Chapter 4

Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she’d suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would be locked.

The door opened and Dean and Rose came back in. Rose carried the whip, and grinned as she strolled over to Gillian.

“Bit rough with old Marty, right?” she said brightly. “Well, don’t worry, it’s just me and Dean now, and we’ll be real gentle with you, won’t we?”

“Sure,” Dean said.

Gillian broke into tears.

“Stand up,” Rose said.

Gillian struggled up, her weeping eyes cast down as she leaned back against the table.

“You’ve got to learn,” Rose said softly, stroking the whip through her fingers. “You never say no; you know that?”

“Yes,” Gillian whispered, shaking all over.

“So you have to be punished for saying no, don’t you?”

Gillian clutched at her whipped body. “Please, I’ll do anything, but please, no more of that!”

She nodded at the whip.

“This?” Rose laughed. “Hey, you love this! Come on, tell me how much you love the whip.”

She advanced on the moaning librarian, and Gillian tried to pull herself over the table, to escape.

Rose grabbed her and pulled her back, forcing her to her knees. She stood over Gillian; her legs spread wide, the whip close to Gillian’s face.

Gillian stared at the white leather dress just inches from her eyes. Rose’s gloved hand moved closer, holding the whip; running the tight leather over Gillian’s horrified mouth.

“Lick it, baby. Lick the whip,” Rose purred, sliding the thick handle over Gillian’s lips. She slid her hands into Gillian’s blonde hair and held her tightly.

Gillian licked; tasting the leather, the salty sweat on the shiny handle.

“Good, now suck it,” Rose purred, and turned the whip handle in her gloved hands, sliding it at Gillian’s mouth. “Get it all wet.”

She eased the whip into Gillian’s mouth, and the helpless librarian sobbed as it entered. The horrible taste of the leather seethed around in her mouth, as the rough surface ran over her tongue. She sobbed in shame, seeing Dean out of the corner of her eye, standing there, watching her humiliation.

“Deeper, honey. Suck it like it was a real cock, come on, right in,” Rose purred. She pushed and the top of the handle rasped at Gillian’s throat, making her gag and heave on the floor. “Naughty; you took a cock before, so you can take this, come on, swallow it.”

The menace in her voice sent Gillian shuddering and moaning, as she tried to take more of the whip handle. It pushed at her throat and she gagged, but somehow she managed to take an inch or so of it; jerking as her stomach heaved.

Rose eased the whip handle inside, fucking Gillian’s throat with it, as she held the blonde’s hair.

“Come on, suck the cock, honey, suck it!” Rose grinned, and spread her legs wider around Gillian’s shivering body. “Now, push my dress up.”

Gillian managed to slide her hands onto Rose’s thighs, and slowly pushed the white leather dress up over Rose’s stocking tops and on; revealing Rose’s creamy thighs. Gillian’s throat spasmed around the whip handle, as Rose worked the leather in and out of her mouth. Gillian trembled. Rose had over half of the whip handle in her mouth and the white gloves rubbed against her soft lips.

“Further!” Rose snapped.

Gillian was ready to throw up. In a dreadful haze of pain and humiliation, Gillian eased the white leather dress up and finally exposed Rose’s leather panties.

“Take them off. They clip at the sides,” Rose said, running the whip handle in and out of Gillian’s throat.

Gillian found the first clip, pulling at it until it came open. The second one was even easier, and soon the terrified librarian was pulling the hot leather panties out from around Rose’s garter belt and holding them; waiting in terror as the whip handle slid in and out of her throat.

“You’re getting good at this!” Rose laughed. “Now, take the whip handle and fuck me with it; go on!”

Gillian moaned as Rose let go of the whip. In a heaving terror, Gillian pulled the handle out of her throat and tried to put it to the wet lips of Rose’s cunt, while at the same time, holding the white dress out of the way. Rose laughed and spread her legs, opening the dark-haired lips of her pussy for Gillian.

“Come on, ram it up me! You hate me, don’t you?”

“No, no, I don’t hate you!” Gillian wept, sliding the whip handle over Rose’s clit, working it toward the steaming hole of her cunt.

“Liar!” Rose laughed. She grabbed Gillian’s hair again and tilted the blonde’s head up. “If you don’t hate me, you’re a real wimp. Now, let’s try that again.”

“No, no, I don’t hate you!”

“You stupid bitch!” Rose snarled.

Gillian screamed as Dean pulled her up, shoving her onto the table facedown. Then Rose grabbed her hair and held her while Dean took her legs, pulling them wide open and lashing her ankles to the table legs.

Gillian lay there; spread-eagled on the table, her head hanging over one side. Dean held the squirming blonde while Rose pulled a chair up and sat in it, spreading her legs brazenly on either side of Gillian’s bound body. She tilted her pussy up and pulled Gillian’s head down, until the two met.

Gillian gave a muffled scream as her face was buried in Rose’s hot wet cunt. The smell of a woman in heat washed over her, and she struggled as Rose’s cunt-slit rubbed over her face.

Rose pulled Gillian’s head up, her skirt falling over her captive’s face, her long stocking-clad legs stretched across the tabletop on either side of the sobbing blonde.

“Now, get that whip up my cunt!”

Gillian took the whip handle and ran it over Rose’s spread wet pussy flesh. She found the entrance of Rose’s fuck-hole and eased the leather handle in, feeling Rose’s cunt muscles spasm around the thick rod. Gillian worked the handle in and out of Rose’s pussy.

“Mmm,” Rose purred, as she worked her pussy on the whip handle. “Now, tell me how much you hate me.”

“No, no, I don’t hate you,” Gillian lied. “It’s just that — aagghhh! Help!”

She twisted desperately, her ass on fire, just in time to see the thin rod in Dean’s hand.

“No, please! For the love of God, no!” she begged.

“Tell me how much you hate me,” Rose purred, “and don’t let that handle fall out of my cunt, bitch, or you’ll really get it if you do.”

“No, no, I don’t — aaaghhh! Help no, please, no! Please, don’t whip me, please!” Gillian struggled and wept, her ass on fire; three thin lines of agony across her flesh, beaten deep into the already thick mass of welts there.

“Tell me how much you hate me.”

“Yes, yes, all right, I hate you!” Gillian screamed.

“And work that whip in my cunt!” Rose screamed. “Whip her Dean, she’s gotta learn!”

Aaaghgh, no, no please — uurrghh!” Gillian twisted and jerked on the tabletop, her legs squirming on the polished surface, her ass burning with a desperate fire.

“Work that thing in my cunt, bitch! Do as you’re told!” Rose yelled, jerking her pussy over the thick whip handle.

The rod lashed Gillian’s trembling ass. She worked the whip handle into Rose’s spasming cunt; sweat running down her face, her ass twitching, as she waited for the next blow.

“Yeaahhh!” Rose yelled. “Better, whore. Now do it. Tell me how much you hate me!”

Rose slammed her cunt all the way up the whip handle, her white gloved hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

“I hate you!” Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle into Rose’s pussy with all the force she had.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, fuck me! Come on! Fuck me with that handle — you hate me, you hate me!” Rose jerked and tossed in the chair, her wet cunt sucking in the whip handle.

“Yes, aaaghghhh! Fuck, you bastard!” Gillian screamed as the rod whipped her ass once more. “I hate you, I hate you both!”

“Yeahhh, and all you can do is lie there and fuck my pussy with a whip and take a beating, right?” Rose screamed, lurching upward, her cunt taking the whole of the whip handle into her hot cunt.

“Yes, yes — urrghhh! You fuckers, you bastards, you shits!” Gillian screamed. She pumped the whip handle into Rose’s pussy, her hand rubbing over the woman’s clit, getting wet with Rose’s juices.

“So fuck me like you hate me, bitch! Come on, show you hate me, you wimp, you dirty little wimp!” Rose heaved in the chair, her long legs trembling around Gillian’s bound body, her white leather dress sliding up over her hips.

Gillian screamed, and rammed the whip handle into Rose’s cunt as hard as she could. Then she hauled it out and slammed it back in, her hand running hard into Rose’s clit. Furiously, sweat pouring off her face, her ass twitching as she waited for the whip, she fucked Rose’s cunt; slamming the whip handle into the woman’s hot wet fuck hole.

Rose spasmed and jerked in the chair, gasping with lust. Her thighs spread wider and she leaned back, running her hands inside the top of her dress, caressing her tits through her tiny bra. She rolled her large, crinkled nipples in her fingers; moaning as her passion mounted.

“Yesss, come on, bitch! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! You wanna kill me, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes!” Gillian screamed, jerking as the rod cut into her ass.

“But you have to fuck me instead, bitch, right?” Rose yelled, her hot cunt swallowing the whip handle in a great gulp.

“I hate you, I hate you!” Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle deep in Rose’s cunt. “Aaaaagghhh!”

The rod lashed her ass, and beat a terrible line across it.

“But you have to fuck me, don’t you, bitch? You can’t do what you want, right?” Rose screamed, her hips jerking faster and faster.

“Yes, yes, I do!” Gillian sobbed, her tits rubbing against the edge of the table; her hands cramping as she rammed the whip into Rose’s cunt. But the rod whipped her again, and her screams echoed around the room, as she jerked and flopped against the polished tabletop.

“Say it, bitch! Say you have to fuck me! Come on, bitch!” Rose demanded.

“Uaaghhh! I have to fuck you!” Gillian sobbed.

“And you hate that, you wanna kill me so bad!”

“Yes, yes, I do!”

“But you have to fuck me!” Rose leaned back and roared with laughter.

“Yes, yes, you bitch, I have to fuck you and I wanna tear you to pieces!” Gillian screeched, jerking as another lash of the rod beat into her ass.