Chapter 7

Gillian sobbed and wept on the floor, desperately hoping they would leave her alone. But Dean was furious and he pulled her up at once, slamming her face-down on the table.

“Stay there or get tied up!” he snapped.

She sobbed, listening to the yells and moans as Jack slammed his cock in and out of Alda’s hot sopping-wet cunt. He rammed the shrieking Alda into the bar with all his force, as his cock reamed her cunt out.

“Yeah, yeah!” he yelled. “Fuck, this is good! I’m gonna shoot, I’m gonna shoooooot!”

Gillian raised her head and looked. Jack slammed his cock into Alda’s pussy, his ass jerking out of control. Alda’s legs and arms strained at the bonds and her little slit bounced to the beat of Jack’s raging cock.

“You bastard! You fuckers!” Alda wailed, her beet-red ass slapping against Jack’s loins, as he fucked her faster and harder.

She gave a scream, one that was such a mixture of pain and lust that Gillian felt her pussy getting wet at the sound of it. It reminded her of what she had suffered. She shivered.

“Don’t call me a bastard, you fuckin’ cunt, you’re cuming!” Jack roared, as his thick cock jerked in and out of Alda’s cunt. “You’re cuming, you bitch!”

He spanked Alda’s red ass and she gasped, wailing in pain and lust as she rolled on the rail.

“No, you fucker, no!” she screamed, but it was obvious to everybody that she was cuming.

Her legs tensed and danced. Her ass jerked, and her dark hair brushed the floor in furious strokes as passion overwhelmed her. With a shriek, she climaxed; her cunt sucking at Jack’s cock as he roared with lust.

“Yeaaahh, tell me, whore, tell me!” he crowed, hot streams of jizz rushing up his cockshaft and pouring into Alda’s spasming fuck-hole. “Come on, you’re cuming, bitch!”

He spanked her and Alda gave a squeal of passion.

“You’ll have to spank me harder then that!”

“Bitch!” he yelled, spanking her ass harder. “Come on, tell me!”

Thick gobs of cum rushed out of his cock and into Alda’s pussy.

“No, no, no!” Alda screamed, her pussy sucking and spasming around his shooting cockshaft. “Never, no!” He spanked her again and then she lunged back at him, taking his cock to the very depths of her cunt, gasping with undisguised lust.

Gillian found that she was gently rubbing her pussy as she watched, her fingers sliding over her wet clit. Guiltily she stopped, pulling her legs together and tried to look away. But the screams of lust coming from Alda turned her head back to look and her fingers crept down again, reaching for her tingling cunt. She rubbed her clit and spasms of passion shot out of the contact.

In a fever of shame, Gillian looked for Dean and Rose. They were standing quietly, watching Alda and Jack. She watched Alda get her cunt filled with cum and cock. Her fingers blurred on her clit and the little blonde librarian surged up to the brink of another cum. She rubbed her pussy, her tits pressed into the tabletop, rubbing at it for more contact. But still she couldn’t crest, however hard she tried.

“You fucker!” Jack yelled, as his cock spat out his final gobs of thick cum.

He gave Alda one last spanking and then gave out; holding his cock in her pussy, rattling the rail and Alda.

Alda giggled. “With a bit of training, you’ll be a good lay.”

“Oh, yeah?” he snarled. He pulled his cock out of her cunt. He unstrapped her ankles. “You need some manners taught to you, bitch!”

“So teach me,” Alda whimpered as she rubbed her wrist that he’d just freed.

“I just might.”

He unclipped her other wrist, and Alda pulled herself upright, sliding her arms around his neck.

“How about we go and practice?” she murmured, sliding her legs between his.

“Later!” Dean snapped. “We’re gonna show this bitch who she is.”

“We know who she is,” Alda pouted.

“Do it!” Dean snapped and turned away.

“Come on,” Alda said, and helped Jack pull his pants back on.

Then, they left.

“Okay,” Dean said as he walked toward Gillian.

She had slowed her pussy-rubbing.

“You lay there and take what we do. You can even rub your cunt all the time, how about that?” he laughed, but Gillian didn’t stop rubbing her pussy. The demand in her flesh was too great. “But if you try to stop us - then you’ll be tied down and left to anybody who wants you, all night long. And that’s a bitch, baby. Even Alda can’t take that. Lot of perverts around this place, you understand?”

Gillian clutched the tabletop. She saw Dean go over to the closet, reaching for the ebony rods. She tried to bury her face in the tabletop.

Dean brought the rods over. There were four of them and each one got fatter and longer, until the biggest one had to be the thickness of her arm and two feet long. Gillian gave a gurgling moan as he put them on the table in front of her, and tossed a tube of something beside them.

“Cream ‘em up,” he said. “They’re going up your ass, so you’ll want them nice and slippery.”

Gillian shuddered as she reached for the rods.

It was desperately humiliating; rubbing cream onto the thick black rods so that they could be shoved up her ass. Dean, Rose, and Benny stood close to the table, Benny looking rather uneasy as his cock swelled in his hand. He gripped it tighter, each time Gillian picked up a bigger rod.

Finally, Gillian had all the rods greased, and she laid the last one down. She wept, trying to forget that this horrible thing was happening to her.

The door opened, and Alda came in, along with Jack and a bunch of other workers at the hotel; both boys and girls. They were all young and they giggled at the sight of Gillian, clinging to the tabletop, weeping her heart out.

“Watch this; all of you,” Dean said. “But nobody does anything unless I say so.”

He nodded to Rose and she went to the closet and came back with a small cat whip, the knotted tails swinging from her hand.

Gillian felt her pussy throb, and she shivered with horrible expectation. The crowd drew closer around her, making her shiver again. She bit her lip, as Dean picked up the smallest ebony rod and went to her ass. She felt the touch of the smooth round end between her asscheeks. She tensed, gripping the tabletop.

“On the table, Benny,” Rose said.

He almost jumped on; his cock sticking out, throbbing with arousal.

Dean pushed the rod into Gillian’s ass, opening her asshole with ease.

Gillian gasped as the massive rod invaded her shit-pit, sliding on the cream; in and out. She moaned, and her back arched as the pain boiled in her guts.

“Good,” Dean said softly, easing the ebony rod in and out; increasing the length of the stroke each time.

Benny grabbed her hair and rubbed his cock over her lips.

“Suck it, honey; you’ve got a lot of sucking to do,” Rose said.

Gillian trembled. She knew she was trapped. She opened her lips, letting Benny’s cock slide into her mouth, while she moaned to the fuckstroke of the thick ebony rod in her ass. She gripped the tabletop, her mouth open, gasping around the thick prick thrusting between her lips.

“Fuck, she’s good!” Benny murmured, looking triumphantly at his co-workers; his cock sliding into Gillian’s throat.

The little blonde librarian took his cock easily; sliding it into her throat, her mouth pumping on his shaft.

Dean pushed, and the ebony rod vanished into Gillian’s ass, until only his grip on the end stopped it from sliding all the way in, out of sight. Gillian lurched; her lips sank to the base of Benny’s cock and her throat sucked at his prickhead with a power that made him gasp with lust.

Several of the watching boys and girls giggled and wriggled.

Dean slid the rod back out, raking it out of Gillian’s shivering ass in a long smooth movement that made her moan in pain. Her ass throbbed, waiting for another invasion.

It came. The second rod was pushed into her ass. It was over a foot long, as thick as Gillian’s wrist, and even the push of just the tip into her shitter brought a long groan of pain from her. Her ass was stretched to the limit as the black monster sank in, its rigid length filling her shit-hole. Her mouth sank over Benny’s cock, taking it right into her throat again and he leaned back, his prick swollen as Gillian sucked at it.

“Fuckin’ cunts!” he whispered. “This chick can suck! Ohhh, fuck, she can!”

He gasped and jerked as Dean raped Gillian’s ass with the ebony rod, working it in and out of her shit-hole with faster, harder strokes. Several of the young workers gathered around, watching the thick ebony rod slide in and out of Gillian’s tight, shuddering asshole.

The librarian groaned, opening her throat to take the last inch of Benny’s cock. The rod worked deep in her guts, churning her ass up, making her moan and toss with seething passions that were pain and pleasure, all mixed together. Her ass jerked as it was reamed out. Her thighs trembled and her fingernails ran along the polished tabletop, scratching it.