Chapter 2

Her ass aching with an agony that sent shivers through her, Gillian straightened up, rubbing her wrists. She moaned, and burst into fresh tears as she saw the blood on her wrists. Her ankles were still manacled so she couldn’t escape, but she turned and looked down at her feet. There was a smear of blood on her ankle. With a sob, she looked at Alda and the cook as he gave a yell of lust, his cock pumping in and out of the brunette’s hot wet cunt.

“Ahhhh, yeahhh!” he yelled, his ass heaving; his hands gripping Alda tightly; holding her onto his shooting cock. “Ohhh, fuck! I’m cuming! Cumminnnggg!”

He jerked and Alda gave a scream of fury.

“You fucker!” she yelled, her cunt sliding on his thick shooting fucker, as it poured out cum deep in her fuck passage. “You fucker! Hold it in! Satisfy meeee!”

She screamed, her dark hair tossing wildly; her fingernails digging into his back; running thin red lines into his flesh.

“Aaahhhh! I’ll get it up again; I will, I can, I willll!” he yelled, his cock slamming deep into Alda’s cunt, pouring hot wet cum cream into her sucking fuck-hole.

“You better, you better!” Alda screeched, her pussy sucking and throbbing around his shooting prick. Gobs of cum were running out of her pussy as she jerked up and down on his fuck-rod. Her legs were clasped tightly around his waist, and she gasped with lust.

“Aaaahhh, yeahhh!” the cook yelled, slamming her ass into the tabletop; ramming his cock into her cunt with furious strokes as his balls gave out the last gobs of jizz. He gripped Alda’s shoulders tightly, his cock blurring in and out of her cunt as he reached his peak, shooting thick spunk deep in her pussy.

“Wouldn’t you love to be fucked like that?” Rose crooned into Gillian’s ear, making the bound librarian gasp and jump. “Having a great big cock pumping into your pussy?”

Rose grinned and slid the whip under Gillian’s nose, the terrible, hard leather looking shiny with use.

“Never mind,” Rose whispered. “You will have it, lots of cocks, all shooting in your pussy. I know; I know how it’s gonna be.”

Gillian burst into more tears and fell forward over the tabletop. Ignoring her pleas, Rose gripped Gillian’s blonde hair and pulled her back up, grinning at her horror.

“All for you; lots of cocks,” she chuckled, and let Gillian go.

The terrified librarian fell across the table again; her legs still bound and spread wide, her ass burning from the whipping. Close by her, the cook was gasping as his cock gave out the last oozes of his cum. He gave a moan and pulled his still half-hard cock out of Alda’s cunt.

“I’ll get it hard for you,” he gasped, and then started caressing his prick, gazing at Alda and then at Gillian as he did.

“Stupid fucker,” Alda crooned, sliding to her knees in front of him. “I’ll give you a minute. If you make it, you can have me any time you want this weekend. If you don’t, tough; somebody else will.”

She sank her soft lips over his cockhead, sucking gently on his cock; licking off his cum that still clung to his prick in thick gobs.

Gillian almost passed out when she saw that. The idea of taking a man’s cock in her mouth almost made her throw up. She saw Alda’s soft lips move down his cockshaft, taking it all in, caressing his flesh, her fingers on his balls, stroking them, squeezing gently.

“Mmmmm,” Alda murmured, sliding the cook’s prick into her mouth, her red lips a perfect circle around his cock. She eased her mouth back, her tongue flicking all over his fucker. “Not bad, big boy. You can do it.”

“Told you,” he gasped, his rapidly hardening boner swelling in Alda’s mouth and skillful hands.

“Mmmm,” Alda purred, licking his swollen cockhead. “So, you can have me when you want, big boy; you gonna fuck me raw?”

“You bet,” he gasped and his cock gave another heave in her mouth.

“You better,” Alda whispered, sinking her mouth down on the length of his prick, until Gillian saw her throat swell as she took his cockhead right in.

Gillian shivered at the horrible sight. She turned away, her eyes pouring tears. But Dean was there, on the other side of the table, and Rose was beside her; both of them looking at her with horrible lust in their eyes.

“So,” Dean said. “How about that dress?”

Gillian could see the whip in Rose’s hand and she knew she had to obey. Sniveling, she reached up and fumbled for the zipper at the back of her long dumpy dress.

The only sound in the room was the moaning that came from the young cook, as Alda’s mouth sucked the last full inch of hardness back into his cock.

Gillian found the zipper and ran it down to the small of her back, losing her grip several times. She slowly eased the dress down her arms, revealing her bra.

It was only when she had her dress around her waist, that she realized that she had to take it off over her head, since her legs were still bound and spread. She sobbed, and pulled it up again, but still nobody tried to help her. Struggling almost painfully, she managed to pull the garment over her head and drop it on the floor. She felt naked under their horrible gazes, even though she still had her slip, bra, panties, and pantyhose on.

“Now the slip,” Dean said.

Gillian choked and gave a deep sob. “Please, don’t make me — aaaghghhh!”

She leaped and jerked helplessly, her hands going to protect her ass as the whip pulled away, leaving a curling line on her slip and another red welt on her ass flesh.

“All right, I will!” she moaned.

She struggled with her long slip, trying to pull it up over her head. It was even more difficult than the dress; particularly with her legs still bound and stretched open. But slowly the long white garment pulled up, showing her legs again, and then her ass, and finally the curves of her body. With the final struggle, the bound librarian heaved the slip over her head and let it drop to the floor. She hung her head, put her hands over her tits, and wept.

“Jesus Christ, that’s nice!” Dean breathed, coming forward and leaning over the table. “I knew she had a body under all that crap. Look at her.”

He slid his hand out and took hold of Gillian’s bra, pulling on it.

“Stop, please, stop!” Gillian begged.

“Take your hands away!” Dean snapped.

The moaning librarian did as she was told, leaving his horrible hands on her bra.

Then, Rose’s hands worked over her tits from the rear, sending shivers over Gillian as she stood, bound to the table legs.

Dean unclipped the bra, revealing Gillian’s wonderful tits for the first time.

“Fuck, you guessed right again, Dean!” Rose laughed, taking one of Gillian’s nipples in her fingers, playing with the crinkled bud.

Something snapped in Gillian. With a scream, she flung Rose’s hand away and lunged back at the woman, slamming into her hard.

“No, stop that! That’s ... that’s perverted!”

Instantly Dean grabbed her by the hair and slammed her back down to the tabletop, almost breaking her nose.

“You don’t do that, bitch!” he snapped.

“No, please, no, don’t, please!” Gillian begged, her ass heaving, as Rose’s hands gripped her pantyhose and tore at it.

Gillian sobbed as Dean let go of her hair. He walked around the table and his powerful hands gripped her pantyhose, tearing at it, ripping the resilient material. Gillian screamed, as he walked around the table and gripped her hair once more.

“I’m gonna teach you to obey,” Rose hissed in Gillian’s ear. “I’m gonna whip your panties off you.”

“No, please, I won’t do that again! I won’t!” Gillian begged.

“Damn right!” Rose laughed, then stepped away.

“No, please, noooo!” Gillian wailed, as the whip cut into her ass. She jerked against Dean’s hand, but his grip was more than strong enough to keep her face down on the tabletop. “Please, I won’t do it again, I’ll do what you want! Urrghhh!”

She screamed as the whip cut her ass hard, leaving a red welt over her flesh. She flung her hands back to protect her ass.

“Take your hands away,” Rose said.

Gillian snivelled and wept, holding her ass, trembling from head to toe.

Suddenly, Rose gripped Gillian’s wrists and wrapped something around them very fast, binding them together. Gillian struggled and wept, but Rose slid the leather strap around her neck and pulled, shoving her hands up almost as high as her shoulder blades. Then, she tied the strap off and chuckled.

“You’ll pay for that, too, bitch!” Rose promised.

Gillian wailed as the strap around her neck began cutting her air off. She gasped, then heaved, screaming as the whip cut into her ass.

This time Rose was whipping across her ass, lashing into her panties; cutting up the thin material with each blow, ripping the garment away in strips, as the whip cut and swung.

“Aaaghgh! Please, no, no, aurrghh!” Gillian screamed, then leaped right out of Dean’s grasp, and went rigid, screaming her heart out.

The whip’s tail had cut right between her legs, lashing into her spread pussy, the tip cutting right into her clit. The agony was beyond anything she’d ever known. She gasped for air, hands pulling the strap tighter around her throat. While she was still screaming and gasping, the whip lashed her again, ripping off a large section of her panties. Dean grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her back down to the table again. The pain was driving Gillian mad.

“Now tell me you’ll do everything I say!” Rose snapped, lashing Gillian’s ass, tearing off another strip of her panties.

“Yes, yes, I will! I promise! I won’t — urrghhh! I won’t do anything wrong, I promise!” Gillian screamed, as the whip tore away another strip of her panties.

She clung to the tabletop, her tears pooling on the polished surface.

“Stand up!” Rose snapped.

Very slowly, her whole body aching horribly, Gillian pulled herself upright, sobbing and weeping. She looked behind her and saw her whipped, bruised ass, and the remains of her panties, still clinging around her waist. Farther down were the remains of her pantyhose, ripped, and shredded on her calves.

“Push your tits out,” Rose said.

Gillian hurried to obey, pushing her lovely tit mounds out over the tabletop, her fingers wriggling in the bonds that held them. She gasped, as the strap tightened around her neck. She pulled her hands back up to allow herself to breathe.