“Yes, it’s a weekend training scheme.”
“For me, Mr. Pincher?” Gillian Smith gasped, peering at her boss a
little suspiciously through her glasses. “Why me?”
“We decided that you were, uh, you were, ready for new ideas,” Joe
finished lamely, looking out the open window. “Some people have their
eyes on you, you know, and so they thought that it would be a good idea
for you to attend this seminar for training.” He shuffled some papers
on his desk. “I assume you can go this weekend?”
“Well, yes,” Gillian said uncertainly, pushing her straight blonde
hair back out of her eyes. “I suppose so.”
“There’s a flight at five,” Joe said, handing Gillian a ticket. “A
car will meet you at the airport.”
“Yes, Mr. Pincher. Thank you,” Gillian said, and then left his
office, feeling very strange about the whole thing.
Joe Pincher couldn’t have recommended her; he didn’t like her at
all. But then, he was a real creep, the sort of boss who licked the
boots of his boss whenever the area manager appeared to check the
library. And the last time Mr. Harper came in, Joe had stood close to
Gillian as she worked, telling Mr. Harper what a bad employee she was.
And now this.
Gillian felt uneasy as she got back to work, putting books back on
the shelves.
Of course, one of the reasons Joe hated her was that she wouldn’t
date him. Gillian shivered at the thought of the times he’d trapped her
in an aisle and tried to feel her tits.
Other men had approached Gillian because she was beautiful, but she
deliberately dressed as dowdily as she could and never used make up.
“Gillian,” Joe said, coming up behind her, “Since you’ll be leaving
early on Friday, you can stay late tonight and do my shift. I have a
date.”
“But, Mr. Pincher, that’s not fair! I did –”
“Do it, unless you want me to fire you and save them the trouble of
paying for your training weekend,” he sneered nastily at Gillian.
Gillian nodded her head and wept a little when Joe had gone.
That Friday night, very nervous, Gillian caught the flight, a small
commuter one, then she was met at the airport by a young, fresh-faced,
brunette-haired girl.
“Hi,” the brunette said, “I’m Alda; I’m taking you to the seminar.”
“Oh, thanks,” Gillian said and sat beside her, clutching her purse.
“I’m Dean’s girl Friday,” Alda said with a giggle, as she drove out
of the airport.
“Dean?”
“Dean Harper; I do everything for him.” She giggled again and
Gillian saw that the girl’s already short skirt was riding up her
shapely thighs as she shifted around in the seat. And the top of her
blouse was open just a little more than it should have been. Gillian
would never have allowed her cleavage to show.
Soon they were on a small winding road, and Gillian got nervous all
over again.
“Where is this place?” she asked.
“Oh, a special hotel,” Alda replied, giggling again. “Out of the
way; quiet, you know, so that people can concentrate on what’s going on.
If you know what I mean.”
Gillian didn’t. “What’s this all about?”
“Oh, it’s a weekend for people who show promise,” Alda said airily.
“But I’ve always been told how bad I am.”
“I think Dean makes his own decisions,” Alda said, driving up to a
small hotel that was surrounded by tall Douglas firs.
Alda led Gillian in and showed her to a nice clean room on the
second floor.
“I’ll leave you to tidy up,” she said, running her eyes over
Gillian’s plain dress. “They’ll call you in about half an hour.”
“Thank you.” Gillian sat on the bed, then stared out the window.
She had a shower and changed; though she put on a dress that was
just as sensible as the one she had traveled in. It was shapeless and
the hem hung to well below her knees. She sat on the bed and waited,
her stomach turning over with nervousness.
The phone rang and she grabbed it in a second. “Yes?”
“Dinner,” said a man’s voice. “Come to the bottom of the stairs
and I’ll meet you there.”
“Yes,” Gillian said breathlessly. She got up and grabbed her
purse.
She recognized Dean Harper at once. He looked so handsome and
commanding. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and dark hair seemed to
loom over her, as he politely escorted her to the dining room. She
shivered, as his cold gray eyes ran over her as she walked into the
room.
The dining room was small. There was one table set and only Alda
and another woman were at it.
“More people arriving later,” Dean said as they sat down. “This is
Rose Hudson; she’s on the committee with me.”
“Hello,” Gillian said nervously, avoiding the other woman’s eyes.
Rose was a stringy, good-looking blonde, whose hair had obviously
been dyed. It was teased out around her face, lending a strangely
sexual air to her whole look.
Gillian was almost too tense to eat. Both Dean and Rose asked her
questions and she did her best to answer them, but she was constantly
blushing and wishing she could hide behind her straight blonde hair.
She played with it constantly, and even Rose remarked on how lovely it
was.
“Genuine blonde hair,” she whispered, “you’re very lucky.”
Gillian blushed and drank a little more wine.
Dean filled her glass again. “To make you relax.”
Later, she refused a brandy and sat waiting for what was going to
happen.
“Well,” Dean said, “let’s head for the conference room.”
He led the way, and Gillian found herself between Rose and Alda.
It was almost comforting to have two women there to protect her.
The hotel was fairly modern, but the conference room was done in a
medieval style. There were suits of armor, and along the wall were
swords and chains and whips. Along one wall, there was a cage, and a
strange piece of apparatus that Gillian didn’t dare go and look at. It
had a frame and straps hanging all over it.
“Still in working condition,” Rose chuckled, running her hand over
it. “A torture rack. You see, you can hang the victim by their hands
and feet, and turn them any way you want. Then stretch them.” She
smiled. “But we’re much more civilized now.”
“Yes,” Gillian said, and then waited for them to sit down around
the large sturdy table that also looked as if it had come out of the
middle ages.
“I expect you’re wondering why we brought you here,” Dean said,
standing close to Gillian and looking her right in the eyes.
“Yes, sir,” Gillian said, looking down at the floor.
“Sometimes I have employees that haven’t realized their full
potential. I like to help them realize it.” He stared at Gillian and
waited.
“Ah, yes,” Gillian gasped. “I didn’t know. Mr. Pincher said that
–”
“Mr. Pincher wants you out; you know why?”
“No,” Gillian said, shivering.
“Because you wouldn’t fuck him.”
Gillian stared and her head jerked.
“You don’t think you’re good enough for that rat-faced little jerk,
do you?” Dean asked.
Gillian didn’t know what was going on. Rose was sitting down
finally; crossing her legs in the long, tight, white leather dress she
wore. The slit at the side showed more of her thigh than Gillian
thought decent.
“Well, we’re gonna show you that you’re a lot better than that,”
Dean said. “We’re gonna teach you all about sex and that. You didn’t
think this was a library discussion, did you?”
He grinned as Gillian went white and backed away, clutching her
purse harder. “I-I don’t like sex, Mr. Harper.”
“Dean,” he corrected.
“Please, Mr. Harper, no! I don’t want to! I’m sorry; I can’t do
that!”
“If you don’t, I’ll let Joe fire you.”
That twisted a knot in Gillian’s guts. Her parents would kill her
if she lost this job, and she didn’t know what she’d do then. Even at
twenty, she didn’t know how to look after herself. But she couldn’t do
anything as depraved as have sex, or whatever it was they wanted her to
do.
“No, please, don’t do this to me!” She sobbed, and then broke into
tears.
“So, take your dress off,” Dean said, leaning on the table.
“You’ve got one of the best figures I’ve ever seen, and you hide it.
“No, no!” Gillian shrieked and turned, rushing for the door in a
blind panic. Dean had locked it and it was a massive, thick door that
wasn’t going to open, for all her terrified wrenching. “Help, help!”
“Don’t bother.” Dean leaned against the wall close to her. “The
staff here know what to do. You can scream as much as you like. That’s
why we came here.”
“Help me!” Gillian screamed, tearing at the door in helpless
terror. Sweat broke out all over her body. “Please, no, don’t do it to
me! Please!”
“Take your dress off,” he said, as if it was something Gillian did
every day in front of strangers.
“No, please!” Gillian dropped to her knees and clutched at his
legs. “Please, no, please, not this, please! I can’t have sex; it
disgusts me, I hate it! Please!”
“I’ll tell you what will happen if you don’t take it off.”
“No, please, how can you want me?” Gillian wept, her glasses
fogged up with the force of her tears. “I’m ugly; look at me!”
Dean laughed, and so did Rose.
“By the end of this weekend, I’ll show you just what you’ve got,
honey,” Dean said, “but to show you, we’re gonna have to use it.”
“I’m a virgin!” Gillian screamed, playing her last card.
“Oh, good; that’ll be nice,” Dean said, then chuckled again. He
slid his hand under Gillian’s chin, pulling her face up to his. “Honey,
I hate to do this, but I’ll use anything I have to make you see sense.
Anything!”
He smiled, and his cold eyes went bright with lust.
“He’s lying,” Rose said, strolling up beside Gillian. “He loves it
when you fight and have to be disciplined.” She smiled and leaned in
closer, the waft of her perfume making Gillian’s head swim. “And so do
I; I love disciplining girls, love it!”
She smiled even more brightly, and Gillian screamed.
For in Rose’s hand was a whip, a curling, single-tailed whip. It
seemed even more menacing, now that Rose wore white leather gloves that
vanished into the sleeves of her leather dress.
“So, take your dress off,” Rose said. “It’s your last chance.”
“No!” Gillian screamed, losing her grip on herself. She tried to
run, but Dean had her arms at once and twisted her around, forcing her
toward the table. “No, please, no!”
Gillian wept, trying to escape his grip, but it was like iron and
before she knew it, she was pushed face down on the tabletop. It was
highly polished and so strong that it didn’t shake at all, as she
struggled. Dean had hold of her arm and pressed her down with it,
twisted up into the small of her back.
“Please, no, let me go home!” Gillian wept. Then she screamed,
because somebody had grabbed one of her ankles.
“You want Joe to fire you?” Dean laughed.
“Please, no, let me go!” Gillian wailed, as a metal manacle was
clicked shut around her ankle. “Let me go!”
Alda was pulling on the chain; wrapping it around one of the stout
table legs, stretching Gillian’s ankle out.
“Help, please, help!” Gillian screeched, but the chain was wrapped
around the thick wooden support and Alda walked around it, holding
another chain and manacle on the end of it.
Gillian’s screams rang around the room, but it was useless. Her
other ankle was bound, and then the terror really started. Her legs
were forced wide open as the chain went around another table leg on her
other side. Gillian wasn’t used to doing the splits, and her tendons
were soon screaming in pain, as her legs were forced open as wide as
they would go. But it was the humiliation that got her more than the
pain, the horror of being forced and bound over the table. She wriggled
as hard as she could, but Dean had a strong hold on her arm and anyway,
the struggle with the leg irons had already worn through her tights, and
the thick steel was rubbing her skin painfully.
Suddenly, she jerked even harder, for Alda had gotten a grip on her
left hand.
“No, you can’t, you can’t!” she begged.
Alda pulled Gillian’s arm out, and clipped another chain and
manacle around her wrist. As Gillian screamed and begged, Alda pulled
the chain around a table leg on the other side of the table, and
stretched the weeping, sobbing Gillian out until her hand nearly reached
right across the polished surface. After that, it was an easy task for
Dean to twist her right arm back, give it to Alda, and have Gillian’s
wrist clipped and pulled out until she was painfully stretched across
the table; her muscles pulled to the limit, her whole body aching. Her
hips were pressed into the table edge, her ass stuck out, but her long
skirt still covered it and went down her legs.
“Please, what are you going to do?” she wept, twisting around until
she gasped and froze at what she saw.
Alda was taking her clothes off, opening the buttons of her blouse
while she ran her free hand down the front of Dean’s pants. And there
was an enormous bulge when she pulled her blouse out of her waistband,
showing the little lacy cups of her bra.
“Please, Dean, can I have one of those boys? Come on, be fair;
you’re getting her.”
She opened the belt of her skirt and unzipped it, sliding it down
her legs, as she played with his cock through his pants.
He laughed and ran his hands over her bra, feeling her soft
swelling tits. “Sure, honey, but you fuck him here; you know that.”
“Sure, baby; I know that,” Alda purred, and stepped out of her
skirt, dropping it as she paraded her lovely slim figure in nothing but
her bra, panties, shoes, and white stockings that were held up by lacy
garter straps.
Gillian was so disgusted she turned her head away.
“Key, baby,” Alda whispered.
Dean gave her the key and Alda walked out of the room.
Gillian felt Rose’s hands running over the backs of her stretched
legs, pulling up her dress and slip.
“No, please, don’t do that! Please, don’t!” she begged, but Rose
ignored her and went on pulling the flower-patterned dress up the backs
of Gillian’s legs, revealing her panty hose and the curves of her
thighs.
Finally, Rose tossed the dress over Gillian’s ass, and then slid
the slip after it, revealing her ass and panties under her tights.
Gillian moaned, and her head sank to the table. Her glasses came off.
“Fucking Jesus!” Rose gasped. “She’s even better than you said.”
She ran her hand over Gillian’s ass, and the bound librarian
trembled and jerked.
“Would I lie?” Dean laughed. He sat up on the table across from
Gillian and reached over, picking up her glasses. “Shit, look at these;
they get worse every time I look at them.”
He handed the glasses to Rose and the tall blonde examined them.
“You ought to be ashamed,” she said, prodding Gillian with her
foot. “You look like you’re fifty. We’ll soon change that. Call
Marty, Dean; he can do these in no time.”
“What are you doing?” Gillian wailed, as Dean picked up the phone.
“You’ll see,” Rose said.
“Yeah, Marty, hi,” Dean said into the phone. “Yeah, new pair, by
tomorrow lunchtime? I knew you could. Yeah, pick ’em up; you wanna see
who gets them. Yeah, we’re at the usual.” He laughed and put the phone
down. “Now, you just tell us when you want to take that dress off.”
Gillian twisted, staring at Rose as the horrible woman stood behind
her, with the whip curled in her hand. The long thin leather tail swung
up in the air; flicking over her round body, cracking with a gut-
wrenching sound close to her ear.
“No, please, what do you want? Please, please!”
“We want you to take your dress off,” Dean said.
“No, not that — I can’t!” Gillian screamed.
Dean laughed, and suddenly the curling whip lashed across Gillian’s
asscheeks. She jerked, screaming as her whole body went tense. Her
wrists and ankles wrenched against the metal irons holding them.
“Aaaghghhh! Please!” Gillian begged.
“Take your dress off.”
“No, no, I can’t, I — aaghhh!” The whip cut more red agony into
Gillian’s ass as she heaved on the tabletop.
The door opened, and Alda came back in, escorting a young boy of
about eighteen, who looked stunned. She pulled him to the table and
leaned back on it, spreading her thighs, stroking her panty crotch.
“Take your pants off, big boy,” she cooed.
The boy was dressed in a cook’s uniform, and he undressed very
fast, staring at Gillian’s bound body. His white pants were down his
legs in no time, as Gillian screamed to the beat of another savage
lashing across her ass. Instantly, Alda grabbed the boy’s cock through
his briefs and caressed it, stroking the rock-hard boner.
“Take my panties off,” she purred, closing her thighs as his
fumbling fingers reached for her panty tops.
“Take that dress off,” Dean said softly, leaning in closer to the
sobbing, screaming Gillian.
“No, please! I can’t do that, I can’t, please — aagghhh! Let me
go, please!” Gillian screamed.
“If I do, Joe’ll fire you,” Dean said.
“Please, stop, please, I can’t do that, I — aagghhh!” Gillian
collapsed across the tabletop. But Dean grabbed her blonde hair and
pulled her head up, turning her so that she could see Alda and the young
cook. Alda now had his pants off and his eight inches of cock were
thrusting out, rock hard with lust, as he ran his eyes over Alda’s
luscious figure. She was opening her bra and thrusting her tits at him,
and then she kicked her panties off.
“Now, stick that big cock up my pussy!” she gasped, leaning back on
the tabletop; her thighs open, her pussy hair already damp with her
juices. She fondled her large tits, pinching her nipples, as he gasped
and pulled her ass to the edge of the table.
He took his cock and slid it into Alda’s hot wet cunt. It went
right in, surging to the top of her pussy with no effort at all. The
boy gasped and fucked his cock into Alda’s cunt harder, pulling her
closer to him with each ramming fuck.
“Ohhhh, wow! Your cunt’s so tight! Ohhhh, fuck!” He rammed his
throbbing fucker harder into Alda’s pussy.
“Come on, big boy, gimme it all!” Alda purred, her dark hair
falling across the tabletop as she leaned back, her legs tight around
his waist.
“Isn’t that good to see.” Dean grinned at Gillian. “You take your
dress off, and you can get fucked, too.”
“Aaaaghhh! Noooo!” Gillian wailed, as the whip cut her ass again.
Already she could feel that her tights were tearing under the assault,
ripping as the whip lashed into her throbbing ass. “Please, not that,
please!”
Gillian screamed. She knew she couldn’t take pain like this for
long. She shrieked as the tail of the whip lashed her ass again.
“Noooo, please!” she begged, jerking on the tabletop, her straight
blonde hair tossing all over the place in her frantic pain. She could
see the faint traces of blood on her wrists where the iron manacles had
chafed her skin. The whip flogged her ass once more. “Yes, I’ll do
it!” she screamed. “I’ll take it off!”
Good,” Dean said, then swung off the table.
The whip stopped, and Gillian lay there, sobbing, horrified that
she’d given in to their horrible demands.
The boy fucking Alda worked his stiff boner in her cunt.
“Oh noooo!” he roared. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
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
cumming! 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 sniveled 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.
It was horrible, degrading, to have to stand there as Dean and Rose
ran their hands over her body. Her body was luscious. Her long legs
curved from slim ankles to shapely calves and trim knees. The curves of
her thighs led upward to the tight swell of her ass and the mound of her
pussy, which hid the secrets of her cunt in its deep folds. Her hips
curved into a slim waist, then on up to a wonderful pair of tits.
Her nipples were hard, her aureoles lightly covered. And her face,
though red with shame, was still soft and beautiful, alluring in its
innocence.
“Well, baby, you’re worth it; worth every moment,” Rose murmured,
sliding her hand over Gillian’s tits.
She pressed her hips into Gillian’s ass, and the feel of the
woman’s expensive leather garment sent a shiver through Gillian, even
before she felt the heat of Rose’s cunt, burning right through the dress
and into her flesh.
Dean worked one of Gillian’s nipples, pulling at it, rolling it
hard, until Gillian gave a moan of pain.
“Don’t you love that?” Rose whispered, tightening her grip on
Gillian’s other nipple. Her hips pressed even harder against Gillian’s
ass, forcing Gillian’s pussy into the table edge.
Gillian sobbed. “Yes, yes! I like it!”
“Do you like this?” Rose whispered, sliding her fingernails over
Gillian’s nipple; biting in hard, until the bound blonde writhed.
“Yes, I like it!” Gillian wailed, pain throbbing out of her nipple,
her arms struggling to get free, yet only tightening the strap around
her neck.
“Good,” Rose purred, then slid her hand down Gillian’s back.
Gillian trembled and bit her lip. She couldn’t take any more of
the whip, but the idea of having another woman’s hands on her ass was
almost more than she could stand. On top of that, Dean’s fingers were
still working her nipple and something really horrible was going on
close beside her, as Alda worked the cook’s stiff cock right into her
throat.
“Hey, big boy, you really can get it up,” Alda crooned, holding his
cock in her skillful fingers.
“Told you,” he gasped, then slid his rock-hard fucker right between
Alda’s lips until it was all in her mouth and throat, and her wicked
little tongue flicked out over his balls.
With her lips caressing every inch of his cockflesh, Alda worked
her mouth back up and ran her tongue over his throbbing cockhead.
“How about you fucking my ass?” she whispered. “Right in front of
little miss virgin there?”
She giggled, sinking his cockhead back into her throat.
“Sure!” he gasped, his cock fucking harder.
“Come here!” Alda giggled, and pulled him onto the table by his
cock. He crawled along behind her as Alda slid onto her hands and
knees, her ass close to Gillian’s face.
“Ohhhh, come on, fuck my pussy to get it wet, and then stick it up
my ass!” Alda moaned, rearing up on her knees, thrusting her cunt out at
the cook.
The boy was almost out of his mind with excitement, as he ran his
prick into Alda’s cunt and pulled it out, smeared with her pussy juices
and his cum.
Alda giggled and spread her legs, her ass jerking up as he ran his
cock right between her tight asscheeks.
Gillian couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Dean worked her
nipple; yet, she was staring as the young cook slid his cock into the
crack of Alda’s ass and ran his cockhead over her throbbing anal
entrance.
“See that?” Alda laughed, pulling and spreading her asscheeks.
“Watch it go in, virgin; you’ll be begging for cock up your ass before
the weekend’s out.”
Gillian broke into more tears, vowing that however hard they
whipped her, she would never beg for anything so degrading.
Alda sighed happily as the cook’s thick round cockhead slid into
her ass. She held her asscheeks apart. Gillian couldn’t help but see
the thick cockshaft sliding into the crinkled entrance; pushing the hole
open, rubbing hard against the throbbing muscles.
Gillian moaned, pulling at her bonds. Gasping and moaning, she saw
the cook’s fucker work right into Alda’s ass, until he gave a gasp and
slid down on top of her, his loins slapping into her asscheeks, his cock
buried deep in her shit-pit.
Alda gurgled, and the two of them began fucking on the tabletop,
their bodies jerking together in an obscene display of lust.
Rose’s finger ran over Gillian’s ass; sliding into her ass crack,
pushing for her tight squirming shit-hole.
“Don’t you love that?” Rose whispered.
Gillian moaned, struggling against the tabletop, her tits aching
from Dean’s fingers, her ass muscles almost cramping, as she tried to
keep Rose’s fingers out of her shit-pit.
“I said, don’t you love it?” Rose whispered, showing Gillian the
whip in her other hand.
“Yes!” Gillian whispered, pain surging out of her ass, as Rose’s
finger pushed against the tight ring of muscles guarding her trembling
shit-hole.
“Beg me to finger-fuck your ass,” Rose whispered, her finger
pushing, the long fingernail scraping over Gillian’s twitching asshole.
Gillian gave a gurgling scream, writhing on the tabletop, as the
young cook rammed his prick deep in Alda’s ass. Alda was moaning and
gasping, her ass heaving up to take more of the hard prick, her tits
rubbing against the shining tabletop.
“Beg me, or it’s the whip, right on your pussy,” Rose whispered.
Her finger pushed and slid just inside Gillian’s shit-hole.
“Aaaghhh!” Gillian screamed, jerking in horror and shame. “Yes,
please, fuck my ass!”
“Good, tell me how much you love it,” Rose whispered, her white
leather suit pressing into Gillian’s back.
Gillian wailed, jerking as her spasming ass muscles cramped against
Rose’s finger, trying to keep it out of her ass. But it was no use; the
finger slid in, rasping over her shivering walls. Stabs of horrible
pain gushed out of the contact. Her ass muscles pounded with pain,
throbbing over Rose’s finger as the relentless blonde worked her finger
in and out, curving it, her fingernail scraping over Gillian’s delicate
anal walls. Gillian gave a sobbing moan, and tried to fall forward,
gasping against the leather strap that ran around her neck and down to
her hands.
“Tell me how much you love it,” Rose whispered, running the
whip in front of Gillian’s staring eyes again.
“Aaaghhh, I love it!” Gillian screamed, as her ass went crazy
around Rose’s finger; throbbing and squirming, as her ass muscles
cramped, erupting in pain.
“Good, you want me to go on?” Rose asked softly.
“Eeuurrghh! Yes, yes, please!” Gillian wept, her ass jerking as
Rose’s finger ran in and out, scraping her shitter walls.
Rose chuckled, running her finger deep in Gillian’s ass, stroking,
scraping, while Gillian’s ass muscles cramped and spasmed.
Dean laughed, twisting Gillian’s nipple, caressing her soft tit
curves, his eyes devouring her.
“Uurrghh, yes! Yes, do it! Ooohh, fuck my ass!” Alda screamed,
heaving up and down on the table, her ass jerking up, taking the cook’s
swelling cock as hard as she could.
“Uurrh, yeah, yeah, I’ll fuck you, bitch!” he yelled, his cock
slamming in and out of Alda’s ass, the sucking, slapping sound making
Gillian even sicker.
Gillian struggled against the bonds as Rose’s finger ran deeper
into her ass. She moaned and sobbed, but her shitter walls were
settling down, the caress of Rose’s finger feeling almost pleasurable.
Even the scrape of Rose’s fingernail sent shivers of strange arousal
through the bound blonde. Gillian moaned, pulling against the chains,
her throat tightening as she gasped for air.
“Oorrghhh, fuck my ass! Come on, baby! Fuck it!” Alda demanded,
her body wriggling. Her large tits rubbed into the wood, and she gasped
with every thrust of the cook’s prick into her asshole.
He gasped, gripping her shoulders, shoving his cock into her shit-
pit even harder, his ass blurring as he fucked her.
“Yes, ohhh, yes! I’m cumming!” Alda screeched, pushing back
against him, taking his cock to the limit as it slapped in and out. She
moaned and jerked, pushing up, spreading her legs, her tits lifting off
the table as she spasmed and came, screeching with lust. “Do it!”
The young cook gasped as he shot the first jet of his cum deep in
Alda’s sucking ass. He howled as he came, his prick throbbing and
shooting.
“Yessss, OOOhhh, yessss!” Alda screamed, cumming helplessly, as she
pressed back against him, taking his cock as deep as she could. “Ohhhh,
fuck my ass! Ohhh, cum, cum — aaghhh!”
The cook gripped Alda around her thighs and pumped the last shots
of his cum into her ass. He yelled, leaning on her still twitching
body, his cock oozing cum into her ass.
Alda dropped back onto the tabletop, moaning with satisfaction.
“Hey, big boy, you can fuck; you know that?”
“Hey, you ain’t exactly lousy yourself,” he gasped, lying across
her, his cock still pumping.
“Call me, if you can’t sleep.” Alda giggled.
Gillian trembled as Rose worked her finger into her ass, and Dean
held onto her tits, twisting her nipples.
“Now wasn’t that fun?” Rose whispered.
“Yes!” Gillian moaned, shivers of strange passion running through
her body.
The young cook pulled his cock out of Alda’s ass and she gave a
moan, thrusting up after him.
“Gotta go, babe,” he said. “I’m back on for a couple of hours.”
“Not yet, honey,” Rose said, “your cock needs cleaning.”
“Well, yeah, but I thought …”
“She’d love to clean it for you, wouldn’t you?” Rose said, ramming
her finger harder into Gillian’s ass.
Gillian trembled, and her ass spasmed painfully again, as she
looked at the cook’s slowly softening cock. It was cummy, and had other
juices all over it. It didn’t look as if there was any actual shit on
it, but it looked disgusting enough.
“Yes, yes, I’ll clean it, but how can I with my hands tied?”
Gillian wept.
“Lick it clean!” Rose snapped.
Gillian gave a shriek, tossing, struggling against the bonds.
“Never!”
Chapter 3
“Oh, yes, you will,” Rose whispered in Gillian’s ear, as the
terrified librarian struggled to free herself from the bonds around her
ankles and wrists. “And you’ll get more, honey, just to teach you not
to yell at me. And never disobey me. Got that?”
“I won’t do that!” Gillian screamed, struggling; her wrists pulling
the strap around her neck harder with each desperate jerk of the body.
The young cook stood in front of her on the table; his cummy cock inches
from her mouth, his hands on his hips, waiting.
“Hold her hair,” Rose said.
The cook reached out, taking a grip on Gillian’s lovely blonde
hair.
“Lick it clean!” Rose snapped and swung the whip.
Gillian screamed in agony as the whip cut into her ass. She jerked
against the table, her ass ringing with pain, her body tense as the next
blow swept in, right between her legs.
“Lick it clean!” Rose demanded.
The bound librarian wailed as the whip cut right into her pussy,
beating a white-hot agony right through her body. She jerked and
trembled, trying to close her legs against the chains, rubbing her
ankles raw on the metal.
“Lick it clean!” Rose yelled, lashing Gillian’s open cunt, beating
the terrible knotted leather into her clit.
“Aaaaghhh!” Gillian screamed, jerking and tossing in agony.
The cook had a grip on her hair. She could see his cock, and it
was getting harder with each lash of the whip on her ass and pussy. The
cummy prick straightened out and pointed at her mouth.
The whip lashed into her asscheeks, getting another desperate
scream from Gillian as the agony surged over her body. She jerked, her
hands pulling at the strap, choking herself. Her ass throbbed and
pulsed, her muscles spasming under the assault of the whip. She knew
she couldn’t go on much longer; the pain would break her. Her stretched
thighs shook as the whip cut inside them again and beat on her aching
pussy, lashing an agony through her that sent her head dizzy.
“Lick it!” Rose yelled.
Gillian surrendered. With a moan of submission, she leaned forward
and licked tentatively at the tip of the cook’s cummy cock. Even though
she couldn’t taste very much, it was disgusting, and she would have
thrown up if the pain hadn’t been so great.
“Lick it!” Rose yelled.
She lashed between Gillian’s legs again, beating her pussy.
Gillian screamed, and leaned over farther as the cook pulled her
down, right over his cock. Moaning and shuddering, Gillian let the
thick prick pass between her lips, the big round cockhead filling her
mouth.
“Suck it, bitch!” the cook demanded.
Gillian tried her best, sucking in the thick prick, letting the
thick gobs of cum run into her mouth. Strangely enough, it didn’t taste
too bad; it was salty and creamy, thick, sticky, but it went down her
throat easily enough. The rank smell of Alda’s ass was on his shaft,
however, and that made Gillian squirm. She choked and pulled back a
bit; her hands aching, the strap pulling at her neck.
“Deeper!” Rose snapped, then lashed Gillian’s cunt.
Gillian’s scream rang off the walls, and she sank her mouth back
down on the cook’s cock again; taking it in until the thick round
cockhead thrust at the entrance to her throat. She sucked and licked as
best she could, letting the young cook fuck her mouth as hard as he
wanted; thrusting his prick into her mouth until more than half of it
was between her lips.
“Mmmm!” he murmured, holding Gillian’s hair, running his cock in
and out between her lips. “That’s nice!”
“Like that?” Dean laughed, standing at the table. “Fuck me, she’s
a virgin and she still sucks cock like that. Hey, did you check, Rose?”
“No,” Rose replied. “I just figured I’d beat the shit outta her
if she was lying.”
“Check her,” Dean said, “and don’t break it. We don’t get many
virgins in this line of work.”
He laughed again, and leaned on the table, watching Gillian’s mouth
sink down on the cook’s stiff boner.
Gillian sucked at the cook’s stiff cock, feeling it run to the back
of her mouth; thrusting hard, making her gag. She moaned, trying to
keep her arms up to take the pressure off her neck, while sucking the
thick cockshaft.
Then she felt Rose’s fingers moving over her ass, right between her
legs. She shuddered, but she had to endure the added humiliation. The
cook gripped her hair, and fucked his cock between her lips; harder and
faster, as his passion mounted. Gillian groaned, and her eyes closed as
Rose’s fingers reached the lips of her innocent little cunt.
“Oh boy,” Rose said, “you’ll like this one, honey; it’s just
lovely.”
She ran her finger over Gillian’s cuntlips, then spread them
expertly, pushing a finger over the bound librarian’s clit.
Gillian gave a great heave and her cunt trembled as Rose’s skillful
hand ran over her clit. The spasms that came out of the contact were
hot, thrilling; sending her gasping onto the cook’s fuck-rod. Rose’s
finger rubbed her clit gently, and the sensation soared down her legs
and throbbed through her; blending with the agony in her whipped ass,
churning it all around. Something started to throb in Gillian’s guts,
her pussy spasmed, and a long drawn-out moan escaped her lips.
“Yeahhh!” Rose sighed. “Come on, honey, let’s get real wet for
Aunt Rose, shall we?”
Her finger ran over Gillian’s clit and another one rubbed gently at
the entrance to her little fuck hole.
Gillian gurgled as the cook rammed his prick between her lips,
pushing at her throat. The sensations creaming around in her pussy were
making her head swim. Her legs shook and struggled against the leg
irons, and her arms ached in the bonds, but the sensations went on. Her
pussy was getting damp; she could feel it. And she could also feel
Rose’s finger probing the entrance of her cunt, pushing in a little.
“Yeah, fuck, she sucks good!” the young cook growled, holding
Gillian’s hair, ramming his cock between her soft young lips, faster and
harder; sliding his prickshaft right into the squirming entrance of her
throat. “Come on, honey, this is gonna be good!”
“Hey, don’t you suck my man off!” Alda yelled suddenly, rushing up
to the table. “He’s gotta shoot that in me! Hey! Stop that! He’s
mine!”
But all Gillian could do was gurgle, as the cook slammed his
cockhead into her throat. She gagged, as he rammed it back in, filling
her throat.
Rose’s fingers were caressing her pussy, stroking her, rubbing her
sensitive hard clit bud and the shivering walls of her fuck-channel.
She could feel Rose’s fingers on her pussy, and Gillian gave a lingering
moan of strange arousal, her throat opening wider for his prick.
“I’ll whip that bitch! She’s gonna suck my man off!” Alda yelled.
Rose laughed and slid her finger into Gillian’s cunt, easing it in
until it came into contact with her tight little cherry drum.
“Yeah,” Rose chuckled, “she’s a virgin, all right. You’re gonna
have fun with this one, Dean.”
“Yeah, when you’ve all finished with her.” Dean sat in a chair,
watching closely.
“Ohhhh, ohhhh!” the cook moaned, as his cock slid deeper into
Gillian’s mouth. He gasped, gripping her hair harder, ramming his
fucker at her mouth with all his fury. “Fuuuuck, she’s good! She’s
fuckin’ good!”
Rose stood up and leaned against the table, sliding her hand down
Gillian’s tummy and between her thighs, caressing her pussy. She leaned
closer, whispering in Gillian’s ear.
“Alda’s really pissed,” she murmured. “So I’m gonna have to let
her whip you; you know how it is. Can’t go around sucking her man off,
can you?”
Her fingers played with Gillian’s clit, one finger worked back into
her throbbing pussy. Gillian gave a scream of horror as she tensed, her
mouth deep on the cook’s cock. Her ass trembled as Rose played with her
cunt, tormenting her with the spreading sensations of pleasure that
flowed from the degrading caresses.
“Oooohhh, fuck! I’m cumming! Fuuuck, I am!” the cook roared, his
cock going out of control in Gillian’s soft mouth.
Gillian felt her head spinning, with a mixture of horror and
pleasure that sent her guts heaving. Gushes of desire rushed from her
cunt as Rose played with her; stroking her clit, sliding one finger in
and out of her tight entrance to her fuck hole. At the same time, her
body ached from the bonds, her neck pulled at the strap, and her throat
pulsed at the invasion of the massive cock rammed in there.
And the whip cut her ass, sending enough agony through Gillian to
open her throat with a bubbling scream, as her body went tense and her
ass erupted in red-hot pain.
“Aaaagghhh!” the young cook roared, slamming his cock right into
Gillian’s throat. The cum boiled in his balls and his grip tightened in
Gillian’s hair. “Fuuuck, do that to her! Yeah, whip her! Oooooh, fuck
it! Do it!”
His cock blurred in and out of Gillian’s throat.
“Bitch, sucking off my man!” Alda screamed, lashing Gillian’s
shuddering ass. Her dark hair tossed and flicked as she put all her
effort into whipping the bound blonde, and her dark eyes burned with
fury. “Bitch!”
Gillian shuddered as another searing cut beat into her ass. Her
throat opened even further, and she took more of the cook’s fuck-rod,
her body tossing in pain. But at the same time, the flowing pleasure
from her pussy was making her legs tremble. Rose’s fingers were wet as
she caressed Gillian’s cunt.
“Yeaaaaah!” he yelled, his cock heaving, blurring in and out of
Gillian’s mouth as the cum rushed up his shaft and poured out into her
soft sucking mouth. “Ohhhh, whip her; she sucked me off!”
Gillian was sure she would throw up as the hot cum gushed into her
mouth, but the surging pleasure and pain running through her were all
that she could feel. Her thighs shook as hot wet goo gushed into her
mouth, and the young cook yelled and moaned, his cock pulsating at the
entrance to her throat.
He pulled his spurting cock back, pouring cum over her lips,
running his cockhead just in and out of her helpless mouth.
“Look what she done! Whip her!” he yelled, streams of jizz
gushing all over Gillian’s lips.
“Bitch!” Alda screamed, laying the whip into Gillian’s ass in a
fury, the tail curling in and out in a continuous arc. She rubbed her
pussy, gasping with lust, as she whipped the helpless blonde.
Gillian screamed in rising agony as the whip lashed her ass, and
the last hot gobs of cum flowed over her lips. But the pain was flowing
strangely through her. She tossed and moaned, her thighs trembling, her
pussy mound rubbing against the table edge, giving extra pleasure to her
heaving body.
“Suck it offfff!” the cook roared, fucking his oozing cock at
Gillian’s mouth. “Fuck, that was a great blow-job; now, clean it up,
whore!”
He held his cock at her lips while Gillian sobbed and licked the
cum off, letting it flow down her throat, her pussy still throbbing,
with the pleasure coming from Rose’s fingers and the hard table edge
rubbing just above them.
Rose laughed and took her fingers from Gillian’s cunt.
Alda let the whip drop, her eyes glazed, her tits heaving as she
worked her fingers over her pussy.
“You’re gonna enjoy this one,” Rose promised Dean.
The door opened.
“Oh, hi, Marty,” Dean said, “you just missed a great one.”
“And I drove so fast to get here,” Marty said. “Oh well, what can
I do for you?”
The cook slid his cock out of Gillian’s mouth, rubbing his slowly
subsiding cockhead over her lips as she licked the last of his cum up.
“Not bad, baby; see you later.”
Instantly Alda grabbed him. “You owe me, for fucking that little
shit.”
He grinned as he put his uniform on. “Tell you what. If I get a
buddy of mine to do my shift, I’ll show you how to fuck, lady, all night
long.”
“Mmmmm,” Alda purred, “that’s more like it.” She stroked his arm
as he buttoned his uniform.
“The only thing is, I gotta promise my buddy something; how about
her later?” The cook jerked his thumb in Gillian’s direction.
“Sure,” Alda said. “Hey, Dean, can his buddy have her later, for
doing his shift?”
“I think so,” Dean said, “she’s gonna need a lot of cock.”
“Great!” Alda gasped, then led the young cook out.
Gillian was lying facedown across the table, sobbing her heart out.
But then she felt the chains around her ankles being taken off, and she
pulled her legs together, with a moan of pleasure. The ache in her
thighs lessened. Then the bonds around her wrists were taken off, and
she was pulled round; lying across the table to face Dean, Rose and
Marty.
Marty was tall; middle-aged, with salt and pepper hair. He was
dressed casually. He examined Gillian carefully. He held up her
glasses and shook his head.
“You shouldn’t be seen dead in these,” he commented. He examined
the lenses carefully. “Fine, no trouble. Now, let’s look at you.”
He picked her head up by the chin and stared at her flushed, tear-
stained face. It was all made worse by the fact that she was naked,
except for the tattered remains of her pantyhose around her ankles. He
turned her head to one side, and then the other, looking at her with
professional interest.
“Yes, I know what we need to do here. Contacts, too?”
“Sure,” Dean said, “but wait until I call.”
Marty grinned. “Usual price?”
“You got it.” Dean turned away. “I’ll give you the money when you
leave.”
“Sure,” Marty said indifferently, looking at Gillian in quite a new
way.
“Oh, and don’t fuck her cunt; she’s a virgin.” Dean stopped at the
door.
Rose picked up the whip, and then offered it to Marty, who shook
his head. Then she and Dean left.
“Virgin, huh?” Marty stared at Gillian as the door closed. “Take
that crap off your legs.”
With a sob, Gillian reached down and started to pull her torn
pantyhose off. Pulling them off was painful, but she was terrified of
this man; even more terrified than she was of Dean.
“Come here,” Marty said.
Uncertainly, Gillian walked forward, her legs trembling, rubbing
her whipped ass. She stood trembling.
He slid the zipper of his pants down and looked at her. “Let’s see
how you suck.”
“No, please, not that! I hate it! Please!” Gillian wept, staring
at the massive bulge in his pants.
Brutally, Marty backhanded her, sending her spinning across the
floor, her face ringing with pain. She collapsed, sobbing, holding her
face.
“Let’s try it again, huh? Come here, crawl, bitch!”
Gillian struggled to her hands and knees, then crawled across the
carpet, sobbing and moaning, horrified out of her mind at this sadistic
man. She crawled up to his leg, reaching into his pants; moaning as she
held his cock.
It was long; ten inches at least, and it seemed to throb in her
hand like a deadly arrow, ready to pierce her.
“Well, what do you do with a cock?” Marty demanded.
“I — I,” Gillian stammered, then leaned forward and ran her mouth
over his hard cockhead.
“Not bad. Now, suck it real nice,” Marty said softly. “I gotta go
home to a wife who needs her ass whipped and I wanna warm up, got that?”
Gillian nodded her head frantically as she slid her soft lips down
his cockshaft, sucking for all she was worth. She thrust her mouth at
his cock harder, running her soft lips down his cockshaft as far as they
would go, right until his cockhead pushed at the entrance to her throat.
“Hey, not so fuckin’ bad,” he murmured. “Not fuckin’ bad at all.”
He held her around the neck and pushed harder, his cockhead ramming
at her throat. To Gillian’s surprise, her throat opened and took a
couple of inches of his cock before she gagged, and had to pull back.
Marty gave a growl and thrust again, his prick pushing even farther
into her throat. Her throat spasmed around the swelling prick, as she
knelt at his feet.
“Yeah!” he mumbled, running his cockhead in and out of her throat;
thrusting it farther each time, until most of his ten-inch fucker was
disappearing into Gillian’s mouth at the peak of each thrust. “Hey, you
got a lot going for you, baby. You give great head. Hey, you could be
a star!”
He fucked her mouth faster.
Gillian sobbed, expecting to have his hot cum shooting into her
throat at any moment. She trembled, waiting; hoping he wouldn’t take
too long.
But suddenly he pulled her up, her mouth sliding off his cock.
“Bend over the table!” he snarled, his cock throbbing.
He almost threw her across the table. Gillian shook with fear, for
she was expecting Marty to fuck her pussy. But his cock ran between her
asscheeks, and she gave a horrified gasp.
“Something wrong?”
“No, no, sorry!” Gillian moaned, laying her head on the tabletop,
shuddering.
He pushed her thighs apart and forced his cock to the tight
entrance of her ass. Instantly her ass-muscles cramped, but Marty was
powerful. His cockhead forced her anal muscles open, and pushed in a
little.
Gillian gasped, as pain rushed out of the contact. There was some
pre-cum juice on Marty’s cock, but that and her saliva, were the only
lubricants on his long prick.
Marty seemed to be into the pain of fucking her ass without the
proper lubrication. He grunted and his long cock worked deeper, rasping
agonizingly over Gillian’s shitter walls. She wailed and burst into
tears, but he fucked harder, and another few inches of his fucker
vanished into her shivering ass.
“Come on, bitch, help me!” he yelled. “I gotta cum, I’m busting!”
He slapped her sore asscheeks, making her groan and jerk back at
him as his cock fucked deeper into her shit hole.
“Yeah, come on, you shithead! Bring me off! Make me cum! Make me
shoot! Yeaaahhh!” He gripped her arms and pulled her back, ramming his
cock into her ass until it was buried in her dry shit hole. He gasped
and yelled, pumping his cock at her shit-pit, twisting her arms as he
raped her ass, holding her on his prick. “Now, you take it, whore!”
Gillian screamed as she felt his cock swelling with cum. He rammed
her harder, slamming his cock into her sore ass, fucking it in to the
hilt. He growled as his balls slapped Gillian’s asscheeks, and his
prick throbbed deep in her guts; the cum rushing to the tip of his cock.
Gillian felt her shitter spasming, as his cock rasped into her ass
and worked over her walls. She moaned, clinging to the table; sobbing
in deep, horrible shame, and horror, as well as the pain.
But there was a strange dark satisfaction to being fucked like
this; being ass-raped over a table, hurt for a man’s enjoyment. She
sobbed, as her head spun again, and then leaped as the first hot jet of
cum gushed into her hot shitter.
“Yeaaaaah!” Marty bellowed. “Ohhh, here it is, little girl! Tell
me you want more, more — mooorrree!”
He bellowed with lust, his cock spurting cum into her ass, his hips
heaving with the release.
“Aaahh, yes, yes, I want more, I want more!” Gillian screamed,
heaving her ass back at him; feeling his cock moving easily on the
slippery sperm coating her ass walls. Her ass shivered with a depraved
delight, as Marty spent himself in her guts. She sobbed and wept;
heaving, as the hot springs of cum gushed into her ass.
“Tell me again!” Marty yelled, his cock heaving; lifting her feet
off the floor at the height of his thrust, and pouring steaming cum into
Gillian’s ass. He gripped her tits, pulling her up; holding the
screaming, sobbing librarian on his cock as he shot the last gobs of his
spunk deep in her ass. “Yeahhh, wasn’t that great?”
“Yes!” Gillian sobbed, her ass spasming over his oozing cock.
“Yes, that was great!”
He snapped, and flung her forward; off his cock and across the
table. Brutally, he pulled her around and shoved his still-hard cock at
her mouth.
“Can’t go home with shit or cum on my mouth on my cock, can I?”
Gillian’s stomach heaved, but she dared not disobey him. He held
her head and made her lick his cock; cleaning up all the cum and her own
ass juices. She closed her eyes, not knowing if there was any of her
shit there. It tasted a bit like it, but she never knew. She was still
licking up the other side of his cock when he shoved her away
impatiently. She squealed, as she slid across the table and almost fell
back onto the floor.
Without another word, he zipped his pants up and left, closing the
door behind him.