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 LIBRARIAN IN BONDAGE CHAPTER ONE



   Cindy Mason liked this time of the day.  It was just getting dark and
swirls of snow swept past the windows.  It was almost time to lock up the
library and go home for the holiday weekend.  She paused by the histoncal
section and peered down into the street.  All the office workers were
streaming out for their cars, heading for the bars and other strange
attractions they went for.  Cindy gave a slight sneer of disapproval.  They
were not her kind of people, most of them, definitely not refined enough.
And most of them thought of her as a stuck-up bitch, she knew.  Well,
better to be stuck up than as disgusting as most of them were.  And the
crude sexual jokes they cracked as she passed in the corridor-they were the
most disgusting of all.  She was probably the only person left in the
building now, and she was glad of that.

   She turned back to her desk.  She had just a little bit of sorting to do
and she would go, but she had to be sure.  As Head Librarian, it was her
duty to make sure everything went smoothly.  That meant she should probably
check the upstairs part of the library, not leave it to chance and the whim
of Arnie the janitor when, and if, he came in tomorrow.  He would probably
be too drunk anyway.  The only good thing about him, in Cindy's opinion,
was that he left her strictly alone, didn't make any of those comments the
other workers made.

   Vainly Cindy posed in front of the full-length mirror on the wall.  She
knew she was beautiful, with her long dark hair flowing down to her
shoulders and her soft face with its wide brown eyes and full, sensual
mouth.  She also had a wonderful pair of legs, and she knew that too, loved
to show them to the best advantage, show the men what they wanted and
couldn't have.  But she was proudest of her tits, two swelling, full,
melon- like mounds that pushed the front of her tight blouses until it
often seemed they would burst.  She stared at herself, knowing that under
the frilly white top, her nipples pushed against the nylon of her bra,
outlined clearly against the thin silk of her very expensive blouse.

   That blouse had been a gift, of course.  She got many of those from men
who wanted to fuck her, use her for their disgusting ends.  But Cindy knew
all about that, and they wouldn't get her pussy.  Her mother had been
right, always telling her that you didn't give anything to a man until you
were married and then only the minimum you had to to keep their disgusting
lusts satisfied.  And then you had to be careful because they always tried
to get more than they needed.

   "Just like your father, Cindy," her mother

   would say.  "Always wanting to, to use me.  But I put a stop to that. 
It was a good thing he ran off with that slut of a secretary of his, a good
thing, very good." Cindy's mother was certain of a great many things like
that. Cindy was probably going over to see her mother on Sunday.  Her
mother would like that.  Perhaps, perhaps not.  Cindy would have to go to
church first of course, and there would be so much to do.  But perhaps, if
she found the time.  Work took up so much of her time she was very glad she
had an entire long weekend to herself. She sat down at her desk and pulled
the pile of papers to her.  In the utter silence of the darkening evening
there was only the occasional thump from the old heating system as it
cooled or heated up against the stone walls.  As she worked, Cindy thought
she heard the door behind her open.  It was strange.  All the downstairs
doors would be locked and no member of the public could get in now. She
turned and the shadowy figure of a man stepped out from behind one of the
bookcases and walked toward her.  Cindy gave a slight scream and covered
her mouth as she leaped to her feet. "Hi, Cindy," said the man. Cindy fell
back into her ci'talr with relief and a lot of anger. "What are you doing
here?" she almost shouted.  "I said I never wanted to see you again." She
sat there, her tits heaving. "Well now," said the man, coming up to her
desk and sitting on it with complete assurance.  "I thought you'd be glad
to see me.  I'm here to entertain you for the long holiday weekend.  Isn't
that nice of me?" "George," said Cindy, with rising anger.  "I told you
that you were never to see or speak to me again.  Your behavior last
Saturday night was disgusting and I won't be associated with an animal like
you.  So please leave now and I won't call the police." She stared up at
the arrogant, tall lean man who had dated her after appearing day after day
at the library, sending her flowers, and cards and all the other little
romantic things that turn a woman's head.  And Cindy wasn't against
romance. She had always dreamed of her knight in shining armor who would
take her away from the mundane world and worship her in his lux- urious
home, probably in Palm Springs. But, of course, he had to be the perfect
gentleman, and George certainly wasn't that.  He had seemed to be at first,
picking her up, taking her to the movies, and then to dinner and then back
to her apartment.  She wasn't quite sure how he had talked his way inside.
It wasn't something she would normally allow, but he was

   there, talking and suddenly seizing her, throwing her onto her sofa and
running his hands all over her struggling body.  He had torn the top of her
dress before she had managed to throw him off, and the whole incident had
been utterly terrible, and she had been hoping to forget it. He had laughed
as he got up that time, smiling sardonically down at her.  "I'll get you,
bitch," he said.  "I'll get into those white pants of yours, and you'll beg
me to fuck you when I do, you wait." He had left then, and Cindy had gone
to bed, shaking with anger and shame. Now he grinned and leaned in over the
desk, the slight scent of his aftershave wafting across to her.  "Now. 
Cindy," he said reproachfully, "how can you speak to me like that?  Your
pal, George?" He spread his arms in the air and smiled.  "Now we're gonna
have a good time all this long weekend, and maybe, when the party's really
going we'll call in some friends of mine and really have a good time.' "I
don't know what you mean," said Cindy stiffly.  "I will not be seeing you
this weekend, or at any time in the future, so please leave.  I have work
to do." She pulled out the top sheet of paper and studied it as if she
understood what it was about.  In truth, she was shaking with anger. George
got up off the desk, drops of water sprinkling from his raincoat.  "Now,
the way I see it is this, Cindy, my little slut," he said, and Cindy almost
jumped out of her chair at the words.  "You are all alone in this great big
building.  And you are.  I checked, and there won't be anybody in here
again until Tuesday.  Now isn't that convenient?  So we have the perfect
time to get to know each other and have a real good time.  I brought food
and other things to help us along.  Now how about it, how about giving me a
good time?" Cindy looked up at the man as he stood close on the other side
of her desk.  He had taken his raincoat off and dropped it over a chair,
and he was standing there in a turtle-necked sweater and slacks, grinning
at her. "Get out," she said. "Now, now," said George, still grinning.  "I
shall have to take sterner measures if you go on like this." Cindy had had
enough.  She reached for the phone and started to dial.  There was a hum
and then the line went dead.  She looked up to find George standing there
with the end of the cord in his hand.  He had just yanked it out of the
wall. Cindy still wasn't afraid.  She got up and looked at him.  "You'll
have to pay for that," she said, and walked over to where the other phone
sat on the reception desk.

   "Did I ever show you my skill with the whip?" asked George. Cindy
turned, startled.  As she watched, George reached down into his coat pocket
and pulled out a single-stranded leather whip.  The handle was only about
two feet long, and from there the strand of braided bull hide reached
another ten feet at least, tapering and ending in tight knots of cotton.
"flere," he said, "hold that out." And he tossed her a cigarette. Cindy was
so startled she caught it.  It was the first time in her life she had held
such a thing and she stared at the white cylinder, a strange feeling of
uncertainty rising in her. "Hold it out," said George. Cindy slowly held
her arm out, the cigarette extended from her thumb and forefinger.  George
got lazily to his feet, -cracked the whip once above his head and suddenly
lashed it out.  The thin end cracked nastily close to her hand and the
cigarette was cut neatly in two, and her fingers hadn't even been touched.
Cindy gasped and looked at George as if she had been hit, herself. "Want to
see what else I do?" he said, and the whip cracked again. Cindy screamed
and clutched at the top of her blouse.  The whip had neatly broken the top
button off and the two halves had parted, show- ing the top of her white
bra and almost half her tits. "Get out of here!" she yelled and, in sudden
fear, she lunged for the phone. George lashed the whip out again and it
curled round Cindy's wrist.  Se screamed in horror, even though it hadn't
hurt and stared at the leather curled around her arm. "Stop that!" she
yelled, and then she staggered as he pulled in on the whip and she was
slowly dragged across the floor toward him.  "Stop it, George.  I'll scream
for help." "Go ahead," he said, and gave another heave on the whip.  "Make
my day," he added and laughed outrageously for some reason Cindy couldn't
understand.  "There's nobody here, my little cunt, nobody at all.  Scream
all you want, though I must warn you, I get really pissed off with cunts
who scream too much." Cindy was dragged in helplessly by her arm, until she
was almost face to face with him.  She panted and fear fought with her fury
for supremacy.  She lashed out with her free hand, trying to slap his face,
but his arm was up and he gripped her wrist with contemptuous ease. "Now
why don't you give all that up?" he asked.  "Why don't you be a nice girl
and open the rest of your blouse for me?  I mean, you've got the greatest
pair of tits I've ever seen, and you keep them all to yourself."

   "I'd rather die first," Cindy spat at him and struggled to get her arm
free. "Oh no, I don't think so," said George with an easy grin.  "You just
think you'd rather die, but I never met a cunt yet who really would." "And
stop calling me those things!" Cindy screamed, and wrenched her arm free.
"I'm leaving, I'm going to call the police." "Oh, fine," said Georg and
unwrapped the end of the whip from her arm.  "Fine, leave, let's see if you
can." Cindy stared at him for a moment, piling all the hatred she could
into the look, and then she turned, holding her blouse top together and
walked for the door. She got about five yards before the whip cracked out
and wrapped around her ankle.  She screamed as George jerked on it and she
fell to the floor, rolling helplessly as he pulled. The whip jerked free
and he stood over her, laughing.  "Watch this, cunt," he said. The whip
lashed out again and the next button of her blouse was cut neatly away,
exposing her bra totally and the swelling tit mounds it held.  Cindy
screamed and tried to get her arms up, but, before she could the whip had
lunged in again and she stared as she watched the tip curl around the next
button.  and rip it off the expensive silk. "Leave me alone!" she screamed,
now really frightened.  She had fallen into the hands of a monster, and
there was no saying what he might do to her.  She rolled violently onto her
stomach and tried to hide her wonderful tits against the carpet. "Turn
over," said George, but Cindy screamed and hid her face in the floor, the
fear growing in her.  "I said, turn over," he repeated, but Cindy just
sobbed and held her tits, trying to protect them. George flicked the whip
out almost casually and it cut into the front of her thighs, sending
terrible waves of agony into her whole body as the red line spread across
her flesh.  "Get up," he said. Suddenly Cindy was weeping as she struggled
to her feet, pulling her short dress down over her thighs.  She regretted
dressing like this now.  In civilized countries men would respect her, but
here she was being treated like a common whore.  It was disgusting and she
was going to the police the moment she got out of here. "Now," said George,
leaning back against the desk and looking his captive over.  "Take your
hands down." Slowly Cindy let her hands fall away from her tits, protected
as they were only by her bra now. "That's better," said George.  "You know,
you've got the best body I've seen, and you don't use it.  Well, now we're
going to teach you

   how to use it, aren't we?" "Please, leave me alone," Cindy whispered,
staring at the floor, unable to bear his gaze as he stared at her helpless
body. "Why don't you take that blouse off?" said George, and he grinned,
running the whip through his expert fingers. "No, no, you won't make me do
that, no," Cindy moaned. "I said take it off," said George, and he grinned
and flicked the end of the whip. "No, no, that's perverted, it's .  wicked,
it's .  .  "Cindy gave up, struggling for words. "Very well," said George.
He leaned back, flicking the whip in again, cutting the last button away.
This one was so close to Cindy's skin that the tip of the whip cut into her
stomach.  More pain erupted and she doubled up, sobbing and screaming as
she held herself. "Stand up, you slut," said George, and Cindy managed to
get upright again, staring at him, her vision blurred with tears.  "Now
take it off." Fear almost choked Cindy as she reached up and slowly pulled
the top of her blouse apart.  It slid down her arms, as she trembled and
turned away from the terrible stare of lust he was giving her.  Fumbling
with the wrist buttons, she wept again and hurried as he grunted with
impatience and fingered the whip.  Finally it was off and she carefully
laid it over the back of a chair. "Put your hands behind your back," George
commanded. Cindy did as she was told, her tits only protected now by her
bra, and the top of the tiny slip she wore, that was cut even lower than
the bra.  With the bra off, the slip would be no protection at all. George
stared at her, running his eyes over the luscious curves of her tits.  They
heaved with emotion as the young woman trembled and the tears ran down her
soft cheeks. "Very nice," said George.  "I can't wait to get my hands on
them, but I will." He laughed gleefully.  "After all, this is the first
time and we wouldn't want to hurry it, would we?" And he grinned again. 
"Now the skirt, too." "Oh no, don't make me do that, no!" Cindy screamed as
she covered her tits again. The whip lashed out again and George made it
curl around her body and cut into her ass.  She still had her skirt on, and
under it were her panties and the very bottom of her slip, but it was as if
they were no protection at all.  The pain shot up into her back and Cindy
screamed and clutched at her burning ass cheeks.  But he swept the whip
again and it cut into her stomach again, just below her ribs.  Cindy's
screams echoed around the empty room and she doubled up,

   trying to hide from the whip. "Now, how about taking off your skirt?"
George asked as if it were the most reasonable request in the world. "All
right, all right, I will, just don't whip me again, please," Cindy sobbed
and slowly got up to face him. He was grinning at her helplessness.  With
her hands trembling, Cindy felt for the buckle of her wide belt and pulled
it open.  As he watched, she reached back and unzipped the skirt, and then,
weeping at the terrible humiliation, she slid the skirt over her hips and
tight, swelling ass and dropped it to the floor. "Oh yeahhh," George
breathed.  "Oh yeahhh, that's good." He paused and looked at her.  "Take
the bra off, too." Cindy choked with fear, but the memory of the whip was
too recent for her to forget.  Her fingers almost wouldn't do as she told
them to as she reached up and pulled at the clasp at the center of her bra.
It stood out from her deep cleavage with the force of the twin tit mounds
that thrust all their force against it and, when she did get it off, popped
open very suddenly.  Cindy slowly slid the straps down her arms.  She had
to take the slip straps down and slide them back up to her shoulders, but
he didn't seem to mind that.  He just looked and grinned as she stood
there. "Oh yeahhh," he repeated. Her rising, luscious tits stood out
proudly above the top of her tiny white slip.  The lacy top just held the
lower curves of the fleshy tits, pushing them forward just enough to show
them to best advantage.  And the slip just covered her ass cheeks, leaving
that tantalizing show of soft flesh between her stocking tops and the hem
of the slip.  Just below it, there was the hint of her transparent white
panties and the dark mound of pussy hair they barely concealed.  Below
that, her long, shapely legs reached down to the spike heels she always
wore. Cindy knew very well what the high heels and tight slip did for her
body.  She had studied herself many times in the privacy of her apartment,
but never had she stood with a lascivious, animal of a man looking her
over. "Ohhhh, boy, did I make the right plans," said George, slowly comIng
off the desk and walking to the terrified, trembling librarian. He reached
out slowly and slid the top of her slip even farther down.  As Cindy moaned
and pleaded with him to stop, he took one of her proud nipples in his
fingers and played with it, slowly twisting the stiff flesh until it hurt.
"There's a bet on here," he said, "that you're such a little cock- tease,
you can't possibly be a virgin.  And I'm gonna find out."

   CHAPTER TWO



   "Y-you're what?" Cindy asked, so terrified her stomach was in knots.
Through the pain from her nipple as George slowly twisted it, came the
greater pain of knowing that he planned to rape her. "Shit, have you got a
pair of tits," said George, slowly playing with her nipple.  "Fuck, there's
men here would give their balls to get hold of these tits for a night." He
held the soft heaviness of her tit in his hand and ran his fingers over it.
"Please," Cindy begged, "what are you going to do with me?" She stifled a
sob.  Just a few- minutes ago she was looking forward to a lovely quiet
weekend, and now she was facing the greatest terror of her life. "I'm gonna
fmd out if you're cherry or not," said George, with a grin.  Then I'm gonna
fuck the hell outa you.  How does that sound?" "N-no, please, don't do
that, please.  I'll do anything you want, but please don't do that,
please," Cindy begged as his rough hands still played with her tits and
caressed her white flesh. "But I want to fuck you," said George, using that
awful word again.  "So that's what I'm gonna do.  You can make it easy or
difficult, I don't care." "But, but, you wouldn't rape a virgin, would
you?" Cindy pleaded.  "Please, please let me go, I'll give you all the
money I have, please." "Honey, I don't want your fucking money.  I want
your body, you slut, so stop the crap and get over that desk." "No, no,
please, please," Cindy begged, but George grabbed her by the wrist and
dragged her toward her own desk.  She struggled and screamed but none of it
did any good.  George was much too strong for her and he flung her face
down across her desk with no effort at all.  There he held her, a hand
firmly on the small of her back as she struggled and yelled and tried to
kick out at him. "Stop it!" she screamed, and her flying heel caught him on
the shin. "You'll pay for that, you cunt," he promised.  And he showed the
terrified librarian a pair of metal handcuffs, waving them in front of her
face.  "You wanna put these on, or shall I do it for you?" "Leave me alone,
you, you monster!" Cindy screamed, and she stupidly tried to reach for his
hair and pull a handful of it out. With a laugh, he gripped her wrist and
clipped the handcuffs on with practiced ease.  Cindy screamed and rolled on
the desk, but he held her too firmly. "Get away from me!" she screamed and
sud

   denly felt the whip curl around her neck.  Spluttering and and half
choked, she watched as he released his hold on her back, but he rolled off
the desk and pulled her arm down to where her wrist was beside the desk's
sturdy wooden leg There was a click and Cindy's arm was handcuffed to her
own desk. She tried to scream, but very little would come out through the
choke hold of the whip.  It was all she could do to breathe, and she heaved
and sobbed on the hard deak top, helpless as he clip ped another pair of
cuffs to her other wrist and leaned on that arm too, dragging it down until
he could clip it to the other leg of the desk. Now Cindy was almost
helpless.  But her arms were tied and they were stretched so far that the
pressure of the handcuffs forced her face down into the hard wood of her
desk top.  She gave a moan as she struggled and hoped that somebody,
anybody, would still be in the building and come in to save her from this
terrible humiliation. "Well," said George, going around to the back of the
desk and surveying her ass as it jumped and heaved in frantic agony.  "This
is going to be better than I thought.  Did you know you've got an ass that
drives men crazy?" Cindy spluttered and struggled, the whip around her neck
still cutting off most of her air. "Oh, I'm sorry," said George.  "I
forgot, you have trouble speaking right now.' And he came back and uncurled
the leather, letting the half-choked girl breathe again.  "Did you know
what a fantastic ass you've got?" "Leave me alone," said Cindy desperately,
tears rolling down her cheeks.  She had never been so humiliated in her
life before and the thought of her luscious body being so exposed and
helpless was more than she could take. "Well, let's just say that you have
a fantastic ass," said George pleasantly, "and I can't wait to get at it."
He leaned down and whispered in her ear.  "So, let's get your ankles tied
up and we can begin." "Leave me alone, oh please, you can't be such a
beast, you can't!" Cindy screamed. She kicked and screamed as hard as she
could, but he grabbed one of her legs and she felt the click of the cuffs
and then it was dragged down.  There was another click and she couldn't
move.  The metal hurt her ankle as she struggled and moaned with the pain.
Then he had her other leg and there were the same two awful clicks and she
was utterly helpless, her arms and legs held tight to the desk, her body
vulnerable. He spent a little time rearranging her.  He put the high-heeled
shoe back on her foot and shifted her ass over so that her legs were
pressed straight, the backs of her knees twitching with the agony of her
taut tendons.  Now her hips

   were against the edge of her desk and her ass thrust up, utterly exposed
to him.  He came back around to her head and, to Cindy's utter horror, he
produced a large, studded dog collar and slid it around her neck.  She
screamed at him, but it did no good at all.  He just laughed and clipped a
long piece of thin rope to the collar and threw it under the desk.  Moaning
and gasping, Cindy tried to think wh he would possibly do with it, and very
soon she found out.  He pulled it from under the desk on the other side of
her body and then lashed it first around one of her thighs, just above her
knees, and then ran it over her other leg, pulling the strand that led to
the collar tight before he lashed the other one on. Now, each twitch of her
legs forced Cindy's face down harder into the desk, and the collar, while
not actually choking her, was tight enough to give her breathing trouble.
She gave a moan of utter helplessness and desperately wondered what
perversion he had in store for her. "Now, tell me," said George, waiking
around to the bound girl's ass and slowly rubbing his hands over it.  "Do
you wear the clothes you do to drive men crazy?  Or is it just a whim on
your part?" Cindy struggled and wept.  The trouble was that each heave she
gave to try and get away from those terrible hands just pulled on the rope
and jerked her head down, making her breathing more difficult. "I don't
know," she managed to say.  "Men should respect women, protect them-not
what you're doing.' George laughed.  "Let me tell you one thing I've
learned in my travels," he said.  "When a little cock-tease like you
dresses up so that men get hard-ons the moment they see them, then the
cock- teasers are asking for it, and in the end they get it.  And you're
gonna get it, lots of it, you little cunt." His hands were running over her
ass and Cindy felt his fingers slide inside her panty leg and run down into
the secret crack between her legs. "No!" she screamed.  "No, not that, no!"
But he ignored her and his fingers probed farther, between the soft lips of
her pussy, gently rubbing over the bud of her clit.  No man had ever been
anywhere near there before and Cindy moaned with disgust.  "You beast! 
I'll report you to the police when I get out of here." "Oh, if you like,"
saidGeorge with a grin, while his fingers played with the soft flesh of her
pussy.  "But I wouldn't dream of doing anything to you that you didn't want
me to do.  In fact, you're gonna beg me to fuck you very soon, and do
anything else I want." "Never!" Cindy screamed.  "I'll never do

   that, I'd rather - - "Die first," he finished for her.  "Well, we'll
see. Now, that was stupid of me.  I left your panties on.  Now they have to
come off, so I'll have to tear them off, won't I?" "No, you brute, no,
don't do that!" Cindy moaned.  She was gasping for breath as the collar cut
into the back of hr neck and forced her face into the hard wood. "Oh, all
right," said George pleasantly.  "We'll see if I can persuade you to beg me
to rip them off.  We can come to the fuck later." His fingers retreated
from her pussy and Cindy gave a moan of relief.  She felt him flip the hem
of her tiny slip up, over her ass until it was around her waist and his
terrible hands ran over the insides of her thighs, up and down, going below
her stocking tops to her knees and then right back up to the crack of her
ass and pussy.  It was awful for her, and she struggled as much as she
could, but it was hopeless.  The edge of the desk cut into her thighs,
adding to her pain and helplessness. "Now, just let me know when you want
me to tear your panties off," said George. He was talking from behind her
and Cindy wondered what he was going to do to her.  But, until it happened,
she didn't have the faintest idea.  There was a moment of total silence and
then, suddenly, the most terrible agony surged through Cindy's bound ass.
She had forgotten about the whip and the skill George had with it.  The
crack of the leather on her unprotected ass echoed from the walls and her
scream followed.  Her head and legs tried to leap in different directions
and the rope slammed her face back down to the desk as she screamed and
moaned in terror. George lashed the thin leather whip forward again and
waited until Cindy's terrified scream had faded.  "You have the most
terrific ass.  Shit, it's real fun to whip it.  And, ohhh fuck me, your
legs, shit, you gotta pair of legs, baby, just made to be tied up like
that. Ohhhh, yeahhh!" And he lashed her ass again. Cindy struggled and
screamed, fresh tears running down her cheeks.  She couldn't believe any
man could be so brutal to a lady.  Her ass was exploding with agony at each
lash of the whip, and the loud crack of it added an extra margin of terror.
"Ohhhhh, please, please, George, don't please!  Aaaaggghhh!  Oh no, no,
please, no!" "Shit," said George, lashing the bound woman again "I gotta
hard-on you wouldn't believe, baby.  I'm gonna fuck the shit outa you, just
wait." Andhe listened to Cindy scream and beg as her ass jumped and
twitched, trying in vain to escape the punishment. Cindy couldn't believe
she would ever be in

   that much agony.  Her whole ass broke into flames as the whip lashed her
and they had only died down a little before the next terrible lashing burst
the fire higher, burning through her helpless body.  Her ass cheeks were
scarlet, a mass of red lines that fused into each other.  Her flesh felt as
if it had been beaten to a pulp, and the relentless whip never stopped,
just went on, curling out and back, cutting into her ass. "Aaaghhh!  Ohhhh,
no, oh God no!" Cindy wept as the whip continued lashing into her body.  "I
never did anything to you!  Please, ohhhhh, aggghhhh, oh God, please!" And
she gasped for breath again as the collar cut into her neck. "Just tell me
when you want me to rip your panties off," said George, as if she were
being very unreasonable.  "Then I can check if you're really cherry or not,
and I'll whip the shit outa you if you're not cherry." Cindy screamed as
more and more agony erupted into her helpless body.  George could really
use that whip and each lash was calculated to exact the most terrible pain
without letting Cindy faint from it.  Her ass cheeks bounced at each
contact, the beaten flesh contorting as the leather bit into it. "Please,
aaaghhhh!  Oh stop, please, I'll do anything if you'll stop, anything! 
Please, oh agghhhh, oh no," Cindy sobbed and the desk top under her face
was wet with her tears. "All I want you to do is beg me to tear your
panties off," said George as he whipped her again.  "It's simple, slut,
just beg me." "No!" Cindy screamed.  "No I won't, I won't-aaggghhhh, ohhhh,
oh no, I won't, I won't, I aaagghhheeei!  Oh, no!" She collapsed over the
desk, her whole body in the most terrible agony. "Suit yourself," said
George, and he laughed as he laid the whip into her ass again.  "Keep it
up, you lovely little slut.  The more you hold out, the better it is for
me." And he let Cindy's screams die down again.  "I love whipping little
cunts like you, because I get whatever I want from them.  And they beg me,
all of them, they beg me." Cindy was reaching the limit of her endurance.
The whip had her ass burning red from the top to where it met her thighs,
and, with each new thrashing, the red got deeper and the pain more
unbearable.  Then George was laughing as he whipped her, that terrible
laugh that told her he had her totally in his command and could do what he
liked to her.  She knew she would break soon, anything to stop the terrible
torture.  He could even rip the expensive silk of her panties if he wanted
to. "All right, all right!" she suddenly screamed.  "You can do it." And
she fell back across the

   desk. "Do what?" he asked pleasantly, and Cindy thrashed on the desk
again as he gave her another cut of the whip. "Ohhhh, stop!  You can take
my, my, aaagghhh, my panties off!" Cindy screamed as he continued his
merciless whipping. "But I can't take them off, slut," he said, casually
throwing the whip forward again and watching his captive writhe and scream
on the desk.  "I've tied you up, stupid, so what will I have to do?"
"Ohhhh, aaaghhh!  Oh, tear them off, tear them!" Cindy screamed, trying to
please her captor and stop the awful agony.  "Tear them off!" "Oh, I see,
that's better," said George, and the terrible whipping stopped. Cindy
moaned with the relief, even though she knew her agony and humiliation
would go on for a long time yet.  She felt his hands running over her ass
again and fresh bursts of pain ran from the mashed, crimson flesh.  Slowly
his hands went inside the hem of her panties again and gripped the thin
silk. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked. "Oh yes, yes," Cindy
wept, the terror of the whip making her agree. "Very well," George said,
and he slowly pulled. His hand held the panties between her legs and they
began to cut into her upper thighs as he leaned back and the strain pulled
at her bound body.  Inch by inch he went back and Cindy felt fresh tears in
her eyes.  The elastic at her waist cracked first and she gave a sob as the
panties slipped down over her ass.  George still pulled, increasing the
pressure until the material itself began to give, ripping and breaking
until one side gave way.  That got them away from her ass and pussy, but
George didn't stop.  He wanted them off completely.  With a sudden burst of
impatience he ripped the remaining material away from her legs. Then
Cindy's humiliation really started.  She felt his fingers running over the
crack of her pussy.  He caressed the luscious, tangled hair of her cuntal
mound and slowly worked his way to the tight entrance of her virgin cunt
hole.  Cindy gave another scream as he pushed one finger into her throbbing
pussy. Never before had a man run his finger into Cindy's cunt.  She moaned
with shame as she felt it work its way past her pussy lips and into the
entrance.  Geore took his tiine.  Agonizingly, he worked the single finger
in, sliding it just a little and then stopping, working it around the
trembling walls of Cindy's cnt hole until she was moaning.

   "Fuck me, you've got a tight little hole,' George said softly.  "It's
gonna be a long hard fuck taking this." Cindy moaned and tensed as his
finger finally came into contact with her tight cherry.  George pushed
slightly at it with his finger, feeling it give a little. "Oh, well, fuck
me," he said.  "I didn't expect to find anything there." He pushed again,
feeling Cindy's body roll and heave on the desk top.  "That makes it even
more fun.  Feel it, you little cock-tease?  It's about to be gone, history,
outa here.  Got that?" Cindy gave a low scream as he pushed at her cherry
again.  "Oh, no, please don't do that," she pleaded.  "Please, have some
respect for a virgin, please." George just laughed again and his finger
played with the walls of her cunt.  "Oh, but I thought you wanted me to
fuck you," he said, his voice a single thread of awful menace.  "In fact,
you're gonna beg me to take your cherry, aren't you?" And his hands stroked
Cindy's red, whipped ass. Cindy almost fainted.  She was faced with the
most dreadful choice.  She either begged him to do the thing she hated most
to her, or she would get whipped again.  The terrible mental agony made her
head spin. CHAPTER THREE



   Cindy moaned and struggled on the desk, trying helplesly to pull her
arms out of the cuffs that held them.  The metal had already dug into her
wrists and there were deep red marks in her flesh.  She sobbed harder as
she felt George's hands running down into the crack of her ass and then
farther, between her stretched and bound legs, back to the crack of her
pussy. "Now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you," he whispered,
leaning over her, his mouth close to her neck as he nuzzled against the
dark mass of her hair. Cindy gave a terrified sob.  She knew what would
happen if she refused to beg, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do
it, to allow him to ram his terrible thing into her helpless, virgin body.
"Now, you tell me-and fast," said George menacingly.  "I've got the biggest
hard-on of my life and I'm gonna put it somewhere; So beg me, slut, beg
me." And he rolled his hips over her ass and Cindy felt the monstrous pole
of his cock as it pushed against her beaten flesh. "Aaaaggg, ooooohhhhh!"
she moaned, trying to think, trying to imagine some way out of this.  Her
body heaved on the desk and the collar cut into her neck again and the
cuffs tore

   at her wrists and ankles. "Now tell me, fuSk meat," George whispered,
"or I'll take it out on you until you beg." His huge cock thrust at her ass
and Cindy gave a terrible low scream of terror and gasped for breath, but
still she couldn't bring herself to beg him. "If you don't, my little
whore, I'll use the whip again.  And if I have to do that," he said, "I'll
do it as long as I like, not just until you beg me.  And I can assure you,
you will be begging, screaming for me to fuck you before I stop.  I don't
like little cunts who defy me." "Aaaggg, ohhhhh, no, ohhhhh," Cindy moaned,
her body shaking and her breath panting.  There was a whirlpool of cotton
in her head, she couldn't think coherently. "Last chance, you little shit,"
George whispered.  "And please don't give in now, I want to whip the shit
outa you so bad-so please, defy me, fuck meat." He leaned even closer and
Cindy could feel the throb of his prick as it pushed against her sore ass.
Cindy tried, she tried to tell him he could fuck her, she tried to get out
the words that would save her from more pain, but they wouldn't come out.
She gasped and tossed on the desk as hard as the cuffs and ropes would let
her, but nothing except gasps and moans came out.  "Oh, good," she heard
George say, and suddenly he was gone. Cindy moaned as she tried to pull
herself free, terrified now of what she knew was coming, but she had lost
the chance. Then she stiffened with new horror, wondering what, in the name
of God, George was doing to her.  She felt him pull her pussy lips back and
hold them.  Then, without warning, the jaws of some kind of clamp slammed
shut over her pussy flesh, and she leaped and screamed on the desk, begging
him to stop. "I bet you want me to fuck you, hey?" he asked. Cindy almost
passed out as another clamp bit into the other side of her cuntal lips. "Oh
yes, yes, you can fuck me," she gasped. "Anything, anything, but please
don't hurt me again, please." "It's funny how you little cunts get to
pleading when it's too late," he said. Cindy screamed in horror.  The metal
jaws, pinching her flesh viciously, were only part of the problem.  There
was string attached to them and he was pulling on it, opening her cunt lips
until her clit was exposed.  Cindy moaned and tried to hide her face in the
desk.  He pulled on the string until she was sobbing in pain and
humiliation and her pussy lips were pulled as far as they would go.  Then
he tied the string

   to the rope running from her collar to her thighs, and Cindy gave
helpless screams of agony as she twitched and heaved, and each movement not
only pulled on her collar, but stretched her bound pussy lips as well. He
stepped away again and Cindy felt her heart palpitating as she tried to
guess what he would do.  She could imagine what she looked like now, her
legs spread wide, her thighs bound and her poor pussy lips pulled open in
the most obscene display. "If you beg me to fuck you after the first
stroke," she heard George's calm, menacing voice saying, "then you'll get
ten lashes.  If after two, then twenty, and so on.  You understand?" "Oh
please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Cindy moaned, the terrible word flowing
out of her mouth in her overwhelming terror. "That doesn't count," said
George crisply. Cindy started sobbing, but that was cut off instantly by
the scream she gave that echoed off the walls. George had lashed the whip
expertly across her wide-open cunt, so that the tip of it was the only
thing to make contact, but it cut viciously right into her clit.  Cindy had
never known that pain like that existed.  It was far worse than the pain in
her ass.  It -sent red-hot spears of agony shooting all over her body,
burning deep into her until she heard her voice babbling, and the voice was
coming from a long way away. "Oh yes, please fuck me, please fuck me,
please," the voice was screaming from somewhere outside the seas of pain
she was submerged in. "So that makes ten,' said George. Cindy's screams
doubled and her head twisted in awful agony as the whip cut precisely into
her exposed clit.  The scream at the second lash was still building as the
third crashed in, and the bound librarian writhed on the desk, begging her
torturer to do anything he wanted, if he would just stop beating her. "Oh,
come on now, my little whore,' said George as he whipped her again.  "You
wouldn't want to spoil my fun, now would you?  Slut.  Would you. . .  six!"
And the whip lashed into her cunt again. "Oh fuck me, oh fuck me,
aaaggghhhh!  Oh fuck me!" Cindy screamed as the agony soared higher in her
bound body. But there was something strange about it.  At the height, each
beat of the whip sent tremors through her, tremors that she found herself
waiting for, waiting for the next beat of the whip, and they would be there
again.  Would they be as awful the next time?  Or would that strange
feeling make them more bearable? "Nine!" said George, and Cindy's ass
bounced all around the desk as far as the cuffs

   and ropes would allow.  "Ten!" Cindy gave a massive scream and fell
across the hard wooden surface, sweat runmng over her body There was
another moment broken by Cindy's low moans as she gasped for breath and
waited for the rape she knew was coming.  The pain in her body throbbed as
the fire from her whipped ass and pussy still spread slowly. George was
beside her head.  He pulled the gasping girl up by a handful of her hair
and made her stare at him. "I think I should show you what you're going to
be getting," he said.  He slid the zipper at the front of his pants down
and slowly pulled his cock out. Cindy gave a great gasp of new fear.  She
could never get something that big into her virgin cunt!  It would burst
her in two, George laughed as he held her hair in one hand and forced her
head up, against the pull of the ropes on her collar, and ran his other
hand over his massive fucker.  It pulsed and bulged before Cindy's
terrified eyes.  There was nearly a foot of rock-hard cock and it was so
thick that George's hand would scarcely fit around it as he slowly rubbed
it in front of her face. "Shit," he said, and chuckled with eat amazement.
"I've got half a mind to jerk off all over your beautiful face and then
whip you till I get hard again.  How about it?" "Oh no!" she sobbed.  "Oh
please, fuck me now, please, please, George!" She gasped and wept as he
grinned. "Well, all right, fuck meat," he said, "Since you asked me so
nice. I guess." And he dropped her head and walked behind her. Cindy moaned
as she knew her humiliation 'was about to be completed.  She felt him pull
on the clips still holding her pussy lips in their terrible embrace, and
then she gave another desperate groan as he brutally pulled them off,
dragging the cunt flesh and actually pulling some of her pussy hair out by
the roots. "Now," he said, and Cindy felt the first touch of a man's cock
at the entrance to her cunt.  "Now relax, my little whore, and it'll be so
much better for you." But relaxing was the last thing Cindy could do.  She
moaned as she felt him run the head of his monster cock up and down the
slick flesh of her beaten clit.  There were fresh bursts of agony from her
clit, but there were also spasms, things she didn't understand at all.
"Well, fuck me," said George softly.  "You're damp, you little shit, you're
fucking damp." And his cockhead just ran into the lips of Cindy's throbbing
cunt. She stiffened as she felt the huge round cockhead force the walls of
her cunt to open a

   little.  She didn't understand why George had said that about her
getting damp.  Did it mean something?  She had no idea, but she wasn't
going to get much time to think about it anyway. His cock sank another inch
into her protesting body.  The walls of her cunt seemed to scream as they
were forced to open and the head of George's huge cock worked its way into
her until it came up against the rigid wall of her cherry. "Oh, no," Cindy
moaned, and her head sank back to the desk top. "What's the matter?" asked
George innocently.  "Don't you want me to fuck you?" "Oh yes, yes, please!"
Cindy shouted, her ass thrusting back at his rampaging cock. She was
utterly terrified for a moment that he would stop and whip her again, but
he was too hot by this time.  If Cindy had been more experienced, she would
have known he was desperate to unload his cum by the way his cock throbbed
and beat at her cunt. "Oh, good," said George, and he thrust his cock back
to the drum of Cindy's cherry.  Slowly he pulled his cock back and then
thrust it forward, an inch at a time, back and forth, waiting.  "Shall I
take it now?" Cindy was almost sick.  She was going to be forced to beg a
man to take her virginity.  But there was no way out. "Oh, yes!" she heard
her voice scream.  "Oh, take it for me, please!" And she gave a heave and a
great sob as he just continued his slow, in-and-out fucking. Without
warning, George fucked deep into Cindy's cunt.  For a split second she felt
her cherry resist, and then it was broken, and his cock was fucking deep
into her violated pussy.  She was ruined-the one thing that made a woman
desirable to a man was gone.  She would be spurned by every decent man in
the world now, and it would serve her tight for giving in like that.  She
should have resisted to death if necessary. George grunted with pleasure as
his massive cock fucked into her pussy.  "Sheeit," he moaned.  "You've got
the tightest little cunt hole I ever fucked.  Hey, that's great, ohhh yeah!
He leaned in on her, forcing his cock in until his balls slapped against
her whipped and painful ass, and the pressure of his body drove her thighs
into the front of her desk.  Slowly he pulled his invading cockmeat out,
until only the cockhead still rested in Cindy's pussy.  Then he slowly
fucked back in, inch by relentless inch, until it was all there and Cindy
could feel the head of his prick beat against the entrance of her womb. 
She could feel the blood from her raped cherry running down her thighs and
she wept with the shame of it.  She had given in to this man.  She had
pleaded with him to fuck her.

   She was disgusting and she had to be punished for what she had done. And
there ws no doubt that George was going to do it.  His huge stiff cock
fucked into her cuntal passage, forcing the cunt walls to spread and
stretch with new onslaughts of pain.  Each fuck thrust sent waves of it,
running up into Cindy's tied body, messages of her helplessness throbbing
through her.  With the pain of the whip gone, however, she now realized
that other parts of her body were getting their own dreadful stimulation.
Her tits rubbed against the hard wood and her nipples had got hard, testing
each ribbed grain of the wood as George's slowly increasing fuck thrusts
forced her body forward on the desk. "Ohhhhh yeahhh," she heard George
shout.  "Ohhh yeahhh, I gotta have this fuck hole again when it's properly
trained." His thrusts into her cunt suddenly picked up momentum.  His hips
beat faster into her and the slap of his thighs and balls into her whipped
ass were louder.  "You'll pay for this, shit, getting me all hot like this,
ohhhhh, fuck!" The huge prick in her cunt was ramming faster and harder at
each fuck stroke and George had his head back as he howled in rising
ecstasy.  Cindy wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew he was going to do
something soon, probably that thing called "consummation" that would end
this terrible rape.  Her whole body was suffering as the cock fucked in and
out of her cunt, but the friction on her cuntal walls was also doing things
to her that she didn't understand or want to admit to.  Fierce flashes of
pleasure spread out each time the cock slammed into her, making her moan
and sending her ass thrusting up at George to get more of his cock.  It was
as if something demonic had taken her over, something that made her body do
all sorts of terrible things without her knowing, and certainly without her
trying.  The pleasure rose as George yelled and fucked, and his cock
swelled inside her, spreading more and more of that feeling into her pussy.
"Aaahhhgggg, oh God!" Cindy screamed. And she thrust up at George as his
massive cock spurted the first jet of his cum into her pussy. Suddenly
things were spinning for Cindy and nothing was real.  She felt bursts of
his hot cum flooding her pussy, and George leaned back and screamed as his
cock took over and his hips bounced Cindy all over the desk as he slammed
into her ass with each powerful fuck thrust.  He leaned down, grabbed her
hair and pulled her back so that she was arched painfully on the desk,
straining against every one of her bonds, but somehow she didn't notice
that.  Her mouth panted as he pulled her head up, and he fucked

   deeper and deeper into her pussy as he went on coming, jism pouring out
in endless waves from his cock.  The spurts of cum sent Cindy's strange
feeling higher until she was moaning and sobbing while her body shuddered
in a strange kind of release, and she felt waves of overwhelming pleasure
roll over her.  Each peak of his orgam, when the white cum spurted out into
her pussy, was matched by a smiliar peak in her body, as her head strained
against the hold he had on her hair, and her ass and pussy lunged into his
thrusting hips. "Ohhhh, fuck me, you little shit," George suddenly yelled.
"You're coming, you bitch, you're coming!  Oh, you little tease, you
fucking cunt!" And he gave a heave on his cock that almost tore Cindy's
legs out of their sockets as he shot the last of his cum load into her
wildly throbbing cunt. "Oh no, oh God," Cindy moaned as he slowly let go of
her hair and she came down to realize what she had done. She had allowed a
man to fuck her and she had got pleasure from it.  And this was after she
had been most cruelly whipped.  She really was depraved, and she had to
stop it, stop it now!  Decent women didn't get pleasure from fucking, they
just didn't- her mother had been very emphatic on that.  So she wasn't a
decent woman, and the only way she could become decent again was to resist
all his attempts in the future. George slowly settled onto her helpless
body, his cock still oozing cum in her cunt, his body still shaking from
the orgasm. "Fuck me," he whispered.  "You and me are going to have the
best time in the world, whore.  You're gonna learn to do things you never
even heard of before.  Jesus, I wish I'd known, I'da brought a lot more
stuff with me.  Oh well, we can deal with that later." Cindy gave another
low moan and she felt the pain returning all over her body, radiating from
her ankles and wrists where the metal had dug deep into her skin.  From the
backs of her knees, where her tendons had been so unmercifully stretched
for so long, and most of all from her whipped ass and pussy. She felt
George slowly pull his cock out of her.  Her cunt closed around his
cockhead as it went and there seemed to be something missing there,
something she wanted or needed.  She gave a moan and tried to relax.  She
felt him unclip the cuffs at her ankles and then untie the rope to her
collar.  Then he came around and undid her wrist cuffs and allowed her to
stand up. Rubbing her wrists and ankles and then trying to bring some
relief to her ass, Cindy walked across the floor as she looked at her
tormentor

   as he sat in one of the chairs and watched her with amusement.  His
cummy cock still hung out of his pants, massive, even when partially soft.
Cindy rubbed her ass and the pain flowed, but it wasn't so bad anymore. 
Her fingers worked their way to her whipped and raw clit, rubbing over it,
feeling the wetness of mixed cum and blood running down the insides of her
thighs.  The rubbing gave some relief to her pussy and she continued
running her fingers over it, feeling the soft relief spreading.  She
couldn't understand why George had a big grin spreading over his face.
"Pretty good, slut," he said.  "Spread your legs wider, let me see." Cindy
was so terrified of him that she obeyed and let him see her rubbing her
beaten clit. "Well," she said, tears in her eyes again, "I hope you're
satisfied.  You've ruined me, so let me go now." George laughed.  "Ruined
you?'- he asked.  "I'm going to make you into the woman you really are. 
We've only just started, honey.  So brighten up and come with me." CHAPTER
FOUR



   "What do you mean?" Cindy shrieked, her fingers coming abruptly away
from her beaten pussy. "Oh, you'll find out," said George easily and,
before Cindy could move, he'd reached out and grabbed her neck chain. 
There wasn't much she could do but follow him.  He dragged her out of the
door and down the corridor to the ladies' bathroom. "What are you doing?"
Cindy screamed. "Just gonna wash you off," said George.  "Don't like all
that blood around.  Looks like you really were a virgin." He laughed as he
pushed her through the door. She struggled and protested, but George just
spun her around by her collar and flung her to the cold white sink. "Now
clean yourself off," he ordered, and stood there, leaning back against the
wall, mocking her. It was almost too much for Cindy, but she knew what
would happen if she refused to do as he said.  Trembling from head to foot
with a mixture of shame and anger, she turned on the faucets and let the
water run unffl it was hot.  She thought of the many pleasant times she had
spent in here, away from all the turmoil of her

   work in the library.  The place wouldn't any longer be the sanctuary it
had been.  Now there would always be the dreadful memory of George standing
over her. "Here." He tossed Cindy a washcloth. She stared at it,
bewildered. He really had planned this rape well.  She took the cloth and
ran it in the hot water, ten washed her thighs until all the mingled blood
and cum were gone and they were back to the pristine whitness-apart from
the angry red marks of the whip.  She dried herself as well as she could on
the paper towels and turned to face him with an air that had defiance
behind it.  At his command, she opened her legs and allowed him to inspect
her to see that she was 'completely clean.  Then he pulled on her chain
again and hauled her back out of the washroom.  Cindy struggled along
behind him as before, but her mind was set now.  All he could do was rape
her from now on.  She would never again sink to the humiliation of begging
him for anything. "Okay," he said, when they were back in the silence of
the main library.  "Now I'm going to teach you the next thing you need to
know to please a man.  On your knees." Cindy stood between the bookshelves.
Only a few hours before, the place had been teeming with people, people she
always resented for their noise and the way they interrupted her work.  Now
she would have given anything just to have one of them there. "No," she
said defiantly.  "I won't do it.  I won't do anything you tell me to do."
She stood defiantly in front of him, hardly realizing how helpless she
looked in the tiny slip and white stockings.  She folded her arms over her
luscious tits and stared at him. George laughed.  "Oh, thank God for that,"
he said.  "I thought you were going to be easy.  Now I have some more
training to do." He grinned and jangled her neck chain.  "Do you know what
you're gonna do next?" Cindy ignored him. He just laughed again.  "That's
one extra punishment," he said.  "Oh well, I'll tell you.  You're gonna put
my cock in your mouth and suck it until I come, and then you're gonna lick
all the cum up.  Got that?" Cindy's eyes widened.  How could he even think
of something so, so, disgusting?  So perverted no decent person would even
dream of it? "No!" she yelled defiantly.  "I won't, I won't do anything so
disgusting, you can. "Kill me," he added with his usual terrible laugh. 
"Oh well, don't say I didn't warn you." He pulled her brutally toward him
by the chain, and Cindy almost choked as she fell forward.  She fought, but
he had grabbed her and

   pulled her to the ladder she used to reach the higher books.  It was a
sloping ladder wide at the base and tapering, and it ran on two rails, one
for the base and the other in the ceiling. He flung the chain over the top
of the ladder and pulled it until Cindy was almost hanging by her neck,
twisting and turning against the rungs.  Then he swiftly wrapped the chains
around one of the lower ngs and left her for a moment.  Cindy tried
desperately to reach the rung with the chain wrapped round it, but it was
going to take a lot of time to get herself unraveled to stretch her arms
down far enough.  She began heaving and pulling, struggling to reach, but
George was back along before she had got anywhere. "Silly girl," he said
sarcastically, and pulled the desperate, choking librarian around to face
him. Cindy screamed, but it was cut off by the collar.  She saw the cuffs
again, felt them click over her wrists as he pulled her arms forward.  Then
she watched helplessly as he took another length of rope and wrapped it
around to join the cuffs. "Oh please, no," she begged as she pulled her
arms back. Without even talking to her, he threw the rope over the top rung
and went behind the ladder, pulling on it until her arms were dragged over
her head. Then things went on getting worse.  Her arms were stretched high
over her head as the relentless George came back to face her.  He had the
end of the rope in his hands and he could let her arms down just by letting
it go slack.  Slowly he let it go, staring at her as she moaned with the
pain. "Now kneel on the bottom rung of the ladder," he said.  "Put your
legs through it." "Oh, no, please, George, please, don't make me. Her
pleadings were cut off as he pulled the rope up again and the pain surged
through her arms.  She moaned and her head felt dizzy at the awful torture
she was going through. "Fine," he said.  "I'll just hang you up like this
and "No, no, all right, I'll do it," Cindy sobbed as the pain in her arms
grew worse. She didn't realize she had just fallen into his trap.  He
slackened the rope again, and she could move.  Sobbing, she slowly put her
stockinged legs through the bottom rung of the ladder, one at a time, then
she was forced to kneel on it when the next rung forced itself against the
backs of her thighs.  It wasn't too uncomfortable at first.  The rung was
wide and there was ample room for her knees. George chuckled as he pulled
the rope in and lashed it to one of the wide, lower rungs.  It now

   held her arms high in their cuffs and that shoved her tits out.  At the
worst of times, Cindy's tits were an invitation.  Thrust out and up like
that, her tits made George give a whistle of lust and run his hands over
them.  Cindy struggled, but nothing stopped him from sliding the top of her
slip away. "Nice,' he said.  "Now, just a few more things." Cindy gave a
low groan and wondered what other disgusting perversions could be in store
for her.  She didn't have long to wait.  He spread her legs and tied each
of her knees to the sides of the ladder.  Then he went behind again and she
felt him lashing ropes around her ankles.  She begged him to stop, but all
she got was that terrible laugh again.  With a sudden heave, he pulled her
ankles upward and then pulled the ropes around the side of the ladder and
then around one of the steps. Cindy screamed as her legs were brutally bent
and tied until she couldn't move them at all and the pain at the backs of
her knees was shooting up and all over her body.  With growing desperation,
she thrashed the top half of her body around, swinging on her bound wrists,
but George just laughed. "Now, let's see," he said as he came back and
stood in front of her and she sobbed as she saw that his groin was just on
a level with her mouth as she hung there, helplessly bound.  "You can't
imagine how much time I spent making sure this was going to be just right.
Now, here it is agaln." And he unzipped his pants.  He pulled his rigid
prick out and ran it over the lips of his helpless captive.  "Just let me
know when you can't wait to suck it." Cindy almost gagged as the warm smell
of his masculinity swept over her nostrils and the thick cockshaft brushed
her mouth.  Never, she would never take that cock in her mouth.  It would
be impossible to imagine how disgusting that would be. "Now," sald George,
"let's get a little artistic, shall we?" Cindy gave a terrible moan.  He
was pushing the ladder along the line of bookshelves and every rumble it
gave over the metal rails jolted her arms and body painfully.  She couldn't
imagine what he was going to do until he gave a final shove and the ladder
came to a halt right opposite the full-length mirror in the library.  In
horror, Cindy stared at her reflection,- bound to the ladder, her arms high
over her head, her thighs spread as far as they would go, her tied feet,
lashed almost to the height of her thrustout tits.  Her long hair flowed
over her shoulders, and even she could see how desirable she was. Then, all
around her, the lights started going

   out, click by click-unffl there was only one left, the one light that
illuminated her, bound to the ladder.  All the rest of the room was in
darkness.  In the mirror she now looked even more desirable and tempting.
Into the pool of light came George, slowly walking over to her, the whip in
his hand.  She stared in utter horror as he approached, her stomach
twisting in strange knots, terror, but mixed with a dreadful excitement, a
wonder at the depth of the depravity he was leading her into.  Slowly and
carefully, he eased the top of her slip away from her tits until they were
totally exposed and the top of the flimsy material ran under the full,
heaving mounds of tit flesh, adding its own support to the uplift of her
bound arms and legs. George ran his hands over the cringing flesh, holding
one of her nipples and squeezing it slowly.  Cindy moaned at the increasing
pain, but there was no way to avoid the dreadful caress.  She had such a
lovely palr of tits that George could only hold them properly with both his
hands, and he did, to each of them in turn, as he studied the creamy flesh.
Then, without a word, he was gone, back into the darkness where Cindy could
hardly see him. "Where are you?" she cried, frightened, her body trembling.
"George, please, where are you?" She didn't get an answer.  Instead, with
awful suddenness, she saw the tip of the whip curling out of the blackness,
heading for her tied body.  Her eyes widened and she stared as the end of
it cracked in, right across her two jutting tits.  In the mirror she saw
the leather bite deep into her tit flesh, the tip almost disappearing into
the soft skin around her nipple.  Then, equally suddenly it burst out
again, leaving a curling line of red. "Oh, God, don't!" Cindy screamed as
her body contorted and her tits felt as if they were being torn off her
body.  "Please, don't whip me, please." She heaved on the ladder as another
lash sent her head singing with pain. "Of course I'll stop, my dear," said
George with a laugh.  "All you have to do is beg to suck my cock, that's
all." Cindy screamed as another cut lashed her tits.  She couldn't, she
couldn't suck that thing, she couldn't.  Her head was whirling as she tried
to pull off the ladder and the whip landed and buried itself in her tit
flesh.  "Oh, God, stop!" she yelled.  "Stop, you brute, aaaggghhhh!  Oh
God, oh God, oh no!" In the mirror she could see her mouth slob-bering as
the pain burst like a volcano, repeat-edly, surging to new heights at each
whipping.  She saw herself swinging by her wrists and her tits bouncing as
they got redder and redder.  George shifted his angle of attack until he
was

   whipping her almost straight on.  Now he could use his skill to pick out
the dark-red areolas and hard nipples.  The whip would curl almost lazily
around them, sink in a circle around the trem- bling, hard bud, and then
flick out again, sending ripples of pain through her entire tit.  With no
hurry at all, he whipped her tits, listening to the girl as she went
demented with the pain.  But somehow she clung t6 the desperate belief that
she could not give in and suck his cock. The agony surged higher until
Cindy could hardly know where she was or what she was doing.  In a haze she
saw her beaten body, watched her tits rolling as the red lines grew into
one crimson mass of whipped flesh.  And still the leather came out of the
darkness and lashed her. "Aaaaghhh!" Cindy suddenly yelled.  Her hips were
beating out and back against the ladder.  The agony was at a pitch that
sent awful surges of some strange desire down into her pussy.  "Oh yes,
I'll suck you," she suddenly heard herself scream.  "I'll suck your cock, I
will, oh please let me suck your cock, please." And her body gave a great
heave and stayed trembling against the ladder as the beating stopped.
"Ahhhhh, that's better, isn't it?" George asked. But Cindy couldn't answer.
Pain rolled all over her body, from her whipped ass and pussy, her bent
legs and bound arms, but most of all from her tits.  And there was that
dreadful something, a pulse of strange desire that throbbed to the beat of
her body as she hung there, moaning softly. Her eyes were closed, so she
didn't see George standing in front of her.  She didn't see the whip curled
in his hand, or his cock as it stood out, harder and longer than ever.  All
she felt was the hard tip of his fucker as it brushed her lips once more,
and this time it wasn't going away. "Lick it", George ordered. Trembling,
but half unconscious in the raging sea of emotion that was her body, Cindy
flicked her tongue out and licked it over the swollen purplish head of his
cock.  Strangely, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. "Again,"
said George, "and don't stop this time." Cindy let her tongue run out again
and lick the cockhead.  She licked again, tasting the drop of pre-cum
liquid at the tip, and even that wasn't so bad.  It was slightly salty,
that was all.  Then George slid the monstrous cockhead just between her
lips and Cindy gave another moan of fear and expectation.  The hard flesh
of his cockhead forced her lips wide as it came in and she licked at it,
running her tongue over the ribbed flesh of the underside.  Instinctively
her

   lips closed around the cockshaft, just beyond the cockhead, and she
sucked gently, feeling his cock throb and leap in her mouth. "That's not
bad," said George.  "You might do okay with some work, now suck it, baby,
give me a good time, or your tits'll hurt again." Cindy gave in.  There was
nothing she could do, and if she tried, there would be more of the agony.
She let him slide the huge cockshaft in farther, inches more fucking into
her mouth- and still over half of his prick was outside her lips.  Pain
echoed around her body as he took her long hair and slowly pulled her head
onto his cock, sinking deeper and deeper until the cockhead rested at the
back of her throat and she was gagging slightly, gasping for air. Slowly he
let his cock slide back out, until the cocktip rested at her lips again. 
"Now you start learning how to please me," he said softly.  "You've got the
most beautiful face in the world to fuck, and I'm gonna fuck it whenever I
want.  And you'd better learn to be good, my little cunt." Cindy gurgled as
she tried to speak, but before she could gather herself, the cock was
sliding back in again.  Once more he pulled her in by the hair, until his
cock was buried deep in her mouth and almost two thirds of the length was
inside her lips.  She struggled for air as she desperately sucked and
licked at the cockmeat filling her mouth.  George let his cock rest at the
back of her mouth, just working it in and out, an inch or so at a time. 
Softly, his hands let go of her hair, but he had akeady forced her head
back against the rungs of the ladder, so she couldn't move to release the
pressure on her throat. He held her there as his hands slipped down to her
red, beaten tits.  He leaned in harder on her as he took each of her
nipples in his fingers and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger The
new agony burst out and surged over her helpless body.  The world sank into
a blur again as he twisted her nipples harder, fucking his cock into her
throat as she writhed in pain on the ladder.  Her screams were blocked
before they got out, strangled by the massive cock in her mouth, working in
and out, fucking deeper into her throat with each pass it made.  Pain
collected in her body and rose like a river, building against a dam that
was sure to break.  She heard George grunt with satisfaction, felt his cock
throbbing in her mouth as she sucked and licked, trying to do what would
please him most.  His fingers pinched her nipples harder until she was
weeping again, the agony in her tits meeting the strain in her arms and
bpund legs.  Her body rolled as his cock fucked faster, harder into her
mouth.  George leaned back, looking down at

   his captive as he face fucked her. "Oh yeah!" he shouted.  "Suck my cock
baby, suck it, suck it all down, ohhhh, yeahlih!" George pulled on the
chain, forcing his cock in harder as it throbbed and Cindy felt the first
drops of new cum form on the end, at the tip of that little slit in the
cockhead that would soon pour all his jism into her mouth.  But, suddenly
she didn't care anymore. The rising pain had sparked off the feeling, that
awful feeling that had stopped as he stopped whipping her.  It spread,
sending her hips beating back into the ladder.  It was more and more
difficult for Cindy to pretend that it wasn't an orgasm.  She had never
experienced one before tonight, but she didn't need to be told what it was.
It melted the pain, sending it soaring through her body until vast shaking
release broke over her with each twist of George's fingers on her nipples
and each thrust of his cock into her mouth.  She was beside herself as she
sucked, harder and deeper, instinctively working to the pulse of George's
rising orgasm. "Ohhhhh yeahhhh, fuck me!" George yelled.  "Oh yeahhhh, I'm
coming, you little cunt, I'm coming!" His cock speeded up, ramming into her
mouth like a piston. Cindy felt a wave come up and drown her, throwing her
into a helpless river of lust as the first jet of cum shot into the back of
her mouth.  All the pain melted into a throbbing, uncontrollable orgasm. 
Her body shook as it beat against the ladder and cum squirted out of
George's cock and filled her cheeks.  It wasn't as bad as she had expected.
In fact, there was something disgusting but wonderful about the sticky goo
as it poured out, and she could feel George grabbing for her and yelling as
he came.  She swallowed to get rid of his cum, but something in her wanted
to keep it, taste it, run it over her lips as she came, and the ladder
creaked and moved under the combined lust of the two of them. "Oh, shit,
suck it baby, suck it," George moaned as drops of cum formed on Cindy's
lips and her wicked little tongue flicked out and took them back into her
mouth.  The two of them held like that, George pumping his jism into
Cindy's hot mouth, and Cindy coming endlessly as he rubbed her nipples and
fucked her mouth. Finally even George was done and Cindy licked at the last
drops of cum as they slowly ran out of his cock slit.  She couldn't see
herself as the orgasm slowly faded and she sucked greedily at his cock,
licking up every drop of cock cream until the waves of her come were almost
done, just washingup to her conscious- ness and fading again.  She felt
wonderful, tired, exhausted even- but for the first time in her life,
satisfied.

   George slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, the softening weapon
retreating as she moaned and sucked every last inch of it. "Shit, kid," he
said, "you were somethin' else." He went behind her and she felt him
undoing the ropes around her legs.  Cindy was coming out of her daze.  She
was tied up.  She had just sucked a man off.  She had been whipped.  Her
ankles were free and George was undoing the rope that held her arms.  They
came loose and she held her hands over her whipped tits, staring at herself
in the mirror.  What had she done?  How had she betrayed herself? She
slumped forward, falling to the floor as he undid the ropes holding her
knees to the ladder and the new pain, of release and returning circulation,
burst over her.  She had allowed it to happen again, and she had come! 
Tears burst from her eyes as she thought of how disgusting she had been. 
She could never be saved now.  She was beyond redemption, she was the slut
George sald she was.  But she rebelled agalnst that.  She couldn't be that
bad.  There was a way out, there had to be.  She sobbed in utter misery and
drew her legs up to her body, moaning and crying on the floor. Then a phone
rang. CHAPTER FIVE



   Cindy hear George go over to the desk with the one remaining connected
telephone on it.  As she hugged her whipped tits on the floor and sobbed
quietly, the phone's ringing stopped. "Yeah?" she heard George say. 
"Fuckin' impatient, aren't you?  Now you get here when yeah, I know what a
pain he is, but just shut the fucker up and he'll get everything he wants.
Yeah, okay Bill, I understand.  Yeah, of course, and bring some of the
equipment, too.  This is more fun that I thought it would be.  Okay, see
you." Cindy heard him put the phone back down.  It seemed that her torment
wasn't over, there were going to be more people to witness her degradation.
She sniffed and wept, unable to realize yet just how terrible it all was.
Then George was standing over her "Want something to eat?" he asked. This
was the last thing in Cindy's mind and she shook her head, staring up at
him, wondering what he would do next.  His cock was even now slightly hard
a it bounced with each move- ment he made, and it seemed to the terrified
girl that his cock was getting harder as she watched it. "Something to
drink then?" asked George.

   "Want to get the taste of cum out of your mouth?" That was an idea Cindy
hadn't thought of and she desperately wanted something to moisten her
throat, but it was the way he said it that was wrong.  She shook her head
again. "Oh well, suit yourself," said George.  "In that case you can suck m
hard again while I eat.  I've got one more thing to do before they get
here. Get your ass over here." Cindy didn't have to be reminded of the
whip. She scuttled over on her hands and knees to where he was laying out
some food on the long reading table.  The sight of cold chicken, rolls,
fruit, cakes and many other delicacies set Cindy's mouth watering, and the
bottles of wine and soft drinks that George laid out made her regret her
stubbornness, but she was committed now. George slumped into one of the
soft chairs and turned it ninety degrees to the table.  "Now suck me," he
said, and picked up some chicken and began to make himself a sandwich.
Cindy hardly hesitated.  The leather whip lay on the table by his hand and
she remembered the pain if it all too well.  Besides, she was damned
anyway, she was nothing but a whore for giving in.  And this was nothing
new, she had done it before.  Stifling another sob, she sank to her knees
between his legs and slid her hand over the half-hard flesh of his cock. 
He grunted with pleasure and went on making his sandwich. Cindy slid
closer, kissing the inside of his thigh, feeling the hairs on the skin rub
against her lips.  There was an awful, dangerous excitement to it all and
she found her breathing getting ragged as she slowly slid the tip of his
cock between her lips once more.  His cock stirred and instantly more blood
pumped into it and the cockshaft hardened n her hand.  With a low moan that
she hoped George would think was terror, she licked over the swollen
cockhead, remembering how it had been, thrust into her mouth, shooting cum.
Her stomach was in knots as she ran her lips over the hardening prick
flesh, feeling it grow under her caresses. Cindy could still hardly believe
she was doing this.  Only a few hours before, she wouldn't have dreamed of
doing anything so depraved, and now there were butterflies in her stomach
as she felt the cock harden and fill her cheeks.  She moaned and slid it
farther into her mouth, feeling the prickhead work at the entrance of her
throat.  Feeling the best of his lust, she slowly sucked on the massive
cocklance, surrendering herself to the domination it represented.  She had
to do it, she was forced to, it wasn't her fault.  She felt her chest
heaving as she filled her mouth with the solid cockmeat, sucking and
working over the cockhead as she unconsciously found

   herself rubbing her thighs together to ease some of the longing inside
her. "Now pull right back and hold it, and just lick the tip," said George,
not looking at her as he poured himself a glass of wine. Cindy did it
instantly, running her mouth back along the length of the prickshaft,
holding the throbbing length in her hand and letting her tongue run over
the huge meaty cockhead.  It tasted of cum still, very slightly, and she
remembered all that white goo he had pumped into her mouth.  She ran the
tip of her tongue int6 the tiny slit where it all poured from and was
rewarded with another grunt from her master. "Mmmmmnnnn," he said, almost
absently.  "Do that again, then swallow my prick right down your throat."
Cindy held the cock and licked into the piss slit again.  Then, with desire
rising in her like a dreadful tide that was going to drown her, she ran the
rigid fucker into her muth and groaned as it came up against the resisting
muscles of her throat.  She pushed harder, knowing that she would be
punished if she didn't do it right, and was rewarded with the cock sinking
almost an inch more into her mouth. "Yeahhhh," said George, taking a drink
of wine and studying the four inches of his cock that still stuck out of
Cindy's lips.  "Get it all, kid, or I'll whip the shit outa you till you
do." Cindy groaned in utter terror and tried her best to take all the cock.
She strained and pushed, but no more than another half inch would sink into
her throat before she was gagging and pulling back, gasping for air.  She
clung to his cock, frightened as she tried not to be sick. "Tut, tut," said
George disapprovingly.  "Not good enough.  Want another try?" Cindy was
shaking with terror and she frantically nodded, still gasping for breath
and unable to talk.  She worked his cock over with her lips and tongue,
then sank it again as far as she could, but her throat still rsisted and,
try as she might, she just strangled on his cock until she had to give up
and pull away, a fresh outburst of hysterics washing over her. "Oh please,
please, I'll try until I get it, I will George, honest, I will.  Let me try
again, please." And she reached for his cock again. Without looking at her,
he jerked her head up by the chaln around her neck. "Whore," he said, as he
reached for the remalns of his sandwich, "you gotta lot to learn." Casually
he put the last of the sandwich in his mouth and chewed away as he reached
for the wine, all the time holding Cindy by the chain.  "But we got a lot
of time to teach you, you little cunt.  And next time I get into that ass
of yours, I want an audience to appreciate how

   good I am at it.  I mean, what use is it if you're the only one here? 
You aren't in a position to comment on my technique, are you?" Frantically
Cindy shook her head, her chest heaving as she wept. "So for now," sald
George, "just put my cock between those tits of yours and work it, so that
you can get it in your mouth at the top of each stroke.  Now do it." To
Cindy it sounded like a reprieve.  She eased the top of her slip away from
where it still somehow managed to partly cover her tits and slid his great
big cock between them.  She didn't need to be told that he wanted her to
hold her swelling tit mounds together, tight on the cockshaft as she slid
her whole body up and down slightly, watching the head of the cock as it
slid out from between her whipped tit flesh.  She let the cockhead work
into her mouth as it came up, then let it retreat until it was hidden in
the cleavage of her wonderful soft tit mounds.  Again she felt his desire
as he eased upward and she let his cock slide out of her cleavage and into
her mouth.  He took a piece of cake and slowly ate it as he watched her. 
She did as he wanted, letting him fuck her tits and mouth with long
leisurely strokes. "Now, I've got some friends corning in," said George,
"and you're gonna be nice to all of them.  But don't worry, we have one
thing to do first.  I'm gonna fuck all o your holes first, to prove they're
all right.  You do think that's good of me, don'tyou?" Cindy couldn't even
understand what he was talking about, but she nodded her head as soon as
his cock was out of her mouth. "So, as soon as I've finished this piece of
cake, you're gonna bend over this table and I'm going to fuck your ass.'-
Cindy couldn't believe what she heard.  More startled than afraid, she
jerked her head up and stared at him. "No, no," said George, "you get your
head back down, slut." And he pushed her back. But Cindy didn't even hear
him.  "You want to do what?" she screamed. "Fuck your ass," said George
with a grin, and he picked up the last piece of cake. "But, but you can't
do that, you can't," said Cindy, and the full horror burst in on her.  He
was talking about sticking his cock into her most private hole of all. 
Nobody could do that-that was, impossible, it was too dirty to even think
about. "Oh, I can," said George, "and I'm willing to bet that you love it,
you depraved little cunt.  I can't wait, you see, because most of my
friends will want to fuck you, too.  And I get to be first on all of them
with you.  So get that cute little ass of yours over the table and let's
take a

   look." Cindy screamed in horror and tried to struggle to her feet.  "Oh
no, no!" she wept.  "Please, not that, please, not that, George, please!"
George just laughed and grabbed her by her neck chain again.  "Over the
table, cunt," he said, and almost threw her forward, face down on the
Formica top. "No!" Cindy screamed.  "No, don't make me, please, George,
please!  I'll even suck you off again, but not that, please." She struggled
frantically as he slid over the table and leaned in on her, holding her by
the neck. "Now listen, whore," he said, softly.  "You can make this easy on
yourself, or real difficult, I don't care.  You know how I love to whip
sluts, and I'll have a field day this time.  So don't make me tie you up,
for your sake." "Oh please, George, have mercy on me," Cindy wept,
struggling for breath as she thought of the dreadful thing he wanted to do
to her "I'll be good, I'll do anything else you want.  Why don't you fuck
me again?  Why not my, my vagina?  You can do that, George." "Say cunt,"
said George, leaning in on her, his breath caressing her face.  She smelled
the wine and shuddered as the terror mounted. "Cunt," she said, wondering
at the awful word as she said it. "Good.  Now, will you make it easy, or
difficult?" "Oh please, no," Cindy wept as she watched him take her neck
chain and lash it to one of the feet of the table.  She struggled but
already he had rendered her helpless.  The collar bit into the back of her
neck and forced her face over the edge of the table top.  She dared not to
try to hit him with her fists.  She was too terrified of what he would do
then. He walked behind the struggling girl.  "Now, Cindy," he said softly,
"let's be reasonable.  You know I'm gonna get to fuck your ass one way or
another, so why don't you beg me now, instead of when your ass and pussy
are a mass of pain, and I might not even stop?" Cindy burst into new floods
of tears.  "Oh please, George," she begged.  "Please don't humiliate me
like this.  I was a virgin.  Wasn't that enough?" George just laughed. 
"Enough?" he echoed.  "I never get enough, cunt, and neither will you when
I've finished with you.  Now, beg to have your ass fucked." "Please,
please, George, not .  aaagghhhh, oh God!" Cindy screamed as the whip cut
across her ass.  "Please, be nice, please, aaahhhhggggg, oh no, no, no,
please!" Her legs kicked in the air and her arms thrashed around, but the
neck chain held her far too tightly to get away.

   "Now I'm gonna get real pissed in a moment," said George.  "So this is
your last chance." Cindy screamed in agony as the whip slashed her ass and
suddenly it was her mouth that took over again, begging while the rest of
her struggled and wept at the terrible choice she had.  "Oh yes, you can do
it, George, you can do it!" her mouth babbled.  And then, terrified of
another whipping, she added: "You can fuck my ass, oh yes, George, you can
fuck my ass!" She collapsed in a weeping heap over the table. "Oh, good,"
said George.  "It was getting a bit tedious giving you all this training."
Cindy sobbed as she saw him put the long whip onto the table beside her
face.  He ordered her to spread her legs, and, trembling with fear, she did
so.  Then she felt his hands running over her beaten ass.  It was still red
from the first time and the new raw red cuts just added to her pain. 
Something wet was being poured over her suffering ass cheeks and she
gasped, wondering what it was. "Relax," said George caustically.  "It's
just some oil, help to cool you down a bit.  He chuckled and placed the
small bottle where she could see it.  Cindy stared fixedly at the bottle
and the whip as he slowly ran his hands over her ass cheeks, spreading the
oil as he went. The oil soothed her whipped flesh and she







   almost groaned with the soft pleasure that flooded into her.  She bit
her lip to stifle any sounds.  She couldn't let him know he was pleasing
her, particularly with what he was about to do. Then she stiffened.  She
knew it was going to come, but had been hoping that somehow the moment
would be infinitely postponed.  George's fingers ran between the cheeks of
her ass and touched her puckered asshole.  Then Cindy couldn't stifle the
moan and she struggled on the table.  Nobody had ever touched her there,
and the humiliation was awful. "Oh, no," she moaned softly as one of the
fingers slid into her asshole, just an inch or so, but taking the oil with
it.  Relentlessly it pushed on, and Cindy felt it come up against the
resistance of her sphincter muscle. "Now you just relax, or it will be the
worst for you," said George softly as he pushed the finger farther, up
beyond the tight ring of muscle and into the hotness of her ass. Cindy gave
a gasp and moaned, but she was too terrified to do anything else.  She
tried to relax her muscles.  George chuckled as he took his finger out and
Cindy moaned and pressed her face into the table, expecting another
terrible whipping.  Instead he poured more oil on her ass and spread it
wider, then rolled most of it into the crack between her ass cheeks and
started

   working it into her asshole.  Slowly his finger went back in and Cindy
tensed and moaned, not believing it as another one went in.  Two of his
fingers in her ass-it was terrible.  He laughed softly as he ran them up
and back, spreading the oil over her ass wall, lubricating it for his cock.
"I think that's enough," he said. Cindy moaned as she felt the first
pressure of his stiff prick against her asshole.  She couldn't believe he
would get his prick up there, it was so tight, but he shoved and the
cockhead slipped in, sending waves of pain shooting over Cindy's unprepared
body. "Oh, no!" she wept. He gave another heave and his cock rammed into
her tight ass ring and stopped there as the pain spread and Cindy gripped
the top of the table in her agony. "Now, relax," he said cheerfully. Cindy
closed her eyes and tried to pretend he wasn't there.  But then she
screamed in pain as he forced his massive cockhead up, beyond her ass
muscles and into the passage.  Now there was nothing to stop him and he
rammed his fucker in, farther and farther, until his thighs slapped against
her ass. "Yeahhhh," he said.  "Now isn't that great?" Cindy gave another
gasp and sobbed, gripping the edge of the reading table as the pain soared
through her body.  Her tits were pressed flat on the Formica and the
pressure on her beaten nipples only added to her agony.  Slowly, George
withdrew his cock until only the cock- head was inside her ass.  He fucked
slowly in and out, less than an inch, while his victim wept and struggled
on the table.  Then he fucked in again and Cindy gave another moan.  His
massive prick seemed to burst her ass guts apart as he fucked in and the
pain shot into her stomach and chest.  George slid out again and rammed in,
throwing Cindy high onto the table, pressing down on her back to bring her
back down. Cindy gasped and wept as he started fucking her ass with long
cock strokes, slapping against her ass cheeks at the end of each one, the
oil coating his prick as he rammed her ass harder and faster.  He had
already come twice, and Cindy was sure she had heard that men couldn't,
well, come as fast after the first or second time.  So she was in for a
long, degrading time, half choking as she was ass fucked over the table
where people studied during the day.  She would have to resign on Tuesday,
of course-she could never look at this toom again without shuddering.
George was fucking her ass faster and faster, grunting as he heaved her
body up.  His cock was now sliding right out of her ass and fucking back in
again.  There was no resistance left

   in Cindy's muscles and her helpless body let him do as he wanted.  Each
ramming fuck thrust stretched her tight ass walls and she moaned and
struggled.  But, to her terror and disgust, she could feel those same
sensations rising in her again as his brutal fucking went on.  The rasping
of his huge prick along her ass ring was inflaming her fuck lust, something
she had never even known she had befo?e.  As his hips bounced into her ass
cheeks, the sensations swept over her, making her giddy. But she wasn't
going to give in, she was not going to let him make her come as he fucked
her ass.  Cindy bit her lip, clutched at her face, digging her nails in to
take away from the rising power of the orgasm.  But that wasn't enough. 
Even the pain of her nails as they dug into her cheeks couldn't stop the
pounding of the lust as it rose.  She gasped, banged her head on the table
top, shouted and tried to think of something to distract her from the
dreadful, unspeakable fact that she was going to come. Fortunately for her,
or so she thought, George was now so gone he didn't notice anything she was
doing.  His cock heaved and throbbed in her ass as he rammed and fucked
like a wild man, yelling and cursing as the cum surged in his balls and
started to shoot out. "Oh yeahhhh, you cunt, oh, yeahhh!" he shouted, "I'm
coming up your ass, cunt, right CHAPTER sIx

   up your ass, oh yeahhhh!" And his cock jumped as it squirted hot jism
high into her ass guts. Cindy moaned and beat at the table top, desperately
trying not to come as George yelled and his hips beat at her ass as he
fucked her deeper and harder, cum coating the sore walls of her ass and
spreading down with each frantic thrust he made until Cindy felt his cum
oozing out of her ass and dripping down to her stocking tops.  George was
incredible.  On and on his cock pumped, jism spouting until finally he fell
across her and slowly let himself down, his whole weight falling across the
helpless librarian. "Shit," he said.  "Now wasn't that great?" Cindy
moaned. She had managed not to come, but at the most desperate price to
herself.  She wanted to grab for his cock with her ass, hold it there until
it had satisfied her.  But she couldn't, she couldn't confess to being such
a whore as that.  She held onto the desk top as she did her best not to
move and betray herself. George chuckled.  "I know what you did, my little
slut," he said.  "But I'll get you, you just wait.  I've got your number,
baby.  and I know just how to use it." Cindy moaned.  She felt worse than
she had ever felt, even at the height of the whippings.

   Slowly George slid his cock out of her ass and Cindy found her muscles
twitching and grabbing for the last inches of it however hard she tried not
to.  Then, with a low chuckle, he walked around the table and came up to
her head, still trapped against fhe table by the chain and collar.  His
prick was inches from her face and she could see the goo and cum streaked
down the length of the cockshaft.  The rank smell of spunk and the oil and
her ass juices assailed her nostrils and she gave a moan of horror as he
brought his slimy cock closer to her lips.  His cock still bounced as it
came down, softening slowly, but still enormous. "Lick it clean," he
ordered. Cindy shook in disgust.  Lick his cock when it had been up her
ass? She would be sick, vomit all over the fidor.  She shook her head and
tried to hide. "I said, lick it clean," said George menacingly.  "I'll
double any pain you have if you disobey me now." Cindy stared and felt the
vomit rise in her throat.  She would have to do it, but she would be sick
and he would punish her for that, she was sure.  The cock came closer and
the cockhead rested against her red lips.  With a shudder of disgust, Cindy
stuck out her tongue and flicked a drop of cum from the cocktip where it
quivered in the dim light. "Good," said George.  "Now the rest of it, so it
will be as clean as when I stuck it up your ass when you've finished."
Cindy licked at the prickhead again and more cum came off and into her
mouth, where she swallowed it as fast as she could.  The next licking had
some of the oil and she was sure some of her ass juices on it, and she
swallowed that really fast.  Desperately, she closed her eyes.  She didn't
want to see what might be on the full length of his cock-perhaps some of
her shit- and she couldn't face the possibility of licking that off. She
felt George slide his cock fully into her mouth and her saliva glands
worked overtime to take up all the cum and fuck slime that were on the
cockshaft.  Licking frantically, with her eyes tightly shut, Cindy sucked
it down, cleaning the cock until George was satisfied she had got it all.
"Mmmmmnn," he said, "that feels good.  You've done well, my little slave.
Would you like a drink of wine now?" Cindy had learned her lesson.  She
bobbed her head willingly, sucking on his cock as it still filled her
mouth. "Good," said George, "because we're going

   to be here quite a long time, and I wouldn't want you to die of thirst.
How about something to eat?" Desperately Cindy bobbed her head again and
George chuckled in his nasty way and pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Now
you stay just where you are," he said, "and I'll be right back." Cindy
watched him as he went around the table and began making her a sandwich. 
There was nothing she could do.  He was too near for her to reach down and
undo the chain that held her to the leg of the table, and if she crawled
forward to lean down farther, he would spot it at once and she knew what
would happen then.  So she had to wait as he put some food on a plate and
came back around to her.  She thought he would let her up, but he was
forcing her humiliation deeper into her.  He took the wine glass and held
it to her lips, tilting it until she could take a sip.  He did it until she
told him she'd had enough, and then he put it on the table beside her. With
his captive still bound by the neck, George took the sandwich and gave her
a bite.  He stayed right there as Cindy chewed and swallowed the chicken
and bread that suddenly tasted wonderful to her.  He had fed her half of
the food, and she was just feeling the warming effects of the wine.
Suddenly the door crashed open and most of the lights went on.  For a split
second Cindy thought somebody had come to her rescue. "Turn the fucking
light out," George snapped.  "I like it dark in here." "You're such a
fuckin' drag sometimes, George," said a man's voice.  But the lights went
out, leaving only the light that shone on the ladder Cindy had been tied
to. "Well, how's it been going?" Cindy heard footsteps crossing the floor.
She craned her neck up and managed to see that there were too men and two
women, though she couldn't get her face high enough to see who they were.
George stuffed the last of the sandwich into Cindy's mouth.  She didn't
want it any longer, but she knew better than to spit it out.  Mechanically,
she chewed on it as she watched the legs of the people coming over to her.
Then she heard a voice she knew. "Ohhhhh, shit, she's fucking great.  Can I
fuck her, huh?  Can I fuck her?" It was Arnie the janitor.  He was a big
slob of a man, with a beer belly and a leering look that she had caught
occasionally as he pretended to ignore her. "In a minute, Arnie," said
George.  "Let me introduce everybody first." "Oh, come on," said Arnie.  "I
gotcha in

   here, guys, so I get to fuck her." Cindy could hear the pathetic longing
in his voice and she knew he was staring at her helpless and nearly naked
body.  The thought of being fucked by such a disgusting man as Arnie sent
shivers running through her, but somehow even with that there was a hint of
the desperate passion she had felt when Qeorge was fucking her ass. "You're
such an impatient fucker," said George.  "Okay then, I suppose we can do
the introductions while you're having your fun.  But no funny stuff, got
that?" "Ohhh, okay, George," said Arnie breathlessly, and he hurried around
to Cindy's ass where it was bent over the table. Cindy gave a scream and
spat her food out onto the floor.  "Not him!" she yelled.  "No, George, not
him, please, anybody but him." She struggled on the table, but the chain
and collar held. "What the fuck's wrong with me?" Arnie demanded and Cindy
yelled as he slapped her sore ass cheeks with his huge hand. "Cut it out,
Arnie," said George menacingly.  "I told you, no funny stuff.  Now just get
on and fuck her.  She screams like that when anybody goes near her.  She
isn't trained yet." "Fuck," said Arnie sullenly.  "Okay, but I'm gonna fuck
her brains out, got that?" One of the women who had come in giggled, and
Cindy could hear the strange desperation in Arnie S voice.  He wanted to be
part of the gang and he wasn't.  Cindy moaned as she felt him rub his pants
across her ass, and the bulge of his cock thrust at her flesh. "Feel that,
cunt?" he asked.  "You're gonna get that right up your cunt in- a minute."
Cindy didn't answer him.  She was craning her neck, trying to see George.
She heard Arnie unzip his pants and she kicked out at him, her high heel
catching him on his shin. "You cunt!" he roared, and Cindy heard his boots
as he hopped over the floor, dutching his leg.  "Hey, let me beat the shit
outa her, George, c'mon." "I told you," said George, "you don't know how to
whip the cream off a custard.  Takes technique, Arnie, and you haven't got
it.  All you do is raise bruises, and I don't want my slave ruined for
later.  Now get on with it and fuck her or get out of here." Arnie muttered
to himself and came back to Cindy.  Now that she knew that she wouldn't be
punished for kicking, Cindy made things as difficult as she could for him.
Her feet lashed out in all directions and caught him again, more than once.
Arnie yelled and cursed at her, but she kept on kicking as fast as she
could until she was breathing heavily and holding onto the

   edges of the table for support.  But, in the end he was going to get
what he wanted.  She was bound and he wasn't, and he was more than twice
Cindy's weight.  He finally pushed between her legs and held them, pushing
down on her thighs as he shoved against her ass.  Cindy could hear the
others in the room laughing at the spectacle, and she felt a surge f fury
at the crude treatment she was getting. "You, you, fucker, George!" she
screamed.  "You, fucker!" She stopped, surprised at herself for using such
a terrible word, but the next thing she felt was the tip of Arnie's cock at
the entrance to her pussy.  "No!" She bucked her ass upwards, but he
managed to get his prick inside. "Go, Arnie, ride her!" shouted one of the
girls with a giggle. Cindy yelled as Arnie fucked his cock in farther.  His
prick slid easily on the pussy juices that had lubricated it.  He gave a
shot of triumph as his cock rammed in balls-deep, and then he started
fucking Cindy like a wild man. Cindy knew he wouldn't last very long. 
Arnie was fucking the best thing he had ever had and his cock was about
ready to explode.  Cindy groaned as he shoved her body into the table, but
there was already a surge of disappointment in her.  After George's cock,
this one was small, hardly filling her pussy at all.  In fact Arnie was a
really bad fucker, ramming in and out and barely filling Cindy's suddenly
throbbing cunt. George came up to her head with the rest of the party.  He
reached down and pulled the chain free of the leg of the table and pulled
Cindy's head up.  For the first time she got a good look at the other man
and the two women.  Arnie was still ramming her body into the table and
George kept a very firm grip on the chain. "This is Bill," said George,
indicating a slim, tall man who stood to one side, watching it all with a
strange detachment.  "We take turns in training our slaves.  So this is
Eve, who he trained." He pointed to the first of the girls. Cindy couldn't
see that much in the light, and it was made worse by Arnie still fucking
away at her cunt.  She was actually not feeling that much at all from the
fucking, just a sense that a round shaft was being pushed into her cunt
faster and faster.  However, she could make out Eve fairly well.  She was a
blonde, with flowing hair below her shoulders and a wide, sensuous mouth,
high cheekbones and a face that was beautiful.  She had a sultry apearance.
"And this is Paula," said George, pointing to the other girl. Paula was
darker, with a foxy face that somehow retained its innocence as she grinned
at the sight of Cindy getting fucked. "Hi," said Paula, and she slid her
short dress

   up her thighs, rubbing her cunt as if impatient to get on with it. Cindy
didn't answer.  She had nothing to do with sluts like these two who would
stand and watch a woman being abused like this. But they wouldn't have to
stand there for long.  Arnie was coming.  Cindy could feel his beer belly
slap against her ass as he fucked in and out, and he yelled as his cock
spasmed. "Ohhhh yeahhh, oh fuck, I'm shooting, oh feel that cum, baby, feel
that cum!" he bellowed as he shot the first jet of jizz into her cunt. 
"Oh, take it, fuck meat!" And his cock shot more jism and he moaned and
subsided against her ass. Cindy glared at George.  She couldn't say what
was on her mind.  If she was going to be degraded and fucked, then it
should be by somebody who knew what they were doing, not a wimp like Arnie.
The stirrings of lust she had started with were gone completely, and she
was cold and disgusted.  Arnie' 5 cock was going down so fast she hardly
knew it had been there.  His limp prick plopped out of her cunt and a thin
stream of cum ran down her thighs. Bill slowly walked around the table.  He
picked up a wine glass and surveyed Cindy's ass and legs as she lay there,
silent, resentful.  He pulled Arnie out of the way and the janitor
collapsed in a seat and looked vacantly at them all. "Arnie," said Bill as
he ran his hands over Cindy's ass cheeks.  "You gotta learn what league you
play in." He didn't elaborate and Arnie stared at him as if he hadn't
understood the statement.  "Take her away and wash her." Instantly George
gave a laugh and handed the chain to Eve.  "And hurry up," he said.  "We
know what you're like when you get three women together." "Yes, sir," said
Eve, almost mockingly, and she ran her hands over the hard shaft of his
cock.  "You promised me," she said.  "I was very naughty today." "You'll
get yours," George said softly. Eve grinned and purred as she leaned in and
kissed his neck, pushing her swelling tits in their thin blouse into his
chest. "Now get her washed up," said George. As Cindy was dragged across
the floor, she heard George and Bill laughing about something as they
settled down, ignored Arnie and started to eat. "Come on, you shit," said
Paula, pushing Cindy through the door and back down the corridor to the
bathroom. "Now wash your cunt out," said Eve as they got inside.  She
pushed Cindy to the bowl and watched her get on with it. As Cindy miserably
took a face cloth and

   started to wash the cum from her legs, she realized she had to go to the
toilet.  "Please," she whispered. "Yeah?" said Eve. "I want to, to "Take a
piss?" said Paula coarsely. Cindy nodded. "Well, get on with it,",said Eve.
"It'll get some of that cum out.  Why the hell bother with Arnie, I don't
know." Cindy stared in horror as she realized she would have to take a piss
with the two girls standing there.  She was too scared to protest.  "I
don't think I really have to," she said quietly. "Don't be so fuckin'
stupid," said Eve.  "You just got your ass fucked.  Now get on with it,
because I wouldn't like to be in your shoes if you piss back in there."
Cindy went into one of the stalls and they let her close the door. "They
stay with Arnie," said Paula, "because he's so useful.  Hell, he gets them
into any building they want, practically." "Yeah," said Eve, "but we're the
ones who have to fuck him to pay for it.  Shit, that fucker turns me off
like a fuckin' hydrant." Paula giggled.  "It's her turn now," she said. 
"She's payin' now." The two of them were still giggling as Cindy flushed
the toilet and came out.  They made her clean herself completely.  Then
there was a further humiliation.  Paula checked Cindy out, running her
hands over her thighs, checking and pulling her stockings straight,
cleaning off the cum that was clinging to the tops of them.  Then, as Cindy
gasped and tried to get away, Paula ran a finger into Cindy's cunt and
checked it for any remaining cum.  It passed her inspection and she took
the chain again, and the two of them dragged the helpless librarian back
into the main room. George remained in his chair as they came in, and Arnie
glared balefully at them as he sat, his cock drooping over the front of his
pants. Bill swnng to his feet.  "Bring her here," he said. Cindy trembled
even more at his voice than she had at George's.  He indicated the pool of
light by the ladder, and Eve and Paula took her there and left her,
standing, shaking from head to toe as Bill casually walked around her,
sipping his wine all the time. "Now," he said, "let's take a look at you."

   CHAPTER SEVEN



   Standing there in her slip and stockings.  Cindy trembled.  Her legs
shook as he slowly came back to face her, and the knots of fear in her
stomach got horribly worse.  But there was something else, and Cindy was
even more terrified and ashamed of that.  The excitement was rising in her,
the dreadful seething excitement that told her she was at the hands of a
man who knew what he was doing.  She could feel her pussy getting wet as he
surveyed her with that ice-like calm. "Take the top of that slip away and
show me your tits," he said with the same deadly quiet. Cindy's hands shook
as they performed the simple task of spreading the top of her slip and
letting him see her swelling, red- lined tits. "Play with them," Bill said,
watching Cindy gasp at the new humiliation being heaped on her. "What?"
Cindy whispered. She glanced behind her and her horror grew.  Arnie was
sitting in his chair, slowly running his hand up and down his cock as he
stared at her.  His prick was already getting hard again, and Cindy was
sure it would be her he demanded to fuck with it.  And then Paula was on
her knees between George's feet, her hot mouth running up and down the
length of his hard prick.  She held the cockshaft and was murmuring
contentedly as she licked and sucked.  George lay back in the chair, not
really taking much notice of Cindy anymore.  He was too involved with Eve
as the two of them kissed and ran their hands over each other's body. 
George had Eve's tits out of her blouse and was rubbing her nip- ples as
she ran her wanton lips down his neck and whispered to him. "I said, play
with them," said Bill.  "Take your tits and do what you do when you want to
give yourself a good time." He stared and took another drink of his wine.
"I . . .1 don't do things like that," said Cindy defiantly. "Now you do,"
said Bill and he came up to her, putting his wine down on a step of the
ladder. Somehow that very movement made Cindy understand what was going to
happen to her.  He came closer and took Cindy's sQre nipple in his fingers
and rolled the flesh, slowly, softly.  His eyes looked deep into hers and
Cindy found the terrible sensations she was having get stronger.  She
moaned as Bill gently squeezed her nipples. "Now you do whatever I tell you
to do," said Bill.  "You see," he went on, his eyes boring into Cindy and
sending quivers of terrible anticipa

   tion through her, "George and I share our slaves, but each one belongs
to just one of us in the end.  Eve is his and Paula's mine, but, as you
see, we share.  So he traded with me.  He would get first shot at you, and
I would do the rest.  I'm training you now, slut.  I'm training you to be a
nice, obedient slave.  And you will be." Cindy's body shook as his skillful
hands tightened slowly on her nipples and waves of pain came out, spreading
into her chest and making breathing difficult.  In an agony of shame she
felt the lust rising in her body. "You see, we know you," said Bill, and
his fingers tightened another notch on her nipples.  "Look at your tits. 
Most sluts give in at the sight of the whip, and you, fuck, you got whipped
to hell and bck and I bet you came, eh?" He gave her tits a hard, tight
twist. Cindy almost passed out as she shivered and her knees buckled.  She
moaned and again she heard laughter from behind her.  Her whole body raged
with a fire now, anticipation, fear, lust- all of them surged, making her
vision cloud and her breath get shorter. "Now play with your tits," said
Bill. Cindy slowly raised her hands to her swelling tits and lifted them
higher as she held them.  Bill stepped back and took up his wine again
Cindy would have thought he was utterly indif ferent to what she was doing,
if it hadn't been for the huge cock bulge in the front of his pants as he
watched her. Cindy lifted her tits and squeezed them gently, playing her
hands over the whipped flesh and feeling it respond instantly.  Pinpricks
of new lust went out to send the conflict in her ven higher.  She put her
own fingers on her nipples, where Bill's had been so recently, and moaned
as she felt herself responding.  She could see herself in the full-length
mirror as she lifted and squeezed her beautiful mounds of tit flesh, and
that added an extra tinge of hell to her predicament. She remembered the
thousands of times she had watched herself in that mirror.  The many times
she had posed, when she knew nobody would be watching.  Just tonight she
had admired her wonderful body there and now she was being forced to play
with her own tits while people looked on.  She caressed her tit flesh,
feeling the rising fuck lust taking her body over as she stared at Bill
like a rabbit before a snake. Pain flared out of her ass cheeks and Cindy
woke up very fast as she screamed and jumped around to face Bill.  He held
a slim cane in his hand.  It was about four feet long and the end still
trembled from when it had lashed across Cindy's taut ass. "Let me explain
some of the mistakes you

   just made," said Bill, in that same level voice.  Cindy trembled and got
up enough courage to glance downwards.  His cock bulge seemed to have
grown. "First of all, did I give you permission to look around?" "N-no,"
said Cindy, shaking her head as new tears started up in her eyes.  He was
so cruel, so implacable, and she was so helpless.  Her hands still held her
trembling tits, but they weren't caressing them any longer. "So, bend down
and touch your toes," said Bill. Cindy gave a moan of helplessness.  She
knew what he was going to do and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
And, as that realization hit her, the excitement climbed once more and she
almost choked as her chest heaved.  Slowly she bent at the waist.  As a
schoolgirl she had been proud of her ability to do this effortlessly, and
it was with a pang of the same pride that she realized she still could. 
She could touch her toes and keep the backs of her knees straight. Then the
agony burst out of her ass again as the crack of the wood on her flesh
echoed off the walls.  Cindy gave a piercing scream and almost fell forward
onto the floor. "Stand up!" Bill snapped. Cindy struggled back upright, the
agony spreading from her ass and making her cry once more, but also making
her warm and trembly all over.  She choked and looked at her tormentor. 
Cindy stared and sobbed as she realized the game he was playing.  She
lifted her hands back to her tits, but she was too slow.  The cane cracked
across her nipples. "You stopped playing with your tits, didn't you?" Bill
asked as Cindy almost doubled up, clutching her tits and sobbing with the
pain. "Y-yes," Cindy wept as more of the pain rose to consume her. "So,
bend over." Cindy gave a scream, a strange scream of fear and lust that
choked out of her throat like a last gasp of desperation.  With her mind in
an utter whirl of terror, she slid her hands down her legs until they held
her ankles and waited, trembling from head to toe. The pain shot through
her ass again and she screamed, feeling her body rock forward on her high
heels.  The whirling in her head increased until she couldn't think any
longer and all there was in her life was pain and rising lust. "Stand up,"
said Bill. And, again, the sobbing librarian straightened up and looked at
him through eyes half misted with tears.  She fondled her - tits as she
stood there, desperate to avoid giving him any more reason to whip her.
"And your stocking seams are crooked," said Bill.

   Cindy groaned and, without a word, she slid her hands back down her legs
until she held her ankles again and waited, feeling more helpless than she
had ever felt in her life before. "Both stocking seams are out of line,"
said Bill. Cindy screamed.  Her ass trembled, and the beaten ass flesh
waited for more.  The terrible pain burst out from highe?  on her stretched
ass cheeks than the flrst time.  Cindy rocked forward as she yelled in
agony and another terrible cut from the cane slashed across her asscheeks.
Her knees gave way and she fell to the floor, clutching her ass and rubbing
the beaten flesh as she moaned and wept. "Get up," said Bill nastily.  He
waited while the terrified, weeping and shaking woman crawled back to her
feet and once more stood to face him.  Her hands were back, still rubbing
her ass as tears ran down her cheeks.  "What should you be doing?" Cindy
gave a gasp of fear and tried to get her hands back to her tits, but the
cane got there first, as usual.  In the mirror, she saw her tits bounce
down and then up with the force of the blow and the pain thrashed through
her flesh like a tornado let loose in her guts. "Aaaaagghhhh!  Oh, God!"
she sobbed as she fell to her knees again, clutching at her tits. "Get up!"
Bill snapped, and the cane lashed across Cindy's ass. Cindy's scream echoed
from the lines of books, but she couldn't get up.  She fell forward onto
her hands and knees as the cane let loose rivers of lust and pain in her.
She couldn't hear Bill any longer.  She was just a mewling, weeping mess of
flesh, utterly helpless before him. "I said, get up!" snapped Bill, and the
cane bit into Cindy's hot ass flesh again. Cindy screamed and she sank
farther, falling to her elbows, her ass sticking up in the air, the perfect
target for the cane.  Bill slashed it and Cindy sobbed and fell to her
face, her arms stretched out, scratching at the wooden floor boards as she
screamed and wept and her ass circled, waiting for the agony she knew was
coming. "So, that's the kind of whore you are, eh?" said Bill. He lashed
her again, sending the crouching woman several inches across the floor with
the force of the blow.  Cindy's screams became continuous as she struggled
on the floor.  Bill slashed her ass again and Cindy tightened into a ball,
giving him an even better shot at the taut flesh of her rounded ass cheeks.
He laid into her, the cane lashing a line of red pain and then pulling back
for the next one, just above the one before, until he had reached the top
of her ass.  Then he whipped down again, llne by agonizing line,

   hearing the girl scream extra loud at each cut.  But she made no attempt
at all to get up.  She clung there, insane with the feeling crashing and
multiplying in her with every cut of the thin cane.  Bill stood over her,
whipping into her, slice by slice, timing his cuts to slash into her flesh
at the peak of each swaying bounce of her ass. Cindy was unconcsious of
almost everything by now.  She didn't know that her ass would pulse down as
the cane landed across it.  She didn't hear Bill telling her to get up as
he whipped her each time.  She didn't know her ass would then reach up,
higher and higher until the slash of the cane sent it flying down again.
All she knew was a sea of pain and lust that crashed over her, sending her
screaming at the top of her lungs as the pain crashed to a peak.  And
suddenly each lashing was giving her an orgasm of such intensity they were
blended in-to one almost immediately.  She didn't hear Bill calling her a
whore as she screamed, and her body pulsed with the release of the climax
that had been building for so long.  She didn't see Arnie rubbing his cock
like crazy as he watched and drooled at the sight, his cock hard and ready
to shoot again.  She didn't see George watching her as Paula fucked up and
down on his cock and he pinched her nipples, sending her moaning and
heaving back against him.  Cindy didn't see Eve as she sucked and licked at
the two of them and rubbed her own throbbing, wanton pussy. Cindy missed it
all as she came on the floor, bunched tight, her ass waving, begging for
the pain as each slash of the whip sent her climax higher.  Her ass was one
mass of red, whipped flesh.  Suddenly she shook out of control, her ass
pulsed and rose, and Cindy was stretching upward, somehow pushing her face
off the floor with her hands, her knees straightening.  Her ass was
sticking up as she screamed and held there-on her fingertips and her
toes-while Bill lashed her ass five more times.  Then, with a piercing
screech of satisfaction, Cindy fell back to the floor and collapsed in a
sobbing heap, her ass still slowly pulsing and juices flowing from her
pussy onto the wooden floor.  She was semi-delirious as the come faded and
she started to fall into a deep pit of silence, but Bill wouldn't allow her
to go yet. Suddenly her hair was grabbed and Bill hauled her upright by it.
"You fucking slut," he whispered in her ear.  "You fucking, cock- sucking,
ass-lickin' cunt.  Look what you made Arnie do." For a second Cindy
couldn't understand, and then she saw.  Arnie was groaning as cum bubbled
out of the tip of his cock and ran down over his hands and cockshaft as he
looked

   vacantly at the beaten girl and her master, "He shot his load just
watching you, whore," said Bill.  "I've never seen such a disgusting
display of sheer, fucking nymphomania in my life.  You're like a bitch in
heat, you cunt.  Now lick up your pussy juices that got all over the
floor." He flung Cindy back dow and she shuffled across to where a pool of
her cunt juice was on the wooden boards.  If she had been conscious of what
she was doing, she would have been horrified, but there was only a pounding
in her head and she couldn't think of anything except the last command she
had been given.  She bent down and licked at her pussy juices.  She lapped
the pool up, dimly hearing George and Paula yelling as they came in the
chair.  Her eyes glazed with lust, she looked up as her tongue cleaned the
last of her cunt juice from the floor and saw Eve licking up George's cum
as it oozed out of Paula's cunt with each heave of her cunt up and down on
his cum-spurting fucker. Bill grabbed Cindy's hair again and pulled her
back until she was staring up into his eyes.  "You little shit," he
whispered.  "You made everybody else come but me.  You'll pay for that,
whore!" He tossed her back downwards. Cindy fell back to the floor, and
this time the dark pit of silence engulfed her instantly.  CHAPTER EIGHT



   Slowly, Cindy came back to life.  She was breathing heavily, still on
the floor, and the smell of the wood filled her nostrils.  She moaned and
rolled onto her back, wincing as her whipped ass came in contact with the
hard boards.  She ran her hands over her tits, holding them, marveling that
they weren't more painful after all they had been through.  Dimly she
remembered her shame, coming on the floor, her ass begging for the whip as
Bill slashed her naked flesh.  That hadn't been her.  It couldn't have
been! She stared at the rows of books above her, wondering at her terrible
behavior. Then she heard the rest of them.  They were over by the food on
the long table, laughing and chatting as they ate.  Even Arnie was there,
but concentrating on his food, not looking up at the others. "Ah, ha," said
George suddenly.  "Our sexy librarian is awake.  Want some food, cunt?  You
need it after your last performance." He turned to the other two girls.  "I
ain't seen one of you go that crazy when we whip the shit outa you." He
laughed.  "Another few days and we won't be able to hold her back." And he
laughed again.  "Go get her-" Sulkily the two girls got up and came over to

   Cindy as she lay on the floor.  She tried to pull her torn slip up to
cover her tits, but it wouldn't stay there.  And it certainly wouldn't do
more than just cover her red ass cheeks and trembling pussy. "Get up
bitch!" Eve snarled as she stood above Cindy, her legs spread. She no
longer had her hot pants on, just a pair of low boots and her tiny top that
thrust her high tits up.  Cindy could see up to where cum glistened over
the hair of her pussy lips. Cindy wasted no time in scrambling to her feet,
and Paula grabbed her chain as she swayed in front of them.  Paula still
had her skirt and blouse on, though she had lost her panties and her blouse
was open to the waist.  She pulled on Cindy's chain and forced her to
follow them over to the long table. Bill looked on from his chair and gave
a slow smile.  He was the only one of the four still fully dressed, and
Cindy could see that the cock bulge in the front of his pants had got even
bigger and more menacing. "You wanna eat?" asked George. "Y-yes, please,"
said Cindy, staring at the food that now looked so good. "Well, we'll see
if you're a good enough girl to eat," said George. Cindy gasped and hung
her head.  The idea of putting Arnie's horrible cock in her mouth disgusted
her all over again, but at least she had done it before to George, so it
wouldn't be too bad. Arnie looked like the cat that got the cream as Cindy
slowly came over to him.  He turned in his chair and spread his legs.  He
was cramming a sandwich into his mouth and taking large gulps of the wine
as he did so.  He belched and grinned at her.  "Get on with it," he said,
pointing to his cock. Cindy looked at his prick.  It was flabby and hung
between his legs like a soft sausage.  But, even as she looked at it, she
saw his cock tremble and lurch.  As she sank to her knees between his legs,
she watched his cock rising upward.  It gave her a strange pang of
excitement.  She could make a man get hard just by looking at his cock. 
She could bring him off too, she was sure of that.  She had some strange
power.  Men wanted her.  She leaned forward and took Arnie's cock in her
fingers, running it through them, squeezing the cockhead gently, cupping
his balls, feeling the flaccid cockmeat slowly growing hard.  She moaned
slightly as she flicked her lips over the flesh and heard Arnie gasp as his
prick swelled and stiffened.  Cindy closed her eyes and slid the cocktip
into her mouth and played her tongue over the trembling surface, holding
the rapidly hardening prickshaft in her hands. Arnie leaned back in his
chair and grinned.

   "Fuck," he said, "she sucks like a real one." "Yeah, sure, Arnie," said
George.  "You wait till she's properly trained.  And you can have her then
f you play right by us." "Oh, you bet, George," said Arnie breathlessly. 
"Anything you guys want." He went back to his sandwich and reached down for
Cindy's head. Cindy now had his cock Yight in her mouth and was sucking
gently on it as she played with his hairy balls.  Then his hand pushed her
farther onto his hard cockmeat and she gagged and tried to pull away.  Her
throat constricted and she felt vomit rising from her stomach.  She gasped
for air, still holding onto his throbbing cockshaft. "Suck it right down,
bitch," snarled Arnie, and he reached for her head again. "Sorry, sorry,"
Cindy sobbed, terrified of another whipping.  "Just give me a moment, just
a moment." She took great gasps of air and tried to get her breathing and
throat back under control. "Shit," said Eve.  She came over and took
Cindy's chain again.  "I'll show you what to do, cunt.  Now suck it!  It's
not that big, and you'd better learn sometime." Cindy felt Eve pull on her
chain and slowly force her mouth back over Arnie's hard cock.  The sour
taste of her vomit was still in her throat and she desperately needed
something to clean it out with.  Instinctively, she took his prick in her
hands again and started to suck, running her tongue over the hard surface,
feeling the cocktip beat back at the entrance to her throat. "Now, lean
back, Arnie," said Eve.  "I'm gonna teach this cock- suckin' bitch how to
do it.'' Then, to Cindy's utter horror.  Eve let go of the chain and swung
her leg over Cindy's head until she was straddling her neck, pressing her
face harder down onto Arnie's cock.  It was horrible!  Cindy could feel the
wet slit of Eve's cunt rubbing over her flesh, spreading her juices and cum
over the back of her neck.  Eve grabbed Cindy by the hair, two whole
handfuls of it, and then had her absolutely helpless. Arnie leaned back as
Eve had told him to and his cock stiffened to new hardness as he watched
the two women, one of them desperately trying to suck all his cock down and
the other, standing over her in her high heeled boots, her hot wet cunt
forcing Cindy down and down while she held her long dark hair. Cindy was
almost choking again.  Arnie's cock was not as big as George's, but it was
more than long enough to fuck into her throai and choke her.  She
struggled, letting her hands go to the floor as she tried to push herself
up against the overwhelmIng force that Eve was ex

   erting on her.  The prick throbbed in her mouth. "Come on, bitch," said
Eve.  "Suck that fucker!  Come on!" And she spread her legs and gave a hard
yank on Cindy's hair. Cindy groaned around Arnie's hard cockmeat.  She
choked, but there was nowhere she could go now.  She had to suck it, had to
take his prick as far as down as it was pushed.  She felt her throat open a
little bit and then rebel, convulsing as it tried to force Arnie's cock
back out.  She couldn't breathe anymore, colored dots floated in front of
her eyes and she knew she would black out soon. "Breathe through your nose,
you stupid slut," said Eve, giving Cindy's hair another hard pull. The pain
was nowhere near as bad as the whipping, But Cindy felt even more abused.
It was a woman doing this to her, making her do this degrading thing. 
Arnie's hard cock seemed to grow in her mouth as it was forced farther in.
She had almost given up sucking, she was so desperate just to keep
breathing.  She concentrated, took in the air through her nose, and it
became easier. "She's not sucking me, the cunt," Arnie said suddenly. 
"She's just sitting there." "Oh, don't worry, Arnie," said George.  "We can
fix that." Cindy moaned and tried to suck Arnie's cock better, but somehow
she couldn't do it.  She was still too involved in just breathing without
choking.  His cock grew even more and she knew he was staring out to where
George was corning across the floor, the whip curled lazily in his hand.
"Now, cock-sucking lessons," George said. Cindy gave a great moan and
heave, but Eve tightened her grip on Cindy's hair to make her point more
obvious. The pain filled Cindy's cunt.  George was demonstrating what an
expert he was with the whip again.  She was on her knees, but he could
still curl the tip of the leather lash around and cut right across her clit
and cuntal opening.  Her scream was muffled by the cock in her mouth, and
she felt it slide in, another half inch as her throat opened and Eve spread
Cindy's legs even farther and pushed down. "Now get your hands off the
floor and hold his balls," said George, whipping Cindy's inflamed pussy.
Cindy's mouth and throat were pulsing out of control with the agony as she
somehow got her hands up and cradled Arnie's balls.  Eve chose to lower her
pussy even farther onto the back of her neck.  And Eve held her hair even
tighter, pulling her head back so that she had to take more of the cock and
couldn't even try to close her jaw.

   The whip cut into her cunt and Cindy felt those familiar and dreadful
feelings again.  The pain churned in her head as she felt Arnie's cock ram
the last inch or so into her throat.  Her lips were at the base of his
prick now and she could smell the rank odor of his cock hair as it tickled
her nose.  At least the awful thing couldn't go any farther.  Pain erupted
again from her clit and Cindy knew that she was going to come again,
shameful as it was.  She couldn't help it-whatever they did to her, she
came.  The whip cut her, and the pain surged through her unresisting flesh
and she felt her throat and mouth muscles throbbing around the cock, try
ing to get more of it now. Then she felt Eve, pressing down on her neck,
start to rub her clit up and down in a way that could only mean one thing.
Eve was going to bring herself off on the back of Cindy's neck as she
watched Cindy get whipped in the long mirror. "Oh yeah," Eve groaned,
grabbing more of Cindy's hair and heaving upward on it as she forced her
mouth down on the cock.  "Come on, fuck-face, suck it all down, take that
cum, oh yeahhhh, oh shit, I'm coming, oh shit!" And she gave a scream of
delight and her hips thrashed forward and back and her throbbing little
cunt slid over Cindy's neck, lubricated by her flowing pussy juices. Cindy
felt herself sliding into the pit of depravity again.  The whip lashed her
clit, and she screamed, but already her ass was lifting for the next blow,
her legs were spreading to give him the best target he could have.  And he
used it, whipping Cindy in a series of circular strokes that flowed around
in the air, out to crash on-to her flesh and instantly sweep back, high in
the air and back again, curling under for Cindy's pulsing, hot cunt. Cindy
felt Arnie' 5 cock throbbing in her mouth as the cum boiled out of his
balls and surged down his cockshaft as it fucked into her throat. "Oh, fuck
yeah," Arnie bellowed.  "Oh fuck, am I gonna shoot!  Take it, cunt, take
it, suck it all down." He thrust himself high in the seat, forcing his cock
deeper into Cindy's mouth. There wasn't much Cindy could do.  She had to
take it.  And to add to her shame, she knew she was coming, pulses of
orgasm rising like waves at each slash of the whip.  She felt the first jet
of Arnie's jism burst in her throat.  She couldn't taste his cum, it shot
so deep and slid straight into her stomach.  Above her, Even moaned and
rolled on her neck, twisting Cindy's head by her hair as she rolled, and
her hot clit sent waves of orgasm flowing out over her. "Ohhhhh," Eve
sighed.  "Ohhhh fuck, that's good, oh yeah, that's good!" And she yanked

   Cindy's head up as she bore down even harder on her cock. Cindy hoped
her orgasm would be concealed as she sucked and took Arnie's flowing cum
down her throat.  She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pulses that
tore through her and made her want more, more of this disgusting, degrading
sex.  Her mouth spread wider and her tongue licked out over Arnie's
throbbing balls as they delivered the last of their load into her throat.
Her body heaved up and down and George whipped her to the beat of it,
delighting in exposing her weakness. "Look at that," Eve chuckled as she
pulled Cindy's neck against her cunt for the last few pulses of her own
cum. "The fuckin' bitch is comin' again.  Whatdaya think about that?" She
jerked her spread thighs around Cindy's neck, enjoying the groan from the
helpless librarian. "What did I tell you?" said George, with calm delight.
"I told you she would be the greatest, didn't I?  Watch that ass go, watch
it!  Fuck, she's hotter than hell." "She's not better than me!" Eve
screamed in fury, and she almost tore some of Cindy's hair out in her rage.
"Fuck, she can't do the things we do.  You're a fuckin' shit, George, you
really are." As the last of all their orgasms faded, and Arnie's cock
started to soften in Cindy's mouth again, Eve slid her legs down Cindy's
stillheaving, moaning body and leaned in close to her ear. "You cut this
out, whore," she snarled.  "You think you're smart, comin' off like
this-now cut it out." Cindy finally managed to pull her mouth away from
Arnie's softening cock.  She gave a last jump and scream as George lashed
her pussy, and she almost fell to the floor. "But I don't like it!" she
wept.  "It's, it's nasty.  I wofl't do it again, I promise.  All I want to
do is get out of here, honestly." Tears flowed down her face as she
crouched on all fours, and Arnie's subsiding cock sank into her hair,
running drops of white cum into it. George chuckled and stopped the whip.
"I ought to beat the shit outa you for lying," he said.  "But, you know
somethin'?  You don't even know you are.  You're incredible.  Just wait
till you understand what a whore you are.  Fuck, that'll be the best!" He
went back to the table and Cindy burst into floods of tears. "Please let me
go!" she cried.  "Please, I won't say a thing about tonight.  I won't
report you, honestly I won't.  Just let me go and I'll keep real quiet . .
. please?" Eve laughed and swung her legs back over Cindy's body.  "Come
on, fuck-face," she said.

   "Get up, the men are waiting for you.  And," she whispered, "if you take
Bill away from me, I'll kill you, you wait." "I don't want him," Cindy
sobbed, feeling she was being utterly misunderstood.  "All I want is to get
out of here." "I thought you wanted something to eat, slut," said Eve,
pushing er at the table. Cindy fell against the table and clutched at it,
holding herself upright. "Sit down," said George pleasantly.  "Have
something to eat, and some wine." He pushed the bottle across to her and
Cindy almost grabbed at it.  Her hand shaking, she poured a large shot into
the glass and downed it, clearing the lingering taste of vomit, and the
sticky cum that had shot from Arnie's cock.  She took part of a sandwich
and gobbled it down, looking around almost furtively as she realized how
hungry and desperate she was. "You must be really tired, Arnie," said Bill
suddenly.  "We'll see you next week." "Oh, oh yeah," said Arnie, getting up
meekly and zipping his pants up.  "Hey, thanks for the good time, guys. 
That was real good." "Plenty more where that came from," said Bill
casually. "We'll let you know.' "Yeah, sure," said Arnie. He stood there so
pathetically that Cindy was sorry for him.  He slowly walked back over to
the door, his shoulders humped in disappointment. George chuckled.  "You
get fuckin' brutal at times," he said to Bill. "Aw hell," Bill grinned. 
"You ever seen Arnie get it up more than twice?  Fucking drag on the party
from now on." "Not to mention the fact that you won't fuck in front of
him," said George, with another grin. "Damn right," said Bill without any
sign of anger.  "Now I'm ready for this cunt and I want him outa here."
Cindy almost choked on the piece of sandwich she was eating.  She knew that
she would have to fuck Bill before the night was out.  And, for the first
time, she had to admit it-there was surge of excitement as she looked at
the cock-bulge in his pants.  She went on chewing the sandwich, staring at
the bulge, imagining the massive cock in there.  Bill knew she was doing
it, but he ignored her.  He took a drink of wine and ran his hand over
Eve's ass.  Eve smiled and sat on his knee, cuddling him, running her hands
inside his shirt.  Her look told Cindy that she had better be careful.

   CHAPTER NINE



   "Okay," said Bill, easing Eve off his knee.  "About time I had this
cunt. So you two get together and show her what's coming and leave the rest
to me." "Oh, you shit," saidEve, dropping to her knees and trying to slide
his zipper down.  "I get first go at your cock, come on." Slowly Bill ran
his hands into her blonde hair, and then Eve began screaming as he pulled
her back to her feet by it and then held her there, twisting and gasping as
he stared into her face. "Now listen, cunt face," he said with terrible
menace," you gotta lot coming to you for what you did today, so just take
that and don't make me give you any more.  Got that?  I'm gonna fuck this
cunt and you'll watch me.  And, if she's better than you, then she gets
your place and I'll give you away to somebody.  Got that?" "Oh, please, no,
I'll be g9od," Eve promised.  "I'll do everything you say." "Good," said
Bill, and he let her hair go. Eve stood there, rubbing her head and crying
softly. "Come here," said George. Slowly Eve stopped rubbing her sore head
and went over to him.  He pulled her blouse off, the last piece of clothing
she had on, and walked around her, slowly taking in her luscious body. 
Cindy sat with new terror rising in her, and also the awful fuck lust once
more.  She felt her heart beating faster, felt her pussy getting damp as
George came to a stop in front of Eve and took one of her high rounded tits
in his hand. "I hear you were a very bad girl today," he said softly. "Oh
yes, yes I was," said Eve, and she hung her head and started crying again.
"And what did you do that was so naughty?" asked Bill. Eve moaned as he
twisted her nipple and Cindy remembered what that felt like and gasped in
sympathy. "I-I couldn't wait for tonight," Eve said, the confession being
wrung out of her.  "I-I did it to myself.  I jerked off!" George tightened
his grip on her nipple and turned it savagely.  "Well, we must certainly
punish you for that.  Now, we have a little girl here who doesn't believe
that she will ever suck a woman's cunt.  Silly of her.  But we're going to
show her what will happen if she refuses.  Aren't we?" "Oh, yes, if you say
so," wept Eve as her nipples were squeezed and pulled. "Good, now get on
your back on the table," said George, and Eve walked over to the table and
lay on it, her whole body trembling.

   "Get up, slut," said a voice behind her, and Cindy spun around to see
Bill standing there.  In his hand was an enormous vibrator, bigger and
longer than even George's cock had been.  Cindy looked at it and shivered.
The idea of that gigantic thing in her pussy was more than she could think
about.  "Bend over that table there." Bill indicated the table next over
from the one where Eve was already lying on her back, her legs in the air
and spread to George's commands. "On your face, whore!" snapped Bill as
Cindy started to do as Eve had done.  "Face down, that way, cunt-don't you
ever learn?" Cindy tensed, expecting a lash of the whip.  It didn't come,
and she was left there, her face only a few feet from where Eve lay, Eve's
legs now well over her head and being pulled down farther by George and
Paula. Fascinated, Cindy watched as George lashed rope around Eve's ankle
as Paula did the same to her other foot.  Then they tied the rope around
the legs of the table and heaved on them until Eve was almost bent in two.
She screamed and moaned as her legs were pulled down and farther apart, and
she ended up with her ankles below her head and her open ass and cunt
pulled high into the air. Cindy heard a thud beside her head.  She spun to
face it and there was the vibrator.  Bill tapped it on the Formica surface
again for emphasis.  Cindy stared at he ribbed length of hard rubber.  It
had a head like a real cock, swollen and enormously large.  The shaft was
rough like a heavily veined cock and, at the end there were straps-and
Cindy now had some idea of what Bill would do with those. "What do you
think I'm gonna do with this?" Bill asked with a low chuckle. "You .  you .
. .  you'll fuck me with it," said Cindy, and she burst into tears yet
again. "Oh, yes," said Bill.  "But it's your ass I'm gonna fuck with it. 
And then we start the real fun and games, my little whore." "W-what!" Cindy
screamed.  She looked again at the vibrator and knew that it would split
her in two if it was ever rammed into her ass. "Now," he went on, leaning
down to her face, "if you're a good girl and stay where you are and watch
what you have to do in a little while, then I won't tie you down, then I'll
whip the shit outa you before we start.  Got that?" "Y-yes," sobbed Cindy,
and she almost collapsed across the table. She watched as George slid a
long leather strap around Eve's waist and slipped that around a table leg.
Then he pulled on itso that Eve's ass was heaved downwards, pulling against
the strain in her legs.  Eve moaned and gave a low gasp, but George pulled
on the belt

   until he had heaved her ass almost back down to the table top. "Now,"
said George, "we teach you to suck pussy." Eve wept and struggled on the
table.  Her hands were still free and they went down to caress her widely
spread cunt as Paula stepped over her and knelt over her face.  Paula
grasped Eve's ankles and leaned down on them, getting another yell from the
bound girl. "Suck me," said Paula, her pussy only inches above Eve's face.
"Oh no, I won't," Eve gasped, and her fingers blurred over her clit as her
hips heaved up and her legs spread farther, even with the ropes binding
them. "Take your hands away from your pussy," said George, curling the long
leather whip through his fingers. "Ohhhh," Eve moaned.  Desperately, she
slid three of her fingers into her cunt and fucked them in and out as Paula
spread her thighs above the bound girl's helpless face. Casually George
cracked the whip and it cut into Eve's rounded ass cheeks.  Cindy watched
in fear and growing fascination as Eve screamed and heaved on the table,
her fingers ramming in-to her cunt faster and faster while Paula leaned
down, trying to force her pussy over Eve's yelling mouth. "Take your
fingers out of your cunt!" snapped Ge6rge, and the whip curled in again.
Cindy watched it cut a deep line into Eve's ass flesh.  It was what it must
have been like as he had whipped her.  Eve's ass was as tight as hers and
as well rounded, but the whip cut into the skin as if it were as soft as
tit flesh.  Eve gave a piercing scream and her fingers eased out of her hot
pussy. "Out!" George snapped, and lashed her ass again to make his point.
Eve thrashed on the table and her screams became muffled as Paula rammed
her pussy down onto her face. "Suck me, bitch!" Paula shouted, and she
began to run her spread pussy lips up and down over Eve's captive face. 
Eve moaned as the slick, damp flesh rolled over her mouth and nose and her
hands reached up to grab Paula's ass cheeks and tried to push her off. 
"Whip the fucker!' Paula rammed her spread legs down farther and rubbed her
sopping-wet pussy over Eve's face. Then George lashed the whip out again
and Cindy stared in fascination as the tip of it landed with terrible force
on the hard, throbbing bud of Eve's clit. Eve's heave almost broke the
leather strap holding her to the table.  Her fingers dug deep into Paula's
ass, and Paula yelled and reached for Eve's hair, pulling on it, ramming
Eve's face

   upward into her pussy. "Whip the shit out of her!" Paula yelled. George
lashed the leather tip over Eve's cunt again, taking the most awful
pleasure in her screams.  Cindy could see that his cock was hard and
standing out, despite all the times he had come that night already, and
that sent another twinge of the excitement through her body. Then Cindy
felt the firsj touch of the vibrator against the puckered entrance of her
ass.  She tensed, but, remembering Bill's warning, she didn't try to get
away.  Her ass was sore enough. Bill leaned down over her.  "Relax, or I'll
have a dreadful time getting it in, and that pisses me off a lot.  And you
wouldn't want to piss me off a lot, would you?" Cindy moaned and tried to
relax her ass muscles.  She was going to be raped by the horrible dildo and
she couldn't stop it.  She felt Bill push lightly and the tip of the
monster cock penetrated just inside, spreading the most incredible feeling
of warmth through Cindy.  She stared at the group on the other table. 
Paula was pushing down on Eve's bound legs as she rammed her cunt into
Eve's face and her hips twitched with excitement. "She's not sucking me
right," Paula said, and George whipped Eve's cunt slit with a fury that
made the bound girl's screams echo from the walls.  "Ah, that's better,"
said Paula, and she rubbed her pussy over Eve's face as Eve ran her hands
up Paula's back and ran her fingernails up and down the white flesh,
leaving red marks. Then Cindy felt Bill push the vibrator harder.  She
moaned as it slid deeper and the cockhead came up againt the resistance of
her sphincter.  Her ass had been well greased, so there was no friction to
stop it from invading her ass, but she was still sure that she couldn't
take any more of it.  It would rip her tight ass ring apart. Cindy gave
another scream as Bill fucked the vibrator even deeper into her ass guts.
The pain shot out once more, up into her chest so it was difficult for her
to breathe.  The huge imitation cock forced its way into her body and her
ass felt as if it were going to burst apart, spray her body all over the
room.  The agony erupted for the final time as Bill fucked the dildo to the
hilt in her tight ass.  Cindy clutched the table top as she lay there
moaning, the vibrator tip just sticking out of her asshole. Then she moaned
again as she realized that Bill was taking the straps and clipping them
around her ass and up to her waist.  She wept as she realized that he was
going to lash the terrible dildo into her body and leave it there, so that
she would be getting ass fucked, whatever else she did.  Bill casually tied
a belt around her waist and then tied the straps to that, hauling in on
them and forcing the vibrator another inch in-

   to her ass. Cindy moaned as Bill clipped the last of the straps
together. She watched the group on the other table and that slow, spreading
lust began to spread over her body.  The thought of having to suck another
womanrevolted her, but it also added to her terrible excitement.  By now
Eve had given up all pretense of not wanting to suck Paula.  With each ash
of the whip on her pussy, she grabbed Paula's hips and pulled, sucking for
all she was worth as her body trembled and heaved and her ass reached up
for more pain, more agony from the leather torture. "Aaaggghhhh, yeahhh!"
Paula yelled and her hips spread as her pussy spasmed over Eve's face. 
"Ohhhh shit, I'm coming!" The dark girl's tits bounced as she leaned down
on Eve's ankles and throbbed in the growing ecstasy. "I have one last
surprise for you," said Bill, coming around to Cindy's face as she lay
there, the pulse of lust growing in her as the vibrator rubbed and caressed
her ass guts.  "See this?" In his hand he had a small black box with a knob
on it.  "You know what this is?" "No," Cindy gasped while her body shook as
her ass muscles clutched at the huge rubber cock in her guts. "It's the
control for the vibrator," said Bill with a chuckle.  "See?" And he turned
the knob. Cindy gave a yell and almost lost her grip on the edge of the
table.  She struggled and heaved as the vibrator started up in her ass. 
The pulses rolled out into her flesh and she felt like choking.  Her ass
was being reduced to jelly as the monster cock churned away. "And you see
this lever?" Bill asked. Cindy nodded and gasped as the vibrator stimulated
her ass. "It works it this way," said Bill cheerfully as he pulled the
lever down. The imitation cock began to flex and fuck her ass, up and down,
in and out as it contracted and stretched out again. "Oooohhhh, God!" she
moaned, and her head fell to the table as she struggled with the rising -
tide of desire that threatened to over-whelm her "And now you're gonna suck
my cock," said Bill, "before we teach you to suck cunt." "Aaaghhhhh, oh
fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!" Paula screamed on the other table. Paula's
hips thrashed down on Eve's face as she yelled and rolled.  George lashed
Eve with growing fury as the blonde, her ass and pussy inflamed by the lash
of the whip, raked her nails down Paula's back.  Eve's screams burst out of
the hot wet cunt flesh rolling over her mouth as she climaxed, too.  Her
thighs spread and her pussy beat up and down, urging George to whip her
faster and faster.  The two of them held like

   that as Bill let Cindy watch, and for endless seconds the two slaves
screamed and writhed, held together by the unbelievable power of their
lust. George swept the whip into Eves throbbing, red cunt, until she gave a
last, desperate scream and collapsed on the table.  Paula thrust her pussy
into her face one last time and sagged, her thighs trembling from the force
of her come. "Well, you two had a good time," said George harshly.  "So you
get off and kiss poor little Eve's cunt better, and I'm gonna fuck me some
of your hot little cunt, baby." Paula heaved a sight of satisfaction and
slid reclutantly off Eve's face.  Cindy could see the damp, slick juices of
Paula's pussy smeared all over Eve's cheeks and nose, and Eve rubbed at it,
spreading it out and caressing her face until it began to dry.  Then she
gave a moan of pleasure as Paula bent at the waist, sticking her pussy out
for George, lowering her own lascivious mouth onto the red, whipped flesh
of Eve's cunt.  Her tongue went out and ran over the sore, hot cunt flesh
and Eve moaned again and lay back, spreading her legs as far as they would
go in the ropes that held them.  Paula grasped her bound friend around the
waist and sucked gently on her clit, drawing it into her mouth and running
her lips and tongue over it, soothing the flesh, getting increasing moans
of pleasure from Eve. Then George stepped up behind Paula and Cindy could
see his rampant cock, out and hard as a rock.  He slipped his cockhead just
inside Paula's hot wet cunt and the girl groaned and thrust her ass back to
get more of the hard prick.  "Oh, yeah," she sighed.  "Fuck the shit outa
me!  Come on George, fuck me, fuck me, please, aaaghhhhh!" George slowly
fucked his cock to the balls into Paula's willing cunt.  Then he drew back
and fucked in again, reveling in the moans of lust coming from the two
women.  Paula urged him on, begging for the cock, her voice muffled as she
kept on sucking at Eve's cunt. "That's enough," said Bill. He picked Cindy
up effortlessly and swung her over the table and then dumped her at his
feet.  Cindy groaned as she was forced to her knees in front of him.  The
vibrator throbbed away in her ass and every movement brought sickening new
pulses of fuck lust surging up in her. She stared at the cock bulge in
Bill's pants.  It was enormous. "Take it out and suck me off," said Bill
softly as he leaned down and pulled Cindy closer to him by her hair. Cindy
could hear the moans and shouts of lust from the other table as George
fucked Paula and Eve thrashed around with her cunt sucked

   to a frenzy.  Cindy felt her head spinning as she slowly reached up and
eased the zipper of Bill's pants down.  She was disgusted with herself for
giving in to them like this, and she was even more disgusted by the
unrestrained pleasure she was getting from it all.  For the first time in
her life she was having orgasms, masses of them, every time she did
anything with them.  The zipper came to the bottom and, without being told,
she reached up and undid the clip of his pants, spreading the material so
that she could get to his cock better. She reached into his underpants and
grasped his cock.  Her head spun as she clutched the powerful monster,
gasping for breath at the feel of it.  The cock was bigger around than
George's and, unlike the previous times when she had been sure she couldn't
take it all, she was now overcome with new, mounting lust at the thought of
taking that colossal cock into her mouth.  Slowly she pulled it out and her
breath got even shorter.  The cock was longer than George's, too, a foot of
steel-hard cockmeat throbbing with desire to get into her mouth. Cindy
moaned and she ran her hand up and down the prickshaft, wanting the feel of
it so much.  Her mouth watered as she looked at the cocklance and juices
ran out of her pussy and down into her stocking tops.  The first flickering
of an orgasm whipped through her cunt and she gave a groan of pure lust. 
Above her, Bill stood and spread his legs wider.  Trembling every inch of
the way, Cindy leaned down and kissed the swollen tip of the cockhead.  It
was warm and rubbery and she licked at it, tasting the salty pre-cum slowly
spreading from the tiny slit in the cockhead. "Suck it nice, cunt," said
Bill.  "Suck it real good, and just like I tell you." With another moan of
lust, Cindy slid her lips around the huge round ball of his cockhead.  She
could hear the triple fucking going on at the other table as George fucked
faster and faster and the two girls yelled and begged for more.  She licked
at the cock, feeling it tremble and heave in her mouth.  Her fingers were
around the cock shaft and she rubbed them slowly up and down, feeling them
respond, clutch at her hair with one hand while he turned the control knob
on the box with the other. The beat of the vibrator increased and Cindy
screamed around the cockmeat in her mouth and swallowed it, right to the
balls, something she wouldn't have dreamed of doing only a few hours
before. The pulse of the rubber cock in her cunt was beating up into her
throat as she sucked, forcing the throat muscles open.  In her throat, the
cockhead beat as she raised off her knees and bent at the waist, whining as
she sucked the huge cock.

   Bill gave a groan of lust as his cock vanished totally and Cindy's
wicked, helpless tongue licked out and over his balls.  "Ohhhh, shit!" he
shouted.  "Oh, you cunt, you fucking cunt!  You sucked cocks before, you
lying cunt, I'm gonna whip hell outa you for lying." His hands clutched at
her hair and he turned the knob up another notch. Cindy groaned, but the
threat of another whipping didn't seem to matter very much anymore.  She
raised her mouth on the long, hot, hard prick until only the tip was still
in her mouth as Bill groaned and fucked upwards as hard as he could. "Oh
no, sir, honestly, I was a virgin before tonight, honestly," she murmured.
But her mouth spread around his cock again and she sucked with growing fury
as the climax burst out of her ass as the vibrator increased its pulse
again and the fucking it gave her also speeded up.  She groaned and her
mouth sank back on his cock and she took it into her throat again, rising
in her high-heeled shoes and leaning down to swallow his prick until her
hands could go to his balls and caress them, the only things still outside
her hungry, wanton mouth. "It doesn't matter," said Bill, gasping despite
his attempts at control.  "I'll whip you whenever I want, whenever it
pleases me." "Aaaagghhhh, ohhhhh!" Cindy screamed, and the vibration in her
throat, as her orgasm exploded, was more than enough to send Bill gasping
and clutching for her head. The idea that she was Bill's slave and he could
do whatever he wanted to her had triggered all the repressed lusts Cindy
had ever had.  Her whole body thrashed up and down as she swallowed Bill's
cock, her head working up and down, getting faster to the beat of the
vibrator until the two were matched and her head ran up and down his
cockshaft almost too fast for him to watch.  Her dark hair whipped all over
the place as she screamed with the force of the come and her fingers closed
on his balls and squeezed the cum out of them. In a haze of ecstasy, Cindy
still heard the climax break from the other three as they fucked.  Perhaps
she had become so attuned to it now, but she heard George as he yelled and
she thought she could hear his cock fucking wetly into Paula's hot, willing
cunt. "Aaaghheeee!  Ohhh, fuuucckkk!" Paula yelled, and her tongue rammed
up into Eve's hot cunt, and Eve gave a heave as the sensations broke over
her bound body. "Suck me off, you bitch," Eve shouted and her hips thrust
up as Paula sucked her clit in and bit down, sending her over the top into
the wave of orgasm she wanted.  The three of them shouted and moaned as
they came and Bill

   leaned back, his cock throbbing out of control as the cum boiled in his
balls and started to shoot out. Cindy felt every inch of the movement.  She
felt the cum surging in his tight balls.  She caressed and squeezed them as
her orgasm got higher with each beat of the vibrator and she felt as if she
would never come down, and never wanted to.  She felt the tube on the
underside of Bill's cock throb as the first jet of jism entered it and shot
down.  She felt it as it stretched the walls of the tube, shooting down
until the cum gushed out into her throat. "Mmmmmnnnn, ooohhhhh!" she
moaned, and she pulled her mouth back so she could lick and suck at each
delicate drop as it spurted out. Her hand worked on the cockshaft as more
of that wonderful white cock cream started off and headed for her hot tight
mouth.  She tasted the spurts as the cum shot out over her tongue, into her
cheeks, and she rolled his cum around, reluctant to swallow it and lose the
taste. "You little shit!" Bill yelled.  "You've got the hottest mouth in
America, you shit!  Oh, suck it, ohhh yeahhhh, oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot it
all, ohhh fuck!" And more of the jism flooded out into Cindy's hot mouth.
George moaned and fell over Paula's satisfied body as she gave Eve's clit a
last suck, and George's cum ran out of her cunt and down the CHAPTER TEN

   insides of her thighs. But Cindy wasn't going to let any of Bill's cum
escape.  She licked and sucked at the floods of delicious cum as Bill
groaned and his hips beat at her face and his thighs trembled with the
force of his release.  Still the cum poured out, and Cindy swallowed some
of it, still running as much as she could over her tongue, tasting it,
feeling cock cream fill her cheeks and threaten to squirt out of her lips
as they closed tighter over the shaft of the wonderful prick in her mouth.
The flood of jism went on and on, Bill shouting and yelling in ecstasy, his
cock ramming in and out of Cindy's mouth for what seemed to her like
forever. Finally the flood slowed, she could keep the white jism in her
mouth longer before the pressure made her swallow it.  Slower and slower it
poured out as Bill gasped and turned the controls of the vibrator down to
match his slowing orgasm.  But it didn't matter to Cindy.  Her orgasm went
rolling on, and long after the last drops of cum had oozed from the slit in
the head of Bill's cock, she was still sucking, still moaning as she tried
to get more cum into her mouth. "You can stop now," said Bill. But Cindy
didn't really hear him.  She moaned and sucked his cock, oblivious to
everything else.

   Cindy just couldn't stop sucking Bill's cock.  She was delirious with a
lust that grew with each thrust the cockhead made to the back of her mouth
and deep into the muscles of her throat.  As the vibrator throbbed in her
ass and the sensations worked through and spread around the tightening hole
of her pussy, she felt she would go crazy with desire.  Bill let her suck
for a while, watching as the dark-haired librarian's head ran up and down.
He hadn't gone soft at all, and the last of his cum still lingered around
hi prick slit, and Cindy moaned as she tasted it. "I told you to stop
sucklng my cock," said Bill. Cindy moaned, but her hot, wet mouth slid over
his prick again, savoring every touch of the steel-hard prick fucking her
face.  Her fingers went up to his balls and she tickled them, playing with
the crinkled flesh, feeling him lunge upwards into her mouth, knowing she
was making him feel good. "I'll tell you one more time, cunt," said Bill.
"Stop sucking my cock." Cindy gave a groan.  She knew there would be more
pain coming, but she couldn't stop.  She knelt up to take more of the cock,
marveling that it was still hard after all that cum it had poured into her
mouth.  Shame rose in her, too.  She was a whore, she was disgusting.  How
otherwise would she be here, sucking a cock, her heart pounding at the
thought of more agony?  She deserved it for being so wicked and evil.  They
should punish her, they really should. "Get the clamps," said Bill. Cindy
almost passed out at the thought of what he would do with them.  She
screamed as he turned the vibrator up agai?i and the pounding in her ass
increased until she was shaking with the surging orgasm that rose and grew
in her body. Suddenly her head was pulled violently off Bill's cock.  Cindy
screamed -and rocked on her knees on the floor.  With the movement, the
vibrator had shifted in her ass, pounding even harder into the soft, thin
wall between her ass and cunt, sending more tidal waves of lust over her
helpless body.  She burst into tears as her pussy throbbed and betrayed
her. Her body twisted and her hair was pulled back harder and she found
herself looking up into Paula's laughing face. "You little shit," said
Paula.  "I'm supposed to get my pussy sucked right now, and all you can do
is go fuckin' wild on Bill's cock." Her hand flashed out and she slapped
Cindy viciously across the face, back-slapping the moaning librarian before
she stopped.  "We'll teach you

   to behave." Cindy gave a scream as she saw Eve standing by Bill's side.
In Eve's hands were two vicious-looking clamps.  They had small jaws, but
the jaws were controlled by screws that clamped them slowly shut, as Eve
demonstrated, turn by terrible turn, only inches from Cindy's staring eyes.
"Ohhhh, nooooo," Cindy moaned, and her heart throbbed and her chest heaved
as she looked at the torture instruments.  Her eyes were misting over as
her body heaved and the vibrator churned on in her ass, spreading the waves
of agony and desire as it went. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Eve mocked Cindy.  "But
you were told to stop sucking Bill and you disobeyed.  So we have to teach
you manners, slut.  You're gonna learn to do exactly as you're told."
Behind Eve, Cindy could see George as he leaned back in his chair and
slowly chewed some more food.  He was enjoying her humiliation as much as
he had enjoyed whipping her earlier. Cindy's eyes got bigger and rounder
and she watched Eve bring the clamps nearer to her face. "You see how they
work?" Eve mocked, and her blonde hair swayed close around Cindy's sobbing
mouth.  "I just put them on and tighten them, like this." Eve screwed the
jaws on one of them shut. Cindy screamed and struggled in Paula's
relentless grasp.  She moaned and babbled, terror rising in her as Eve
slowly ran the other, opened pair of clamps down her neck and lower, over
her shoulder and to the top of her left tit.  Eve took the clamp, sliding
it down the curve of Cindy's tit, leaving a light-red scratch mark as she
went, inch by inch to Cindy's nipple. Cindy moaned and almost collapsed to
the floor as she felt the cold metal on either side of her stiff, rubbery
nipple.  Her body twitched and she couldn't help herself.  Her tits heaved
out, pushing her nipples between the two terrible jaws of the clamps.  Then
she really started screaming as Eve screwed the jaws of the clamp closed.
The pain grew and multiplied, shuddering waves of agony surging through her
tortured tits. "Oh, please, please, no," Cindy begged.  "I'll do anything
you ask, I will, please." She flopped forward in Paula's hands.  Her breath
was ragged and her body thrashed in Paula's grasp in pure pain.  Paula
hauled her back upright and Cindy screamed as Eve brought the other clamp
to her right tit and started screwing that down.  Her nipple flattened and
Cindy was sure it was going to be crushed in the dreadful embrace of the
clamp. Eve stopped and Cindy thrashed around, her whole mind a blank of
pain.  But the pain was

   only part of it, for it was still feeding her lust, and Cindy wept as
she realized that she was still coming, and the pain she was forced to
suffer was getting steadily worse. "You want her first?" asked Eve. "You
bet," said Paula. Paula slid onto the table and leaned on her back,
spreading her own legs and pulling them up until she held them over her
head and lay there giggling.  Bill hustled Cindy over and thrust her face
close to Paula's glistening cunt. "The clamps come off when both my little
slaves are satisfied," he said.  "So get on with it-suck her pussy." Cindy
could smell the warm aroma of fucking coming from Paula's cunt.  Cum was
matted into the dark triangle of pussy hair and the cunt lips were open,
glistening with George's jism and her own flowing juices.  The agony from
her tits and the churning vibrator in her ass had robbed Cindy of any
coherent thoughts at all.  Even her disgust at herself was fading. Her head
went down until the ripe cunt lips were so close she could feel her breath
coming back off them.  She moaned as she let her tongue flick out, running
over the slippery pussy flesh, up and down, tasting the cum and the strong
cunt juices.  Paula gave a low moan of satisfaction and spread her legs
farther, thrusting her cunt up for more.  Cindy gave in, lowered her mouth
to the gaping cuntslit and let her lips close on it, sucking gently as her
tongue went out and flicked Paula's hard, throbbing clit. "Ohhhh yeahhh,"
Paula moaned, and her ass thrust upwards again and her pussy ran more
juices into Cindy's mouth.  "Suck it, whore, suck it. Cindy sank her face
lower until her nose was in the wet pussy slit and her mouth sucked over
Paula's wide cunt hole.  She experimented, fucking her tongue into the hot
passage, and Paula rewarded her with another moan and heave of her hips.
The pain from her tits was slowly fading as she sucked, and Cindy began to
understand how she wanted pain, needed it to send her into the shattering
orgasms she couldn't live without now.  Tears flowed down her face,
mingling with the pussy juices flowing from Paula.  Constant low moans
escaped Cindy's lips and her hands ran over Paula's hot ass, urging the
girl's cunt against her mouth. Then Cindy felt the pressure of a cock at
the entrance to her own pussy.  She gave a groan.  How could a cock get in
her cunt with the vibrator still ramming her ass?  There wasn't room for
it. She didn't know if it was George or Bill about to try and fuck her, but
it didn't matter.  They wouldn't get in, and she would be punished for it.
She would be punished,

   whatever she said or did.  She knew that now and another surge of
wonderful lust ran over her at the realization. "Spread your legs," George
commanded. Cindy did as she was told, her high heels tapping slightly on
the floor.  Then he pushed, and to Cindy's utter surprise, his cock fucked
into her cunt.  The surprise gave way to pain and more excitement almost
instantly as the huge cock fucked another inch into her pussy and the pulse
of the vibrator up her ass beat through the walls of her pussy, inflaming
her shuddering orgasm to even more intense heights. George rammed his cock
into her again, and Cindy screamed and her teeth bit into Paula's clit as
the unbearable agony shot out and engulfed her.  She had one enormous cock
in her cunt and a big rubber cock in her ass, and her whole body was
splitting in two.  Paula screamed too as Cindy's teeth chewed at her clit,
but she didn't try to get away or pull Cindy off.  Instead she spread her
legs farther and grabbed Cindy by the hair, forcing her harder onto her
pulsing cunt. "Oh yeahhh," Paula yelled.  "Aaaghhhh, oh fuck, eat me,
cunt!" She thrashed on the table as she started to come. Cindy went over
into another set of shuddering climaxes.  She lost all sense of reason, all
sense of time, and nothing was real except the pounding orgasm that beat
through her again and again.  Each deep fuck thrust George gave her sent
sparks 9f flaming desire pounding up her body to meet the pain surging down
from her clamped tits and echo and re-echo, building until her screams
rolled constantly over Paula's hot cunt flesh as the squirming, heaving
librarian sucked and chewed her pussy. "Ohhhh, fuck!" George yelled.  "The
cunt's making me come!  Shit, her pussy's so fuckin' hot.  Jesus!" His hips
went wild as the rolling of the vibrator worked on his stiff cock flesh,
sending it throbbing out of control as the cum built in his balls and
crashed its way out, splattering high into Cindy's hot cunt hole.  His cock
heaved, grew, spasmed in her body and jism filled her passage and dripped
down her legs as George yelled and pushed her ass up in the air, forcing
her mouth closer onto Paula's cunt. Cindy moaned as she sucked and felt
Paula's cunt heaving with the release of her climax.  She wanted more cock,
more whipping, anything to satisfy the endless craving she had for sex, any
sex, no matter how perverted it was.  She felt every drop of George's cum
as it ran from her cunt and spread down her thighs.  The vibrator throbbed
on in her ass and her orgasm hardly slowed at all as George slowly pulled
his prick out.  Cindy found herself with a terrible crav

   ing to lick his cum off her own thighs, to taste that wonderful
saltiness of a man again. "Clean her off," she heard Bill command. 
Suddenly Eve was kneeling behind Cindy and her tongue was running over
Cindy's legs, licking up all the creamy cum as it slowly spread down her
white inner thighs.  Cindy moaned and gently sucked at Paula's pussy,
feeling the wanton little slave come down slowly from her high and relax on
the table. Then Cindy realized that she was about to have her own pussy
sucked.  It was the first time in her life, and it was another woman who
was doing it!  She gave a shudder, but the excitement was too much already
and, without her even really knowing, her legs widened and she gasped as
Eve's hot little mouth closed in on her pussy and began lapping up all the
cum that still oozed out of her pulsing fuck hole.  Eve added to her
excitement, pushing the vibrator hard into her ass and then releasing it,
increasing the pounding come as it throbbed through her.  All over Cindy's
cunt and then back down her legs went Eve, inch by inch, and Cindy just
went higher into her delirium of orgasm at each pass. "That's enough," said
Bill. Eve stopped sucking.  Cindy moaned, but she knew Bill was about to
fuck her and she couldn't wait for it.  Still she resisted making the final
confession to herself.  She couldn't adrnit that this was her, that she was
the wanton, sex-starved nymphomaniac, slave they had proved her to be.
Paula rolled over on the table and made way for Eve.  Instantly Cindy let
her mouth slide down onto the wet blonde cunt.  The red lines of the
whipping Eve had received were clearly visible as Cindy let her tongue run
over the slippery cunt flesh.  Eve gave a moan and leaned back, her legs
wide, her hips lunging up for more of Cindy's mouth. Bill's cock was
sliding over the lips of Cindy's hungry pussy.  She gave a shriek of lust
and tried to capture his cock, but he was too skilled to let her have it
all at once.  He pulled back and Cindy was left moaning, her ass heaving up
and down, begging to be fucked. "You sex-starved little whore," said Bill.
"You want it any way you can get it, don't you?" Cindy moaned, and she
almost choked on the desire that surged through her captive body. "Won't
answer, eh?" said Bill softly as Cindy groaned and heaved, trying to get
more of his cock.  "I'm gonna get the confession out of you now.  And then
I'll fuck your brains out.  You want it, don't you, whore?" Cindy's low
scream came out from the hot cunt flesh she was sucking.  She wanted to
confess.  She wanted to be punished for being who

   she was, she wanted to be a slave and get fucked and whipped and feel
the agony in her nipples as they tortured her.  It was all what she
deserved.  It was who she was, and it was what she wanted.  But she
couldn't say it, she just couldn't. "Confess," said Bill.  "You don't get
any of my cock until you do.' He ran his cockhead over her clit and Cindy
almost fainted with the passion she felt.  She had to confess, but she
couldn't.  Bill took his cock away and she moaned in a terrible agony of
disappointment.  Then she felt the hard line of the cane on her ass, just
resting there, but it was enough to send her gasping and choking all over
again.  The cane went back and Cindy heard the swish as it sliced back,
right across her ass.  Her scream rang out in the library. "Confess," said
Bill softly, and Cindy screamed as the cane lashed her again.  She moaned
and sucked at Eve's cunt, feeling the blonde spasming as she came and
watched Cindy getting whipped.  "Confess." Bill lashed Cindy's hot ass
again. That did it.  Cindy screamed in utter release and her ass throbbed,
desperately seeking more of the cane, thrashing up into the air as her
orgasm shuddered over her.  But Bill didn't whip her again.  He stopped and
Cindy's orgasm had nothing to fuel it.  For several more seconds her
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   ass thrust into the air, and then she gave a terrible moan and twitched
as she hung there, her mouth working over Eve's cunt, her whole body crying
out for a release she couldn't get. "Confess," Bill whispered, leaning
close to her ear again.  "Confess, and I'll whip you to another come before
I fuck you.  How about that?  Confess that's what you want and you can have
it all." Cindy felt her resistance crash through the wall she had built and
vanish.  Finally she faced the fact, the awful fact that she was the most
wanton whore in the world.  She wanted to be whipped, then fucked, then
whipped again and fucked any way they wanted.  She would do anything for
the terrible, utter ecstasy they gave her. "What do you want?" Bill
whispered. "Ohhhh!" Cindy wept.  "Aaaagghhhhh!" Her ass throbbed for what
she wanted.  "Oh whip me, do what you like to me, fuck me, make me do
anything, but please me, do it, please." She collapsed in the most
wonderful release as the confession poured out of her. "Now that's a good
little girl," said Bill.

   For endless seconds Cindy waited, her whole body twitching with desire,
her hot ass rolling, pleading for the whipping she had been promised.  Her
tongue ran frantically over Eve's hot little clit and her mouth closed over
the wide lips of Eve's cunt as she ucked,her face rolling over Eve's
trembling pussy. Then Bill lashed the cane over Cindy's thrusting ass.  She
screamed and her mouth closed tighter on Eve's cunt and she sucked madly as
the pain surged and her climax shattered higher until she lost all control
of what she was doing. Eve grabbed Cindy's hair.  "Eat me," she screamed.
"Eat me, bite my pussy!  Come on, you cunt, bite me." She stared at the
cane as it lashed down into Cindy's red flesh and heaved on the table as
the beaten librarian screamed through a mouthful of cuntmeat and bit deep
into Eve's slippery pussy.  "Yeahhhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck!' Cindy chewed into
Eve's clit, sucking and biting as she screamed and thrust her ass up for
the next lash of the cane.  At the peak of her ass thrust, Bill whipped her
again and Cindy gave a scream that forced her mouth off Eve's cunt with its
very force. "Aaaaggghhh, ohhhh God, oh God, ohhhhh, yeahhhhh!" Cindy
bellowed as her last defenses crumbled.  "Ohhhhh, whip me, whip me, fuck
me, ohhhh, yeahhhh!" Eve pulled her mouth back down to her steaming cunt
and Cindy's screams became muffled as she spasmed and heaved in ecstasy.
Over on the other table, George had bent Paula over and was fucking her
slowly as they watched the spectacle.  Paula gave low groans of
satisfaction -as George's huge cock fucked her cunt in long, steady strokes
and they saw Bill whipping Cindy in a frenzy of lust. "Shit." Bill yelled
suddenly, "I gotta fuck this littleshit!  Can't take it anymore." And he
threw the cane onto the floor and advanced on Cindy and Eve as they rolled
together on the table. Once more Cindy felt the hard tip of Bill's cock
against the opening of her cunt.  The vibrator in her ass still churned
away and Bill slowed it down a little to match the pace he wanted to fuck
her at.  Cindy gave a moan of disappointment as her orgasm fell away
slightly, but the hard push Bill gave as he forced his cock up into her
cunt sent her back screaming with fuck lust. The twin cocks inside her
seemed to stretch her ass and pussy again until they were about to burst,
but this time Cindy couldn't get them

   in fast enough.  Bill gave another shove and the head of his gigantic
fucker slid inside her cunt that only a few hours before had been virgin,
and now she screamed with lust and tried to get it all.  Her pussy lips
opened farther and her body heaved as Bill spanked her ass as he stood
close behind her. "Ohhh yeahhh, oh spank me," she whispered as she licked
at Eve's throbbing clit.  "Oh, spank me while you fuck me, oh, please!" She
moaned with satisfaction as Bill's had palm landed on her sore ass cheeks
with renewed force and his cock fucked another inch inside her.  It was a
good thing that Bill's cock was so long.  He could get more than half of it
inside Cindy and still have enough of her crimson, begging ass cheeks to
spank.  Cindy screamed with delight at each fuck thrust and hard smack of
his hand.  Her pussy walls closed on his cock, trying to take it all in,
spasming around the rock-hard length as the explosions of come rocked her
helpless, wanton body. "Ohhhhh, God," she whispered.  "Oh God, I can't get
enough, I can't get enough, oh help me, I can't get enough!" And she half
collapsed across Eve's thighs while her body trembled and shook with the
terrible surges of her endless climax. Bill fucked his cock into her, right
to the hilt, and Cindy screamed again, tears rolling down her face as
everything he did sent her into more orgasms.  His cock rammed to the
entrance of her womb and the delicious pain surged as she opened her legs
farther and more pussy juices ran down the insides of her thighs to mix
with the pussy juices and cum already there.  Bill grabbed her ass and held
her as he fucked her cunt, faster and harder as his cock grew and throbbed
inside her hot cunt. "Ohhhh, fuckin' shit," Bill moaned. Cindy felt his
cock growing in her cunt, forcing harder against the thin walls that
separated her cunt and ass tunnels.  The ribs on the vibrator seemed to be
growing as they pressed back, and each heave of his cock rubbed and bounced
against them on its way in and out.  Her body was one enormous cunt, being
fucked by the greatest cock in the world.  Yards of it, rock-hard prick,
ramming into the whole of her body, filling it as the cock thrust and
heaved and grew with each fuck stroke until Cindy was sure it would be able
to fuck up her throat and emerge from her mouth.  The thought of three
cocks in her sent her into a frenzy and her hot mouth brutalized Eve's
cunt. Eve fell backwards and her hips thrust uncontrollably as the mixed
pain and pleasure throbbed from her bitten clit, and her spasms reached a
peak.  "Aaaaghhh!" she screamed.  "Aaaaggghhh, oh yeahhhhh, suck my cunt,

   bitch, suck it!" And she gave a series of ear-piercing yells as Cindy's
mouth rolled over her cunt flesh, slimy with pussy juices and sallva. Bill
turned the vibrator higher as the cum boiled in his balls and burst out,
splashing high into Cindy's tight, spasming cunt.  "Aaahhh, oh take it,
fuck me!" he yelled.  "Ohhh, fuck, I'm coming, ohhhh yeahhhh!  '' His cum
load burst and rolled over the walls of Cindy's demanding cunt.  Cindy's
hips beat harder as she took the cum.  It was burning her cunt, spreading
out and oozing down past the fucking cock as more and more of it boiled
out, mashed and spread over her cuntal lips and down onto the white,
red-lined flesh of Cindy's thighs.  Eve collapsed on the table and drew her
legs away, no longer able to take the terrible demands of the sex- starved
librarian.  Even as Bill's cock was spending the last of its jism and his
body was slowing, Cindy was moaning for more. "Ohhhh," she groaned as Bill
leaned down over her body and his cock softened slightly.  "Oh, please, I
want it again.  Give me a cock, please." And she turned, trying to kiss and
grab for Bill. He chuckled and pulled away, taking his cock from her cunt
with a squishy sound and laughing at her.  "You want more, whore?" "Oh yes,
yes, please," Cindy moaned as she looked at his cock, bouncing slowly
downwards with each pulse of the blood leaving it. "And how much do you
want it?" asked Bill, letting her stare. "I'll do anything, anything,"
Cindy whined.  And her fingers went to her throbbing cunt lips and spread
them as she played with herself, rubbing her still-desperate clit, pushing
half her hand into her hot wet cunt.  The vibrator helped, but she needed
more, the whip or a cock, she didn't care which. "Come here," said Bill. 
He looked up and winked at George as he and Paula still slowly fucked on
the table.  "I reckon you'd better save your hard-on for this whore.  Make
her suck the two girls off while we take care of her." "You shit!" Paula
yelled as George pulled his hard cock out of her cunt.  "That's mine-you
promised." "I didn't promise you a fuckin' thing, cunt," said George.  "And
any more lip from you and I'll whip the shit outa your ass.  Now get over
to that table and wait until I tell you what to do." Paula bitched a bit
more, but she got off and sat beside Eva, spreading her thighs and
caressing her pussy as she watched. Cindy meanwhile had sunk to her knees
as she moaned and trembled with the orgasm running through her.  She was
inches from Bill's still

   half-hard cock, gleaming with her juices and his cum.  She didn't have
to be told.  She leaned in and let her tongue run over the surface of his
cockshaft, and - instantly she felt it respond, jump to her touch.  She
gave another low moan and let the cockhead slide into her mouth, tasting
the cum and her own cunt juices as her lips opened wide to take it all in.
She moved aown the prickshaft, marveling at how easily she now swallowed
his entire length, inch by inch until her lips were around the base and she
flicked her tongue out, caressing his balls. Then she gurgled with -delight
as she felt his fucker growing, getting harder each second as she
skillfully.sucked and licked at it.  His prick grew stronger, slid into her
throat as it grew, and still she kept her mouth around the base, breathing
through her nose.  Bill leaned down and picked up her neck chain, pulling
her onto his growing cock just as she wanted him too.  He had slowed the
pulse of the vibrator and the low throbbing filled her ass with growing
delight.  Bill's cock grew more, almost to its full length, and still she
held it effortlessly in her mouth and let it fuck into her throat until the
whole cockhead was bulging halfway down her neck, clearly visible to the
two girls as they sat on the table. "See that, cunts?" George asked.  "Now
you have to be that good." "Fuckin' whore," spat Paula.  "You wait till I
get her, you just wait." "You keep your hands off her unless I say so!"
snapped Bill.  "Or I'll give you to Rusty and see how you like that."
Whoever Rusty was, the threat impressed itself on Paula and she snarled and
leaned back on the table. "Sixty-nine, you two," said George, "I like to
watch two cunts at it while I fuck another one.  Come on, move, you shits."
The two women looked at him sourly, but they moved.  Paula lay on her back
and Eve crawled over her until her head was above Paula's cunt, and Paula's
head was below hers.  They started sucking each other with a lot less
conviction than Cindy showed as she let Bill fuck his cock slowly in and
out of her throat.  Cindy gurgled and moaned with each fuck thrust that
bulged the muscles of her neck as she swallowed more and more of the
delicious cockmeat. But the men weren't finished with her.  She felt George
pull her hips up and order her to spread her legs.  Suddenly Cindy realized
she would get three cocks now.  One of them was rubber, but it was more
than good enough.  She stretched her knees, holding them tightly as she
felt George's hands on her whipped ass, caressing as he examined her legs
in her high heels and

   nylon.  Then his cock was at her pussy entrance again, as it had been
when he took her cherry, and the contrast between the two times couldn't
have been greater.  Then, she was terrified and shrinking from his cock. 
Now she was climaxing with lust at each touch and thrusting her hot cunt up
and back to take it all in. As George finally fucked his cock into her cunt
and she felt it run along the ribs of the vibrator, heaving the explosions
of cum out in-to her body again, Cindy gave a muffled scream of joy and
sank into a pit of depravity she never wanted to leave.  Her tits bounced
with each thrust of the two real cocks in her mouth and cunt, and Bill
skillfully manipulated the vibrator to rise with their climbing lusts. 
Cindy held her arms around Bill's ass, holding on as he pulled her mouth
onto his cock, and George fucked her cunt with hard long cock strokes that
gave her the rough fucking she had always wanted. "Ohhhh shit, this baby's
somethin' else," Bill gasped.  "Hey, look at those two shits on the
table-they're in trouble if they don't do better." "Fuck off!" yelled
Paula, and she took her mouth from Eve's cunt and the two of them rolled
apart.  "You gotta new one now, eh?  Well, fuck off, all of you!  You
stink, you fucker!" Eve and Paula sat on the dge of the table and dared the
men to do something about it.  And they knew they would. "You know what
we're gonna do?" asked George with a grin.  "'In a little while, we're
gonna shoot our loads into this little darlin' and then we'll get to you."
"Oh yeahhhh?" said Eve tauntingly.  "You shoot one more time and you'll be
finished, she's so good, ain't she?  She's gonna suck it all outa you." And
the two women laughed and slapped each other on the back.  The men laughed
too, but there was a menace in it that sent Eve and Paula giggling. Cindy
felt the cocks rising, ready to burst.  She was building for another
shattering orgasm, and she hoped they would all come together.  She had no
idea what the men would do to Eve and Paula, but it excited her more just
to imagine. "Ohhhh fuck, she's gonna make me come again!" Bill yelled as
his cock fucked right down Cindy's throat as she gurgled and moaned with
the pleasure it set off in her. George was already almost at shooting
point. His cock slammed in and out of Cindy's pussy with growing fury.  He
held her ass and yelled as his cum shot into Cindy's throbbing cunt. Cindy
felt her own climax explode in her pussy.  Bill's jism spurted out, filling
her throat and then her cheeks as she pulled her head back

   to taste as much as she could of his wonderful salty cum.  Her moans of
ecstasy rang out as the two men spent themselves in her hot, demanding body
until the three of them were a softly moaning, satisfied huddle as they
held Cindy. The two men let her sink to the floor as her orgasm faded. 
Cindy lay there in a contented daze and untied the straps that held the
vibrator in her ass.  Even she wanted a slight rest from it.  She slid the
dildo out slowly, feeling every inch of the hard shaft as if emerged, and
she held it to her puckered asshole and played it there, feeling the slowly
vibrating cockhead over her still4witching asshole and letting new pleasure
rise in her She watched as Bill and George grabbed Eve and Paula.  The
girls screamed and yelled at them, but it was no use.  They were hauled to
each end of the table and slammed on it, face down.  Then, as they still
shouted and swore at their masters, they were tied firmly, their ankles to
the legs of the table and their wrists lashed and pulled out until they
were painfully stretched and staring at each other down the long length of
the library table. "Now," said George, his - cock already hardening as he
looked at the bound captives, "we're gonna punish you for that.  You're
gonna get whipped until we're hard again, and then you're in for a long ass
fuck, both of you.  And while we're doing that, you'll suck Cindy any way
she wants, for as long as she wants.  Got that?" "Fuck off," said Paula.
They weren't defiant by the end of it.  George used his whip on Paula and
Bill lashed Eve with the long thin cane he had used on Cindy.  Soon their
screams echoed from the walls, and Cindy laughed as she climbed up onto the
table and spread her thighs in front of Eve's bulging eyes. "Clean my pussy
off," said Cindy.  "I gotta lot of cum all over me." Eve tried to tell her
to fuck off, but Bill thrashed her ass and she threw her head back as she
screamed, and then she gave in.  Her mouth went down and she licked Cindy
clean, all down her thighs and back up to her throbbing pussy as Cindy
demanded more and more from her Then Cindy moved down the table and made
Paula suck her cunt.  George finished whipping his slave and she gave a
shriek of relief as he rammed his cock into her raw, sore asshole.  Then
Cindy threw her legs right back and demanded that Paula lick her ass clean.
"No!" Paula yelled.  "Fuck you." "Lick it," said George. So Paula gave in
and licked Cindy's ass, giving the horny librarian another heaving come.
Having spent so much of their jism in Cindy,

   the two men took a long time to come as they fucked Paula and Eve.  Bill
decided Eve wasn't doing well enough and took more time to whip her sore
ass, and she screamed helplessly as Cindy came back down the table and made
her suck her pussy again. Finally the two men came and let Eve and Paula
lie there, beaten and once more convinced of who were their masters; Bill
and George left them there, tied and struggling while they took Cindy and
had something to eat.  Cindy lay back in the chair, her whipped ass and
tits burning with a hard, luxurious fire as she drahk the wine and cuddled
up against Bill and ran her fingers over George's hardening cock. "Well,"
said George, "I thought you were going to be the dog of the evening-but you
kinda took over, didn't you?" Cindy purred and leaned over to give his
prick a quick suck. "You were going to be the one who had to fuck Arnie to
keep him happy, but these two will have to go on doing it until they learn.
Won't you?" he called to Eve and Paula as they lay there with their red
assss burning and cum runmng out of their assholes and down their legs. Eve
and Paula moaned and struggled, but they couldn't break free. "So, what
happens now?" asked Cindy as she murmured with pleasure and slid down to
hold both the men's cocks in her hands. "Well, I think we'll take you home
right now," said Bill.  "We have a lot of our friends who would love to
meet you at our party tomorrow.  And then, well, all we can offer you is a
lot of rough fucking, and punishment whenever you're naughty." He leaned
back and his cock jumped as he thought about it. "You do punish naughty
girls really hard, don't you?" asked Cindy as she leaned in and began to
lick and suck their cocks in turn. "Oh yeahhh," said George.  "You know how
hard we punish naughty little girls." "Oh, good," Cindy breaathed.  "Then
I'll be naughty all the time- and all your friends will have to punish me
and make me pay for being such a wicked girl, won't they?" "You bet," said
Bill. And Cindy took his cock deep into her throat, dreaming of all the
wonderful times she was going to have, now that she knew who she was and
how desperately she wanted fucking, all the fucking she could get.



   THE END