John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

Long Dick whispered to another guest, "That whore puts on a great act. Saying she's a librarian and pretending she doesn't want to suck cock!"

"Yeah, but who wants to watch a shivering bitch with her mouth tightly closed?"

"Nobody, and she knows that. We've got to make her open up. A little pain before pleasure is what she gets paid for. Bring in that package of plastic clothespins I brought."

"What are you going to do, hang up her clothes?"

"No, I'm going to hang upon her mouth." Rich wagged the cum-dripping head of his cock across her quivering lips. "The other guys will enjoy making you open your mouth. Why don't you do it for me before you set hurt?"

Letha's tightly closed eyes leaked tears. Fear of his huge prick wrenched her throat with tension. She couldn't swallow all of even a normal cock now. She shook her head and spattered the tears streaming down her cheeks.

That really impressed Long Dick. "What a performance! Pretending she's frightened enough to cry."

Another guest handed him a box of brightly colored plastic clothespins – a dozen, red, yellow, blue and green. Long Dick opened the springy jaw of a red one and swept aside her long black hair to let it close on her left earlobe.

"Oh!" she moaned, tossing her head to shake it off. The pain from her pinched ear was only annoying, but Letha sensed it was a warning of worse to come.

"Please," she said tensely. "Pain will only make my throat tighter. Don't hurt me. Take the chains off and let me relax, maybe then I'll be able to suck his cock."

"We don't want you relaxed, bitch. We want all of your fuck openings tight with shivering fear," someone said. "That's the only way you'll be able to give pleasure to a normal-sized guy after Richard and Long Dick get through."

A blue plastic clothespin was clamped on the lobe of her right ear. Letha tossed her head in despair, dull pain boring into her skull.

Long Dick said, "Now, let's see what other places we can find. How about this perky little nipple?" A green clothespin pinched the tender bud and brought a shivering scream from Letha's drawn lips.

The pinching jaws stabbed pain into her chest like a dull knife. She twisted and trembled, chained in a tangle of wrapped coils too tight to let her shake off the nipple-nipping clothespin.

They put a yellow one on her other nipple, pinching it tight to spark pain like another knife. Letha's throat clenched, so dry and strained she couldn't swallow her own spit. The Long Dick fingered the clamp mink covering her pussy mound. He parted her cringing pussy lips, teased her clit up and clamped a red clothespin on its head.

"Eeeyow!" The bite felt worse than Ellen's clenched teeth. It was inhuman and unrelenting – constant, steady pain.

Letha pumped her hips in an agonized frenzy. She remembered an old move man in a tropical river. He came out with sucking leeches hanging on his chest and back. It was brought to mind by the pain she felt now. Letha shuddered and moaned, thinking of slimy leeches sucking on her proud tits.

"She still won't open up," Long Dick said in amazement. "I've got seven clothespins left in the box. How many do you guys think it will take to make her beg to suck cock?"

Bets were placed on all numbers from one to seven, like a football pool. But this was a pool of unbearable pain, and Letha imagined herself drowning in it, dragged down by the weight of sucking leeches with needle-sharp jaws.

The mouth of a clothespin was pressed into the left side of her narrow cunt channel and left to pinch on its puffed lip. She blubbered and moaned, but couldn't make words. Letha's throat felt scorching-hot, like a chimney.

Another pin clenched her right pussy lip. Writhing cunt contractions clacked the two together, and the one nipping her clit heaved up and down.

Long Dick pinched another on the middle of her quivering lower lip. It jiggled and touched her chin, puffing her mouth slightly open with its weight and pain. He clamped another and another on her lower lip, dragging it farther down.

"It's gonna take a whole damn dozen," moaned a guy whose bet was just lost.

The last pin was being clenched onto her lower lip. It sagged down, turned inside out by the dangling weight.

"Her mouth looks more like a pussy when the wet inside shows," a delighted guest observed.

"Yeah, a pussy with teeth!"

"Go on, Rich. Get it into her. Can't you see her mouth is open?"

Letha's pained cunt writhed with spasms so much like a climax that she had to moan. Orgasm by ordeal. Her nipples surged and swelled as they would being fondled by a man's demanding hands.

She cried, "Unnnn, Christ… I'm cumming!"

"Climax by pure pain," Long Dick marveled. "I read about it once, but I didn't believe it."

"Hey, what you musta been right. Just ask our librarian!"

They all laughed, watching her in the throes of solitary orgasm. Thrilling convulsions swept aside her sense of pain. Though chained and cruelly abused, Letha had escaped into rapture.

But it was all too brief. Letha's shocked scream of delight deepened into a moan. Tremors of ecstasy spiraled into pulses of unrelenting pain.

Long Dick said to her, "Tell you what I'm gonna do!" He sounded like a carnival barker. "I'm gonna take off a clothespin for every inch of cock you can swallow."

Letha nodded anxiously and fluttered her tear-streaked eyes. They blazed with heated desperation. She strained her jaw wide and sucked her lips around Rich's enormous cockhead. It was awkward with her lower lip dragged so far down by the pinching weight of the dangling clothespins.

"That's about two inches," Long Dick announced. They freed her ears and the throbbing in her skull eased.

She gulped and pressed forward. "Two more inches. Three!"

Long Dick pulled the clothespins off her lower lip in reward. Letha sighed and sucked harder.

His enormous cock wedged hard at the back of her mouth. It seemed three times the size of the narrow channel he was pushing to enter. Letha moaned, her face taut with concentration. She knew she had to will her body to rein. She'd overcome pain, and now she must conquer fear. "God damn, look at her go!"

The last clothespin came off her lower lip. Then the one pinching the left side of her pussy. Letha felt a rush of exhilaration. Her swollen lips encircled and sucked on his delighted prickshaft, pulling him deeper with each anxious gulp.

She craned her neck to straighten her throat. It filled with the throbbing heat. Rich's heart seemed to be beating in tandem with her own – wild and fast.

"Oh, baby… you got a great mouth! What a hungry whore you are!" Rich exclaimed. "I'm glad that librarian didn't show up. She could never match you for pure lewd pleasure!"

Letha would have laughed if her throat wasn't stuffed so brutally full. She was dizzy and short of breath. The plug of hot prick in her airways made it impossible to get more. A chilling paw of new fear fell upon her.

Her throat wretched, trying to expel the huge cock. But Rich clamped his hands back of her head and kept pushing in.

"Oooooh!" she cried with a strangled voice. The clothespins had been removed – all but the one pinching her clit. Long Dick had gotten so excited watching her cunt-lips near the thick root of his friend's cock that he forgot about that one.

It was just as well. Letha had started to enjoy the relentless tingling sensation that it sent into her cunt. The contractions of another orgasm began. Her mind blanked, forgetting the horror of being unable to breathe.

She'd swallowed all but the last inch of Rich's big cock, delighting him and amazing his friends. Most of them were watching raptly, jacking off because they couldn't wait for their turn with the raven-haired whore.

Letha heard the drumming slap of curled hands on hard-muscled loins. She heard anxious gulps and moans. It was like lewd music to her ears. She burrowed to the hairy root of his cock and got a rousing cheer, then she reared back, grabbed a quick gulp of air and lunged forward again.