John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

It, too, was also carved to look like an ominous cock. She poked Gloria's fiery, red-furred pussy mound with the huge knobbed head of the whip handle.

"You've fallen from grace!" the bitch Goddess declared coldly. "You've given yourself to a man. You're unclean and unfit to warship with the others in this hallowed place!"

Gloria was tightly bound to the cross, her arms spread wide, her feet fled one over the other with a circulation-stopping rawhide thong. Though pained and frightened, the girl snapped back at her regal tormentor.

"Yes, I gave myself to a man! And I will again. All your preaching about pure passion between women is pure crap! A thick hot prick is better than your big clit. Ten times better!"

"You irreverent little bitch! You've been deluded and despoiled, driven by shame to worship the instrument of your destruction!" The whip curled back in a high arc and then flew forward in a sinuous curve.

It lashed the cringing redhead's luscious young pussy. A red welt blazed like a fiery tongue of flame. Tortured contractions wracked her soft cunt. A shrill scream tore from the writhing girl's drawn lips. Before she stopped screaming, the lash had hissed and cracked again. Bound to the cock-shaped arms and main spar of the cross, Gloria twisted and squirmed, sobbing in terrible pain.

It was at this moment that Letha met Long Dick in the alley back of Miss Stark's house. She stepped out of the shadows in her black Phantom's outfit, swirling her silky long cape.

Long Dick grinned wryly. "Oh, my God, the caped crusader!"

They heard Gloria's shrill scream rising from a barred basement window.

"This isn't a laughing matter," Letha told him. "The head librarian fancies herself to be the high priestess of lesbian love. She's got a dozen devoted young girls for followers, and she's punishing one who's just fallen from grace."

Letha had been listening outside the window, waiting for Long Dick to arrive.

"The girls are all virgins… except the one being whipped."

"Let me guess," Long Dick said. "The bull dyke high priestess with the whip is the one you want me to fuck."

"You've got it. Or maybe I should say, you're going to get it. But not until I've given her a taste of the lash."

Long Dick heard the whip cracking and the girl's tortured cries.

He shuddered, shook his head and said: "To crash a weird party like that, I think I should have a costume as kinky as yours. At least a mask."

"I've made you a black hood like ancient executioners used to wear. The rest of your costume should be just the way God gave it to you."

"Naked?" Normally brash and confident, Long Dick was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Of course. What could frighten and then please those tender maidens more than the sight of a huge stiff cock? Hurry, get your clothes off and I'll suck it steely hard for you."

He grinned lewdly, starting to undress. "You talked me into it."

When he stood naked except for the black executioner's hood, Letha dropped to her knees and sealed eager lips on the knob of his cock.

They could hear the whip cracking and the girl's tortured wails as Letha bobbed her head, swaying the radiant, coal-black hair of her long wig.

"Ooooh," he moaned. "Still hungry for cock after all we put you through?"

"More than ever," she assured him. "And it pains me to think of so many young virgins being deprived."

She went back to sucking, thrilled by his throbbing cock and pleased with her bold plan.

"I think I'd rather have you. No timid virgin could fuck a foot of hot prick the way you do!"

Letha pinned and slowly raised her head, leaving his cock wet with spit and throbbing hard.

"I wish I could make you cum in my throat and swallow your jism. But I want that proud silver-haired witch handling the whip to get a full load her first time."

"Yeah," he said with anxious anticipation. "Let's go. I want to hear her scream like that girl she's been whipping."

"This way. I've already picked the lock on the back door."

It was dark in the old house, but the eerie wails guided them to the basement stairs like a beacon. Letha went down first, tiptoeing, to keep the high heels of her long black boots from clicking on the stone steps.

Long Dick followed close behind. His heart was thundering, making his thick cock pulse with excited desire. First he saw the pretty young redhead bound to the cross at the far end of the room. Her ripening body was criss-crossed with a tangled patchwork of blazing red welts that flamed fiery bright like her pussy hair. Her head swayed in writhing anguish and tears streamed down her, creamy-smooth cheeks. All eyes were on the weeping girl. Her tall, white-robed tormentor glared hotly.

"Now tell us the truth!" she demanded. "You hated what that young man did to you!"

Gloria raised her head. Her green eyes fluttered, streaked with tears. She was facing the stairs and was the only one who saw the ominous pair creeping down. A vengeful grin curled her soft lips.

"I loved it!" she said in a weak but defiant voice. "And so will you!"

It wasn't hard for Gloria to figure out what the two silent intruders had in mind. The masked raven-haired beauty, caped and clad in clinging black, carried a cat-o-nine-tails in her right hand, while the hooded man had a huge cock that strained with a hammering pulse.

"No man's vile organ of degradation will ever touch me," Miss Stark declared. "I'd sooner be bound to the cross and have my tender skin whipped off!"

"We'll see!" Letha snarled. Miss Stark whirled and gave a startled cry. The white-robed young virgins shrieked in alarm.

Prudence Stark's long arm arched back to lash out with the whip at the masked woman whose proud tits and slinky black muff of cunt hair were proudly exposed. But Letha's shorter cat-o-nine-tails struck first.

Nine sinewy leather thongs with double-knotted tips fanned across the woman's chest, ripping the front of her filmy white gown and leaving a spidery web of stinging welts on her naked flesh.

Miss Stark screamed and dropped her whip. Her white gown, her symbol of purity, was being ripped off. The filmy cloth ripped and tore into tatters each time the vicious cat struck. She staggered back toward the cross, blushing red as her welts. She'd just seen the man with his huge naked cock aimed at her like the barrel of a gun.

"Oooh, my God!" she cried. "Stop them, girls! Don't let them do this to me!"

Gloria shouted down from the cock-shaped cross. "Leave them alone! The bitch has lied and selfishly kept us all for her own pleasure!"

The timid young virgins gawked and trembled, but none made a move to intervene. Sight of a man's naked cock weakened their knees. Some were breathless with anticipation, others torn between natural instinct and the strict teachings of their lesbian mistress.

Letha flailed the nine-tongued lash with a practiced hand. The knotted tips tore Miss Stark's long gown from her body. It slipped from her hunched shoulders and fell to the floor. She turned, beaten to her knees and embraced the huge round shaft of the carved wooden cock for support.

"Ooooh, please… dear God, make her stop!" the shuddering woman screamed.

Letha smiled. "Look at her! In pain and anguish, she clings to the wooden symbol of male strength."

Bound to the cross above Miss Stark's head, Gloria eyed, the huge prick of the hooded man standing just behind her raven-haired savior. It was almost twice the size of the pleasing prick that led her to yearn for more than sex with another of her own kind.

"Give it to her!" the whipped redhead cried. "Fuck the proud bitch! Bloody her cunt and make her beg for more!"

The white-robed virgins all gasped, rising to their feet for a better view. Long Dick's cock was throbbing fiercely, but he let the vengeant Phantom play out her final scene.