John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

"Cut that girl off the cross," Letha told the virgins.

They moved as one. They were used to taking orders from a woman. One girl pulled a metal pin from the base of the cross. The long shaft and its cock-shaped cross arms hinged back. The other girls gently walked it down, laying it flat on the cold stone floor.

A knife flashed in its flickering torchlight and the cords that had bound Gloria's arms and legs were severed. The redhead was helped to her feet by sympathetic girls who kissed and licked her stinging wounds.

They ignored Miss Stark, who was hunched and blubbering at the hinged base of the folded down cross.

Letha said, "Tie her to the cross in Gloria's place… but bind her upside down. Spread those long, elegant legs wide and bind her ankles tight to the heads of the cocks she's taught you all to fear."

Four young virgins hastened to do as they'd been told.

"No!" Prudence Stark cried. "You can't do this to me! I am your salvation from everlasting shame. Through me you will know pleasure and remain forever inviolate."

Her once-devoted followers laughed and cinched the binding cords around her spread legs tighter than they needed to be.

"Now pull her arms above her head," Letha told her new subjects. "Bind her wrists to the root of her cock-shaped cross."

Miss Stark cried out. Although she'd bound and whipped many of her less-than-willing subjects, the silver-haired beauty had never experienced the sickening fear of restraint herself.

She winced and screamed, shedding tears of abject terror as the throng of virgins yanked her arms above her head, crossed her wrists, and bound them to the base of the cross.

"Please kill me. Cut my throat! I'd rather die than suffer the stab of a man's cock."

Long Dick strolled through the crowd of white-robed virgins.

"Let's cut out all the bullshit. The silver haired bitch Goddess of knowledge has told you all that sex with another woman… or women… is enough to satisfy all your needs." The innocents all nodded.

"Well then," said the proud owner of the mighty cock. "I would like you all to treat this lithe and lovely bitch to all of the female pleasures she can stand. Kiss her with thrusting tongues. Suck her tits. Eat her cunt. Lick the soles of her feet. Do everything she'd taught you. Listen to her delighted gasps and moans… then listen to her shrilling screams of pleasure when I ram my cock into her. After that, if even one of you thinks the licking and sucking and timid clit-fucking of another woman is enough, then I'll-I'll…"

Letha grinned. "You'll turn in your library card?"

Like a swirling white cloud, a dozen teenaged virgins descended upon their bound mentor.

She was used to domination. To be bound, licked and sucked by her former supplicants sent shivers of terror rippling up her spine.

They had been taught well. A dozen probing and lashing tongues knew all her points of pleasure. They fondled and teased Prudence Stark to one grinding lesbian climax after another. It was pleasure forced upon her.

Miss Stark strained not to respond. She dreaded and reviled restraint.

"Leave me alone!" She screamed.

The girls she had taught to love tits and cunt delighted in preparing their mistress for the ultimate sacrifice. Wrenching spasms of climax chafed her bound wrists and ankles. Blood seeped and her welts blazed. The wet tongues of eager young girls teased and stroked her smarting wounds until she could no longer tell pleasure from pain.

Miss Stark knew they were preparing her, heating the untried depths of her cunt and making every surface nerve tinge in readiness, for she could see that fearsome, throbbing cock dangling over her head. It swayed lewdly, swelling larger each time she was tongued into the throes of another climax. The white-gowned virgins were feasting on her, yet all the time furtively eyeing the huge prick that was to be her undoing.

Letha motioned back the white-robed virgins with a flick of her menacing, nine-tongued lash. Then she grinned at Long Dick.

"Give it to her! The education of our head librarian is about to begin!"

Prudence Stark clamped her eyes shut, too frightened to watch. Long Dick stood between her bound legs, his huge prick hot and ready.

Her lips curled into a trembling grimace. "Don't do this to me!" she screamed. Letha cooed: "Poor Miss Stark!"

Whipping her silver-haired virgin cunt and watching the tongues of a dozen girls bring the woman to one climax after another had heated her simmering pussy so that slick honey dripped and flowed between its puffed lips.

She straddled the woman's head and seated her drooling cunt slit on the woman's lips. "If you can tongue fuck me to a climax as blissfully satisfying as what I get from a man's cock, then I'll tell him to spare your virgin pussy."

Prudence began licking, sucking and thrusting her tongue with the fierce passion of desperation.

"Ooooh, that's good!" Letha purred, swiveling her hips and pressing her black-furred pussy to meet the head librarian's cager tongue. "But it's not good enough! Better get your cock ready to show the poor bitch what she's missed all her life."

"No!" Prudence Stark cried, her straining voice muffled by a furry black cunt.

Long Dick straddled the main beam of the cock-shaped cross and knelt between the writhing woman's bound legs. He pressed the bulbous, knobbed tip of his cock to the tight narrow gash of the head librarian's silver-fleeced cunt. The narrow channel, whipped and licked hot by so many tongues, was gushing a flood of cum juice.

Her cunt lips shivered and her body strained, creaking the tightly bound thongs that held her legs apart. Miss Stark's convulsive reaction could not have been more intense if a red-hot branding iron had been pushed between her legs.

She screamed and sobbed, the sounds wetly muffled by Letha's delighted cunt. Yet she sucked with a fervor, pistoning her tongue into the slithering hot pussy. Pussy hair soft and sensuous as black mink tickled her lips. She tried with every trick and lewd technique she knew to bring the black-clad beauty to a climax satisfying enough to spare her precious maidenhead.

"Whooooeee!" Letha cried, feeling the contractions of climax begin. "Fuck me, you lewd bitch! Ram your tongue deep and twist it! Yeah! Ooooh, yeah! That's good. That's great!"

Miss Stark groaned. Letha raised up just enough to let her speak.

"Does that mean you'll spare me?"

"Yes," Letha said with a smile. "I love the way you eat cunt so much that I'm going to save you."

"Oh, thank God!"

"I'm going to save you from a life of frustration with orgasms never quite complete. Fuck her!" she said to the hooded accomplice.

"Oooooh!" Miss Stark wailed. "Christ, I've only given you an inch!" Long Dick said, delighted by the writhing, tightness and quivering fear of her sleek cunt. "I haven't even reached your cherry."

Miss Stark moaned. Letha had pressed her cunt back to the woman's lips, loving the way her hot breath gushed into her wet cunt.

When Long Dick's mighty cock pressed on her cherry, the anguished head librarian's tongue shot out like a spear. As the pain in her cunt increased, every muscle and nerve quaked with revulsion.

"Shit, she's got the toughest cherry ever to come under my long prick. It's like her cunt was sealed with saddle leather!"

"It's had so long to thicken," Letha said. "Just keep pushing. I love the way pain makes her tongue thrust. She's eating cunt better now than ever before!"

Long Dick pushed hard. His face reddened and his cheeks puffed. His broad back strained.

"It's like trying to fuck your way through a brick wall!"

Prudence Stark's eyes filled with tears. The pain of her tortured membrane was intense, but she hoped the stubborn web of flesh was strong enough to prevent deeper violation.