John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

As they reached the head of the stairs, they heard Gloria's voice cry from below.

"Nnnnooo! God! Please… don't stick that awful big cock in me again! You know I can't stand it! It must be sixteen inches long!"

Letha stopped. "Sixteen inches? This I've got to see!"

Then they heard a strange man's voice laugh.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? I was told you were anxious to find a cock big enough to please your faithless cunt!"

The whip cracked again. The sound echoed up the stairwell like a rifle shot, followed quickly by Gloria's tortured scream.

"Yes, I want a big cock. But not that big! It's-it's inhuman!"

"All men are inhuman," the deep voice declared. "They ravage and despoil women with their beastly lust."

Letha didn't recognize the cruel male voice. Miss Stark's experience with the library's Little Theater group had given her considerable skill.

Clad in a somber black suit, white shirt and tie, she paced the floor trailing her long whip. The fly of her suit pants was open and a grotesquely huge prick was standing rigid, swaying lewdly with each step she took.

Letha stared and whispered, "My God… it is sixteen inches long!"

Collins replied softly: "And the girl was right. It is inhuman. I've seen one like it before on the shelf of a sexual novelty shop that caters to cruel dykes like your Miss Stark."

"I wonder where she is?" Letha asked as they began tiptoeing down the stairs again.

"I don't know, but let me handle the lanky sadist in the black suit."

Collins drew his revolver as the whip hissed and cracked on the soft flesh of Gloria's ripe ass. The girl was locked in a pillory, a T-shaped wooden frame of heavy timbers with holes cut in the cross bar to enclose a victim's neck at the center and her wrists at the ends. The height was such that Gloria had to stand bent forward, her ass in a perfect position for a merciless whipping.

"I loved the way you screamed and sobbed when I ravaged your pussy with my heinous cock. I'm going to enjoy ramming it up your ass even more. You'll never want a man to touch you when I'm through."

"You're through right now!" Collins said sharply. "Up against the wall, you're under arrest!"

"What the hell?" Miss Stark cried in her natural voice. Shock made her forget the role she was playing, and the violence of hurling the long lash had loosened her artificial beard and mustache.

Letha grinned and snapped two pictures with her pocket flash camera.

"Just in case you haven't learned your lesson and try to make trouble again."

"You bitch!" Miss Stark snarled, pulling off the dangling artificial hair. "I was only teaching ibis girl to fear and hate cock as any decent woman should."

"And we're here to teach you to love it," Letha said, "… as any real woman does!"

Miss Stark dropped the long whip and staggered back with an anguished gasp.

"No, not again!"

Collins had holstered his gun and opened his fly to draw out something the woman feared more than his.38 – the long barrel of his big cock.

Letha freed Gloria from the pillory. The gorgeous young redhead straightened up with a thankful sigh, rubbing her neck and wrists where they'd been chafed by the blinding wooden yoke.

"You're Mrs. Gerard, the assistant librarian," the girl said in surprise. "And you must also be the Phantom. I recognize those high black boots." She smiled and wiped tears of relief from her eyes. "You really saved my ass this time!"

"It's a pleasure to save an ass as pretty as yours. And an even greater pleasure is waiting for you, Miss Stark!"

Letha yanked off the man's wig and revealed the head librarian's own silver hair.

Tugging on it like the reins of a rebellious black stallion, she pulled Miss Stark back to the stout frame of the pillory.

"Aaagggh!" she cried. "Don't lock me in that thing backwards. I'll be forced to bend the wrong way!"

"You've always been bent the wrong way. I'm just trying to straighten you out," Letha replied savagely.

She took a pair of scissors from the pocket of her mini-skirt and dropped to her knees. Then she deftly cut open the pants legs of the man's suit Miss Stark wore.

"First we have to get you undressed."

"Nnnnoooo!"

Prudence was bent over backwards, her neck and wrist locked in her own pillory. She quaked and trembled, staring teary-eyed at the ceiling above.

The cold scissors clicked mercilessly and stripped the lithe, beauty stark naked except for the harness supporting the grotesque artificial cock and balls.

"Why would any woman so stunningly beautiful want to dress and act like a man?" Letha asked. "And why would a woman with a sleek tight cunt like yours want to have a cock sticking out instead of sticking in?"

She cut the harness straps and caught the big false prick as it fell. It spurted slick cum-like cream when she squeezed the oversized mechanical balls.

"I'll be damned… it works like a water pistol."

Letha turned it on Miss Stark's heaving chest and shot a big charge of the silvery cream between her tits. She rubbed it in and fired more.

"Hhhmmmm, it makes your skin silky soft," she said. "Dick's hands will glide so smoothly when he's fucking you."

"Nnnooo!" Prudence whined. "My pussy is much too tight for a cock the size of his!"

"Well, I'm going to grease it so you'll be just right."

Letha squeezed the ball sac and sprayed lubricating cream all over the woman's cringing cunt. She rubbed it in deep with teasing finger strokes that made Miss Stark so anxious and fearful that she could hardly breathe.

"I can't fuck bent over backwards like this. My feet will slip. I might break my neck!"

"Don't worry, I'll be right behind you… down on my knees to wiggle my tongue up your ass!"

Letha crouched behind her, reaching around her waist, parting her pussy lips and whirling her big clit while licking and tongue-teasing the puckered rim of her ass.

Collins had stripped himself nude. He stood before her and pressed the head of his big cock into her narrow slit.

Miss Stark groaned and rocked back, only to be driven forward again by the sparking tingle of a tongue wiggling into her ass. Her cunt responded to the strain of entry almost at once. The surging waves of unwanted pleasure took her breath away. She gasped and moaned, gritting her teeth and wincing her teary eyes almost shut.

"Ooooh, dear God… I do like it! My pussy feels like it's on fire!"

"Mine does too!" Gloria said. "And I'm only watching."

"Dick will have time for you later," Letha promised. "He'll show you that a man's cock gives more pleasure than pain – after he'd given Miss Stark a lesson long over due!" She burrowed back into Miss Stark's delighted ass and heard the woman cry out in rapture.

"Ooooh, give it to me!" she begged. "Both of you! Let me feel all of your awesome cock! Ram it deep and make me a believer!"

In all the times she'd been fucked the night before, Miss Stark had not felt such extreme and deep-reaching delight. She wailed anxiously and pumped her hips towards the man's big cock. It pulsed in her depths like a beating drum. Tremors of shocking pleasure radiated outward.

"I'm cumming!" she cried. "I'm cumming already!"

"And you will again and again before I'm though. Letha was thoughtful enough to drain all the urgency from my balls before we got here. The hard on I've got now will last for hours."

"Hours?" Miss Stark screamed as her first climax began.

"Two or three at least. Maybe four. Right now I feel like I could fuck your sleek cunt all night!"

"Yes… oh, yyyeesss! I want you to. Fuck me long and hard. Fill my pussy and clear my head. Make me the woman I was meant to be!"

"Save a little for me!" Gloria cried. "I'm getting so hot I can hardly stand it! Ooooh, God, I want a big cock that fucks so deep!"