Nathan Silvers - A librarian_s training

Gillian found the zipper and ran it down to the small of her back, losing her grip several times. She slowly eased the dress down her arms, revealing her bra.

It was only when she had her dress around her waist, that she realized that she had to take it off over her head, since her legs were still bound and spread. She sobbed, and pulled it up again, but still nobody tried to help her. Struggling almost painfully, she managed to pull the garment over her head and drop it on the floor. She felt naked under their horrible gazes, even though she still had her slip, bra, panties, and pantyhose on.

"Now the slip," Dean said.

Gillian choked and gave a deep sob. "Please, don't make me – aaaghghhh!"

She leaped and jerked helplessly, her hands going to protect her ass as the whip pulled away, leaving a curling line on her slip and another red welt on her ass flesh.

"All right, I will!" she moaned.

She struggled with her long slip, trying to pull it up over her head. It was even more difficult than the dress; particularly with her legs still bound and stretched open. But slowly the long white garment pulled up, showing her legs again, and then her ass, and finally the curves of her body. With the final struggle, the bound librarian heaved the slip over her head and let it drop to the floor. She hung her head, put her hands over her tits, and wept.

"Jesus Christ, that's nice!" Dean breathed, coming forward and leaning over the table. "I knew she had a body under all that crap. Look at her."

He slid his hand out and took hold of Gillian's bra, pulling on it.

"Stop, please, stop!" Gillian begged.

"Take your hands away!" Dean snapped.

The moaning librarian did as she was told, leaving his horrible hands on her bra.

Then, Rose's hands worked over her tits from the rear, sending shivers over Gillian as she stood, bound to the table legs.

Dean unclipped the bra, revealing Gillian's wonderful tits for the first time.

"Fuck, you guessed right again, Dean!" Rose laughed, taking one of Gillian's nipples in her fingers, playing with the crinkled bud.

Something snapped in Gillian. With a scream, she flung Rose's hand away and lunged back at the woman, slamming into her hard.

"No, stop that! That's… that's perverted!"

Instantly Dean grabbed her by the hair and slammed her back down to the tabletop, almost breaking her nose.

"You don't do that, bitch!" he snapped.

"No, please, no, don't, please!" Gillian begged, her ass heaving, as Rose's hands gripped her pantyhose and tore at it.

Gillian sobbed as Dean let go of her hair. He walked around the table and his powerful hands gripped her pantyhose, tearing at it, ripping the resilient material. Gillian screamed, as he walked around the table and gripped her hair once more.

"I'm gonna teach you to obey," Rose hissed in Gillian's ear. "I'm gonna whip your panties off you."

"No, please, I won't do that again! I won't!" Gillian begged.

"Damn right!" Rose laughed, then stepped away.

"No, please, noooo!" Gillian wailed, as the whip cut into her ass. She jerked against Dean's hand, but his grip was more than strong enough to keep her face down on the tabletop. "Please, I won't do it again, I'll do what you want! Urrghhh!"

She screamed as the whip cut her ass hard, leaving a red welt over her flesh. She flung her hands back to protect her ass.

"Take your hands away," Rose said.

Gillian sniveled and wept, holding her ass, trembling from head to toe.

Suddenly, Rose gripped Gillian's wrists and wrapped something around them very fast, binding them together. Gillian struggled and wept, but Rose slid the leather strap around her neck and pulled, shoving her hands up almost as high as her shoulder blades. Then, she tied the strap off and chuckled.

"You'll pay for that, too, bitch!" Rose promised.

Gillian wailed as the strap around her neck began cutting her air off. She gasped, then heaved, screaming as the whip cut into her ass.

This time Rose was whipping across her ass, lashing into her panties; cutting up the thin material with each blow, ripping the garment away in strips, as the whip cut and swung.

"Aaaghgh! Please, no, no, aurrghh!" Gillian screamed, then leaped right out of Dean's grasp, and went rigid, screaming her heart out.

The whip's tail had cut right between her legs, lashing into her spread pussy, the tip cutting right into her clit. The agony was beyond anything she'd ever known. She gasped for air, hands pulling the strap tighter around her throat. While she was still screaming and gasping, the whip lashed her again, ripping off a large section of her panties. Dean grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her back down to the table again. The pain was driving Gillian mad.

"Now tell me you'll do everything I say!" Rose snapped, lashing Gillian's ass, tearing off another strip of her panties.

"Yes, yes, I will! I promise! I won't – urrghhh! I won't do anything wrong, I promise!" Gillian screamed, as the whip tore away another strip of her panties.

She clung to the tabletop, her tears pooling on the polished surface.

"Stand up!" Rose snapped.

Very slowly, her whole body aching horribly, Gillian pulled herself upright, sobbing and weeping. She looked behind her and saw her whipped, bruised ass, and the remains of her panties, still clinging around her waist. Farther down were the remains of her pantyhose, ripped, and shredded on her calves.

"Push your tits out," Rose said.

Gillian hurried to obey, pushing her lovely tit mounds out over the tabletop, her fingers wriggling in the bonds that held them. She gasped, as the strap tightened around her neck. She pulled her hands back up to allow herself to breathe.

It was horrible, degrading, to have to stand there as Dean and Rose ran their hands over her body. Her body was luscious. Her long legs curved from slim ankles to shapely calves and trim knees. The curves of her thighs led upward to the tight swell of her ass and the mound of her pussy, which hid the secrets of her cunt in its deep folds. Her hips curved into a slim waist, then on up to a wonderful pair of tits.

Her nipples were hard, her aureoles lightly covered. And her face, though red with shame, was still soft and beautiful, alluring in its innocence.

"Well, baby, you're worth it; worth every moment," Rose murmured, sliding her hand over Gillian's tits.

She pressed her hips into Gillian's ass, and the feel of the woman's expensive leather garment sent a shiver through Gillian, even before she felt the heat of Rose's cunt, burning right through the dress and into her flesh.

Dean worked one of Gillian's nipples, pulling at it, rolling it hard, until Gillian gave a moan of pain.

"Don't you love that?" Rose whispered, tightening her grip on Gillian's other nipple. Her hips pressed even harder against Gillian's ass, forcing Gillian's pussy into the table edge.

Gillian sobbed. "Yes, yes! I like it!"

"Do you like this?" Rose whispered, sliding her fingernails over Gillian's nipple; biting in hard, until the bound blonde writhed.

"Yes, I like it!" Gillian wailed, pain throbbing out of her nipple, her arms struggling to get free, yet only tightening the strap around her neck.

"Good," Rose purred, then slid her hand down Gillian's back.

Gillian trembled and bit her lip. She couldn't take any more of the whip, but the idea of having another woman's hands on her ass was almost more than she could stand. On top of that, Dean's fingers were still working her nipple and something really horrible was going on close beside her, as Alda worked the cook's stiff cock right into her throat.

"Hey, big boy, you really can get it up," Alda crooned, holding his cock in her skillful fingers.

"Told you," he gasped, then slid his rock-hard fucker right between Alda's lips until it was all in her mouth and throat, and her wicked little tongue flicked out over his balls.