Nathan Silvers - Lash the librarian!

Annabelle gave an unearthly scream and clung to the floor, her ass still circling, seeking the whip that had stopped. Just as with her first orgasm, it wasn't finished, she wanted more. She broke into hysterical sobs. She couldn't accept that she wanted this degradation. Then she would have to beg for this all the time, just to get satisfaction. The thought was too horrible to think about. Still she moaned and sobbed on the floor, her fingers buried in her cunt.

Antony stood, his hand still stroking his cock, his eyes glassy. "Get up and clean me off!"

Annabelle crawled to him on hands and knees, her body shaking, demanding, crawling with pain. She knelt up, licked at the remains of cum running down his cock and over his fingers. She could feel his jism running in her ass and over her pussy as she sucked him. In a dream, she took his hand and licked it clean, then took his cock, sucking it, cleaning off the last of the cum. His thick prick had hardly gone down at all, and she felt the soft caresses she gave it already sending new life back into it.

He took her blonde hair and pulled her face up to his. "You see what a whore you are?"

"Ooohhh, please no, don't," Annabelle wept. Her body shook with desire, with pain, all mingled until she didn't know which was which.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I can wait."

He pulled her head back a little more.

"Now for the treat I promised you." He dropped her hair and went over to a chair, picking up the collar. "Put it on."

This time Annabelle didn't protest. She put the collar on, tightening it to his instructions until it was tight enough, but allowed her to breathe. Her hands trembled as she obediently clipped the chain into the ring of the collar and followed Antony out of the bathroom and downstairs again.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Hilary demanded as Antony led Annabelle in. She had taken off her dress and blouse and wore only a short slip. The men were all naked now, though Patrick wore a robe, out of which his cock stuck like a massive skewer.

"Thank God you got here," he said. "Your wife and daughter were about to rape us."

"She's all yours," Antony said, spinning Annabelle towards the table. "But first she had a treat. Zoe, come here and clean her ass out."

"Ooooohhh, shit!" Zoe snarled. She got up, her little slip crumpled, cum running down the insides of her thighs. "Shit, you shoot over every ass you can get your hands on."

"Get on with it," Antony said, "or I'll warm your ass while you do it."

Annabelle hadn't really understood what they were saying, but what happened then sent her into fits of further horror.

"Oh, would you, Daddy?" Zoe asked. She came up to her father and slid her stockinged leg up his thigh, caressing his cock as she passed. She clung to him, taking his cock in her skillful fingers and playing with it. "Would you do that? Whip me, oohh, let me have the dildo while you do it, please, that would be great." She caressed Antony's cock, her hands stroking it back to the marble hardness of before.

"You," Antony said to Annabelle, "over the table, your treat is coming up."

But Annabelle was frozen to the spot. She stared at the scene as Zoe slid her leg over her father's thigh and caressed his rock-hard prick.

Zoe turned to Annabelle. "What? Don't you understand?"

She pouted, licking her lips.

"You sucked him off in the bathroom while he pissed, didn't you? Just like this."

Annabelle gave a muffled scream as she watched Zoe drop slowly to her knees and hold her father's cock while she slid her soft pouting lips over his cock-head. Zoe grinned at Annabelle as she sucked, her eyes bright with lust. She eased her mouth up until she was just licking Antony's rock-hard cock-head.

"Didn't you ever want to do this to your daddy?"

Annabelle almost fainted at the suggestion. She fell to her knees and wept at the sight, the little nymph sucking her father's cock.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't bring him off," Zoe said. "Not yet. You might even lick his cum out of my ass later, how would you like that?"

Annabelle gasped and crouched on the floor, her mind spinning with the terrible horror she saw all around her. But the men were all laughing and Hilary smiled, rubbing the hem of her slip gently over her pussy as she watched. The men all had hard-ons, and Annabelle knew they had been waiting for her.

"Up and lean over the table for your treat," Antony said.

Annabelle crawled toward the door as if she had any hope of getting there. The cat stopped her, lashing across her ass. She dropped to the floor, sobbing her heart out.

"Get up," Hilary snapped, the cat swinging in her hand.

Annabelle turned, her fear and honor fusing into a terrible rage. She crawled up, he legs shaky, her body heaving with passion. "You whore!" she yelled at Hilary, and slapped her across the face. "You can let your daughter do that? Fuck, you're the worst pervert in the world."

She struck at Hilary again, but Kirby grabbed her wrist and twisted her to her knees.

Everybody laughed at that and Annabelle sobbed even louder.

"So, she had a treat coming?" Hilary asked.

"Yeah," Antony said lazily as he held Zoe's head to his cock and let her suck it gently. "She's come a long way."

"Not far enough," Hilary snapped. "For the treat she can wear clamps. Get them."

Annabelle didn't know what she was referring to. She knelt on the floor, struggling against Kirby's strong grip.

He reached down and took hold of her tits, stroking them, pinching the nipples. They were already hard and standing out, and, under his fingers, they began to get even harder.

"Ever worn clamps?" he asked. "You're in for a real treat. Here, suck it."

Before Annabelle could move, he had twisted her around and slammed his cock into her mouth.

She choked and sucked, but it wasn't for long. Her head was pulled away and there was Hilary, standing over her with two tiny metal clamps in her hands. They looked terrifying to Annabelle, with their little jaws and the screws that would tighten them.

"Hold her," Hilary said.

Kirby grabbed the librarian's elbows and pulled them hard behind her back.

Annabelle struggled, but it was no use. Hilary took the chain around her neck and rattled it.

"You stay still, whore," she said, "you're going to get your treat, but it's gonna hurt, you got that, it's going to hurt, real bad."

Annabelle watched Hilary move one of the little metal clamps and slide it over her right nipple. "No, please, don't do that, I didn't mean it, I'll be good!"

Hilary smiled at her. "You've got to learn, whore."

She screwed the clamp a little and the teeth squeezed Annabelle's nipple.

"When I've put these on, you're going to lean over the table and my daughter is going to lick all that nasty cum out of your ass and pussy, won't that be nice?"

"Ooohhh, God!" Annabelle shuddered, staring at the tiny clamp hanging from her nipple. The pain was low, but she knew there was more.

Hilary twisted the clamp again and the teeth bit harder, digging into Annabelle's flesh. "Hurting, bitch?"

"Please, no more, please!"

Hilary twisted again and pain rushed out of Annabelle's tit.

"Please, stop, I'll do whatever you want!"

Hilary twisted again and Annabelle screamed, heaving against Kirby's hands, agony rushing all over her.

"Nooooo! Stop please!"

"Now the second one," Hilary said and slid the other clamp over Annabelle's left nipple.

Annabelle twisted the clamp and the jaws bit into the helpless blonde's flesh. Her nipples burned with searing pain as Hilary tightened first one and then the other until Annabelle was screaming and bucking against Kirby, her tits one mass of pain.

Annabelle twisted, her nipples feeling as if they were crushed, her tits burning with pain.