Nathan Silvers - Lash the librarian!

For her part, Annabelle kept her face down all the time, trying to think of some way out of the horror. Finally it was done, even the table cloth had been taken off, revealing the polished wooden surface underneath.

Zoe stood by her mother, her legs spread wide, her hand up, under her dress, rubbing her hot little cunt.

"You really are the most disgustingly horny bitch I ever saw," said Hilary softly. "But I suppose, with your father and me as models, well…"

She spread her hands and smiled and there was a ripple of laughter around the table.

"Are you ready now?" Hilary asked.

"You bet," Kirby said.

"Great," Hilary said. "I think it's time to ask our guest to get up on the table and take her clothes off for us, how about that?"

Annabelle screamed with fear and the men yelled with delight, all of them turning to look at her.

"No, don't be stupid, let me go!" Annabelle gasped as she tried to stand up again.

Instantly Kirby grabbed her and twisted her to face him.

"I told you," he said softly, holding her chin, "you're gonna stay and fuck me. And a lot of other people."

"You won't do that!" Annabelle gasped. "That's illegal, I'll see you all in prison if you rape me!"

"Oh no," he said, "you'll beg for everything we do, you just wait."

Annabelle didn't really understand the threat, but it made her shiver with another burst of unholy terror.

"Come on," Zoe said, running her hands over her thighs. "Get her on the fuckin' thing, I wanna get laid."

She went over to Patrick and slid onto his knee, casing her short dress up and spreading her legs. She nuzzled his chest and slowly opened the buttons of his shirt.

"Oooohhh, baby, finger-fuck me while they tie that bitch up." She spread her thighs wider and Patrick slowly worked his hands above her stocking tops and to the wet crotch of her panties. Grinning at her as she peeled his shirt away, he slid his finger inside the sopping wet briefs and caressed Zoe's throbbing little cunt.

Annabelle shivered with terror as Lee came up and took her from Kirby, holding her arms tightly behind her back. Kirby smiled and played with the top button of her blouse as he smiled at her.

"No, let me go, let me go!" Annabelle screamed, struggling against Lee as he pulled her elbows tighter together in the small of her back.

"Oh, don't worry," he said, "I won't touch you until you beg me to."

He laughed and went into the other room. Desperation filled Annabelle, she knew what was in there. She broke into sobs, struggling, tearing at the iron hands that held her.

"I'll report you!" she screamed. "This is rape!"

"Shut up," Hilary said easily, swinging off her chair and walking over, her hips swaying. "You're far too valuable to leave in that fucking library. Fuck, you've got a body on you that gives any decent man a hard-on just to look at you, and you're gonna learn how to use it. We're going to teach you what you've been missing."

"No!" Annabelle screamed, but it wasn't directed at Hilary. She had seen what Kirby held in his hand as he entered the room. The whip was different from the one Patrick had used on Zoe – a leather-handled cat, with many long, thin, knotted tails to it. It swung from his hand as he walked. But the collar was the same, a studded, wide leather collar that filled Annabelle with even more fear than before.

"Naughty girls have to wear collars," Kirby said with a low laugh as he slid the thick leather around Annabelle's neck.

Annabelle gave the greatest heave she could, but Lee held her and Kirby got the collar on, puffing on it as Patrick had with Zoe, until it was tight, but Annabelle could still breathe. She sobbed as Kirby went over and picked up the chain, returning with it, clipping it to the metal ring in her collar. He pulled on the chain and Annabelle lurched forward, dropping her purse to the floor.

"Now, be a good girl and bend over," Kirby said. "It'll save you a lot of pain."

Annabelle wept. She lunged at him, but he just took hold of her arms and twisted her around again, so that she faced the bar. She screamed as Lee took the chain and the two of them hustled her over and pushed her at the horrible thing.

"You bastards, stop it, nooooo!" Annabelle yelled as she felt the padded bar pushing against her waist. She tried her best, but she couldn't stop them pushing her down, over the bar, Lee pulling on the chain and Kirby pushing her from behind.

Sobbing and screamimg every inch of the way, Annabelle was pushed face down over the bar. She tried to kick at Kirby, but he avoided every feeble jerk of her high-heeled shoes. Tenor rose in her as she saw Lee wrapping the chain around the base of the apparatus, then locking it in place, so that she couldn't untie it. She felt Kirby take hold of her ankle, pulling her legs open as he heaved her foot toward the side of the apparatus.

"Stop it, you beast, stop!" she wailed, but nothing helped.

Smiling, Kirby lashed Annabelle's ankle to the side bar of the apparatus and went for the other one.

Annabelle reached through, tried to grab his hands and stop him. Swiftly he caught her wrists, then held both of them in one of his hands as he leaned in a bit and caressed Annabelle's horrified face.

"Do you know what I'll do if you try that again?" he asked.

Annabelle stared at his handsome face from her upside-down view. The blood was rushing to her face and she could see that her skirt had ridden up, almost to the tops of her stockings.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

He slapped her across the face, hard, his palms lashing into her cheek.

Annabelle was too stunned to react. She reached for her cheek as he let her wrists go and caressed the painful tingling there. Tears filled her eyes, but she just stayed where she was as Kirby lashed her other ankle to the far side of the apparatus. Then he stepped back.

Annabelle knew how she looked. Her lovely shapely legs were stretched wide apart, her skirt well up her thighs. Her ass stuck up high in the air on the bar, the perfect target. And her face was pulled way down, almost to the floor by the chain from the collar. She gasped a little as she struggled with it.

Suddenly there was Zoe above her, holding Patrick by his cock as she grinned down at the bound librarian. She had stripped Patrick and he stood there with his thick cock-rod sticking out like a flagpole.

"See this?" Zoe cooed, dropping to her knees and caressing the massive fucker. "This is a cock. Men stick them up your hole and they shoot lots of thick creamy cum. We're gonna show you how to treat a cock right, how to look after it properly. Like this."

With a low gasp of lust, Zoe sank her sensual lips around the swollen cock-shaft and began sucking on it gently.

Patrick groaned and ran his hands through Zoe's hair, his cock thrusting hard at her soft mouth.

"Don't do that for too long, honey!" he moaned. "I'll shoot, you know what whipping you does to me!"

"Oooo, yesss," Zoe whispered, running her soft lips around the swollen head of his cock. She licked at his cock gently, sliding her hand over the throbbing pole. "Maybe I should, then you'll fuck me longer, won't you?"

He gasped as her skillful fingers played with his cock-shaft. "You get it hard again, baby, I'll fuck the shit outta you."

"You might have to spank me," Zoe sighed, her tongue running over his heaving prick, "particularly if I shoot it all over this bitch, wouldn't that be naughty of me?"

Patrick moaned as Zoe's mouth slid slowly down his cock, swallowing it inch by inch. He stood, his legs spread, his ass jerking as the sexy little Zoe sucked his heaving fuckerod. He ran his fingers through Zoe's dark hair, holding her willing mouth over his cock.

Annabelle didn't believe what she heard and saw. Close above her, in her sexy maid's outfit, Zoe sucked Patrick's cock deep into her throat. Annabelle could even see Zoe's throat muscles bulge as she took the head of the monstrous thing in, sucking the fucker while her hands played with Patrick's balls, urging him on.