Nathan Silvers - Lash the librarian!

"Oh, I'm coming, cominnnnnggggg!" she screeched and her ass shot up, her pussy spasmed and fresh juices poured from her cunt, spreading into her panties with each blow of the whip. She suddenly collapsed to the floor, moaning in ecstasy, her ass heaving at the floor. "Ooohhh, Patrick, tear them off me! Then fuck me, please, I wanna fuck!"

Without saying anything, Patrick leaned over the moaning girl. He reached down and took a handful of her white panties, running his hands under them, over her throbbing ass. His cock was as stiff as an iron rod again as he ripped the already frayed material, puffing it away from Zoe's red, whipped ass. She screamed with delight, then rolled and got up, grabbing Patrick's cock, pushing him into a chair. There she straddled him at once, her back to him, holding his cock, taking it to the throbbing entrance of her wet pussy. She stayed just long enough to lift her maid's dress out of the way, then sank her hot cunt over his cock, sliding down the length of the shaft until the whole of the thick monster was inside her. She leaned back against him, her pussy sucking softly at his prick.

"Oohhhh, that's wonderful," she sighed.

Patrick grinned as he unzipped her maid's dress. He started to lift it, working it up her willing body, over her waist, where she undid the lacy strap, then over her head until she could drop it away. She moaned with delight as he undid the little button at the top of her slip and ran his hands over her small, thrusting tits, caressing the tiny mounds as she crooned with lust.

Annabelle shuddered as she saw Kirby coming up to her. He carried the cat and brushed it over her painful and throbbing ass.

"Got a bit sidetracked, didn't we?" he asked. "As I remember, we were about to persuade you to get up on the table and take your clothes off."

Annabelle burst into fresh tears. She couldn't do that, whatever they did to her. And yet she now knew how much pain there would be if she refused.

"Are you ready to do as I say?" Kirby asked.

"No, stop it, let me go!" Annabelle wept, her ass cringing at the expected blow. She grabbed at the chain as Zoe had done, trying to pull it loose, but to no avail.

Kirby ran his hands over her ass, making Annabelle cringe at the degrading touch. "Just let me know when you're ready to behave."

Annabelle stared through her legs at Zoe and Patrick as they fucked in the chair, watching her; Patrick's fingers tightened on Zoe's nipples as she giggled and thrust her pussy up and down harder on his cock.

Then Annabelle saw the leather tails of the cat swinging down at her and she screamed, the scream rising to a shriek of pain as the whip cut into her ass-flesh.

It felt as if she was being beaten by a thousand points of pain as the knots of the tails bit into her flesh, lashing through her tap pants and sending surges of agony all over her. She screamed, jerking on the bar as the cat swung in again, slashing her ass.

"Noooo!" she wailed, jerking and jumping on the bar, her ass erupting with agony. "Stop it, stop, stop!"

Relentlessly the cat cut in, lashing her ass until she was screaming continuously, her body pounding against the bar, exploding with the constant agony in her flesh. She knew she couldn't take it, that the pain was too much and she would have to give in. She collapsed, writhing with horror and shame, her body burning with the unbelievable rising pain. The cat cut into her ass once more.

"All right, all right, I'll do it!"

Annabelle wept quietly as Kirby undid the bonds. He unclipped the chain and she straightened up.

"Now, get your clothes put right," Kirby said sharply. "You're about to give a performance."

Annabelle wanted to scream, but the cat in his hand reminded her of the penalty for that. Still sobbing a little, and terrified out of her mind, she straightened her jacket, pulled her blouse right, trying to avoid the wet patch that was the remains of Patrick's cum, and finally pulled her skirt into the right position.

"Up on the table," Kirby said.

A part of her still wouldn't believe the horror was real as she walked over to the large, oval, shiny-topped table. They were all there, watching her. Zoe and Patrick slowly fucked in the chair, Zoe gasping with the endless gushes of her climaxes. Patrick was grinning, thrusting his hard cock deep into her hot pussy.

Hilary sat back, still running her fingers over her panties, while her other hand played with Antony's cock which she had taken out of his pants. He was gurgling in lust as he watched the blonde librarian hesitate, trying to see how she should get up on the table.

"Here," he said and got up from his chair, offering it for Annabelle to get up on. It was a strange gesture, almost friendly, and Annabelle blushed, her mind spinning with the mixture of emotions she suffered. She put one foot on the chair and he helped her up onto the table. Then he pulled it back and sat down again.

Kirby dimmed the lights, leaving the one beside the table on, showing Annabelle, helpless, posed on the wooden top.

She gazed around at them, half hidden in the dinner light. She could see that they were all concentrating on her and the blood rushed to her head, making her lovely features even more beautiful as she blushed.

"Walk," Kirby said. "Up and down, let me see you move."

He leaned on the table top, the cat a cruel reminder of Annabelle's helplessness. She turned, dizzy with fear and walked slowly up and down the table, four paces one way, four the other, all the time being watched by their eyes.

"Take your jacket off," Kirby said.

Annabelle stopped and moaned as she reached for the buttons of her dark coat. It came off easily and she dropped it to Kirby's hand, watching as he laid it over a chair.

"Hmmm," Kirby said, walking around the cowering girl on the table. "The skirt next."

In a nightmare of fear, Annabelle reached for the clasp of her skirt, unclipping it with trembling fingers, letting the woolen garment slide down her legs, revealing her ass and her long legs showing through the thin material of her slip.

"Now the blouse."

"Oh please," Annabelle whispered.

The cat tails lashed onto the table top close to her feet and she jumped with terror. "The blouse!" Kirby snapped.

Annabelle didn't hesitate any longer. Her hand went up to the buttons of the blouse and managed to open the top one. The blouse opened, showing the creamy white of her throat. Her fingers twitching almost out of control, she pulled the next button open, allowing them to see the top of her slip and the tiny white bra underneath.

"Don't stop," Kirby said.

Annabelle reached for the next button. She could see Zoe heaving on Patrick's cock while, in the dim light, his fingers played with her tits, squeezing them, drawing endless moans of pleasure from the little nympho. And Hilary's hand was slowly moving up and down Antony's cock, stroking the big hunk of meat as they both watched.

The button came open, showing the full beauty of Annabelle's lacy slip and the curves of her body below the swelling tits. The last one came open and Annabelle wrestled with the ones at her wrists, desperately trying to force them open.

Kirby stood watching. Finally the wrist buttons came open and Annabelle let the blouse slide down her arms and onto the table top.

Kirby picked it up and tossed it onto the chair with the rest of her clothes.

"Okay," he said, "now slide that slip all the way up over your ass and let's get a good look at your legs."

Annabelle stifled another bout of tears. She knew she had a great pair of legs, enough men had told her. She played on that, wearing four inch heels. But that was all she had ever meant to do, show her body off, and now she was trapped. She looked at the cat in Kirby's hand and reached down, working the slip up, over her creamy white thighs, showing her stocking tops and the lacy suspender straps that held them up.