Chapter 3
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 dim 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 be 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.
"Spread your legs!"
Annabelle sobbed, but she slid her hands over the polished surface of the table, spreading her thighs wide open.
Kirby reached out, his hand sliding over her thighs, moving over her flesh, caressing her as if she were a slave for sale. She trembled as his hand ran inside the wide opening of her tap pants and slid toward her soft blonde pussy.
"No!" She twisted away, falling onto the table. Suddenly Lee grabbed her arms. He held her for a second, then reached for the collar and used that to throw her down on her back onto the shining surface. She screamed as he slid onto the table behind her.
Kirby took her legs and lifted them back over her head. Then Lee took them and leaned, forcing them wide open and down until the toes of her high heels touched the table top. She was helpless again, bent double, her ass sticking over the end of the table, her feet pinned by Lee as he knelt over her head.
She sobbed as she looked up at him. He was slightly older than Kirby and still dressed in his business suit. His tie was gone, and his shirt was open, but that was all. He grinned at her, and she wept as she noticed the thick bulge in his pants, only inches from her face.
Then the cat lashed into her ass.
"First of all," Kirby said as her screams died away, "you never pull away-ever-no matter what any of us want to do. This is what happens if you do."
Annabelle's screams rang from the walls as Kirby whipped her sore ass, beating the cat into it until she was wailing and moaning, struggling helplessly in Lee's strong grasp. Her ass beat up and down over the table edge, and her legs trembled with each blow.
"Nooo, help me! Stop!" Annabelle wept, the agony surging out of her whipped ass.
"Got that?" Kirby said finally, letting the cat drop.
"Yes," Annabelle sniveled.
"Good, now to show that you have, undo Lee's pants and take his cock out-the poor guy's fit to bust."
Annabelle choked. Lee knelt over her, thrusting his cock closer to her face with each second. She had to obey, there was no way out. She reached up, her fingers almost out of control and tried to hold the top of his zipper. Finally she got it to move and pulled it down, over the massive bulge of his cock.
She could hear the rising moans of Zoe and Patrick as she timidly reached into Lee's pants and felt for his cock. The touch of it made her shiver. It was massive and throbbed as she touched it. She gasped, tears rushing to her eyes as she found that she could only just get her hand around the thick shaft.
"Take it out," Kirby said.
"Oh God," Annabelle whispered, but she did as she was told. She pulled at the enormous pillar of flesh, easing it slowly out of Lee's pants until she could see the full length of it, and that made her even more scared. It thrust over her face, the round cock-head throbbing and pulsing, purplish with the engorged blood. The shaft was thick and curved slightly upward, pulling at her hand.
"That's nice," Lee said, "just keep it like that, honey, just like that."
He grinned and thrust his cock over her face.
"You like to suck cock?"
"Oh please, not that," Annabelle Whispered. Lee laughed. "Would you rather take cum all over your face?"
Kirby's hand ran over her thighs again. She trembled, but managed to hold still as he worked his way into her tap pants and caressed her pussy.
"Now tell me how much you love that," he said as he slid a finger down the crack of Annabelle's cunt.
"Please," she begged, "don't make me do that."
She suddenly shrieked as Kirby took his hand away and she saw him raising the cat.
"Yes, I love it!" she screamed, but it didn't stop the whip.
It lashed right into her pussy, beating the silk pants into the puffy flesh of her cunt. The agony was terrible, shooting out, burning down her legs as she heaved, trying to escape the grasp of Lee's hands.
"Ooohhh, please! Do what you like!" she screamed as the cat lashed down, whipping her cunt, driving her mad with pain. She gripped Lee's cock, pulling at the strong pillar of fuckmeat in her agony.
"Hey, do that again," Lee said. "She goes wild on my cock."
The cat lashed into Annabelle's helpless cunt once more.
"Aaagghhhh! I'll do what you want! Please, I'll do it!" Annabelle twisted Lee's cock, her fingers gripping as hard as she could, but it only excited him more.
"Again!" be yelled, thrusting his cock over her face. "Hey this is great!"
Annabelle screamed, puffing at his cock, her fingers digging into his rock-hard flesh.
"Beg me to rip your pants off and fuck you!" Kirby shouted, lashing the cat into her pussy, driving the pants into her cunt until the outline of Annabelle's cunt-mound could be clearly seen.
"Aaaahhh, no!" Annabelle screamed. She heaved up on the table, the pain erupting from her pussy with each beat of the cat, driving her almost insane with agony.
"Beg me, whore, I've had enough of your pissing around," Kirby snarled, lashing her again.
Annabelle's screams drowned the rising moans of Zoe and Patrick as they both climbed toward the peaks of their orgasms. Annabelle thrust up on the table, her Pussy throbbing with pain, her hands pulling, twisting at Lee's cock. The cat lashed her pussy Once more and she knew she couldn't take it.
"Yes, yes!" she screamed. "You can do what you want, please, stop it!"
"Tell me exactly," Kirby said.
"You can, t-take my p-panties off and fuck me!" Annabelle sobbed.
In the chair, Zoe lurched up and gave a great scream of release as she came, thrusting up and down on Patrick's cock. "Yeahhhh, Yeaaahhh! Ooohhh, come on lover, fill me up with cum, come on, ohhh fuck, fill me!"
Kirby's hand reached into the wide-open leg of Annabelle's tap pants and his finger played up and down her pussy-crack "How would you like to suck Lee's cock while I fuck you?"
In the chair, Patrick heaved his cock deep into Zoe's cunt, lifting them both off the seat as the Cum boiled in his balls and surged down his throbbing cock-shaft.
"You got it babe!" he yelled. "Here it comes, lots of cum for you, ohhhh fuck, fuck!"
He moaned, tightening his fingers on Zoe's small nipples as he heaved in the chair and the first jet of cum shot out of his cock deep in her cunt.
That triggered another orgasm in the hungry bitch. Zoe screamed, thrusting downwards, her pussy flooding with cum, her cunt-walls throbbing, sucking the very last of the jism out of his balls.
Her little slip bounced all over the place as the two of them clung together, cum pouring out of Patrick's cock, oozing from Zoe's cunt with each frantic heave she made.
But Annabelle hardly heard them. All she was aware of was the soft stroke of Kirby's finger over her pussy-lips and the massive cock inches from her face. It was the most horrible choice of her life. To take a man's cock in her mouth or face another whipping. But, even then she couldn't give in, just lie there sobbing.
"You're a stupid bitch," Kirby said softly. He took his finger away and Annabelle gave another deep sob as she felt his hand traveling up her body, reaching for her tits under the slip and her bra.
Still Annabelle couldn't give in. She wept, her body shaking as Kirby's hands reached the neck of her slip and slid gently along it.
"Last chance," he said.
Zoe gave a final scream of lust and fell back against Patrick, her body shaking, her pussy still sucking around his oozing cock. She slid her hand down and caressed her pussy and the slowly softening mass of Patrick's cock as it still moved slowly an inch or so in and out of her fuck-hole.
"Yeah, lover!" Patrick sighed. He caressed her small, thrusting tits, feeling the hard nipple buds. "Reckon you can get me hard again by the time they've finished with her?"
"Why?" Zoe pouted. "Wanna fuck her?"
"You bet," he said.
"Only if you make her suck my Pussy at the same time," Zoe said.
Annabelle didn't hear her words, she was terrified, waiting as Kirby's hands moved over the neckline of her slip.
"You got it," Patrick said and Zoe gave a grin, sliding off his cock and down on her knees between his legs. She took his softening cock and licked it clean, gently caressing the slowly jerking flesh.
"Watch it and enjoy," she crooned.
Annabelle jumped and screamed as Kirby tore her slip wide open at the neck.
"No!" she wailed. "Please, no!"
He ripped again, tearing the silk to the waist, throwing the sides apart and reaching for her bra. "You don't learn fast enough!"
"Please, no, don't make me suck his cock," Annabelle wept, still holding onto the iron-hard cock-pole with all her might.
Kirby's fingers reached for the cups of her bra.
"Noooo, please!" Annabelle wept. "No, please-ooohhhh!"
Kirby's powerful hands ripped at her bra. The clasp went and the two cups tore apart, revealing Annabelle's luscious tits for the first time.
"Sheeeit!" Lee said as he watched Kirby pushing the bra cups aside, and then the remains of Annabelle's slip. "If I'd known they were that good, I'd have insisted we get her here weeks ago."
They were indeed lovely tits. Large, soft, heavy, the nipples hard and crinkled, the areolas large and reddish. The curves of the two mounds drew apart a little under their weight, but they still stood out proudly from Annabelle's body.
"Get me the smaller cat," Kirby said.
"No!" Annabelle shrieked, still not believing what he was going to do. "No, you wouldn't do that, no!"
"You don't learn fast, kid," Kirby said, "not fast enough."
Hilary gave another whip to Kirby. It was a smaller cat, but the tails were just as tightly knotted and it looked just as agonizing.
Kirby drew it softly over Annabelle's tits.
"You're going to get ten strokes. If you haven't begged to suck Lee's cock by then, you get ten more, and so on. Then I get to your pants."
Annabelle was in a daze, she couldn't believe what she saw. She strained against Lee's hands as they held her legs wide open and down on the table top. He didn't seem tired of holding her ankles, making sure she stayed still for Kirby.
The cat lashed across her tits, digging tiny Points of darker red into the soft white of her flesh. Her tits bounced, jumping once and then settling down again.
"One," Kirby said as he lashed her again. "Two."
"Uuurrrggghghh! NOooooo!" Annabelle screamed, staring at the horrible cat as it lashed into her soft mounds. "Noooo! Aaaaagghh"
"Three."
The blow concentrated the knots of the cat around her tight nipple, beating Surging agony into her flesh, driving her wild with pain as she heaved on the table top. The thrust of her legs at each blow actually lifted them off the table, despite all that Lee could do. She screamed at her tormentors, her tits bouncing around in flaming pain.
"Yes, yes, I'll suck his cock!" she screamed, overwhelmed by the pain.
"That's good," Kirby said.
The cat stopped as Annabelle gave a last wail of pain and dropped to the table top, her body bathed in sweat. She stared at her tits, a crimson mass of whipped flesh, the points of the knots overlapping all over her swelling tit-mounds.
Lee moved, dragging her body with him. He pulled her to the curving end of the oval table, until he could drop to the floor and pull her head over the edge, still allowing her ass to stick over the end of the other side. He pushed harder on her ankles, forcing her feet below the level of the table top. Now his cock was pointing right at her mouth, the swollen cock-head touching her lips.
"Hold it and lick it," he said.
Trembling, her body burning with pain, Annabelle kept her hands on his cock and held the cock-head close to her lips. Then, for the first time in her life, she licked her tongue out and felt it run over the hard warm flesh.