Chapter 5
"Untie her," Hilary said.
Annabelle rolled on the floor as the ropes came off, her legs aching, her whole body wracked with pain. But even that wasn't as bad as the humiliation she felt. She had been whipped, abused and raped; and she had come, had an orgasm right in front of her tormentors. She would never be able to live that down.
"Stand up!" Hilary snapped, taking hold of the thin rod. She waited as the quivering librarian staggered to her feet and stood in front of them all in just her torn slip, bra and stockings.
"Take that slip and bra off," Hilary added.
Mechanically, her head throbbing with shame and lingering agony, Annabelle slid the straps of her slip down under her arms and let the torn garment fall to the floor. Her bra was even easier, it just fell off. All she had left on were her stockings, and her lacy suspender belt. And the horrible collar.
"Patrick wants to fuck her," Zoe said as she licked at his cock-head, holding his shaft in her hand. "And I want my pussy sucked at the same time if he gets her."
She pouted and worked her mouth deeper onto his stiff rod, running one of her hands shamelessly into her pussy.
"I want to go to the bathroom," Annabelle said defiantly. She saw Kirby and Lee, resting in two chairs, grinning at her. And there was Antony, standing watching. He gave no sign of any interest, just stared, his eyes running up and down her naked, whipped body.
"Bathroom is a special privilege," Hilary said. "For that you have to bend over and take six strokes on your ass. Is it worth that?"
"You bitch!" Annabelle screamed. "You lousy bitch!" She fell to the floor as Hilary lashed her with the thin cane, right across her tight ass, sending surging agony over her.
"Get me the cat," Hilary said, handing Antony the caned.
"Nooooo! You bitch!" Annabelle screamed. She twisted, tried to get up and run away, but a single thrust of Hilary's foot sent her tumbling again, rolling on the carpet.
"You obviously need some discipline," Hilary snarled, taking the cat from Antony and advancing on the librarian. "I think you can call me mistress from now on, and all the men, sir, got that?"
The cat lashed across Annabelle's thighs and ass and she screamed, trying to roll away.
The cat whipped her tits as she turned, sending her crawling across the floor, weeping and screaming as the cat chased her, lashing her into a corner where she cowered, trying once again to cover her tits with her arms. "Now," Hilary said, standing close, breathing heavily. "Let's try it. What do you call me?"
Annabelle saw that it was no use. She couldn't take the pain. And she desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
"Mistress!" she sobbed.
"Okay, and what do you call the men?"
"Sir!" Annabelle wept, tears rolling down her face.
"Now, you're going to fuck everybody here as many times as they want," Hilary said. "So you might as well get used to it. Now, is it worth six strokes on your ass to use the bathroom?"
"Don't, no, please, I can't hold it in, please," Annabelle whispered, the pain in her bladder getting worse with each second.
"Then is it worth six strokes, or do I let Zoe and Patrick loose on you?" Hilary demanded.
Annabelle sobbed. "I-I'll do it all over the floor!"
The cat lashed her across the back and she screamed.
"What did you say?"
"I'll do it all Over the floor!" Annabelle howled. "I don't want to, I just can't hold it-aaagghhh! Please, no!"
"You forgot something," Hilary Snarled, lashing her hard across her shoulders.
"Mistress, mistress!" Annabelle screamed. "I don't mean to do it, mistress, but I-"
"Then is it worth six strokes of the whip?" Hilary demanded "Because if you do piss on my carpet, you'll live to regret it."
She waited, stroking the cat through her fingers.
Annabelle sobbed in desperation. She had to relieve herself and she knew that Hilary's threats were real ones. "Yes, mistress! Yes, it's worth six strokes!"
"Good, now get up and bend over and hold your ankles," Hilary said. "Antony will do it."
Annabelle trembled all over as she rolled and managed to stand up. Her bitter shame was getting worse and she could see that Kirby and Lee already had their cocks hard again as they watched her humiliation.
Antony appeared in front of her, the thin cane in his hand. "Bend over. That way, so we can all see your ass."
Annabelle bent at the waist, the pain in her bladder now worse than the pain from the whips. She spread her legs in their high heels and gripped her ankles as she was told to do. She waited there as they all came closer to watch her punishment.
Antony laid the cane across her ass, just touching it lightly. For the first time Annabelle saw that his cock was hard, thrusting out against the front of his pants. It looked enormous to her.
The cane swept up, and beat down across her sore ass. She screamed.
The cane twitched on her ass and she closed her eyes, waiting for it again.
"Oooooh," Zoe said suddenly as she licked and caressed Patrick's cock. "My baby's getting all horny again, he needs to get rid of another load."
"Tough," Antony said. He turned to his daughter. "You keep him hard until we're ready. If he comes and you can't get him back up, you know what happens."
"Yes, Daddy," Zoe said, pouting and stroking her pussy. "I just want to watch him fuck that bitch."
"Plenty of time," Antony said. "Two." The surprise and the pain nearly made Annabelle let go of her ankles. She rocked and she screamed, but managed to hold her balance as the pain soared out of her ass and down her stretched legs.
Antony lashed the cane across her taut ass again and again.
"Aaaaggghhh! Ooohhh, fuck!" Annabelle screamed, her body rocking, her feet bracing to try and keep herself upright. She trembled, her knees buckled and she only just held herself together.
Then Annabelle's legs. went to jelly. She fell to her knees, her ass ringing with pain, her bladder on the point of bursting.
"Get up," Antony said. "Put one hand on her knee and slide the other one over your pussy."
Annabelle gasped. They were trying to drive her humiliation to the utmost. She desperately had to pee, she really couldn't hold it in much longer so she did what he said instantly.
"Rub it, bitch, come on, masturbate for us," Antony said, tapping her ass with the cane.
Annabelle was so desperate for the bathroom that she worked her fingers over her cut.
To her added horror, there was an instant spark of arousal from her pussy as she stroked it. Her fingers ran over her cut, feeling the dampness of her pussy-juices and Kirby's cum, and her cunt responded, trembling with a dark lust she hated herself for feeling. And it was all made worse by the pressure of her desperate desire to pee.
The cane whipped her, driving the agony into the sparks of lust from her fingers, mixing it all into an unbearable surge of degraded passion.
"Five. Tell us how you feel," Antony said, lashing the cane across her ass.
"H-how do you mean, sir?" Annabelle groaned.
"If you get the right answer, you have only one stroke to go," Antony said, holding the cane on her ass.
"I-I'm feeling fine, sir!" Annabelle gasped. "But I have to go to the bathroom, please, sir!"
The cane slid down into the crack of her ass and then farther until it touched her fingers as they feverishly rolled her pussy-flesh around.
"Tell me how that feels," Antony said softly, the cane tip pushing at her clit.
"Ooohhh!" Annabelle shuddered with another surge of the unholy lust she despised so much. Just the touch of the cane made the whole thing so much worse, so much more powerful. "I feel fine, sir. I like doing this, I do."
Antony laughed, the cane swept up and whipped savagely into her ass.
"Six," he said. "I'll make you beg for it, whore. Now get up and come with me."
Annabelle gurgled as the pain in her ass echoed around her body. She stood up and took her fingers off her pussy. Antony clipped the chain into her collar and led her out of the room. There were a lot of grinning faces as she shamefully followed him out of the door and up the stairs. He led her along the deep carpet and opened a door, Switching on the light.
It was a large, luxurious bathroom. Annabelle almost rushed toward the toilet and then got another horrible shock.
"Stand still!" snapped Antony, jolting her to a halt with the chain.
She gasped, her body trembling with fear.
"You piss when I tell you to," he said.
Then, to Annabelle's utter horror he came up to her and stood between her and the toilet bowl. He dropped the chain and laid the cane across the sink. Slowly he slid his tie off and then his jacket, staring at her the whole time. His shirt followed while Annabelle shivered and moaned, the pressure in her bladder worse than ever.
"Do you think you can suck cock and piss at the same time?" Antony asked.
Annabelle moaned in despair.
He took his shoes and socks off, keeping his gaze on her all the time. "I hope you can. For your sake."
Annabelle held her pussy, trying to stop herself from wetting the floor.
He worked his pants down and Annabelle saw his cock springing out of his underwear. She had been right, it was enormous, fully nine inches of thick meat waiting to rape her. He threw his pants aside and picked up the cane.
"Sit down," he said, indicating the toilet.
Annabelle wanted to throw up. She pulled the chain out of the way and, in a nightmare of despair, she turned and sat on the toilet bowl, her bladder bursting with the desire to piss.
"Don't start until I tell you," he snapped. He took two steps and was directly in front of her, his cock sticking out, thick and bobbing from his loins. "Take it and suck it. Then you can piss."
Annabelle took the cock, slid it into her mouth and sucked on the hard round cock-head as Antony shifted closer, ramming his prick deeper, tapping the cane in his hand.
"Now piss," he ordered.
But Annabelle couldn't pee, not with him there. Her bladder was bursting, but she couldn't let it go. She moaned in despair, her body shivering with the pain.
"Piss!" he snapped, his cock running into her mouth.
Annabelle gagged on the hot hard cock-meat. She tried, but she couldn't make herself pee. She gave a long moan of horror and Antony stepped back, then grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head hard back, thrusting her tits up.
"Piss!" he snapped and lashed the cane expertly down over her thrusting nipples, making the chain jingle as she jerked in pain.
"Aaaahhh! Ohhh, stop!" she begged.
"Piss," he said, the cane lashing her tits again.
"Aaaggghbhh, yes!" Annabelle screamed as her bladder finally let go and a stream of pee poured into the toilet.
Instantly he was back, holding her hair, heaving his cock into her mouth. He held her there, thrusting at her throat as she pissed, his cock swollen and pulsating with lust.
"Good," he said. "Now suck me like a good little girl."
Her piss went on for longer than Annabelle could have imagined possible. Her mouth worked compulsively over Antony's cock, sucking the hard meat, letting her tongue play over the quivering flesh. Still the stream of pee poured out of her pussy, splashing into the toilet. Antony's cock swelled, got stiffer and began to throb as he fucked her mouth. To her horror she knew he was going to come.
"Yeahhhh!" be grunted, heaving his hard cock-head at her throat. "Come on, bitch, suck it, make me feel real good."
He let go of her hair and took the chain, ramming at her mouth, half his stiff cock vanishing into her mouth with each stroke.
"Not bad!" he growled. "You might make a decent whore when we've finished with you."
He heaved his rock-hard cock-rod at her throat, pushing until Annabelle gagged and gasped for air, struggling against the collar.
Still she pissed, the smell wafting up over her as the sour stream ran out of her bladder. She felt his cock twitch, knew he was going to come soon, make her swallow another load of jism. It was horrible, a deeper depravity than she had thought possible. But that horrible excitement that had begun on the table lingered on. It made her suck harder on Antony's cock, her hands around his shaft, her fingers caressing his balls. It was all so disgusting, but she was stimulated, feeling herself surrendering to desires so base she wouldn't even name them.
Antony growled, thrusting his cock harder at her mouth. His swollen cock-head pushed at her throat and she felt her muscles relax enough for him to begin to penetrate, while all the time she pissed, her bladder now almost empty.
"Now take it, whore! I'm gonna come!"
Annabelle felt his cock jump as the cum surged out of his balls. Her pee was declining, her bladder almost empty as she sucked his cock, feeling the cum rushing down his shaft. He leaned back, roaring with release.
"Take it, you whore!" be yelled. "Take it! Let me see you swallow it, bitch!"
He eased his cock back out of her throat until the pulsating cock-head was just at her lips as her fingers worked over his shaft.
"Bring me off, you whore!" he yelled.
"Make me feel real good, or I'll whip the shit outta you."
Cum burst out of his cock, right into Annabelle's mouth.
"Let me watch, bitch! Let me see you take it!"
Annabelle felt the salty cum gush into her mouth. She swallowed, the last of her piss running out of her cunt and into the toilet. She let him pull back more, so that the jet of cum sprang out of his piss-slit and over her lips where she licked at it, running her tongue around as another stream of jism poured out and into her mouth. She milked his cock, her hands squeezing his balls, working the hard meat while Antony gave another yell of lust as his orgasm crested.
"Yeahhhh!" he shouted. "Yeahhh, come on, lick it up, whore, lick it up, fuck-meat!"
Cum jetted out of his cock and over Annabelle's hips, into her mouth where she swallowed the hot seed, sucking at the cock-head as more white goo gushed out. Antony yelled again, watching as his cock spat another thick wad over Annabelle's mouth and tongue. He sighed as the stream finally slowed and his cock-slit ran a thinning stream of spunk over her mouth.
"Lick it all up, whore," he said and waited while Annabelle did as she was told, licking at the cum as it ran out of his cock-slit and into her mouth.
He waited until the last drops of his cum were gone and his cock glistened with Annabelle's saliva. Then he grinned at her.
"I gotta piss too, babe," he said. "But don't move, you're fine where you are."
Before Annabelle had grasped what he meant, he pissed in her face, the hot stream of stinking pee bursting over her. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't, or it would get into her mouth. She closed her eyes, tried not to breathe as he held his cock and pissed on her, directing the stream of pee into her face, then down, over her tits.
The salt in the piss burnt her sore flesh, but the degradation was much worse. As the stream was directed away from her face and onto her tits, Annabelle did scream, wailing on the toilet as she felt the piss running down her body, over her fits, down her tummy and into the toilet to join her own pee.
"Shut up, whore!" be snapped and lifted his cock, splashing her face.
She stopped screaming instantly. He held the chain tightly as he moved his cock down and held his stream of piss on her tits, watching it with delight as it splashed on her twin globes and then ran down and into the toilet. Finally the stream stopped and Annabelle sat on the lavatory seat, stinking and shaking with horror.
Antony stuffed his cock into her mouth.
"Clean it!"
Annabelle licked the cock-bead, but there didn't seem to be any piss really left.
He pulled back and snarled at her. "You smell like a sewer! Now get in that shower and clean off, whore!"