Chapter 6
Annabelle came out of the shower shivering with the enduring horror of what she faced. Antony was still there, waiting for her. His cock hadn't gone down at all, or, at least, it was back up, and Annabelle shuddered as she remembered the streams of cum and piss that had jetted out of it.
"Come here," he said.
Annabelle walked over to him, water glistening on her body. She had washed herself compulsively and was as clean as she had ever been, but there wasn't a towel to be seen.
Antony held out the collar to her. "Put it on."
"No, please, not-"
"Bend over." He slapped the cane into his band.
"No, don't, please let me-"
"That's two strokes, three with one more word."
Annabelle stifled her moan and bent slowly, sticking her sore ass out for more. She held still, gasping a little as Antony walked around her, inspecting her beautiful body.
"You know," he said, "you really are something else."
He eased his hand under her trembling body and caressed her tits, squeezing her nipples almost gently.
"How many men have fucked you?"
"J-just one," Annabelle said.
He held her hair and whipped her ass. "Just one, what?"
"Aaaaabhh! Just one, sir."
"Better, you forget that a lot. Just one, huh?" He stroked the cane across Annabelle's painful, red-lined ass.
"Yes sir."
"And what was it like?" he asked, sliding his fingers into the crack of her ass, probing, reaching for her asshole.
Annabelle wanted to scream, to tear at him as he penetrated to the most private parts of her body, but she knew better. She choked, trembled, but stayed still.
"It was, it was terrible, sir," she said, her asshole twisting tighter as his finger caressed the crinkled ring of muscles.
"Why?" he asked, stroking his finger down, towards her pussy.
"He, he only-I don't know, sir!" Annabelle wept, keeping her hands on her knees as he ran his finger over her clit.
"He what?"
"He-he only-he came very fast, sir," Annabelle moaned.
"So one thrust up this cunt of yours and he shot his wad, huh?"
"Yes sir," Annabelle said, shame coloring her face.
"Well, you can't say you've had that trouble here, have you?" he asked mockingly, stroking her pussy.
"No, no sir," Annabelle choked, watching his massive cock sticking out, swinging like an iron rod as he moved.
Annabelle gasped, clutching her knees tightly. She was in the same turmoil as before. The fear and agony as before. The fear and agony she suffered were mingling with that depraved lust that had surged over her on the table. And it had lingered, growing and receding with each perverted deed she was forced to perform. It burned inside her, and nothing would make it stop. His fingers worked over her pussy and she was getting wet, she could feel it.
He chuckled as he moved a finger to her cunthole and slid it in a little. It went in easily, and the touch sent more juices flowing in the helpless librarian's fuck-hole.
"Now," he said quietly. "I believe you have two strokes of the cane coming, don't you?"
Annabelle groaned, but her pussy ran faster with juice, his finger worked over her cunt-walls and she shuddered with the horrible rising lust.
"Yes sir!" she moaned, her ass driving back, ramming his finger harder into her cunt.
"You're a whore," he whispered. "A whore, you know that?"
His voice was so soft and gentle, and his finger stroked her pussy-walls with such skill that Annabelle almost came on the spot.
She started to cry, her body shaking helplessly. "Whatever you say, sir."
"Oh no, don't worry," he said. "I'll prove it to you, very soon."
Something about him was sending Annabelle into shivers she just couldn't stop. She choked and gripped her legs tighter. Her skin was almost dry now.
"Put your hand where mine is," Antony said softly. He pinched her clit to make his point.
Annabelle could hardly breathe as she slid one hand up her thigh and onto her pussy. Antony took his hand away and watched as she rubbed her trembling pussy-slit.
"Open your legs farther," he ordered.
Naked, standing bent almost double on the floor of the bathroom, Annabelle slid her feet apart, widening the gash of her pussy for her fingers. Very slowly Antony laid the cane across her ass and rolled it there, softly on her beaten flesh.
"Tell me how you feel," he murmured.
Annabelle's throat was pulsing with a lust that was going out of control. She hated herself and him, but the power he had just made her melt to a jelly at the sound of his voice. Her fingers stroked her pussy and the Surges of lust that sprang out sent her legs trembling.
"I-I feel good, sir!" she gasped. "You're going to come for me," he said. "Come while you work your pussy."
The cane tapped her ass, stoking the fires that were raging higher and higher in the helpless blonde.
"Yes sir," Annabelle whispered, he pussy throbbing and jerking under her fingers. And yet that wasn't the whole of it. The feel of the cane on her ass, the pain it could give; that was making the lust erupt in her more than her own caresses. She sobbed deeply, hating her depraved display of sexual slavery.
"And I'm going to whip you as you come, make you scream with passion," he added slowly, caressing her with the cane.
Annabelle shook with lust. Her fingers blurred on her cut, she couldn't help it. She felt the cane running over her ass and she burned with the knowledge of the agony to come. And with a horrible desire for it.
"And I'm going to jerk off over your ass as I do it," Antony said., his voice the same quiet, steely menace. "Won't that be wonderful? I know you love it, whore. And this is to let you know that we're all as depraved as you are."
Annabelle's body was raging helplessly, a seething orgasm building in her with each second. She looked through her legs and saw Antony stroking his cock, harder and faster as he held the cane on her ass, waiting for the moment when she would betray herself.
"And if you're a real good little whore," he said, the cane running over her ass, trembling as he got ready to use it, "and tell me when you're coining and beg me to whip you, well, then you'll get a special treat."
He tapped the cane on her ass, the tiny strokes sending Annabelle's surging climax into another level of pulsating fever.
Annabelle shuddered with shame, lust and horror. He would know when she was coining, he just wanted her to humiliate herself further.
The cane tapped gently at her ass, the strokes just a flick of his wrist, stinging, driving her wild with despair and passion. Her ass burned, her fingers stroked her pussy; driving it with frantic, rising lust. She was Spinning out of control, her mind bursting with the most horrible desire. She saw his cock pointing at her ass, his hand stroking along it, joining her in this most depraved act. The surging climax overwhelmed her, sweeping her upward, driving her beyond the ability to stop anything.
With a guttural yell of passion, Annabelle spread her legs even wider, thrusting her ass back as she worked her other hand up her thighs, pulling her pussy-lips wide apart, finger fucking herself with one hand as she rubbed her cut with the other. Brazenly she swayed, bending deeper, pushing her ass even higher.
"I'm coming, sir!" she screamed. "Whip me, I'm coming!"
Her ass exploded as the cane lashed her. She screamed, her ass heaving higher as she rubbed her pussy, driving herself into another screaming raging orgasm. The cane landed again, driving her into a shrieking, seething climax. She dropped to the floor, propping herself on one hand and a shoulder as she spread her legs wider, ramming her fingers into her cunt, her ass thrusting up for the whip.
"Aaaahhhhh, God!" she screamed. "Whip me, whip me, you bastard, whip me!"
The thin cane lashed red lines into her flesh a she gurgled and screamed, her legs shaking. She was helpless in the grip of her lust, jerking and heaving as each stroke of the cane drove into her ass-flesh.
Suddenly there was a spurt of hot cum across her ass-cheeks. She screamed, a deep depraved shriek and came again, higher, tighter, her body utterly out of control.
"Good little whore!" Antony roared, lashing her as another stream of cum burst out of his cock. "Come on, beg me for it, whore, beg meee!"
He whipped her, his hand lashing down as jism spurted out and all over Annabelle's ass. Each stroke of the cane whipped some of it off her pulped flesh, spraying it across the floor and over her thighs and back. But there was still more.
Annabelle shrieked, her ass raging with an agony that sent her surging helplessly out of control. "Whip me, whip meeeee!"
Antony lashed her as another thick wad of cum burst out of his piss-slit and over her ass. He knew where to aim, for most of his cum was sliding into Annabelle's ass-crack and over her pussy. Already her fingers were smeared with his cock-juice.
"Take it!" he roared, lashing the screaming blonde, watching as her hair tossed frantically on the bathroom tiles. He lashed her with all his might as his cock gave a final spurt of cum and slowed, dribbling cum out over his hand.
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 horror 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, read 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.
"After 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.
"Let me see," Hilary said and checked the clamps carefully, twisting one even tighter and getting another scream from her victim. Finally she was satisfied. "Put her across the table!"
Annabelle was pushed over the table top again. Her throbbing nipples in the unbearable clamps rasped over the polished surface, driving even more pain from her tits.
Hilary took the chain and pulled it around the far leg of the table while Annabelle screamed and heaved, her body burning with pain.
Kirby and Patrick took her ankles and lashed them to the legs of the table, spreading her thighs yet again, for them to do whatever they wanted with her. She pulled at the chain, but it didn't give. She was helpless, struggling on the table.
"Now," Hilary said, grinning down at the helpless librarian. "Now for your treat, won't that be nice?"
Annabelle took one look at the cane in Hilary's hand. "Yes, yes, mistress, yes it will be!"