Chapter 8
Annabelle woke slowly, pain rolling over her body as she turned and stared at the wall. She moaned, ran her hands over her painful tits and remembered, dimly, the horrors she had endured the night before. She tried to sit up, but a chain rattled and she discovered that she was still wearing the collar.
From the collar the chain ran under the head of the bed she was lying on and was short enough to stop her getting up. She pulled at it, but it didn't give. She pulled at the collar, but that was padlocked on with the same lock that held the chain. She broke into sobs and fell back across the soft bed.
She thought that was strange, that she was in a soft bed; one that seemed to wrap her in its luxury. Her sobs slowly subsided as she looked around the room. It wasn't the dungeon she had expected, in fact it looked like a very nice guest room. There were large windows with lacy curtains through which the sun streamed. The carpet was thick and the furniture was expensive.
The pain in her ass and tits came back, surging up. She moaned and rubbed her aching ass, feeling the flesh burn and throb to the touch of her hands. But instantly the agony gathered in her pussy, making her cunt-walls twitch and move to the obscene caress of her hands.
She moaned, but didn't want to stop. She caressed her ass harder and one of her hands slid by itself between her legs and towards her throbbing cunt. She rolled her clit, feeling the excitement mounting, the terrible desire bursting from her flesh. She worked her hand away from her ass and up to her tits, staring down at the red, bruised flesh as the helpless lust pulsed in her twin globes. Her fingers ran over her nipples, already standing out, hard, crinkled, throbbing to the long slow pinching of her fingers.
"Oh God!" she gasped, her ass heaving up off the bed as she rubbed her pussy and twisted her nipples, getting off on the pain, hating herself for it.
There was a rattle of a key in the door. With a horrified gasp Annabelle sank back across the bed, the chain rattling as she pulled the bedclothes back over her naked body.
Hilary and Antony came in, both in their robes. Hilary strolled up to the bed, grinning at the shrinking librarian. "Well, how did you sleep?"
"Let me go!" Annabelle gasped, tears rolling out of her eyes. "I never did anything to you, let me go!"
Hilary laughed and reached up, tearing the sheets out of Annabelle's hands and right off her body.
Annabelle rolled, covering her tits and pussy. "Stop that," Hilary said, "lie on your back and spread your legs."
"No, stop, please, stop."
"Now don't be stupid, bitch," Hilary said, her voice dangerous and low.
But Annabelle didn't listen. "Stop it, leave me alone."
From behind his back Antony produced a cat, the long tails jerking as he raised it, the hard knots shiny with use.
"Turn over and lift your ass," he said. His massive chest heaved as he ran the cat through his hands.
"Noooo! You can't, you leave me alone!" Annabelle screamed in desperation. She knew there was no escape, but she jumped up, clinging to the head of the bed.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Hilary said, her dark hair tossing as she leaned over the cowering librarian. "Listen, bitch. You get up and show Antony your ass or we'll have you tied down and whipped, and that'll take a lot longer and get us a lot more pissed and hurt you a lot more. Now make up your mind!"
Annabelle stared at them, at Hilary with her lovely fits thrusting out of the front of her robe, and at Antony, who stared at her, now running the tails of the cat over the carpet as he stroked his rock-hard cock. She hated them, hated them with all her might, but she had to give in, they would get her in End anyway.
Slowly she turned, moved back on the bed, crouched over, her ass sticking up, still red and mashed from the night before. She was trembling and throbbing with the terror and expectation of pain. But there was something else rushing through her, that shameful lust and excitement she couldn't control. She panted, lifted her ass even higher, spreading her thighs on the soft sheets, craning her head around to see where Antony was. He was standing to one side, close to the bed, the cat swinging slowly. He was enjoying the endless humiliation Annabelle suffered, watching her as she caught his eye and blushed horribly, then turned away and buried her face in the sheets.
"I think I'll have me a blow-job while I do this," he said. "If you can stay where you are and take it until I come, then you can have breakfast and we'll forget about the rest of your bad behavior."
Behind her, Hilary came up to Antony, grinning as she sank to her knees. "You really think you deserve this? I mean you fuck this whore all night and then ask me to give you a blow-job."
"I didn't see you suffering, bitch," Antony said, laughing softly. "Now make it a good one, I wanna enjoy this."
Hilary sank her mouth over his cock-head and slowly sucked on the rigid flesh. She took hold of his throbbing shaft, holding it in her skillful fingers and she gently ran her lips and tongue over his cock-head.
"Tell me what a bad girl you've been," Antony said and Annabelle felt a flick of the cat over her ass.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "I've been bad, I have."
She screamed as a full blow of the terrible knots beat into her ass.
"Last night you were begging for it, whore, begging to be whipped," Antony snarled and lashed the crouched librarian again.
"Uuurrrggghhhh! No, I didn't, I didn't!" Annabelle wept as the pain rushed out of her ass, searing into her already painful flesh.
"Liar, bitch!" Antony roared, lashing her viciously.
With dim horror Annabelle remembered something from the night before, twisting clamps on her nipples as she came, with cum shooting all over her. The cat whipped into her ass, sending her shrieking on the bed as she tried to stay in the position he wanted. Her ass boiled with agony that sent the pounding excitement all over her.
"You lying, fucking bitch!" Antony yelled, whipping the cat into Annabelle in a frenzy of anger. "Confess, whore, confess!"
The lashing cat tails pounded into her ass, sending Annabelle screaming, jumping on the bed, spreading her knees as she tried to keep herself upright. She knew that the slightest movement from what they wanted would bring even more pain. She raised her ass higher and tried to see if Antony was going to come soon and end her punishment, but she got a horrible shock.
Hilary just held his cock, playing with it slowly, running her tongue over his hard cock-head as she waited, grinning up at him. He raised the cat, beat it into Annabelle's ass, making the blonde librarian scream with renewed pain.
"Confess, whore," he demanded. "You can bet your ass Hilary won't suck me off until you do, and I wanna come. I'm horny, bitch, make up your fuckin' mind."
He whipped Annabelle hard, the cat lashing across her crimson ass, the knots of the cat beating fresh points of agony into her flesh.
As she recognized her helplessness, a surge of the depraved lust she had come to know so well broke over the screaming Annabelle. She could feel her pussy running with juices, feel the rampant lust beating at the gates of her resolution. Sobbing and moaning she slid her hand down, through her legs and onto her pussy, rubbing her clit until she groaned and bubbled with the climax rushing up her body.
"Bitch, whore!" Antony yelled, whipping her ass harder. "You bring yourself off like that, whore and I'll whip your fuckin' cunt!"
But Annabelle couldn't stop. Her fingers blurred over her clit, one finger even reaching into the sopping wet wall of her pussy as the cat beat endless lines of the most depraved lust into her body.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. "Nooooo! I hate you, hate you, hate you!"
She chewed at the bedclothes as the orgasm rushed over her, her fingers blurring on her pussy.
With a scream of lust she climaxed, her body tossing wildly until she fell over, rolling on the soft mattress. Her fingers were still on her clit as she stared up at the two of them, still in the same position, Antony holding the cat over her, Hilary kneeling at his feet, playing with his cock.
"What did I tell you, bitch?" Antony said softly. "Now over on your back and spread your legs. Hilary, get the chain!"
"You fucking bastard!" Annabelle screamed, rubbing her sore ass, trembling as the lust began to roll up over her once more. "You just want to whip me, admit it!"
"Of course I want to whip you," Antony confessed easily. "Fuck, it makes my cock go crazy, and you know how much you love that, hey whore?"
"Come on, you little cunt," Hilary said. "You're making me real pissed."
She took the chain and twisted it around the base bar of the bed, pulling Annabelle's head down, close to the mattress. Annabelle struggled and gasped, but the chain wouldn't give at all.
"On your back, bitch," Antony said. His cock seemed to the sobbing librarian to have grown another inch. She moaned as she rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs at his command. "Hold your ankles!"
Annabelle felt the tears rushing out of her eyes as she obeyed. She was now in the most degrading position. On her back, her head close to Antony's rampant cock, her legs wide open, spread on either side of her head. The puffy red flesh of her pussy-lips was wet with her juices, and they continued to flow whatever she did.
She moaned as she saw Hilary kneeling again, her mouth moving gently over Antony's enormous cock-head, her skillful fingers playing with his shaft. Terror rushed over the helpless librarian as she watched the cat sweep up in the air over her pussy, the knots tiny points of terror. Her hair spread across the sheets as she trembled at the sight of the whip, tossing, sweeping downward.
"Confess, whore!" Antony yelled as he whipped her.
The knots beat into Annabelle's clit, her inner thighs and the insides of her ass-cheeks. The pain rushed out, but it was instantly drowned in the helpless, depraved lust that exploded with the very touch of the cat. Her fingers gripped her ankles compulsively, her thighs trembled, spread as her pussy throbbed with passion and her screams echoed around the bedroom.
"You fucker!" she wailed, using words she wouldn't have dreamed of using only the day before.
She arched on the bed, her legs straining wider as she watched the cat sweep down on her cunt again.
"Fucker! I hate you!" she screamed as the knots cut into her pussy. Drops of her cuntjuices jumped into the air from the lashing, and the tails of the cat glistened as they got wet.
Antony swung the cat into Annabelle's pussy, watching the little librarian's legs heaving as she thrust upward on the bed, her cunt pulsating to the beat of the cat.
"Suck me off, Hilary!" he yelled. "I'll get her later, fuck, I'll get the bitch!"
He whipped Annabelle harder and faster, his arm swinging through the beat of the cat, sweeping the tails across the floor until they swung up in a circle and down again to lash the screaming, climaxing librarian.
Hilary murmured as she sank her mouth deeper onto her husband's cock. She eased her mouth over his heaving cock-head, then let it slip into her throat as she played with his balls and shaft, urging him deeper into her hot, wet pit. Her gurgles of delight at the full hard prick filling her mouth were drowned by Annabelle's screams, but Antony felt it all as he held his wife's head with one hand, ramming his cock deeper into her willing throat as he whipped Annabelle, driving endless screams of helpless pain and lust from the blonde librarian.
Annabelle couldn't believe herself. She stared shamelessly at Hilary sucking Antony's cock, the way the dark-haired woman's lips slid up and down the shaft as more and more of the thick rod vanished into her throat. She saw Hilary's throat muscles bulging to take the invasion of the monster, her mouth sucking hard and skillfully at the pulsating shaft.
Annabelle screamed as the whip lashed into her pussy and thighs, some of the knots even whipping over her tight ass-cheeks and into the tight knot of her shitter entrance. She stared, and she wanted that cock in her own mouth. She wanted to suck it, taste the cum as it gushed out, fill her mouth with its salty, sticky hot flavor.
"Nooooo!" she screamed, as much to herself as to Antony. "Noooo, leave me alone, I hate you, you bastard, you pervert, you shit-licking asshole, nooooo!
With screams of pain and lust she pulled her ankles downward, spreading her thighs wider for the cat, heaving her ass upward.
"Confess, you whore!" Antony yelled as he whipped the shrieking blonde. "Confess!"
"Never, noooo!" Annabelle screamed, her whole body erupting with pain and desire. Climaxes surged over her, bursting out of her control with each beat of the whip.
He beat Annabelle even faster, his eyes glazed, his cock swelling and heaving in Hilary's mouth.
"You bitch, you'll regret this!" he yelled. "I'll get you, I will, I'll get you!"
His cock jumped and heaved in Hilary's mouth as she played him, her mouth sucking his cock hard in her throat.
"Heeerrreee I come!"
"Noooo! Aaaggghhhh!" Annabelle screamed as she saw Hilary ease her mouth back up the length of Antony's cock-shaft. She knew what was coming, but couldn't stop herself from heaving her ass up even higher for the final beats of the whip. She heard Antony bellowing as Hilary slipped her mouth to the side and played with his cock, holding the swollen, throbbing cock-head right over Annabelle's face.
Great gobs of hot white cum shot out of Antony's piss-slit as he brought the whip across Annabelle's clit and ass with a slap that sent drops of pussy-juice splattering all over her stomach, thighs and the bed sheets.
Annabelle's scream cut off as cum shot over her lips, mashing into her cheeks and nose. She gave a bubbling scream as another climax broke over her and the whip cut her cunt, while cum shot from Antony's cock as Hilary held the heaving shaft, caressing his balls to give up the whole of their load.
Annabelle screeched as another wad of goo splattered over her face. She kept a tight hold on her ankles, her ass jerking uncontrollably as she came, more and more jism bursting over her face.
Antony gasped, his arm beating the cat into Annabelle's pussy. He beat her, his arm flashing down to the pace of the cum as it burst from his cock, but even he was giving out.
After a few more strokes, the blows scarcely - hurt the librarian at all. The last gobs of cum shot out of his cock and then Hilary slid her mouth back over the still-hard cock-head, licking up the cum still oozing from the tiny piss-slit.
"Swallow it," Antony ordered as he stood over Annabelle, his cock slowly coming down in Hilary's hot little mouth. "Don't make me do this all over again, whore!"
Annabelle was shaking all over and she knew she couldn't take any more. She let go of her ankles and her legs fell back to the bed. She slid a finger over her cheek, picking up the wet gobs of cum and pushing them between her lips and into her mouth as she watched him staring down at her. There was something hard on her cheeks and only then did she realize that all the cum from the night before she was still encrusted on her skin. She moaned and wanted to be sick, but she knew there would be a terrible penalty to pay for that. The hard, dry spunk was all over her face, her tits, her tummy and also in her hair, some of which was tightly stuck together.
Antony laughed as his cock softened and Hilary slipped it back onto his robe. "Hungry, bitch?"
It hit Annabelle suddenly that she was very hungry, but she wasn't going to tell him. She stayed silent.
"You know, you stuck-up whore," Antony said softly, "if you go on like this, things'll get real nasty for you, and I ain't kidding. Now, hungry, bitch?"
"Yes," Annabelle said sullenly.
"Well," he said brightly, "let's go to breakfast then, shall we?"
Annabelle was dazed. She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet and then Hilary led her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the dining room. Stark-naked, Annabelle stood and trembled at the amused faces of the rest of the group that had tortured her so much.