She screamed helplessly, her body heaving. "Ready to tighten them?" Zane asked. The cat lashed her tits again, beating more agony through the helpless librarian.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Roxanne stopped the whip and Matt let go of her wrists. Natalie slumped to the floor, propping herself up on her hands, weeping helplessly.
"Get up," Zane said and Natalie jerked up at once. "Tighten them."
She was weeping and shaking before her hands reached the clamps, but she managed to twist the screw, driving another surge of pain through her tits. Her sensitive buds screamed in agony, but there was nothing she could do.
"The other one." Zane said.
"Ohhhh, God!" Natalie moaned. Her fingers wouldn't do as she told them. They reached the screw and twisted around it without tightening it. It gave her an idea. She fell forward, her face almost in Zane's crotch, screaming as if in greater pain than she was.
"I told you to tighten them, not to pretend," said Zane softly. "Now do it, or else."
Somehow Natalie got back up. She reached for the damps. As she turned the screw, the agony burst out in unbearable waves. She was screaming as she twisted it. Through helpless tears, she stared at Zane.
"The other one," he said.
"You bastard, you slut-faced bastard!"
Natalie screamed as she somehow twisted the other clamp and sent herself into another screaming fit of pain. She would rather face the whip than this. She knelt, low bubbling screams running out of her mouth, caressing her tits, not daring to ease the pain in her nipples.
"You know when they come off?" Zane asked.
"N-n-no," Natalie stuttered.
"When you've sucked the cum out of my cock. So get on with it."
CHAPTER SIX
"Ohhh no!" Natalie gasped.
She stared at the massive bulge in the front of Zane's jeans. She moaned and held her tits, trying to ease the agony of the clamps.
"Don't you think you'd better get started?" Zane stood up until he towered over her. "Take my pants off, whore!"
Her hands shaking, she reached up and gripped the buckle of Zane's belt, pulling the ornate brass buckle off. Helplessly, she reached up and caressed her tits, for the slightest swing of the clamps sent fresh agony all over her body.
Zane didn't seem to mind. He stood and waited while Natalie gasped and moaned, pleading with him to let her untie the clamps. Sobbing and shaking all over, Natalie reached up again and unzipped his jeans, until she could slide the pants down his long hard legs. Desperately, she grabbed his underpants too, pulling them down with the jeans.
In rising desperation, Natalie blinked at the massive cock she was supposed to suck. It bobbed, the thick swollen cockhead pulsing with the power of the blood engorging the whole nine or ten inches of male lust. At the tip of the cockhead, just at the entrance of the tiny slit, was a drop of pre-cum juice, bouncing with each heave of the cockshaft.
"Come on, girl," Zane said. "You want the whip to persuade you?"
Natalie sobbed, her body shaking. She glanced over her shoulder and there was Roxanne, waiting, her body heaving in the tight black corset as she played with the whip. She turned one of her spiked heels slowly, digging it into the floor, smiling at the helpless librarian. Natalie shuddered, staring at the knotted cock.
"You know what I'll do if you don't start sucking that cock?" Roxanne said softly, sliding the tails of the cat through her fingers. "I'll have you held and whip your tits until the damps fall off. Then we'll put them on again and start over. Until you start sucking cock," she grinned and caressed one of her own nipples. "Don't start for my sake. I love whipping tits, almost as much as I love big strong men whipping mine."
She sighed and slid the handle of the cat down between her legs, caressing her clit with the leather handle.
"Oooooh, yeah! Whipping your tits until the clamps fall off, ohhhh yeah!" she rammed the handle of the cat up her cunt and worked her clit as she fucked herself.
"Ohhh, God!" Natalie moaned, her breathing getting difficult and her lungs aching. The depravity was more than she could take.
"I'm coming, bitch!" Roxanne yelled. "Stan sucking before I'm finished, or else."
With a wail of lust she crested, blurring the handle of the cat into her cunt, her fingers racing over her clit.
Natalie knew she couldn't hesitate any longer. The agony in her hippies was more than enough. She twisted around and saw Zane's cock, still waiting for her.
"Suck, whore," he said.
With a moan of helpless surrender, Natalie reached out and took hold of Zane's massive cock. Her tiny hand just reached around the monster prick and she felt it jump and heave as she touched it. The cockhead reached her lips. She gasped, holding back the desire to gag on the horrible cockmeat.
"Lick it," Zane said.
Timidly, her whole body rebelling, Natalie licked at the stiff, swollen cockhead. The drop of pre-cum juice came off oh her tongue and she tasted the slightly salty goo. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected. She licked again, running her tongue around the purplish flesh, feeling the heat of Zane's desire.
"Now suck it," he instructed. "Take it right in, whore, right in."
Natalie let her soft lips run over the horrible cockhead. It was hot, swollen and pulsing with lust. She moved her mouth deeper and the huge ball of flesh filled her mouth. She moaned and closed her lips around the top of the shaft. The cockhead pushed at her throat and she sucked on it as hard as she could.
"Take your hand and caress it!" Zane snapped. "And then go down and do it to my balls. Gently, make me think you love it, or, fuck it, I'll have you whipped till you learn, whore."
He thrust at Natalie's face, another inch of his cock disappearing into her mouth.
Natalie caressed the thick cockshaft as it pushed at her throat. It throbbed in her hands, while the cockhead twitched and heaved.
"Don't you love sucking cock?" Zane chuckled as he took another drink of beer.
Frantically, Natalie nodded her head while her hand gripped his cockshaft.
"Let me give you some advice," he went on. "Caress my balls gently, go on. Yeah. That's more like it. Now make me feel how much you love it. Or else."
Natalie groaned, but she did her best with her hand working his cock and her mouth sucking at the massive, bulbous cockhead.
"Work your pussy," Zane said. "I wanna watch."
Natalie sobbed at this new humiliation, but she had to obey. She gasped as her fingers spread her puffy cuntal lips and worked over her clit. An immediate pulse of excitement burst out, rushing over her body. She moaned, and her mouth sucked at the massive cock with more passion.
"Yeah," Zane said softly. "That's more like it. Don't stop, you gotta come when I shoot, whore, or the clamps don't come off."
Natalie shuddered, crying out, her voice muffled by the thick cockmeat buried in it.
"Don't argue, whore," he said softly. "You know what happens if you argue."
Natalie groaned and sucked at his cock. She worked her clit, wondering if she could fake an orgasm. But Zane would probably notice. With a desperate sob, she sucked his cock as hard as she could.
As Natalie moaned and sucked, Cherie sank Lance's thick cockmeat down her throat, her muscles clutching and sucking at it until Lance was very hard. She purred and licked his cockhead while playing with his balls.
"Wasn't I a good girl, getting you hard again?"
"Sure," Lance responded easily. "So I suppose you want a reward now."
"Ohhh, yes," Cherie murmured. "I wanna sit on your cock, stick it right up my ass, while Roxanne whips my tits. And when you've shot your cum up me, then we'll make our shitty book lady lick it all off."