"Lick it!" she gasped, and her fingers blurred on her clit. She gave a long moan and climaxed; her free hand working her nipples as she watched the suffering librarian. "Ram it down your throat! Get it down before I finish cumming!"
Gillian broke into sobs of horror, but she dared not disobey. She slid the tip of the handle into her mouth and pushed it down, reaching her throat, where it stuck and she gagged.
"Get it right down your throat!" Rose screamed, her white dress tossing over her thighs, as she rubbed her clit and twisted her ass, beating her pussy hard against the tabletop. Gillian's throat opened and she got a little of the whip handle in. She knew what was coming. As Rose's fingers rubbed under the white dress, inches from Gillian's nose, she gave a deep gasp of passion.
"Deeper!" she screamed, jerking in the chair, her legs shivering around Gillian's helpless body.
Gillian's gurgling scream rang out as the rod lashed her ass. Another four or five inches of whip handle sank into her mouth.
"Deeper, deeper!" Rose demanded, her eyes blurred and misty.
The rod lashed across her ass and Gillian screamed, sinking the whip handle right into her throat, pumping her head up and down on the plaited leather; the handle rasping over her throat as the rod lashed her again.
Rose gave a scream of final climax, rolling in her chair; sinking back down as her satisfaction rolled over her in soft waves.
"Better," Rose purred, "better."
The rod stopped and Gillian lay there, keeping the leather handle in her mouth. She looked up and there was Dean, just standing with the thin rod, grinning at her.
"Now it's my turn," he said. "I've been waiting to get my hands on you for months."
Rose laughed and drew her long legs over Gillian's head.
"I bet I know how you want it, you fucker," she commented.
"You got it," Dean grunted, as he untied Gillian's ankle bonds. "Get up."
Gillian tried to rise, but she hurt too much and she felt too exhausted. She burst into tears.
"Please, why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?"
She turned a tear-stained face to him, but he wasn't impressed.
"Get up," he said, and then grabbed her hair to help her.
With a scream, Gillian landed on her feet on the floor by the table. She took one look and burst into hysterics.
"No, not that, nooooo!" she wailed, seeing Rose standing by the horrible rack.
"Walk to it, honey; walk to it!" Dean ordered.
"No, please, not that, please!"
"Walk to it!"
"No!" Gillian screamed.
She broke down completely, as Dean twisted her arm behind her back and marched her over to the rack. Screaming at the top of her voice, she struggled, but it was hopeless. The rack was vertical and Dean flung her between the uprights in a moment. Before Gillian knew what was happening, her wrists were in thick leather straps.
Begging and pleading every step of the way, she struggled as the straps were pulled up, to the top corners of the rack, and they stretched her; hanging her by her arms. Then they did the same to her feet; pulling her legs wide open, so that her body formed a letter X between the sides of the rack.
They pushed buttons and electric motors whirred, stretching the ropes out, until the pain ran down Gillian's arms and legs and through her whole body.
They shut the motors off when they were satisfied the ropes were tight enough.
Gillian hung there; spread-eagled, sobbing her heart out as Dean slid a bench between her legs. Behind him, Rose stood playing with the whip, watching Gillian's tits pulsate with the pain of her bondage. Rose's white dress top was open and her bra had been pushed aside, showing the swells of her luscious tits. She ran her fingers over her nipples, enjoying every minute of Gillian's pain.
Standing at the end of the bench, in full view of Gillian, Dean started to take his clothes off. Even through her pain, Gillian wanted to see Dean's cock; to see what she would have to suffer, but she wasn't ready for it. When his pants were down and he was reaching for his briefs, she could see that his cock was a monster; standing out like a massive skewer. She gave a sob of horror.
Dean's cock was enormous; it had to be a foot of thick meat, and Gillian knew she'd never get it into her tight little cunt.
Rose saw her face and laughed. "You'll beg for that cock when we've finished with you."
Dean lay on the bench; his cock sticking up, the massive round cockhead just inches from Gillian's pussy. He ran his fingers over her clit, and Gillian spasmed with an agonizing passion.
"Did Marty ass-fuck you?"
"Yes," Gillian sobbed. "He's a beast, a horror, a…"
"Shut up! I hope for your sake that he didn't break your cherry. I get real pissed when I lose a chance at that." Almost casually, Dean slid his finger up into Gillian's cunt. "Wow, fancy that; it didn't break! Now, you beg me to fuck you when you're ready. You see this?"
He showed Gillian a little box.
"Yes," Gillian whispered.
"It lowers the rack, so that your cunt goes over my cock. Simple." He pressed a button and more motors whirred, letting the rack down a few inches.
Gillian screamed as Dean's enormous round cockhead pushed at the entrance to her pussy. Even that contact sent shivers of horror through her. Her cuntwalls stretched and ached, and she could see the rest of his enormous prick, reaching between her stretched thighs.
"Beg me," Dean said.
"No, please, for the love of God, please, no! Aaahh! Noooo!" Gillian's wide, terrified eyes stared at Rose, as the woman swung the whip and the tail curled through the air. Gillian screamed as the leather cut right across her lovely tits, beating thick welts over her tit-mounds.
"Beg me!"
"Please, fuck me, please! Aaaghhh! Please, do it, please!" Gillian begged, as the whip lashed her tits, cutting across them, leaving red lines across her flesh. She heaved on the ropes; her body tight and twisting in pain and horror, her cunt inching down toward Dean's prick.
"Like this?" Dean chuckled.
He pushed a button on the box. The motors whirred and Gillian's tight little cunt sank an inch farther onto his cock.
"Aaaghh, yes, yes, no, no!" Gillian screamed, as Rose whipped her tits again. "I did what you said!"
The whip curled in the air.
"So what?" Rose yelled. "This is the way it is, honey; this is it!"
She gave a horrible laugh, as the whip lashed out and cut across Gillian's nipples, beating red hot pain all over the bound librarian.
"More!" Dean yelled; his cock throbbing and shoving a couple more inches into Gillian's shuddering cunt.
"Yes, yes, please! No, aagghhh!" Gillian screamed, as the whip beat her tits to the side, leaving another thick welt of pain across her flesh. Her body tossed, the motors whirred, and she sank another inch onto Dean's fucker.
Her pussywalls were stretched to the limit by the enormous fuck-rod. The tip of Dean's fucker came up against her cherry. She tossed; her body throbbing, her tits heaving under the assault of the whip, her pussy spasming with the thick cockhead buried in it.
"Beg me to fuck you!" Dean yelled, lying on the bench, holding the box; his cock still in her cunt, waiting.
"Please, fuck me!" Gillian wailed, screaming, as the whip lashed out and beat her tits. "Please, please!"
"You're a real little whore, right?" Rose yelled, lashing Gillian again, curling the whip expertly around the librarian's body and onto her ass. "You're only doing this to get a promotion in the library, right?"
The whip curled around Gillian's tits.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Gillian confessed, weeping and jerking on the ropes.