But suddenly he pulled her up, her mouth sliding off his cock.
"Bend over the table!" he snarled, his cock throbbing.
He almost threw her across the table. Gillian shook with fear, for she was expecting Marty to fuck her pussy. But his cock ran between her asscheeks, and she gave a horrified gasp.
"Something wrong?"
"No, no, sorry!" Gillian moaned, laying her head on the tabletop, shuddering.
He pushed her thighs apart and forced his cock to the tight entrance of her ass. Instantly her ass-muscles cramped, but Marty was powerful. His cockhead forced her anal muscles open, and pushed in a little.
Gillian gasped, as pain rushed out of the contact. There was some pre-cum juice on Marty's cock, but that and her saliva, were the only lubricants on his long prick.
Marty seemed to be into the pain of fucking her ass without the proper lubrication. He grunted and his long cock worked deeper, rasping agonizingly over Gillian's shitter walls. She wailed and burst into tears, but he fucked harder, and another few inches of his fucker vanished into her shivering ass.
"Come on, bitch, help me!" he yelled. "I gotta cum, I'm busting!"
He slapped her sore asscheeks, making her groan and jerk back at him as his cock fucked deeper into her shit hole.
"Yeah, come on, you shithead! Bring me off! Make me cum! Make me shoot! Yeaaahhh!" He gripped her arms and pulled her back, ramming his cock into her ass until it was buried in her dry shit hole. He gasped and yelled, pumping his cock at her shit-pit, twisting her arms as he raped her ass, holding her on his prick. "Now, you take it, whore!"
Gillian screamed as she felt his cock swelling with cum. He rammed her harder, slamming his cock into her sore ass, fucking it in to the hilt. He growled as his balls slapped Gillian's asscheeks, and his prick throbbed deep in her guts; the cum rushing to the tip of his cock.
Gillian felt her shitter spasming, as his cock rasped into her ass and worked over her walls. She moaned, clinging to the table; sobbing in deep, horrible shame, and horror, as well as the pain.
But there was a strange dark satisfaction to being fucked like this; being ass-raped over a table, hurt for a man's enjoyment. She sobbed, as her head spun again, and then leaped as the first hot jet of cum gushed into her hot shitter.
"Yeaaaaah!" Marty bellowed. "Ohhh, here it is, little girl! Tell me you want more, more – mooorrree!"
He bellowed with lust, his cock spurting cum into her ass, his hips heaving with the release.
"Aaahh, yes, yes, I want more, I want more!" Gillian screamed, heaving her ass back at him; feeling his cock moving easily on the slippery sperm coating her ass walls. Her ass shivered with a depraved delight, as Marty spent himself in her guts. She sobbed and wept; heaving, as the hot springs of cum gushed into her ass.
"Tell me again!" Marty yelled, his cock heaving; lifting her feet off the floor at the height of his thrust, and pouring steaming cum into Gillian's ass. He gripped her tits, pulling her up; holding the screaming, sobbing librarian on his cock as he shot the last gobs of his spunk deep in her ass. "Yeahhh, wasn't that great?"
"Yes!" Gillian sobbed, her ass spasming over his oozing cock. "Yes, that was great!"
He snapped, and flung her forward; off his cock and across the table. Brutally, he pulled her around and shoved his still-hard cock at her mouth.
"Can't go home with shit or cum on my mouth on my cock, can I?"
Gillian's stomach heaved, but she dared not disobey him. He held her head and made her lick his cock; cleaning up all the cum and her own ass juices. She closed her eyes, not knowing if there was any of her shit there. It tasted a bit like it, but she never knew. She was still licking up the other side of his cock when he shoved her away impatiently. She squealed, as she slid across the table and almost fell back onto the floor.
Without another word, he zipped his pants up and left, closing the door behind him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she'd suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would be locked.
The door opened and Dean and Rose came back in. Rose carried the whip, and grinned as she strolled over to Gillian.
"Bit rough with old Marty, right?" she said brightly. "Well, don't worry, it's just me and Dean now, and we'll be real gentle with you, won't we?"
"Sure," Dean said.
Gillian broke into tears.
"Stand up," Rose said.
Gillian struggled up, her weeping eyes cast down as she leaned back against the table.
"You've got to learn," Rose said softly, stroking the whip through her fingers. "You never say no; you know that?"
"Yes," Gillian whispered, shaking all over.
"So you have to be punished for saying no, don't you?"
Gillian clutched at her whipped body. "Please, I'll do anything, but please, no more of that!"
She nodded at the whip.
"This?" Rose laughed. "Hey, you love this! Come on, tell me how much you love the whip."
She advanced on the moaning librarian, and Gillian tried to pull herself over the table, to escape.
Rose grabbed her and pulled her back, forcing her to her knees. She stood over Gillian; her legs spread wide, the whip close to Gillian's face.
Gillian stared at the white leather dress just inches from her eyes. Rose's gloved hand moved closer, holding the whip; running the tight leather over Gillian's horrified mouth.
"Lick it, baby. Lick the whip," Rose purred, sliding the thick handle over Gillian's lips. She slid her hands into Gillian's blonde hair and held her tightly.
Gillian licked; tasting the leather, the salty sweat on the shiny handle.
"Good, now suck it," Rose purred, and turned the whip handle in her gloved hands, sliding it at Gillian's mouth. "Get it all wet."
She eased the whip into Gillian's mouth, and the helpless librarian sobbed as it entered. The horrible taste of the leather seethed around in her mouth, as the rough surface ran over her tongue. She sobbed in shame, seeing Dean out of the corner of her eye, standing there, watching her humiliation.
"Deeper, honey. Suck it like it was a real cock, come on, right in," Rose purred. She pushed and the top of the handle rasped at Gillian's throat, making her gag and heave on the floor. "Naughty; you took a cock before, so you can take this, come on, swallow it."
The menace in her voice sent Gillian shuddering and moaning, as she tried to take more of the whip handle. It pushed at her throat and she gagged, but somehow she managed to take an inch or so of it; jerking as her stomach heaved.
Rose eased the whip handle inside, fucking Gillian's throat with it, as she held the blonde's hair.
"Come on, suck the cock, honey, suck it!" Rose grinned, and spread her legs wider around Gillian's shivering body. "Now, push my dress up."
Gillian managed to slide her hands onto Rose's thighs, and slowly pushed the white leather dress up over Rose's stocking tops and on; revealing Rose's creamy thighs. Gillian's throat spasmed around the whip handle, as Rose worked the leather in and out of her mouth. Gillian trembled. Rose had over half of the whip handle in her mouth and the white gloves rubbed against her soft lips.
"Further!" Rose snapped.
Gillian was ready to throw up. In a dreadful haze of pain and humiliation, Gillian eased the white leather dress up and finally exposed Rose's leather panties.
"Take them off. They clip at the sides," Rose said, running the whip handle in and out of Gillian's throat.
Gillian found the first clip, pulling at it until it came open. The second one was even easier, and soon the terrified librarian was pulling the hot leather panties out from around Rose's garter belt and holding them; waiting in terror as the whip handle slid in and out of her throat.