"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 tightcr. 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 cunt, 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 coming 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 coming, 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 clit 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.