Suddenly Antony roared, his cock thrusting deep in Annabelle's ass, his cum rushing around in his balls. "Yeahh, I'm coming, I'm coming, ohhhh!"
He pounded his heaving prick into the bound blonde, and it all happened at once.
Kirby grabbed his cock.
"You whip her!" he yelled to Hilary. "We got her now, look at the bitch!"
Annabelle erupted in a final, searing orgasm. She wasn't really aware of what was happening. Antony's cock spurted cum in her ass, shaking her whole body and, with each spurt of cockjuice, Hilary lashed the cane across her ass.
Helplessly, Annabelle came to the demands of the thin rod. Cum splattered over her face and over Zoe's cunt as Kirby yelled, jerking hot streams of juice from his cock as Zoe stroked his ass and caressed his creaming balls. Annabelle screamed and licked up the cum, feeling it splattering into her hair, over her mouth.
Another searing orgasm overcame her. Moaning, screaming, her body heaving with the unbelievable mixture of pain and ecstasy, she rolled, her legs pulling against the bonds, her arms grabbing for Zoe's thighs, pulling the sexy little bitch closer, ramming her mouth over the quivering cunt-flesh, licking up the fresh cum at it fell.
Kirby grabbed her head, made her suck down the last of his cum as it poured from his cockslit. Then he rammed her back down on Zoe's cunt, held her there while she sucked wildly, screaming continuously.
The cane lashed her. Antony was yelling as his cock poured out more hot wads of cum. Annabelle soared, clung at the crest of the most terrible orgasm of her life, her body pulsating, driven to the limit and still not able to push that last inch to utter satisfaction. She screamed, sucked, her face smeared with cum, her ass digging deep, thrusting up for the cane and suddenly she knew what she had to do.
She reached for her tits, grabbed the clamps, twisted them as hard as she could, pulling at her own flesh. The pain drove into her, burning her, thrusting her high, over the heaving mass on the table. Cum shot into her ass, she bit hard on Zoe's clit, the whip lashed her and, with a final twist of the clamps she went over, crested, soared down the wonderful slope of utter satisfaction, her body slowing.
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 tits 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 the 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 blowjob."
"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.