"You lying, fucking bitch!" Antony yelled, whipping the cat into Annabelle in a frenzy of anger. "Confess, whore, confess!"
The lashing cat tails pounded into her ass, sending Annabelle screaming, jumping on the bed, spreading her knees as she tried to keep herself upright. She knew that the slightest movement from what they wanted would bring even more pain. She raised her ass higher and tried to see if Antony was going to come soon and end her punishment, but she got a horrible shock.
Hilary just held his cock, playing with it slowly, running her tongue over his hard cock-head as she waited, grinning up at him. He raised the cat, beat it into Annabelle's ass, making the blonde librarian scream with renewed pain.
"Confess, whore," he demanded. "You can bet your ass Hilary won't suck me off until you do, and I wanna come. I'm horny, bitch, make up your fuckin' mind."
He whipped Annabelle hard, the cat lashing across her crimson ass, the knots of the cat beating fresh points of agony into her flesh.
As she recognized her helplessness, a surge of the depraved lust she had come to know so well broke over the screaming Annabelle. She could feel her pussy running with juices, feel the rampant lust beating at the gates of her resolution. Sobbing and moaning she slid her hand down, through her legs and onto her pussy, rubbing her clit until she groaned and bubbled with the climax rushing up her body.
"Bitch, whore!" Antony yelled, whipping her ass harder. "You bring yourself off like that, whore and I'll whip your fuckin' cunt!"
But Annabelle couldn't stop. Her fingers blurred over her clit, one finger even reaching into the sopping wet wall of her pussy as the cat beat endless lines of the most depraved lust into her body.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. "Nooooo! I hate you, hate you, hate you!"
She chewed at the bedclothes as the orgasm rushed over her, her fingers blurring on her pussy.
With a scream of lust she climaxed, her body tossing wildly until she fell over, rolling on the soft mattress. Her fingers were still on her clit as she stared up at the two of them, still in the same position, Antony holding the cat over her, Hilary kneeling at his feet, playing with his cock.
"What did I tell you, bitch?" Antony said softly. "Now over an your back and spread your legs. Hilary, get the chain!"
"You fucking bastard!" Annabelle screamed, rubbing her sore ass, trembling as the lust began to roll up over her once more. "You just want to whip me, admit it!"
"Of course I want to whip you," Antony confessed easily. "Fuck, it makes my cock go crazy, and you know how much you love that, hey whore?"
"Come on, you little cunt," Hilary said. "You're making me real pissed."
She took the chain and twisted it around the base bar of the bed, pulling Annabelle's head down, close to the mattress. Annabelle struggled and gasped, but the chain wouldn't give at all.
"On your back, bitch," Antony said. His cock seemed to the sobbing librarian to have grown another inch. She moaned as she rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs at his command. "Hold your ankles!"
Annabelle felt the tears rushing out of her eyes as she obeyed. She was now in the most degrading position. On her back, her head close to Antony's rampant cock, her legs wide open, spread on either side of her head. The puffy red flesh of her pussy-lips was wet with her juices, and they continued to flow whatever she did.
She moaned as she saw Hilary kneeling again, her mouth moving gently over Antony's enormous cock-head, her skillful fingers playing with his shaft. Terror rushed over the helpless librarian as she watched the cat sweep up in the air over her pussy, the knots tiny points of tenor. Her hair spread across the sheets as she trembled at the sight of the whip, tossing, sweeping downward.
"Confess, whore!" Antony yelled as he whipped her.
The knots beat into Annabelle's clit, her inner thighs and the insides of her ass-cheeks. The pain rushed out, but it was instantly drowned in the helpless, depraved lust that exploded with the very touch of the cat. Her fingers gripped her ankles compulsively, her thighs trembled, spread as her pussy throbbed with passion and her screams echoed around the bedroom.
"You fucker!" she wailed, using words she wouldn't have dreamed of using only the day before.
She arched on the bed, her legs straining wider as she watched the cat sweep down on her cunt again.
"Fucker! I hate you!" she screamed as the knots cut into her pussy. Drops of her cuntjuices jumped into the air from the lashing, and the tails of the cat glistened as they got wet.
Antony swung the cat into Annabelle's pussy, watching the little librarian's legs heaving as she thrust upward on the bed, her cunt pulsating to the beat of the cat.
"Suck me off, Hilary!" he yelled. "I'll get her later, fuck, I'll get the bitch!"
He whipped Annabelle harder and faster, his arm swinging through the beat of the cat, sweeping the tails across the floor until they swung up in a circle and down again to lash the screaming, climaxing librarian.
Hilary murmured as she sank her mouth deeper onto her husband's cock. She eased her mouth over his heaving cock-head, then let it slip into her throat as she played with his balls and shaft, urging him deeper into her hot, wet pit. Her gurgles of delight at the full hard prick filling her mouth were drowned by Annabelle's screams, but Antony felt it all as he held his wife's head with one hand, ramming his cock deeper into her willing threat as he whipped Annabelle, driving endless screams of helpless pain and lust from the blonde librarian.
Annabelle couldn't believe herself. She stared shamelessly at Hilary sucking Antony's cock, the way the dark-haired woman's lips slid up and down the shaft as more and more of the thick rod vanished into her throat. She saw Hilary's throat muscles bulging to take the invasion of the monster, her mouth sucking hard and skillfully at the pulsating shaft.
Annabelle screamed as the whip lashed into her pussy and thighs, some of the knots even whipping over her tight ass-cheeks and into the tight knot of her shitter entrance. She stared, and she wanted that cock in her own mouth. She wanted to suck it, taste the cum as it gushed out, fill her mouth with its salty, sticky hot flavor.
"Nooooo!" she screamed, as much to herself as to Antony. "Noooo, leave me alone, I hate you, you bastard, you pervert, you shit-licking asshole, nooooo!"
With screams of pain and lust she pulled her anides downward, spreading her thighs wider for the cat, heaving her ass upward.
"Confess, you whore!" Antony yelled as he whipped the shrieking blonde. "Confess!"
"Never, noooo!" Annabelle screamed, her whole body erupting with pain and desire. Climaxes surged over her, bursting out of her control with each beat of the whip.
He beat Annabelle even faster, his eyes glazed, his cock swelling and heaving in Hilary's mouth.
"You bitch, you'll regret this!" he yelled. "I'll get you, I will, I'll get you!"
His cock jumped and heaved in Hilary's mouth as she played him, her mouth sucking his cock hard in her throat. "Heeerrreee I come!"
"Noooo! Aaaggghhhh!" Annabelle screamed as she saw Hilary ease her mouth back up the length of Antony's cock-shaft. She knew what was coming, but couldn't stop herself from heaving her ass up even higher for the final beats of the whip. She heard Antony bellowing as Hilary slipped her mouth to the side and played with his cock, holding the swollen, throbbing cock-head right over Annabelle's face.
Great gobs of hot white cum shot out of Antony's piss-slit as he brought the whip across Annabelle's cunt and ass with a slap that sent drops of pussy-juice splattering all over her stomach, thighs and the bed sheets.