Annabelle's scream cut off as cum shot over her lips, mashing into her cheeks and nose. She gave a bubbling scream as another climax broke over her and the whip cut her cunt, while cum shot from Antony's cock as Hilary held the heaving shaft, caressing his balls to give up the whole of their load.
Annabelle screeched as another wad of goo splattered over her face. She kept a tight hold on her ankles, her ass jerking uncontrollably as she came, more and more jism bursting over her face.
Antony gasped, his arm beating the cat into Annabelle's pussy. He beat her, his arm flashing down to the pace of the cum as it burst from his cock, but even he was giving out.
After a few more strokes, the blows scarcely hurt the librarian at all. The last gobs of cum shot out of his cock and then Hilary slid her mouth back aver the still-hard cock-head, licking up the cum still oozing from the tiny piss-slit.
"Swallow it," Antony ordered as he stood over Annabelle, his cock slowly coming down in Hilary's hot little mouth. "Don't make me do this all over again, whore!"
Annabelle was shaking all over and she knew she couldn't take any more. She let go of her ankles and her legs fell back to the bed. She slid a finger over her cheek, picking up the wet gobs of cum and pushing them between her lips and into her mouth as she watched him staring down at her. There was something hard on her cheeks and only then did she realize that all the cum from the night before she was still encrusted on her skin. She moaned and wanted to be sick, but she knew there would be a terrible penalty to pay for that. The hard, dry spunk was all over her face, her tits, her tummy and also in her hair, some of which was tightly stuck together.
Antony laughed as his cock softened and Hilary slipped it back onto his robe. "Hungry, bitch?"
It hit Annabelle suddenly that she was very hungry, but she wasn't going to tell him. She stayed silent.
"You know, you stuck-up whore," Antony said softly, "if you go on like this, things'll get real nasty for you, and I ain't kidding. Now, hungry, bitch?"
"Yes," Annabelle said sullenly.
"Well," he said brightly, "let's go to breakfast then, shall we?"
Annabelle was dazed. She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet and then Hilary led her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the dining room. Stark-naked, Annabelle stood and trembled at the amused faces of the rest of the group that had tortured her so much.
"Look at her, cum all over the fuckin' place," Zoe said, lounging back in an easy chair under the window. She let her little nightie slide up over her thighs as she stared at Annabelle. "I think she should get washed up before she eats."
"Oh, no," Patrick said, sounding as if he really cared. "The poor girl must be starving, come along, have some breakfast."
Annabelle knew something nasty was coming, she just didn't know what it was.
Unsteadily she walked towards the table and stopped close to it as Patrick indicated.
"Bend over to eat," he said, "and put your hands behind your back."
There was a giggle from Zoe, and Annabelle shuddered. She looked at the table. There were some fried eggs still there, though they looked cold, some fries, bacon, coffee, toast and jelly, and a lot of dirty plates.
"Please," she said, "I'm not really hungry." Kirby strolled up laughing. Like the other men he was in his robe and his cock stuck out of the folds, swinging with every movement he made.
"Oh, come," he said, "you must be hungry – eat, eat."
He waved at the table.
"Well, maybe I'll have an egg," Annabelle said uncertainly.
"Keep your hands behind your back," Lee said sharply from his chair as Annabelle reached for a plate. He ginned wildly and got up, picking up a length of nylon rope.
"Oh, no, please," Annabelle wept, "I'll keep my hands behind my back, I will, honest."
She stared at Lee as he came up to her, that horrible grin on his face. He grabbed her wrists, bent her arms sharply, twisting them until her elbows almost touched. She wailed in pain, but he ignored her and slid the rope around her wrists. Annabelle moaned, but the rope tightened and then Lee wound it up her arms, pulling them even closer together.
Lee pushed her down over the table, ramming her head down until it was almost on the table cloth.
"There you go, honey," he said. "Now eat." Annabelle sobbed as Lee pulled the plate of fried eggs towards her.
"Eat!" he snapped, leaning over her, his cock thrusting into the crack of her ass.
"No, no, hey, I know how she has to eat," said Zoe and bounded out of her chair. "Watch this, boys, and get the cane, she might not agree to it, right away."
Annabelle wept and moaned as she saw Zoe climb onto the table top. The little nightie was up over Zoe's ass, so the whole of her legs and pussy were naked. There were red lines on her ass and she lifted it for Annabelle to inspect.
"See those?" she panted. "Oooohhh, did they hurt great. And look at this."
Brazenly she sat back down on the table top and spread her legs even wider, pulling her pussy-lips with their dark lining of cunt-hair aside.
"See?" Zoe taunted the sobbing blonde. "I got fucked already this morning, wanna know who it was?"
She grinned and slid her hand over Annabelle's shrinking tits, caressing the whipped flesh.
Annabelle stared at the red gash of Zoe's cunt and saw the trickle of cum oozing out of the hot hole. She gave another sob, wondering what was coming. She didn't have long to wait.
Zoe picked up a mushy fried egg. "You wanted to eat this, didn't you?"
Annabelle was still bent low over the table with Lee's hand on her neck. She craned up to look at Zoe.
"No," she said, "I don't wanna eat it."
The act of defiance started a sudden rush of excitement all over her body. She wasn't scared of them any more. She hated the humiliation they put her through, but she could take any pain they handed out.
And it was coming. She saw Patrick with the cane in his hand from the corner of her eye. The blow landed and the horrible, delicious agony burst all over her. Her scream erupted, her head jerking back, her long blonde hair tossing wildly.
"Fuck off!" she screamed. "Eat the fuckin' egg yourself!"
She struggled, but Lee pushed her down farther and the cane landed again, beating fresh explosions of pain into her ass.
She screamed as the cane whipped her ass, her legs straining, her thighs trembling with the surging agony. Already the desperate fires of lust in her were burning harder, her ass jerking to the beat of the cane, her pussy running juices helplessly. Another stroke beat into her taut assflesh and her screams of mingled lust and pain rang around the room.
"Eat this fuckin' egg, bitch!" Zoe yelled, thrusting it at Annabelle's face. "You're gonna eat it out of my cunt!"
The cane lashed her ass and Annabelle screamed, watching as Zoe took the soft egg and began smearing it all over the pink slit of her cunt, pushing some of it inside her wet little hole.
"Eat it, whore!" Zoe yelled, thrusting upon the table, pushing her wide-open cunt at the blonde librarian's face.
The cane lashed her ass and she screamed as raging orgasms burst over her, fuelling the rage, the surging desire that was going out of control. It was a baffle of wills, and there was more than one way to win it.
"Yeahhhh!" she screamed. "I'll eat the fuckin' egg, whore, come here, bitch, lemme eat at it!"
"Fuck," Patrick said, "she's incredible."
"Yeah," Lee said, "and I gotta fuck her while she eats."
Annabelle didn't care. They could fuck whatever hole they liked, it was Zoe she was interested in. The little nympho slid the last few inches and there was her cunt, covered in egg yolk and white, all of it mingled with cum. With a low moan of apparent surrender, Annabelle licked some of the mess from the very edge of Zoe's trembling pussy-lips.