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Chapter 4
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.
"You're getting good at this!" Rose laughed. "Now, take the whip handle and fuck me with it; go on!"
Gillian moaned as Rose let go of the whip. In a heaving terror, Gillian pulled the handle out of her throat and tried to put it to the wet lips of Rose's cunt, while at the same time, holding the white dress out of the way. Rose laughed and spread her legs, opening the dark- haired lips of her pussy for Gillian.
"Come on, ram it up me! You hate me, don't you?"
"No, no, I don't hate you!" Gillian wept, sliding the whip handle over Rose's clit, working it toward the steaming hole of her cunt.
"Liar!" Rose laughed. She grabbed Gillian's hair again and tilted the blonde's head up. "If you don't hate me, you're a real wimp. Now, let's try that again."
"No, no, I don't hate you!"
"You stupid bitch!" Rose snarled.
Gillian screamed as Dean pulled her up, shoving her onto the table facedown. Then Rose grabbed her hair and held her while Dean took her legs, pulling them wide open and lashing her ankles to the table legs.
Gillian lay there; spread-eagled on the table, her head hanging over one side. Dean held the squirming blonde while Rose pulled a chair up and sat in it, spreading her legs brazenly on either side of Gillian's bound body. She tilted her pussy up and pulled Gillian's head down, until the two met.
Gillian gave a muffled scream as her face was buried in Rose's hot wet cunt. The smell of a woman in heat washed over her, and she struggled as Rose's cunt-slit rubbed over her face.
Rose pulled Gillian's head up, her skirt falling over her captive's face, her long stocking-clad legs stretched across the tabletop on either side of the sobbing blonde.
"Now, get that whip up my cunt!"
Gillian took the whip handle and ran it over Rose's spread wet pussy flesh. She found the entrance of Rose's fuck-hole and eased the leather handle in, feeling Rose's cunt muscles spasm around the thick rod. Gillian worked the handle in and out of Rose's pussy.
"Mmm," Rose purred, as she worked her pussy on the whip handle. "Now, tell me how much you hate me."
"No, no, I don't hate you," Gillian lied. "It's just that aagghhh! Help!"
She twisted desperately, her ass on fire, just in time to see the thin rod in Dean's hand.
"No, please! For the love of God, no!" she begged.
"Tell me how much you hate me," Rose purred, "and don't let that handle fall out of my cunt, bitch, or you'll really get it if you do."
"No, no, I don't aaaghhh! Help no, please, no! Please, don't whip me, please!" Gillian struggled and wept, her ass on fire; three thin lines of agony across her flesh, beaten deep into the already thick mass of welts there.
"Tell me how much you hate me."
"Yes, yes, all right, I hate you!" Gillian screamed.
"And work that whip in my cunt!" Rose screamed. "Whip her Dean, she's gotta learn!"
Aaaghgh, no, no please uurrghh!" Gillian twisted and jerked on the tabletop, her legs squirming on the polished surface, her ass burning with a desperate fire.
"Work that thing in my cunt, bitch! Do as you're told!" Rose yelled, jerking her pussy over the thick whip handle.
The rod lashed Gillian's trembling ass. She worked the whip handle into Rose's spasming cunt; sweat running down her face, her ass twitching, as she waited for the next blow.
"Yeaahhh!" Rose yelled. "Better, whore. Now do it. Tell me how much you hate me!"
Rose slammed her cunt all the way up the whip handle, her white gloved hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
"I hate you!" Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle into Rose's pussy with all the force she had.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Now, fuck me! Come on! Fuck me with that handle you hate me, you hate me!" Rose jerked and tossed in the chair, her wet cunt sucking in the whip handle.
"Yes, aaaghghhh! Fuck, you bastard!" Gillian screamed as the rod whipped her ass once more. "I hate you, I hate you both!"
"Yeahhh, and all you can do is lie there and fuck my pussy with a whip and take a beating, right?" Rose screamed, lurching upward, her cunt taking the whole of the whip handle into her hot cunt.
"Yes, yes urrghhh! You fuckers, you bastards, you shits!" Gillian screamed. She pumped the whip handle into Rose's pussy, her hand rubbing over the woman's clit, getting wet with Rose's juices.
"So fuck me like you hate me, bitch! Come on, show you hate me, you wimp, you dirty little wimp!" Rose heaved in the chair, her long legs trembling around Gillian's bound body, her white leather dress sliding up over her hips.
Gillian screamed, and rammed the whip handle into Rose's cunt as hard as she could. Then she hauled it out and slammed it back in, her hand running hard into Rose's clit. Furiously, sweat pouring off her face, her ass twitching as she waited for the whip, she fucked Rose's cunt; slamming the whip handle into the woman's hot wet fuck hole.
Rose spasmed and jerked in the chair, gasping with lust. Her thighs spread wider and she leaned back, running her hands inside the top of her dress, caressing her tits through her tiny bra. She rolled her large, crinkled nipples in her fingers; moaning as her passion mounted.
"Yesss, come on, bitch! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! You wanna kill me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Gillian screamed, jerking as the rod cut into her ass.
"But you have to fuck me instead, bitch, right?" Rose yelled, her hot cunt swallowing the whip handle in a great gulp.
"I hate you, I hate you!" Gillian screamed, ramming the whip handle deep in Rose's cunt. "Aaaaagghhh!"
The rod lashed her ass, and beat a terrible line across it.
"But you have to fuck me, don't you, bitch? You can't do what you want, right?" Rose screamed, her hips jerking faster and faster.
"Yes, yes, I do!" Gillian sobbed, her tits rubbing against the edge of the table; her hands cramping as she rammed the whip into Rose's cunt. But the rod whipped her again, and her screams echoed around the room, as she jerked and flopped against the polished tabletop.
"Say it, bitch! Say you have to fuck me! Come on, bitch!" Rose demanded.
"Uaaghhh! I have to fuck you!" Gillian sobbed.
"And you hate that, you wanna kill me so bad!"
"Yes, yes, I do!"
"But you have to fuck me!" Rose leaned back and roared with laughter.
"Yes, yes, you bitch, I have to fuck you and I wanna tear you to pieces!" Gillian screeched, jerking as another lash of the rod beat into her ass.
"Welcome to real life, bitch!" Rose screamed, climaxing in the chair. "Learn it, use it; it's the only way to win! Aaahhh, yeahhhhh!"
She peaked, her cunt throbbing around the length of the whip handle as she came down from her climax, gasping with pleasure.
Gillian held the whip handle in Rose's cunt; her fingers wet with cuntal juices, her ass burning from the rod. She sobbed, her body aching and throbbing. She felt desperately humiliated, but something she had never known before was churning in her guts. It was a strange satisfaction, and she had no idea where it had come from, or what it was.
Rose laughed, and slid her white leather dress back down her thighs, covering Gillian's hand and the whip handle.
"Now take it out, slowly," she ordered.
Gillian moaned, as she eased the whip handle out of Rose's sucking cunt. It came out wet and slippery; shining in the light. She reached back and rubbed her ass, moaning in horror, as she found a smear of blood on her flesh.
"Lick it clean!" Rose snapped.
Gillian gave in at once, licking her tongue over the handle of the whip, tasting Rose's hot salty pussy juices.
"See?" Rose laughed. "This is how it is, honey; learn how to win, if you can."
She burst into peals of laughter and slid her hand up under the hem of her dress, reaching up for her pussy. Her eyes went hazy with lust as she rubbed her clit for a few moments, watching Gillian lick the whip handle. Almost instantly, her ass jerked and she gave a moan of lust.
"Lick it!" she gasped, and her fingers blurred on her clit. She gave a long moan and climaxed; her free hand working her nipples as she watched the suffering librarian. "Ram it down your throat! Get it down before I finish cumming!"
Gillian broke into sobs of horror, but she dared not disobey. She slid the tip of the handle into her mouth and pushed it down, reaching her throat, where it stuck and she gagged.
"Get it right down your throat!" Rose screamed, her white dress tossing over her thighs, as she rubbed her clit and twisted her ass, beating her pussy hard against the tabletop. Gillian's throat opened and she got a little of the whip handle in. She knew what was coming. As Rose's fingers rubbed under the white dress, inches from Gillian's nose, she gave a deep gasp of passion.
"Deeper!" she screamed, jerking in the chair, her legs shivering around Gillian's helpless body.
Gillian's gurgling scream rang out as the rod lashed her ass. Another four or five inches of whip handle sank into her mouth.
"Deeper, deeper!" Rose demanded, her eyes blurred and misty.
The rod lashed across her ass and Gillian screamed, sinking the whip handle right into her throat, pumping her head up and down on the plaited leather; the handle rasping over her throat as the rod lashed her again.
Rose gave a scream of final climax, rolling in her chair; sinking back down as her satisfaction rolled over her in soft waves.
"Better," Rose purred, "better."
The rod stopped and Gillian lay there, keeping the leather handle in her mouth. She looked up and there was Dean, just standing with the thin rod, grinning at her.
"Now it's my turn," he said. "I've been waiting to get my hands on you for months."
Rose laughed and drew her long legs over Gillian's head.
"I bet I know how you want it, you fucker," she commented.
"You got it," Dean grunted, as he untied Gillian's ankle bonds. "Get up."
Gillian tried to rise, but she hurt too much and she felt too exhausted. She burst into tears.
"Please, why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?"
She turned a tear-stained face to him, but he wasn't impressed.
"Get up," he said, and then grabbed her hair to help her.
With a scream, Gillian landed on her feet on the floor by the table. She took one look and burst into hysterics.
"No, not that, nooooo!" she wailed, seeing Rose standing by the horrible rack.
"Walk to it, honey; walk to it!" Dean ordered.
"No, please, not that, please!"
"Walk to it!"
"No!" Gillian screamed.
She broke down completely, as Dean twisted her arm behind her back and marched her over to the rack. Screaming at the top of her voice, she struggled, but it was hopeless. The rack was vertical and Dean flung her between the uprights in a moment. Before Gillian knew what was happening, her wrists were in thick leather straps.
Begging and pleading every step of the way, she struggled as the straps were pulled up, to the top corners of the rack, and they stretched her; hanging her by her arms. Then they did the same to her feet; pulling her legs wide open, so that her body formed a letter X between the sides of the rack.
They pushed buttons and electric motors whirred, stretching the ropes out, until the pain ran down Gillian's arms and legs and through her whole body.
They shut the motors off when they were satisfied the ropes were tight enough.
Gillian hung there; spread-eagled, sobbing her heart out as Dean slid a bench between her legs. Behind him, Rose stood playing with the whip, watching Gillian's tits pulsate with the pain of her bondage. Rose's white dress top was open and her bra had been pushed aside, showing the swells of her luscious tits. She ran her fingers over her nipples, enjoying every minute of Gillian's pain.
Standing at the end of the bench, in full view of Gillian, Dean started to take his clothes off. Even through her pain, Gillian wanted to see Dean's cock; to see what she would have to suffer, but she wasn't ready for it. When his pants were down and he was reaching for his briefs, she could see that his cock was a monster; standing out like a massive skewer. She gave a sob of horror.
Dean's cock was enormous; it had to be a foot of thick meat, and Gillian knew she'd never get it into her tight little cunt.
Rose saw her face and laughed. "You'll beg for that cock when we've finished with you."
Dean lay on the bench; his cock sticking up, the massive round cockhead just inches from Gillian's pussy. He ran his fingers over her clit, and Gillian spasmed with an agonizing passion.
"Did Marty ass-fuck you?"
"Yes," Gillian sobbed. "He's a beast, a horror, a --"
"Shut up! I hope for your sake that he didn't break your cherry. I get real pissed when I lose a chance at that." Almost casually, Dean slid his finger up into Gillian's cunt. "Wow, fancy that; it didn't break! Now, you beg me to fuck you when you're ready. You see this?"
He showed Gillian a little box.
"Yes," Gillian whispered.
"It lowers the rack, so that your cunt goes over my cock. Simple." He pressed a button and more motors whirred, letting the rack down a few inches.
Gillian screamed as Dean's enormous round cockhead pushed at the entrance to her pussy. Even that contact sent shivers of horror through her. Her cuntwalls stretched and ached, and she could see the rest of his enormous prick, reaching between her stretched thighs.
"Beg me," Dean said.
"No, please, for the love of God, please, no! Aaahh! Noooo!" Gillian's wide, terrified eyes stared at Rose, as the woman swung the whip and the tail curled through the air. Gillian screamed as the leather cut right across her lovely tits, beating thick welts over her tit-mounds.
"Beg me!"
"Please, fuck me, please! Aaaghhh! Please, do it, please!" Gillian begged, as the whip lashed her tits, cutting across them, leaving red lines across her flesh. She heaved on the ropes; her body tight and twisting in pain and horror, her cunt inching down toward Dean's prick.
"Like this?" Dean chuckled.
He pushed a button on the box. The motors whirred and Gillian's tight little cunt sank an inch farther onto his cock.
"Aaaghh, yes, yes, no, no!" Gillian screamed, as Rose whipped her tits again. "I did what you said!"
The whip curled in the air.
"So what?" Rose yelled. "This is the way it is, honey; this is it!"
She gave a horrible laugh, as the whip lashed out and cut across Gillian's nipples, beating red hot pain all over the bound librarian.
"More!" Dean yelled; his cock throbbing and shoving a couple more inches into Gillian's shuddering cunt.
"Yes, yes, please! No, aagghhh!" Gillian screamed, as the whip beat her tits to the side, leaving another thick welt of pain across her flesh. Her body tossed, the motors whirred, and she sank another inch onto Dean's fucker.
Her pussywalls were stretched to the limit by the enormous fuck- rod. The tip of Dean's fucker came up against her cherry. She tossed; her body throbbing, her tits heaving under the assault of the whip, her pussy spasming with the thick cockhead buried in it.
"Beg me to fuck you!" Dean yelled, lying on the bench, holding the box; his cock still in her cunt, waiting.
"Please, fuck me!" Gillian wailed, screaming, as the whip lashed out and beat her tits. "Please, please!"
"You're a real little whore, right?" Rose yelled, lashing Gillian again, curling the whip expertly around the librarian's body and onto her ass. "You're only doing this to get a promotion in the library, right?"
The whip curled around Gillian's tits.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Gillian confessed, weeping and jerking on the ropes.
"You just fuck to get what you want, huh?" Rose laughed, whipping Gillian's ass again.
"Yes!" Gillian screamed, her body throbbing with pain, her cunt heaving up and down, still riding the first few inches of Dean's thick fucker.
Rose laughed. "Okay, bitch, you got it."
The whip curled across Gillian's ass and Dean pushed a button.
The motors whirred, and Gillian came down, but Dean held her up by her thighs for a moment; keeping her cunt high on his cock. Gillian pleaded and begged; her body aching as the whip lashed her ass, curling expertly around her body. Then Rose lashed her tits.
Gillian leaped; jerking on the ropes, surging up and then down, her already-wet cunt sliding over Dean's massive cock. He let go of her thighs as his cockhead rushed up her cunt; coming into contact with Gillian's cherry. For a moment, her cherry was stretched; then it gave way and Dean's massive long fuck-rod surged to the top of her quivering cunt.
Gillian gave a long drawn-out scream.
Her virginity was gone.