CHAPTER FIVE

　

Cindy hear George go over to the desk with the one remaining

connected telephone on it. As she hugged her whipped tits on the

floor and sobbed quietly, the phone's ringing stopped.

"Yeah?" she heard George say. "Fuckin' impatient, aren't you?

Now you get here when…yeah, I know what a pain he is, but just

shut the fucker up and he'll get everything he wants. Yeah, okay

Bill, I understand. Yeah, of course, and bring some of the

equipment, too. This is more fun that I thought it would be. Okay,

see you."

Cindy heard him put the phone back down. It seemed that her

torment wasn't over, there were going to be more people to

witness her degradation. She sniffed and wept, unable to realize

yet just how terrible it all was.

Then George was standing over her "Want something to eat?" he

asked.

This was the last thing in Cindy's mind and she shook her head,

staring up at him, wondering what he would do next. His cock

was even now slightly hard a it bounced with each movement he

made, and it seemed to the terrified girl that his cock was getting

harder as she watched it.

"Something to drink then?" asked George.

"Want to get the taste of cum out of your mouth?"

That was an idea Cindy hadn't thought of and she desperately

wanted something to moisten her throat, but it was the way he

said it that was wrong. She shook her head again.

"Oh well, suit yourself," said George. "In that case you can suck

m hard again while I eat. I've got one more thing to do before they

get here. Get your arse over here."

Cindy didn't have to be reminded of the whip. She scuttled over

on her hands and knees to where he was laying out some food

on the long reading table. The sight of cold chicken, rolls, fruit,

cakes and many other delicacies set Cindy's mouth watering, and

the bottles of wine and soft drinks that George laid out made her

regret her stubbornness, but she was committed now.

George slumped into one of the soft chairs and turned it ninety

degrees to the table. "Now suck me," he said, and picked up

some chicken and began to make himself a sandwich.

Cindy hardly hesitated. The leather whip lay on the table by his

hand and she remembered the pain if it all too well. Besides, she

was damned anyway, she was nothing but a whore for giving in.

And this was nothing new, she had done it before. Stifling another

sob, she sank to her knees between his legs and slid her hand

over the half-hard flesh of his cock. He grunted with pleasure and

went on making his sandwich.

Cindy slid closer, kissing the inside of his thigh, feeling the hairs

on the skin rub against her lips. There was an awful, dangerous

excitement to it all and she found her breathing getting ragged as

she slowly slid the tip of his cock between her lips once more.

His cock stirred and instantly more blood pumped into it and the

cockshaft hardened n her hand. With a low moan that she hoped

George would think was terror, she licked over the swollen

cockhead, remembering how it had been, thrust into her mouth,

shooting cum. Her stomach was in knots as she ran her lips over

the hardening prick flesh, feeling it grow under her caresses.

Cindy could still hardly believe she was doing this. Only a few

hours before, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything so

depraved, and now there were butterflies in her stomach as she

felt the cock harden and fill her cheeks. She moaned and slid it

farther into her mouth, feeling the prickhead work at the entrance

of her throat.

Feeling the best of his lust, she slowly sucked on the massive

cocklance, surrendering herself to the domination it represented.

She had to do it, she was forced to, it wasn't her fault. She felt

her chest heaving as she filled her mouth with the solid

cockmeat, sucking and working over the cockhead as she

unconsciously found herself rubbing her thighs together to ease

some of the longing inside her.

"Now pull right back and hold it, and just lick the tip," said

George, not looking at her as he poured himself a glass of wine.

Cindy did it instantly, running her mouth back along the length of

the prickshaft, holding the throbbing length in her hand and letting

her tongue run over the huge meaty cockhead. It tasted of cum

still, very slightly, and she remembered all that white goo he had

pumped into her mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue int6 the tiny

slit where it all poured from and was rewarded with another grunt

from her master.

"Mmmmmnnnn," he said, almost absently. "Do that again, then

swallow my prick right down your throat."

Cindy held the cock and licked into the piss slit again. Then, with

desire rising in her like a dreadful tide that was going to drown

her, she ran the rigid fucker into her muth and groaned as it came

up against the resisting muscles of her throat. She pushed

harder, knowing that she would be punished if she didn't do it

right, and was rewarded with the cock sinking almost an inch

more into her mouth.

"Yeahhhh," said George, taking a drink of wine and studying the

four inches of his cock that still stuck out of Cindy's lips. "Get it

all, kid, or I'll whip the shit outa you till you do."

Cindy groaned in utter terror and tried her best to take all the

cock. She strained and pushed, but no more than another half

inch would sink into her throat before she was gagging and

pulling back, gasping for air. She clung to his cock, frightened as

she tried not to be sick.

"Tut, tut," said George disapprovingly. "Not good enough. Want

another try?"

Cindy was shaking with terror and she frantically nodded, still

gasping for breath and unable to talk. She worked his cock over

with her lips and tongue, then sank it again as far as she could,

but her throat still rsisted and, try as she might, she just strangled

on his cock until she had to give up and pull away, a fresh

outburst of hysterics washing over her.

"Oh please, please, I'll try until I get it, I will George, honest, I will.

Let me try again, please." And she reached for his cock again.

Without looking at her, he jerked her head up by the chaln around

her neck.

"Whore," he said, as he reached for the remalns of his sandwich,

"you gotta lot to learn."

Casually he put the last of the sandwich in his mouth and chewed

away as he reached for the wine, all the time holding Cindy by the

chain. "But we got a lot of time to teach you, you little cunt. And

next time I get into that arse of yours, I want an audience to

appreciate how good I am at it. I mean, what use is it if you're the

only one here? You aren't in a position to comment on my

technique, are you?"

Frantically Cindy shook her head, her chest heaving as she wept.

"So for now," sald George, "just put my cock between those tits of

yours and work it, so that you can get it in your mouth at the top

of each stroke. Now do it."

To Cindy it sounded like a reprieve. She eased the top of her slip

away from where it still somehow managed to partly cover her tits

and slid his great big cock between them. She didn't need to be

told that he wanted her to hold her swelling tit mounds together,

tight on the cockshaft as she slid her whole body up and down

slightly, watching the head of the cock as it slid out from between

her whipped tit flesh.

She let the cockhead work into her mouth as it came up, then let

it retreat until it was hidden in the cleavage of her wonderful soft

tit mounds. Again she felt his desire as he eased upward and she

let his cock slide out of her cleavage and into her mouth.

He took a piece of cake and slowly ate it as he watched her. She

did as he wanted, letting him fuck her tits and mouth with long

leisurely strokes.

"Now, I've got some friends corning in," said George, "and you're

gonna be nice to all of them. But don't worry, we have one thing

to do first. I'm gonna fuck all of your holes first, to prove they're all

right. You do think that's good of me, don'tyou?"

Cindy couldn't even understand what he was talking about, but

she nodded her head as soon as his cock was out of her mouth.

"So, as soon as I've finished this piece of cake, you're gonna

bend over this table and I'm going to fuck your arse.'-

Cindy couldn't believe what she heard. More startled than afraid,

she jerked her head up and stared at him.

"No, no," said George, "you get your head back down, slut." And

he pushed her back.

But Cindy didn't even hear him. "You want to do what?" she

screamed.

"Fuck your arse," said George with a grin, and he picked up the

last piece of cake.

"But, but you can't do that, you can't," said Cindy, and the full

horror burst in on her. He was talking about sticking his cock into

her most private hole of all. Nobody could do that-that was,

impossible, it was too dirty to even think about.

"Oh, I can," said George, "and I'm willing to bet that you love it,

you depraved little cunt. I can't wait, you see, because most of

my friends will want to fuck you, too. And I get to be first on all of

them with you. So get that cute little arse of yours over the table

and let's take a look."

Cindy screamed in horror and tried to struggle to her feet. "Oh no,

no!" she wept. "Please, not that, please, not that, George,

please!"

George just laughed and grabbed her by her neck chain again.

"Over the table, cunt," he said, and almost threw her forward,

face down on the Formica top.

"No!" Cindy screamed. "No, don't make me, please, George,

please! I'll even suck you off again, but not that, please." She

struggled frantically as he slid over the table and leaned in on

her, holding her by the neck.

"Now listen, whore," he said, softly. "You can make this easy on

yourself, or real difficult, I don't care. You know how I love to whip

sluts, and I'll have a field day this time. So don't make me tie you

up, for your sake."

"Oh please, George, have mercy on me," Cindy wept, struggling

for breath as she thought of the dreadful thing he wanted to do to

her "I'll be good, I'll do anything else you want. Why don't you

fuck me again? Why not my, my vagina? You can do that,

George."

"Say cunt," said George, leaning in on her, his breath caressing

her face. She smelled the wine and shuddered as the terror

mounted.

"Cunt," she said, wondering at the awful word as she said it.

"Good. Now, will you make it easy, or difficult?"

"Oh please, no," Cindy wept as she watched him take her neck

chain and lash it to one of the feet of the table. She struggled but

already he had rendered her helpless. The collar bit into the back

of her neck and forced her face over the edge of the table top.

She dared not to try to hit him with her fists. She was too terrified

of what he would do then.

He walked behind the struggling girl. "Now, Cindy," he said softly,

"let's be reasonable. You know I'm gonna get to fuck your arse

one way or another, so why don't you beg me now, instead of

when your arse and cunt are a mass of pain, and I might not

even stop?"

Cindy burst into new floods of tears. "Oh please, George," she

begged. "Please don't humiliate me like this. I was a virgin.

Wasn't that enough?"

George just laughed. "Enough?" he echoed. "I never get enough,

cunt, and neither will you when I've finished with you. Now, beg to

have your arse fucked."

"Please, please, George, not . aaagghhhh, oh God!" Cindy

screamed as the whip cut across her arse. "Please, be nice,

please, aaahhhhggggg, oh no, no, no, please!" Her legs kicked in

the air and her arms thrashed around, but the neck chain held her

far too tightly to get away.

"Now I'm gonna get real pissed in a moment," said George. "So

this is your last chance."

Cindy screamed in agony as the whip slashed her arse and

suddenly it was her mouth that took over again, begging while the

rest of her struggled and wept at the terrible choice she had. "Oh

yes, you can do it, George, you can do it!" her mouth babbled.

And then, terrified of another whipping, she added: "You can fuck

my arse, oh yes, George, you can fuck my arse!" She collapsed in

a weeping heap over the table.

"Oh, good," said George. "It was getting a bit tedious giving you

all this training."

Cindy sobbed as she saw him put the long whip onto the table

beside her face. He ordered her to spread her legs, and,

trembling with fear, she did so. Then she felt his hands running

over her beaten arse. It was still red from the first time and the

new raw red cuts just added to her pain. Something wet was

being poured over her suffering arse cheeks and she gasped,

wondering what it was.

"Relax," said George caustically. "It's just some oil, help to cool

you down a bit. He chuckled and placed the small bottle where

she could see it. Cindy stared fixedly at the bottle and the whip as

he slowly ran his hands over her arse cheeks, spreading the oil as

he went.

The oil soothed her whipped flesh and she almost groaned with

the soft pleasure that flooded into her. She bit her lip to stifle any

sounds. She couldn't let him know he was pleasing her,

particularly with what he was about to do.

Then she stiffened. She knew it was going to come, but had been

hoping that somehow the moment would be infinitely postponed.

George's fingers ran between the cheeks of her arse and touched

her puckered arsehole. Then Cindy couldn't stifle the moan and

she struggled on the table. Nobody had ever touched her there,

and the humiliation was awful.

"Oh, no," she moaned softly as one of the fingers slid into her

arsehole, just an inch or so, but taking the oil with it. Relentlessly it

pushed on, and Cindy felt it come up against the resistance of

her sphincter muscle.

"Now you just relax, or it will be the worst for you," said George

softly as he pushed the finger farther, up beyond the tight ring of

muscle and into the hotness of her arse.

Cindy gave a gasp and moaned, but she was too terrified to do

anything else. She tried to relax her muscles. George chuckled

as he took his finger out and Cindy moaned and pressed her face

into the table, expecting another terrible whipping.

Instead he poured more oil on her arse and spread it wider, then

rolled most of it into the crack between her arse cheeks and

started working it into her arsehole.

Slowly his finger went back in and Cindy tensed and moaned, not

believing it as another one went in. Two of his fingers in her ass-it

was terrible. He laughed softly as he ran them up and back,

spreading the oil over her arse wall, lubricating it for his cock.

"I think that's enough," he said.

Cindy moaned as she felt the first pressure of his stiff prick

against her arsehole. She couldn't believe he would get his prick

up there, it was so tight, but he shoved and the cockhead slipped

in, sending waves of pain shooting over Cindy's unprepared body.

"Oh, no!" she wept.

He gave another heave and his cock rammed into her tight arse

ring and stopped there as the pain spread and Cindy gripped the

top of the table in her agony.

"Now, relax," he said cheerfully.

Cindy closed her eyes and tried to pretend he wasn't there. But

then she screamed in pain as he forced his massive cockhead

up, beyond her arse muscles and into the passage. Now there

was nothing to stop him and he rammed his fucker in, farther and

farther, until his thighs slapped against her arse.

"Yeahhhh," he said. "Now isn't that great?"

Cindy gave another gasp and sobbed, gripping the edge of the

reading table as the pain soared through her body. Her tits were

pressed flat on the Formica and the pressure on her beaten

nipples only added to her agony. Slowly, George withdrew his

cock until only the cock-head was inside her arse. He fucked

slowly in and out, less than an inch, while his victim wept and

struggled on the table. Then he fucked in again and Cindy gave

another moan.

His massive prick seemed to burst her arse guts apart as he

fucked in and the pain shot into her stomach and chest. George

slid out again and rammed in, throwing Cindy high onto the table,

pressing down on her back to bring her back down.

Cindy gasped and wept as he started fucking her arse with long

cock strokes, slapping against her arse cheeks at the end of each

one, the oil coating his prick as he rammed her arse harder and

faster. He had already come twice, and Cindy was sure she had

heard that men couldn't, well, come as fast after the first or

second time. So she was in for a long, degrading time, half

choking as she was arse fucked over the table where people

studied during the day. She would have to resign on Tuesday, of

course-she could never look at this toom again without

shuddering.

George was fucking her arse faster and faster, grunting as he

heaved her body up. His cock was now sliding right out of her arse

and fucking back in again. There was no resistance left in Cindy's

muscles and her helpless body let him do as he wanted.

Each ramming fuck thrust stretched her tight arse walls and she

moaned and struggled. But, to her terror and disgust, she could

feel those same sensations rising in her again as his brutal

fucking went on. The rasping of his huge prick along her arse ring

was inflaming her fuck lust, something she had never even

known she had befo?e. As his hips bounced into her arse cheeks,

the sensations swept over her, making her giddy.

But she wasn't going to give in, she was not going to let him

make her come as he fucked her arse. Cindy bit her lip, clutched

at her face, digging her nails in to take away from the rising

power of the orgasm. But that wasn't enough. Even the pain of

her nails as they dug into her cheeks couldn't stop the pounding

of the lust as it rose.

She gasped, banged her head on the table top, shouted and tried

to think of something to distract her from the dreadful,

unspeakable fact that she was going to cum.

Fortunately for her, or so she thought, George was now so gone

he didn't notice anything she was doing. His cock heaved and

throbbed in her arse as he rammed and fucked like a wild man,

yelling and cursing as the cum surged in his balls and started to

shoot out.

"Oh yeahhhh, you cunt, oh, yeahhh!" he shouted, "I'm coming up

your arse, cunt, right up your arse, oh yeahhhh!" And his cock

jumped as it squirted hot creamy spunk high into her arse guts.

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CHAPTER FOUR

　

"What do you mean?" Cindy shrieked, her fingers coming

abruptly away from her beaten cunt.

"Oh, you'll find out," said George easily and, before Cindy could

move, he'd reached out and grabbed her neck chain. There

wasn't much she could do but follow him. He dragged her out of

the door and down the corridor to the ladies' bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Cindy screamed.

"Just gonna wash you off," said George. "Don't like all that blood

around. Looks like you really were a virgin." He laughed as he

pushed her through the door.

She struggled and protested, but George just spun her around by

her collar and flung her to the cold white sink.

"Now clean yourself off," he ordered, and stood there, leaning

back against the wall, mocking her.

It was almost too much for Cindy, but she knew what would

happen if she refused to do as he said. Trembling from head to

foot with a mixture of shame and anger, she turned on the

faucets and let the water run until it was hot. She thought of the

many pleasant times she had spent in here, away from all the

turmoil of her work in the library. The place wouldn't any longer

be the sanctuary it had been. Now there would always be the

dreadful memory of George standing over her.

"Here." He tossed Cindy a washcloth.

She stared at it, bewildered. He really had planned this rape well.

She took the cloth and ran it in the hot water, ten washed her

thighs until all the mingled blood and cum were gone and they

were back to the pristine whitness-apart from the angry red marks

of the whip. She dried herself as well as she could on the paper

towels and turned to face him with an air that had defiance

behind it.

At his command, she opened her legs and allowed him to inspect

her to see that she was 'completely clean. Then he pulled on her

chain again and hauled her back out of the washroom. Cindy

struggled along behind him as before, but her mind was set now.

All he could do was rape her from now on. She would never again

sink to the humiliation of begging him for anything.

"Okay," he said, when they were back in the silence of the main

library. "Now I'm going to teach you the next thing you need to

know to please a man. On your knees."

Cindy stood between the bookshelves. Only a few hours before,

the place had been teeming with people, people she always

resented for their noise and the way they interrupted her work.

Now she would have given anything just to have one of them

there.

"No," she said defiantly. "I won't do it. I won't do anything you tell

me to do." She stood defiantly in front of him, hardly realizing how

helpless she looked in the tiny slip and white stockings. She

folded her arms over her luscious tits and stared at him.

George laughed. "Oh, thank God for that," he said. "I thought you

were going to be easy. Now I have some more training to do." He

grinned and jangled her neck chain. "Do you know what you're

gonna do next?"

Cindy ignored him.

He just laughed again. "That's one extra punishment," he said.

"Oh well, I'll tell you. You're gonna put my cock in your mouth and

suck it until I come, and then you're gonna lick all the cum up.

Got that?"

Cindy's eyes widened. How could he even think of something so,

so, disgusting? So perverted no decent person would even dream

of it?

"No!" she yelled defiantly. "I won't, I won't do anything so

disgusting, you can.

"Kill me?" he added "Oh well, don't say I didn't warn you."

He pulled her brutally toward him by the chain, and Cindy almost

choked as she fell forward. She fought, but he had grabbed her

and pulled her to the ladder she used to reach the higher books.

It was a sloping ladder wide at the base and tapering, and it ran

on two rails, one for the base and the other in the ceiling.

He flung the chain over the top of the ladder and pulled it until

Cindy was almost hanging by her neck, twisting and turning

against the rungs. Then he swiftly wrapped the chains around

one of the lower ngs and left her for a moment. Cindy tried

desperately to reach the rung with the chain wrapped round it, but

it was going to take a lot of time to get herself unraveled to

stretch her arms down far enough. She began heaving and

pulling, struggling to reach, but George was back along before

she had got anywhere.

"Silly girl," he said sarcastically, and pulled the desperate,

choking librarian around to face him.

Cindy screamed, but it was cut off by the collar. She saw the

cuffs again, felt them click over her wrists as he pulled her arms

forward. Then she watched helplessly as he took another length

of rope and wrapped it around to join the cuffs.

"Oh please, no," she begged as she pulled her arms back.

Without even talking to her, he threw the rope over the top rung

and went behind the ladder, pulling on it until her arms were

dragged over her head.

Then things went on getting worse. Her arms were stretched high

over her head as the relentless George came back to face her.

He had the end of the rope in his hands and he could let her arms

down just by letting it go slack. Slowly he let it go, staring at her

as she moaned with the pain.

"Now kneel on the bottom rung of the ladder," he said. "Put your

legs through it."

"Oh, no, please, George, please, don't make me.

Her pleadings were cut off as he pulled the rope up again and the

pain surged through her arms. She moaned and her head felt

dizzy at the awful torture she was going through.

"Fine," he said. "I'll just hang you up like this and

"No, no, all right, I'll do it," Cindy sobbed as the pain in her arms

grew worse.

She didn't realize she had just fallen into his trap. He slackened

the rope again, and she could move. Sobbing, she slowly put her

stockinged legs through the bottom rung of the ladder, one at a

time, then she was forced to kneel on it when the next rung

forced itself against the backs of her thighs. It wasn't too

uncomfortable at first. The rung was wide and there was ample

room for her knees.

George chuckled as he pulled the rope in and lashed it to one of

the wide, lower rungs. It now held her arms high in their cuffs

and that shoved her tits out. At the worst of times, Cindy's tits

were an invitation. Thrust out and up like that, her tits made

George give a whistle of lust and run his hands over them. Cindy

struggled, but nothing stopped him from sliding the top of her slip

away.

"Nice,' he said. "Now, just a few more things."

Cindy gave a low groan and wondered what other disgusting

perversions could be in store for her. She didn't have long to wait.

He spread her legs and tied each of her knees to the sides of the

ladder.

Then he went behind again and she felt him lashing ropes around

her ankles. She begged him to stop, but all she got was that

terrible laugh again. With a sudden heave, he pulled her ankles

upward and then pulled the ropes around the side of the ladder

and then around one of the steps.

Cindy screamed as her legs were brutally bent and tied until she

couldn't move them at all and the pain at the backs of her knees

was shooting up and all over her body. With growing desperation,

she thrashed the top half of her body around, swinging on her

bound wrists, but George just laughed.

"Now, let's see," he said as he came back and stood in front of

her and she sobbed as she saw that his groin was just on a level

with her mouth as she hung there, helplessly bound. "You can't

imagine how much time I spent making sure this was going to be

just right. Now, here it is agaln."

And he unzipped his pants. He pulled his rigid prick out and ran it

over the lips of his helpless captive. "Just let me know when you

can't wait to suck it."

Cindy almost gagged as the warm smell of his masculinity swept

over her nostrils and the thick cockshaft brushed her mouth.

Never, she would never take that cock in her mouth. It would be

impossible to imagine how disgusting that would be.

"Now," sald George, "let's get a little artistic, shall we?"

Cindy gave a terrible moan. He was pushing the ladder along the

line of bookshelves and every rumble it gave over the metal rails

jolted her arms and body painfully.

She couldn't imagine what he was going to do until he gave a

final shove and the ladder came to a halt right opposite the full-

length mirror in the library.

In horror, Cindy stared at her reflection,- bound to the ladder, her

arms high over her head, her thighs spread as far as they would

go, her tied feet, lashed almost to the height of her thrustout tits.

Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and even she could see

how desirable she was.

Then, all around her, the lights started going out, click by click-

unffl there was only one left, the one light that illuminated her,

bound to the ladder. All the rest of the room was in darkness. In

the mirror she now looked even more desirable and tempting.

Into the pool of light came George, slowly walking over to her, the

whip in his hand.

She stared in utter horror as he approached, her stomach twisting

in strange knots, terror, but mixed with a dreadful excitement, a

wonder at the depth of the depravity he was leading her into.

Slowly and carefully, he eased the top of her slip away from her

tits until they were totally exposed and the top of the flimsy

material ran under the full, heaving mounds of tit flesh, adding its

own support to the uplift of her bound arms and legs.

George ran his hands over the cringing flesh, holding one of her

nipples and squeezing it slowly. Cindy moaned at the increasing

pain, but there was no way to avoid the dreadful caress.

She had such a lovely palr of tits that George could only hold

them properly with both his hands, and he did, to each of them in

turn, as he studied the creamy flesh.

Then, without a word, he was gone, back into the darkness where

Cindy could hardly see him.

"Where are you?" she cried, frightened, her body trembling.

"George, please, where are you?"

She didn't get an answer. Instead, with awful suddenness, she

saw the tip of the whip curling out of the blackness, heading for

her tied body. Her eyes widened and she stared as the end of it

cracked in, right across her two jutting tits. In the mirror she saw

the leather bite deep into her tit flesh, the tip almost disappearing

into the soft skin around her nipple. Then, equally suddenly it

burst out again, leaving a curling line of red.

"Oh, God, don't!" Cindy screamed as her body contorted and her

tits felt as if they were being torn off her body. "Please, don't whip

me, please." She heaved on the ladder as another lash sent her

head singing with pain.

"Of course I'll stop, my dear," said George with a laugh. "All you

have to do is beg to suck my cock, that's all."

Cindy screamed as another cut lashed her tits. She couldn't, she

couldn't suck that thing, she couldn't. Her head was whirling as

she tried to pull off the ladder and the whip landed and buried

itself in her tit flesh. "Oh, God, stop!" she yelled. "Stop, you brute,

aaaggghhhh! Oh God, oh God, oh no!"

In the mirror she could see her mouth slobbering as the pain

burst like a volcano, repeatedly, surging to new heights at each

whipping. She saw herself swinging by her wrists and her tits

bouncing as they got redder and redder. George shifted his angle

of attack until he was whipping her almost straight on. Now he

could use his skill to pick out the dark-red areolas and hard

nipples.

The whip would curl almost lazily around them, sink in a circle

around the trembling, hard bud, and then flick out again, sending

ripples of pain through her entire tit. With no hurry at all, he

whipped her tits, listening to the girl as she went demented with

the pain. But somehow she clung to the desperate belief that she

could not give in and suck his cock.

The agony surged higher until Cindy could hardly know where

she was or what she was doing. In a haze she saw her beaten

body, watched her tits rolling as the red lines grew into one

crimson mass of whipped flesh. And still the leather came out of

the darkness and lashed her.

"Aaaaghhh!" Cindy suddenly yelled. Her hips were beating out

and back against the ladder. The agony was at a pitch that sent

awful surges of some strange desire down into her cunt. "Oh

yes, I'll suck you," she suddenly heard herself scream. "I'll suck

your cock, I will, oh please let me suck your cock, please."

And her body gave a great heave and stayed trembling against

the ladder as the beating stopped.

"Ahhhhh, that's better, isn't it?" George asked.

But Cindy couldn't answer. Pain rolled all over her body, from her

whipped arse and cunt, her bent legs and bound arms, but most

of all from her tits. And there was that dreadful something, a

pulse of strange desire that throbbed to the beat of her body as

she hung there, moaning softly.

Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see George standing in front

of her. She didn't see the whip curled in his hand, or his cock as it

stood out, harder and longer than ever. All she felt was the hard

tip of his fucker as it brushed her lips once more, and this time it

wasn't going away.

"Lick it", George ordered.

Trembling, but half unconscious in the raging sea of emotion that

was her body, Cindy flicked her tongue out and licked it over the

swollen purplish head of his cock. Strangely, it wasn't as bad as

she thought it would be.

"Again," said George, "and don't stop this time."

Cindy let her tongue run out again and lick the cockhead. She

licked again, tasting the drop of pre-cum liquid at the tip, and

even that wasn't so bad. It was slightly salty, that was all. Then

George slid the monstrous cockhead just between her lips and

Cindy gave another moan of fear and expectation. The hard flesh

of his cockhead forced her lips wide as it came in and she licked

at it, running her tongue over the ribbed flesh of the underside.

Instinctively her lips closed around the cockshaft, just beyond

the cockhead, and she sucked gently, feeling his cock throb and

leap in her mouth.

"That's not bad," said George. "You might do okay with some

work, now suck it, baby, give me a good time, or your tits'll hurt

again."

Cindy gave in. There was nothing she could do, and if she tried,

there would be more of the agony. She let him slide the huge

cockshaft in farther, inches more fucking into her mouth-and still

over half of his prick was outside her lips.

Pain echoed around her body as he took her long hair and slowly

pulled her head onto his cock, sinking deeper and deeper until

the cockhead rested at the back of her throat and she was

gagging slightly, gasping for air.

Slowly he let his cock slide back out, until the cocktip rested at

her lips again.

"Now you start learning how to please me," he said softly. "You've

got the most beautiful face in the world to fuck, and I'm gonna

fuck it whenever I want. And you'd better learn to be good, my

little cunt."

Cindy gurgled as she tried to speak, but before she could gather

herself, the cock was sliding back in again. Once more he pulled

her in by the hair, until his cock was buried deep in her mouth

and almost two thirds of the length was inside her lips. She

struggled for air as she desperately sucked and licked at the

cockmeat filling her mouth.

George let his cock rest at the back of her mouth, just working it

in and out, an inch or so at a time. Softly, his hands let go of her

hair, but he had akeady forced her head back against the rungs

of the ladder, so she couldn't move to release the pressure on

her throat.

He held her there as his hands slipped down to her red, beaten

tits. He leaned in harder on her as he took each of her nipples in

his fingers and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger

The new agony burst out and surged over her helpless body. The

world sank into a blur again as he twisted her nipples harder,

fucking his cock into her throat as she writhed in pain on the

ladder. Her screams were blocked before they got out, strangled

by the massive cock in her mouth, working in and out, fucking

deeper into her throat with each pass it made.

Pain collected in her body and rose like a river, building against a

dam that was sure to break. She heard George grunt with

satisfaction, felt his cock throbbing in her mouth as she sucked

and licked, trying to do what would please him most. His fingers

pinched her nipples harder until she was weeping again, the

agony in her tits meeting the strain in her arms and bpund legs.

Her body rolled as his cock fucked faster, harder into her mouth.

George leaned back, looking down at his captive as he face

fucked her.

"Oh yeah!" he shouted. "Suck my cock baby, suck it, suck it all

down, ohhhh, yeahlih!"

George pulled on the chain, forcing his cock in harder as it

throbbed and Cindy felt the first drops of new cum form on the

end, at the tip of that little slit in the cockhead that would soon

pour all his creamy spunk into her mouth. But, suddenly she didn't care

anymore.

The rising pain had sparked off the feeling, that awful feeling that

had stopped as he stopped whipping her. It spread, sending her

hips beating back into the ladder. It was more and more difficult

for Cindy to pretend that it wasn't an orgasm.

She had never experienced one before tonight, but she didn't

need to be told what it was. It melted the pain, sending it soaring

through her body until vast shaking release broke over her with

each twist of George's fingers on her nipples and each thrust of

his cock into her mouth. She was beside herself as she sucked,

harder and deeper, instinctively working to the pulse of George's

rising orgasm.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhh, fuck me!" George yelled. "Oh yeahhhh, I'm

coming, you little cunt, I'm coming!" His cock speeded up,

ramming into her mouth like a piston.

Cindy felt a wave come up and drown her, throwing her into a

helpless river of lust as the first jet of cum shot into the back of

her mouth.

All the pain melted into a throbbing, uncontrollable orgasm. Her

body shook as it beat against the ladder and cum squirted out of

George's cock and filled her cheeks. It wasn't as bad as she had

expected. In fact, there was something disgusting but wonderful

about the sticky goo as it poured out, and she could feel George

grabbing for her and yelling as he came. She swallowed to get rid

of his cum, but something in her wanted to keep it, taste it, run it

over her lips as she came, and the ladder creaked and moved

under the combined lust of the two of them.

"Oh, shit, suck it baby, suck it," George moaned as drops of cum

formed on Cindy's lips and her wicked little tongue flicked out and

took them back into her mouth. The two of them held like that,

George pumping his creamy spunk into Cindy's hot mouth, and Cindy

coming endlessly as he rubbed her nipples and fucked her

mouth.

Finally even George was done and Cindy licked at the last drops

of cum as they slowly ran out of his cock slit. She couldn't see

herself as the orgasm slowly faded and she sucked greedily at

his cock, licking up every drop of cock cream until the waves of

her cum were almost done, just washingup to her consciousness

and fading again. She felt wonderful, tired, exhausted even-but

for the first time in her life, satisfied.

George slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, the softening

weapon retreating as she moaned and sucked every last inch of

it.

"Shit, kid," he said, "you were somethin' else."

He went behind her and she felt him undoing the ropes around

her legs. Cindy was coming out of her daze. She was tied up.

She had just sucked a man off. She had been whipped. Her

ankles were free and George was undoing the rope that held her

arms. They came loose and she held her hands over her whipped

tits, staring at herself in the mirror. What had she done? How had

she betrayed herself?

She slumped forward, falling to the floor as he undid the ropes

holding her knees to the ladder and the new pain, of release and

returning circulation, burst over her. She had allowed it to happen

again, and she had come! Tears burst from her eyes as she

thought of how disgusting she had been. She could never be

saved now.

She was beyond redemption, she was the slut George sald she

was. But she rebelled agalnst that. She couldn't be that bad.

There was a way out, there had to be. She sobbed in utter misery

and drew her legs up to her body, moaning and crying on the

floor.

Then a phone rang.

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CHAPTER THREE

Cindy moaned and struggled on the desk, trying helplesly to pull

her arms out of the cuffs that held them. The metal had already

dug into her wrists and there were deep red marks in her flesh.

She sobbed harder as she felt George's hands running down into

the crack of her arse and then farther, between her stretched and

bound legs, back to the crack of her cunt.

"Now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you," he whispered,

leaning over her, his mouth close to her neck as he nuzzled

against the dark mass of her hair.

Cindy gave a terrified sob. She knew what would happen if she

refused to beg, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it, to

allow him to ram his terrible thing into her helpless, virgin body.

"Now, you tell me-and fast," said George menacingly. "I've got

the biggest hard-on of my life and I'm gonna put it somewhere;

So beg me, slut, beg me."

And he rolled his hips over her arse and Cindy felt the monstrous

pole of his cock as it pushed against her beaten flesh.

"Aaaaggg, ooooohhhhh!" she moaned, trying to think, trying to

imagine some way out of this. Her body heaved on the desk and

the collar cut into her neck again and the cuffs tore at her wrists

and ankles.

"Now tell me, fuck meat," George whispered, "or I'll take it out on

you until you beg."

His huge cock thrust at her arse and Cindy gave a terrible low

scream of terror and gasped for breath, but still she couldn't bring

herself to beg him.

"If you don't, my little whore, I'll use the whip again. And if I have

to do that," he said, "I'll do it as long as I like, not just until you

beg me. And I can assure you, you will be begging, screaming for

me to fuck you before I stop. I don't like little cunts who defy me."

"Aaaggg, ohhhhh, no, ohhhhh," Cindy moaned, her body shaking

and her breath panting. There was a whirlpool of cotton in her

head, she couldn't think coherently.

"Last chance, you little shit," George whispered. "And please

don't give in now, I want to whip the shit outa you so bad-so

please, defy me, fuck meat." He leaned even closer and Cindy

could feel the throb of his prick as it pushed against her sore arse.

Cindy tried, she tried to tell him he could fuck her, she tried to get

out the words that would save her from more pain, but they

wouldn't come out. She gasped and tossed on the desk as hard

as the cuffs and ropes would let her, but nothing except gasps

and moans came out.

"Oh, good," she heard George say, and suddenly he was gone.

Cindy moaned as she tried to pull herself free, terrified now of

what she knew was coming, but she had lost the chance.

Then she stiffened with new horror, wondering what, in the name

of God, George was doing to her. She felt him pull her cunt lips

back and hold them. Then, without warning, the jaws of some

kind of clamp slammed shut over her cunt flesh, and she leaped

and screamed on the desk, begging him to stop.

"I bet you want me to fuck you, hey?" he asked.

Cindy almost passed out as another clamp bit into the other side

of her cunt lips.

"Oh yes, yes, you can fuck me," she gasped.

"Anything, anything, but please don't hurt me again, please."

"It's funny how you little cunts get to pleading when it's too late,"

he said.

Cindy screamed in horror. The metal jaws, pinching her flesh

viciously, were only part of the problem.

There was string attached to them and he was pulling on it,

opening her cunt lips until her clit was exposed. Cindy moaned

and tried to hide her face in the desk. He pulled on the string until

she was sobbing in pain and humiliation and her cunt lips were

pulled as far as they would go.

Then he tied the string to the rope running from her collar to her

thighs, and Cindy gave helpless screams of agony as she

twitched and heaved, and each movement not only pulled on her

collar, but stretched her bound cunt lips as well.

He stepped away again and Cindy felt her heart palpitating as

she tried to guess what he would do. She could imagine what she

looked like now, her legs spread wide, her thighs bound and her

poor cunt lips pulled open in the most obscene display.

"If you beg me to fuck you after the first stroke," she heard

George's calm, menacing voice saying, "then you'll get ten

lashes. If after two, then twenty, and so on. You understand?"

"Oh please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Cindy moaned, the

terrible word flowing out of her mouth in her overwhelming terror.

"That doesn't count," said George crisply.

Cindy started sobbing, but that was cut off instantly by the

scream she gave that echoed off the walls.

George had lashed the whip expertly across her wide-open cunt,

so that the tip of it was the only thing to make contact, but it cut

viciously right into her clit. Cindy had never known that pain like

that existed. It was far worse than the pain in her arse. It -sent red-

hot spears of agony shooting all over her body, burning deep into

her until she heard her voice babbling, and the voice was coming

from a long way away.

"Oh yes, please fuck me, please fuck me, please," the voice was

screaming from somewhere outside the seas of pain she was

submerged in.

"So that makes ten,' said George.

Cindy's screams doubled and her head twisted in awful agony as

the whip cut precisely into her exposed clit. The scream at the

second lash was still building as the third crashed in, and the

bound librarian writhed on the desk, begging her torturer to do

anything he wanted, if he would just stop beating her.

"Oh, come on now, my little whore,' said George as he whipped

her again. "You wouldn't want to spoil my fun, now would you?

Slut. Would you. . . six!" And the whip lashed into her cunt again.

"Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, aaaggghhhh! Oh fuck me!" Cindy

screamed as the agony soared higher in her bound body.

But there was something strange about it. At the height, each

beat of the whip sent tremors through her, tremors that she found

herself waiting for, waiting for the next beat of the whip, and they

would be there again. Would they be as awful the next time? Or

would that strange feeling make them more bearable?

"Nine!" said George, and Cindy's arse bounced all around the

desk as far as the cuffs and ropes would allow. "Ten!"

Cindy gave a massive scream and fell across the hard wooden

surface, sweat runmng over her body

There was another moment broken by Cindy's low moans as she

gasped for breath and waited for the rape she knew was coming.

The pain in her body throbbed as the fire from her whipped arse

and cunt still spread slowly.

George was beside her head. He pulled the gasping girl up by a

handful of her hair and made her stare at him.

"I think I should show you what you're going to be getting," he

said. He slid the zipper at the front of his pants down and slowly

pulled his cock out.

Cindy gave a great gasp of new fear. She could never get

something that big into her virgin cunt! It would burst her in two,

George laughed as he held her hair in one hand and forced her

head up, against the pull of the ropes on her collar, and ran his

other hand over his massive fucker. It pulsed and bulged before

Cindy's terrified eyes. There was nearly a foot of rock-hard cock

and it was so thick that George's hand would scarcely fit around it

as he slowly rubbed it in front of her face.

"Shit," he said, and chuckled with eat amazement. "I've got half a

mind to jerk off all over your beautiful face and then whip you till I

get hard again. How about it?"

"Oh no!" she sobbed. "Oh please, fuck me now, please, please,

George!" She gasped and wept as he grinned.

"Well, all right, fuck meat," he said, "Since you asked me so nice.

I guess." And he dropped her head and walked behind her.

Cindy moaned as she knew her humiliation 'was about to be

completed. She felt him pull on the clips still holding her cunt

lips in their terrible embrace, and then she gave another

desperate groan as he brutally pulled them off, dragging the cunt

flesh and actually pulling some of her cunt hair out by the roots.

"Now," he said, and Cindy felt the first touch of a man's cock at

the entrance to her cunt. "Now relax, my little whore, and it'll be

so much better for you."

But relaxing was the last thing Cindy could do. She moaned as

she felt him run the head of his monster cock up and down the

slick flesh of her beaten clit. There were fresh bursts of agony

from her clit, but there were also spasms, things she didn't

understand at all.

"Well, fuck me," said George softly. "You're damp, you little shit,

you're fucking damp." And his cockhead just ran into the lips of

Cindy's throbbing cunt.

She stiffened as she felt the huge round cockhead force the walls

of her cunt to open a little. She didn't understand why George

had said that about her getting damp. Did it mean something?

She had no idea, but she wasn't going to get much time to think

about it anyway.

His cock sank another inch into her protesting body. The walls of

her cunt seemed to scream as they were forced to open and the

head of George's huge cock worked its way into her until it came

up against the rigid wall of her cherry.

"Oh, no," Cindy moaned, and her head sank back to the desk top.

"What's the matter?" asked George innocently. "Don't you want

me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes, yes, please!" Cindy shouted, her arse thrusting back at

his rampaging cock.

She was utterly terrified for a moment that he would stop and

whip her again, but he was too hot by this time.

If Cindy had been more experienced, she would have known he

was desperate to unload his cum by the way his cock throbbed

and beat at her cunt.

"Oh, good," said George, and he thrust his cock back to the drum

of Cindy's cherry. Slowly he pulled his cock back and then thrust

it forward, an inch at a time, back and forth, waiting. "Shall I take

it now?"

Cindy was almost sick. She was going to be forced to beg a man

to take her virginity. But there was no way out.

"Oh, yes!" she heard her voice scream. "Oh, take it for me,

please!" And she gave a heave and a great sob as he just

continued his slow, in-and-out fucking.

Without warning, George fucked deep into Cindy's cunt. For a

split second she felt her cherry resist, and then it was broken, and

his cock was fucking deep into her violated cunt. She was

ruined-the one thing that made a woman desirable to a man was

gone. She would be spurned by every decent man in the world

now, and it would serve her tight for giving in like that. She should

have resisted to death if necessary.

George grunted with pleasure as his massive cock fucked into

her cunt. "Sheeit," he moaned. "You've got the tightest little cunt

hole I ever fucked. Hey, that's great, ohhh yeah!

He leaned in on her, forcing his cock in until his balls slapped

against her whipped and painful arse, and the pressure of his body

drove her thighs into the front of her desk. Slowly he pulled his

invading cockmeat out, until only the cockhead still rested in

Cindy's cunt.

Then he slowly fucked back in, inch by relentless inch, until it was

all there and Cindy could feel the head of his prick beat against

the entrance of her womb. She could feel the blood from her

raped cherry running down her thighs and she wept with the

shame of it. She had given in to this man. She had pleaded with

him to fuck her.

She was disgusting and she had to be punished for what she had

done.

And there ws no doubt that George was going to do it. His huge

stiff cock fucked into her cunt passage, forcing the cunt walls to

spread and stretch with new onslaughts of pain. Each fuck thrust

sent waves of it, running up into Cindy's tied body, messages of

her helplessness throbbing through her.

With the pain of the whip gone, however, she now realized that

other parts of her body were getting their own dreadful

stimulation. Her tits rubbed against the hard wood and her

nipples had got hard, testing each ribbed grain of the wood as

George's slowly increasing fuck thrusts forced her body forward

on the desk.

"Ohhhhh yeahhh," she heard George shout. "Ohhh yeahhh, I

gotta have this fuck hole again when it's properly trained." His

thrusts into her cunt suddenly picked up momentum. His hips

beat faster into her and the slap of his thighs and balls into her

whipped arse were louder. "You'll pay for this, shit, getting me all

hot like this, ohhhhh, fuck!"

The huge prick in her cunt was ramming faster and harder at

each fuck stroke and George had his head back as he howled in

rising ecstasy. Cindy wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew he

was going to do something soon, probably that thing called

"consummation" that would end this terrible rape.

Her whole body was suffering as the cock fucked in and out of

her cunt, but the friction on her cunt walls was also doing things

to her that she didn't understand or want to admit to. Fierce

flashes of pleasure spread out each time the cock slammed into

her, making her moan and sending her arse thrusting up at

George to get more of his cock.

It was as if something demonic had taken her over, something

that made her body do all sorts of terrible things without her

knowing, and certainly without her trying. The pleasure rose as

George yelled and fucked, and his cock swelled inside her,

spreading more and more of that feeling into her cunt.

"Aaahhhgggg, oh God!" Cindy screamed.

And she thrust up at George as his massive cock spurted the first

jet of his cum into her cunt.

Suddenly things were spinning for Cindy and nothing was real.

She felt bursts of his hot cum flooding her cunt, and George

leaned back and screamed as his cock took over and his hips

bounced Cindy all over the desk as he slammed into her arse with

each powerful fuck thrust.

He leaned down, grabbed her hair and pulled her back so that

she was arched painfully on the desk, straining against every one

of her bonds, but somehow she didn't notice that. Her mouth

panted as he pulled her head up, and he fucked deeper and

deeper into her cunt as he went on coming, creamy spunk pouring out in

endless waves from his cock.

The spurts of cum sent Cindy's strange feeling higher until she

was moaning and sobbing while her body shuddered in a strange

kind of release, and she felt waves of overwhelming pleasure roll

over her. Each peak of his orgasm, when the white cum spurted

out into her cunt, was matched by a smiliar peak in her body, as

her head strained against the hold he had on her hair, and her

arse and cunt lunged into his thrusting hips.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, you little shit," George suddenly yelled. "You're

coming, you bitch, you're coming! Oh, you fucking cunt!" He gave

a heave on his cock that almost tore her legs out of their sockets

as he shot the last of his sperm into her wildly throbbing cunt.

"Oh no, oh God," Cindy moaned as he slowly let go of her hair

and she came down to realize what she had done.

She had allowed a man to fuck her and she had got pleasure

from it. And this was after she had been most cruelly whipped.

She really was depraved, and she had to stop it, stop it now!

Decent women didn't get pleasure from fucking, they just didn't-

her mother had been very emphatic on that. So she wasn't a

decent woman, and the only way she could become decent

again was to resist all his attempts in the future.

George slowly settled onto her helpless body, his cock still oozing

cum in her cunt, his body still shaking from the orgasm.

"Fuck me," he whispered. "You and me are going to have the

best time in the world, whore. You're gonna learn to do things you

never even heard of before. Jesus, I wish I'd known, I'da brought

a lot more stuff with me. Oh well, we can deal with that later."

Cindy gave another low moan and she felt the pain returning all

over her body, radiating from her ankles and wrists where the

metal had dug deep into her skin. From the backs of her knees,

where her tendons had been so unmercifully stretched for so

long, and most of all from her whipped arse and cunt.

She felt George slowly pull his cock out of her. Her cunt closed

around his cockhead as it went and there seemed to be

something missing there, something she wanted or needed. She

gave a moan and tried to relax. She felt him unclip the cuffs at

her ankles and then untie the rope to her collar. Then he came

around and undid her wrist cuffs and allowed her to stand up.

Rubbing her wrists and ankles and then trying to bring some relief

to her arse, Cindy walked across the floor as she looked at her

tormentor as he sat in one of the chairs and watched her with

amusement.

His cummy cock still hung out of his pants, massive, even when

partially soft. Cindy rubbed her arse and the pain flowed, but it

wasn't so bad anymore. Her fingers worked their way to her

whipped and raw clit, rubbing over it, feeling the wetness of mixed

cum and blood running down the insides of her thighs.

The rubbing gave some relief to her cunt and she continued

running her fingers over it, feeling the soft relief spreading. She

couldn't understand why George had a big grin spreading over his

face.

"Pretty good, slut," he said. "Spread your legs wider, let me see."

Cindy was so terrified of him that she obeyed and let him see her

rubbing her beaten clit.

"Well," she said, tears in her eyes again, "I hope you're satisfied.

You've ruined me, so let me go now."

George laughed. "Ruined you?'- he asked. "I'm going to make

you into the woman you really are. We've only just started, honey.

So brighten up and come with me."

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CHAPTER TWO

"Y-you're what?" Cindy asked, so terrified her stomach was in
knots.

Through the pain from her nipple as George slowly twisted it,
came the greater pain of knowing that he planned to rape her.

"Shit, have you got a pair of tits," said George, slowly playing with
her nipple. "Fuck, there's men here would give their balls to get
hold of these tits for a night." He held the soft heaviness of her tit
in his hand and ran his fingers over it.

"Please," Cindy begged, "what are you going to do with me?" She
stifled a sob. Just a few- minutes ago she was looking forward to
a lovely quiet weekend, and now she was facing the greatest
terror of her life.

"I'm gonna fmd out if you're cherry or not," said George, with a
grin. Then I'm gonna fuck the hell outa you. How does that
sound?"

"N-no, please, don't do that, please. I'll do anything you want, but
please don't do that, please," Cindy begged as his rough hands
still played with her tits and caressed her white flesh.

"But I want to fuck you," said George, using that awful word
again. "So that's what I'm gonna do. You can make it easy or
difficult, I don't care."

"But, but, you wouldn't rape a virgin, would you?" Cindy pleaded.
"Please, please let me go, I'll give you all the money I have,
please."

"Honey, I don't want your fucking money. I want your body, you
slut, so stop the crap and get over that desk."

"No, no, please, please," Cindy begged, but George grabbed her
by the wrist and dragged her toward her own desk. She struggled
and screamed but none of it did any good. George was much too
strong for her and he flung her face down across her desk with no
effort at all. There he held her, a hand firmly on the small of her
back as she struggled and yelled and tried to kick out at him.

"Stop it!" she screamed, and her flying spike heel caught him on the
shin.

"You'll pay for that, you cunt," he promised. And he showed the
terrified librarian a pair of metal handcuffs, waving them in front of
her face. "You wanna put these on, or shall I do it for you?"

"Leave me alone, you, you monster!" Cindy screamed, and she
stupidly tried to reach for his hair and pull a handful of it out.

With a laugh, he gripped her wrist and clipped the handcuffs on
with practiced ease. Cindy screamed and rolled on the desk, but
he held her too firmly.

"Get away from me!" she screamed and suddenly felt the whip
curl around her neck. Spluttering and and half choked, she
watched as he released his hold on her back.

He rolled off the desk and pulled her arm down to where her wrist
was beside the desk's sturdy wooden leg There was a click and
Cindy's arm was handcuffed to her own desk.

She tried to scream, but very little would come out through the
choke hold of the whip. It was all she could do to breathe, and
she heaved and sobbed on the hard deak top, helpless as he clip
ped another pair of cuffs to her other wrist and leaned on that arm
too, dragging it down until he could clip it to the other leg of the
desk.

Now Cindy was almost helpless. But her arms were tied and they
were stretched so far that the pressure of the handcuffs forced
her face down into the hard wood of her desk top.

She gave a moan as she struggled and hoped that somebody,
anybody, would still be in the building and come in to save her
from this terrible humiliation.

"Well," said George, going around to the back of the desk and
surveying her arse as it jumped and heaved in frantic agony. "This
is going to be better than I thought. Did you know you've got an
arse that drives men crazy?"

Cindy spluttered and struggled, the whip around her neck still
cutting off most of her air.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said George. "I forgot, you have trouble speaking
right now.' And he came back and uncurled the leather, letting the
half-choked girl breathe again. "Did you know what a fantastic
arse you've got?"

"Leave me alone," said Cindy desperately, tears rolling down her
cheeks. She had never been so humiliated in her life before and
the thought of her luscious body being so exposed and helpless
was more than she could take.
"Well, let's just say that you have a fantastic arse," said George
pleasantly, "and I can't wait to get at it." He leaned down and
whispered in her ear. "So, let's get your ankles tied up and we
can begin."

"Leave me alone, oh please, you can't be such a beast, you
can't!" Cindy screamed.

She kicked and screamed as hard as she could, but he grabbed
one of her legs and she felt the click of the cuffs and then it was
dragged down. There was another click and she couldn't move.
The metal hurt her ankle as she struggled and moaned with the
pain. Then he had her other leg and there were the same two
awful clicks and she was utterly helpless, her arms and legs held
tight to the desk, her body vulnerable.

He spent a little time rearranging her. He put the high-heeled
shoe back on her foot and shifted her arse over so that her legs
were pressed straight, the backs of her knees twitching with the
agony of her taut tendons. Now her hips were against the edge of
her desk and her arse thrust up, utterly exposed to him.

He came back around to her head and, to Cindy's utter horror, he
produced a large, studded dog collar and slid it around her neck.

She screamed at him, but it did no good at all. He just laughed
and clipped a long piece of thin rope to the collar and threw it
under the desk.

Moaning and gasping, Cindy tried to think wh he would possibly
do with it, and very soon she found out. He pulled it from under
the desk on the other side of her body and then lashed it first
around one of her thighs, just above her knees, and then ran it
over her other leg, pulling the strand that led to the collar tight
before he lashed the other one on.

Now, each twitch of her legs forced Cindy's face down harder into
the desk, and the collar, while not actually choking her, was tight
enough to give her breathing trouble. She gave a moan of utter
helplessness and desperately wondered what perversion he had
in store for her.

"Now, tell me," said George, waiking around to the bound girl's
arse and slowly rubbing his hands over it. "Do you wear the
clothes you do to drive men crazy? Or is it just a whim on your
part?"

Cindy struggled and wept. The trouble was that each heave she
gave to try and get away from those terrible hands just pulled on
the rope and jerked her head down, making her breathing more
difficult.

"I don't know," she managed to say. "Men should respect women,
protect them-not what you're doing.'

George laughed. "Let me tell you one thing I've learned in my
travels," he said. "When a little cock-tease like you dresses up so
that men get hard-ons the moment they see them, then the cock-
teasers are asking for it, and in the end they get it. And you're
gonna get it, lots of it, you little cunt."

His hands were running over her arse and Cindy felt his fingers
slide inside her panty leg and run down into the secret crack
between her legs.

"No!" she screamed. "No, not that, no!" But he ignored her and
his fingers probed farther, between the soft lips of her cunt,
gently rubbing over the bud of her clit.

No man had ever been anywhere near there before and Cindy
moaned with disgust. "You beast! I'll report you to the police
when I get out of here."
"Oh, if you like," saidGeorge with a grin, while his fingers played
with the soft flesh of her cunt. "But I wouldn't dream of doing
anything to you that you didn't want me to do. In fact, you're
gonna beg me to fuck you very soon, and do anything else I
want."

"Never!" Cindy screamed. "I'll never do that, I'd rather - -

"Die first," he finished for her. "Well, we'll see. Now, that was
stupid of me. I left your panties on. Now they have to come off, so
I'll have to tear them off, won't I?"

"No, you brute, no, don't do that!" Cindy moaned. She was
gasping for breath as the collar cut into the back of hr neck and
forced her face into the hard wood.

"Oh, all right," said George pleasantly. "We'll see if I can
persuade you to beg me to rip them off. We can come to the fuck
later."

His fingers retreated from her cunt and Cindy gave a moan of
relief. She felt him flip the hem of her tiny slip up, over her arse
until it was around her waist and his terrible hands ran over the
insides of her thighs, up and down, going below her stocking tops
to her knees and then right back up to the crack of her arse and
cunt.

It was awful for her, and she struggled as much as she could, but
it was hopeless. The edge of the desk cut into her thighs, adding
to her pain and helplessness.

"Now, just let me know when you want me to tear your panties
off," said George.

He was talking from behind her and Cindy wondered what he was
going to do to her.
But, until it happened, she didn't have the faintest idea. There
was a moment of total silence and then, suddenly, the most
terrible agony surged through Cindy's bound arse.

She had forgotten about the whip and the skill George had with it.
The crack of the leather on her unprotected arse echoed from the
walls and her scream followed. Her head and legs tried to leap in
different directions and the rope slammed her face back down to
the desk as she screamed and moaned in terror.

George lashed the thin leather whip forward again and waited
until Cindy's terrified scream had faded. "You have the most
terrific arse. Shit, it's real fun to whip it. And, ohhh fuck me, your
legs, shit, you gotta pair of legs, baby, just made to be tied up like
that. Ohhhh, yeahhh!" And he lashed her arse again.

Cindy struggled and screamed, fresh tears running down her
cheeks. She couldn't believe any man could be so brutal to a
lady. Her arse was exploding with agony at each lash of the whip,
and the loud crack of it added an extra margin of terror. "Ohhhhh,
please, please, George, don't please! Aaaaggghhh! Oh no, no,
please, no!"

"Shit," said George, lashing the bound woman again "I gotta
hard-on you wouldn't believe, baby. I'm gonna fuck the shit outa
you, just wait." Andhe listened to Cindy scream and beg as her
arse jumped and twitched, trying in vain to escape the
punishment.

Cindy couldn't believe she would ever be in that much agony. Her
whole arse broke into flames as the whip lashed her and they had
only died down a little before the next terrible lashing burst the fire
higher, burning through her helpless body. Her arse cheeks were
scarlet, a mass of red lines that fused into each other. Her flesh
felt as if it had been beaten to a pulp, and the relentless whip
never stopped curling out and back, cutting into her arse.
"Aaaghhh! Ohhhh, no, oh God no!" Cindy wept as the whip
continued lashing into her body. "I never did anything to you!
Please, ohhhhh, aggghhhh, oh God, please!" And she gasped for
breath again as the collar cut into her neck.

"Just tell me when you want me to rip your panties off," said
George, as if she were being very unreasonable. "Then I can
check if you're really cherry or not, and I'll whip the shit outa you if
you're not cherry."

Cindy screamed as more and more agony erupted into her
helpless body. George could really use that whip and each lash
was calculated to exact the most terrible pain without letting
Cindy faint from it. Her arse cheeks bounced at each contact, the
beaten flesh contorting as the leather bit into it.

"Please, aaaghhhh! Oh stop, please, I'll do anything if you'll stop,
anything! Please, oh agghhhh, oh no," Cindy sobbed and the
desktop under her face was wet with her tears.

"All I want you to do is beg me to tear your panties off," said
George as he whipped her again. "It's simple, slut, just beg me."

"No!" Cindy screamed. "No I won't, I won't-aaggghhhh, ohhhh, oh
no, I won't, I won't, I aaagghhheeei! Oh, no!" She collapsed over
the desk, her whole body in the most terrible agony.

"Suit yourself," said George, and he laughed as he laid the whip
into her arse again. "Keep it up, you lovely little slut. The more you
hold out, the better it is for me." And he let Cindy's screams die
down again. "I love whipping little cunts like you, because I get
whatever I want from them. And they beg me, all of them, they
beg me."

Cindy was reaching the limit of her endurance.

The whip had her arse burning red from the top to where it met her
thighs, and, with each new thrashing, the red got deeper and the
pain more unbearable. Then George was laughing as he whipped
her, that terrible laugh that told her he had her totally in his
command and could do what he liked to her.

She knew she would break soon, anything to stop the terrible
torture. He could even rip the expensive silk of her panties if he
wanted to.

"All right, all right!" she suddenly screamed. "You can do it." And
she fell back across the desk.

"Do what?" he asked pleasantly, and Cindy thrashed on the desk
again as he gave her another cut of the whip.

"Ohhhh, stop! You can take my, my, aaagghhh, my panties off!"
Cindy screamed as he continued his merciless whipping.

"But I can't take them off, slut," he said, casually throwing the
whip forward again and watching his captive writhe and scream
on the desk. "I've tied you up, stupid, so what will I have to do?"

"Ohhhh, aaaghhh! Oh, tear them off, tear them!" Cindy
screamed, trying to please her captor and stop the awful agony.
"Tear them off!"

"Oh, I see, that's better," said George, and the terrible whipping
stopped.

Cindy moaned with the relief, even though she knew her agony
and humiliation would go on for a long time yet. She felt his
hands running over her arse again and fresh bursts of pain ran
from the mashed, crimson flesh. Slowly his hands went inside the
hem of her panties again and gripped the thin silk.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked.

"Oh yes, yes," Cindy wept, the terror of the whip making her
agree.

"Very well," George said, and he slowly pulled.

His hand held the panties between her legs and they began to cut
into her upper thighs as he leaned back and the strain pulled at
her bound body. Inch by inch he went back and Cindy felt fresh
tears in her eyes. The elastic at her waist cracked first and she
gave a sob as the panties slipped down over her arse.

George still pulled, increasing the pressure until the material itself
began to give, ripping and breaking until one side gave way. That
got them away from her arse and cunt, but George didn't stop.
He wanted them off completely. With a sudden burst of
impatience he ripped the remaining material away from her legs.

Then Cindy's humiliation really started. She felt his fingers
running over the crack of her cunt. He caressed the luscious,
tangled hair of her cunt mound and slowly worked his way to
the tight entrance of her virgin cunt hole. Cindy gave another
scream as he pushed one finger into her throbbing cunt.

Never before had a man run his finger into Cindy's cunt. She
moaned with shame as she felt it work its way past her cunt lips
and into the entrance.

Geore took his time. Agonizingly, he worked the single finger in,
sliding it just a little and then stopping, working it around the
trembling walls of Cindy's cnt hole until she was moaning.

"Fuck me, you've got a tight little hole,' George said softly. "It's
gonna be a long hard fuck taking this."

Cindy moaned and tensed as his finger finally came into contact
with her tight cherry. George pushed slightly at it with his finger,
feeling it give a little.

"Oh, well, fuck me," he said. "I didn't expect to find anything
there." He pushed again, feeling Cindy's body roll and heave on
the desk top. "That makes it even more fun. Feel it, you little
cock-tease? It's about to be gone, history, outa here. Got that?"

Cindy gave a low scream as he pushed at her cherry again. "Oh,
no, please don't do that," she pleaded. "Please, have some
respect for a virgin, please."

George just laughed again and his finger played with the walls of
her cunt. "Oh, but I thought you wanted me to fuck you," he said,
his voice a single thread of awful menace. "In fact, you're gonna
beg me to take your cherry, aren't you?" And his hands stroked
Cindy's red, whipped arse.

Cindy almost fainted. She was faced with the most dreadful
choice. She either begged him to do the thing she hated most to
her, or she would get whipped again. The terrible mental agony
made her head spin.

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Synopsis: The adventures of a sexy librarian forced by a prevert.
LIBRARIAN IN BONDAGE

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy Mason liked this time of the day. It was just getting dark
and swirls of snow swept past the windows. It was almost time to
lock up the library and go home for the holiday weekend. She
paused by the histoncal section and peered down into the street.
All the office workers were streaming out for their cars, heading
for the bars and other strange attractions they went for. Cindy
gave a slight sneer of disapproval.

They were not her kind of people, most of them, definitely not
refined enough. And most of them thought of her as a stuck-up
bitch, she knew. Well, better to be stuck up than as disgusting as
most of them were. And the crude sexual jokes they cracked as
she passed in the corridor-they were the most disgusting of all.
She was probably the only person left in the building now.

She turned back to her desk. She had just a little bit of sorting to
do and she would go, but she had to be sure. As Head Librarian,
it was her duty to make sure everything went smoothly. That
meant she should probably check the upstairs part of the library,
not leave it to chance and the whim of Arnie the janitor when, and
if, he came in tomorrow.

He would probably be too drunk anyway. The only good thing
about him, in Cindy's opinion, was that he left her strictly alone,
didn't make any of those comments the other workers made.

Vainly Cindy posed in front of the full-length mirror on the wall.
She knew she was beautiful, with her long dark hair flowing down
to her shoulders and her soft face with its wide brown eyes and
full, sensual mouth. She also had a wonderful pair of legs, and
she knew that too, loved to show them to the best advantage,
show the men what they wanted and couldn't have.
But she was proudest of her tits, two swelling, full, melon-like
mounds that pushed the front of her tight blouses until it often
seemed they would burst. She stared at herself, knowing that
under the frilly white top, her nipples pushed against the nylon of
her bra, outlined clearly against the thin silk of her very expensive
blouse.

That blouse had been a gift, of course. She got many of those
from men who wanted to fuck her, use her for their disgusting
ends. But Cindy knew all about that, and they wouldn't get her
cunt. Her mother had been right, always telling her that you
didn't give anything to a man until you were married and then only
the minimum you had to to keep their disgusting lusts satisfied.
And then you had to be careful because they always tried to get
more than they needed.

"Just like your father, Cindy," her mother would say. "Always
wanting to, to use me. But I put a stop to that. It was a good thing
he ran off with that slut of a secretary of his, a good thing, very
good." Cindy's mother was certain of a great many things like
that.

Cindy was probably going over to see her mother on Sunday. Her
mother would like that. Perhaps, perhaps not. Cindy would have
to go to church first of course, and there would be so much to do.
But perhaps, if she found the time. Work took up so much of her
time she was very glad she had a long weekend to herself.

She sat down at her desk and pulled the pile of papers to her. In
the utter silence of the darkening evening there was only the
occasional thump from the old heating system as it cooled or
heated up against the stone walls.

As she worked, Cindy thought she heard the door behind her
open. It was strange. All the downstairs doors would be locked
and no member of the public could get in now.
She turned and the shadowy figure of a man stepped out from
behind one of the bookcases and walked toward her. Cindy gave
a slight scream and covered her mouth as she leaped to her feet.

"Hi, Cindy," said the man.

Cindy fell back into her chair with relief and a lot of anger.

"What are you doing here?" she almost shouted. "I said I never
wanted to see you again." She sat there, her tits heaving.

"Well now," said the man, coming up to her desk and sitting on it
with complete assurance. "I thought you'd be glad to see me. I'm
here to entertain you for the holiday weekend. Isn't that nice?"

"George," said Cindy, with rising anger. "I told you that you were
never to see or speak to me again. Your behavior last Saturday
night was disgusting and I won't be associated with an animal like
you. So please leave now and I won't call the police."

She stared up at the arrogant, tall lean man who had dated her
after appearing day after day at the library, sending her flowers,
and cards and all the other little romantic things that turn a
woman's head. And Cindy wasn't against romance. She had
always dreamed of her knight in shining armor who would take
her away from the mundane world and worship her in his
luxurious home, probably in Palm Springs.

But, of course, he had to be the perfect gentleman, and George
certainly wasn't that. He had seemed to be at first, picking her up,
taking her to a movie, then to dinner and back to her apartment.

She wasn't quite sure how he had talked his way inside. It wasn't
something she would normally allow, but he was there, talking
and suddenly seizing her, throwing her onto her sofa and running
his hands all over her struggling body.
He had torn the top of her dress before she had managed to
throw him off, and the whole incident had been utterly terrible,
and she had been hoping to forget it.

He had laughed as he got up that time, smiling sardonically down
at her. "I'll get you, bitch," he said. "I'll get into those white pants
of yours, and you'll beg me to fuck you when I do, you wait."

He had left then, and Cindy had gone to bed, shaking with anger
and shame.

Now he grinned and leaned in over the desk, the slight scent of
his aftershave wafting across to her. "Now. Cindy," he said
reproachfully, "how can you speak to me like that? Your pal,
George?" He spread his arms in the air and smiled. "Now we're
gonna have a good time all this long weekend, and maybe, when
the party's really going we'll call in some friends of mine and
really have a good time.'

"I don't know what you mean," said Cindy stiffly. "I will not be
seeing you this weekend, or at any time in the future, so please
leave. I have work to do." She pulled out the top sheet of paper
and studied it as if she understood what it was about. In truth, she
was shaking with anger.

George got up off the desk, drops of water sprinkling from his
raincoat. "Now, the way I see it is this, Cindy, my little slut," he
said, and Cindy almost jumped out of her chair at the words.

"You are all alone in this great big building. And you are. I
checked, and there won't be anybody in here again until Tuesday.
Now isn't that convenient? So we have the perfect time to get to
know each other and have a real good time. I brought food and
other things to help us along. Now how about it, how about giving
me a good time?"

Cindy looked up at the man as he stood close on the other side
of her desk.

He had taken his raincoat off and dropped it over a chair, and he
was standing there in a turtle-necked sweater and slacks,
grinning at her.

"Get out," she said.

"Now, now," said George, still grinning. "I shall have to take
sterner measures if you go on like this."

Cindy had had enough. She reached for the phone and started to
dial. There was a hum and then the line went dead. She looked
up to find George standing there with the end of the cord in his
hand. He had just yanked it out of the wall.

Cindy still wasn't afraid. She got up and looked at him. "You'll
have to pay for that," she said, and walked over to where the
other phone sat on the reception desk.

"Did I ever show you my skill with the whip?" asked George.

Cindy turned, startled. As she watched, George reached down
into his coat pocket and pulled out a single-stranded leather whip.
The handle was only about two feet long, and from there the
strand of braided bull hide reached another ten feet at least,
tapering and ending in tight knots of cotton.

"Here," he said, "hold that out." And he tossed her a cigarette.

Cindy was so startled she caught it. It was the first time in her life
she had held such a thing and she stared at the white cylinder, a
strange feeling of uncertainty rising in her.

"Hold it out," said George.
Cindy slowly held her arm out, the cigarette extended from her
thumb and forefinger. George got lazily to his feet, -cracked the
whip once above his head and suddenly lashed it out.

The thin end cracked nastily close to her hand and the cigarette
was cut neatly in two, and her fingers hadn't even been touched.

Cindy gasped and looked at George as if she had been hit,
herself.

"Want to see what else I do?" he said, and the whip cracked
again.

Cindy screamed and clutched at the top of her blouse. The whip
had neatly broken the top button off and the two halves had
parted, showing the top of her white bra and almost half her tits.

"Get out of here!" she yelled and, in sudden fear, she lunged for
the phone.

George lashed the whip out again and it curled round Cindy's
wrist. She screamed in horror, even though it hadn't hurt and
stared at the leather curled around her arm.

"Stop that!" she yelled, and then she staggered as he pulled in on
the whip and she was slowly dragged across the floor toward him.
"Stop it, George. I'll scream for help."

"Go ahead," he said, and gave another heave on the whip. "Make
my day," he added and laughed outrageously for some reason
Cindy couldn't understand.

"There's nobody here, my little cunt, nobody at all. Scream all you
want, though I must warn you, I get really pissed off with cunts
who scream too much."

Cindy was dragged in helplessly by her arm, until she was almost
face to face with him.

She panted and fear fought with her fury for supremacy. She
lashed out with her free hand, trying to slap his face, but his arm
was up and he gripped her wrist with contemptuous ease.

"Now why don't you give all that up?" he asked. "Why don't you
be a nice girl and open the rest of your blouse for me? I mean,
you've got the greatest pair of tits I've ever seen, and you keep
them all to yourself."

"I'd rather die first," Cindy spat at him and struggled to get her
arm free.

"Oh no, I don't think so," said George with an easy grin. "You just
think you'd rather die, but I never met a cunt yet who really
would."

"And stop calling me those things!" Cindy screamed, and
wrenched her arm free. "I'm leaving, I'm going to call the police."

"Oh, fine," said Georg and unwrapped the end of the whip from
her arm. "Fine, leave, let's see if you can."

Cindy stared at him for a moment, piling all the hatred she could
into the look, and then she turned, holding her blouse top
together and walked for the door.

She got about five yards before the whip cracked out and
wrapped around her ankle. She screamed as George jerked on it
and she fell to the floor, rolling helplessly as he pulled.

The whip jerked free and he stood over her, laughing. "Watch
this, cunt," he said.

The whip lashed out again and the next button of her blouse was
cut neatly away, exposing her bra totally and the swelling tit
mounds it held.

Cindy screamed and tried to get her arms up, but, before she
could the whip had lunged in again and she stared as she
watched the tip curl around the next button. and rip it off the
expensive silk.

"Leave me alone!" she screamed, now really frightened. She had
fallen into the hands of a monster, and there was no saying what
he might do to her. She rolled violently onto her stomach and
tried to hide her wonderful tits against the carpet.

"Turn over," said George, but Cindy screamed and hid her face in
the floor, the fear growing in her. "I said, turn over," he repeated,
but Cindy just sobbed and held her tits, trying to protect them.

George flicked the whip out almost casually and it cut into the
front of her thighs, sending terrible waves of agony into her whole
body as the red line spread across her flesh. "Get up," he said.

Suddenly Cindy was weeping as she struggled to her feet, pulling
her short dress down over her thighs. She regretted dressing like
this now.

In civilized countries men would respect her, but here she was
being treated like a common whore. It was disgusting and she
was going to the police the moment she got out of here.

"Now," said George, leaning back against the desk and looking
his captive over. "Take your hands down."

Slowly Cindy let her hands fall away from her tits, protected as
they were only by her bra now.

"That's better," said George. "You know, you've got the best body
I've seen, and you don't use it. Well, now we're going to teach
you how to use it, aren't we?"

"Please, leave me alone," Cindy whispered, staring at the floor,
unable to bear his gaze as he stared at her helpless body.

"Why don't you take that blouse off?" said George, and he
grinned, running the whip through his expert fingers.

"No, no, you won't make me do that, no," Cindy moaned.

"I said take it off," said George, and flicked the end of the whip.
"No, no, that's perverted, it's . wicked, it's . . "Cindy gave up,
struggling for words.

"Very well," said George. He leaned back, flicking the whip in
again, cutting the last button away.

This one was so close to Cindy's skin that the tip of the whip cut
into her stomach. More pain erupted and she doubled up,
sobbing and screaming as she held herself.

"Stand up, you slut," said George, and Cindy managed to get
upright again, staring at him, her vision blurred with tears. "Now
take it off."

Fear almost choked Cindy as she reached up and slowly pulled
the top of her blouse apart. It slid down her arms, as she
trembled and turned away from the terrible stare of lust he was
giving her. Fumbling with the wrist buttons, she wept again and
hurried as he grunted with impatience and fingered the whip.

Finally it was off and she carefully laid it over the back of a chair.

"Put your hands behind your back," George commanded.
Cindy did as she was told, her tits only protected now by her bra,
and the top of the tiny slip she wore, that was cut even lower than
the bra. With the bra off, the slip would be no protection at all.

George stared at her, running his eyes over the luscious curves
of her tits. They heaved with emotion as the young woman
trembled and the tears ran down her soft cheeks.

"Very nice," said George. "I can't wait to get my hands on them,
but I will." He laughed gleefully. "After all, this is the first time and
we wouldn't want to hurry it, would we?" And he grinned again.
"Now the skirt, too." "Oh no, don't make me do that, no!" Cindy
screamed as she covered her tits again.

The whip lashed out again and George made it curl around her
body and cut into her arse. She still had her skirt on, and under it
were her panties and the very bottom of her slip, but it was as if
they were no protection at all.

The pain shot up into her back and Cindy screamed and clutched
at her burning arse cheeks. But he swept the whip again and it cut
into her stomach again, just below her ribs. Cindy's screams
echoed around the empty room and she doubled up, trying to
hide from the whip.

"Now, how about taking off your skirt?" George asked as if it were
the most reasonable request in the world.

"All right, all right, I will, just don't whip me again, please," Cindy
sobbed and slowly got up to face him.

He was grinning at her helplessness. With her hands trembling,
Cindy felt for the buckle of her wide belt and pulled it open. As he
watched, she reached back and unzipped the skirt, and then,
weeping at the terrible humiliation, she slid the skirt over her hips
and tight, swelling arse and dropped it to the floor.
"Oh yeahhh," George breathed. "Oh yeahhh, that's good." He
paused and looked at her. "Take the bra off, too."

Cindy choked with fear, but the memory of the whip was too
recent for her to forget. Her fingers almost wouldn't do as she told
them to as she reached up and pulled at the clasp at the center
of her bra. It stood out from her deep cleavage with the force of
the twin tit mounds that thrust all their force against it and, when
she did get it off, popped open very suddenly.

Cindy slowly slid the straps down her arms. She had to take the
slip straps down and slide them back up to her shoulders, but he
didn't seem to mind that. He just looked and grinned as she stood
there.

"Oh yeahhh," he repeated.

Her rising, luscious tits stood out proudly above the top of her tiny
white slip. The lacy top just held the lower curves of the fleshy
tits, pushing them forward just enough to show them to best
advantage. And the slip just covered her arse cheeks, leaving that
tantalizing show of soft flesh between her stocking tops and the
hem of the slip.

Just below it, there was the hint of her transparent white panties
and the dark mound of cunt hair they barely concealed. Below
that, her long, shapely legs reached down to the high stilleto heeled sandals
that she always wore.

Cindy knew very well what the high heels and tight slip did for her
body. She had studied herself many times in the privacy of her
apartment, but never had she stood with a lascivious, animal of a
man looking her over.

"Ohhhh, boy, did I make the right plans," said George, slowly
comIng off the desk and walking to the terrified librarian.
He reached out slowly and slid the top of her slip even farther
down. As Cindy moaned and pleaded with him to stop, he took
one of her proud thick nipples in his fingers and played with it, slowly
twisting the stiff flesh until it hurt.

"There's a bet on here," he said, "that you're such a little cock-
tease, you can't possibly be a virgin. And I'm gonna find out."

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