CHAPTER SEVEN

　

Standing there in her slip and stockings. Cindy trembled. Her legs

shook as he slowly came back to face her, and the knots of fear

in her stomach got horribly worse. But there was something else,

and Cindy was even more terrified and ashamed of that.

The excitement was rising in her, the dreadful seething

excitement that told her she was at the hands of a man who knew

what he was doing. She could feel her cunt getting wet as he

surveyed her with that ice-like calm.

"Take the top of that slip away and show me your tits," he said

with the same deadly quiet.

Cindy's hands shook as they performed the simple task of

spreading the top of her slip and letting him see her swelling, red-

lined tits.

"Play with them," Bill said, watching Cindy gasp at the new

humiliation being heaped on her.

"What?" Cindy whispered.

She glanced behind her and her horror grew. Arnie was sitting in

his chair, slowly running his hand up and down his cock as he

stared at her. His prick was already getting hard again, and Cindy

was sure it would be her he demanded to fuck with it. And then

Paula was on her knees between George's feet, her hot mouth

running up and down the length of his hard prick.

She held the cockshaft and was murmuring contentedly as she

licked and sucked. George lay back in the chair, not really taking

much notice of Cindy anymore. He was too involved with Eve as

the two of them kissed and ran their hands over each other's

body. George had Eve's tits out of her blouse and was rubbing

her nipples as she ran her wanton lips down his neck and

whispered to him.

"I said, play with them," said Bill. "Take your tits and do what you

do when you want to give yourself a good time." He stared and

took another drink of his wine.

"I . . .I don't do things like that," said Cindy defiantly.

"Now you do," said Bill and he came up to her, putting his wine

down on a step of the ladder.

Somehow that very movement made Cindy understand what was

going to happen to her. He came closer and took Cindy's sore, thick

nipple in his fingers and rolled the flesh, slowly, softly. His eyes

looked deep into hers and Cindy found the terrible sensations she

was having get stronger. She moaned as Bill gently squeezed her

nipples.

"Now you do whatever I tell you to do," said Bill. "You see," he

went on, his eyes boring into Cindy and sending quivers of

terrible anticipation through her, "George and I share our slaves,

but each one belongs to just one of us in the end.

Eve is his and Paula's mine, but, as you see, we share. So he

traded with me. He would get first shot at you, and I would do the

rest. I'm training you now, slut. I'm training you to be a nice,

obedient slave. And you will be."

Cindy's body shook as his skillful hands tightened slowly on her

nipples and waves of pain came out, spreading into her chest and

making breathing difficult. In an agony of shame she felt the lust

rising in her body.

"You see, we know you," said Bill, and his fingers tightened

another notch on her nipples. "Look at your tits. Most sluts give in

at the sight of the whip, and you, fuck, you got whipped to hell

and bck and I bet you came, eh?" He gave her tits a hard twist.

Cindy almost passed out as she shivered and her knees buckled.

She moaned and again she heard laughter from behind her. Her

whole body raged with a fire now, anticipation, fear, lust-all of

them surged, making her vision cloud and her breath get shorter.

"Now play with your tits," said Bill.

Cindy slowly raised her hands to her swelling tits and lifted them

higher as she held them. Bill stepped back and took up his wine

again Cindy would have thought he was utterly indifferent to what

she was doing, if it hadn't been for the huge cock bulge in the

front of his pants as he watched her.

Cindy lifted her tits and squeezed them gently, playing her hands

over the whipped flesh and feeling it respond instantly. Pinpricks

of new lust went out to send the conflict in her ven higher. She

put her own fingers on her nipples, where Bill's had been so

recently, and moaned as she felt herself responding. She could

see herself in the full-length mirror as she lifted and squeezed her

beautiful mounds of tit flesh, and that added an extra tinge of hell

to her predicament.

She remembered the thousands of times she had watched

herself in that mirror. The many times she had posed, when she

knew nobody would be watching. Just tonight she had admired

her wonderful body there and now she was being forced to play

with her own tits while people looked on. She caressed her tit

flesh, feeling the rising fuck lust taking her body over as she

stared at Bill like a rabbit before a snake.

Pain flared out of her arse cheeks and Cindy woke up very fast as

she screamed and jumped around to face Bill. He held a slim

cane in his hand. It was about four feet long and the end still

trembled from when it had lashed across Cindy's taut arse.

"Let me explain some of the mistakes you just made," said Bill, in

that same level voice. Cindy trembled and got up enough

courage to glance downwards. His cock bulge seemed to have

grown.

"First of all, did I give you permission to look around?"

"N-no," said Cindy, shaking her head as new tears started up in

her eyes. He was so cruel, so implacable, and she was so

helpless. Her hands still held her trembling tits, but they weren't

caressing them any longer.

"So, bend down and touch your toes," said Bill.

Cindy gave a moan of helplessness. She knew what he was

going to do and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And, as

that realization hit her, the excitement climbed once more and

she almost choked as her chest heaved. Slowly she bent at the

waist. As a schoolgirl she had been proud of her ability to do this

effortlessly, and it was with a pang of the same pride that she

realized she still could. She could touch her toes and keep the

backs of her knees straight.

Then the agony burst out of her arse again as the crack of the

wood on her flesh echoed off the walls. Cindy gave a piercing

scream and almost fell forward onto the floor.

"Stand up!" Bill snapped.

Cindy struggled back upright, the agony spreading from her arse

and making her cry once more, but also making her warm and

trembly all over. She choked and looked at her tormentor. Cindy

stared and sobbed as she realized the game he was playing. She

lifted her hands back to her tits, but she was too slow. The cane

cracked across her nipples.

"You stopped playing with your tits, didn't you?" Bill asked as

Cindy almost doubled up, clutching her tits and sobbing with the

pain.

"Y-yes," Cindy wept as more of the pain rose to consume her.

"So, bend over."

Cindy gave a scream, a strange scream of fear and lust that

choked out of her throat like a last gasp of desperation. With her

mind in an utter whirl of terror, she slid her hands down her legs

until they held her ankles and waited, trembling from head to toe.

The pain shot through her arse again and she screamed, feeling

her body rock forward on her high heels. The whirling in her head

increased until she couldn't think any longer and all there was in

her life was pain and rising lust.

"Stand up," said Bill.

And, again, the sobbing librarian straightened up and looked at

him through eyes half misted with tears. She fondled her - tits as

she stood there, desperate to avoid giving him any more reason

to whip her.

"And your stocking seams are crooked," said Bill.

Cindy groaned and, without a word, she slid her hands back down

her legs until she held her ankles again and waited, feeling more

helpless than she had ever felt in her life before.

"Both stocking seams are out of line," said Bill.

Cindy screamed. Her arse trembled, and the beaten arse flesh

waited for more. The terrible pain burst out from highe? on her

stretched arse cheeks than the flrst time.

Cindy rocked forward as she yelled in agony and another terrible

cut from the cane slashed across her asscheeks. Her knees gave

way and she fell to the floor, clutching her arse and rubbing the

beaten flesh as she moaned and wept.

"Get up," said Bill nastily.

He waited while the terrified, weeping and shaking woman

crawled back to her feet and once more stood to face him. Her

hands were back, still rubbing her arse as tears ran down her

cheeks. "What should you be doing?"

Cindy gave a gasp of fear and tried to get her hands back to her

tits, but the cane got there first, as usual. In the mirror, she saw

her tits bounce down and then up with the force of the blow and

the pain thrashed through her flesh like a tornado let loose in her

guts.

"Aaaaagghhhh! Oh, God!" she sobbed as she fell to her knees

again, clutching at her tits.

"Get up!" Bill snapped, and the cane lashed across Cindy's arse.

Cindy's scream echoed from the lines of books, but she couldn't

get up. She fell forward onto her hands and knees as the cane let

loose rivers of lust and pain in her. She couldn't hear Bill any

longer. She was just a mewling, weeping mess of flesh, utterly

helpless before him.

"I said, get up!" snapped Bill, and the cane bit into Cindy's hot

arse flesh again.

Cindy screamed and she sank farther, falling to her elbows, her

arse sticking up in the air, the perfect target for the cane. Bill

slashed it and Cindy sobbed and fell to her face, her arms

stretched out, scratching at the wooden floor boards as she

screamed and wept and her arse circled, waiting for the agony she

knew was coming.

"So, that's the kind of whore you are, eh?" said Bill.

He lashed her again, sending the crouching woman several

inches across the floor with the force of the blow.

Cindy's screams became continuous as she struggled on the

floor. Bill slashed her arse again and Cindy tightened into a ball,

giving him an even better shot at the taut flesh of her rounded arse

cheeks.

He laid into her, the cane lashing a line of red pain and then

pulling back for the next one, just above the one before, until he

had reached the top of her arse. Then he whipped down again,

llne by agonizing line, hearing the girl scream extra loud at each

cut. But she made no attempt at all to get up.

She clung there, insane with the feeling crashing and multiplying

in her with every cut of the thin cane. Bill stood over her, whipping

into her, slice by slice, timing his cuts to slash into her flesh at the

peak of each swaying bounce of her arse.

Cindy was unconcsious of almost everything by now. She didn't

know that her arse would pulse down as the cane landed across it.

She didn't hear Bill telling her to get up as he whipped her each

time. She didn't know her arse would then reach up, higher and

higher until the slash of the cane sent it flying down again.

All she knew was a sea of pain and lust that crashed over her,

sending her screaming at the top of her lungs as the pain crashed

to a peak.

And suddenly each lashing was giving her an orgasm of such

intensity they were blended in-to one almost immediately.

She didn't hear Bill calling her a whore as she screamed, and her

body pulsed with the release of the climax that had been building

for so long.

She didn't see Arnie rubbing his cock like crazy as he watched

and drooled at the sight, his cock hard and ready to shoot again.

She didn't see George watching her as Paula fucked up and

down on his cock and he pinched her nipples, sending her

moaning and heaving back against him.

Cindy didn't see Eve as she sucked and licked at the two of them

and rubbed her own throbbing, wanton cunt.

Cindy missed it all as she came on the floor, bunched tight, her

arse waving, begging for the pain as each slash of the whip sent

her climax higher. Her arse was one mass of red, whipped flesh.

Suddenly she shook out of control, her arse pulsed and rose, and

Cindy was stretching upward, somehow pushing her face off the

floor with her hands, her knees straightening. Her arse was

sticking up as she screamed and held there-on her fingertips and

her toes-while Bill lashed her arse five more times.

Then, with a piercing screech of satisfaction, Cindy fell back to

the floor and collapsed in a sobbing heap, her arse still slowly

pulsing and juices flowing from her cunt onto the wooden floor.

She was semi-delirious as the come faded and she started to fall

into a deep pit of silence, but Bill wouldn't allow her to go yet.

Suddenly her hair was grabbed and Bill hauled her upright by it.

"You fucking slut," he whispered in her ear. "You fucking, cock-

sucking, ass-lickin' cunt. Look what you made Arnie do."

For a second Cindy couldn't understand, and then she saw. Arnie

was groaning as cum bubbled out of the tip of his cock and ran

down over his hands and cockshaft as he looked vacantly at the

beaten girl and her master,

"He shot his load just watching you, whore," said Bill. "I've never

seen such a disgusting display of sheer, fucking nymphomania in

my life. Now lick up your cunt juices that got all over the floor."

He flung Cindy back dow and she shuffled across to where a pool

of her cunt juice was on the wooden boards. If she had been

conscious of what she was doing, she would have been horrified,

but there was only a pounding in her head and she couldn't think

of anything except the last command she had been given.

She bent down and licked at her cunt juices. She lapped the

pool up, dimly hearing George and Paula yelling as they came in

the chair. Her eyes glazed with lust, she looked up as her tongue

cleaned the last of her cunt juice from the floor and saw Eve

licking up George's cum as it oozed out of Paula's cunt with each

heave of her cunt up and down on his cum-spurting fucker.

Bill grabbed Cindy's hair again and pulled her back until she was

staring up into his eyes. "You little shit," he whispered. "You

made everybody else come but me. You'll pay for that, whore!"

He tossed her back downwards.

Cindy fell back to the floor, and this time the dark pit of silence

engulfed her instantly.

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