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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