CHAPTER SIX
Cindy moaned and beat at the table top, desperately trying not to
come as George yelled and his hips beat at her arse as he fucked
her deeper and harder, cum coating the sore walls of her arse and
spreading down with each frantic thrust he made until Cindy felt
his cum oozing out of her arse and dripping down to her stocking
tops. George was incredible. On and on his cock pumped, creamy spunk
spouting until finally he fell across her and slowly let himself
down, his whole weight falling across the helpless librarian.
"Shit," he said. "Now wasn't that great?"
Cindy moaned. She had managed not to come, but at the most
desperate price to herself. She wanted to grab for his cock with
her arse, hold it there until it had satisfied her. But she couldn't,
she couldn't confess to being such a whore as that. She held
onto the desk top as she did her best not to move and betray
herself.
George chuckled. "I know what you did, my little slut," he said.
"But I'll get you, you just wait. I've got your number, baby. and I
know just how to use it."
Cindy moaned. She felt worse than she had ever felt, even at the
height of the whippings.
Slowly George slid his cock out of her arse and Cindy found her
muscles twitching and grabbing for the last inches of it however
hard she tried not to. Then, with a low chuckle, he walked around
the table and came up to her head, still trapped against fhe table
by the chain and collar.
His prick was inches from her face and she could see the goo
and cum streaked down the length of the cockshaft. The rank
smell of spunk and the oil and her arse juices assailed her nostrils
and she gave a moan of horror as he brought his slimy cock
closer to her lips. His cock still bounced as it came down,
softening slowly, but still enormous.
"Lick it clean," he ordered.
Cindy shook in disgust. Lick his cock when it had been up her
arse? She would be sick, vomit all over the fidor. She shook her
head and tried to hide.
"I said, lick it clean," said George menacingly. "I'll double any
pain you have if you disobey me now."
Cindy stared and felt the vomit rise in her throat. She would have
to do it, but she would be sick and he would punish her for that,
she was sure. The cock came closer and the cockhead rested
against her red lips. With a shudder of disgust, Cindy stuck out
her tongue and flicked a drop of cum from the cocktip where it
quivered in the dim light.
"Good," said George. "Now the rest of it, so it will be as clean as
when I stuck it up your arse when you've finished."
Cindy licked at the prickhead again and more cum came off and
into her mouth, where she swallowed it as fast as she could. The
next licking had some of the oil and she was sure some of her
arse juices on it, and she swallowed that really fast. Desperately,
she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what might be on the
full length of his cock-perhaps some of her shit-and she couldn't
face the possibility of licking that off.
She felt George slide his cock fully into her mouth and her saliva
glands worked overtime to take up all the cum and fuck slime that
were on the cockshaft. Licking frantically, with her eyes tightly
shut, Cindy sucked it down, cleaning the cock until George was
satisfied she had got it all.
"Mmmmmnn," he said, "that feels good. You've done well, my
little slave. Would you like a drink of wine now?"
Cindy had learned her lesson. She bobbed her head willingly,
sucking on his cock as it still filled her mouth.
"Good," said George, "because we're going to be here quite a
long time, and I wouldn't want you to die of thirst. How about
something to eat?"
Desperately Cindy bobbed her head again and George chuckled
in his nasty way and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Now you stay just where you are," he said, "and I'll be right
back."
Cindy watched him as he went around the table and began
making her a sandwich. There was nothing she could do.
He was too near for her to reach down and undo the chain that
held her to the leg of the table, and if she crawled forward to lean
down farther, he would spot it at once and she knew what would
happen then. So she had to wait as he put some food on a plate
and came back around to her.
She thought he would let her up, but he was forcing her
humiliation deeper into her. He took the wine glass and held it to
her lips, tilting it until she could take a sip. He did it until she told
him she'd had enough, and then he put it on the table beside her.
With his captive still bound by the neck, George took the
sandwich and gave her a bite. He stayed right there as Cindy
chewed and swallowed the chicken and bread that suddenly
tasted wonderful to her. He had fed her half of the food, and she
was just feeling the warming effects of the wine.
Suddenly the door crashed open and most of the lights went on.
For a split second Cindy thought somebody had come to her
rescue.
"Turn the fucking light out," George snapped. "I like it dark in
here."
"You're such a fuckin' drag sometimes, George," said a man's
voice. But the lights went out, leaving only the light that shone on
the ladder Cindy had been tied to. "Well, how's it been going?"
Cindy heard footsteps crossing the floor. She craned her neck up
and managed to see that there were too men and two women,
but she couldn't get her face high enough to see who they were.
George stuffed the last of the sandwich into Cindy's mouth. She
didn't want it any longer, but she knew better than to spit it out.
Mechanically, she chewed on it as she watched the legs of the
people coming over to her.
Then she heard a voice she knew.
"Ohhhhh, shit, she's fucking great. Can I fuck her, huh? Can I
fuck her?"
It was Arnie the janitor. He was a big slob of a man, with a beer
belly and a leering look that she had caught occasionally as he
pretended to ignore her.
"In a minute, Arnie," said George. "Let me introduce everybody
first."
"Oh, come on," said Arnie. "I gotcha in here, guys, so I get to fuck
her."
Cindy could hear the pathetic longing in his voice and she knew
he was staring at her helpless and nearly naked body. The
thought of being fucked by such a disgusting man as Arnie sent
shivers running through her, but somehow even with that there
was a hint of the desperate passion she had felt when Qeorge
was fucking her arse.
"You're such an impatient fucker," said George. "Okay then, I
suppose we can do the introductions while you're having your fun.
But no funny stuff, got that?"
"Ohhh, okay, George," said Arnie breathlessly, and he hurried
around to Cindy's arse where it was bent over the table.
Cindy gave a scream and spat her food out onto the floor. "Not
him!" she yelled. "No, George, not him, please, anybody but him."
She struggled on the table, but the chain and collar held.
"What the fuck's wrong with me?" Arnie demanded and Cindy
yelled as he slapped her sore arse cheeks with his huge hand.
"Cut it out, Arnie," said George menacingly. "I told you, no funny
stuff. Now just get on and fuck her. She screams like that when
anybody goes near her. She isn't trained yet."
"Fuck," said Arnie sullenly. "Okay, but I'm gonna fuck her brains
out, got that?"
One of the women who had come in giggled, and Cindy could
hear the strange desperation in Arnie's voice. He wanted to be
part of the gang and he wasn't. Cindy moaned as she felt him rub
his pants across her arse, and the bulge of his cock thrust at her
flesh.
"Feel that, cunt?" he asked. "You're gonna get that right up your
cunt in a minute."
Cindy didn't answer him. She was craning her neck, trying to see
George. She heard Arnie unzip his pants and she kicked out at
him, her high heel catching him on his shin.
"You cunt!" he roared, and Cindy heard his boots as he hopped
over the floor, dutching his leg. "Hey, let me beat the shit outa
her, George, c'mon."
"I told you," said George, "you don't know how to whip the cream
off a custard. Takes technique, Arnie, and you haven't got it. All
you do is raise bruises, and I don't want my slave ruined for later.
Now get on with it and fuck her or get out of here."
Arnie muttered to himself and came back to Cindy. Now that she
knew that she wouldn't be punished for kicking, Cindy made
things as difficult as she could for him. Her feet lashed out in all
directions and caught him again, more than once. Arnie yelled
and cursed at her, but she kept on kicking as fast as she could
until she was breathing heavily and holding onto the edges of the
table for support.
But, in the end he was going to get what he wanted. She was
bound and he wasn't, and he was more than twice Cindy's
weight. He finally pushed between her legs and held them,
pushing down on her thighs as he shoved against her arse. Cindy
could hear the others in the room laughing at the spectacle, and
she felt a surge f fury at the crude treatment she was getting.
"You, you, fucker, George!" she screamed. "You, fucker!" She
stopped, surprised at herself for using such a terrible word, but
the next thing she felt was the tip of Arnie's cock at the entrance
to her cunt. "No!" She bucked her arse upwards, but he
managed to get his prick inside.
"Go, Arnie, ride her!" shouted one of the girls with a giggle.
Cindy yelled as Arnie fucked his cock in farther. His prick slid
easily on the cunt juices that had lubricated it. He gave a shot of
triumph as his cock rammed in balls-deep, and then he started
fucking Cindy like a wild man.
Cindy knew he wouldn't last very long. Arnie was fucking the best
thing he had ever had and his cock was about ready to explode.
Cindy groaned as he shoved her body into the table, but there
was already a surge of disappointment in her.
After George's cock, this one was small, hardly filling her cunt at
all. In fact Arnie was a really bad fucker, ramming in and out and
barely filling Cindy's suddenly throbbing cunt.
George came up to her head with the rest of the party. He
reached down and pulled the chain free of the leg of the table and
pulled Cindy's head up.
For the first time she got a good look at the other man and the
two women. Arnie was still ramming her body into the table and
George kept a very firm grip on the chain.
"This is Bill," said George, indicating a slim, tall man who stood to
one side, watching it all with a strange detachment. "We take
turns in training our slaves. So this is Eve, who he trained." He
pointed to the first of the girls.
Cindy couldn't see that much in the light, and it was made worse
by Arnie still fucking away at her cunt. She was actually not
feeling that much at all from the fucking, just a sense that a round
shaft was being pushed into her cunt faster and faster. However,
she could make out Eve fairly well. She was a blonde, with
flowing hair below her shoulders and a wide, sensuous mouth,
high cheekbones and a face that was beautiful. She had a sultry
apearance.
"And this is Paula," said George, pointing to the other girl.
Paula was darker, with a foxy face that somehow retained its
innocence as she grinned at the sight of Cindy getting fucked.
"Hi," said Paula, and she slid her short dress up her thighs,
rubbing her cunt as if impatient to get on with it.
Cindy didn't answer. She had nothing to do with sluts like these
two who would stand and watch a woman being abused like this.
But they wouldn't have to stand there for long. Arnie was coming.
Cindy could feel his beer belly slap against her arse as he fucked
in and out, and he yelled as his cock spasmed.
"Ohhhh yeahhh, oh fuck, I'm shooting, oh feel that cum, baby,
feel that cum!" he bellowed as he shot the first jet of jizz into her
cunt. "Oh, take it, fuck meat!" And his cock shot more creamy spunk and
he moaned and subsided against her arse.
Cindy glared at George. She couldn't say what was on her mind.
If she was going to be degraded and fucked, then it should be by
somebody who knew what they were doing, not a wimp like Arnie.
The stirrings of lust she had started with were gone completely,
and she was cold and disgusted. Arnie's cock was going down so
fast she hardly knew it had been there. His limp prick plopped out
of her cunt and a thin stream of cum ran down her thighs.
Bill slowly walked around the table. He picked up a wine glass
and surveyed Cindy's arse and legs as she lay there, silent,
resentful. He pulled Arnie out of the way and the janitor collapsed
in a seat and looked vacantly at them all.
"Arnie," said Bill as he ran his hands over Cindy's arse cheeks.
"You gotta learn what league you play in." He didn't elaborate and
Arnie stared at him as if he hadn't understood the statement.
"Take her away and wash her."
Instantly George gave a laugh and handed the chain to Eve. "And
hurry up," he said. "We know what you're like when you get three
women together."
"Yes, sir," said Eve, almost mockingly, and she ran her hands
over the hard shaft of his cock. "You promised me," she said. "I
was very naughty today."
"You'll get yours," George said softly.
Eve grinned and purred as she leaned in and kissed his neck,
pushing her swelling tits in their thin blouse into his chest.
"Now get her washed up," said George.
As Cindy was dragged across the floor, she heard George and
Bill laughing about something as they settled down, ignored Arnie
and started to eat.
"Come on, you shit," said Paula, pushing Cindy through the door
and back down the corridor to the bathroom.
"Now wash your cunt out," said Eve as they got inside. She
pushed Cindy to the bowl and watched her get on with it.
As Cindy miserably took a face cloth and started to wash the cum
from her legs, she realized she had to go to the toilet. "Please,"
she whispered.
"Yeah?" said Eve.
"I want to, to…"
"Take a piss?" said Paula coarsely.
Cindy nodded.
"Well, get on with it,",said Eve. "It'll get some of that cum out.
Why the hell bother with Arnie, I don't know."
Cindy stared in horror as she realized she would have to take a
piss with the two girls standing there. She was too scared to
protest. "I don't think I really have to," she said quietly.
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid," said Eve. "You just got your arse
fucked. Now get on with it, because I wouldn't like to be in your
shoes if you piss back in there."
Cindy went into one of the stalls and they let her close the door.
"They stay with Arnie," said Paula, "because he's so useful. Hell,
he gets them into any building they want, practically."
"Yeah," said Eve, "but we're the ones who have to fuck him to
pay for it. Shit, that fucker turns me off like a fuckin' hydrant."
Paula giggled. "It's her turn now," she said. "She's payin' now."
The two of them were still giggling as Cindy flushed the toilet and
came out. They made her clean herself completely. Then there
was a further humiliation. Paula checked Cindy out, running her
hands over her thighs, checking and pulling her stockings
straight, cleaning off the cum that was clinging to the tops of
them.
Then, as Cindy gasped and tried to get away, Paula ran a finger
into Cindy's cunt and checked it for any remaining cum. It passed
her inspection and she took the chain again, and the two of them
dragged the helpless librarian back into the main room.
George remained in his chair as they came in, and Arnie glared
balefully at them as he sat, his cock drooping over the front of his
pants.
Bill swung to his feet. "Bring her here," he said.
Cindy trembled even more at his voice than she had at George's.
He indicated the pool of light by the ladder, and Eve and Paula
took her there and left her, standing, shaking from head to toe as
Bill casually walked around her, sipping his wine all the time.
"Now," he said, "let's take a look at you."
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