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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