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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