"I-I feel good, sir," she gasped. "You're going to come for me," he said. "Come while you work your pussy."
The cane tapped her ass, stoking the fires that were raging higher and higher in the helpless blonde.
"Yes sir," Annabelle whispered, he pussy throbbing and jerking under her fingers. And yet that wasn't the whole of it. The feel of the cane on her ass, the pain it could give, that was making the lust erupt in her more than her own caresses. She sobbed deeply, hating her depraved display of sexual slavery.
"And I'm going to whip you as you come, make you scream with passion," he added slowly, caressing her with the cane.
Annabelle shook with lust. Her fingers blurred on her cunt, she couldn't help it. She felt the cane running over her ass and she burned with the knowledge of the agony to come. And with a horrible desire for it.
"And I'm going to jerk off over your ass as I do it," Antony said, his voice the same quiet, steely menace. "Won't that be wonderful? I know you love it, whore. And this is to let you know that we're all as depraved as you are."
Annabelle's body was raging helplessly, a seething orgasm building in her with each second. She looked through her legs and saw Antony stroking his cock, harder and faster as he held the cane on her ass, waiting for the moment when she would betray herself.
"And if you're a real good little whore," he said, the cane running over her ass, trembling as he got ready to use it, "and tell me when you're coming and beg me to whip you, well, then you'll get a special treat."
He tapped the cane on her ass, the tiny strokes sending Annabelle's surging climax into another level of pulsating fever.
Annabelle shuddered with shame, lust and horror. He would know when she was coming, he just wanted her to humiliate herself further.
The cane tapped gently at her ass, the strokes just a flick of his wrist, stinging, driving her wild with despair and passion. Her ass burned, her fingers stroked her pussy, driving it with frantic, rising lust. She was spinning out of control, her mind bursting with the most horrible desire. She saw his cock pointing at her ass, his hand stroking along it, joining her in this most depraved act. The surging climax overwhelmed her, sweeping her upward, driving her beyond the ability to stop anything.
With a guttural yell of passion, Annabelle spread her legs even wider, thrusting her ass back as she worked her other hand up her thighs, pulling her pussy-lips wide apart, finger-fucking herself with one hand as she rubbed her clit with the other. Brazenly she swayed, bending deeper, pushing her ass even higher.
"I'm coming, sir!" she screamed. "Whip me, I'm coming!"
Her ass exploded as the cane lashed her. She screamed, her ass heaving higher as she rubbed her pussy, driving herself into another screaming raging orgasm. The cane landed again, driving her into a shrieking, seething climax. She dropped to the floor, propping herself on one hand and a shoulder as she spread her legs wider, ramming her fingers into her cunt, her ass thrusting up for the whip.
"Aaaahhhhh, God!" she screamed. "Whip me, whip me, you bastard, whip me!"
The thin cane lashed red lines into her flesh a she gurgled and screamed, her legs shaking. She was helpless in the grip of her lust, jerking and heaving as each stroke of the cane drove into her ass-flesh.
Suddenly there was a spurt of hot cum across her ass-cheeks. She screamed, a deep depraved shriek and came again, higher, tighter, her body utterly out of control.
"Good little whore!" Antony roared, lashing her as another stream of cum burst out of his cock. "Come on, beg me for it, whore, beg meee!"
He whipped her, his hand lashing down as jism spurted out and all over Annabelle's ass. Each stroke of the cane whipped some of it off her pulped flesh, spraying it across the floor and over her thighs and back. But there was still more.
Annabelle shrieked, her ass raging with an agony that sent her surging helplessly out of control. "Whip me, whip meeeee!"
Antony lashed her as another thick wad of cum burst out of his piss-slit and over her ass. He knew where to aim, for most of his cum was sliding into Annabelle's ass-crack and over her pussy. Already her fingers were smeared with his cock-juice.
"Take it!" he roared, lashing the screaming blonde, watching as her hair tossed frantically on the bathroom tiles. He lashed her with all his might as his cock gave a final spurt of cum and slowed, dribbling cum out over his hand.
Annabelle gave an unearthly scream and clung to the floor, her ass still circling, seeking the whip that had stopped. Just as with her first orgasm, it wasn't finished, she wanted more. She broke into hysterical sobs. She couldn't accept that she wanted this degradation. Then she would have to beg for this all the time, just to get satisfaction. The thought was too horrible to think about. Still she moaned and sobbed on the floor, her fingers buried in her cunt.
Antony stood, his hand still stroking his cock, his eyes glassy. "Get up and clean me off!"
Annabelle crawled to him on hands and knees, her body shaking, demanding, crawling with pain. She knelt up, licked at the remains of cum running down his cock and over his fingers. She could feel his jism running in her ass and over her pussy as she sucked him. In a dream, she took his hand and licked it clean, then took his cock, sucking it, cleaning off the last of the cum. His thick prick had hardly gone down at all, and she felt the soft caresses she gave it already sending new life back into it.
He took her blonde hair and pulled her face up to his. "You see what a whore you are?"
"Ooohhh, please no, don't," Annabelle wept. Her body shook with desire, with pain, all mingled until she didn't know which was which.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I can wait."
He pulled her head back a little more.
"Now for the treat I promised you." He dropped her hair and went over to a chair, picking up the collar. "Put it on."
This time Annabelle didn't protest. She put the collar on, tightening it to his instructions until it was tight enough, but allowed her to breathe. Her hands trembled as she obediently clipped the chain into the ring of the collar and followed Antony out of the bathroom and downstairs again.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Hilary demanded as Antony led Annabelle in. She had taken off her dress and blouse and wore only a short slip. The men were all naked now, though Patrick wore a robe, out of which his cock stuck like a massive skewer.
"Thank God you got here," he said. "Your wife and daughter were about to rape us."
"She's all yours," Antony said, spinning Annabelle towards the table. "But first she had a treat. Zoe, come here and clean her ass out."
"Ooooohhh, shit!" Zoe snarled. She got up, her little slip crumpled, cum running down the insides of her thighs. "Shit, you shoot over every ass you can get your hands on."
"Get on with it," Antony said, "or I'll warm your ass while you do it."
Annabelle hadn't really understood what they were saying, but what happened then sent her into fits of further horror.
"Oh, would you, Daddy?" Zoe asked. She came up to her father and slid her stockinged leg up his thigh, caressing his cock as she passed. She clung to him, taking his cock in her skillful fingers and playing with it. "Would you do that? Whip me, oohh, let me have the dildo while you do it, please, that would be great." She caressed Antony's cock, her hands stroking it back to the marble hardness of before.
"You," Antony said to Annabelle, "over the table, your treat is coming up."
But Annabelle was frozen to the spot. She stared at the scene as Zoe slid her leg over her father's thigh and caressed his rock-hard prick.
Zoe turned to Annabelle. "What? Don't you understand?"
She pouted, licking her lips.
"You sucked him off in the bathroom while he pissed, didn't you? Just like this."
Annabelle gave a muffled scream as she watched Zoe drop slowly to her knees and hold her father's cock while she slid her soft pouting lips over his cock-head. Zoe grinned at Annabelle as she sucked, her eyes bright with lust. She eased her mouth up until she was just licking Antony's rock-hard cock-head.
"Didn't you ever want to do this to your daddy?"
Annabelle almost fainted at the suggestion. She fell to her knees and wept at the sight, the little nymph sucking her father's cock.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't bring him off," Zoe said. "Not yet. You might even lick his cum out of my ass later, how would you like that?"
Annabelle gasped and crouched on the floor, her mind spinning with the terrible horror she saw all around her. But the men were all laughing and Hilary smiled, rubbing the hem of her slip gently over her pussy as she watched. The men all had hard-ons, and Annabelle knew they had been waiting for her.
"Up and lean over the table for your treat," Antony said.