"Get up," Hilary snapped, the cat swinging in her hand.
Annabelle turned, her fear and honor fusing into a terrible rage. She crawled up, he legs shaky, her body heaving with passion. "You whore!" she yelled at Hilary, and slapped her across the face. "You can let your daughter do that? Fuck, you're the worst pervert in the world."
She struck at Hilary again, but Kirby grabbed her wrist and twisted her to her knees.
Everybody laughed at that and Annabelle sobbed even louder.
"So, she had a treat coming?" Hilary asked.
"Yeah," Antony said lazily as he held Zoe's head to his cock and let her suck it gently. "She's come a long way."
"Not far enough," Hilary snapped. "For the treat she can wear clamps. Get them."
Annabelle didn't know what she was referring to. She knelt on the floor, struggling against Kirby's strong grip.
He reached down and took hold of her tits, stroking them, pinching the nipples. They were already hard and standing out, and, under his fingers, they began to get even harder.
"Ever worn clamps?" he asked. "You're in for a real treat. Here, suck it."
Before Annabelle could move, he had twisted her around and slammed his cock into her mouth.
She choked and sucked, but it wasn't for long. Her head was pulled away and there was Hilary, standing over her with two tiny metal clamps in her hands. They looked terrifying to Annabelle, with their little jaws and the screws that would tighten them.
"Hold her," Hilary said.
Kirby grabbed the librarian's elbows and pulled them hard behind her back.
Annabelle struggled, but it was no use. Hilary took the chain around her neck and rattled it.
"You stay still, whore," she said, "you're going to get your treat, but it's gonna hurt, you got that, it's going to hurt, real bad."
Annabelle watched Hilary move one of the little metal clamps and slide it over her right nipple. "No, please, don't do that, I didn't mean it, I'll be good!"
Hilary smiled at her. "You've got to learn, whore."
She screwed the clamp a little and the teeth squeezed Annabelle's nipple.
"When I've put these on, you're going to lean over the table and my daughter is going to lick all that nasty cum out of your ass and pussy, won't that be nice?"
"Ooohhh, God!" Annabelle shuddered, staring at the tiny clamp hanging from her nipple. The pain was low, but she knew there was more.
Hilary twisted the clamp again and the teeth bit harder, digging into Annabelle's flesh. "Hurting, bitch?"
"Please, no more, please!"
Hilary twisted again and pain rushed out of Annabelle's tit.
"Please, stop, I'll do whatever you want!"
Hilary twisted again and Annabelle screamed, heaving against Kirby's hands, agony rushing all over her.
"Nooooo! Stop please!"
"Now the second one," Hilary said and slid the other clamp over Annabelle's left nipple.
Annabelle twisted the clamp and the jaws bit into the helpless blonde's flesh. Her nipples burned with searing pain as Hilary tightened first one and then the other until Annabelle was screaming and bucking against Kirby, her tits one mass of pain.
Annabelle twisted, her nipples feeling as if they were crushed, her tits burning with pain.
"Let me see," Hilary said and checked the damps carefully, twisting one even tighter and getting another scream from her victim. Finally she was satisfied. "Put her across the table!"
Annabelle was pushed over the table top again. Her throbbing nipples in the unbearable clamps rasped over the polished surface, driving even more pain from her tits.
Hilary took the chain and pulled it around the far leg of the table while Annabelle screamed and heaved, her body burning with pain.
Kirby and Patrick took her ankles and lashed them to the legs of the table, spreading her thighs yet again, for them to do whatever they wanted with her. She pulled at the chain, but it didn't give. She was helpless, struggling on the table.
"Now," Hilary said, grinning down at the helpless librarian. "Now for your treat, won't that be nice?"
Annabelle took one look at the cane in Hilary's hand. "Yes, yes, Mistress, yes it will be!"
In the searing pain rushing all over her body, Annabelle wasn't thinking very clearly. She saw Zoe coming up behind her, a grin on her sensual little mouth. But it was the clamps that drove Annabelle made. They throbbed on her nipples, burning into her flesh with a pounding agony. She reached for them.
Hilary leaned in and whispered in her ear. "If you even loosen them half a turn, I'll whip your tits until they fall and then whip you again until you put them back on! Don't do it, whore." Annabelle moaned, her body pulsing with the pain from her nipples. She rubbed her tits on the table top, feeling the screws dragging on the surface, but it didn't help her. The agony went on.
She felt the touch of Zoe's mouth as the little nympho licked at the backs of her thighs, taking up gobs of Antony's cum as they slowly oozed down.
Zoe grinned at her mockingly. "Make the most of this, for you're gonna be doing this for me soon."
She moved her soft mouth up and licked over Annabelle's clit, taking her time.
Annabelle gasped. She struggled on the table top, pulling at the collar as she faced another humiliation. "Not a woman, not her, make her stop, I'm not a lesbian! Nooooo!"
"You calling me a lezzie?" Zoe snarled, jumping up and grabbing the cane.
"Noooo, no I wasn't, honest!" Annabelle screamed, trembling, grabbing helplessly at the chain that held her.
"Good. I'm only doing this because my daddy told me to, and I do everything my daddy says." She snickered and leaned even closer. "And so will you, whore."
She walked back and suddenly lashed Annabelle's ass without warning, the cane whipping viciously into the bound librarian's flesh.
"Aaaggghhh!" Annabelle screamed, tossing wildly.
"Just checking," Zoe said and threw the whip away. She knelt and licked at Annabelle's wideopen cunt, her sensuous mouth moving over Annabelle's pussy-lips and alit with expert knowledge. She sucked up her father's cum that still clung there, while all the time her fingers caressed Annabelle's skin, adding to the depraved pleasure rushing through the helpless woman.
Annabelle pulled at the chain, her legs trembling, her tits aching with pain. But the passion was rising, the horrible disgusting lust, fuelled by every touch of Zoe's mouth on her sensitive pussy. She struggled desperately not to show them her arousal; biting her lip, rubbing her tits harder into the table top to distract herself with the pain. But it just made things worse. She gasped, her body gyrating as she sobbed and thrust her ass back at Zoe's mouth. "Stop it!" she screamed. "Stop it, it's disgusting."