"Now, get your clothes put right," Kirby said sharply. "You're about to give a performance."
Annabelle wanted to scream, but the cat in his hand reminded her of the penalty for that. Still sobbing a little, and terrified out of her mind, she straightened her jacket, pulled her blouse right, trying to avoid the wet patch that was the remains of Patrick's cum, and finally pulled her skirt into the right position.
"Up on the table," Kirby said.
A part of her still wouldn't believe the horror was real as she walked over to the large, oval, shiny-topped table. They were all there, watching her. Zoe and Patrick slowly fucked in the chair, Zoe gasping with the endless gushes of her climaxes. Patrick was grinning, thrusting his hard cock deep into her hot pussy.
Hilary sat back, still running her fingers over her panties, while her other hand played with Antony's cock which she had taken out of his pants. He was gurgling in lust as he watched the blonde librarian hesitate, trying to see how she should get up on the table.
"Here," he said and got up from his chair, offering it for Annabelle to get up on. It was a strange gesture, almost friendly, and Annabelle blushed, her mind spinning with the mixture of emotions she suffered. She put one foot on the chair and he helped her up onto the table. Then he pulled it back and sat down again.
Kirby dimmed the lights, leaving the one beside the table on, showing Annabelle, helpless, posed on the wooden top.
She gazed around at them, half hidden in the dinner light. She could see that they were all concentrating on her and the blood rushed to her head, making her lovely features even more beautiful as she blushed.
"Walk," Kirby said. "Up and down, let me see you move."
He leaned on the table top, the cat a cruel reminder of Annabelle's helplessness. She turned, dizzy with fear and walked slowly up and down the table, four paces one way, four the other, all the time being watched by their eyes.
"Take your jacket off," Kirby said.
Annabelle stopped and moaned as she reached for the buttons of her dark coat. It came off easily and she dropped it to Kirby's hand, watching as he laid it over a chair.
"Hmmm," Kirby said, walking around the cowering girl on the table. "The skirt next."
In a nightmare of fear, Annabelle reached for the clasp of her skirt, unclipping it with trembling fingers, letting the woolen garment slide down her legs, revealing her ass and her long legs showing through the thin material of her slip.
"Now the blouse."
"Oh please," Annabelle whispered.
The cat tails lashed onto the table top close to her feet and she jumped with terror. "The blouse!" Kirby snapped.
Annabelle didn't hesitate any longer. Her hand went up to the buttons of the blouse and managed to open the top one. The blouse opened, showing the creamy white of her throat. Her fingers twitching almost out of control, she pulled the next button open, allowing them to see the top of her slip and the tiny white bra underneath.
"Don't stop," Kirby said.
Annabelle reached for the next button. She could see Zoe heaving on Patrick's cock while, in the dim light, his fingers played with her tits, squeezing them, drawing endless moans of pleasure from the little nympho. And Hilary's hand was slowly moving up and down Antony's cock, stroking the big hunk of meat as they both watched.
The button came open, showing the full beauty of Annabelle's lacy slip and the curves of her body below the swelling tits. The last one came open and Annabelle wrestled with the ones at her wrists, desperately trying to force them open.
Kirby stood watching. Finally the wrist buttons came open and Annabelle let the blouse slide down her arms and onto the table top.
Kirby picked it up and tossed it onto the chair with the rest of her clothes.
"Okay," he said, "now slide that slip all the way up over your ass and let's get a good look at your legs."
Annabelle stifled another bout of tears. She knew she had a great pair of legs, enough men had told her. She played on that, wearing four inch heels. But that was all she had ever meant to do, show her body off, and now she was trapped. She looked at the cat in Kirby's hand and reached down, working the slip up, over her creamy white thighs, showing her stocking tops and the lacy suspender straps that held them up.
"Spread your legs!"
Annabelle sobbed, but she slid her hands over the polished surface of the table, spreading her thighs wide open.
Kirby reached out, his hand sliding over her thighs, moving over her flesh, caressing her as if she were a slave for sale. She trembled as his hand ran inside the wide opening of her tap pants and slid toward her soft blonde pussy.
"No!" She twisted away, falling onto the table. Suddenly Lee grabbed her arms. He held her for a second, then reached for the collar and used that to throw her down on her back onto the shining surface. She screamed as he slid onto the table behind her.
Kirby took her legs and lifted them back over her head. Then Lee took them and leaned, forcing them wide open and down until the toes of her high heels touched the table top. She was helpless again, bent double, her ass sticking over the end of the table, her feet pinned by Lee as he knelt over her head.
She sobbed as she looked up at him. He was slightly older than Kirby and still dressed in his business suit. His tie was gone, and his shirt was open, but that was all. He grinned at her, and she wept as she noticed the thick bulge in his pants, only inches from her face.
Then the cat lashed into her ass.
"First of all," Kirby said as her screams died away, "you never pull away – ever – no matter what any of us want to do. This is what happens if you do."
Annabelle's screams rang from the walls as Kirby whipped her sore ass, beating the cat into it until she was wailing and moaning, struggling helplessly in Lee's strong grasp. Her ass beat up and down over the table edge, and her legs trembled with each blow.
"Nooo, help me! Stop!" Annabelle wept, the agony surging out of her whipped ass.
"Got that?" Kirby said finally, letting the cat drop.
"Yes," Annabelle sniveled.
"Good, now to show that you have, undo Lee's pants and take his cock out – the poor guy's fit to bust."
Annabelle choked; Lee knelt over her, thrusting his cock closer to her face with each second. She had to obey, there was no way out. She reached up, her fingers almost out of control and tried to hold the top of his zipper. Finally she got it to move and pulled it down, over the massive bulge of his cock.
She could hear the rising moans of Zoe and Patrick as she timidly reached into Lee's pants and felt for his cock. The touch of it made her shiver. It was massive and throbbed as she touched it. She gasped, tears rushing to her eyes as she found that she could only just get her hand around the thick shaft.
"Take it out," Kirby said.
"Oh God," Annabelle whispered, but she did as she was told. She pulled at the enormous pillar of flesh, easing it slowly out of Lee's pants until she could see the full length of it, and that made her even more scared. It thrust over her face, the round cock-head throbbing and pulsing, purplish with the engorged blood. The shaft was thick and curved slightly upward, pulling at her hand.
"That's nice," Lee said, "just keep it like that, honey, just like that."
He grinned and thrust his cock over her face.
"You like to suck cock?"
"Oh please, not that," Annabelle whispered. Lee laughed. "Would you rather take cum all over your face?"
Kirby's hand ran over her thighs again. She trembled, but managed to hold still as he worked his way into her tap pants and caressed her pussy.
"Now tell me how much you love that," he said as he slid a finger down the crack of Annabelle's cunt.
"Please," she begged, "don't make me do that."