CHAPTER THREE

Cindy moaned and struggled on the desk, trying helplesly to pull
her arms out of the cuffs that held them. The metal had already
dug into her wrists and there were deep red marks in her flesh.

She sobbed harder as she felt George's hands running down into
the crack of her arse and then farther, between her stretched and
bound legs, back to the crack of her cunt.

"Now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you," he whispered,
leaning over her, his mouth close to her neck as he nuzzled
against the dark mass of her hair.

Cindy gave a terrified sob. She knew what would happen if she
refused to beg, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it, to
allow him to ram his terrible thing into her helpless, virgin body.

"Now, you tell me-and fast," said George menacingly. "I've got
the biggest hard-on of my life and I'm gonna put it somewhere;
So beg me, slut, beg me."

And he rolled his hips over her arse and Cindy felt the monstrous
pole of his cock as it pushed against her beaten flesh.

"Aaaaggg, ooooohhhhh!" she moaned, trying to think, trying to
imagine some way out of this. Her body heaved on the desk and
the collar cut into her neck again and the cuffs tore at her wrists
and ankles.

"Now tell me, fuck meat," George whispered, "or I'll take it out on
you until you beg."

His huge cock thrust at her arse and Cindy gave a terrible low
scream of terror and gasped for breath, but still she couldn't bring
herself to beg him.

"If you don't, my little whore, I'll use the whip again. And if I have
to do that," he said, "I'll do it as long as I like, not just until you
beg me. And I can assure you, you will be begging, screaming for
me to fuck you before I stop. I don't like little cunts who defy me."

"Aaaggg, ohhhhh, no, ohhhhh," Cindy moaned, her body shaking
and her breath panting. There was a whirlpool of cotton in her
head, she couldn't think coherently.

"Last chance, you little shit," George whispered. "And please
don't give in now, I want to whip the shit outa you so bad-so
please, defy me, fuck meat." He leaned even closer and Cindy
could feel the throb of his prick as it pushed against her sore arse.

Cindy tried, she tried to tell him he could fuck her, she tried to get
out the words that would save her from more pain, but they
wouldn't come out. She gasped and tossed on the desk as hard
as the cuffs and ropes would let her, but nothing except gasps
and moans came out.

"Oh, good," she heard George say, and suddenly he was gone.

Cindy moaned as she tried to pull herself free, terrified now of
what she knew was coming, but she had lost the chance.

Then she stiffened with new horror, wondering what, in the name
of God, George was doing to her. She felt him pull her cunt lips
back and hold them. Then, without warning, the jaws of some
kind of clamp slammed shut over her cunt flesh, and she leaped
and screamed on the desk, begging him to stop.

"I bet you want me to fuck you, hey?" he asked.

Cindy almost passed out as another clamp bit into the other side
of her cunt lips.

"Oh yes, yes, you can fuck me," she gasped.

"Anything, anything, but please don't hurt me again, please."

"It's funny how you little cunts get to pleading when it's too late,"
he said.

Cindy screamed in horror. The metal jaws, pinching her flesh
viciously, were only part of the problem.
There was string attached to them and he was pulling on it,
opening her cunt lips until her clit was exposed. Cindy moaned
and tried to hide her face in the desk. He pulled on the string until
she was sobbing in pain and humiliation and her cunt lips were
pulled as far as they would go.

Then he tied the string to the rope running from her collar to her
thighs, and Cindy gave helpless screams of agony as she
twitched and heaved, and each movement not only pulled on her
collar, but stretched her bound cunt lips as well.

He stepped away again and Cindy felt her heart palpitating as
she tried to guess what he would do. She could imagine what she
looked like now, her legs spread wide, her thighs bound and her
poor cunt lips pulled open in the most obscene display.

"If you beg me to fuck you after the first stroke," she heard
George's calm, menacing voice saying, "then you'll get ten
lashes. If after two, then twenty, and so on. You understand?"

"Oh please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Cindy moaned, the
terrible word flowing out of her mouth in her overwhelming terror.

"That doesn't count," said George crisply.

Cindy started sobbing, but that was cut off instantly by the
scream she gave that echoed off the walls.

George had lashed the whip expertly across her wide-open cunt,
so that the tip of it was the only thing to make contact, but it cut
viciously right into her clit. Cindy had never known that pain like
that existed. It was far worse than the pain in her arse. It -sent red-
hot spears of agony shooting all over her body, burning deep into
her until she heard her voice babbling, and the voice was coming
from a long way away.

"Oh yes, please fuck me, please fuck me, please," the voice was
screaming from somewhere outside the seas of pain she was
submerged in.

"So that makes ten,' said George.

Cindy's screams doubled and her head twisted in awful agony as
the whip cut precisely into her exposed clit. The scream at the
second lash was still building as the third crashed in, and the
bound librarian writhed on the desk, begging her torturer to do
anything he wanted, if he would just stop beating her.

"Oh, come on now, my little whore,' said George as he whipped
her again. "You wouldn't want to spoil my fun, now would you?
Slut. Would you. . . six!" And the whip lashed into her cunt again.

"Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, aaaggghhhh! Oh fuck me!" Cindy
screamed as the agony soared higher in her bound body.

But there was something strange about it. At the height, each
beat of the whip sent tremors through her, tremors that she found
herself waiting for, waiting for the next beat of the whip, and they
would be there again. Would they be as awful the next time? Or
would that strange feeling make them more bearable?

"Nine!" said George, and Cindy's arse bounced all around the
desk as far as the cuffs and ropes would allow. "Ten!"

Cindy gave a massive scream and fell across the hard wooden
surface, sweat runmng over her body

There was another moment broken by Cindy's low moans as she
gasped for breath and waited for the rape she knew was coming.
The pain in her body throbbed as the fire from her whipped arse
and cunt still spread slowly.

George was beside her head. He pulled the gasping girl up by a
handful of her hair and made her stare at him.

"I think I should show you what you're going to be getting," he
said. He slid the zipper at the front of his pants down and slowly
pulled his cock out.

Cindy gave a great gasp of new fear. She could never get
something that big into her virgin cunt! It would burst her in two,
George laughed as he held her hair in one hand and forced her
head up, against the pull of the ropes on her collar, and ran his
other hand over his massive fucker. It pulsed and bulged before
Cindy's terrified eyes. There was nearly a foot of rock-hard cock
and it was so thick that George's hand would scarcely fit around it
as he slowly rubbed it in front of her face.

"Shit," he said, and chuckled with eat amazement. "I've got half a
mind to jerk off all over your beautiful face and then whip you till I
get hard again. How about it?"

"Oh no!" she sobbed. "Oh please, fuck me now, please, please,
George!" She gasped and wept as he grinned.

"Well, all right, fuck meat," he said, "Since you asked me so nice.
I guess." And he dropped her head and walked behind her.

Cindy moaned as she knew her humiliation 'was about to be
completed. She felt him pull on the clips still holding her cunt
lips in their terrible embrace, and then she gave another
desperate groan as he brutally pulled them off, dragging the cunt
flesh and actually pulling some of her cunt hair out by the roots.

"Now," he said, and Cindy felt the first touch of a man's cock at
the entrance to her cunt. "Now relax, my little whore, and it'll be
so much better for you."

But relaxing was the last thing Cindy could do. She moaned as
she felt him run the head of his monster cock up and down the
slick flesh of her beaten clit. There were fresh bursts of agony
from her clit, but there were also spasms, things she didn't
understand at all.

"Well, fuck me," said George softly. "You're damp, you little shit,
you're fucking damp." And his cockhead just ran into the lips of
Cindy's throbbing cunt.

She stiffened as she felt the huge round cockhead force the walls
of her cunt to open a little. She didn't understand why George
had said that about her getting damp. Did it mean something?
She had no idea, but she wasn't going to get much time to think
about it anyway.

His cock sank another inch into her protesting body. The walls of
her cunt seemed to scream as they were forced to open and the
head of George's huge cock worked its way into her until it came
up against the rigid wall of her cherry.

"Oh, no," Cindy moaned, and her head sank back to the desk top.

"What's the matter?" asked George innocently. "Don't you want
me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes, yes, please!" Cindy shouted, her arse thrusting back at
his rampaging cock.

She was utterly terrified for a moment that he would stop and
whip her again, but he was too hot by this time.

If Cindy had been more experienced, she would have known he
was desperate to unload his cum by the way his cock throbbed
and beat at her cunt.

"Oh, good," said George, and he thrust his cock back to the drum
of Cindy's cherry. Slowly he pulled his cock back and then thrust
it forward, an inch at a time, back and forth, waiting. "Shall I take
it now?"

Cindy was almost sick. She was going to be forced to beg a man
to take her virginity. But there was no way out.

"Oh, yes!" she heard her voice scream. "Oh, take it for me,
please!" And she gave a heave and a great sob as he just
continued his slow, in-and-out fucking.

Without warning, George fucked deep into Cindy's cunt. For a
split second she felt her cherry resist, and then it was broken, and
his cock was fucking deep into her violated cunt. She was
ruined-the one thing that made a woman desirable to a man was
gone. She would be spurned by every decent man in the world
now, and it would serve her tight for giving in like that. She should
have resisted to death if necessary.

George grunted with pleasure as his massive cock fucked into
her cunt. "Sheeit," he moaned. "You've got the tightest little cunt
hole I ever fucked. Hey, that's great, ohhh yeah!

He leaned in on her, forcing his cock in until his balls slapped
against her whipped and painful arse, and the pressure of his body
drove her thighs into the front of her desk. Slowly he pulled his
invading cockmeat out, until only the cockhead still rested in
Cindy's cunt.

Then he slowly fucked back in, inch by relentless inch, until it was
all there and Cindy could feel the head of his prick beat against
the entrance of her womb. She could feel the blood from her
raped cherry running down her thighs and she wept with the
shame of it. She had given in to this man. She had pleaded with
him to fuck her.
She was disgusting and she had to be punished for what she had
done.

And there ws no doubt that George was going to do it. His huge
stiff cock fucked into her cunt passage, forcing the cunt walls to
spread and stretch with new onslaughts of pain. Each fuck thrust
sent waves of it, running up into Cindy's tied body, messages of
her helplessness throbbing through her.

With the pain of the whip gone, however, she now realized that
other parts of her body were getting their own dreadful
stimulation. Her tits rubbed against the hard wood and her
nipples had got hard, testing each ribbed grain of the wood as
George's slowly increasing fuck thrusts forced her body forward
on the desk.

"Ohhhhh yeahhh," she heard George shout. "Ohhh yeahhh, I
gotta have this fuck hole again when it's properly trained." His
thrusts into her cunt suddenly picked up momentum. His hips
beat faster into her and the slap of his thighs and balls into her
whipped arse were louder. "You'll pay for this, shit, getting me all
hot like this, ohhhhh, fuck!"

The huge prick in her cunt was ramming faster and harder at
each fuck stroke and George had his head back as he howled in
rising ecstasy. Cindy wasn't sure what it meant, but she knew he
was going to do something soon, probably that thing called
"consummation" that would end this terrible rape.

Her whole body was suffering as the cock fucked in and out of
her cunt, but the friction on her cunt walls was also doing things
to her that she didn't understand or want to admit to. Fierce
flashes of pleasure spread out each time the cock slammed into
her, making her moan and sending her arse thrusting up at
George to get more of his cock.

It was as if something demonic had taken her over, something
that made her body do all sorts of terrible things without her
knowing, and certainly without her trying. The pleasure rose as
George yelled and fucked, and his cock swelled inside her,
spreading more and more of that feeling into her cunt.

"Aaahhhgggg, oh God!" Cindy screamed.

And she thrust up at George as his massive cock spurted the first
jet of his cum into her cunt.

Suddenly things were spinning for Cindy and nothing was real.
She felt bursts of his hot cum flooding her cunt, and George
leaned back and screamed as his cock took over and his hips
bounced Cindy all over the desk as he slammed into her arse with
each powerful fuck thrust.

He leaned down, grabbed her hair and pulled her back so that
she was arched painfully on the desk, straining against every one
of her bonds, but somehow she didn't notice that. Her mouth
panted as he pulled her head up, and he fucked deeper and
deeper into her cunt as he went on coming, creamy spunk pouring out in
endless waves from his cock.

The spurts of cum sent Cindy's strange feeling higher until she
was moaning and sobbing while her body shuddered in a strange
kind of release, and she felt waves of overwhelming pleasure roll
over her. Each peak of his orgasm, when the white cum spurted
out into her cunt, was matched by a smiliar peak in her body, as
her head strained against the hold he had on her hair, and her
arse and cunt lunged into his thrusting hips.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, you little shit," George suddenly yelled. "You're
coming, you bitch, you're coming! Oh, you fucking cunt!" He gave
a heave on his cock that almost tore her legs out of their sockets
as he shot the last of his sperm into her wildly throbbing cunt.
"Oh no, oh God," Cindy moaned as he slowly let go of her hair
and she came down to realize what she had done.

She had allowed a man to fuck her and she had got pleasure
from it. And this was after she had been most cruelly whipped.
She really was depraved, and she had to stop it, stop it now!
Decent women didn't get pleasure from fucking, they just didn't-
her mother had been very emphatic on that. So she wasn't a
decent woman, and the only way she could become decent
again was to resist all his attempts in the future.

George slowly settled onto her helpless body, his cock still oozing
cum in her cunt, his body still shaking from the orgasm.

"Fuck me," he whispered. "You and me are going to have the
best time in the world, whore. You're gonna learn to do things you
never even heard of before. Jesus, I wish I'd known, I'da brought
a lot more stuff with me. Oh well, we can deal with that later."

Cindy gave another low moan and she felt the pain returning all
over her body, radiating from her ankles and wrists where the
metal had dug deep into her skin. From the backs of her knees,
where her tendons had been so unmercifully stretched for so
long, and most of all from her whipped arse and cunt.

She felt George slowly pull his cock out of her. Her cunt closed
around his cockhead as it went and there seemed to be
something missing there, something she wanted or needed. She
gave a moan and tried to relax. She felt him unclip the cuffs at
her ankles and then untie the rope to her collar. Then he came
around and undid her wrist cuffs and allowed her to stand up.

Rubbing her wrists and ankles and then trying to bring some relief
to her arse, Cindy walked across the floor as she looked at her
tormentor as he sat in one of the chairs and watched her with
amusement.
His cummy cock still hung out of his pants, massive, even when
partially soft. Cindy rubbed her arse and the pain flowed, but it
wasn't so bad anymore. Her fingers worked their way to her
whipped and raw clit, rubbing over it, feeling the wetness of mixed
cum and blood running down the insides of her thighs.

The rubbing gave some relief to her cunt and she continued
running her fingers over it, feeling the soft relief spreading. She
couldn't understand why George had a big grin spreading over his
face.

"Pretty good, slut," he said. "Spread your legs wider, let me see."

Cindy was so terrified of him that she obeyed and let him see her
rubbing her beaten clit.

"Well," she said, tears in her eyes again, "I hope you're satisfied.
You've ruined me, so let me go now."

George laughed. "Ruined you?'- he asked. "I'm going to make
you into the woman you really are. We've only just started, honey.
So brighten up and come with me."

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CHAPTER TWO

"Y-you're what?" Cindy asked, so terrified her stomach was in
knots.

Through the pain from her nipple as George slowly twisted it,
came the greater pain of knowing that he planned to rape her.

"Shit, have you got a pair of tits," said George, slowly playing with
her nipple. "Fuck, there's men here would give their balls to get
hold of these tits for a night." He held the soft heaviness of her tit
in his hand and ran his fingers over it.

"Please," Cindy begged, "what are you going to do with me?" She
stifled a sob. Just a few- minutes ago she was looking forward to
a lovely quiet weekend, and now she was facing the greatest
terror of her life.

"I'm gonna fmd out if you're cherry or not," said George, with a
grin. Then I'm gonna fuck the hell outa you. How does that
sound?"

"N-no, please, don't do that, please. I'll do anything you want, but
please don't do that, please," Cindy begged as his rough hands
still played with her tits and caressed her white flesh.

"But I want to fuck you," said George, using that awful word
again. "So that's what I'm gonna do. You can make it easy or
difficult, I don't care."

"But, but, you wouldn't rape a virgin, would you?" Cindy pleaded.
"Please, please let me go, I'll give you all the money I have,
please."

"Honey, I don't want your fucking money. I want your body, you
slut, so stop the crap and get over that desk."

"No, no, please, please," Cindy begged, but George grabbed her
by the wrist and dragged her toward her own desk. She struggled
and screamed but none of it did any good. George was much too
strong for her and he flung her face down across her desk with no
effort at all. There he held her, a hand firmly on the small of her
back as she struggled and yelled and tried to kick out at him.

"Stop it!" she screamed, and her flying spike heel caught him on the
shin.

"You'll pay for that, you cunt," he promised. And he showed the
terrified librarian a pair of metal handcuffs, waving them in front of
her face. "You wanna put these on, or shall I do it for you?"

"Leave me alone, you, you monster!" Cindy screamed, and she
stupidly tried to reach for his hair and pull a handful of it out.

With a laugh, he gripped her wrist and clipped the handcuffs on
with practiced ease. Cindy screamed and rolled on the desk, but
he held her too firmly.

"Get away from me!" she screamed and suddenly felt the whip
curl around her neck. Spluttering and and half choked, she
watched as he released his hold on her back.

He rolled off the desk and pulled her arm down to where her wrist
was beside the desk's sturdy wooden leg There was a click and
Cindy's arm was handcuffed to her own desk.

She tried to scream, but very little would come out through the
choke hold of the whip. It was all she could do to breathe, and
she heaved and sobbed on the hard deak top, helpless as he clip
ped another pair of cuffs to her other wrist and leaned on that arm
too, dragging it down until he could clip it to the other leg of the
desk.

Now Cindy was almost helpless. But her arms were tied and they
were stretched so far that the pressure of the handcuffs forced
her face down into the hard wood of her desk top.

She gave a moan as she struggled and hoped that somebody,
anybody, would still be in the building and come in to save her
from this terrible humiliation.

"Well," said George, going around to the back of the desk and
surveying her arse as it jumped and heaved in frantic agony. "This
is going to be better than I thought. Did you know you've got an
arse that drives men crazy?"

Cindy spluttered and struggled, the whip around her neck still
cutting off most of her air.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said George. "I forgot, you have trouble speaking
right now.' And he came back and uncurled the leather, letting the
half-choked girl breathe again. "Did you know what a fantastic
arse you've got?"

"Leave me alone," said Cindy desperately, tears rolling down her
cheeks. She had never been so humiliated in her life before and
the thought of her luscious body being so exposed and helpless
was more than she could take.
"Well, let's just say that you have a fantastic arse," said George
pleasantly, "and I can't wait to get at it." He leaned down and
whispered in her ear. "So, let's get your ankles tied up and we
can begin."

"Leave me alone, oh please, you can't be such a beast, you
can't!" Cindy screamed.

She kicked and screamed as hard as she could, but he grabbed
one of her legs and she felt the click of the cuffs and then it was
dragged down. There was another click and she couldn't move.
The metal hurt her ankle as she struggled and moaned with the
pain. Then he had her other leg and there were the same two
awful clicks and she was utterly helpless, her arms and legs held
tight to the desk, her body vulnerable.

He spent a little time rearranging her. He put the high-heeled
shoe back on her foot and shifted her arse over so that her legs
were pressed straight, the backs of her knees twitching with the
agony of her taut tendons. Now her hips were against the edge of
her desk and her arse thrust up, utterly exposed to him.

He came back around to her head and, to Cindy's utter horror, he
produced a large, studded dog collar and slid it around her neck.

She screamed at him, but it did no good at all. He just laughed
and clipped a long piece of thin rope to the collar and threw it
under the desk.

Moaning and gasping, Cindy tried to think wh he would possibly
do with it, and very soon she found out. He pulled it from under
the desk on the other side of her body and then lashed it first
around one of her thighs, just above her knees, and then ran it
over her other leg, pulling the strand that led to the collar tight
before he lashed the other one on.

Now, each twitch of her legs forced Cindy's face down harder into
the desk, and the collar, while not actually choking her, was tight
enough to give her breathing trouble. She gave a moan of utter
helplessness and desperately wondered what perversion he had
in store for her.

"Now, tell me," said George, waiking around to the bound girl's
arse and slowly rubbing his hands over it. "Do you wear the
clothes you do to drive men crazy? Or is it just a whim on your
part?"

Cindy struggled and wept. The trouble was that each heave she
gave to try and get away from those terrible hands just pulled on
the rope and jerked her head down, making her breathing more
difficult.

"I don't know," she managed to say. "Men should respect women,
protect them-not what you're doing.'

George laughed. "Let me tell you one thing I've learned in my
travels," he said. "When a little cock-tease like you dresses up so
that men get hard-ons the moment they see them, then the cock-
teasers are asking for it, and in the end they get it. And you're
gonna get it, lots of it, you little cunt."

His hands were running over her arse and Cindy felt his fingers
slide inside her panty leg and run down into the secret crack
between her legs.

"No!" she screamed. "No, not that, no!" But he ignored her and
his fingers probed farther, between the soft lips of her cunt,
gently rubbing over the bud of her clit.

No man had ever been anywhere near there before and Cindy
moaned with disgust. "You beast! I'll report you to the police
when I get out of here."
"Oh, if you like," saidGeorge with a grin, while his fingers played
with the soft flesh of her cunt. "But I wouldn't dream of doing
anything to you that you didn't want me to do. In fact, you're
gonna beg me to fuck you very soon, and do anything else I
want."

"Never!" Cindy screamed. "I'll never do that, I'd rather - -

"Die first," he finished for her. "Well, we'll see. Now, that was
stupid of me. I left your panties on. Now they have to come off, so
I'll have to tear them off, won't I?"

"No, you brute, no, don't do that!" Cindy moaned. She was
gasping for breath as the collar cut into the back of hr neck and
forced her face into the hard wood.

"Oh, all right," said George pleasantly. "We'll see if I can
persuade you to beg me to rip them off. We can come to the fuck
later."

His fingers retreated from her cunt and Cindy gave a moan of
relief. She felt him flip the hem of her tiny slip up, over her arse
until it was around her waist and his terrible hands ran over the
insides of her thighs, up and down, going below her stocking tops
to her knees and then right back up to the crack of her arse and
cunt.

It was awful for her, and she struggled as much as she could, but
it was hopeless. The edge of the desk cut into her thighs, adding
to her pain and helplessness.

"Now, just let me know when you want me to tear your panties
off," said George.

He was talking from behind her and Cindy wondered what he was
going to do to her.
But, until it happened, she didn't have the faintest idea. There
was a moment of total silence and then, suddenly, the most
terrible agony surged through Cindy's bound arse.

She had forgotten about the whip and the skill George had with it.
The crack of the leather on her unprotected arse echoed from the
walls and her scream followed. Her head and legs tried to leap in
different directions and the rope slammed her face back down to
the desk as she screamed and moaned in terror.

George lashed the thin leather whip forward again and waited
until Cindy's terrified scream had faded. "You have the most
terrific arse. Shit, it's real fun to whip it. And, ohhh fuck me, your
legs, shit, you gotta pair of legs, baby, just made to be tied up like
that. Ohhhh, yeahhh!" And he lashed her arse again.

Cindy struggled and screamed, fresh tears running down her
cheeks. She couldn't believe any man could be so brutal to a
lady. Her arse was exploding with agony at each lash of the whip,
and the loud crack of it added an extra margin of terror. "Ohhhhh,
please, please, George, don't please! Aaaaggghhh! Oh no, no,
please, no!"

"Shit," said George, lashing the bound woman again "I gotta
hard-on you wouldn't believe, baby. I'm gonna fuck the shit outa
you, just wait." Andhe listened to Cindy scream and beg as her
arse jumped and twitched, trying in vain to escape the
punishment.

Cindy couldn't believe she would ever be in that much agony. Her
whole arse broke into flames as the whip lashed her and they had
only died down a little before the next terrible lashing burst the fire
higher, burning through her helpless body. Her arse cheeks were
scarlet, a mass of red lines that fused into each other. Her flesh
felt as if it had been beaten to a pulp, and the relentless whip
never stopped curling out and back, cutting into her arse.
"Aaaghhh! Ohhhh, no, oh God no!" Cindy wept as the whip
continued lashing into her body. "I never did anything to you!
Please, ohhhhh, aggghhhh, oh God, please!" And she gasped for
breath again as the collar cut into her neck.

"Just tell me when you want me to rip your panties off," said
George, as if she were being very unreasonable. "Then I can
check if you're really cherry or not, and I'll whip the shit outa you if
you're not cherry."

Cindy screamed as more and more agony erupted into her
helpless body. George could really use that whip and each lash
was calculated to exact the most terrible pain without letting
Cindy faint from it. Her arse cheeks bounced at each contact, the
beaten flesh contorting as the leather bit into it.

"Please, aaaghhhh! Oh stop, please, I'll do anything if you'll stop,
anything! Please, oh agghhhh, oh no," Cindy sobbed and the
desktop under her face was wet with her tears.

"All I want you to do is beg me to tear your panties off," said
George as he whipped her again. "It's simple, slut, just beg me."

"No!" Cindy screamed. "No I won't, I won't-aaggghhhh, ohhhh, oh
no, I won't, I won't, I aaagghhheeei! Oh, no!" She collapsed over
the desk, her whole body in the most terrible agony.

"Suit yourself," said George, and he laughed as he laid the whip
into her arse again. "Keep it up, you lovely little slut. The more you
hold out, the better it is for me." And he let Cindy's screams die
down again. "I love whipping little cunts like you, because I get
whatever I want from them. And they beg me, all of them, they
beg me."

Cindy was reaching the limit of her endurance.

The whip had her arse burning red from the top to where it met her
thighs, and, with each new thrashing, the red got deeper and the
pain more unbearable. Then George was laughing as he whipped
her, that terrible laugh that told her he had her totally in his
command and could do what he liked to her.

She knew she would break soon, anything to stop the terrible
torture. He could even rip the expensive silk of her panties if he
wanted to.

"All right, all right!" she suddenly screamed. "You can do it." And
she fell back across the desk.

"Do what?" he asked pleasantly, and Cindy thrashed on the desk
again as he gave her another cut of the whip.

"Ohhhh, stop! You can take my, my, aaagghhh, my panties off!"
Cindy screamed as he continued his merciless whipping.

"But I can't take them off, slut," he said, casually throwing the
whip forward again and watching his captive writhe and scream
on the desk. "I've tied you up, stupid, so what will I have to do?"

"Ohhhh, aaaghhh! Oh, tear them off, tear them!" Cindy
screamed, trying to please her captor and stop the awful agony.
"Tear them off!"

"Oh, I see, that's better," said George, and the terrible whipping
stopped.

Cindy moaned with the relief, even though she knew her agony
and humiliation would go on for a long time yet. She felt his
hands running over her arse again and fresh bursts of pain ran
from the mashed, crimson flesh. Slowly his hands went inside the
hem of her panties again and gripped the thin silk.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked.

"Oh yes, yes," Cindy wept, the terror of the whip making her
agree.

"Very well," George said, and he slowly pulled.

His hand held the panties between her legs and they began to cut
into her upper thighs as he leaned back and the strain pulled at
her bound body. Inch by inch he went back and Cindy felt fresh
tears in her eyes. The elastic at her waist cracked first and she
gave a sob as the panties slipped down over her arse.

George still pulled, increasing the pressure until the material itself
began to give, ripping and breaking until one side gave way. That
got them away from her arse and cunt, but George didn't stop.
He wanted them off completely. With a sudden burst of
impatience he ripped the remaining material away from her legs.

Then Cindy's humiliation really started. She felt his fingers
running over the crack of her cunt. He caressed the luscious,
tangled hair of her cunt mound and slowly worked his way to
the tight entrance of her virgin cunt hole. Cindy gave another
scream as he pushed one finger into her throbbing cunt.

Never before had a man run his finger into Cindy's cunt. She
moaned with shame as she felt it work its way past her cunt lips
and into the entrance.

Geore took his time. Agonizingly, he worked the single finger in,
sliding it just a little and then stopping, working it around the
trembling walls of Cindy's cnt hole until she was moaning.

"Fuck me, you've got a tight little hole,' George said softly. "It's
gonna be a long hard fuck taking this."

Cindy moaned and tensed as his finger finally came into contact
with her tight cherry. George pushed slightly at it with his finger,
feeling it give a little.

"Oh, well, fuck me," he said. "I didn't expect to find anything
there." He pushed again, feeling Cindy's body roll and heave on
the desk top. "That makes it even more fun. Feel it, you little
cock-tease? It's about to be gone, history, outa here. Got that?"

Cindy gave a low scream as he pushed at her cherry again. "Oh,
no, please don't do that," she pleaded. "Please, have some
respect for a virgin, please."

George just laughed again and his finger played with the walls of
her cunt. "Oh, but I thought you wanted me to fuck you," he said,
his voice a single thread of awful menace. "In fact, you're gonna
beg me to take your cherry, aren't you?" And his hands stroked
Cindy's red, whipped arse.

Cindy almost fainted. She was faced with the most dreadful
choice. She either begged him to do the thing she hated most to
her, or she would get whipped again. The terrible mental agony
made her head spin.

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Synopsis: The adventures of a sexy librarian forced by a prevert.
LIBRARIAN IN BONDAGE

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy Mason liked this time of the day. It was just getting dark
and swirls of snow swept past the windows. It was almost time to
lock up the library and go home for the holiday weekend. She
paused by the histoncal section and peered down into the street.
All the office workers were streaming out for their cars, heading
for the bars and other strange attractions they went for. Cindy
gave a slight sneer of disapproval.

They were not her kind of people, most of them, definitely not
refined enough. And most of them thought of her as a stuck-up
bitch, she knew. Well, better to be stuck up than as disgusting as
most of them were. And the crude sexual jokes they cracked as
she passed in the corridor-they were the most disgusting of all.
She was probably the only person left in the building now.

She turned back to her desk. She had just a little bit of sorting to
do and she would go, but she had to be sure. As Head Librarian,
it was her duty to make sure everything went smoothly. That
meant she should probably check the upstairs part of the library,
not leave it to chance and the whim of Arnie the janitor when, and
if, he came in tomorrow.

He would probably be too drunk anyway. The only good thing
about him, in Cindy's opinion, was that he left her strictly alone,
didn't make any of those comments the other workers made.

Vainly Cindy posed in front of the full-length mirror on the wall.
She knew she was beautiful, with her long dark hair flowing down
to her shoulders and her soft face with its wide brown eyes and
full, sensual mouth. She also had a wonderful pair of legs, and
she knew that too, loved to show them to the best advantage,
show the men what they wanted and couldn't have.
But she was proudest of her tits, two swelling, full, melon-like
mounds that pushed the front of her tight blouses until it often
seemed they would burst. She stared at herself, knowing that
under the frilly white top, her nipples pushed against the nylon of
her bra, outlined clearly against the thin silk of her very expensive
blouse.

That blouse had been a gift, of course. She got many of those
from men who wanted to fuck her, use her for their disgusting
ends. But Cindy knew all about that, and they wouldn't get her
cunt. Her mother had been right, always telling her that you
didn't give anything to a man until you were married and then only
the minimum you had to to keep their disgusting lusts satisfied.
And then you had to be careful because they always tried to get
more than they needed.

"Just like your father, Cindy," her mother would say. "Always
wanting to, to use me. But I put a stop to that. It was a good thing
he ran off with that slut of a secretary of his, a good thing, very
good." Cindy's mother was certain of a great many things like
that.

Cindy was probably going over to see her mother on Sunday. Her
mother would like that. Perhaps, perhaps not. Cindy would have
to go to church first of course, and there would be so much to do.
But perhaps, if she found the time. Work took up so much of her
time she was very glad she had a long weekend to herself.

She sat down at her desk and pulled the pile of papers to her. In
the utter silence of the darkening evening there was only the
occasional thump from the old heating system as it cooled or
heated up against the stone walls.

As she worked, Cindy thought she heard the door behind her
open. It was strange. All the downstairs doors would be locked
and no member of the public could get in now.
She turned and the shadowy figure of a man stepped out from
behind one of the bookcases and walked toward her. Cindy gave
a slight scream and covered her mouth as she leaped to her feet.

"Hi, Cindy," said the man.

Cindy fell back into her chair with relief and a lot of anger.

"What are you doing here?" she almost shouted. "I said I never
wanted to see you again." She sat there, her tits heaving.

"Well now," said the man, coming up to her desk and sitting on it
with complete assurance. "I thought you'd be glad to see me. I'm
here to entertain you for the holiday weekend. Isn't that nice?"

"George," said Cindy, with rising anger. "I told you that you were
never to see or speak to me again. Your behavior last Saturday
night was disgusting and I won't be associated with an animal like
you. So please leave now and I won't call the police."

She stared up at the arrogant, tall lean man who had dated her
after appearing day after day at the library, sending her flowers,
and cards and all the other little romantic things that turn a
woman's head. And Cindy wasn't against romance. She had
always dreamed of her knight in shining armor who would take
her away from the mundane world and worship her in his
luxurious home, probably in Palm Springs.

But, of course, he had to be the perfect gentleman, and George
certainly wasn't that. He had seemed to be at first, picking her up,
taking her to a movie, then to dinner and back to her apartment.

She wasn't quite sure how he had talked his way inside. It wasn't
something she would normally allow, but he was there, talking
and suddenly seizing her, throwing her onto her sofa and running
his hands all over her struggling body.
He had torn the top of her dress before she had managed to
throw him off, and the whole incident had been utterly terrible,
and she had been hoping to forget it.

He had laughed as he got up that time, smiling sardonically down
at her. "I'll get you, bitch," he said. "I'll get into those white pants
of yours, and you'll beg me to fuck you when I do, you wait."

He had left then, and Cindy had gone to bed, shaking with anger
and shame.

Now he grinned and leaned in over the desk, the slight scent of
his aftershave wafting across to her. "Now. Cindy," he said
reproachfully, "how can you speak to me like that? Your pal,
George?" He spread his arms in the air and smiled. "Now we're
gonna have a good time all this long weekend, and maybe, when
the party's really going we'll call in some friends of mine and
really have a good time.'

"I don't know what you mean," said Cindy stiffly. "I will not be
seeing you this weekend, or at any time in the future, so please
leave. I have work to do." She pulled out the top sheet of paper
and studied it as if she understood what it was about. In truth, she
was shaking with anger.

George got up off the desk, drops of water sprinkling from his
raincoat. "Now, the way I see it is this, Cindy, my little slut," he
said, and Cindy almost jumped out of her chair at the words.

"You are all alone in this great big building. And you are. I
checked, and there won't be anybody in here again until Tuesday.
Now isn't that convenient? So we have the perfect time to get to
know each other and have a real good time. I brought food and
other things to help us along. Now how about it, how about giving
me a good time?"

Cindy looked up at the man as he stood close on the other side
of her desk.

He had taken his raincoat off and dropped it over a chair, and he
was standing there in a turtle-necked sweater and slacks,
grinning at her.

"Get out," she said.

"Now, now," said George, still grinning. "I shall have to take
sterner measures if you go on like this."

Cindy had had enough. She reached for the phone and started to
dial. There was a hum and then the line went dead. She looked
up to find George standing there with the end of the cord in his
hand. He had just yanked it out of the wall.

Cindy still wasn't afraid. She got up and looked at him. "You'll
have to pay for that," she said, and walked over to where the
other phone sat on the reception desk.

"Did I ever show you my skill with the whip?" asked George.

Cindy turned, startled. As she watched, George reached down
into his coat pocket and pulled out a single-stranded leather whip.
The handle was only about two feet long, and from there the
strand of braided bull hide reached another ten feet at least,
tapering and ending in tight knots of cotton.

"Here," he said, "hold that out." And he tossed her a cigarette.

Cindy was so startled she caught it. It was the first time in her life
she had held such a thing and she stared at the white cylinder, a
strange feeling of uncertainty rising in her.

"Hold it out," said George.
Cindy slowly held her arm out, the cigarette extended from her
thumb and forefinger. George got lazily to his feet, -cracked the
whip once above his head and suddenly lashed it out.

The thin end cracked nastily close to her hand and the cigarette
was cut neatly in two, and her fingers hadn't even been touched.

Cindy gasped and looked at George as if she had been hit,
herself.

"Want to see what else I do?" he said, and the whip cracked
again.

Cindy screamed and clutched at the top of her blouse. The whip
had neatly broken the top button off and the two halves had
parted, showing the top of her white bra and almost half her tits.

"Get out of here!" she yelled and, in sudden fear, she lunged for
the phone.

George lashed the whip out again and it curled round Cindy's
wrist. She screamed in horror, even though it hadn't hurt and
stared at the leather curled around her arm.

"Stop that!" she yelled, and then she staggered as he pulled in on
the whip and she was slowly dragged across the floor toward him.
"Stop it, George. I'll scream for help."

"Go ahead," he said, and gave another heave on the whip. "Make
my day," he added and laughed outrageously for some reason
Cindy couldn't understand.

"There's nobody here, my little cunt, nobody at all. Scream all you
want, though I must warn you, I get really pissed off with cunts
who scream too much."

Cindy was dragged in helplessly by her arm, until she was almost
face to face with him.

She panted and fear fought with her fury for supremacy. She
lashed out with her free hand, trying to slap his face, but his arm
was up and he gripped her wrist with contemptuous ease.

"Now why don't you give all that up?" he asked. "Why don't you
be a nice girl and open the rest of your blouse for me? I mean,
you've got the greatest pair of tits I've ever seen, and you keep
them all to yourself."

"I'd rather die first," Cindy spat at him and struggled to get her
arm free.

"Oh no, I don't think so," said George with an easy grin. "You just
think you'd rather die, but I never met a cunt yet who really
would."

"And stop calling me those things!" Cindy screamed, and
wrenched her arm free. "I'm leaving, I'm going to call the police."

"Oh, fine," said Georg and unwrapped the end of the whip from
her arm. "Fine, leave, let's see if you can."

Cindy stared at him for a moment, piling all the hatred she could
into the look, and then she turned, holding her blouse top
together and walked for the door.

She got about five yards before the whip cracked out and
wrapped around her ankle. She screamed as George jerked on it
and she fell to the floor, rolling helplessly as he pulled.

The whip jerked free and he stood over her, laughing. "Watch
this, cunt," he said.

The whip lashed out again and the next button of her blouse was
cut neatly away, exposing her bra totally and the swelling tit
mounds it held.

Cindy screamed and tried to get her arms up, but, before she
could the whip had lunged in again and she stared as she
watched the tip curl around the next button. and rip it off the
expensive silk.

"Leave me alone!" she screamed, now really frightened. She had
fallen into the hands of a monster, and there was no saying what
he might do to her. She rolled violently onto her stomach and
tried to hide her wonderful tits against the carpet.

"Turn over," said George, but Cindy screamed and hid her face in
the floor, the fear growing in her. "I said, turn over," he repeated,
but Cindy just sobbed and held her tits, trying to protect them.

George flicked the whip out almost casually and it cut into the
front of her thighs, sending terrible waves of agony into her whole
body as the red line spread across her flesh. "Get up," he said.

Suddenly Cindy was weeping as she struggled to her feet, pulling
her short dress down over her thighs. She regretted dressing like
this now.

In civilized countries men would respect her, but here she was
being treated like a common whore. It was disgusting and she
was going to the police the moment she got out of here.

"Now," said George, leaning back against the desk and looking
his captive over. "Take your hands down."

Slowly Cindy let her hands fall away from her tits, protected as
they were only by her bra now.

"That's better," said George. "You know, you've got the best body
I've seen, and you don't use it. Well, now we're going to teach
you how to use it, aren't we?"

"Please, leave me alone," Cindy whispered, staring at the floor,
unable to bear his gaze as he stared at her helpless body.

"Why don't you take that blouse off?" said George, and he
grinned, running the whip through his expert fingers.

"No, no, you won't make me do that, no," Cindy moaned.

"I said take it off," said George, and flicked the end of the whip.
"No, no, that's perverted, it's . wicked, it's . . "Cindy gave up,
struggling for words.

"Very well," said George. He leaned back, flicking the whip in
again, cutting the last button away.

This one was so close to Cindy's skin that the tip of the whip cut
into her stomach. More pain erupted and she doubled up,
sobbing and screaming as she held herself.

"Stand up, you slut," said George, and Cindy managed to get
upright again, staring at him, her vision blurred with tears. "Now
take it off."

Fear almost choked Cindy as she reached up and slowly pulled
the top of her blouse apart. It slid down her arms, as she
trembled and turned away from the terrible stare of lust he was
giving her. Fumbling with the wrist buttons, she wept again and
hurried as he grunted with impatience and fingered the whip.

Finally it was off and she carefully laid it over the back of a chair.

"Put your hands behind your back," George commanded.
Cindy did as she was told, her tits only protected now by her bra,
and the top of the tiny slip she wore, that was cut even lower than
the bra. With the bra off, the slip would be no protection at all.

George stared at her, running his eyes over the luscious curves
of her tits. They heaved with emotion as the young woman
trembled and the tears ran down her soft cheeks.

"Very nice," said George. "I can't wait to get my hands on them,
but I will." He laughed gleefully. "After all, this is the first time and
we wouldn't want to hurry it, would we?" And he grinned again.
"Now the skirt, too." "Oh no, don't make me do that, no!" Cindy
screamed as she covered her tits again.

The whip lashed out again and George made it curl around her
body and cut into her arse. She still had her skirt on, and under it
were her panties and the very bottom of her slip, but it was as if
they were no protection at all.

The pain shot up into her back and Cindy screamed and clutched
at her burning arse cheeks. But he swept the whip again and it cut
into her stomach again, just below her ribs. Cindy's screams
echoed around the empty room and she doubled up, trying to
hide from the whip.

"Now, how about taking off your skirt?" George asked as if it were
the most reasonable request in the world.

"All right, all right, I will, just don't whip me again, please," Cindy
sobbed and slowly got up to face him.

He was grinning at her helplessness. With her hands trembling,
Cindy felt for the buckle of her wide belt and pulled it open. As he
watched, she reached back and unzipped the skirt, and then,
weeping at the terrible humiliation, she slid the skirt over her hips
and tight, swelling arse and dropped it to the floor.
"Oh yeahhh," George breathed. "Oh yeahhh, that's good." He
paused and looked at her. "Take the bra off, too."

Cindy choked with fear, but the memory of the whip was too
recent for her to forget. Her fingers almost wouldn't do as she told
them to as she reached up and pulled at the clasp at the center
of her bra. It stood out from her deep cleavage with the force of
the twin tit mounds that thrust all their force against it and, when
she did get it off, popped open very suddenly.

Cindy slowly slid the straps down her arms. She had to take the
slip straps down and slide them back up to her shoulders, but he
didn't seem to mind that. He just looked and grinned as she stood
there.

"Oh yeahhh," he repeated.

Her rising, luscious tits stood out proudly above the top of her tiny
white slip. The lacy top just held the lower curves of the fleshy
tits, pushing them forward just enough to show them to best
advantage. And the slip just covered her arse cheeks, leaving that
tantalizing show of soft flesh between her stocking tops and the
hem of the slip.

Just below it, there was the hint of her transparent white panties
and the dark mound of cunt hair they barely concealed. Below
that, her long, shapely legs reached down to the high stilleto heeled sandals
that she always wore.

Cindy knew very well what the high heels and tight slip did for her
body. She had studied herself many times in the privacy of her
apartment, but never had she stood with a lascivious, animal of a
man looking her over.

"Ohhhh, boy, did I make the right plans," said George, slowly
comIng off the desk and walking to the terrified librarian.
He reached out slowly and slid the top of her slip even farther
down. As Cindy moaned and pleaded with him to stop, he took
one of her proud thick nipples in his fingers and played with it, slowly
twisting the stiff flesh until it hurt.

"There's a bet on here," he said, "that you're such a little cock-
tease, you can't possibly be a virgin. And I'm gonna find out."

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