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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