"Tut, tut," he said as he slid the collar around Zoe's neck. "You'll have to do a lot to make up for that."
"Fuck the lot of you!" Zoe spat.
"You will, baby, you will," Patrick said with a grin as he tightened the collar around Zoe's neck. He stuck two fingers under it and grinned at Zoe. "Want to make sure you can breathe."
"Fuck you, and your big cock," Zoe said. "You won't make me beg for it, you shitheap."
Her young eyes were alight with what Annabelle thought was fury and fear, but there was a terrible, deep longing in her voice that even the innocent librarian could hear.
Antony hustled Zoe forward, pushing her face down over the bar.
"Fuck off you cunts!" Zoe screamed, her legs locking. Her short dress rode up over her thighs, showing the tops of her stockings, revealing even more of her shapely legs in the black mesh.
Annabelle took a horrified glance around. Antony had taken the chain from Zoe's collar and was lashing it around the base of the apparatus, chaining his daughter down. At the same time, Patrick was lashing Zoe's leg to the support of the bar she was bent over. That was horrible enough, but nobody was doing anything to help the girl. Kirby and Lee were watching with big grins on their faces and Annabelle gulped and wanted to scream as she saw the massive bulge in the front of Kirby's pants.
Annabelle knew about men's cocks and what they could do to innocent girls. That one shameful time she had given in and let a man ram that thing into her pussy. She shuddered at the memory of the three or four frantic thrusts and the jerking cock as it spurted white goo inside her pussy. He said he wanted to marry her, but she threw him out and sobbed all night.
"That's good," Patrick said as he straightened up. He walked back to the table where he had laid the cane and picked it up. Tapping it in his hand he walked back to the struggling girl over the bar.
Zoe was helpless. Both her legs were bound to the sides of the apparatus, forcing her lovely young legs wide open. The leash on the collar pulled her head down hard, so that her waist was rammed tightly into the bar, thrusting her shapely ass-cheeks upward, the curves of the white flesh just hidden by the hem of the short dress. She yelled and cursed, her hands pulling at the leash, but she couldn't untie it.
"Oooh, I love this bit," Patrick said cheerfully, his face flushed under his fair hair. Very slowly he slid his hand up the backs of Zoe's legs.
"You shit, cut that out!" she yelled, her hands reaching for his, trying to push them away.
"Now, now," he chided, "you wouldn't want me to tie your arms too, would you? So be a good girl and put them down."
Annabelle didn't understand why this threat was so potent, but Zoe took her hands away and let Patrick do as he liked.
He slid the hem of the dress higher, up over the cheeks of Zoe's ass, revealing the creamy flesh and the black lines of her lacy suspender straps.
"Fuck you, get your filthy hands off me, shitheap!" Zoe yelled, her ass jerking around as his hands worked slowly over it.
"Really, your language," Patrick said. He ran his hands over Zoe's curving ass-cheeks, caressing her skin-tight and semi-transparent white panties. "I think I'll leave these on. It makes it more fun."
"Go fuck a donkey!" Zoe snarled, her assflesh trembling under his hand. Her dark pussymound was clearly visible through the crotch of the briefs and, over her pussy, there was already a damp spot, spreading slowly over the thin material.
"Please, please, let me go," Annabelle whispered to Kirby. "I don't like this, please."
"Don't be a fool." He grinned. "After all our work to get you here, you think we're gonna let you go?"
He turned and grinned at the horrified librarian.
"I got the hots for you the moment I saw you, and I'm gonna have you as much as I want. That's what Antony and Hilary do for their friends. Aren't they great?"
Horrified more deeply than she had ever thought possible, Annabelle dropped back in the chair and almost fainted. Then she struggled to get up, but Kirby and Lee held her quickly.
"If you move again, I'll tie you to the chair," Kirby said.
Annabelle dropped back, her chest heaving with despair. She lay there, trying desperately to think of a way out of this horror.
Patrick laid the cane across Zoe's tight asscheeks. She hissed at him and snarled, her luscious, pouting mouth twisted with hatred and passion.
Annabelle watched in desperation as the cane went up into the air and hovered there a moment. Then it swept down and landed right across Zoe's ass.
The sharp sound rang around the room. Zoe heaved against the bar, screaming, her hips jumping, her legs straining against the bonds.
"Fuck you, you jerk!" she yelled as a thin red line appeared on the white flesh that showed around her tiny white panties.
The cane lashed in again and Annabelle saw how it beat a line into the panties as it whipped Zoe's ass. Even through the briefs the red line of pain was visible, spreading as another hard blow lashed into the bound girl.
"You ready to clear the table?" Patrick asked.
"Aaaggbbh! Fuck off!" Zoe screamed, her body tossing on the bar, her ass jerking to a beat that went faster and harder with each lash of the cane.
"Good," Patrick said, whipping her again, laying the cane into Zoe's ass with harder strokes, beating lines of agony into her flesh under the tiny panties.
Annabelle watched in rising terror. She had fallen into a den of the worst sadists in the world and she couldn't think of a way out. Kirby and Lee were behind her, trapping her against the table, where she was forced to watch the awful punishment.
Then Annabelle saw something she didn't believe.
As she screamed and struggled, the cane lashing into her ass every second, Zoe let go of the chain and ran her hands desperately down her body. With a rising moan and scream of lust she slid her fingers into her panties, caressing her cunt, rubbing her pussy to the frantic beat of the cane. Her screams got deeper, more guttural as she struggled. Her ass beat upward as the cane came down, jerking in undisguised lust as it whipped her. And she wasn't screaming the same way either.
"Aaagggghhhh, yessss!" the bound girl screeched, her fingers blurring on her clit. "Whip me, fucker, whip me, make me come! Whip me! Hurt me, fucker, whip meeeee!"
Her body began to jump and heave faster than the whip landed, her fingers digging deep into her pussy.
"Yeahhhhh! Come on, do it! Do it, do iiittt!" With a sudden jerk she climaxed, her body thrashing against the bar as the cane lashed her red-lined ass, fraying her panties a little more with each stroke. "Yess, I'll clear the table! Ooohhhh, promise you'll fuck me, Patrick, promise, you know how I need it!"
She collapsed against the bar, gasping and sobbing, still shamelessly rubbing her pussy, Patrick stopped the cane. He put it on the chair and ran his hands over Zoe's whipped ass for a few moments, making her moan with new arousal. There was utter silence in the room as he untied the young girl. Zoe got up and immediately clung to Patrick, sliding her shapely thighs up his leg, moaning and pawing at him.
"Oooh, come on, Patrick!" she gasped. "Fuck me, please, I want it so bad!"
"Clear the table! Then we'll discuss it." He unzipped the chain, but left the collar on.
"Uuurrgghhh, you beast!" Zoe moaned. She slowly pulled away from him and straightened her dress, puffing the hem back down over her whipped ass.
Nobody moved as Zoe cleared the table. Her face was flushed, her sulky mouth trembling with suppressed desire. She flicked her tongue out frequently to moisten her ups, and made a point of rubbing her pussy against the table edge as she leaned in to pick up some of the dishes. The atmosphere in the room was electric, but nobody looked directly at Annabelle.