"Oh no," he said, "you'll beg for everything we do, you just wait."

Annabelle didn't really understand the threat, but it made her shiver with another burst of unholy terror.

"Come on," Zoe said, running her hands over her thighs. "Get her on the fuckin' thing, I wanna get laid."

She went over to Patrick and slid onto his knee, casing her short dress up and spreading her legs. She nuzzled his chest and slowly opened the buttons of his shirt.

"Oooohhh, baby, finger-fuck me while they tie that bitch up." She spread her thighs wider and Patrick slowly worked his hands above her stocking tops and to the wet crotch of her panties. Grinning at her as she peeled his shirt away, he slid his finger inside the sopping wet briefs and caressed Zoe's throbbing little cunt.

Annabelle shivered with terror as Lee came up and took her from Kirby, holding her arms tightly behind her back. Kirby smiled and played with the top button of her blouse as he smiled at her.

"No, let me go, let me go!" Annabelle screamed, struggling against Lee as he pulled her elbows tighter together in the small of her back.

"Oh, don't worry," he said, "I won't touch you until you beg me to."

He laughed and went into the other room. Desperation filled Annabelle, she knew what was in there. She broke into sobs, struggling, tearing at the iron hands that held her.

"I'll report you!" she screamed. "This is rape!"

"Shut up," Hilary said easily, swinging off her chair and walking over, her hips swaying. "You're far too valuable to leave in that fucking library. Fuck, you've got a body on you that gives any decent man a hard-on just to look at you, and you're gonna learn how to use it. We're going to teach you what you've been missing."

"No!" Annabelle screamed, but it wasn't directed at Hilary. She had seen what Kirby held in his hand as he entered the room. The whip was different from the one Patrick had used on Zoe – a leather-handled cat, with many long, thin, knotted tails to it. It swung from his hand as he walked. But the collar was the same, a studded, wide leather collar that filled Annabelle with even more fear than before.