Annabelle reached through, tried to grab his hands and stop him. Swiftly he caught her wrists, then held both of them in one of his hands as he leaned in a bit and caressed Annabelle's horrified face.

"Do you know what I'll do if you try that again?" he asked.

Annabelle stared at his handsome face from her upside-down view. The blood was rushing to her face and she could see that her skirt had ridden up, almost to the tops of her stockings.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

He slapped her across the face, hard, his palms lashing into her cheek.

Annabelle was too stunned to react. She reached for her cheek as he let her wrists go and caressed the painful tingling there. Tears filled her eyes, but she just stayed where she was as Kirby lashed her other ankle to the far side of the apparatus. Then he stepped back.

Annabelle knew how she looked. Her lovely shapely legs were stretched wide apart, her skirt well up her thighs. Her ass stuck up high in the air on the bar, the perfect target. And her face was pulled way down, almost to the floor by the chain from the collar. She gasped a little as she struggled with it.

Suddenly there was Zoe above her, holding Patrick by his cock as she grinned down at the bound librarian. She had stripped Patrick and he stood there with his thick cock-rod sticking out like a flagpole.

"See this?" Zoe cooed, dropping to her knees and caressing the massive fucker. "This is a cock. Men stick them up your hole and they shoot lots of thick creamy cum. We're gonna show you how to treat a cock right, how to look after it properly. Like this."

With a low gasp of lust, Zoe sank her sensual lips around the swollen cock-shaft and began sucking on it gently.

Patrick groaned and ran his hands through Zoe's hair, his cock thrusting hard at her soft mouth.