Patrick came back and Annabelle's horror got worse. He carried a metal-studded black collar with a long chain attached. In his other hand was a thin wooden rod, about four feet long and so thin it trembled as his hand moved.
Antony twisted Zoe's arms behind her back as Patrick got nearer. She kicked out at him, but he slipped the clumsy blow easily.
"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.