"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.

For her part, Annabelle kept her face down all the time, trying to think of some way out of the horror. Finally it was done, even the table cloth had been taken off, revealing the polished wooden surface underneath.

Zoe stood by her mother, her legs spread wide, her hand up, under her dress, rubbing her hot little cunt.

"You really are the most disgustingly horny bitch I ever saw," said Hilary softly. "But I suppose, with your father and me as models, well…"

She spread her hands and smiled and there was a ripple of laughter around the table.

"Are you ready now?" Hilary asked.

"You bet," Kirby said.

"Great," Hilary said. "I think it's time to ask our guest to get up on the table and take her clothes off for us, how about that?"

Annabelle screamed with fear and the men yelled with delight, all of them turning to look at her.

"No, don't be stupid, let me go!" Annabelle gasped as she tried to stand up again.

Instantly Kirby grabbed her and twisted her to face him.

"I told you," he said softly, holding her chin, "you're gonna stay and fuck me. And a lot of other people."

"You won't do that!" Annabelle gasped. "That's illegal, I'll see you all in prison if you rape me!"