"Told you," he gasped, his rapidly hardening boner swelling in Alda's mouth and skillful hands.

"Mmmm," Alda purred, licking his swollen cockhead. "So, you can have me when you want, big boy; you gonna fuck me raw?"

"You bet," he gasped and his cock gave another heave in her mouth.

"You better," Alda whispered, sinking her mouth down on the length of his prick, until Gillian saw her throat swell as she took his cockhead right in.

Gillian shivered at the horrible sight. She turned away, her eyes pouring tears. But Dean was there, on the other side of the table, and Rose was beside her; both of them looking at her with horrible lust in their eyes.

"So," Dean said. "How about that dress?"

Gillian could see the whip in Rose's hand and she knew she had to obey. Sniveling, she reached up and fumbled for the zipper at the back of her long dumpy dress.

The only sound in the room was the moaning that came from the young cook, as Alda's mouth sucked the last full inch of hardness back into his cock.

Gillian found the zipper and ran it down to the small of her back, losing her grip several times. She slowly eased the dress down her arms, revealing her bra.

It was only when she had her dress around her waist, that she realized that she had to take it off over her head, since her legs were still bound and spread. She sobbed, and pulled it up again, but still nobody tried to help her. Struggling almost painfully, she managed to pull the garment over her head and drop it on the floor. She felt naked under their horrible gazes, even though she still had her slip, bra, panties, and pantyhose on.

"Now the slip," Dean said.

Gillian choked and gave a deep sob. "Please, don't make me – aaaghghhh!"

She leaped and jerked helplessly, her hands going to protect her ass as the whip pulled away, leaving a curling line on her slip and another red welt on her ass flesh.