But Bud didn't laugh in reply. He was staring, fascinated, at Vicki's face, contorted grotesquely with pain. Then he gloried in the sight of her writhing, clenching asshole with the length of chain protruding from her ass pucker.
His cock jerked and throbbed, dripping a huge amount of clear, slimy pre-cum. He changed his mind about letting the others have her.
"Though you were better than me, huh, bitch?" He jammed another link up her ass, and she stiffened immediately, the pain so unbearable that it froze her in place. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as wave after wave of agony engulfed her.
This is it, she thought. I'm gonna die now. I'm gonna die for sure. She swallowed with difficulty, and even that slight movement caused jolts of electric-like pain to travel from her shitter up her spine.
"Think your shit don't stink, huh, Vicki? Still think you're hot shit? Fuck you!" he rasped, then fucked two more links up her tortured asshole.
He smiled with satisfaction as he watched the blood drain from her face, as he saw her swoon then come back to painful consciousness once again.
"I'm ready to fuck you now, you stupid little cunt. Ready to fuck you!" He delighted in the fact that the others were watching, that they would get tuned on and then, when he was finished, would take their turns fucking the bitch, using whatever special equipment appealed to them.
Vicki lay stiff and chalk-white, the cruel, sharp pains streaking up her ass and spine whenever she made the slightest movement. The hard, cold metal fucked up her shitter gave her a feeling of urgency – as if she would lose control and shit all over the bed at any moment. Her lip trembled as Bud mounted her, aiming his cock at her dry, contracted cunt.
His cock head was spewing pre-cum, providing enough lube for him to fuck into her little pussy with little difficulty.
Vicki merely grunted when she felt his thick rubbery prick head, invade her fuck hole. Otherwise, she showed no reaction, trying desperately not to move, not to grind the torturing chain around in her ass canal. Bud eased forward until his entire cock shaft was embedded in her cunt.
"Aaaaaaah! That's fuckin' good, you little cunt! Real nice. Now move that ass! Move it!" He slapped her across her tits, and she bucked involuntarily.
The torment in her ass increased, but he kept fucking her, hitting her, goading her on. And she had to move, the pain increasing, the heat rising.
"Uuuuuunnngh! Unnngh!" she grunted as he fucked his prick in, then withdrew, over and over. He slapped her tits repeatedly with the back of his hand, tearing into her in a rhythmic pattern so she knew exactly when the slap was coming. The slap was always followed by a lunge of his prick and a tearing, searing sensation in her ass.
On and on the fucking and slapping went until Vicki fell into the rhythm of it, purposely humping up so she could feel the grinding hurt of the metal and the lash of his cock. Then she would fall back as his prick withdrew and the pressure lightened.
She didn't think, only reacted. The pain, the pressure, the withdrawal and release began to melt into one overwhelming sensation – a sensation that was building and building.
The fucking tempo increased as Bud fucked into her cunt mercilessly, slapping her flanks. Every once in a while, he would twist the end of the chain that protruded from her battered ass, intensifying the gripping spasms in her cunt and bowels.
"Uuuuungh-un-uuuuuuungh!" she grunted, following his lead, sensing the right moves to make, rolling back and forth, rattling the chains, approaching a wild state of delirium.
Bud felt the tell-tale churning in her cunt. Her pussy walls grasped his enormous cock and milked his prick shaft, exerting intense pressure on his fucker. Huge amounts of cunt cream now lubricated her cunt tunnel and dripped dawn the root of his cock to his groin. She was close, he knew – very close.
"Give it to her! Knock the shit out of her! Fuck that stuck-up bitch!" Lana was gasping aver and over as she passionately finger fucked herself.
But Bud held on, waiting for exactly the right moment. Having come earlier, he was able to control his own release, putting it off till he had completely humiliated her, made her feel the pleasure of his cock, and, at the same time, realize the depth of her own depravity, realize that she was just like the rest of them – an animal, a sweaty, lust-filled animal.
"Aaaaarrrgh! Shit!" she groaned, thrashing from side to side on the bed.
Bud's cock swelled even bigger, and his ball sac tightened even more around his cum-laden balls. Now is the time, he thought. Now is the time.
Vicki was out of her mind, caught up in the fuck rhythm, overtaken by the mind-boggling blend of pain and pleasure that gripped her body. She was not consciously aware of the astounding orgasm that was beginning to burst through her flesh.
"Aaaaaaagh! Nooooooo!" she screeched as she began to go over the edge.
Bud felt his balls contract. His hot jizz was traveling up the core of his cock shaft at precisely the same instant as she wailed with the onset of her climax. As a thick, oily wad of cum jetted out of his piss slit, he reached down and began to yank the chain out of Vicki's ass.
"Aaaaaargh! Eeeeeeggggh!" she shrieked, blasts of bright color exploding behind her eyes, intense bursts of heat, pleasure, pain and release converging on her all at once.
Bud had never been so excited in his life. He kept shooting hot jizz up Vicki's spasming pussy, slapping her tits with one hand, grasping the shit-caked chain with the other.
When his climax had at last subsided, he looked down at the battered prom queen and smiled with deep satisfaction.
She had said nothing to him, but defeat was written across her face and her limp body.
He had made her do unspeakable things, had invaded and degraded every inch of her body. And she hated herself; she wanted to die. This much he knew. He also knew he had given her the most fabulous orgasm of her life.
He got up off her, the chain still in his hand. "She's all yours," he said to the others. "I'm hungry." With that, he headed toward the kitchen.
Spike already had the pliers ready. He had had to wait feverishly as Bud went against the plan and fucked the girl's cunt. Now he was more than ready to vent his passion. He mounted the semi-conscious girl immediately, fucking his prick into her reamed-out ass. Then he leaned forward, clamped the pliers around her swollen pink nipple, and began to twist hard.
She screamed in pain, and Spike smiled and sighed, fucking his cock deep in her ass. For nearly twenty minutes, he fucked in, then withdrew, applying the steady, excruciating pressure of the pliers to each tit in turn.
Slowly, Vicki became numbed to the pain. When he finally shot his load up her ass and removed the pliers from her tits, he demanded that she lick his ass and tell him how good it tasted, how much she worshipped and adored him.
She did exactly as he demanded, so broken down, so racked with pain that she knuckled under to all of his demands.
For another hour and a half they tormented her. They fucked a wine bottle up her cunt, screwing it around unmercifully. Then Mike fucked her mouth hard, pulling her hair and bruising her lips.
And Lana who had waited patiently while the boys raped and ravaged the girl, provided the finishing touch. She brought out the scissors she had used previously and methodically clipped away the luxurious red locks that had contributed so much to Vicki's beauty.
Vicki wailed and blubbered as she felt the snip, snip, snip of the scissors, felt the fine wisps of her silky hair float down her back and over her tits.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her girlfriends whispered behind her back. The boys leered at her more openly now. And even her parents' friends treated her differently. They were constantly giving her pitying looks, talking to her in subdued tones. At first, she hated it, but then it began to amuse her.