"Okay, put 'er down."
Vickie felt herself lowered to the floor. Never before had she felt so like an animal cornered for some scientific experiment!
"Let's put 'er up in the arch."
Vickie looked around at what she guessed originally was a recreation room. It had been turned into some kind of dungeon, complete with pulleys, racks and chains attached to eyescrews in the low ceiling. The tiled floor appeared as if it had been recently cleaned. Blood? Cum? Vickie shuddered as she thought over the possibilities.
"Okay, up, baby."
The blonde teen turned and saw a strange looking device pushed into one corner of the basement room. Behind her she heard several of the frat brothers hauling down another case of beer. They swore at one another, stumbling over the steep stairs.
"Please, don't… oh, God." She was going to beg them not to hurt her. But what was the use? They enjoyed hearing her beg, enjoyed watching her grovel in front of them. If nothing else, her pleas encouraged them, made them angrier, more eager to crush her into the dirt.
Vickie moved toward the large wooden frame in front of her. It was constructed of sturdy wood with a broad support at its base. At first it appeared to be a dislocated doorframe held erect by a square base and further supported by two pieces of wood nailed to the base. Then Vickie saw several large eyescrews securely fastened at the top, on the sides and in the base. It was a vertical torture rack similar to those used in the Middle Ages!
She watched as Scott and one of the other frat brothers pulled several pulley devices from shelves built alongside the arch. Then they pulled what appeared to be a horse's harness from the top shelf and dangled it threateningly in front of her.
"Hey, Paul, help 'er slip into it."
"C'mon, honey. It's not all that hard to figure out," the young man said, holding the top leather strap loosely in his right hand. Vickie's eyes widened. They were going to slip her into that thing? Oh, yes, yes, they were going to make her wear that grotesque device, then hang her up in the arch and do what they pleased to her.
"Oh, God," she moaned, turning her face away as Paul unhooked the two bottom leather straps attached to a thicker waist support and slipped them under her crotch. Vickie shivered. The black leather was cold against her white flesh. Paul rebuckled the straps, tightening them until they gathered up some of the girl's flesh. Two straps attached to the top of the waistbelt were pulled tightly against her tits, the edges cutting into her stiffening nipples. The young woman wondered at her strange reaction to the leather. She'd never worn any leather before. But its smell and feel aroused her.
As Paul passed the straps over her shoulders and hooked them to the back of the waistbelt, tightening them to ensure a secure, snug fit, Vickie watched Scott and his friends attach two double pulley devices to two top eyescrews. Glancing down at her shoulders she saw two metal rings attached to her shoulder straps.
"Get 'er up. She's kinds slow right now. Probably thinking about what we're gonna do to her," Paul said.
Scott and the others grabbed the girl and led her to the arch, turning her around so she faced them. Fastening the pulleys to her shoulder rings, the boys pulled on two ropes attached to the top pulleys, hauling her off the floor and leaving her dangling and twisting from the headboard of the arch.
"Unnghhh!"
Vickie felt the aching pull of the straps on her shoulders and belly. The tension created by her dangling body made it difficult for her to breathe. And those leather straps cutting into her pussy-slit were drawing more and more cunt-juice from the depths of her snatch. She could feel the leather getting wet and hot, slipping into her twat like two double-edged knives. They slid teasingly over her pussy-meat, pulling her outer lips apart, peeling back her smaller inner cunt-lips.
"Warm up her ass, Scott."
Vickie twisted her head around in time to see the tall frat brother pull a long rectangular paddle from the second shelf behind her. He smiled, drew his arm back, then let the hard rubber paddle fly against her ass.
"Ahhhhhh!" Vickie cried. Her tits jiggled against the shoulder and chest straps while her asscheeks reddened from the force of the blow. The young blonde moaned, her body twisting from left to right. The crotch straps bit deeper into her snatch. Oh, God, when would it end?
Scott slapped her ass again and again with the paddle, making her body jerk and snap from side to side while her asscheeks jiggled and bounced. The heat from her ass radiated to all parts of her body, making her nipples stand out and twitch while her cunt-lips actually swelled up and started moving around the edges of the juice-slicked leather straps.
Thwack!
"Ahhhhhh!"
Vickie closed her eyes, feeling more tears roll down her cheeks. The vicious strokes came faster now. Her buttocks were glowing red. Soon there was a numbness that settled over her ass. It was true, then, what she heard about beatings. Gradually, the body became used to the abuse and stopped sending out pain signals. Now, the only strong sensation she could feel was the odd hot, itchy feeling in her crotch.
"Shit, my fuckin' arm's tired," Scott said, throwing the paddle down onto the floor. "Let's butt-fuck the bitch."
Vickie could only moan. She probably wouldn't be able to feel a thing. They could drive nails in her an and she wouldn't even flinch!
"Hey, down, man!"
Vickie opened her eyes and saw Ranger prancing around.
"Yeah, you'll get a shot at her again," Paul said, bending down and pulling the barking animal away from the young girl.
"Let's see her dance."
Vickie pulled her head up and opened her eyes. She was exhausted, drained of all her strength. Her asscheeks burned with the dark welts Scott's savage beating had raised. She felt the straps of the harness chafing her flesh. There was more movement around her. Hands grabbed her wrists, pulled them to either side of the arch and slipped them into leather restraints. There was the sound of metal snapping. She was stretched out even farther on this vertical rack, completely helpless.
"Please, please, ahhhhhhh!"
Scott had wedged one end of the paddle into her asscrack, pushing the sharp edge hard against her asshole. The young woman kicked out at her tormentor, her body swinging around less now that her wrists were fastened to the sides of the arch.
Two of Scott's friends grabbed her legs, holding them tightly together until Paul pulled out two iron cuffs from the shelf, opened them, then snapped them shut around the girl's ankles. These two were tightly fastened to two eyescrews near the bottom of the arch. Vickie was now tightly restrained, unable to make a move except twist her head around.
Scott ran his fingers up and down the girl's back, squeezing her injured buttocks hard, crushing the welts until Vickie was screaming for him to stop. She felt her brain spinning around. Oh, God, why couldn't she pass out? Why couldn't she lose consciousness and escape the horrors to come?
"Flip 'er over."
What did he mean? Vickie jerked her head to one side and saw two of the frat brothers walk up to the arch, pull out two sticks of wood, then grab the top of the device. She felt her body pitching forward, arching toward the floor while her feet slid backward. The rack was movable! They were going to turn her upside down.
Vickie cried out, jerking her arms desperately, trying to free her legs while the rack revolved around. They left her parallel to the floor for a while, her huge tits hanging down like two milky hard-tipped udders.