"Ahhhhhyeee!"
Vickie threw her head back, her tits bouncing from the impact.
"You're all crazy! Let her go! Let us go!" Shari screamed, tears rolling down her face.
"Shut up, or you'll be feeling the whip," Scott barked, keeping his eyes fastened on the blonde twisting in front of him. The young man smiled grimly at her. He looked as if he were about to say something. Then suddenly he twisted his lips into a sick smile and slashed an "X" across her lower belly.
Vickie grunted, drawing her legs up and swinging on her chains. She thought her arms would come out of their sockets. The muscles under her navel knotted up with tension.
Quickly, Scott struck the crop just under her right kneecap. Vickie's leg jerked up. The young man grabbed it, pulling her away from the wall, then flinging her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Vickie screamed out with agony. She slammed against the wall, striking the cold, scratchy concrete blocks with her hipbone. She rebounded, swaying like a pendulum. Her long blonde hair splashed across her face. Vickie looked around like a madwoman, her eyes rolling around and unable to fix on any stable object. Her mind was a riot of sensations and emotions.
"Get that ass warmed up again… just like we did with the paddles."
Scott reached around and twisted her body, flinging her back against the wall. Her forehead, tits and knees struck the concrete. Vickie struggled to get her toes on the floor. But the twisting had shortened the chain, hoisting her body just a few inches above the cold tiles.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Scott was going wild behind her. He flogged the backs of her knees, her thighs, then finally beat at her asscheeks. The screaming blonde tightened her arm muscles, trying to climb the wall, trying anything to get away from the tearing agony of that lashing crop. She could feel her asscheeks jiggling and rolling from the force of the savage blows. They crisscrossed over her ass, leaving large dark welts where the leather crop landed. Vickie could hear Scott's uneven breath. She closed her eyes and imagined his hard cock growing hot and thick as he drove that weapon more furiously against her white, helpless body.
Vickie's ass now felt as if it were on fire. The blazing pain in her ass radiated out to her cunt. Juice ran down from her cuntal mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop had bitten into her. Vickie yelped for Scott to stop. But her pleas, as she well knew by now, were only gasoline to his fiery desire. What awful thing was left for him to do?
As she hung there whipped and tied, the blonde teenager prayed once more to lose consciousness. The pain, mixing with her wild lust, had almost become overwhelming.
CHAPTER TEN
The stripes across her ass hurt Vickie terribly. Scott concentrated on lashing her an. But nothing on her naked, twisting body was safe. The groaning blonde thought of a piece of beef hanging on a hook. That's all she was to these men. She swung on the shackles, her toes and knees bruising against the wall. Feeling complete despair, Vickie let herself dangle, her head falling back.
"You'll kill her!" Shari screamed, tugging at the ropes holding her high above the ground.
Scott ignored the plea. With a slashing stroke, the big man brought the crop down the valley of her asscheeks. The tip of the weapon bruised the sensitive flesh of her shitter. Vickie stiffened, crawling halfway up the wall while her head snapped from side to side. Oh, God, this was going too far. Scott was really going to kill her. The young woman could hear Shari still screaming at the men to stop what they were doing.
"Nooooo!" Vickie shrieked, the tendons sticking out against her flesh. She jerked convulsively on the chains. A flood of cunt-juice rushed from her pussy. The impact, of that riding crop just above her clit sent a shower of sexual sparks into her cunt.
Scott only laughed behind her. He knew the more pain he gave her the hotter sexually she became. Vickie was tossing in a whirlwind of her own lust. Shari couldn't know just how much her friend was actually enjoying this horror.
"Unnnghh!" Vickie moaned, feeling the pain lessen somewhat. She shoved her ass back, trying to get away from the blunt end of the crop pushing against her. Scott was working the handle against the bruised asshole-lips, laughing louder as he watched her jerk her knees up to her belly and wiggle her butt.
"Maybe you want this in your cunt?" Scott asked, sliding the crop handle up and inch or two. The tip of that weapon was shoved roughly into her pussy mouth. It forced the wet, moist flesh open. Vickie snapped her head from side to side. She felt the instant clenching of her cunt-muscles around the weapon. Scott wiggled the crop, shoving it in, pulling it back, moving it around in wide circles as the blonde teenager alternately relaxed, then tensed and jerked like a crazed puppet.
Then Scott tore the crop away from her cunt. Vickie's legs jerked apart when she felt him shoving the blunt handle of that weapon against her bruised asshole. She clawed upward, her arms knotting with muscles tense from the ordeal. Her knees and tits scraped painfully against the cinder blocks. A strange fire started in the rim of her asshole as the big man moved the crop in and out. Slowly Vickie's hips went back, offering more of her ass to him.
"See, Shari, see what kind of friend you've got?" Scott said, pulling the crop from her asshole. Vickie felt as if her intestines shot out with it. "Man, she'd fuck anything on two legs… or four. But what the fuck, you've gotta get a sample of this. Hey, what the fuck you guys doin' over there?"
Scott turned around, letting the crop dangle from his right hand. Paul and the others were sitting around, jerking off, drinking beer and watching then buddy tantalize Vickie.
"Hey, there's a cunt hangin' right there… not bad lookin' either, and all you shitheads can do is drink and jack off?"
"Hey, we were waiting… you know, takin' care of both of 'em after same kind of lesbo scene," Paul said defensively. The others also stood up, shoving their cocks back into their pants. "Some fraternity!" Scott sneered, twirling the riding crop around slowly. "We're all supposed to be brothers, all supposed to help one another out! And I've got two cunts here and nobody's gonna help me out!"
Paul and the three other frat brothers smiled. It was the kind of help they didn't mind giving. "No, don't, stay away from me!" Shari cried as the three men approached her. Working the pulleys, they lowered the brunette down until her toes nearly touched the floor. She kicked and screamed, trying to keep the men from her. But all they did was stay clear of her, hitting the wailing girl on the back, on the thighs, on the ass, making her swing back and forth like a pendulum until she tired. Then her hands and legs were cuffed and Shari's ordeal began.
Meanwhile Scott had found a box and climbed onto it. He was holding onto Vickie's hips, digging his fingertips hard into her bruised, sensitive white flesh while forcing his wide-flaring prick-head into her narrow asscrack. Vickie's eyes widened. Oh, my God, he was going to fuck her in the ass. After everything she'd endured this was going to be her "reward!"
"Take it, you Goddamned little slut! You're a piece of shit… you and the rest of your fuckin' sorority sisters! You all want nick. Man, you're gonna get it!"
Vickie screamed louder. The ring of asshole muscles tightened. She felt her shitter being puckered in. There was a tearing, stretching pain all, around her asshole. She felt as if it were being ripped loose with a hammer.
Then, for a second, the pressure against her asshole eased. The blonde could hear screaming behind her. Twisting her head around, Vickie saw her friend being whipped with a cat-o'-nine-tails. Paul's face and arms were wet with sweat while he lashed the screaming brunette's body over and over again. Long red whip stripes appeared on the girl's shoulders, back and thighs. Shari jerked and twisted on the ropes, her body occasionally writhing violently when the leather slashed into a particularly sensitive spot.