The blonde lost count of the number of blows. She felt she was on the brink of losing her mind. The agony was driving her mad; the sense of helplessness frustrating her; and the killing, pulsing sensation in her pussy confusing her. Lydia felt the heat of this savage beating penetrating the walls of her cunt. She didn't think this torture could affect her this way. This beating had awakened a new kind of desire in her. Her cunny began to sweat. Lydia could feel her clitty once more rising from the fleshy folds of her snatch. How could she so easily be aroused so soon after her last cumming? It was the blows, the sharp pain in her buttocks that was stirring forbidden fires in her pussy. She felt like she was ready to be fucked. She wanted to cry out for a fuck. She wanted to beg for a cock suddenly. Visions of stiff, long, meaty dicks danced in front of her glazed eyes as Rick wound into his final round of beating with the belt.
The long, holed leather instrument sliced over and over into her ass, turning the bouncing red mounds into two glowing cherries. Lydia's groans took on a deep, husky tone that announced to the men what she was actually feeling. They all smiled at one another knowingly, satisfied that they had accomplished what they'd set out to do. "She's primed again," Rick said, sweating heavily as he pulled the belt off the girl's ass and pushed it through the loops of his trousers once more.
"The bitch wants to get fucked?" Doug asked, looking up from the floor where he was kneeling, holding her wrists. Lydia wanted to spit in his face but could only turn her head away and moan. He knew what she wanted, and she was shamed and humiliated thinking there was no way she could hide it.
"Pull her off the table," Rick ordered gruffly. Doug and Jack released the groaning young blonde, pushing her to her feet. Lydia said nothing, gritting her teeth together and waiting for the next horror.
CHAPTER SIX
They had finally left her alone for a few minutes. Lydia lay against a wooden wall in a small shed attached to the main house. After beating her ass with the belt, Rick had had her taken from the house and stuffed in the shed.
It was during this time she learned he was one of the local police sergeants of the small town attached to the compound, and one who was assigned the duty of occasionally patrolling the area as Tom told her they did. The shoemaker, it seems, had often scouted out young prey for them before, while the third man also belonged to the Sturbridge Village police.
This she learned from the casual conversation held behind her back. Rick and his buddy had to call in to the main station and report, while the shoemaker was left behind to mind the store – that is she and Tina.
As she lay on her back in the cold, damp darkness, Lydia wondered why the other victims – if there were other victims – didn't report what had happened to them to the legitimate authorities. Surely most would be too ashamed to say anything for fear of public ridicule and shame. But surely there must have been one or two who were outraged enough to have risked exposure to bring justice down on these men's heads. These and similar thoughts drifted through the young blonde's head as she leaned on an elbow and looked at a tiny beam of moonlight streaming in from the outside. Her belly felt warm as she passed her hand down her right side to her belly and kneaded the soft flesh between her fingers. Her ass still burned and stung from the beating Rick had given it. She thought of how she'd been draped over that table, her long legs spread widely apart and held down firmly while her ankles were restrained in the same way. She'd been pinned down to the top of the table like a biological specimen, her high-riding asscheeks completely exposed to Rick's brutal attack. And yet how exciting it had been. She couldn't deny the heat that had burned in her pussy with each killing blow of the belt against her jiggling buttocks. Even now she could feel her pussy thrilling to that strange heat radiating up from her ass. Lydia smiled to herself, cupping a hand under her large and firm titties.
The touch gave her a chill. At first she thought about removing her hand. Why should she drive herself on sexually while these men were providing all the ammunition for perversion. And yet no one could see her. What harm did it do. She moved her hand up, thumbing her nipple until it grew stiff and pushed up out of the soft dark red aureole. The effect was hot and electric. She sensed the tension in her body building once again. The tickle of her nipple had started those slick juices flowing between her cunt-lips. She thought of that belt, of the sensations she'd felt when that Setter licked her off earlier that evening, of Tom and his fat cock ramming up her asshole while his finger strummed her clitty mercilessly.
All the images blurred together in Lydia's confused, tortured mind. When she started rocking her hips, the buttery heat spread and leaked out to dot her blonde cuntal curls with dew. Even after the assault she'd received, the blonde was theirs for more sex. Her breathing had grown shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossed her head against wooden wall behind her and spread her legs further apart as she let her right forefinger droop over her cuntal mound and brush against her stiffening clit.
"Ahhhh," Lydia sighed, closing her eyes and slackening her jaw. She moved her finger back and forth, spreading the outer lips apart gently, milking the fleshy lobes together with the palms of her hands while stroking the clit-shaft more purposefully.
Lydia felt her knees trembling. She was fingering herself to cum. Oh, to be left alone where she could fantasize all she wanted.
But then the sounds of footsteps approaching the shed made the blonde pull her hands away from her crack. The door squeaked open, and in the bright moonlight Lydia could distinguish the all too familiar faces of Rick, Doug and Jack.
"Mmmmm, I smell pussy juice in here," Rick taunted.
"Good fresh and hot," Doug took up, raising his face and taking in a deep breath.
"I think the lady's ready for another round," Jack joined the other two, all three of them peering down at Lydia. The blonde shrank against the wall, pulling up her knees protectively against her chest and pushing her back hard to the wood behind her.
"She likes to fuck outside. Let's take her to the garden," Rick said to the other two men.
They all moved quickly, dragging the protesting blonde from the shed, down the path and back to the garden where the Setter had so rudely licked her pussy to climax.
When they got down to the garden Lydia saw the big Setter was down there waiting for them. His bushy tail wagged back and forth while his thick head was tilted and facing her.
"This can't be happening," Lydia said out loud as Jack and Rick held her on either side, guiding her down to the approximate spot where she'd lain before. And yet the sight of the dog excited her as it sickened her.
Lydia felt her stomach turn over as she realized what was happening inside her. Tossing her head from side to side she let out a scream, tearing at the two men as best she could in a last attempt to free herself.
"Damn it!" Doug said, nearly falling on his face because of the blonde's violent struggling. Both men looked at one another while Rick moved down to the dog, squatting and stroking its head. On a mutual signal Doug and Rick let Lydia go, throwing her forward and thus pitching her down on the ground.
"Ohhhhhfffff!" Lydia cried, throwing her hands protectively out in front of her. The woman jerked forward, hitting her chin against the hard dirt while her injured ankle twisted more and ripped an anguished cry from her throat.