Chapter 11
The edge of the park was deserted, as Tommy had claimed it would be. When they got there, the boys laid Jamie out on the back of the van and started the gang-bang in earnest. Jamie squirmed and screamed her way through twenty orgasms as one boy after another slipped between her widespread legs.
Jamie's arms were bound behind her, and each time one of the boys pounded down on her helpless body she felt as though her elbows or wrists were going to snap. The helplessness and pain only made her more excited. The boys fucked her with short, brutal strokes, clawed at her tits, and slobbered over her face.
And as they fucked her and cursed her and mocked her, Jamie climaxed again and again. She had been reduced to a sex-toy in their eyes, a slutty little tramp who was fit for fucking and hurting and making fun of. The ultimate degradation of having been turned into a whore in the eyes of her friends turned Jamie on like nothing else that had happened.
It was late that afternoon before the boys pulled Jamie out of the back of the van. Her pussy was swollen almost shut, and the seat was soaked with her sweat and puddled with the jism that had leaked from her cunt.
The boys pulled Jamie roughly to her feet, and as she wobbled under their guidance to the front of the van, huge clots of gluey jism poured down over the lips of her cunt, ran in rivers down her legs, and lay glistening on the ground.
"You're leaving a trail of sperm, Jamie," a boy said cruelly. They laid Jamie face-down over the hood of the van, making her spread her legs wide apart. Then they took turns fucking her ass the same way they had taken turns fucking her cunt. Jamie's climaxes continued as the boys smashed her into the hard, cold hood. Her pert little tits flattened against the unyielding metal. The air was forced from her lungs every time a huge boy's body sandwiched her into the side of the van.
Each ass-fucking stole a little more of her energy, made her legs a little more wobbly and her balance a little less certain. Before long her lean, sexy legs were streaked with jism. Boys turned her head this way and that as they ass-fucked her, making her French-kiss them, and biting and spitting on her face and throat and shoulders while they fucked her overworked shitter.
By the time the last boy had shot his jism up her soaked, clasping asshole Jamie was nearly unconscious. She took two stumbling steps away from the hood of the van and collapsed into the gravel that lined the side of the road. The boys pulled her back up to her knees and ordered her to give them blow-jobs.
"Stick your tongue into my piss-slit!"
"Suck on my balls, bitch!"
"Don't swallow my cum, slut! Hold it in your mouth and then drool it out! Yeah, that's it!"
"Tilt your head back. Yeah! Right up your nose, Jamie! Right up your fucking nose!"
Each boy made her do something different. Whatever order they gave her, Jamie meekly followed. Before long the jockstrap crown Morris had put on her head was soaked with fuck-cream. A short time later the boys pulled it off her head and made her suck it clean before they tossed it away. Then it was back to more sucking.
Jamie's knees were chafed raw and bleeding by the gravel she knelt on. Her lips were bruised and swollen by the rough slide of cocks and the beating of prick-heads against her mouth. Her face was so plastered with jism that she looked as though she were wearing a mask. Her tits were painted with the same dirty shade of silver.
When it was over the boys were tired. Tommy pulled her body over to a thick tree. With the help of a couple other boys, he forced the fucked out cheerleader to stand up, and then he circled her arms and legs around the trunk and tied them tightly in place.
"Nooo!" Jamie cried weakly. She knew that nothing she wanted mattered, but she couldn't keep from crying out at the horrible pain that lanced through her arms and shoulders and legs and hips from the unnatural way she had been bound hugging the tree. "No, this hurts really bad! Aren't you done?"
"You said you wanted to get beaten, Jamie," Tommy said with a smile, winking at the other boys and pulling his belt from his pants. "You said you wanted to get hurt."
Every boy on the football team took part in her beating. They whipped her with their belts. They whipped her with switches they got from the surrounding woods. They whipped her with lengths of rope from the back of the van. Morris even beat her with the tow chain for a while, and then they stuffed the chain up her ass, giving her a long metal tail to shake while they continued her punishment.
Jamie came a dozen times while they were beating her. She hugged the tree desperately. The longer they beat her the hotter she became. By the time her ass and back was covered with bright red welts she was humping the tree as though it were the world's sweetest, most delightful cock. The brutal scratching of the bark was almost as painful as the lashing of the belts and switches that were scoring her tender flesh, and it turned her on even more.
"Shake that slutty ass!" a boy shouted, leaving a blood-red streak across her jiggling ass-cheeks.
"Wag your tail, you doggy bitch!" another boy shouted, lashing his belt savagely across Jamie's shoulders. "Wag your tail just like the little lap-dog bitch you are!"
Jamie dropped her head against the tree and cried as the boys paused in her whipping to examine the way her cunt-juice had soaked the bark. A few of them plunged their fingers up into her cunt.
Tommy slammed his belt up against the swollen lips of her pussy, and Morris slapped her cunt with a switch. More than a few of the boys took the opportunity to give Jamie a kiss, or bite her arms or throat or face, or just spit on her as though she were a heap of old smelly garbage. Then they went back to whipping her.
The boys got hot again as they whipped her, and before long they were having to take breaks for a boy to step up behind her and shove his cock up her cunt or asshole.
The fucks were inhumanly painful for the sexy girl, crushing her svelte body brutally into the hard, rough tree, but the boys didn't care. They just laughed at the way the chain wagged back and forth when she shook her ass, at the way cum joined her pussy-cream in streaming down the bark of the tree. The boys pulled the chain out of her asshole when they wanted to fuck her there, then stuffed it back up inside her when they were finished. The pain of being started up like a lawnmower made Jamie tremble and whine, but the boys thought it looked hilarious and they couldn't seem to do it enough.
Finally the boys tired of the game. Only Tommy continued her beating. He seemed to want to beat her to death. When the last of the other boys had gone back to the van to drink beer and rest, Tommy switched from belt to switch to rope, lashing Jamie until she was bloody, not seeming to be satisfied until he had scored every inch of her creamy skin.
"You still having fun, bitch?" he shouted, slapping her face with the switch, taking a break only to spit on her and switch weapons. "You still want us to keep going?"
"Hurts!" Jamie whimpered, no longer exactly sure of what was happening, aware only of the pleasure that tickled her worn-out cunt and the pain that bathed every other inch of her body. "Hurts so good!"
Tommy screamed with rage and beat her harder. Finally it took all of the boys to convince him to stop. By that time Jamie hung unconscious from the tree. Her slender, sexy body was so still that some of the football players were afraid they might have gang-banged her to death. When they cut her down from the tree, they saw that she was still alive, though, and that although she was unconscious, her cunt was still spasming and leaking slick pussy-cream.
The sight excited some of the boys so much they wanted to fuck Jamie some more. They tied her knees to her shoulders with more jockstraps and shot their cum into her one after another. Even the boys who had had enough of the night-long gang-rape took another turn, not wanting to be considered wimps by their friends. Jamie came awake after the first few fucks, screaming her way incoherently through an unending orgasm.
Before long the boys' cum was brimming over her sloppy cunt. This time the overflow of cock-slime cascaded into her face. Jamie opened her mouth for it, swallowing all she could and letting the rest pollute her face even more thoroughly than it already had. A lot of the boys pulled their cocks out of her cunt when they came and blasted their fuck-juice right into Jamie's beautiful, passive face. Before long she was unrecognizable beneath a thick, slimy mass of dry and wet jism.
After the last boy had fed her the last of his jism, Jamie was still cumming. Her body was covered with welts, bruises, and cock-slime. She looked as though she had taken on an army division in a week-long orgy. But her pussy was still squirming, her asshole still flexing.
The tired boys collected a couple beer bottles and fucked them inside her. They made her cum constantly, cum painfully, for over an hour. When they tired of the game, they untied her knees from her shoulders, but they left the bottles fucked deep inside her.
"We got to get going, Jamie," one of the boys said. "You want a ride?"
"Yeah," another boy said with a laugh, "we could drop you off at your house."
"A whorehouse more likely," another boy said.
Jamie scooped clotted jism out of her eyes and stared up at them. The boys began to feel uncomfortable, and none of them wanted to go near the girl they had just fucked into insensibility.
"Piss on me!" she gasped. A huge glut of jism poured out over her lips as she opened her mouth to speak. It streamed down over her chin and throat in a wave of solid, dirty white. "Piss all over me! All of you! I'm nothing but trash! I ought to get pissed on! It's all I'm good for! Piss on me and show me what kind of whore I really am!"
"Right on, Jamie," Tommy said, and aimed his cock right at her eyes. "All over your trampy, cum-sucking face."
Jamie screamed as his piss scalded her eyes. She blinked them shut, and then Tommy was pissing over her nose and into her open mouth.
Other boys started pissing. They hosed her body down with a dozen streams of piss, then two dozen. Before long almost every boy on the football team was drenching Jamie's sleek young body in his stinking yellow piss.
Jamie writhed in ecstasy as the boys pissed on her. Her sinuous, sultry body twisted and rippled in a display of raw, sluttish sex. Before long her creamy, welted skin glistened with piss. Boys pissed into her cunt and into her ass. More than anywhere else the boys pissed over her beautiful face and into her open mouth. They laughed at her and called her names while they watched her swallowing steaming mouthfuls of their dirty piss, and each time she had emptied her mouth, they filled it up again.
Jamie couldn't stop cumming. Her cunt and asshole gripped the bottles that pierced them until they were close to shattering. Her cunt poured so much fuck cream that the bottle filled with it. Her ass clutched the other bottle so fiercely that it shot it out. The boys pissed until the ground beneath Jamie had been pounded into mud, and she squirmed in the filthy black muck, painting her body in the pissy soil.
Too soon it was over. Jamie cried out at the loss when the last of the boys stopped pissing. She had been fucked and beaten almost to death. Her life at her old school had been destroyed. She had been defiled by the very people who had always been her friends.
Now she lay limp in piss-soaked mud, her lean, sexy body streaked with cum and filth and pussy cream, and soaked with piss. A quart beer bottle stuck out of her cunt, almost half full with her own pussy-cream. But if the boys left her she would be alone. No one would be fucking her. No one would be hurting her.
Jamie didn't think she could stand it.
"More!" she cried out desperately. "Please fuck the slut some more!"
"Shit," Morris said. "We fuck you any more and we'll have a dead tramp on our hands. Come back tomorrow after we kick the Academy's little military asses. Maybe we'll have another party."
"Or maybe not," another boy said cruelly. "We might have some real girls willing to fuck us tomorrow. Respectable girls, you know. They'll be all happy after we win the game. You know, you can fuck a slut anytime, but you've got to jump at your chances with real girls."
Jamie cried at the boy's words.
"Here, bitch, have a present," Tommy said, squatting down over her. "A last little party favor, huh, Jamie?"
Jamie knew what to expect even before the first turd slipped out of Tommy's asshole. She came as it splatted down on top of her tits. He laid his second, long, curling turd on the flat, quivering plane of Jamie's stomach, and her orgasm grew hotter at the filthy smell and wet feel of the shit on her belly. He scooted up over her body like a crab before his third turd dropped out. Half of it landed on the tip of Jamie's nose and the rest of it curled down over her lips.
He dropped his last turd right between Jamie's eyes. He used her hand to wipe his ass, grabbing her wrist and making her rub his shitter clean. Jamie came while she was doing that, too.
"Damn, Tommy, you're one gross motherfucker," Morris said as Tommy trotted to the van.
"Shit!" another boy said. "It's fucking four o'clock in the morning! Oh shit, if coach knew, he'd fucking kill us!"
"Well he doesn't have to know, does he?" Tommy snapped. "And he better fucking never. Bye, Jamie, you scuzzy whore. See you at the game tomorrow. Maybe you can give some blow-jobs at halftime."
A moment after the van drove away a car stopped beside her. Dave, Gary, and Pat got out.
"Looks natural, doesn't she?" Dave asked with a grin.
"Those lousy creeps won't have a chance tomorrow," Pat said. "They'll be so fucked out and worn out that we'll mow right over them. Congratulations, general."
"Like any good commander," Gary said, "I'm only as good as the men under my command. In this case, the men and sluts under my command. You look good, whore. You look just the way you ought to."
Jamie was slick with piss. Her sleek, sexy body was streaked with cum and mud and dotted with wet brown turds. Cum and pussy cream dripped from her cunt. Cum dribbled from her weakly flexing shitter. Dave grabbed the bottle out of her cunt and pushed it between her lips. He held it upside-down until every drop of her pussy-cream had drained out of the bottle and down her throat. Jamie came twice while he was doing it.
"That was a very successful first mission, slut," Gary said. "But you've got one fucking lot of work left to do."
"And you've got to stay in training, too," Pat said. "I saw that little trick they did with three fists. I think we might try three feet sometime real soon."
"Turn her over," Gary said, and Dave grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her onto her stomach. "This is a present for you, Jamie. A present, just so you'll always know who you are, and what you are."
Jamie had an instant to see the blazing hot iron Gary held in his hand. A simple sentence was stencilled on it. It read: Please fuck me hard. A moment later Jamie saw the similar iron that Pat was holding. It read: I'm a slut.
She tried to get away. She knew that this would be the end, that once they had branded her with the two irons she would never be able to go back. For as long as she lived, she would be a toy for the men around her, a pretty, mindless animal to be fucked and hurt and ridiculed. Dave held her tight, though, and a moment later she realized that it was already too late for her.
Jamie stopped struggling and let Pat push the first brand into her left ass-cheek.
The pain was awful. She could smell her own smoking flesh and hear the sizzle as the brand burned into her. But she came.
And a moment later she came again. She had to, because Gary was branding her other ass-cheek. The pain made her cry and shiver, but it seemed to the dazed, beautiful slave that it was for the best. Now every boy and man she met would know what she was. And they would do whatever they wanted to do to her, whenever they wanted, wherever they wanted, as much as they wanted.
She decided she would show her brands to every man and boy she ever knew, and tell them to bring their friends.
She never went back to school, and never got a job or even a place to live. She just let men pass her around, and slept wherever she lay when they finished raping her, and beating her. Sometimes it was a man's house or apartment, sometimes in a car or van, sometimes in an alley or parking lot. She didn't care, as long as she got what she wanted, what she deserved.