Chapter 6
The first lash burned across her soft ass. Jamie cried in pain, weaving from side to side on her toes and almost falling over. Bright red welts rose on her ass almost instantly. The second lash tore across the small of her back, and the third curled around her lush right thigh. The fourth scored her ass again, crossing the tender skin with lines of red, making the firm flesh bounce and jiggle lewdly. "Look at that sweet ass shake," Dave said with a coarse laugh, pulling another whip down from the wall. "You'd think it was a bowl of jelly the way it's jiggling now."
Jamie burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn the boys treated her with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost worse than the torture and rape they visited on her defenseless young body. But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain and exhaustion, in spite of the brutal beating Pat was giving her, her hurt pussy began to squirm.
Jamie closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish ticklings of lust that were creeping through her cruelly bound body.
The whip Dave pulled from the wall was a long, cruel-looking bullwhip. He snapped it against the air once, then thrashed Jamie's satiny flat stomach. The heavy whip bit into her stomach then curled around her soft, creamy side.
"The slut's doing a pretty good job of shaking her pointy little tits, too," Pat said with a smirk, lashing her full ass-cheeks over and over again. "Do a dance for us, Jamie-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are."
The svelte beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chains, writhing in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture the boys were giving her. Her creamy ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Her upper thighs and lower back were streaked with red, too.
Pat laid ten quick strokes across her shoulder blades, as though noticing that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was finished Jamie was delirious with agony, wondering vacantly if someone had set her on fire.
Dave stepped in front of her and began playing the bullwhip out against the front of her body. He popped the end of the big whip against Jamie's pert right tit, and the bound, beautiful cheerleader shrieked with anguish. Dave laughed at the innocent girl's suffering and slapped her with the bullwhip again and again, slicing her tender, creamy flesh with the biting leather strap.
After a few minutes Jamie's sweet young body was a battleground of welts and bruises. Dave wrapped his vicious whip around her slender calves, circling them with welts and made Jamie look as if she was wearing anklets. Pat curled the slender strands of the cat around her creamy inner thighs, hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled. More than once the strands of the cat caught the soft pink lips of Jamie's swollen, sore pussy. The pain when that happened turned Jamie's slender, shapely legs to jello, made her dangle at the end of her thumb locks like a hung woman.
Dave was even more brutal with his bullwhip than Pat was with the cat. He hit her tits dozens of times with no regard for the damage he might be doing them. He didn't even stop when every slash of the big strap of leather made drops of blood splatter onto the cold basement floor And he took a special delight in whipping Jamie's soft, flat belly. But the time five minutes had passed her stomach was a solid mass of bright red.
Pat whipped her ass the way Dave whipped her stomach, striping her firm, bouncy ass-cheeks until they were livid red and dripping blood. He whipped her upper thighs even harder, and took great delight in curling the cat around her hips and stinging her plump pussy mound. He whipped her lean, flawless back until it looked like a crazy road map. He even flayed the long, slender lengths of Jamie's arms, laying a track of welts from her tender white armpits to her elegant, slender fingers.
It was Dave who whipped her face. Even Gary gasped with surprise at the unbelievable cruelty of slashing the brutal bullwhip across the trapped beauty's cheek. Dave took their shock as encouragement and hit Jamie's face several more times. Jamie screamed in hellish agony at each blow, whipping her face from side to side in a maddened attempt to save her face from further torture. She was certain that Dave was slicing away her flesh with the terrible, vicious blows. The pain was so wicked that it seemed the very muscles of her face had been torn from the bone.
By the time Dave was finished whipping her face, Jamie teetered uncertainly on her toes, more unconscious than awake. Her skin was a brutalized patchwork of welts. Even her face was bruised and reddened form the bite of the whips. It felt to the weary young slave that she had been dipped in acid, that some awful corrosive was eating into every bit of her soft skin.
Then Dave stared aiming the bullwhip at her cunt.
"No!" Jamie gasped, her voice little more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering closed and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of the chains that held her spread so vulnerably. "Not there!"
"Everywhere," Pat said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Jamie's silky, quivering legs.
Pain exploded through the cheerleader's ravaged cunt. It was as though a wild cat had used its claws to rip at the mouth of her pussy. Several of the strands had flipped right between her swollen, blood-red cunt-lips and had scored the heated inner flesh of her pussy. Jamie's legs slipped out from under her and her full weight swung from the fiendish thumb-cuffs. The pain that shot through her hands was nothing compared to the liquid agony that was pouring through her pussy.
Dave swung his whip with pin point accuracy. Bomb bursts of pain exploded against both of her swollen, tortured nipples. Then the narrow tip of the bullwhip smacked squarely against her stretched, raw clit.
"Bastards!" Jamie shrieked, her wide brown eyes rolling back, spit spraying from her lips as she convulsed in demented anguish. "Aggghhhh! You dirty bastards! Agggghhh!"
Her cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and thrashing through a series of spastic convulsions. Jamie's head swung wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling.
Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy inner thighs and splattering on the floor beneath her. Cunt-juice poured out in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white and sliding down over her trembling, piss-slick thighs.
Jamie thought she might be dying. The pain was incredible. Dave hit her, and then Pat hit her, and then Dave hit her again. Back and forth they went, one drawing his whip back while the other lashed her pussy.
Jamie knew that if they beat her for very much longer she was going to die.
But a part of her wanted them to keep beating her forever.
Slowly, hesitantly, she spread her legs wide. Taking the last of her weight off her feet made crushing pain run through her hands and arms, but that didn't matter to the broken, bound beauty.
Her thumbs could rip off for all she cared. Her pussy was important, and her ass and tits and mouth. Her thumbs didn't matter at all, except to help her get a better grip on a cock when a boy wanted her to beat him off.
"Shit, the sleazy little slut's getting off on it!" Dave's cock was so long and hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up against Jamie's brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed. "The tramp's cumming from getting her ass whipped off!"
"The tramp's cumming," Jamie muttered in agreement, nodding her head with insane, pain-fuelled glee. "The tramp's cumming for her big, sweet men."
Jamie bent her knees, drawing her feet up to her ass and spreading her thighs as far apart as she could. She looked impossibly sexy covered in welts and dangling in midair. Dave and Pat swung their whips as hard as they could, pounding the gorgeous cheerleader's pussy with their vicious leather straps. Time after time the whips cut their way directly into the spread mouth of her cunt, bruising and tearing at the super-sensitive skin inside her pussy.
The first time the killing strands of the cat kissed her clit Jamie started cumming.
She was beyond even shame now. The pain, lust and degradation of the past day had reduced her to the point where shame had no meaning.
"Hit me again!" she moaned, her eyes glazed, her beautiful, bruised face full of ecstasy. "Beat the whore harder! Beat the slut's cunt until it bleeds!"
Dave lashed her across her chest until her pert, fat-nippled tits were flattened against her chest.
Pat played the cat over her swollen pussy as though he was trying to tear it from her slender, squirming body. Jamie turned her pain-dazed eyes toward Gary, who was standing apart, his arms crossed, a smug smirk on his rough face.
"Why aren't you whipping me?" she cried, spit dribbling from her lush lips. "Are you too good to beat the trash? Don't you want to see how it feels to whip a slut until she can't stand up? Why aren't you whipping me too?"
"Fuck it!" Dave growled, stomping toward the hanging, beaten beauty. "I'm going to fucking cum all over myself if I don't get a piece of this sleazy whore's ass!"