Chapter 10
Thwack!
"AHHHHHHHH!" Ginny screamed. Tears of horror, hatred and pain streaked her flushed cheeks as her head jerked from side to side.
Oh, God, what was he going to do to her next? Her tits bounced together from the impact as he slashed an X across her belly with the crop. Ginny jerked her legs up protectively. Her stomach muscles quivered in a spasm of fear and pain. Her rounded buttocks bounced against the cement block wall behind her. She could swear something had snapped or popped in her shoulder.
Quickly Paul slashed just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop.
"Nooo, nooo," the girl cried, jerking her foot out to kick him. Paul grabbed the leg and pulled her away from the wall. Then he threw her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Ginny slammed against the cement wall, striking it with her shoulders and ass. Paul was beating her again and again with the crop. But somehow the blows were numbing. She'd heard stories of how people could be beaten only so much. Then their bodies actually became immune to pain. Well, maybe that was happening to her.
Then Paul stopped his beating for a second, twisting her around. The girl cried out, feeling her injured arms criss-crossing so her belly and tits pressed against the wall. Her ass was exposed. Ohhh, the pain was killing her. She felt her arms would break in a hundred places when he did that.
And then the beating started all over again. He was slashing her rounded buttocks. Her ass was on fire. Ginny thought she could feel her flesh splitting. Her ass cheeks grew red with welts.
But strangely, the blazing pain radiated to her cunt. Juice ran from her cunt mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Red stripes broke out on her white ass flesh where the crop had slashed. The girl cried out, begging Paul to stop. But she knew the teacher had no intention of ending his torture. In fact, her screams only made his torture more passionate.
Now Paul concentrated on lashing her ass. Nothing on her body was safe. Ginny clenched her cheeks until they ached. She as trying to protect the sensitive ring of her asshole. She remembered being fucked there. And now he was going to rip his crop across that sensitive butt flesh. It would be like disemboweling her! Paul beat his crop farther up, striping the flesh on her shoulders.
"AHHHHHH!" the girl cried. He was beating her in a wild sexual frenzy of sadism. The sound of the crop against her flesh resounded in the large basement. Whip sounds exploded in the cold damp air like gunshots. Her groans and screams punctuated the slashing noises. The girl swung on her shackles, her arms pressing against one another.
Oh, God, how her shoulders ached from that hanging, twisted position! The girl thought several times she could hear her bones cracking from the terrible strain.
Paul slashed her neck. The girl scraped her tits and belly across the rough concrete blocks, then let herself dangle, her head hanging back.
That was the movement Paul had been waiting for. With a hard overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the crop down the tight crack of her ass. Ginny screamed as the tip of the tiny whip slashed across her asshole flesh. The young blonde thought she had been ripped open.
With wide-open eyes the teenager shrieked, jerking her head from side to side, screaming and screaming until her throat felt as if someone had dumped sand down it. The incredible pain of the assault blasted up her spine to her brain. She twitched convulsively, the top of her cunt mound brushing against the wall. A flood of musky juice bubbled out of her snatch. The impact just above her stiffened clit sent a shower of sexual sparks through her cunt.
Paul was laughing behind her. He stopped the beating long enough to jam the end of the crop up her asshole. The girl winced, crying out with a low moan, jerking her knees up and scraping them against the rough concrete block wall until they bled.
Then Paul moved the crop down a little and shoved the blunt tip into her wet cunt. The instant grabbing of her cuntal muscles around the weapon surprised both of them.
"Fuck, you're so hot you don't even know what you're doing," the teacher said, sucking in a deep breath and fighting to keep himself under control. Yes, he was going to fuck her. But only when he'd felt she'd been defeated and humiliated enough.
"AHHHHH!"
Ginny felt him yank the crop out of her pussy hole and jerk it once more at her asshole. The girl felt as if he were driving the thing up her belly! She clawed the wall, digging the tips into the cement blocks. Her arms knotted. Her knees and tits banged against the wall.
Ohhhhh, the aching was terrible! A strange kind of fire, however, was starting in the rim of her asshole as he moved the crop in and out. Ginny found, to her amazement, that her hips went back, actually offering more of her tortured ass to him.
Paul yanked the crop out of her asshole, and Ginny felt as if he'd carried half her guts with it. There was a weird, twisted feeling in and around her shitter. Paul trailed the crop around her buttocks, sometimes playing with her asshole, sometimes moving it up to her pussy. She could hear him breathing heavily and unevenly behind her.
"Yes, good piece of ass," he moaned.
Ginny waited with terror pounding in her brain. She thought of hanging there helplessly while he shoved that cock in her pussy, or up her asshole again. Ginny tried twisting her head around to see what Paul was doing.
Then suddenly she was caught in a whirlpool of violence. The biology teacher grabbed the fronts of her thighs. She could hear something scraping behind her. He'd moved a box over with his feet and was now standing on it, placing him a foot or so higher than before. He was going to fuck her in the ass, drive that fat, thick cock up her shitter again.
Oh, God, no, no, she couldn't take that! "You're shit . . . you're all shit and I'm going to feel your shit on my dick," Paul growled. Ohhhh, no, he was going to rip her apart if he fucked her that way. Maybe she could bring him off fast without having to go through the agony of a long, slow ass-fucking.
Ginny moved her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow insertion of his dick was killing her. Ohhh, it was splitting her wide open!
"YAAHAHHHHH!"
"Take it, bitch, take my dick up your goddamned fuckin' ass!"
"NOOOOOO!" the girl wailed, throwing back her head and hunching against the wall.
The pain in her ass was getting more intense, radiating to the edges of her tortured buttocks. The widening of his cock seemed to go on forever. Ginny cried, the tears burning her whip-slashed face. She couldn't even put her toes on the floor. The slowness of his cock driving up kept her from doing that.
"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, moving both hands up to her tits and sliding his fingers over her nipples. He twisted them, pinched them cruelly. Ginny thought her tits would come off.
Ohhh, yes, that was it, he was going to tear her apart with his bare hands!
Then Ginny felt an easing of the pressure in her ass. The head of his dick had finally popped past the tight ring of her asshole. She straightened her legs, just starting to take some of the strain off her arms. His body was actually holding her up slightly, easing the tearing agony of those cuffs biting into the flesh of her wrists.
Then suddenly her arms and legs spasmed. The teacher had started pulling his cock back out. The reversed tugging was as if someone had attached a vacuum to her shitter.
Ginny bit her lip. She didn't want to sob now. No, that was exactly what Paul wanted. She pushed her buttocks toward him. Cum, cum, damn it, and leave me alone, the tortured teenager cried to herself as she sought relief from the obscene sucking feeling she felt in her shitter.
Paul stopped for a second, then shoved back in. Ginny squealed like a stuck pig, her pussy trembling with heat. His fat cock was massaging the sensitive nerve-endings of her asshole.
Ginny felt completely confused and torn. She pushed her tits into his hands, feeling the pain from her nipples actually growing into pleasure. Her round, firm ass cheeks flexed lewdly around Paul Martin's hard, flat belly. It was as if she were looking for more dick meat to be fed up her tortured shitter.
The sliding of his cock as it sliced deeper into her ass sent shivery thrills through her butt. Ginny felt her body stuffed to the bursting point with the teacher's prick. She thought he'd surely have to stop. She couldn't take much more of this. Ohhh, how hot her cunt was and how her body ached and spasmed with pleasure. The conflicting feelings tortured the trembling, screaming girl.
The fat head kept going in, sliding farther and farther up her shitter. The blonde sixteen-year-old kept thinking of that fat bar of dick meat in her ass-swelling up with excitement, lengthening, drooling cum. It was as if someone had shoved a cannon ball up her ass.
The steady pressure eased a third time. Ginny felt his belly resting on the tops of her buttocks. Surely he'd fucked all his cock meat into her. She let out a long sigh, relaxing for a second. Then Paul started to pull out again. Ginny stiffened and jerked her head back. She thought he'd pulled a foot of dick meat out of her ass.
Then the teacher started forward again, catching his breath as he rested his chin on the back of her head and grunted obscenely.
The strange feeling of fullness inside her was starting to excite the young girl. It wasn't like the heat rising in her cunt. It was a special kind of heat-a wild spice she'd tasted before when she was fucked in the butt. But now, the fucking there and the beating fully exposed the girl to wild pleasure.
"Ahhhhh!" His fat dick went deeper, past where the last downward stroke had carried it. Ginny sucked in a ragged breath, shuddering in the thick, cold air. It was a horrible thing to think, but she wanted more dick meat in her ass. Yes, more cock, more cock! Her lips formed the words, but she decided to say nothing. No, her body was saying it all. The way she moved, twisted, moaned, told Paul Martin everything he wanted to know about her reaction.
The tempo of his ass-ripping cock increased. Ginny squeezed her ass tightly around him, trying to drag out more sensuous feelings from his dick. She didn't care how much he hurt her now. She just wanted that cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her belly and ass exploded.
But Paul could keep from cumming. He thrust back and forth, gradually increasing the speed of his strokes until Ginny thought she'd melt. The hot friction in her dry ass was like gasoline in an open wound. As the ramming length of his strokes grew, she felt the drag of her cunt lips milk more juice from her hot, hairy hole. Heat licked up her erect clit. The steady, wild heat around her pussy and shitter built up until the girl was nothing more than a mass of sex flesh, lusting for a wild cum.
Ginny grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. The pain of her crossed arms, of the rings biting into her wrists, disappeared. All she could feel was her throbbing, pulsating cunt and her violated asshole being worked up more and more. She was panting, matching her uneven breaths to Paul's.
Her mind went blank in the sexual heat. She didn't care what happened to her or her ass any more. The rigid bar of dick meat in her butt seemed to slow down. And then, with a sweaty slap of his hard belly against her buttocks, Ginny could feel him drive in his dick all the way. The lining of her ass stretched to its tearing point. She could feel the maximum amount of horrible thrills tearing at her body.
Yes, fucking was everything. Fucking in the ass was good, maybe even better than fucking in the cunt. She could feel one of the teacher's hands sliding down her belly, going lower and lower until the fingertips were caressing the stiff nub of her clit. Yes, oh, God, yes, she was pissing on herself again in excitement. The young girl couldn't control anything any more. She was one big throbbing clit. She twisted her ass around, rolled her shoulders from side to side, screamed, moaned, begged for more dick. When Paul pinched her clit, Ginny thought she'd pass out.
Ohhh, they could do anything they wanted to her now. What a way to die. Yes, the girl even thought about dying like this, being murdered while in the throes of orgasm. She'd heard stories like that. Ohhh, how wonderful that would be!
Paul grunted behind her. He pulled his cock out, sucking at her asshole lining. She hunched her ass back and forth in a counter rhythm to Paul's fucking strokes. Ginny could tell the young biology teacher was close to shooting his load. Any second, the two of them would shoot off in glorious orgasms.
Then it happened. She screamed, stiffening every muscle in her body when she felt a wildfire of cum in her ass blow up. The thick spurting jizz of the teacher's cum burned the lining of her asshole like jets of gasoline. Ginny's cunt snapped shut on Paul's hand as her ass milked his shooting dick.
She twitched and jerked, beating her body against the wall.
The pain in her shoulders was coming back. Ohhh, she might have pulled something out of a socket. Who cared? She was cumming, blowing her load as Paul was doing up her butt. She could feel that fat long cock twitching and dancing as it filled her with wonderful, white-hot spunk!
Ginny's tits were mashed under his squeezing hands. Her face hit the wall so hard she could feel bumps rising. But everything was ignored for the wild pleasure in her cumming cunt. The lightning like jolts of heat in her pussy increased the spasming sensations in her ass. Ginny's mind whirled in the wild sexuality gripping her. Every motion of Paul's firing dick made the girl wish he could keep fucking her that way forever.
"Nooooo!" Ginny cried when she felt him pulling his cock away. She wanted that cock to stay in her ass. But it was over. Paul was satisfied, grunting with pleasure like a glutted animal.
"Burt. Burt, come on and let's take her home. You know how to work it."
Ginny looked down heavy-lidded. The young athlete had been there all the time, beating his meat as he watched Ginny's torture.