Chapter 8
Mary Lynn tried to keep her legs pressed as tightly together as possible. Hanging from the ceiling like she was didn't help her at all, though. The pain surging through her cunt from the whip refused to die down. It was worse than the pain she'd felt from having her cherry popped.
The girl became acutely aware of every single ache in her body. The way her cunt rumbled was only a part of the picture of her total anguish. The girl's shoulders and arms were strained and threatened to pop out of joint any second. She had been strung up expertly. Trying to stand on her tiptoes only added to her cramped muscles. Her thighs and calves trembled with the strain of the effort.
Her wrists throbbed as they swelled up from lack of circulation. Her body hurt everywhere from the whipping she had been given. Her nipples shivered as if they'd been shoved into a deep freeze from the lash marks across them.
There wasn't a single place on her body that didn't show some bit of damage. Her asshole burned from the ass-fucking. Her cunt hurt from losing her virginity. Her pussy-lips were raw from the whip. Her back and tits and belly were crisscrossed with whip marks. Her ass had been spanked by the brutal paddle.
Mary Lynn wanted to die!
What appalled her the most was the way Roxanne simply lay on the table across the room and stared at her . The other girl's eyes were glazed and distant as it she had gone totally crazy . It was possible, Mary Lynn thought. The pain and the shame would be enough.
She didn't know how she clung so to her own sanity. They had done everything possible to make her go out of her skull with pain, with humiliation. She cried bitter tears at the idea they had allowed a dog to fuck her. There didn't seem to be a single thing they hadn't tried to abuse her.
"Roxanne?" she asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
"Um?" answered the bound girl.
She still lay on her back on the table, her hands securely bound behind her. Roxanne's legs dangled over the edge of the table and were spread wide to expose her brunette snatch. The sight of those pink cunt-lips poking through the brown fur got to Mary Lynn in a way she couldn't understand.
Was it lust she felt for her friend? She didn't know. The sight of her naked, vulnerable cunt worked strange magic on her cunt. It churned and felt as if she were about to climax again.
"Roxanne," repeated Mary Lynn, "we've got to try to escape. Can you help me? There's no way I can get down from here."
"No way," said Roxanne dully. "What they've done to me shouldn't be done to a dog. Or maybe it should. They had a dog fucking me. You saw that. And the other things . . ." Her voice drifted away and Mary Lynn knew then that Roxanne wasn't going to be able to help. She was too lost in the degradation of this Hell Week initiation.
Mary Lynn tugged hard at the ropes on her wrists and only sent ripples of pain down her shoulders and back. Weeping salty tears. she hung there, dejected, sure that all had abandoned her. She didn't know if it was better for them to do all those terrible things to her or to leave her alone.
Alone, her agile mind worked up even more devious and horrible things they might try. She hoped that the reality would be less vivid than her fantasies.
She beard a door open behind her and saw a man come in. He wore only a black silk mask over his face. He was sporting the hugest erection the girl had ever dreamed of.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
Saying nothing, he cut her down. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, too weak to stand. He quickly tied her hands behind her back before the circulation returned enough for her to fight him off.
"What are you going to do?" she repeated, feeling the weight of her body on her securely tied arms. "Please let me go. I. . . I'll do anything you want if you'll let me go. I'll suck you off. . . anything!"
The blonde girl was horrified at what she'd just said. She was being reduced to the level of the people abusing her. She had wanted to do anything, no matter how degrading, if he would just let her go free. The girl realized then that she was a slave. A slave could be made to do anything -anything at all! She had nothing to use to bribe her way out.
In the outside world she could have used her body to get what she wanted - not here. They already controlled that. If they wanted to fuck her, they did. If they wanted to beat her all it took was some rope and a whip. She was completely at their mercy.
She watched in mute horror as he straddled her waist and sat down on her belly. His huge prick gleamed dully in the dim light of the room. She found it almost hypnotic. Impossible to take her eyes off it, she watched that cock bob and bounce in front of his crotch. The huge plum-tipped knob throbbed with lust. There was no doubt in her mind what he intended to do.
He was going to fuck her .
But if that was his idea, why was he sitting on her belly? He should have been getting between her thighs and driving that cock straight up into her cunt.
She could take rape again. The girl had almost become accustomed to it. But what new devil's trick were they going to play on her? The blonde's mind raced - and made her recoil from the man in stark terror.
He made a big show out of picking up a butter dish that had been on the floor . The man took off the cover and ran his fingers through the soft yellow stick in the center of the dish. His fingers dripping with the greasy stuff, he leaned forward and began smearing it all over the girl's tits. She fought and bucked but the man's weight held her pinned firmly to the floor. The teenager couldn't understand what the man was doing this for. She felt the slimy stuff running down her tits, tickling as it went. When the man had thoroughly greased her boobs, he scooted forward.
Mary Lynn grunted. He still held her firmly on the floor with his body. She felt the hairy sac of his balls dragging sensuously across the dome of her belly. The man rocked forward, cock in hand. All she could see of that mighty red shaft now was the purple knob on the end. The man guided his cock into the deep canyon between her boobs.
"Tell me what you're going to do!" she cried.
"I'm going to fuck your tits," he said in a calm voice. The girl knew he couldn't possibly be that calm-not with the way his prick jerked and bucked with lust for her .
"What?"
He didn't reply. His putter-coated fingers reached out and tweaked both of her nipples at the same time. She moaned. The feel of being treated gently for a change took her by surprise. The luscious feelings he caused in her body were erotic, good.
"Do it again. I love it when you fondle my tits like that," she said.
And then the girl screamed in pain when he clamped down like steel bands on her jugs and forced them together.
The muscles in his upper arms stood out in bold relief under the effort of forcing her tits together. She felt her titflesh flowing like putty through his grasping fingers. When he was able to rub her nipples together, he worked one against the other until she was gasping and panting in stark arousal.
The girl's pussy began to flow. The desire mounting in her body raced along until she was almost at the point of coming. She couldn't understand how this could be happening to her . He was mistreating her tits, giving her pain, and yet she was responding to it in a blatantly sexual way.
The thick juice rolled out of her cunt and trickled between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks. She was turned on - there was no way she could deny that.
She was getting off on the pain! It took his entire strength to keep her boobs forced together . She felt his fingers cutting into her already bruised and whipped titflesh. But what he did to her nipples made it an worthwhile.
Tingles of carnal electricity volted into her chest and pushed her arousal up and up. Between those mountains of marshmallowy tit was a hot, hard, pulsating column of cockflesh.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"Fuck your tits," he repeated. "Right now!"
He moved forward and shoved his hips powerfully toward her face. She felt and saw the bead of his cock poke through the artificial cunt he had formed from her tits. The thick purple knob pulsed visibly as it ran between the white meat of her tits. The butter he had smeared all over her boobs lubricated the movement of his cock.
He pulled back through the softness of his man-made twat. The blonde was able to relax just a little bit. The walls around his cock collapsed as he applied even more pressure to the outsides of her tits. Then his prick rushed back through the pass formed by her tits. She felt the warmth as the friction warmed her chest. She was incredibly aroused by the action of that cock against her sensitive boobs.
She came.
The girl hated herself for what she considered a weakness. The man was abusing her. He was using her . She didn't doubt for a second that as soon as he got his rocks off that he would discard her. But right now, she was turned on by the way he fucked her tits.
She'd never beard of anything like this before. She watched in utter fascination as he rocked to and fro and fucked hard into her tits. His huge cock thrilled her every time it moved against her delicate skin. And the way he continued to rub one nipple against the other filled her body with stark desire.
Her sexual tension mounted, then snapped when she felt his balls banging against the slopes of her tits. She arched up and almost threw the man off. He continued fucking her tits as an orgasm raged inside her body. Panting, moaning with joy, she blinked and tried to focus her eyes on the man fucking her in this bizarre fashion.
The mask hid his features. All she could see was his naked body and the tip of his prick emerging from the whiteness of her tits.
Even though her hands were tied securely behind her back, she struggled to rise and wrap her lips around the end of his cock. Her neck muscles protested but she wanted to encourage him to fuck her boobs faster. The warmth of the titfucking seeped into her chest and brought her entirely to life. She could forget about the pain in her body as long as he kept on fucking.
She managed to get the tip of her tongue pressed against the man's cock. He moaned slightly and speeded up the fucking. It was all she could hope for, being tied and at the man's mercy!
"You got great tits, baby," he said, more to himself than to her, "and I gotta fuck them all can. My balls feel like a goddamn pressure cooker."
He fucked faster. As he did so, he rammed harder against the pliant flesh of her tits, causing his prick to sink deeper into the cock warmed mountain of titflesh. She was able to capture the entire end of his cockhead inside her mouth.
The girl sucked hard on his cock, tasting a bitter drop of pre-cum beading there. Before her tongue could dig deeper into his piss-slit, he pulled back. She craned her neck again as he rushed back.
She was at the point of orgasm from the titfucking. The way he kept his hands moving all over her hard nipples helped. Thrills of sexual electricity seemed to jump from one nipple to the other. And when he took each pebbly nubbin of flesh in his fingers and rolled them around, she did come.
"Aieeeee!" she shrieked, her come blotting out all the pain in her body.
This was the only way she could escape the demands placed on her by her wrists and cunt and legs and other places of stark agony. She cheated the pain by experiencing the ultimate in human pleasure.
And she needed more right away.
"Fuck more," she begged. "Drive that cock into my tits. I need it. . . I need you fucking my titties!"
He fucked. His hips pistoned in and out like a sex machine His cock reamed so far through the mountainous pass of her fleshy boobs that she was able to get more and more into her mouth. She tasted the salty butter and the bitterness of his precum again. And then she got a mouthful of jizz.
His prick leaped and jerked hard in the clinging confines of her boobs. She felt his bans pumping fiercely. Another spurt of his jism rocketed into her mouth.
She sucked for all she was worth until a muscle cramped in her neck. The sharp pain forced her to put her head back down on the floor. When her mouth left the still fountaining prick, he gushed out his jizz all over her hair and face.
Mary Lynn tried to dodge the flood, but couldn't.
"Don't come in my face, please!" she cried.
The man paid her no attention. He kept his cock moving in and out of her tits, fucking furiously, getting the most pleasure he could before the last drop of cum was milked from his balls.
She felt his cock go limp in the slick valley between her tits. He released his death's grip on her boobs and they resiliently sprang back into their proper seductive conical shape.
Mary Lynn's face was covered with strings of the gooey white cum. She tossed her head from side to side to get it out of her eyes. She failed. The rivers of jism seemed to flow only where it would humiliate her the most.
"Lick it all off," the man said, his voice steely hard.
She looked up and saw his cock dangling just inches from her mouth.
"No," she said. "I wanted you to come in my mouth. You came all over my face. I won't lick it off your cock now."
He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and jerked her face into his crotch. She gasped for air and started licking. The girl started to sob gently as her tongue worked on his prick. Even when she got some little amount of enjoyment from what they did to her, they managed to change it into a humiliating experience.
Never had she felt so alone as when the man dropped her head back to the floor and left without a word.