Chapter 7
"Run!" David shouted, out of patience. "Here, I'll help you get your lazy ass moving!"
He fired his pistol from less than three feet away, his shot hitting Janet right in the center of one perfectly rounded asscheek. Dark-blue paint splattered over her silky flesh and fiery pain tore through her straining body. Janet almost fell to her knees. The pain was worse than she would have ever believed possible.
It was as though she had been hit by a club and stung by a bee at the same time. Her lush ass jiggled with the impact as she stumbled for-ward on her high heels. The agony that flared through her ass was so terrible that for an instant she thought David had shot her with a real gun.
She ran, wobbling on her spike heels as though they were stilts. She had to lean far forward because of the way her arms were bound, and she was certain she would fall. She ran toward one of the twins, but as she neared him, he raised his gun. She didn't even have time to scream before he pulled the trigger.
This pellet was yellow, and it splattered over one of her full, silky tits with an impact that drove the athletic young babysitter to one knee. It was as though someone had set her tit on fire, as though her flesh had been torn from her body. For a moment, Janet was paralyzed with the pain. She watched through misting eyes as the yellow paint flowed down over the jutting slope of her tit.
The other twin fired his gun at her from across the yard, his shot hitting her in her shoulder and almost knocking her down. Red paint splashed across her cheek and down her shoulder and arm. The twin in front of her fired again, hitting her other tit this time, and the blinding pain drove the sexy young blonde to run. She was running for her survival now, certain that if she was hit by very many more of the awful pellets, the agony would kill her.
"Run, you dirty whore!" Pat shouted, running after the stumbling girl, his gun held high. Her firm, round ass looked even sexier covered with the coat of blue paint David had splashed there, and Pat wanted to add some decoration of his own. "Shake that lazy ass, baby-slut. Wiggle that slutty body over the fence and you can hitch a ride home!"
Janet ran desperately, curving away from Brian when he lifted his gun, trying to loop far enough around David that he wouldn't have a clear shot at her. She could hear Pat closing in on her from behind, and she tensed her ass-cheeks for the shot she knew would come.
Pleasure spread unexpectedly through her straining body as she tensed her ass. Her silky thighs were rubbing against each other as she ran, and the one quick contraction of her ass sent waves of pleasure through her dripping cunt. Janet buckled over, almost losing her balance on the spiked heels. Just as she regained her footing, Pat shot her ass.
"Nooooooo!"
She twisted forward, trying to stay on her feet as the pounding pain of the impact knocked her forward. Paint splashed through her parted thighs to splatter her steaming cunt, and her pussy began to spasm.
"No! Noooooo! You've got to stop! What are you doing to me?"
Pat's paint was a cheerful shade of green. As his first shot dripped down from Janet's soggy crotch, he fired again, this time hitting her in the back of her head. Her shiny blonde hair was splattered with green as she sprawled across the deck. He fired again as she was falling, this pellet hitting her in the soft, flat flesh of her belly, driving the air from her lungs.
Janet skidded off the edge of the deck and landed in the soft, green grass beside it. She rolled over and over, her sexy, paint-splattered body squirming in the grass as she tried to grind the terrible pain from her senses. She left a multi-colored smear on both the deck and grass. When she saw it, spread wet and glistening behind her like the trail of a slug, she burned with humiliation. The boys just laughed and closed in for the kill.
She struggled back to her feet just as David fired his pistol. The paint pellet caught her high on her right thigh, making her silky flesh jiggle. She tried to hobble away, but Brian appeared in front of her, holding his gun like a policeman on a firing range. He shot her three times in quick succession, once in each tit and once in her forehead. Janet had an instant to note that his paint was shimmering white before the shot to her head blinded her.
She stumbled back, off balance, white paint flowing down her face. She felt as if her tits had been crushed, her ribs broken. She spun in an awkward circle away from Brian and David, but the twins were right behind her. They fired their guns in unison and her left leg went numb.
She fell helplessly into the grass, her paint-drenched body squirming wildly against the green of the lawn. Both her legs were numb with pain, and her head was pounding from the two shots that had hit her there. Her tits were bruised and swollen and her ass burned as though from a terrible beating. She could sense the boys gathering around her, but she couldn't even see them because of the white paint Brian had sprayed her with. She was completely helpless.
She slithered desperately across the lawn, writhing like a lean, sexy, snake through the grass. Her velvety thighs rubbed together, smearing paint and pussyjuice all over her soft, pure flesh. With her hands bound between her shoulder blades, her face and tits were ground into the dirt, and the friction against her nipples made them stand up as stiff and hard as steel spikes.
"Let's blow this sorry slut away," Pat said softly, and they began to shoot.
The pain of being shot once was nothing compared to the agony of having all five boys empty their guns on her wriggling, helpless young body. Janet screamed and thrashed wildly, but it was impossible to escape the terrible punishment. The first five shots burned into her ass and upper thighs like liquid fire, varnishing her silky flesh with five shades of paint. Pat kicked her over on her back before they fired another round.
The sexy, shapely blonde rolled and tossed beneath the barrage of paint pellets. Blazing pain ignited through her face and tits and stomach and thighs. It was as though every inch of her flesh was screaming with agony from this new torture. Even the pain in her arms and back had vanished under the burning, beating agony of the paint guns.
But her cunt was on fire.
The battered girl couldn't believe what was happening. It was the most degrading thing she had ever experienced. She tried vainly to stop her thighs from rubbing together, her cunt from twitching and roiling and leaking fresh pussy-juice. Her clit was vibrating as though it was ready to explode. Tears ran wet tracks through the paint that covered her face. They were tears of shame at her own dirty passion as much as from the pain of her torture.
"Look at that!" David shouted. "All that shit about being too good to fuck, about what a high-class bitch she was, and now she's getting off from us just shooting her with these paint-guns!"
"Watch this," Pat said, and he kicked her long legs apart. He fired his pistol right between the peeled-back, blood-red lips of her cunt. "Let's give our high-class baby-whore just what she wants!"
Pain flared through the defiled blonde's body, pain that filled every nerve ending with fire. Her cuntlips felt as if they'd been pounded to mush, and the interior of her pussy sizzled with the wash of paint.
Janet shrieked, her eyes snapping open and her mouth forming itself into a giant circle. Paint dribbled into her mouth as she screeched with lust and pain.
The tortured babysitter stared out at her tormentors, her eyes wild with the intensity of pain and excitement raging through her over-loaded body. She twisted and jerked uncontrollably, every nerve ending scorched with pain, her pouting pussy ablaze with lust.
The twins grabbed her slender, twisting legs and spread them far apart while the other boys moved in with their guns. They took turns blasting her helpless pussy with the hard pellets of paint, washing her battered cunt in a rainbow of colors. The beautiful blonde girl writhed, squealing in agony.
"You love it, don't you?" Pat asked, reloading his gun and shooting her wriggling pussy again. "Tell us how much you love it, baby-slut! Come on, tell us how much you want us to make you scream!"
Janet looked up at them with wide, glazed eyes. Spit dribbled from her lips and she rolled her head from side to side as though denying that anything so terribly perverted could be happening to her. All the boys were jacking off now, and she could feel the squirts of their pre-cum as it spotted her paint-crusted body. She could smell their cocks, the funky, musky odor that an hour ago had made her want to throw up. Now it was making her pussy squirm with desire.
"I love it!" she cried, her hips squirming wildly. "I've loved everything you've done to me! I'm a slut! I'm a dirty, cock-hungry slut!"
"You learned your name," Pat said with a nasty grin. Janet screeched as he stuck the barrel of his gun into her cunt. "I think you deserve a reward."
Janet screamed just before Pat pulled the trigger. When the gun went off, she didn't make any sound at all. She shivered uncontrollably. Her tits shifted heavily across her heaving chest. Her flat, satiny stomach trembled. Her taut thighs and silky asscheeks quivered. Her face drained of color and gooseflesh rose all over her body. She broke into a cold sweat that made her painted body glisten in the bright afternoon sunlight.
It was the most terrible pain she had ever experienced. And she was cumming.
Janet's cunt felt as though an explosive charge had been set off inside her. Her clit seemed torn and broken, her creamy pussyflesh scorched and bruised. The paint burned her cunt like an acid. And her body was going wild.
Her hips bucked a foot in the air as she dug the spiked heels into the lawn to brace her thrashing. She stared from one boy to the next, her eyes glued to the dripping lengths of their hardened young cocks. She was drooling for cock, hypnotized by cock, her cunt squirming around the load of green paint as though it was the longest, hardest prick in the world. Cunt-juice shot from her pussy like water from a fountain. It drenched Pat's gun and most of his forearm.
Pat fucked the gun deeper inside her and pulled the trigger again. Janet wailed like a lost soul and began to cum. Her cunt clutched at the cold, hard barrel of the gun, and fluttered wildly against Pat's knuckles. She fucked the gun savagely, impaling her shattered cunt on the unyielding metal of the gun. Pussyjuice bubbled from her cunt, mixing with the paint to form a rainbow waterfall down the quivering crack of her ass.
"Look at that!" Brian's eyes were wide with wonder. "She's cumming! She's getting off on getting fucked with a gun!"
Janet heard the boy's words and the terrible hunger in his voice, but it wasn't enough to stop the crashing waves of lust that were smashing through her writhing body.
"That's right, slut!" Pat growled, reloading as he fucked the gun in and out of her cunt. "Just fuck yourself on this big gun, you sorry whore! I'm going to show you what being a hot-assed bitch is all about!"
Janet barely heard Pat's threat. She was gasping for air and moving her head from side to side. The muscles up the insides of her silky thighs stood out like steel cords as her shapely ass bounced a foot above the ground.
Janet stared up at the four dripping cocks that hung above her twisting body and pretended that each of them in turn was the devastating rod that was destroying her defenseless little pussy.
"Please!" she whined suddenly, the sound of her voice surprising her. It was the trembling, throaty, lust-filled voice of a woman in the middle of a string of unstoppable climaxes. "Let me suck your pretty little cocks! Let me eat your cum!"
Pat shot her again, driving the pistol forward into her cunt as he pulled the trigger, and the lust-crazed babysitter lost the ability to speak at all. She wailed instead, keening with agony and excitement. Her finely muscled thighs clamped tightly around Pat's wrist and her cunt clutched his gun like a vise.
Pat slammed his fist against the trembling, tensed flesh of one thigh and fucked the gun farther up inside her. He was going to fuck the whole gun up inside her, his fist included.
"Pleeeaaassseee!" Janet cried, unable to put into words the mix of pleasure and agony that made her body squirm and tremble. Both Janet and the boys now knew she was pleading for them to continue their abuse, not stop it.