Chapter 9
"David, take Clint and get one of your barbells and as many weights as you can carry." Pat kicked Janet's hands away from her cunt. When his toe brushed her pussylips, she squealed and came. "Brian, there's a box of shit up on my bed. Bring it down. And bring a pair of your underwear. Vic, get the grill going. There's some charcoal by the side of the porch."
As the boys ran to do Pat's bidding, Janet tried to make sense of the shopping list he'd given them. She knew that he was planning to use the things to torture her in some way, and the mention of the grill terrified her.
Pat stared down at the sexy, squirming babysitter and felt his cock start to stiffen again.
A couple of hours ago she'd been a stuck-up little prick-tease. Now she was thrashing in the grass like some wild, wounded animal. Her gorgeous body was covered in a mix of paint, jism, sweat and piss. Her cunt was a raw, swampy mess, so gooey with sex juice and inflamed from the savage fucking they'd given her that it looked like the whole world had fucked it. Cum dripped from her asshole, too, and drooled from her parted lips to paint her swollen tits.
"Fuck me," Janet whimpered pitifully, digging her fingers into the grass and pumping her hips up into the air. "Please, Pat. I'm a good babysitter, aren't I? Please fuck me!"
Pat couldn't keep the smile from his face. He'd done it, he'd turned the stuck-up bitch into his personal slave girl. He'd broken her will completely, turned her into a slut who craved cock more than she wanted food or water.
Pat thought about some of the girls at school, pretty girls who'd pissed him off or turned him down when he asked them out. None of them were as beautiful as the slut in front of him, but you could never have too much pussy. There was one cheerleader at school, a girl with big tits and black hair, that Pat had wanted for years. He wondered how she'd look with her face buried in Janet's blonde-furred pussy.
"Whore," he said quietly. "Say it. Tell me you're a whore."
"I'm a whore!" Janet whimpered. Her hands clawed at the air and her hips gyrated a foot above the ground. "I'm a whore! I'm a filthy, dirty whore! Can I please touch my pussy, Pat? I really need to touch my pussy bad!"
"No," Pat said sharply.
Brian walked back outside with the box in his hands. David was rolling a cart through the gate, Clint right behind him.
"You're not just a whore, Janet. You're my whore. Say it."
"I'm your whore!" Janet cried. She clawed at her flat, velvety stomach, not daring to touch her cunt without Pat's permission. "I'm your dirty, filthy whore! I belong to you, Pat! I'll fuck you any way you want! I'll fuck anyone you want me to!"
Lust and terror mixed on the excited young blonde's face as she watched Pat unload the box that Brian held out to him. First he pulled out a pair of Brian's underwear. Next came three stiff leather belts, two of them decorated with big metal studs. After that, Pat pulled out a smaller box and an odometer. The last thing from the box was what terrified the helpless babysitter the most. It was a two-foot length of metal, wrapped with tape on one end, with a big metal letter F on the other. Pat tossed it to Vic.
"Put that on the fire," he said with a giggle. He turned to Janet. "You're not just my whore, you're my toilet. Say it."
"I'm your toilet, I really am!" The conquered babysitter looked at Pat, then at the iron Vic was nestling among the glowing coals. "You can piss on me whenever you want to! I'll drink your piss all day long! You can shit on me, Pat! All of your friends can shit on me!"
Pat pulled a capsule out of the smaller box he held and showed it to Janet for an instant. A moment later he began to stuff the whole box of them into her cunt. Janet gasped as the cool, smooth capsules filled her overheated pussy. She had a quick, hard orgasm as Pat filled her with them. But without warning, searing cold pain flashed through her cunt, making her scream with surprise and pain. She heard a series of small popping noises.
"That's the first part of this trick," Pat said, scooping more of the capsules into her cunt. He was pushing them into her pussy now, and having to hold one hand cupped over her cuntlips to keep them from tumbling out. "I fixed these up special. They've got some of that candy that pops when it gets wet, and I've seasoned them with some ground pepper and some itching powder. The more you move, the more your cunt juices, and the more of those you're going to set off."
Janet groaned, her body shaking with agony and orgasm as Pat stuffed more of the capsules inside her. Her cunt was filled to the brim with them, stretched like a huge elastic pocket with the hundreds of capsules Pat had shoved inside her.
Without warning, Pat grabbed his younger brother's underwear and put them on Janet's thrashing legs. He had to use both hands to pull them over her lush hips, but once he had them pulled up, the capsules were held tightly inside her. More capsules went off, and the squirming young blonde moaned her way through another orgasm.
"Here's this shit," David said. He had a cart overloaded with weights of various sizes. "Fuck, she looks sexy in those shorts!"
Pat didn't answer. He clipped the odometer to the back of the shorts and picked up the barbell. With a rough efficiency, he used the nylon cord to tie the metal pole across the gorgeous blonde's shoulders. He looped the rope around her graceful, slender throat, then tied her arms to the barbell all the way to her elbows. With her forearms draped over the metal bar, Janet looked like the victim of some medieval torture. Pat jerked the helpless beauty to her knees.
"Twenty-five pounds on each side," he said to David. "To start with!"
Janet yelped when the fifty pounds settled on her shoulders. She was so tired, so worn down by the vicious gang rape and the torture with the paint guns, that she could barely hold herself up. More of the capsules went off inside her steaming, swampy cunt, and she almost buckled over. The explosions sprayed the burning peppers through the tenderized flesh of her cunt, and the itching powder made her cunt squirm and wriggle all the more. She could barely believe that a boy as young as Pat could devise such an awful torture.
"Here's the game," Pat said, walking in front of the captive blonde; "You walk around the pool. If you go too slow, we beat you. You stop and I'm going to brand your tight ass with my family initial. You better get started."
"Noooooo!" Janet cried, dropping her head as far as the loop of nylon around her throat would permit. "No, Pat! Please fuck me!"
Pat slashed the belt across her heavy, hanging tits. Fire poured through her tender flesh. Her nipples burned bright red in the center of a stripe of angry white across her tits.
"Please, Pat!" she howled. More capsules exploded inside her, making her jerk and tremble. "Piss on me! Please, I'll drink all of your piss!"
Pat whipped the studded belt around her right hip, letting the tip of the belt sting her silky ass. Pain flared through the tortured blonde's side and a half dozen of the capsules went off inside her cunt. She screamed and stumbled to her feet.
"Shit on me, Pat! Please shit on me!" Tears were running freely down her face now, and pussyjuice was rolling down her long, tapering legs. "I'll even eat your shit, Pat! I'm your slave! I'm your sex-toy! You own me, Pat! I belong to you!"
"I already know that," Pat said with a sneer. He turned to Vic. "Give me the iron. I guess the worthless piece of shit isn't going to move."
Janet wailed and stumbled forward blindly. Her legs felt like rubber from the ordeal she'd already gone through, her cunt and ass like raw hamburger, and the exploding capsules in her pussy made her knees buckle with pain and ecstasy. The fifty pounds across her shoulders made her whole body burn with pain.
"Look at that ass shake now," one of the twins said. He hit Janet across both bouncing asscheeks with the leather belt he held. "You've finally got her moving that tight ass like she knows what to do with it."
Janet stumbled along, the five boys trailing behind her. They laughed at her and called her filthy names. Every step she took set off more capsules inside her cunt, and the peppers and itching powder were building a fire in her pussy that was driving her mad. All she could think about was a long, hard cock fucking the itching and burning away. She shook her ass even more, hoping to entice one of the boys into fucking her.
"You fucking whore!" Pat shouted, slapping her across the shoulders with his studded belt. "You're getting real turned on by those little pills, aren't you? You want a cock? Well, if you don't move your lazy ass, I'm going to fuck you with that hot poker!"
The confused young blonde groaned with fear and wobbled forward faster, terrified at the thought of the blistering-hot metal being fucked inside her juicy pussy. Her shoulders were blazing with agony, and her calves were beginning to burn with pain from the unnatural way she was walking. A string of the capsules popped off inside her and she whimpered her way through a hellish, burning orgasm, but still she didn't falter.
"Our whore's sprung a leak," David said with a dirty laugh, nudging Pat. "What the fuck could you do to this slut that she wouldn't get off on?"
Janet moaned with shame, but there was no denying the thick flow of her cuntjuice. The crotch of Brian's underwear was soaked with pussyjuice. More flowed in sticky, transparent streaks down her legs. Every step she took smeared the slippery cuntjuice over her inner thighs. Pussyjuice dripped from the pooching crotch of Brian's underwear to leave a wet trail behind her.
The degraded babysitter cringed at the thought of the boys seeing her spilling pussy-juice all over herself. She contracted her cunt, trying to hold the boiling fuck-juice inside, but that only set off another string of Pat's capsules. A fresh wave of pussyjuice belched from her cunt as another pain-filled orgasm tore through her body. It made a wet, squishing noise as it showered down her satiny inner thighs, and the boys laughed even more.
"She's having too much fun." Pat tried to sound angry but he could barely keep from giggling with the others. "Twenty-five more on each side. And we're going to do a trot around the pool."
"All right," David said as he strapped the extra weights on the girl's shoulders.
Janet was certain she was going to fall, and she knew that once she fell, she wouldn't be able to get up again. The hundred pounds strapped on the barbell across her shoulders made her stumble from side to side. The spasming of her cunt made her legs tremble beneath her. And the spiked heels she wore made her calves burn and her feet cramp and ache. She wobbled forward as quickly as she could, almost falling with every step she took.
An instant later, a quartet of belts slashed across her flawless flesh. Janet screamed and almost fell. Leather straps scored her lush ass and long, tapering legs. It felt as though her ass and thighs were being cooked, as though she were being burned alive. She ran faster.
The young blonde was in the center of a universe of pain. The muscles in her arms and shoulders and neck blazed with the pain of having to hold up the weights. Her back and ass and legs were burning with the constant beating of the four leather straps the boys were hitting her with. The muscles in her feet and calves were knotted from trying to balance her weight on the high heels. Her asshole ached with the savage fucking it had taken. Her cunt was burning so terribly from the peppers and the itching powder that all the pussyjuice it was able to leak wasn't enough to put out the fire.
A string of the capsules popped off inside the straining girl's cunt, and she began to shiver, pleasure vibrating through her overworked cunt. She almost fell, and when she wrenched her hips to one side to regain her balance, another knot of capsules exploded. Janet wailed, her hips bumping and grinding while her tired legs pushed her forward.
She was over three quarters of the way around the pool now, and she pushed herself forward with the knowledge that once she completed the circle, she could slow back down. The boys were right behind her, waiting for her to slow down enough so that they could start swinging their belts again. Pat, she knew, was waiting for her to stop so he could burn his family initial into her flesh.
"Fuck, she did it," one of the twins said, disappointed.
"So you think that was fucking easy?" Pat screamed at her, ripping his studded belt across her ass as she wobbled forward. "You trying to make a fool of me, piss-slicker? You were supposed to fucking fall down!" He turned to David. "Fifty more pounds on each side! This time go a half a mile!"
"Noooooo!" Janet screamed as the two heavy weights settled onto her shoulders. "Pat, please, I belong to you!"
"I don't want you, you stinking bitch," he shouted. "A half mile, you fucking prick-tease! You're not done learning your lesson yet!"
"I am! I am!" she cried like a child, desperately trying to stay on her feet. "I know what I am, Pat! I know I'm a slut! I know I'm your slut!"
Janet tried to stumble forward, but it was useless. The weights bound across her shoulders poured liquid fire down her back and sides. Her neck felt as though it was about to break. The weights made her tilt crazily from side to side, wrenching her back, the muscles along her ribs. She stumbled off the deck and into the grass, trying desperately to propel herself forward.
They all began to whip her at once, five belts this time, raising a lot of welts on her tender flesh. A belt stung her face, filling her eyes with tears, and still she stumbled forward, blind to which direction she was moving.
The boys surrounded the anguished young blonde, slapping her ass, legs, tits and belly with the cruel leather straps. She jerked like a startled deer with every burning blow, tottering uncertainly from one foot to the other. Pat slashed his belt across the sensitive backs of her knees, and her feet went out from under her.
Janet twisted as she fell, screaming with agony. She knew that if she fell on her back, she was finished, she'd never be able to get up. But, if she fell on her knees, she might be able to keep going.
She hit the ground hard, the barbell smashing her face into the dirt. Her neck felt broken and her head throbbed with pain. Dozens of the capsules exploded in her cunt, filling her with lust and anguish. Her head and shoulders were pinned to the ground by the barbell, and her lush, silky ass was waving high in the air. She tried desperately to push herself to her feet, but all she managed to do was scoot herself a few inches along the ground.
"Beat the lousy slut!" Pat shouted, raining blow after blow across the smooth expanse of the cowering babysitter's back. "And Brian, get the iron! She's about to stop moving! I can't wait to put the family mark on her slutty ass!"
With a tiny, hopeless sight, Janet realized she would never be able to stand up with the weights strapped to her shoulders. There was only one thing left, to try to keep moving, to push herself along on her knees or squirm on her stomach. Anything to keep Pat from burning his initial into her defenseless flesh.
"Stop whipping her," Brian said. "If she wants to keep moving, let's see her do it with a guy fucking her ass."
"What guy?" Pat asked.
Brian massaged his big cock. It was almost completely hard now, standing out almost straight from his skinny body. "I want to fuck my cock so far up her ass that she can taste it!"
Janet didn't cry when Brian leaned his knees on top of hers and leaned his body against her back. She didn't even scream when he began to fuck the head of his huge cock into her reamed, reddened asshole. She was beyond screaming, beyond tears.