Paul Gable: Stripped and whipped

She felt one hand moving down between her thighs, the fingers squeezing her white flesh, gathering it up into tiny balls and pinching it until she had wailed and jerked her legs farther apart.

Lisa rolled her head from one side to the other, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she felt his digits inching their way up toward her pussy. She could feel his thumb squeezing into her cunthole for leverage as his other fingers clawed along her cuntslit.

Lisa let out a groan, feeling grossly uncomfortable. And then Gus jammed two fingers into her cunt.

"Awk!"

Lisa's eyes rounded suddenly, her spine, arching back while she wallowed her shoulders against the floor behind her. The breath left her lungs as she screamed at the sudden, violent intrusion. He was fucking her with his fingers, twisting them around and fucking in and out until the callused, dirty fingertips touched her cherry. It was too much!

Lisa's knees jerked out and her fists beat at the big man's face. He was hurting her, spearing into her with his fingers while his body pressed hers flat against the floor. She could hardly breathe! And now there was the awful pain, the humiliating pain of his fingers fucking into her virgin cunt.

Gus pushed his fingers in a little more, making the puckered, bunched flesh in her pussy throb more intensely. Lisa let out another howl, tears flowing from her eyes and her cheeks flushing with the agony.

"No, don't – oh God, don't do this to me!" she cried.

"Man, you ain't never been fucked before! That's a trip!"

"Please, don't-don't…"

Gus felt her pissing on his fingers once again. Cursing, he jerked his hand away from her cunthole, then shoved his piss-slicked fingers against her lips. Lisa gagged, pulling her head away from the foul-smelling fingers. But Gus refused to let her get away that easily. Once more, he pushed his fingers up to her lips, rubbing them back and forth until he was coating her teeth with urine. It was more than the girl could stand. Retching, Lisa thrashed and kicked, feeling her world coming unglued as Gus readied her for her first fuck.

Lisa sighed with relief when Gus finally pulled his awful-tasting fingers from her mouth. She caught her breath. He was licking her nipples now, the nubs still a little sore from having been clamped by the awful alligator clips and the electricity that had surged through them.

Gus bit down hard on her nipple, rolling up his eyes and watching the teen's face grow white from the pain. Laughing, he pulled back, struggling to his feet. Lisa watched him unblinkingly, wishing she had a knife, anything sharp she could stab into his belly. She could see a large cock-bulge tenting up the front of his jeans. It was big, and he was going to shove that prick into her.

"Get up!"

"What-what are you going to do to me now?" the girl asked.

Lisa had no wish to leave the floor now. Gus was thinking of something vile, something horrible to do to her before he finally fucked her. Thoughts of Anna and Elena rushed through her mind once again.

"Gonna warm up that ass. Since you haven't had a cock in you, baby, you're gonna need something to get you goin'."

"No, don't!"

He jerked her up from the floor, wheeling her around and nearly sending the teen stumbling back to the concrete once more. Lisa found herself stumbling into a wall, her hands braced on either side of her body as her nose crushed against the rough cinderblock. Gus took her by the elbows and dragged the protesting girl to a set of pipes running parallel to the floor. They were warm but not burning to the touch, Lisa found as she slipped her hands around them and waited for Gus to make his move. She had little time to wait. Moving quickly, the big man pulled two pieces of rope from his rear pocket, taking one and looping it around her right wrist.

"Looks like they've gotten to you already. Well, that's okay. They haven't popped your fuckin' cherry yet," Gus said, "and that's all that matters to me, baby."

Lisa watched fascinated as he threaded the quarter-inch line around itself, securing it and her wrist with a double knot to the narrow pipe. He worked the second rope in much the same way, tightening the line until it creased her flesh. Lisa was firmly bound to the pipes, her knees pressing against the wall while her feet slipped over the cold, smooth floor. Gus crooned gently, his fingers smoothing over her ass, back and thighs, inching toward her cunt. The girl let out a low groan, her head falling back.

Then Gus' fingers slipped away from her.

There was a soft hissing sound, the sound of leather sliding over material. Panicked, the girl turned around just in time to see Gus folding his belt in two, gripping the black leather strip with one hand and rubbing his prick with the other. She knew what was going to happen. Already Lisa felt her flesh becoming terribly sensitive flesh becoming terribly sensitive as she jerked and twisted, her movements making her asscheeks jiggle invitingly.

"Man, somebody really took the leather to you already," Gus said, examining the bright red marks on her flesh. "Bet you could use another lashing thought, right?"

"No, no, you're all crazy!" the girl wailed, tugging wildly at her ropes.

She felt her long hair splashing across her face and whipping over her narrow shoulders as Gus paused for a moment before cutting the air with his belt.

"Yaghghhhh!"

Lisa jumped from the floor, her head jerking back as she felt the leather slicing through her assflesh. It was harder, much harder than the blow she'd received from the floor matron earlier that day. Her knees buckled, banging painfully against the wall in front of her.

Gus laughed behind her, rubbing the leather with his fingers, then bringing it back once more and snapping it above his head. Lisa jumped each time as if he had let out a pistol shot against her ear. The pain throbbed through her ass, making the flesh pucker and rise in an ugly purple welt. Lisa sniffed, shaking the tears from her flushed face as she tensed and waited for the next blow. Her asscheeks bunched against one another, tightening as Gus snapped the black leather belt again and again.

And then Lisa let out another chilling shriek. Another hot, stinging blow savaged her ass, the end of the belt cutting cruelly into her white flesh. This time the tip curled around her inner assflesh, making the young woman's asshole wink with agony as she hurled herself against the wall again. The ropes cut into her wrists like knives.

Gus moved around this time, bringing a third blow hard against her asscrack. It was as if someone had squeezed hot wax into her asshole. Lisa shrilled out a high-pitched squeal, her body jerking and twisting, her arms knotted with cramped muscles as she jerked and pulled against the cruel ropes holding her to the pipes.

Gus started beating her regularly now, slapping the belt again and again against the backs of her shivering thighs. He was timing the blows to match the opening and closing of her asscheeks, snapping the leather into her shitter again and again, until Lisa thought he would rip her asshole open.

"Eagghghhhhh!"

"Like I said, gotta warm up that ass," Gus said, kicking her in the ass with one booted foot and threatening her with more.

Lisa sank down to the floor, her head back, her hair sweeping over her lower back while her knees spread widely apart. She couldn't take any more. She just couldn't.

Gus brought the belt down between her shoulder blades, scarring the white flesh and making the teen roll forward. She struck her forehead against the wall, the blow knocking her senseless. Hanging there, feeling her nerves separating in her wrists from the pulling weight of her body, Lisa wanted only to die. Surely that had to be better than enduring this agony. She felt the blows against her upper arms, over her ass and down across her back. But they were dulled now.