Paul Gable - Stripped and whipped

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

The long thick cock fucked into her cunthole like a fat greased finger. The heavy flow of her cuntjuice made Lisa's cunt slippery for the invading prick.

Gus fucked her harder, savaging her, hitting her now and then across the face while twisting his hips and fucking her even more brutally. In another moment, the girl couldn't disguise the awesome feelings building in her cunt. She had never felt anything so comprehensive, so overwhelming that it made her belly swell with tension.

The young woman fucked back for all she was worth. Gus gave his cock a sharp jerk, reaching up and twisting his fingers in her hair. He pulled back, tearing more hair from her scalp while shoving his mouth down on hers and sticking his tongue down her throat. She could feel his spit oozing down into her belly as he fucked down deep and hard. Tearing his mouth from hers, he ripped at her hair mare savagely than before.

"Tell me you wanna get fucked, and fucked real good by me!"

"No, no, no!"

Lisa couldn't. Clenching her teeth together, she fought back to keep the terrible words from exploding over her lips.

"Tell me!"

He was shouting now, tearing at her hair and fucking her harder, hammering his prick against her clit until she felt the tiny organ shrinking back from the heat. And while fucking his cock into her pussy, he pushed his fingers all the way up into her asshole once more. Lisa let out a cry, her face turning white once more.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she cried, her words bouncing off the walls.

"Just what I'm doin'."

Gus laughed at his triumph, twisting his fingers around in her asshole as he fucked his prick in all the way. He was going to cum! He was going to cum and she was going to climax with him! Lisa could feel the tension building in her, her pussy tightening around his cock, holding it as his balls started to tremble. Her belly rubbed against his as his bruising fingers on her nipples made every bit of her big tits ache.

Then the girl felt teeth clamping on the side of her throat while his fingers fucked deep into her ass. She needed that odd release, needed to feel his prick, sending streamers of cum into her cunt. Yes, cum! That's what the boys at school called that sticky white stuff that shot out of their cocks. And that was what she would feel spitting from Gus' prick.

"Uhhhh-ohhhhh!"

A flash of delicious fire singed Lisa's clit, making the tiny organ throb and spasm. It was happening, Lisa thought, feeling her world explode as she kicked her legs high in the air and hugged Gus' body. The itchy, burning sensation around her pussy grew more and more concentrated, until Lisa found herself gulping in oxygen to feed her bruised body.

"Man, that's it, come on, rut it out, bitch! Gimme that good piece of ass!"

Lisa couldn't stop. It was as if she were a runaway train, going out of control as her cunt clamped down on the cum-shooting cock. The whirling knot of tension in her belly finally exploded as she came and came, her cunt clenching on his prick at least twice for every wad of cum that shot from the piss-slit.

And as Gus hovered over her belly and dumped his spunk into her cunt, Lisa shivered, wondering whether she would ever become as terrified and spineless as Kathy.

Elena was right. Lisa had learned the rules in a very short period of time. On the third day, she lost a good deal of her long blonde hair. A severe-jawed matron cut it short, almost making her look like a boy. After Gus had finished with her, he'd dragged her, half-bleeding and naked, back to her cell, where Anna was waiting for her. It must be a regular, horrid routine, the girl thought as she was led to the showers and washed.

The next few days dragged on without incident. At least, she thanked God, there were no more beatings. She saw some of the other girls, none of whom looked as if they wanted to talk. They all wore the same, sullen, dulled look – as if the life had been beaten from them. Lisa wondered just how long they'd been there. On the fourth day, she was put on garbage detail.

"Clean out the garbage," Anna said, pointing to a stinking part of the kitchen after turning on a switch that filled the room with a sickly yellow light.

Lisa looked inside. She staggered, grasping the wall for support. It was filthy. There were rats scurrying in and out of the decaying food, and clots of something undefinable stained the floor.

"Get on with it! Drag out this mess and clean the floor," Anna said, slapping Lisa hard across the ass.

"Where-where's the other girl?" Lisa asked, backing away from the matron. She looked at her feet, then at the garbage, trying to keep her distance.

"Kathy? She didn't feel well. She's at the clinic."

The matron drew herself up taller as she stepped through the door. Her keys rattled against her thighs. Lisa watched her, remembering how lustful she had looked when she had whipped the teen mercilessly.

"Pray to God you're stronger. We don't like girls who try to slack from work!"

"But…"

There was no use arguing with the matrons. They made the rules, and they ran the ship. Lisa sighed, turning around to the filth on the floor. She wished she could die.

"You heard me," Anna said, leaning toward her threateningly. "Work!"

Lisa shrank back. The woman seemed to grow a foot when she shouted her commands at the cringing girl. The images of the crop, of the electricity, of the awful fucking she'd endured on the floor of that back room all flashed back in her mind. No, she couldn't go through that again. She looked at the bloodless fury in Anna's face and kept her eyes on the matron, bending over to start dragging out the garbage.

Anna stared at Lisa, her eyes narrowed. It was difficult to clean. There were no tools, no shovels, not even a broom. It was, Lisa assumed, a way to humiliate the new girls even more. She scooped up a pile of the smelly rotting mess only to find a decomposing body of a large rat. Turning, Lisa vomited up yellow bile, messing her dress and the garbage, while her guts seemed to be tearing out. Her dress was covered with the horrid mess, and she shook her head, weeping. Looking up at Anna, she hoped the woman would have pity. But the matron simply stared back, her eyes wide.

Lisa felt her entire body quivering like a willow in a gale. Her muscles were weak. Mustering her strength, the girl dragged herself to her feet when Anna looked as if she might strike her with the keys. As horrible as it was, the girl still wanted to live, to keep herself in one piece and not feel more whips slamming into her. She grabbed the garbage again and dragged it toward the doorway. Other girls outside stood as stiff as statues, watching as Lisa moved quickly from the large bin outside back into the cellar, scooping up more of the rotting mess and taking it out, until it was all packed away in the garbage bin.

"Now clean it up! You're lucky I didn't decide for you to lick the floor, as well!" Anna shouted, pointing one crooked finger toward a bucket and pail.

Lisa went to her hands and knees. The scrubbrush and bucket waiting there for her seemed to be the sanest thing she'd encountered at the school since she'd arrived.

Lisa worked from the door toward the back wall, the clean space fanning out behind her like a river delta. Moving from left to right, she always scrubbed just in front of herself. Her knees started to hurt. The whip-stripes glued the dress to her skin. But Lisa scrubbed on, her nails shredding from the harsh soap solution. Her knuckles were raw. The fan-shaped area she'd cleaned was less than halfway to the wall in back when the matron called to her.

"You! You're finished with the cleaning over there," she said with a gesture.

Lisa rose to her feet, pushing loose strands of hair from her face. Wiping the sweat from her face, she picked up the bucket and wearily moved toward the doorway.