R Masters - Schoolgirl in chains

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieee!" she screamed, his rough cock hair was rubbing harshly over her cunt mound as he fucked her and mauled her tits, rousing her little clit. He was sparking a series of wild, exciting sensations on top of the cruel, painful ones, and the strange mixture of torture and arousal was driving her nearly mad.

After ten minutes of the rough treatment, she was becoming numb. But through the numbness she could feel a weird tingling building in her clit. She gasped and moaned as he continued to fuck into her little cunt, only now she could feel that her pussy was creaming hotly, pouring thick cunt juice out around his fucking prick shaft and out of her cunt hole. It was as if her tortured pussy was somehow separated from her thinking mind, acting on its own, no matter what sort of mortification she was feeling.

"Uuuuuuungh! You little cunt! You're creaming, you little tight-assed cunt!" Bud grunted as he fucked faster and faster. The cum began to build up in his balls, and he knew he would shoot soon. "Fucking dirty little tight-assed bitch!" He lunged forward suddenly, unloading his heavy wad of jizz into her scratched, bleeding cunt hole.

"Aaaaaah!" Vicki screamed when she felt his hot cum shooting along her bruised cunt walls, searing her raw cunt meat.

She began shaking uncontrollably, a dizzying series of contractions erupting along her tummy, cunt and thighs. She felt wave after wave of stimulating sensation wash over her. She had climaxed. She shut her eyes in disbelief, and tears began to flow once again down her cheeks.

Bud lay over her for a moment. His cock continued to shoot out little spurts of cum as her pussy muscles involuntarily contracted around his prick shaft. He groaned at the intense suction her little cunt was exerting on his fucker.

Then, when her contractions subsided and his prick had dribbled out the last of his cum, he withdrew. He looked down at Vicki strangely. He had felt the climax overtake her, had felt her cunt cream pour out over his cock shaft. But he did not have long to contemplate. A few moments later, Spike bellowed as his own orgasm overtook him and he shot his wad in Lana's sucking, hungry mouth.

Vicki blinked uncertainly, opening her eyes as Bud climbed off of her. She felt sweaty and slimy all over, and she could feel his thick sticky cum slowly oozing, out of her cunt hole. Please God, let it be over. Please let it be over, she prayed silently. She was exhausted and felt sick. Her tits throbbed painfully, and a dull ache pounded in her cunt.

Bud walked around the side of the bed and reached out for a handful of her long red hair.

Holding his wet sticky cock in one hand, he rubbed her hair back and forth over his prick with the other, wiping his cock off.

Vicki shuddered and closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at the sadistic grin on his face.

When he was finished cleaning his prick, he looked up at the others. "Guess you're next, Mike. Old Spike there looks kinda limp."

Bud had satisfied his aching lust for Vicki for the moment, and, as a good leader, he knew he had to offer the rest of his gang some of the goodies.

"Now, Mike, here, is an ass man, baby, so I think we better turn you over." He gazed down at Vicki again and chuckled softly at the sight of her fluttering eye lids.

Eagerly, Lana scooted around to the dresser and pulled out two keys. She flipped one to Mike and one to Bud.

Bud palmed the key, using it to unlock one of the manacles around Vicki's wrist, slowly sliding the heavy metal from off of her. She sighed with relief and slowly moved her wrist around, clenching and unclenching her fingers. She lowered her arm to her side, allowing the circulation to flow freely once again.

As Bud walked around to the other side of the bed to unlock the manacle around her other wrist, Mike was busy releasing her from her ankle bonds.

Sore and aching, Vicki tensed her muscles: ready to spring, ready to try to escape. Bud had said Mike liked asses. What did he mean? Ass-fucking! That was for real perverts, and she could never, never in a million years, accommodate a prick up her little shitter. No, far better that she at least try to escape from these insane rapists. They might end up killing her if she didn't get away.

As she felt the last of the heavy metal bonds falling away from her flesh, she made her move. She lurched up and bounced off the end of the bed, crushing into Spike. She hadn't reckoned on the tight, cramped condition her legs were in, and she collapsed not far from the doorway, desperately scrambling to get back to her feet, to make a break for it.

"You fucking bitch!" Spike threw himself on top of her, biting deeply into the soft flesh in the back of her neck. "Mmmmmmmmmm, just wait till it's my turn to fuck you, you bitch." He didn't really sound angry – he was enjoying the feel of her flesh rubbing against his.

He had her nailed to the floor with his weight, and he was humping his groin into her ass, smoothing his hands along her flanks.

Vicki began to cry again, the hopelessness of her situation overcoming her.

"Get off that little slut!" Bud commanded as he and Mike walked over to the pair.

Spike lifted himself off reluctantly, and Mike and Bud grabbed her arms and feet, swinging her between them like a hammock.

They heaved her onto the bed on her belly and set to work once again locking her wrists and ankles into the manacles. This time her tight curvy little ass was exposed, her mauled tits crushed beneath her into the bed.

"Will you look at that ass!" Mike rasped as he stepped back from the bed to get a better view of the girl's perfect, high, rounded little ass and her long smooth thighs. "Mmmmmmm, gonna love fucking that work of art!"

He began jerking on his prick as he watched Vicki writhe in terror. He could see the muscles in her sweet little ass clenching and unclenching.

"Oh, God, please! Please don't! No one – no one's ever gone near my ass – you'll kill me!" Vicki whimpered, shaking furiously now.

She was terribly vulnerable in this position, with her legs spread wide, her ass and entire crotch exposed to the view of the boys. She felt fear, yet at the same time she could feel that she was aroused. Her nipples were hard and tingly. Her cunt was churning pussy cream down her thighs.

Maybe the body reacts to fear in exactly same way as it does to sexual excitement, she thought briefly. But then she jerked violently as she felt a hand smooth its way down her ass, slicing into her ass crack.

"Uuuuuuuungh!" she grunted, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead and tits. "No! No!"

"You know, Mike, this bitch is an uptight little prick teaser, and I think I better warm her up for you a little bit before you try to fuck her," Bud said.

He picked his pants up off the floor and began to slide his leather belt from the loops.

"Yup. Gonna have to warm that little ass of hers up a little."

Mike gave in to Bud as he always did. He took his hand out of Vicki's warm, slippery little ass cleft and stepped back, his cock jerking and lurching as much at the prospect of seeing Bud punish the girl as from touching her flesh.

Bud coiled the belt in his hand, pulling tightly on it. "Well, little bitch – you want old Mike, here, to fuck your ass, don't you?"

"No!" Vicki cried, wrenching her head up, trying to look at them all over her shoulder.

Bud quickly drew back and then flicked his wrist, sending the end of the belt whizzing out till it slapped hard against the soft mound of her left ass cheek.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeee!" she hollered, the stinging pain flashing throughout her body.

There was a burning sensation where the belt had hit her ass, and she knew a welt was forming there. With very little pause, Bud lashed out again, hitting Vicki's right ass cheek this time.