R Masters - Schoolgirl in chains

Slowly, Vicki became numbed to the pain. When he finally shot his load up her ass and removed the pliers from her tits, he demanded that she lick his ass and tell him how good it tasted, how much she worshipped and adored him.

She did exactly as he demanded, so broken down, so racked with pain that she knuckled under to all of his demands.

For another hour and a half they tormented her. They fucked a wine bottle up her cunt, screwing it around unmercifully. Then Mike fucked her mouth hard, pulling her hair and bruising her lips.

And Lana who had waited patiently while the boys raped and ravaged the girl, provided the finishing touch. She brought out the scissors she had used previously and methodically clipped away the luxurious red locks that had contributed so much to Vicki's beauty.

Vicki wailed and blubbered as she felt the snip, snip, snip of the scissors, felt the fine wisps of her silky hair float down her back and over her tits.

Her girlfriends whispered behind her back. The boys leered at her more openly now. And even her parents' friends treated her differently. They were constantly giving her pitying looks, talking to her in subdued tones. At first, she hated it, but then it began to amuse her.

What a difference that one hot spring night had made! Bud and his gang had bundled her back into her tattered prom gown when they were done with her and had driven her to Central Park. Bud had threatened to go after her brother if she ever told anyone what had happened after she disappeared from the prom. Then he and Spike unceremoniously dumped her in a heap on the dew-laden grass and drove off.

The cops found her an hour later, unconscious. They rushed her to the hospital, where she was kept under observation for a week. Then she rested for a week at home. By that time, the school term was over, and summer vacation had begun.

She had told the cops that a motorcycle gang had kidnapped her and gang-raped her, so they had made her look through hundreds of mug shots. But she had told them she couldn't identify anyone.

She didn't know why she protected Bud and his gang. She just couldn't bring herself to tell the truth.

When she was feeling fit and rested again, she went to a beauty parlor and had her ragged red hair permed and styled, and she emerged with a fiery mop of wild thick curls. She looked more beautiful than ever. She felt like a different person. Her walk had a new sensual sway to it, her eyes had a mysterious depth to them.

And she was restless all the time. She spent hours in her room, finger fucking her horny cunt and twisting her fat nipples brutally. Her fantasies were violent and sexual. Sometimes she would wake up crying in terror, sometimes moaning with sexual need.

Finally, she decided to try to get back together with Sam Tomlin. He had, come to visit her in the hospital, but he had acted strangely, as if it were his fault that she had been kidnapped and raped. But now, she decided to make the first move. She had lost her cherry. What was the point of not fucking Sam now? She couldn't stand the emptiness in her pussy.

She stood at Sam's front door, dressed in a skimpy halter-top and tight cut-off denims. The lines of her beautiful ass were revealed in the close-fitting shorts, and her cute, pert tits thrust out invitingly through the thin fabric of the halter.

She rang the doorbell again. Sam, wearing a pair of red gym shorts, answered the door.

"My God – Vicki!" he gasped. He swab lowed and stared at her. His cock gave, an immediate lurch as he took in the sight of her gorgeous body, so fabulously revealed, her beautiful face so nicely framed in her cap of tight red curls. "God, you look great!"

"Thanks," she replied. "May I come in? Are you busy?"

"Er, no… I was just working out. Uh come on in. My folks are out golfing, so we have the place to ourselves."

"Great."

She walked into the living room with him and without ceremony plopped into the nearest chair. She scrunched over as far as she could and patted a spot next to her.

Sam looked at her strangely, but walked over and sat down.

The smell of his sweat and the nearness of his large muscular body excited Vicki. Her cunt began to squirm and churn, and thick oily cunt cream began to ooze out.

She glanced down at Sam's crotch and saw a big cock bulge there. She sighed and placed her hand on his tanned, muscular thigh. He jerked back in surprise, then smiled at her.

"You know, Sam, I've been doing a lot of thinking since – well, you know – since the prom… I know I've been an awful prick tease in the past, and, well, uh, I'd like to make it up to you."

"What?"

"God, Sam, I really dig you, you know. And, and… I'm horny as hell!"

Sam's eyes opened wide. He couldn't believe the change that had come over Vicki. He had always been really hung-up on her fabulous looks, but in the past he'd thought of her as sort of a spoiled brat and, underneath all her sexy appearance, pretty prim and proper.

With a sly smile on her face, she unzipped her cut-offs and slid her hand down through her curly cunt bush, probing her finger through her cunt lips. She wasn't wearing panties.

Sam's eyes popped. His cock sprang up, tenting the loose material of his shorts. "Jesus Christ!" he groaned.

He grabbed Vicki and tore her halter off, ripping the tie straps. Her firm tits jiggled invitingly on her chest as he threw the torn garment to the side. Immediately, he lowered his head and began to suck one of her hard, pointy nipples into his mouth.

"Aaaaaaaah, God, yes!" Vicki gasped, the wonderful stabs of pleasure beginning to race through her tits and spine again. Her cunt was creaming, and her little clit was already expanding, filling with blood.

As he sucked and nibbled at her tit-flesh, she awkwardly began to skin her tight shorts down her thighs, completely exposing her juicy, horny pussy.

"Oh, Jesus, yeah!" Sam rasped, overwhelmed by his sudden good fortune. "Jesus Christ! You're fuckin' hot. You're fuckin' beautiful!"

He mauled her tits and began to kiss up her neck, leaving little purple hickies here and there as he sucked hard.

Vicki was humping up at him, undulating her hips, trying to push her furry little cunt mound against his strong muscular thigh. Stimulation! She desperately needed stimulation.

"Harder, harder!" she gasped, pressing her hands over his, trying to get him to dig harder into her tit-flesh, to scratch the soft silkiness of her lovely, sloping tit.

With her other hand, she lowered the waistband of his gym shorts, revealing his huge cock, purplish and swollen.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she whimpered, feeling the wonderful rubbery surface of his aroused cock. "Goddamn! You gotta stab me with that thing – really ream me out!"

Sam couldn't believe the girl's lewd behavior. She was jacking hard on his cock, begging him to fuck her! It was beyond understanding.

"Unh-unh-unh!" she groaned. "Bite it! Bite my tit! Slap it! Slap it hard!"

Once again, Sam lowered his face over her beautiful, swollen tit and began to nibble at it. She pushed forward, pressing her tit-flesh hard against his mouth, but he just continued to nibble and suck.

"Goddamn you! Goddamn you!" she rasped.

She pushed his face away and began to knead and scratched her own tits. She took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted them hard, nearly all the way around. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets, and she humped and bucked on the chair, pushing her cunt mound hard against his thigh.

"See – like that, baby! Like that!" she groaned, nearly drawing blood as her nails dug into her heaving tits.

She was building up hot, violent fuck energy, and she couldn't stand Sam's slow, gentle caresses.