Paul Gable - Sorority slavegirls

Without cocking his arm, Scott lashed the end of the riding crop across the girl's flat belly. Vickie's stomach tightened, then turned over. Scott snarled, his lips curling up and revealing his square, white teeth. For an instant, she confused his face with that of the dog's.

"Little bitch, little society bitch!" he growled, backhanding the crop across her right cheekbone. The force of that blow snapped her head to the side. Vickie choked on a scream. She could feet cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek. She was bleeding! God, they were going to scar her face for life! She could feel the blood trickling into one corner of her mouth. The girl ignored the pain radiating from her ribs to her belly. This had to be the final round in this torture. She couldn't imagine them doing anything more.

"I'm not… not what you say. I'm not!"

"Lying little slut!" Scott barked, the smile on his face fading. "You're trying to tell me you're some kind of saint when I saw you crawling all over this Goddamned floor with that mutt and half the guys here?"

"Oh. Vickie no," Shari groaned, lowering her eyes.

"That's right, baby. But don't you think it's gonna be different with you. You'll be braying like a Goddamned whore when I get through with you."

"That's it, Scott! Man, tell 'em. Tell 'em we use the sorority just for kicks, for the girls we can get down here," the others said.

The slicing pain of another blow across one nipple left Vickie breathless with pain for a second. After her first shriek there came an involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly. The pain seemed to go on and on, throbbing like a gash. Her head reeled even more than before. She could feel the cold cement blocks, scraping painfully across her butt as her body banged and swayed from side to side against the wall.

Vickie ground her teeth together, hating Scott and the others bitterly. She wanted him to come close enough for her foot to kick into his balls. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted pain, slowly regaining control of herself.

"Got anything to say, bitch? Man, you girls parade around in that sorority like queens, thinking that nothing in the world can touch you. All those stupid parties, those stupid dances. Man, some of the girls know where the real action is," Scott said, looking around the room and pointing at his buddies.

"You filth!" Vickie spat out. "Nothing but losers, an of you. You couldn't satisfy a woman normally, so you've gotta tie her up and treat her like this!"

Immediately the young blonde realized she'd touched a raw nerve. All the young men stiffened, sucking in their chats. There was an air of violence suddenly bristling in the room.

"Bitch!" Scott nearly screamed, slashing the end of the crop across Vickie's face. "Bitch, slut, Goddamned little whore," he shouted, spittle spraying from his mouth and flecking the girl's cheeks. He lashed out once more, peeling a small strip of skin from Vickie's tit.

The blonde teenager writhed helplessly in her chains from the cuts. She felt the warm stickiness of her blood trickling down her ribs, trailing along her belly. Scott looked at her, his eyes burning with lust and fury. She had said the unmentionable, questioned his masculinity.

From her hanging position, Shari could see that the twisting, bleeding body in front of him was arousing a strange kind of lust in the young man. The brunette shivered, feeling for the first time the real horror of her situation. Scott slid the crop back and forth in one hand, moving closer to the blonde.

Vickie moved one foot around experimentally. She hoped he'd come a little closer. God, she knew she'd be finished if she tried something. But the hatred and frustration over what they'd done to her boiled over. She had to fight back, kick back if necessary.

Scott jerked out one hand, grabbing at the girl's pussy. He twisted the hairs in his fist, pulling some out. Vickie screamed in pain, throwing her head back. Her body jerked and bounced in the rattling chains. The pulling, tearing sensation ripped through the girl like a rusty saw. Vickie jerked her right knee up, searching for the opening that would send it into his groin.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Vickie felt him snatching more pussy-hairs from her cuntal mound. He was snatching her crotch bald. The pain was horrible. Scott slapped her face back and forth with his other hand. Then she felt the crop once more against her face, her lips, the tops of her tits.

Vickie struggled, drawing herself higher against the wall. The edges of the iron manacles sliced flesh from her wrists. Vickie felt her hands going cold and numb as the nerves were tacked with the iron pressure. She screamed out at the man who screamed back. The rising din sounded like hell had broken through the tiled floor and established an outpost in this hunting lodge. The cries rang off the walls, almost drowning out Shari's pleas for them to stop.

More strokes crossed her nipples, burning the sensitive tips like flames. While the girl's legs moved up to wrap around him, to mash his balls to jelly, Scott's fingers found a deep grip on her pussyflesh.

Vickie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft skin of her cunt-lips. Oh, God, only now she realized just how much on fire her inner cunt-lips were! She was getting hot, turning on to this horrible treatment! Her eyes widened with surprise. She was juicing, getting moist, hot, just as if a lover had pinned her to the bed and was about to drive his dick into her snatch. Vickie shook her head back and forth, trying to drive the feeling from her mind.

"Like it, don't you? I knew you would. Baby, you and I got lots in common. We're gonna see lots of each other in spite of what you think now," Scott said softly.

Vickie knew no one else heard what he was talking about. She knew he was right. Oh, Lord, he was right. Something inside her was responding to him. There was a dark bond between them, something uncovered during the course of this horrible evening. Try as she might, Vickie couldn't ignore it. She would be like those other sorority sisters he talked about. There could be nothing to stop the perverted forces now loose in her mind and body. She was trapped – trapped by her own perverted lusts.

Now the battle changed. Scott still beat at her tits and belly with the crop. But his grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Vickie moved her hips, still looking for that opening that would let her mash his balls into a mess. But that end seemed less important now. The pain caused by the slashing whip merged with the pleasurable sensations radiating out from her pussy. With a groan, Vickie felt Scott push his face against her tits.

The blonde teenager felt hot fuck-oil running in her cunt. She felt the bulge of the young man's dick with her thigh. But when she tried to knee him in the groin, she only slithered her leg up the side of his stiff lick. It was a movement of love, not revenge.

"Yeah, love it, honey, love it!"

Vickie hated herself from shrinking away from her former resolve. It was as if she fully acknowledged her total degradation. There had always been a shred of hope for her moral salvation. But now, hanging here like this, almost embracing Scott in front of Shari and his friends, she was publicly announcing her own perversion.

"Wanna fuck here, baby? Wanna fuck me in front of the guys, in front of your little friend?" His words injured her pride. She watched horrified as Scott opened his flannel shirt, unzipped his Levi's and pushed the torn trousers down to his knees. Vickie heard Shari cry out from somewhere in the distance. But the young blonde was in a world of her own. The prospect of feeling his lick and his whip both battering her at the same time held her more a prisoner than the cuffs on her wrists.

No, nothing could save her from the moral garbage heap she'd landed on. Her tits heaved with the deep breaths she took. Vickie rolled her head from side to side. She tried to keep her eyes from the big tapered end of his dick. It was a familiar sight to her. But now, in conjunction with such immediate and severe pain, Scott's dick took on a new, enlarged meaning for the young blonde teenager.