Max Sharkey - Teenager in torment

"Before we take you to the Mogul, I'm going to have some fun with you, bitch! Is she warmed up, yet?" Congressman Barth said to Samuel. Barth had the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. His mouth watered as he looked down at the kneeling, handcuffed blonde girl, rubbing his hardening prick into her face.

"She's ready for action!" Samuel said.

"All right!" Barth exclaimed prying her lips open and sticking his prick into her mouth brutally. "Suck it! Suck my prick!"

Doris refused. She spit his prick out of her mouth and shook her head violently. "I won't do it! You bastard! I hate you! I hate all of you!"

"You'll do it! Whip her some more!" Congressman Barth said, stepping back so that Samuel would be free to whip her without restraint. "Whip her good and hard. I don't intend to take any shit from this insolent young bitch!"

"Nooooooo!" she cried piteously as Samuel unfurled the horsewhip and flailed her naked body. The whip slashed roughly across her shoulders and licked crudely at her nipples as it curled around her naked upper torso. "Owwwwwww! Good God! I can't stand it! This is terrible! It hurts like hell! Please, stop it!"

Samuel was driven with perverted, sadistic lust. He ignored her pleas and protests, flogging her unmercifully, slashing the leather whip across her tits, nipples and ass. Her flesh quivered grotesquely as she writhed about on the floor, trying to endure the pain.

"Take that, you whore! Haw! Haw!" Samuel guffawed crudely, flogging her furiously with the horsewhip, raining blows down on her tits and ass. The tip of the horsewhip flicked cruelly across her puckered asshole, which clenched and flinched upon contact. "Yeah, I'll warm your ass up good. I won't stop whipping you until you beg to suck my Uncle Barth's prick! Beg, you little whore! Beg! Beg!"

Doris saw that she had no choice. If she didn't obey Samuel at once, her back and tits and ass would surely be cut to ribbons.

"All right!" she cried. "I'll suck his prick! I'll suck his cock! I'll do it!"

"Beg to suck his cock!" Samuel commanded, whipping her ruthlessly, relentlessly, not letting up for a second. "Beg for the privilege to suck my Uncle Barth's prick, you fucking, stupid young cunt!"

"Okay, okay! I beg of you, Congressman Barth! Let me suck your wonderful prick! Please!" she yelped, writhing about, twisting and turning grotesquely on the hard, cold floor. She was sweating profusely, her eyes flickering, fighting back tears, begging to suck the brutal Congressman's prick.

Congressman Barth stood by, watching his nephew flog the helpless, manacled young girl. He had a smug expression on his face, and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting to have his prick sucked. He held his hand up high, gesturing Samuel to stop whipping Doris.

Samuel lashed her one final time, and stood back, gasping for breath, the thick sinews on his biceps and forearms rippling with exhaustion. His muscles stood out in bold relief as he stood back, satisfied that he had whipped. Doris into submission, smug in the knowledge that he had forced her to beg to suck his Uncle Barth's prick.

"Very good, Samuel," Barth said, smirking, complimenting his nephew's wicked work. "I think the cunt is ready to suck my cock!" He stepped forward, his prick dangling, only half-hard, as he straddled Doris' face. "Now," he said, addressing the kneeling, handcuffed young girl, "it seems as though you're ready to suck my cock, is that right?"

"Y-yes," she stammered, unwillingly opening her mouth so that the man's prick could enter her.

The Congressman laughed and guided his prick between her full lips. "Okay, bitch, put a nice lip lock on my cock – and suck it hard!"

Doris obeyed, albeit reluctantly. She was ashamed and disgusted, but, more than anything else, she feared being whipped by Samuel. Swallowing her pride, she wrapped her lips around the Congressman's prick and licked hotly along it's length. His cock grew quickly in her mouth as she slurped it into her throat. His cock-knob pressed into her tonsils and raked across the linings of her mouth, bobbing and lurching as blood rushed into his prick and filled the veins that criss-crossed his lengthy cock-shaft.

She sucked his cock, closing her eyes so that she would not be forced to watch his prick-veins swell with blood. His prick grew to monstrous proportions in her mouth.

"Yeah, that's it! One last sucking! One last blow-job for the road. One last cock-sucking from my sweet little teen-age slut before Samuel and I take you to the Mogul. Yeah! Hot damn! Unngggghhhhh! Mmmmmmppppphhhhh! Give me a good blow-job, you fucking teenage cocksucker!"

Her mouth was filled to overflowing with the man's prick. She breathed deeply whenever he pulled backward. His crotch-hairs pound into her nostrils when he plunged forward. Her cheeks and chin were getting chafed raw from his grinding. She could feel his swollen prick throbbing inside of her sucking and slurping lips. His spasming cock caused a weird, tippling sensation in her tortured and abused throat. Her tonsils were all puffed up, swollen from the battering of his rock-hard prick as it slammed deep into her sucking mouth.

"Hold it!" Barth shouted. "I want your asshole! Stop sucking my prick, you bitch!" He cuffed her across her cheeks and pulled backward, his stiff prick slipping out of her mouth. He stood over the girl, his prick wagging in front of her face.

She looked at him, awestruck, her face pale and ashen, her puckered asshole twitching and clenching in nervous anticipation. Her asshole was raw and sore from the butt-plug that Senator Hamilton had inserted deeply in her ass-channel.

That dreadful ass-plug had reamed the hell out of her tender and tiny asshole! Surely, she would die of pain if he insisted on fucking her asshole!

"Let me finish sucking your cock!" she shouted, preferring the lesser of two dreaded evils. Better for the man to shoot his filthy load of jism into her mouth than for him to rape her tender asshole, she thought anxiously.

But, Congressman Barth's mind was set on a furious ass-fucking. It was obvious by the look of lust in his eyes that he could not be dissuaded from raping her raw and sore asshole. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down on the floor, kicking her hard in the ribs so that she turned on her side. With the tip of his shoe, he rolled her over on her belly.

She lay flat, gasping with pain from the kick to her side, tears streaking down her face – her face contorted with fear!

The Congressman smiled lewdly and knelt down between her twitching thighs. He gripped his prick between his fingers and guided his throbbing cockstalk between her asscheeks. When she involuntarily clenched the muscles in her ass, forbidding the entrance of his prick, he gestured to his nephew to pry her asscheeks apart. "The bitch is playing hard-to-get," he quipped as he glowered wide-eyed at her puckered asshole. "Give me a hand, Samuel."

Samuel was eager to oblige. He bent down and gripped her asscheeks tightly. Pulling her asscheeks wide apart, he grinned sadistically.

"Please, don't do that!" she wailed. "My asshole is killing me! It'll kill me if you put your prick in there!"

"You're exaggerating, Doris," Congressman Barth said. He guided his prick into her asshole, penetrating the outer ring of sphincter muscles that surrounded her tiny ass-channel. "Hey! You should try to enjoy this fucking," he said. "This may be the last time that you ever get fucked by a man, even if it is in your asshole. Shit, after today, you'll be fucking Horace! Haw! Haw! Haw!"

"Yeah, you should be happy with your last human fucking!" Samuel added, enthusiastically, as his hands pried her asscheeks apart.

Congressman Barth's rock-hard prick burrowed its way past her ring of protective sphincter muscles and sliced hard and fast into her tight, ravaged asshole. He fucked her asshole with frenzied cock thrusts that made her shudder with pain and revulsion. She tried to shut out the brutal reality of the moment, but it was an impossible task! The pain seared through her aped asshole and she quivered with terrible fear.