Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

Barbie had lost at least ten pounds during her night of sexual torment. The rubber suit, the heat, and the sexual frenzied activity of pedaling the bike to fuck her-self had drained Barbie's sleek body of every ounce of moisture. She had looked like a fine racing horse before. A thoroughbred of a girl with lines as sleek and sexy as any the boys had ever seen before. After her night on the bike, though, she looked like a beast of the jungle, a panther or leopard driven wild by hunger and operating on pure instinct. Her creamy skin sparkled with her sweat, her ribs made clear ridges in her silky flesh and her stomach was sucked in little cavity that seemed hardly to be there at all.

The dildos, beatings of her agonizing pussy and asshole had change them as well. The last traces of Barbie's petal-pink cunt were gone. That pristine hole had been replace by a slash of blood red, the cunt-lips swollen and peeled back, the inter lips milky with pussy-cream. The mouth of Barbie's, cunt spasmed, as though searching for another cock to fill it. Her pinched, stretched clit peeked out between the fat red lips of her cunt like a questing worm.

Barbie's asshole was no longer pinhole-tight and virgin pink. Instead it was spread wide enough for a man to easily shove his cock up it to the hilt. The ring of her asshole was inflamed as bright a red as the lips of her pussy, and there was a wet, inviting look to the stretched pucker.

The changes made her more beautiful then ever. Her tits looked bigger, her ass looked fuller, her legs even longer and more perfectly shaped. Her nipples, which had been long before, had been turned into long spikes by the night of stretching. Every thing that had made Barbie irresistible sexy before seemed to have been magnified ten times by her night of torture.

Dave jerked Barbie's arms high above her head and pressed her hands together. The dark-haired beauty moaned, then squirmed weakly, but gave no other signs of being aware of what was happening to her. Dave snapped a strange pair of cuffs very tightly on her thumbs, and the dazed cheerleader cried out in pain. The cuffs were stainless steel, and they trapped her thumbs by their bases. They also locked her thumbs next to each other. It wasn't until Dave snapped a metal leash to the cuffs and dragged Barbie several feet across the floor that she seemed to become aware of what was happening.

"Oh no!" she whimpered, life coming slowly back to her eyes as she looked up at the three evil cadets. She had been sure she was going to die on the terrible sex bike, or that she was going to wake up from the worst nightmare she had ever had. "You're killing me! You've got to stop! Got to!"

"Shut up!" Gary shouted, grabbing a big brown turd up off the floor and smashing it into Barbie's pretty pale face. "You couldn't hold onto the fucking dildo, could you, you worthless slut. Shit, you couldn't even keep the bike going, you lazy bitch! The electrical bill's going to be high as hell!"

Barbie gagged repeatedly as Gary smeared the big gooey turd all over her beautiful face. He forced his fingers between her lips and shoved shit into her mouth, and it took every ounce of will power the sexy girl possessed to keep from vomiting all over herself. The taste of the shit was so raw and earthy and disgusting that it made her empty stomach churn and her dazed mind teetered on the brink of insanity.

"Hay, that looks like fun," Pat said with a cruel little laugh, and grabbed a turd off the floor and pushed it into Barbie's already shit-caked face. He used his fingers to work shit into her ears and nostrils. "Hoist her up, Dave. I'm in a hurry to give the slut the whipping I owe her from last night."

She would have begged for mercy, if she could have, but Gary's wiggling shit-cake fingers filled her mouth. The muscular cadet had manage to cram four of his fingers into Barbie's warm mouth, and now he was wiping the shit from his hand off on her tongue. At the same time Pat was smearing shit through her eyebrows and her long black hair. Barbie cried at the way the two boys were polluting her beautiful face and mouth with shit.

"Up, up and away," Dave said, and Barbie discovered yet again that she had yet to experience all the varieties of pain the boys could show her.

She tried to scramble to her fee as the pressure on her thumbs grew from painful to intolerable, as the bite of the cuffs turned from pinching to ripping. Dave, Pat and Gary laughed at her pitiful struggling, and kicked her feet out from under her every time she began to get her balance. By slow degrees Dave hauled her up, first to a sitting position, then to her knees, then up to her feet then her tiptoes.

"Please, please, please!" Barbie mumbled, her mouth thick with shit, her nose clogged with shit, her lovely young body soiled and hurt and exhausted in so many ways that she wondered if she hadn't died and been sent to some especially dreadful hell.

Her long, lean body was laced with agony. Now she was standing on her toes, trying to stretch her body as far as it would go. Her long, beautiful legs trembled as she tried to support her weight on them. Her face turned white, from the terrible strain of being strung up by her thumbs, like a side of beef.

"Please what, Barbie-whore?" Pat asked, as the whip uncoiled on the basement floor. "Please whip your sexy ass until it bleeds? Sure, we'll do that for you."

Then he snapped his wrist, and Barbie began to learn what pain was really all about.

The first lash burned across her soft ass. Barbie cried in pain, weaving from side to side on her toes. A bright red welt rose up on her almost instantly. The second lash tore across the small of her back, and the third curled around her lush right thigh. The fourth scored her ass again, crossing the tender skin with lines of red, making the firm flesh bounce and jiggle lewdly.

"Look at that sweet ass shake," Dave said with a course laugh, pulling another whip down from the wall. "You'd think it was a bowl of Jell-O the way it's jiggling now."

Barbie burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn the boys treated her with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost worse then the tortures and rapes they visited on her defenseless young body. But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain exhaustion, in spite of the brutal beating Pat was giving her, her tattered pussy began to squirm.

Barbie closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish tickling of lust that was creeping through her cruelly abused body.

The whip Dave pulled from the wall was a long cruel-looking bullwhip. He snapped it against the air once, then thrashed Barbie's satiny flat stomach, the heavy whip bit into her stomach then curled her soft creamy side.

"That slut is doing a pretty good job of shaking her pointy little tits, too," Pat said with a smirk, lashing her full, rounded asscheeks over and over again. "Do a dance for us, Barbie-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are."

The svelte beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chain connected to her thumb cuffs. Writhing in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture the boys were bestowing upon her enhanced svelte young body. Her once creamy ass was now a mass of criss-crossed angry red welts. Her upper thighs and lower back were streak with red welts also.

Pat laid, ten quick stroked across her shoulder blades, as though noticing that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was finished Barbie was delirious with agony, wondering vehemently if someone had set her on fire.

Dave stepped in front of her body and began playing the bullwhip out against the front of her body. He popped the end of the big whip against Barbie's pert right tit, and the hanging, beautiful cheerleader shrieked with anguish, Dave laughed at the innocent girl's suffering and slapped her with the bullwhip again and again, slicing her tender, creamy flesh with the biting leather strap.