Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

After a few minutes Barbie's sweet young body was a battleground of welts and bruises. Dave wrapped his vicious whip around her slender ankles, circling them with welts and made Barbie look as if she was wearing anklets. Pat curled the slender strands of the cat around her creamy inner thighs, hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled. More then once the strands of the cat caught the soft, bloated fiery red lips of Barbie's swollen, sore pussy. The pain when that happened, turned Barbie's slender, shapely legs to Jell-O, made her dangled at the end of her thumb cuffs.

Dave was even more brutal with his bullwhip then Pat was with the cat. He hit her tits, dozens of times with no regard for the damage he might be doing to them. He didn't even stop when every slash of the big strap of leather made drops of blood splatter to the cold basement floor. And he took a special delight in whipping Barbie's soft flat belly. By the time five minutes had pass her stomach was a solid mass of bright red.

Pat whipped her ass like the way Dave whipped her stomach, striping her firm, bouncy asscheeks until they, were livid red and dripping blood. He whipped her upper thighs, even harder, and took great delight in curling the cat around her hips and stinging her plump pussy mound. He whipped her lean, flawless back until it looked a crazy road map. He even flayed the long, slender lengths of Barbie's arms, laying a track of welts from her tender white armpits to her elegant, slender fingers.

It was Dave who whipped her face. Even Gary gasped with surprise at the unbelievable cruelty of slashing the brutal bullwhip across the trapped beauty's cheek. Dave took their shock as encouragement and hit Barbie's face, several more times. Barbie screamed in hellish agony at each blow, whipping her face from side to side in a maddened attempt to save her face from further torture. She was certain that Dave was slicing away her flesh with the terrible, vicious blows. The pain was so wicked that it seemed the very muscles of her face had been torn from the bone.

By the time Dave was finish whipping her face Barbie teetered uncertainly on her toes, more unconscious then awake. Her skin was a brutalize patchwork of welts. Even her face was bruised and reddened from the bite of Dave's whip. It felt to the weary young sex slave that she had been dipped in acid. That some awful corrosive was eating into every bit of her sweet, soft skin.

Then Pat started aiming the bullwhip at her cunt.

"NO!" Barbie gasped, her voice a little above a whisper, her eyes fluttering closes and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of her thumb cuffs chain that held her spread so vulnerably. "Not there!"

"Everywhere," Pat said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Barbie's silky, quivering legs.

Pain exploded through the cheerleader's ravaged cunt. It was as tough a wild cat had used its claws to rip at the mouth of her pussy. Several of the strands had flipped right between her swollen, blood red cunt-lips and had scored the heated inner flesh of her pussy. Barb's legs slipped out from under her and her full weight swung from the fiendish thumb cuffs. The pain that shot through her thumbs was nothing compared to the liquid agony that was pouring through her pussy.

Dave swung his whip with pinpoint accuracy, smacking it squarely against her stretched, raw clit. Bomb bursts of pain exploded through her love button.

"Bastards!" Barbie shrieked, her wide brown eyes rolling back, spit sprayed from her lips as she convulsed in demented anguish. "Aggghhh! You dirty bastards! Aggghhh!!!" Her cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and thrashing through a series of spastic convulsions. Barbie's head swung wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling. Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy inner thighs and splattered on the floor beneath her. Shit sprayed from her gapping shitter. Cunt-juices poured out in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white, and sliding down over her piss slick thighs.

Barbie thought she might be dying. The pain was incredible. Dave hit her, and then Pat hit her, and then Dave hit her again. Back and forth they went, one drawing his whip back while the other lashed her pussy.

Barbie knew that if they beat her for very much longer she was going to die.

But part of her wanted them to keep beating her forever.

Slowly, hesitantly, she spread her legs wide. Taking the last of her weight off of her toes made crushing pain through her thumbs, but that didn't matter to the broken, sex slave beauty. Her thumbs could rip of for all she cared. Her pussy was important, and her ass and tits and mouth. Her thumbs didn't matter at all, except to help her get a better grip on a cock when a boy wanted her to beat him off.

"Shit the sleazy little slut is getting off on it," Dave's cock was so long and hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up against Barbie's brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed. "The tramp cumming from getting her pussy whipped off!"

Barbie muttered in agreement, nodding her head with insane, pain fueled lust.

"The tramp cumming for her big sweet men!"

Barbie bent her knees, drawing her feet up to her ass and spreading her thighs as far apart as she could. She looked impossibly sexy covered in welts and dangling in midair by her thumbs. Dave and Pat swung their whips as hard as they could, pounding the gorgeous cheerleader's pussy with their vicious leather straps. Time after time the whips cut there way directly into the spread mouth of her cunt, bruising and tearing at the super-sensitive skin inside her pussy.

Each time one of the whip would rake her clit Barbie had an earth shattering orgasm. She was beyond even shame now. The pain, lust and degradation of the past two days had reduced her to the point where shame had no meaning.

"Hit me again!" she moaned dreamily, eyes glazed over with lust, her beautiful, bruised face full of ecstasy. "Beat me harder! Beat the whore harder! Beat the slut's cunt, make the slut bleed, make her cum!" Barbie moaned, swing her hips up giving Pat and Dave a better target for their whips to land crushing blows to her pussy and clit.

Barbie turned her pain dazed eyes toward Gary, who was standing with his arms crossed, a smug smirk on his rough face. "Why aren't you whipping me?" she cried, spittle dribbling from her lush lips. "Are you too good to beat trash? Don't you want to see how it feels to whip a slut until she creams? Why aren't you whipping me too?"

"Fuck it!" Dave growled, stomping toward the hanging, beaten beauty. "I'm going to fucking cum all over myself if I don't get a piece of this sleazy whore's ass!"

Barbie screamed as Dave grabbed her welted thighs in his hands and forced her to wrap her long, lush legs around his big ass. She screamed louder when he slapped his foot-long prick against the raw, bleeding lips of her pussy. But she saved the loudest screams for last, when the big cadet stuffed his fist-sized cock-head through the bloated blood-red tattered lips of her well-whipped cunt.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed, her legs gripping Dave's ass so tight that he grunted. "Yessss! Fuck me hard!"

"You dirty scummy whore!" Dave hissed, driving his cock into her hot sexy body like a large steel spike. "We're going to fuck you dead before we're done with you! We're going to fuck you into tiny, slutty pieces!"

Dave ran his hands roughly all over Barbie's sexy, injured body. The luscious little cheerleader whimpered and trembled with pain as his hands ran over the painful welts the whippings had left on her. She had never imagined that a hand touching her body could send such excruciating pain to course through her young body.