Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

Dave spiked one pin after another through her quivering clit, then move back to her torn cunt-lips, capping each protruding tip with a rubber tip so that the pins wouldn't poke Pat's forearm as he reamed out her twat with his fist. He also pushed pins into her shaking, jerking inner thighs. He ground pin after pin into the long crevice that stretched from the end of her pussy-slit throughout her ass-crack up to her tailbone.

Throughout Dave's pin insertion Pat was driving his fist into Barbie's tattered cunt. His fist filled Barbie's cunt. When he shoved his fist in so that half of his forearm was buried up inside her, the tiny pocket stretched in ways it had never been meant to stretch.

"Ohhhhhh!" Barbie moaned through the ball-sac muffler Gary was dragging over her lips. Her big brown eyes crossed from the unbearable pressure Pat was applying inside her slender body. "Enough! Enough! Pat, enough, enough! Enough!"

Pat just smiled and fuck his arm inside her. His fist banged against her cervix. His face twisted with effort of fucking his fist into her pussy. He could feel her cunt tearing. Barbie's cunt was pumping gallons of pussy-cream out in a desperate defense against the savage beating it was taking.

"Look at this," Pat said proudly, slamming his fist into her cunt. "Look at the way the trashy whore is swallowing my arm."

Pat fucked his arm into her faster and harder. Finally he popped his arm all the way to the elbow, and Barbie whined in agony.

Her legs flopped and shuddered, they spread wider by the giant intrusion of Pat's, forearm then by the leather straps that held her airborne. Her flat stomach bulged with the unnatural invasion. Each time Pat slammed his fist inside her, Barbie's tiny little tummy would puff up as though she was pregnant. Each time he pulled his fist back to the entrance of her ravaged cunt the bulge would collapse, and be suck inward from the suction the extremely tight arm caused. The three boys laugh at the sight of Pat's fist was making her stomach bulge. They laugh even harder as Pat began to angle his blows so that the outline of his fist would be even more clearly formed through her taunt bulging tummy.

Dave lined her silky flanks with pins, driving them deep and twisting them to draw little beads of blood with each and every pin, to get more of a reaction from the screaming girl. He drew a line of pins from her hips to under her arms. Then the trail of pins flowed down her arms and fingers. He stuck pins through the soft webbing between each finger, the as an after thought, he did the same thing between each of her toes. The pain was awful, and combined with the agony of the fist fucking it was unbearable. Barbie cried bitterly, as she licked Gary's balls.

"Suck them," Gary said. "Suck them good, Barbie slut, and I might keep Dave and his nasty pins away from your slutty little face."

"Well maybe if the slutty, pain-loving bitch does a really good job of it, I'll think about it," Dave said dotting her bulging tummy around the outline of Pat's fist with the long sharp pins.

Barbie opened her mouth as wide as she could, and let one of Gary's egg size balls slipped between her lips. The single ball nearly filled her mouth, and she and to stretch her lips painfully and suck hard to get the other egg size ball into her spit filled cavity. With both of Gary's egg size balls in he mouth, Barbie's beautiful face was distorted, her pretty cheeks puffed out grotesquely.

"That's it Barbie-slut, wash them off good." Gary rubbed his dripping cock across her forehead, leaving trails of pre-cum all over her. "Shit Eastport got a whole squad of fucking cheerleaders. They'll never miss one. And you're ours, now, you know that, don't you, you sleazy pain-loving cheerleading-whore?"

Barbie nodded her head up and down. Tears and spit staining her shit soiled cheeks. At Gary's words her cunt contracted like a vice around Pat's punishing forearm. A burning, agonizing orgasm gripped her sleek, helpless body, so powerful and painful that it almost made her pass out, so unexpected that Barbie couldn't stop her moans of pleasure and slow, sensual grinding of her hips against Pat's beating fist.

Barbie ears were already pierced, and had a lovely set of earrings in them, but Dave pierced each lobe a dozen more times with his pins, for good measure, driving pins completely through the fragile flaps of flesh. He grabbed another large box of pins before he started on Barbie's tits. When he stuck the first pin deep into the upthrust welted mound of her right tit Barbie climaxed again.

"Not my tits!" she groaned pitifully as Gary pulled his spit-dripping balls from her widespread mouth. "Not my tits! They hurt already! They really do! Dave, you already hurt my tits really bad! Please don't hurt them anymore!"

"I thought you'd learned not to whine so fucking much," Pat said in disgust. He lit the lighter again and touched the flickering flame to Barbie's perky mounds of her tits. "Maybe we should all hurt these sorry-ass tiny tits."

Gary pulled Barbie's head up by a fistful of hair, making her watch the double torture of her firm young tits. The enslaved beauty screamed and thrashed and orgasmic ripples shot through young body as Pat toasted her nipples with his cigarette lighter. He never dipped the flame close enough to burn her badly, but by the time he stopped waving the flame over her flesh the skin of her swollen, silky tits were shining a bright pink.

And all the time Pat was burning her, Dave was turning the perky mounds into twin pincushions. Barbie whimpered, crying at the obscene, degrading spectacle of a hundred shiny pinheads sticking out from her lovely welted pink tits. It was hard to decide which was worse, the pain of the attack or the humiliation of having to watch helplessly while it was taking place. Gary made sure that she kept her eyes open for every moment of the outrageous assault. Pulling her eyelashes open and pinching her lips and cheeks every time her eyes fluttered shut.

Dave saved the best for last. After Pat hat stopped toasting her nipples and had gone back to fist fucking Barbie in earnest, Dave pulled a pair of long, thick netting like needles from the wall of torture tools. Barbie watched with wide eyes as he held the needles up for inspection. She knew what he was going to do with them, but she tried to convince herself that she was wrong.

Dave grabbed her pin-riddled burnt left tit with his left hand holding it still in spite of Barbie's frenzied thrashing. He steadied his right hand next to his body and positioned the needle at proper angle at the base of her nipple. Then he shoved the thick, long, sharp needle into the hard burnt bud of her nipple.

"Aaarrrgggeee! Noooooo!" Barbie wailed, her beautiful face twisted with pain and terror. The tip of the needle disappeared into one side of her nipple and a moment later it popped through the other, drops of blood clinging to its glittering surface. "No, Dave no! Gary, not this! Please don't ruin me! Please don't ruin me for ever!"

"We're improving you, you stuck up little slut!" Dave growled, sticking the other needle through her right nipple. "Your tiny tits aren't worth too fucking much! Put a couple of rings through them, though, and they'll be a real fucking attraction!"

"No!" Barbie whimpered. "Noooo! Dear God, Gary, Pat, Dave, your going too far! Too far!"

"You don't understand yet, do you Barbie-sleaze?" Gary asked, jerking her head back until she was staring up at him. "You belong to us! You're our little sex slave. We own you, just the way we'd own a dog or a hamburger we're going to eat. Anything we do to your sleazy, whorish body is our business. And your only fucking job is to be happy about it. If we cut your fucking tiny tit off you should say thank you and ask us if we want to cut off the other! Understand?"