Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

"What do you have to say, you sleazy, whore?" Gary asked.

Barbie swallowed the last of Dave's rank shit. "Thank you, Gary," she whispered.

"WHAT!" scream Gary as her twisted the needles skewered her nipples. "Speak up, you shitty, ugly slut!"

As a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, Barbie cried out, putting the last of her failing strength into the shout. "Thank you, Gary. Thank you, Pat. Thank you, Dave! Thank you, my magnificent loving soldiers!"

Ring-ring-ring. Through tear swollen eyes Barbie watch Gary walk over to the phone that was ringing.

"Yo, guys its noon," bellowed Gary. "Want to brake for lunch?"

"Yea!" Pat and Dave responded together.

Barbie shuddered violently and sobbed heavily, it had been just shy of twenty-four hours sense she fell into the Academy's clutches. But to her it felt as though she had spent ten years in a Turkish prison.

She watched Dave ascend the stairs, unlock the door, and let over twenty boys in. Barbie groaned and whined as the twenty-odd boys stood around her poking and prodding the pins that were poking out of her svelte, pain riddled, young body.

Barbie looked over at Gary and Pat and Dave, who were sitting around a table munching on hamburgers. "Hungry," she whined pathetically, barely above a whisper. The three boys grinned evilly at her as they held their sandwiches towards her.

"Fed her boys," giggled Gary.

Barbie was fed. The tortured, well fucked, starving, young cheerleader was fed. Not any of the hamburgers, that Gary, Pat and Dave was eating. Barbie was fed hot, stiff, fuck-sausages. The twenty-odd boys fed all three of her fuck-holes, as Gary, Pat and Dave ate the hamburgers.

As the twenty-odd boys fed Barbie's fuck-holes, they pushed and twisted on the pins sticking out of her svelte young body. The way she was position allowed all three of he of her fuck-holes to be fed at once. Barbie's shitter and cunt and mouth swallowed load after load of jism.

After servicing each of the boys three times, giving each boy a chance to use each of her holes, Dave hulking form stepped into her view.

"Lunch is over Barbie-slut," Dave giggled, as he laid a half eaten hamburger paddy over her nose. "Time to get back to your training."

Barbie screamed at the top of her lungs as Dave's huge form sat down on her, driving the pins lining her body to be pushed deeper into her. She tried to buck Dave off but he was too heavy for her to budge. The patty that was sitting on her nose flew across the room as she thrashed her head around wildly.

"A little bumpy but nice," Dave giggled, wiggling his ass and leaning back against Barbie's welted tits. As Barbie screamed and climaxed, Dave watched the twenty-odd boys leave the basement.

"Next group at six," Pat bellowed at the group of boys who were leaving, just before the basement door closed.

Gary grabbed a hand full of the screaming cheerleader's hair and jerked it back.

"Please! Oh, please no more Gary! No more, I'll do anything you want! Just, please no more!" sobbed the beautiful, svelte cheerleader.

"But Barbie-sleaze, you still don't know how to fuck and suck worth-shit. We're going to have to work on those little shortcomings," Gary giggled. "What would sweet little Barbie-slut like to be taught how to do, first? Cock sucking or pussy fucking or ass fucking?"

"Please, Gary, I'll do everything real nice. Everything, but please no more pain! No more pain, please, Gary."

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. "WELL!" Gary growled, after striking the beautiful face of the young cheerleader several times.

"I… I would like… like to learn to… to suck cock. Please Gary teach me… me how to suck… suck cocks properly, pl-please," Barbie stuttered, pleadingly.

Gary taught the beautiful, svelte, young cheerleader every technique and trick on pleasing a man's cock. How to nibble softly, how to cress with her tongue, how to fondle, how to suck, how to flex her throat muscles around meaty stocks that were buried deep down it. How to do everything pleasurable to cocks and balls. To make sure that Barbie paid attention to each and every lesson Pat and Dave stick pins into her. And when she messed up in the slightest way, the three boys would beat her with whips. Or yank on the needled sticking through her nipples, twisting and stretching the long, pointy nubs.

Barbie learned each and every painful lesson to perfection. After learning the fine art fellatio, she was given an ample chance to practice, as the next group of twenty boys who was in on her abduction entered the basement.

The appearance of this next group of boys was the tormented young cheerleader only indication on how long her latest training session had been. From around two in the afternoon to six at night, Barbie had spent nearly four strait hours of torturous, cocksucking training. Now to the delight of the boys gathering around her, she would put her newly refined talent to work, as the three ring leaders sat at the table, eating a dinner of steaming hot Chinese food.

The beautiful, svelte cheerleader gulped down load after load of jism, as she been taught. Before whenever a boy dumped his gooey spunk into her mouth it would fill her hot, little oral cavity then bubble out when full. She would inadvertently swallow some of the spunk. And when a hot, throbbing cock was buried, deep down her throat the gooey, fuck-slime would be ejected straight down her gullet and into her stomach. But normally, she would let most of the male seed to pour and drool out of her mouth.

But now after her cocksucking lessons Barbie gulped down every drop of spunk that entered her sweet, little mouth. If the fuck-rod was withdrawn from her oral cavity before exploding, Barbie would lance out her tongue and zip it around her lush lips, lapping, sucking up any of the gooey jism that was within reach of her pink little tongue. Barbie's once empty, concave tummy was now bulging out, from being filled with so much of the gooey jism. The bulging stomach made the young cheerleader's seedbed appear to have been sowed, and now was growing inside her. The boys chuckled and jeered as they prodded and poke Barbie's bloated tummy, as she continued to suck down load after load of their jism.

It was just after midnight when Barbie swallowed the last boy's final spunk load. The three ringleaders released the spent cheerleader from the strap chair she was bound in. The sexy, young cheerleader laid on the cold basement floor flicking her tongue around her lips, cleaning up the last remains of gooey male-seed that was sticking on them.

"MY, my Barbie-slut we seem to be getting out of shape again!" Pat giggled, as he poked his ragged, big toenail into her, puffed out belly. "We are just going to have to tone you back up!" Pat threw another of the rubber suits on top of Barbie.

Barbie shuddered at the sleek rubber suit rise and fall on her chest as she gasped air into her lungs. She peered up at Pat's towering form, and whined: "Pins! Please, Pat the pins! Can you take them out?"

"Ten lashes for every minute!" Pat bellowed at the beautiful young cheerleader.

Barbie squeezed into the rubber suit, it fitted her just as tight as the suit she had worn last night, even perhaps slightly tighter. So the young, writhing cheerleader screamed and howled as she pulled and tugged the tight restricted garment over the colorful, quivering pinheads that sprouted out of her sleek svelte, sweat drenched, young body. The needles that went through her nipples caused stars to exploded behind Barbie's eyes and a intense orgasm to rattled through her, as she pulled on her tender breasts so that they lined up with the openings provided for them in the rubber suit.

"Man-O-man!" one of the boys who Barbie had been paying lip service to, exclaimed. "Will you look at how sleek that rubber suit looks on Barbie!"