Janet Roland - The whore makers

The three Mexicans grabbed the girl and roughly turned her over on her belly. They met with little resistance; the cattle prod had shocked the girl into submission.

Vivian lay on her belly, tears running down her cheeks as two of the men held her arms and gruffly ground her body into the concrete floor. The third spread the cheeks of her ass while Tony pushed his fingers in and out of her loose bung.

"My cock is going to split you in half!" he laughed, laying the electric cattle prod on the floor and shifting his body so he could begin to fuck the sweet ass exposed before him.

The Mexican men were all swearing at the girl now; she was totally immersed in abuse.

"You have your father to thank." Again the words echoed in her head, and, for the moment, she was more angry at the man who had helped to conceive her than at her rapers. If her father had really sent an innocent person to prison, then the revenge she was suffering was really his fault.

"She has one of the prettiest asses I've ever seen," said the Mexican who was helping Tony by holding apart the cheeks of her ass. He watched as Tony shoved his finger in and out of her shitter, stretching the tight muscle, getting it ready for his reaming prick.

"Please…" Vivian moaned, more confused than ever. She had already had two orgasms while being degraded, and now that she was on the verge of having her asshole fucked, an act that she thought to be the mast perverse thing that had ever happened to her, she was excited again.

Tony guided his cock to the girl's soft tender asshole as he knelt over her gapped cheeks. He slowly forced his stiff cock up her tight asshole while the other men laughed insidiously, grasping her body as roughly as they could.

"Oh! You're hurting me!" Vivian whimpered, tears and pain radiating from her face as she felt the prick piercing her virgin ass. She was completely demeaned and was shocked that she could feel the least bit of excitement from what was happening to her. Still, even though her asshole was throbbing as her tormentor's prick pushed deeper, she was feeling strange, wanting the pain, humiliation and the sensation to rush over her and make her forget she was being raped because her father had sent an innocent woman to prison.

Tony finally lodged his cock all the way up Vivian's ass. It was so tight that he moaned as he pounded his hips against her spread cheeks, making her asshole open wider, lessening the pain and increasing the pleasure. He wanted to make the girl come while he fucked her ass and talked about her father.

The two Mexicans who were holding Vivian by the arms watched as her facial expression changed from hurt and despair to lust and excitement.

"She likes getting fucked in the ass!" one of the Mexicans hooted. "This woman is a nymphomaniac!"

Maybe I realty am a nymphomaniac, Vivian thought as the pounding prick in her ass made her final resistance collapse. She no longer thought about the evil of what was happening and gave herself over to the feeling of the plunging cock that was making her come again.

"Her asshole's so slick and tight I'm almost ready to come," Tony replied, feeling the girl pushing back on his slamming prick.

Vivian was shocked at herself. She was trying to lunge her inflamed ass back on the shaft that only a few moments ago seemed to be ripping her open. She wanted to feel the slippery hot rush of his jism as it splashed into the depths of her bowels.

"It is your father who is raping you!" Tony screamed as he shot his load deep into the girl's guts.

"My father is raping me…" Vivian murmured as her own climax overcame her.

The four men laughed at the girl and her words. They knew that she was on the verge of a breakdown. Tony was certain tat he would eventually be able to make the girl renounce her father and family, making his revenge complete.

What's becoming of me? Vivian asked herself as she felt the hard cock in her ass soften and then withdraw. Why am I turned on by the brutality of these men? Why am I willing to blame my father for my humiliation?

Tony stood and looked down at the girl's cum-filled asshole. He wanted to make her beg for more cock and condemn her father. He was willing to settle for nothing less than total domination of the girl.

"What are we going to do now?" asked the Mexican who was spreading her buttcheeks. The tone of his voice expressed his desire to continue with the fucking.

"I think we should beat her for a while," Tony answered as he walked over to his pants and pulled the thick leather belt from the loops.

"Please don't beat me!" Vivian sobbed as she watched her chief tormentor fold the belt in half and crack it loudly against his palm. During the entire course of her life, no one had dared beat her, not even her father. The very idea made her cringe; she had no desire to feel the hard sting of leather on her soft creamy flesh.

"Our little prima donna seems scared of the belt," Tony said gruffly as he walked behind the girl still being held by two of the Mexicans.

"Please, I'll do anything you ask!" Vivian cried, trying to avoid the taste of the belt. She was beside herself; the pain and shame of her rape had turned into pleasure and she had been unable to hide it from her tormentors. She had willingly doubted the honesty of her father and had said it so the men could hear her. If the taste of the leather on her soft flesh became stimulating, she was certain she would be totally lost to whatever the men had planned for her. She trembled at the thought; her body still ached from the three times the cattle prod had touched her legs and tits.

"You'll do whatever we tell you to and like it!" Tony roared. The fact that Vivian was beginning to beg for mercy added to his desire to break her completely.

"Look at her wiggle that ass!" one Mexican said with a grin as he watched Vivian thrash about struggling against the firm grip of his two confederates.

"It makes a good target," Tony quipped, his eyes focused on the round firm flesh as it twisted and struggled, helpless to escape the fate of stinging leather.

"Please have mercy on me! I've never done anything to anyone in my life!" the girl cried.

"Here's your mercy!" Tony bellowed as he violently swung the belt over his head, landing a direct blow on Vivian's perfect round ass. A surge of power rushed over him as he watched a red welt rise on her skin.

"Stop… please…" Vivian moaned, the slapping leather bringing tears to her eyes. Still, the stinging blow was stimulating, and she was terrified that even a spanking was capable of producing sexual arousal.

"She's fighting harder than ever. She's a bucking bitch," one Mexican said as he increased his grip on her arms, trying to make the girl wince more than ever.

"Let me hit her, too! I want to beat her gringo ass and cunt with your belt," the Mexican who had fucked her in the mouth and spread her asscheeks demanded.

"You can beat her, too…" Tony said as he swung the belt as hard as he could, smacking her again and again across her quivering ass. He turned and handed the belt to his comrade and then picked up the cattle prod, stepping to the far wall to watch.

The second blow made Vivian bite into her lip; she was determined not to cry or plead with the men any more. She knew that that was what they wanted. The stinging blow hurt, but had been pleasant at the same time.

"Are you ready for my strong arm, slut?" the Mexican with the belt spat as he unlooped it and let it dangle at its full length.

"Beat the bitch good," another man said as he twisted the girl's arm, making her revolve her hips faster in an effort to avoid the full brunt of the oncoming blows.

"Beat the little American's ass until she learns to love it!" the other Mexican said, wanting to see how much she could take.