Janet Roland - The whore makers

Without warning the belt whistled through the air, cracking Vivian along the back and ass. A second blow quickly followed the first, striking her across the pussy and belly. A third lashing blow struck the girl before she had recovered from either of the others, making the back of her thighs show red welts. All three of the Mexican's biting strokes had been perfectly placed and he stood back to watch the result they had had on the girl.

Vivian had done everything she could not to scream when the leather snapped at her flesh and she had succeeded in keeping her groaning to a minimum, but she had been unable to do anything about the tears that flowed freely down her face. The second blow that had landed on her cunt had hurt, but at the same time had made the blood rush to her already bloated pussylips, the pain and pleasure intermixed, confusing her more then ever about the way her body reacted to what she believed to be depraved behavior.

The Mexican with the belt felt his prick begin to stir as his dominance over the girl became clearer. He could do anything he wanted; all of his wildest fantasies flashed before him. He had always wanted to piss on a woman and promised himself he would before he left the cell.

"Beat her some more and then fuck her," Tony said to his friend. He could see the excitement the beating was creating and was pleased that the girl would get some more vengeful cock.

"My sentiments exactly!" the Mexican with the belt said as it whirled through the air, landing on the girl's ass and pussy with a resounding crack. He aimed twice more, both times hitting the squirming target on the ass and hot, dripping pussy.

"You're driving me out of my mind!" Vivian shrieked at the first blow, her already swollen cunt and well-fucked ass tingling in pain that created pleasure.

"Please stop!" she begged as the second lashing stroke landed over the same area as the first, nipping into her clit and sending a spasm rocketing over her body. The pain was bringing her pleasure and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Ohhh… ahhh… ohhh…" Vivian moaned, unable to hide the truth from her beater any longer. The last hard lash across her cunt and ass had sparked a fire that she would never forget. She thought her pussy would burst from the blood that rushed and pounded into the lips.

"She likes it," Tony chimed as the girl's moaning gave away the last of her self-respect. It was more than he had dared hope for. The girl had an incredible capacity for sex, a reservoir that had lain dormant until today, waiting for someone to release it. Tony knew that his plan would work. He was certain that he could convince Vivian that it was her father's fault that she was being abused, and finally get her to renounce her love for him in the worst possible way.

The Mexican who was beating Vivian stopped. He dropped the belt to the floor and pounced on the girl, ramming his cock into her cunt from behind, sinking to the depths of her slippery pussy instantly. He was amazed at the tightness and fire; this was one cunt that would be a pleasure to fuck.

Vivian's pussy sucked at the intruding cock. Her body was already burning from the beating and fucking she had just endured. It was impossible for her to even try to hide the enjoyment she was deriving from all the abuse that was being heaped upon her. It was as if all her life she had been waiting for someone to burst the dam of pent-up desire that lay below the surface of her normal self.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped.

She shuddered all over and felt the saliva drip from her mouth. She was in a sexual daze; everything that she had ever been taught about love and sex were quickly forgotten under the succession of fucking and reaming cocks. She felt his hands grasp and weave her asscheeks, making her asshole pucker while sensation swept from her pussy across her flexing spine.

"Fuck me back!" the Mexican demanded as he lunged deeply, his cock churning into the girl's steaming cunt. He manipulated her ass up and down, making it spread around as he humped wildly away on her. The front of his legs bumped repeatedly against the back of her thighs as his cock wedged deeply into the crevice of her swollen twat. His hands pinched the flesh of her ass again and again, adding pain and pleasure to the stimulation the girl was feeling.

The Mexicans holding the girl watched as her head bobbed up and down from the doggy-style fucking. The constant beating against her ass had her moving in a passionate rhythm.

Vivian yelled. She just had to, there was nothing she could do to stop the show of emotion. The sensation was devastating. The first waves of a convulsive orgasm swept over her like a wave and consumed her in its rush. She wanted to collapse, but the two men continued to hold her up. The cock firmly locked in her cunt pounded away, prolonging the pleasure.

She let her mouth fall open as her breath rushed in and out. She felt crushed by the weight on her back and wondered how much more her body could endure.

The Mexican was still beating against her ass, frantically trying to reach his own climax. The whipping and the fact that the girl was responding to his cock had excited him beyond belief. She was a demon, a natural whore raised with a silver spoon in her mouth instead of a dildo in her cunt.

"Fuck me… Fuck me!" Vivian cried, surprised even as the words came from her mouth. She no longer cared what the men who were raping her thought; all she craved was the gratification of the pounding cock in her cunt.

Tony used the girl's total immersion in her sexuality as his cue to continue with the belittling of her father.

"Your father's the one who's turning you into a tramp," he said, moving in front of the girl. He looked into her eyes as the quivering girl writhed under the pounding cock. "Your father's the one responsible for the things that have happened to you. He used an innocent woman to build his career in politics and that's why you will suffer for his sins."

"My father's fault…" she murmured as the pounding cock and the voice blended into one. Her head was spinning from all the abuse and her body was tired from the series of explosive orgasms that she had just experienced. Her lover Max was forgotten as she grew less able to fight the desires of her flesh.

The Mexican fucked faster and faster, rocking the girl with his need to hurry to an orgasm. His finger still pulled and pinched at the flesh of her ass as he watched her butthole open and close in time to his hard ramming pace.

"Ohhh… I'm coming," he moaned as he felt his hot sperm burst from the depth of his balls and spray the searing walls of the girl's cunt.

The two men who were holding Vivian let go of her; they laughed as she sprawled forward, flat and hard on the floor.

"Have mercy on me, please," she moaned as she fought desperately, trying to rise to her knees. Her exhaustion was total, leaving her on the verge of passing out.

"Let's dress and get out of here… This slut bores me," the Mexican who had just finished fucking Vivian said, wiping the last of his dripping sperm on the red trembling cheeks of her ass.

"Okay," Tony replied, wanting Vivian to relax so that the last shock that dwelt in his mind for the girl's present humiliation would leave her marked with a memory that would last the rest of her life.

Tony began to dress, placing the cattle prod on the floor, watching the others, certain that he could win the girl's mind after seeing the way Vivian had reacted to the rape.

At first Vivian thought she had been hearing things, but it seemed true enough; the men were dressing! An instant surge of relief swept over her, making the hurt ease slightly so she could think clearly.

I've been raped twice in one day by six men for a crime I didn't commit! What type of men live in Mexico? she asked herself, wondering if the cattle prod would leave bruises on her skin.