Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

He fucked with longer, more powerful strokes. She moaned every time his prick blasted into her seething interior. Her cunt walls clamped down hard on the male invader, trying to hold it inside. She was turning greedy. She wanted it all and she wanted it now.

The pain from the fucking almost pulled her attention away from the pleasure of the cock fucking her. The girl's back was criss crossed with the pattern of the chain link fence. Her butt, still not recovered from the whipping given it by Bradford, throbbed and ached horribly. But the friction of the cock fucking her juiced up pussy was enough to soothe her, to warm her belly and to excite her to the point of climax.

"No, no," she moaned, "don't do this to me."

She said those words but deep down she wanted more of his cock. Wrapping one slender, white leg around the man's waist, she pulled him a little deeper into her cunt. The feel of his bell shaped glans digging deeper and deeper into her softly. Yielding cunt pushed her over the brink of orgasm. She came. But the man wasn't satisfied with the fucking. He obviously wanted more. She felt him lifting her up with one impossibly strong arm. Something rattled and she felt links of chain circling her left wrist. Struggling failed to free her hand. Bradford had chained her to the fence. Twisting around, she attempted to keep her other hand free. She failed. She was chained spread eagle to the fence. What was worse, the man's prick slipped from her hungry pussy with a lewd, juicy plop. Empty inside, abandoned and chained to the fence, she simply hung there. Never had the girl felt more forlorn or humbled. The blonde's feet failed to touch the cold concrete floor by almost two inches. Her entire weight was suspended by her arms and shoulders. Already, they had begun to ache under the strain of her weight.

"Why are YOU doing this to me?" she asked. "Why me? What have I ever done to you?"

Bradford stood looking at his handiwork. He checked the chains and the locks he had placed on them, insuring her imprisonment. He smiled and said nothing. That was worse than if he had boasted about her captivity, her helplessness. They both knew that she was his to do with as he pleased.

"Hey, let me get back in and get to fucking, huh, Mr. Bradford?" demanded the football jock. His cock gleamed in the dim light of the smelly locker room. The cunt juice drying on his cock had turned it into a shaft of the purest silver. Visibly, as the cunt oil evaporated, his erection turned back into a throbbing alive, red cock.

"Let me hold one of her legs. We'll make sure you can really fuck into the tightest possibly pussy," said Bradford, casually grabbing one of Debbie's white booted feet and pulling the leg up. He held her so that her leg was at the right angle to her body. She hung, suspended from the chain link fence, her bonds rattling as more and more weight was applied to them. She began to feel the full effects of the degradation.

Her pussy was obscenely exposed to the man wanting to fuck her. Her blonde-rimmed pussy trembled with fear at the impact of the man's cock. The way Bradford held her leg insured the tightest possible cunt to drive into. "Yeah, that's more like, it," the player said. He grabbed Debbie's other foot and tucked it under his arm as if it were the football and he didn't want the other team to ever strip it from his grip. He moved forward. The girl had to close her eyes. This was too terrible to be happening to her. She felt the strain mounting in her shoulders. The cold metal link grating behind her cut mercilessly into her soft, white flesh. The way her legs were spread kept her from struggling. But even a token protest wasn't possible for her. Hands and feet immobilized, she completely at Bradford's mercy. And the man had no mercy whatsoever. He laughed aloud as the player moved into the widespread vee of her thighs and pushed his cock back into her small diametered cunt.

Debbie felt she was going to be ripped apart. The cock drove in fast and hard. She felt the plum tipped cock spread her pussy lips and then explode all the way up into her guts. The friction burned at her cunt walls. She trembled like a leaf in a high wind. The pain rose in her body from, the twisted, contorted position, but still the man shoved his cock deeper into her belly.

"Stop it!" she begged. But it did no good.

She could tell by the look on the man's face that he wasn't going to stop fucking her until he came. He was too far lost in the wonderland of lust for that. His hips positioned in and out, sending his cock raking along the tender wails of her cunt until she wanted to die. This wasn't the way fucking was supposed to be. It was supposed to be tender and passionate and slow and wonderful. This was quick and brutal and she had never felt more abused in her young life. The player's hands probed the most intimate portions of her body. While her leg remained under his arm, his hand explored her asshole. A finger traced her tiny anus and drove hard and fast into her shit chute.

She screamed and she got off on it the orgasm crushing her body was totally unexpected. The girl hated herself for being so weak. It seemed as if any sex, no matter how she got it, was all right with her body. The feel of the man's finger exploring her asshole should have turned her off entirely. This was rape. This was brutal. This was degrading. She came again. Everything conspired against her. The pain that should have prevented her sexual pleasure somehow added to it. She had something to compare the ecstatic pleasures of a cock reaming out her seething hot pussy to. The pain built up and actually got her off again.

I… aaieee! Her body quivered and she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to jam her snatch down over the man's impaling spike of hard cock. The way she was chained and held by the two men prevented much motion on her part. But it did spur the man to a faster tempo. He fucked her with long, powerful strokes that set her innards on fire.

"More give me more! I hate it! I hate you both! And I want more!"

Bradford laughed harshly. She barely heard him over the pounding of her own pulse in her head. Temples throbbing like the beat of a drum, she knew she was far gone sexually. The man fucking her began, to diddle himself with the finger that was stuffed all the way up her ass.

"Hey, damn, this is fucking great!" he cried. "I can feel my cock through her guts. She sure as hell is a tight and hot bitch! Wow!"

She cried openly now. The conflicting emotions ripping her apart inside added to the power of her comes. The man's prick got her off again and again. She couldn't control herself. Pain built up in her body. The way her legs were being harshly yanked apart compressed her cunt around the man's cock. She knew he was going to rip her apart with that fleshy sword. He didn't. What he did do was fuck her until she came like a human machine gun! Again and again she came, until she hardly realized she was smashing herself back against the chain link fence. Blood ran down her back from where she cut herself on the crud metal. Her legs were kept too wide for her to do much else but bob up and down in an attempt to get more cock into her greedy little pussy.

Her actions were further guided by the thick finger jammed all the way into her asshole. The man drove his cock over the tip of his finger, only a thin membrane separating his digit from his hard fucking cock. And when he came, it scared her guts as if he had spewed acid into her captive twat.

"God, oh, God!" he cried. He arched his back and rammed furiously into her cunt. His fountaining prick soon deflated and he took a step back. He looked down stupidly at his melting cock. It was drenched with his come and the girl's fuck juice. His prick finally went to sleep, and hung limp and spent against the front of his pants.

"Not bad," said Bradford, still hanging onto Debbie's leg. He enjoyed giving that imprisoned leg tiny jerks. He knew that pain would be shooting into her pussy every time he did it.