Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

"Don't," he said menacingly. "I like you naked. That way, you won't go running outside for help."

She sprinted for the end of the lockers. Not sure what to do then, she feinted to the right and ran left. The man was there waiting for her with open arms. He circled her wet body and lifted her high. No matter how she kicked and fought, she couldn't escape him this time.

"Bitch," he panted, "I ought to whale the tar out of you for this. But I figure only a little punishment will suffice. This is your first offense, after all she started to protest to scream, but then stopped."

Something told her that more fight on her part would make things so bad very bad for her. She went limp and flied to snake through his arms. It was as if he had read her mind. He was ready for her. He landed on top of her. A dull whoosh knocked all the wind from her lungs. She gasped for air, each breath coming hard. All she could hear was the man laughing and saying, "You've been bad. Gotta punish you. God, do I have to punish that sweet white ass of yours!"

She felt the man moving ha around. Something hard clinked at her left wrist as he pulled her arm out straight. The same thing happened with her right arm. She tried to free herself, all the while gasping air into her tortured lungs. She found herself chained firmly to two of the benches in the locker room. As she struggled, she discovered that Bradford had chained her legs, too. This put her face down, supported by the chains, between two benches. Her pussy was widely exposed in the vee of her legs. Now, no amount of struggle would cover up her snatch.

"Trying to disobey your superior, eh?" he said. She screamed as a leather strap landed firmly on her ass. The pain rocketed all the way up her spine and shocked her into awareness. She could feel an ugly red welt slowly rising on her once smooth ass flesh. The man didn't seem content with a single stroke. Another followed and another and another until she was lost in a terrible world of searing red pain.

He laughed as he whipped her with the broad leather strap. When he stopped, the cessation was almost as bad as the whipping itself. Then he dropped to his knees in the vee of her legs and placed his hand flat on her curvy ass.

"Hmmmm, just about the right temperature, don't ya think?"

"Don't spank me any more," she whimpered. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hit me with that strap again."

"Of course you'll do whatever I want you to. You have no choice – now. No, I think I'll whip you a few more times – to make certain you remember this lesson."

He stood, and this time the whistling leather strap landed across her turgid cunt lips. She screamed in real pain. All else had been a warm up for this. He whipped her tender pussy lips until she was positive they were bruised and would never heal.

The girl began to hate herself. She felt her pussy getting damp. She hated this; she hated the pain. She didn't want the man whipping her, and still she was becoming excited. Her frothy cunt juice boiled out of her. There was no explaining this reaction. The man whipping her didn't seem the least bit surprised.

He ran his fingers up and down the length of her sex gash, as if sampling the quality of her fuck juice. Satisfied, he pulled the rough side of the leather strap tightly against her snatch and began to drag it back and forth. This was about what she had been doing to herself with the towel back in the shower.

The difference now was that the man was doing it, and he was pulling as hard as he could the friction made her cunt lips burn. That heat bubbled up into her belly and threatened to drive her out of her mind. She couldn't tell if what she felt was true sexual desire or some bastard feeling he was coaxing from her.

"There," he finally said. "The leather strap's good and wet with your love juice. See?" He thrust the cunt juice soaked strap under her nose. "SEE?"

She could only nod numbly. She didn't trust herself to speak. Not now, not after the ass spanking and this.

"Bitch!" he suddenly cried. "I'm really going to punish you now!" She opened her mouth to argue, to plead, to grovel. He slid the leather strap, soggy with her cunt oil, between her lips. A quick jerk fastened it securely between her teeth, an effective gag.

"Now, you will receive the true punishment. Or is it really punishment?" he asked himself. "This is a gift many women would gladly slit their wrists to get. I'm going to fuck you. I am going to give you my precious pecker! All the way up that shitty asshole of yours!"

She tried to scream, but the leather strap between her teeth prevented it. She didn't want his prick all the way up her ass. She didn't! But she was powerless to stop him. The more she struggled, the tighter it seemed that the chains on her wrists became. She thrashed about, trying to turn one of the benches over. It wasn't possible; she didn't have the leverage to do it.

The terrified girl felt the man pressing his cock against her liquid gash. How she hated herself for responding like this! She willed her pussy to stop flowing. It didn't help. If anything, she felt even more of the boiling hot fuck oil building up inside her, ready to rush out at an instant's notice.

"God, you're a hot one! I can feel the heat boiling out from inside you. Fucking your ass is going to be instructive."

He stroked back and forth, his cock cradled by her bruised and trembling pussy lips. She shuddered and felt hot, salty tears running down her cheeks. She wanted to die. But death wasn't possible for her, either. Not the way he had her chained down.

He tired of feeling her injured cunt lips on either side of his cock. He suddenly rammed his prick all the way into her cunt. The blonde teenager passed out from the shock. He surged balls deep into her cunt. The twisted position she was chained in made her think his cock was breaking off inside her cunt. He stroked until she fully regained consciousness. She sighed softly, hating the taste of the leather in her mouth, but beginning to turn on to the feel of a cock in her pussy. After all, this was what she had been daydreaming about when he surprised her in the shower. It wasn't quite the way she would have wanted to get his prick, but it did thrill her, now that he was fucking her. He seemed to sense her enjoyment. With a lewd squishing noise, he pulled out. She felt hollow inside, needy, wanting. And then she felt the tip of his long, hard cock press into the puckered knot of her asshole. She sensed and tried to keep him from fucking into her precious, tightly guarded passage.

"Ah, the little bitch doesn't want to feel my cock, does she? That will change. I'm going to have you if I have to rip you apart all the way to the chin!"

He shoved harder. She grunted, biting down on the leather strap in her teeth. She couldn't escape the man's probing cock. No matter how she twisted or turned, she remained directly beneath his prick. The chains on her wrists cut into her soft flesh cruelly. She could even feel tiny streams of blood beginning to flow.

Worst of all was her ass. The man's hairy body rocked to and fro across her tortured butt. The whipping had raised red welts that throbbed and hurt like hell. She couldn't avoid him, no matter how hard she struggled.

"You like it, don't you, you dumb cunt?"

He thrust forward even harder, the head of his cock forcing apart the tight muscle of her anus.

The blonde teenager thought she would die then and there. Never had such pain blazed through her loins. She tried to get a firmer grip on her rampaging emotions. She knew that if she could only relax, the pain in her butt wouldn't be as great. But knowing what she had to do and doing it were two different things.

"God, you're tight up the ass! This is more than I bargained for. Fucking your ass is going to be a treat!"