Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

He shoved harder. She felt another inch of his virile, throbbing alive prick enter her asshole. The quivering muscle was at the breaking point. When her anus finally relaxed, he drove balls deep into her butt.

She shouted and cried around the thick plug of cunt juice soaked leather strap in her mouth. This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't! Yet she could feel every single contour on the man's buried prick as if he had dipped himself in acid before fucking her asshole.

"Shit," he moaned, "you're so Goddamn tight I don't know how long I can stand it. And hot! Baby, I never felt an ass hotter than yours. Just don't you start to fart or I'll really have to fuck the hell out of your butt!"

She made tiny animal noises deep in her throat. It didn't seem to help. She was becoming more and more aware of the pain throughout her body. The way he had whipped her ass had raised welts. And every motion of his body across her tortured butt caused a lance of searing pain to stab into her guts. The pulling and twisting feeling in her shoulders and hips came from being chained to the benches. No amount of struggle would help relieve that. If anything, the pain would only mount. She swung slightly as he drove his prick in and out of her butt. She felt the man's cock ripping tender tissue. He filled her guts with his flaming prick until she was just about on the verge of passing out. The only bright point she could think of was that he had greased his cock in her pussy before beginning to bugger her. That saved some of her delicate flesh from injury. Some. But not much. Not enough.

He fucked faster. The heat threatened to melt her down inside. The huge head of his cock spread until it threatened to rip her rectum apart. His throbbing cock pulsed and jerked harder inside the tight sheath of her asshole.

He grunted and said, "Just like a Goddamn guillotine. Feels like a hangman's noose around my cock. God, I love this!"

He fucked even faster. The heat charred her guts. The twisted up and torn apart sensations mounted until she was hardly able to stand it. Her shoulders ached and her butt hurt and his cock drove ever deeper into her, sodomizing her, butt fucking with more and more power.

She may have passed out; she didn't know. The only recollection she had was the sudden hot surge of his come as it blasted into her convulsing shit chute.

He fucked and fucked and fucked until she was limp. And then his fountaining cock died amid a flow of his come.

"There. That was your first installment. You're going to be a good girl from now on, aren't you? If you're not you know what to expect."

He turned and walked off. For a horrifying instant, Debbie was afraid he was going to leave her just like that, chained and helpless. She had visions of men coming in and abusing her while she was at their mercy. She was paranoid but she couldn't help it, not after all that had happened to her so far.

But Bradford came back and released her from the chains. "Don't want to leave any marks," he told her calmly.

She fell face first onto the floor. The benches scooted away from her clutches and she was vaguely aware of her tits pressing into cold, hard concrete. She wanted to laugh hysterically. The coldness of the gray cement under her was almost a comfort. It wasn't a leather strap swatting her tender butt or drawing roughly across her cunt lips. But she couldn't laugh, not after what had happened. She burned inside from the corn holing. Her asshole had been pulled apart by the man's thick cock. She hated him for that, and she hated herself even more for the stirrings of true passion deep inside her. In spite of the torment he had brought to her, she was still hornier than hell!

By the time Debbie had pulled herself into a sitting position, the cold concrete under her well fucked ass, Bradford had left. Again, she was alone in the locker room.

Debbie simply sat, naked, on the bench. She cried bitterly, her entire body shaking with the strain of her emotions. Never had the young girl been subjected to such abuse. Her ass hurt worse than anything she could remember. The strap had been more than effective in raising welts on her soft, tender flesh. The way her asscheeks throbbed and hurt now, she wondered if the pain would ever go away. And that was just part of it. The cunt juice soaked strap had been thrust between her lips. The hinges of her jaw ached and she didn't even know if she could speak without pain assailing her. Every moment was sheer agony and, worse, so was the knowledge that she had been so helpless during the abuse. She hadn't been able to fight the man off. He was too strong for her. He had cornered her at her most vulnerable time. Coming out of a shower, wet and stark naked, wasn't the time she would have expected any sort of sexual assault from him. She had been totally at his mercy and she had discovered that the team's general manager had no mercy.

All Bradford had was lust. And she was the subject of that searing, soul tearing lust. She sobbed and rubbed her snatch where the rough leather strap had chaffed her delicate pussy lips. The girl wasn't sure that this was what truly bothered her. More than the physical abuse was the knowledge that her cunt had begun to froth over with lust when the man had begun. She had liked it!

And she wanted more. She shook and sobbed and, wanted more. The workout with the other cheerleaders had aroused her. When she had come into the locker room she had been as horny as she could ever remember being. The brutality Bradford had shown her had only ignited new and different sexual fires in her belly. Debbie hated him for doing this to her. He had taken advantage of her. But she had silently gone along with it. She knew she could have fought a little harder, said something a bit differently to make him stop. She hadn't. She had allowed him to use her like some plastic mail order blow up doll. The girl knew she was no better than a convenient receptacle for the man's cock.

"What's wrong, kid?" came Sherry's soft voice.

"Nothing," lied Debbie, trying to find her towel and pull it around her shaking shoulders. She wanted to be alone. To tell anyone of the utter humiliation that had been heaped upon her would only add to her despair.

"You're lying. That son of a bitch Bradford did something do you, didn't be? Did he use the whip on you?"

"The whip?"

A cold wind blew across the young girl's naked body then, causing her tits to bob slightly. She felt gooseflesh springing up, all over the whitely sloping cones of her jugs. But Debbie wasn't positive if it came from the cold air or the knowledge of what Bradford could have done to her. A whip!

"Yeah, that motherfucker enjoys the S amp;M bit. He didn't use it on you, I don't suppose." The raven haired girl sounded as if she were fishing for gossip, rather than desiring to help.

"Leave me alone."

"Nope. Not when Bradford has got to you. You need some tender loving care right now. Let me see." Sherry pressed closer and made Debbie roll over onto a bench and present her perky rear for inspection. The dark-haired girl sucked in her breath. "Damn, he beat you good! Those welts are ugly. Do they hurt very much?"

Debbie shook her head, not knowing how she should answer. It seemed that to be brave about this was the right way to go. To admit that her ass smarted like someone had dripped acid all over it wouldn't be the proper course of action to follow.

She winced as Sherry began lightly stroking her long fingers over her reddened assflesh. Soon the pain vanished, as if by magic. The other girl's touch soothed even as it had hurt at first. Debbie sighed and tried to relax. This wasn't so bad, not with Sherry stroking the tortured curves of her butt.

"Want me to kiss it and make it well?"

Debbie tried to roll over and look at Sherry. She discovered strong fingers gripping her waist and holding her firmly in position. The girl couldn't evade those questing red lips as they sank down to lightly kiss her butt. She had to admit that it was sort of sexy.