Long-nailed fingers scratched deep inside her already injured pussy. Fat fingers rubbed over her wriggling clit. Long thick fingers were being driven so deep inside her cunt that they drove the breath from Sandy's lungs. Sandy gurgled around her mouthful of fingers, her dazed mind dazzled by the varieties of pain and pleasure she was being dealt. Hands pulled her up by her hair until she was squatting on her knees, and that gave her molesters access to almost every inch of her tanned, silky body. Sandy squirmed helplessly, held in place by a hundred hands. A cheer went up when she started cumming, and the crowd attacked her with even greater fervor. Sandy's big brown eyes fluttered shut as her orgasm coursed through her lithe, sultry body. She writhed sensually, sinuously, her mind lost in a haze of sexual pleasure. Then, just as her first orgasm was starting to fade, a stronger one hit her.
Sandy screamed with pain-filled ecstasy as the second orgasm poured through her sexy, squirming body. Someone silenced her by pinching her tongue and pulling it out between her lips. A sexy, tiny blonde slapped the elongated cones of her tits while they were pulled out, and the agonizing vibrations from the blows made Sandy climax again and again, even as her face twisted with pain and tears streaked down her cheeks.
A big, balding man slapped her face, and suddenly everyone was hitting her. Sandy cried out helplessly as the same little blonde who had slapped her tits pounded them flat against Sandy's chest with her tiny, hard fists. A thin guy with big muscles sank his fist into her stomach, and Sandy would have crumpled over onto the floor if not for all the hands that were holding her up. Hands that had been stroking and pinching her long, lean legs started beating them instead, slapping and punching until Sandy pitched and surged from the pain pounding of fists and palms.
Even her pussy was getting slapped, as the twins took turns smacking their palms, then punching their fists, as hard as they could against the swollen pink cunt-lips. And someone was banging his knuckles into the crack of her ass, driving a painful wedge right into the tender bud of her asshole. Sandy cried out, but there were so many hands battering her about the head and face that barely a sound escaped her lips.
But she was still cumming. Her cunt spasmed. Clear, slick pussycream slithered down her tanned, shuddering thighs, splattering onto the floor with every impact of a fist or palm against her legs. Even when two big men started pounding their fists into her sides, making fireballs of pain explode through her head, Sandy still reached one climax after another. She gasped and panted her way through orgasms that never seemed to fade at all, just build and build and build even higher.
"String her up," a little man with a missing tooth said, grabbing a long, slender reed off the torture cart and swinging it through the air. "String her up so we can make her slutty ass squirm some more!"
"Chain the slut!" a buxom, middle-aged woman shouted, picking up a short club.
"It's time we beat some restraint into the trampy little nymph!" The twins grabbed Sandy's wrists and pulled them high above her head, and the men who had been beating her sides pulled her up to her feet with grips on her tits and arms. They had to hold her steady while a tall man stepped in to help chain her hands high above her head.
Sandy had been beaten almost unconscious, and as soon as the chains locked around her wrists and the men stepped back away from her, she slumped forward. Her chin rested on her chest and her feet dragged limply against the floor. A long, shining strand of spit dangled from her parted lips. When she looked up, all she saw were evil, lusting faces and implements of torture.
A whip switched through the air. Riding crops switched through the air. There were belts and paddles and switches and clothes hangers. There was even a baseball bat that people took turns with, slamming it up between her legs, clubbing her little bald pussy over and over while Sandy spread her legs wide to give them room to swing the bat hard into her pussy. But Sandy didn't cry until she saw the man with the fishing pole. When he whipped it toward her and the needle sharp hook sliced across the golden skin of her thigh Sandy knew she was in hell.
"Well, beat the slut," Bridget said, and Sandy looked up to see the sexy redhead sitting back with a drink in her hands, watching the whole spectacle with amusement, with Arnie, Rocky and Chuck sitting around her. "She hasn't had a real whipping yet. I want to see how she holds up." Sandy was a vision of sexy loveliness as she hung, vulnerable, from the chains that circled her wrists. Her golden hair tumbled about her shoulders, her beautiful face sparkled with sweat and tears.
The golden evening gown molded itself to her sexy body like a second skin, showing off every sensuous curve and flare. Sandy looked sexy and helpless. Every man and woman in the room wanted nothing more than to hurt her. "Oh please!" Sandy moaned pathetically as they advanced on her with their weapons. "Oh please!"
A woman reached her first, and she slapped the ping pong paddle she was holding right into the jutting cone of Sandy's right tit. The sound of the blow reverberated like a rifle shot.
Sandy squirmed in agony. Her tit felt smashed beyond repair. The woman slapped her left tit even harder, and Sandy's silky blonde hair curtained her face as she whipped her head from side to side.
The cat struck her ass and the bullwhip wrapped around her thighs at almost the same instant, and Sandy felt as though she was being skinned alive. The baseball bat came whistling up between her legs over and over, pounding such agony through Sandy's already demolished pussy that for an instant she passed out. She came around from the sudden, biting agony of a switch slashing into her face. As she blinked her eyes open, it hit her again and again. When she saw the cruel smile on the green-eyed, blonde teenager who was wielding it, Sandy begged for mercy. The sexy little blonde just hit her face harder. Belts were rising and falling on every side of the embattled beauty. They striped her slender arms and creamy sides and long, lean legs with lines of fire. Paddles shook her ass and thighs and tits. Whips kissed her jiggling asscheeks and bouncing tits with fine red lines of fire. The baseball bat kept slamming into her cunt and switches played fire over her hands and feet. Sandy was in a world of pain. She would never have believed it possible to feel so many different kinds of pain all at once.
In moments, her beautiful evening gown hung about her in shreds. The whips and belts tore it to ribbons, until it was no more than a colorful garnish on her lovely, nude body.
After the dress was torn apart, the crowd beat Sandy even harder. Now they could see the marks they were leaving on her twisting, tanned body, and the sight of the damage they were doing to her raised their lust to even higher levels. Sandy drifted through a world of pain. At times it almost seemed as if she watched the beating of her sexy body from someplace far away. Other times every blow seemed sure to be the one which would kill her. After a while she stopped writhing under the awful abuse. She hung, barely squirming, as they beat her. But she was cumming.
They were beating her so savagely that every bone in her body felt broken, every muscle torn, every organ damaged beyond repair. Drops of blood splattered the floor from where the whips had caught her too often and too harshly. She was barely conscious, barely sane, driven beyond endurance by this horrible finale to her week of torment. But her cunt was spasming and leaking fuck-juice which coated her welted thighs and dripped to the floor beneath her. "The dirty slut's cumming!" a man screamed, and then Sandy felt the worst pain yet as he drove the head of the golf club right up into her pussy. "The sexy whore's getting her rocks off!"