"Having fun Barbie?" Gary asked, the last words the beaten sex slave heard before she slipped away. "Good, because as soon as they're done fucking, you're going to start learning your real lessons. Little cunt, I'm going to make you know what pain is all about!"
Then Barbie fell limp between the two older boys who were fucking her. Neither of them seemed to mind, and they slammed her hanging, sexy body back and forth, bruising her as they fucked her cunt and asshole. They came at almost the same instant, filling her ravaged fuck-holes with so much cum that it began to run back down over her sleek thighs while they were still pouring more inside her, by the time they stepped away. Pat loosening the whip to let Barbie breathe again, the only sound was the steady dripping of gooey mixture of male jism and pussy-cream as it hit the floor.
Barbie hung silently, her svelte body striped with welts, her cunt and asshole swollen and red, her lower body a mess of cum and cunt-cream. Her face was smeared with filth and dotted with bruises. Her firm young tits were swollen from the abuse they had taken, and there was a bright red ring around her throat where Pat had used the whip to choke her.
Gary stepped forward to start her next lesson.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Wake up, Barbie," Gary said cheerfully, rubbing his cock all over Barbie's pretty soft face. "Time to wake up, little slut."
A stream of piss burst from his cock and splashed over Barbie's face. Gary guided the stream of his piss so that it poured between her parted lips and shot piss up her quivering nostrils. Barbie came awake choking and coughing, and as her eyes fluttered open, Gary aimed his stream of piss at them, making her cry out in anguish as her eyes filled with stinging pain.
"Rise and shine, toilet-bitch!" Gary shouted, waving his cock back and forth, soaking Barbie's beautiful bruised face in his stinking piss. After her lovely features were drenched he stuffed his cock between her lips and pissed straight down her throat. "Wake up, you dirty little cunt. It's time you started training for your fucking job."
Barbie spluttered on Gary's piss, trying desperately to swallow it but not able to keep up with the firehose blast that flooded her throat and filled her mouth. Piss poured back out over her face, soaking her even more thoroughly in waste. Piss shot out of her nose as she choked on the stinking liquid. And she swallowed huge gulps of the noxious broth. She was surprised at how welcome the rush of piss was, at how her dehydrated, exhausted body craved any drop of moisture it could get, no matter where it came from.
It wasn't until Gary squirted the last of his piss onto her tongue and made her lick his cock clean that Barbie had a chance to see where she was. When she realized the new position the boys had her bound in she began to cry. She wasn't sure what they were going to do to her, but the way they had her strung up now she would be vulnerable to any kind of torture that came to their minds.
Barbie was strung up in a chair that was constructed of leather straps. One strap tightly circled each knee, pulling them high and wide apart. Straps tightly cross her shoulders, each one circling under the arms on the other side to make her body more, stable. A thin strap tightly circled her middle in a noose and connected to the ceiling with the others. The five straps were what held Barbie bound, what held in the air. And they left every luscious inch of her tortured young body available to all three evil cadets.
Her cunt and ass were spread wide by the position of her knees. Her long, lean torso was stretched and left bare by the thin strap that circled her waist. And the straps that crossed beneath her arms tilted her enough so that her whipped-stripped back was still positioned for more abuse. She was only inches above the floor now, but she could the simple pulley that controlled the straps, and knew the boys could pull her as high into the air as they desired.
"I can't take any more!" she cried in a very small trembling voice. "You know you can do whatever you want to me! I'm a slut, just like you said! Won't you please give me a break now? You'll be able to do whatever you want to me, whenever you want! You know I won't be able to say no! But I hurt, so bad and I'm so tired! I'm hungry and thirsty and and I need a bath! I'm so dirty! If you fuck me to death now I'll be ruined and you won't be able to have anymore fun with me!"
"So what?" Gary asked cruelly. "There are plenty more sluts where you came from. And sluts with bigger tits, too. What's the problem, Barbie-bitch, didn't you drink enough cum when you were little?"
Barbie stopped pleading and stared up at Gary with passive, accepting eyes. She didn't even cry at the humiliating things he was sating to her. She was past tears now, they had fucked the life out of her, tortured her until her spirit had broken, the last brutal fucking hanging from the ceiling by her thumbs had pushed her as far into the muck as she could go.
Gary smiled thinly, slapping his huge fat cock down across her passive face. He knew what Barbie was thinking. He also knew how wrong she was. Barbie hadn't begun to scream and cry yet. They had been going easy on her until now.
Pat picked up a cigarette lighter and lit it. Barbie's eyes went wide as the flame sparked and fluttered. Dave produced a bundle of long, sharp pins with large silver balled head from behind his back and smiled at the bound, helpless beauty. It wasn't until Pat touched the lighter's flame to her pussy-hair that the tortured cheerleader realized she could still be made to scream.
"No, no, no, no don't dear God don't! No, no, no Pat no, no!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs unable to get the words out fast enough in her desperate attempt to make Pat pull the flame away from her tender cunt. The flame was causing her pussy-hair to crackle and sizzle.
Dave stuck one of the pins into the shuddering flat plane of her belly. He caught the lip of her navel and pushed the pin right through it. He pierced her flesh no more then an inch, but it was awful, the sight of the pin sticking up out of her body made it even worse. Barbie writhed madly against the straps of leather that held her dangling from the ceiling.
Pat brush the flame from the lighter no more then a quarter of an inch from the fluttering lips of Barbie's cunt. The sexy cheerleader bucked and shuddered in terror and pain, unable to believe the cruelty of what the boys were doing to her. She had thought she had seen the limits of suffering and degradation, but she'd been very wrong. Suddenly she felt very naive to have believed that she was broken beyond caring. Gary and the other would always have some new outrage cruelty to commit on her helpless, sexy body.
"Kiss my cock, Barbie-slut," Gary said, slapping her wide eye, pain-twisted face. "Give it a big wet kiss. Plant those cocksucking lips on my big cock and show how much you love it."
Barbie stared up blankly at Gary, barely comprehending the words he was speaking. After a moment she kissed the underside of Gary's cock just behind the bulge of his prick-head. Her lips parted, her tongue teased out to play over Gary's heated fuck-flesh.
Pat set her cunt-hair on fire, sizzling so much at once that a flame erupted over Barbie's crotch. He patted it out before she was burned, but the flash fire had reduced her silky cunt-hair to burnt stubble. Pat played the flame a quarter inch from the tendons that lined her inner thighs watching the muscles jump with involuntary contractions.
Dave plunged a pin deep into the muscle of Barbie's right thigh, then screwed the pin around until a drop of bright red blood oozed out to streak over her silky skin. He plunged another pin into her leg just above her kneecap, a third up into the soft pillow of flesh where her thigh met the curve of her ass. A forth went high on her hip. Dave methodically tortured her right leg with the long, sharp pins.