Pulling the rubber suit over her tits was the most painfully part of all. The rubber crushed her 38-inch tits, flattening them against her chest and spreading them until they looked like two soft comfortable pillows. They were holes for her nipples, and with her tits crushed so cruelly by the tight rubber, the nubs of flesh swelled and throbbed. Her nipples spiked out unbelievably hard and long. Pat leaned over and pinched them until Barbie squirmed with pain and cried for him to stop. He just pinched them harder, then check his watch.
"Six minutes, Barbie-bitch," he said wit a shake of his head. "That means sixty lashes. Shit, your not going to have any skin left on that sweet little ass by the time I'm done with you."
"Whore, you've got a lot of proving to do!" Dave growled as Barbie pulled the rubber over her arms and onto her shoulders. She almost broke her wrist zipping it up her back. "Far as I'm concerned, you've got little-girl tits, a stuck-up face, and a scrawny body! And you don't know how to fuck or suck worth a shit! You better shape up fucking fast, or there's not going to be any of you fucking left by the time the games rolls around!"
Barbie collapsed on the floor, the rubber suit finally on. The three cadets gathered close around her.
"Shit," Dave said, raspy-voice with lust. "Look at the bitch now!"
The rubber suit molded every line and curve of Barbie's sleek, sexy body. Her long, lean legs her full, curvy ass, hourglass waist, and high, proud tits all look as though they had been coated in a thin layer of shining black paint. The plump bulge of her pussy jutted obscenely through the tight rubber. Even the way the exhausted, sexy cheerleader moved, her svelte body writhing slowly, sinuously with pain and fatigue, added to the sexiness of what the boys were seeing. Each of them was tempted to call the other boys back and let the gangbang continue. A bitch as sexy as Barbie needed constant fucking.
But there was something else she needed too, and that was training. Dave grabbed her by a handful of her sleek black hair and hauled her roughly to her feet.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Please Dave!" Barbie moaned, too tired to scream at the pain that burned through her scalp. "Please don't make me do anything right now! Let me rest for just a second! Please! Just a second and then I'll do whatever you want!"
"Move your ass, you lazy whore!" Dave growled pulling her to her feet and then throwing her stomach down over the bicycle that sat in the middle of the room. "Lets strap the slut down and get her to work! I'm about ready to hit the sack!"
Barbie gasped when she saw what was sticking out of the seat of the bicycle. There were two huge dildos, shape like hard, ugly male cocks, each one at least a foot long. Just leaning on the seat made the dildos thrust up and down slowly. Barbie could see the mechanism under the seat that pistoned the dildos up and down. It was activated by pressure on the seat, and Barbie knew that pedaling the bike would cause the dildos to plunge up and down at lightning speed.
She didn't have much time to see anything else before the three big cadets grabbed her and pulled her leg over the side of the bike. Barbie struggled desperately, urging her fucked-out, worn-out body to frantic motion in a vain attempt to escape the horror the boys had planned for her. It was no use. In moments she felt the two huge dildos splitting open her swollen fuck-holes. Dave and Gary pulled her down to the base of the seat, filling her asshole and cunt with the fat rubber cocks, as Pat strapped her to the seat.
"Please, guys!" Barbie moaned, her voice cracking. "You got to let me go sometime! I won't tell anybody about what you did, I promise! Just please don't do this! I can't take any more of this!"
"You're going to take a hell of a lot more then this," Pat said with a smirk. "And your parents aren't expecting you for a couple of days. I conned one of your dumb slut friends into saying you were staying over at her house."
Cold terror froze Barbie. The idea that she would be at the mercy of the boys for several days was almost more then she could stand.
The cocks speared so deep inside her body that Barbie couldn't keep from squirming, trying to ease the terrible pressure they exerted on her already battered fuck-holes. The foot-long pole that skewered her pussy pressed harshly against her cervix, stretching her swollen, beaten cunt to the very limits of its elasticity. The twelve-inch dildo that clogged her asshole made her asscheeks feel as though they were being pulled apart, and made her legs feel as though they were no longer joined to the same body. She could feel the fat rubber head of the dildo pushing deep inside of her asshole, making her bend forward over the bike in a desperate effort to relieve the pressure.
"Hurts so bad!"
"Now for the fun part," Gary said.
He clipped a huge, sharp-edge alligator clip on each of Barbie's fat, hard nipples, letting the cruel metal bite deep into her tender flesh. Barbie screamed as she watched the steel jaws indent her sensitive nipple-flesh. Tiny droplets of blood oozed from the hard nubbins of flesh. The pain was so bad that Barbie thought her nipples had been ruined, torn from her firm, youthful tits forever.
"No! Gary! No,please no!" Barbie screamed in terror as Gary ran another alligator clip between her blood swollen cunt-lips. "Not there Gary! Please don't! Oh damn you, don't do this!"
It was too late. Gary let the clip snap on her clit and Barbie's world exploded in a haze of agony. She twisted and thrashed on the bicycle, causing the twin dildos to fuck brutally into her pussy and asshole.
She grabbed for the clip on her clit, ready to tear it off in spite of the terrible punishment she knew would follow, but Pat stepped in and caught her wrists. Barbie fought so savagely that Dave had to step in to help Pat, and between them, they fitted Barbie's wrist into two heavy iron cuffs that were part of the handlebars of the bike. Gary then snapped the catches securing Barbie's wrist to the handlebars of the bike. The luscious young cheerleader howled in animal frustration at not being able to move her hands. When they strapped her feet to the pedals, Barbie screeched like a banshee, maddened by her pain and humiliation.
"Turn on the switches, guys," Gary said, checking the bicycle and the other equipment like a General inspecting his troops. "This part of your training is simple Barbie-slut. There's a certain speed you need to pedal that bike at. When you pedal it that speed you get a great double fuck. When you pedal it slower you'll get hurt. We already saw what an in-heat little whore you are, so this should be an easy decision to make. And in the morning we'll come and let you loose. Shoot, that's only ten hours away."
"No Gary!" Barbie cried, her voice shaking, tears running down her beautiful young face. "Please don't do this to me!"
"The faster you go, the faster the dildos will fuck you," Gary said, obviously proud of his work. Dave flipped a switch and Barbie felt a faint tickling in her cunt and asshole. "And the faster they'll vibrate. They'll have a sleazy whore like you creaming all over the place in no time."
Barbie squirmed uncomfortably on the two huge prods. Even though the two monster dildos were hurting her terribly, deeply violating her tenderized fuck-holes, her cunt was beginning to get hot, her shit-chute beginning to feel tingly. Barbie felt so ashamed of herself that she wanted to die.
"The faster you pedal, the harder the chains attached to the clips on your nipples and clit will pull," Gary said with a shrug. "I guess that might hurt some, but it'll hurt a lot more if you go slow. Show her why, Pat."
Pat flipped a switch.
Barbie tried to scream. She couldn't. She couldn't breathe or scream or move. All she could do was shake like a spastic, drooling like an imbecile, gurgle like a baby. As a huge charge of electricity jolted her sleek young body, making her bounce on the bike like a frenzied dancer.