"Yaghfhfhfhhfffff!"
"Shit, my arm's gettin' fuckin' tired."
Shari thanked God he was getting tired. Her ass was on fire. The beating of that horrid whip had felt as if he were setting fire to her ass.
"Lemme have a hand on it, man. I wanna see that bitch bouncin' around too."
Shari shook her head, screaming through the ball as she watched helplessly. Frank took the crop and moved behind the teen. Again, the crop smacked down on her asscheeks, the leather creasing her flesh and leaving long red marks in her skin. Shari thought she would die. The stinging heat was growing worse and worse. The blazing agony in her ass radiated to her pussy, making more and more juice ooze from her cuntal mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. Through the ball, Shari cried out for mercy. But she knew there would be no mercy here.
"Stop it! Oh God, you're going to kill her!" Diane cried out.
Frank beat farther up, hitting the flesh around her shoulders. The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. For a moment, Shari thought she had no skin left. They were going to flay her alive. With complete despair, she let herself dangle from the chains, her head falling back. Her asscrack opened wide.
Frank smiled, seeing his opportunity. With a terrifying overhead slashing stroke, be brought the crop down between her asscheeks, making sure the leather strips hit her asshole hard.
"Yaghhghghghghfhfffff!"
More stars popped in front of the girl. It was as if someone had rammed a burning branding iron up her asshole. She screamed and shouted, her cries escaping from around the gagging ball and echoing through the room. It felt as if he had taken a handful of her assguts and yanked them from her gut. She screamed again and again, her chest hurting from the effort of shouting out her pain. Another blow around her thighs sent a rush of juice escaping from her pussy, wetting down her blonde cuntal curls.
"Man, she's juicin' like crazy down here," Doug said, rubbing his fingers over her pussy. Shari liked that feel even though her ass burned more and more.
"Yeah, it's ‘cause I'm heatin' up her assbud! Man, she's an ass person if I ever saw one. Bet she'll like gettin' ass-fucked!" Frank's voice was heavy with lust.
The big stud stopped the whip long enough to jab it into her shitter. Again, Shari yelped, her legs kicking out like those of a frog.
"Gimme that thing! Gonna fuck ‘er with that mother."
Shari cried out the moment she felt the blunt instrument work into her pussy. She jerked her ass back to get away from it. The tip of the crop slipped roughly into her pussy whatever she tried, forcing the wet, hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her cunt muscles around the weapon almost dragged it from Doug's band. He laughed, twisting it around, fucking down into the girl's body. When it touched her cherry, however, Shari's rutting stopped. Panic took its place.
How could she tell him she was a virgin? How could she tell him she was cherry?
"Hey, man, ran into something down in here," Doug said, pulling the crop out and sticking two fingers into her cunt-hole. Shari grimaced, her pussy snugging up to the invading digits as they slipped down until the tips touched her cherry. Again, the girl tucked her ass back, clenching her asscheeks together as Doug felt her cherry.
"What's up?"
"You ain't gonna believe this, but this cunt's got a fuckin' cherry!"
Doug's face reflected the surprise he felt. Twisting his fingers around, he pushed the sensitive membrane in, rolling up his eyes and watching the young teen dangling above him shuddering on her chains.
"Gotta pop this mother, baby. And I'm gonna do it with this."
Shari looked down and saw him gripping the riding crop hard with both hands. She shook her head. No! no! that wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Her mother had told her how men and women took care of these matters in the marriage bed-not with broom handles or whips!
But apparently that wasn't going to happen with Doug He took the instrument and shoved it back into her cunt, screwing it around and around, shoving it down like some terrible spear. In a moment, Shari felt it rubbing up against her cherry. In another second, the girl felt an awful achy pain that rose quickly to a sharp level.
"Yaghfhfhfhhfhfhffff!"
Her face was a blur, her head jerking from shoulder to shoulder as the pain increased. There was a tearing sensation. And then… and then it was all over. Shari knew he had torn through her cherry. She let out a terrible shout, feeling the small tiny membrane ripping from its anchorage. He had fucked down all the way, and now he was sending the riding crop into her cunt, down where nothing had ever been before.
"Man, she's okay now," he said, pulling the stick from her cunt and wiping it against his trousers.
"Cherry! I didn't think kids were cherry any more after ten!" Frank shook his head.
"She won't have nothin' to worry about no more," Doug said, catching her chin in his hand and laughing up at bet. "Now it's smooth sailin' all the way, and we got one hell of a course plotted for you, bitch."
Chapter 7
They had taken her down. Thank God in heaven! They had taken her down! The hood had been torn off, cast to one side, but Doug insisted they keep the gag in her. The ordeal was far from over, however. Dragging her half lifeless across the floor, the tops of her toes scraping over the cement floor, Doug and Frank took her to the other side of the room. She was babbling something about her cherry, sobbing because they had raped her so cruelly with that riding crop. The flutter in her cunt was still there, but muted by the horrible pain of the cherry popping.
"I've had it with this bitch, man. Gotta get off on her real bad," Doug said.
Shari felt herself bumping up against something. A work bench of some sort. There were greasy engine parts on it. Doug reached around and pulled some of them off, jamming her hard against the edge of the table.
"Offfffffff!"
"Get "er hands out there-come on, baby, they've been stretched out by the fuckin' chains. Remind me, we gotta get ‘em down before my old man comes back tomorrow. He'll freak if he sees ‘em hangin' down like that," Doug said to his buddy.
"Right now, man I'm so fuckin' hot from all that screwin' around back there, I could cum in my pants," he said, rubbing his crotch up against Shari's ass.
The girl groaned once more, chewing down on the gag as she felt the sexy, slippery rub of Frank's crotch against her asscheeks. They had spun her around and around, confused her, torn away any sense of modesty and self respect with all the beating and degradation they bad visited upon her. And now they bad torn her cherry away, getting ready to fuck her.
"Up on the fuckin' bench. Open them vises," Doug said to his buddy, pushing the girl onto the table and shoving her down. There were two large black iron vises on either side of the work bench. Frank muttered something about Doug getting all the good pussy, and pulled her arms apart, slipping her right wrist between the iron jaws of the first vise, then twisting the small lever around and around until Shari's hand was securely gripped.
Next came her left wrist, trapped in the other vise in the same way.
"Go get off on the girl over there," Doug said, opening his pants and pulling them down. Shari jerked her head up and saw his fat cock, the biggest thing she had ever seen, even in pictures. He was stripping, pulling off his boots while Frank edged up to the screaming Diane.
"You cherry too?" she heard Frank ask, an answer being a wail after a hard slapping sound.
"Now, for the good part."
Doug crawled onto the table, checking the vises, twisting the small levers a little more and laughing as the jaws nearly crushed the small bones in Shari's wrists. She struggled up against the table, feeling his cockhead rubbing fresh life into her pussy. In a moment, nothing more mattered. The beating, the humiliation, her friend's wild screams in the background-it was all part of some horrid game, a game she and Diane had willingly begun to play with these men. She could feel the heavy juices flowing once more from her cunt. Shari worked her thighs from side to side, feeling her pussy hot enough to wink wide, then close down on nothing. Every movement of her ass against the splintery wood coaxed more juice from her pussy to ooze out and wet her thighs.