Raped virgin cheerleader

CHAPTER THREE

Barbie came awake, drowning.

At first she thought the boys had decided to throw her in Luce Park Lake and kill her. She flapped her arms and legs frantically, trying to swim to safety. Then she realized what was really happening, and wished they had just drowned her.

They were pissing on her.

Twenty boys were standing around her in a circle, and there were dozens more holding their cocks in their hands, waiting to take their turns. The streams of piss were hitting her everywhere. They splashed over her tits, forming a quickly rushing piss river through her silky cleavage. They soaked her hair, matting her lustrous black tresses flat against her head. They tattooed her between the quivering lips of her pussy, filling her cunt more full of stinking burning waste then it had been of jism. Gummy clots of cum washed out of her pussy.

Piss splashed into the crack of her ass, burning the stretched, torn mouth of her pulverized shitter. Piss filled the tiny cup of her navel and made the creamy skin of her legs and flanks and stomach sparkle wetly. Boys piss on her hands, feet, arms, and neck. Every inch of her gorgeous young body was soaked with piss. But the worst was the piss that hit her face. Barbie gagged on mouthfuls of piss that gushed into her open mouth. Her eyes burned from the piss that splashed into her eyes. She even couldn't even draw a breath because of the piss that flowed up her nose. At least ten of the boys who surrounded her were aiming their streams of piss at her beautiful, upturned face. Their combined streams of piss hit the gorgeous cheerleader with the force of a firehose blast.

The piss quickly washed away the crusted cum that painted the teenager's sexy young body. As the second row of boys stepped up to take their turns, Barbie lean, sinuous body was clean of jism and glistening with piss. She looked like a sexy water nymph, soaking wet from the sea. Only the awful smell and the look of sickened humiliation on Barbie's face would have revealed that she was being drenched in piss, not water.

Barbie could barely comprehend what was happening to her. They were pissing on her. Pissing on her like she was nothing but a filthy toilet, an open sewer, a fuck out whore who would let her customers do anything for a twenty dollar fee. The boys pissing on her showed Barbie what they really thought of her, what she really represented to them.

Then her cunt began to get hot.

"Stop!" she gasped, still gagging on piss that flooded into her open mouth. "Stop it, you lousy bastards! You can't do this to me! I'll get you all!"

"Shut up, slut!" Gary shouted and suddenly he pounded on her, wrapping her piss-soaked hair in his powerful hands and slamming her head against the ground. "Open your mouth, you hot-ass little cunt. Open up your mouth, cheerleader, I'm going to piss down your cocksucking throat!"

He pounded Barbie's head into the piss-muddied ground a dozen times, making the world tilt wildly and dark spots dance in front of Barbie's eyes. Then he stuffed his cock between her swollen lips and started hosing his piss down her throat.

"You got a lot of things to learn, Barbie-slut!" Gary growled, filling her stomach with his burning piss. "They teach us tactics in our school, and they teach us about how to break the enemy! You're the fucking enemy bitch, and we're going to use your slutty little ass in out plans! We're going to win that fucking football game this week and you're fucking going to help us! Understand!"

Barbie nodded her head frantically, choking on the strong stream of piss Gary was squirting down her throat. For some reason her battered pussy was squirming and her clit was buzzing with excitement. Without warning, Pat plunged his cock inside the tiny, swollen pussy and started pissing. A climax ripped its way through Barbie's sleek young body, making her thrash and tremble.

"We've going to brake your prissy little ass," Pat said with a smirk, emptying his bladder inside Barbie's tortured pussy. "And then we're going to train you to do a little job for us. We can't brain-wash you, because an air-headed cheerleading slut like doesn't have a brain, so we're going to pussy-wash you instead!"

Barbie choked on piss. Piss sizzled its way into her torn, wounded pussy. Then Dave dropped onto the ground and fucked his huge cock up her shitter. When he started pissing up her asshole, Barbie nearly went out of her mind.

"We're going to fuck you up so bad you won't even recognize yourself, whore," Dave said fucking his cock deeper up her asshole while he force-fed her a piss enema. "You still think you're a high-class little piece of ass, but we're going to change all of that shit. By the time we're fucking done with you you'll know your nothing but a cheep, piece of shit whore. We're going to mark your ass for life, you stuck-up gutter-slut."

Barbie cried, thrashing and twisting between the three evil cadets. These were the leaders, the popular seniors who must have planned her kidnapping and assault. She knew the other kids would go along with whatever these three told them to do.

Their piss filled her mouth and cunt and asshole, burning her and drenching her and turning her on. Barbie's lean, sexy body twisted and hunched on the cocks that were spewing piss up her fuck-holes. Her mouth milked Gary's pissing cock until her flat little tummy felt bloated with his waste. But she couldn't seem to be able to stop cumming as they filled her helpless young body with their piss. The boys could see her excitement and they mocked her for it, making her feel more degraded and more excited then ever.

When they had finished, piss was running from her cunt and asshole. Piss dripped from her lips, too, and Barbie kept her mouth open, expecting the last few boys to take their turns pissing on her lovely, soiled body. Instead Gary yanked her hands above her head and Pat tied a leather leash around them. Then Dave grabbed the end and began to pull her through the alley.

Barbie tried to crawl, but each time she managed to make it to her knees one of the boys would kicker her back down. After a few tries she was too beaten and exhausted to do anything but let herself be pulled along after the big cadet. The other guys followed, dancing around Barbie's twisting body.

They kicked and spit on her. Some of the boys jacked off on her, and the boys who hadn't gotten a chance to piss on her in the alley washed the fresh cum away with stinking streams of urine. The boys tore away the few scraps of her cheerleading outfit that still clung to he sleek, sexy body.

A couple of the boys pulled out their belts and striped Barbie's perfect, creamy ass with lines of fiery red. Barbie whimpered in pain, jerking her ass from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the brutal whipping. A few of the boys kicked her in the head, as though they wanted to kick her to death. Dave dragged Barbie into one of the campus buildings. The beaten young beauty tried to get up when she saw him dragging her towards the stairs, but one of the boys kicked her feet out from under her, and another planted his foot on her sexy ass and flatten her on the floor. Dave yanked her onto the staircase, and Barbie tumbled helplessly down.

The boys laughed cheered as Barbie bounce down the steep staircase. Dave stepped out of her way and let her fall almost to the bottom. It was only two steps from the landing that the sexy young cheerleader pulled up short, and that was because she had reached the end of her leash. The leather bit into her wrist until they bled, and the sudden, painful jerking of her arms and shoulder was almost worse then the battering fall down the stairs.

Dave pulled her down the second staircase just as he had the first. By the time Barbie hit the floor of the basement she was barely conscious. Her svelte young body was so full of pain that even breathing made her cry with agony. When she saw what was waiting for her in the gloomy, basement, she cried with fear as well.

Barbie could see that the boys had constructed a torture chamber, and she was to be its first victim. There were whips, and paddles on the wall, branding irons in a dark metal heater, leather and rubber clothing hanging on hooks. There were other things in the room that Barbie didn't even recognize, but everything looked as thought it had been designed to inflict pain on the body and brake the spirit.

"Please!" she whimpered staring up at the leering faces that surrounded her. "Please, I'll be good! I'll be your good little whore!"

"Who the fuck wants you?" Pat said with a maniacal laugh. "You don't know how to fuck, you don't know how to suck shit, cheerleader you don't know how to do shit! About the only thing you're good for is getting pissed on, and we've already done that!"

"The rest of you guys head out," Gary said, walking up to a strangely altered exercise bike and making some adjustments. "Me and Pat and Dave will hook her up and take the first shift. We don't want to attract any fucking attention. Does everybody know when there their are?"

The rest of the boys nodded and began to shuffle from the room. For long moments Barbie lay still and stunned on the cold floor, until all of the boys except Dave, Pat, and Gary were gone. Then Pat locked the basement door.

For some reason Barbie was more frightened then ever to be alone with just these three. She began to cry helplessly as she look up into their evil faces. When Pat walked toward her with one of the rubber outfits from the wall, she could contain her fear no longer.

"I'll be yours," she said, her voice cracking. "You guys can do anything to me you want. I'll be your girlfriend – I'll be your whore for as long as you want. I promise I will. Just please let me go. Please don't hurt me."

"Put this on," Pat said, throwing the rubber outfit in her face. "I'm going to time you, and every minute it takes you to squeeze your slutty little body into that baby means ten lashes when your done taking your first lesson."

Dave unfastened the strap that held Barbie's hands together, and the three older boys watched while the beautiful sophomore cheerleader pulled on the shameful rubber costume. It took all the energy Barbie had just to roll to her knees and unfold the black rubber outfit. When she slipped her foot into the right leg of the outfit she realized how hard it was going to be to put it on, she cried like a baby.

Barbie was a slender, tiny girl, but the rubber jumpsuit was half her size. The rubber was so thin that it molded to every bump and contour on her sexy body. It was so tight that it made Barbie think she might smother if she put it on. It took every ounce of strength she had to pull it up her long, lean legs. By the time she had stretched it painfully around her lush, creamy thighs, Barbie collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted.

"Three minutes," Pat said with a disappointed sigh. "You got a long way to go, piss-drinker."

The crotch of the leather suit was slit, revealing the swollen pink lips of Barbie's cunt and the tight dark crevice of her ass. Barbie's slender arms trembled with effort of pulling the skintight rubber up over her full, sexy ass. She squirmed over the floor like a sexy snake. She looked like some lewd exotic dancer, twisting and jerking her sexy little body across the cold basement floor.

"She's perfect," Gary said, jerking on his long hard cock. "Look at those pretty little tits. Every fucking jock at that stupid school will cum all over himself trying to get at her."

"Fuck that," Pat said as Barbie pulled the rubber slowly and painfully up her torso. "The little slut has the best ass I've ever seen. And those legs are unbelievable. They'll fuck her until they can't stand up, much less play a fucking football game."

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.