CHAPTER TEN

The stripes across her ass hurt Vickie terribly. Scott concentrated on lashing her an. But nothing on her naked, twisting body was safe. The groaning blonde thought of a piece of beef hanging on a hook. That's all she was to these men. She swung on the shackles, her toes and knees bruising against the wall. Feeling complete despair, Vickie let herself dangle, her head falling back.

"You'll kill her!" Shari screamed, tugging at the ropes holding her high above the ground.

Scott ignored the plea. With a slashing stroke, the big man brought the crop down the valley of her asscheeks. The tip of the weapon bruised the sensitive flesh of her shitter. Vickie stiffened, crawling halfway up the wall while her head snapped from side to side. Oh, God, this was going too far. Scott was really going to kill her. The young woman could hear Shari still screaming at the men to stop what they were doing.

"Nooooo!" Vickie shrieked, the tendons sticking out against her flesh. She jerked convulsively on the chains. A flood of cunt-juice rushed from her pussy. The impact, of that riding crop just above her clit sent a shower of sexual sparks into her cunt.

Scott only laughed behind her. He knew the more pain he gave her the hotter sexually she became. Vickie was tossing in a whirlwind of her own lust. Shari couldn't know just how much her friend was actually enjoying this horror.

"Unnnghh!" Vickie moaned, feeling the pain lessen somewhat. She shoved her ass back, trying to get away from the blunt end of the crop pushing against her. Scott was working the handle against the bruised asshole-lips, laughing louder as he watched her jerk her knees up to her belly and wiggle her butt.

"Maybe you want this in your cunt?" Scott asked, sliding the crop handle up and inch or two. The tip of that weapon was shoved roughly into her pussy mouth. It forced the wet, moist flesh open. Vickie snapped her head from side to side. She felt the instant clenching of her cunt-muscles around the weapon. Scott wiggled the crop, shoving it in, pulling it back, moving it around in wide circles as the blonde teenager alternately relaxed, then tensed and jerked like a crazed puppet.

Then Scott tore the crop away from her cunt. Vickie's legs jerked apart when she felt him shoving the blunt handle of that weapon against her bruised asshole. She clawed upward, her arms knotting with muscles tense from the ordeal. Her knees and tits scraped painfully against the cinder blocks. A strange fire started in the rim of her asshole as the big man moved the crop in and out. Slowly Vickie's hips went back, offering more of her ass to him.

"See, Shari, see what kind of friend you've got?" Scott said, pulling the crop from her asshole. Vickie felt as if her intestines shot out with it. "Man, she'd fuck anything on two legs… or four. But what the fuck, you've gotta get a sample of this. Hey, what the fuck you guys doin' over there?"

Scott turned around, letting the crop dangle from his right hand. Paul and the others were sitting around, jerking off, drinking beer and watching then buddy tantalize Vickie.

"Hey, there's a cunt hangin' right there… not bad lookin' either, and all you shitheads can do is drink and jack off?"

"Hey, we were waiting… you know, takin' care of both of 'em after same kind of lesbo scene," Paul said defensively. The others also stood up, shoving their cocks back into their pants. "Some fraternity!" Scott sneered, twirling the riding crop around slowly. "We're all supposed to be brothers, all supposed to help one another out! And I've got two cunts here and nobody's gonna help me out!"

Paul and the three other frat brothers smiled. It was the kind of help they didn't mind giving. "No, don't, stay away from me!" Shari cried as the three men approached her. Working the pulleys, they lowered the brunette down until her toes nearly touched the floor. She kicked and screamed, trying to keep the men from her. But all they did was stay clear of her, hitting the wailing girl on the back, on the thighs, on the ass, making her swing back and forth like a pendulum until she tired. Then her hands and legs were cuffed and Shari's ordeal began.

Meanwhile Scott had found a box and climbed onto it. He was holding onto Vickie's hips, digging his fingertips hard into her bruised, sensitive white flesh while forcing his wide-flaring prick-head into her narrow asscrack. Vickie's eyes widened. Oh, my God, he was going to fuck her in the ass. After everything she'd endured this was going to be her "reward!"

"Take it, you Goddamned little slut! You're a piece of shit… you and the rest of your fuckin' sorority sisters! You all want nick. Man, you're gonna get it!"

Vickie screamed louder. The ring of asshole muscles tightened. She felt her shitter being puckered in. There was a tearing, stretching pain all, around her asshole. She felt as if it were being ripped loose with a hammer.

Then, for a second, the pressure against her asshole eased. The blonde could hear screaming behind her. Twisting her head around, Vickie saw her friend being whipped with a cat-o'-nine-tails. Paul's face and arms were wet with sweat while he lashed the screaming brunette's body over and over again. Long red whip stripes appeared on the girl's shoulders, back and thighs. Shari jerked and twisted on the ropes, her body occasionally writhing violently when the leather slashed into a particularly sensitive spot.

"Good, good," Scott commented, moving one hand down to his dick and holding it rigid against her shitter. Then she felt his hard lump of dickmeat jam against her asshole. Vickie almost passed out. That cock-head was so wide, so awfully hard. She didn't know if she could take something that big without passing out.

Scott moved his other hand up to her tit. Vickie squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavily haired belly brushing against her asscheeks. There could be no way of escaping this fucking, so Vickie tried her best to make it as painless as possible. She inched her buttocks back, relaxing as best she could while spreading her thighs apart. Still, Scott's fat cock felt as if it were splitting her open. Vickie felt the pain of his gradual fucking reaching higher in her ass, spreading to the outer edges of her asscheeks.

"Unnghhh, ohhh!"

Vickie held her breath as more of his wide cock slid into her hole. Now both of Scott's hands were cupped over her tits, squeezing the injured flesh, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, working them up to a hot stiffness while another two inches of his cock slipped into her butthole. Vickie held on, feeling the pressure in her asshole slowly ease. She was relaxing, her ass-muscles growing less tense as they became used to the invading dick.

Then suddenly her arms and legs spasmed. Scott started pulling his cock back out. The reversed tugging was like a vacuum cleaner sucking at her ass. Vickie bin her lower lip. She couldn't even cry now, not with the wild motions of that hot steel rod of a cock inside her. She shoved her butt out toward him, looking for relief from the awful sucking in her ass.

Scott waited for a second, then tensed his thighs and shoved back in while arching his back and pushing his shoulders out. Vickie squealed, her pussy suddenly spasming in contractions of lust. Something was happening again. Her ass was actually stimulating her pussy. The blonde teen moaned, rubbing her body against the wall for some relief from the obscene itching in her cunt and tits. Her round, firm asscheeks flexed against Scott's flat belly, actually looking for more of his dick that threatened to split her open. The time for reluctance had passed. Now Vickie was going for every ounce of pleasure she could seek.

The sliding dick moved deeper in her guts, sending shivery thrills of lust through her body. Vickie felt her ass filling with so much of his cock. The young woman thought his cock had gone in all the way. Oh, yes, there could be no more room in her ass for more dick-meat.

But still more slipped into her hole. Vickie thought Scott's dick was the size of a cannon. It seemed so much larger than before. Then once again the pressure slackened off. Vickie felt his belly and chest against her body. Oh, God, he was all the way in!

Scott started to pull out. Vickie shuddered, resting her forehead against her upper arm and letting out a low shivery moan. The strange feeling of fullness in her bowels was starting to excite the girl terribly. Then his cock went deeper.

"Fuck, man, fuck!"

Scott's ass-pounding tempo increased. He thrust his sliding dick back and, forth, Vickie thinking that the tissues of her ass would catch fire from the hot, dry friction. As his ramming speed increased, the young woman felt the drag of her cunt-lips as they clenched at nothing, puckering inward.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Vickie panted, her mind going blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast. Getting fucked in the ass was a horror show, especially, considering how hot her pussy was and how unsatisfied it would be no matter what happened in her butt.

"Man, gonna feel real nice blowing my juice in your cunt, baby."

The rigid bar of cock in her ass seemed to slow down for a second. Then, with a sweaty slap of his flat belly against her asscheeks, Scott jammed his dick into the lowest depths of her asshole. The lining of her butt stretched to the maximum. Vickie could swear she felt the lining all but ready to rip loose. And yet that thought accelerated the vulgar thrills she was experiencing. Vickie wanted it all to happen at once – the wonderful pain in her tits, the juicing sliding of her cunt-lips together, the piercing, reaming thrusts of that dick up her ass.

Scott grunted again behind her. His dick pulled out sucking her shitter downward. Only the head of his dick stayed in her asshole. The girl hunched her ass back and forth in fast strokes. That was what the young man wanted. He enjoyed turning the girl into a sex maniac, into the kind of animal he was.

"Ffffuck!"

Scott's fingers dug cruelly at her tits while his body shuddered mightily behind her. Vickie screamed, feeling a gush of hot fire in her ass. The thick, spurting globs of the young man's cum burned the lining of her asshole like jets of jellied gasoline. Vickie's cunt winked shut on emptiness. Her ass clamped down on his shooting dick. She jerked and thrashed, her dangling body pounding against the wall.

"Noooooooo!"

Oh, it was so awful coming without having anything in her pussy! The girl jerked and twisted in her bonds, wishing Scott would shove at least a finger in her cunt-hole. But the big man did nothing. He kept working his fingers over her sweaty tits, mashing in her hard, red nipples with his thumbs while moving his hips from side to side and finishing dumping his load of spunk into her ass.

She came, but not with the burning frenzy she needed. Scott let out a final grunt, then slipped his cock out. Vickie ground her teeth, mentally cursing the young man. Her asshole was still spasming, even though Scott had pulled his dick out several seconds ago. She felt something wet dripping from her shit-chute. It felt awful, dirty, obscene. The wailing behind her, the blonde now noticed, had stopped.

"Man, not bad. Good ass-fuck, good pussy. This one even gives good head. Christ, you're gonna be around us for a long, long time," Scott said, wiping some shit off the end of his dick before stuffing it back into his Levi's.

"You think of Ranger could take care of both of 'em at the same time?" Paul suggested after they'd all managed to catch their breaths. The men had let Shari down onto the floor after she'd passed out. The brunette was now curled in a crumpled heap at the foot of the arch, her breathing becoming more and more regular.

Vickie twisted her head around, her arms straightening slowly and her toes finally brushing the tiled floor. She saw that Shari had been through the mill. Long, red stripes and purple welts scarred her flesh. Yet the perky brunette had experienced nothing in comparison to the hell she had gone through.

"Yeah, man, remember those two broads the Phi Delts brought over a couple of months ago? Man, Ranger was in his glory," Scott said, turning around and heading back to Vickie.

"Oh, God, don't do anything more to me. I can't stand it, I can't!"

Vickie felt at the point of collapse. She didn't know why she hadn't passed out. Perhaps she was stronger than she'd ever believed. Why couldn't she lose consciousness like Shari panting there on the floor? Instead her body insisted she remain awake to witness every sort of horror practiced on her.

"Sure you can. You've gone this far, you can go one step further," Scott said, unfastening the cuffs and chains. He caught her as she started for the floor. "Let's put 'em side by side."

"No, face to face. That way they can see each other," Paul suggested.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay girls, time to see who's the hottest."

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