Sorority slavegirls

CHAPTER SIX

"Oh, yes, Christ in heaven, yes, yessss!" the young girt moaned. Vickie couldn't keep her body from moving. She inched her ass up, tilting it forward, giving the big animal more of her cunt to eat. He could see her mounting excitement. He whimpered through his nose and bathed the bottom of her ass with hot spit. She felt so wet, so warm all over her body. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt were all covered with, the German shepherd's spit.

"Go for it, baby, go for it!" Paul shouted from the other side of the room.

Vickie felt the dog's pink tongue driving up and down her cuntal crack. Her clit was burning like a torch from the steady lapping friction. She fanned her fingers out along the floor, digging her nails into the soft wood while she raised her feet. Oh, God, she was going to embrace him as her lover. No, no, that was too much! Even in her highly aroused state, the young woman couldn't make herself sink that low. She dropped her legs, throwing her head back and drinking in the shamelessly good sensation radiating from her cunt. It seemed as if every tiny crack and hollow of her pussy was peeled back now, every inch of her snatch surrendered to the hungry animal.

Ranger nuzzled and licked all around her soaked cunt. The young blonde gasped and babbled as he worked her over. Oh, God, what was going to happen to her after this was over? How could she ever look at herself in the mirror, knowing full well she'd encouraged the big animal to lick her off?

Vickie tried to drive those guilty thoughts from her mind. Drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She was moving her ass up, wiggling it around in small circles, then let it dip down again. She twisted from side to side, loving the hot sensations raked from her clit every time his tongue brushed against her cunt.

"Uhhhh, ohhhh!"

Vickie didn't care about anything or anyone anymore. She felt as if she could die doing this horrible thing and little would matter. This had to be one of the wildest feelings she'd ever had in her life.

"Man, she's gonna come, gonna make it," Scott said, watching the young girl twist and writhe under the big dog's wet tongue.

"Yes, yessss," she hissed between clenched teeth. The pulse pounded in her head. Her tits jiggled and rolled from side to side as the blonde teenager climbed closer and closer to orgasm. She tilted up her cunt-hole, feeling the animal's tongue rim the pulsing circle of tense muscles. She petted the animal excitedly now, breathing so hard she was sure she'd have a respiratory attack.

"Yes, ohhhhh, God, I can't…"

The dog's tongue was probing deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt her cuntal walls spasm, then collapse. Oh God, she was coming. Slowly, agonizingly, the young girl was coming. "Unnnghhhh!"

Vickie moved her shoulders, letting her head fall back while her lower jaw sagged open and a low, throaty growl came out. The tiny tickle had grown into a pulsing ache. She tossed her head from side to side, feeling her hair splash over her face. Her thighs filled with an itchy, tantalizing fire. She quivered and shook, her body bucking so wildly she nearly kicked the animal off. Hot juice flooded out of her hole, wetting down her thighs and the German shepherd's snout.

The wet, clicking sounds of her cunt rubbing against Ranger's snout were louder than ever. He licked and nuzzled against her coming pussy. The room echoed with his growls, her groans and the smacking sounds of her cunt-lips rubbing together. She jerked on the floor like a speared animal. Finally the girl stuck her fingers into her cunt as Ranger whimpered and licked her shaking, white knuckles.

When she opened her eyes again the blonde teenager found herself curled on the floor. The dog was nowhere to be seen. He'd served his purpose. Vickie dragged herself up to a sitting position. The young men were still around the table, a good deal drunker than they were earlier. She felt helplessly shamed and degraded before these men. Oh, what a horrible thing she'd committed! Even God couldn't forgive her for that crime!

"Man, she really went for it!" Paul slurred, his head rolling drunkenly from side to side. He tried to stand up but fell back against one leg of the circular table. Laughing at his failure, the young man tried once again, flinging the half-filled can of beer across the room.

"Yeah, let's see just how much she can take," Scott suggested with a sneer.

Vickie trembled. They were only beginning! The dog had only been an appetizer! From the evil gleam in their eyes the blonde teen saw much more was in store for her.

"Over there, baby."

Vickie saw where Paul was pointing. It was the stairway. She started for the bannister to which she'd clung so desperately earlier.

"No, down this way," Scott shouted angrily. His voice made the girl jump. "Stupid slut," he growled, pushing his chair back and rushing up to her. The young girl screamed and cringed, jerking up her hands protectively to her face. Her submissive attitude seemed to anger the young man even more. Pulling her hands roughly from her face, Scott threw her hard against the wall, nearly knocking her unconscious from the force of that blow.

"Unnnghhh!"

Vickie cried out as she felt hands paw all over her body. The young men were warning one another to keep their fingers away from her cunt because it was filled with dog spit. Vickie felt her stomach turn over. Even these animals wouldn't touch her. She was that dirtied, that fouled! They were taking her down stairs, carrying her like a rolled up piece of old rug. They hit her legs and feet painfully against the walls several times. She cried out, but no one paid her any attention. She was just an object to be used then thrown away.

"Okay, put 'er down."

Vickie felt herself lowered to the floor. Never before had she felt so like an animal cornered for some scientific experiment!

"Let's put 'er up in the arch."

Vickie looked around at what she guessed originally was a recreation room. It had been turned into some kind of dungeon, complete with pulleys, racks and chains attached to eyescrews in the low ceiling. The tiled floor appeared as if it had been recently cleaned. Blood? Cum? Vickie shuddered as she thought over the possibilities.

"Okay, up, baby."

The blonde teen turned and saw a strange looking device pushed into one corner of the basement room. Behind her she heard several of the frat brothers hauling down another case of beer. They swore at one another, stumbling over the steep stairs.

"Please, don't… oh, God." She was going to beg them not to hurt her. But what was the use? They enjoyed hearing her beg, enjoyed watching her grovel in front of them. If nothing else, her pleas encouraged them, made them angrier, more eager to crush her into the dirt.

Vickie moved toward the large wooden frame in front of her. It was constructed of sturdy wood with a broad support at its base. At first it appeared to be a dislocated doorframe held erect by a square base and further supported by two pieces of wood nailed to the base. Then Vickie saw several large eyescrews securely fastened at the top, on the sides and in the base. It was a vertical torture rack similar to those used in the Middle Ages!

She watched as Scott and one of the other frat brothers pulled several pulley devices from shelves built alongside the arch. Then they pulled what appeared to be a horse's harness from the top shelf and dangled it threateningly in front of her.

"Hey, Paul, help 'er slip into it."

"C'mon, honey. It's not all that hard to figure out," the young man said, holding the top leather strap loosely in his right hand. Vickie's eyes widened. They were going to slip her into that thing? Oh, yes, yes, they were going to make her wear that grotesque device, then hang her up in the arch and do what they pleased to her.

"Oh, God," she moaned, turning her face away as Paul unhooked the two bottom leather straps attached to a thicker waist support and slipped them under her crotch. Vickie shivered. The black leather was cold against her white flesh. Paul rebuckled the straps, tightening them until they gathered up some of the girl's flesh. Two straps attached to the top of the waistbelt were pulled tightly against her tits, the edges cutting into her stiffening nipples. The young woman wondered at her strange reaction to the leather. She'd never worn any leather before. But its smell and feel aroused her.

As Paul passed the straps over her shoulders and hooked them to the back of the waistbelt, tightening them to ensure a secure, snug fit, Vickie watched Scott and his friends attach two double pulley devices to two top eyescrews. Glancing down at her shoulders she saw two metal rings attached to her shoulder straps.

"Get 'er up. She's kinds slow right now. Probably thinking about what we're gonna do to her," Paul said.

Scott and the others grabbed the girl and led her to the arch, turning her around so she faced them. Fastening the pulleys to her shoulder rings, the boys pulled on two ropes attached to the top pulleys, hauling her off the floor and leaving her dangling and twisting from the headboard of the arch.

"Unnghhh!"

Vickie felt the aching pull of the straps on her shoulders and belly. The tension created by her dangling body made it difficult for her to breathe. And those leather straps cutting into her pussy-slit were drawing more and more cunt-juice from the depths of her snatch. She could feel the leather getting wet and hot, slipping into her twat like two double-edged knives. They slid teasingly over her pussy-meat, pulling her outer lips apart, peeling back her smaller inner cunt-lips.

"Warm up her ass, Scott."

Vickie twisted her head around in time to see the tall frat brother pull a long rectangular paddle from the second shelf behind her. He smiled, drew his arm back, then let the hard rubber paddle fly against her ass.

"Ahhhhhh!" Vickie cried. Her tits jiggled against the shoulder and chest straps while her asscheeks reddened from the force of the blow. The young blonde moaned, her body twisting from left to right. The crotch straps bit deeper into her snatch. Oh, God, when would it end?

Scott slapped her ass again and again with the paddle, making her body jerk and snap from side to side while her asscheeks jiggled and bounced. The heat from her ass radiated to all parts of her body, making her nipples stand out and twitch while her cunt-lips actually swelled up and started moving around the edges of the juice-slicked leather straps.

Thwack!

"Ahhhhhh!"

Vickie closed her eyes, feeling more tears roll down her cheeks. The vicious strokes came faster now. Her buttocks were glowing red. Soon there was a numbness that settled over her ass. It was true, then, what she heard about beatings. Gradually, the body became used to the abuse and stopped sending out pain signals. Now, the only strong sensation she could feel was the odd hot, itchy feeling in her crotch.

"Shit, my fuckin' arm's tired," Scott said, throwing the paddle down onto the floor. "Let's butt-fuck the bitch."

Vickie could only moan. She probably wouldn't be able to feel a thing. They could drive nails in her an and she wouldn't even flinch!

"Hey, down, man!"

Vickie opened her eyes and saw Ranger prancing around.

"Yeah, you'll get a shot at her again," Paul said, bending down and pulling the barking animal away from the young girl.

"Let's see her dance."

Vickie pulled her head up and opened her eyes. She was exhausted, drained of all her strength. Her asscheeks burned with the dark welts Scott's savage beating had raised. She felt the straps of the harness chafing her flesh. There was more movement around her. Hands grabbed her wrists, pulled them to either side of the arch and slipped them into leather restraints. There was the sound of metal snapping. She was stretched out even farther on this vertical rack, completely helpless.

"Please, please, ahhhhhhh!"

Scott had wedged one end of the paddle into her asscrack, pushing the sharp edge hard against her asshole. The young woman kicked out at her tormentor, her body swinging around less now that her wrists were fastened to the sides of the arch.

Two of Scott's friends grabbed her legs, holding them tightly together until Paul pulled out two iron cuffs from the shelf, opened them, then snapped them shut around the girl's ankles. These two were tightly fastened to two eyescrews near the bottom of the arch. Vickie was now tightly restrained, unable to make a move except twist her head around.

Scott ran his fingers up and down the girl's back, squeezing her injured buttocks hard, crushing the welts until Vickie was screaming for him to stop. She felt her brain spinning around. Oh, God, why couldn't she pass out? Why couldn't she lose consciousness and escape the horrors to come?

"Flip 'er over."

What did he mean? Vickie jerked her head to one side and saw two of the frat brothers walk up to the arch, pull out two sticks of wood, then grab the top of the device. She felt her body pitching forward, arching toward the floor while her feet slid backward. The rack was movable! They were going to turn her upside down.

Vickie cried out, jerking her arms desperately, trying to free her legs while the rack revolved around. They left her parallel to the floor for a while, her huge tits hanging down like two milky hard-tipped udders.

Scott slid under the rack and tilted up his head, working his fingers over his groin while sucking hard at one of her nipples. Vickie shuddered, crying for help, knowing full well there could be none. He was working one hand around her pussy now, pinching her cuntlips so hard tears oozed from her "Aiyeeeeeeee!"

The tall blond edged out from under the rack and signaled his buddies to keep going. Vickie whimpered as the rack continued its course. Soon, she was upside down, her tits pushing up against her chin. The cuffs around her ankles hurt horribly! The young girl moaned. Then she saw Scott approaching her with something. Even upside down Vickie could see he had a pair of clamps with wire attached to the backs. Twisting her head around as far as she could, the blonde teen realized someone had brought up a portable generator, something she remembered her father used to have in his basement workshop. It was bolted to a small table now wheeled next to the rack.

"Dance time," Scott said ironically.

"Yeah, let's see how web she can dance upside down. She's, gotta keep in practice for all those dances we'll have next fall," Paul said, the others laughing at the helpless girl.

The two apparent leaders of this vicious episode took the clamps and opened them, fastening the toothed edges to her outer cunt-lips. Each man was commenting on how wet she was, how puffy her cunt-lips were as they let the sharp teeth of the electrical clamps sink into the soft, moist pussy flesh.

"Unnnnnnn!" Vickie moaned, feeling the metal teeth biting her sensitive cunt-meat. Oh, God, it reminded her of that awful animal, that large, beautiful German shepherd that had nearly torn her apart with his maw. Now only cold metal was touching her. There were more clamps, one awfully dose to her tit.

"Now her nipples."

Scott and Paul carefully opened the clamps and fastened them to each of her long, dark red nipples. The young woman's body shivered at their touch. What awful thing was going to happen? She rolled her eyes down and saw Scott leaning against the portable table on which the generator sat. He fingered the worn wooden handle, looking down at her, smiling, then returning his stare to the generator. They were plugging in the wires attached to the clamps, sticking them into the various terminals on the back of the device. Soon, she was totally wired. The men stood back while Scott gave the handle a half turn.

"Huhhhhhh!"

Stiffening her body, Vickie shook violently in her bonds. The rattle of the small chains holding her fast in the arch filled the room while another groan escaped from her tips. She felt the small current tear at her nipples, feeling like a thousand tiny pins pricking her tit-tips. Her pussy convulsed at the first jolt of the electric current. Vickie felt her clit pop up hard, sputtering with its own electrical juice. She shivered again, her groans turning to quiet sobs. Scott smiled, pleased with her reaction.

"Not bad. She's got a good reaction – good and sensitive."

He gave the generator another half-turn. This time he moved the handle quickly, sending a short but far more powerful current into the wires.

Vickie's eyes popped open and bugged out. She thought someone had sliced her body open with a saber. The current passed through her nipples, making the hard flesh turn a dark purple. The young woman screamed, arching her back, pulling desperately at the bonds holding her to the arch. Juice gushed from her fuck-hole, wetting down her thighs oozing down her belly up to her chest and finally reaching her chin. The blonde teen could smell herself better now, could finally taste her juices as they flowed from her snatch.

"More, man, more!"

Scott smiled and started turning the handle around continuously, gradually increasing the speed, sending more and more electricity into the blonde's twisting body.

Vickie couldn't scream any longer. She felt nausea sweeping over her like a wave while her body danced and jiggled in its tight bonds. Her nipples burned and twitched as small sparks danced between them and the metal teeth biting them. She could feel her asscheeks jiggling as she jerked and writhed under the vicious electrical attack. Her cunt was winking shut, opening wide, then snapping shut uncontrollably. The electricity was doing wild things with her muscles, making her pussy come and come.

Vickie twisted around in her private hell. Orgasmic sensations tore through her mind, mixing with sensations of excruciating pain. The girl could feel herself edging toward some crisis, some awful precipice ahead.

"See if you can take this," Scott said, whirling the handle around.

"Aiyeeeeeee!"

Vickie's body arched as sparks flew from her nipples and cunt. Her face was a mask of horror and pain. Her mouth opened but only hoarse, guttural sounds came out. The girl's eyes widened, then snapped shut as she let out an ear-piercing shriek.

She had fainted.