Stripped and whipped

CHAPTER SIX

Lisa and Kathy walked for some time with two guards following them. Gus was whispering to the other guard as she and Kathy carefully picked their way up the hill, moving away from the main campground. Behind her, Lisa could hear the sounds of work starting. She was afraid Gus and his friend had other plans for them, plans that didn't quite fit in with ideal prison life.

"Go for her!"

Lisa froze at the command, her blood chilling as she heard the rapid padding of footsteps behind her. But the tall red-headed guard shot past her, heading right for Kathy. Lisa gasped at what she saw. The big man grabbed the girl's shoulders, swinging up on her back. His knees grabbed the teen around her hips, and he leaned forward, preventing her from falling backward. Then Lisa realized the man wasn't wearing his jeans. He was buck-naked, his prick stabbing up against the girl's dress. He was pulling and tearing at the material.

"No, oh no, don't-don't – aghhghghhh!"

"Go for it, Red! That's it, man, fuck the bitch in the ass!"

Was he doing it? It was hard for Lisa to tell from where she was standing. Besides, she didn't particularly want to see the man fucking her friend in the ass. From the girl's screaming protests, Lisa thought the brunette was getting some cock in her shitter.

For a moment, Lisa thought Kathy would collapse to the ground. Red was thin and lanky. And her friend was far from big. Amazingly, the girl found the strength to walk, driven on by Red's ass-slapping and obscenities. Kathy waddled, bent over under the guard's weight.

Lisa looked the other way, unable to bear the stupid look of satisfaction on Red's face as his prick fucked in and out of Kathy's hot, squishy asshole. When Lisa stopped for a moment, she heard Gus coming up behind her. She didn't want his cock up her ass. She would rather die than have him fuck her that way. She hurried forward, her feet bleeding from the rocks and rough round as she nearly caught up with the squealing Kathy.

Lisa wondered how Kathy could stand it. She had complained about getting raped the other day, and was hysterical in the cellar. Perhaps the threat of something more harmful than fucking had calmed her.

Again Lisa fell behind, stopping for a moment to catch her breath. A sharp pricking on her right asscheek made her scream, her knees jerking as she nearly fell forward on her face. Turning around, she saw that Gus was armed with a skinning knife. That was enough to give her strength. She watched as her friend trudged up the long hillside, reaching the top, then starting to go down. Kathy finally couldn't go any farther, her knees buckling under her while Red beat her head and shoulders with both fists.

"You leave her alone, you pig! You – ahhh!"

Lisa had started to run to her friend's assistance when she felt a rough hand slide under her dress, cup her ass, then pinch her asscheeks cruelly.

Lisa wheeled around, nearly falling to the ground as she slapped his offending hand away.

"Feisty slut!"

"You-you stop calling me names like that!" Lisa cried, hearing her friend screaming on the other side of the hill. "What's he doing to her?"

"None of your fuckin' business!"

Lisa backed away, her flesh crawling with horror as she watched Gus lunge for her. She jumped away. But her move wasn't fast enough. He knocked her down.

With a scream, Lisa fell to one side, her head striking the exposed root of an old elm tree. Stretching her right hand forward, she grabbed a fistful of loose dirt and threw it at Gus, her knees digging painfully into the ground as she tried to escape. Catching her by the ankles, the big guard wrestled the teen back to the dirt, laughing at her and pulling her down the hill, while Kathy shrieked to the heavens.

"NO, no, don't-don't-don't fuck me!" Lisa cried.

"Baby, that's not all I'm gonna do to you," Gus said.

She felt his fingers play with her asshole, then move up to her cunt. Desperately, the blonde teen tried squeezing her legs together while crawling back, the dirt caking around her exposed thighs and arms, while sweat streaked her flushed face. And then Gus' hand was between her thighs, spreading them.

When Lisa started to fight back again, she saw something glitter in the air. It was the knife coming down at her. She screamed, one hand covering her throat protectively while the other was pinned between her body and Gus'. There was a stinging, slicing sensation on her right arm. With a sob, Lisa looked at a curving red line on the top of her arm. Blood oozed out, coloring her tanned flesh. He had cut her. And doubtlessly, he would cut her again, perhaps more severely, if she didn't bend to his will.

"Over on that fuckin' belly!"

She felt him grabbing her roughly by the hips, twisting her around and shoving her face in the dirt. He pressed the cold flat end of the blade against her throat, then brought it down slowly, letting the razor-sharp end of the knife barely cut her flesh, until Lisa was nearly hysterical with fear. If she moved, Lisa knew she could force the knife blade through her flesh.

Opening and closing her mouth like a fish, the young teen lay there quietly, her fingers clenching and unclenching as her cunt became warmer and tighter. Curiously, Lisa wondered what something so cold and sharp would feel like pressing against her hot outer cuntlips.

Gus cut the prison gown open from the back, the knife blade nearly cutting her ass.

Gus was having fun with her, twisting the blade, then bringing it around in a broad arc until he was tracing a thin line over her asscheeks. The young girl whimpered, digging her fingertips into the soft dirt as she listened to Kathy screaming from the other side of the hill.

Gus was slow and deliberate in moving the blade around in ever-decreasing circles, getting closer and closer to her shitter, until he was nearly touching the wrinkled flesh.

Lisa let out a gasp, her asscheeks clenching as she felt the knife pricking her asshole. Her eyes widened, her lips working against one another as her nostrils flared. It was awful! He was going to slice her open. Already he had cut her arm. The wound throbbed as he continued to play with her ass.

"Up on your knees, slut!"

The young teen rose from the dirt, her elbows bowing out as she stuck her ass in the air. The girl wanted to sink out of sight. She was exposing herself shamelessly to this man – out in the open, like some kind of stupid animal. Slowly, she brought her knees up, raising her ass. The wet, sticky line of her cuntslit was exposed. Gus fucked one finger up her cunt, laughing as he saw the jagged opening snapping shut on thin air.

"Uhhh!"

Lisa felt it again, the awful steel tip pricking her ass. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on her pouty lower lip, mentally tracing the knife's path. She could almost see it now as it moved around her ass, then slipped down to the curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the surgically sharp tip slid closer to her cunt. Lisa wanted to scream. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would surely burst!

Lisa could feel her pussy sucking in air, opening in uncontrollable spasms as the knife traced the outer line of her cuntlips. The moist, soft vulnerability of the area terrified her. She shivered, her face twisting into a mask of fear, while Gus began to hum some country and western tune behind her. Her eyelids wrinkled and perspiration began to drip from under her shaking arms.

The knife pulled away.

Lisa let out a soft sigh, feeling her body relax from the easing tension. Perhaps he had cum while watching her kneel under his attack.

Lisa felt a trickle of cuntjuice ooze from her pussy. She was about to turn around when suddenly a shocking chill froze the center of her cunt. The flat of the blade pressed against her wet fuckslit. Gus was rocking it from her cunt to her cunthole, watching as the girl nearly fell flat on her face.

"Ooooooooh!"

Lisa wished she could have sunk into the earth at this point. She could feel her cunt cinching down on the blade, the cuntlips cutting themselves on the razor-sharp edges of the knife. She was slitting herself on the dagger!

Gus was having the time of his life watching her, purposely teasing her as he rocked the knife down, pressing the tip hard against her clit.

Lisa gasped. The pressure on her half-erect sex center created a shock as sharp as the blade itself. She arched her spine, presenting her open cunt eagerly for the big guard to stare at.

"Yeah, yeah, that's the way, baby, move that ass!"

He slapped her ass with his free hand to emphasize his point. Lisa squealed with the blow, feeling her cheeks warm and redden.

"Man, oh, man that's the way I like it – good and hot and ready! Your folks were right to put you away!" Gus shouted, moving the knife up a little and watching as her cuntlips milked at the blade. "We're gonna give you plenty to think about before you leave!"

Lisa didn't want anything to think about, here or later. She could only sense the rocking of the knife back and forth against her cunt. The repeated touch and the chill of the steel made the young woman hotter and hotter. Slowly Lisa became terribly aware of all the tiny cuts on the edges of her cuntlips. The stinging fuckjuice dribbling across the small wounds made her clit swell bigger and bigger, the tiny nub bloating up until it was red and throbbing. Lisa found a hotter, more intense lust flowing from her crotch. She fought with herself, knowing it just wasn't right feeling something so good with Gus.

But still she couldn't stop herself. Her pulse raced. She opened her eyes and looked over one shoulder. Gus was kneeling behind her, his pants down and his cock out, the fingers of his free hand stroking the thing harder and thicker.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The tip of the knife pierced her clit. The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct contact. Then some pussyjuice trickled in, stinging the wound and at the same time exciting Lisa more and more. Her pussy was on fire. The constant rush of fuckjuice across and into the slits was like salt rubbed into wounds. Her head throbbed from all the arousal. Lisa wondered what else Gus would do. Would he cut her throat, slice her open? The thought made her cuntjuice flow all the more.

Lisa felt the rising warmth of her aroused blush on her cheeks, tits and belly. The fiery sting in her cuntlips pushed her excitement higher. She hated herself for feeling excited.

"Man, you're gonna burn my cock off when I fuck you!"

"Fuck – yes, fuck!" Lisa murmured, lowering her head and letting her hair sweep over her whitened knuckles.

Gus moved the edge of the blade back, cutting a groove down to the edge of her cuntmouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slackened off. But the fear of having her throat slit still kept her heart beating.

Then the girl shoved her ass back at the big guard in a bold move. The tip of the knife slipped around the wrinkled rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her shitter. Lisa wanted to hide her aroused pussy from the guard.

The spasm in her shitter let her cunt unclench. Air in her overheated fuckhole blew out. She shot a quick look over one shoulder again to stare at Gus. He still stroked his long thick cock, oblivious to her noisy cunthole.

Lisa knew she was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for his red-knobbed prick. She wanted Gus to fuck his cock into her raw, hungry cunt. The tender tissues were still raw from all the cutting, but she needed to have something in her, something stretching her, scratching all the hot, throbbing, itchy cuts the knife had made.

"Uh!"

Gus had poked the knife at the rim of her asshole.

Lisa stiffened, her ass bobbing and weaving as she cried out with shock.

The pinprick stabbing forced the gray rubbery ring of her shitter inward, barely breaking the skin. The same forbidden pleasure she got from shitting after a spicy meal rose in her guts. For a second, the girl let herself imagine the unnatural probing of Gus' cock in her asshole. Fucked in the ass! Lisa nearly laughed, throwing her head from side to side. What a whore she was becoming!

Gus was breathing heavily now, his breath catching as his fist moved faster and faster over his cock. He poked the tip of the knife into her puffy cuntlips, then drew it back until he cut into her asscheeks. Lisa groaned, her head spinning.

She was confused, feeling fear and pain and arousal all mixed together. She rolled her thighs from side to side, arching and shoving her punctured ass back at him. It was all she could do to keep from cumming right against the wonderful slicing knife while Gus jacked off behind her.

"Oh, oh!"

"That's it, bitch! You really want this cock in you, don't you? The idea of gettin' sliced and fucked at the same time turns you on, huh?"

"No, no!"

Her protests were weak. The cuts around her slippery cunt were like small fires in her flesh. The entire cunt blazed with heat and stinging pain. Lisa's sweat trickled into the bleeding cuts making them burn and itch. She felt the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs and mixing with her cuntjuice.

"So, you like lookin' at my cock too, eh?" Gus had caught her swinging her head around once more and staring at his big prick.

"Okay, baby, take it, take my cock!"

Lisa wanted to tell him she wasn't a slut. She wanted to scream out that she was a good girl, a decent girl as her mother had told her time and time again. But her cunt wouldn't let her.

She felt Gus kneel closer behind her, his hands grabbing her hips as his prick stabbed blindly against the sides of her cunt. The head of his prick slipped into the wet crack between her cuntlips. A salty drop of cum on his cockhead set the wound in her clit on fire. It burned like acid. Lisa rolled her hips forward, bending her spine. The cockhead lodged in her cunthole as she felt the cold knife resting against her jutting shoulder blades. Gus was moving the blade up until the sharpened edge was shaving flesh from her throat.

"Now, nice and easy, nice – uhhhh!"

He was scraping more and more flesh, making the girl's eyes widen, while her head shivered and shook with terror. She could only hear the pounding and rushing of her pulse as he bore down to fuck her. His long, thick prick slipped into her cunthole, easing down and prickling at all the sensitive cuts, while Gus moved the knife blade around until it was just opposite her throat. The heavy, fear-driven flow of her cuntjuice and the arousal made Lisa's tissues more and more slippery for the raping cock.

Once Gus had fucked his prick halfway into her torn, dripping cunthole, he let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her ass.

Pinching and squeezing her asscheeks, the big guard brought the knife back down to her spine, shaving the sharpened edge over the bumps and hollows of her spinal column. Lisa shuddered under the attack, shoving her ass back, squeezing her cuntal walls together and milking the big stud, hoping to bring him off quickly.

She loathed the man whose prick fucked deeper and deeper into her pussy by the second. But she hated herself all the more for letting him do it. The dog-like position made her feel degraded. But the worst part of it all was the response of her body. She found she actually enjoyed the pain and agony. She had secretly enjoyed what Anna had done to her. And Elena's electrical torture had aroused her to no end. Now the awful rape was turning her on. She couldn't hide it from him. Gus could see it in her, and he took advantage of her perverted lust.

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

Lisa hunched back against the guard even harder. She wanted him to hurt her as his long thick cock was shoved up into her fuck hole. She felt the cockhead beating her womb, drawing out, then slipping back in. Then Gus moved the knife down until he had it back against her asshole.

Lisa let out another cry, her nostrils flaring as she pushed back and jerked her ass up. She could feel the sharp blade prickling her shitter, stabbing into the wrinkled flesh as his cock fucked down hard.

Again and again the girl tried to stop the chain of dreadful events. She protested against what her body was doing, against what Gus was doing to her. But the guard only moved the blade farther against her shifter, pricking more of the gray wrinkled flesh, until Lisa learned to keep her mouth shut.

She swallowed down a lump of fear, feeling a terrible tightening in her chest and throat as she tried to draw in more air to feed her bursting lungs. Gus thought she was protesting against his cock rather than against her own pleasure. He slapped her ass viciously, bringing the flat of the knife blade against her throat again as he draped himself over her. She felt his panting breath against the back of her neck. In a moment, he was biting her, threatening to tear her flesh from her body as she sobbed and gasped.

Lisa screamed, the teeth on her neck making her throw her head back. She raised herself up on her arms, the constant movement of her ass continuing. She had to have that hot, hard release now. The knife, the humiliation, the fucking, everything pointed to that need. Behind her, she knew Gus needed the release too. She felt his belly slapping loudly against her bloodspotted ass. She felt the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her pricked asshole. Every scratchy curl, seemed to find a little cut near her shitter. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove her half mad. She shoved back against the big man's pounding cock, her ass arching and thrusting as she fucked herself toward a climax.

Gus pushed his free hand at her sensitive nipples. Lisa grunted and sobbed with the pain. The combination of the stretching in her cunt and the gouqing, nasty pain around her nipple filled her mind. All she wanted was to have those feelings increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly swept over her.

Lisa cursed and shouted, her head rolling. She could hear Gus laughing at her, calling her all sorts of names as he fucked into her like a maniac. He nearly upended her more than once with the force of his blows. The soft firmness in her ass intensified, her asscrack grabbing at his cockhair as she and Gus fucked back and forth on the ground. The driving thrusts of the guard's prick and the bucking agony of Lisa's body filled the air with groans and sighs.

"Man, oh, man, gonna shoot! Gonna shoot my fuckin' cockhead off in your pussy, baby!"

"No, no, take it out, you pig!"

Lisa shivered, feeling a rush of chilly heat sear her clit. Gus' confession sent streamers of weird delight racing through her body. She growled like a dog, a low harsh noise that tore at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She hated the excitement, the lust, and the cock that was causing it. Gus was riding her expertly, riding her into the ground.

Lisa tried to hold off. The great blasts of heat in her pussy grew and grew. She heard the squishing of her juices between the heavy slaps of his belly against her ass.

The tension in her pussy was building, making her clamp her cunt tightly. Lisa grit her teeth. She had no energy left for growling or gasping. All her energy was focused in on her cunt.

Then the tension in her belly slipped. Lisa let out another cry, feeling Gus' cock stiffen.

"Fuckin' slut!" Gus cried out at her, drawing the knife around her asshole, then pushing it in a little before finally letting it drop with a thud to the ground.

Lisa heard him grunting heavily, his breath breaking. She readied herself. With a furious savage jab, Gus banged his cockhead against her womb. Blind with determination to ruin him, she held on.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

An explosion of cum erupted inside her. Lisa could feel the hot gush of spunk spattering against her cuntwalls, burning them like acid. She gasped, blowing out the breath she had held as her pussy buckled in from the sexual heat.

The first massive fuck-jolt of her orgasm shattered the girl completely. Her shitter went into spasms, wringing tighter than ever before. Her hips moved uncontrollably. Lisa heard herself screaming as Gus' teeth broke through the skin of her neck. Another blast of cum struck deep in her belly.

The terrifying impact of her orgasm ripped outward from her cunt. Lisa felt it in her nipples, fingers and knees. The punctured skin around her cunt and shitter was on fire. After each shivering throb of her cuntwalls, the ripples left a mad echo of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next spasm.

Lisa sobbed, knowing that she couldn't stop herself. She was no better than a slut, a whore. They could do what they wanted with her, and she would just go along.