Whipped captive

CHAPTER NINE

They took Christina back to the rear bedroom, lighting a small hurricane lamp to illuminate the area. Mike held her down while Chuck tied her arms and legs to the metal bedframe with some old torn sheets they'd found in the closet. She tugged at the linen bonds as they chafed her sensitive flesh. The thought that she was completely helpless nearly drove her mad with terror.

"Hold her down," Mike ordered as he watched her jerk her head up to see what was happening. Chuck slapped her several times until the men heard a groan escape from behind the gag. Reluctantly, Christina dropped her head to the crushed pillow and waited for the next degrading incident.

"Little fuck-pig," Mike muttered, flipping open the top of the lighter and spinning the flint wheel.

Christina watched as the sparks ignited a small yellowish flame.

"Ever see flesh burn up, baby? We ain't done somethin' like this for a long, long time. We ain't as bad as them Heathens. But right now, honey, you make me real, real mad," Mike said, his eyes glittering. The flame made his face look like something risen straight from hell.

"You gonna burn 'er?" Chuck asked.

Mike said nothing, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from one pocket of his leather jacket and jamming a smoke into his mouth. Sending his head while still keeping his eyes on the moaning, twisting blonde teen, he lit the cigarette, flipping the top of the lighter back down. Christina sighed. At least he wasn't going to incinerate her with that flame. "Yeah, but real slow," he whispered, moving toward the bed.

Christina's eyes focused on the glowing cigarette. She tried moving her legs but the linen bonds held her fast. The girl sobbed into the filthy gag, curling her fingers, clawing at the dirty top sheet.

"Maybe I should start here, right on this nipple," Mike said, sitting on one end of the bed. Christina felt the mattress sag badly as he reached over and held the burning cigarette an inch above her nipple. She cringed away. The heat of the tip grew slowly. She could smell the sharp aroma of the burning tobacco. Her flesh reddened from the flame. Oh, God, he was going to scar her for life! She'd be just like that horrible dark-haired girl, her flesh dotted with burn marks.

"Mmmmmmm!" Christina cried, the tendons bulging against the flesh of her inner thighs while the cords in her neck stood out. Sweat trickled from under her arms while she shivered. A little sob slid past the scummy gag in her mouth.

"Yeah, or maybe down there by her cunt," Mike said, moving the cigarette over her flesh, smiling as he watched her skin actually shiver and contract under the heat of his burning cigarette.

"Yeah, let's see if she's got enough juice to put it out," Chuck said encouragingly.

Christina wished she could have passed out. She waited there, tied helpless to the bed. Mike held the cigarette above her navel for a minute, moving it around her belly in a tiny circle. He glanced up at her and smiled, enjoying her obvious terror. Then, while humming, he dropped the glowing tip to her flesh.

Christina first felt intense cold. She screamed into the gag, twisting her body violently as much as the cloth bonds would allow. The rusty springs squeaked and groaned under the girl's gyrations. Then the cold was quickly replaced by burning heat. She could smell the odor of her burning flesh and it made her sick.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike said, taking the tip of his cigarette away from her belly and staring at the dark red mark it had made in her quivering flesh.

Christina nearly choked on her own spittle as she turned her head away from the sickening scene. Her belly felt as if someone had knifed her several times. The heat was replaced by intense pain, the pain of her burned, injured flesh. Were they going to go on like this? She shook her head from side to side, knocking off the tears that were oozing into her mouth and nose.

The men waited for the girl to calm down before going at her again with the cigarette.

"Yeah, maybe the cunt," Mike said, moving the tiny, burning weapon down toward the stretched tendon of her inner thigh.

Christina looked at the young biker then dropped her eyes to her legs. She watched helplessly as he touched the hot tip of the cigarette to her skin, then dragged it along the line of her tendon.

Christina didn't think anything could be as painful as that! She tried to remain quiet. No, she couldn't let them get away with this, couldn't, let them know how much pain she was in. But as the line of agony moved closer to her pussy, Christina felt all her fine resolves about being stoic disappear. With a whispering crackle, the first few curly hairs on her cunt-lips burned. Then there was the nauseating reeking odor of her burning flesh. It was too much for her to stand.

"Mmmmmfffff!"

The pain was horrible. The burning heat felt like a dozen burning coals on her cunt. The gag held her mouth open wide. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out. Christina moaned low, feeling more tears flowing from her eyes.

"Stop!" she cried, the gag falling from her mouth.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said, moving the cigarette away from her thighs. Christina sighed with relief, falling back onto the filthy bed. It was only a temporary reprieve, that she knew.

He whispered something to Chuck, then reached over and started untying the linen bonds.

"Don't get your fuckin' hopes up, honey. We're just changin' your position," Mike said, loosening the ties around the bedframe, then taking the girl by the waist and rolling her over until she was crouched in a doggie position. Christina felt her tits scraping the top sheet. Mike and Chuck re-attached the linen, making sure her knees were spread widely apart while her wrist were securely fastened to the bedframe. Her ass rose high and exposed in the air. She could feel a draft cooling her cunt-lips. The musty smell of old sheets filled her nose. The burned areas of her belly and pussy made her suck in lungfuls of air. "Oh!"

She felt Mike running his fingers up and down the bare soles of her feet. She gasped, her toes curling. What was he up to?

"Yeah!" he whispered, pushing his head forward and burying it in her upturned pussy.

The girl lurched forward, her lower jaw dropping while her eyes bugged out and her nostrils flared. She let out several gasps of surprised delight and fear. After all that pain, were they going to give her this kind of pleasure?

The young biker backed away. Then he reached around his leather belt for a small pocket-knife holder.

"Let's see how she likes to fuck this," Mike said, pulling out a small, two-inch bladed knife and flipping it open.

Christina couldn't see what was happening, but realized he'd devised some new hellish plan to torment her. He was moving behind her, reaching under her belly and pawing her tits before backing down again.

"What…"

Suddenly, she was aware of something sharp slicing a thin line across her asscheeks. A knife! He was going to slice her open! Christina remembered all those marks on that biker girl. Oh, God, they were turning her into one of their own kind. Mike was going to make her like the rest of them. She'd carry the scars of her torment with her the rest of her life, a reminder of this horrible night and the men who had tortured her.

Christina tried to inch away from the sharp pain.

"No, please, don't," she whimpered, tugging at the linen. She thought she'd piss from the terror knifing through her loins.

Mike only licked his lips, pleased at the girl's mounting fear. He'd worried that she would be numbed to any kind of degrading act by now. But Christina never ceased to amaze him.

"Hot little bitch," he muttered.

Christina felt the hot sticky line of her pussy-slit exposed. The tip of the knife slid across one buttock, then moved to the other. It slipped along to the point where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the needle-sharp point slid closer to her pussy. Christina wanted to shriek, but knew that the lightest move would put the knife's blade through her flesh.

"Ohhhh!"

What was happening? Was it because of the intense fear that her cunt sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced along the outer line of her cunt-lips? The soft area and its vulnerability to the blade terrified her. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of intense concentration. Closing her eyes, the girl wished she could faint.

The knife pulled away. Christina let her breath out. She relaxed her muscles. The nipples of her fleshy tits touched the sheet. She felt a trickle of juice and sweat ooze down her thighs.

"Oh!"

Christina stiffened once more, her back arching high in the air. A shocking chill froze the center of her cunt. Mike was pressing the flat of the blade against her cunt-slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her pussy-lips.

Christina's pussy clamped down on nothing, the sharp edges of the knife slitting her cunt-flaps.

"Nooooo!" the girl cried, feeling delicious pain ripple through her pussy. The constant, repeated touch and chill of the blade sent streamers of incredible lust through the terrified young blonde teen. She slowly became conscious of the increasing heat in her cunt. Oh, it was happening again! She was turning on to her own degradation. When would it ever stop?

"Man, I'm so fuckin' hot," Chuck said, rubbing his crotch. Finally, the biker couldn't stand watching Mike having all the fun. He moved around to the head of the small bed, unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock.

"Head, baby, good head. Give it to me," he whispered tightly, climbing onto the bed and shoving his opened Levi's down to his knees.

Christina shook the hair from her eyes and tilted her head back as far as it could go. As Mike moved the knife up and down her spasming pussy, Chuck bent his knees, lowering his hot crotch to the level of her mouth then wiping his dick-head against her full lower lip. Christina could taste the salty flavor of his cum. Yes, she'd be swallowing jizz again!

"Yeah!" Chuck whispered, sucking in a deep breath as he drove his cock-head into the girl's waiting mouth.

Mike backed down, throwing the knife on the floor while opening his trousers and yanking out his stiff cock. He watched his buddy lean against the back wall and hunch his hips back and forth, sawing his dick in and out of Christina's mouth.

Then he spat on his palms and slicked down his cock with hot saliva.

"Gonna have a big surprise for you," he said, crawling behind her and hooking his hands around her asscheeks. Christina expected to be fucked, but not where she finally took his cock.

"Ohhhhhfffff!" the teenager cried in pain. Tears rolled again down her cheeks. He was shaving his cock-head against her asshole! He wanted to fuck her in the ass!

"Fuck, tight, fuckin' tight," Mike grunted, his face wincing, showing the strain as he hunched forward and down. His legs shook from the effort while his dick bent at the middle.

"Keep it up, baby. Go on, Mike, man, she's beggin' for it," Chuck said in a tight voice.

Christina let out a series of strangled cries, muffled by the bulk of Chuck's pistoning cock.

"Man, this chick's too much. But I'm fuckin' tired of cunts givin' me head," Chuck said, sliding his dick out of Christina's mouth. A string of drool oozed down from one corner of her mouth.

"Ohhhh!"

Christina's lips parted to form a wide circle. Her sphincter muscles gave way, admitting the first three inches of the biker's cock-shaft. The blonde teen felt as if someone had driven a stake through her belly. A dull, throbbing ache radiated out from her violated asshole down to her cunt, then across her belly to her swinging tits. Christina grunted like a stuck pig, tugging at the linen holding her arms to the bed. She jerked and twisted, her hair brushing across her knuckles as the bed squeaked and groaned from her efforts.

"Man, I got her asshole," Mike grunted in a tight voice, holding hard onto her moving hips while squeezing his asscheeks together and driving in another inch of cock.

"Forget that, man." Chuck, said, standing up, then sliding back down under the girl. He held her head to one side, shoving her back slightly as he wormed down under her. "Always wanted to have a chick on top of me," Chuck muttered, holding his spit-slick cock in one hand as he tilted his thighs up and tried to stick his cock into her pussy.

"Not gonna work, man, not gonna work," Mike said, glancing down and seeing his buddy trying to fuck the girl from below.

"Damn it. Okay, then we'll do it on the side. It'll be fuckin' good fucking this bitch at the same time," Chuck said, wiggling back up, untying Christina's arm while Mike tucked his legs under the girl, wrapping his hands around her waist and rolling to one side.

Chuck had forgotten to untie her ankles. Her legs twisted painfully around one another. The blonde teen kept howling until Chuck released her leg, muttering obscenities under his breath as he climbed back onto the bed and hunched up to Christina.

"Okay, baby, you got me workin' as much as you're gonna. Now you're gonna put out," he said, reaching up and pinching her stiff nipples while shoving her knees apart with his legs. Reaching down, the blond biker felt pussy-juice seep from her hole and slick down his fingers. "Yeah, good and hot and ready."

Behind her, Mike was going crazy, pistoning his dick in and out of the grunting girl, smoothing his hands over her body. Chuck held onto Christina around the waist, pushing his legs farther between hers and bunching up. With one powerful thrust, the biker managed to bury half his dick in her swampy cunt.

"Uhhhhhh!" Christina cried, throwing her head back and banging it against Mike's chin. She felt the rough hairs of his chest scratch her back and shoulder blades playfully while his hands kneaded and pinched her flesh. His legs shoved against the backs of hers while Chuck's knees kept trying to spread her thighs farther apart. Two men were sandwiching hp, pounding their dicks into her willing body. Their mutual body heat made her sweat. Christina let out another sigh of excitement as Chuck drove in another inch into her pussy. Reaching down, the blond stud worked his fingers around the top part of her pussy, concentrating on her clit, making her cry out again and again that she needed his dick.

"Beg for it, baby. Tell me how much you dig gettin' fucked by me and Mike," Chuck gasped between his teeth, pinching her nipples hard.

"Owwwwww-yesssss! Oh, God, yes, I love it, I love getting fucked by you and Mike!" Christina shouted. She sucked in more breath to feed her plunging body. The men were fucking in tandem, bouncing her from one to the other.

"Hey, buddy, I'm gonna lose it fast," Chuck suddenly blurted out. His face slackened while his eyes rolled back in his head. He was making funny wheezing sounds through his nose.

"Hold on, man, hold on. I'm right behind you," Mike said, reaching down and pinching her ass cruelly while hammering his cock into her asshole.

Christina jerked back and forth between the two men. Their hands worked over her body together while their hips banged against hers. She was close, oh so close. And the thought of coming with two men shooting off their dicks in her body drove her over the edge. She clawed at Chuck, grabbing him by the shoulders and driving her nails in his flesh while letting out a hellish yelp of sexual ecstasy.

"Iiiaiyeeee!" the girl cried, her legs snapping apart, then falling back together.

"Fuck, comin' I'm… comin'!" Chuck wailed, slamming his dick up to the hilt and leaving it there. Gouts of hot jizz shot out of his piss-slit and splashed against Christina's rumbling cuntal walls. She felt the pressure and wetness of his orgasm and went wild.

"Cum, cum, oh, fuck yes, cum!" she cried, her cuntal muscles cramping and grabbing onto the blond biker's shooting prick.

"Fuck!" Mike shouted, then buried his face in the nape of Christina's neck. He was dumping his load of spunk into her asshole, greasing down her tight, tense hole with jizz, making it easier to slide his cock in and out.

When they were through, Mike rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his dick.

"Baby, I ain't gonna be able to fuck nothin' with this prick when you go. But shit, it's been worth it."

Christina, hating herself for it, had to agree.