Whipped raped daughter

CHAPTER SIX

She was almost there! Tina let out a happy shout, her arms stretched in front of her, her long blonde hair streaming out behind. She could almost touch those pines. In a few moments she could duck into the shadows. They would never find her in the forest!

The footfalls behind her grew louder. Max and Bart were catching up to her, stumbling over the uneven ground.

Tina ground her teeth together, putting on a final burst of speed. It was at the border of the forest that Bart brought her down, his fingers twisting around her hair. He rasped something to her, his hands dragging her down to the ground. Tina cursed, clenching her fingers into ruts. She realized she had failed. Twisting there on the ground, groveling at the men's boots, she had failed herself, her friend, and her mother.

Bart held her tight, pulling her blonde hair until her head was as far back as it could go. Still grabbing her hair, Bart reached down, slapping her tits, making the teen squeal and dig her knees into the ground. Laughing again, he pulled back, then jammed two fingers into her cunt.

Tina yelped with pleasure, feeling the sensation she had hungered for while he had been fucking her ass. Snapping her knees together, the teen fell back, her ass slapping against the wet ground. While Max gloated, Bart began dragging her to a small ravine. She twisted against him, so excited she pissed on his hand. Cursing, Bart pulled his hand away, shoving the soiled fingers into her mouth.

Tina screamed, afraid to pull her face away, but disgusted to suck at the fingers. When he shoved a knee into her back and made her cry out, the girl opened her mouth again and felt the filthy digits poking down into her throat. She could taste the salty, pungent urine as it washed over her tongue.

Her legs drummed against the ground. She could feel a prickly bush tickling her asshole and inner thighs as Bart continued to pull her into the darkness. Max was following along, panting heavily, slipping on the dew-slick grass.

Tina groaned, her mouth opening farther. She licked the fingers that probed against her tonsils, surprised at how depraved she was becoming. Tina realized they were going to disgrace her again, nearly in front of her mother. It would be worse than the pictures Bart had taken of her with that wretched enema poking into her asshole.

She fought them, screaming, kicking, biting, and writhing against Bart's strong grip. But the more she struggled, the more firmly the men held onto her. She felt her heels rutting the soft ground as they pitched her into the soft, low ditch.

Someone was shouting from the house, the cries echoing through the dark woods behind them. Tina dug her fingers into the soft dirt, grunting like a struggling pig as she tried to crawl away. It was useless.

Bart grabbed hold of her under her arms, pulling the teen deeper into the ravine. She felt prickly bushes whip her, clawing at her face until she had to shut her eyes for fear of having them poked out.

Tina was more afraid of what they were doing to her mother than what they would do to her. She could well imagine her mother being stripped, beaten, fucked.

A booted kick in the face knocked the worries from Tina's head. In a flash, she realized she had her own safety to worry about. Bart was angry, cursing and kicking her, while Max picked up the fury and began to slap her across the face. When she tried crawling up the edge of the ditch a second time, she received a sharp kick in the chin for her efforts.

Tina reeled back, her head exploding into stars while her body slapped against the ground. Again the girl regained her strength, screaming at them, clawing at Bart's face.

Max was quick, pulling a filthy handkerchief from his rear pocket and jamming it into her mouth. When Bart slid down into the ditch along with Max and grabbed the girl, Tina raised her knees, hoping to kick them away. It only gave them the opportunity to stick their fingers into her cunt and twist them around, making the girl shriek more loudly into her filthy gag.

"She's ready, man! You fucked her ass? Now she's ready to take anything!" Max gasped.

"Yeah, she was hot back there. But man, she's gonna fry up anything shoved into her pussy," Bart said.

They both squatted, holding Tina down in the dirt by her knees and shoulders. Tina's eyes were big, unblinking, and rounded against her skull as she looked pleadingly from one man to the other. Pulses erupted in her throat, her tits, her thighs. She could feel her heart beating so quickly while an odd kind of tension made her belly muscles cramp.

Bart was bringing a small fishing knife round, pressing the flat edge of the weapon against her right cheek, then drawing it down her threat, leaving a long, white line in her flesh.

Tina calmed quickly, afraid to make a move. She could feel the steely sharp cutting edge against her flesh. The girl shivered, her skin puckering, while every nerve ending became alive with sensation.

Backing away from the tree, he grabbed both her hands, holding them around the trunk.

"Let's tie her up. You got same rope?"

"Never without it," Bart said with a leer, pulling a length of line from his pocket and wrapping it around Tina's wrists.

She groaned, her nose flattening against the hard, scratchy tree while her toes slipped along the tree's roots. She struggled back, finding it impossible to move now that her arms were pressed up against the tall pine. They were talking about fucking her in the ass as if she were some mindless animal to be played with, then thrown back into the filthy ditch.

Tina turned her head around to see what was happening. Her eyes were wide while her cheeks stung with hot tears. Sweat made her naked ass glisten in the moonlight, pressing against the wide trunk. Tina was surprised to feel delight in her cunt as she rubbed against the rough bark.

She bit her lower lip. It was awful to feel something like that, especially while the men were behind her, staring at her naked ass. The teen shuddered, her shoulders shrinking together while her head shook with the temptation to fuck herself against the tree.

The blonde began to rise on her toes, feeling the tree bark digging into her cuntflesh, pricking at the sensitive nerve endings and making them tingle with delight. Tina shivered again as she bent her knees, opening them wide enough to get her clit up against the rough bark.

"Look, she's fucking the tree," Bart said, pointing at the young girl.

"Make her behave!"

"Yeah, I don't want any termites nibblin' at my cock!"

"Fuck! The younger they are, the more depraved they are."

"Yeah, and they call us sick!"

Tina heard the hiss of leather scrape along rough fabric. She heard the snap of his belt as he doubled it. She heard the crunch of a purposeful step crushing dead leaves and twigs.

Tina stopped her fucking movements, freezing as if someone had poured concrete in her veins. Turning around slightly, she could see Bart's massive frame behind her. He was about to beat her with his belt. He was going to stripe her body with the leather until she was nothing more than a meaty pulp. The thought made her shiver with more delight, her fingers opening and closing, the nails digging into the bark.

"Yaghghbghhhh!"

Tina heard the belt whistling through the air. Then there was the sudden shock, the feel of the leather biting into the flesh between her jutting shoulder blades. Her knees jerked out and her body slammed against the tree. Then she felt the stinging pain burning its way through her flesh and up into her spine.

The girl threw back her head, tearing her mouth open and shouting a shrill cry into the night air. Again the leather whistled. Again the belt arched through the night air, slicing into her flesh and making the teen shriek with agony.

They were cutting her body apart as if they had used a switchblade, the leather belt slicing into her again and again. The touch ignited sparks in her clit, sending showers of pleasurable sensations racing into her pussy.

"Now this one's to heat up your ass, though I don't know why it needs it. Fuck, it's hot enough to burn through steel!"

"No!"

The belt whistled again, striking her ass right between her clenched cheeks. Her cunt snapped shut while her cunt tingled. The leather cut the flesh, making Tina groan and feel dizzy. The rag in her mouth nearly choked her when she sucked in a ragged breath.

Swirls of yellow light exploded behind her eyes as the girl dug her broken fingernails into the bark once more. She was hugging the pine with the insides of her thighs, shoving her cunt harder at the bark. Everything was blending into a wonderful, painful, delightful combination of feelings.

Mother sharp blow, this one crossing her asscheeks, made her jump up against the tree, her toes banging against the roots. Her cunthair was wet with pussyjuice, and a trickle of blood oozed down the outsides of her legs. The third blow across the same area smeared the bright blood.

Tina didn't care what damage they were causing her. She shoved her cunt up as if she were retreating from the assault. When she did that, the girl opened her crotch even more, forcing her cunt against the tree.

At that point, the girl found a piece of bark sticking out differently from the others. It was entering her cunt, fucking her in a nice way. Tina laughed softly, half-mad with pain and lust. She manipulated her muscles until the piece of bark was lodged against her clit. She relaxed her hips and let the next smacking blow ripple her ass. The force was working her cunt along the sharp edge of that bark. "Awk!"

The next blow made the teen throw her head back. She jerked up again, her ankles banging against the foot of the tree. It was as if the broad black leather belt was a hammer pounding her into the pine.

Tina had to have something bigger and more abusive in her cunt, in her ass, or anywhere, as long as it was stiff, pumping, and hot. The young teen couldn't believe her feelings of lust were making themselves felt so strongly. But she could no longer deny that they were racing through her mind.

"Get that fucking log over here before I come all over myself," Bart said, his voice low and throaty, revealing his growing lust.

"Give some help!" Max grunted.

Tina heard the belt fall. She groaned, hanging there untouched, her asscheeks opening and closing, the bark piercing her clit like a large, sharp needle. Next to her, Tina could hear the men as they rolled the log forward.

"Lift her up so I can get this damned thing in place!" Bart gasped.

Max lifted her legs, scraping her wrists against the tree bark. Bart propped the log against the base of the tree, angled so her knees rested against the opposite end. The odd angle strained her wrists, but Tina didn't care. This was something new, something delicious they hadn't tried before.

Looking down, the teen saw that she was three feet off the ground. The heavy dead log was broad enough to support both knees, even when they were spread open.

"Man, she's wet in there nice and hot and wet, better than that dry ass I fucked," Bart said as he ran his fingers down her cuntslit.

"Let's get that stone over here."

Both men dragged a large slab of rock and shoved it behind her. Tina watched as Max held her legs to the log, steadying her while Bart stood on the rock. In a second, Bart was dropping his pants, moving up to her, and shoving his cock forward. He penetrated without a problem, her wet cuntlips cushioning his hard thrust. She twisted her head up, throwing her long hair back and forth.

Tina exploded again and again, letting the golden strands of her hair tangle with the small branches in front of her. She yanked her hair free and loved the tearing tug that resulted. Between her legs a riot erupted, pinching all her nerves. Her big tits hung down, rubbing against the rock and tree trunk.

Tina felt her cunt muscles slide downward to match Bart's upward fucking rhythm. She shook her ass with each forward thrust, making the heavy muscles in her ass jiggle and dance.

"She's good, man, good ahhhhhhh!" Bart groaned.

Tina's mind was rioting wildly. She had the cock in her cunt she had been aching for. She felt her mind slipping away from reality, her body whipping this way and that. Fucking this way after having endured the whipping drove her satisfaction to dizzying heights.

The teen couldn't understand what was happening to her, but she didn't question it. The brutality of the past few hours had turned her into an animal with strong lusts. She wanted them to rape her, beat her, and knock out the terrible guilt gnawing at her soul.

Bart fucked her quickly, gracelessly. Blowing the cum into her cunt, he threw back his head, pulling out.

"Okay, your turn," Bart said, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

"She good?"

"Better than anything you'd find out there except maybe that bitch we found," Bart said, eyeing Tina suspiciously.

"Oh, no…"

"Feed her, feel her gobble it up," he said to Max, laughing wildly.

Tina froze, tensing as Max came over to her. She breathed with raspy gasps, wondering what more degradation she would endure. He was pulling at her, pushing his cockhead up against her cunt.

Raped by two men, one after the other! For some women it might have been a nightmare. For Tina it was a fantasy come true. The girl screamed as the fat cock fucked into her.

Tina had watched Max fucking Kathy in the ass, drilling his prick into her as she waddled through the mud with him riding her back. Now he was into her, his fingers scratching her tits, her sides, her thighs as if he wanted to tear her flesh from her bones.

Max was more ruthless than Bart, puffing back slowly, then hammering home, his hands grabbing her tits and squeezing them flat until the teen shivered out her agony.

When Tina finally felt his hot jizz, she imagined the knife he had held earlier cutting through her, slicing through her flesh as she came and came and came.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Tina closed her cunt on his fat prick, snapping her head up and gasping in a lungful of air as her climax erupted with Max's. She hung her head down in shame, her cunt muscles spasming itchily as Max pulled out.

"Now, we can fix her good! We'll make sure she don't run out on us without thinkin' twice!"

"Let's slit her tits," Bart said, picking at his nose with the tip of the small knife.

"Man, I can carve my initials on her ass, just like on a tree," Max said with a laugh.

"No!"

Tina wiggled against the tree. She saw a flash of steel and knew that Bart had his knife once more. She scraped her knees painfully against the log, struggling to get free.

"I wanna hear her squeal," Bart said, his voice soft.

Tina raised her head. Jizz oozed down the backs of her thighs. Bart was behind her now, having tucked his cock back into his pants. She felt the blade moving over her throat.

Then he was going for her right tit. She could feel the light pressure of the blade in her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, stinging a narrow groove without drawing blood. The girl could have fainted with horror. And yet there was something in her, something that still survived her massive climax, that wanted more.