School Girl Part 1
Karen frowned as she opened the door to her room at the end of
the day. She had been at The Covenant Boarding School for Young
Women two weeks now and was terribly homesick. She hated it! Why
did her parents have to get divorced? And then to pack her off to
this School while they fought over their possessions was no fair.
She missed her old house, with its stables out back and its open
meadows stretching for miles. She thought longingly of how she
used to saddle up Countess, her mare, and ride for hours, the wind
pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her trim thighs
clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm of the horse.
Sometimes she would bring a basket of food, maybe some bread and
cheese with a little wine snuck out from the wine cellar, and lay
out among the grass, eating and sipping the wine, and imagining the
clouds above her were imaginary lovers come to take her away to
imaginary lands of beauty and fullfillment.
She even missed her old high school, Bokker, pronounced Boker,
High. She hadn't liked it too much, but managed to get mostly B's
with a couple of A's her freshman year; and her Sophmore year was
shaping up to be a great one before her parents had decided to
destroy everything. She had been assigned the same classes as her
best friend Sandy, and she had just begun to become interested in
a "guy," as Sandy would say. She had even made the second to last
cut on the cheerleading squad. She hadn't expected to make it, of
course, since she was only a sophmore, but it was fun, and she
loved the exercise.
But now she was _here_, she thought as she dropped her bag on
her desk and flopped down on her bed, her plaid, checkered skirt
flying up to reveal trim, well-muscled thighs, just losing their
tan and becoming once more their natural creamy ivory. Her auburn
hair, now, away from the sun, a darker brown, fell in a halo about
her face, framing it. A year ago her face might have been called
boyish, but it had been softened by her maturation: her small,
squarish chin had given away to a rounder, almost dainty one,
perfectly accenting her full, dull pink lips; a small, sharp nose
filled out, and revealing some old asian blood, did not turn up,
instead remaining faintly southern European in look. Large brown
eyes, which also revealed a hint of Asian blood, sat above high
cheekbones and pale, full cheeks, completing the picture.
Everything, she had to admit, wasn't so bad here. It was a
great school, with fully 80% of the girls going on to an ivy league
school. And the accomidations were great. She shared a nice large
room, larger than her room at home, with Su Lee Chen, who, because
she too had joined the school midsemester, had quickly become her
best friend there. The other girls at the school were not friendly
at all, but she thought it must be because they were new. She had
seen a definate heirarchy among her fellow schoolmates, with the
senior and juniors bullying the freshman and sophmores. Neither
she nor Su Lee had been bothered yet though, and Karen hoped they
would just be left alone.
She thought again of Su Lee, and was glad she had at least some
company. Not this weekend, of course, since Su Lee had been picked
up earlier in the day by her parents, but she would be back Sunday
night. Su Lee, she reflected, was a small, attractive young woman,
four inches shorter than her own 5'6". Karen envied her hair,
long, straight, black hair hanging down to her thighs, which she
kept in a french braid most of the time. Her face was not
completely Chinese--Su Lee claimed her grandfather on her mother's
side was white--and it showed, lightening what would have been a
dark olive complexion to a mellower color. Her eyes also revealed
the caucasian blood, being large and lidded. Her body, though, was
typically asian, slim with small breasts (she wore a size A bra,
Karen thought, remembering when she had accidently thought it was
one of her own. She herself had just switched to size B) and a
firm if flat behind. She was not as athletic as Karen, but her
body showed the firmness of youth, and although at 16 she was a
year older than Karen, she looked two years her junior.
She turned onto her side and looked at the clock: 7:00 o'clock.
She sighed and decided she'd better start studying soon, since she
really had nothing better to do. Sitting up, she started
unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while slipping off her shoes
with the other. Shucking off her shirt, she stood and unclasped
her skirt, letting it fall down her shapely calves to the ground.
She stepped out of it, and reached behind herself to unclasp her
bra while standing in front of her dresser. When she had pulled
her bra off, she straightened and looked at herself in the dresser
mirror. She was, she knew, attractive in a clean-cut, athletic
kind of way, her firm breasts, with medium-sized pink nipples,
perfectly porportioned with the rest of her body. Sometimes she
wished she could have the willowy, exotic beauty of Su Lee, but she
shook her head and started to rummage around in her drawer for her
sleeping t-shirt. She found it, pulled it over her head, and
smoothed it down until it fell to mid thigh. She sighed, thinking
of the long, boring weekend in front of her, grabbed her
toiletries, and headed down the hall to the commen restroom. She
was happy to find that none of the other girls were there, and
finished quickly to avoid them. She made it safely back to her
room and sat down to study. Three hours later she was tired and
burned out. Leaving all her study materials on her desk, she
turned off the light and crawled into bed, almost immediately
falling asleep.
She was dreaming...she was swimming in a large pool of water.
She couldn't see the shore and she was very tired. She slipped
under the water...she couldn't breath.... Her eyes popped
open--she couldn't breath! Laying on her stomach, her face was
pressed into her pillow, suffocating her. As she struggled, she
came fully awake and realized that someone was sitting on her lower
back and had pulled her arms behind her back! Someone else had two
hands on the back of her head and was pressing it into the pillow.
She panicked, thrashing around--what was happening to her, what did
these people want? flashed through her mind as she felt a thin
cord being wrapped tightly around her wrists and quickly tied off.
A hand on the back of her head gripped her hair, and a second later
her head was pulled high off the bed, straining her back. As she
gratefully sucked in a mouthful of air and prepared to scream her
lungs out, what felt like a large rubber ball was pressed against
her mouth. She reared back, almost dislodging the person sitting
on her back, but the hand gripping the back of her head pushed
violently forward, while the other hand slammed the ball into her
mouth. She made gagging sounds around the ball as her face was
pressed back into the pillow, and she felt someone pull two straps
across her face and connect them behind her head. She managed to
turn her face to the side, her mind a confused jumble, just before
someone sat on her head. She felt the person sitting on her lower
back turn around, and she kicked her legs back, trying to hit him
or her. The person just grabbed both her ankles and held them
against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a cord being
wrapped around her ankles. Suddenly, the weight of the bodies was
off of her, and she started thrashing and grunting madly, trying to
free her hands or her legs. She couldn't see her assailants in the
dark, but sensed movement as someone punched her hard in the gut.
Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath through the gag, and
they took advantage of her momentary disability by tying another
cord around her legs just above the knees. Two pair of hands then
lifted her roughly and carried her across the room, dropping her
into a large laundry hamper on wheels. The air rushed out of her
lungs with an oomph as she landed hard against the wooden bottom of
the cart on her hip and shoulder. She looked up to see the dark
shapes of clothes fall over her trussed body. She felt and heard
the cart start down the hall.
She wimpered through her gag; what was happening to her? What
did they want from _her_? Her parents were wealthy, but not that
wealthy. And where was she being taken? Her wrists throbbed with
pain as the thin cord cut off the circulation to her hands, and her
legs ached for the same reason. Her jaw was sore, unused to being
pulled so far apart. She squirmed around, trying to get more
comfortable, only scraping her bruised flesh against the wooden
bottom of the cart, driving painful splinters into her thighs and
back. She moaned and started crying, softly sobbing into her gag.
Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the wheels of the hamper
changed from a dull rolling noise to the staccio chatter of
rolling across cobblestone. She was outside, in the freezing
night; even through the pile of clothes on her her flesh raised
goosebumps, sending chills up and down her bound legs, and raising
her nipples to sharp points of hardness. She shivered as she
sobbed.
Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she sensed hands
lifting the clothes off her. Lost in despair, she didn't know how
long she had been in the hamper, and she had no idea where she was
now. She stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her
tormenters to reveal themselves. Before all the clothes were
removed, the hamper tipped over, spilling her painfully onto a
hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by the bright lights around
her. Lying painfully on her side, her legs bound together and her
arms tied behind her back, she blinked her large brown eyes, now
swollen with tears. She turned awkwardly onto her back and peered
up into the faces of her Abductors.
Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes, two girls
from her school, standing over her. Although both were wearing the
school uniform--plaid skirt coming down just above the knee and a
white blouse--they could not have been different in appearance.
Ingrid was a Norwegan, her pale yellow, almost white hair cut into
a short bob, matching her face, which shone with a translucent
pallor. Striking blue eyes stared out from a handsome face, a full
figured woman at 18 years of age, with a hard, strong, shapely
body. She was a senior at the school, and her father was a
senator. Now she stood her full 5'9" over Karen, and smiled
wickedly down at her. Standing next to her was Mercedes, her
southern Italian blood showing her up even darker against the color
of Ingrid. Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing only 5'
tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs, and Karen had always though
she was a bit mousy, with her wavy brown hair always pulled back
into a pony-tail and her small, angular yet pretty face adorned
with a pair of spectacles. Now, without her spectacles, holding a
3" double bladed knife in front of her, and grinning bizarrly, she
looked frightening. She was a Junior, and Karen remembered,
crazily, that she used to follow Ingrid everywhere.
As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over, staring
directly into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go through her body, and
tried to ask "what do you want?" But all that came out was a
muffled moaning. Ingrid smiled at her, revealing two rows of
perfectly white teeth, somehow frightening Karen all the more:
"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, aren't you, sweetie?"
Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to caress Karen's cheek,
sending a shiver down her bound form. She could not move, she was
petrified, a small bird caught in the icy blue stare of Ingrid's.
Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued, "Well, to put is
simply, you're _ours_. Actually, you're the seniors'. We run
things around here, and we get to do whatever we like to little
snotty underclassmen like you." She smiled again, sending more
shudders down Karen's spine, "And we've decided we're going to have
a little party, and you're the entertainment." So saying, she
stopped stroking Karen's cheek and moved her hand down to her
stomach, slowly sliding her hand under Karen's sleep-T.
Ingrid's hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed her
stomach. She tried to shrink away, and began shivering
uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening to her. They couldn't
be this cruel. "My poor little bird," Ingrid crooned, "are you
frightened?" Glancing down at Karen's exposed stomach, "So firm,
so beautiful...." Her hand moved higher, brushing gently against
the underside of Karen's breast. "NO!" Karen screamed into her
gag, and began thrashing about, trying to roll away from Ingrid's
hand. Please, Nooo! she screamed in her mind. A sharp "smack"
echoed in her ears as her head was jerked to one side and fiery
pain filled the side of her head. She became instantly still as
she stared up into Ingrid's glaring countenance. "None of that,
you little bitch, or you'll get more pain than you can handle,"
Ingrid snarled.
Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward Mercedes and
said, "I don't think our little Karen really understands her
position here. Maybe a little caning will teach her." Karen froze
at the word: cane her? Wasn't it enough that they had bound her
and were going to molest her? Now they were going to cane her?
She broke down, and started sobbing again through her gag.
Ignoring her, Mercedes and Ingrid rolled her onto her stomach, and
Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on her wrists. Pain
flooded her hands as circulation returned, and she groaned as two
strong hands took her wrists and put a leather cuff around each.
They roughly rolled her over and clipped the cuffs together in
front of her, then dragged her to her feet. Mercedes stood by her,
knife in one hand and the other helping Karen keep her balance, as
Ingrid walked over to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley
contraption above Karen's head. "Now be a good girl and put your
wrists over the hook," Ingrid said. Meekly, keeping her eyes on
Mercedes and her knife, Karen did as she was told, and fell heavily
against her arms as Ingrid began pulling the hook up. Soon she was
struggling to stand on the balls of her feet, straining the muscles
in her calves to save putting all her weight on her arms.
Ingrid came over and said, "Cut her loose." Mercedes quickly
cut the cords binding her legs, and she again fell against her arms
as feeling came back into her legs. She regained her balance, her
calves and thighs burning with the effort, and stared in horror as
Mercedes brought the knife right before her eyes. She shuddered in
fear as Mercedes slowly ran the knife down her cheek, across her
neck, and to the top of her sleeping-T. Karen's heart nearly burst
when, with a quick motion, Mercedes brought the knife down, cutting
her T-shirt down the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and
her T fell to the ground. She stood, stretched and bound before
her two classmates, her breasts standing out before their lewd
stares...she moaned in humiliation, her face turning red with
embarressment. A slight breeze blew threw the room, causing her
nipples stiffen. Mercedes brought her head down, and gently lapped
at her right nipple. The warm, wet, pressure of Mercede's tongue
sent a shock through Karen, and she jerked back, trying to twist
out of the way, mincing on the balls of her feet to keep from
unbalancing again.
Mercedes merely smiled cruely, and, grabbing Karen's underwear,
ripped them off mercilessly, causing Karen to swing out toward her
and land hard against her arms. She regained her precarious
balance again as her two classmates stepped back to admire her.
She was stretched taut, the strong muscles of her calves, thighs,
and stomach straining to keep her up on her toes, and her round
breasts firm against her chest. Tears began running down her face
as they stepped close to her and began running their hands up and
down her body, sending chill shivers through her. This couldn't be
happening. It just couldn't. It was all a bad dream, and she'd
wake up soon. Please let it not be happening. She closed her eyes
and tried to shut out the hands exploring her body, running over
her stomach, her back, her sides, caressing her breasts and legs.
Suddenly she was brought back to reality by a sharp tug at her
mouth. Ingrid was removing her ball gag! Another quick tug and it
came all the way out, trailing her saliva behind it.
She quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let me go...I
won't tell anyone...Why are you doing this?...." At which Mercedes
and Ingrid burst into laughter. "Please...let me go..."
"Shut up!" Ingrid commanded as Mercedes handed her a long
switch. "I still don't thing you understand" she said as she
brought the switch swiftly across Karen's stomach.
"AAAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed as pain flashed through her and she
fell again onto her arms. The world went fiery red for an instant
before returning to a dull throb through her midsection. She
scrambled back onto her toes and stared in horror as she saw
Mercedes roll forward a video camera standing on a tripod and turn
it on.
Slapping her switch gently against her palm, "Maybe this will
help you understand what your position is here. You see, we tape
everything we do to you for the headmistress. She likes to see how
her new students perform." Smiling behind her, Mercedes picked up
another switch and walked around behind her. As Ingrid said, "You
may begin," Karen's ass exploded in pain. Throwing her hips
forward to escape the pain, they threw themselves into a blow from
Ingrid, burning across the front of her thighs.
"AAAHHHH...NOOOO...AAAAHHHH...PLEASE...DON'T...AAAAAAHHHH...
STOP... PLEASE" she cried again and again, the switches landing
against her back, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, biting into
her nipples, turning her whole body into one fiery mass of pain.
She twisted and squirmed around on the end of the hook, unable to
escape the punishing blows of the switches as they flooded every
nerve in her body with unendurable pain. After what seemed like an
eternity, she began to drift. The pain raining down on her seemed
to spread across her entire body, leaving her in a sort of floating
numbness. The pain was no longer pain...it was merely sensation,
feeling, engulfing her entire body, increased each time a blow
landed against her body.
She heard distantly, "I think that's enough for now"--she had
stopped screaming a while ago, she did not know how long, and,
hanging against her arms, uttered only grunts each time she was
struck. She felt her body being lowered to the ground, and two
sets of hands carry it to a large, cushioned table. Her arms and
legs were affixed to cuffs in the corner, binding her
spread-eagled. Gently hands ran across her body, sending shooting
signals of sensation through her as they brushed against her
bruised, reddened flesh. Every touch seemed magnified a thousand
times by abused flesh, sending her higher and higher into a realm
of pure feeling. It seemed as if she were looking down at herself
as Ingrid gently took her right nipple into her mouth and began
gently sucking, concentrating what was neither pleasure nor pain at
that one point. Mercedes was leaning over the table between her
legs, stroking her inner thighs, and slowly, gently, placed her
mouth over Karen's vagina. Her tongue snaked out and licked up and
down her slit, providing a counterpoint to the sensation at her
nipple. Ingrid stopped and the sensation flooded into her groin,
then moved back as she began sucking at her other nipple. She
began moaning softly as Mercedes pushed her tongue between her
labia, and a shiny coating of liquid greeted Mercedes as she probed
deeper. Ingrid moved from nipple to nipple as Mercedes moved up to
Karen's clitorus, now hard and quivering, mimicking Karen's body,
which was emitting low moaning sounds from her mouth. Mercedes
pressed her lips against Karen's clit and began softly massaging it
with the flat of her tongue, feeling Karen's thighs tense with this
new sensation.
Karen did not know how long they caressed her body--she was
above it all, riding the waves of feeling which were slowly
increasing. She sensed a pressure building up from somewhere,
slowly increasing, slowly drawing her back to her abused body,
criss-crossed with red marks and throbbing, throbbing. Slowly the
sensations around her tightened, grew, and suddenly she was back in
her own body as the sensations became wave after wave of pure
ecstacy. She screamed and bucked on the table, felt strong fingers
digging into her thighs and a quick tongue flicking her clit, felt
a mouth sucking almost painfully on her breast. She beat her body
against the table, thrusting her hips forward and back, forward and
back, thrusting her chest up and down, up and down, as all the
sensations of the night, every feeling which had burned its way
through her nerves, came back to her as almost unendurable ecstasy.
Slowly her orgasm broke, and her thrashing stopped, and she lay,
bound to the table, her chest rising and falling raggedly as she
sucked in great gasps of air.
Ingrid and Mercedes, her face glistening with Karen's juices,
smiled at each other over Karen's prone body. "What a slut,"
Ingrid said, tweaking Karen's nipple, bringing a twitching response
from her. At Ingrid's words, shame and humiliation rushed through
Karen. What had happened? What had they done to her? Her body,
covered with sweat, ached from the beating she had taken. Between
her legs her thighs felt sticky and warm. She shuddered in
revulsion at the way she had reacted. The pleasure of a moment ago
was forgotten, and she began to quietly cry as she remembered her
body's betrayal, remembered the way she had screamed out during her
orgasm, thrashing about, no better than some worthless whore,
cumming uncontrollably, unstoppably. She sucked in her lower lip
and thought: maybe now they'll let me go...maybe now...please let
them let me go...please.
She was interupted in her thoughts when she heard Ingrid say,
"I'm glad I asked a couple of my friends from Padduck over.
They'll love this cunt."
"Nooooo...," Karen moaned, "please...let me go...haven't you
done enough?"
"Done enough?" Ingrid replied, "You loved it, you cunt. I've
never seen anyone pop her cork like you just did. Hell, watching
you get your rocks off turned me on...hmmm...maybe I will send you
home for now; I'm sure Merc and I can take care of my friends. I
do need a good fuck."
"Wait," Mercedes broke in, "when I was sucking her off, I
noticed she's still a virgin."
Surprised, "What, she hasn't been popped? A slut like that?"
"Nope, and I really want to see her get stuck for the first
time."
"Why not?" Ingrid shrugged, "I'm sure the boys will have
plenty left for us. Let's go get the bitch cleaned up for 'em."
Noooo, Karen thought, wasn't it enough that they had beaten
her black and blue, that they had turned her body against her,
humiliating her? Now they had invited men over to abuse her. She
didn't know if she could take anymore....
Ingrid and Mercedes quickly unclasped her arms and legs and
half-dragged half-carried her across the room and down a wide
hallway. They pulled her unrestisting body through an open doorway
into a large shower stall with nozzles protruding from every wall.
They reattached her wrist bands and, pulling her arms up and apart,
clipped them to the top edge of the stall.
Karen let out a sharp cry as cold water instantaneously struck
her whole body. She jerked her chin up to remove it from the
painful spray, and began shivering uncontrollably. The hard,
pulsating spray felt like it was flaying her alive, driving against
her whipped flesh, sending ice cold sparks of pain through her
body. Slowly though, the water began to warm, and her shivering
began to subside. She noticed vaguely, through the spray blocking
her vision, Ingrid and Mercedes leaving the room. Oh, God, let
them not come back, she thought, and began to relax for the first
time since she had been kidnapped that evening.
The water helped, beating into her sore muscles, massaging her
bruised skin, sluicing down her stomach and thighs. She became
more and more relaxed, and hung her head, letting the water beat
against her scalp. She slumped down and began to doze off, the
tensions of the evening, as well as her own orgasm, draining her of
energy. After she did not know how long, the water snapped off,
and she raised her head groggily. Standing before her were Ingrid
and Mercedes.
Ingrid stood bare-footed, attired in black stockings held up
by a black garter belt. Bikini leather panties barely covered her
pubic hair, and her stomach was bare. A black bustier squeezed her
large, round breasts up and together. Black lipstick adorned her
lips and she had touched her eyes lightly with mascara. She stood
heavily on one leg with her hip thrust out, her hand against her
hip and a cruel grin on her face.
Beside her, Mercedes was completely naked except for a studded
black leather collar around her neck. Karen noticed with a shock
that she did not have any pubic hair, which, combined with her
slight frame, made her look like a young girl of 11 or 12 years.
Her stance, though, belied her slim hips and small breasts, for it
was confident and sure. She was holding a large towel, and walked
casually up to Karen and began to dry her off.
After her long shower, Karen's skin was hyper-sensitive, so
she squirmed away from Mercedes, who just more vigorously rubbed
the abrasive towel against Karen's tenderized skin. Finishing by
drying her hair, Mercedes then unclasped her wrists, leaving her
leather cuffs on, and Ingrid and Mercedes gently took her by the
arms and began walking her back to the main room.
She was beaten, physically and emotionally drained by her
experiences, and they knew it. Held between them, she asked,
"Please can I go back to my room now? I can't take anymore."
"Sure you can," Mercedes smiled, "we've got two virile young
men just waiting to fuck you."
Karen moaned, "Noooo...please..."; interupted by a stinging
slap from Ingrid, shocking her out of her daze and back into this
horrible reality where she was beaten and raped again and again.
"Shut up, slut," Ingrid growled, "and behave. It'll only be
as bad as you make it."
She had to escape. She just had to. She knew she couldn't
take anymore abuse; it would drive her crazy. Her body was still
sore, her shoulders aching from when she had hung her weight from
them, her skin burning from the aftereffects of the switching and
the shower. Her classmates weren't holding her too closely; she
could easily twist away from them. She was sure she could outrun
them once she got away, and then she would make it to the highway
and someone would pick her up. She would tell the police and they
would be arrested. Even if she didn't make it, even if she froze
to death outside, it would be better than this torture.
Her thoughts were broken by a long, low whistle: "Damn, you
sure did a number on her. She's a looker though." She jerked her
head up at the voice and beheld two young men, naked, their clothes
piled on the ground beside their feet. Both stood about 21 years
old and 5'10, and where one was stocky and brown-haired, the other
was slim with blond hair. It was the slim one who had spoken.
Without thinking, she twisted from the girls' grip, turning as she
did so, and ran toward the door. She heard cries of "Shit" and
"Son of a..." and the sound of pounding feet on the hardwood floor
following her. She was halfway to the door when a heavy weight hit
her in the small of her back. Strong arms wrapped around her as
she fell forward. She barely got her hands under her as she fell,
and fell hard against the hardwood floor, knocking the breath from
her lungs.
As she gasped for breath strong hands forced her arms behind
her, where her wrist cuffs were clipped together, and she heard
Ingrid say, "Stupid bitch...I'll fucking show her..."
"Wait," a voice broke in, "I've got an idea." She recognized
the voice as the slim young man's. Mercedes and the stocky man
kneeled on either side of her as she lay there, gasping for breath,
and wrapped a thick, leather belt around the crook of her elbows.
Mercedes quickly pulled the belt tight, bringing Karen's elbows
together, sending a painful strain into her shoulders, pulling them
back and thrusting her aching breasts into the floor.
"Roll her over," the young man said, and she was roughly
rolled over onto her back. She lay there, her arms crushed
painfully under her, her breasts thrust like an offering toward the
ceiling, her lolling back on the hardwood floor. Everyone stood up
as she began to regain her breath, and Ingrid and Mercedes grabbed
her ankles, pulling them toward her head. In a second, Karen was
bent painfully in two, her knees beside her head, her hair pinned
down on the floor by one knee each from Ingrid and Mercedes, who
also pinned her calves to the floor with strong hands. She
struggled briefly, but found she could not move much. She was
trapped there with her ass and vagina stuck gaping into the air.
It was a humiliating position, and she closed her eyes, trying to
block out the world around her.
Ingrid leaned close to her face and hissed, "Now you're going
to get it," and Karen's eyes widened in terror as she looked
between her legs and saw the slim man approaching her backside
holding a medium sized belt in his hand. The other man was
slightly behind him holding the videotape recorder. Both of their
penis' were coming to life as they thought of the punishment they
were about to inflict.
"You're going to have to learn your place, cunt," the man
snarled as the belt whistled through the air, landing with a dull,
wet smacking sound directly on Karen's cunt and mound. A blinding
white flash of pain seared through her guts and temporarily blinded
her, her body thrashing her hips up and out, trying in any way to
escape the torment within her. Her voice was not her own as a
horrible shriek escaped her lips: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG. It
seemed to go on and on in her own ears, and the pain kept building.
She heard another dull smack and she exploded in pain again as the
belt dug into the tender flesh of her vagina, her voice a siren
wailing, her body thrashing around, banging again and again against
the hard floor. Another smack and her whole groin was on fire,
burning and aching, the pain overwhelming all her senses: she
could not hear nor see, all she could do was feel.
