## Archive-name: short11

From: wiley06 <wiley06@nym.alias.net>

Subject: Short 11.0 (mmf teen nc bd tort)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

very sexually explicit and brutal story. Don't read it if you can't handle it or don't like this type of story. Enjoy,

wiley06

Short 11.0

She squirms in the darkness as the ropes cut into her flesh. Small, helpless animal sounds bleed through the gag stretching her jaw wide. She lies on her side, her arms locked behind her back, ropes chaffing her wrists. More ropes painfully pull her elbows close, cutting into the soft white flesh at the inside of her elbows. A small diamond of knots rested between her full breasts, which themselves are tightly bound into bulging white mounds of flesh topped by large, dark red nipples. Ropes lead up to pull against the black leather collar encircling her neck, while leading down to another diamond of knots resting against her flat, shapely stomach. The tender flesh of her narrow waist bulges under the constriction of the rope encirling it, rope knotting her wrists firmly against her spine.

Worst of all, though, is the rope which leads down between her legs, splitting the hyper-sensitive flesh of her labia, causing her lips to swell up in irritation, and back up through her hard, round asscheeks to hook onto her thumbs, making every movement a tiny agony of abrasion. Her strong white thighs and calves are almost covered with rope, hiding her flesh and making her long legs look longer bound together.

The last thing she remembers is lying out beside the olympic sized pool her father had built for her olympic hopes. She is one of the best, just a few hundredths of a second from being the best--it is her dream and her life, and her parents are wealthy enough to make it a possibility. She remembers dozing, and now, now opening her eyes to darkness and her body to bondage she struggles vainly, protests vainly, scared more than she has ever been by her predicament and by her imagination as to what it all means.

She squeezes her large blue eyes tightly shut and whines as a spot light falls onto her bound white flesh, squinting through long lashes at the shadowy form of a man walking toward her circle of light.

"Well, meat," she hears him say in a deep voice, muffled cries escaping the gag as he grabs her short blond hair and drags her to her full 5'6" height, "I bet you're wondering how you ended up here." It was a statement, not a question, as she strains the well-developed muscles in her legs to remain upright, her head burning in pain and her crotch feeling rubbed raw. "Your father," he grins as surprise colors her face, "had a few debts--close to one and a half million dollars." He reaches up and grabs an overhead rope, pulls her head back, and loops it through a ring in her gag before pulling it tight. "He couldn't pay."

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes as this cruel man casually destroys her faith in her father, her gorgeously lithe body straining to remain upright between the rope pulling the point of her mouth up, and gravity pulling her bound feet down. "He offered you in payment" falls upon her ears like a hammer, "his precious daughter, the love of his life, sweet sixteen." She shudders and tries to pull away from the soft caress of his hand against the round globes of her ass, twisting her body, feeling the pull at her jaw as she shifts her weight precariously. "Sweet meat," his hot breath whispers in her ear as hot tears flow down her beautiful young face.

He leaves her, and she cries her misery in renewed darkness, her body, young and slim and strong, struggling for balance, her muscles quivering from the strain. She stands there for minutes, for hours, for she knows not how long before the light comes back on, the light blinding her as effectively as the darkness did. She is cried out, only wanting to be let out from her bondage, whimpering in hope of a brief respite.

She hears a man's voice booming through the space, filling her with dread at its words. "Ten men paid one hundred dollars each for the next three hours. One thousand dollars less you owe. When your debt is paid, you will be left to go your way." Music, the Rite of Spring she insanely noted, begins playing, to be drowned out by her scream as pain shoots through her breasts from the blow of a thin cane.

Another blow strikes her, leaving its lash of pain across her upper thighs, and then another across her upper arms, and another and another, the pain flashing like points of light across her vision as she screams futily into the gag and twists about madly, trying to escape this torture.

Meat, a gorgeous piece of thrashing meat, strains and quivers as bulging tits and round asscheeks and upper thighs and upper arms take blow after cruel blow, turning the white flesh red and bruised blue. Each man measures their blows, concentrating on the choicest bits, growing hard as they deliver agony to this sweet, young, tender piece of flesh delivered up for their use.

Her whole body burns and her throat is raw from screaming when they finally stop. Rough hands lift her body and the gag is pulled from her mouth, and a gasp of release tinged with agony escapes her body. She feels a knife blade between her legs as the ropes holding her legs together part, and the blood rushing back into her limbs is almost as painful as the hands mauling her as they hold her parallel to the floor. Her legs are pulled apart, and she arches her back in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out as she sputters in agony through the ring holding her jaws wide while the rope against her crotch is pulled mercilessly, sending streamers of agony through her already battered body and splitting her cunt even wider open.

She thrashes about in their grip as they continue to torture her, but she cannot escape, and her head falls back as they hold her horizontal. Through her tears of despair and agony she sees a man's cock approach her open mouth, a mouth forced open by a ring, her full lips swollen by her crying. She gags and chokes at the smell of it as it is slid into her cavity, large hands holding her head still, and thinks she's going to die when it slides down her throat, choking her until she breathes deep through her nose. A wet, sickening slapping sound reaches her ears, and she explodes in a bucking, jerking frenzy as pain as she had never thought she could feel it bursts through her cunt as her soft labia is lashed with a cane.

The man rides her face with his cock, jerking it back and forth in her throat as it spasms in muffled screams. Blows rain on her helpless labia and inner thighs, pausing only when the man shoots his thick wads of come down her throat. She barely notices as another replaces him, because the beating starts up again as these men use her body for their sadistic pleasure. After the fourth man comes down her throat she vomits up their sperm in her agony, but they barely notice, and neither does she. She is lost in a sea of pain, and wishes only for unconscousness, but it doesn't come.

They stop beating her cunt though, and she feels her groin throb in unspeakable agony. The rope between her labia is pulled off as another man uses her mouth, but her respite is momentary. The beatings begin again, forcing screams from her slender teenaged body as her nipples are pounded mercilessly. The throbbing in her crotch increases and she bucks her hips wildly to escape the fingers gripping her clitorus, rubbed raw and bleeding by the rope and the whipping.

Her mind snaps, and a dreamy darkness clouds her mind as her breast throb continuously from the beating they are taking and the pressure at her cunt builds and builds into unbearable agony. The pain is so bad it becomes almost pleasurable, and she screams maniacally into a man's groin as an orgasm so pleasurable it is pure agony shakes her slender, muscular body.

There is no respite though, as fingers enter her raw cunt while others continue to mash her pulverized clit, the stataco beat of the whip on her tits not missing a beat. Another load of come is dumped into her straining belly as a second orgasm shakes her young body. A third follows quickly, and a forth, sending overused muscles quivering and shaking as her body bucks uncontrollably in the hands of her torturers. As her fifth orgasm overwhelms her shattered mind, both more painful and more pleasurable than anything she had ever imagined, she slips into blessed unconscousness.

The men holding her stop their attentions to her breasts and cunt, but the last three men continue to use her mouth for their pleasure. They laugh at the come from her passion coating the insides of her thighs and dripping from her asscrack to the floor. They laugh about the video each one will take home of their exploits. The laught because they know the next round is just a few moments away.

She awakes laying on the hard concrete of the floor, slowly moving her freed limbs sluggishly. Her whole body is throbbing in agony tinged with wispy pleasure through her beaten, swollen cunt and tits. She sobs into the bright light and curls up into a ball as she remembers pain so intense it was inseperable from pleasure, and how even now, her body so sore she wishes she were dead, she wishes the men standing around her would take her back to that place where there was only the floating ecstacy/agony wrapping her body in its impossible embrace.

Two hands grip her shoulders and she looks up into the hose covered eyes of one of her rapists. He pushes her onto her back and crawls between her legs. She cries out through raw vocal cords as he enters her, forcing his way into her abused cunt. She begs him to stop as he pounds brutally into her, tears coursing down her face as pain jerks her body between the cold, hard concrete and the body of her rapist covering her.

It is worse than before--not the pain, but the intimacy of it, the body covering hers, the body pressing into her, leaving her nothing untouched. She sobs as he fills her with his come. The second man quickly takes his place, and she doesn't want to but she begs him also, begs him to stop, to let her go, but he, like the one before, pistons into her mercilessly. The thumping pain in her groin is building slowly, like a great beast meaning to overwhelm her. She closes her eyes as he too fills her with his come.

They take their turn on her battered body, each one sandwiching her between the floor and their bodies, as she tries to remain still. The pain is too much though, and she finds herself squirming beneath them uncontrollably, her mind reaching, reaching for the elusive pleasure beyond the pain, through the agony.

It is there, fluttering in brief flashes with each thrust into her grasping, spasming cunt. She bucks up against her fourth rapist, seeking it, wanting it, needing it to escape the reality in which she is. It grows, unbearable yet desired, spreading from her tortured sex organs to engulf her whole body. She barely notices when the fifth man takes over, she is so lost in her own world, a world where there is only the sensation engulfing her teenaged body.

The men laugh at her as she lifts her legs and grips the sixth man around his back, her hips grinding against his as a guttural scream pours from her throat and liquid gushes from her groin to splash her rapist. She humps spasmatically against him, her cunt dragging the come from his body, and holds him there. It takes two of the others to pull her legs apart, and they hold them apart as the seventh man plunges into her. She is still lost in her orgasm, which seems to go on throughout the next two men. For twenty minutes she is lost completely in the pleasure wracking her body before losing conscousness yet again.

The last two men do not bother to wake her, instead using her limp body to relieve their swollen cocks. Then they lift her up and bend her body over a table, her firm round asscheeks shining gorgeously white, red, black and blue in the bright light. There is a short argument as the men consider whether they should wait until she awoke, but after a few failed attempts to wake her, they give up and begin to take her ass. Not once does she regain conscousness.

When they finish, they lay her down on the ground, her body, covered in sweat and come, beaten black and blue and crisscrossed with red marks, her cunt swollen and bleeding and glistening, is grotesque, but somehow beautiful.

She awakes two days later lying in bed, opening her eyes to the face of a handsome dark-haired young woman of sicilian decent. "Shhhh..." the woman says softly as she tries to speak, "you've been through a lot. Just relax." A soft hand strokes her forehead and she relaxes and closes her eyes, dropping into a horrible dream where men beat her and rape her without end.

When she awakes a second time the dark-haired woman is still there, and smiles kindly at her.

Last modified (12/24/96 14:16:04) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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