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.
