The first lash burned across her soft ass. Jamie cried in pain, weaving from

side to side on her toes and almost falling over. A bright red welt rose on her

ass almost instantly. The second lash tore across the small of her back, and

the third curled around her lush right thigh. The fourth scored her ass again,

crossing the tender skin with lines of red, making the firm flesh bounce and

jiggle lewdly.

"Look at that sweet ass shake," Dave said with a coarse laugh, pulling

another whip down from the wail. "You'd think it was a bowl of jelly the way it's jiggling now."

Jamie burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn the boys treated her

with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost

worse than the torture and rape they visited on her defenseless young body.

But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain and exhaustion, in spite of

the brutal beating Pat was giving her, her hurt pussy began to squirm.

Jamie closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish ticklings of lust that

were creeping through her cruelly bound body.

The whip Dave pulled from the wall was a long, cruel-looking bullwhip. He

snapped it again in the air once, then thrashed Jamie's satiny flat stomach. The

heavy whip bit into her stomach then curled around her soft, creamy side.

"The slut's doing a pretty good job of shaking her pointy little tits, too," Pat

said with a smirk, lashing her full asscheeks over and over again. "Do a

dance for us, Jamie-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are."

The svelte beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chains, writhing

in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture the boys were giving her.

Her creamy ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Her upper thighs

and lower back were streaked with red, too.

Pat laid ten quick strokes across her shoulder blades, as though noticing

that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was

finished Jamie was delirious with agony, wondering vacantly if someone had

set her on fire.

Dave stepped in front of her and began playing the bullwhip out against the

front of her body. He popped the end of the big whip against Jamie's pert

right tit, and the bound, beautiful cheerleader shrieked with anguish. Dave

laughed at the innocent girl's suffering and slapped her with the bullwhip

again and again, slicing her tender, creamy flesh with the biting leather

strap.

After a few minutes Jamie's sweet young body was a battleground of welts

and bruises. Dave wrapped his vicious whip around her slender calves and

circled them with welts, making Jamie look as if she was wearing anklets.

Pat curled the slender strands of the cat around her creamy inner thighs,

hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled. More than once the

strands of the cat caught the soft pink lips of Jamie's swollen, sore pussy.

The pain when that happened turned Jamie's slender, shapely legs to Jello,

causing her to dangle at the end of her thumb locks like a hung woman.

Dave was even more brutal with his bullwhip than Pat was with the cat. He

hit her tits dozens of times with no regard for the damage he might be doing

them  - he didn't even stop when every slash of the big strap of leather made

drops of blood splatter onto the cold basement floor. And he took a special

delight in whipping Jamie's soft, flat belly. By the time five minutes had

passed her stomach was a solid mass of bright red.

Pat whipped her ass the way Dave whipped her stomach, striping her firm,

bouncy asscheeks until they were livid red and dripping blood. He whipped

her upper thighs even harder, and took great delight in curling the cat

around her hips and stinging her plump pussy mound. He whipped her lean,

flawless back until it looked like a crazy road map. He even flayed the long,

slender lengths of Jamie's arms, laying a track of welts from her tender

white armpits to her elegant, slender fingers.

It was Dave who whipped her face. Even Gary gasped with surprise at the

unbelievable cruelty of slashing the brutal bullwhip across the trapped

beauty's cheek. Dave took their shock as encouragement and hit Jamie's

face several more times. Jamie screamed in hellish agony at each blow,

whipping her face from side to side in a maddened attempt to save her face

from further torture. She was certain that Dave was slicing away her flesh

with the terrible, vicious blows. The pain was so wicked that it seemed the

very muscles of her face had been torn from the bone.

By the time Dave was finished whipping her face, Jamie teetered uncertainly

on her toes, more unconscious than awake. Her skin was a brutalized

patchwork of welts. Even her face was bruised and reddened form the bite

of the whips. It felt to the weary young slave that she had been dipped in

acid, that some awful corrosive was eating into every bit of her soft skin.

Then Dave stared aiming the bullwhip at her cunt.

"Nooo!" Jamie gasped, her voice little more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering

closed and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of

the chains that held her spread so vulnerably. "Not there!"

"Everywhere," Pat said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the

wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Jamie's silky, quivering legs.

Pain exploded through the cheerleader's ravaged cunt. It was as though a

wild cat had used its claws to rip at the mouth of her pussy. Several of the

strands had flipped right between her swollen, blood-red cuntlips and had

scored the heated inner flesh of her pussy. Jamie's legs slipped out from

under her and her full weight swung from the fiendish thumb-cuffs. The pain

that shot through her hands was nothing compared to the liquid agony that

was pouring through her pussy.

Dave swung his whip with pinpoint accuracy. Bomb bursts of pain exploded

against both of her swollen, tortured nipples. Then the narrow tip of the

bullwhip smacked squarely against her stretched, raw clit.

"Bastards!" Jamie shrieked, her wide brown eyes rolling back, spit spraying

from her lips as she  convulsed  in  demented  anguish. "Aggghhhh! You dirty bastards! Agggghhh!"

Her cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and

thrashing through a series of spastic convulsions. Jamie's head swung

wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling.

Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy

inner thighs and splattering on the floor beneath her. Cunt-juice poured out

in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like

spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white and sliding

down over her trembling, piss-slick thighs.

Jamie thought she might be dying. The pain was incredible. Dave hit her,

and then Pat hit her, and then Dave hit her again. Back and forth they went,

one drawing his whip back while the other lashed her pussy.

Jamie knew that if they beat her for very much longer she was going to die.

But a part of her wanted them to keep beating her forever.

Slowly, hesitantly, Jamie spread her legs wide. Taking the last of her weight off

her feet made crushing pain run through her hands and arms, but that didn't

matter to the broken, bound beauty.

Her thumbs could rip off for all she cared. Her pussy was important, and her

ass and tits and mouth. Her thumbs didn't matter at all, except to help her

get a better grip on a cock when a boy wanted her to beat him off.

"Shit, the sleazy little slut's getting off on it!" Dave's cock was so long and

hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up

against Jamie's brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed.

"The tramp's cumming from getting her ass whipped off!"

"The tramp's cumming," Jamie muttered in agreement, nodding her head

with insane, pain-fueled glee. "The tramp's cumming for her big, sweet

men."

Jamie bent her knees, drawing her feet up to her ass and spreading her

thighs as far apart as she could. She looked impossibly sexy covered in

welts and dangling in midair. Dave and Pat swung their whips as hard as

they could, pounding the gorgeous cheerleader's pussy with their vicious

leather straps. Time after time the whips cut their way directly into the

spread mouth of her cunt, bruising and tearing at the super-sensitive skin

inside her pussy.

The first time the killing strands of the cat kissed her clit Jamie started

cumming.

She was beyond even shame now. The pain, lust and degradation of the

past day had reduced her to the point where shame had no meaning.

"Hit me again!" she moaned, her eyes glazed, her beautiful, bruised face

full of ecstasy. "Beat the whore harder! Beat the slut's cunt until it bleeds!"

Dave lashed her across her chest until her pert, fat-nippled tits were

flattened against her chest.

Pat played the cat over her swollen pussy as though he was trying to tear it

from her slender, squirming body. Jamie turned her pain-dazed eyes toward

Gary, who was standing apart, his arms crossed, a smug smirk on his rough

face.

"Why aren't you whipping me?" she cried, spit dribbling from her lush lips.

"Are you too good to beat the trash? Don't you want to see how it feels to

whip a slut until she can't stand up? Why aren't you whipping me too?"

"Fuck it!" Dave growled, stomping toward the hanging, beaten beauty. "I'm

going to fucking cum all over myself if I don't get a piece of this sleazy whore's ass!"