Raped Virgin Cheerleader:
Chapter Eight

"Wake up, Jamie," Gary said cheerfully, rubbing his cock all over Jamie's

pretty, soiled face. "Time to wake up, little slut."

A stream of piss burst from his cock and splashed over Jamie's features.

Gary guided the stream of his piss so that it poured between her parted lips

and shot up her quivering nostrils. Jamie came awake choking and

coughing, and as her eyes fluttered open, Gary aimed his stream of piss at

them, making her cry out in anguish as her eyes filled with pain.

"Rise and shine, toilet bitch!" Gary shouted, waving his cock back and forth,

soaking her beautiful face in his stinking piss. After her lovely features were

drenched he stuffed his cock between her lips and pissed straight down her

throat. "Wake up, you dirty little cunt. It's time you started training for your

fucking job."

Jamie spluttered on Gary's piss, trying desperately to swallow it but not able

to keep up with the firehose blast that flooded her throat and filled her

mouth. Piss poured back out over her face, soaking her even more

thoroughly in waste.

Piss shot out her nose as she choked on the stinking liquid and she

swallowed huge gulps of the noxious broth. She was surprised at how

welcome the rush of piss was, at how her dehydrated, exhausted body

craved any drop of moisture it could get.

It wasn't until Gary squirted the last of his piss onto her tongue and made

her lick his cock clean that Jamie had a chance to see where she was.

When she realized the new position the boys had bound her in, she began

to cry. She wasn't sure what they were going to do to her, but the way they

had her strung up now she would be vulnerable to any kind of torture that

came to their minds.

Jamie was strung up in a chair that was constructed of leather straps. One

strap circled under each knee, pulling them high and wide apart. Straps

crossed her shoulders, each one circling under the arm on the other side to

make her body more stable. A thin strap circled her middle in a noose and

connected to the ceiling with the others. The five straps were what held

Jamie bound, what held her in the air. And they left every luscious inch of

her tortured young body available to the three evil cadets.

Her cunt and ass were spread wide by the position of her knees. Her long,

lean torso was stretched and left bare by the thin strap that circled her waist.

And the straps that crossed beneath her arms tilted her enough so that her

whip-striped back was still positioned for more abuse. She was only inches

above the floor now, but she could see the simple pulley that controlled the

straps, and knew the boys could pull her as high into the air as they desired.

"I can't take anymore!" she cried in a very small, trembling voice. "You know

you can do whatever you want to me! I'm a slut, just like you said! Won't you

please give me a break now? You'll be able to do whatever you want to me,

whenever you want! You know I won't be able to say no! But I hurt so bad,

and I'm so tired! I'm hungry and thirsty and-and I need a bath! I'm so dirty! If

you fuck me to death now I'll be ruined, and you won't be able to have

anymore fun with me!"

"So what?" Gary asked cruelly. "There are plenty more sluts where you

came from. And sluts with bigger tits, too. What's the problem, Jamie-bitch - 

didn't you drink enough cum when you were little?"

Jamie stopped pleading and stared up at Gary with passive, accepting eyes.

She didn't even cry at the humiliating things he was saying to her.

She was past tears now. They had fucked the life out of her, tortured her

until her spirit had broken. The last brutal fucking hanging from the ceiling

had pushed her as far into the muck as she could go.

Gary smiled thinly, slapping his huge fat cock down across her passive face.

He knew what Jamie was thinking. He also knew how wrong she was.

Jamie hadn't begun to scream and cry yet. They had been going easy on

her until now.

Pat picked up the cigarette lighter and lit it. Jamie's eyes went wide as the

flame sparked and fluttered.

Dave produced a bundle of long, sharp needles from behind his back and

smiled at the bound, helpless beauty. It wasn't until Pat touched the lighter's

flame to her pussy-hair that the tortured cheerleader realized she could still

be made to scream.

"Nonononononononono!" she moaned, unable to get the words out fast

enough in her desperate attempt to make Pat pull the flame away from her

tender cunt. The flame was causing her pussy-hair to crackle and sizzle.

Dave stuck one of the needles into the shuddering flat plane of her belly. He

caught the lip of her navel and pushed the needle right through it. He

pierced her flesh no more than an inch, but the pain was awful, the sight of

the needle sticking straight up out of her body even worse. Jamie writhed

madly against the strips of leather that held her dangling from the ceiling.

Pat brushed the flame from the lighter no more than a quarter of an inch

from the fluttering lips of Jamie's cunt. The sexy cheerleader bucked and

shuddered in terror and pain, unable to believe the cruelty of what the boys

were doing to her.

She had thought she had seen the limits of suffering and degradation, but

she'd been wrong. Suddenly she felt very naive to have believed that she

was broken beyond caring. Gary and the others would always have some

new outrage to commit on her helpless, sexy body.

"Kiss my cock, Jamie," Gary said, slapping her wide-eyed, pain-twisted face.

"Give it a big, wet kiss. Plant those cocksucking lips on my big cock and

show me how much you love it."

Jamie stared up blankly at Gary, barely comprehending the words he was

speaking. After a moment she kissed the underside of his cock just behind

the bulge of his prick-head. Her lips were parted, her tongue teased out to

play over Gary's heated fuck-flesh.

Pat set her cunt-hair on fire, sizzling so much at once that a flame erupted

over Jamie's crotch.

He patted it out before she was burned, but the flash fire had reduced her

silky cunt-hair to burned stubble. Pat played the flame a quarter inch from

the tendons that lined her inner thighs watching the muscles jump with

involuntary contractions.

Dave plunged a pin deep into the muscle of Jamie's right thigh, then

screwed the needle around until a drop of bright red blood oozed out to

streak over her silky skin. He plunged another needle into her leg just above

her kneecap, a third up into the soft pillow of flesh where her thigh met the

curve of her ass. A fifth went high on her hip as Dave methodically tortured

her right leg with the long, sharp needles.

Jamie stared at Gary's huge, stiffening cock, not wanting to see what Pat

and Dave were doing to her helpless young body. But Gary wanted her to

see, and he twisted her hair, forcing her head up as she kissed and licked

his fat prick.

Her leg was dotted with needles. The bright heads looked so cheerful that

Jamie was almost hypnotized by them. At least twenty of them poked into

the soft flesh of her right thigh.

There were a few more sticking into her calf. As she watched, Dave stabbed

one into the super-sensitive flesh just behind her knee. Before her scream

died away he had lunged in two more.

Pat was running the flame up and down the crack of her ass. Every few

moments he would jerk his hand upward to splash the flame right against

her tender asshole. When he let the flames dance against the reamed out

pucker of her asshole, Jamie howled like a banshee and jerked around like

a madwoman, but she couldn't escape the searing pain the flames were

causing her.

She kissed her way up and down Gary's thick prick-stalk, trying to please

him so much that he would make Pat and Dave stop torturing her. The hope

seemed foolishly faint, but it was the only one Jamie had left.

She slithered her tongue all over his wrist-thick prick, lathering the fleshy

pole with her spit and then lovingly sponging it away.

She even pressed the big cock between her lips and pumped on it, slurping

up the silvery drops of pre-cum that would ooze from the cock-head.

"That's it, whore," Gary said, twisting his hands even tighter in her hair and

jerking her from side to side. "You're starting to learn, aren't you, slut? That's

right, stick your slutty little tongue right in my piss-slit."

Jamie fucked the very tip of her tongue into his piss-slit, and then, when he

told her to suck the fat cock between her lips and bob her head up and

down, she did that too. At the angle she was hanging it hurt terribly to take

the full length of Gary's cock down the narrow tunnel of her throat, but after

a dozen tries she managed it. It made her gag constantly and rubbed her

tender throat raw.

Jamie's sexy cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to the pistoning prick,

and she squirmed her tongue all over the fat rod as it pushed back and forth

through the warm wetness of her mouth.

"Oh!" Jamie squeaked around the thick cock as Pat plunged a fmger into

her cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Pat fucked the full length of his finger roughly into Jamie's pussy. He

scratched at the sensitive inner walls of her pussy and ground his hand

against her whip-tattered cunt-lips. At the same time he was waving the

lighter across her asscheeks, making the creamy flesh glow a bright pink.

He smiled when the first trace of fresh pussy-juice coated his pistoning

finger. On the next stroke he pushed another finger up beside it.

Dave was plunging one pin after another into the tensed, burned cheeks of

Jamie's ass. The beautiful cheerleader's ass tensed hard as rock with each

new pin Dave stuck into the silky cheeks, but they couldn't clench tight

enough to keep the pins from slicing into her vulnerable flesh.

Jamie tried to jerk away from the pain that filled her backside, but that only

ground her pussy more violently onto the fingers Pat was sticking up inside

her. And her treacherous cunt was beginning to betray her once again. Even

now, being tortured with needles and an open flame, her pussy was starting

to leak and squirm.

Gary fed her his cock, pushing it past her stretched lips, through the warm,

welcoming cavity of her mouth, not stopping until he was clogging the tiny,

sore tunnel of her throat.

Jamie did her best to suck him, letting her mouth fill with spit and then

swishing it over the thrusting prick. But he was fucking her throat too fast

and hard now for her to apply much suction to the fat rod. The best she

could do was squirm her lips around it as it speared through them.

Suddenly Dave thrust a needle into the ring of her asshole. Jamie cried out,

jerking her hips wildly from side to side in a wild effort to dislodge the awful

metal pin. Pat took the opportunity to slip a third finger into her swollen,

squirming cunt. Dave pushed ten more pins into her tight shitter, outlining

her tiny asshole with the long, sharp needles.

"Stop now!" she gasped as Gary pulled his spit-soaked cock from her

bruised lips. "You're going too far! Too far!"

"We're just barely started, Jamie," Pat said, drawing his fingers out of her

cunt, curling his hand into a fist and pushing back in. "Shit, there's things

we're going to do to you that you haven't even imagined yet."

"No!" Jamie screamed as Pat's clenched fist pushed relentlessly at the

mouth of her pussy. Her juice-slickened cunt-lips began to stretch under the

inhuman pressure. "No! Oh fuck, go ahead and do it! Do it all, you bastards!

Stick me with needles! Set me on fire! Fuck me with your arm! Do

everything!"

"We will, Jamie," Gary said. "Now lick my balls."

Jamie moaned with passion and disgust as Gary draped his sweaty balls

over her moist, parted lips. She kissed the hairy, crinkled flesh, letting her

tongue play out over the deep, dirty creases. Gary angled his cock against

Jamie's nose and hunched it back and forth over her forehead while her

tongue flapped over his sweaty, dirty ball-sac.

Pat waved the lighter over every tender nook and cranny of Jamie's sleek

young body. The flames splashed against her armpits and into the hollows

behind her knees. He teased the lighter up the center of her back, touched it

to the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands. He even played the

flame over Jamie's face, making her cry out in terror.

Dave was turning her left leg into the same kind of pin cushion her right

already was. He drove the needles into her hip and thigh and calf. He even

stuck a needle into her big toe, making her howl pitifully. Then, without

warning, he abandoned her leg and stuck a pin right through the stretched,

swollen lips of her cunt.

"There?" Jamie shrieked. "There? Oh please, please, please, not there!"

"There," Pat said, mockingly, forcing his fist fully inside her ravaged pussy.

Jamie's cunt-lips tore around the huge girth of Pat's fist. First they spread

tight, then pulled so taut that they were like a tiny band of elastic. The

needle Dave had impaled them with popped free. Finally the swollen,

abused little cunt-lips could stretch no farther, and they began to split. A

moment later Pat's fist popped inside her already-battered cunt. His wrist

was greased with blood as it slid in farther.

Dave spiked one needle after another through her quivering, torn cunt-lips.

He also pushed needles into her shaking, jerking inner thighs. He ground

one needle after another into the quaking muscles that lined the insides of

her silky legs, pausing only to gather a fresh supply from the box of torture

tools in the corner. By the time he moved on Jamie's cunt-lips sprouted

dozens of needles and her legs were lined with over a hundred.

All the time Dave was working, Pat was driving his hard fist in Jamie's cunt.

When he fucked the rest of his arm up inside her, the tiny pocket stretched

in ways it had never been meant to stretch.

"Ohhhhhh!" Jamie moaned through the ball-sac muffler Gary was dragging

over her lips. Her big brown eyes crossed from the unbearable pressure Pat

was applying inside her slender body. "Enough! Enough! Pat, enough,

enough! Enough!"

Pat just smiled and fucked his arm inside her. His fist banged against her

cervix. His face twisted with the effort of fucking his fist into her pussy. He

could feel her cunt tearing. It spilled a gallon of pussy-cream out in a

desperate defense against the savage beating it was taking.

"Look at this," Pat said proudly, slamming his fist into her cunt. "Look at the

way her fucking pussy is swallowing my fucking arm."

Pat fucked his arm into her faster and harder. Finally he popped his arm

inside her all the way to the elbow, and Jamie whined in agony.

Her legs flopped and shuddered, spread wider by the giant intrusion of Pat's

forearm than by the leather straps that held her airborne. Her flat stomach

bulged with the unnatural invasion. Each time Pat slammed his fist inside

her, Jamie's tiny little tummy would puff up as though she were pregnant.

Each time he pulled his fist back out the bulge would collapse. Pat laughed

at the sight of his fist making her stomach bulge and began to angle his

blows so that the outline of his fist would be even more clearly.

Dave lined her silky flanks with needles, driving them deep and twisting

them to get more of a reaction from the girl. He drew a line with the needles

from her hips to under her arms. Then he followed her arms down, sticking

needle after needle into her slender limbs.

He stuck a needle through the soft webbing between each finger, then, as

an afterthought, did the same between each of her toes. The pain was

awful, and combined with the agony of the fistfucking, it was unbearable.

Jamie cried bitterly as she licked Gary's balls.

"Suck them," Gary said, and instead of waiting for Jamie to do as he asked,

he levered her jaws open with his hand and stuffed his balls between them.

"Suck on them good, Jamie, and I might keep Dave and his nasty needles

away from your slutty little face."

"Don't lie to the bitch," Dave said, dotting her flat tummy and wide shoulders

with the long, sharp pins.

Jamie opened her mouth as wide as she could, and one of Gary's fat balls

slipped between her lips. The single ball filled her mouth, and she had to

squirm her lips painfully to squeeze the other big ball into her spit-filled

cavity. With both of Gary's balls in her mouth, Jamie's beautiful face was

distorted, her pretty cheeks swollen grotesquely

"That's it, Jamie, wash them off good." Gary rubbed his dripping cock across

her forehead, leaving trails of pre-cum all over her. "Shit, Eastport's got a

whole squad of fucking cheerleaders. They'll never miss one. And you're ours,

now, you know that, don't you?"

Jamie nodded her head up and down, tears and spit staining her soiled

cheeks. At Gary's words her cunt contracted like a fist around Pat's

punishing forearm.

A burning, agonizing orgasm gripped her sleek, helpless body, so powerful

and painful that it almost made her pass out, so unexpected that Jamie

couldn't stop her moans of pleasure and the slow, sensual grinding of her

hips against Pat's beating fist.

Jamie's ears were pierced, but Dave pierced each lobe three more times for

good measure, driving needles completely through the fragile flaps of flesh.

He grabbed another handful of needles before he started on Jamie's tits.

When he stuck the first pin deep into the upthrust little mound of her right tit,

Jamie came again.

"Not my tits!" she groaned pitifully as Gary pulled his spit-dripping balls from

her widespread mouth. "Not my tits! They hurt already! They really do!

Dave, you already hurt my tits real bad! Please don't hurt them anymore!"

"I thought you'd learned not to whine so fucking much," Pat said in disgust.

He lit the lighter again and touched it to the perky mounds of her tits. "Maybe

we should all hurt your tits a little."

Gary pulled Jamie's head up by a fistful of hair, making her watch the double

torture of her firm young tits. The enslaved beauty screamed and thrashed

as Pat toasted her nipples with his cigarette lighter. He never dipped the

flame close enough to burn her badly, but by the time he stopped waving the

flames over her flesh the skin of her swollen, silky tits was stained a bright

pink.

And all the time Pat was burning her, Dave was turning the perky mounds

into twin pin cushions.

Jamie whimpered, crying at the obscene, degrading spectacle of the pins

sticking from her tits. It was hard to decide which was worse, the pain of the

attack or the humiliation of having to watch helplessly while it was taking

place.

And Gary made sure she kept her eyes open for every moment of the

outrageous assault, pulling her eyelashes and pinching her lips and cheeks

every time her eyes fluttered shut.

Dave saved the best for last. After Pat had stopped his lighter torture and

had gone back to fist-fucking Jamie in earnest, Dave pulled a pair of thick

needles from the box of torture tools.

Jamie watched with wide eyes as he held the needles up for her inspection.

She knew what he was going to do with them, but she tried to convince

herself that she was wrong.

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