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. She wasn’t sure if he hit her again, although he must have, for the agony kept increasing, building to an almost inhuman level where she thought her entire pelvis must explode, wished it would explode, just to release the awful agony which was consuming her.
It was beyond pain, beyond sensation; it was as if at the end of every one of the nerves in her pelvis area a little fire had been lit. The noise had stopped, her mouth open in a silent scream. She half felt a weight lean against her, two hands roughly grab her breasts, mauling them between strong fingers, pressing them into her chest.
She felt vaguely a jabbing around her vulva, and felt her hymen tear, the pain of that violation subsumed by the greater pain left from the whipping, merely adding more sensation to her already overburdened nerves. He was kneeling by her ass, his hands mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her head to thrash back and forth as his cock slammed mercilessly back and forth into her tortured vagina, thinly coated with the blood of her hymen. She thrust uncontrollably back at him, the fire within her an unbearable, burning pressure, a pressure which she, without thinking, needed to burst.
She began grunting at each powerful thrust; her world had narrowed to the terrible, overwhelming, consuming sensation centered in her cunt. Suddenly the pounding stopped, and her voice rose into a kining, monotone wail. He pulled out, quickly losing hardness, leaving her hips bobbing up and down, her cunt gasping and sucking in air.
Her mind screamed Nooooo…
only a little more…
a little more and it would all be over…
she would overwhelm her senses and achieve oblivion…
she needed just a little more…
. Suddenly she was filled again with one brutal thrust as the stocky man slammed his cock into her to the hilt. He worked feverishly, slapping her tits, her face, pinching her nipples, calling her whore, slut, bitch, cunt.
She didn’t hear, didn’t feel, didn’t care, her whole body was on the edge. He punched his cock into her and ground his pelvis against her clit, sending her over the top. She froze, every muscle standing out in straining relief against her body; she screamed as every sensation–the bite of the belt into her pussy, the brutal tearing of her hymen, the slaps, the pinches, the awful, overwhelming pressure was sucked down, like a collapsing star, into one timy piece of flesh, her clitorus.
Then it exploded in wave after wave of painful ecstacy, and she felt her body convulse with every pulse from her clit, her strength inhuman in the throws of her orgasm. She was free of restraining hands, free of the man’s penis, which had filled her with seed the moment of her orgasm, free to bang her legs and ass, her shoulders, her head, again and again against the hard floor, flopping around like a beached fish. Finally, she doesn’t know after how long, or if she lost conscousness as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure ripped through her body, she came to her senses.
Her whole body ached, especially her arms, shoulders, and vagina, but she didn’t care; she was removed from everything, like she was caught in that strange land between sleep and waking. Voices drifted down to her..
.”freaky..
.on tape?.
.every twitch..
.what a cunt..
.bite my prick off..
.shit.” Hands lifted her, wrapped something around her, led her into chilly air which she hardly noticed, laid her down on a bed where she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Karen awoke at one o’clock Saturday afternoon. She could barely move, she was stiff and sore all over. As she swung her legs to the side of the bed and tried to stand, the awful aching in her vagina almost knocked her over.
Her mind was still numbed from sleep and pain when she looked into the full-length closet mirror. Her large brown eyes widened in shock as she saw herself: red welts crisscrossed her entire body, concentrated on her thighs and breasts. Her vagina and the entire area between her legs was a swollen, puffy red.
Her eyes were puffy and her face tearstreaked. Dried semen coated her inner thighs and stuck her pubic hair together. The horror of last night came rushing back to her, and she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.
Every detail in crystal clarity pushed at her conscousness: her kidnap at the hands of Ingrid and Mercedes, how they beat her and then turned her body treacherously against her. The so relaxing shower followed by the worst horror of the night, her attempted escape and her punishment. She quivered, unable to stop the flow of memories, the memories of the pain of the belt on her cunt, bringing her to a bizarre desire for release; of her hymen ripping before a man’s raping phallus, of his seed filling her to be replaced by another man’s phallus, and of her final, mind-bending orgasm, which hurt so much but felt so strangly good.