Jennifer's New Family - The Second Year
Young Chelsea Jurgens lay on her back, naked except for leather cuffs sporting rings and fasteners on her wrists, ankles, and knees, whimpering miserably. The twins Tommy and Tony were holding her arms straight up above her as Jason, the oldest of the three evil boys, held her ankles and was pulling them up, stretching her legs backwards over her body. The three of them laughed loudly as her small body was splayed out, Jason inching her feet further and further over her body, until at last they were pushed onto the mattress again, above her head. It didn't hurt the flexible girl, though she was physically uncomfortable.
Under the girl, slid across the mattress under her neck, was a wide spreader bar that they often used on Jennifer and her mother, though in different ways than they intended now. Jason snapped a fastener on her knee cuff to a ring bolt on the bar, ignoring her sniffling pleas to let her go, and followed up quickly by attaching her other knee to the other side of the bar, trapping her in the humiliating position. Apparently just for good measure, Jason also tied ropes from the girl's ankles to each end of the bar. They all released her then, but there was nothing the young girl could do. She was effectively helpless, even though her arms were unbound. There was nothing she could do to free herself.
Chelsea sobbed uncontrollably. Her back was forced into a slight forward arch in this position, and her nearly hairless virgin pussy was thrust up and toward her, forcing her to look at it though blurry eyes. Bright pink inner labia were fully swollen and blossomed out, glistening with dewy moisture. Feeling more degraded than she ever thought possible, she looked up at the vicious boys who leered down at her with perverse delight.
"Lookit the little cunt!" exclaimed Tony as he pinched the red inner lips and pulled them outward, making her squeal. "All this protesting, but she wants it so bad she can't hide it!" He released her flesh and then bought the flat of his hand down in a hard slap on her upturned pussy, making her shriek and quiver with pain.
"She sure does look hot all trussed up that way," agreed Tommy. "Like she's just begging for a good fuck!" He bent over her, near her face. "That's right ain't it, cunt? You're beggin' for a fuck!"
Chelsea shook her head, too frightened to speak, as Tommy reached between her thighs and pinched her hard little nipples, twisting them horribly. She squealed and trembled on the bed, gripping his arms with her small hands and trying uselessly to push him away. Tommy only grinned at her and twisted her nipples again, harder. "Say it you little cunt!" he snarled. "Say it or I'll pull these damn things off!" To emphasize the point he pulled hard on them and she shrieked as agony knifed through her small breasts.
"Please fuck me!" Chelsea heard herself suddenly wailing, as if the words had exploded unexpectedly out of her. "Please fuck me, only please don't hurt me anymore! Oh please stop hurting me! I promise I'll be good! Please fuck me!"
Red-faced at the suddenly pleading she was doing to be raped by the evil boys, she settled back in shuddering whimpers as Tommy released her, her flattened, bruised pink nipples slowly returning to their natural size and shape. "There ya go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Tommy grinned, slapping both his hands across her upthrust pussy as if it were a bongo drum, and Chelsea hissed with the stinging pain.
"C'mon," said Jason, stepping forward again. "Quit fuckin' around. Let's get the bitch into position." He proceeded to string some rope through a ceiling joist and soon had an ingenious pulley system ready to go. He threaded the end of the rope through metal rings in each end of the spreader bar and tied it off.
With dawning horror, Chelsea watched Jason easily pulling on the rope, drawing her bound body upwards. She grunted as her body bent in ways that finally caused her slight pain. "No! No please!" she protested weakly as her body went vertical, her knees still bound behind her head. She was hoisted into the air like a sack of flour, dangling helplessly as her hips finally left the mattress. Tommy and Tony quickly shoved the bed out of the way, and Chelsea hung in the midst of them, open, vulnerable, and frightened for her young life. A horrifying image of herself as a punching bag flitted through her mind.
"Now ain't that a pretty picture!" said Tony, openly stroking the bulge in his jeans. "I got a boner just lookin' at how cute you are hangin' there. In fact, I think I'm gonna do something about it right now. Shame to let a good boner go to waste!"
While his brothers laughed Tony opened his pants and the terrified girl howled with terror as she saw his cock spring into view once more. Hard and huge, she she couldn't stop herself from twisting and swinging in protest, but there was no hope for her. As she hung, her virgin pussy was exactly at a level with Tony's cock. He stepped forward, grinning into her tear-streaked face, and pressed his purple cockhead against her warm, moist pussy, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
There was no word of warning for the girl. He simply pulled hard on her helpless body, ramming her hips toward him, forcing her to impale herself onto his prick in one swift motion. She threw open her mouth and screeched as loudly as she could, a long extended wail of shock, pain, fear and anger. The sensation of having her pussy filled so suddenly was more than she could take in all at once. There was, first and foremost, the blinding pain of having her cherry ripped apart. Then the swollen, bloated tightness she felt deep inside her body from his cock buried within her. Finally the incredible warmth, almost heat, that his hard shaft radiated.
"Fuck this cunt is tight!" Tony growled, holding still to savor the sensation of being first inside the girl's body. He grinned broadly. "We were right! She is a natural. First time she's ever had a cock in her twat and she's workin' her muscles like you wouldn't believe!" The stretched walls of her aching pussy seemed to undulate around his throbbing dick.
"Hurry up bro, fuck the little bitch. We want our turn!" said Jason, who had his own cock out now and was openly stroking the hard shaft. Tommy, too, was opening his pants. Chelsea could do nothing but wallow in misery and fear, wondering if she would even survive this ordeal. The pain she felt now, she thought they might kill her, even if they didn't mean to. It felt like her pussy had been ruptured, split apart.
Tony pushed back on Chelsea's body, sliding it along his shaft, now bloodstained from her torn cherry. Then he took two steps forward. Chelsea was hanging at a steep angle, only the head of his prick still inside her. Then Tony release the girl's hips, and she swung forward by her own weight, shoving herself brutally down on his cock again. Tony laughed at this while the young girl burned with humiliation, helpless to stop him as he forced a hard, slathering kiss on her. The her pushed her away and let her fall on his cock again.
Chelsea felt the room spinning around her as she was forced to swing back and forth on the horrid cock that raped her mercilessly. It was true that she could feelher pussy working against his shaft, tightening around it and then relaxing again. She thought it was just spontaneous, something happened automatically, but each time his cock was shoved into her she felt a buzz between her legs, growing with every stroke, that seemed more pleasant each time. She wasn't starting to enjoy this was she? No! No! It wasn't possible!
Jason stepped forward, enjoying the sight of his brother forcing the girl to fuck herself on him. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock. "C'mon cunt," he said. "No point me doing all the work when you got a free hand. Stroke my cock you little bitch. Keep me hard till it's my turn to use you!"
It didn't take any time at all for Tommy to pick up on the idea, and force her to handjob his own cock as well. Chelsea closed her eyes and sobbed, too terrified not to obey the boys. She jerked convulsively at their hard cocks while Tony kept swinging her body. She could sense that each stroke was smoother, easier, and she shuddered to think what that meant, what it might say about her.
Tony sighed with erotic satisfaction as she swung down onto his prick again. He let her stay there a moment, loving the tightness of her on him. It was like savoring the most exquisite sensation on earth. Then his eyes opened wide with surprise and he looked into her face with a spreading grin. "Guys!" he shouted. "She's doin' it herself! Lookit!"
Chelsea didn't know what he was talking about at first. The others were looking down, were his cock was penetrated fully into her, and they started laughing. Then at last, through her fogged brain, she realized what they were interested in. Her hips her squirming, rising and falling as much as she could manage, twisting in small circles. She blushed furiously again, mortified to discover how deeply her body was betraying her. She was working his cock like a slut, despite everything they had done to her! What could be happening to her? What were they doing to her?
"What a great little whore!" Tommy said. "Shake it bitch! Move that cunt like the slut you are!"
Tony reached between their bodies and began to finger the girl's little clit. The moment his finger made contact she gasped and jumped, hands tightening convulsively around the cocks they held just as her pussy tightened around the cock inside her. Tony fingered her clit with hard, rapid movements, eliciting helpless whimpers of growing passion within her. Meanwhile Tony threw back his head and groaned as he felt her cunt contract around his prick.
"Oh man, this twat is tight!" he exclaimed, as Chelsea continued squirming around as much as she was able.
Chelsea burned with humiliation as she hung in the midst of the boys, fully aware of her boyd's urgent writhing and twisting on the cock buried deep within it, yet unable to stop herself. An unfamiliar need was building within her, a need she could not control and desperately wanted to satisfy, despite the pain and shame that filled her very soul. Har small hands tightened around the cocks within them, squeezing as she stroked them feverishly. Tommy and Jason grinned at each other, humping themselves into the girl's clenched hands.
Chelsea tossed her head, her red hair flinging about her pretty young face, freckled and flushed with pain, fear, degradation, and mounting lust. She knew the boys could do anything they wanted with her. Her only hope was that an adult might happen to come down to the3 basement and make them stop. Yet even as this thought crossed her mind, she was aware of a fainter voice inside her that said "But not too soon! I'm so close!"
Tony's large hands gripped her hips again, his dark eyes grinning into hers. "Fuck me, you bitch!" he growled, and shoved her away. Instead of letting her own body weight carry her back down the long length of his hard cock, though, he pulled her back to him with brute force, slamming her against him with a wet smack, the clearest proof to all of them how her desire was building uncontrollably. Chelsea closed her eyes and moaned as she felt the hot, heavy shaft bury itself within her, the motions so fast it was as if her pussy was being instantly filled and emptied, rather than something sliding in and out of it.
Tony was forcing her body back and forth with tremendous strength, seeming to rattle her bones. She grew dizzy, the room spinning around her as she groaned with fear and lust. The wet suction sounds coming from her battered pussy strangely heightened her humiliation and desire at the same time. She yanked hard on the large cocks in her small fists, grunting loudly each time her young, aching pussy was filled.
She could almost feel herself slipping away under the onslaught she was forced to endure, losing her identity, becoming a woman before she was ready. It was almost as though she could see her childhood floating away from her down a long, dark tunnel, never to be seen again. Then her thoughts were interrupted as Tony grabbed the back of her head and forced his mouth down on hers, forcing a deep, harsh kiss upon her as his body went suddenly stiff and rigid.
After so many minutes of shaking and rocking, the sudden stillness felt unnatural to her as she opened her mouth to his intruding tongue without even thinking about it, accepting his kiss in a sort of distant resignation. Slowly she realized that all was not still. There was movement; urgent, desperate movement deep inside her. She could feel how stretched her pussy was, how deep the cock penetrated her, and she realized that it was moving, riding up and down, throbbing with need. It was a peculiar, almost horrifying feeling, as though some living creature had been forced inside her, warm and hard.
She felt her cunt clamp down around the shaft again, but this time is was because she had purposefully tried to. There was something burning inside her, a sensation she never could have guessed at until experiencing it herself. She sensed it as though it, too, was at the far end of that dark tunnel, only it was racing toward her, perhaps to replace the part of her she had lost, as though in losing that fundamental element of herself there was left a void that could not long remain unfilled. And this new...thing...was racing toward her, ready to take its place within her very soul.
Tony pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock from her nearly all the way, and then shoved himself hard back inside her as he bit hard at her lower lip. She barely noticed his teeth however. Throughout the long rape, this was actually the first time that he had take her rather than forced her to take him. It didn't feel different, really. But it felt different.
"Fuck yessssssssss!" Tony hissed into her ear. At the same moment she felt his cock jump hard inside of her, followed quickly by a flowing warmth that all to quickly became a fiery torrent of liquid pain, shooting deeper into her body and then flowing back toward the entrance, burning her every millimeter of the way. She squealed in pain, shaking her head, protesting weakly as she realized he had come in her, was still coming in her. His prick kept throbbing, as though swelling up to expunge each new flood of his sticky semen. Occasionally she thought she could even see it moving inside her, in her lower belly, faint suggestions of movement down there, but she realized she must be imagining it.
She was grinding her teeth, sensing the rapid approach of something from that tunnel, drawing quickly nearly. Any moment it would be upon her, would take her just as these boys had taken her, without mercy or remorse. The muscles in her taut inner thighs were working wildly, her pussy convulsing around the prick squirting its liquid fire into her. Chelsea's breathing was hard and labored, deep gasps of strain and exhaustion. She closed her eyes, and there it was again, the formless shape racing toward her, growing larger, almost on top of her. She trembled in fear, and also in limitless desire.
And then, unexpectedly, Tony pulled out of her, leaving her empty both mentally and physically. She could still sense the shapeless thing out there, but now it was as though it was behind a wall, and could approach no further. Chelsea cried out with frustration, hot tears streaming down her soft cheeks. "No!" She shook and trembled in her bondage, each movement now starting to cause serious pain in her stretched legs and hip joints.
The boys all laughed loudly at the girl, hanging helpless as come started to ooze out of her pussy, the bright red labia slowly opening and closing on empty air. "That is great piece of ass!" Tony sighed, slowly stroking his softening cock. "Man is she tight!"
"And just like all dumb cunts," Jason answered, "once she's had cock she can't get enough. Lookit her begging for more." He pointed to her hips which she was lifting up and down in frustrated need, crying hot tears as she sensed the shapeless need dwindling away just out of reach, and nothing she could do about it. "You want another cock, you cunt?" Jason sneered, putting his face close to hers. Chelsea shook her head unconvincingly. Even now she couldn't bring herself to admit...that. She shuddered to have to admit to herself that she wanted a cock more badly than anything else she'd ever known.
"Don't lie to me, you cunt!" Jason growled, and pinch-twisted one of her pink nipples harshly, making her scream. "Well don't worry bitch. You done such a fine job jackin' me off and keepin' me hard, you earned a reward!"Chelsea groaned, and even she couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or dread. "but first I think we need to change your position a little. You look a little uncomfortable there."
Chelsea wanted to cry with relief at the suggestion that he was going to release her. Her hips were seriously hurting now, the muscles in her legs screaming. But her hopes were quickly dashed. Instead of unfastening her cuffs, he produced more rope. The three boys worked quickly, ignoring her sniffling protests and promises to do what they wanted. "You're gonna do what we want anyway!" they jeered. They threaded the rope between her stomach and her legs and tied it off at the small of her back. Then they threw the other end over a ceiling joist and hauled, tilting the girl's small body to a horizontal position, facing downward.
The new position was infinitely more painful than the other one. In this position she couldn't keep her back straight, and that put more pressure on her hips and legs. She cried loudly. "Please let me down! It hurts! It hurts! Please I'll let you fuck me! I'll let you do whatever you want if you just let me down!" But she knew it was a useless argument. She would do exactly what they wanted no matter what, and they weren't interested in seeing her free.
Jason moved behind the sobbing girl and gave her soft, upturned ass a vicious swat, the smack echoing around the basement and causing her to shriek out and writhe in her suspension. He looked down at her spread pussy, still leaking his brother's come stained with the girl's cherry blood, which spattered onto the floor every few moments. "Get ready, girl," he said. "Here I come!"
Chelsea tried to brace herself for the new outrage, and gasped as she felt his cock, even bigger than Tony's, slide easily into her soaking pussy. Behind her she heard Jason chuckling, and he started slapping her tight little ass like bongo drums, making her squeal repeatedly as her as turned red. He plowed his cock into her three times, and she was just thinking this would be easier than Tony because her pussy was more ready for it, when he pulled out completely. She wondered what was happening, what was he going to do? Then she felt his cockhead at her tiny asshole and with a shudder of dreadful realization she knew exactly what he meant to do.
"Now that your sloppy cunt has me all greased up, this should be pretty easy," Jason said, and laughing again he pushed forward.
"No!" Chelsea screamed against the inexorable force he was putting against her anus. "Not that! You'll tear me up! Please not that! Please fuck my pussy!" she cried in desperation. Then her voice was cut off in a strangled choke as his cock broke through her resistance, forcing it's way an inch into her shitter. She opened her mouth wide to scream. It was like a hot poker, studded with razor blades, was being forced inside her.
"Man what a whiner!" said Tommy against her shrieks. Jason shoved himself into her another inch with a grunt. "We need to shut this bitch up!"
Tony stepped forward with a grin. "No problem. I need this shit cleaned off my cock anyway!" Grabbing Chelsea by her red hair, he yanked her head back as far as it would go and shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged on it quickly, for it was still stained with their mingled juices and the blood of her ruptured cherry. Tony gave no quarter, however, jabbing his soft cock repeatedly between her lips. "C'mon, I know you can suck. You just did all three of us! Suck bitch! Clean my cock of your filth!"
Chelsea's small body shuddered again as Jason plunged deeper into her tight asshole, now nearly half his length inside her. "Man, and you thought her cunt was tight! You gotta try her ass sometime!" Jason shoved forward with another grunt, and the remaining half disappeared inside her. Chelsea's body stiffened, trembling uncontrollably, and as a reflex action closed her mouth around the disgusting cock. Using it to muffle her screams, she sucked, forgetting about the cum and blood on it, sucking it like a pacifier that would make all of her anguish go away.
But it didn't go away. Jason began pumping at her ass furiously, taking her in long brutal strokes that burned like firebrands. Tony kept prodding his prick deeper into her mouth, and to her horror she found it getting hard again. Still she sucked at it with incredible suction, driving by her pain, anger, and despair, she pulled long drags at it, reaching for it desperately if Tony teased her by pulling back.
"Fuckin' whore!" said Tommy. "Just like all cunts. They don't care what you do to 'em as long as they get cock."
The words rang in the young girl's ears, but she was beyond being able to care now. Her entire body seemed to be wracked with pain. The iron-hard cock forcing its way in and out of her seemed to tear her to pieces with each stroke. Her hands waved around in desperation, until finally they latched onto Tony's hips. Barely conscious of her actions, Chelsea pulled him toward her, forcing his cock deeper into her sucking mouth, her pointed toungue racing around the head.
"Oh fuck!" Tony said. "She's so fuckin' hot! She's gonna make me come again! You just love the taste of come, don't you bitch? Can't get enough, can you?"
Chelsea's only response was to gobble with renewed determination at his cock. She wasn't even sure what was making her go at him this way, unless it was the only way open to her to help take her mind off what was happening behind her. The pain in her ass mounted rather than diminished with every stroke. Jason was clearly enjoying every moment of it, however, continuing to slap at her ass and delighting in taking her as hard and as painfully as he could. "Damn bitch! I've had my cock in some tight places before, but this is....oh shit! I can't stop it! I'm gonna come already!"
The girl could never have imagined that she would have been glad to hear those words, but she was almost overjoyed in this case. She felt his cock swelling inside her and knew he must be close. Strangely, the knowledge caused her to suck even more enthusiastically at Tony's cock, now hard and throbbing itself. He had both hands in her hair, pulling her face hard against him so that his cock banged at the back of her throat and then down. She choked and gagged, and he pulled back, only to pound forward once again.
Chelsea felt the two pricks mercilessly hammering her from both ends, and then felt the well-remembered liquid heat filling her bowels and Jason let out a cry of triumph. That seemed to be the signal for the cock in her mouth to swell and explode as well, and once again she was racing to swallow the come as fast as it was being unloaded into her. Her hands gripped his hips, keeping him near, pressed against her face as she felt Jason's cock pop out of her, and she felt something like a sense of relief for this first time since this vicious gang rape had begun.
As Tony, too, pulled away, stuffing his cock back into his jeans, Tommy looked down at her. "Guess it's finally my turn, you little whore," he said. "But I like lookin' into the face of the bitches I use."
The boys worked quickly, again ignoring the girl's please to be set free. "At least let me legs go!" she begged. "I think my hips are breaking!"
"That's ok," Tommy laughed. "Just mean's you'll be able to spread 'em wider!" The boys all laughed loudly as they lowered the tummy rope so that she hung vertically again. Then they swung her around the other way, once more tying it off to the ceiling, leaving her horizontal but face up this time. It was marginally less painful than the last position, but not much.
Chelsea looked up fearfully into Tommy's leering face as he approached between her spread legs, his cock hard and bobbing dangerously with each step. "OK, you little cunt, you ready for my cock now?" Chelsea shook her head, terrified and now truly in agony as her stretched and bent body felt near its breaking point. Instantly Tommy brought his hand down hard across her swollen pussy, a hard slap directly on the swollen red inner labia. The girl jumped and shrieked with the sudden new pain. "Yes! Yes I'm ready!" she cried, desperately trying to make up for her mistake. "Are you sure?" he said, pinching and twisting her nipples, pulling them up away from her body as hard as he could.
Chelsea howled out, thrashing her head. "Yes! YES! FUCK ME! Oh please FUCK ME! Just stop hurting me!"
With a horrifying grin Tommy let her nipples snap out from between his fingers, took a step nearer, and the thirteen year old girl once more felt an unwanted cock slipping easily into her tight pussy. She turned her head to the side and sobbed in misery as her rape began anew. Tommy wasted little time, he didn't savor anything. He just fucked her, long hard strokes and that collided his groin to hers in repeated wet slaps, animal grunts punctuating each brutal thrust into her aching cunt.
Chelsea couldn't think of anything now but the ache in her joints and muscles. Every breath was agony, and the prick forcing its way in and out of her tight vagina barely registered with her. She just wanted it over, over so that they would release her from this awful position.
But was that really true? Was that cock, just like Tony's had, intruding with greater persistence upon her consciousness? She bit her lip, shaking her head against the notion that crept into her head. Just as she seemed ready to convince herself, the other brothers approached on either side of her and started to fondle her small tits, tweaking her nipples. They weren't being rough now...not too rough, anyway. She shivered, and she didn't want to think why.
Tommy plunged his hard dick into her waiting pussy again, sighing as he felt the velvety warmth of her embracing his manhood. She couldn't deny it now. The feeling of that cock inside her was more prevalent than all the pain. It felt...it was a ridiculous though, but she couldn't shake it away...it felt natural, as if it was meant to be there, inside her body. Which also logically suggested that she was meant to receive it. She shook her head, trying to thrust the idea out of her brain, but at that moment he thrust his cock into her cunt again and she gasped loudly as the thought came bursting forth once more.
Chelsea's hard little nipples tingled under the fingers that teased them and pulled them. She watched Tommy fucking her, unable to pull her eyes away from the sight of his long, thick shaft disappearing inside her time and again. He put a hand under her to fondle her ass, and with the other hand he extended his fingers to massage her stiff clit. She gasped again at the touch, and her hips bucked upwards. This caused the prick inside her to make itself known again with a flash of pure lust.
Chelsea shut her eyes tightly, trying to block it out, to block it all out. But there in the distant darkness she sensed that formless shape once more, approaching slowly, almost cautiously. It frightened her. She didn't know what it meant, and it frightened her. Or did she know, and it was that knowledge that was truly terrifying her. IN desperation she opened her eyes again, only to look up at the three boys, fondling her, fucking her, using her like a sex toy without feelings or rights or deserving of any consideration.
The cock delved deep into her again in another quick stroke, and she exhaled quickly. The teasing fingers at her clit caused a buzzing in her head. She felt her cheeks flush once more, a burning, growing shame as they looked knowingly down on her. And as she looked back at them, the buzzing grew more intense. Her back was arching, and she was alternatingly thrusting her breasts up to Tony and Jason, and then her pussy up to Tommy.
She shut her eyes desperately again, and was shocked to find how quickly that shape had descended upon her. It was nearly here now, ready to envelope her, engulf her, fill the void left by the destruction, by the abandonment, of her childhood innocence. She cried out, trying to keep it away, but it was closer than ever now. She couldn't get away.
Again she flung open her eyes in desperation, the only escape, the harsh light of the basement, the sight of the leering boys using her body as they wished, was no comfort. She saw Tommy's face screwing up, his eyes closing as his cock filled her time and again, sliding into her pussy that rewarded its entrance by clutching tightly to the hot shaft it surrounded. It jumped inside her hard, making her gasp yet again. He rolled her hard, wet clit in his fingers, just as his brothers did to her pink nipples. She whimpered and trembled. She could feel the shapeless thing upon her now, even with her eyes open. She tried to fathom what was happening to her, but it was no use.
Tommy shoved his hips forward, lunging into, and Chelsea received him with a tiny cry of horrible pleasure. Then he grunted, and she felt his cock jump again inside her, so deep inside her, and then his hot come boiled out, wave upon wave with the lurching of his cock as he groaned in satisfaction, filling her pussy with his semen. She couldn't help it. She closed her eyes, not ready to face what awaited her in the darkness but knowing now that she could not escape it.
It was there, all around her, a hair's breadth away. It was ready to take her, and this time would not be denied. She felt Tommy, spent and gasping, pull out of her, and she wailed out in desperation. "NNNNOOOooooo!" But he did not return. Moreover, the fingers left her nipples and clit. She was alone now, all alone with the terrifying thing confronting her, near enough to feel its warmth on her naked flesh.
Her eyes snapped open again. She looked up at them. They looked down upon her, grinning knowingly. It had taken her. Whatever it was, it was a part of her now, she knew it. And then it made itself fully known. There, in front of them all, hanging helpless and naked, exposed beyond her imagination, it took her powerfully, and she could not stop it. She shook in her bonds, her hands clenching and unclenching. She thrust her hips up and down lewdly, her little pussy opened and closed rapidly as she watched it. Moisture ran from it down toward her belly button. She gasped in short, spastic gasps and twisted her body, unmindful of the pain she caused herself.
Then, at last, she felt it leave her. No, not leave her. She knew it was a part of her now, and she would never be free of it. She wasn't even sure she wanted to be. But it had at least receded, leaving her a sweating, gasping, shell of what she had been only an hour ago, let alone a day ago. She hung limp, beyond the ability to plead for mercy, beyond even the ability to feel ashamed at her nakedness.
The boys hauled her down to the floor and released her legs from the spreader bar. She cried out as her joints protested at being moved. It was sheer agony. But to her dim horror, they weren't through with her yet. The tied short pieces of rope between the ankle cuffs and the spreader bar. It allowed more movement and was less painful, but it was hardly comfortable. Ignoring her pleas, they also locked her hands behind her back. Then once more she was pulled up into the air, and Tony move a sawhorse under her body. When she was lowered again, it was with her pussy directly on the narrow top of the horse, supporting all of her weight, with no way at all to relieve herself of the growing agony. The boys took a moment to admire the picture of her there, then turned as one to the stairs, turning off the light behind them and leaving in their wake the pitiful cries of a changed little gir