Kerry’s second video required more active participation on her part than the previous shoot. The boys forced her to ride Adam cowgirl-style on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her back, grinding up and down on his hard shaft while Spencer and Roger struck her tits with leather whips. The studio’s bondage gear cabinet seemed bottomless and every time the boys visited it they brought back some new implement of torture that Kerry had yet to experience. She preferred the whips to the belt from yesterday however, and Adam’s dick enjoyed the benefits of the pretty teenage girl’s intensifying arousal in response to this new and brutal yet tolerable pain.
Kerry’s tits were covered in bright red welts and deep blue bruises by the time Adam blew his load into her bright pink gushing young pussy. She had already climaxed three times. Adam pulled out, pushed her off of him and left her huddled on the ground, panting and gasping for air. Before she could catch her breath Roger forced his cock into her mouth. He was bigger than Adam, longer and more girthsome and not nearly as sensitive. She spent twenty minutes on the ground sucking him off before he pulled his cock out, saving his orgasm for some uncertain point in the future.
The boys turned off their cameras and convened to debate whatever further actions they could undertake to increase their slave’s suffering. Kerry heard the word “suspension” and found herself overwhelmed with a new kind of dread.
Hector Valeras whistled as he thumbed through the newspaper, ice melting in the glass of vodka and orange juice that lay on the table at his side. He had been sleeping in lately, usually beginning his day with the assistance of a drink at half past noon. He used to have his girl wake him every morning at 7 AM with a blow job. He rubbed his temples every time he thought of her, head throbbing in protest of his efforts to acknowledge that the girl was really gone.
The county’s most prolific pornographer, Hector owned a single fully-fledged studio and a handful of shady lots dedicated to the production of fake “amateur” porn. He took great pride in his work, taking every effort to make his amateur films convincing and his “professional” films marketable. But his heart wasn’t the reliable machine that it used to be, and his abstinence in recent months from cocaine and amphetamine had severely diminished his ability to party and socialize with his colleagues in the adult entertainment industry. For the past year he had learned to rely upon his nephew Spencer to introduce him to girls. He put the eighteen year olds to work right away and groomed the underage ones to begin work as soon as it became legal. Spencer always found the most beautiful, cooperative and submissive girls Hector could ever hope to work with.
When Spencer asked to borrow the keys to the old bondage film trailer, Hector complied without hesitation. Hector knew that Spencer had a future in the industry and that this would require that he be allowed to pursue his activities with minimal questioning. As long as Hector took care to ensure that none of Spencer’s independent forays into the world of filmmaking could be traced back to their family, he didn’t care what went on inside the trailer. He only hoped that Spencer wasn’t gay, though he conceded that it was none of his business.
Bright red stripes covered every inch of Kerry’s torso and upper legs, red welts streaked across her naked tits, thighs, crotch, lower back and buttocks. A sprig of peeled ginger root protruded from her ass and the flesh of her ass and thighs quivered as she twitched in response to the burning sensation in her rear. She was dangling by her wrists from the ceiling, her hands pinned together with cuffs held aloft on a steel hook. Her wrists were numb as the cuffs bit into her flesh and cut off the blood flow to her hands. Her elbows and shoulders ached and the muscles in her arms were burning. Her eyes were bright red, puffy and swollen but at this moment she could no longer cry. She was too terrified of the machine humming and pulsing between her legs.
Spencer had constructed the improvised sex toy on his own, mounting a large silicone dildo in place of the blade on a hand-held electric reciprocating saw. The result was a piston-mounted dildo specialized for the purpose of relentless mechanical fucking. Kerry was terrified when she saw it, more terrified when she saw them turn it on and more terrified still when it made her cum within fifteen seconds.
The boys took turn fucking her, occasionally withdrawing the electric tool to mount a stepladder positioned behind her, seize her petite nude handing body and give her a few rough, swift pumps with their own cocks. James lost control and clung to her, plowing her vigorously from behind for three minutes before cumming inside her. Then they gave her a break from the saw in order to whip her tits.
The whipping lasted for a full half hour as the boys’ cruel leather instruments wandered across her body, leaving deep red imprints on her ass, thighs and pussy lips. Each stroke just made Kerry wetter.
Finally the boys surveyed their work and found themselves satisfied with Kerry’s new coat of stripes. They had broken the skin in a few places, but Spencer was always careful to avoid the risk of infection. Kerry shrieked and flailed helplessly against her bonds as he rubbed salt into the lash wounds and doused them in alcohol. She barely noticed when the machine-mounted dildo re-entered her pussy, and it took another two minutes to bring her to climax once more.
Mmmmmmmmm…. ooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeessssss!! she wailed with each orgasm, her voice vibrating as the electric tool shook her tiny body.
Kerry wasn’t enjoying herself at all, but at this point sex was the best and only escape available to her. She tried her best to lose herself in it.
James was the first to grow bored after the boys drove Kerry to her third mechanically-induced orgasm. “Can we do her legs yet, Spence?”
Spencer paused as if he had just remembered something he’d been meaning to do all day.
Thus Kerry found her arms relieved of her weight as the boys shackled her ankles and spread her legs, drawing them wide apart and high into the air. Her slick, damp pussy and juice-smeared crotch and thighs were splayed wide open for examination.
The boys stroked their leather crops and belts as they smirked. James pulled a pair of used panties from a laundry bin, moist and stale from the whorish cavorting of some aspiring professional adult actress. He wadded them up and shoved them into Kerry’s open mouth before sealing it shut with duct tape. Kerry screamed and wailed into the dirty cotton filling her mouth, shaking her head wildly and thrashing against her bonds as her assailants raised their implements of punishment.
It began as a hail of sharp stings, but the pain gradually coalesced into a steady throbbing as the impact of each blow became softer and more distant. The sensations of whipping and fucking gradually began to blur together. First there were thirty lashes, all falling squarely on her pussy. Then Roger fucked her for five minutes. Then fifty more lashes. Her pussy was bright red and swollen, but still as wet as ever.
Jesus, Adam! Don’t just tear it up like that! Spencer scolded as Adam delivered a series of painfully stinging blows and Kerry whimpered. She wondered if she would be able to walk at all when they were through. She realized with resignation that they would probably make her walk five miles again in the nude just to get home. She finally found a new wellspring of tears which mingled with the wads of semen streaking her face and hair.
What, Spence? Her cunt isn’t bleeding yet.
We need that bitch for a lesbian shoot tomorrow. We only have a week before the company moves back into this trailer and we’re out on our ass. They’re doing one of those fake-ass bus movies with some bitches from out west.
So we won’t have time to get the sis- Adam stopped talking when Spencer cupped a hand over his mouth. Kerry was in too much pain to pay them any attention.
Not here, Adam. They take her v-card at the kappa party at the end of the month.
They paid yet?
Whoa, fuck yeah. Nobody touches her until the party. Highest bidder gets the cherry. Then we can do what we want with them. Incest, permanent marks, the works. But for now, no marks that won’t heal up in four weeks.
The boys observed their handiwork. Kerry was ruined. It was hard to imagine these cuts, bruises and weals healing within four weeks. But her body was more resilient and flexible than it seemed upon first glance.
The bright studio lights glimmered against her reflective, sweat-soaked skin. The marks the boys added just made her prettier, and her helpless, frustrated pout just added to her allure. Adam ripped the tape off of her mouth painfully, leaving the saliva-soaked panties wadded up between her teeth. She offered no resistance as the boys recommitted themselves to the task of abusing her mouth and vagina.
Roger buried himself in her hanging, spread-eagled body, punishing her raw and abused snatch until the two of them came nearly at the same time. Meanwhile Adam fucked her mouth, taking her pussy when Roger extricated himself. Then James fucked her mouth while she dangled uselessly, her inverted vision giving her a clear view of nothing save her assailant’s ass, perineum and balls. James came on her face before Adam pulled out of her pussy, placing his pussy-juice slickened penis inside her parched, overstretched mouth.
Spencer fucked Kerry’s wet pussy, still tight yet seemingly looser than the day before while Adam yanked her head back and forth over his dick, throttling her mercilessly and nearly spraining her neck. It took over twenty more minutes for Kerry and Adam to cum, bringing Kerry to climax yet again as they assaulted her. Finally the two pulled out and ejaculated several teaspoons of hot, salty jism onto her pretty but sweaty young face.
Say the line. Spencer commanded after allowing his cum-soaked slave just a moment of rest. Kerry turned to the camera, yet another forced smile accompanying her cum-bleached face and numb, dead eyes.
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