Whipped and Raped

by Max Sharkey

  “Thank God! It’s over!” she exclaimed as she wiped Mindy’s cunt-juice from her mouth and face.

  “Honey! We haven’t hardly got started yet,” said Bertram Havermeyer. “You’ve got a long night in front of you, my little cunt! Malcolm will make sure of that. Ain’t that right, Malcolm, old buddy?”

  “Sure as shit!” Malcolm said. He stood towering over Sally’s supine, naked body. His prick and balls formed a huge bulge in his tight-fitting leather pants. He leered at Sally with a look that frightened the poor, abused eighteen-year-old redhead. Malcolm’s face was a mask of unbridled lust and seething passion. He looked dazed, his eyes glazed over, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths. He reminded Sally of a bull who was preparing to tear a matador to pieces with his horns.

  “Well, boss,” Malcolm Reams said to Bertram Havermeyer, “What do you think? I’m ready to fuck her tight little virgin asshole. If is okay by you?”

  “No time like the present, good buddy!” Bertram exclaimed with a toothy grin. “But I think you’d better grease up your prick with some Vaseline before you try to enter her asshole. She’s gonna have a tough enough time taking your big prick up her ass, even if you are greased up.”

  “Yeah!” the brunette bitch added. “Shit, she had a hard enough time handling my finger in her asshole. Imagine how she’ll respond to the feel of Malcolm’s mammoth prick reaming out her asshole! Shit! This bitch is about to learn the meaning of pain.” Then turning towards Sally, she said, “You’re about to get it now, you fucking wench! When Malcolm ass-fucks a woman, believe you me, she doesn’t forget it! You will never forget it! In fact, he’s liable to split your ass in two with his prick. You’ll be lucky if you come out of this scene alive, bitch!” The brunette grinned lewdly and licked her lips with her tongue. She tapped her foot on the floor and anxiously awaited for the ass-fucking to begin.

  Bertram Havermeyer changed the lens on his motion picture camera and placed it on a tripod. He aimed the camera toward Sally who lay on the floor weeping and moaning. The young girl eyed her antagonists and she didn’t like what she saw. Their cold eyes were devoid of any sense of pity or empathy. Their faces were as cold as ice. They looked evil, wicked, depraved. Bertram methodically adjusted his camera. Mindy sat down in a chair, propped her feet up on a stool and lit a cigarette. Malcolm Reams stared straight at Sally, looking at her with his glazed eyes, looking at her with what Sally could only describe as animal eyes. He looked like an animal in heat, a crazed bull, ready to attack, prepared to wreak vengeance upon her frail, youthful body.

  Good God! she thought. These people were sex maniacs – depraved sex maniacs! How could they even consider the idea of Malcolm fucking her asshole? It made no sense at all. His prick was a foot long when it was hard. And it was easily three inches thick. Her tiny asshole could never accommodate his mammoth cock. The very idea was absurd! Preposterous! Absolutely ridiculous! If he did try to ass-fuck her, she would surely be killed, impaled on his giant prick! And even if she somehow managed to live through the ordeal, the pain would be so intense, so horrible, that she would never be able to endure the suffering. She would go mad! She would be driven insane by these three debauched people! Sally’s very life was on the line and she knew it. She had to at least try to escape!

  Malcolm Reams pulled his leather trousers off and walked over to where Mindy sat in the corner. “You got any Vaseline?” he asked the wicked brunette.

  “Does a bear shit in the woods?” Mindy replied with a snicker. She reached into her purse and produced a jar of Vaseline. “Here you go!” she exclaimed as she handed the jar of Vaseline to Malcolm Reams. “Use it in good health, honey.” She broke out in laughter and leered at Sally, who had pulled herself onto her knees. To Sally, she said, “You’re lucky, bitch. If Malcolm fucked your virgin asshole bareback, you’d be in real trouble. As it is, you might not be able to take it even with his cock all greased up.”

  Sally couldn’t believe what she was hearing! These people were mad! She had to get out of there, and she decided to make an attempt to flee.

  “Fuck you all, you demented creeps!” she shouted as she suddenly rose to her feet and dashed toward the door. Malcolm was busy rubbing Vaseline on his lengthy cock and Mindy was relaxing in the corner, so she sped past them with no problem. The only one who stood between her and the door to freedom was Bertram Havermeyer, who was fussing with his camera, making adjustments and focusing the lens which he had just changed.

  “Stop her!” Malcolm shouted.

  “Don’t let her get out of here!” Mindy shrieked. “She’ll head straight for the cops!”

  Bertram Havermeyer reached out and grabbed her by the arm, but she shook him off and kicked him right in the balls. He fell to the floor, clutching his aching balls, wincing in severe pain and unable to pursue her as she dashed through the door.

  She raced across the living room floor. Her entire body ached from the torture that she had undergone and her cunt hurt so badly that it slowed her movement. Still, she ran toward the front door. She had a good head start, and she knew that if she could only make it out the front door, she would be safe. Bertram Havermeyer would never catch her. She knew that for sure. She had executed a perfect place – kick right between his legs, and she heard him go down and hit the floor. Mindy was exhausted from the cunt-sucking that she had received from Sally. So she wasn’t worded about that bitch catching her. The only one who could catch her was Malcolm Reams. But Malcolm was taken totally by surprise when she made her move to flee the condominium, and he was such a big, hulking man that he no doubt moved slowly. She knew that she could beat the big man in a footrace any time, even with her muscles and pussy aching so badly. She crossed the living room floor, trying desperately to make it to the front door – to freedom! Then her aching cunt seemed to grab her, to stop her in her tracks. She stumbled and fell to the floor. Sally pulled herself to her feet and moved haltingly toward the front door. Her hand gripped the doorknob. She began to turn it. Finally, she would escape! she thought with jubilation.

  “Hold it right there, cunt!” came the familiar voice of Malcolm Reams. His voice was harsh and threatening.

  Sally felt fear welling up inside of her. Her spine shivered at the sound of Malcolm’s cruel voice. But she did not turn around to face him. The next time I face that bastard, she thought, will be on the witness stand in a courtroom. When Malcolm and Bertram and Mindy would be on trial for raping and torturing her. She opened the door about a half a foot when the heavy black leather lash raked across her bare ass-cheeks.

  “Close that fucking door, cunt!” Malcolm shouted harshly.

  “Fuck you!” she shrieked. But before she had a chance to open the door wide enough to make her escape, the whip slashed across her shoulders and ass-cheeks. She flinched and fell to the floor. The pain was unbearable. She turned and looked at Malcolm. He stood on the other side of the room, his powerful muscles rippling; his body looked awesome. Malcolm’s huge prick was as hard as a rock. He had a glistening hard-on. The entire length of his prick was lubricated with Vaseline. In his hand he held a long, wicked bullwhip.

  “Close that door!” he repeated, and he punctuated his command with a slashing whip stroke. The braided tip of the bullwhip struck Sally’s nipple and raked across her bare belly.

  “Owwww!” she screamed as she groveled about on the floor. “Please, don’t do that! I beg of you!”

  Malcolm paid no attention to her pathetic pleas for mercy. He lashed her again, this time wielding the bullwhip in an expert whip-stroke that left the wretched young girl wrapped up in the whip, virtually held in bondage by the whip that coiled about her tormented body.

  Malcolm strode forward, a lascivious smile pasted to his face. He kicked the door shut, then turned and kicked Sally in the ass. “You fucking stupid cunt!” he shouted. “What a dumb thing to do. Now you’re really gonna get it. If Bertram’s badly hurt, he’ll give it to you good, bitch. Shit! You’ll be lucky if
you get out of this alive. Now, up on your knees and lick my cock.”

  8

  Tears streamed down Sally’s face, but Malcolm Reams didn’t care in the least. He stood towering over her, his massive prick pointing skyward and glistening with Vaseline.

  “Lick my cock, bitch!” he commanded harshly. Sally had no choice but to obey his lewd demand. She gripped his throbbing hard-on in her hand and drew his prick to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked tenderly at the base of his giant cock. She was doing her best to please the brutal, domineering man. But her best simply wasn’t enough.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Sally’s head rang from the hard, punishing slaps that Malcolm Reams meted out to her. She wept, but her tormentor paid no attention.

  “Lick the tip of my cock, you stupid cunt!” he shouted. “Christ! When are you gonna learn to pay attention? You really are a dumb shit!”

  Malcolm’s words rang true. Only a stupid shit would get trapped into such a debauched, depraved scene. Sally felt like a real fool. As her tongue bathed the tip of his bulbous cock-knob, his prick throbbed and grew in size. His cock was so large that it frightened the hell out of Sally. She lapped at his growing cock, and watched his prick-tip fill with hot blood. Malcolm was a horny stud, that was for sure. She only hoped that she could lap his cock until he came. Then she wouldn’t be forced to endure the ordeal of a powerful fucking.

  “Okay, my little cunt! Down on the floor, on your stomach!” Malcolm demanded.

  “B-but, why?”

  “Don’t bother me with stupid questions, bitch,” Malcolm said. “Just do what I said.”

  Sally hastened to obey, stretching out on the floor, her firm, ripe ass-cheeks thrust upward. She whimpered in degradation. Such a humiliating situation! she thought.

  Malcolm Reams knelt between her legs and gripped her tender thighs. He spread her thighs apart.

  “Now for some real fun!” Malcolm exclaimed. His voice was higher pitched than usual. Sally could tell that he was planning to do something terrible to her. She knew that he wasn’t going to whip her. He had thrown the whip down. Probably he was planning to fuck her from behind-doggie style. She could handle being fucked again. Hell, she had been fucked by both Malcolm and Bertram in the past two hours. And she had been forced to suck Sally’s pussy. God! What a disgusting thought! She was definitely not prepared for Malcolm’s next comment.

  “Such nice ass-cheeks, and such a lovely virgin asshole, just ripe for fucking,” Malcolm said, unable to disguise his enthusiasm. “Yeah, I’m gonna stick mw big prick right up your little asshole, you cunt. You’ll hate it at first, but then you’ll learn to love it. You just wait and see. You’ll love getting ass-fucked by Malcolm Reams. He’s the best ass-fucker in the business, darling.”

  Sally was appalled. Malcolm really meant what he said. He was going to stick his cock up her asshole. That was impossible. It was difficult enough accommodating his big prick in her tight, wet pussy. But, her asshole! That was impossible, a physical impossibility. Surely, he would damage her, split her in two, and even kill her with his cock. She cringed in fearful anticipation. What would it be like to have her tiny asshole impaled by a giant prick? One thing was sure. It would hurt like hell!

  “Spread those legs wide, cunt!” Malcolm commanded.

  She meekly obeyed.

  “Yeah, look at that nice ripe asshole! Damn! This is gonna be great!” Malcolm bellowed.

  Sally shivered and shook with fear and anxiety. Malcolm tried to console her. “Listen; I know this isn’t gonna be easy for you, the first ass-fucking never is easy. But tell you what I’ll do. I’ll slip my finger in your asshole first. That’ll give you a chance to get used to the feeling. Shit! I’ll even put a little Vaseline on my finger.”

  “Gee, thanks a lot,” Sally said sarcastically.

  Malcolm rubbed his forefinger over his greased up prick. Without warning, be slid his finger into her tightly clenched asshole, penetrating deeply into her tender ass-channel.

  “Owwww! Good God!” she cried. “It hurts! Please, take your finger out of my asshole! It hurts terribly!”

  “Tough shit!” Malcolm snorted. He wriggled his finger about inside of her tight, puckered asshole, savoring the power that he held over the poor eighteen-year-old beauty. “You think this buns, wait till you feel my prick ramming deep into your asshole! Then, you’ll know the real meaning of pain, bitch!”

  “Please, don’t do that, Malcolm! I beg of you!”

  “Fuck off, cunt!” he snarled. With that, he thrust his muscular body forward, holding his prick in his hand, guiding his cock-knob toward its target – Sally’s asshole!

  “No!” she wailed as she felt the tip of his bloated cock-knob pressing into her puckered asshole. His prick would never fit her asshole, she thought. Never in a million years could his enormous cock-stand fit in her, asshole. She winced in pain, her face contorted, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she felt Malcolm’s prick burrowing into her puckered asshole. Every muscle in her body was stiff, aching and rigid. That only made matters worse.

  “Try to relax your muscles, especially the ones in your asshole. That’s the way to do it. It’ll hurt like hell at first, but it won’t hurt so bad if you can relax a bit.” Sally was surprised that Malcolm could be so helpful. She had thought of him as a sadistic bastard. And he was a mean, nasty sex maniac. But, still, she was grateful that he was giving her instructions on how to ease the inevitable pain that she was about to experience.

  She felt Malcolm’s prick sliding through her protective layer of sphincter muscles and she felt his prick-tip worming its way into her asshole. It hurt! It hurt real bad! But she did what he told her. She tried to relax, and it seemed to help a bit.

  “Here we go!” Malcolm exclaimed in a throaty voice. Then he thrust his pelvis forward and rammed his turgid cock-stand deep into her narrow ass-channel. “Aaahhh!” he shouted as he impaled her asshole on his cock.

  Sally was speechless. She whimpered, but she was too weak and too much in pain to mutter so much as a single word. His prick rammed into her tiny asshole, causing her terrible agony. She had, never felt such intense pain in her entire life. It was unbelievable! My God! she thought. This is so awful. At this very moment, Sally wished that someone would put a bullet through her brain and end her misery. His giant prick was torturing her, and she wasn’t sure that she could stand it. Her asshole felt like it was being ripped apart.

  “You’re doing real good so far,” Malcolm commented.

  His voice was husky now and he was breathing deeply, his chest heaving as he began to move into a rhythm of fucking. Moving forward, his prick slid deep into her asshole. Then moving backward, his mammoth, hard cock almost slipped out of her asshole. “Just relax, bitch! I’m trying to make it easy on you.”

  His big prick rammed deep and hard into her steaming asshole. “Ummpphhhh!” Malcolm grunted as he rammed his hard prick into her aching asshole. He spread her ass-cheeks apart with his powerful bands, trying to open her asshole wider so that he could thrust his cock in deeper. “Damn! What a tight asshole, Sally. Shit! This is great ass-fucking! Don’t you love it?”

  “I hate it!” she blurted tearfully. “It-it’s disgusting! Unnatural! Perverted! I loathe you!”

  “Ha! Ha!” Malcolm laughed. “You may not like getting ass-fucked right now, but before long, you’ll be begging me for more. You just wait and see. You won’t be able to get enough!”

  That was preposterous! Sally thought as she writhed about in agony beneath the big, muscular man. The linings of her tender, aching asshole began to stretch. Although the pain continued to feel excruciating, it was becoming much less bothersome. In fact, she thought, it seemed as though the pain in her tight asshole dissipated with every cock-thrust. She followed Malcolm’s earlier instructions and concentrated on easing the tension in her sphincter muscles. Sure enough, it worked. The pain began to subside. She realized with mixed emotions th
at Malcolm was correct in his other prediction. She was actually beginning to enjoy the ass-fucking.

  “Unnhhhhh! Yeah! Damn hot asshole! Tight as a tunnel! Love it! Love ass-raping a virgin asshole! There just ain’t nothing like it.”

  “Unnhhhhh!” Sally moaned. But the sound that she emitted was not a moan of pain, but a moan of erotic delight. She sighed with pleasure as she reveled in the exotic feeling of Malcolm’s huge, stiff prick reaming out her tight asshole. “Ohhhhh, Malcolm,” she cooed. “This… this feels kind of good.”

  “What did I tell you, Sally,” Malcolm said with an air of immense self-satisfaction. He was no dummy. He told her that she’d learn to love ass-fucking. And it didn’t take the lovely young redhead very long to learn, either. Of course, he thought, she had the best teacher in the world. If anybody knew how to turn a girl on to ass-fucking, it was him, Malcolm Reams! He slammed forward, his prick slicing along the walls of her ass-channel, sending a wave of strange, sexy, wanton sensation coursing through her asshole, her wet cunt, and her befuddled brain.

  Good Lord! she thought. Her clit was throbbing and her cunt was soaking wet with pussy-juice. His prick was buried to the hilt in her asshole, and a weird sensation of mixed feelings, as pleasure welled up inside of her. She was my confused, but she shrugged it off. This was no time to reason why, she thought. This was the time to do it, go with the flow, enjoying the ass-fucking getting off on the wondrous untold passion that overwhelmed her.