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   Beat-up Day, ch 1-2

   Written by Singledad



   Chapter 1



   Beat up day.  I s'pose it sounds frightening, or cruel, but I was used
to it, even looked forward to it in an odd way.  It would happen regularly,
but not often, usually two weeks in between, because the damage to me would
have to heal, he would tell me two days ahead when I would be off school,
and he and some of his friends, the Circle he called them, would gather. 
It would be a full day, time-tabled like it was a function, with breaks for
refreshments and lunch and stuff. It started after mum died, I suppose I
was around six yaers old then, and it used to terrify me, course it wasn't
so extreme in those days but as I got used to it, it got progressively more
tough.  I knew it was something dad needed, I didn't know why, but the
addition of his friends was a new twist.



   It sounds odd when I say he wasn't cruel to me, of course he did whip
and torture and beat me, but he wasn't unkind, and he always said that it
wasn't punishment for any thing I'd done wrong, because I was a good girl,
and in a twisted kinda way that made it better, he would do one session and
talk to me nice, ask me how I was, before he started the next, he'd never
swear or curse at me and he wouldn't call me nasty names like in the
stories I sometimes read, the man calls her bitch and whore, well Daddy
never did that.  I suppose that's why I got to like it, dad was never sexy
with me, well, not while he was beating me up, his other friends would
enjoy that stuff, the rule was that they could do it with me in private if
they wished, but they all seemed to prefer that they were all present, it
made them more sexy apparently, they could 'do' me although not in the
front, they could cum on me, pee on me, and once some of them crapped on
me, that was when Reg and Paula were there, they are very good friends of
daddy, they go way back, 'fore I was born.  They are very weird, but very
nice they have some really kinky tastes, and they both seem to share what
they get off on, I don't really mind that they love dirty games because
they're fun and they give me treats, they are really very rich I think.



   I would have at least three days off after beat up day, when I would be
brought food and drinks or whatever I wanted, treated like a princess for a
few days if beat up day has been extreme, it would be more like a week, dad
had a friend, one of the beat up circle who was actually a doctor, he was
sometimes needed to patch up some of the worst damage, funnily some of it
he actually caused, and of course being a doctor he could do some really
wierd things to cause pain and know how far to go, I liked it when he was
there I felt safe.  Well he would supply stuff you couldn't get in the
chemist, like anaesthetic, sometimes antbio - something or other, strong
pain killers, and viagra, (that makes the men stay up longer.) He is really
nice, he makes me feel better, and he could get me really sexed up, not so
much now I was twelve, I was a bit too old to turn him on these days, he's
the one that often gets a little girl in, or more than one sometimes, he
helps out at some adoption charity, and he says that he wants to get me to
train up a little one, that sounds exciting.



   Tuesday, dad informed me was the next beat up day, my tummy got that
usual churny feeling, a bit of excitement and a bit of fear.  It had been
about ten days since the last time, but that hadn't been a very extreme
session, sometimes they weren't, but I knew that if one was easy the next
one would be quite severe.



   I would need to make sure everything was prepared, I needed to check my
wardrobe, almost without exception it would be school uniform, not always
the type that we wear these days, but the sort that they remembered, a bit
old fashioned, grey or plaid pleated skirt or pinafore, white knee socks
and strap sandals, crisp white blouse school tie and a blazer, I would wear
juvenile undies too, usually white cotton knickers, or sometimes navy blue,
sometimes too tight sometimes a bit baggy, I have no breasts, well, nothing
to speak of, they do like my puffy nipples though, so I had to wear a vest,
I had many sets of this kind of uniform as most times one or even two sets
of uniform doesn't survive beat-up day in tact.  I had several pairs of
shorts, some cottony summer ones with wide legs so they could see up, some
extremely tight ones that showed what Arnold called my cameltoe, that
always makes me giggle.  There was quite a wardrobe, but not much
variation, they didn't like me in posh or grown up clothes, certainly no
flimsy or sexy undies and definitely no makeup, they sometimes liked jeans,
they liked the way they looked when I peed myself in them, mostly I did
that when I was getting a good beating, I was told not to have a wee first,
then I would let go in the middle, I couldn't help it, but they liked that
also, I think one of the tablets they gave me must make me wee more than
usual,



   The room we used was at the back of the house, it was made for the job
the carpet was washable, there were comfortable chairs in a circle around a
sunken area , there was a drain plug for liquids and the like in the sunken
area, and the carpet could be taken out of that area only, the room had a
lighting console that made the lights go in any combination they wanted,
there was a floor to ceiling cupboard with 'toys' as dad called them, they
were actually tools and other implements, that always got my tummy going
when I saw them although they didn't use all of them I 'spect if they had I
would have been damaged beyond repair.



   I checked the cupboard and straightened up the implements, as I touched
them I could sense how they would feel on me it made me shiver, not in an
all bad way, just a bit, apprehensive.  I hoped that they wouldn't go heavy
on certain parts of me which were still a bit tender from last session. 
The room had a small room off it that was a store for equipment, benches,
sawhorses, things to tie me to, the room had a washing facility and a bed
in case I couldn't be moved safely after a wild session.



   Tuesday came and I opened the door to the guests.  Reg and Paula were
there so I knew I would be dirty before the day was over.  Arnold was next
to arrive, he was a strange one, well I s'pose they all were, people who
get turned on by seeing a child beaten up must be kinda weird, but I was
pleased to oblige.  Arnold was very intense, but quite pleasant, 'a right
charmer' my dad called him, he would be one I think I wouldn't like to be
one to one with.  Jane and Caroline turned up next, dad called them 'the
odd couple' they were lesbians, Caroline was around forty years old, and
Jane, was I suppose around twenty, she was a submissive, they were OK , I
liked being beaten by them they didn't do it too hard but they seemed to
get such pleasure from it.



   Colin and Fred came next I think they might have been gay, but it was
never said and they didn't do any gay stuff, Colin was a big guy, his dick
was massive, and he could hit very hard, he always hurt me most of
everyone.



   That was seven, I thought there would be more, the doorbell went and
Charlie entered, he was fun, a very jolly black man, twinkling eyes and a
big grin, this time he came in with four black friends I'd not seen before,
and my mind raced on to how much damage they would be able to inflict on me
with them was a black lady with a pushchair containing a toddler and hand
in hand with a sullen looking five year old girl, they went through and the
woman put the brake on the pushchair and parked it and told the little girl
to sit



   "Now you be good Maria, and do what the nice people tell you, an' look
after Delores"



   the child nodded.  Then she turned to one of the men



   "I'm going to my sisters for the rest of the day, I'd like them back you
know, as intact as possible, I know what you're like when you get going,
and please." she emphasised "no damn broke bones again"



   The woman left and my dad greeted them he had arranged with Charlie that
the friends would be allowed to come, and anyway they had probably paid a
lot to be there.



   Dad said that I should go and get ready,



   "school uniform number two today I think, we need a very innocent look,
loose knickers too, these black guys are a bit rough, get at least two
DF118 painkillers down you"



   he finished off, my tummy did a summersault, this was one beat up day I
would take some time to recover, I was really excited about the pain at the
same time really scared, funny, isn't it?  Pain is something unpleasant but
as you get into it, and it turns you on you seem to enjoy it and want more
of it.



   Dad said that they would be enjoying the little ones that Charlie and
the woman had brought with them,



   "you can help if you want but there will be lots of crying and some
screaming I don't want you to get distressed"



   I replied that I would be fine and that the crying and screaming would
probably turn me on more.



   "you really are a joy to me" he said, "you're more than a daddy could
ever want, and I love you"



   that was a nice touch, especially as I enjoyed it all so much.







   Chapter 2



   the music was playing low and the lights were up quite bright I knew
that was because they would want to watch the proceedings very closely, it
was quite early, about mid morning, when we got started, they needed the
whole day to develop what they had in mind and give me some rest and
recuperation breaks, and it would go on late into the night.  At previous
all-day sessions dad would come to me in the breaks asking me how sore I
was, not to stop the proceedings, he never would, well unless my life was
threatened, but just out of interest, he said once that if I said I was
hurting real bad, it would just make him enjoy the next treatment more, I
accepted that OK.



   I entered the room, to applause they were always respectful, they, and I
was also aware that this was not a show, as such, because I wouldn't be
acting, the violence was real.  Dad announced me and welcomed the guests,
and their guests, the pain killers were just kicking in, they always made
me a bit light headed, I don't know if they made the pain less, I suppose
its hard to tell.



   "Charlie's friends are going to start the proceedings!"



   Dad said with a real tremor in his voice, whether it was anticipation or
fear for me I don't know, he was always a bit worried with new people who
were unknown to him,in case the beatings went too far, that would mean
permanent damage I suppose.



   "They have always wanted to beat up a defenceless schoolgirl" he added
"And these are real powerful guys, I have told them they can be as rough
and hit as hard as they can"



   the gathered company were obviously getting excited at the prospect of
seeing me damaged, and I must admit I was getting that excitement of fear
in my tummy too.



   The big black guys stepped forward, and dad sat down to enjoy



   "Hello little one"



   the really big guy said



   "You OK with me hurtin' you real good"



   I nodded sheepishly as he grabbed my hair which was in bunches and
smacked me square on one cheek then rapidly on the other, he struck quite
hard and some blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I reeled back
from the force of the blows, he forced me back onto the table and struck me
with a fist, using it like a hammer on my nose, he was telling everyone
that this was the way to make the best black eyes, my nose was bleeding
now, quite freely. The other two stepped forward, the original guy held my
shoulders, the other one pulled my pleated skirt up, my bright white
knickers came into view, as the other guy started to punch my cunt as he
called it I usually prefer the word pussy or even twat.  He did it slow and
hard, deliberately opening my legs so the blows could fall on my perineum.



   Oh it did hurt and I began to cry, I might enjoy it overall, but it
still makes me cry, the guy must have punched me there forty or fifty
times, I could feel it getting sore and bruised, it's a bummer when they
hurt my pussy so early in the day because I know that there is a lot more
damage treatment it has to go through yet today.  They stopped for a
breather and one of them took his belt off, I remember thinking is he going
to fuck me or beat me, I should have known better I doubt these guys were
going to fuck me when there was so much pain they could inflict, that was
their thing, they had their missus' at home to fuck.



   I was always surprised that most pain inflictors liked to do so on a
clothed girl, usually partially clothed but these guys hadn't taken any of
my clothes off yet, Don, who was the big guy told the others to hold me
down on the table and pull my skirt way up so my tummy, or belly as he
called it was on show, as they gripped me, the other one pulled my skirt up
way high, nearly to my chest, they whistled at what they saw, the
recovering damage from ten days ago, there were fading, yellowing bruises,
but there were also thin criss-crossed whip marks, particularly livid where
the strokes had crossed numerous times, it was still a bit sore and I
wasn't best pleased when I realised that I was going to get a beating there
all over again, also I expected with the size of the guy that he would cut
me too, that would make the pissing, that I knew would come later sting so
badly, I could feel the dull ache in my pussy from the punching as Don
started to beat me with the belt.



   The first strike hurt like bugger, I took a sharp intake of breath as
the second one fell on the same place,



   "Watch this guys"



   Don said to his mates, and he leaned over backwards, the belt lay flat
on the floor behind him and with every ounce of strength he brought the
belt around in an arc following through with his whole body weight, the
blow fell on my lower abdomen, on top of my knickers, it sounded like a
pistol shot, I felt it thud to its mark, it was as if a fire had been lit
on my tummy, it seemed to feel like it had rearranged my insides, like it
had damaged something, I tried to remember anatomy at school, was it my
bladder or some organ, well I lost control and pissed myself, at that
point, the pain of that one blow was so extreme.



   "Hey good one Don that must've hurt the kid real bad" he said with a
lilt in his voice, "pull her panties down lets see the damage" Don said
breathlessley, the other guy eased the knickers down and they gasped at the
mark, it hadn't broken the skin, but its force had caused a blood blister,
that was because of the protection of my knickers.  He pulled the knickers
down an off and pushed the pissed in garment into my mouth,



   "Well girlie" he said



   "We'll try some more like that without these panties"



   my eyes were wide and I really feared those blows, he muttered that this
was all he would do in his turn as he wanted to introduce the little ones
to some fun, I kind of thought that I would be getting off lightly, I saw
most of the watching company were masturbating.



   I watched as Don bent backwards again like the last blow, I braced
myself, this was going to hurt, the blow when it came seemed less than last
time, the broad leather slapped about a half inch lower than the previous
blow, it was a second or two after it struck that a fierce fiery pain
spread through my lower body, I screamed through the wet material of my
knickers, he snickered and brought the belt down twice quickly over my poor
sore pussy, the second flicked my clitoris out of its hood, I groaned that
stupid thing has let me down, it was getting excited and stood up proud,
and it was going to get pounded.



   The blows, albeit less powerful were coming steadily, many of them
catching my clit painfully and the whole of my tummy abdomen and pussy was
starting to gain a glowing red colour, and blue bruising where many blows
crossed, I was beginning to realise that he was tenderising me for some
more of those massive blows, and when they came on my tender parts it would
smart.  He gave the belt to another guy who took over the steady hits,
warning him not to break the skin, because, he said menacingly, that he
intended to draw some blood himself when I was good and ready.  The
slapping of the belt went on for a full twenty minutes, over and over, each
of the men taking turns, the skin from tummy down to pussy was vivid
flaming red.



   "OK boys"



   Don said eventually



   "You done a nice job readying her up"



   he kneeled close to my head and whispered to me



   "Ready for some pain girly, you won't believe how hard I can hit, you're
gonna bleed"



   that, if anything, was more terrifying than the actual beating.  He was
adding drama to the proceedings and the audience were lapping it up.  He
announced that he would hit me ten times with the belt and ten times with
buckle end, I winced at what that would do to my skin.



   The guy leaned back like before, he laid the belts' length on the ground
behind him, I was trembling, it seemed like slow motion as his body
straightened up, and the belt left the floor, I could hear the whistle as
it sped through the air, it landed full square high on my tummy almost on
my chest, the pain was instant and unbelievable, the loud smack
reverberated around the room, it took me a moment to get my breath back,
this pain was a bit beyond enjoyable, it hurt more than it pleased and I
was a bit frightened, I knew from experience that dad never stopped anyone,
the beatings would go on whatever, well my skin was broken, and it was only
the first of twenty, I feared that I would not make the other festivities
of the day, this man was so powerful.



   Don brought the strap down eight more times all seemingly as powerful as
the first, then I lost consciousness, my blood was pooling on my tummy and
each stroke sent a shower of it into the air, Don himself was splattered
with it, apparently he was about to hit me again when dad reminded him that
we don't strike anyone when they were unconscious, but he deftly reversed
the belt and brought it down buckle end, hard on my pussy, it was a
fortunate thing that I had passed out, the belt buckle bit into my soft
sex, and apparently a bit of my pussy lip even detached and flew into the
air, that's when dad and Charlie stopped it, he would have finished me had
he gone on, they restrained him and brought him back from his frenzy, they
persuaded him that he should calm down and save it for what he was going to
do to the little children, or he could leave.



   He did stop but he wasn't happy, I was laid on the bed in the small room
next door, the doctor wiped all the blood off, and applied cream, a special
cream that had an astringent in it which helped to staunch blood, but I was
out for an hour.



   The pain just goes on in the next part...





   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.