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Subject: {ASSM} The Club (Mf+ n/c gang rape sadism)
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Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 02:10:03 -0400
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Story attached, thank you.

		
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The Club (Mf+ n/c gang rape sadism)


The girl was herded out onto the stage and blinked her eyes at the bright
lights shining down at her.  Standing on the stage, she could see she was
at one end of a large room filled with a number of widely spaced couches,
or more like small beds, angled at one end to form a headrest, and covered
with sheets.  

What was happening on the couches disgusted her, even as the men
applauded her appearance.  Each of them was either naked or wearing only
an open robe, and all of them were accompanied by one or more young
girls who were servicing their erections, sucking them or rubbing them
with their hands while being fondled by the men.  The girls were all white
teenagers like herself, and were all naked or dressed only in lingerie.  She
could see that several of the girls had stripes across their backs and legs
from being whipped.

That was the girl's fate as well if she didn't perform, and no doubt she
would resist at first.  The stage was in a private club of ultra wealthy men,
and the girls came from a unique white slavery system guaranteed to
provide only the most innocent of victims.  Who better than dedicated
young Christians?  The talent pool was from a hacked database of
Christian youth groups, selecting for girls from 12 to 16 who were
involved in various organizations in an active way.  

The targets were grabbed from their homes using sleep aerosols to flood
the house.  It was the safest way, it eliminated chance events that could
spoil an attempt in public, and it allowed the team to leave behind a
number of clues leading toward Christian cults as suspects, making it look
like the girls ran away on their own.  Clothes and personal effects were
packed up and taken, and written materials from the cults left behind with
the girls' finger prints placed on them.  Hundreds of runaways are reported
every day, and given the limited number of girls involved in the clubs, so
far no public notice had been taken, just a lot of confused parents left
behind and one more missing persons case to toss in a file full of them.

The new performer on the stage had been in her cozy, frilly little bedroom
in a small city in the midwest just five days ago.  She had been at the club
dormitory for a few days after being shipped out, and had been given only
the briefest indoctrination.  It was more fun to let her find out her fate by
herself, the men enjoyed it more that way.  That afternoon she had been
stripped and thoroughly scrubbed, inside and out, after a lot of crying and
wailing that eventually led to her being tied up for her multiple enemas
and shaving.  The staff could have whipped her into compliance, but not
tonight, the men would expect her pearly white skin to be unmarked for
her unveiling.

She was left in a waiting room for her appearance and given back her own
clothes to wear, freshly cleaned and starched, a modest skirt and white
blouse, with knee socks and black shoes.  Before being ushered onto the
stage she suffered one last indignity, being grabbed and held by a couple
of female attendants, while a third girl lifted her skirt, pulled down her
panties and pushed a slim catheter into her piss hole, forcefully draining
her bladder dry while she cried and struggled from the pain.  When she
was done they forced her to bend over and expose her ass while the one
of the girls inserted a lubricated rod deep into her anus and rotated it
around to spread the lubricant into her tissues.  The girl pulled the rod out
when she was done and carefully wiped down the sobbing girl's crotch
with a cloth.

Now, a half hour later, she was standing on the stage being applauded
without any clear idea what was expected of her, except she knew she
would rather die than accept it.  She started to silently pray when she was
distracted by one her handlers, who walked on the stage next to her with
a microphone in her hand as the applause died down and the men settled
back to watch.

"Good evening gentlemen, allow me to present Carol, a fourteen year-old
virgin from the heartland, nice and plump, a milk-fed honey for your
entertainment."

There was another round of applause.  Carol glanced around at either side
of the stage, noticing that a girl stood at each end guarding the exits.

"Okay gentlemen, consider your bids while Carol shows you the goods." 
The girl turned off the microphone and spoke softly to Carol.  "Dance and
strip, and make it good, or you'll be punished.  No second warning."

The girl moved off to the right and stood behind the curtain, reaching up
to adjust a stereo system panel on the wall.  A soft jazz standard came out
of the speakers around Carol, and the lights that were blinding dimmed
down, leaving a spot of light circling her on the stage.  She looked to the
left and right to see her guards standing with hands on their hips watching
her.  The one with the microphone waved her hand impatiently, obviously
demanding that the girl obey her demands.

Carol just stood in the middle of the stage for a few seconds, trying to
gather her wits and decide what to do.  She could hardly believe she was
in this position, and was frozen in fear.  A couple of the men shouted
taunts at her to get moving.  Instead she decided the best thing to do was
close her eyes and pray, lifting her hands up and forming them into a tent
hugged against her breasts, imploring her god for help.  She tried to ignore
the rising torrent of whistles and insults coming from the men.

Suddenly the music shut off and the lights came up as the men cheered. 
Two of the girls moved behind a curtain and pushed a wooden contraption
onto the stage, moving the frightened girl out of the way.  It was a bench
with tie-down rings all over it, and they quickly seized Carol and pushed
her down on the bench face first, one of them holding her down while the
others grabbed her arms and tied her wrists into leather cuffs that they
clipped to rings on the bench legs.  They moved to the girl's legs,
immobilizing her thighs with a leather strap over the top of the bench and
then grabbed her feet, pulling off the shoes and knee socks.  Another strap
was wrapped around her bare ankles and tied down to the bench, leaving
the naked soles of her feet hanging off the end.

"Five strokes the first time," the lead attendant announced to the crowd. 
One of the other girls produced a bamboo cane from the side of the stage
and whistled it in the air a few times while the men hooted and urged her
on.  "Proceed with the punishment."

The girl with the cane moved in back of the bench so the men could see
and swiftly snapped the cane into the girl's soles, which caused her entire
body to stiffen up and her eyes to bulge out, the second stroke coming
before she could get a scream out, a long high-pitched wail which died out
only when she used up her breath, the third and fourth strokes falling as
she was gasping for air, leaving her twitching in stunned horror as the fifth
fired into her naked feet, pulling another long scream from her, which
finally dissolved into sobbing as she struggled to breathe.

Even as the girl tried to recover her senses, her socks and shoes were being
forced back onto her feet, causing her face to pinch up in pain and tears
to begin streaming from her eyes as she bawled like a baby.  The
attendants quickly unstrapped her from the device and wiped her face with
a cloth, even as she continued to cry, leaving her lying on the floor of the
stage, blinking in disbelief, trying to catch her breath, her feet burning in
her shoes.  

The lead girl kneeled beside her and wiped her face again with the cloth,
forcing her to clear her nostrils while she brushed her hair back into place. 
The girl leaned down to speak to her once again.  

"Next time, ten strokes.  Now get up, dance and strip, and make it nice." 
Carol started to shake her head no, but the girl only smiled.  "You'll do it
eventually, whether you do it standing on bloody feet or not is up to you. 
The guys love it when you say no."

The girl walked off the stage again, turned on the music and dimmed the
lights, turning back to watch Carol with her hands on her hips, looking
every bit as if she was getting ready for the next punishment session. 
Carol wanted time to think, but it was quickly growing evident by the calls
from the men and the impatient stances of the attendants that if she didn't
move quickly, she would end right back on the bench again, her feet bare
for the whip.  One session of that was enough, she decided there wasn't
any choice, and forced herself to stand, wincing and sucking in her breath
as she put weight on her feet.  She could only imagine what they would
feel like after ten more strokes.

A glance at the lead guard made it clear that she better get moving, so
Carol started to dance in a very clumsy, stiff way, trying to recall various
dances from her youth group socials while hissing her breath in pain from
her wounded feet.  The men starting laughing and yelling taunts at her, and
she looked over to the side of the stage in fright.  Her tormentor actually
helped her out at that point, lifting her hand to a button on the khaki shift
she was wearing and raising her eyebrows.  Carol got the point
immediately, and after stumbling to a halt while reaching for the top
button of her blouse, started to sway to the music while undoing her
buttons in what she imagined was a sexual fashion, though it was
laughable to say the least.

When she reached the fifth button she realized that she was about to reveal
her naked stomach and she blushed deeply, the understanding sinking in
as to where this was headed.  A glance in the audience reminded her that
taking off her clothes was likely only the first step, as the man directly in
front of her had mounted a girl from the rear and was watching her
performance over the bottom of a girl he was plunging into.  Carol looked
at the face of the girl, seeing her humiliation and disgust, and began to
resign herself to her fate.  Either than, or the bench and the cane on her
feet.

It wasn't only that she was showing skin, as the blouse finally parted and
pulled back, she was also very self conscious of her weight, being about
thirty pounds heavier than she should be, with a pronounced belly, a full
bottom and rather thick thighs.  She blushed again as she began to shuck
the blouse off, but to her surprise the men on the couch beds actually were
hooting their approval of her midriff.  She heard one of the men to her
right say, "Nice!", and a couple of other men agreed with him.  "Sweet,"
one of them said in reply.

When she finally had the blouse off and tossed it on the stage in back of
her, she glanced over again at the lead guard, hoping for another
suggestion.  Instead the girl caught her eye and rotated her finger, like a
clock.  The message was clear, speed it up.  She also dipped forward a bit
and thrust her hips out, and Carol assumed that meant she had better make
it sexier, however she was supposed to do that.

She danced in place for a minute showing her tummy and back, and tried
to be as alluring as possible, thinking of everything she could recall of
watching other girls dance, and things she had seen on TV.  It soon
became evident by the tone of the calls from the audience that she better
shed some more clothes, and she faced them again, her hands hesitating as
they reached behind for her bra strap.  She was distracted by the sight of
a young girl, even heavier than her, straddling a man on a couch in back,
apparently impaled, moving her bottom up and down on him, her flesh
bouncing and giggling from the effort, to his apparent delight.  As she
watched he reached up to cup and lightly swat one of her large breasts as
it hung above him, even as he continued to watch the stage.

"Drop the skirt, missy!" a man said, and with a shudder she tore her eyes
away from the bouncing girl and remembered the danger she was in,
dropping her hands quickly to the hem of her skirt, lowering it over her
panties as she moved her hips in time to the music, actually helped by the
obscene tableau in front of her, moving in time to the bottom of the big
girl, watching her hair whip her back as she worked, and copying that as
well, turning her head to let her long blonde hair flow over her shoulders. 
"That's better," the same man said.  "Work it, baby!"

Carol began to understand better what the men liked.  Yes, they wanted
her to remove the skirt, everything eventually, but they liked to be teased
as well.  She turned her bottom to the audience, thinking of the girl
humping the man, and rolled her hips as she slowly pulled the hem of the
skirt down over her own large panty-covered bottom.  She almost smiled
a little as the men hooted in approval, at least out of relief, if not in
pleasure.  Perhaps she could avoid the horrible cane on her feet after all. 

When the skirt finally dropped and she kicked it aside to join her blouse,
her appearance in her big white bra and full panties caused the audience
to give her a round of applause.  Apparently they liked the look of the
plain garments, or the way she filled them out, and she moved to the music
for a bit to give them what they wanted.  But before the catcalls started,
Carol took a breath, closed her eyes and reached behind her for the bra
strap.  She could have done it more artfully, but it was a big step for her,
and she did it quickly before she had to think about it, exposing her breasts
to the men, dropping the brassiere behind her.

There was more applause, louder this time.  She had never really given her
breasts much thought, they seemed to always be in the way, and she didn't
like the way boys stared at them.  She knew they were large, but to her
they seemed to be part of being a fatty, and they embarrassed her.  

Indeed, her extra weight had quite an effect on her tits.  If she was lighter
they might have sagged a bit, the nipples were a little south of level.  But
being so young and plump, they stuck straight out from her chest liked
they had been pumped full of silicone, which they were in a way, inflated
with baby fat.  The nipples hardly had any color at all, never having been
sucked or stiffened by the touch of a boy, or even her own.  She never felt
her own breasts, except to wash them, and didn't pay any attention to their
sexual nature.

She didn't really know what to do next, and looked over for more
guidance as she danced.  The guard helped out this time, holding her hands
up to her rather thin chest, pretending to bounce and caress boobs she
didn't actually possess.  Carol understood, but blushed deep red as she
took her own breasts in hand.  Again she was helped by the perverse show
in the audience, glancing around with breasts in mind, and noting what the
men were doing with the girls on their couches, how they grabbed and
held their breasts, holding the weight of the soft flesh in their hands,
running their fingers over the nipples, squeezing and pulling on them. 
Carol tried not to think about what she was doing, but just react, and began
to fondle and cup her own breasts as she watched her fellow prisoners
being mauled by the men in the audience.

Her performance was actually having quite an effect on the men, all of
whom had raging hard-ons at this point.  Most of them were raping an
unfortunate girl, or being fucked by one of them as they laid back to
watch.  A few of the men were happy to let their girls suck and lick their
penises as they swatted and played with their bottoms, or tweaked their
private parts.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!"  

The man in back with the fat girl bouncing on him suddenly pulled the girl
off and tossed her on the bed as he rose to his knees.  All the men turned
and shifted their positions to watch as he straddled the big girl until his red
penis was between her breasts.  He savagely grabbed them in both hands,
breast flesh spilling through his fingers as he pulled them out from her
chest and slapped them around his cock, causing the fat girl to yell out in
pain and reach up to grab his hands.  He ignored her feeble attempt to
loosen his hands and worked her breasts back and forth in a fury over his
engorged member until it began to spit white goo between the breasts and
all over the struggling girl's face and hair.  He bucked a few times and
then let her breasts go, rocking back to recover from the cum, leaving red
finger marks on the sobbing girl's breasts as they collapsed on her chest,
all the men applauding the violent assault.

Carol was stunned by the sight and stood rigidly still as the men started to
turn back to the stage.  She noticed the several of the men were laughing
at her, realizing her discomfort, reveling in her innocence.  She began to
move again, trying to get back into the music and remember where she
was at, even as her eyes welled up in tears as she realized the men had
every intent to treat her breasts the same obscene way, to push them
around their erections, to slap and pull at them.  How could she avoid it? 
If she resisted there would be the pain, and then she would be right back
in the same position.  Innocent she was, but not stupid. 

As stunning as the plump girl was - standing in the light in her white
panties, her tummy and breasts shining with pearly translucence, her pretty
face and pure blonde hair - the men wanted all of her, and she knew what
was next.  She stretched it out as she figured they would want, teasing the
waistband of her panties down over the cleavage of her lush bottom.  The
men loved it, applauding and whistling at the sight of her partially revealed
cheeks.  She began to hear suggestions from the audience and thought it
best to respond.

"Pull them up between your butt!"  One man yelled.  "Turn around, pull
them tight around your pussy."

She did as they asked, and for a few minutes she was taking requests from
the men, her panties falling up and down like an elevator as they asked to
see her in various poses.  Suddenly the music stopped, and the lead guard
walked into the stage.  

"Okay, hold up a second, let's give away a prize."  She unfolded a small
piece of paper in her hand.  "Number 7, who has 7?"

"Hey, that's me!" called a man on the left.  He pulled a small girl off him,
his penis waving in the air as it sprung free of her vagina.  He leaped up
to the stage to Carol's horror and stood next to her, accepting the applause
(and the hoots) of the other men.  Suddenly he turned to her and grabbed
her panties by the waistband, whipping them over her hips to the floor
before she could respond.  

She stepped back in reaction, almost tripping over the panties as he pulled
them from under her feet, holding them up to be admired by the other
men, and then inexplicably stuffed them into his mouth, acting like they
were the finest delicacy.  He bounded from the stage like a wolf with his
prey in his teeth, and returned to his couch to abuse his captive some
more, making her wear the oversize panties on her slim hips before she
mounted him again, thrusting his member up into her with the crotch of
the panties pulled to one side.

"Let's have a look at the other prizes now," the guard girl said, returning
to the side of the stage and starting the music again.  

Evidently that meant Carol was suppose to dance again, but she wasn't
sure what they wanted, she was already stripped naked.  She looked over
at the guard for help, but to her surprise the girl wasn't looking at her,
being engaged in a passionate kiss with the other girl on that side of the
stage, her hand reaching around to caress the girl's bottom beneath her
short skirt.

"Come on baby, let's see it!" one of the men yelled.

See what, Carol thought.  She supposed they wanted her to spread her legs,
it was the only thing left to see.  The thought of exposing herself to these
men made her sick, feeling especially lewd with her newly-shaved vagina,
courtesy of her handlers, now sucking each others' tongues off the stage. 
She glanced over to the left briefly and saw to her shock that the third
guard, the one who had whipped her feet, was staring at her intently, her
hand stuck down under her waistband, busy between her legs.  She looked
mean, as if she would welcome whipping the girl's feet again, maybe
masturbating to the thought of it.

Carol decided she wouldn't let her have the pleasure, and did as the men
wanted, shifting her feet apart to expose her inner lips.  The men obviously
liked the sight, as well they should.  Her pussy lips were neat and trim
inside, set in the soft white flesh of the outer lips like pink jewels
presented on a pillow.

"Dance, bitch, let's see that ass!"  Another man yelled, "Work it baby!"

Carol understood that simply revealing herself wasn't enough, and she once
again took cues from the audience, noting the ways that the anuses and
vaginas of the girls on the couches were exposed in the various positions
they were forced into by the men.  She spread her legs and let her hips
pump as if she was positioned over one of the men, turning around to
show them her crotch from the back side, rolling her cheeks around.  The
men were silent for awhile, and Carol closed her eyes to follow the music,
getting a little lost in the moment, displaying herself like a pagan in an
orgy.  When the lights came up she was surprised, and she looked around
to see what was happening, her legs still apart facing the audience as she
supposed they wanted.

"You can close them up for the moment girly," the lead girl said, walking
out on the stage.  "We'll put you on display properly.  Gentlemen, you
might refresh yourself while we prepare."

Several of the men got up and disappeared through a door in the back,
some dragging girls with them, evidently going to the bathroom.  Carol
stood up straight and held her hands over her crotch while she glanced
around to see what was going on.  She was horrified at what the guards
wheeled out onto the stage, a contraption like a microphone stand, but
topped with a plastic dildo shaped like an erection.  She could only
imagine what would happen next.

What she didn't expect was that the girls would take their pleasures while
the men were on a break.  All three of the guards surrounded her, and as
Carol's eyes went wide they began to caress her body, and each others' at
the same time, sandwiching her between them.  They didn't hurt her, or
squeeze her breasts in any way that would leave marks, they just stroked
her body, running their hands over her tummy and bottom, making cooing
sounds in approval at the softness of her flesh.  To Carol's disgust, the
mean attendant had removed her panties and hiked her skirt up, and was
rubbing her vagina up and down Carol's thigh while she caressed a bottom
cheek in one hand, the other hand plunged up between the lead guard's
bottom cheeks from behind, evidently feeling her vagina at the same time. 
The guard's lips found Carol's breast and sucked and licked it as she quite
evidently had an orgasm on her leg.  

Carol was almost relieved when the men started to shout at the girls to
leave them some and other such comments, having all come back from
their break and anxious to proceed, which Carol suddenly realized almost
certainly would result in her being raped, and many other insults besides,
beginning with whatever they wanted her to do with the device on the
stage.

The girls left off assaulting her and turned to get ready for the auction. 
Carol glanced this way and that nervously, wondering what was going to
happen next.  She was puzzled when one of the guards came out from the
side of the stage carrying a metal bar with leather straps attached to the
ends.  She kneeled at Carol's feet and attached one end around her left
ankle, and then pushed her right ankle apart until Carol was doing the
splits, having to squat down to get her feet wide enough apart to be
strapped to each end of the bar, exposing her insides lewdly.

Her attention was pulled from her feet to the ceiling over her head as a
chain was being lowered from a winch hidden among the lights and other
equipment racks above the stage.  The guards produced leather wrist straps
and buckled her into them, pulling her arms over her head, waiting for the
chain to reach them and then snapping them onto a catch on the end. 
Carol's head whipped back and forth, trying to see what was going on,
while two of the girls held her steady and the chain started to pull up.

When the slack was pulled out of the chain, leaving Carol straining on her
toes, spread wide apart, the lead guard came around in front of her with
a control box in her hands.  She flipped a switch and Carol could hear
another chain coming down, this one extending all the way to the floor of
the stage in front of her.  Her tormentors clipped the end to a ring in the
middle of the spreader bar and stepped back as the chains began to lift her
feet off the stage.

Carol slowly inched up, her legs pumping in front of her until the pain in
her arms was too much, and she went still, her weight unnaturally
distributed between her arms and her ankles.  She cried out as her feet
came level with her head, looking down at the girl with the control as if
she might convince her to stop.  But she only hesitated for a few seconds,
feeling under Carol's arms, making sure she was taking the tension without
pulling anything out of joint, before raising her farther off the stage.

"Don't worry, we'll take some tension off here, right girls?" 

Carol didn't acknowledge what she was saying, all she could do is
concentrate on the pain in her arms and legs as her weight hung from her
wrists as she twitched in her restraints.  She briefly struggled involuntarily,
but that only made the pain worse, and she controlled herself quickly,
concentrating on breathing and ignoring the obscene way she was spread
open to the men.

She barely noticed the feeling as the guards positioned the dildo stand to
poke up into her asshole, and only realized what was happening as the lead
guard let the chains drop slowly, impaling Carol on the slick plastic penis. 
Nothing larger than a thermometer had ever been up her ass that way, and
the pain was immediate, competing with her arms.  Tears streamed down
her cheeks, but there was nothing she could do but take it.  Even breathing
was difficult, it wasn't possible to scream as she wanted to.

As she was lowered down and buggered on the dildo, some of the weight
was taken off her shoulders and the pain lessened, to be replaced by the
burning in her bottom as the dildo sunk home.  At last she was perfectly
suspended, pain racking her from all directions, helpless but to gasp for
breath, her eyes bulging wide, her open legs thrust out at the audience,
while her pussy was on full display, mounted as it were.  Her anus ring
quivered on the dildo as her body swung a little in the chains.

"Okay gentlemen, here she is, anxiously waiting for you I'm sure," said the
lead guard.  "Who will make the first bid?"

There was an immediate clamoring for attention among the men, who had
moved forward to stand in front of the stage to witness this display first
hand.  Carol in her despair could only vaguely make out what was going
on, but somewhere deep in her mind she realized that she was the subject
of an auction for money.  What the winner would do with her she couldn't
imagine, but she was desperate for it to be over as quickly as possible.

She was a prize indeed, and the bidding proceeding furiously, the men
falling out one by one in disgust as greed was balanced against their lust,
and they returned to their couches to take out their disappointment on their
poor girl slaves for the night.  It finally came down to two wealthy men,
shockingly public figures with no end of financial resources.  When the
bidding started to reach truly ridiculous heights, they agreed to call a halt
and be held by the last bid with a coin flip.  Carol could only watch
through a fog of pain as one of the men, a chubby balding sort, old enough
to be her grandfather, won the prize to the cheers and jeers of the men.

Carol had hoped that meant her release from torture, but not so.  Instead
all the men and the guards filed up on stage around her, while the winner
stooped down under the spreader bar and stood in front of her, his ugly red
member poking out in front.  

"A little lube I think," Carol heard him say, and one of the guards rushed
off to the side of the stage to retrieve a tube, coming back over to spread
a little on his cock.  "Okay honey, you're about to be a woman," the man
said.

He lined himself up in front of her as the men all cheered him on, and
rubbed the front of his cock between Carol's lips, smearing some of the
lube between them, although there was plenty of her own moisture from
all the gyrating around she had done.  He reached up and grabbed a breast
in each hand, settled the head of his cock at her entrance, and using her tits
as hand holds, pulled himself inside her slowly but firmly, ripping her
hymen apart.  He stopped half way and backed out a little, causing a small
smear of blood to appear on his shaft, the sight of which caused all the
men to cheer and applaud.

To Carol it was just more pain.  Her virginity didn't make much difference
to her at that moment, all she knew was excruciating pain in her arms,
burning pain in her ass, her breasts shrieking at her from being squeezed
without mercy by the man's hands, and yes, the cutting pain in her groin
from the splitting of her vagina.  

It only got worse as the man started to work his way in and out.  No
longer needing her breasts to lever himself into position, he let his hands
wander over her body, grabbing her belly flesh cruelly, twisting it and
causing her to buck in pain, her eyes bulging in agony.  He slapped at her
breasts and reached behind her to spank her cheeks, all to the
encouragement of the men around her, and the guards of course, who were
freely masturbating themselves at the sight.  A couple of the men pulled
girls onto the stage to suck them while they watched.

The sensations were too much for her abuser, and with a couple of strong
thrusts as he grabbed Carol's big ass cheeks for leverage, he came deeply
inside her, pumping for almost a minute after he came and finally falling
out of her and stumbling back against her ankle bar, causing Carol such
pain that she passed out, hanging like a piece of meat while blood-streaked
semen leaked from her damaged vagina and dripped onto the stage.

When she came to she was no longer onstage, but lying on a table in a
small room being sprayed with water and rubbed down by one the guards,
all of whom were now as naked as she was.  As she was coming awake
another of the guards came over and together they flipped her over on her
front, going to work on her back.  Her body was sore all over and she
could hardly move, much less protest as the guards soaped up her backside
and vagina.  When they were done they rinsed her off and wiped her down
with towels, finally flipping her over onto her back.

"With us again, I see?" one of the guards said.  "Time for your second act,
you better perform well or we'll finish what we started."

"I'm surprised she didn't get whacked again," another of the attendants
noted.  "I think the guys would have preferred it that way."

"We'll see when a cock gets poked in her mouth, never seen one yet that
sucked without being belted a time or two." 

"You want the strap?"

"Yeah, her skin's too pretty for the cane, at least not tonight."

While they were calming discussing how to beat the unfortunate girl, one
of them forced a catheter into her urethra to drain her again, while the
other girl held her legs apart.  Despite the pain Carol could only struggle
feebly, it hurt too much to thrash around on the table.  She could feel her
labia being pulled apart and yelped in pain as the guards swabbed around
the torn parts with antiseptic.  Her vagina wouldn't be used again tonight,
but her asshole was definitely in play, and they repeated the insertion of
a rod coated with lubricant to get it ready.

After wiping her down and brushing her hair, they forced Carol to her feet,
and walking behind the girl whipping her legs with a leather strap attached
to a handle, forced her to stumble out of the room, down a hall and out
through a curtain onto the stage, where a small raised bed had been placed,
covered with a sheet.  Her appearance was greeted with applause by the
men, who were engaged in various sorts of play with their captive girls. 


Carol's attention was drawn to a bed near the front of the stage where a
man was methodically whipping a small, thin girl with a split leather strap
as she writhed on the bed, howling in pain.  As she looked around the
room she could other girls being treated cruelly as well, along with all
manner of loathsome sex acts, the room filled with the sound of crying
girls.

The guards led Carol over to the raised bed, and immediately a couple men
climbed onto the stage.

"Me first, I can't hold back much longer," one of them said, holding his
stiff cock out in front of him underneath his fat belly.  "I want her face."

"Okay, let's do her end to end," the other said.  "Get her up there, kneeling
with her butt out."

The guards complied, manhandling Carol up onto the bed and arranging
her so that she was kneeling across the bed, her head down and bottom
raised.  The second man got behind her right away and began rubbing her
vagina with his cock.  Carol began to raise her head and look around, but
the first man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back down to
where his reddened member was poised at the edge of the bed.

"Suck it little girl, and do it good."

Carol was attempting to pull her face away from the ugly penis in front of
her when suddenly her eyes went wide and she yelped in pain, as the
second man found her asshole and was forcing the thick head of his cock
inside.  The first man slapped her face hard, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Pay attention, get it in your mouth and suck for all you're worth, you
little butterball bitch."

He got a better grip on her hair and forced her mouth down, rubbing her
cock on her lips.  Carol shook her head, whimpering in fear and pain as
the man in back slowly plunged his cock inside her ass and began to pump
in and out.  Suddenly she felt fire on her back as one of the guards
brought her leather strap down hard, leaving an angry red mark.  Carol
started to scream as four more blows were inflicted.  

Apparently this action inflamed the man fucking her ass, as he withdrew
and staggered around the bed with his cock standing straight out, straining
to cum.  "Lift up her face," he said, and the first man stepped aside,
grabbing Carol savagely by her ears, forcing her to turn her face towards
the second man, who aimed his cock at her nose and whipped it up and
down with his hand, arching his back as he came.  Having held back for
so long, his load was intense, the first spurt hitting her squarely in the eye
and splashing come everywhere.  He shot another big streak that missed
her face entirely, sailing over her head to land on the tummy of one of the
guards, who looked down and laughed at the sight.  The man lowered his
aim and managed to pump out several more shots on Carol's face and into
her hair, finally petering out to spurts and dribbles as he wiped his cock
over her creamy complexion.  

He finished by sticking his cock in her mouth suddenly, her struggles to
get away being checked by the pressure on her ears, which felt like they
were being torn off.  

"Suck it clean, cunt," the man said.  "Whip her again, she's not sucking at
all."

"Here, let me," the first man said, letting go of her ears.  Carol took the
opportunity to pull her head back and spit the cock out of her mouth,
gagging at the taste of it, but the second man grabbed her by the hair again
and starting rubbing her lips over his cock while she struggled.

In the meantime, the first man had taken the whip from the guard and
starting lashing Carol's back in earnest, making the girl scream in agony
and twist on the bed to get away.  But she couldn't with her head being
held so hard, and one of the guards quickly grabbed her feet, leaving her
back exposed as the man rained down blows on it from her shoulders to
her bottom, apparently avoiding the plump white cheeks for now, at least
until they had all enjoyed sticking their cocks between them.

Finally he let up, and the man holding her head lifted up her face, while
one of the guards wiped it down with a towel, clearing away the cum and
the tears, and wiping her noise, which was running from all the crying.

"Suck it clean girl," the man said, "Or I'll take the whip next, and strap
your back until you make him come," indicating the other man, still
waiting for his turn, with his cock in his hand.

"That won't take long," he said, "Hurry it up!"

Even in her pain and confusion Carol was alert enough to realize she had
no choice, and had to comply, since otherwise they would just continue to
beat her.  She opened her lips and let the disgusting red head of the cock
enter her mouth, cum still oozing from the tip.  She wasn't sure what the
man wanted, but tried to suck on it as he said.

"That's better, now use your tongue, wrap it around my cock, suck
harder!"

She tried to do as he said, while the man thrust his cock between her lips.

"Come on man, my turn!" the other man insisted, and Carol felt one cock
leave her mouth, while another quickly entered.  The man's belly pressed
against her nose and she had to move back a little to breathe, but she kept
the man's cock in her mouth to keep from being hit again.

This time the man was thrusting in a very insistent way, the head of his
cock pulling back to her lips and then all the way in until her lips were
smashed in his stiff pubic hair.  The man was small enough that his cock
didn't even bottom out in the back of her mouth.  He was grunting and
churning his hips madly, and Carol could smell his perspiration as the fat
man worked his body against her mouth, until he finally pulled out and
aimed it at her face.

Apparently there was no relationship between the size of a man's penis and
his capacity to come, because while the fat man didn't have the velocity
of the first man, he certainly had plenty of cum, coating her face with the
stuff.  Like the first man, he too stuck his spent cock back in her mouth,
and she had to put up with the horrible sensation of her face being
smothered in his belly as he smeared his cum all over both of them.

When he finally left, another man was on the stage ready to take his place. 
"I want her tits!" he said, and the guards rolled her over on the bed while
wiping down her face again.  A second man hopped up on the stage at the
same time, standing at the front of the bed, and the guards helpfully pulled
her up so her head was over the edge and she could suck him at the same
time.  A third man thought it would be fun to join in, and as the first man
straddled her chest and was grabbing her breasts to squeeze them together
for his cock, he spread her legs and dove between them, kissing and
licking her vagina, which hardly gave her any pleasure in this setting,
especially as he was being none to gentle, thrashing her clitoris much too
vigorously, and pulling on her lips with his teeth.

The assault being on, two more men took the stage and stood on either
side, grabbing her hands and placing their cocks in them, pulling her wrists
up and down to give her the idea.  She could hear the man between her
legs laugh.

"If she doesn't perform, let me know, and I'll give her clitty a good nip
to correct her."

The man on top was wildly thrusting into Carol's fat boobs, having gotten
some lube from a guard, two of whom were standing and making out
while watching, while the third had knelt on the floor to suck the cock of
the man tongue-lashing Carol's pussy.  It seemed forever to Carol, trying
to keep track of sucking one man while stroking two others, but it was
really only a minute or two before the cock between her breasts began
spurting like crazy, getting cum all over her, most of it shooting into to the
bottom of her chin as her face was turned to suck on the man standing
next to her.  The man with her breasts squeezed them hard as he pulled his
cock out, slapping them hard a couple times before climbing off.

Apparently watching the first man come was enough to set off the guy
with his cock in her mouth, as he started to spurt while still inside her lips,
pulling out to finish himself all over her cheeks, the cum dribbling into her
eyes and forcing her to squeeze them shut.  Being distracted so, she had
lost the rhythm of the two cocks in her hands, but apparently that didn't
matter, as one of the men also lost his load, stepping over to cum on her
face from the other side, grabbing her hair to force her to turn toward the
cock as it too shot arcs of cum all over her.

The other man had filled the vacancy on top of her, and Carol felt her
breasts being manhandled again, another cock smashed between her sore
globes.  Meanwhile the man sucking her pussy lifted her legs straight up,
climbing up on the bed and hugging her thighs to him enough to lift her
ass up, allowing him to shove his cock inside.  Her legs were squeezed
between the two men as they worked, but it wasn't long before another
cock went off between her breasts, the man hitching up a bit to aim the
cum to splatter directly on her nipples, but not before adding a couple
more streaks on her neck and face, which was practically coated in cum.

That left the man in back who was giving it to her ass for all he was
worth, huffing and puffing at the effort, red in the face.  Another thing
about men Carol was learning, to her asshole's disadvantage, was that
some men came easier than others, and it was only after she was moaning
in pain and hissing her breathe between her cum stained lips that he pulled
out and came, just a few small streaks that landed on her belly.  Perhaps
he was the one who came earlier, not that Carol noticed or cared.

Finally Carol was left alone for a moment, lying on the bed covered in
cum, splayed out like a dead person.  Her eyes were plastered shut with
cum, but she heard another man get on the stage.

"Clean her up, I want her on top, let see how she bounces with a cock in
her ass."

The attendants did as he asked, wiping her off with damp cloths and then
drying her skin with fresh dry cloths until she was relatively fresh, aside
from being red in places where she had been beaten or grabbed.  One of
the guards forced a water bottle between her lips and gave her a welcome
drink before leaving her standing on uncertain feet beside the bed, leaning
on it with her hands to support her.  She felt a man coming up behind her,
even as the first man was lying on the bed, his erection sticking up like a
wooden pole.

"I'll warm her up for you," she heard the man behind her say, and felt his
cock between her bottom halves, searching for her ass, as the man bent her
over for leverage.

"Move her over a bit and make her suck me, and don't come in her ass,
I don't want sloppy seconds."  The man behind Carol laughed and shifted
her over so she could lean down to take the prone man's cock in her
mouth.  

Unlike the fat man's cock, this one was far too big to fit in her mouth all
the way, but the man was grabbing her head and forcing her to take the
head into the back of her throat, making her gasp for breath between
strokes.  She barely noticed the mad thrusting going on in back of her
except for the pain in her bottom, it seemed a mile away compared to the
need for air.

The man in back suddenly pulled her up and away from the table, forcing
her to her knees in front of him and his cock into her mouth while he
controlled her head by her hair.  Carol was out of it, unable to focus on
sucking the man as he probably wanted.  He didn't seem to care, and was
force fucking her mouth, jerking her head back and forth by her hair until
he raised up on his toes and cried out, spraying his cum inside her mouth
and into her throat.  He finally let her go and she collapsed back on her
haunches, gagging on the cum and choking it out to spill from her mouth
onto her breasts as she tried to catch her breath.

This forced the guards to stop making out with each other and clean her
up, which they did roughly this time, pulling on her flesh and slapping her
face when she was slow to respond.  Then she was back on her feet again,
holding on to the edge of the bed to keep her balance, swaying as if she
was close to passing out.

"Climb up on top youngster, let's see how you ride." 

She had almost forgotten the man on the bed, and shook her head to try
and clear her mind.  She wasn't quite sure of what he wanted, but she
remembered earlier in the evening the fat girl in back riding the man, and
figured that was probably what she was expected to do.  She had trouble
finding the strength to climb up with him, but his hands were strong and
helped pull her up on top until she was straddling his legs, looking down
at his cock.  She could see it was glistening with liquid, as apparently one
of the attendants had lubed it up while she was being cleaned of the other
man's semen.  

As she was considering her next move, the man made it for her, grabbing
a breast in each hand in a powerful grip, pulling her hips up and towards
him.  She hissed in her breath at the pain in her boobs, trying desperately
to move as he wanted, since if she moved in coordination with his hands
his grip would lessen.  

"Reach underneath you and line it up with your ass, but don't sit back until
I'm inside."

The man was talking gently to her, like he wanted to help her out, but his
hands never loosened their grip on her breasts, his long fingers wrapped
around them like steel bands.  She did as he said, reaching under her
crotch and finding his cock, which was not difficult.  It must have been
nine inches long, and was standing up like it was carved from oak.  She
got her fingers around it and brushed the tip past her vagina, trying to feel
when it came into contact with her anus, but it was difficult, she was so
sore down there it was hard to feel a specific area.

But apparently she had come close enough, because in spite of being
buggered several times, there was no mistaking the feeling of being
penetrated as this large cock suddenly plunged inside as the man bucked
up from the table with a grunt.  Carol cried out and involuntarily tried to
pull up and away from it, but the burning in her bottom was quickly
surpassed by the pain from her tits as the man was pulling them out from
her chest and down, forcing her to settle back down on his cock, which she
did, yelling in pain.  For the first time in awhile she noticed the other men
in the audience as they applauded and laughed.

The man on the bed enjoyed being fully impaled by her for the moment,
but soon began to demand that she pump up and down on his rod, making
his attention clear by squeezing and pulling on her breasts, forcing her up
to relieve the pressure from his hands and then down, until she established
a bouncing rhythm that kept her breasts moving with his hands, keeping
the grip as loose as possible.  Naturally the pain from her ass was intense,
but it a matter of the lesser of two evils, and her breasts had the upper
hand.  

After riding the man for a while and letting her breath catch up to the
demands on her legs, she managed to open her eyes and shake her vision
clear.  Beneath her she could see the tops of the man's fingers digging into
her breasts, as she used the visual information to adjust her movements a
bit to loosen the grip further, until the pressure was not very painful.  

She caught a few glances into the audience area, taking note of the cruel
way some of the girls were being handled this late in the evening, beatings
with various types of whips as common as sex acts.  Some of the girls
were being forced to have relations with each other, one on top of the
other, their mouths engaged with the other's vagina as a man stood
watching, or whipping the top girl.  No one needed to force the guards that
way, one of whom was standing while the other knelt in front, her tongue
darting between her legs.  The third guard was by herself, watching
everything that was going on with gleaming eyes, her hands busy between
her legs.

The man underneath her was being more insistent, increasing the pressure
on Carol's breasts and making her move faster.  Finally, to her great relief,
he released the pressure and just stroked and fondled them, letting Carol
move on her own as he blasted his cum inside her.  The warm liquid
filling her bottom actually felt good, lubricating her ass and soothing the
burning sensation a bit.  If she hadn't been so sore, and her breasts weren't
as beat up, the last few seconds might have actually been pleasurable.

The man lay back for a minute, smiling in satisfaction, his hands running
over her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight in his hands.  Carol
could feel his cock softening in her bottom, and for the first time in a long
time was able to catch her breath and relax a bit, becoming aware of the
soreness in her arms and legs and shifting her weight around to lessen the
discomfort.  Her relief was short lived.

"Okay, girls, you can get her set up," the man said, talking to the guards.

The attendants quickly forgot about their pussies and moved over to the
bed to pull Carol off the man, wiping up cum from the insides of her legs
that had leaked out of her asshole as it gradually puckered back up to
normal.  The man pushed himself off the bed with a groan and returned
to the audience to find his girls waiting, cowering really, and for good
reason.  As soon as he reached his couch he began to maul them, slapping
them around with his big hands as he laughed.

Up on the stage one of the guards held Carol by the wrist as the other two
pushed the bed off the stage.  To Carol's horror, the lead guard walked
onto the stage with the control box in her hand, looking up as a chain
came down from the ceiling.  What next, Carol thought.  

She didn't need to imagine too long, as the third guard brought out the
spreader bar again, stooping down to attach it to Carol's ankles.  Carol
tried to struggle, but the guard behind her twisted her wrist to keep her
from moving.  Very quickly the attendants had the girl cuffed again, her
wrists attached to the chain, which was inching upwards.  This time they
left the spreader bar free, all of Carol's weight being taken up in her arms,
causing her to cry out in pain once again as the chain went taught and
slowly pulled her off the stage.  The lead guard checked her shoulders to
make sure the weight was being taken up without doing injury, and then
winched her up a couple of inches, where her body swung by the chain,
her legs far apart.

"Okay gentlemen, time for the finale, who'll give me a bid?"  The lead
attendant was speaking through a microphone again, standing in front of
Carol as the other two guards took up positions on either side of her,
stroking her body with the hands, and playfully licking her breasts.  Carol
could only concentrate on the pain in her arms and on trying to get enough
air into her lungs, ignoring the proceedings.  It didn't matter what they
were going to do now, there was nothing she could do anyway.  Part of
her hoped they were bidding on rights to kill her, perhaps the winner
would leap onto the stage and thrust a knife into her heart.  But she
supposed it wouldn't be that quick, and she turned her mind away from
that line of thought.

The bidding this time excluded the man who won the her virginity, and
when it once again reached silly heights, several of the men complained
bitterly that the man who had forced the first coin flip was so rich that it
amounted to cheating.  As a result there was a five-way coin flip between
the remaining bidders, which as it turned out was won by the super-rich
gentleman anyway.  He seemed to think it divine providence, and there
was a lot of good-natured ribbing going on as he mounted the stage. 

Carol had managed to control her breathing enough to understand what
was going on, and her eyes were wide as she watched the man come up
to her.  At first he just smiled and fondled her body, but then he stretched
out his hand and one of the guards put a whip handle into it, holding a
long, thin strap of leather.  That was the prize apparently, the right to fill
up the white spots left on her body with red creases.

The men in the audience were interested in these proceedings, and several
came up on the stage, dragging beaten girls with them to suck or stroke
them as they watched.  A few other men were raping girls in positions so
they could watch at the same time, and a couple were already whipping
their girls so strongly that it seemed pointless to watch Carol being
whipped in a similar fashion.

But this whipping would be a lot stronger than anything the other girls
were getting tonight.  Carol needed a few weeks to heal up until she could
join the pack and be able to fuck properly, so no harm would be done by
leaving some other damage to heal at the same time.  The thin dog whip
wouldn't tear her flesh, but it would leave painful weals that would last for
weeks.

The winner wasted no time, and indicated to the guards that he wished
Carol to be spun around with her bottom facing the audience.  So far it
was completely unmarked, smooth and white, framed by the fading red
strap marks on her back and legs.  That changed quickly as the man
brought the whip down hard, right across her cheeks, leaving an angry red
stripe that quickly made itself apparent.  All the men cheered as Carol
bucked and screamed from the hit, her butt cheeks quivering as her body
shook.

Carol figured the whipping was going to be like the strapping she had
received earlier, and wasn't as frightened as she should be.  The first
stroke removed any such expectations, it was easily as painful as the cane
on her foot soles, and she screamed loudly as the whip struck again and
again, squirting a little pee onto the stage in spite of being drained earlier,
which the men seemed to find especially humorous, one of them forcing
a girl he brought on the stage with him to lick it up to the further delight
of the crowd.

The man with the whip didn't just mark up her bottom, he worked the
little whip all over her backside, from her ankles to her shoulders, until
criss-crossed stripes marked her from stem to stern.  He then started
working on the sides of her legs and up her belly, allowing the end of the
whip to curl around into the soft flesh, and finally up her flanks until the
end of the whip was wrapping around her outthrust breasts.  After the third
whip strike found a nipple, Carol passed out from pain and lack of air, her
screaming preventing her from catching her breath.

The guards had anticipated this, and let the chain down until the pressure
was off her arms, letting her breathe while unconscious, and finally waking
her back up by sticking a jar of ammonia under her nose, when her color
was back.  Carol came awake, gasping and shaking her head from the
ammonia, eyes wide as the pain in her body hit her again, moaning and
crying as tears streamed from her eyes.  The guards wiped her down again
and waited until she was under control a bit, and then the show started
afresh.

Once again Carol's arms were stretched out as the chains lifted her a
couple inches above the stage, the guards turning her around to face the
audience.  The man with the whip stepped aside a few feet and expertly
laid the end of the whip right across the fat of her belly, leaving a strip
that crossed over the indentation of her belly button.  Carol screamed in
pain again, her body bucking as the whip found her belly over and over
again, the man aiming the whip so it cut a fresh stripe across the white
flesh each time.  The whip gradually moved down to her legs and then up
her body until every stroke was cutting directly into her tits, bouncing
them around as if an invisible hand was cupping them.  

When Carol woke up again the agony of her breasts was the first sensation
to reach her, and she screamed and moaned, while the guards prevented
her from passing out again with the smelling salts.  She could see down
to the tops of her breasts, where angry red ridges covered the formerly
smooth flesh, several passing directly through her nipples.  

There was only one area left, and as soon as Carol stabilized a bit, she was
hoisted back up by the chain, this time with her feet still in contact with
the floor, to keep her from twisting as she was hit.  It seemed that all the
men in the audience were attending closely to the proceedings as the man
with the whip moved to the side and let loose the first stroke, putting a
stripe directly across the fat layer of her mons, just above the vaginal lips. 
Carol could hear the men shouting encouragement even through her
screams as the whip cut lower, moving over the lips themselves, the end
of the whip cutting into the inner flesh of her thighs.

Again she passed out and was brought back awake, thinking that surely
this was at an end, where else could the man whip?  With the dog whip,
nowhere, but when she cleared her mind enough to see, the man was no
longer off to the side with the thin whip, but was standing right in front
of her with a short, thin leather strap mounted on a wooden handle.  As
soon as he saw she was mentally present he quickly brought the strap up
hard from below, smacking directly into her vagina, the leather biting into
the recess between her lips, the tip cutting into her anus.  Carol screamed
freely now, her breath no longer squeezed by being suspended, and stayed
conscious while the whip struck up between her legs, catching her clitoris
and inner lips several times until a little blood spattered as the whip
landed.

"That's enough!" one of the men said, "We don't want her damaged."

Several of the other men on the stage agreed, slapping the man with the
whip on the shoulders and congratulating him on his performance, before
returning to their girls for a little more torment and sex as the evening
wound down.

Carol knew none of this, having passed out with the final stroke.  The
attendants had marched her into the holding facility with a number of other
beaten girls, giving them showers and patching up their damaged areas
with cream and bandages as needed.  Carol came to her senses a little later
on, finding herself sleeping on a small bed between sheets, her body
aching so bad she couldn't even lift her head.  But she could see she was
not alone, and was back in the dormitory with the rest of the girls, some
of them crying and moaning.  She was one of the pack now, no longer
special, just more meat for the men to torment until some end was reached. 
She lost consciousness again and slept the night away.
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