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over his cock.  God I wanted to take her again right then 
and there, that hot piece of fucking meat.  Jesus, she was 
so goddamned hot, kneeling like that, her head bobbing up 
and down as she serviced Greg, those beautiful cheeks 
hollowing out as she worked his cock, her hair veiling her 
face.

I glanced up at Greg, saw the look on his face, 
disappointed.  ôBitch doesnÆt know how to suck cock,ö he 
said, looking at me, his hands winding in her hair as he 
gripped her head.  ôFucking bitch doesnÆt know how to suck 
cock.ö  She whimpered, hearing him, and followed GregÆs 
gaze to the belts we had left on the floor.  I smiled at 
him and motioned to John, stepping over to pick up the 
belts, seeing CathyÆs whole body shiver as if she knew, her 
head bobbing more quickly on GregÆs cock, almost 
desperately.

I stood behind her, the belt shortened in my grip, the 
buckle swinging free at the end, John opposite me, GregÆs 
muscles tensing as he readied her.  Our arms went back, and 
we both brought our belts across her ass, the buckles 
swinging around to strike her inner thighs, her whole body 
jerking in pain as a howl of agony was ripped from her 
throat, muffled by the cock Greg shoved deep into her 
mouth.  I whipped her quivering, shaking ass again, seeing 
the belt leave a dull, red mark as she screamed a second 
time, then a third as JohnÆs belt landed against the back 
of her thigh, her head making small jerking motions as Greg 
shoved her head down on his cock, her screams turning to 
choking, gagging sounds even as we continued to whip her, 
GregÆs cock slipping down her throat.  

I could see it, could see his cock buried to the hilt in 
her mouth, her eyes wild, her body bucking from pain and 
fear and lack of oxygen, her hands clawing at air before 
her, too afraid to push away from Greg even as his hands 
held her impaled on his cock, her throat bulging.  I 
brought the belt down again, reveling in her muffled scream 
as the metal buckle bruised her soft white ass, her lithe 
body straining as it was beaten and fucked.

Greg was brutal, his hands to either side of her head, 
anchored by that gorgeous blonde hair, as he drove her head 
up and down on his cock, slamming her face into his groin 
as he fucked deep into her throat.  We were brutal, as we 
brought our belts down across her ass, her thighs, even her 
back as we tortured that sexy fucking piece of fucking 
lithe, shaking, screaming, sweating meat.  My mind was 
clouding even as my arm tired, CathyÆs ass and thighs and 
back turning an ugly blue-black from the beating, her 
screaming getting louder and louder, my cock so hard I 
thought it would burst as Greg slammed her face and those 
gorgeous lips of hers down onto his cock and held it there 
and I knew he was coming deep into her throat, grunting as 
he pressed her face against his groin.

It was too much, just too much for meùI had to have her 
again, had to bury my cock deep into that prize piece of 
meat which was Cathy Rollins.  I dropped my belt and 
grabbed her by the hair, close to the scalp, yanking her 
violently from GregÆs grasp, from GregÆs cock, her spittle 
and a strand of his come trailing behind as I literally 
dragged her five feet across the floor and threw her onto 
her stomach.  I dropped to me knees behind her, grabbing 
those slender fucking hips in my hands, pulling her 
bruised, beaten ass into the air, my cock bouncing in front 
of me as I growled like an animal, aiming it toward her 
abused, raped cunt.

I slammed into her hard, brutally, wanting to hurt the 
bitch, to hear her scream, but only got a grunt in response 
as my cock hit the back of her cunt.  I gave her three 
strokes, her cunt so tight, so sweet, that I almost left it 
there; but her ass, that tiny brown rosebud was winking at 
me, my thumbs pulling apart her bruised asscheeks, was 
calling to me.  My teeth ground together as I slid my cock 
from her gripping snatch, and rested it against her tiny 
asshole.

Her reaction made it all worth it.  A hoarse and soft cry 
came from those battered lips:  ôNoànoàpleaseàgodàoh 
godàpleaseö she was whimpering and struggling now, harder 
than I would have thought possible, her knees lifting from 
the ground, her asscheeks tensing together, her thighs 
struggling to close, prevented by my body.  I didnÆt careù
nothing was going to stop me from taking her ass, and I 
held her there, practically in mid-air, by her hips, my 
cock, lubed by her cunt, pressing against her asshole, her 
body writhing and struggling in my grip as she begged me to 
stop, to do anything, anything but that.

I pressed forward harder, my fingers leaving more bruises 
around her hips as I felt her ass begin to give, a scream 
starting low in her chest, that fucking chest, with those 
fucking tits pressed hard against the floor as she tried to 
drag her body away from me.  Fucking bitch fucking bitch 
was all I could think as her scream reached its peak and my 
cock broke through into her ass, making me shiver in 
sensation.  Tight, so tight it hurt, hurt as I pressed 
further into her, and further, her scream turning into a 
howl as her hands clawed at the carpet in front of her 
futilely, her forehead pressing into the ground even as her 
howl broke into sobs of defeat and pain as I sank the last 
inch of my cock into her squeezing, writhing, fucking ass.

I dragged my cock out, loving the way her body tensed in 
agony, and drove it hard back in, as hard as I could into 
that tight sheath of ass.  I wasnÆt thinking about anything 
but fucking and fucking and I slammed her ass, CathyÆs ass, 
brutally, remorselessly, loving every second of her pain, 
her terror, her humiliation, her defeat.  I noticed vaguely 
John kneeling down in front of her as my fucking became 
easier, and I reveled in the blood I saw glistening on my 
cock as I pulled it back before driving it back deep into 
her straining body.  John was in front of her, grabbing her 
hair, dragging her to her hands, gripping her jaw, forcing 
her mouth open, driving his cock into her mouth, fucking 
her hard, as hard as I was fucking her ass.

I donÆt know how long we fucked her, me in her ass and John 
in her throat, her body quivering and writhing with soft, 
muffled sounds of pain coming from her.  I was in a haze of 
lust and pleasure, my whole mind focused on my cock, on 
those two beaten mounds of flesh which was her ass.  I 
took, and I took, and I took and I felt my come coming, 
hurting me, reminding me that I had already come once, but 
hurting me good, so fucking good as I rocked on that 
bitchÆs ass until I jerked, my whole fucking body jerked 
and I came deep inside her ass, my cock throbbing again and 
again as I spewed my seed deep into her bowels, taking the 
bitch, taking sweet, lithe, fucking gorgeous Cathy Rollins.

I swayed for a moment, hearing John bellow as he finished 
up in her throat, and I pulled out, wincing as her ass 
clenching one final time in pain, and fell back on my ass.  
I rested there for a minute, watching vaguely while John 
pulled his cock from CathyÆs abused throat and stood up, 
letting her body slide slowly to the ground.

I shook my head, clearing it, and made my way over to the 
chair that Greg had vacated and sat down.  Greg was looking 
down at our prize, at our party girl, his eyes bright.  He 
kicked her a few times in the side, not hard.  Then he 
reached down and rolled her unresisting body over.

ôGod, thatÆs fucking beautiful,ö he said, taking the 
fucking words right out of my mouth.  Cathy, Cathy Rollins, 
lay broken on the floor.  Her arms, still bound at the 
wrist, stretched over her head, making her body seem 
leaner, longer, more coltish.  Her tits rode high on her 
chest, reddened and bruised by our beating earlier.  Her 
throat, long and smooth and white, swallowed awkwardly, 
painfully, her breathing coming in soft rasps.  A trickle 
of blood leaked from her small nose, and her lips, those 
perfect, soft, full lips were bruised black and blue.  Her 
eyes were closed, her eyelashes looking longer against 
cheeks wet with tears.  Her hair, that blonde, straight, 
perfect hair was wild around her head.  Her waist, so lean, 
and stomach, writhed slowly with her thighs as she moaned 
in pain, the beatings and fucking we had given her not even 
allowing her to lie on the ground without pain.  

IÆm telling you, IÆm fucking telling you, thereÆs nothing 
so fucking erotic as a woman in agony, and Cathy Rollins 
was in fucking agony.

I think we were all mesmerized, because we just sat or 
stood there and stared down at her, drinking in that 
fucking wonderful body of hers as it did itÆs erotic dance 
of pain.  Greg broke the spell, moving over to his clothes, 
his cock rock hard again as he dug in the pocket of his 
jacket, pulling out a pack of cigs and a lighter.  He lit 
one, puffed, and moved over to stand at CindyÆs feet, 
looking down at her.  I slid the chair over for a better 
view as he kneeled at her feet, the cigarette dangling from 
his lips.

He grabbed her by the ankles, ignoring her moan of pain as 
he pushed them up and back, laying her knees over his 
shoulders.  He leaned over her, his cock aimed right at her 
gash, gaping red and raw from her rapes, his body supported 
by one of his hands and by her legs.  She didnÆt open her 
eyes, only groaned when he pushed his cock into her raw 
cunt, burying it to the hilt.  He left it there, starting 
down at her face, her gorgeous face, staring at it, the 
cigarette still dangling from his lips.

My expression froze in a feral grin as I watched him pull 
the cigarette from his lips and look up at John, who moved 
and kneeled on her hands.  She opened her eyes then, and 
saw Greg, staring down at her, staring at the glowing tip 
of the cigarette.  I knew, John knew, and she knew what he 
was going to do, and her eyes, those big blue eyes, got 
wide, and tears started to flow from them without sobs, and 
her lips convulsed as if she wanted to beg but knew that it 
would do no good.

The tip of the cigarette came down slowly, and her body 
began to heave under GregÆs, thrashing, bucking, shaking, 
her tits jerking back and forth as she struggled almost 
silently, the weight of GregÆs body too much for her as the 
cigarette found her right breast, tearing a scream from her 
throat as the smell of burnt flesh wafted from her sweating 
body.  He puffed on the cigarette again, making the tip 
glow again, and brought it down against her left breast, 
slowly, methodically, his cock still deep inside her cunt.  
She screamed again, her back arching, her body struggling 
as she fought him.

He kept at it for almost thirty minutes, burning, puffing, 
burning, lighting a new cigarette each time he finished the 
last one, making her scream and scream and scream until 
only horrible raw howls echoed from her throat, making her 
body writhe and buck and roll beneath his as he held his 
cock inside her, held it so her cunt could milk him in her 
pain.  Then he grabbed her tits, mauling them in his hands, 
sending her into a frenzied, animal howling, her body wild 
beneath his as he began to drive his cock brutally into her 
cunt, her burned tit-flesh oozing from between his fingers 
as he mauled then, dug his nails into them, tore at them.

He grunted, grinding his pelvis into her groin, his 
fingernails drawing blood from her burned tits, her howling 
a counterpoint to his grunts of pleasure as he came, 
filling her cunt with his come.  For long seconds his body 
tensed atop hers, and then it was over, and he collapsed on 
top of her sobbing body.  It was minutes before he rolled 
from on top of her and stood, leaving her laying on her 
back on the floor, her legs spread obscenely, her hands and 
arms sheltering her tortured breasts as she sobbed great, 
heaving, painful sobs.

I donÆt know what it was, I donÆt know, but something about 
that fucking cunt, that fucking cunt with that luscious 
fucking body made me want to hurt her, made me want to hear 
her scream and sob and beg.  I dropped down between her 
splayed legs, putting one hand against her inner thigh, my 
shoulder against the other, my face inches from her gaping, 
raw, swollen cunt.  Her labia gaped open, and come leaked 
and dribbled between her asscheeks.  I saw her clit, 
swollen and red surrounded by sparse blonde hairs.

I shifted, and with two fingers pulled her labia apart from 
around her clit.  I reached in with my other hand and took 
that red, swollen, battered piece of flesh between my thumb 
and my forefinger, hearing her sobbing increase, feeling 
her thighs shake, and squeezed, tearing a howl from her 
throat and jerking, clenching power from her thighs as she 
tried to close her legs, but my shoulders, my arms were too 
strong for her in her weakened state.

I pinched it, pulled on it, dug my fingernails into that 
sensitive bud of flesh, making her scream and writhe as I 
tortured her.  I pulled by hand back, feeling her body 
relax, and slammed my fist right against her cunt, making 
her grunt like and animal, her body jerking away from me.  
I pulled her back by her cunt-hairs and hit her again, now 
kneeling between her outspread legs, those lithe, muscular 
legs, and again, her grunt of agony music to my ears as I 
pounded her cunt.

Again and again I hit her, slamming my fist into her cunt, 
making her body jerk and writhe, yanking back on her cunt-
hairs as I drove my fist into her cunt, making her grunt 
like a fucking pig, blood pounding in my temples as I 
raged, now grinding my fist against her snatch, pushing my 
knuckles into her, sinking them in to my thumb, seeing her 
body arch in agony as I punched my knuckles into her abused 
cunt again, and again, now pressing, folding my thumb 
under, shoving my fist into the bitchÆs cunt, into CindyÆs 
fucking cunt, my fist, my whole goddamned fist filling her 
fucking cunt.

I shoved, feeling her body shake in agony, in horrible 
pain, her abdomen bulging out as I shoved my fist deeper 
into her hole, stretching her, a terrible moan coming from 
deep with her to be followed by a grunt of pure agony as I 
ground my fist up against her cervix.  I yanked back, 
violently, and slammed my fist against her cervix, punching 
her cunt, punching it, fucking punching the bitchÆs cunt 
with my fist, driving it against her cervix, her grunts 
deep and horrible and animalistic as I slammed my fist into 
her again and again.

I fucked her with my fist until my arm grew tired, and then 
pulled it out, dragging her whole body with my fist until I 
unclenched it.  I looked down at my fist, covered with 
slime, and went over and wiped it on her blouse, my whole 
body shaking in reaction.  My groin burned and I was hard 
again, painfully hard.  Greg was too, amazingly, and he 
dragged her to her feet by her hair, threw her over the 
table, her bruised and beaten ass presented like an 
offering to him.

Greg spread her asscheeks with his hands and drove his cock 
with one stroke deep into her ass.  She groaned, she 
couldnÆt stop fucking groaning now, her whole body a mass 
of agony, her breasts tortured pressed against the wood of 
the desk.  I walked around to the other side of her desk 
and grabbed that gorgeous hair of hers and took her mouth 
with my cock, driving it down her throat, feeling the soft 
warmth of her palate, the tight constriction of her throat, 
the pillowy softness of her lips against my groin.  

She was being fucked again, ass and mouth, violently, 
brutally, as we both tried to coax a third come out of this 
hot piece of meat, out of this beautiful fucking bitch, out 
of Cathy Rollins.  ôGet me a pin,ö I heard Greg growl, and 
I grinned as I watched John hand him one, which he ground 
into the soft whiteness of her ass.

Her scream vibrated along my cock, making me groan in 
pleasure.  A second pin was driving into CathyÆs round 
asscheek, and a second scream drove me wild with lust.  I 
fucked that precious throat like a fucking madman, her 
howls of pain as he drove more and more pins into her ass 
driving me wild.  I couldnÆt come, though, I couldnÆt 
fucking come the bitch had drained my balls so well before.  
It was fucking painful my balls were so tight, so cock so 
hard in her spasming throat.  Greg had stopped adding pins, 
his hands and his driving hips grinding the ones in place 
into her ass, making her scream continuously around my 
cock, making me crazy with pleasure and frustration.

Her ass must have been dancing for him because I watched as 
GregÆs eyes rolled up in his head and he howled in pleasure 
as he shot his third load into Cathy, beautiful Cathy.  He 
pulled out, and I stopped fucking her face, pulling out and 
looking at that bruised and battered face, her nose running 
with blood now, blood running down my thighs from her nose.

I stepped back, and John reached across the table and 
grabbed her by her hair, pulling her up, reaching around 
her until her held her by her burned and tortured breasts, 
making her drool and groan in agony as he pressed his hard 
cock up against her ass, her ass still filled with pins 
which he ground deeper into her flesh as he shoved his 
eight inch pole up into her bowels.  She screamed, once, 
when he entered her, and then fell into a steady rhythm of 
grunts as he used her ass.

My cock was throbbing as I watched her, held up by him, her 
head bobbing up and down with each of his thrusts, her hair 
bouncing wildly about her head, her eyes, those big, 
beautiful blue eyes, glazed over with pain and shock, her 
mouth hanging open, drooling, her full lips bruised black 
and blue, her nose running blood down her chin, down that 
gorgeous neck, down between those wonderful fucking tits.

I stepped up to her, reached around between her and John 
and grabbed that sweet ass of hers, squeezed just to hear 
her fucking groan in agony, and then shoved my cock up her 
fucking cunt.  It was a fucking ride, so fucking tight with 
JohnÆs monster fucking cock up her ass, rubbing against my 
cock as I rammed into her cunt, her body a fucking rag-doll 
between us, a fucking plaything, a fucking piece of fucking 
meat which we fucked and fucked, our legs straining as we 
pounded her holes, filling her cunt and her ass, rocking 
that beaten, broken, burned, raped body between us, taking 
our fucking pleasure from that fucking piece of fuck-meat.

I came fucking hard, my hands grinding into her ass, my 
balls feeling like they were being pulled through my cock 
as I came, I fucking came for the third time that evening.  
John finished bellowing, his hands tearing at her bruised, 
burned, bloodied tits, and then we dropped her, letting her 
fall to the floor, moaning weakly.

We stood there for a moment, and I glanced at the clock.  
ôTime to go,ö I said, and we cleaned ourselves up using her 
clothes as rags, ignoring her as she lay motionless on the 
ground.  When we were dressed, I dragged her behind my desk 
and we bound her with some twine that John found in the 
mail room.  I figured the cleaning staff would find her in 
the morning, but by that time we would be receiving a VIP 
welcome from the governor of a tropical paradise, without 
extradition.

I was still thinking about Cathy Rollins eight hours later, 
even when I was shaking hands with the governor.  What a 
fucking fuck. 



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