Cheerleaders' Rape and Torture - Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jim and I walked into the bar, it was ruckus as usual, there was a show
going on-stage but I couldn’t really make out much, it just looked like it was a girl-on-
girl scene and not too exciting.
I was totally shocked when I saw Lisa heading towards us naked across the
floor. Her arms were outspread and locked to a steel spreader bar that looped
around her neck like a collar. Her arms were connected to hooks at the end of the
metal bar with rings to her cuffs. Her face looked tired and her make-up streaked
down her skin as the tears dribbled down her cheeks.
“Holy Shit Jim, check this out.” Jim started grinning as he turned his head and saw
Lisa moving towards us, there was a tiny dark haired girl pulling her along by a leash,
the girl was clothed, but barely. She wore towering high-heels like Lisa, and then a
thong bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her engorged, pierced, cunt lips
bulged out around the floss like ribbon of cloth between her legs and her nipples
were scarcely covered by the almost sheer fabric of her top. You could easily make
out the thick rings in her nipples.
“Twenty bucks a piece, see how many clothespins you can get on her tits, winner
gets a blow job.” Lisa sobbed, hardly lifting her eyes to look Jim or I in the face.
Drying cum was splattered over her forehead and dribbled down her chin, her large
breasts shuddered as she was tugged to a stop before us. Her jiggling breasts were
pock-marked with bruises.
I reached out and smacked my palm on Lisa’s tit.
“Holy shit, how is our little girl doing?” I ran my hand over her smooth belly, you
could tell they’d worked her hard, her stomach was tight with the muscles now well
defined.
“Do you want to see how many clothespins you can get on my tits Sir?” Lisa cupped
her hands into little fists, I could see the way she struggled to stay still on the
towering heels as she strained to get out the humiliating offer.
“The record is 28 for one tit Sir, wouldn’t you like to see if you can beat that, or
earlier, a gentlemen got 10 on one cunt lip if you’d prefer to try and break that mark.”
Lisa couldn’t even look me in the eyes, I could barely hear her over the din of the bar.
“Whatta say Jimmy?” I smacked him on the back, “think we can oblige the slut?” I
reached in my pocket and pulled out a couple twenties.
“Here.” I handed the bikini clad girl the money.
“No, wait.” I grabbed a couple more twenties and slipped them under the thin strap of
her thong. I knew Mack wouldn’t have charged us if we had wanted it that way, but it
was kind of fun humiliating Lisa in the bar, and it did made my dick start to throb just
thinking about it.
“Let’s make it interesting, we’ll see how many we can get on her tits, and labia.” Lisa
visibly shook as the little girl with the leash handed Jim and I each a cloth bags filled
with colored clothespins; mine were red, his were blue.
“Gentlemen, you can start when I say go, the only rule is, when you’re both done,
she’ll have to jiggle her goodies for 30 seconds, if any fall off, they don’t count, so
make sure you get them on good and tight.
“On your mark, get ready, set, GO!” Lisa cringed as Jim and I moved towards her
breasts, clothespins eagerly in hand. I instantly went to her nipple and pinched it
between my fingers, making her hard bud even more engorged.
Jim went for the meat of her tit, he slapped his palm down on her flesh for
fun, then started pinching her skin, snapping the clothespins down around the base
of her breast. One after another he locked the heavy wooden pins in place around
her tit.
Lisa was cooing in pain, her hips swaying as Jim and I worked on her
breasts, she jerked her outspread arms side-to-side as she whimpered. I started on
her nipple, first crushing the little bud flat between my fingers and snapping one
wooden pin on the right, then the left side, of her aureole. I wasn’t sure if it would
hold, but I put one clothespin over each of the first two, letting the jaws lock down on
the other ones, pressing them tight so she had 4 clamps biting down on the nipple.
Jim had already got a loop of pins around Lisa’s breast before I started on
the tit meat. I could feel her tears dribbling off her chin and onto my hands as I
locked more and more clothespins on to her tit, I started making concentric circles of
wooden pins around her breast.
Jim was having problems keeping the little clamps in place, he was working
so fast and Lisa squealed in pain each time one of the clothespins popped off her
bulging flesh.
The circles of clothespins danced on Lisa’s tortured breasts with every
agonizing breath she took. Her knees were wobbling when I fell to the floor between
her widely splayed legs and started snapping the strong clamped clothespins on her
swollen and red labia.
I could feel the sweat dripping off my brow when the little girl finally bellowed “Stop”.
Lisa screeched in pain as the last clothespin I’d put on her cunt lip snapped off.
By now a crowd of eager voyeurs had circled around us and were
murmuring impatiently to find out the results. I k new Lisa would be busy the rest of
the night after our little contest had enticed the masses.
Lisa was sobbing as I ran my hand over her cheek, her breasts looked like a peg
board for the wooden clothespins, and her pussy lips like rows of piano keys.
“Let’s see who is the winner!” The little girl’s voice echoed through the large bar, it
had grown quiet, at least as quiet as it could as the assembled crowd stared fixedly at
Lisa.
“Jiggle cunt! Go!”
Apparently I’d taken more care in my planning than Jim, as Lisa started shaking her
body, jiggling her tits and swinging her hips, a good number of his clothespins
snapped off her flesh and fell on the floor. So, while he’d had more initially on her
breast and pussy, in the end, it was a much closer count as mine seemed to stay in
place much better.
“Time to count Sirs.” The little girl stepped forward and one-by-one started tugging
the remaining clips off Lisa’s body. She shrieked in pain as each one popped off her
skin, tears streaked down her cheeks as the whole bar started counting off our
totals. Lisa twisted her body side-to-side as the final clothespin was tugged off her
breasts, she was sobbing pitifully as the blood raced back into her sensitive flesh.
The dark-haired girl was particularly brutal with the clips locked to Lisa’s pussy lips.
Her legs were spread wide, and with each clothespin the girl tugged off Lisa’s
tortured flesh, it seemed like every muscle in her body went into convulsions of pain.
Her knees buckled on multiple occasions and I was amazed that she didn’t collapse
on the floor in a heap.
The clothespins made a little clicking sound as each one dropped into the
appropriate bag. The crowd grew more and more frenzied as each wooden peg was
slowly, agonizingly, snapped off Lisa’s trembling body.
“14, 15, 16…” The crowd counted along with the dark haired girl as one after another
she tugged the pins brutally off Lisa’s body and dropped them in the proper bag.
“31, 32, 33, 34…34, you’re the winner Sir.” I reached out and smacked Carrie’s
breast with my hand.
“No record this time Sir, but you’re the winner with your total of 34 clothespins on her
breast and pussy. You’ve won a blow job.” One of the men squeezing close in
around Jim and I slapped me hard on the back in congratulations.
“She’s one hot fucking bitch, I want to use her next!” He was grinning manically, the
lust was visible in his eyes as he stared at Carrie.
“How ‘bout it buddy, want her, you can have my turn.” He looked at me with
consternation.
“Really, Seriously? Fuck yeah I want the cunt!”
“Enjoy it man.” I shook his hand, then started to walk away.
“On your knees bitch!” Lisa fell to the floor sobbing as the little girl holding her leash
barked at her. Lisa stared up me, we exchanged glances for an instant as a tear
dribbled down her cheek, then she started gagging as the man I’d given my prize to
rammed his prick down her throat and started face fucking her in the middle of the
surging throng of people in the bar.
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“Hey boys, how’s it going?” Mack had his hand running through a thin blondes hair
when we entered his office. It was the girl we’d seen before in his clutches, back
when we’d returned Carrie to him. The girl, she was squatting to his side, naked,
mounted on massively high heels with a thick black leather collar tight around her
neck. A chain ran from the collar to a ring in the floor keeping her restrained to the
small area at Mack’s feet. Her nipples were hard and puffy, her pussy was swollen
and red, it looked as if she’d been used recently, and hard at that. A thin line of
frothy white cum dribbled down the inside of her thighs and dripped into a small pool
on the floor between her spread legs.
“Hey Mack, how are you doing?” Jim and I exchanged handshakes with the massive
man.
“Get out of her cunt, we’s got to discuss bidness.” The girl was visibly shaking as he
patted her on the head like a dutiful pet. One of his goons came over and opened
the lock to the chain, freeing her. She stared fixedly at Mack till he nodded at her,
then she scurried away quickly, like an obedient dog.
“I saw you out in the bar, that was one hell of a show you boys put on. That bitch is
going to be busy the rest of the night. You made me a hell of a lot of money boys
and I’ve got to thank you for that.” Mack smiled and stroked his cock through the
fabric of his pants.
“I’ve got something to show you, something I think you’re gonna like.” Mack
chuckled, then pressed his thick meaty hands into the armrests of the chair and
forced himself to his feet.
Mack was wheezing as he led us through the bowels of the bar. You could
still hear the music pounding, but more it was the sounds coming from the rooms in
the hall that drew our attentions, the fuck rooms as they were called. We stopped at
the first window in the hall.
“Check this slut out, she’s too old to work the floor, but she loves to suck cock, and
the boys don’t mind her looks when they’re getting their knobs sucked.” There was
an older redheaded woman kneeling on the floor of the small little cubicle. There
were holes in three of the walls with cocks jutting through each opening. The woman
was working one with her mouth while she was stroking the other two with her
hands. She wasn’t ugly, but had long since past her prime. Her long curly red hair
was streaked with lines of sperm and her chest was covered in cum that dripped from
her chin and mouth.
“$5 for a blow job, it’s kind of a loss-leader, but I think it cuts down on some of the
problems in the bar, quick way to relieve stress.” Mack grinned as the muscles of red
head’s back contracted when the cock in her mouth exploded. She worked hard to
gobble down the load filling her mouth, only letting a few drops dribble down her chin
and land on her jiggling tits before turning to the next cock nearly ready to blow.
“I want to show you Carrie, I’ve got the little cunt in the most wonderful contest.”
Mack waddled away from the window down the hall.
We stopped at a little alcove, there was an opening with chairs set up for viewing.
Mack collapsed heavily into one of the seats and Jim and I sat by his side. Carrie
was in the room, it was a nice room, unlike the glory-hole we’d just seen the redhead
in, which was basically just a cube with rubber lined floor and walls for easy clean-
up. This room looked like a Victorian parlor, there were dainty chairs and paintings,
and it was lit with frilly lamps. It looked very feminine and refined, except for the way
Carrie was mounted. She was on her back in the center of the room, her legs were
spread wide attached to the floor and she was arched over a rounded cushion. Her
hands were pulled down and locked to rings set in the floor. Her head was bent back
at the perfect height for face fucking.
“This is for couples, give them a little treat too, a fun little contest.” As Mack was
speaking, a pair entered the room. They were probably in their early 30’s, average,
typical for the patrons of the bar. The man collapsed on one of the velvet lounge
chairs and pulled his cock out of his pants, slowly he started to stroke it.
My dick started to ache as I watched the woman fall to her knees between Carrie’s
spread legs, there was a padded cushion for her to kneel on the floor. Almost
instantly she started running her hands over Carrie’s inner thighs and belly. I could
hear Carrie start to groan as the woman’s tongue darted over her pussy and in the
folds of her sex.
“You see, the woman, if she can make Carrie orgasm in under 5 minutes, then her
husband, or man, get’s a blow job.” Mack chuckled heartily as Carrie’s head bobbed
in delight as the woman lapped her tongue over her wet pussy.
“She basically cums and sucks cock all day. I can’t even tell you how many people
pay to watch this shit, not to mention the couples who line up to use the girl.” Carrie
started to moan louder and louder as the woman between her legs buried her tongue
in her slit over and over again while rubbing her clit hard with her fingers. Carrie’s
hips were grinding into the woman’s face as she cooed in delight.
“Oh God, oh my GOD, OH MY GOD!!!!!” Carrie started screaming in release as the
muscles of her belly quivered and her body exploded in orgasm. Her head jerked
from side-to-side as she desperately tried to close her splayed thighs.
“OOHHHHH MMMMYYY GOOODDDD!!!” I watched as the man slowly got off the
lounge chair, his dick was long, hard, and bobbed as he shuffled across the floor
toward Carrie, his pants down around his ankles.
“OOHHHH MMYY---“ Carrie gagged as the man buried his cock between her lips, he
had his hand around her throat and the other at the back of her head and he started
face fucking her roughly, his wife kept lapping her tongue magically on Carrie’s
throbbing pussy.
“That was fucking quick.” Mack turned to look at me and grinned.
“She works an eight hour shift. It’s a fucking gold-mine.” Mack laughed
uproariously as Carrie choked on the shaft in her mouth.