forward channel as well, before proceeding with her whipping. I produced another vibrating dong from my bag of tricks, and taking pity on her poor tortured snatch, I lubed this one up as well and thrust it down into her upturned box. She cried out as I forced the dildo into her pussy; even lubed, the channel was tight, sore, and swollen nearly shut, made smaller by the dong already filling her butt. I turned the vibrators on the lowest speed, and as she got used to them filling her, she started to moan her pleasure. My cock was growing painfully against my fly, the bulging head straining to peek out the waist-band, and so I slipped my jeans and briefs off. I must've looked pretty silly standing naked from the waist down with a half-hard cock circled by a leather studded cock-ring twitching in the breeze, still wearing my leather jacket and t-shirt, but fuckit, my juicy little piece of tail wasn't laughing at me, that's all I knew. As the vibrators did their work inside her, Karen's moans started to increase in intensity, and I drew my favorite whip from my toy box. I lashed between this teen's legs; with perfect aim I laid a stripe length-wise along her pussy, the tip of the lash catching her clitoris squarely. A goddawful caterwaul ripped from Karen's lungs when the whip landed on her naked twat and kissed her clit; my cock jumped straight up in the air at the sound of her scream and the sight of that artful stripe that I'd laid so perfectly down the middle of her snatch. I rained blow after blow then onto her exposed pussy, drawing back with all my force and aiming first for one side, then the other, raising bright red stripes along the plump bulge of her cunny, pulling my cock furiously with my other hand as Karen's screams intensified in volume and hysteria. I aimed for the tender area where her legs met her crotch, lacing her inner thighs with neatly placed stripes, periodically lashing her tender swollen clit to hear her scream in un-rivalled agony, my cock each time threatening to leap from my groin and burrow into her un-assisted by the rest of me. Even as I lashed her, I knew she must be getting aroused, the force of the whip landing along the base of the vibrator driving it into her cunt a bit each time I struck. Still thinking of her re-sale value, I stopped just short of drawing blood, and flipped her over so that she was kneeling with her butt up in the air, her shoulders pressed against the bed, her cheeks widely spread, exposed to my cruel ministrations. I lashed down between the cheeks of her ass, the whip licking along the tender edges of her violated butt muscle, as Karen shrieked and wailed, completely helpless as I drove the vibrator deeper into her with each searing blow. The inside cheeks of her ass were now covered by an un-distinguishable mass of angry red stripes; Karen was hoarse from screaming, able to emit only rasping grunts of agony as she twisted her head from side to side against the bed, drooling and crying. My cock was dancing in front of me, its full fat ten inches straining towards her exposed loins. I flipped Karen back over on her back and turned the vibrators wedged in her cunt and asshole up on high and began rubbing up and down along her tortured private parts as she thrashed her head and wailed helplessly. My cock needed a taste of her delicious little pussy, and I lusted to grind my hips brutally against this young teen's raw, whipped loins. I cut her arms free from her knees; I'm sure she hardly noticed the sensation of the tape pulled from her body, with her pussy and ass so freshly whipped occupying all her attention. I attached her arms back to the cuffs on the wall over her head, and released the strap binding her knees to her chest. She moved to lower her legs; shrieking in agony she quickly pulled them back into position, the whipping having made it more desirable for her not to move than to protect her exposed genitals. I smiled then, and pulled the vibrators from inside of her and deposited them with the one already lying in the bottom of the shower. The vibrator I pulled from her cunt trailed long strings of slime that attested to her arousal. Karen lay with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms stretched over her head making her breast jut out nicely, the angry red area of her tortured loins begging me to grind my hips there. I grabbed the backs of her knees, still not having spoken to her in the time I'd been back, and thrust the full length of my shaft deep into her moist depths. She shrieked hysterically and arched her back as I slammed the head of my cock into the entrance of her young womb, this time not from the pain of my cock battering her cervix, but from my hairy loins grinding against her swollen, tortured pussy-lips. Karen's box was INCREDIBLY wet and slippery; the whipping had excited her more than I'd expected, and I lurched on top of this little fourteen-year-old slut, sliding my dick in and out of her snatch as it convulsively gripped my shaft each time my groin slapped into the tender red flesh of her whipped snatch. Even though she shrieked as if I was killing her, her cunt sucked at my stick, pulling me into her, begging me to slam her raw flesh, hurt her BETTER. I felt her belly beginning to tighten, and I didn't want her to come yet. I pulled my meat out of her box, dripping with the juicy evidence of how much my pain had pleasured her, and remembering the bag of "supplies" in my jacket pocket, I retrieved a box of push pins. I grabbed her right nipple with my right hand and pinched the little nub firmly between my thumb and forefinger; with my other hand I pushed one of the pins relentlessly into the center of the nub, driving the 1/4" length of the pin all the way into her flesh. I left the little nail embedded in her nipple, smiling as she screamed and thrashed her head, and drove another one into her left nipple. Satisfied with this new level of cruelty, I thrust my cock back into Karen's cunt, slamming into her abused twat as I simultaneously pressed and twisted the tacks in her teats. Karen grunted and moaned, thrashing hysterically, the agony in her loins competing with the torture of her tits, even as this child's cunt continued coating my cock with it's declarations of pleasure as my meat ground insistently into its depths. I felt her about to orgasm again, and I leaned forward and pulled the push-pins from her nipples, as blood began to leak like red milk from the tips of her breasts. I grabbed Karen's tits roughly, pushing my cock up into her, rubbing my loins against her brutalized flesh, and began sucking the blood from her breasts, slamming into her especially hard, enjoying the sensations of her near spastic contortions as I ground myself between her legs and chewed at her bosom; I slid up her body as I fucked her, blood from her punctured titties staining my t-shirt, and pried her mouth open and began frenching this little slut, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, sharing the blood of her breasts with her, kissing her wetly, redly, staining her mouth and face a wet crimson as I simultaneously sucked fucked and kissed this hot little wench. Karen was crying and twisting beneath me as I lay on top of her, moving insistently inside her, her cunt-walls gripping me hotly. I needed to take this all up a notch. Frankly, I was enjoying my catch so much that I no longer cared if she had any retail value after I was done with her, I just wanted to get my rocks off. From my pocket I produced a small box of straight pins. I sat back up on my heels, and with my cock still buried in Karen's snatch, I clutched her left breast and drove one of the pins into the edge of her areola; Karen shrieked and twisted, but with her arms bound and my cock in her cunt she couldn't move much. Her twisting on my cock only excited me more, as each pin I pressed into her nipples caused waves of anguish to ripple through her body and massage my dick. Her pleasure centers were so confused, so overloaded with pain that they were reporting it back to her as ecstasy. My cock was sliding easily now in Karen's cunt; too easily give me enough pleasure. I like fucking young girls BECAUSE they're tight and dry. Pulling out of her, I unlocked Karen's hands from the wall over her head. She immediately went to clutch at her tits, remove the instruments of torture, but I slapped her hands back, still never having spoken to her the whole time I'd been balling her. I pulled her to a sitting position and cuffed her hands behind her back, then forced her back onto her back. I smiled down at Karen as I knelt between her legs, my cock dancing, my shirt stained with the small quantity of blood I had tortured from her breasts. "So, you little slut, you're awful hot for it this morning." It was going on six, I'd been at her for about an hour now. I was starting to sweat in my jacket, but it gave me a kick wearing it, it seemed to intimidate this little bitch even more. Karen stared at me, wild-eyed, nostrils flared. "Tell me how you want it." I smiled cruelly. Really, I bared my teeth at her more than smiled. Karen breathed hard, staring at my psychotic speed-crazed face, blood still leaking from the tips of her breasts. "hard." she whispered, terrified at what she saw in my face. "fuck me hard." I grinned. "If you say so," I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Karen screamed as her breasts smashed into the bed, driving the many pins in her nipples deeper into her sensitive breast tissue, small red spots appearing on the blanket where the punctured tips made contact. I supposed I was probably destroying some milk ducts or something, but for all the pleasure I was getting from this healthy little dick-warmer, I hardly cared that some potential brat might not be able to suck his mamma's titty. I lay down on top of Karen's back and thrust my cock into the tortured, whipped crack of her ass, splitting the ring of her chafed, abused sphincter with my cockhead and ramming my dick into her rectum, as she howled helplessly, a bit of lubricant from the dildo that I had recently jammed in there easing the way only a bit. My added weight on Karen's back crushed her tits more cruelly yet, driving the pins even deeper into her as I ground myself in her ass. The cuffs securing Karen's hands behind her were digging into my gut, though, so I pulled out of her ass and grabbing her hips I pulled this tasty little bitch to a kneeling position, her screaming increasing as her tits dragged along the bed, her punctured nipples leaving a thin red streak along the blanket, the pins twisting inside her breasts tearing the flesh. I split her ass-cheeks and thrust my hard fat ten inches deep into her chute, ramming in and out of it's soft hot depth. Karen wailed as her breasts were pulled back and forth along the bed by my thrusting in her ass; she shrieked anew when I leaned over her and reached around to cruelly twist her tortured clit that I had whipped so recently; she screamed harder as I slammed my rod into the abused depths of her rectum, twisting myself viciously inside her; she wailed and shrieked as I pulled at her hair, riding her like a stallion, my cock buried up her ass burrowing into her, thrusting and bucking as hard as I could. And every time I slammed it home, buried to the hilt in her ass, my balls slapped wetly against her pussy as it poured out its juices proclaiming its lust. "Tell me you want it bitch!" I bellowed at the girl rocking beneath my like a wild pony. I pushed into her backdoor with a tremendous force, knocking her knees out from under her as she fell forward to lay prone again. I followed her falling form, my cock still buried up her ass as we fell. The breath knocked out of her, I commanded her again to beg me to fuck her. I _knew_ she wanted it, as much fluid as her cunt was pouring out. "Tell me, slut!" I demanded. I moved so I was kneeling with my knees around her ass, my hands pressing between her shoulder blades, mashing her tits and all the pins I had stuck into them into the bed. I slammed into her with vicious thrusts, picking her hips off the bed a fraction with each brutal penetration. Karen was howling, a sound that was hardly human echoing in the room as I rode her. "FUCK ME!" she bellowed. I swear she had started meeting my thrusts, even as my dick now sparkled red in the Christmas lights from the blood of her tortured rectum. "Grind my ass HARDER!" She WAS enjoying it, she wasn't merely repeating my words anymore, but making up her own in her lust. I slammed into her as hard as I could as the blood from her ass ran down between her legs to mingle with the juices still pouring from her pussy. I moaned as I felt my nuts begin to jerk, knowing I would come soon, pumping my cock in this girl's ass as hard and as fast and as deep as I could. "Oh GOD!," Karen wailed, and I felt her whole body spasm as orgasm after violent orgasm ripped through her groin, as she thrashed uncontrollably beneath the punishing blows of my cock reaming out her butt. I started to come too then, driving into her, my jism now thinned from so many ejaculations in so short a period mingling with the blood of her brutalized ass. Our body fluids combined to form a pinkish ooze that leaked out around my cock buried up her butt. I lay on top of Karen for a while after we came, feeling my dick still buried inside her, only half-soft after this last orgasm, already twitching with the stirrings of a new lust. Karen sobbed beneath me, pain and humiliation and incredible pleasure no doubt all junked together in her brain, just as I had intended. I pulled my semi-erect dick from her ass, coated with her blood and some of my cum, though thankfully no shit. Getting up from the bed, I took one of the remaining pieces of her pink sweatshirt from the chair and wiped the blood from the crack of her ass. She writhed from the pain, no longer enjoying it now that her orgasms had passed. She didn't seem to really be bleeding anymore, so I wadded the piece of shirt up and tossed it into the bottom of the closet along with the other refuse. I flipped my little piece of poonie over on her back, her arms cramped beneath her, and leaned over her; using my teeth I extracted the pins from her areolae. The nubs of her nipples had stopped bleeding from the tack-holes; by the time Sal retrieved her they would be scabbed over and un-noticeable, though her nipples were swollen out to gumdrop size and would be painfully tender for many many days. Some people like big fat nipples, it wouldn't be a problem. I moved along the side of the bed and grabbed Karen's head and turned it sideways and presented her with my blood- and semen-coated cock. Tears leaked from her eyes; she remained mute, but when I pressed the shining red head against her lips, she parted them and sucked my semi-hard bone into her mouth, allowing me to fuck into her face without struggling as I slid the length of my shaft down her throat and thrust in and out, enjoying the warm wetness of her tongue and the sharp contrast as her teeth grazed the head of my dick. I pulled my nearly erect rod from her face, and held my hand over her mouth and placed the other one along her throat. She swallowed this time without me having to tell her, and I smiled and stroked her hair. "I told you I would make you beg me, and you would really mean it." I said to her. I went into the bathroom to clean her body fluids off of myself, to clean the toys I had tossed into the shower, and to prepare for the next round with this juicy little tart. Archive-name: MED-Chcknhwk1-5 I showered lazily, thinking as best as I could with a raging boner and a lot of speed still pumping around in my bloodstream. Nunzio's boys, Sal and whoever Sal worked with, would be picking up the merchandise in another twenty-four hours; I had reached the limit on what I could do to Karen that wouldn't show. Kind of too bad, she had such soft creamy flesh, firm, but smooth, it begged to be scratched and squeezed and poked. But hell, there would be others, some of them I'd be willing to use up myself, Christmas was coming up in another month and a half, I'd treat myself then. I needed the cash on this baby. Problem was, I'd really excited my blood lust; if I couldn't draw blood, I still needed to hear the little cunt scream to keep me really hard, I needed her twisting spasticly, tortured beyond endurance, even while the juicy hole between her legs sent jolt after agonizing jolt of pleasure coursing through her limber young body. It was going on seven, it seemed like I'd been filling my teen meat forever. I got an idea. Almost as fun as physical torture is painful humiliation. The Puerto Rican who ran the desk from midnight to eight would be around for another hour still, and I happened to know that he let two fucked-up homeless Vet buddies sleep in the boiler room. He'd given me the look a few times, like he knew what business I was in, and like he didn't mind, so I thought I'd try and pick up some spare change, give Karen some practice before Nunz' put her to work doing god knows what. (... I don't know NOTHING...) It was tough stuffing my monster woodie into my jeans, but I managed somehow. I let the shower go cold, that helped. Swaggering out to the lobby, jeans, white t-shirt, boots, I caught Ramon napping. He was a dark little fucker; some of these PRs are hard to tell from blacks; a lot of times it's the name that's the only clue. I leaned against the counter, scratching at the stubble sprouting on my face, and drummed my fingers. Ramon opened an eye to peer at me, unabashed at being found sleeping. He didn't like me, he figured I was a goddamn *maricon*, because of the young boys he'd seen me with, though he seemed to be confused by my "machismo". "Whatchoo want, eh my man?" this guy scowled at me, for interrupting his nap. "Wondering, just wondering." I smiled at him, moved away so he could get aload of my hard-on. My eyes were bright red, my pupils were about as big as they can be, from all the crank, from being awake, and UP, for over twenty-four hours now. "Wondering if you need some pussy. Chinga senorita?" Ramon snorted at my fractured Spanish, but I caught his pupils dilate. He was pretty cool, but some things you can't control. "Young pussy?" he asked, tonelessly, as if not really interested, just making conversation. "Too young isn't legal," I kept my face flat, testing. These spics man, you gotta be careful, you don't know what'll set them off, like the wops I deal with, you also gotta be careful; about family and sisters, they're all of them fucked up. He looked away, at the TV set that was playing one of the morning shows. "Ain't legal to spit in the subway either." "No," I agreed, "it also ain't legal to fuck someone says they don't want to," I added conversationally. Ramon eyeballed me sideways, still mostly focussed on the TV. From where I was standing, I could see his dick jump at my last statement. He had to know about my "proclivities", he'd been working nights as long as I'd been using this hotel, and my god, my "guests" made enough noise at times to wake the dead. *** It took some cryptic haggling, but we finally agreed on $400 for him and his two 'Nam buddies, for four hours or as long as they lasted whichever came first. With the condition that I got to watch, and participate if I felt like it, which I doubted I would. "Seconds" doesn't appeal to me, sticking my dick in some snatch that's already filled with another guy's jizz... GROSS! Though I sure did still want to jack off in Karen's face, spit my cock-snot all over her body, make her drink my cum. I realized that somehow I'd missed that treat; she'd sucked me, I'd fucked her face more accurately, but I hadn't shot anywhere but in her pussy and ass. A hundred of that $400 take had to go to pay Vito not to shoot his fat ugly mouth off to Sal that I was pimping off Nunzio's goods to the help. Though technically she wasn't Nunzio's till he paid up, I wasn't gonna argue *contract law*, right of ownership, with these guys. It got me thinking again about how it might be nice to start up my own business, let Nunz' in on it so's not to get WHACKED, of course. The setup now though, it was low risk, and I got plenty of fresh meat. I went out for some breakfast, still contemplating my business opportunities, finding some amusement watching the ants scurry around the streets dragging bread crumbs to the queen in their briefcases, while I waited for Ramon to get off work. *** Karen was sleeping when I got back to the room around 8:30. She was lying face down on the bed, her arms still cuffed to her waist, her hair splayed about her shoulders, her legs spread, exposing her sore, swollen pussy lips. I watched her sleep, noticing that her buttocks were dotted with small red marks where my fingers had grabbed her in my fucking frenzy, her back streaked red where my nails had scraped her. I smiled. The marks were fading already, now a merry pink instead of angry red. Smiling, I removed my boots and slipped off my jeans and underwear, to release my swollen rod. I climbed on the bed and removed the harness binding Karen's arms to her waist. She lay completely unbound. "Free..." Karen moaned, rousing slowly from her exhausted near-coma drowse, as I rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs reflexively now, and without speaking to her, I looked deep into her eyes and lay my full weight on her. She moaned as I entered her. I thrust my bone into her unresisting depths, and she closed her eyes to look away from my face hovering over her as I pinned her beneath me, grinding myself into her over-used box. I grabbed Karen's head in my hands as I continued to gently rape her nearly limp form. She was far too exhausted to struggle against my unwanted attentions, not without more violent stimulation. For the moment I was content to merely make her writhe emotionally. "Look at me," I demanded. Karen opened her eyes, the tears rolling down her face the only physical acknowledgement that my meat was still stretching her interior, pushing insistently between her spread legs. "I'm only the third guy you've ever fucked, right?" I asked her as I thrust myself vigorously into her. She closed her eyes and winced as my cock hit home. "Yes," she answered, more tears splashing from her eyes as she rocked beneath my humping thrusts. "Well today we're going to double the number of guys you've laid." I smiled cruelly, as Karen started sniffling, then sobbing, as my meaning slowly penetrated her sleep-deprived brain. She pushed her hands up against my chest, perhaps finally realizing she was no longer bound. I casually slapped her hands away, holding them pinned to the bed above her head, as I began balling her more urgently. It pleased me, the way her face reddened, her bottom lip quivering childishly as I fucked up into her, harder and harder as my lust grew, tears flying from her face as she twisted her head, trying to hide the pain my cock was administering to her abused loins. "Some friends of mine want some young pussy," I told her as I slammed into her. "I told them what a horny little slut you are... " I moaned, trying to maintain some control, my cock growing ever harder as I prepared to shoot yet another load of cum into this choice little receptacle. "... they're going to..." I grunted, rammed my meat harder and harder... Karen sobbed out of control, exhausted, humiliated, her lower body on fire. There was a timid knock on the door. I moaned loudly as I felt my nuts jerk out of control. "Ohhhhh......." I spurted a small stream of cum into the babe beneath me, lying quietly on top of her, clenching and unclenching my butt muscles, feeling her back arch as my weight flattened her breasts, the nipples swollen painfully where the pins I had punctured them with had twisted in her flesh. "I told them what a little tramp you are," I pulled out of Karen, and slapped her gumdrop sized nipples so she squeaked in pain. With her hands free she clutched at her breasts to try and ease the pain. "I told them how you've been screwing and sucking your uncle and his friend, how you beg me to fuck you really hard." I grinned wolfishly as she lay meekly clutching her tits, her legs still spread, her twat leaking my fluid. There was another soft knock on the door; I flipped on the overhead light, I wanted to really get a good view of the action I'd set up, and I slipped on my jeans and let in Ramon and the two bums who lived in the boiler room. It looked like they'd showered, probably the maid had let them use one of the rooms that she was cleaning. Miraculously, their clothes were clean. Ramon handed me the four bills; I wondered where he'd come up with the cash; probably knocked off a liquor store, maybe robbed a church, maybe it was just their months pooled VA checks. I didn't ask. I didn't care. The taller skinnier one looked like some black Jesus, long black curly afro spinning away from his head at all angles, his beard and moustache thin and ratty, no doubt from a lack of protein, bad diet. I had the good sense not to ask if the guy was really black or just a PR, some guys are really touchy about that. The smaller boiler room rat was definitely NOT a spic, he was pale and pudgy, kind of baby-faced, I'd bet anything he was one of the last to be drafted; he probably wasn't more than twenty-seven, twenty-eight when I met him. Ramon had a nice crazy shine in his eyes, as he looked at me, at the naked girl crying on the bed clutching her breasts and leaking cum. "Chingao..." he breathed. "So young. Like that VC girl we bagged, over there..." The pudgy young guy giggled, his cock bulging against the front of his worn, faded jeans. "C'mon man let's fuck her, we're wasting time." Ramon pulled his shoes off, pulled his pants off, let them drop to the floor by the side of the bed as he climbed up onto the bed between Karen's legs. He slapped her breast experimentally, smiling when she arched her back and cried out, his dick lurching happily. I sat back on the chair near the bed, got myself a beer, offered one to Ramon's compadres. "Nah, fuck man," the black one shrugged, pulling off his shoes and pants to let loose the most outrageously huge cock I'd ever seen in my life. "He ain't gonna take long." The little guy just giggled and wanked himself harder through his jeans. "Whatever." I kicked back to enjoy the unfolding entertainment. Ramon rammed his meat into Karen and started humping into her like a goddamn bull. From where I sat I had a nice view of his cock spearing into her pink twat, splitting her lips wide, my cum squeezing out around his cock as he pumped her. The little guy was really getting into it, yanking himself furiously, giggling, offering encouragement. "Fuck her, man, pound her tight little pussy," he cheered. "Is she tight man?? I'll bet she's really tight, she's not very old." He was fucking his hips in time with Ramon's gyrations, his eyes half closed with lust as he rubbed his boner. The black guy was much cooler, he simply stood, watching the Spic ball Karen, slowing pulling his mammoth dick as it got harder and fatter and longer. MAN I wanted to see that thing bury itself in Karen's young pussy, I wanted to see if he could get it past her butt muscle without tearing it. I half thought it wasn't going to fit in either hole, but the effort alone would be a sight worth seeing. And no doubt hearing. If ANYTHING could revive the little slut, that cock ripping up into her belly would. Ramon was nearing climax; I could see his nuts jerking, and Karen was starting to revive a bit, screaming and arching her back as he clutched her tits in his orgasmic ecstasy. He rode her high and hard, their pubic bones slamming together with a bruising force, picking her hips up off the bed as he skewered her. Grunting and thrusting, moaning something in Spanish that sounded like a prayer, he shot a hot thick load into Karen's cunt; I watched as it leaked out around his softening dick; he pulled out before he was done coming, and landed his last sticky spurts on her bald twat, rubbing the shrinking head of his cock in the small puddle. "Chingao!" he moaned, rolling off as Karen lay with her legs still spread, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clasping her freshly traumatized boobs. He rolled to a sitting position, perched on the edge of the bed, and watched as the little guy tossed off his jeans, no underwear, I noticed. He leaped enthusiastically onto the bed, diving between Karen's spread legs, flopping himself on her prone form. His fat pink belly slapping against hers, the kid started humping into Karen like a wild dog on a bitch in heat; he was so fucking horny he came after about five strokes, groaning and cursing himself. I swear I thought he was gonna start blubbering, no shit. I'da started laughing but man, it's not too swift to laugh at wacked out vets. And this kid was WACKED. "Calm down, kid," Ramon slapped his ass, "Plenty of time to get it up again, let Mook have his turn and she can suck it up for you." The kid crawled back off the bed, perched on the dresser near where I was sitting, to watch "Mook" take his turn with my prize. The black guy, Mook, stepped up to the end of the bed. He reached forward and grabbed Karen by the legs and dragged her so her ass was hanging just over the end of the bed; he folded her legs back against the sides of her body and leaned forward, pressing the gigantic head of his monster cock against the opening of Karen's cunt. Karen whimpered pitifully as the dark head of Mook's cock tore into her, it really was making me hot seeing his dark black pole forcing its way into Karen's small young body, splitting her pale pink pussy lips wide, his dark skin seeming even darker against her pale white. Our semen helped grease his way, but it seemed like his dick was still ripping her up inside, the way Karen was beginning to twist and writhe. Mook groaned and snorted, pushing harder, till he seemed to hit bottom, at least by the way Karen arched her back and twisted, yet he still wasn't buried to the base. He pulled nearly out, sure enough there was plenty of blood coating his shaft, though it was hard to see, he was so black. Mook slammed his cock back into her and began banging my little wench, her screams increasing slowly, building, as his cock continued to split her tender young cunt wider than it had ever been stretched, except perhaps by my fist, but I hadn't fucked her as hard or as deep or as long, not with my fist. Ramon was getting hard again, and impatient. "Hey man, Mook man, roll her over, let's make a san'wich, hey?" They must've been a team, with a lot of experience, because even in the midst of his frenzied fucking, Mook managed to grab Karen's body and roll over onto his back so that _he_ now lay on his back with his butt hanging over the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, his cock still buried in Karen's twat. He clutched her to his chest so she was bent at the waist, her legs straddling Mook's, buns up, her ass exposed, as Mook continued with her reaming. Ramon stepped up behind Karen's exposed buttocks; Mook automatically spread his legs to give Ramon access, like they did this all the time. Ramon grabbed Karen's ass cheeks and quickly thrust his dick balls deep into her chute, and grabbing her hips he began thrusting into her with incredible energy. Karen screamed bloody murder as the two cocks tore into her lower body; Mook would thrust up into her cunt, pulling her up off Ramon's cock buried in her ass; as Mook withdrew Ramon would slam his cock up into her rectum, the two cocks battering her in a relentless rhythm. They took turns mauling her already tortured breasts, Ramon pinning her hands behind her back while Mook squeezed and pinched and slapped her tits, occasionally reaching around to join in the fun as her body slammed up and down on the intruding lengths of their meat. Ramon was the first to come; he pulled out of Karen's ass trailing blood and cum and shit, squirting a load of jism onto the creamy cheeks of her buttocks, sweating from the exertion. "Mama give me a taste of this bitch' ASS now!" Mook hollered. He rolled over again and pulled out of Karen's pussy, dribbling blood and trails of previous occupants' cum. The kid had climbed back on the bed, eager to get in on some of the action again, and the two of them pulled Karen to a kneeling position, towards the center of the bed. The kid jammed his stiffening little prick into Karen's face, pulling on her hair, only barely muffling her screams of agony as Mook's enormous bone tore into her ass. Holy shit I nearly came then as I saw that thing split her cheeks; the ass muscle looked like it might rip in two; her body was twitching and jerking, contorting spasticly as that thing bull-dozed into her bowels; Karen managed to shake her head loose from the kid's groin and bellowed her agony; screaming hoarsely as Mook started to pump her ass. Something in the kid snapped; it pissed him off when Karen managed to free her mouth from his cock "Suck me you little bitch you little fucking tramp fucking slut cunt whore goddammit SUCK ME!" He screamed, enraged, slapping her face half a dozen times, as she shrieked out of control, the dick in her ass blanking everything else in importance. The kid grabbed Karen's hair at the roots and slammed his cock into her mouth, muffling her screams. Thrusting wildly, he drove his dick down her throat, thrusting his hips forward as Mook's efforts in her ass drove Karen's mouth forward on the kid's cock. Blood blossomed on Karen's face as the kid's pubic bone slammed into her small pig-nose; the kid laughed maniacally as his groin was painted red with her blood. The three continued fucking Karen for almost three hours; taking turns in her ass and pussy and mouth; sometimes simultaneously, sometimes alternately, as they rested up between orgasms; making her suck her shit and blood, their cum, off their cocks, getting them hard again to rape her in another hole. She was rolled and spanked and squeezed and fucked in every position they could imagine, but finally they were too exhausted to continue. After they'd left, I sat looking at the limp, exhausted, blood- cum- and shit- crusted remains of my horny little slut. The blanket she lay on was rumpled and twisted and covered with the drying remains of her blood and the three men's fluids. Karen's hair was matted with their sperm, her face caked with blood from her nose, dried semen from her rapists dicks, shit their cocks had pulled from her own ass. She lay unmoving, drooling their cum, breathing raggedly, her throat raw from screaming around the dicks that had violated her mouth. Still, though her nose had accidentally been bloodied and her ass and cunt leaked blood from within, she'd not been bruised, and except for the pins that had punctured her nipples the surface of her skin hadn't been damaged. She'd scrub up well, I'd still get a fair price for her. Nunzio had paid me twice what I was asking for this little cunt for younger kids who were in much worse shape physically, age was the main factor, so long as the kids I delivered weren't obviously dying or sickly. I spread Karen's legs on the wide spreader bar and again hung her upside down in the shower, her hands cuffed and hanging below her head. I inserted the nozzle of the hose I'd attached to the tub spout into her pussy again, this time running icy cold water into her. The cold would help stop the bleeding from her torn up insides, help her blood clot. But more importantly, exhausted as she was, Karen still managed to maintain a good healthy wail as the icy cold water seized up her bowels, adding to misery of her abused depths, and adding vigor to my erection. I'd saved myself for this last foray into my little honey. When the water running from her cunt at last ran clear of blood and cum, I took Karen down and bent her over the side of the tub so that her head hung into the bottom of the tub, her ass pointing out at me. I needed to clean out her colon, wash out the blood and cum that had accumulated inside her over the last 20 hours or so. I retrieved a large butt-plug from the bag in the other room, and turning the water to a very low trickle, I inserted the nozzle into her ass. Having some mercy, I made the water warmer, and filled her up. I pulled the nozzle out and quickly jammed the butt-plug into her ass to hold the water inside her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold her water, her ass-muscle too recently stretched beyond its limit. Karen groaned as the water filled her belly; I reached around her and pulled and twisted and pinched her clit while I let the water do it's work inside her. She moaned and struggled as I twisted her button, I pinched harder, scratching at the tender pink flesh of her snatch as she yelped and rocked against my attentions. Satisfied that she was still responsive, I pulled the butt-plug from her ass and quickly sat her on the toilet as water mixed with shit and blood and four men's numerous loads of ejaculate shot with an explosive force from her ass to fill the bowl. I hung Karen back upside down in the shower, and proceeded to hose down her exterior. I shampooed the filth from her hair, pulling roughly at the snarled, matted mess. I roughly scrubbed the exterior of her body with a course nylon scrubber usually used for pots and pans; it left her skin a lovely pink. I shaved her again, Nunzio would prefer her smooth, just as I did. I had removed my pants before I started to wash her, knowing it might be a messy, wet business, and started fucking Karen's mouth as I washed her, the warm water caressing my cock as I rolled it around her face, fucking up into her throat until she threatened to suffocate. As exhausted and used up as she was she still managed to cry and twist when I scraped her swollen pussy and scrubbed the tender abused button of her ass. I had done cleaning Karen, and was now merely enjoying torturing her; I would force one last orgasm out of the little cunt, leave her with a bellyful of my seed, before leaving her to Nunzio and Sal. I sat on the cool smooth side of the tub, my cock planted in Karen's mouth, one hand on the back of her head, holding it steady as I thrust up into her throat, the other hand scraping her pussy lips with the scrubber as she futilely tried to twist away from it. My head was level with the space between her spread legs; as I continued to thrust into her mouth, my cock growing harder and longer as I thrust faster, I leaned forward and bit down on the little nub of her clit, bit as hard as I could. I don't know now whether I was trying to bite it off; perhaps to claim her pleasure for my own, take it with me when I left her, in any case I didn't succeed, she kept her clit. Karen shrieked, suddenly rejuvenated; her pussy spasmed, as I clamped my teeth down on her little pleasure nub. I thrust into her mouth, strangling her cries as my cockhead slammed into her tonsils, sliding past her soft palate and up into her throat each time I bit her, twisting her clit with my teeth as I held my cock in her airway, her whole body tensing with the attempt to scream sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to the tip of my prick. I came quickly, shooting my cum the length of her throat, slamming into her face as I gnawed desperately at her clit. I pulled out of her mouth, dribbling cum around Karen's face, I let her hang there upside down, her head in my lap, as she swallowed my seed. She knew better by now than to spit it out. "God baby, you've been really good," I told her. "I'll remember you." I watched as this teen's pussy lips rippled through their latest pain-induced orgasm, her pussy slick not with water but the juice of her cunt. "you're leaving" she rasped out. I couldn't tell whether it was a question or a statement. I left her hanging there while I cleaned up the rest of the room. I took the blankets, her ruined clothes, the refuse from the bottom of the closet, the crusty blanket from the bed, down to the incinerator in the basement, destroy any evidence, any blood and body fluids, I tossed my t-shirt, the one with the blood I'd drawn from her tits, in there as well. I remembered her duffle bag too. I didn't look at the contents before I incinerated it, probably there was a picture of her family, some ratty old teddy bear she'd had as a baby. There might have been a couple bucks, but I didn't really want to open these kids' stuff and look at their pathetic pasts. I had to destroy any evidence tracing the prey to a former life, it was just common sense if I didn't want to get caught. With the room cleaned, any traces of her body fluids removed from the bed, the down from her jacket vacuumed from the carpet, her bllod and body fluids scrubbed from the shower walls, I tied Karen spread-eagled, face down, to the bare mattress. I patted her butt as I prepared to leave. "you're leaving." she rasped again. "stay." I rubbed between her legs and she humped up appreciatively towards my hand. I gave her a small shot of morphine in her butt. She'd want some rest before they picked her up. And I was starting to crash in a very big way, if I didn't get back to my cozy little flop in Brooklyn I might never make it there. My dick was exhausted, and the rest of me agreed. And now that I truly owned this little bitch, now that she WANTED me to torture her to pleasure, now that she would do whatever I wanted, I had no use for her. The conquest is all. I did the cruelest thing I could ever do to her then. I left.