Thread: A Father's Anger (FreeUse & Whisper Twice)

You couldnt imagine the terror I felt as my clothes were ripped from my body by the mob. Having my arms cuffed to the pole behind me made things worse. I was unable to defend myself as hands chose to rub along my smoothness. They cupped some parts of me, and smacked and pinched others. Someone was filming what was happening to me on their cell phone. I had no doubt that video would end up on the Internet soon. One Hispanic man stepped forward and placed his hand on my vagina. He said a bunch of things in Spanish to the camera. I dont know what he said, but it made everyone laugh at me. The only word I made out was Trump. At Davids order, my humiliation began. The crew began to stroke their cocks while jeering and berating me. The fastest of the group squirted their semen onto my bare thighs. I slid down to the base of the pole. My knees covered my breasts as best they could. The squat really wasnt as protective as I had hoped, especially now that my arms were now twisted taut behind me. Again and again, the men ejaculated on me. I closed my eyes wishing it over, but I kept being reminded I was trash. Every 30 seconds or so, I felt a new drip or squirt on my naked body. Some warm, some cool, but all of it filthy. Two of the crew were obviously gay men and in love with each other. They werent looking at me, just enjoying each other until they each came. They kept their eyes locked on one another as they shot their loads onto my hair. I wasnt even a sex object to them. Just a place to drop their sick waste on. When all was done and the crew walked off laughing, David came back to berate me. I dont even know what he was saying to me - I was too caught up in the sheer humiliation of it all. I had lost and now I was nothing. He uncuffed me knowing that I wasnt able to resist at this point. I was led, naked and sticky to a large, decorative barrel in a nautical themed room. Within a few minutes, he literally had me bent over a barrel. My hands and feet were bound so tight I couldnt even squirm. A gag was tied firmly around my mouth and head. I bet you think I am going to rape you now, David said menacingly as he looked down at my helpless form, but I spoke with your parents. You father has seen me break hookers before, and doesnt wish you defiled to that life-altering extent. I am still free to do whatever else I want with you until they arrive in the morning to claim you. With that, he undid his leather belt. He doubled it in half and made a snapping noise with his new whip before turning to strike my upraised ass with it. The pain was mild, even a bit bearable. A minute after that first strike, he began in whipping me in earnest. Full, hard strokes now fell on my exposed bottom. No pause to evaluate or for him to even savor what he was doing to me. Just a constant staccato that felt like two smacks a second. Sometimes the belt would land on both cheeks, and other times he would allot a series of strikes to one before switching to the other. I bit down on my gag as hard as I could. I was already defeated by David, but I didnt want to lose any more. I held for about thirty seconds before I started screaming into the gag. I couldnt help it my butt was on fire and continuing to get hotter. I could barely feel the strokes through the inferno raging on my naked ass. I was tied too tight adjust even the slightest. The only part of me that could move was my neck and I lifted it as I screamed in pain. I shook my head back and forth as I only wish I could move my ass under the constant trashing. I could see David bringing his arm way back between each strike. Every hit was rapid and at his full strength. His face was a mask of concentration the belt a blur. For David this wasnt about sex or kinky sadism. It was even far beyond dominance It was all about him punishing me Locking in my head through sheer terror and pain that he was the superior human. One person physically instructing the other that their mind and body were nothing. I felt that nothingness as he tanned my hide. Finally fully broken, even my consciousness surrendered When I came to, it was dark in the room. It was night and I was still fully tightened to the barrel unable to move. My butt still felt enflamed and prevented me from falling back to sleep. After an hour of lying there thinking about how far I had fallen, I heard whispered voices behind me. There were at least two maybe three men stifling laughs and whispering about my bright red, but still expertly shaped ass. I couldnt see them, but I could hear taps on a cellphone. After that, a few bright flashes from them snapping pictures. Something was pushed into my rear. I was too shamed at this point to even resist. My anus fought hard to protect me, but eventually it too surrendered and let the cool object slide in. I groaned as they toyed me, but didnt cry. I never got to find out what they put in my body, because after a few more pictures and some thrusting of it, the mysterious crewmen pulled it out and walked off laughing amongst themselves. Sleep came and when I awoke, still fully tight across the barrel. I heard my father and mother talking in the next room. Whatever they were saying, it was definitely a cordial and happy conversation with David.