Volleyball Charity (FFM+/F)(BDSM Heavy)

[TickleTorture]

Here is a story I wrote awhile back and figured I would post now. Want to do an epilouge but this is more standalone. Hope you all enjoy. Note, this is HEAVY on the bdsm and non-con, dont read ahead if you dont like that. Characters obviously 18+(this is a college team but to make it clear), I do hope everyone enjoys!



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Tara rolled her eyes as she saw the freshmen enter the locker room. Standing at six feet, with a slim body, alabaster skin, and long blonde hair to frame a pretty face one would be surprised that Tara could feel envious of anyone. And she would of course never admit that to anyone. But this freshmen more than irked Tara.

She saw her walking over to her. Tara had plenty of inches on her, almost half a foot. But in her volleyball outfit this ginger could lure the most faithful man away from his wife. Ginger hair with a freckled but not overly freckled face. A nice but proportional bust. Smooth skin with a toned core and great ass and athletic thighs that were showed off great in her volleyball outfit. Tara knew she was a hit at games for her looks. Though her charisma and skill is what irked her. Sure Tara was the Captain of the univeristy’s volleyball team. There was no chance that this ginger would overtake her, but Tara had a legacy at the university, and with the ginger’s skill, charisma, and then her looks on top of that there was a threat she could become the best her university had seen in volleyball.

“Hey Tara.” She said to Tara with a smile. Tara continued to arrange her locker after the practice. The season had actually finished, but they still had practice throughout the semester to help the younger players prepare for the following season. And Tara took her role as captain serious.

“Hello Emily.” She said still looking at her locker. She didn’t get how Emily still approached her. She had given the teen freshmen the cold shoulder all year, had been curt with her. Either Emily thought it was a challenge to prove herself to the senior, or she didn’t care and came to Tara to ask advice and talk just to annoy her. “How can I help you?” The blonde asked.

Emily smiled, leaning on the locker. Damn she had a body. Tara had to admit that. “Hey Captain, did you get my email last night. About the charity dinner I hope to set up?” Tara struggled to not roll her eyes. Of course she had gotten it. Goodie-too-shoes, wanted to have a dinner with the team to raise charity. Of course she did.

“No, I’m a bit behind on my emails.” The senior said to the gorgeous freshmen, she had the hint of an accent, revealing that she spent her earliest years somewhere else, but it had largely faded by now. “I can check it out tonight.” She said looking at the ginger. She would come up with some excuse. Emily smiled at nod.

“Thanks Captain, if you’re able to help set something up that would be awesome. Graduation is coming up so I know you’re busy but I think it could be a great event to raise some money for a good cause.”

“Of course.” Tara replied in a monotone fashion, Emily turned, still smiling, and walked down to her locker to change. She removed her shirt, a sexy midsection, toned but just a touch of feminine softness. She wasn’t thick, but she had an athletic frame kept slim from excercise, and her navel was very deep and round. She had brains, beauty, charisma, kindness, and skill. It made Tara livid.

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That night Tara was in her apartment rolling her eyes as she reread Emily’s email. “Stupid charity dinner idea.” She muttered to herself. “Should make money instead by have you auct-” She paued, a lightbulb going off in her head. She smiled and thought a moment before taking out her phone and calling a number. “Hey Uncle Jack! Yeah, I’m still doing good, about to graduate. Do you still make money through the finest goods around? Well, I was wondering if you could help me set up something.

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Emily looked around as she walked out of the library the next day. The beautiful ginger freshman wore jeans and a collard shirt. Casual and her body looked great in it, but still modest. She smiled as she saw Tara walking towards the library. She wanted to get the volleyball captain’s approval, but had struggled to for the entire year, even if she was already one of the best players on the team. She wasn’t sure if Tara just didn’t like her or was trying to drive her to be even better.

She was surprised to see Tara smirking as she approach. “Hey Emily, getting ready for finals next month?” She asked, her voice not exactly excited to talk to her, but warmer than usual. Emily nodded.

“Yes actually. Three weeks to go.” She said, looking forward to finishing her first year of college. “Were you able to look over my email I sent you?” Emily asked.

Tara smiled, the ginger was shorter than her, but she sure was pretty and her body was incredible. She looked nice with her hair in a ponytail. “I did actually.” Tara replied, the tall blonde putting her hair of her shoulder. “But I dont think we can set up a charity gala in two weeks, but I can set up something faster that will be more fun.”

Emily nodded, interested. “What idea is that?” She asked sincerely. Tara smiled, looked at Emily, setting her trap.

“Oh as head of one of the sororities here lets just say I can make a list of some of the wealthier students and their friends. I can have a party set up by saturday night, my uncle owns a penthouse in the city. We have a twenty dollar fee, a bunch of people will want to attend. Can make it an ‘end of the year charity bash’, or something.”

Emily nodded again, she had hoped to set up a classy charity dinner, but knew she probably came up with the idea too late. “That could be interesting.” Emily said, parties weren’t always her thing. She wasn’t an introvert by any means, she had attended some parties this year, she just wanted to make sure the event was above board. “And you could set it up by saturday? The money would all go to charity right?”

Tara waved her off. “Yeah don’t worry about that Emily, my uncle’s penthouse has a safe that I can put it in. Trust me it wouldn’t look good on my legacy if we had a party and all the charity money went missing. Dont want that in my final semester here.”

“Makes sense.” Emily replied.

Tara smiled now. “Good, I’ll email you the information later. Just make sure your calendar is cleared for saturday night.” She patted Emily’s shoulder. “Wear something casual but sexy, you have the body for it, it will be fun. Trust me.”

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Emily knocked on the door that saturday evening at five like Tara had said to do. Her uncle’s penthouse was at the top of a large apartment complex in the upscaled part of the city. Had to cost a million or two. Tara opened it, she wore a glittery tank top and jeans. She smiled as she saw Emily. “Come in Em.” She said.

Emily was surprised, she hadn’t been called Em by Tara before. Tara grinned, Emily wore a nice white blouse that had a bit of a v neck to it to show some cleaveage, but not a lot, and wore a black skirt that was fairly tight as well. “Nice place.” Emily said walking in, there was a large lounge, couches, a kitchen, and upstairs area. “Really nice.”

Tara chuckled. “He’s rich. But he’s not here right now and we get along, so he let me use this place for the party.” She said as they walked into the kitchen, snacks, sandwiches, and drinks were all there. Soda, water, vodka and rum. “So only a couple of the seniors from the team are able to make the party.” Tara said as she poured herself a shot of vodka. Emily nodded. Tara poured one for her and handed it to her.

“Um.” Emily muttered.

“Oh come on its a party, and it doesn’t even start for an hour, you’ll be fine with one shot, try it.” Emily nodded and took the shot, she had had alcohol before but she still coughed a bit as she felt the warmness in her gut.

“Wow.” Emily said coughing, Tara laughed.

“You’ll get better with it, now help me set up.” And for the next hour she did, everything was set up when the guests started arriving a little after six. Some of the seniors from the volleyball team that were good friends with Tara, as well as some male seniors that came from rich families. Other people she didn’t recongize, mostly male.

After a couple of hours of mostly listening to Tara chat with her friends Emily saw the blonde look at her. “Follow me.” Tara said walking over to the stairs that were roped off, Emily followed her to the balcony that overlooked the floor below. “All the guys here think you look fine as hell Em.” She said smirking.

Emily blushed. “I- well. That is nice to hear.” She said, she wasn’t the shyest girl, but being the main attraction at a party was new to her.

Tara laughed. “Told you. I know a way to raise a thousand dollars from these idiots real fast.” Tara said smiling.

“Really?” Emily replied.

“Yep, just follow along okay?” Emily nodded as she looked at the crowd of about forty or fifty people below. “Everyone! Everyone listen up!” She said smiling as the crowd turned to her. “I got our best freshman player in our volleyball’s team history here, and she looks sexier than all of us!” She said, both compliments made her blush. “Get your wallets out boys, and maybe girls, if you help us raise a thousand dollars for charity Emily will take her shirt off!”

Emily’s eyes went wide as the boys at the party whooped and cheered. “What?” She said in hushed tones to Tara.

Tara smirked. “Oh don’t worry Emily, we’ll stay up here away from their greedy hands. You want to raise money? Just got to take off your shirt, not like its any difference than wearing a bikini and I have seen you wear those.”

“O- okay.” Emily said blushing as the other volleyball players walked around and collected money from the wealth frat boys and other men that were at the party. Eventually Sam, Tara’s best friend held up the bucket she was raising money in.

“Thank you all for your kind donations! Emily, do your thing?” She said smiling. Emily was blushing almost as red as her hair as she undid the top button. “Oh come on be a little sexy doing it.” She said smiling as Emily looked out to the crowd as she unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off her shoulders, revealing a strapless white bra and a sexy and toned core with a deep and round navel. Tara grabbed the shirt and threw it over the railing as the crowd cheered. “Doesn’t she look great!” Tara said, walking around and holding Emily by the shoulders.

Plenty of men catcalled Emily as she blushed. “They seem happy.” Emily muttered.

Tara chuckled. “Oh they’ll be even happier after this.” She said. “Now, if we can get another thousand dollars, I’ll show off Emily’s body with some bondage!” Tara said as the crowd chaired. Emily’s mouth dropped.

“Wait Tara, what!” She said as the Volleyball players were quickly collecting the money. Tara winked.

“Trust me Emily, we’re getting so much money. It wont hurt I promise, just going to tie up your arms and give you a gag. You might even find it fun.”

“I doubt it.”

“Just go with it, the charity you donate this too isn’t going to ask for the specifics of the fundraising.” She said laughing while Sam held up the bucket again. “Okay follow me.” She said taking her into the master bedroom. She picked up a box and pulled out some rope. “Turn around.” She said.

Emily didn’t get a chance as Tara spun her around and took her arms and crossed them, tying them into a tight but not painful box tie. “Man that’s tight, can barely move my arms.” She said as Tara giggled.

“Like I said you might even enjoy it.” She said as she surprised the gorgeous ginger by wrapping rope around her upper arms and wrapped the rope around her breasts. Emily blushed as Tara rubbed her belly. “You know there’s some girls on the team that are envious of how good your body is.” She said rubbing her sexy midsection. Emily blushed again as Tara pulled something else out. “Now open up.”

“Huhmmmmphh?” She said a red ballgag filled her mouth. Wasn’t the largest ballgag in the world, but it still kept her very silent. She grunted as her ponytail was lifted up and the ballgag was buckled tightly behind her head.

“My you look great.” She said, sharply slapping Emily’s athletic rear through her skirt, making her jump. “Now lets go give the crowd what they paid for.” She said as she led Emily by her pound arms out the girl. The catcalls and cheers only increased as she was lead out. Tara took her down the stairs, guiding Emily as the crowd actually cheered. Emily’s cheeks very hot as she felt embarrassed and exposed, but they had made two thousand extra dollars for charity. “Back up everyone.” She said laughing, you can look but don’t touch.”

Emily was grateful for that as Sam walked up and cupped her breasts. “My, so beautiful, looks even better in ropes.” She said.

“Mmmmphhh!” Emily said, annoyed as Sam groped her breasts through her strapless bra, but couldn’t move her upper torso at all.

“Indeed.” Tara said as she revealed what she had hooked on her belt behind her back. She held up a leather flog. “And I say we have some fun. For every fifty dollars we get, I’ll flog sexy Emily’s belly once. So what do you say lets raise some money, lets go around the room once!”

“Mmmphhooommmph!” Emily said her eyes wide as she looked at Tara. Tara grinned, Emily was her’s now. She wanted to draw out the reveal, the punishment and abuse she would receive that night. But by now the trap was set, she was going to let out all her vindictiveness on poor Emily. She would make the sweetheart girl suffer for no other reason that she gave Tara a constant irrational rage.

“She’s excited by that!” Tara said giggling. “Now how much money we have Sam?” She asked with a grin.

“1200!” She replied.

“24 lashes then. Can you hold her Sam?”

“No prob!” She said walking over and holding Emily steady. “Thought you could just waltz in and act like you owned the place all year huh?” She said holding Emily firmly in place and Tara smiled and stood back.

“Mmmph?” Emily said, her chest rising and falling, hoping Tara wasn’t really going to hurt her with the flog. However Tara’s eyes showed a hunger as she flicked her wrist, harshly sending the flog onto her belly, spreading out across her midriff and tummy. “Mmmphhieeeeammphh!” Emily yelped at a stinging hot pain overtook her belly and her eyes started to water. Tara grinned and let Emily savor the pain before flogging her belly for a second time as the crowd cheered at her cries of pain.

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Emily shook her head as Tara grinned. “My she is a screamer huh!” She said smiling as she sent another lash across Emily’s belly. Sam held her firm even as Emily yelped. Another lash on her belly, then another.

“Mmmphhieeephhess!” Emily screamed, her eyes watering and tears falling down her eyes as she desperately tried to squirm out of Sam’s grip. The girls laughed.

“She’s a squirmer.” Sam said grinning.

Tara returned her grin. “Oh no doubt. Squirming to much.” She said as she walked over to Emily, cupping the freshman’s face. “You need to behave! We’re raising money for charity and you’re acting very selfish.” She said, giving Emily’s cute cheek a light slap and Sam pushed her up against a pillar and started to wrap more rope right above and below her breasts. Tara helped by tying additional rope around her still skirt covered thighs.

“Phhesss.” Emily moaned into her gag, her stomach still lightly stinging from the four slaps, it had a tinge of red on her sexy and toned belly. Terrified as she was now securely tied to the column as her ankles were also tied against it.

Tara smiled. “Sorry for the delay crowd, but we still have twenty lashes to go!” The crowd cheered this as Emily whimpered into her gag. Tara sent an even harsher lash against her belly, right across her midriff.

“Mmppghhahghghhieee!” She yelped, no where to squirm to now. The stinging pain overtaking her belly as Tara enjoyed her suffering, letting her marinate in the pain for about twenty seconds before lashing her tummy again, just as hard. “Aghhieeeeemmphhheess!” She pleaded through her gag to no avail. She couldn’t take this, even if it was for charity. Poor sweet Emily had tears fall to her eyes as lashes seven and eight fell onto her belly. She was sobbing now, the stinging pain and burning becoming immense as her smooth pale skin was starting to become more and more red.

Tara grinned now. She loved little miss perfect’s suffering. So sweet, so hardworking, and skilled at volleyball. She despised it, and to have her partially stripped and being tortured in front of the entire party. She loved it, the crowd she had invited smiled and watched on, cheering and her sobs and yelps of pain as she was lashed a further two times. “Don’t those screams sound wonderful!” She said smiling as Emily was lashed again.

“Mmmphhmphess!” Emily pleaded with the ballgag in her mouth and tears streaming down her pretty face.

“Oh I agree.” Sam said smiling as she watched. Five more lashes, Tara savored every single one. By the time she was at the eighteenth lash Emily’s belly was just as red as her hair. Tara immensely enjoyed her suffering.

Tara turned to the crowd. “Now, we have a few lashes left.” She said sending the flog across Emily’s tender belly. Making her head fall back as she cried out in tremendous pain, the stinging refusing to leave her belly. “Now, if we can raise another thousand dollars I will have pretty Emily change into a Slave Leia costume I have. Interested?” Cheers erupted as she lashed Emily once more.

Emily’s eyes went wide as she shook her head. “Noommphhhnoommph!” She yelled. Tara rolled her eyes and lashed her midriff even more harshly. “Agghieeemmphh!” Tara smirked looked at the crowd and saved her hardest lash for last. “Mmmmmphhieeeee!” Emily shouted in pain.

Tara chuckled as Sam held up the bucket. Tara smirked as she untied Emily from the column, taking time to rub her now very red and burning stomach. “Come on!” She said as Emily tried to squirm away, but was much to weak from her flogging to fight back. Her sexy and thick athletic legs shaking like jello as she was forced to climb the stairs. She tried again to get away from Tara as they entered the room, no longer wanting any part of this. “Nope, stop, you’re mine Em.” Tara said laughing as she shoved Emily onto the bed, she landed face down. Too tired and sore as her belly continued to burn.

She sobbed, feeling betrayed from what had happened. She didn’t even lift her head when Tara put a costume on the bed, just having her tears fall onto the bed. “Phhess!” She pleaded into her gag.

“Oh hush!” Tara said straddling her hips. “Now, I doubt you’re going to cooperate, so I’ll just have to do this the fun way.” She said as she unzipped Emily’s skirt and started to pull it down her legs. Emily’s eyes went wide, yelling into the gag in vain as she tried to fight. “Hush, I said hush!” She said slapping Emily’s rear end.

“Mmmphiee!” Emily yelped as the skirt was pulled away.

“Thats what I thought.” Tara said mockingly as she rubbed Emily’s thighs. “Have got to say Em you have a great body.” She said laughing as she slapped Emily’s thigh. Another yelp as it was a harsh slap that left it stinging. Tara chuckled as she grabbed the hem of Emily’s panties and pulled them down.

“Moooommphnoom!” Emily cried out, Tara pulled them down her kicking legs. She slapped her sexy bare ass, but Emily kept fighting. A moment later Emily felt a sharp stinging stripe across her thighs, like a bunch of bee stings. “Mmmphhiee!”

“Yeah this is a crop!” Tara said, smacking Emily’s thighs again, making her cry out again. “You can behave and help me get you changed or I can send this crop all over your body! Now, you going to behave?” Emily put her head into the sheets, sobbing in embarrassment and shame and nodded. “Good.” Tara said as she pulled up a royal purple lacy panties up her sexy legs. It was barely more than a thong and looked great on her. “Good.” Tara said before putting shackles around Emily’s ankles. Smiling she grabbed her bound arms and lifted her up.

“Mpheess.” Emily moaned into her gag, sobbing as Tara groped her breasts.

“Oh you have such a nice body Em.” She said mockingly as she undid her bra, pulling it off and continuing to grope Emily’s nice chest as she sobbed and squirmed. Just hoping to escape this night of terror. “You know Em, I lied, you’re behaving but still.” He placed a strapless bra onto Emily, it was designed similar to a Slave Leia costume, instead of metal or plastic it just had a matching design on it. Tara stood up, enjoying the sight, then she sent the crop across Emily’s thighs again.

“Noommmphh!”

“You see I’m still going to have some fun before we head back outside.” She said smiling as she cropped Emily’s thighs and belly, leaving stinging red marks all over her legs and midsection. Emily squirmed and sobbed. A knock on the door. “Come in!”

Sam came in smirking as Tara continued to torture the poor teen. “Oh beautiful. Is our slave still being punished for trying to be little miss perfect all year?”

“Oh she will be suffering for the rest of her life for that!” Tara said laughing and sending the crop across Emily’s perfect tummy, making her buck in pain and sob. She didn’t understand why Tara was doing this, why they had been acting like she had been arrogant or rude all year, when all she had done was apply herself, been a team player, and had tried her hardest.

But that was a great sin to Tara, and Sam was happy to make the beautiful freshman suffer. “So everything is set up with your uncle.”

Tara smirked. “Yes, but don’t ruin the surprise.” She cropped Emily’s firm rear. “Now lets get this pretty teen downstairs. We’ll have some fun with the bullwhip and then auction her off for a whole night of fun with the boys.” Emily’s eyes went wide. She screamed and fought her bondage as she heard this, sobbing and pleading as Tara forced her out of the room, Sam laughing and watching as the crowd whistled as Emily was forced down the stairs, her legs shaking, her shackles on display as she was lead into the crowd, the men whooping at her skimpy outfit, reachout out to grope her legs and body. Emily’s chest rose and feel in her strapless bra as she saw that a hook had been lowered from the ceiling.

“I’ll help with this.” One of the men said as her arms were untied, she tried to pull her arms away and fight no no avail and the man laughed and easily pulled her arms above her head and placed into the shackles that went around the hook.

Tara smiled and looked at the crowd. “Now everyone, I’m sure you’re eager to bid on who gets first dibs on her. But look at that body, in that outfit!” The expression of full terror and anguish on Emily’s face turned Tara on, her sobs, her sexy teen body covered in red marks. She was going to add some. “But first, I saw we give her, oh, thirty lashes with the bullwhip!” The crowd cheered once more as the first strike was sent across her belly.

Emily’s head shot back as she thought she had been cut in two. Her eyesight blurring and going black for a second as white hot pain over took her body, as though a white hot sword had cut through her belly. “Aggghhhieeeemmmphhiee!”

Emily felt tears immediately roll down her checks as the white hot fire stripped across her belly. Sobbing she could only hear the mocking cheers of the party guests as Tara mockingly laughed with Sam. She couldn’t believe this was happening! Why? She thought to herself. “Doesn’t she scream splendidly!” Tara said mockingly. She then stood back, sending the bullwhip across her belly once more.

“Aggghhieeeemphhh!” Emily scream, the whip leaving a harsh red mark right above the last one. As red as her hair and burning like a white hot knife. The wind was knocked from her as Tara laughed.

“Don’t worry we will get her sexy thighs as well!” Tara said sending a lash across each thigh, the whip curling around her sexy thighs. Her legs buckling in pain as she sobbed, shaking her head and scream.

“Mmphhhieeagghhhughhiee!” She screamed sobbing. Another lash across her belly. “Agghhiee!” Tara smirked, unlike the flog that made her belly more red the bullwhip left harsh red stripes on her sexy belly.

Sam smirked as she ran her hands along the harsh stripes. “I love how they show up on her sexy body.” She said squeezing Emily’s breasts as Tara walked around the sobbing ginger. Sam gave her ass a smack before running her fingertips again along the harsh stripes.

“Oh I do agree.” Tara said as she whipped Emily’s back and ass almost five times as she slowly made her way around Emily, adding lashes to her sides as she did so. Now up to twenty lashes as she gave her belly more attention.

“Dont you love those screams and begging!” Sam yelled as Emily’s body convulsed in pain in her bondage. Her body burning in agony as she sobbed, trying to escape her horrid position. “Come on, this is for charity, you like the show donate some more!” She said as Tara sent the whip across Emily’s midriff once more.

“Aguuughhhieee!” She screamed, her body bucking as she sobbed.

Tara smirked, observing how Emily’s torso and thighs were turning as red as her hair as her abused skin around the lashes also became red. She made sure each thigh got another lash. “Do love how I’m making a roadway of anguish and pain with this.” She said as she sent the whip on a diagonal line across her belly, making her scream once more. Then another, and another. She felt like her belly was being flayed alive piece by piece.

“We’ve made over ten grand already.” Same whispered into Tara ear smirking.

Tara looked at her. “Still got four lashes left!” She said whipping Emily’s raw and stinging belly once more as she shockingly still had tears stream down her pretty face. “Come on lets hear you cheer!” She said, another lash.

“Aggghhieee!” Emily bellowed, the lash going across her navel. Tara laughed, hitting her across her ribs now. “Phheesssmmmphieeeaaa!”

Tara grinned. “Oh I’ve been wanting to do this all year.” Another lash, again at her tortured and sexy midriff. “Worth the wait, and it will keep getting better.”

The last lash, on top of the previous one. Her belly was bleeding lightly in agony of her torture. This just made Tara even more happy as she finally stopped. Emily sobbed, hoping the torture was over as she hung limply in her bondage, exhausted and in agony. Tara walked up to her, giving her cheek a harsh pat. “Phheessmph!” She pleaded into her gag as Tara looked her over.

Emily was terrified by down of the cruel grin on Tara’s face. “My you look so perfect like this.” She said giving her stomach a stinging slap which made her cry out in agony as the raw skin was hit. “Whats next will be even better!” She looked over. “Right Sam?”

“Oh you know it girl!”

Tara walked over to the crowd. “Boys this is how it will go. Bidding for tonight starts now. Top bid gets her all to himself for round one. After that we go in order of the bid, pick a hole. Once everyone has a turn, well.” She winked at Sam. “We’ll see about round two.” Emily’s heart was racing, not wanting to believe what Tara was saying.

“Come on lets start the bidding, we want to see the big bucks!” Sam said clapping her hands. “Two thousand to start!”

“2100 come on!” Tara said.

Emily was too exhausted but sob and listen as the number rose higher. Finally after five minuets someone had purchased the first round with her for over five thousand dollars. He walked over, wasn’t from college, a dark haired and pale skin man who looked about thirty. “Hey sweetheart.” He said rubbing her side and caressing her breasts.

“Nommphesss! Phesss!” She tried to struggle, acting on instinct as she was untied from the pulley, but the man manhandled her over to where Tara was standing.

“Just place her down her.” She said as the crowd cheered. She had some strength left, but not nearly enough to fight off the fit and handsome man as he forced her face down on a sturdy old oak table. Tara was more than happy to tie her arms tightly behind her back, jutting her breasts out as the man groped her body and pinned her down. Tara stepped back. “She’s all yours.” She said with a wink.

Emily felt the man slap her ass for a couple of minuets, sobbing before he pulled down her thong. “Noommmphhh! Nommpheess!” She used the last of her strength to buck in horror but it only turned on the man more as he pulled down his jeans. Thrusting forward he entered her as Emily screamed and sobbed in anguish.

The man grinned. “Fuck she’s tight!” He said grinning as he pushed deeper and harder into Emily, who sobbed as she was raped by the man. “And her body is all hot from the whipping.” He added.

“Hope you enjoy her. Come on harder! Don’t want her able to walk tomorrow!” Tara said cruelly with a chuckle at the end.

Emily screamed, unable to believe the horror that the night had become. Tara just kept grinning as the man pounded into her from behind. She savored Emily’s rape as the poor teen screamed as the man had her way with her, being as rough as he wanted. Her eyes went wide and she screamed once more, her lungs on fire as the man climaxed inside of her.

The man winked. “My bad.”

“Oh dont worry we’ll give her the pill when we are done.” Tara said with a wink and a wave. “Rule is though have to clean up before the next guest goes!” She said smiling as the man pulled out. Emily didn’t move as she felt herself be cleaned off. Tara walked over. “Flip over my slave!” As her and Sam flipped her over, undoing the ropework and shackles around her legs. She was too tired to fight as her legs were pulled apart then back behind and under the table. Shackled onto latches underneath the table leaving her exposed and helpless as her head was pulled off the table by her ponytail.

“I’ll take her mouth.” The next man said grinning as her arms were undone only to be pulled and shackled to the corners of the table. Emily shook her head, begging and pleading as Tara looked at Sam once more.

“Have the gag?”

“Right here.” Same replied pulling out a circular metallic object. Tara smiled as she pulled out Emily’s ballgag.

She sobbed. “Please, I beg of you ple-ahhhie!” Tara had sent a harsh slap across her face with a stern expression.

“Slaves don’t talk!” She said cruelly. “Now we’re making money for charity so shut up.” She said wedging the ring gag into her mouth and buckling tightly behind her. “Will also help us keep you hydrated.” She said as Sam poured a waterbottle down her throat, making her gag after a brief moment.

Sam chuckled. “Weakling.” She muttered walking away as a man walked up, unbuttoning his jeans. Another rubbed Emily’s smooth and athletic legs as he made his way inbetween her legs.

“Enjoy.” Tara said chuckling.

“Nopmmheesaghcacckk!” She cried out as the man forced his large member down her throat. Sobbing as she shook her head. A moment later the other man penetrated her from the other end. “Noachhhgghakkckagck!” She screamed. The two men pistoning harshly into her. The man forcing her to deepthroat as he pressed down her throat.

Tara walked back over. “You know what really makes getting head feel great?” She said smiling. She sent the flog down harshly over her raw and stinging belly.

“Aghhieeacckeihhack!” She screamed as the man put his member deep down her throat. He grunted in pleasure, holding it there for a moment as she choked for air. He winked over at Tara.

“You can tell she’s inexperienced but she has talent.”

Tara grinned. “That is great to hear.” She said, overcoming with pleasure watching the goodytwoshoes who was little miss perfect all year get raped from both ends at once while her body screamed in stinging agony. Finally the man let her gasp for air before he pushed into her throat once more. “You better swallow all of it slave or I will flay you alive understood!” She flogged her belly again for emphasis as Emily nodded. The man pushed deep down her throat again, climaxing. Emily swallowed and swallowed, gagging and pleading for air until finally the man finished.

“Very nice.” He said as he used her mouth to clean himself up. Emily sobbed as the other man climaxed inside of her.

“Come on people, even if its not your turn we have more flogs! Keep her body as red as that hair!” She said grinning as some men walked over. Emily screamed as two more men took positions. Pistoning roughly into her, making her body ache and her throat sore. She screamed, sending pleasurable vibrations down the man’s cock as Tara and two men flogged her belly while each of her thighs got their own personal flogs.

Emily sobbed and screamed, her body on fire, all the while for the next several hours she was raped continuously. From both ends constantly. Her only break was the occasional water as she swallowed that as well. The party guests greatly enjoyed her body, caring little for her sobs and pleading.

After a couple of hours Tara walked up. “Need to get out of these heels.” She said as she stepped out of them. “Wore knee high socks, yeah I know what a statement.” She said giggling as she took those off as well. “You can have fun soon boys just want to have her to myself for a moment!” She said as she mockingly rolled the socks up into a ball and shoved them into the ring gag.

“Mmmmhyyyph!” Emily screamed sobbing.

“Why?” Tara said mockingly. She lifted up a foot and placed it on Emily’s face. “Because you, hot body and smart brain, and good heart, are so annoying! Walking around in the volleyball outfit making men stare! Well this is what they wanted from you from those games! Not volleys, sex! Or rape I guess.” She chuckled.

“Phheeessmmph!”

Tara used her toes to pinch Emily’s nose. “No, not listening to your begging. You were just so perfect. A good team player, a natural young leader. Wanted to do a charity dinner! Should of learned your place, which was being worse than me in every way!” She let Emily breath finally as the poor teen sobbed. Not understanding the hate and vile Tara had for her. All she had done was try to be a good teammate, a good person, and now Tara had arranged a night of agony for her.

“Its only 2AM, she can take more.” Sam said walking over.

“Oh yeah, no doubt.” Tara said smiling. “Come on boys, she has plenty left in her!” She said slapping Emily’s belly. At this point much of her body from hours of flogging and the bullwhip were more red than her hair, a shade of boiled lobster. And a burning analogy was fitting as her body stung horribly.

Still she endured almost three more hours as guest after guest came up to her, using her holes for their pleasure as she was tortured and screaming, so exhausted by the end she couldn’t even squirm. Finally she passed out shortly before five. Tara chuckled, she knew she had to arrange everything soon.

“Sorry boys, the party is over!” She said grinning finally as Emily was cleaned up for a final time. “Remember so sign your NDAs before leaving and thank you for this wonderful night.” Sam smiled, winking at her as they undid Emily’s shackles and took her up to the bedroom.
***
Emily woke up the next morning, her vision blurry as she blinked. Moaned as she had a bad taste her mouth and her body still stung horribly. She gasped, trying to sit up and found she was on her back, her knees bent as shackles connected her wrists and ankles into a hogtie. Her throat was sore, as were other areas of her body. She also realized that she had been stripped completely nude.

“Mmmphh! Mmmmphhheeelmmph!” She screamed into her gag, not realizing that Tara had shoved her socks into her mouth before making a cleavegag to keep them in.

“Ah finally awake, its almost nine.” Tara said grinning as she walked over. Emily sobbed at this. “Oh don’t cry.” Tara said smiling. “We made twenty-five thousand dollars for the charity last night!” Emily shook her head, no amount of charity was worth what she had gone through. Her stinging and aching body could attest to that. “The charity is going to be so grateful to be when I present it to them.”

“Mmmph!” Emily’s eyes shot wide at this as Tara caressed her belly and breasts. Giving them a squeeze before she responded.

“Oh yeah, I’ll be the one getting the credit for the charity.” She said winking and leaning forward. “You see, I’m afraid you’re not done with bondage.”

“Mphhphhess.” Emily begged into her gag. The poor beautiful teen just wanting mercy at this point. For an end to her torment.

Tara chuckled softly. “No, I’m afraid my Uncle is on his way now with some of his men.” Emily’s eyes became wide as she shook her head, begging into her gag until Tara harshly slapped her raw belly, making her scream. “Hush now! I’m afraid they don’t have time to have a bunch of fun with you. Well not here at least.” She said winking. “You see-” The penthouse door opened and multiple footsteps came in.

“Tara!”

“Uncle!” She said smiling as a man, appearing in his 40s and fit, walked over. He looked Emily over and whistled.

“My oh my. Gorgeous, but you worked her over last night.” He said with a monotone expression. Emily shook her head in shock as he looked her over. As though a person would look over a prized car at auction. “Oh she’s very nice.”

“I was just explaining her new place in life.” Tara said grinning.

Her uncle shrugged. “Sorry for interrupting.”

Tara giggled. “Yes Em, you see, you’re such a perfect little angel. Good heart, great looks, phenomenal athleticism and brain. Such potential. Well you see my Uncle works for a secret group that gets rid of all that potential, except for your body.” She couldn’t stop giggling in anticipation. “He’s going to take you Emily, and you see, you aren’t going back home, or to your dorm, ever again. My uncle is going to sell you as a sex slave at auction.”

Emily closed her eyes and screamed at this. “Noommphhess! Phehesssmph!” She sobbed, not wanting it to be true but knowing that it was as one of the men took out a large dufflebag.

“Oh yes.” Tara said. “And I’ve had my uncle arrange for your auction to be nothing but sadists!” Emily wailed in terror and anguish at this. “Poor sweet Emily.” She looked at her uncle. “Should sell well, barely 18, great body, sensitive to pain.” She slapped Emily’s belly again. “Stop whining, all the sadists my uncle sales to are handsome at least.” She chuckled. “But yes, say goodbye to your family and future, last night was just a taste of what was in store for you.”

“Phehesspheeeessss!” She screamed as her uncle walked over.

“Now now, cant have this.” He said rolling her over on her side and giving her sexy ass a couple of hard slaps as Emily yelped and screamed. Taking out a rag he held it over her face for a minuet until she fainted. The poor sweetheart of a girl was put into the tight dufflebag to be smuggled out by a team of slavers.

“Thank you so much for this Uncle. I’m on a wave of pleasure from this.” Tara said grinning as she saw the teen being carried to her new life.

“You always were my favorite sadist.” Her uncle said with a small smile. “You'd do so damn well back home in Dracon. I thank you, she will sell very well, and to an extremely cruel buyer, just as you requested.” He added. “Though yes they’ll keep her alive, you said you wanted her to live out a long life of suffering, I have arranged just that.”

Tara grinned. “You’re my favorite Uncle. Thank you so much!” She said as she watched the dufflebag taken from the room. Poor Emily, the teen taken into a life of abject cruelty that awaited her. Tara was overwhelmed with pleasure and happiness at that fact.

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Locely! Eotic!

Thanks! Anymore thoughts or comments? Glad you liked it, its not exactly in past tense, but it was fun to write and I had it sitting around for years