Kayley groaned, head hanging limp as Buddy continued to thrust in and out of her.  She bounced with his movements, her breathing ragged.  She heard his words and didn't doubt it for a moment, he was a sadist if not worst.  She squirmed as his fingers dug deep into her ass, but there was no escape, all she could do was sit and take it as the old bastard enjoyed her body.  She wondered, briefly, how it had all gone so wrong.  Those thoughts quickly vanished as the other men turned their attention on her.<br/><br/>The sudden appearance of the cat-o'-nine-tails caught Kayley by surprise, and she let out a shriek that was perhaps a bit loud for the amount of pain.  Her clothes, still hanging from her shoulders, provided some protection.  Still,<em>it hurt</em>, as it traced a series of stinging welts across her back.  She jerked forward and arched her back with the blow, her breasts bouncing towards Buddy's face, her arms bending backwards, and her entire body sliding up on his cock before she dropped back down as her shoulders screamed in protest and the awkward position won out.  She whimpered, skin glistening with sweat and eyes watering, and managed to bite back her shriek with the next strike, though she still jerked away.  For Buddy it was surely a pleasant feeling, as she bounced on his cock.<br/><br/>The sex, the torment, dragged on into what felt like an eternity.  She didn't think to count the number of strikes they layered on her back, and there was no clock for her to watch as Buddy continued his uncomfortable thrusting in and out of her abused sex.  She felt Buddy's movements quicken, and was caught between relief that it was almost done, and horror at what he was about to do.  She whimpered as she felt him cumming inside of her, the first man to ever do so.  The first seed to fill her.<br/><br/>The whimper turned into a yelp as she was suddenly shoved off of him, her shoulders and wrists screamed in pain as her entire weight landed on them.  She had a brief sight of him, still erect, as she swung for a moment in search of her balance.  When she found it she knelt, panting, all but naked, the skin beneath her tattered top covered in red welts, the lips of her sex slightly red as if blushing, even as Buddy's semen dribbled and oozed from her.  It was a disgusting feeling, and she didn't even want to imagine what the camera was capturing.<br/><br/>"I'm Kayley."  She whimpered in response to his questions, or at least began to when she heard the door suddenly slam open.  She lifted her head to look, eyes blurry.  "What?"  She asked, as she was suddenly dropped unceremoniously onto the bed with a thud.  She pushed herself up with her manacled hands just in time for a hand to close into her hair and force her head around.  A pill was shoved into her mouth which she swallowed without thinking.  She might have spit, but it would have required a fight.  She let out a groan of protest, then the biker's rigid cock appeared in her face.  There was no thought of biting, and little chance of keeping it out.  The cock pressed against her lips, against her teeth, then slid over her tongue and towards her throat.<br/><br/>Kayley gagged as the biker's taste and smell filled her mouth and nostrils.  Her eyes, already wet, began to water.  She struggled to relax her jaw and throat as the biker seemed less interested in her sucking, and more interested in straight up fucking her.  She felt her hips being tugged up, felt her knees being positioned.  She wondered, for a moment, if they were they recording a close-up of Buddy's mess?  Then she didn't have to wonder any longer as a new cock slid into her.<br/><br/>It was too much for Kayley.  She could see little but the biker in her mouth, could taste nothing but his cock, and smell nothing but his scent.  She had never felt so full, and had never felt so dirty.  She was on her knees and manacled hands, her clothing was in tatters, and drugs were coursing through her system.  The two bikers each thrust at their own rhythm, bouncing her between them.  Her breasts swayed, and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the room.  Saliva began to coat and dribble from Kayley's chin as it dragged on and, slowly, her body, encouraged by drugs, began to react.  It was sensory overload  The cock behind her, despite discomfort, despite soreness, began to feel pleasant.<br/><br/>The realization horrified Kayley, but there was little she could do.  The men fucked her with no care or interest in her pleasure of well-being.  If it was an interrogation, Kayley thought, it was an effective one.  Pain she could have resisted, could have girded herself against.  This, this horrified her.  She felt it building with each thrust, a warmth, a vibration, a pleasure.  It formed in the pit of her stomach, and she would have whimpered if she hadn't been gagged by the cock continually questing for her throat.  Her leg trembled and, as it built, she found herself focused on little else.  She wanted, no, she needed completion.