Of course she would

Without warning, Victoria slams the belt in a downward arc, straight at your open pussy.

“CRACK!!!”

It sounded like a thunder strike as the belt collided with your pussy. The crack echoed through the locker room, quickly followed by your scream of agony.

Like the first, the second blow came down without warning.

“CRACK!!!”

The boys were shocked at how hard she was swinging and how loud the blows were, but obviously none with opposed the the glorious show presented to them.

You were sobbing, incoherently begging for mercy. It wasn’t understandable, but even if it was, it wasn’t going to stop Victoria’s onslaught. She readied the belt above her head once more.

“CRACK!!!”

For the third time, Victoria brought the belt down onto your pussy, before handing the belt back to the boy. Red welts were already forming on your pussy.

“I’ll be right back. This bitch really needs to be taught a lesson.” Victoria says quickly leaving the room.

It took you awhile to regain enough composure to form comprehendable sentences again.

You look up at the boys. “Why? Why would you say that to Victoria. I never called her anything. I agreed to let you fuck both of my holes. Please you still can, just let me go.”

“Well I was just curious to see what Victoria would do. I never imagined she would whip your pussy with my belt. And after seeing that, there’s no way we’re letting you free now. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure both of your holes still get fucked.”

That last line stomped more fear into you, but you didn’t have time to even think about that as Victoria busts back through the door. She has returned with a plastic jump rope and a wet shower towel. She hands them to the other two boys. All three boys, now each with a weapon of pussy destruction, look back down at the exposed puffy target between your thighs.

“Alright! Go to town boys!”

They all understood their assignment. They ready their weapons in their buff arms, suitable to rain down even worse suffering to your battered pussy. The guy with the belt was the first to step up to the plate.

“NO DON’T! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!”

Your plea for mercy was ignored.

“CRAAAACK!!!”

Pain explodes once more through your pussy. The belt had landed directly on your clit and spanked you down your lips. Before you had time to fully process the blow, the next guy swings the jumprope down.

WHISHH!

You heard a faint swishing sound as it cut the air right before you felt it slice between your pussy lips, hitting your clit dead on. It felt like your clit was flung across the room. You weren’t even sure if you were thankful that it hadn’t and simply rested between your puffy lips once more.

The third boy follows up with the wet towel, throwing it down into your pussy.

“SLAAP!”

A wet slapping sound came from this blow as the wet towel came down and hit your entire pussy with outrageous ****.

They watch you **** on your sobs and struggle on the bench. You were furiously pulling on your bonds, moving your hips back and forth, doing anything you can to deal with the inhuman pain between your thighs. This had very much the opposite of its intended purpose. As to the boys, you just moved your pussy around, enticing them to continue. And continue they did…with much more **** than before.

“CRACK!”

“WHISHH!”

“SLAP!”

The locker room was filled with the distinct sounds each instrument of pussy destruction made. These were quickly followed by your screams of absolute agony.

“CRACK!”

“WHISHH!”

“SLAP!”

They were getting pure enjoyment from this beating while for you it was pure agony. They loved the way your pussy lips and clit would fling around after each hit, then settling back into place to receive its next blow.

“CRACK!”

“WHISHH!”

“SLAP!”

Every blow from the belt felt like lightning struck between your thighs. Every whip from the jump rope felt like your pussy was being sliced in half. Every slap from the wet towel felt like the entire mound of your crotch was smashed under a 100 pound weight.

Ten minutes they spent absolutely terrorizing your pussy, and you had long since screamed your throat out raw.

Finally they cease their attacks and you lay there totally dazed, barely conscious, slowly letting the pain consume you. Eventually Victoria nudges your leg.

“You didn’t pass out yet, did you?”

Your lack of response earns your a kick straight into your pussy. This shook you out of your semi-conscious state and you regain enough composure to inspect the damage they’ve done to your precious pussy. They had whipped your pussy into oblivion. It had swollen to over twice its normal size and was covered with layers of dark welts, making it resemble more of a rotten peach than woman’s genitalia at this point.

Your throbbing pussy got less than a minute of rest before Victoria grabbed the belt again and brought it back down on your pussy.

“CRACK!!!”

You mouth was locked in an ‘O’, barely having anything left in you to scream. Somehow it felt that she hit you harder than the boys.

“STILL THINK I’M A WHORE SLUT?!”

“CRACK!!!” you took another belt to the pussy.

You still couldn’t scream, let alone give any semblance of a response.

Victoria obviously wasn’t pleased with your silence, and continued to use your pussy to ‘motivate’ you to speak.

“CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!!!”

Victoria followed up with three belt strikes to your pussy. Each stronger than the one before.

Finally you brought yourself to speak.

“NO YOU’RE NOT A WHORE!!!”

Victoria grabs the belt at the middle, letting the metal buckle dangle at the end. You were sure this would be the demise of your pussy. She winds it up before slamming it down between your open legs.

“CLANK!”

The last thing you remember before passing out was the sound of the metal buckle clanking against the wooden bench, and the clit being absolutely demolished between the two.