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"Since you have such little tits, we need to do something to make sure we hit them," Holly said laughingly. "I'm surprised those clips haven't popped off from all of the pressure. They must really hurt now." But Kacy was ignoring her, trying to come to grips with the awful full feeling in her sex and the ugly bloating of her breasts. "Please God, make this stop," she cried softly, but the kids did not care. They were enjoying the sight. Finally, Brad was done with her tits. They looked like two purple balloon attached to her chest and the clips at the end of her nipples squeezed even tighter around the base. She could not believe the awful things they were doing to her. When Brad got off the bed, Charlie started to slide in and out, beginning the rape of her for the second time. Just as he started moving, Holly let the whip hit her engorged tits. The pain was incredible as the stretched breasts were even more sensitive than they normally would be. Holly and Charlie established a rhythm, with him pulling out every time the whip hit Kacy's breasts. The screams were now almost non-stop, as she was doubly pained by the whip and the dick inside of her.
"The whipping will stop when he comes," Brad whispered in her ear. "Make him come." She didn't want to be a part of the rape, but she did really want the whip to stop. Her hips started to buck up and down in rhythm with his fuckthrusts. In and out he went, her hips swaying to the rhythm, squeals coming from her exertion. Although she didn't know it, the squealing was helping to turn Charlie on. It was difficult for her to concentrate with Holly hitting her tits over and over again, but she finally started to feel the invading dick stiffen and then spurt his spunk into her pussy. He fell onto her battered tits, causing her to scream again, but he did not care, rubbing his upper body into her chest.