"Eaghghghhghhhhh!"
One wild scream after another tore from her throat as the belt chewed down across her belly, then again over her upper thighs near her blonde fuzzy cunthairs. Carla moved her hands all over her body, desperately trying to protect herself from the whipping belt. But Mike was too fast for her, striking her in exposed places, then beating her in others as she struggled to hide her fear from him. Wild screams of agony followed the staccato blows, the woman kicking her legs up at him in a useless attempt to retaliate.
"A Goddamned little wild cat! I like that in woman," Mike said, wiping his upper lip with the back of one hand. "Wait, I'll tame you, just the way I'll tame your daughter."
"No, no! I'll never bring her to a place like this!" Carla screamed back.
Mike only laughed at her defiance, kicking her legs apart once more and bringing down the belt inches away from her pussy slit. Carla let out a sharp cry, fucking one leg under the other and rolling onto her belly. At least in that position Mike couldn't hurt her tits, her cunt. She felt the comforting pressure of the carpet against he tits and belly as she drew her knees together.
This couldn't be happening! It was some horrid nightmare. But the constant slapping of the leather against her body told Carla her dream was all too true.
"Bitch!"
Mike brought his doubled belt down hard twice in a criss-cross fashion, the leather tearing the nylon from her panties' waist band. She felt her flesh exposed by the belt, her skin crinkling with goosepimples as a draft blew over her body. He was dog whipping her, the blows making her crawl farther and farther away from him. She could feel her fingers clawing at the ragged ends of the carpeting while the belt whipped her ass into a cherry red.
"Gonna see those tits. I was watching them jiggle while you walked with me. It's a shame to hide them," Mike said, putting down his belt and bending over the sobbing woman. Carla felt his fingers sliding under the elastic band of her bra, tugging up. With one swift upward jerk, he ripped the material from her chest, tugging the bra away. Carla felt her nipples scratching teasingly against the floor. Mike bent over yet again, his hands smoothing over her red, sore asscheeks, pinching her buttocks until she screamed in pain.
"Good and hot. That's what I like about you. No matter what the hell I do to you, you're still good and hot!"
"Stop it! Oh, you… you beast!"
The sight of her naked ass striped red with the belt seemed to stoke up the big man's excitement even more. He moved back and swung the belt down time and time again like a meataxe, the blows drawing hysterical cries from the woman. Carla twisted wildly on the floor, too terrified to try to get up and rim from the pain. Gnawing flames of agony raked her flesh as she found herself pressed against the wall, her nails cracking from the brutal beating.
"That's it, baby. That's it! Move around the floor like the wild broad you are," Mike hissed, stinging her upper back with the belt. A particularly savage blow cut deep between her shoulderblades, knocking the wind from Carla. The woman thought for a second he had shattered her spine with that hit. She groaned, turning around once more on her back, kicking up with her feet and hands. Her legs were waving up and down, her fingers clawing helplessly for the big man's face, wanting to tear the flesh from his skull. Mike had completely exposed her, and now stared at her thick-furred pussy mound, noticing that her cuntlips were beginning to stretch and swell with lust, folding thickly over one another.
"Slut! You scream, and yet you're so damned hot you're running with juice all over yourself!"
"No! No!" Carla couldn't understand what was happening to her. The swinging belt, the smacking leather, the pain that brought hot tears to her eyes – everything should have made her half mad with pain and horror. And yet something was stirring inside her, something that was pleasurable and was racing side by side with the pain.
"Ahhahahahahhayaaaaaa! Oh God, no, no, not there! No, please, not there! Don't touch me there!"
Carla threw her hands down, fanning out her fingers, trying to protect her cunt. But Mike slapped the leather inches from her-pussy with sharp, stinging strokes, her inner thighs reddening from the savage beating. He was standing there now in front of her, his legs preventing hers from closing protectively over her pussy. Once more, Carla twisted, trying to roll onto her belly, her plump, firm asscheeks jiggling from her wild moves.
"Stop it! Stop… oh no, God no! You… you can't do this to me! Oh God!"
Carla was hysterical, her feet kicking now against Mike's hips. He was careful to twist his body to one side, preventing the woman from crushing his nuts as she wished to. With another sharp fucking blow, Mike brought the doubled over belt down hard across her nipples, the leather crushing her large, aroused red nubs into the surrounding tit flesh.
Carla's eyes bugged out, the pain throbbing into her brain, crushing into her skull. Her mouth opened. But only a hiss of air escaped over her teeth.
"No. Ahhahahhahh, pleeeease! Oh God, stop! Please, stay away from me with that thing! You can't… can't do it! Oh nor no, no, let me go! Oh God, can't stand this! No!"
"Then you're ready for more, is that right, Carla?" Mike said, letting the belt unfold. He trailed the cool black leather over her body, letting the pointed end of the belt draw over her injured nipples, her throat, down past her cleavage to her belly button, and finally over her cunt.
Carla shivered, her thighs tightening, the muscles ridging against her flesh as the leather licked through her cuntal hairs. She was shaming herself, rutting like this, feeling her clit actually stiffen and push up through its sheath, reddening with desire. Oh, oh, how it glowed even now as he did nothing to her but brush the belt around her pussy! It was all Carla could do to keep her ass flat against the floor. She set her jaw, firmly deciding not to show him any sign of arousal. She could at least leave here with her dignity, if not with her health.
"You can't keep me here forever," she said, fixing her eyes on his with grim determination. "When I leave here…"
"When you leave here," he interrupted coolly, "you'll bring your daughter and you'll submit her to the same treatment willingly."
Carla looked at him with amazement, enraged at his calm prediction.
"I'd rather see her rot in hell!"
Mike threw back his head and laughed.
"That's just where you think you'll have been when I get through with you and your daughter."
Carla wanted to spit in his face. All she could do was lie there, wondering what else this animal would do to her. She saw him glancing through the high window above her, seeming satisfied at what he saw.
"Good. Everybody's gone out of here for the day," Mike said. "It's time to show you more of the grounds – places you didn't see this afternoon."
"Don't touch me! You won't take me anywhere," Carla screamed, shrinking back once again as Mike tried to grab her wrists.
His face darkened, his smile turning into a glare. Stepping back, he struck a short, sharp blow with the belt that went down into her cunt crack. The stinging, hot pain was more than the woman could stand. Carla doubled up her knees flying apart while her body jerked to one side.
"Please, please, no more. No more pain! I'll-I'll do anything, but don't hurt me with that thing any more!"
"Just what I wanted to hear, Carla," Mike said, his face brightening.
The woman pushed the hair from her eyes, staring with hatred at him. Mike didn't care what she thought. The more defiant she was, the more she loathed him, the more excited he became. She could sense this as he cocked his arm up yet again.
"No, I told you I'll do anything, I… ahaahahahahhhhhh! No more! No, no, no, anything you want! Eeghhhhh!"
Two more whistling cuts shot down into her pussy, the leather stoking up the heat now singeing her clit. Carla sobbed out more pleas for mercy, her fingers covering her cunt while Mike kept on beating the belt over them. He stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead.