I was crying even harder now, begging him to let me alone… begging him not to do this.
But his response was simply to keep jiggling the buckle of his belt… wrapping it around his hand, I realized, looking at his reflection in the window of his car.
He was slowly coiling it around his palm. His fingers were all stretched out straight, and he was just standing there, calm as anything, casually wrapping that belt around them.
When he had a little over a foot remaining, he stopped.
I felt my ass muscles starting to tense up, but I thought that might make the pain even worse…
And besides, I wasn't even sure that he would hit me there.
He might decide that there were more painful spots to whip me on.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
I really couldn't believe it… but it was, and for some reason, I didn't feel like there was anything I could do about it.
That's the kind of hold he had over me.
Don't ask me how… don't ask me why I allowed him to have such a hold over me, that he could command me to submit to degrading and humiliating punishment, but he could… and I allowed it.
I watched in the window as his arm raised.
He was starting to remind me of the kind of demented half-crazed demon you see in movies with names like "Killer On The Loose" and "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" and "Bloodlust" and things like that.
He was breathing hard, and he was breathing through his nose, which made the sound even louder.
I felt more and more paralyzed by the fear that I was feeling.
My legs got weak. I felt the muscles shaking… trembling… and I was afraid that they wouldn't hold me up.
He swung the belt.
The pain bit into my nerves, rushed to my brain, and I felt like hot lava had just been poured over my body.
He swung again, bringing the belt down across my back.
Again.
And again.
I couldn't stand it… I started to scream.
"Stop IT!" he yelled, hitting me even harder. "You keep that shit up, I'll really give you something to scream about."
It hurt, damn it, and I had to scream, and I couldn't stop just because he was telling me something stupid like, "STOP IT!"
But it was what he meant.
And when I couldn't stop, he hit me a few more times on my ass, and then he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around.
"You stupid slut! I'm going to give you something to fucking well scream about."
He pulled me towards the front of the car and tossed me back against the hood.
"Spread 'em."
"Oh… God… God no!!"
But he just got this twisted look on his face, looking madder than I'd ever seen him, and he swung the belt again.
He brought it down hard across my tits.
I had never had my tits whipped before.
It hurt so bad, I couldn't stand it.
I started to cry.
"Oh yeah… I hear you," he sneered. "You go ahead… you kicking cry… I'm going to give you something to cry about."
And then he stepped up to me and forced my legs open.
"I said spread them, cunt!!"
Finally, I gave in, just because I didn't have the strength to resist him any more.
And the second I did, he turned sideways and brought the tip of the belt up in a sharp upward thrust, cutting it right across the wet slit between my thighs.
I screamed again.
And again… and again…
"That's good… that's good… you just keep it up, you worthless cunt. You keep it up, and I'll keep it up, and we'll see who of us drops first."
He was swinging fast… hitting me again and again… again and again.
I felt the strokes of his belt starting to merge into one single, unending, searing blast of pain.
I couldn't feel the separate strokes any more.
I had lost track.
My nerves were already fully stimulated… particularly in my cunt.
My clit was reacting more strongly than anything else… and as he kept hitting me, the thing kept throbbing.
And the throbbing sensation kept growing hotter and hotter… and the sensations kept on moving out through my body… and I felt like I was losing control over what I was feeling and what it was doing to me.
I felt my muscles start to go into spasms.
I felt myself leaning back across the hood of his car, felt myself growing too weak to stand up… felt myself starting to fade in and out of consciousness.
He never seemed to even slow down, let alone stop.
Again and again and again, he hit me with his belt, across my stomach, my thighs, and my tits and cunt.
Particularly my tits and cunt.
I stopped feeling pain.
I felt something else.
It didn't feel good, but there was no doubt that it was a sexual reaction.
Noooooo, I thought to myself. I didn't want this to happen. I'd reacted like this when he raped me, and that was why I was in this situation now.
I couldn't control my body at all, it seemed. If it wanted to start being stimulated and aroused by something, even though I hated it, there wasn't anything I could do.
And so, as I felt his belt ripping over my clit again and again, and I felt that tortured bud of nerves growing more and more erect and swollen, and felt the nerve endings gathered there responding with greater and greater reactions, I stopped fighting.
There was only so much that I could do, and then I had to yield in the face of overwhelming force.
I started to cry… I was screaming, actually, but I no longer was sure if it was just in my head or if it was out loud.
I knew that my body was getting aroused.
I didn't like it, but I knew that I couldn't do anything about it.
But damn it, I thought, I wasn't going to come.
That would have been the supreme humiliation.
To have an orgasm in the midst of such awful torture. That would have been my own body insulting me… forcing me to view humiliation and pain as pleasurable.
It had happened once before, but I was determined to control it now.
But of course, Johnny had a surprise in store for me.
Suddenly, he threw his belt down onto the ground and unzipped his fly.
I didn't have a chance to protest, to even make a sound before his cock was out and he was pressing it against my cunt.
I moved instinctively, I moved without thinking.
We'd already fucked that night (as he'd so crudely admitted to his friends) but now, there was a fire in my cunt and a throbbing erection between his legs that went past any ordinary fuck.
He shoved it into me and met with no resistance.
Spreading the hole of my cunt wide, he rammed it all the way in… all the way to the bottom… and he filled me completely.
My muscles were already spasming out of whack, and now, as his cock rammed into my cunt, they went totally berserk, the muscles along my pussy wall in particular.
I felt my cunt gripping his cock like never before, as if I was trying to organically fuse him to my pussy walls.
Harder and harder… he pulled out… he plunged back in… I let out a long, low moan… And we came.
It felt like we'd both been consumed by flames… I felt myself spinning… spiraling up or down, I couldn't tell which… twisting… turning…
I was a mass of pain… but now… all the pain had magically been turned to erotic stimulation… arousal… pleasure…
It was a pleasure that made me feel like one of the damned.
But I couldn't deny it or turn it away. All I could do was to thrust my hips back at him, force his cock to plunge to the deepest point in my cunt and fill me totally.
And when at last we were finished, I collapsed in his arms, there was a possibility that a kind word, a gentle caress, a soft kiss might have turned the entire experience into one that I would have always remembered as the most memorable in my life.
But that was something he was incapable of.