"Bitch. Bitch slut!" David screamed at her, jabbing the butt of the crop into her belly.
Coach Robinson was doing nothing but watching.
The leather snapped across her face, some of the strands biting dangerously close to her eyes.
She tried turning her face away from the dreadful crop, trying to shield her eyes and nose.
"You're lower than me, whatever the fuck I am, slut!" David cried, pulling back for a moment and catching his breath.
Betty felt the pain in her shoulders getting worse and worse. He rubbed his upper arm, then moved back into striking range. How Betty hated him. She would have loved tearing one foot loose from its bonds and crushing his balls with her toes! As it was all the woman could do was stand there, stretched, enduring his assault.
David's whole body was shaking. He slashed the crop across Betty's right nipple, the slicing pain of that blow being only the first agony for the woman. She screamed, her voice shrilling higher and higher as she thought he had ripped her nip from her tit. A quick look told Betty everything was still there.
She ground her teeth as another blow bit into her belly. How she loathed this young man! Then came another blow, this one to the right shoulder! The sharp, pistol-like report of the snapping leather against her flesh echoed in the room.
"Good, David. Don't forget her ass. I think she likes to get whipped in the butt," Coach Robinson suggested.
"Man, and she's got a good, tight ass for that, Coach," David agreed.
Betty screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt.
"Come on, baby, ain't you got nothin' to say? You like this?" David asked.
"No, no, damn you, no!"
"Fuckin' liar, Coach. We don't like liars around here, do we?"
David slashed the end of the crop across her face once more, nearly tearing her upper lip off. Betty snapped her head back, feeling the silky sweep of her long blonde hair across the tops of her asscheeks. More perspiration gathered around her forehead, dripping down the sides of her face. David lashed out again, bringing the leather down hard just above her navel. Betty's eyes bugged out. It was as if she had been punched in the gut a second time.
"Yaghghghghhhh!"
David moved a little closer, letting the crop dangle limply from one hand. She felt him grabbing at her cunt, twisting the hairs and her pussy lips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through the woman like being cut by a rusty knife.
"No… ooowwwwww! Oh no, no, don't do that… oh God, no… oh God!"
Betty felt her guts wrenching apart from the pain. Jack Robinson kept laughing at her from behind while David was busily tearing her to pieces!
"Goddamned cunt. Fuckin' slut. You're all alike – you and your daughter and all of 'em. Cock tease, and then you hide it away like some fuckin' kind of prize. You ain't no prize, baby, no prize at all."
"No, no!"
He slapped her again and again, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her flesh. Betty struggled, dragging herself a bit higher on the chain. How the leather was biting into her ankles, cutting the circulation off from her toes. She had to ease herself back down even though it meant more pain from this hideous young man.
He lashed the crop across her face again, tearing at her lips, her forehead, the tops of her tits. She felt her tits slapping against one another while the leather strings snapped again and again against her hardening nipples. David knew what he was doing, timing his strokes so Betty wouldn't be ready for them.
Betty looked down, blinking away hot, blinding tears. He was hard. She could barely make out the rounded, pointy tip of his cock which rose past his opened Levi's waistband. He enjoyed this immensely, perhaps even more than Coach Robinson. David was a true sadist, enjoying her pain immensely. Betty struggled against him, rattling the chain above her, hearing her own panting breaths as he paused once more for rest.
Betty felt her hands going numb. She screamed at him, dragging out filthy words she hadn't said in years. He was turning her into a rutting, horrid animal with his whip, his insults, his hand!
"Animal!" she shouted at him, spit flying from her mouth.
"Yeah, and you're my bitch, baby. Ruttin' like some fuckin' slut dog in the gutter. That's what you are. Stoke up that back and, man, she's got 'er ass up in the air, wantin' my prick!"
"No, liar! Liar!"
The strokes of the crop crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips like melting sulfur. David moved around to one side, drawing the crop back, then sending the thin leather strips forward against her thighs.
"Man, she's beggin' for more!" David laughed.
"Seems like Mrs. Davis can't get enough of you… or me, for that matter."
David narrowed his eyes, wiping the sweat off his face with the back of one hand. "Man, she's gonna be gettin' more 'n she bargained for when I get through with 'er."
He started beating her thighs savagely, still keeping the leather away from her pussy. Betty threw her head back again and again, feeling that tantalizing hot tickle rage through her pussy. Fuck juice flowed from her pussy, wetting down her blonde cuntal curls, plastering them against her swollen pussy meat. Her thighs tightened, relaxed, then tightened once more.
That pain in her thighs and near her crotch aroused her. Betty couldn't tell which was worse – the gruesome excitement of David, or her own flashes of furnace heat under the pain in her cunt.
Suddenly the battle was changing. David still beat at her tits and thighs, but now he slowed down, rubbing one hand over her cuntal mound. Betty let out a long sigh. This was going to be a long, long night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
David twisted her cunthairs again, pulling them from her pussy while stroking her thighs with the cold black leather of the riding crop. Then the young stud pushed his face deep between her tits, twisting his head around and sucking on her aching nipples.
Betty cried out, her legs shaking violently and nearly tearing the leather bonds keeping them fastened to the floor. She could feel her fuck juices running like molten lava.
"Man, man, she's hot," David said.
"Like a Goddamned griddle. She'll burn up your dick if you get a chance to stick it in. Man, she cried, David, when I fucked her," the coach said.
David moved around to her ass, biting her flesh, sliding the leather crop around her thigh. Then he backed away. Betty couldn't see him. But she saw his shadow on the floor to her right, cast there by the light bulb overhead. She could see that awful arm cocking back, getting ready to strike. She clenched her teeth, watching as the shadow cut across her body. And then there was the bite of the whip, the kiss of leather hissing against her flesh. The strands smacked dryly against her right asscheek.
Betty's body snapped forward, prevented from going any farther by the restraints. She twisted her wrists in them, bobbing up and down with short, jerky movements as yet another stroke carried the leather to the inner curves of her tight asscheek. A third blow yanked her asshole out of shape, sending lewd, hot streamers of pain up her spine.
Betty hated herself, hated herself for giving into this vile young man. First the electricity, then this! When would it end?
"You know, bitch, there's somethin' I gotta tell you," David said in a husky voice. "Your fuckin' daughter… she's been with me, man. I fucked the shit outta her."
It was a lightning revelation to Betty. She wanted to scream "liar" at him, but Annette's sulkiness, her jumping whenever the phone rang, everything in her recent attitude suddenly made sense. Rage filled the woman as she jerked futilely against her chains, screaming.
"Looks like you stepped on a sensitive nerve, David," Coach Robinson said.
"Man, she's gotta know. I'm gonna have some of the guys bring the little bitch down here when they come down for the late workout. Gotta see the two of 'em together. Bet it'll be one helluva show."