"Okay, baby, lets see it."
He raised his hand and she cried out in fear, her hands jerking to the top button of her shirt. Her hands were trembling but she got the button open, then got her fingers onto the second button and after an eternity, got that open.
Jones folded his arms, watching, a smile of amusement on his face.
Her shaking hands went down the line of her shirt, undoing the buttons one by one until she reached her pants. She looked up at him, as though hoping for a reprieve, then pulled her shirt out of the white pants and undid the rest of the buttons.
She slowly eased the shirt open, cringing inwardly, her face flaming with embarrassment as she exposed her full breasts, only partly clad in the small silky half bra.
"Hmmmmmm," he said appreciatively.
He extended his hand and she took off the shirt and handed it to him. She raised her right foot and slipped off her boot, then took off the other one. Jones took them both. Then her hands went to her pants and popped the catch. Her hands shook even harder now and she had a hard time getting the zipper down.
She eased the pants slowly over her hips and down her thighs, exposing her softly rounded hips and silky pink panties. She stepped out of them and, her hands trembling even more, reached for her bra clasp.
"Not yet. Don't be so slutty," he said. He moved back, then walked across the room and turned on the stereo. He examined the CD's and popped one into the player, smiling and clapping his hands as loud music came out. He came back to her and sat down.
"Dance," he said.
"Wha… what?" she gulped.
"Dance, baby. Dance. Shake your ass for me. I wanna see a nice dance."
"I… I can't," she whimpered.
"You better, baby, or you'll get a whipping like you never imagined," he said, his voice hard.
She stared at him in shock and horror, then yelped and stumbled back when he yelled at her. "Dance!" She began to dance, more moving her trembling body from side to side than anything else. He scowled impatiently and hefted the belt and she began to dance in earnest, swinging her hips and moving her legs, her hands moving in and out.
He smiled and clapped his hands, eyes glued to her body as she danced.
"Do a strip, whore. Do a bump an' grind," he laughed, munching on his sandwich as he sat on the edge of a chair. Her mind in a whirl, Jessie tried to remember how she'd seen girls do things like that on TV shows or movies. She wiggled her hips in an amateurish show, her hands waving out on either side.
"Take off the bra," he laughed. "I wanna see those titties of yours."
Her skin dark red and hot with embarrassment, Jessie reached behind her and after several fumbling attempts at undoing the catch, finally got it free. She looked down as she let the bra fall forward over her shoulders and drop off her high, firm breasts.
"Real nice. Those nipples look like a good suck," he commented. "Let's see em swing. Swing those tits around, baby," he snickered.
She wriggled and twisted, making her fat melons sway and jiggle and swing from side to side as Jones snickered and stared. "Now the panties. Let's see beaver!" His crude words embarrassed her even more. Yet she was too terrified to disobey him. She still ached from the beating he had given her. She reached down and peeled her panties downwards, bending over to slip them off her knees.
"Dance, slut!" he yelled. "Swing those tits. Pull your legs apart. I wanna see that slit!" She tried to dance with her legs open. It was awkward and far from graceful, but he didn't seem to mind. He laughed and clapped his hands.
"Turn around whore and bend over. Spread those legs apart. Nice, real nice," he said as she bent far forward and spread her legs.
"Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart. I wanna see that little round asshole." She cringed in humiliation, but reached her hands back and pulled at her ass flesh, prying her cheeks open and letting him look at her round asshole.
"Nice, pull your cunt lips open too." She whimpered and a tear fell from her right eye, but her fingers slid into her soft pubic flesh and pried her cunt lips apart, opening her glistening pink tunnel to his view.
"Fuckin' Whore," he sneered. "Fuck yourself. Let's see you finger fuck yourself. Stick those fingers up your snatch."
She trembled and shuddered in anguished humiliation, but her finger slid into her soft warms heath, wriggling from side to side until it was fully inside her.
"Another. I want three fingers up your hole, slut!"
She slid a second finger then a third into herself, feeling her cunt walls suck and squeeze on the digits as she slowly pumped them in and out. Jones sat back on the chair and put his feet up on the table, laughing and snickering as he watched.
She pumped her fingers in and out, wincing a little at the pain as she forced her dry cunt back.
"Faster! Faster, whore!" She pumped her fingers in and out, panting and whimpering as he chuckled and snickered.
"More, slut. Push your whole hand into your fuck box." She gasped and trembled harder. "I… I can't," she whimpered.
"You better, whore, otherwise I'll shove mine in. Wanna bet I can't do it?"
She moaned and slit a fourth finger in alongside the other three, folding her thumb in tight against them as she twisted them from side to side and tried to work them into herself. She got all five into her as far as her thumb's first joint, but then her cunt could hardly spread any more.
"Come on, you cheap fucking cunt. Shove that hand up your snatch!"
"I'm… I'm trying," she whined.
He stood up and moved behind her, making her heart pound in fear. His big hand gripped her wrists suddenly, his other hand holding her by the hair, then shoved it hard. She screamed in pain, her hand jammed hard into her cunt meat, her body shaking as he cruelly twisted her wrist from side to side and forced her hand deeper and deeper into her cunt opening.
"OWW! OWW! Ooohhh! Pleeeasse!"
"Shut the fuck up, you walking fuck box."
He shoved her hand deeper still, forcing her whole hand inside her crack, shifting his grip further up her wrist and still pushing inward. Her cunt screamed in sharp, aching pain as her fingers were driven deep into her lower belly.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" he laughed, jamming her hand into her until her cunt lips eased closed around her wrist. She moaned in relief, though it was just a little better. Her cunt still ached and burned but her cunt lips weren't as tightly stretched since her wrist was somewhat thinner than her hand.
"Now that looks nice. How's it feel in there, slut?"
She whimpered and gasped several times, trying to somehow shrink her hand inside her overloaded, swollen cunt tunnel. The pain began to ease. Thankfully, her cunt tunnel was more elastic than her cunt lips, sort of like, she thought, the leg of a pair of panty hose. She yelped suddenly as Jones slapped her ass hard.
"I said how's it feel, you fucking smart assed, egg head whore?"
"I… I don't' know," she whimpered.
"Is it tight?"
"Yessss."
"Hot?"
"I don't know." He slapped her ass again. "Stupid whore."
He grabbed her other hand suddenly and yanked it through her legs. His other hand grabbed one finger, pulling it out straight, then pushed the tip against her crinkled little anus.
"Wha… what… " she gasped. He forced her finger against her asshole and jammed it inside, ignoring her whining and moaning.
"Finger fuck your asshole now, twat."
"Please, nooooo," she sobbed.
"Put it in or I'll jam my fist-up there." She pumped her finger slowly, wincing from the pain of the unnatural, perverted act. Tentatively, she eased a second finger into her asshole and got both in to the knuckles.
"The whole hand, "he snickered. She sobbed, having hoped a couple of fingers would be enough to satisfy his disgusting perversion. She slid a third finger inside, groaning from the pain as she forced her asshole wide. A fourth finger joined the other three, then she pressed her thumb in tight and groaned as she eased all five into her asshole.