"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.