"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.