Carla shivered, her thighs tightening, the muscles ridging against her flesh as the leather licked through her cuntal hairs. She was shaming herself, rutting like this, feeling her clit actually stiffen and push up through its sheath, reddening with desire. Oh, oh, how it glowed even now as he did nothing to her but brush the belt around her pussy! It was all Carla could do to keep her ass flat against the floor. She set her jaw, firmly deciding not to show him any sign of arousal. She could at least leave here with her dignity, if not with her health.

"You can't keep me here forever," she said, fixing her eyes on his with grim determination. "When I leave here…"

"When you leave here," he interrupted coolly, "you'll bring your daughter and you'll submit her to the same treatment willingly."

Carla looked at him with amazement, enraged at his calm prediction.

"I'd rather see her rot in hell!"

Mike threw back his head and laughed.

"That's just where you think you'll have been when I get through with you and your daughter."

Carla wanted to spit in his face. All she could do was lie there, wondering what else this animal would do to her. She saw him glancing through the high window above her, seeming satisfied at what he saw.

"Good. Everybody's gone out of here for the day," Mike said. "It's time to show you more of the grounds – places you didn't see this afternoon."

"Don't touch me! You won't take me anywhere," Carla screamed, shrinking back once again as Mike tried to grab her wrists.

His face darkened, his smile turning into a glare. Stepping back, he struck a short, sharp blow with the belt that went down into her cunt crack. The stinging, hot pain was more than the woman could stand. Carla doubled up her knees flying apart while her body jerked to one side.