Again.

And again.

I couldn't stand it… I started to scream.

"Stop IT!" he yelled, hitting me even harder. "You keep that shit up, I'll really give you something to scream about."

It hurt, damn it, and I had to scream, and I couldn't stop just because he was telling me something stupid like, "STOP IT!"

But it was what he meant.

And when I couldn't stop, he hit me a few more times on my ass, and then he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around.

"You stupid slut! I'm going to give you something to fucking well scream about."

He pulled me towards the front of the car and tossed me back against the hood.

"Spread 'em."

"Oh… God… God no!!"

But he just got this twisted look on his face, looking madder than I'd ever seen him, and he swung the belt again.

He brought it down hard across my tits.

I had never had my tits whipped before.

It hurt so bad, I couldn't stand it.

I started to cry.

"Oh yeah… I hear you," he sneered. "You go ahead… you kicking cry… I'm going to give you something to cry about."

And then he stepped up to me and forced my legs open.

"I said spread them, cunt!!"

Finally, I gave in, just because I didn't have the strength to resist him any more.

And the second I did, he turned sideways and brought the tip of the belt up in a sharp upward thrust, cutting it right across the wet slit between my thighs.

I screamed again.

And again… and again…

"That's good… that's good… you just keep it up, you worthless cunt. You keep it up, and I'll keep it up, and we'll see who of us drops first."

He was swinging fast… hitting me again and again… again and again.

I felt the strokes of his belt starting to merge into one single, unending, searing blast of pain.