"Come on, baby, gimme a good ride… come on, move it faster."

The belt swung over his head once more, crashing down this time on her side. Monica let out a loud hiss of air, nearly blacking out from the surprise injury. Her flesh felt singed by the fires of hell as that belt slammed first on her asscheeks, then against her ribcage! "Uhhhhhh…" she growled in pain. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhh!"

Jack was rubbing his crotch against her back, reaching down with his free hand to pull open his zipper while still beating her ass regularly with the looped belt.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Monica cried out with grunts each time the belt chewed into her flesh. Tears of pain and humiliation welled up in her eyes, rolling over onto her burning, flushed cheeks as she kept crawling. The woman could go no farther! Her strength seemed drained by all the blows. With a sigh of defeat, Monica stopped her crawling as she neared the rinsing sink, her muscles growing relax.

"Too much, eh, baby? Maybe you need something that's gonna spruce you up." Jack slipped off of the crumpled woman, pulling down his jeans, then stepping out of them. Peering through the hair covering her eyes, Monica saw that prick, that cock she had become a slave to. God, it was so long, so very long and thick. Her cunt spasmed as she studied it. Yes, that wonderful fuckshaft had pumped out her hole last night. And was she ready to be mastered by that thing again!

"Want my prick in you, huh, baby? Can you feel it slippin' in, already, shoving down into your gut? Good, 'cause that's just what's gonna happen to you… only not the way you think."

Monica shivered. She could only guess what Jack had in mind.

CHAPTER FIVE

The big stud had mounted her from behind, holding her asscheeks apart with one hand while sticking his prickhead against her shitter. Monica saw stars, her head whirling around and around. She sucked in air rapidly. Panting, wheezing, the terrified woman felt the pressure increase against her asshole as Jack grunted like a stuck pig behind her. "Nooooofffffff!"