When Uncle Jim came up behind her again she felt him grabbing a fistful of her long blonde hair, pulling it back so hard tears sprang to her eyes.

"Uhhhhh, no, don't… no more, no more hurt, Uncle Jim, no more!" she muttered as the tension spread.

For a moment, Cori thought he was going to snatch the hair from her scalp and leave her bald. The pain was horrid, her eyelids flickering. He was pushing her up against the tree, forcing her cunt into the bark. Cori let out a soft moan, feeling something very sharp poking into her puffy cuntlips, rubbing up and down until… until she was starting to feel very warm and tight down there.

He pushed her forward harder, tugging at her hair until Cori could feel the strands ripping from her scalp. She sobbed and shrieked again, her muscles knotting while her legs kicked.

Suddenly, Uncle Jim let her go, backing away a few feet, then bringing down the whip against her shoulder. She screamed, fearing he had sliced away a part of her flesh. Terrified to look, Cori stared straight ahead, looking past the trunk of the tree to the house that looked so warm and comfortable and inviting now.

He was in front of her now, holding the whip doubled, shaking it in front of her eyes. In a moment, he slashed the leather across her cheek. The force of that blow snapped her head to the side, the girl choking on a stifled scream. She pulled back at the ropes, her legs kicking down against the tree until her toenails shattered. The warm trickle down her cheek told the teenager that he had done terrible damage to her. She screamed like a wild woman now, her body jerking and twisting as if electrified while her arms pulled madly against the restraining line.