Uncle Jim liked her reaction, laughing and burping as she licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. He jabbed the end of the whip against her ribs hard now, calming her down with the threat of more pain. In a flash, Cori's terror turned to terrible hatred.

"Why are you doing this? You bastard, why are you doing this to me? I haven't done anything to you!"

"'Cause you're a fuckin' bitch-like most of them teases around here. All you can think about's fuckin'. Well, you're gonna get more than your share right here," he said, grabbing hold of his crotch and rubbing it.

Cori turned away, biting her lower lip and feeling herself utterly lost. He was in no condition to reason with. All he wanted to do was humiliate and hurt her. She could see that in his eyes. Trembling, she looked up through the fine network of branches overhead. She could make out a few stars and the moon as her uncle grabbed her by the waist and twisted her around. Cori screamed, her wrists turning around, the tiny bones cracking from the unnatural tension. In a moment her arms were trapped like a pretzel, a dull throbbing ache reaching out from her elbows into her shoulders.

Something popped in her arm as she felt her ass working back and forth against the pine's rough bark. One tiny sliver slipped into her ass crack, creating a hot little shock.

Uncle Jim lashed the whip across her face, the leather stinging her cheeks, leaving long red marks just under her high cheekbones. The weapon came back again, sizzling through the air and striking her forehead. Cori's head snapped back, banging hard into the tree. She saw bright lights as her body slumped forward, her tits jiggling together. Uncle Jim stopped for a moment, his breath short, wheezy, uneven. Another sharp blow stung across the tops of her tits, reviving the half-stunned girl. She screamed, struggling against the tree. Cori could feel the bark tearing into her flesh, ripping her skin while her heels beat savagely against the trunk.