"Damn!" Jack exclaimed.

Thank goodness! She felt the blade slide from her pussy in an instant, hearing Jack's muffled cursing as he wiped his hand against his Levi's. Quick as a striking cobra, he was back on the car, jabbing his fingers into her mouth and forcing her to lick the remains of her own piss. Betti gaged, tasting the vile piss with her tongue while her belly cramped and turned over in revulsion. Jack jammed his hand down farther banging her head against the windshield until the glass nearly cracked. She felt faint, her skull aching from the constant, relentless attack. He had one hand around her throat now, squeezing her windpipe slowly while still forcing her to lick at his soiled fingers.

The hand was abruptly gone from her neck. Turning her head, the girl coughed and spat. She barely had time to recuperate.

Jack reached down to one side, ripping the antenna from his car and tearing it from the base. He whipped the weapon through the air with a hissing, whining sound, bringing the thin steel down hard against her shoulders.

"Yaahhhh!"

It was as if he had slit open her flesh with the switchblade. Betti shrieked, feeling the hot stinging pain bite across her right shoulder and down to her tit. The whistling continued, this time the antenna smacking hard across both tits just above her pulled nipples.

Betti screamed, her body slamming against the car hood. She twisted her body around as best she could, her less wrapped around one another. Jack slashed the antenna down across her belly, leaving a long narrow red mark just above her navel.

Betti screamed, and her legs jerked up and pulled maddeningly against the restraining rope. The line bit into her ankles, leaving low pink marks that started to turn purple as the whistling antenna smacked down again and again against her belly and tits. A particularly stinging blow bit into both nipples, the wire antenna clanging loudly against the C-clamps.