"Howie, are you crazy!" Cindy shrieked. "Untie me right now! Howie, I'm going to tell on you!"

"I don't give a fuck," he said. "Look at this!"

He stood on his knees, arching his hips forward, his cock straining out in full hardness. "You give me a fucking hardon!"

"Stop it!" Cindy yelled, closing her eyes so she couldn't see his cock. "And get your clothes on! What do you think you're doing, anyway?"

"I'm playing with you, Cindy," he said. "I'm going to play with your rotten cunt, and maybe fuck it."

"You wouldn't dare!" Cindy shout at him, struggling against the ropes.

Howie pulled his belt from his pants, getting to his feet and waving it around. "You shut your fucking mouth, Cindy, or I'll bit you with my belt."

"Oh. God!" Cindy whimpered, seeing the fire in his young eyes.

He swung the belt about, staring down at her. Her skin, no matter how much she wiggled, stayed where it was at her waist.

Suddenly, he lashed at her thigh with the belt. The sharp pain Cindy felt as the belt landed made her scream in sudden pain.

Howie felt his cock throbbing, and the sound of the belt hitting her creamy thigh sent delicious shivers up and down his spine. The belt left a red mark on her pretty thigh, and he liked the way it looked.

He swung again, lashing across both her thighs this time. Cindy screamed again, and the screaming made his cock jerk up and down.

"Oh, God, don't, Howie!" Cindy yelled. "You're hurting me, Howie!"

"Yeah, and I'm going to hurt you more!" he panted, gripping his cock hard.

"Oh, please don't!"

"Fuck you, you fucking cocksucker cunt!" he said, dropping the belt to the floor. "I'm going to tear your fucking panties off!"

He grabbed the elastic waistband, tugging hard. But her panties wouldn't tear. Almost frantic in lust, he looked about for something to use, and found a small pair of scissors his mother used on her nails. He snipped Cindy's panties away, and she closed her eyes with shame, crying from the still-burning pain.