Brad looked at her, licking his lips like a wolf about to tear into dead meat. Her twisting, tortured body trussed up in ropes like that, pulled back and bound to the wall, aroused the big man more. He came closer to Marie.

Brad grabbed at the woman's cunt, twisting the blonde silken hairs around and around until Marie screamed with pain.

"Bitch!"

A pulling, tearing sensation roared through the woman like a knife twisting into her belly. Marie felt Brad's free hand slapping across her face, reddening her cheeks even more.

"Cunt! I'll shit on you and you'll eat it! I'll piss on you and you'll drink it, just like all you Goddamned sluts want to do!"

The crop lashed across her face again, the leather stinging her lips, then the top of her tits. Marie struggled, writhing against the ropes.

The ropes sliced skin from her bound wrists and ankles. Marie felt her fingers going numb. She screamed through the gag. How she wanted to strangle him, to tear at him the way he was ripping at her! But the harder she tried to fight him, the more pain she brought to herself.

When she rolled back, the strokes of the crop lashed over her taut nipples. When her legs knotted with throbbing agony, Brad only laughed harder, his fingers finding a deeper, firmer grip on her cunt.

Marie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, sensitive skin of her cuntlips. The tingling folds of her inner pussylips burned and throbbed.

Brad lashed and beat at her, grabbing hold of more of her cunt. His prick was bobbing up and down with the violent moves he made.

Grinding her teeth against the rubber ball, she felt nausea rise up in her tight throat. The pain in her crotch and his vicious struggles aroused her in a perverse way.

Brad whipped at her tits and ass with the crop, making her move her hips. Then bending over, he pushed his lips against her tits.