"Uhhhhhhh!"

It was almost like doing battle with someone, she thought. But when she tried to fight back, Susan only brought pain to herself. Calming herself again, the woman peered down at her tormentors.

This rime the belt curled around her thighs, the beveled end biting the white flesh inches to tie left of her pussy. The proximity of the leather to her pussy sent sparks of delight sputtering through her cunt. Susan cried out in anguish, screwing up her eyes in wonder at the feelings coursing through her. Never, never had she thought so much pain could produce a resulting pleasure. But hanging here naked, her body sporting many red stripes from the leather belt, Susan had to admit to herself that she was feeling a tight, itchy pulse racing through her crotch.

Clint kept lashing and beating at her, grabbing more of her cunt. Jack had moved behind her, bringing the doubled leather belt down hard against her ass. The woman screamed, snapping her head from left to right as she tightened her asscheeks reflexively against the stinging blows.

Clint growled, his words lost in the rage of his sexual fury. In a moment Susan felt him reaching up at her, pinching her nipples. Desperately she bit at him, swearing like a sailor. It was then that Jack brought the belt down hard between her ass cheeks, the hard leather stinging her painfully.

"Ahahhhhhhhhh!"

Susan felt her spine straighten and tingle while her bones cracked with the painful blow. She was bouncing up and down against the chains, a puppet gone mad with sensation! The iron chains hurt her terribly now!

The pain in her crotch from all that hair tearing was making her pussy flesh pucker up into goosepimples. Susan couldn't tell which was worse – the gruesome excitement Clint aroused in her with his beating and swearing, or her own flashes of heat under the pain in her cuntflesh.