"Yeah, sure."

"I promise," she said again, trying to sound sincere. "I know I upset you by reporting you to the authorities about that… that incident. But I'll do everything I can to change that. Just let me down."

Susan let out a low, even sigh. A tremor rippled through her cunt, tickling and tingling her cunt. She felt the muscles tense, blood slowly filling her cunt labes. A slight draft ruffled through the whisper-soft hairs protecting her cunt.

"Too late for that," Clint muttered.

Once again the blond athlete crossed her vision. There was cruelty in his face now cruelty mixed with incredible lust. Jack wore the same expression, the teen also having slipped off his belt. He held the buckled end loosely in one hand, then tightened his grip until Susan could see his knuckles whitening. Susan's arms tensed, her wrists rattling against the restraining chains. Her tits rolled against one another.

"Oh man, man, teach, that's the way, that's the way I want you to act," Clint said, enjoying the woman's mounting terror.

"No, no, let me go! Clint, Jack! You don't know what you're doing. If you think you're in trouble, you don't know the meaning of the word."

It was the wrong thing to say and Susan realized it the moment those unfortunate words left her lips. Clint's face darkened, his lips curling down in a frown. Susan closed her eyes, thinking of kicking them with her unbound feet. But that surely would only enrage him further. She had to play their game until they released her.

It was the first blow and Susan doubled up, her knees jerking up to the rounded bottoms of her tits. How the pain bruised through her belly, rattling her brain! Clint had swung his doubled fist into her stomach, the knuckles turning her flesh black and blue. If she had had any doubts as to the seriousness of this event, Clint's killing blow had ended it. Her arm muscles knotted as she tried climbing up the chain. Bright blue and yellow explosions popped in front of her eyes as the woman struggled to breathe.