"Ohhhhhhh!"

Susan gagged with pain, her eyes dulling. A flash of hatred made her nostrils flare.

"Yeah, man, she's gonna be right fine by the time we get done workin' over her body. I wanna fuck her ass first," Clint said, rubbing his cock through his Levi's.

"That's okay. She's got a nice, hot pussy, I'll bet. Gonna sink my cock into her cunt and feel them lips curling up around my ol' prick!"

"Clint! Jack! You don't know what you're saying, what you're doing!" the woman said, her voice pleading with them now. "I'm your teacher!"

Clint threw his head back and laughed cruelly, the belt unraveling in his hand.

"You were my teacher, baby. Now you're nothing more 'n' some slut hanging around in the basement, just waitin' for a hot fuck from a couple of studs."

"Stop this!"

There was another blow, this one a little higher than the first. Clint's knuckles sank into her belly once more, this time nearly breaking her lower two ribs. Again Susan's knees jerked up, her body swaying gently from the force of the blow. The teacher let out another pained howl, her fingers twisting around the clanking chains above her. Tears burned her eyes.

"And we're gonna record this for history too, baby. Everybody's gonna get a chance to see how teach relaxes," Clint said, nodding to Jack.

"Brought this along. My old lady gave it to me for Christmas," he said, fishing around in the blue nylon tote bag they had carried in through the bedroom window.

Jack pulled out a Polaroid camera, opening it up, then adjusting the flash. Tucking the belt in his trousers, he stepped back, holding the lens to his right eye and pressing the small top red button. There was a blinding flash, one that made Susan blink and turn her head away. A whirring sound let her know the photo was being processed.