He turned a darker shade of red, cocking his arm back and letting the belt shoot forward. The tip slashed across Susan's right nipple, making her tit fly up and nearly touch her chin.
"Yaghghghhhhhh!"
The slicing pain of the blow was only the first agony for the history teacher. After her scream, after the involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly, the pain seemed to go on and on. Susan shook the hair from her eyes, blinking away the stinging tears. It was the combination of pain and heat that seared her brain so! And then when her body jerked, how the rusty chains bit into her wrist flesh. There were times when Susan thought the iron would surely sever her arms from her body.
"Ohhhh… uhhhhhh!"
"I think she likes it… I mean, she's really gonna dig gettin' roughed up," Jack said, studying her face carefully.
"I know there's types like that. They dig gettin' messed up then fucked! Says it makes cumin' all that much better. Gonna check it out on teach, then."
Susan ground her teeth, hating both teens bitterly. She couldn't rise above the feelings rushing through her now. All the compassion she was supposed to have as a teacher evaporated now under pure, raw pain and hatred and agony!
"What do you think now, teach? What do you think about us now?" Clint taunted, rubbing the belt against her chin.
Susan fought down the words about to bubble to her lips. No, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her tirade. Instead she turned her head, concentrating on the wash basin to the right.
Susan sagged in her chains. For the first time that evening, the woman felt her toes brush up against the concrete floor. Had she stretched that much?
"Bitch!"
Clint slashed the belt across Susan's face, the black leather leaving a long red mark on her left cheek. The blow snapped her head to one side, pulling the neck muscles painfully. The woman let out another cry, her hair tangling around her throat and sticking to the corners of her mouth. Susan drew her knees up once more, her knotted muscles pulsing and aching.