"Yaghghghhhhhh!"
Clint moved fast, cupping his right hand around her cunt, then pulling at her cunt hairs, yanking them out of her pussy flesh one at a time.
"No, no! Yaghghghhhh! Stop!"
Susan snapped her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs. The agony was almost driving her insane. She both felt and heard the hairs ripping from her flesh. And still Clint was telling her that her ordeal had only begun. God have mercy!
CHAPTER TWO
Susan brought her knees up, trying to draw them protectively together. Clint knocked them apart, drilling one finger into her pussy, then twisting it around and around like some horrid drill.
"Ohhh yeah, she's all hot and wet down there… just like a woman should be," Clint sighed.
"Looks like the bitch's gonna be a snapper… you know, holdin' us in while she pumps herself dry," Jack added.
"She'll be cummin' her brains out all Goddamned night!"
"Please, don't do any more to me. I promise I'll do anything to stop this… you've got a picture."
Susan couldn't seem to form words any more. All her fine education, her perfect speech failed her now. A hand flew at her face, slapping her again and again. The woman groaned, jerking her head back in a vain attempt to escape those clawing, slapping fingers.
"You done nothin' but be a super fuckin' pain in the rear. And now you're gonna pay, and pay first-class, baby."
The belt lashed across her face, her lips, the tops of her tits. Susan struggled against the lashing blows, her body stinging under the constant attack of the leather belt. The edges of the iron links scraped skin from her wrists. Susan felt her fingers going cold and numb from the tension and pain. The woman screamed, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having ever heard. The shrill power of her desperate cries rang off the basement walls.