"Ahhhhhhh!"

Christina thought he was going to snatch her bald. Her eyelids fluttered while more tears sprang out and streaked down her cheeks.

"I like a girl who's tough," the biker commented wryly, noticing the girl didn't shriek and bawl like so many others he and his buddies had cornered, beaten and fucked. He enjoyed this kind of resistance. It made the final humiliation all that much more enjoyable.

With a growl, he jerked her close, her mouth striking the side of his boot. Christina moaned, her lips splitting from the force of that move. She tasted blood. The biker laughed at her again, jerking his hand up once more, then moving away from the panting young woman.

"Animal!" she spat out, shrinking away from the muscular hulk in front of her. The girl's eyes focused on the broad leather belt still hanging from one hand. Was he only threatening her with it, or was he going to use it?

Christina tensed as she watched him raise one hand high above his head. The belt dangled like a snake, trembling, revealing the nervous excitement coursing through the young stud's body.

"Oh, don't, don't," she whispered, her voice trembling with terror. The biker smiled, snapping the belt with a loud pop inches from her face. Christina screamed, rolling away from the weapon, feeling the sand clinging to her sweat dampened flesh. Behind her she could hear the biker laughing loudly, cracking the belt inches from her body. She screamed and screamed, feeling the rush of air created by the snapping belt. But the young man was careful not to let the leather touch her body. He was enjoying this game of pursuit, watching the teenager crawl over the white sand, her strangled cries of terror modified by sobs and wails while her hands still pressed over her naked tits.

Tiring of the game, the biker dropped his belt and reached down with both hands, curling his strong fingers around her ankles.