Tina screamed, twisting away from him, feeling her mind flash into a hot fire while the cruel hand twisted her hair even more. She thought she would be snatched bald.

"Bitch!"

Bart stepped back, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her chin while the force of the blow knocked Tina's head against the wall behind her.

"I'll show you that you don't have much to say around here! You'll find out pronto!"

There was a small bench to one side, tucked in the corner. Bart grabbed it and pulled the thing to the center of the room, kicking Tina away with one foot. She lay there, pushing the hair from her eyes, feeling very vulnerable. It was with great hesitation that she stood up when he ordered her to sit on the bench, keeping her back to the window.

Then she noticed iron rings set in the wall, their buckled straps hanging. Tina shook her head, not believing they would be used for her. She pulled up a section of her dress to cover her bra, noticing that Bart had moved closer to her. When she started to get up, she felt him shoving her back down on the seat, his finger tearing her dress to shreds with one move.

"Oh!"

Again Tina started to get up. But his hands were faster, knocking her down to the bench, then sliding up under her bra and pulling the halter from her body.

In a flash, the girl realized her tits were free and naked, bouncing against one another while Bart busily pulled her panties down.

"No, no, don't! Oh, you pig, you pig!" Tina screamed, kicking her legs wildly and beating her fists against his back.