"Maybe a good touch of leather right across the cunt will give you some manners and respect for me," Bart said, grabbing a fistful of her pussyhair and tearing it from her cunt.

Tina screamed, arching her spine and writhing her shoulder blades against the bench. It felt as if someone had exploded firecrackers in her pussy. The pain rocketed up to her brain, crashing through her skull while her ass slid down to the edge of the stool.

Bart moved around, kicking the shocked teen in the ass and pushing her back to her original position with the toe of his boot. He threw her cunt hairs to the floor, moving around and grabbing her right hand.

"We've got a place for that little sucker right here."

"No, no!"

He brought her right hand down to the floor, slipping a buckle around the wrist and cinching it tightly. Straddling her prone body, Bart did the sante to her other arm, buckling it to the rear stool support.

Tina wailed, her arm muscles knotting with tension as she writhed against her bonds. She was spread open, completely unprotected. Lying there, staring up at the big man towering over her, she watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt and drew it through his pants loops. The thought of being raped this way, of having his cock fuck through her virgin cunt, made her sick. Tina turned her head.

The biting smack of the leather belt against her belly wasn't what she'd expected. Tina arched her spine, her muscles knotting up against her sweaty flesh while her hair whipped across her face. Peering down, she saw a large dark-pink mark appear on her belly. And there, hanging from Bart's right hand, was his belt, the buckle buried in his paw-like fist.