"No! No! Stop it! I didn't know what I was doing!" she rattled, the spit half-choking her as she pleaded with the big man behind her. "I won't say anything. Just untie me and let me go!"

Her mind was reeling around and around. She had gone too far, put herself into this position without knowing fully what would happen to her. Surely he would kill her. There were people like that out in the world. Why in God's name hadn't she thought this out more carefully?

"Sure, sure, I'll let you go… when I'm good and damned ready to!"

"Ahhhh!"

Lydia tried to roll back onto her ass, but the belt arched down again, the tip curling around her inner thigh and biting into the flesh just inches from her clit. The resulting burn made her clit spasm, the round, red tip sparking once again and forcing her cunt-muscles to spasm and itch. Again the belt hissed through the air, slicing between her ass-cheeks and cutting into the sweaty narrow crack.

Lydia beat her fists against the filthy pillow under her, feeling her asshole yanked out of shape from the force of that blow. She squirmed and whimpered as the belt thrashed down again and again over her quivering ass-cheeks, reddening the full flesh. Purple meaty welts rose from her skin. Lydia tried desperately not to cry. Crying would do no good, she felt, especially where this madman was concerned. It would, she thought, incite him to do more to her.

She chewed on her pouty lower lip, letting out a long sigh of relief when the beating seemed to slow down. Perhaps he was growing tired. Perhaps her pleas finally made some inroad to his sense of decency.

"Awk!"

Again! This time the belt slammed down around her ankles, nearly crushing the tiny bones.