Huge welts rose up on her skin almost instantly and the gold and white of her body became pierced with traces of her ruby blood, gleaming in the light.

She had yelled and screamed the first few times, but the door of the truck was very thick and the street empty anyway, so it was useless. Then, it seemed that it drained her strength too much to cry out and could only crawl or roll along the floor, sniveling like an animal.

Suddenly, the blows stopped and Valerie was about to cry out in sheer relief, but she felt a strong hand across her broken lips.

"I'm sick of your whining, slave!" he said and twisted the fine, French cotton dress into a gag for her mouth. She struggled, but vainly and she was soon gagged, the only sounds she could emit were the little muted cries of a baby kitten, or a lamb.

Her eyes opened wide with horror when she saw him approach her with a ball of thick, scratchy rope. She bolted in terror, but there was nowhere to escape to and she got a furious smack across the ear that left her head ringing, long after the blow was over.

Taking the thick, cruel rope, he expertly bound her flailing arms tightly behind her back. The position strained her neck, back and shoulders and her whole upper body was twisted into a mass of unending pain.

Dragging her by her still unbound feet across the rough surface of the floor, he pulled her over to where a long thick rod was suspended across the width of the the truck.

Yanking her up, he pulled her bound hands, stiff from lack of blood, up above her head and tightly bound them to the pole. It was placed fairly up, so that her whole body was forced into a tense and unnatural position. Her toes barely grazed the floor, her back was arched and her tits jutted out, looking warm and inviting.