She was still wearing the panties she had had on earlier, but a smart crack of the belt turned them into a bloody, tattered mass of lace that slipped to the floor. He continued to beat, the strokes now long, hard, measured, slow, turning her white buttocks into a network of the heartless attack. She felt the stiff organ as it the cheeks of her ass. He finally tossed it to the floor and hurled himself onto her savagely, using his hands to strike and beat her now.

He pulled on her nipples and bit her flesh hard enough to draw forth her salty red blood. His nails scratched and scraped against the smooth flesh, leaving their own brand of vicious tracks to mark their progress.

Valerie wished only that she could be numb, or unconscious and therefore impervious to hot red. The belt occasionally danced between occasionally brushed against her leg and was aware of the strange heat that seemed to emanate. As if he had read her thoughts, he now said, "OK, bitch, so you want it now, do you? You want a stiff dick somewhere, in one of those juicy holes, do you?" Valerie could only nod weakly, a truly pitiful gesture. He burst out into a long, low, laugh.

Again, he was silent and then she felt him loosen the ties that had kept her so cruelly suspended from the pole. He did however, leave her hands tied together.

Her arms felt numb and she longed to try and move them, but she dared not. Instead, she stood dumbly waiting for his next instructions.

"Good slave!" he cooed, "See, you're learning now!" Tears of strange, sweet relief welled up in her bound eyes, but it was short lived.

He threw her to the floor with such brutal force that she thought he might have broken her shoulder. Intense, searing pain shot through her whole left side and she crawled around painfully for a moment or two.