"Not bad, baby. I like the way you move when I bring down the belt."

"Oh, please stop this, stop this," Darlene sobbed.

Things were getting out of control. Fucking was one thing. Even a rape Darlene felt she could handle somehow. But this? It was medieval! He was beating her for no reason!

Again the belt came down, this time crisscrossing the first blow. Her white supple flesh jiggled under the smashing blow of the leather. Darlene tightened her lips, pressing them into a firm line after her second outcry. No, no, he wouldn't have the benefit of hearing her cries of pain. He could beat her, rape her. But she wouldn't give him the benefit of hearing her scream for mercy.

"Mmmmmfffffff!"

The next two blows tested the girl's resolve. More hot tears sprang to her eyes. She blinked them away, clawing the dirty floorboards with her fingertips as the leather smacked dryly against her ass.

"Uhhhhh!"

A third blow struck her lower spine. Darlene thought she could hear the tiny round bones of her spinal column cracking under the blows.

Then the beating stopped for the moment.

Darlene breathed heavily, feeling the cutting wounds around her ass and lower back. Awful, awful! She wanted to reach behind her and rub her flesh. But the girl was too terrified to move one inch. Finally, out of curiosity, Darlene moved her head, twisting it around and staring behind her.

There was Jeff, his ten inch cunt-splitter sticking straight out from between his halved Levi's. Darlene's eyes rounded in horror. She had seen pictures of men with erections in those sex education books. One of the girls at her high school in Gardena had brought some picture books with men and women doing weird things. But those men hadn't had anything like her cousin's prick! And he was going to stick that big-headed thing into her? A virgin? Just the thought of it sickened the terrified blonde teenager.