There was a whistling sound, the sound of the broad band of black leather cutting the air. The blonde woman shivered as the whistle turned into a wooshing sound. Then Linda screamed as the belt sliced into her buttock, leaving a long red mark.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

She tried jerking her legs apart. But the ropes held firmly while the steel cuffs held her arms in place. The woman's body bounced and jerked like a speared fish as the strap sliced over and over into her body. Criss-crossed whip marks soon marred the woman's buttocks. Sweat trickled down her back, burning into the stripes. Again and again Linda begged for mercy, screaming that she'd do anything if he'd stop.

"You gonna give me your niece?" he said, finally pausing as he wiped the sweat beading on his forehead.

"No, Max! Oh God, you're sick, sicker than I thought!" the young woman moaned.

The welts on her back, the long red marks marring her milky white flesh stung cruelly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled uselessly with the cuffs binding her wrists.

"Come on," he growled, slapping her behind with the belt again, this time making sure the beveled end curled into her buttcrack and nippled at the wrinkled flesh surrounding her asshole.

Linda screamed, a shot of pain racing to her brain. Her body trembled, bouncing against the bed while the girl moaned for mercy.

"Yeah, sure, I'll stop it, baby, stop it when you want it. But you dig this, right?"

To prove his point Max reached down between her legs, sliding his fingers over her pussy. Linda realized she was creaming all over herself, wetting down her thighs and legs with pussy juice while Max had been beating her savagely. She couldn't look at him.

"Yeah, good 'n hot," he said, jerking her legs apart and squeezing her cuntal mound until the young woman cried out in pain.