"Stop it!"

"Don't back talk me, bitch," he said, backhanding her cruelly.

Linda saw stars exploding in front of her as the force of the blow nearly knocked her off the bed. The rope chafed her ankles while the cold steel hurt her wrists.

"Come on, baby, and I'll show you some discipline. When I want something, I want it now!"

Max curled his fingers into her hair and yanked up. Linda screamed, her eyelids fluttering, her fingers working desperately against the cold metal of the wrist cuffs. She tried struggling against the big trucker. But it was a hopeless cause. Instead she felt the bonds even more savagely than before.

"Piece of garbage. That's what you are," Max muttered under his breath.

"No, no, I'm not, you…"

He lashed the belt against her shoulder blades. The pain nearly knocked Linda unconscious. The woman let out a shout, then fell limply to the bed.

"You listen to me. I'm gonna make sure you don't forget this little lesson today," Max growled, pulling her off the bed and forcing her to stand.

Linda ached all over. She never believed another human being could do something like this to her or anyone else. It was something straight out of the movies or history books.

"You walk straight, baby… that's it, hop! Hop to the bathroom," Max said, laughing at Linda's distress when she realized her legs were still tied. The woman staggered, doing her best to obey him, fearing the cutting blow of the belt. She didn't want to feel that leather slicing into her butt again.

"Oh!" Linda lost her balance, tumbling onto the floor.

Linda was beaten around the head with the belt, the buckle striking her ribcage twice just below her tits. Max slipped one booted foot under her right tit, moving it up and down. Linda flinched, wondering if he was going to kick her there, cave in her chest with his massive feet. At this point she didn't put anything past him.