"Man, you got it comin' outta you like you gotta have dick… you gotta have it, your whole family, right?"
Her brain couldn't comprehend the words. The only thing that could ease her distress and satisfy her pent-up lust was a prick! That's why she had come over here. If Christine could have admitted it freely to herself, she would have realized a situation like this was inevitable.
"Get them tits free."
He was bending down, squatting next to her head while untying her halter. In a moment her halter top was gone, her tits having rolled up and slapping against her chin.
"Ohhh, no…"
He was stripping her, taking off her clothes slowly, taunting her with comments about her body.
"You're like a teeny-bopper, baby. Nice, nice skin, nice tits, nice cunt, nice everything. You're gonna be one hell of a fuck when I get through with you."
Christine moaned again when she felt his warm fingers slipping under the elastic leg band of her panties. She felt the material pulling away from her pussy, felt it rubbing over her clit as he yanked upward. There was a tearing sound.
"No!"
In two swift moves both her shorts and panties were gone, torn from her body!
Christine pulled at the ropes again.
"You can hardly wait, eh, baby? You gotta have somethin' in you now? You gotta wait."
There was the sound of leather scraping against the rough material of his Levi's. Christine turned around as she watched Brad sliding his black leather belt out from the loops, holding the buckled end in his hand.
"No, oh no!"
Christine jerked and tugged her body violently, feeling the leather thongs cutting into her wrists and ankles. If there were some way she could break free! But the restraints were too strong. She hung there helplessly, her ass pressing against the wood.
"Okay, baby, now we warm you up."
The frame moved again, her head dipping a little lower until it was nearly touching the ground!
"Uhhhhhh!"
Christine's head seemed to fill with concrete, her heart beating faster while a dull buzzing sound filled her eats. The thongs around her ankles hurt. Her buttocks tensed as she wondered where the first blow would land.
"Good white skin," Brad muttered.
Oh God! Christine flinched, feeling the cool leather trailing along her legs. She felt the belt sliding down past her knees, edging past her hipbones, then touching her lower back. She curled her fingers into two fists, the palms still pressed against the overhead board to support her body.
"Nice, nice body."
Christine felt her muscles starting to spasm as she waited breathlessly for the first bone crushing blow to come.
CHAPTER SIX
"Eeeeaayyyaggghhhhhhh!"
The blow came with the fury of a brushfire, making her body twitch, then it snapped to the left while her wailing cry echoed within the cinderblock walls of the basement. The black leather bit into the flesh just below her left buttock, burning the white flesh with a dry smacking sound, leaving a small red welt.
Christine thought he had touched her with a torch! The burning sting brought tears to her eyes as she arched her body, her tits rubbing against her chin.
"Uhhhhhhhghghhh… oooohhh…"
An animal! That was the only word that could describe Brad Rudd! Animal! He had trusted her up in this horrible device. And now he was beating her senseless with his belt while she remained bound and upside down in this wooden contraption!
"Have another one, baby, somethin' to keep you warm in winter."
"No!"
Brad paused for a while, rubbing the bottom of his chin with one hand while he studied her smooth back, the full swells of her tight, rounded asscheeks. Christine blinked away the tears and watched him licking his lips, as if he were a wolf about to pounce on her. She sniffed, shaking the blinding tears from her face and tensing her muscles. Yes, she was getting ready for the next blow, the next stinging attack of that belt. She watched the belt hanging from his hand, the tip trailing over his boots.
Her heart was beating hard when Brad tensed his arm, drawing the belt up from the floor and over his head.
"Ohhhhhh."
Even as Christine sobbed, the shadow of Brad's arm cut across her belly and ass. She trembled violently, gooseflesh dotting her skin. Christine saw the arm jerk up a little more.
Closing her eyes and biting down hard, she heard the leather sizzling through the air. There was a rushing sound as she clenched her buttocks together. And then there was that same burning, stinging pain she had felt on the back of one leg. Only now the belt had chewed into the plump flesh of her asscheek. It was a stinging blow that sent her body jerking forward, the thongs groaning as they restrained her. More tears burned her eyes, rolled back into her hair as Brad laughed at her distress.
"Having trouble, baby? Having trouble with the belt? Man, lots of cunts have trouble with it at the start. But they come around pretty soon."
"Oh please, please, you don't know what you're doing to me. This is awful," she sobbed, shaking her head.
Her arms and legs hurt her in this awkward position! God only knows how much longer he would keep her in here, hurting her, taunting her. Christine blinked again clearing her mind. She had nearly forgotten why she had come here in the first place. Fucking. Of course.
Subtly she began moving her hips from side to side and found, to her surprise, that the movement was more than pleasurable. She was feeling the same hot tensions she had felt earlier. Only now the beating and the bondage had added something delicious adventure.
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Again."
The word sent shivers rushing up and down her spine. Again there was the sound of leather rushing through the air, the sizzling, hissing sound that made her tense and cry out in anguish.
A pause, then the stinging heat tore through her asscheeks once again and spread quickly to her cunt. It was as if a lightning bolt had sliced into her pussy, burning her membranes while her clit absorbed a powerful charge of delight!
"Yaggghghghhghh…" Christine whimpered as Brad made criss-crossing attacks on her supple asscheeks.
Brad's breathing turned into labored wheezing while the sound of that black leather belt hissing through the air mixed obscenely with her cries.
Time and time again Christine swore she wouldn't scream, wouldn't cry as the leather burned and seared her ass. But Brad was a master, striking her where it hurt, then going lighter on another part of her body so she wouldn't become numb to his attacks. And then it was back to the injured spot, the leather caressing and burning her flesh until Christine thought she would pass out from the agony!
And then the beating stopped.
Christine opened her eyes, looking up at the big man. He was sweating profusely, perspiration staining his face and chest while the black leather belt hung to one side. He was studying her, his free hand roving up and down the bulge in front of his pants. Her head ached and throbbed from the awkward position of being hung upside down!
"Oh please, please, don't keep me this way please," she sobbed, her voice turning into a wail as Brad stretched out one hand toward her.
At first Christine thought it was going to be some new torment, some awful torture that would drive her mad. Instead, she heard the wood groaning, then felt the inner frame moving clockwise.
She closed her eyes and murmured a prayer as she felt him righting her body. In a moment her hair tested on her shoulders and down her back.