Again the blonde tried to dart toward the stairs. And again Hank snapped the belt, bringing it down against the wood and splintering off part of the handrail with the beveled tip. Betty cried put, shrinking back, holding one hand under her right armpit.
"Please, don't… don't, what… why are you doing this to me?"
Tears began to well up in her eyes. A stray drop of water rolled down one cheek. This can't be happening. It really can't be happening, she thought.
The belt crashed down within inches of her left shoulder. He was getting closer. Screaming, backing away, Betty moved as if hypnotized by Hank's moves. She breathed faster and faster, her chest tightening, her throat feeling as if someone's fingers were gripping it. The girl could hardly get enough air in her lungs to feed her body as she kept backing away and dodging the slapping belt.
"Soon, baby, real soon. You're gonna feel this thing on your body."
The thought of it made her scream in horror.
"No!"
Not that! God in heaven! Not that, not a beating with that thing! She fell backward, her ass striking the floor hard. Again Betty tried to move and found some of her hair snagged on the side of the water heater. Desperately she tried pulling away, the pain in her scalp making her wince. Hank laughed.
"Nowhere to run now, right? Nobody to help you out, either."
She turned, covering her face with one hand when she saw the big man unravel the belt and raise it high above his head. He looked like some kind of nude Nazi executioner.
"Agh!" she squealed as the belt came down, biting the flesh along her lower ribs.
It was as if someone had touched her with a hot iron. The force of that blow snapped Betty's body to the right, her tits slapping wetly together. There was a hot sting that radiated to all parts of her body. Whimpering, the young teen rubbed the sore spot with her fingertips, feeling terror grip her every thought.
The belt snapped up again, whirling over his head like a snake. Betty wished she could die at that moment. More pain. More agony! From the look on Hank's face, he wanted to keep this up.
He snapped the belt purposely away from her body, the pointed tip striking the heater inches above her head. She could feel the vibrating force of that hard blow against her back. Still screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, the girl tore her hair from the ensnaring screws, scooting away, only to be stopped by an overturned crate.
Betty was helpless. Her mind registered that fact, leaving her completely unable to protect herself. It was all so useless. He was going to peel her skin from tits to ankles, so why fight him? Horrible thoughts were going through her confused mind as Hank pursued her.
"Annie! Annie, stop him!" she screamed, rolling her eyes up and watching that belt snapping above her head. "Please, Annie, wakeup!"
Was she enjoying this? Was this part of the bargain? Betty thought of her friend, of the way Annie had winked in the cafeteria, had looked mysterious as she had talked about her Wednesday night sessions with Hank. Of course Betty had never checked out her friend's body on Thursday mornings in gym.
There was no reason to. She would never have dreamed people were capable of doing this of their own free will. In prisons, yes. In concentration camps, yes. Those were awful places where passions ran dark and deep. But here, in the basement of some middle-class home? Never!
"Oh, God!"
The belt came down, this time striking her hard on her right asscheek. She flinched, her body snapping violently to one side in reaction to the hard, chewing blow. Betty let out a low cry, biting down on her lower lip until she drew blood.
Another blow. The girl rolled away, letting out a long, shuddering moan.
Again and again the belt hit her, sometimes biting along her thighs, at others smacking her asscheeks until long red marks appeared on the supple ass flesh.
"No, no, noo!"
"Oh, Jesus, baby, Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Hank muttered, rubbing his striking arm. His cock was rock-hard, the bulbous tip purple and throbbing with lust.
Betty blinked away her tears, peering up at the big man. His balls were tight against his cockroot. Instinctively she knew he was hot to fuck her. But something was holding him back. He was toying with her, playing with her in order to increase his own lust.
"Please, oh, please…" she pleaded.
But there was nothing more to beg from him. He had already committed the unthinkable act. He was beating her, hurting her horribly while laughing at her humiliating pain.
He began again, snapping the belt against her asscheeks once more. Betty threw out her hands, curling her fingers around the mattress she had squirmed over the floor to and dug in her nails. Turning her head to one side, she rested her left cheek on the cool concrete, closing her eyes, inhaling ragged breaths through her mouth. Her knees jerked put like those of a frog each time the beveled tip of the belt chewed into her assflesh.
One time Betty felt the leather snap hard between her asscheeks, the pointed end of the belt curling around like a hot, licking tongue and nearly touching the bottom of her cunt.
It was then she thought of what was happening to her body. Yes, there was pain – pain and numbing terror, fear of what Hank was going to do to her next. But there was also something else, something she couldn't understand. A kind of bright warmth had begun around her injured asscheeks, radiating out like a heater to her cunt and nipples. It was making her pussy juicy again, juicy and tight, just like when Annie had started sucking.
"No, oh no!" she whimpered.
But was she really fighting against it? Twisting from side to side, she felt her cuntlips rubbing together, and a sensation not altogether unpleasurable raced through her convulsing pussy.
Another blow. This time the tip caught the lower swell of her ass flesh. Snapping her body to one side while arching her back like a cat, Betty jerked her face away from Hank. Panic swelled as the big man stopped. Had he quit, or was he just catching his breath.
"Ughh!" he grunted and the belt came down another time, tearing across her soft right asscheek. Betty recoiled, shoving her tits against the mattress. Annie had rolled to one side, curled into a fetal position. At Betty's frantic cries, she rolled back, opening her eyes and curling her lips into a drowsy smile.
A smile! She was smiling at her, actually smiling at her while she crawled under her boyfriend's striking lash!
"How could you do this to me?" Betty whispered through her teeth as she heard the long black leather belt hissing through the air above her.
There was yet another blow. This time the belt curled near her cunt again, a needle sharp pain shooting through her asscheeks into her cunt. When it reached her clit, how pleasant it was! It was a stroking coil of heat that made her dizzy with delight.
Again and again that belt bit into her flesh. Annie seemed to be smiling more broadly, rubbing her fingers around her stiffening nipples as she watched her friend dance and writhe under the merciless belting.
"Nooooo!" Betty wailed.
"That's enough, man," Hank said, throwing the belt to one side and rubbing his prick with both hands.
Betty sobbed into the side of the mattress, her teeth having chewed along the edge during the final round of the ass beating. Her ass felt hot, red hot from all the blows Hank had given her. And yet in spite of that pain there was that strange warmth, that tightness developing between her white shivering legs. Somehow that beating, that terror, had ignited a fire in her that needed a cock to put out. She was turned on, excited by that leather biting into her flesh! She couldn't resist the sensations racing through her cunt.