Still tied face-down and totally nude on the preacher's broad oak desk, Miss Fletcher turned her head and looked at the teenager. There was concern on her lovely oval face.
"Oh, the poor girl," the secretary said.
Liz's heart rose. Perhaps the blonde would convince her uncle to go lightly on her. She was scared of him; she'd never seen him this mad before!
Her hopes were dashed an instant later.
"Help her," Miss Fletcher said to Rogers. "Help her the way you helped me!"
Liz thought about the way her uncle had been "helping" Miss Fletcher – the secretary's ass was still the ripe color of a desert sunset from the ceaseless attentions of his belt.
Her uncle approached her, glowering. His big cock seemed to have swollen once more until it was almost parallel with the floor. Liz stared at him without comprehension.
"I've let the flower of youth go too long untended," the tall man said, "and it's grown into a weed of sin and depravity. My error has been great."
He reached out and hooked his fingers into the neck of his niece's blouse. She cried out shrilly as he pulled hard. Buttons popped off of her blouse to ricochet off the cinder-block walls.
Liz stared down at herself. Her well-developed young tits heaved wildly, threatening at any moment to pop free of the white bra that held the ripe fruit of her jugs. Lower down, her sleek belly was a trim arrow pointing downward to the pink paradise of the virgin pussy nestled between her slender young thighs. She felt more totally naked than she'd ever had in her entire life.
Her uncle's hot, dark eyes roved up and down her half-nude body. "You have grown into a lovely young woman," he said, "A temple to the greatness of the Lord. You've been defiling it by sharing it with a mob of rutting young sinners."
It was a statement, not a question, Liz shook her head. She had to make her uncle understand. She'd never even let a boy kiss her!
"But, Uncle Joseph," she moaned. "I haven't been doing that! I've never…"
He slapped her. She felt the burning imprint of his palm on her reddened cheek. Tears welled up in her hazel eyes. He thrust his face close to hers. It was dark and contorted with rage.
"Don't lie to me, bitch," he hissed. "It'll only make your punishment all the worse!"
She tried to creep away as he reached for her tits, but with the bookshelves at her back, she was trapped. He clutched the front of her bra with strong fingers, between the cups filled to overflowing with nubile and succulent titflesh. He pulled hard, once, and the clasp at the back of the bra gave. Liz yelled with surprise as her boobs bounded free.
Rogers tugged at the bra till the arm straps snapped, then tossed the flimsy garment in the corner. He stood still a moment, and it seemed to Liz that she could feel the heat of his gaze on her exposed tits.
They were large, rounded, perfectly matched cones of titflesh, the complexion milky and flawless, the nipples like cherries set in the midst of broad brown-red areolas. Stimulated with fear as she was, her nipples stood out from her jugs almost defiantly.
Her uncle's tongue made a slow circuit of his thin lips as his eyes devoured the sight of her naked tits. Then he turned away.
Liz closed her eyes. She slumped against the bookcase. Her world had turned upside down. What would happen now?
A thin, vicious whistling was all the warning she had. Then her big tits flared with agony, an agony that bit the cushiony titflesh like the cut of a knife.
She screamed. Her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her tits.
An ugly red welt crawled across the front of her boobs, angling from above her left nipple to below her right one. The nipples were even more erect than before as pain lanced through her boobs with every beat of her heart.
"Y-you hit me," she sniffled. "With your belt." Her voice was shaky and high-pitched. She stood, rocking from side to side. The pain in her whipped jugs was intense and showed no signs of abating.
"You have sinned," her uncle plainly stated. "You must be cleansed."
He raised the thin black belt above his head once more.
Even before the belt struck her bare boobs, Liz screamed. This time it hurt worse than before. The thin leather strap landed across her right nipple, driving it deep into the soft boob. The sensitive nipple broadcasted pain into her jug in nerve-grinding waves.
Her uncle drew his arm back again. Sobbing, Liz spun to face the bookcase. A hard wooden shelf cut into her abused tits. She kept her jugs pressed against it. As much as the unyielding shelf hurt her boobs, it was infinitely less agonizing than the hot kiss of her uncle's belt.
She heard the nasty whine of the strap and tensed, wondering where the blow would fall. Then agony seared across the cheeks of her lush ass. She tautened her buttcheeks and gritted her teeth against the new pain that pulsed in her rump, a soft moan escaping her juicy lips.
Rogers slashed at her butt again.
"Aiii!" she cried. "Stop it! I can't stand it any more! Please don't hit me again!"
"Your pleas fall on deaf ears, slut," her uncle said hoarsely. "I see my duty. I should have done it long ago!"
Like a line of fire, another whip-mark was etched into the soft skin of her butt. She howled and writhed against the bookcase. The belt licked out and slashed her ass again.
Rogers lashed his niece's ass savagely, forehand and backhand, cutting across the jutting globes of her butt. The bitch deserved to suffer, he knew. Children these days were all alike – filthy, immoral beasts, the lot of them!
He remembered the many long nights he'd lain awake since his niece had begun to blossom into nubile adolescence, her tits and hips swelling, her legs going from skinny coltishness to shapely desirability.
He remembered imagining her with the army of lovers he knew she must have lean, hard-bodied young studs with eager cocks. They'd kiss and fondle her naked body, lick her tits till the juicy boobs were shiny with spit, trail their saliva down her belly and slobber all over her hot, inviting cunt.
And their cocks! She'd suck them like lollipops till they spurted come into her waiting mouth, pump her small fingers up and down on straining pillars of prick, impale her dripping pussy on cocks as rigid as steel bars.
No doubt she loved to be fucked up the ass as well, he thought. He could envision her lovely pert rump rolling around and around in mindless lewd abandon, as a rampant cock thrust between those tender buttcheeks into the narrow opening of her anus. The images were familiar; they'd haunted his dreams for over a year. That came before his eyes now, and he whipped the screaming, pleading girl with fanatical energy.
Liz felt her knees giving way. She fell to the side, her cheek and shoulder pressing against the carpet, trying to keep her tits shielded from that awful belt!
Her butt was stuck impudently up in the air. The once-white mounds of assflesh were crisscrossed by scarlet welts. With her rump thrust up like this, the cheeks of her ass had parted. Her asshole seemed to wink lasciviously at her uncle's face.
"Temptress!" he shouted, and brought the belt whistling down yet again.
It landed in the shallow furrow between the hillocks of her shapely butt. The strap bit deep into her assflesh, stinging the puckered asshole like a scorpion's tail.
"YEEAH!" Liz shrieked. She threw herself forward in a spasm of pain. Her whipped tits scraped agonizingly along the carpet as she slid across the floor.
Her uncle followed. The belt whipped relentlessly at the upturned buttcheeks. Liz's screams rang out in time with the slapping of hot leather against her tender ass.
Then, abruptly, the rain of sickening blows ceased. For along moment Liz lay on her stomach, with her muscles tied into knots, braced for the agony she knew would soon ravage her ass again.