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.
'What? Oh no, no!' she screamed.
He was going to fuck her, rape her, tear her cherry away! As much as she wanted – needed – a cock in her hot fuckhole, Betty resisted, clamping her legs together and trying to rock away from the big stud.
'Gonna fuck you now, Betty. Annie said you were kinda afraid of gettin' tapped. Man, I'm gonna split you wide open with my cock. When I get through you ain't gonna want nobody's dick except mine!'
Hank was squeezing the round globes of her asscheeks now, digging his fingernails into her injured flesh. Betty winced, twisting her body from side to side under the cruel touch of Annie's boyfriend.
'Please, don't… don't.'
But Hank kept on, reaching around and sliding his hands under her hipbones. He curled his fingers around her cunthairs and tugged at them, making the terrified blonde squeal with pain and pleasure.
Betty felt sick with disgust. It was going to happen. The fuck her mother had always warned her against was going to happen – and in the worst, most terrible way!
CHAPTER SIX
'No!' Betty shouted again, slapping back at the hands torturing her asscheeks.
'Shaddup, bitch!'
Hank slapped her across the head, knocking her back. Then he teased her flesh, kneading the white skin into tight little balls, clenching them in his rough fingers. He pinched her inner thighs hard between his fingers, bringing her to and making the girl squeal like a stuck pig. Betty jerked her body up and down, trying to fight him off, but knowing it was impossible to do so.
He pinched her harder, watching the girl's flesh crawl, watching her writhe against the floor, her teeth gnashing while she choked down more strangled sobs of terror and pain.
'Yeah, go for it, baby, go for it. Gonna rip you wide open,' he hissed.
His words burned, into her soul. She cried out with a yelp when he tugged at her cunthairs. The sound made Hank pull her down a little bit farther from the mattress, rolling her from side to side, shoving his dirty fingers between her asscrack and making Betty scream more.
The floor was hard, cold. Her knees slapped against it several times, the discomfort becoming almost unbearable. The young stud was squeezing her asscheeks harder, his fingers digging deeper into the rubbery flesh. Betty gasped, rubbing her belly against the floor. She was trying to escape the young man's probing fingers. It was so dirty, so obscene! The beating had been better than this. She felt as if she were crawling through some kind of slime and there was no way she could escape.
'Stop! Fuckin' bitch, you're gonna take it, and take it good!'
Betty felt his finger movements becoming more coordinated now. He was reaching down between her thighs with one thumb, pressing his fingers against her asscheeks for better leverage. Slowly he forced that thumb into her tight little fuckhole, gasping with excitement when he felt those cunt muscles gripping the digit hard.
