of her bed.
'This the closet?' Jack asked.
He was standing by a door near her. Dina nodded her head. She reached up to wipe a stray tear from under her eye. Jack hummed same tune while he opened the door and spread the clothes from one another. She heard the strangely comforting soft rustle of moving clothes. He stepped in a little farther, always keeping an eye on the trembling girl.
'Hank oughtta be here in a bit. Gotta keep you busy, though,' Jack muttered under his breath.
Dina saw him gripping something, and tugging back. It was an inch-wide leather belt she used at times for her slacks. Jack was examining it, running his fingers up and down the length and checking its texture.
'Mine's better, but I ain't gonna leave you here to get it from the other room.'
'Wh-what?'
He moved away from the opened closet door, gripping the belt tightly at one end. In a flash, the teen realized what he was going to do.
He held her belt as if he had a whip. Her eyes filled with the image of that belt gently swaying back and forth in front of his cock.
'Please, oh please don't do this… don't oh please…' she sobbed.
No one, not even her mother, had hit her before. Nothing could have prepared her for this. To be used as a where was one thing. But to be hurt was quite another.
'You ain't got a choice. You've been real bad tryin' to get away from me. You gotta pay now, baby, pay high.'
Dina stared at the belt, terrified of what the payment might be. Nothing could prevent Jack from collecting.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dina's mind raced madly. Perspiration dotted her forehead and ran freely out from under her arms. She couldn't guess at the depths Jack might sink to and try dragging her to. It was all so new to her.
'Please…'
Her mind just couldn't grasp the twistings of Jack's mind, the way it was working… or failing to work.
'No…' she pleaded.
Dina slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes, focused on that big advancing animal, the awful brown belt swinging in front of him. Dina's scalp crawled, tingled with her fear.
'No!'
She gripped the bed, tugging at the sheets. In a last, desperate effort, the girl twisted around and ran from him, speeding toward the closet on all fours. Her tits hung down low, her nipples brushing over the carpet. She could hear Jack behind her, hear him laughing as she headed for the closet. If only she could get there, hide among the clothes, shut the door and lock it she'd be safe for a while.
Dina felt her head brushing against her clothes, smelled the pungent aroma of mothballs invade her nose. She was halfway inside when the girl felt a hand gripping her ankle.
Jack pulled back hard, making her fall on her face and strike her chin hard on the floor. He dragged her back toward the bed, after kicking the closet door shut.
'No!'
There was no escape now, no place for her to run. He had closed the bedroom door as well and now stood in front of it, tapping the belt against his foot.
'Oh no, no, no…'
Again the girl slid back until she felt the bed against her flesh. Outside she could hear a dog barking. A car sped down the street. Life was normal, even boring for most people out there tonight. If only they could realize what was going on here and call the police, she wished.
Dina shut her eyes and bit down hard on her lower up, shaking her head from one side to the other. Nothing would happen, no one would come.
'Uhhhhhh…' she moaned.
'The race is over, baby. All over.'
He snapped the belt, its leather cracking menacingly. Dina shivered, drawing both hands protectively over her tits.
'Now it's time for me, again. We're gonna see how good you are at this.'
Dina opened her eyes once more, watching as Jack cocked his arm back, drawing the leather belt back. It made a broad S above his head, straightening quickly with a loud pop that echoed in the small room.
Again the girl cringed, sinking her head into her shoulders as she tucked her legs back protectively. She half turned around, her arms pressing harder against her sides.
'Yaggghhhhh!'
The brown belt hissed through the air, cutting the shadows, descending on the girl. Just as she started to scoot away a third time, the leather found its target, slicing into the flesh just below her last rib.
'Ughhhh…'
There was a terrible sensation of heat followed by the sting of tire belt. Dina sobbed, brushing her hair from her face. Looking up, she saw Jack swinging the belt over his head once more. He laughed, then brought it down a second time. It seemed to come toward her in slow motion.
'Yaggghghhhh!'
Again the belt, again the terrible slicing pain that nearly made her faint. It chewed the flesh along her right hip, leaving a long red mark on her skin.
Dina screamed again and again mindlessly, scooting away, banging into a wall. She turned around, confronting her tormentor once more. The belt came down, striking her on the shoulder. Dina shrieked, her body jerking. Still yelping, she rolled away, clawing at the carpeting.
'Uhhhhhhh…'
The belt came down on her asscheeks, the end licking into her asscrack. But instead of producing pain alone, there was a pleasurable heat that exploded, shooting to her clit and producing delight.
Dina was back on her ass, her spine pressed against an end table as the belt swung through the air. It came down a third and fourth time, criss-crossing her flesh, overloading her brain with conflicting messages. Panic swelled as Jack stopped for a moment.
He grunted, shaking himself, but he wasn't stopping. The belt came down yet again, tearing across her soft asscheeks.
Dina let out a piercing shriek, recoiling from the force of that snapping blow. The needle sharp heat was bringing more and more tears to her eyes.
But, strangely, there was also a pleasurable heat beginning around her clit, making her tiny sex spindle stand up once more… just as it had when he'd sucked her cunt, then fucked her pussy. It was a stroking coil of heat that made the girl pant.
'Ugh!'
Again the belt bit into her flesh. Again the heat snapped at her clit. And again Dina whimpered then shrieked, her throat growing sore from screaming.
Jack stopped, throwing the belt to one side. He was wiping the sweat from his face, glaring down at her.
Dina shriveled into a ball, pressing hard against the end table. Her body ached. The belt had left stinging marks all over her flesh. She sniffed, rubbing the sore places, still trying to understand why her clit was so hot, so deliciously warm and tight and wet.
Now Jack was standing near her, his cock straight out, his balls tight against his prick root. He was going to fuck her again. She knew could see it in his eyes. He was going to drive his cockmeat through her cunt a second time.
'Oooohhhh!' she moaned fearfully.
