'Get up and get on there.'
Jack was rough, hauling her up from the floor and dropping her heavily on the mattress. Dina draped one arm over her eyes, fighting back more screams.
She felt as if she were about to go crazy with fear and pain. Dina tried desperately to control herself.
Suddenly Jack was gone. Dina slid her arm from her eyes, propping herself up. She felt a nagging ache in her shoulders and back from all the beating. But in spite of this she felt relief.
Jack came back, his shirt in one hand. 'Took a chance you wouldn't try anything stupid… like runnin' away.'
Dina bit her lip. She could have slipped out the window, thrown herself through the glass if necessary. Why hadn't she realized he'd gone out for a moment?
'You look cold, baby.'
'No… I… I just want you to go, that's all,' she stammered, drawing back on the bed.
'That ain't gonna happen right now.' She watched with the interest of a condemned man watching his executioner sharpening the blade of the ax. He was fishing around in one pocket, pulling out a lighter and crumpled pack of cigarettes.
'Want one?'
Dina wrinkled up her nose and turned her head away. She smoothed her fingers over the injured areas of her thighs.
'Don't smoke, huh? Lots of people give it up,' Jack said, shrugging as he pulled a cigarette from the pack, then shoved the rest back in his shirt pocket.
She watched as he flipped open the top of the lighter and flicked. Blue sparks flew from around the lighter, then a flame shot up.
'What… what are you doing?'
Jack only smiled back at her, taking a few long puffs. Then he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, and blew smoke in her face. Dina coughed and turned her face away once more. She heard the clicking sound of the lighter top snapping shut.
'This is just a reminder, like the belt, that you don't fuck around with me. You try somethin' like blabbin' to the cops later, or try to get away now, and I'm gonna work a number on you like you can't believe.'
His voice was low, trembling. No, he wasn't just doing this to teach her a lesson. No, Jack liked hurting people, women in particular. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. He liked watching women, trembling under him, getting hurt. And then he'd fuck them with his cock, using his prickmeat like a weapon. And if the women were anything like her, they eventually came around, licked his cock, ate his balls, enjoyed every second of it.
'Ooohhh…' she gasped.
He passed the burning cigarette tip from thigh to thigh, keeping the smoldering ashes at least an inch or so away from her flesh.
Dina shut her eyes tightly, curling her fingers tightly into fists and digging the nails into her soft palms. She couldn't take it, couldn't take the idea of being scarred like that for life.
She felt her ass muscles loosening. Piss dribbled out from her slit, wetting down her thighs and the sheets under her ass. She was losing complete control as heat singed the white fuzz covering her belly. The girl tightened her abdominal muscles, scooting back slowly on the bed, feeling as if she were about to faint at any moment.
'Oooooohhhh!' Dina moaned.
Yet that super heat felt deliciously good. It was just as when he'd fucked her. All that brutality, all that knocking around still made her gasp with delight. It was something she couldn't understand.
Again she let out a little whimper, breathing with wheezing sounds through her nostrils. She loved it as much as she hated it. The thought of him fucking her, of him stabbing her with his cock after having burned her with that cigarette made her whimper with lust.
'Oooooohhhh…'
'Mmmmmm, you're turning on, huh, baby?'
He puffed his cigarette again, dropping the ashes on her belly. Dina flinched, her flesh knocking off the hot black refuse. She opened her eyes again, her irises dilated. Her fear and confusion became more intense.
When she saw the cigarette come out of his mouth she knew he was going to go back to his burning trick again. The gray smoke curled over both their heads, and the pungent aroma of burning tobacco made her nose wrinkle.
Dina felt the blood rushing from her face. She lay there, a victim of Jack, and a victim of her own hot body. The feelings rioting through her, taking her over, were ones she had never expected, never heard of before.
She felt the wet sheets gathering up under her asscheeks as Jack moved the cigarette back down toward her flesh. She saw those burning ashes, the glowing red tip, the smoke curling up from the blackening paper. The terrified blonde teen rubbed her naked legs against the mattress, reaching back to grab for anything.
'Uhhhhhh… ooohhh!' she wailed.
Dina felt her thigh, and stomach muscles tightening so hard that they cramped.
Jack reached down, holding her open with one hand, as he moved the glowing cigarette over her cunt. He burned several blonde curls surrounding her cuntlips, watching as more drops of pussy juice oozed from her fuckslot and wet down her thighs.
'Yeah, yeah, you really dig this,' he insisted, moving the cigarette slowly up and down, burning the curled tips of her blonde cunt hairs.
Dina shivered, sucking in her breath. Her head quivered and her neck muscles pressed out against her flesh.
She could think only about one thing. He was going to scorch her clit. Yes, she was sure he would burn her cunt and torch her clit.
'Stop it!' Dina screamed as she jerked her hand forward, knocking his away from between her thighs. Jack's face darkened. He slapped her across the face, then backhanded her with his knuckles.
Bright lights popped in front of her while a throbbing ache developed quickly in her jaw. She thought he might have loosened one of her teeth.
Dina shook her head, sobbing, feeling his burning cigarette still warming her thighs, her cunt. More juice seeped from her fuck slit, perhaps flowing to protect her cunt from the burning ashes Jack was threatening to drop in there.
'No… please, don't… don't burn me there… I'll do anything,' she panted, peering at him through her curtain of blonde hair.
Jack reached down with his free hand and gave his cock a few jacking movements, then moved his fingers back to her cunt and held it open. The cigarette drifted down a little closer to her wet, quivering flesh.
Dina's eyes widened even more, her nostrils flaring. A whimper bubbled up from her throat. Her finger worked, clawing at the sheets, tearing them with her nails.
'Nooooo!' she begged. 'Don't.'
There was a moment's hesitation. And then he touched her cunt, burning the muscles just below her clit.
Dina felt ice cold for a moment followed by an overwhelming sensation of burning heat that wrenched a scream from her throat. She twisted away from Jack. He reached out, spun her back around, and dropped the burning tip of his cigarette back to her cunt.
'Yaggghhhhhh!'
It was the worst pain she'd ever felt. Her legs fought to close around the terrible, burning needle. But he was still keeping her open, smirking at her futile attempts to beat him away.
'No, no, no!'
She was sobbing hysterically, beating at him with her fists, her asscheeks bucking on the bed. Jack smiled broadly, throwing his cigarette away on the floor. He played his fingers over her injured flesh. Slowly, gradually, the girl calmed down, her reddened face streaked with tears.
'I… I… oh you animal!' she cried, shaking her head violently.
Dina watched his expression. He was excited by what was happening here. Was he going to fuck her, she wondered?
