For the moment Wendy was too terrified to respond. She felt his prick, felt his legs pinning her to the mattress, felt his fingers brutalizing her. And all she could do was moan softly.
'Want it bad, don'tcha? Man, I can feel how fuckin' hot you are down there.'
He was rearing back, staring down at her, his eyes boring into. Before she could say a word he had raised his hand and brought it down, slapping her savagely across the face.
Wendy let out a strangled cry, her head snapping to the left. She could still feel the welts on her cheeks seconds later as he slid off the bed and padded to the dresser.
Inching her head up, blinking away tears, Wendy lay there and watched Brad fish through several drawers, pulling out three or four silken bathrobe belts.
He turned around, his lips curled into the hellish grin that had made her tremble so earlier. He came back to the bed, his fat, long prick wagging from aside to side.
'No, no, this can't be happening,' she whispered.
Her eyes widened as she watched him stretch one belt tightly between his hands. He was going to strangle her right there in bed, she thought.
'It's already happening, baby.'
But, as it turned out, he had no intention of strangling the terrified woman. He was pushing her down on the bed, bending over with the belt.
'Gimme your hands,' he ordered.
'I…'
'I said gimme your fuckin' hands,' he bellowed, his voice cutting through her.
Wendy shrank from him, clasping her hands together and stretching them forward. Brad grunted with approval, slipping the belt around her hands and tying them tightly together using a square knot.
Wendy whimpered, her forehead wrinkled, as he used a second belt. Brad fastened it to her bound wrists, then wrapped the free end around a post in the Mediterranean style headboard. He stretched her back, fastening the second belt tightly.
'Oh please… please… don't do it. Oh God, don't…'
Wendy fearfully suspected that he was going to hurt her badly. And in that position there was nothing she'd be able to do about it.
'Yeah, sure.'
He brought out the third belt, looping it around her right ankle and fixing it with a slipknot. Then slowly, carefully, Brad raised her leg, watching her face reflect growing terror.
'Oh no, no…' she pleaded.
He brought her leg upward until her toes were touching the headboard and her bound wrists. Wendy cried out, bringing her other leg up to ease the tension in her cunt and ass.
Brad was tying her ankle to her wrist, cinching the knot so tightly that he cut off some of the circulation to her toes.
'Now for the other one,' he muttered.
There was more movement. She felt him sliding the last belt around her left ankle, knotting the silken bond tightly. He brought her leg up to the other, fastening it to the headboard. She was hog tied, her body bent in a U. Because her wrists were fastened to her ankles, the woman's cunt remained naked, exposed, splayed open.
Wendy jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her throat. She blushed with shame and fear. The awkward position her body had been bent into stretched her spine.
'Oh no, no, you're crazy!' she gasped, her ass bouncing against the mattress. 'You won't get away with this. You can't.'
Brad only chuckled at her vain attempts to tear her wrists and ankles free.
'You're not goin' anywhere, Wendy. You're gonna stay right here and fuck your brains out… that is, when I get through tenderizing you a little.'
Moving her head around and peering over her raised thigh, she saw Brad backing down from the bed. His eyes were still fastened on his handiwork.
Brad turned and stooped to pull at the belt on his trousers, tugging it free from the loops, then holding it firmly on the buckled end. He moved back up to the bed and rubbed the leather against his thighs. His lips still held that evil smile she feared.
'Ever wonder about pain and pleasure? Ever wonder about how they're the same thing, just different sides of the coin?'
Wendy shook her head rapidly. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, while beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She felt sick.
No, there wouldn't be a strangling here. But he was going to hurt her, she realized. He was going to make her flesh burn with his belt.
'You can't… just can't do this… it's not right,' she panted, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide with growing horror.
He said nothing more. His arm jerked back in a savage movement. The belt snapped over his head, sounding like a small pistol shot.
Wendy flinched and tugged her thighs, trying to draw them together while her eyes focused in on that descending strip of black leather. There was a hissing sound, followed by the dry, smacking report of his belt slicing into her flesh.
The woman snapped her eyes shut and threw back her head. She parted her lips and let out a terrible squeal of pain and fear. The belt made her flesh sting and burn. It kept burning long after the leather slid off her skin and dangled against Brad's thighs.
'You beast,' she whimpered, blinking away more tears.
He only smiled more grimly at her. The sound of his heavy, panting breathing filled the room. This was what he wanted.
Wendy pulled at her silken bonds, feeling the material dig cruelly into her wrists and ankles. Even more blood was cut off from flowing into her fingers and toes.
'Nooo…' she wailed.
He was drawing the belt up again. She tried edging away, curling back into a small ball. It was impossible. He had bound her well, keeping her open to his blows.
There was an awful moment of silence, followed by a hissing sound. She tensed, her muscles spasming against her flesh. Then she heard the smacking sound again, followed quickly by another.
Brad whipped an X on her asscheeks with the belt. He laughed as she screamed and rolled up a little higher on the bed. Her toes curled, cramping, the nails digging into the headboard.
'Aaaaahahhhh!' Wendy cried.
There was another slashing blow, and then another. Her asscheeks pranced frantically against the mattress, her tits slapping together from the force of his blows. Tears sprang to her eyes, dampening her cheeks.
Brad was going a little mad now, lashing his belt over the soles of her feet.
'Oh stop, stop,' she panted, hardly able to get the words out.
She tried kicking out, attempting to do something to protect her body. But no move was possible. She could only wail and beg him to stop as the belt kept lashing across her asscheeks, heating her assglobes until they burned.
'Ughhh…' she moaned.
His target now seemed to be the arch of her foot. Brad was purposely slowing his strokes, timing them to strike when the woman didn't expect it.
The sensitive flesh of her foot felt as if it might be bleeding. In her confusion, Wendy thought that his relentless belt had crushed the small bones inside her foot. She beat her face against the pillow, her wails turning into shrieks.
Wendy felt the silken cords binding more deeply into her wrists and ankles. Her thighs cramped from the
