down the bulge in front of his pants. Her head ached and throbbed from the awkward position of being hung upside down!
'Oh please, please, don't keep me this way please,' she sobbed, her voice turning into a wail as Brad stretched out one hand toward her.
At first Christine thought it was going to be some new torment, some awful torture that would drive her mad. Instead, she heard the wood groaning, then felt the inner frame moving clockwise.
She closed her eyes and murmured a prayer as she felt him righting her body. In a moment her hair tested on her shoulders and down her back.
'Ooooohhhhhhh…' she sighed.
Christine twisted her wrists in the leather thongs, restoring some of the circulation to her fingers.
'Cockmeat, baby, hot cockmeat,' Brad muttered, his hand toying with his zipper.
Christine knew she should look away. Even under these circumstances she should show this awful man that she wasn't the rutting whore he thought she was.
But Christine couldn't help herself. She found her eyes riveted to his crotch, felt her flesh crawling with delight as she watched his fingers tighten around the zipper tab, then pull down. His Levi's halved. Brad pulled out his ten long inches, those inches of cock that sooner or later would squeeze their way into Christine's hot, throbbing pussy.
'My… my God!'
Her lower jaw slackened. Never had she seen any cock so big, and so beautiful as that prick sticking straight out from between his stained jeans! Again and again Christine tried pulling her eyes away from the sight. She tried reminding herself just what kind of person Brad and Ed Rudd were. The stinging flesh still smarting from the belting blows should have been reminder enough. But still Christine couldn't help but stare at Brad's prick, stare at that tight pink skin stretching against the blue veins throbbing with lust.
'Goddamned cock-happy cunt. Thought you was one of those. You and your fuckin' daughter.'
'What?'
Christine hadn't heard much of what he'd said. Had Brad mentioned Anna? No, that was impossible. Anna was too shy, far too reticent to come over here and do anything with these horrible men!
'Bitch.'
He was going to hit her again! She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice!
Christine watched, her flesh tingling as his arm cocked once more. He lashed out with a fury, the belt striking across her tits, the leather chewing down hard.
'Yagghghghhh!' she wailed.
The next blow fell over her right nipple, making Christine think he was about to tear the nub from her titflesh. She jerked her ass back, her lower spine striking the broad beam of wood.
'No, don't… don't!'
Again Brad stared hungrily at her, licking his lips. The belt fell down hard once more across her thighs, then up around her cunt.
Christine felt her belly muscles tighten, then cramp, as the belt dug into her sunken navel.
'Yagghhh… ooohhhhno, no! You're going to kill me!' she screamed.
'Bitch!'
Again came the stinging blows, one raining down after, another.
Her legs trembled, her ankles jerking in the leather restraints. He was concentrating the blows on her feet, the end of his belt lashing at her ankles, her toes. It was as if someone were pouring burning gasoline over her feet. And then he was back up around her belly. A particularly harsh blow sent the tip of that awful belt into her cunt!
'Ughhhhhhhh!'
For a while the world went black around her. Christine had never felt such an all encompassing pain in her life! It was as if he had stabbed her with a rusty blade, twisting it around and around in her belly.
Her knees jerked up as her brain exploded into a myriad of colors and sounds. Snapping her head back, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair across her upper back, Christine let out a series of shrieks as another blow fell.
'Ohhhhhhhh!'
The shrill power of her screaming cries rang off the walls, drowning out Brad's obscene comments on her body. It felt as if she would die here on this contraption.
'Uhhhhhhh…' she groaned.
Brad lashed at her again with renewed frenzy.
Christine screamed more loudly, her chest tightening, her body twisting and jerking, spasming from the increased savagery of the blows. He was beating at her tits, the leather belt stinging her spongy red nipples.
But now, the reaction Christine had was something other than pain. It was arousal, a kind of excitement that confused her as well as pleased her.
The belting stopped again.
This time, Christine guessed it was for good. She heard the belt fall to the floor. She felt cunt juice running out of her like a river of molten lava. And then Brad was standing up to her, his prickhead pressing against one injured thigh.
Christine groaned, her wrists twisting in the thongs, her ass tensing, relaxing, then tightening again while her thighs rubbed against one another. She was feeling desire for him, wishing that he would hurt her some more then rape her. She wanted his prick, wanted that fat cock pushing into her quivering pussy, touching her clit, arousing her, fulfilling her wildest fantasies!
'Uhhhhhh!'
'Fuckin' whore. Bitch-whore. That's what most of you Goddamned widows are fuckin' bitch-whores who gotta have prick. You'd probably crawl through fuckin' shit for a half-cocked fuck,' Brad muttered through clenched teeth. 'Well, you're gonna get one hell of a fuck, baby. When me and my brother get through with you, you won't be able to walk for a week!'
But Christine envisioned being fucked by the Rudd brothers.
Christine's joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and ankles grew worse as her arousal increased. She was rutting, rutting like a slut. But she didn't care.
And now he was moving around, moving to her backside. Christine shook the blinding stupor from her mind, following him as best she could with her eyes.
'Jesus Christ, you got one hell of a fine ass, baby… no sagging, no nothin'… nothin' but a fine piece of ass,' he whispered.
Christine flinched once more. He was slapping her with his hand, his fingers burning her asscheeks, hitting those same areas his belt had reddened earlier. Her buttocks burned! It was as if her asscheeks had caught fire.
'Bitch! Bitch!'
Her asscheeks heated, turning scarlet under those awful blows. The blazing warmth of her injured ass radiated now to her cunt. There wasn't the brutalizing agony of the belt now, and the juice began frothing up between her swollen cuntlips, streaking her inner thighs, rushing down to her ankles. Finger marks appeared on her ass where Brad's hand hit again and again. Christine clenched her asscheeks together until they ached, until the muscles of her thighs began cramping from the tension.
'Ow! What are you doing to me? Oh God, take it out, take it out!'
The attack had suddenly changed. The beating had stopped. Those slapping hands were gone. In their place was one finger, one awful finger screwing into her asshole!
Christine could feel his fingernail pressing into her shitter, almost cutting the wrinkled flesh surrounding the tight little hole. Christine's eyes widened and rounded, her mouth opening while panting, sobbing breaths came from her throat.
'Oh no, no, nooooo!'
She bent her knees, trying to writhe her body away from the invading digit. It was obscene, horrible! No one had ever done this to her.
'Uhhhhhh!'
