Chapter 10

Seth and Cleo drove to the park in silence. The man was angry because he had been hoping to fuck her in her own bed where they could be comfortable, rather than fucking in the dank and musty bathhouse filled with the smell of urine and old cum.

Luckily, he had brought a candle along just in case.

Seth pulled into the parking lot.

"Get out," he ordered.

Cleo did as she was told, not eager to cause any trouble. Seth started down the path, and the woman followed meekly along behind. She nearly ran into the back of him when Seth reached the spot where they had to turn off into the underbrush.

"Watch where you're walking, you clumsy bitch!"

"I didn't know you were going to stop so suddenly!"

Seth turned around and slapped Cleo hard across the face. She reeled back, almost falling to the ground.

"Don't talk back to me, you goddamn whore!"

Cleo whimpered, rubbing her mouth.

"Come on. Follow me, and hurry up about it!"

Seth went crashing through the brush, and Cleo followed along, picking her way over the rough ground as best she could in her high heels.

If she had had any idea where the man was really going to force her to go, she would have worn different clothes. Now there was no choice but to push on.

Cleo was frightened. She had not seen this sadistic side of Seth before.

When they reached the bathhouse, Seth grabbed Cleo by the arm and pulled her inside. He shoved her into the secret room Marna had shown him.

Striking a match, he lit the candle he had brought.

"Lie down," he ordered, pointing at the stained mattress. "Strip and lie down." "But it's so dirty."

"I don't give a bloody fuck! Do as I say and be quick about it."

Seth knelt down and placed the lighted candle beside the mattress.

Cleo stood there, not sure what she should do. If she tried to make a run for it, Seth would surely catch her. If, by some miracle, she did manage to get away, she was not at all certain she could find her way home.

Seth grabbed Cleo by the shoulders. He shook her unmercifully until she could scarcely breathe. Then he pushed her backward, knocking her against the damp brick wall.

Cleo sagged against it, whimpering, as Seth stood over her menacingly.

"Don't hit me, please!" Cleo sobbed. "Then get the fuck out of those clothes, and be quick about it."

Her hands shaking with fear, Cleo removed her clothing, trying to pile it in a reasonably clean spot on the floor.

"Just drop it. What the hell you taking so long for?"

"I was trying to keep my clothes from getting soiled, that's all."

"Ask my father to buy you some new ones. I'm sure he'd be happy to, now that you're his little fuckmate. Hurry it up!"

In a moment, Cleo stood naked before Seth.

"Good," he said. "Now lie down so I can give you the fucking of your life."

As she moved toward the mattress, Seth suddenly changed his mind.

"No, I don't want that, not just yet. Stand there, right where you are. I'm going to teach you to appreciate a good thing when I offer it. I'm going to show you what happens when you take so long to strip when I tell you to."

Quickly, he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it out of the loops. He fingered it lovingly, feeling the smoothness of the heavy, polished leather against his hands.

"Do you like this belt, Cleo? I got it when I was in the Army. They do nice work in the Far East. All hand-tooled, and much thicker leather than you can get here."

He doubled the belt and snapped it loudly.

Cleo flinched.

"Oh, I see that little noise made you jump. It's nothing like the jumping you'll be doing in a minute or two. Lean over with your hands against the wall."

"Please don't, Seth! Not that! My husband used to do that sometimes. I can still remember how it hurt."

"I said bend over, and I mean it. This is going to be just like the old days, bitch! By the time I finish, you'll be begging for more."

Cleo braced herself. She waited in silence for the pain to come, gritting her teeth.

Seth brought the leather down hard across the woman's bare back.

The snapping sound echoed through the dank room. Cleo remained silent.

Seth waited a moment, until he saw a deep red mark appear. Then he brought the belt down again, this time slapping against her round, soft ass.

"Do you like that, Cleo? Does that leather excite you? It does me, Cleo. I love the sound of it. I love the welts it raises on that white skin of yours. Tell me, Cleo, do you like it?"

The woman did not reply.

"Can't make up your mind, huh? Well, in that case, I'll give you some more so you can decide."

Seth slammed the heavy belt down again and again onto the woman's bare back, listening for sounds of crying or whimpering.

But Cleo, determined not to satisfy the man's sadistic lust, remained silent. She clenched her teeth and bore the pain, refusing to make any sound.

"Tell me how you like it! Goddamn you, you whore-ass bitch! Tell me how it feels. Do you like this hard leather biting into your shit-fucking back? Goddamn it, I'm going to keep on beating you, until you say something!"

Still, despite the threats, Cleo said nothing.

She leaned against the wall, rivers of sweat pouring down her face.

Once more, Seth began the beating. He slashed her again and again, bringing the belt down over her back and ass until there was not an inch of flesh that did not glow red. In a few places, the force of the blows had broken the skin, and tiny streams of blood coursed down the woman's sides.

At long last, Seth could do nothing but give up.

Cleo would not cry out. She had won this round.

Grabbing her hands, Seth looped the belt around them, tying them securely. Holding Cleo around the waist, he threw the end of the belt over a beam and pulled, forcing her hands and arms upward. Cleo hung with her feet just barely touching the dirt floor.

"Now that's a pretty sight. That's just the way I like my women to be-completely helpless. Think about it, Cleo, you bitch, you can't do a fucking thing to defend yourself."

As Cleo watched, her eyes wide with fear, Seth went over and picked up the lighted candle. Slowly, waving the flame back and forth in front of him, he moved back over to where Cleo was hanging.

He brought the candle up close to her face. "See this? See it, Bitch? This is what I'm going to take your cunt fuzz off with. It'll be as good as a shave. I'm going to set your bush on fire. For once in your life, you're going to be hot enough around your sloppy twat, just the way you like it best. It's gonna feel better than any cock you ever had."

Quickly, Seth grabbed a lock of Cleo's pubic hair between his fingers.

She bit her lips, still determined not to cry out as he pulled the bunch of hair out as far as he could.

He looked at her pubes in the light of the candle.

"Christ, you got stiff, wiry hair down there. I thought it was awful scratchy the other night. That stuff of yours is scratchier than a beard. Well, Cleo, you sweet whore you, I'm just going to fix that for you right now. You're going to be smooth as a little baby girl when I burn all this hairy shit away from you."

Cleo could hardly believe what was happening. She had been hoping that Seth had only been trying to frighten her, that he did not really intend to hurt her.

But now she could feel the heat of the candle flame near her crotch.

Seth touched the tip of the flame to the lock of hair he was holding. As the acrid smell of burning hair reached her nostrils, Cleo screamed.

Then she fainted.