Foreword
"TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE IT!!" Hank roared mindlessly.
His big brawny body dripped with sweat.
His evil dark eyes blazed like a demon's.
His face was contorted in an ugly grimace of sadistic excitement.
He loved the way her body jerked and spasmed when he struck it.
He loved the muffled, gurgling squawks that emanated from her throat as she attempted to scream.
He loved the feeling of each blow running up his arm like a shock.
He closed his eyes and shuddered as he struck her again, dreaming of the exquisite horrors to which he might subject her, if he had the mind to.
He flailed the poor wench's butt till his arm grew tired.
Then, he tossed the belt away and stood over her, panting thickly.
After a while, he bent down and untied the leash from the bars in the bed and yanked it forward, dragging the trembling, sobbing millionairess across the room.
He flipped her over on her back and groped around in the cabinet for some more delectable items of torture.
Then, he straddled her waist, sitting on her lap and grinning wolfishly down at her tear-stained face.
He held two sinister looking metal clamps up before her eyes, slowly waving them back and forth...