I couldn't feel the separate strokes any more.

I had lost track.

My nerves were already fully stimulated… particularly in my cunt.

My clit was reacting more strongly than anything else… and as he kept hitting me, the thing kept throbbing.

And the throbbing sensation kept growing hotter and hotter… and the sensations kept on moving out through my body… and I felt like I was losing control over what I was feeling and what it was doing to me.

I felt my muscles start to go into spasms.

I felt myself leaning back across the hood of his car, felt myself growing too weak to stand up… felt myself starting to fade in and out of consciousness.

He never seemed to even slow down, let alone stop.

Again and again and again, he hit me with his belt, across my stomach, my thighs, and my tits and cunt.

Particularly my tits and cunt.

I stopped feeling pain.

I felt something else.

It didn't feel good, but there was no doubt that it was a sexual reaction.

Noooooo, I thought to myself. I didn't want this to happen. I'd reacted like this when he raped me, and that was why I was in this situation now.

I couldn't control my body at all, it seemed. If it wanted to start being stimulated and aroused by something, even though I hated it, there wasn't anything I could do.

And so, as I felt his belt ripping over my clit again and again, and I felt that tortured bud of nerves growing more and more erect and swollen, and felt the nerve endings gathered there responding with greater and greater reactions, I stopped fighting.

There was only so much that I could do, and then I had to yield in the face of overwhelming force.

I started to cry… I was screaming, actually, but I no longer was sure if it was just in my head or if it was out loud.

I knew that my body was getting aroused.