Mad Summer Love

Torture

Tears streamed down Summer's face onto the desk as Frank threatened to harm her.

“Frank, stop. Leave her alone,” Maddox's voice came in over the phone.

“Shut up, Maddy. You both brought this on yourselves,” the large man said as he lifted Summer's dress over her butt to her back with his free hand, revealing her nearly bare behind.

Fear coursed through Summer.

“What are you doing?” she asked, panicking as she put her hands against the desk and tried to push off of it, hoping his hold on her head would loosen from her resistance, but Frank's strength proved too much for her.

She might as well have been tied to the desk, as he barely budged while she struggled, but it didn't stop her from trying.

With one hand he unbuckled the belt on his pants and pulled it quickly through the loops, causing it to snap loudly as it slid free.

“I told you, you've been a pain in my ass. Now I am going to be a pain in yours...Oh Maddox, you're little slut does have a hot ass…”

Summer heard him unbuckle his belt and thrashed against him harder. What she feared he would do next, was not what happened, but she was unsure what would be worse.

Before Maddox could respond, Frank let the belt fall hard on Summer's rear, the red welt rising instantly. The strike was so hard the shape of the belt was perfectly outlined on her pale skin.

She screamed as soon as the belt hit her, stinging her skin. It felt like it was on fire.

“Please! Stop!” she cried out, sobbing as she continued to try and escape him.

****

Maddox was now screaming into the phone. “Frank!! Stop. I will give you what you want!! Stop hurting her! Where are you? I will come to you! Summer, where are you?!”

He was driving now. He didn't know where they were, but he knew where he was going. He looked back at Madison and knew the music was not loud enough to have drowned him out. He gave her a weak smile, then focused on the road.

Madison felt the car jolt away from the curb where they were parked. She didn't know where they were going, nor could she hear anything other than mumbling coming from her father, but his small smile gave it all away. Things were not going well and Madison feared that she'd never see her mother again.

****

“Your...,” Summer began to tell Maddox, but stopped as Frank's hand touched the sore spot on her butt and squeezed it, causing a sharp pain to stab through her. “Ah!” she screeched.

Frank leaned over Summer. “Tell him where we are and I'll shove my c**k up your ass,” he whispered.

His threat tore through her and her mouth snapped shut as she nodded in agreement. There was no way she wanted that to happen.

“Good girl,” he whispered again, before moving away from her, his hand still firmly on her head.

“Soon Maddox. Not yet,” he said into the phone.

He continued to squeeze the welt on Summer’s butt, then grabbed the waist of her thin lace panties and pulled hard.

“No! Please, stop! I didn't tell him!” she cried out as the material from her panties dug into her skin, leaving small cuts on her hips before she felt them break free.

She gritted her teeth and bit back more tears.

“I am a man of my word, Summer,” he whispered, bending close to her again. “I didn't say anything about not putting it somewhere else, though.”

Summer held her breath as Frank whispered in her ear, her eyes going wide as he spoke.

“No! Please!” she begged, her chest heaving as she sobbed, still thrashing against his hold.

He stood up and again the belt fell across the fullest part of her ass. Frank didn't hold back, the strike was as hard as the last.

When the sting hit Summer a second time, she screamed and clutched the desk.

****

Maddox increased his speed when he heard Summer begging Frank to stop. He knew only one thing now, whatever happened, Frank had to die.

“Summer! Tell me where you are. Please!” Maddox was frantic as he yelled at the phone.

He rounded a corner, the tires squealing. He could see his destination at the end of the block. His eyes were transfixed on the self storage lock-up as the car raced toward it.

****

Frank roughly kicked one of Summer's heals, forcing her legs apart as he continued to hold her down. Again he grabbed her rear where the belt had fallen, this time in a way that caused his fingers to come dangerously close to her center.

Summer cried out as he grabbed her, closing her eyes and gripping the desk, her knuckles turning white. She knew she couldn't fight against him, he was just too strong.

“Please...don't do this...,” she begged Frank.

He looked at her bent over the desk, her legs spread leaving nothing to the imagination and licked his lips hungrily.

“Oh. Maddy. I see what you like about this girl,” he said chuckling, as he fondled her.

Maddox stayed silent. He fought the urge to threaten the man, not knowing what it would mean for Summer.

“Please. Summer. I beg you. Tell me where you are,” he pleaded with her over the phone.

She heard the panic in Maddox's voice. “I can't, Maddox... he'll...,” she swallowed hard, her throat raw from crying. “He said he would…”

She couldn't bring herself to say it. “I just can't...,” she sobbed again.

Frank leaned over Summer again, his lips next to her ear. “I like when you behave. Regretting acting so tough now, I bet,” he smirked as he bit her ear, hard enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood.

“Ow!” she yelled.

He squeezed her ass again, his fingers now brushing against her folds, causing her to thrash once more. She pushed her hands into the desk, shoving herself against him as hard as she could, trying to close her legs, so that he couldn't touch her again.