Rashid ignored the pleas for mercy coming from Diana; they lacked the intensity to interest him. That would change after a few blows with the belt. He began work, choosing Diana's hard, muscular asscheeks as his first target. Using all his strength he brought the heavy belt down across her buttocks. A long, muddy-red streak appeared across the untanned, almost white flesh. Slowly and methodically, he repeated the stroke again and again as the captive woman screamed.

Diana felt as if she were being flayed; It felt as if the skin was being stripped off her ass. Bound against the wall, she could do nothing to escape the maddenly slow strokes though she tried, her powerful arm and leg muscles helplessly flexing in a futile effort to escape. The pain burned itself from her buttocks to her brain with each stroke. Almost as bad was the wait for the next stroke-the pain still fresh in her mind. She screamed repeatedly but had no idea what she was screaming.