Kriss felt her foot connect with her attacker and heard his moans of pain. She smiled wearily. She had reached her target. Now, she had to finish him before he could recover from the pain. But once again, the weight of the yoke came in her way. She tried to lift her torso from the car but she was too tired for that. The muscles of her back were clenching hard as she tried to arch her spine backwards, sweat oozed from her pores, but the heavy wooden spar hardly budged. Using her left padded elbow as a support, she managed to raise the right end of the yoke by a few inches.<br/><br/>But then she heard sounds behind her. The man had recovered much faster than expected. Probably because she had failed to completely crush his balls. A moment later, a powerful slash across her back sent her down on the rusty bonnet. Her full breasts were crushed under her torso and she moaned from the violent pain. And then a rain of blows followed, each one cutting into the skin of her back, the buckle of the belt causing deeper wounds in her flesh.<br/><br/>At first she tried to raise her torso again, or to kick her legs at her torturer. But each blow made her crash back on the car. And each kick met only air and caused her leg to be severely whipped as well. Her struggles became weaker and stopped altogether. The rain of belt lashes continued for some time, extracting screams of agony from her coarse, parched throat. Her exhausted body was hardly twitching, even though the pain was so hard. When the blows began to weaken, her back had been reduced to a bloody pulp.<br/><br/>At last, the brutal whipping stopped. Kriss barely reacted. She was moaning softly, her back burning with agony, too dazzled to move. She felt her ankles being wrapped with the leather belt and then secured to the car and then her yoke was dragged back to the top of the bonnet, until her head was again next to the windshield. She could not see what happened behind her.<br/><br/>The rape began soon after. At this point, Kriss' vagina had been so much abused and stretched that she barely felt the man cock inside her. What she did feel though was the grinding of his crotch against her wounded vulva, which caused her to yelp pitifully with each new hump. She was too groggy to react though, and she would not have been able to resist anyway. Progressively, the rape became less brutal, and even evolved into something almost sensual. She could feel his hot breath against her. Her raw vagina and sore back prevented her from feeling any pleasure though, as the man's clothes brushed against the fresh whip wounds.<br/><br/>His fingers gently explored her locked arms, then her hands, and suddenly, she felt him freeze against her. This man was really unpredictable. A moment later, he grabbed the small finger of her right hand and began to bend its last joint backward. Harder and harder. The pain grew to an unbearable point and Kriss screamed.<br/><br/><strong>"What are you doing? NoooooAAAAAAYYYEEEEE!!!"</strong><br/><br/>The man had broken the joint with a sickening cracking sound and a surge of pain that invaded her whole hand and shot up her arm. The man was already applying the same pressure to the next joint.<br/><br/><strong>"Nooooooo! Don't break my finger!!!!"</strong>she cried again, to no avail.<br/><br/>The same snapping sound and the throbbing agony exploded again. Kriss tried to shake her hand, to free it from the man's hold but although it was slippery with sweat, the man had a firm grip on it. Moreover, the yoke prevented her from really pulling it out of reach.<br/><br/>Finger by finger, joint by joint, he broke her articulations, reducing her hand to useless appendix. She could see her hand, protruding from its yoke hole. Her fingers were twitching and contorting uncontrollably. They were twisted and bent in strange angles, totally disjointed. An extreme agony was throbbing in her whole hand. Every move was aggravating the pain. With horror, Kriss realised her right hand, her good hand, would never be able to grab or manipulate anything.<br/><br/>Her face was covered in tears. She was crying in utter agony and despair. The man was not moving. From the corner of her eyes, she saw his eyes staring at her left hand. Immediately she clenched it into a tight fist. She would not allow him to break it. He had got her by surprise with her right hand, but now she was ready.<br/><br/><strong>"Please... Why are you doing this to me? Please, don't hurt me anymore. I promise I'll leave and you'll never hear of me again. But don't hurt me anymore."</strong>