"Man, that's one sweet invite."
Joe moved his hands down to her hair once more, grabbing handfuls of it and tugging. She arched her spine until she thought it would break from the pressure, her head pressing against the mattress. He still pulled at her hair pressing down his knee against her leg while watching her cunt-lips quiver with excitement.
"Oh!"
Joe had his hands crawling like spiders over her body, his rough fingertips pinching her flesh until she squealed again and again against the pain. He laughed at her, lowering his head down to her tits. At first, he licked her tits like a dog lapping at water, his prick jerking up and striking his hairy belly again and again. Then he opened his mouth and bit down on one long red nipples, his front teeth digging into the throbbing tit-flesh.
Ellen shrieked, her eyes rounding while hoarse cries ripped from her throat. He was tugging that tit upward, licking the tip of his tongue over the injured tit-tip. He let go, pushing his hands against her shoulders and sliding into her saddle. She could feel his cock sliding through her frazzled pussyhairs, picking up the slick juice oozing from her cunt – slot.
Ellen groaned, twisting against the rope, prancing her ass as she felt his long thick fucker tunnel into her cunt. Joe was groaning, biting her neck like a hunkering dog while fucking his prick into her pussy.
"Christ! You're gonna burn me up with that Goddamned hot pussy!"
He bit her continually, nibbling at her ears, biting her throat, edging down and biting her nipples once more while ramming his cock-meat in and out of her cunt-hole. She could hear the juicy sucking sound of his prick as it plundered her pussy. Never, ever had she felt a cock that big fucking into her cunt. Feeling this strange man's stiff fucker rubbing against her clit while fucking down deep made Ellen weak.
"Gonna do it, bitch, gonna… uhhhhhh!" Ellen thrashed as best she could, squirming her cunt around, revolving her ass while that moment of white-hot madness burned through her head.
She started yelping and screaming, cumming like a shameless slut while this big man dumped his load of jism in her pussy. She was all cunt in a second – hot wet and milking, her pussy clenching down on the shivering, cum-shooting cock at least twice for every squirt burning into her cuntal walls. And when it was over, Ellen felt she had been fucked by the biggest, hardest cock ever. She seemed to melt like butter on the dirty mattress, the slapping and spanking and roping half forgotten as a glow spread over her body.
"Nice, bitch, real good. And you got off on it right good. Now, you gotta pay a little more for Joe's favors."
He drew away from her, pulling his prick from her slackening cunt with a squishy sound. Ellen shivered, feeling her cuntal walls shrinking against one another like the elastic top of a drawstring purse. Cum and cunt-juice oozed down her ass-crack, seeping into her whole and making her shudder with delight. Joe got back into his Levi's, hitching his cock into his pants before scooping the still-bound woman in his arms and lifting her off the mattress.
They moved through the darkened house, Ellen terribly aware of the aching pain in her upper arms and thighs now. She wished he would untie her but knew it was senseless for her to say anything. She remembered his smacking blows against her face and ass and chose to remain silent. When they reached the far end of the house, she noticed a long wooden cross-beam running from one end of a room to another. It was some distance from the bedroom and living room area, almost like a separate building.
Only when he lay her down on her side and reached up did Ellen realize a rope dangled down from that beam. A small silver-colored C-clamp dangled from the loose end about four feet from the wooden floor. Ellen watched as Joe tested the line for strength. Then he brought the woman to her knees, slipping the clamp over the rope, binding her wrists to her ankles. In a moment she felt herself sweeping from the floor, her body suspended in a U-shape, her tits dangling straight down from her chest. The pressure was terrible! Ellen screamed, feeling the small bones in her spine almost cracking with the awkward position.
Joe pulled her higher and higher. She swung like a pendulum, her tits hanging down, slapping against one another while her belly sagged even more. When she was nearly six feet from the floor, Joe secured the rope on a winch. More cum oozed from her pussy-slit, dripping onto the floor. Joe nudged the puddle of cum with the toe of his boot, grinning at her.
"I like it when a woman's tied up this way. Nothin' better than seein' a Goddamned bitch hangin' like his, her tits danglin' down, her fuckin' cunt open. Fuck, I shoulda fucked you this way!"
She grimaced again, the pain shooting up and down her arms like lightning while she hung her head down and gasped for air. She was panting with agony, her arms shivering with pain. The weight of her own body was killing her. Finally, Ellen could stand it no longer. She twisted her head around, screaming as loudly as she could as her body bounced on the rope. Joe did nothing. He just stood there, arms folded over his naked chest as she swung there, like a piece of meat on a hook. Ellen screamed again unable to stand the agony. She was one big ache, the agony throbbing through her and bleaching her mind.
Only when it appeared she would pass out did Joe stroll to the wall and release the winch, lowering Ellen to the floor with a sickening thud.
"Lick them boots, baby. I know you high-and-mighty sluts look down on us country folk. Well, you're gonna get some country in your fuckin mouth," Joe said hatefully, pushing his filthy boot against her lips.
Ellen gagged, flicking her tongue over the filthy leather, sucking it down while she squirmed on the bare floor. He shoved the toe of his boot into her mouth, threatening to break her front teeth with the kicking motions he gave to it. When she had had enough, Ellen groaned and with a mighty effort rolled her body to the other side. For her reward, she received a harsh kick in the ribs, the blow newly knocking all the wind from her.
"I've had enough of you, bitch – for tonight," Joe said, pulling a switchblade from his pocket and flicking it open.
With two swift moves, he slicked open the nylon rope, nearly nicking her flesh. Ellen cried out, rolling away from him and tucking her legs under her ass. Peering through her curtaining blonde hair, she trembled, wondering if he was playing a game with her or was really letting her go. He nudged her torn dress, kicking the remnants toward her.
"I don't give a fuck what you wear outta here. You could go out stark naked for all I care. Yeah, a minister's wife runnin' outta our house plumb naked – like a jaybird, her tits all black and blue and marked from my teeth. Man, they'd laugh about that, huh?"
He laughed, throwing back his head and roaring at the idea as Ellen grabbed what remained of her dress and panties and drew it over her bruised body.
"Please, let me go," she whimpered.
"Sure, for now. But my brothers and me might have some plans for you and that little slut that got outta here. Any complaints, and your preacher hubby's gonna find out about you real fast. Now, get outta here, slut!"
Crawling from the room, Ellen was glad it was dark. She could slink back to the parish house without anyone seeing her. She would lie. God in heaven, she would lie to cover this disgrace up.
CHAPTER THREE
Ellen tried to compose herself as she saw Mindy Sue sitting next to her parents the following Sunday in church. Thank goodness her husband hadn't noticed the marks on her ass and arms.
Joe Crenshaw had managed to mark her well, her flesh still bruised from his blows. Even there in church, Ellen could still almost feel the stinging blows of his hand as it smacked her ass. Drawing her white-gloved hands over her skirt, Ellen tried to push thoughts such as those from her mind. What had happened was an outrage. It wouldn't happen again. She had heard nothing from Joe Crenshaw, something that both relieved and bothered her at the same time.