A trickle of awful-tasting spit oozed down her throat, gagging her. Coughing and gurgling, Marie twisted her head to one side to prevent herself from drowning in her own saliva.

Brad smiled. "That's it, that's it, baby, move around. I like it when I see 'em move around."

Brad was hilly excited, his nostrils flaring while his fingers tightened around the leather wrapped handle of the riding crop. He brought his arm back once more, the leather strips resembling writhing snakes hissing in the air as Marie tensed and waited for the stinging blow.

It came, taking the breath from her as the crop bit down hard against her thigh.

Marie screamed, while her asshole winked shut. Brad snapped the leather back down a third time, backhanding her this time and crossing the red swelling marks on her thigh with new ones.

Marie let out a shriek, trying to fight back the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her belly. How she wanted to spit at him, tear his eyes out for the pain he was causing her.

Grunting, Brad brought the crop down over her asscheeks.

Marie choked down a stifled scream. He had drawn blood. The bastard!

"Got an idea now, baby? Understand just what's goin' on? You're not going to get just a little of this," he said. "You fuckin housewives think you can play at this. You shop your brains dry, then go out and play games with guys like me. That ain't the rules here."

Marie lay there feeling as if she were on an execution block. She pound her teeth against the ball-gag, screwing her face into a mask of pain as he shoved the tip of the crop into her asshole. He twisted the awful thing around and around like a screwdriver, making her bowel lining kink as she let out a gasping breath around the ball.

Yanking it out, Brad slashed the end of the crop across her tits, reddening a narrow strip of skin on Marie's tit.

The woman writhed with the pain of the blows. She felt the warm, sticky sweetness of her sweat flowing down her ribs.