Ellen said nothing, keeping her eyes fastened on the big man and what he was doing. He picked up a twenty-inch piece of line, holding it taut in front of her eyes before he dropped it around her clenched fingers. Quietly, Ellen did as she was told, holding her wrists together and keeping silent as he looped the rope around her hands three times. He cinched the line with a double figure-eight, pulling the rope tight until she thought it would cut off her circulation. She winced, her forehead wrinkling while a strange hot tingling nibbled into her half-erect clit. Joe picked up a longer piece of line, snapping it in the air and moving down to her legs. He was bending her knees back, smoothing his hands over her ass, then sticking two fingers into her shitter.

Hot flashes shot through her ass and made her clit twitter even more. He could see the goose pimples erupting on her white flesh and grunted with approval. Turning her over, he planted one knee against her right leg and started smacking her ass.

Ellen shivered and bucked awkwardly against the raining blows, feeling her ass redden and swell from the constant spanking. Her skin was burning while the sensitive spot between her ass hole and cunt glowed with a new erotic sensation. Ellen liked that feeling and moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen pussy against the mattress buttons.

"Man! Fuckin' the Goddamned mattress, huh? Can't wait to get somethin' in your cunt now. Right, slut? Christ, some minister's wife you turned, out to be."

Joe sneered, grabbing a fistful of hair once more and yanking her head back.

Ellen cried out, her throat raw from the hoarse shouts and cries of pain while Joe continued to slap his hands against her bare ass. She could feel the heat spreading like fingers into her shifter, making her asshole throb in tempo with her beating clit. The smacking blows echoed in the foul room, her ears ringing with the sounds.