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.