"Fuckin' uppity preacher's wife," he muttered, pulling the belt from his jeans. "You sit there so pretty and prim, not thinkin' about trash like me. Well, I'm gonna heat that butt up for you, and you're gonna think about nothin' else but me, lady!"

"No, you're crazy! You don't know what you're doing!" she cried, her eyes growing wide as she pressed her back against the wall. Joe had the belt in his hand now, looping it and tapping the black leather against his thigh. Leering down, he grabbed a fistful of her bodice, tearing it from her body and leaving her naked tits exposed.

"No!"

Ellen threw her hands up to her tits, the real horror of the situation sinking in finally. She shook her head wildly, closing her eyes while kicking her legs in the air.

Joe cursed, bringing the looped belt down against the right side of her face. Ellen screamed, feeling the hot dry smack that knocked her head to one side. She jerked her hand up to the injured flesh, feeling the stinging skin gingerly while blinking away the tears starting to seep from her eyes.

"Better," he grunted, noticing her calming down. He opened the belt now, trailing the edge over her naked thighs, bringing the leather up to her tits and letting it just touch her nipples. She breathed heavily, her tits rising and falling while fear made her throat tighten. Something else was happening too, something that made her wrinkle up her forehead and tremble in confusion. That hot, tight feeling in her cunt she had endured earlier was growing more and more concentrated. The more she lay there on that dirty old mattress, the hotter she felt, the itchy, tingling sensation around her cunt driving her mad while her thighs ridged in anticipation of… of what?