The Preacher's Wife in Bondage

CHAPTER TWO

The minister's wife felt Joe's blunt cock-tip poking against the back of her throat, the mixture of spit and pre-cum coating her mouth and making her swallow. This was a form of sodomy, one of the worst sins the New Testament preached about, and one her husband harped on continually. And it was a sin that now made her cunt boil and spasm.

Joe was still yanking at her hair, his muscular hips working back and forth while his prick slid rhythmically over her flattened tongue. She could feel the veins of his cock rubbing against her stretched lips as the big man groaned with delight above her.

"Ohhh, man, hot fuckin' mouth. Baby, you're a real natural for cock-sucking, you know that? Must make that fuckin' minister a right happy guy at home," Joe said, his fingers fanning on either side of her head. "Whip that skull on me, bitch! C'mon!"

Frothy spit oozed around the corners of Ellen's lips. She could taste his cock-lube coating her throat, sliming down to her belly while her head bobbed back and forth. She couldn't fight him anymore. His knees pressed painfully against her narrow shoulders, shoving her into the mattress while his hairy balls dangled over her chin. He was fucking her face, his groin flattening her nose with every downward cock-lunge.

Ellen started feeling dizzy, gagging at every shove as more and more pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit and coated her mouth. Joe was coughing now, his excitement rising as he pounded the back of her throat harder. Ellen thought he was going to cum.

For one mad moment, she felt something like regret. Halfway worked up, she would hang there while he finished him off. Oh, how like her husband he would be! Suddenly Joe slowed down, his hips churning his prick around in her mouth, pushing out her cheeks while his cum-laden balls dragged gently over her chin. Ellen felt his fingers pressing hard against her skull and feared he would crush her head like an eggshell.

"Man, oh man! That hot suckin' mouth's gonna drain me dry if I keep pluggin' it. Gotta rope you down to keep you in line, bitch."

Ellen lay there, her lips smeared with his pre-cum and her spit. She could have tried to make a break for it now. Joe was grunting, crawling off the mattress and turning his back on her. She could rush for the door and run for it. But something kept her there. She felt something building in her, a strange force that kept her glued to the mattress even though she had a chance to bolt.

Joe recognized that. She could see it in his cruel black eyes as he turned back to her and threw down several pieces of quarter-inch nylon line between her legs.

"Gimme your fuckin' hands. You ain't gonna be the same, bitch, after old Joe pokes you. You're gonna be yellin' hallelujahs like crazy when you think about me and what I did to you tonight."

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.

At times, Ellen could feel the hot sweat dripping from Joe as he worked himself up into a slapping, spanking frenzy. She swallowed hard, tasting the last of his sticky cum washing down her throat.

"Now, we're gonna make this a little more interesting, baby. You don't want nothin' simple, right?"

Her hands were roped behind her, fingertips brushing against the reddened rounded tops of her buns. Joe took the longer length of rope now and held it in one hand, pulling her wrists and ankles together as if she were a roped calf. Ellen groaned, feeling the painful pressure building in her upper arms and thighs. The woman tried to raise her shoulders and tits from the mattress to ease the puffing agony. But Joe moved too quickly to let her body get accustomed to the odd pull. Soon, she felt the soles of her naked feet pressing against one another as he roped her ankles together, then used the remaining part of the line to bind her feet to her wrists. She could feel the harsh nylon line cutting into her flesh now like a knife. Ellen wondered if the wet sensation she experienced now was sweat or blood.

"Now, it gets interestin', right? Can't move at all… just like a roped calf. And man, oh man, you look real good that way, you know?"

Joe rolled her onto her back once more, looking down at her while smearing his prick with his oozing cock-juices.

Ellen couldn't take her eyes off his prick. The rope burning into her flesh, the hotness that still burned her ass from the spanking, everything conspired against anything decent in her. All her husband's words about sin flew out the window as she focused her eyes on that long, thick cock with the purple head. Good Christ in heaven, he looked as if he were about to shoot his cumload right in her face!

"Fuck me!" she rasped.

Where had that awful command come from? The words startled Ellen as she lay there, grimacing against the pain throbbing through her wrists and ankles. Had she actually said something that vile? She saw Joe's lips curl up into a sardonic smile and knew she had.

"Well, now, it sure didn't take the preacher's wife long to come around. Now she wants my cock in her pussy. You gonna beg for it?"

Ellen closed her eyes and turned her face away. She couldn't believe she had said something like that. But she wouldn't let it happen again.

But Joe had other plans, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her chin and snapping her head to the right so hard he nearly threw out her neck, Ellen squealed, feeling him pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting the nub so hard he was crushing it. She bounced her ass-cheeks against the mattress, pulling at her bonds while feeling them cutting deeper into her flesh.

"Say it again, baby… or you ain't gonna wind up sayin' much more."

Ellen licked her dry lips, staring at the big man's penetrating eyes and knew he was serious.

"Fuck me… please, fuck me! Oh God, I need it, I need your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The pleading came out in a torrent of filth, the words shaming and startling her as if she had heard them from another woman.

"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.