Chapter 2
"Uh ... no, no, not there! Not there!"
Ellen was frantic. Matt had brought the nightstick down to her ass-hole and was moving it up and down. Her eyes rounded, then nearly popped from her skull as he started screwing the awful thing into her ass-hole. Her thighs tightened and cramped as she raised her ass and tried scrambling away from the painful intrusion.
Matt relaxed for a second, tapping the stick along her sides, then bringing it down hard between her jutting shoulder blades. A sharp pain throbbed through her shoulders and down her back, crashing into her spine. Blinding light flashed across her eyes as Ellen slumped to the floor.
"That's better," he muttered, bringing the stick back down to her ass-hole and twisting it in.
Ellen groaned, turning her head to one side and sobbing. Hot, salty tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as she tried easing the awful pain between her shoulder blades. The stabbing agony of the nightstick being screwed into her ass-hole brought her around. Ellen twitched as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. No! No! No one had ever fucked her there and no one would.
"Please! No! Stop it! Oh God, God! You're ... you're hurting me!"
She was squealing now, twisting her body around, bobbing her ass up and down to keep that awful thing from sliding into her ass. Matt had already squeezed at least one inch of that stick into her and was twisting it around. Ellen squeezed her sphincter, pushing out as if taking a shit. She would keep him from shoving the nightstick up into her bowels if it was the last thing she did. "Take it, slut!"
He kicked her with his bare feet, slapping her again with one hand, then shoving the nightstick in another inch. Ellen cried out, the cords sticking from her neck while her toes and fingers curled. The pain was mind-splitting. He started moving the stick in and out, twisting and screwing it at the same time, growling like a mad dog when Ellen rolled her ass up and flexed her assmuscles.
"Owwwwww!"
Her face was a twisted mask of pain as Matt fucked her with that nightstick, sliding it back and forth, then finally pulling it with a loud pop from her butt hole. Ellen shivered, laying her head against the side of the box and panting heavily. Her sphincter was still quivering from that brutal fuck. What was more strange was the way her clit had reacted. She realized that it had grown hotter the harder he had fucked her with the nightstick. At the time Matt had pulled the instrument from her ass-hole, her clit was sputtering and sparkling. Relaxing, Ellen felt something hot dribbling from her cunthole. That awful fucking had actually made her hot!
Sensing this Matt moved the nightstick down, wiping it first against her back. In a moment she could feel the smooth hard surface rubbing up and down against her cunt lips, pressing into her hot, frothy fuckcrack. Bringing the nightstick all the way down the big man forced the ribbed end near the handle against her clit. Ellen gasped, her mouth opening, her tongue flicking against the insides of her cheeks as she found herself bobbing her ass up and down again.
Her cheeks jiggled against one another as that fearful ribbed section of the nightstick rubbed up against her clit. Ellen cried out, her cunt folding in and trying to milk at that awful thing.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. That's the way," Matt grunted. "Move that butt, slide it up and down over my stick. That's the way you're gonna feel real good. Up against my nightstick and then against my cock!"
Twisting the stick around, he shoved two inches into her cunt suddenly, the fast intrusion sending Ellen's cunt into tremors of need. She bucked, arching her back like a cat and snapping her head against the restraining strap while letting out a long, low wail. Fucked! She was being fucked for the first time in five years! Her mind whirled at the fact, her cunt snapping down on the fucking stick.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"That's it, you Goddamned slut-bitch! Come on, fuck back at it! Fuck it like it was my cock!" Matt growled, saliva frothing around the corners of his mouth.
Ellen did as ordered, crouched in that awkward position. She bobbed her butt around like a woman possessed, fucking back at the stick and grunting like a stuck pig while that nightstick fucked her again and again.
"Christ, you're gonna make me cum just watchin' you."
Ellen could feel something happening even with this light fucking. A hot, tight feeling inside her was growing more and more intense as the big stud fucked her with the nightstick. She was starting to ease up to climax, the woman could feel it boiling in the pit of her belly. Ellen contracted her tummy muscles, arching her spine once more and throwing back her ass up against the nightstick.
"Damn it!"
Matt squeezed his cock with one hand, fucking the woman with the other. Ellen knew he had nearly shot his load so she stopped her ass moves, groaning as the stick stopped its regular chugging and rummaging action through her cunt. Soon the big stud calmed, releasing a long-held breath and easing the nightstick from her cunt.
"Too much, baby. You were real frantic for that, weren't you? You're gonna be more frantic when I get through with you."
He walked around to the front once more, sliding the stick under her chin and bringing it up to her throat. Ellen gagged as he pressed it up against her windpipe.
"Gonna throat-fuck you, bitch. Gonna choke you with this mother."
"Awwwwwwkk!"
Matt pulled the nightstick up against the underside of her chin, pushing her head back until the woman thought her neck would snap from the pressure. Hunkering down a little more, he shoved his cock up against her nose, his groin flattening her nostrils. Ellen choked, the smell of a man's crotch sending her into high heat, A warm/chilly glow washed over her, making her shiver with unholy delight as his balls pillowed up against her chin. He was fucking her face, rubbing his wet cock up over her high cheekbones. He was greasing down her face with pre-cum!
"Take it, you fuckin' wormy bitch! Suck down this mother-fucker, slut! Clean me out," Matt said, his voice thick and shaking.
The nightstick nearly choked the wind from her lungs. Ellen reluctantly opened her mouth, waiting for the inevitable plunge. Matt took it, bending his knees a little more, then sliding his cock into her mouth. She swallowed hard, feeling that fat meaty head rubbing over her front teeth, then sliding over the top of her tongue until it touched her tonsils. She was filled with cockmeat, her mouth awash with his pre-cum.
"Mmmmmffffff!"
Matt refrained from moving his hips back and forth, preferring instead to stir his cock in her mouth. Ellen found herself lapping at his cock, curling her tongue and rubbing the tip of it against the thick tube bulging from the underside of his prick. Matt liked that. He groaned, rubbing his nipples with the flat of one hand while still shoving the nightstick up against her throat to keep her head tilted back.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it," he cried, half-closing his eyes. "Good head, baby. Good tongue action. Bob that ass around to show me how much you like takin' in my meat and keep that tongue goin'. "
Ellen had no trouble in showing him how delighted she was. She had sucked her husband off many times and only now realized just how much she'd missed it. She couldn't twist and bob her head as she used to do with Hank. But still she managed to work her tongue around this man's prick meat, barely and teasingly scraping the underside of his cock "with her front teeth. Matt sighed again, tapping her approvingly with his nightstick.
"You keep doin' that and you're gonna clean out these ol' tubes. Oh yeah, yeah, suck it! suck it down real deep."
He shoved down hard, his cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. Ellen thought it was almost like being smothered with a pillow. She tried breathing around the fat head blocking her air passage but Matt had jammed too much of his cock in her mouth. The woman let out a choked cry, wriggling her tongue, hoping that somehow the pleasure she gave him would make him pull his prick out a little. He was enjoying this, however, watching her panic grow in her eyes while he throat-fucked her. Ellen gagged once again, crying out in muffled, frightened tones while the fat prick still lodged deep in her mouth.
"Okay, bitch. I ain't gonna knock you off.
This ain't no snuff party," Matt said, pulling his cock out until only the head remained resting on her pouting lower lip. Ellen sighed, sucking in air and filling her lungs with much-needed oxygen. "Oh, ohhhhh!"
He pulled out, sliding the nightstick from under her chin and bringing it down with a hard thwack against her left thigh. The pain made the woman scream, forcing her to roll half over onto the floor. The resulting choking pressure on her throat brought Ellen back. She scrambled painfully around to get back into the doggie fucking position he had forced her into originally.
"You're like a fuckin' dog. And that's just how you're gonna get fucked-doggie style."
He reached down, pulling the strap until it left a long red mark against her throat and made the blonde cry out in panic.
"Don't get so fucked up, baby. Just takin' it off."
He was right. Suddenly Ellen felt the pressure ease around her throat. The leather strap was gone! But Matt still kept the rope tied tightly around her wrist. He was talking about fucking-fucking her hard, fucking her brutally. As much as it excited her, the thought of having him this aroused enteringjier frightened the woman. She started fighting back as best she could, kicking and biting as he began dragging her from the box.
"That's how I dig it, baby. You know just what I want-some bitch who's got some life in 'er. Not some mealy-mouthed little cunt who's just out for some strange cockmeat!"
"Animal! Filthy animal. I ... I hate you for doing this to me!"
"You're gonna thank me for it," Matt countered, pulling her back and then letting her fall to the floor on her back.
Ellen rapidly swung her legs around, tucking them under her ass and sitting straight up, staring at Matt. Her arms were still pulled tightly behind her, her wrists touching her lower spine. Without another word Matt unbuckled his belt, sliding it from the loops then slipping it around her throat. Grabbing hold of both ends, he pulled back, dragging the gagging, screaming Ellen as if she were a log.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Matt pulled her over to a small hassock trimmed with black leather. Over this he draped her, kicking her in the ass and telling her to shut up. When she continued screaming, the big man pulled a foul-smelling handkerchief from his trousers and shoved it into her mouth. When Ellen tried moving away from him, Matt smacked her hard across the back of the head with his right hand, temporarily stunning the blonde into submission.
"Gotta rope you up some more, I guess."
When Ellen came back around, she felt him roping her ankles, binding them together in the same way he had bound her wrists. The rope tightened painfully around her flesh, making the woman wince in pain.
"Yeah, you're in powerful heat-just like some Goddamned animal in the woods."
Matt squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Her eyes were big, staring straight out in front of her as he moved his hands up her thighs and began brushing his knuckles against her cunt lips. Her pulse raced and her juices spilled out of her. He reached forward, cupping her left tit and fondling it.
"Gotta do somethin' more with this. Yeah, gotta make you really hot so you'll pop off the sec I stick it to you."
Ellen heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of his Levi's. Then there was the sound of the belt cracking against itself. He had doubled it, brought it down to her head and was popping it next to her ear. She flinched each time the belt exploded, guessing that he was about to bring the belt crashing against her body.
"This'll be for all the damned lies you been tellin' since I been workin' on you."
The belt came down, the leather hissing in the air like a flying snake. Ellen clenched her teeth together, bunching up her ass-cheeks against one another and waiting for the stinging blow. It came with a vengeance, smacking her skin.
She let out a high-pitched yelp, her body pitching forward against the leather hassock. Even after the leather had left, Ellen could still feel the stinging warmth that pinched into her ass-flesh. Again she heard the belt slicking its way toward her, the slap of leather on her naked ass forcing her to tense. Matt put one foot up on her neck, rolling her back, then rubbing his big toe over her exposed ass-hole. Ellen groaned, twisting her hips and moving away from him.
"The more you get, the more you fuckin' want," he said. With that the belt smacked down between her ass-cheeks, the beveled tip catching her ass-hole and yanking it out of shape. "Eaghhghghhh!"
A flash of pain more powerful than any she had ever felt in her life exploded in her ass-hole. It sent streamers of sharp pain racing through her ass and piercing into her cunt. Her thighs tightened, tensing against the hassock while her ass reddened under the steady rain of heavy blows.
"For fuckin' around with me, baby, you're gonna get some more of this shit."
Ellen tightened her ass, raising it and clenching it into two fists. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin while her cunt snapped shut. Her tingling clit waited for the next blow as a long red welt erupted on her white ass.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The leather smacked once more, this one crossing the first two and leaving a crazy quilt grid on the woman's violated ass-cheeks. Now it cut the flesh! Ellen groaned, spittle wetting down the filthy handkerchief gagging her. The rag nearly choked her when she inhaled and the whole thing made her dizzy. Swirls of bright orange and yellow light exploded behind her eyes, making her brain whirl about drunkenly.
The sounds of Matt's curses became all jumbled in her head as she endured his attack.
"Bitch! Goddamned shit-flower! You come up here and expect to be treated like some Goddamned lady?" Matt screamed, bringing the leather belt down hard against the back of her neck.
"Eaghghghgh!"
She snapped her head back, spitting out the handkerchief with her latest yowl. Matt bent down, shaking the saliva from the material then jamming it back roughly into her mouth until Ellen coughed violently. Another blow ripped into her right ass-cheek, making the woman wonder if Matt had changed from the strap back to the nightstick. The sensation was so painful! Then she saw the belt snaking up over her head once again and felt it slice into her flesh with that dreadful smacking sound, drawing tears from her eyes and hot, frothy juice from her cunt.
Moving her thighs around the hassock, Ellen opened her crotch, forcing her hips into the piece of furniture. Something, a torn piece of material jutting out perhaps, slipped against her cunt. While Matt smacked the belt over her ass, Ellen manipulated her cuntal muscles until she felt that intrusion tickling up against her clit. She relaxed her thigh muscles and let the next blow ripple her ass, working her cunt along the sharp-edged protrusion. Another moan escaped from her lips as her clit started sputtering all over again. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Matt was beating her about the shoulder blades for a while, watching as she jerked her head up and down. A particularly savage blow just at the base of her neck forced her head to snap back. She straightened her spine, pushing back her ass almost in an open invitation for Matt to hit her harder. He accepted, smacking her butt again and again and driving the woman crazy.
"Get over, over, like a woman gettin' fucked should be," Matt said, grabbing hold of her hair and shoving her face over the cassock.
The beating was suddenly over, Ellen could tell that. He was forcing her over, moving her ass up and getting into position. Her head was practically touching the carpeting when the big stud moved up behind her, reaching down and feeling her cunt.
"Knew it, man. That fuckin' beatin's fryin' up your pussy. Good, hot, wet pussy, just the way I dig it."
Ellen wanted him to rape her, to beat her, to drive that hard thick thing through her like a knife and make her cum like a wild woman. She wanted to feel her pussy gobbling up his cock, and demanding more and more as he fucked her into oblivion.
"Uhhhh!"
She snapped her head back, her jaws parting as far as they could. The handkerchief fell out as he had penetrated her, drilling his prick all the way in. Buzzing, exploding sounds rattled through her head as Matt gripped her hips and began the final round of this bondage scene.