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“And you can come like this?” he wondered as he felt his own about to peak.
“Oh, God, yes!” she practically screamed.
He rammed himself hard into her, while she felt something inside her breaking away. Yes, this is Daniel, my Daniel, my beloved Daniel! she silently told herself, as her husband moved with the same cruel force as her captors had. “Oh my, yes, yes, yes…” she purred loudly like a barn cat.
As his climax crescendoed, he reached down low between her legs and let the juices of her inner body pour out over his hand.
“Harder, yes!” she screamed. No prompting needed now. Their flesh smacked together in a glorious rhythm reminiscent of their very best days. On and on, the spasms lifted them from this place to a wonderful mindless rapture, which for those few perfect moments erased the past, erased the hurt and everything that troubled them both.
The exhausted, fainting finish left them clinging to each other over the end of the table. She could feel his warm arms around her and remember how once not so many days ago, she could melt inside that loving embrace.
She wanted that now! Oh, how she wanted that sweet tenderness again, but her hardened heart had not relented. It remained impassively closed to the tender feelings tapping gently at its door. Maybe if it had been just that one time, but there was so much more that followed, more degrading rape, demeaning treatment and the appalling way she became Cain’s accomplice in her shameful humiliation.
Hannah didn’t need to tell her husband the truth, for he understood. He seemed to sense the change in her, the wintry seizing up of those flaming passions when they finally broke apart and the cool chill of reality gripped them both again.
“You can go back to the barn now.” He was as cold as she was. He didn’t even offer her anything to clean the juices that seeped from her rear. His jaw set firmly, he watched at the door while she walked into the chill of the evening and returned to the stall where Travis made her undress and tethered her to the thick wooden supports
like he would a renegade mustang.
***
A day later, Daniel took her to the edge of the yard where he bound her to a tree and beat her backside with switches. It was a terrible time of year to be outdoors naked, and her exposure to the elements became the worse part of her punishment.
“So Jarrett Cain used you in the woods,” he said as he was laying on the stripes.
“Yes, sir.”
“And how was that?”
The stinging branches ceased so she could speak. “He took my ass as he did before,” she said.
When the scowling Daniel finally finished with the switching, he once again pried apart his wife’s rear cheeks and plunged inside the portal he greased with her copious female juices. He thrust deep, harder than he had before, and banged her brutally against the rough bark of the old tree until he shot his hot jism up into her rear channel. He pulled out, hardly winded.
“And after he used you this way, what happened?” he said, turning her around.
“I was taken home,” she said.
“You were used brutally and then discarded,” he said.
“I was scared to the bone and…”
“And what else?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“The truth, Hannah. Tell me the whole truth.”
“Aroused, sir.”
He wouldn’t let her pleasure herself this time. Taking her back to the barn, he gave Travis his orders.
“She’s needs to warm up, but no sexual contact. Bathe her with a hot rag, wrap her in blankets to keep her warm, but tie her hands behind her.”
She slept that way, restlessly, and woke in the morning so horny that any touch at all set off the threatening orgasmic swell.
After she’d eaten that day, Travis pulled her to an empty space in the barn. Her hands here tied and tethered to a beam above, so she was stretched taut; the strain severe. Both men then took turns with cane and switches, barking orders at her, demanding that she lift her feet high and pretend to march. They made her stick out her ass and arch her back—almost impossible to do. When she failed to please them, they struck her with the cane and switches. No matter how hard she tried, they were never satisfied, never pleased and another callous hit would bite into her tender skin and burn the flesh with a smarting wound.
“Stick it out and take your beating!” Even Travis shouted that, sounding cold and belittling.
