The sound of my knee slamming into your nose and the ensuing crunch makes me shiver. The accompanying impact running up my firm thigh, my stiff nipples bouncing on my tanned, sweaty, titflesh just adds to the almost orgasmic feeling of delight I get knowing your fat ass is on the way out of here, never to return. You drop like a rock, blood streaming from what was once your nose, and I slowly stand tall. My body wracked with pain, but I still give the ranch hands around me a grin as I shove a mass of sweat soaked, blonde hair from my face.
"What do you think of your little Brit bitch now, Jeff?" I shout across the barn at my one time crush, as I point down at her rigid, sweat soaked body. "Not so hot, is she?" I say, flipping off "the boss" before I use my bare foot to shove you over to your tummy by the shoulder.
My adrenaline surge starting to, fade every hard shot to my body now starts to make itself known tenfold and I wince as I limp over to where I threw the rope and grab it. Making my way back over to you, blood pooling under your nose, I kneel on your right side and quickly go to work. Pulling your limp arms behind your back, wrapping the coarse hemp around your wrists, I bend your legs back and then lash your ankles to your wrists. I loop the rope around both your ankles and wrists again, trussing you up and hog tying you in the middle of the dirty barn floor. After quickly wrapping you up, I raise both my arms, my firm breasts bouncing along, in triumph....some of the hands giving me a round of applause, as if I were at an erotic rodeo and just punched the biggest cow there. I grin and take the rest of the rope, once again throwing it over the ceiling beam, and grabbing the slack as it drops down the other side. I pull it tightly, my thighs and biceps rounding from the effort, and lash it off around a nearby support beam, forcing your arms and legs up high behind you at a very uncomfortable angle.
I hobble around to your head and drop to my knees, my bare ass resting on my heels as I sit on my haunches. I grab your hair and pull your head up as I scoot in close. Close enough so that your nose is mere inches from my waxed peach. I start lightly smacking your face with my other hand to bring you out of your blissful slumber.....*whap...whap....whap...*
I hear a few groans of pleasure from the crowd as they can guess what's to come.
More sharp slaps to your face to rouse you....*whap...whap...WHAP!*
"Wake up, bitch. I have a parting gift for you before I give ya your one way ticket back to England."
