The only response she received to her plea for his cock to hit a certain point of her cervix was a particularly rough thrust. It was accompanied shortly after with his accursed limb leaving her binding and slapping against her beautiful ass with an authoritative and strong slap. With her pussy as soaked as it had become, Joel chose to leave her bindings alone, and instead focused on adjusting his use of her. She was greeted with more of a fuck instead of a pounding. The force and disregard of it was lessened, while his cock shifted within her, moving to hit points more pleasurable instead of simply crudely shoving his tool into her. Ideas formed in the back of Joel's head, but for now, they laid buried under his carnal desires.<br/><br/>The moment her back bounced up to his chest, his stone hand shot up and wrapped around her throat. The hand in her hair released, confident that the stone pressure would keep her from doing anything that she would regret. And then the hand began to squeeze, forcing her windpipe almost completely closed. Barely any air would be able to enter her lungs. It was just enough to keep her conscious, but that was about it. Once she was sufficiently handled, Joel spoke into her ear. "What did you think I did to pass the hours?" Joel said, his now free hand moving to pinch, twist, and otherwise torture her beautiful breasts and nipples. Each one was punctuated with a slow and powerful thrust up, as Joel grew accustomed to the new position.<br/><br/>Once he was finally comfortable with impaling Elena on his cock, his hand left her tits and trailed down until it found her clit. Without warning, he began to massage it roughly, his fingernail biting into the sensitive bud. Occasionally, he would pinch and twist it, holding it like that for a handful of thrusts before releasing it and returning to the 'massage'. He used his thumb to his advantage, whenever she squirmed, pressing the edge of the nail into her flesh. It was not enough to draw blood, but he had held it there for a time, forcing pain to come from the pleasure. She was at his mercy, and there was no sign that it would end anytime soon.