(Archive note: The actual book that this text was scanned from contained one author on the cover and another different author inside the book.)
FOREWORD
Hundreds of Americans are something they wish they weren't. The husband who becomes the polished man of the world because his wife adores the high-society scene, yet would be the first to admit that a can of beer and Monday night football would be more fulfilling. The minister who secretly covets the wealth he preaches against. The neighbor who belongs to numberous civic clubs and "worthy" organizations, yet is a beast in the kiss-or-be-killed world of business.
The roles people play are numerous, maybe because so many have so much to hide-like their insecurities, their income taxes, a blight in the past, or their moral behavior. Hypocrisy-is it a way of life for too many? Is this truly the Age of the Great Pretender?
If it is such an age, then the wife in this story is the epitome of all pretenders. She hides her depraved desire behind the mask of respectability.
RAPE THE REVEREND'S WIFE is a novel of today's society-its people, its problems, its pretenses.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"See how much your goddamned prayers help now, preacher wife!"
"Yeah, c'mon, crawl up to me and kiss my dick, preacher wife!"
Anne trembled. Never, ever had she been in this kind of horrible situation. The two men stood in front of her, their bare hairy chests glistening with perspiration. It had been foolish of her to come to the Barringtons alone. She had been warned-by her husband's superior, the Elder Dennis, that these mountain people were crude, Godless men who thought nothing of violating the Lord's will.
"Hey, preacher wife, you gonna pass out that pussy to us, or we gonna have to come and get it?"
"No, don't, I'm here to see your mother. I understand she's ill," Anne said, swallowing hard and hoping she could talk her way out of this one.
"Ma? Aw, she went down to town yesterday," the eldest Barrington said, bringing one hand down and scratching his crotch obscenely.
To her dismay, Anne saw a large bulge pressing against the front of his filthy Levi's. Her cheeks flushed beet red as she began backing up in the foul-smelling cabin.
Jerry Barrington put one hand up in the air, halting her.
"You ain't gonna go nowhere. My brother done tol' me you was comin', and I'm all hot to fuck you. Ain't had a good piece of ass for a long time," he said, squeezing his cock-bulge with one hand.
Anne stepped back, her feet creaking on the uneven floorboards. She had hated to come here. From the outside, the cabin looked foul, forbidding. Inside, there was a horrid mixture of smells-piss, smoke, and the musty odor of a dirty room. Still, she had felt it was her God-given duty to help the ailing in the county. Her husband had approved with some reluctance, especially after what he'd heard from the Elder Dennis.
Anne kept her chin up, trying to look as cool as possible while her heart was beating out of control.
"I ... I'm going to leave now. You'll let me or my husband know when your mother comes back. I'd like to see her and take her to church and-"
"Fuck church!" Jack Barrington exclaimed, his handsome face darkening with anger. "You ain't heard us right, bitch. We're gonna fuck you so much you ain't gonna have one virgin pore left on your fuckin' body. Preacher wife, you're gonna have cum comin' outta your mouth, your ass, your pussy, when me and Jerry here finish with you."
"No, no!"
Jack started unzipping his trousers.
They were going to rape her!
Panicking, Anne wheeled about, rushing toward the door. Her eyes went wide when she saw a hairy arm slam down in front of her, blocking her escape. Screaming, she jerked back, both hands over her mouth.
Jack was in front of her, grinning a smile that revealed yellow, tobacco-stained teeth.
Jerry moved in, curling his fingers around the back of her yellow cotton summer dress and tearing down. With one swift move, he ripped the garment in half.
"Oh, no, God!"
She stumbled on the uneven floorboards, regaining her balance while trying to hide her tits and pussy. Her large tits jiggled in her bra.
Jerry moved behind her once more, slapping her playfully on the ass. Anne wheeled around, glaring angrily at him while trying to hide her cunt and tits.
The two savage brothers were laughing at her now.
She looked frantically at the doorway. Jack read her mind, and he kicked the door shut.
Anne jumped, her flesh breaking out into goose pimples as she ducked behind an old kitchen table, her buttocks pressing against the kitchen wall.
"Get her, man! Get her before she slips away!" Jack said.
Crying out, Anne snatched a cookie jar from the nearby sink counter and hurled it at Jerry. It smashed on the wall just behind him. Jack kicked the table away and grabbed her wrists.
"No, uh, no, ahhhh!"
Snarling, Jack twisted her hands behind her.
Anne screamed as her knees gave way and she buckled. She started falling.
Jerry cupped her buttocks in both hands and squeezed her ass through her nylon garters.
Anne tried pulling back, but her struggles created more jolts of pain that shot up her arms. Someone tugged tentatively at her bra, pulling harder until the elastic band snapped.
Anne screamed again. She struggled to pull her hands free. But Jack still held them, Poking down at her naked tits and licking his lips.
"Nice, big ol' tits, man, nice!"
Anne flushed scarlet. No man other than her husband had seen her naked like this.
Jack dragged her across the floor toward the stove. Jerry followed, his gaze fastened on the nippled ends of her tits.
"As God is my witness, you'll pay for this!" Anne screamed as Jack flung her against the stove.
As he approached, Anne threw herself at him, scratching his face.
"I'll call the police! You'll never get away with this!"
"Like hell you will!" Jerry countered, catching her by the right arm and wheeling her around.
Anne sobbed in frustration. He was going wild. His hands pawed her all over, his fingers digging into her ass while he started sucking on her nipples!
Anne screamed, twisting wildly as she felt his teeth biting into her throbbing nipples. He ignored her screams, biting down hard while licking his tongue over her tit-tips. Anne thought he would surely tear them off.
"No, no, lemme go! God in heaven, strike them down!" she cried.
But Jerry only bit harder, twisting her nipple.
She could feel him rubbing against her, the bulge in his Levi's growing larger as it pushed against the crotch panel of her panties.
"Get 'er on the fuckin' table. I'm gonna teach this little Bible slut a lesson, and I'm gonna do it myself after you help me," Jack said, rubbing his hand tentatively over his injured cheek.
"But-" Jerry protested, pulling his mouth from Anne's tit.
"Don't gimme no sass, boy! Now, you just do what your older brother tells you, and maybe I'll let you have a crack at 'er later on, hear?"
Reluctantly Jerry did as he was told, pulling the squealing blonde back into the small kitchen and against the table.
"No, no, no!" Anne screamed, her feet nearly going out from under her as she struggled.
Looking up, she saw Jack bringing his hand up, then swinging it down in a broad arc.
She had no time to duck. In a second she felt the stinging crashing blow of his fist against the right side of her face. Her head snapped back violently, her hair splashing across her cheeks while her brain rattled under the force of the blow.
Anne was so stunned she barely noticed them removing her panties. It was only when Jack dug his thumb into her cunt and pressed a jagged fingernail against her clit that she screamed again. Her legs kicked out, her head lolling back while scream after scream ripped from her throat. She could feel the agony of her clit being crushed by this savage man. And yet there was something else stirring in her, something that made her pussy grow hot and tight.
Jack smiled. "Man, oh man, we got ourselves a little hot honey-pie here. I'm gonna take a good bite outta that pie, baby. And when I get through, gonna give a slice to my brother here. Tie the slut up!"
Anna felt a shudder of revulsion shivering through her body.
Jack held Anne down while Jerry rattled through several drawers. Taking out some ropes, he looped them around her wrists, then tied the free ends down to the table legs.
Anne's face blanched, her mouth setting into a tight scar as she felt the ropes biting into her flesh. She moved her fingers to keep the circulation going while Jerry cinched the ropes tight.
She moved her ass over the smooth table top, feeling her buttocks flattening out against the cool surface. Staring up at the ceiling, Anne felt as if she were being readied for surgery. There was that same helpless feeling, that same sensation of horror as the men roped her down to the table in that wretched mountain cabin.
"Okay, baby, now we can talk a little about your hubby, huh?" Jack began, drawing one hand over his sweaty forehead while standing to her left.
He brought one hand down, lightly tracing a jagged fingernail over the swell of her left tit. Anne shuddered, her belly drawing in while she waited for the next blow.
"We can use some cash, baby. Your husband's into all that fuckin' fund raisin' for the town to repair that damned old bridge the river took out last May. You gonna give it to us?"
Anne stared at the men, uncomprehending what Jack was saying.
"Man, she stupid or what?" Jerry asked, staring at her naked pussy.
He had never seen such a tight-looking cunt, a nice tight hole that begged for a prick.
"Money, bitch. You gonna get it for us?"
"Money?"
"Christ! She's gonna need some schoolin' here," Jack said.
He picked up her purse from the floor, turning it over and dumping its contents on the floor. Pushing the toe of his boot through the mess, he looked at the pile, then tossed her purse away.
"Naw, I didn't think she'd have much money on her. We gotta get some cash to get outta this dump. And she's gonna get it for us."
Jack reached in his pocket, pulling out a Zippo lighter.
Anne's eyes widened as sweat began to dot her belly and forehead.
After pausing a minute, Jack brought the lighter down within an inch of her belly.
Anne cringed, her wrists tugging against the cutting rope. She began making whimpering sounds, her nostrils flaring while her eyes widened in honor. They were going to burn her!
Anne screamed, her heart beating wildly.
Jack ignored her wild pleas, nodding in Jerry's direction. Jerry moved around to the front of the table and held down her knees with all his might.
Anne screamed more loudly, knowing agony was only seconds away. She could smell the odor of the burning lighter fluid as Jack brought the fire close to the stretched tendon of her inner thigh. The fire reddened her flesh. She writhed against Jerry's strong fingers.
She was being burned now! Anne could feel the increased heat on her flesh as Jack moved the fire back and forth, back and forth.
"Uhhhhh!" Anne shuddered as sweat oozed down her cheeks, coating her jiggling tits while perspiration puddled, in her navel.
The fire was moving up and down, close to her thigh, reddening her skin while her legs shivered against Jerry's restraining hands. She jerked her arms wildly until her muscles cramped. The pain was horrible. The heat was as if one thousand burning pokers were singeing her flesh! Anne tried to think of anything that would ease her pain. But all the woman could think of was that awful fire burning her skin and of what the Barringtons were going to do to her next! "Aghghghhhhh!"
Jack brought the fire close to her pussy, passing the lighter over her cunt hairs.
Anne gasped as she stared wildly at the ceiling. She could feel the heat warming her pussy.
She tried to scream at her first, but nothing came out. She could smell her cunt-hair burning. Tears flowed as she screamed. The horrid pain spread to all parts of her body.
"Man, she ain't gonna say nothin' against her husband this way," Jerry said, his prick nearly teasing through the front of his Levi's.
"Maybe not this way," Jack mused, flicking the top of the lighter back.
Anne collapsed back on the table, gasping in lungfuls of air. She felt her body sagging as the two men talked quietly.
Jerry was protesting about something, but finally he agreed reluctantly, sulking away from the table. She heard the front door open and slam shut.
"Don't like people watchin' when I fuck."
"No, oh no, no, no, no!" Anne cried as tears blinded her eyes.
Being tortured was one thing. She could still remain pure, true to her husband, her church. But being raped was something else. She would never be able to look her husband or the church elders in the face again.
But something black in her soul was begging for this.
She could feel her pussy warming to the idea that this madman's cock would be fucking her cunt, sending her higher and higher until she came with the abandon of a street whore!
"Oh!" she gasped.
Jack grabbed her ankles, twisting her around until she lay belly down on the table. There was a clicking sound behind her. About to twist her head around, Anne suddenly felt something very cold and hard against her throat. It was a knife!
Anne let out a shuddering breath. She could hear Jack laughing softly, his breathing becoming more and more shallow as he drew the blade down the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. Her flesh shivered under that light touch.
She felt the knife moving down along the bumps of her spine until he had it pressed flat against her buttocks. When he ran the point of the knife along the heavy bottom swell of her ass-cheek, Anne gasped, then began pissing as her horror grew.
"So, you can't even keep from peein' on my mama's table. Gotta teach you a good lesson on that 'un," Jack said with a derisive laugh.
Quickly, he slicked a thin line across Anne's forearm. She cried, trying to pull away from the sharp pain. She pulled and twisted, thinking that her sphincter would fail next. Surely he would flail her alive if she soiled the table.
Dazed, Anne looked at her arm and saw the dark red slash on her arm. Shaking with complete terror, Anne waited for the final blow. Instead she felt two fingers twisting into her cunt-hole, fucking inside like a cock as if it were her husband's prick probing into her hot little hole.
His calloused fingertips brushed over the lips of her pussy, while his thumb caressed her clit.
"Like it, huh, baby? Man, oh man, you're goin' nuts gettin' finger-fucked. And when I get through with you, you won't be able to think about nothin' else."
Anne wept, feeling her pussy running with juices now, unable to stop Jack from jabbing his finger deeper in her fuck-hole.
CHAPTER TWO
"Uh ... huhhhhh!"
The side of her face was against the table as she felt the tip of the knife slide across her ass-cheeks. The quivering in her sphincter made her ass-cheeks tighten and relax like two bunched fists, movements that excited Jack more and more. He breathed harder, pushing one hand between his legs and squeezing his massive cock through his Levi's while toying with the squirming, terrified woman beneath him.
Anne wished she could sink out of sight. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push out the horrid thoughts plaguing her, mocking her as she lay there. Her cunt felt so very, very hot, so very moist, eager for something to touch it, to fuck it. She kept her eyes closed in shame.
"Oh!" Anne felt the blade poking at her ass-hole, pressing against the wrinkled gray/pink flesh.
She wanted to sob. But she knew that the slightest move would force that knife into her ass-flesh. He brought the blade up, pressing the flat end against the sensitive narrow ribbon of flesh between her ass-hole and pussy.
She gasped, staring bug-eyed at the wall in front of her, her face a mask of terrible concentration. She felt her cunt winking open in an uncontrollable spasm as the blade traced the outer line of her pussylips.
She bit down on her lip, her eyes closing while a pulse leaped to her throat. Perspiration made her white flesh gleam as Jack pushed the blade harder against her flesh, making her feel the sharp, beveled edges of the switchblade. It was all she could do to keep from pissing on herself once more. The blade withdrew.
Anne let out a sigh of relief, feeling a warm glow flush over her relaxing muscles. She felt a trickle of perspiration and cunt-juice ooze from her cunt.
"Uh!"
A mind-numbing chill froze her pussy. The flat of the blade was pressing against her hot wet slit from her clit to her cunt-hole. Anne flinched, feeling her cunt snap shut. The sharp edges of the blade made her cry out in a mixture of pain and delight while she bobbed her ass wildly.
Jack liked her reaction. He pressed the pointy tip harder against her clit.
Anne gasped, her eyes widening even more while strangling sounds of terror escaped from her throat. The pressure on her hot cunt-hole gave her a shock. She arched her spine, pulling at the ropes cutting into her wrists.
"Yeah, a slut. A slave bitch-whore, and married to Mr. Holy-Holy. What the fuck do you two do at night, fuck in the trees?" Jack said derisively as he rocked the tip of the knife back and forth against Anne's clit.
The repeated touch of the blade sent streamers of incredible delight shooting through the terrified woman.
Anne groaned, hiding her face for fear that he could read the lust in her eyes. She was aware now of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt lips. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the wounds made her clit swell bigger. It was like an overripe citrus fruit, Anne thought with a grim smile, about to burst from the pressure. More lust flowed like lava from her cunt.
She opened her eyes and peered over one shoulder. Jack had long since dropped his Levi's and stepped out of them. He stroked his long, thick cock with one hand while he moved the knife around in her cunt with the other.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried.
The tip of the knife had cut into her clit. The searing hot pain was too much for her. She jerked and bucked like a mare in rut, feeling her cunt lips catch fire again and again. This was far more intense than anything she had ever experienced with her loving husband.
As her pussy ran with more and more juice, she thought about him cutting her, about him skinning her alive. And somehow that horrid thought made her cunt-juice flow faster, lathering her pussy-hairs. She felt the rising warmth of her arousal on her cheeks, her tits, her belly.
The fiery stinging in her cunt lips and the terror of Jack's blade intensified her excitement.
Anne thought about what would happen next. He was going to fuck her, to rape her, after having disgraced her in this foul way. He would make her a bride of Satan!
Jack dragged the tip of the blade back, stinging a groove down to the bottom of her cunt-hole. The buzzing, sparking flashes from her pricked clit slackened. But the fear of having her pussy carved up made a wet, shivering sensuality bloom in her belly.
Against her will, Anne shoved her ass back at Jack, wishing in some perverse way that his brother were here to watch.
Anne groaned, feeling her pussy tighten up. She felt her pussy spasm again, a burst of air escaping in a bubble from her overheated fuck-hole. She shot a quick nervous look at Jack. He was still stroking his fat prick, greasing down the mushroom-shaped cockhead with his pre-cum and ignoring her cunt-hole for the moment.
Anne knew she was shaming herself. She wanted to have that mountain man screw his cock into her hot, drooling cunt-hole.
"Uh-uhhhh!" she gasped.
The knife poked at the puckered tiny rim of her ass-hole.
Anne was shocked, her eyes widening while her pussy went into spasms again. The pin-pricking stabs forced the tight ring of her shit-ter inward, threatening to break through the flesh.
Anne screamed, jerking her ass away.
Jack kept up the stabbing, glad that he was causing her so much pain and humiliation.
Anne bit down harder on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Surely that would make up for some of the horrid pleasure she was feeling now. She was feeling a forbidden pleasure.
For an instant she let herself imagine the unnatural probing was the man's prick jabbing against her ass-hole!
Jack was panting now, still jacking on his prick, his balls rising hard in his sac.
Anne rolled and rutted under him as he poked the tip of his switchblade against her cunt lips, then into her buttocks.
Anne rolled her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her ass back at him. The cuts were like tiny blazing fires in her pussy and ass. Her flowing sweat trickled into the slits, making them burn. She felt the sweat rolling down her thighs in shiny snake-like rivers.
"You fuckin' hypocrite, you little slut! You like watchin' what I'm doin', huh? Now, take my dick, baby, a cock of a real man, not the little wimp your old man is."
Jack was behind her, his fingers clawing into her ass-cheeks. Anne sobbed, shaking her head from side to side, her knuckles turning white as she clawed the sheet under her. He was stabbing his prick against her cunt. The fat head of his cock slithered into the crack of her cunt.
She could feel how hard and thick it was. Pre-cum burned her clit, setting it on fire.
Anne rolled her hips, twisting her wrists. She began to love it all-the pain, the restraints, the terrible names he was calling her. She could hear him breathing and panting like some wild animal.
His fat prickhead was finally lodged in her dribbling cunt-hole.
Anne jerked her head up. His fuckthrust felt as if it would tear her in two. Her husband's cock wasn't that big, and he was jamming it all into her at once.
She stared wildly at the wall, her eyes bugging from her head while she felt the knife pressing against her right thigh.
Anne relaxed to ease his fucking entry. It was almost as if she were still a virgin. The big man leaned forward, putting his hands on her hips and pushing down. The long, thick cock slipped into her fuck-hole like a thick greasy finger. The heavy flow of her juices made her tender tissues slippery for the invading prick. It felt good as his prick pushed halfway into her dripping hole.
Jack let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits. His fingers dug into her tits, pulling and kneading at them, while his thumbs flicked at her nipples.
Anne whimpered and screamed, feeling an aching heat explode in them. More lust telegraphed into her tortured cunt.
How she hated the man whose prick slid deeper into her cunt. He was everything she had been taught to avoid. And how she sought his prick! The dog-like position he made her crouch in made her feel more degraded than ever. The worst part of it all, however, was the response from her body. She was enjoying this pain, made all the more exquisite by the ropes cutting into her bound wrists.
"Oh, ohhhh
"Gettin' it on, now, baby? Gettin' ready to cut loose on a big one?"
"Uh! Huhhh! Uhhhh!"
She fought to keep her mind clear of at least any delight she felt. But she hunched back against him even harder. The whole length of his thick cock was in her cunt-hole now, stretching the pink, slick tissues of her pussy. She felt his prickhead moving around in her cunt, swirling and driving around inside her.
"Now, now!" she whimpered, feeling the rapid building of her lust.
Anne tried to clench her cunt tight enough to stop his driving fuck. Jack knew she was enjoying this rape more than ever, her response increasing his enjoyment. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them viciously while he bit at the back of her neck.
Anne sobbed, the bruising fingers on her nipples making her heavy tits ache and throb.
His teeth clamped down harder on her neck, making Anne toss her head back. She pushed herself up as far as she could with her arms, the constant swiveling of her ass growing more and more obscene. She could feel the hot juices dribbling down her thighs. There was no way she could escape both the torment and her own pleasure in it.
"Fuck it down, baby! Fuck it down and out, yeah! Man, oh man, nothin' like a preacher's wife to get my prick good and hot and hard!"
He slapped her ass-cheeks again and again with the back of one hand until it was streaked with red. She loved it, loved the stinging heat that sent more delicious pangs of joy to her flashing clit.
Anne could feel the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her ass-hole now. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a little cut around her rectum to stab. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and shitter drove her crazy.
Anne shoved back against Jack's prick like a wild woman, her ass weaving and swiveling and bobbing.
Jack's fingernails curled and clawed at her nipples.
Anne grunted with pain, knowing the combination of the stretching in her cunt-hole and the pain around her nipples made her mind whirl about.
It was going to happen!
Anne could feel that itchy ache starting to throb more and more deliciously. She was going to cum. All she wanted to do was to have those feelings increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly blew to pieces and swept over her.
It was awful! Anne cursed, her head rolling while she hovered above that wild moment of madness. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She thrust her big tits against his fingers. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was like the fire that ran through all her nerves.
Anne thought briefly of her husband-saw a short, flashing image of his kindly face. Then, crazed with anger, she felt her pussy snap down on the big man's prick.
The legs of the table squeaked, creaking as if they would split in two. The pile driving shoves of Jack's prick and the bucking agony of Anne's body beat and battered the table against the wall.
Anne groaned-a low, harsh, awful noise that ripped at her throat. The whirling golden knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode.
"Take it now, you goddamned slut! Take it all! Ride my dick like the bitch you are!"
"No, no!"
Anne tried to hold off. The terrible blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grew. She heard the squishy thrust of his prick now as it fucked in her hot, clutching hole. With just a little more swiveling, just a little more clenching of her cunt, she thought she could break his prick off.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped.
The tension in her cunt built until the clamping tightened more and more. All of her being was focused in on her cunt, pinpointing around the fucking rod of prick that fucked her pussy.
The knot in he belly exploded. She was just a fraction of a second away from her cum.
Anne knew his prick was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait for the first spurt, and then she would snap down with her pussy when the thick sperm shot out.
Anne clamped down tight.
His prick thickened! The pounding beat of his fucking slowed for an instant, then went on. She heard him grunt.
With a furious, savage jab, Jack shoved his prick all the way in her cunt and kept it there.
Blind with determination, Anne held on.
"Yaghghghhhhhhh!"
A lava-like blast of cum gushed into her pussy. She felt the explosion of hot cum spatter, burning into her cunt-walls.
She gasped, blowing out her breath, feeling her cunt-walls crash in. The first massive fuck-jolt of her cum shattered Anne completely. Her sphincter went into spasms, wringing his prick tighter than before. Her hips swiveled and danced, prancing in mid-air. She could hear herself screaming as Jack bit her neck and another blast of cum struck deep in her belly.
The terrifying impact of her climax ripped out from her cunt. She could feel it in her nipples, her fingers, her toes. After each shivering spasm of her cum, the ripples left an echo of emptiness until the next pulse came.
Anne sobbed, feeling his cock spurting more jizz.
Her cunt had betrayed her. It milked more and more spunk from his swinging balls while Jack continued to degrade her.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he gasped, licking her salty sweat from her jutting shoulder blades as Anne finally collapsed in total defeat on the kitchen table. He untied the line that bound her wrists together. "I ain't gonna let my baby brother have at you yet. I'm gonna leave that for something special."
His words made her soul shiver. Nothing would make her submit to these men.
CHAPTER THREE
It had taken Anne five days to come to terms with what the Barringtns had done with her.
Now, on Sunday, she sat in the front pew, her white hat squarely on her head, her gloved hands folded modestly in her lap. In front of her stood her husband, one hand hammering the air as he went on about God and his mercy. Anne could have laughed.
" ... and be ye not afraid," Jerome Watkins said, smiling down at his wife before sweeping his eyes over the congregation.
All through Jerome's sermon, Anne squirmed in her pew, thinking of how Jack's prick had felt screwing into her cunthole while the knife pressed against her ass-cheeks.
Jack Barrington had threatened to visit her again. This time, he said, both he and his brother would fuck her and she'd love it. Jerry was going to fuck her in the mouth or ass!
Anne moaned, closing her eyes and letting a hot shiver of lust pass through her cunt. The fires were still there, lapping up her thighs, making her pussy wink shut while her nipples erected inside her bra and itched maddeningly! God, she was feeling something like this in church!
Anne put one hand to her mouth, coughing gently, while feeling her cunt lips swell. Her ass flexed, the tingles in her pussy scratching their way deliciously, naughtily, toward her ass-hole.
Jerome was going on about God's forgiveness.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Watkins?"
Anne shivered at the light touch on her elbow. It was Elder Dennis leaning against her, his pale gray eyes seeming to penetrate her most secret thoughts.
"No, no, of course not," Anne said softly, noticing the choir rising, about to give their final selection to the standing congregation.
She rose unsteadily, feeling the hot slick rub of her cunt lips against one another. Against her will, she found herself leaning against Elder Dennis.
"There, there, it's rather warm in here. Perhaps you would rather wait outside in the fresh air," he said kindly, leading her from the pew.
Jerome looked down with concern, both hands resting on his hymnal as he watched Anne thread her way through the crowd to the outside.
It was much nicer outside. Shading her eyes, Anne looked at the surrounding mountains. How lovely they were!
Then Anne thought about the Barringtons. A shadow flickered across her face and she felt weak. Bracing herself against the black wrought-iron handrail, she shaded her face again, feeling her cunt and ass-hole tingle with unholy delight.
The singing had just stopped. In a moment the congregation would all be threading their way out.
"Perhaps I could get you something?"
"No. That is, I have to talk with you, Elder Dennis. There's something ... I have to talk to you about," she said, her voice growing weaker.
Jerome came out of the church, all smiles, his black robe fluttering around him as parishioners gathered about him, everyone talking all at once.
"Inspired..."
"Wonderful sermon..."
Anne heard all the compliments, smiling in turn and nodding at the departing men and women who looked at her curiously and wondered, not doubt, why she had left so early.
"Your wife, uh, has asked to see me about something," Elder Dennis said, his white bushy eyebrows knitting together while his pudgy hands fidgeted.
He was a bad liar, but her husband was a worse observer. Jerome was delighted, turning and talking with other parishioners as Anne and the Elder Dennis walked down the graveled drive.
Anne walked carefully in her high-heeled shoes.
When they reached Elder Dennis' car, Anne thought about turning back.
Anne felt nauseated, faint, as she slipped into the passenger's seat and felt her ass settling comfortably into the black leather.
All the way to his three-story Victorian house, Elder Dennis talked nervously about the church, its people, some of its problems.
"And ... and the Barringtons?" Anne asked tentatively as the car turned up the curving drive to Elder Dennis' house.
"Well, they're certainly a strange bunch. The mother is fine. And so are the boys," he said, switching off the engine and turning toward her. "But when she's gone, well, boys will be boys, I guess. There've been stories, of course. But they sound so strange I choose not to believe them."
Anne began to have doubts about telling this man anything. Would he believe her?
She clutched her purse, glancing up at the house and feeling a shudder of foreboding.
Elder Dennis opened the front door and escorted Anne through the large, cavernous living room to his office. He sat in a high-backed leather chair as Anne sat down and told him the story. Of course, she omitted several points, especially those dealing with her particular enjoyment of the matter. But as she spoke, her words tumbling one over the other, she could feel her pussy heating up once more, her panties clinging to her swelling cunt lips. It was as if she were turning herself on deliberately, talking dirty to this holy man.
She finished, her fingers clutching her purse while she sat stiffly on the edge of her chair. Behind her, Anne could hear the steady, maddening ticking of the grandfather clock.
"Your transgressions, if I may call them that, are serious, child. But they aren't the worst things I've heard," he said, a faint smile crossing his thin lips.
Anne was surprised, even startled at his calm demeanor. It was almost as if he were relieved.
"Of course, you must repent. But I think that can be accomplished without a scandal that would certainly destroy your husband."
"No! No, he can't ever learn about this!" Anne gasped.
"I thought you would see my point. Come with me," he said, rising quickly from his chair and extending a hand for her.
Anne followed.
They had just reached the living room when she felt a stinging blow against her face. It had happened so quickly that she fell back with a cry of surprise and pain. Her purse tumbled to the floor as she banged her ankles against a coffee table.
Another sharp blow caught her in the chin, knocking her around and sending her crashing into the wall behind her.
Anne clawed at the painting on the wall, the frame shattering on the floor.
"Bitch! Slut! Whore! You bring your filth to the church, shaming your husband, me, everyone in this valley? And with who? That slime, the Barringtons? What did they do, have you eat shit?"
He kicked her hard in the belly.
Anne screamed, her body jerking as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. The air rushed from her mouth as she rolled over on her belly, covering her face with her hands. She felt him kicking her in the ass.
Everything seemed to swim around her.
Anne tried getting up, bracing one hand against a sofa. But Elder Dennis kicked it away, bringing down the heel of one shoe against her knuckles.
Anne screamed in agony as he tugged wildly at her arm. She could hear her knuckles cracking.
"Leave me alone!" Anne screamed, jerking her knees around and trying to kick him in the groin.
Elder Dennis brought his foot down against the back of her neck, pressing down hard and threatening to snap the narrow bone with one push.
Anne stopped moving, her eyes going wide, her lingers clenching as her legs trembled against the carpeting.
"Better, far better, sister. As I said, you'll have to repent. I've had many like you here, sister, and they've all come out far better women for my efforts." It was a nightmare!
There was something in his calm demeanor that made Anne's skin crawl.
The pressure eased around her throat as Elder Dennis bent down, his fat fingers curling around the zipper to her dress and pulling down slowly.
Anne shuddered, feeling her white summer dress falling away from her shoulders. When he stopped at her ass, she could hear him gasp with delight.
"Oh yes, yes, a nice body! I thought you would have one. I will see it all now."
When she felt his fingers rip at her dress, tugging it open, then feeling her ass, Anne screamed.
Jerking up, Anne crawled like a dog, her tits jiggling in her bra. She banged her head against another table, the blow stunning her briefly.
Elder Dennis slapped her hard on the ass, his fingers stinging her buttocks through the thin white nylon of her panties.
Anne squealed, pulling away and struggling to get on her feet. He kicked her thigh, sending her face-down toward the floor. Anne was sprawled, her arms flying out to either side of her body. Elder Dennis was on her in a second, like a wolf devouring its prey. She felt his hot breath panting against her neck as his fingers tore at her bra and panties.
Swatting back at him, Anne did all she could to stop him. But he stayed on top of her, curling his fingers around her panties and tugging them to her knees. When he grabbed fistfuls of her resilient white ass flesh, he squeezed hard.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Anne sobbed, wiping away hot, stinging tears.
"You've fallen, child. And this is the only way to make things right again!"
"No, no, you're a liar! You want to fuck me! That's all you want to do!" Anne shot back, feeing anger and betrayal. "You're no better than the Barringtons!"
His face darkened with rage.
"Never, ever say something like that to me again!" he shouted.
He struck her face hard.
Anne fell back, nearly knocked unconscious with the force of that blow. Her brain rattled about as he pulled her to her feet. He held her roughly by her narrow shoulders, shaking her so violently that her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder.
Elder Dennis doubled his fist and sent it smashing into her soft tummy.
Anne's eyes bugged from her skull, her throat gasping out a whooshing sound. She doubled over, her knees giving way as a ring of blackness darkened her vision. Her face was flushed beet red as she saw stars exploding.
Elder Dennis shoved her back again.
Anne stumbled, one hand trying to cover her tits. Her panties were tangled around her ankles as she stumbled toward the front door.
"Uh!"
Anne felt a hard, heavy blow land squarely between her shoulder blades, sending a killing shock of pain crashing into her skull. Her head snapped back while another yell of agony ripped from her throat. She fell with a thud, crumpling.
Things were blurry and dark from then on.
She knew Elder Dennis was standing spread-legged over her, his arms folded across his chest. Gathering her breath, Anne crawled away. She pushed back her long blonde hair, looking ruefully at the torn remnants of her dress.
"You're going to thank me for this, sister," he said, rubbing his crotch with one hand while grinning hellishly down at her.
Anne trembled.
"I'll save you, save your soul and return you as a trusting woman to your saintly husband."
Her eyes rounded in fear as she watched the Elder Dennis pull off his black jacket, then unfasten his tie. In a moment, his fat belly and sagging chest were revealed.
Anne moaned, digging her fingernails into the thick blue piling beneath her and trying to hide the hot, tight feeling that was starting to overwhelm her cunt once more.
"Uh!" she gasped.
He was pressing the tip of his shoe against her forehead and forcing her back to the floor.
Anne fell back. When she tried to rise, he kicked again, this time sending his foot into her ribs.
Anne cried out, her hands jerking protectively to her chest as she rolled away from the horrid man. She curled protectively into a fetal pOSition, drawing her knees up to her tits.
Elder Dennis raised his leg, bringing his foot down between her legs and forcing her knees apart. Moving quickly, Elder Dennis pressed his heel against her cunt, working it back and forth, spreading her swelling cunt lips apart.
Anne lay there, her chest heaving while lusty pulses exploded through her body. She could feel the rough, cold leather of his shoe pressing against the moist lips of her cunt. Her knees were apart, her heels digging into the carpeting while Elder Dennis pushed his toe harder against her pussy.
Anne moaned, her nostrils flaring as an incredible heat burst in her clit, threatening to give her a perverse climax.
He could see her rutting, her ass wriggling against the floor as he dragged his filthy shoe over her clit. Laughing, he shook his head, nudging her naked ass with the toe of his shoe.
"The devil hath taken possession of your body, sister. But I'll chase him out."
Her breath quickened while the bruises that he had inflicted on her began to make themselves felt. She groaned, her fingertips rubbing lightly over her flesh.
"How can you do this to me? How can you make me suffer like this when ... when you're supposed to be so ... so good?" she sobbed.
Anne watched as Elder Dennis began fiddling with his belt buckle. In a moment, she thought, he would be pushing down his trousers and would be fucking her!
Anne scrambled away with a shout, feeling a surge of indignation giving her strength.
In an instant, however, she felt a tearing, ripping pain shoot through her scalp. He had grabbed her long hair, filling his palm with strands of her hair and pulling her back. She could hear her hair ripping from her scalp!
Terrified, Anne sobbed and screamed, beating her palms wildly against his hands.
He laughed at her futile efforts, dragging her across the floor.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anne looked around, directing her eyes up once more at the long bar that kept her arms spread widely apart high over her head. Her wrists were strapped tight to that horizontal pole, black leather straps cutting cruelly into her wrists. Her muscles were pulled tautly, while her toes barely touched the floor.
The room was very large, its floor-to-ceiling windows permanently closed. Four light bulbs, screwed into the high ceiling, provided little illumination. In the floor there were ringbolts, each holding a short chain.
Elder Dennis now slipped her feet into the anklet chains, buckling them tightly.
"Now, then, we have you in place. The Devil cannot escape me," Elder Dennis said breathlessly, rubbing his sweaty palms together as he retreated to the far wall.
Anne watched him, perspiration dotting her forehead and running down her sides. She was terrified. There was nothing she could do to stop this madman from hurting her. The room was soundproofed. There were frightening-looking things hanging from hooks. She was stretched from floor to ceiling, her muscles pulled taut by the restraints.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Elder Dennis turned the handle on a winch, making the bar above Anne's head slowly rise.
Her arms were drawn up more tightly. The pulling sensation increased in her legs and ankles.
Elder Dennis watched her, his smile becoming broader as he turned the winch with a grunting effort.
Anne jerked her head up, her gaze fastened on the leather restraints cutting into her wrists. She thought she felt something popping in her shoulders as the tension increased. She gasped, closing her eyes as she hung there in the form of a broad X. The tension ripped at her arm and leg muscles.
She was hanging there stretched and taut, her head slowly turning from left to right as she searched for some way to ease the pulling sensation.
Elder Dennis stopped, locking the winch in place before sauntering up to her. He ran his fingers up and down her strained flesh.
She gasped, closing her eyes and trying to wish him away as she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. It wasn't from the cold that her tit tips were so long and thick. It was excitement-crude, animal excitement that made her feel this aroused. This foul animal was doing it to her, making her lust for more while she hung there helplessly.
"Did they touch you there, child?"
"Yes, yes, everywhere!" Anne gasped, her eyes searching his fat, paunchy face for some flicker of compassion.
"Then we must drive out the devil from everywhere, mustn't we?"
He was hefting her tits now, his eyes blazing with arousal. She could feel the juice bubbling from her cuntal crack and frothing over her pussy-hairs. He fastened his lips to one nipple and mouthed it with greedy, sucking sounds.
Suddenly she screamed.
He had bitten into her tit. She felt his teeth digging into the soft tender flesh, tearing at it as if he would rip it from her body. The sharp lancing pain filled her body, making her shriek.
"Ah, that's good. Scream to your heart's content. No one can hear you. Besides, the more you scream, the more Satan will think twice about keeping company with you."
"Liar! Liar!"
Anne received a backhanded blow, but she could hardly feel a thing now.
Her vision was blurred with pain as he bit down on her other nipple, pushing one hand deep into her pussy and twisting it about until she could feel his jagged fingernails scraping her cunt-walls.
Now he knew how hot she was. Juice spurted from her hole, wetting down his probing fingers as his teeth left awful blue marks around her nipples.
"Yes, yes, there's much work to do here, much work," he whispered, pulling his fingers from her hot fuck-hole and licking them lovingly while keeping his eyes on her.
Elder Dennis put one hand thoughtfully to his chin, looking about, searching for just the right instrument. He found it, taking a black cat-o'-nine-tails from the hook upon which it rested.
Anne felt her heart sinking as she watched him caress the leather lovingly. There was something that made her want to vomit as she watched him walk back to her. He was fondling the leather strips, his palms stopping at the knotted ends while his eyes took in her stretched, naked body.
"Perhaps, the more severe we are now, the less time we'll need for ... for driving out Satan."
Anne whimpered, tugging at the leather straps that were cutting cruelly into her wrists. She tried to calm herself, steadying her breathing while she looked at him. She closed her eyes again, wishing she could kick him, destroy him the way he was going to destroy her. "Uh!"
He punched her again, his fist landing in her belly and knocking the wind from her.
She gagged, the dull pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out. She grunted, panic reddening her face.
"So, you admit to inviting Satan into your body, sister?"
Anne shook her head, saliva frothing around her lips as the aching in her belly made her feel sick.
"I ... I don't know how it happened! Please, you have to believe me!" she wailed.
"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully, licking his lips and rocking on his heels. "Only time will tell me whether you're telling the truth, or if it's the foul words from Satan."
"But..."
Her protests were drowned in a scream as Elder Dennis brought the cat down across her thighs. The leather chewed into her flesh, leaving two long bloody lines on her white skin.
Anne threw her head back, tears running down her face while her body shuddered against the restraints. The cracking sound of the whip sounded like a pistol shot as the hot pain radiated up to her brain. She could see his hard-on pressing against the front of his trousers while sweat seeped down his forehead.
"Ugh!" she grunted.
Another blow from the cat landed squarely across her belly, making her writhe. Elder Dennis was pleased with himself, cracking the cat in front of her flushed face and making Anne throw back her head in fear.
"You aren't interested in saving me!" she cried, her eyes wet with tears. "You love doing this! You're sick, sicker than the Barringtons! You bastard! You're using the church for your own sickness!"
Elder Dennis pulled himself up, his face darkening.
"You are the sickness, sister. You're the one who came to me to tell me of your foulness. You know the full truth, and now you try to deny it! I won't let that happen, you hear, I won't!"
He slashed the crop across her nipple, the slicing pain of the blow drawing out a scream from the helpless woman. Her body shivered, her arms tugging wildly at the overhead restraints while her muscles knotted up in pain.
The agony went on and on. Anne ground her teeth, hating this man bitterly. She wanted to step on him the way he'd stepped on and kicked her. Her arms hurt as they were stretched widely apart, the anklets cutting painfully now into her feet.
"Well, do you have anything to say to me, sister? Sinners talk and talk, but they rarely repent truthfully. Tell me whore, do you repent?"
Anne sagged in the bonds. She shook her head, wanting to spit in his face.
"Bitch of hell! Taste the lash of God, then!"
He slashed across her face, the leather stinging into the bruises already starting to stand up on her face.
Anne shrieked.
Another blow slashed across her left tit, leaving a long red mark that felt like a burning strip of sulphur burning into her chest.
Anne writhed with the pain of the stinging blows. She felt the warm, sticky sweetness of her sweat flowing down her ribs, trailing along her belly. She groaned, watching him licking his chops at her. How she loathed him! If ever she escaped from this, she would destroy him!
Guessing her thoughts, Elder Dennis spat in her face, reaching down and grabbing her pussy.
Anne's face went white, as she felt his fingers tugging at her pussy-hairs. The pulling, tearing sensation ripped through her like a rusty knife.
Anne shrieked, her head lolling from side to side while her knees shivered.
He was ripping out more cunt-hairs, tugging at her clit, flailing her pussy.
"Hell-bitch! I shit on you and your devil! I will make you holy again if I have to drag you through hell to do it!"
"Hypocrite! Liar!"
The shrill power of her cries bounced off the walls. She tried to turn away from the lashes of the crop. But that was impossible, the restraints cutting more painfully into her wrists and ankles. She felt the leather lashing her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips like sulphur.
Elder Dennis slashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt. She drew her head back, feeling him hunching against her.
"No!"
He brought the crop down hard across her belly, lashing the knotted leather tips again and again against her thighs.
Anne shrieked as she felt the leather flailing her flesh. Long red marks erupted on her flesh near her cunt as Elder Dennis beat her repeatedly with the crop. The terrible lashing moved from her tits to her belly, then to her shoulders. He pushed his face against her tits.
Anne could feel her juices running like molten lava from her cunt. His terrible beating was doing awful things to her! Yet, how she was loving this, her body and mind singing with delight while he continued to beat her savagely!
Suddenly Elder Dennis pulled back, drawing his fat hand over his lips. His eyes were hooded, his nostrils flared. He stared at Anne, then unbuckled his trousers.
She looked, watching his pants fall to the floor. He kicked them away, squirming out from his white boxer shorts and revealing a long, skinny prick with a bright purple head. She was horrified.
Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took.
Anne turned her head, watching him from the corner of her eye.
He moved behind her slowly, trailing the crop over her thighs until she could feel the cool black leather pressing against her ass.
With a quick, savage movement, he brought the crop down against her ass-cheeks.
"Yeaghghghhhh! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" Anne shrieked.
The Elder Dennis paused, his mouth twisted into an obscene sneer, his eyes blazing with lust while his prick poked hard against her thigh.
"Liar! The devil doesn't give up this easily! I must shame him, shame the devil in you!" Elder Dennis shouted.
Anne shrieked, her voice hoarse from all the cries while she watched frothy drool moisten his thick lips. She felt something pop in her shoulder, the sensation sending shocks of agony jerking through her.
She tried jerking her legs up from the anklets, the leather cuffs cutting into her flesh and leaving long purple marks. She screamed while the crop came down again against her buttocks. Once, twice, three times, the leather sliced into her flesh, leaving long purple marks that swelled up from her skin.
Anne lost all control, pissing down her thighs, much to the delight of the chuckling churchman.
"You see? Already Satan is terrified of me! With this!" he said, waving the blood-stained crop in front of her face. "With this, we will defeat him!"
"You have already! Oh God, you have!" Anne cried futilely.
Elder Dennis wiped one pudgy hand across his lips, then brought the crop down against her knee.
Anne thought she could feel her kneecap cracking as more agony crawled up her thighs. The leather cuffs sliced deep into her wrists, cutting them painfuly, while sweat flowed down her arms.
Now he was flogging at the backs of her knees, the smacking leather curling around her thighs, then he began beating at her buttocks once more.
Anne could hear his breath wheezing, almost masking the laughter that punctuated the slashing strokes.
Her ass was on fire! Her ass-cheeks were heated, reddening to a deep red blush. The blazing agony in her ass radiated to her cunt, making her clit twitch and jerk. More juice bubbled from her cunt, running down her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes crisscrossed on her ass where the crop had lashed into her.
As tears rolled down her cheeks, her cries for mercy became a torrent of unintelligible sobs.
Elder Dennis concentrated on lashing her ass now.
When she tightened her ass for another blow, Anne felt the stinging touch of the crop against her cunt.
When Elder Dennis tried poking the handle of the crop into her shitter, she clenched her ass-cheeks until they ached from the tension. Elder Dennis lashed farther up, flaying the flesh from her shoulders.
"Yaghghghghhhh! Oh no, no, no!"
Anne was almost beaten numb. She could hardly feel the strokes that slashed across her thighs and ass now. Her cries were reduced to occasional whimpers. More importantly, something was happening to her cunt. Juices erupted from her pussy, and her clit felt more sensitive and swollen. She thought the tiny nub was going to burst with pleasure. The aching throb was becoming more and more concentrated until she could hardly think.
Elder Dennis spat in her face once more.
"Bitch! Pig-slut from hell! You enjoy this?"
"Yes, yes, you filthy old man! Yes!" she screamed, feeling a climax explode between her legs.
It was as if someone had screwed a stick of dynamite into her pussy and lit it off! Anne jerked like a wild woman, shivering and snapping from side to side as spasm after spasm tore through her.
Then, when the final blow across her thighs bit into her clit, Anne fainted from the power of her own cum.
In an instant she was plunged into a merciful darkness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anne drifted into a semi-conscious state. She dreamed of the Barringtons, of how they had felt fucking her. She dreamed of her husband, so gentle to the point of being meek.
Then she dreamed of Elder Dennis' hellish face glowing with satisfaction as he drove the cutting leather deeper and deeper into her bleeding flesh. It was during that dream that she awoke with a start.
It wasn't a dream! It was all true! He had her bound up like a prisoner, the straps hurting her.
Anne groaned, her head lolling. Looking up, she found herself gazing at the old man. His prick was limp. But he still wore that awful look of concentration that had terrified her earlier.
"So, you've come back. I'm glad. I think I have a way to end this madness and make you whole again."
"I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me, please! Please, please, believe me!" Anne sobbed, tears blinding her.
He still had the crop in his hands, tapping the curled tips rhythmically against his right thigh. She tensed, watching him warily as he moved around to her ass.
Instinctively she tightened her ass-cheeks just as he lashed the end of the crop down the crack of her ass.
Anne screamed, feeling pain in her ass-hole. She thought she would faint again, but she struggled to keep conscious.
When the leather smacked her ass-hole once more, she screamed, her voice cracking with the agony. The incredible pain of the beating blasted up her spine to her brain. A flood of cuntlube gushed from her cunt, wetting down her pussy-hairs.
Elder Dennis laughed loudly behind her. He stopped the whipping long enough to jab the end of his crop into her shitter.
Anne screamed, trying to push her ass away. She could feel the cold blunt handle pushing at her shitter. Then the tip of the crop slipped into her cunt. She could feel it forcing the hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her cuntmuscles around the crop nearly dragged it from his hand.
"So, you still haven't learned, have you?" he shouted.
"Oh please! Mercy, have mercy!" she begged, her voice nearly a whisper while pulsing Shockwaves of cuntal heat paralyzed her.
Elder Dennis jabbed the crop against Anne's ass-hole. The abused ring of gray rubbery muscle felt as if it were being driven into her bowels.
Anne curled her fingers, her fingernails gouging into her sweaty palms. She would have clawed the walls if she could. A strange, lusty fire began in her ass. Her hips moved against her will, the movement offering more of her ass to the churchman. "Sodomite."
"No, no!"
"Lying bitch! Daughter of Sodom! You are worse, passing youself off as a minister's wife while you would make the ideal spouse for the devil!"
"Please, please, this isn't true!"
He forced the handle into her ass, screwing it into her ass-hole until Anne opened her mouth, fearing he was going to push it into her belly. She let out gasping cries, her ass-cheeks flexing, her shitter clenching as Elder Dennis pushed more and more of the crop handle into her ass-hole!
Anne thought he had at least four inches pushed into her ass-hole. After he had shoved yet another inch into her ass, Elder Dennis yanked the crop out with one horrible pull.
Anne screamed, her body shuddering, as she thought a yard of assguts had been ripped from her body. Limply she hung from the restraints, the pole above her bending and threatening to crack in the middle from all her writhing.
Elder Dennis laughed, bringing the slashing crop down once more before tossing it to the floor.
Anne could hear something being rolled up behind her. Nervously turning her head, she froze at what she saw.
There atop a small push-cart was a small generator, several black wires dangling from it.
Elder Dennis kicked the crop to one side, his prick erect now as he fondled the tangled wires with his nervous fingers.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.
Elder Dennis frowned, tugging at the wires. He bent to the lower level of the table.
Anne watched as he brought out two small brown rubber wedges and a filthy handkerchief. Holding them in his left hand, he moved quickly in front of her, reaching up with his right hand and pressing his thumb and forefinger hard against her jaws.
Anne shrieked in agony.
Quickly he pushed the rubber wedges deep in her mouth, then stuffed the handkerchief inside so the woman couldn't talk.
Anne swallowed hard, pushing her tongue against the dirty rag, moving it forward a little to allow her to breathe!
Elder Dennis then went back to the table, untangling the wires. Anne could see now that inch-long clamps were attached to the free ends of the wires, the tiny teeth looking rusty and threatening. She felt her skin crawl as her nipples stood up hard and thick. She knew what he was about to do, even as he pushed the generator now in front of her and picked up two of the clamps.
"Now, then, this will do. This will make you pure again."
Anne groaned as she watched him move the clamps up to her nipples, rubbing the cool steel against the stiff, red nubs to tease her. She shivered while her chest tightened in fear.
He was enjoying this, his prick jerking while his cock head turned a deeper purple.
"Unfnnnnfnfffff!"
Anne closed her eyes, feeling the clamps biting into her nipples. The tiny teeth were nibbling at the sensitive flesh, their stinging bites sending shivers of hot delight into her cunt.
She moaned, biting into the handkerchief, spit gathering behind the rubber wedges. Her cunt became wet and her tits throbbed. Her ass was next, a long thin wire being inserted into her sore, twitching ass-hole. Anne was surprised at how quickly and expertly Elder Dennis did this.
"Ahhhfhhfff!"
The final pincer was clamped on her clit. Elder Dennis watched as the pussy muscles worked against one another, her cunt lips swelling with blood while more and more juice seeped from her hole.
How Anne wished she could have died. There was no disguising what she was feeling right now.
He moved back to the machine, switching it on and watching with delight as the needles in the glowing windows sprang alive.
Anne bit down, feeling her teeth aching from the pressure against the rubber wedges.
Elder Dennis turned toward his victim. The woman's face was flushed, her belly tense, while her firm tits looked swollen and heavy with lust. The nipples looked dark, stretched by the heavy clamps while her spread cunt lips were slick and glistening with cunt-juice.
She moaned. Elder Dennis would give her what she wanted, what she needed.
He turned the dial.
The machine hummed, the needles inside the glassed-in indicators jumping slightly.
Anne stiffened, her wrists rubbing against the overhead bar. She pulled at the anklets cutting into her legs, her thighs rippling with excitement. It was like having a nibbling mouth around her nipples, her ass-hole and cunt all at once! The jolt was hardly strong enough to do more than create gooseflesh.
Anne tensed.
She started to shiver thinking about the current, her cunt itching and shuddering and making the clamp on her clit move.
Elder Dennis' fingers were trembling. "Still, you haven't learned, have you? Still you play the Sodomite and mock God! I'll teach you the hard lessons of adultery!"
Elder Dennis moved the dial to the next highest power surge.
As the current sparked through her body, Anne jerked and bit down harder on the rubber wedges.
Elder Dennis saw the cunt-juice spilling out of her pussy. He began laughing while turning the dial up another notch.
Anne screamed this time, her cries coming through the spit-soaked handkerchief. The shock had felt like glass shards piercing her distended nipples and clit. Her ass-hole bunched, then relaxed, nearly dislodging the wire lodged in her bowels. She felt her ass-cheeks flexing and relaxing, and she wondered if she was going to piss on herself once more.
"Yes, yes, I see it in your eyes now! The doubt, the wonder if what you've done is good! Yes, yes, it is evil! Listen to me, evil!" he shouted over the noise of the portable generator.
He cranked the dial a point higher.
Anne felt herself being struck by a force that nearly shattered her brain. Her tits, cunt and ass-hole were being ripped to pieces by knives. Her bones throbbed and ached. Her cries were muffled by the rubber wedges while her tongue flicked at the handkerchief.
Still Elder Dennis moved the dial higher.
Anne writhed, her body dancing and pulling against the restraining ropes. Spit frothed around her stretched-open mouth. Anne felt herself becoming faint, her flesh sizzling with the current, while her clit was poised on the point of a mind-shattering climax.
Elder Dennis turned the switch on all the way, sending the full amperage into the helpless, twitching woman.
The pain inside her was a terrible beast of hell, stalking and tearing her insides to pieces. She felt climax after climax erupt between her legs, burning through her, tearing her to pieces with a delight so powerful that it had to be Satanic!
As she shuddered and screamed, Elder Dennis nearly came. His balls jerked as he watched her face become a blur. Her body had become a writhing serpent.
"Yaghghhghghgffff!"
"Done!" he cried.
Anne barely heard him as he shut down the machine. He reached up and quickly unfastened the leather straps holding her to the overhead pole.
Anne collapsed in a heap on the floor, her body still twitching and shivering.
He jerked the pincers free, pulling the anklets off her legs. The rubber wedges fell from Anne's mouth as she rolled on the floor, her arms and legs flailing about her.
"Yes, yes! That's the way it is after we've thrown out the devil! We can celebrate! Yes, celebrate!" he cried, slapping her face repeatedly until she came around.
Then he shoved her shoulders against the floor, spreading her clenched legs apart with his knee.
Anne looked dumbly at him, her cunt twitching, her nipples still burning and aching from the touch of that dreadful set of clamps.
He was on top of her, pinning her down. Then, with one shove, he fucked her, driving deep into her ravaged, cumming pussy.
Elder Dennis held her hard, squeezing her tits as he drove his hips rapidly. He forced his prick deeper, ripping it through her cunt, stinging her clit.
The itching force of her climax spread through her pussy.
He fucked her cunt hard and fast, enjoying this assault as he watched her body wriggle against him.
He was a filthy, dirty, fat old man. Yet she couldn't get enough of him, wrapping her legs around his fat thighs and dragging him in deeper as she rolled her hips lewdly and begged for more of his prick.
"Uh! Ohhh, God!"
"Yes, God, God!" he cried, his face bright with illumination as he fucked deep and hard.
Anne threw back her head as lust boiled in her cunt. She could feel her cunt being stung with another wave of cum.
His prick ground her insides, the bruising ramming force of his cock tearing at her clit in an endless attack. It was more than she could stand.
Anne screamed, her fingernails clawing his back while her heels beat at his ass.
God, how she came and came, this fat churchman giving her more pleasure than all the Barringtons had!
"Oh, yes, yes!" she gasped, slowly pulling his prick from her slackening pussy.
He shoved in once more, then pulled his dripping cock from her cunt.
In another moment Anne found herself looking up at him, her eyes full of tears, her lips quivering. How could she face her husband now? There were marks all over her body!
"You needn't worry, Anne," he said, getting to his feet unsteadily and looking down a little ruefully at his flaccid prick.
Anne drew her arms over her whip-scarred body, feeling that she would scream and never stop if she kept listening to this crazy man. She had to get away.
"I'm going to send your husband on ... oh, let's see, a kind of visit around the country. It won't be long, of course. But it will be long enough for the more obvious ... uh, scars to heal."
"Oh, how you sicken me!" she said with a shudder, rubbing her bruised flesh.
Elder Dennis shrugged, looking for his trousers.
"Perhaps. But we've taken care of your transgressions, haven't we? And besides, the marks aren't all that terrible, considering what an accomplishment they show. Wear them as your badge of honor, Anne."
Anne would have fucked the devil rather than admit she had submitted to this man.
She picked up her dress, careful to keep her distance from him.
CHAPTER SIX
Anne's husband Jerome was gone seven days, and Robert Urban, a lay minister, had come to take over his duties for the next few days.
Anne warily sat at home, jumping at every creeking noise in the house as she remembered the horror at Elder Dennis' home. He had said nothing about coming to visit her. But there was something in his nervous, little laugh that told her all wasn't over yet.
Each night Anne examined her body, watching the bruises and small cuts healing quickly. Still, the scars in her mind would take a much longer time to heal.
This evening Reverend Urban was having dinner with Anne-a task for her, she thought.
She sighed, placing a hot casserole dish in front of the handsome young minister. He smiled up at her, drawing his hands together and offering to say grace.
Anne ate silently, now and then looking up from her plate at the young man. He was tail-nearly six two-and he spoke little, choosing his words carefully and moving almost with studied deliberation.
Anne, finished her dinner, tried to make small talk with him.
" ... and you have no wife?" she asked, resting her head on one hand and smiling lazily.
Something was stirring between her legs, a warming, tingly fire that was making her feel randier than ever.
"Uh, no, I never met a woman who could, well, understand the rigors of a job as mine," he said, his cheeks flushing as he put down his fork and stared at Anne.
The tingling around her cunt became more intense, flames of incredible goodness rushing up and down her thighs while her ass-hole puckered. Her nipples were standing up once more, pushing against the top of her cotton frock.
Carefully Anne drew her upper arms together to conceal her tits while she tried to keep her breathing under control.
"Oh yes, yes, I understand," Anne said a little breathlessly. "Jerome, had so many duties. I don't get a chance to see him much."
A warm trickle of her cunt-juice ran down the inside of her thigh, making her frustration and excitement that much more intense.
Anne felt as if she were losing her mind. How could she be flirting like this-so openly, and with another minister!
Her heart was pounding so hard while her cunt seeped more and more moisture. How hot and swollen her cunt was under her sheer panties. For a moment she was afraid her face showed her thoughts, her smoldering desire.
"And," Reverend Urban went on, swallowing hard while staring at her, "there's so many women out there who ... well, are unfaithful to their men, don't you agree, Mrs. Watkins?"
"Yes, oh yes!" she replied.
She could hardly understand what the young man was saying.
"And from what the Elder Dennis tells me, you're one of those whores."
Anne stiffened, her fingers pressing against one another while her face looked ashen.
"I ... what did you say?"
"I said, the Elder Dennis told me you're one of those whores. He told me you fucked him, and probably fucked several more in the congregation," Reverend Urban said, folding his white linen napkin neatly and placing it beside his plate.
Anne was thunder-struck. To hear this under her own roof was too much! She threw down her napkin and rose, her fingers trembling with frustrated anger.
"You can leave. How can you believe that lying old man! Go! Please go!"
Bob smiled. It was much more than just a smile. For the first time, he looked nasty and all too sure of himself.
She backed away, stumbling over a dining room chair while feeling her flesh break out into a cold sweat.
"I'll leave. But we'll go together ... to Elder Dennis' house. I know about his little room, and about what you did there with him. I think most of the ministers here know about that room ... that is, except your husband," he said, coming round the table and lunging for her.
Anne cried out, backing away and knocking several plates from the table.
"He's a very popular man ... and a rich one at that. Just what a young minister needs to make his career. And the pleasures he has to offer the flesh ... well, I don't have to tell you more."
"No, no, get away from me!"
He grabbed her around the waist, wheeling Anne around and throwing her against the wall.
She screamed, both hands flattened against the wall while one knee banged painfully against the door molding. His hands were crawling over her body, squeezing her tits, his knees pressing against the backs of her legs. She could feel his hot lips pressing against the nape of her neck while his fingers crawled over the back of her blouse.
"You slut! I knew you wanted me to fuck you. I could see it in your face. And now you want to run away? There's the hypocrite for you! You want fucking, and that's what you'll get!"
"No, no, get away from me!"
She heard tearing sounds, the sounds of her blouse being ripped off her. She screamed, swatting back at him, as she felt him pulling on the strap of her bra.
"Uh!"
Bob slammed one hand hard against the back of her neck, stunning the woman as she sank to the floor.
"Nothing happened, huh? Christ in heaven, those marks show me Elder Dennis has been busy with you!"
"No more! No more!" she moaned.
Anne heard him laughing as he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her back. She screamed, her head snapping back while her feet dragged on the carpet.
"You'll come with me. Elder Dennis isn't there right now, but we can wait and enjoy ourselves," he said, pulling her roughly through the doorway.
Anne let herself be dragged, her mind spinning in a daze. She felt as if her head was numb while bright lights sizzled through her brain. It was all she could do to breathe, she felt, the awful agony in her scalp keeping her from fainting.
When they reached the living room, Anne sprang into life, curling her fingers and digging her nails into his wrists.
Bob shouted, letting go of her hair for a second.
Finding surprising strength, Anne twisted away, crawling forward. She could see the door in front of her now, her knees scraping over the hall carpeting.
Reaching up, she curled her fingers around the brass knob just as Reverend Urban came up behind her, his nostrils flaring with rage.
"Bitch!"
His fists came down again and again, raining on her head and neck and shoulders until
Anne crumbled into a half-conscious lump. Her legs jerked as she felt him tearing at her skirt. He grabbed her hair and kicked open the door.
There was no one around as he dragged her over the porch, kicking her down the wooden steps to the sidewalk below.
Anne cried out in pain, drawing her hands protectively over her face.
Reverend Urban muttered something obscene, kicking her legs free, then turning her over onto her belly. She groaned, her face pressed against the cold, rough surface of the concrete sidewalk.
"Uh!"
"Lick my boots, you slut! You aren't worthy to be a minister's wife, so show me what you're worth. Good cock-sucking, from what I hear, and a good ass!"
"No, no!"
Anne felt a weight against the back of her neck. He was stepping on her with one foot, pressing down, until she thought he would crush her neck. At the same time his other foot was pressed against her lips. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue, running the tip along the dirty sole of his boot.
He grunted in satisfaction.
Anne moaned in pain, licking more frantically. She could taste the filth, making her gag while vomit boiled in her belly. She held off from vomiting, drawing her tongue over the black leather again and again until the sides and tip of his boot were glistening with her spit.
"Yes, yes, that's fine, that's good," he grunted, reaching down and twisting her around until she lay on her back.
Anne looked up at him with fear-rounded eyes, her chest heaving mightily while every hair on her body stood on end.
He was so huge, so overpowering, far more frightening looking than Elder Dennis. This man could kill her.
She watched as he brought one leg up, nudging her pussy with the tip of his boot. She gagged, throwing her head back as she felt the cool slick leather massaging her cunt lips. It was so vile, yet it felt so good!
She rolled her hips, bucking forward against her will as she felt him pushing his toe deeper into her hot, sucking cunt-hole.
"There's nothing you won't do, will you, Mrs. Watkins? You want it all."
Reverend Urban pushed his foot in a little more, raising it up to her clit.
Anne groaned, grinding her teeth, while she felt her ass flexing under her hiked-up skirt. He was purposely touching her clit with the tip of his boot, drawing the leather in and out, in and out, until her pussy muscles had begun to contract and suck at that obscene thing!
Anne drew one hand to her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles, as she tried in vain to push away the delight raging through her pussy.
"Bitch!"
"Uh!" she gasped.
He drew his foot back quickly, kicking Anne and forcing her to roll over and over until she was on the grass.
They were in the shadows now. Anyone driving by would not be able to see them.
Anne lay quietly, feeling the grass prickling her ass.
Bob was standing spread-legged above her, his hands down by his crotch. For a moment, Anne couldn't see what he was doing. She m trembled, her flesh tightening while the backs of her legs undulated against the grass.
His prick was out in the open! She was certain he was massaging it.
Anne licked her lips, feeling that hot fuck feeling burn in her cunt while terror pounded through her soul. It was then that she felt something hot and wet sprinkling against her thighs.
She froze, her mind reeling in confusion as the sprinkle became a steady stream. Then in a horrific flash of realization, Anne knew what was happening!
"No, no, you're ... you're disgusting!" she screamed.
He was pissing on her!
Drawing one hand up to her mouth, Anne rolled to one side, kicking at him while crawling toward the flower bed.
Reverend urban stayed with her, kicking her once more and making her cry in pain. The piss stopped for a moment, then began again.
"No, no, oh God, no, please!"
She turned around, her eyes wide with rage, shame and frustration. The yellow stream of piss was stinging her thighs now, the hot urine slicking down her felsh.
Anne shook her head, her fingers clawing at the grass.
Reverend Urban stopped pissing on her for a moment, tucking his prick back in his pants and reaching down. She clawed at his face like a maniac, screaming and cursing, as he ripped off her skirt. She felt her panties sliding down her thighs, then over her feet.
Anne was naked, stripped bare by this awful man of God! And when she tried to crawl away once more, she heard a whooshing sound. In an instant, his fist slammed against the right side of her head, nearly crushing her skull as the force of the blow sent her tumbling back to the lawn.
"Uhhh ... ohhhh, oh my God, help me!" she moaned.
She lay on her back, her white naked body glowing in the dark night as Reverend Urban pulled his cock out once more. Anne felt herself sinking further and further into humiliation.
He was pissing on her again, the hot urine splashing over her belly, stinging into her nipples, slicking down her pussy mound as it matted down her cunt-hairs.
Anne groaned, shivering with revulsion, it was horrid. How she felt like retching as the hot piss boiled over her pussy hairs and splashed on her cunt mound. She could feel the stream of piss splashing over her thighs as Reverend Urban stood over her and emptied his bladder.
Anne shivered as he doused her clit with a shot of his piss, squeezing off the stream yet again.
"Now, sit up! Yes, that's it!" he said quietly as he cupped her chin in his hand, then stepped back.
His words made her shudder. There was nothing she could do. Her body ached from the blows while she inhaled the awful stink of his piss drying on her flesh.
He began once more, pissing on her tits. She shut her eyes, biting hard on her hp to keep her rage and disgust from bubbling to the surface. Piss was spraying her nipples. She could feel the hot, oily liquid slicking down her tits, then oozing into her cunt once more.
Then she felt him pissing into her face! He was laughing now, directing the stream against her nose, then into her mouth! She could taste the urine splashing around her throat. Anne screamed, choking on the piss, swallowing some. "No!"
She twisted around, one hand on her throat as she began spitting out the foul mixture of piss and spit. Her chest tightened while a raging ache gripped her throat.
"Bitch-pig! Elder Dennis was right. There isn't anything you wouldn't do, is there?"
"Animal!"
Anne jerked up from the lawn, leaping at him like a tigress and scratching at his face.
Bob smacked her twice across the face, then he kicked her in the left shin and sent the minister's wife reeling back to the ground.
Anne lay there bruised and piss-stained, her fingers instinctively clutching at the grass. At first she thought Reverend Urban had left. But soon he was back, turning the garden hose on her and cleaning her piss-stained body.
Anne cried out, the splashing of the ice-cold water bringing her back to life. She put her hands in front of her, feeling the icy spray on her fat, rounded tits while droplets splashed into her piss-stained cunt.
"Hosing down the hogs for the market. And that's what you are, a pig, Mrs. Watkins, and that's something I'm going to show you more as time goes by."
Collapsing under the icy attack, Anne was certain he would.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The drive to Elder Dennis' home was the longest she had ever endured. Reverend Urban had tied her hands behind her back.
Naked, wet, Anne sat quietly in the front of his car, her ass on the black leather seat. Elder Dennis' car was gone, although the lights were on in his house.
Anne shuddered, drawing her legs back instinctively as Reverend Urban guided his car carefully into the narrow garage.
When he opened the car door, Anne stepped out, her eyes cast modestly down. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she walked, her hands roped behind her back, her head bent down. She moved through the silent, cavernous house like a ghost.
They walked to the dreadful room that Anne had suffered so much in.
Anne stopped at the door while Reverend Urban fished out a small ring of keys, searched for the right one impatiently, then pushed open the door. There it was, all of it-the strange-looking instruments hanging from hooks, the generator with its black wires still draped over the machine, tables and chairs pushed helter-skelter against the walls.
"There." He pushed her roughly into the room.
Anne stumbled, shaking the hair from her eyes, regaining her balance only to stumble over her feet again.
Reverend Urban guided her toward what appeared to be a pillory. It was newly constructed. She could see the fresh wood shavings curled around its base. It was nearly four feet tall with four holes bored crudely in the yellow pine structure. Hinges on the top enabled the operator to raise it and slid a victim's arms and legs in.
"No, no, I won't!" Anne cried defiantly, stopping and shaking her head.
She felt her face burning shamefully while she crossed one leg in front of the other, hiding her pussy.
Reverend Urban pinched her ass, slapping her ass-cheeks.
Anne yelped and squealed, stepping forward, her fingernails digging into her sweaty palms. Reluctantly she stood there as he untied the ropes on her wrists, thoughtfully examining the faint marks still visible from the violent roping and beatings she had endured with Elder Dennis and the Barringtons.
Bob pulled the trembling woman forward, quickly raising the top board of the pillory and thrusting Anne's arms into the arm-holes. He slammed the board down with a snap, the sound reminding Anne of a gunshot. She closed her eyes, feeling her belly tighten in fear.
Anne felt the rough wood scraping against her flesh painfully, the splinters jabbing at her skin. She raised her head with some difficulty, pressing her chin against the top of the pillory while the pain in her spine increased.
"Here, this'll make it easier for you," Reverend Urban said, bending slightly and sliding one arm under the backs of her thighs.
Anne let out a startled cry, feeling her feet sliding from the floor. Her toes struck the front of the pillory as Reverend Urban pushed her ankles through the lower set of double holes cut eighteen inches below the top ones. He fastened her legs in place, stepping back and looking approvingly at her taut ass hanging there in mid-air.
Anne felt terribly exposed and naked-more defenseless than she had ever felt with Elder Dennis or the Barringtons. She was locked in now, her arms and legs immobilized while Reverend Urban moved around behind her.
He slipped one hand over her shoulders and started squeezing her tits. She could hear him moaning with delight, his fingers pressing into her soft tit-mounds while his thumb flicked against her nipples. When his hands crawled over her naked belly, Anne protested, her moans adding to the Reverend's excitement.
"No, don't touch me like this!" she moaned, her cunt growing moist and hot all over again.
"You don't like feelin' your pussy get all warm?" he said, pushing his hands down until his calloused fingertips were massaging the sore edges of her cunt lips.
Anne let her head fall back, a low hissing sound coming from her throat. She loved the touch of his hands against her cunt while her ass-hole cinched shut in a spasm of lust. How her thighs and legs ached from the strain, and yet how that resulting pain added to the delight firing through her pussy. She thought her shoulders would surely pull from their sockets as Reverend Urban pushed her downward.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."
Anne lay her head against the pillory, surrendering to the pinching of the minister's fingers around her cunt. He was rubbing the rubbery, swollen red edges of her cunt lips against one another, pushing two fingers into her hot, sucking hole and laughing as she squeezed her cuntal muscles against him. She was rutting like a whore.
"Now, then, we'll see just how feisty you are. I've heard from Elder Dennis about what you did with him. But I've got to see this for myself," Bob said, taking off his shirt and revealing a well-defined hairy chest.
Anne would have been more excited at the sight of his nakedness if it weren't for the constant cutting pain around her wrists and ankles.
Bob laughed and reached down, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until she squealed like a stuck pig. Quickly he stepped out of his trousers, his fat prick swinging half-hard.
Reverend Urban moved away from her, Anne watching every movement he made with wide, frightened eyes. She pressed her naked body against the pillory, tightening her ass-cheeks protectively to hide her wrinkled, shivering ass-hole.
He was moving into the shadows to her right, drawing out something that made a loud, scraping sound. When he reappeared, he was hauling what appeared to be a heavy cask toward her. He shoved it to within three feet from her ass.
Anne shivered, her thighs tightening, as she examined the dirty, time-worn barrel. Some of the bands holding the old wood together were rusted nearly all the way through. She could hear something sloshing around inside the barrel.
He moved behind her, opening the top drawer of a metal cabinet behind her.
Anne wanted to look, and yet she felt terrified that she would faint if she did. When she finally turned, she saw the Reverend attaching a long black rubber hose to a tiny spigot protruding near the bottom of the barrel.
Pulling up, he saw that the hose would easily reach the woman.
Anne felt the hose brushing against her ass-hole, and in a flash, she knew what he was going to do.
"No!"
She braced her thighs, tensing them, while bouncing her ass wildly up and down.
Reverend Urban smiled evilly, holding the hose and rubbing it back and forth over her gray/pink shitterlips. In another second he was pushing it hard against her ass-hole, driving it in, until he had her opening her mouth and screaming.
"No, for God's sake, no!"
Anne tried twisting her ass away, the pillory preventing her from moving much. She could feel his hands spreading her ass-cheeks, stretching her sensitive shitter open while he pushed the hose in with his other hand.
He began fucking her ass with it, shoving the hose into her ass-hole while spreading her butt until she thought he would tear it in two. Her face reddened, her nostrils flaring, while tears sprouted from her eyes.
He was fucking her in the ass with that rubber hose, screwing it into her until Anne thought she would die of shame and pain. It was like getting an enema, only worse.
She let out another gasp, pushing her chin hard against the top of the pillory while he screwed inch after cold, rubbery inch into her bowels.
Anne's forehead wrinkled, her face becoming a mask of intense concentration as she felt that awful thing spreading her guts apart.
After he had pushed nearly five inches of the black rubber hose into her ass, the Reverend stopped, watching as Anne started to sob.
"Why ... why are you doing this to me?" she stammered.
"That wasn't too bad, was it?" he asked, ignoring her questions.
She wriggled and squirmed in the pillory now, her movements making the rubber hose sway. Anne forgot about the beating, the fists, even the piss that had stained her body as she hung helplessly in the pillory, the rubber hose shoved up her ass.
Bending over once more, Reverend Urban twisted the brass spigot, watching her carefully as he gave the handle a half-turn.
Anne stiffened, her head jerking from the top of the pillory while her ass-cheeks flexed. Something was shooting up her ass-hole, something very wet and cold that made her shitter squeeze shut painfully against the invading rubber hose. It was icy water spraying into her belly!
Anne opened her mouth, letting out gaspy cries while she bounced her ass. Reverend Urban gave the spigot another turn, his prick rising and thickening as he watched the helpless woman twitch and jerk.
"Good. That's all for now on that," he said, shutting off the spigot. "That's wine, by the way, Mrs. Watkins. Elder Dennis doesn't believe women should drink-at least through their mouth. But he has no qualms about them enjoying wine this way."
"Wine? My God!"
Reverend Urban disappeared once more then he returned.
Anne blinked the tears from her eyes, finding herself staring at a three-legged stood with something sticking straight out from its center. It was long and sausage-shaped, gleaming silver in the bright overhead lighting. It was a huge fake prick.
She felt her flesh crawl with terror and revulsion as he pushed the stool up under her buttocks.
Again Anne tried wriggling her ass away from the awful thing, her thighs hurting from the effort while Reverend Urban grew more and more excited. He pushed the stool under her ass, fitting the tip of the dildo against her drooling, hot cunt lips.
Anne felt her clit shrinking away at the first touch of the cold dildo. Clenching and unclenching her fingers, she felt her muscles cramping to the point where she knew she would have to relax.
With a sigh of defeat, Anne lowered her ass, feeling her cunt lips stretching around and sliding down the smooth, cool sides of the fucking dildo.
"Now, down all the way, baby! All the way, Mrs. Watkins!"
It was horrid, one of the worst things that had ever happened to her!
Anne grunted, her cheeks puffing out as her belly swelled. She felt as if her cunt were being split apart as inch after inch of that horrid thing pushed into her hot hole. How easily she slid down on the steel rod!
Her juices made the fucking effortless as she shivered from that obscene screwing. She felt the rounded tip of the dildo nudging against her womb, her cunt snuggling the sides of the prick while groan after groan escaped from her open mouth.
Anne had nearly fainted from this horrible rape when something jarred her to her senses. Something very sharp was stabbing against her ass-cheeks, something that threatened to break through her flesh.
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" she gasped, her face flushed red.
She screamed when the pain became more intense, screwing her ass up obscenely from the dildo. Squeezing her cunt tight around the upper end of the prong, Anne looked down and saw a ring of sharp, broken glass the Elder Dennis undoubtedly had glued around the base of the long, steel prick.
"An incentive," Reverend Urban explained, stroking his long, thick cock lovingly with one hand. "It'll keep you poised on the top. And there's something else that'll keep your ass on the topside, even though you'd probably like to have that prick fucking your pussy."
She knew what it was. Even before he had rolled the generator out, she knew he would attach that thing to the dildo.
Dully she watched as he uncurled one set of wires, dragging them forward and attaching them to two clips fastened at the base of the dildo. Even when he switched on the machine, Anne remained motionless, lulled into a kind of stupor by the buzzing sound. It was only when he turned the dial to the right that she sprang back into life, her wrists tugging against the pillory and making the device shake from her efforts. "Uhhh..."
Anne felt her cunt spasming with the light buzz of electrical current, her thighs rippling with the sensation while her head lolled back.
Anne sighed happily, forgetting what was happening to her and who was torturing her.
"No, oh God, no! What are you doing to me?" she cried.
When he switched off the machine for one moment, Anne watched helplessly as he bent over and opened the spigot once more. Immediately she felt the wine gushing into her ass-hole, filling up her butt and belly while the dildo continued to nudge against her clit. Her ass-cheeks flexed, relaxed, then flexed again against the onrush of the icy wine.
Working her ass from right to left, Anne began to feel a little light-headed and realized to her horror that she was becoming drunk from this odd fucking. She felt the liquid warming quickly in her shitter. Some of it was now leaking from her ass-hole, dribbling down over her thighs and making her feel as if she were going to take a shit.
Her bowels cramped painfully as she leaned forward, doing what she could to relieve the mounting pressure. That steel prick was pushing deeper into her as her cunt sank down on the prodding prick.
Remembering the shards of broken glass, Anne panicked. She tensed her thighs and screwed back up on the dildo.
"No ... uhhh, oh no! No, of God in heaven, no! Not this! Not tome!" she moaned as the minister watched with glowing eyes.
The woman leaned forward a little more, pressing her tits against the pillory while more wine shot into her ass-hole. A rush of wine sprayed from her ass, sprinkling over the floor. She felt awful, degraded, as if she were disgracing herself horribly.
Satisfied with her agony, Reverend Urban no moved back to the generator, his eight-inch cock now standing straight out.
Anne looked at him, licking her lips and wondering how his cock would feel fitted tightly within her cunthole. In a moment she felt the electricity again, the current singeing her pussy while the wine shot into her pores, making her flesh glisten as she waited for the onslaught of the voltage.
"Uhhh ... ahhhh!"
She looked at the veins stretching against his prickskin, then felt another powerful surge of electricity punch into her cunt. Her muscles spasmed, making her pussy milk the metal dildo.
"UhhhhhhhhP'
He was making her pay for every instant of pleasure she was feeling.
Anne sighed, her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face as she started moving her full hips in unmistakable fucking movements.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anne bounced her ass up and down, her ass-cheeks flexing, her thigh muscles rigid with stretched tendons while the sparkling steel dildo raped her cunt again and again. She wriggled her ass, feeling the cold wine chill her bowels. How it made her drunk! Seeping through her guts, the liquor was making her head spin while she became more daring. What little restraint the woman had was ripped away.
She even dared to let her ass slide all the way down, the shards of glass ripping into her cunt-flesh! How that tearing tingling sensation made her clit erect. And all the while the pillory kept her arms and legs in check.
She tugged back, purposely keeping her ass as far down as possible while she felt the splinters knifing into her flesh. How delightful!
Throwing her head back, the startled woman let out a laugh, her eyes rolling, her nostrils flaring, while her cunt became tighter and hotter and wetter.
When Reverend Urban turned the dial up yet another notch, Anne let out a hysterical cry. She pitched forward and rubbed her tits against the pillory. Her cunt-muscles tightened yet again around the steel rod, milking the lifeless thing as if it were a prick.
She winced as a powerful spasm ripped through her pussy, the pink membranes spasming around the full length of the dildo.
Anne let out a small fart, the gas nearly dislodging the rubber hose up her ass while more wine bubbled out of her bowels.
"Oh! Oooooooh!"
"You really are a daughter of hell!, , Reverend
Urban said, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he watched the woman bouncing up and down. "Elder Dennis was right. So much the better."
He twisted the dial yet another half-turn and watched Anne go mad on the dildo.
Images of all sorts flashed through her mind as she tensed her legs and pulled her cunt nearly all the way off the steel prick. She thought of the Barringtons fucking her, beating her, knocking her to the floor and disgracing her.
As the wine drained from her ass-hole, wetting down her thighs and setting off a terrible stink under her body, Anne thought of Reverend Urban and how he had pissed on her right outside her own house! All the pictures flashed through her mind now as she raped herself like a mad woman on the dildo, demanding more sensation as the seconds ticked by.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she whispered, the word echoing in the room.
In a moment Anne saw something wagging in front of her face. She blinked her eyes, realizing at once that it was Reverend Urban's prick. She knew what he wanted, leaning forward and opening her mouth.
The woman slipped her cunt up a little higher, twisting her hips around so that the rounded tip would nudge a particularly hot, sensitive spot just inside her red-rimmed swollen cunt lips. He let out a sigh, thrusting his hips forward and pushing his prick head into her mouth.
Anne licked her tongue around his silken cock, marveling at its smoothness and how salty and good it tasted! She coiled her tongue around the first few inches, tasting more and more of the pre-cum as it frothed from his piss-slit and started coating her throat. She swallowed instinctively, moaning while the Reverend pushed more and more of his prick into her mouth.
When he was nearly all the way in, Bob placed both hands on either side of her head, pressing his fingertips against her skull while moving his hips from side to side. She could feel his prickhead pushing out against the insides of her cheeks.
She was so hot, so very, very hot!
Anne bounced up and down faster and faster, perspiration starting to glisten on her body while her nipples raked continuously over the splintery surface of the pillory. More juice frothed from her cunt, making her dildo fuck easier while she sucked Reverend Urban's prick voraciously.
Her tongue was covered with his prick-juices while her jaws began to ache slightly from being pried wide open. She could feel her blood boiling as she edged closer and closer to her climax. Her belly swelled with lust while her thighs burned with delight. She was making wet sucking sounds while spit frothed around the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She glided her tongue smoothly over the sensitive underside of Reverend Urban's prick knowing how excited she was making him.
His fingertips were pressing hard against her skull while he hammered his groin against her face.
She could feel his prickhairs tickling her nostrils while his balls slapped against her chin. She slid up and down on the slick dildo now, pressing the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit, drawing out more pre-cum while the big man let out another cry.
She slurped up his pre-cum juices, drinking more and more, as her passion mounted. Anne wanted to be hurt more, to feel the pricks of pain in her ass merging with the delight tearing through her cunt.
"Uhhhhhh!" Anne moaned.
Reverend Urban nearly crushed her skull with his hands, twisting his hips around and around, his prick revolving around in her mouth while she nearly drowned in his cum.
When she moaned again, Reverend Urban began to curse heavily, the flow of pre-cum becoming heavier.
Anne knew he was about to cum. She cried out passionately, her ass bouncing faster and faster while the steel rod plowed like a rocket into her pussy. Her climax was spiraling upward.
Squealing, she moved her hips wildly. She bounced up and down like a crazed puppet, her fingers clenching and unclenching while the glass shards pierced her ass again and again.
Finally she felt her orgasm peaking like a thunderbolt, that white-hot moment of madness turning her into a ranting, wild woman. She quivered in the pillory, feeling the wild ecstasy shoot like sparklers though her body. She sucked and sucked, draining the reverend dry as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth.
How good it tasted! She swallowed, feeling the slime coating her throat, burning into her belly. How delicious it tasted burning down her throat as she let her ass settle back down onto the dildo.
Recovering, Reverend Urban turned off the machine.
Anne moaned. The sparking goodness was gone. Her cunt went slack as she squeezed her sphincter muscles around the enema nozzle and felt the pleasure fading away. The wine enema was making her feel uncomfortable now.
"You were a hot little mink, you know that? No wonder Elder Dennis wants to keep you around. We could fuck you all week long, and still you would be begging for more, wouldn't you?"
Slowly Bob pulled the dildo from her pussy after having shut off the wine flowing from the casket.
Anne felt every muscle in her body relax as he lifted her from the pillory, laying her on the floor.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her heart beating quickly as she found herself staring directly into his black eyes.
"You'd love to know that, wouldn't you? Just thinking about it would drive you crazy, right? God, how does your husband keep you in check at home?" he asked, his lips curling into a sardonic smile.
"He doesn't," she confessed.
"I didn't think so," Reverend Urban said after some thought. "Well, let's see if you're as wild and hot as I think you are."
"Wh ... what?"
"Don't be so nervous, Anne. I may call you Anne, right? Surely you won't be offended," he said, hefting one tit in his right hand and pinching her nipple.
Anne's face screwed into a mask of helplessness, her mouth quivering as she continued to stare at his face.
"You give good head, Anne. But then again, most sluts and whores do that well. You're everything a slut should be."
Reverend Urban was licking his lips now, his flaccid prick beginning to grow thick and long. Anne folded one leg over the other, feeling her flesh crawl as the full horror of her situation sank in.
Her eyes widened while her heart beat so hard that it nearly tore through her rib cage. Was she terrified or excited beyond words? Or had the two feelings merged somehow, creating a sensation that was more intoxicating than the wine that had shot incessantly up her ass-hole?
"Here, crawl over here," he said, patting one hand against his thigh the way a man would beckon a dog.
Anne sniffed, rising to her hands and knees and crawling on all fours as instructed.
Reverend Urban played with his prick, watching her supple ass move, her tits swaying lazily from side to side.
He stopped her, instructing her to stand and keep her hands folded in front of her, her head down so that her hair curtained her eyes.
Anne did as she was told, crossing her arms to hide her sore, itching nipples. She could still feel some of the warmed wine trickling from her stretched ass-hole down the backs of her legs.
Her cunt still stung and twitched with the memory of that electrified steel dildo fucking into her pussy.
Swallowing what was left of the cum in her mouth, Anne stood in the room, her senses aware of the slightest stimulation. How she ached for more-more humiliation, more degradation, and more pleasure.
The sound of pulling and squeaking caught her attention once more.
"Elder Dennis is under some illusion that all this," he said with a sweep of his hand, "is to make the women he drags down here more ... uh, supple to the demands of God." Reverend Urban threw back his head and laughed, taking Anne's hand and drawing it upward. "He still believes that old wives' tale. It's his way of dealing with this and the Bible, I guess."
Bob pulled on a small rope.
Peering at him, Anne noticed the reverend had lowered a piece of quarter-inch line from some overhead device. What it was she dared not look at. He had told her to keep her head down, and obey she must!
"We know differently, though, don't we, Anne?"
"You don't believe in God?" she gasped.
Bob shrugged, his lips curling into a sneer.
"I suppose if one believes in this, you have to believe in good as well. I don't know," he said, shrugging off her surprise. "All I know is I believe in what feels good, and this and the money we take from all those fools out there definitely feels good."
"Uh!" Anne gasped.
He tightened the line around her wrist, fixing it with a double figure-eight.
Peering upward, Anne saw the rope attached to an overhead pulley.
Moving back, he began twisting one of several old wooden winches bolted to the far wall. The rope pulled her arm up, stretching it until it was high over her head.
Anne stood on her tiptoes, a frightened look crossing her face. She could feel her tendons stretching. She trembled, waiting to feel the stinging, hot kiss of the lash.
Bob moved up to her, brushing her stiffening nipples with his fingers. When he gripped her nipples, twisting them cruelly between his thumbs and forefingers, Anne let out a sharp cry, her legs shivering while her head fell back. Her ass clenched tightly while her body reverberated with a twisting agony. "Uh!" she gasped.
He slapped her hard with one hand, then backhanded her so hard that his knuckles bruised her chin.
Anne groaned, slumping, her knees buckling under the force of the attack.
He moved around, searching for something. In a moment, he was back, tearing at her hair and forcing her head up.
Anne started to open her mouth to say something, then found he was pushing a rubber ball down her throat. She tried to fight back, pushing her free hand against his chest while drawing back. But Bob only smacked her again.
Shoving the black rubber ball deep in her mouth, Bob grabbed some adhesive tape and wrapped it around her head, gagging her mouth.
Reverend Urban moved back to the winch, unlocking the wooden handle and starting to turn it clockwise.
Anne could feel the increased tension of the rope around her wrist. She cried out, her eyes rounding, as she felt her arm muscles stretching painfully. She tried to reach upward, trying to do anything to stop the terrible pulling ache in her shoulder. Nothing worked.
He laughed, giving the winch another turn, watching as her body stretched, then finally swung free of the concrete floor.
Anne looked around wildly, biting down on the rubber ball as she felt the dreadful ache in her right shoulder turn into something much more intense. Tears flooded her eyes while shocks of pain radiated up and down her arm.
Soon, she was hanging nearly eighteen inches off the floor. Her fingers were becoming icy, the cutting line restricting some of the blood flow.
Anne let out another cry, shaking her head while Bob moved back and scratched an ankle chain from the floor. He examined it carefully before slipping it over her right ankle and cinching it tight.
Anne hardly felt the move, knowing little of what he had planned until she felt him bending her leg back. He bent her leg back more and more until her toes were nearly touching the fingers of her left hand.
Now the weeping woman hung from one wrist, her other arm and ankle tied together behind her. Her left foot hung without support, kicking back and forth, intensifying the pulling agony on her right shoulder.
Anne wished she could faint. "Uhhhh!"
Bob surveyed his work approvingly.
"I'm sure you're enjoying this immensely-at least nearly as much as I am. Now we're going to make sure you're really ours-a kind of mark of Cain, if you will," Reverend Urban said, his lips curling into a grin.
Anne watched as he slipped into the shadows, reappearing with a large portable barbecue pit.
Anne looked down warily, momentarily forgetting about the awful pain shooting through her limbs.
Sticking out from one corner of the barbecue pit was a poker handle. It was electronic, she saw, like most of the things in the Elder Dennis' playroom.
Bob uncurled some black wires, plugged it into a socket and pushed the coals about.
"Here, this might help you," Bob said, stretching his leg forward and kicking a wooden pyramid under her left leg.
It was high enough, Anne could see, that her foot could find a resting place on the rounded point. But she realized that to rest more weight than was necessary would be more painful than hanging by her wrist without support. It was going to be cruelly tantalizing as she swayed in mid-air, watching what this terrible minister was doing.
"Uhhhhh..." Anne twisted on the rope, smelling the burning coals that were starting to smoke.
CHAPTER NINE
Reverend Urban paced impatiently, his prick half rigid, swaying with each step he took while he cracked his knuckles and peered at the barbecue pit. The smell of burning coals filled every corner of the small room. Anne's nostrils were filled with it, her thoughts about what he was going to do with her. She rested her foot atop the wooden pyramid, taking some of the weight off her arms and shoulders while bringing back some life to her fingers. It was when
Bob pushed the poker into the red-hot coals that Anne cringed.
"I suppose you think we have a little cult here. Some of the other women do. But it's just a few of us. It's good having someone at the top like Elder Dennis to hide what we do. You've met the Barringtons."
Anne gasped.
"Yes, Elder Dennis told me everything, and I believe they know about you and him as well. It's a small town, and probably more feisty than a city like L.A. is. At least," he said, examining the red-hot poker, "in this respect."
Anne trembled with fear and excitement, drops of perspiration oozing down her tits while her free leg kicked free of the pyramid. She shook her head, her jaws tightening on the gagging ball. Sweat burned into her eyes as she watched him pull the poker from the coals, hefting it in the air. The tip was nearly red.
Anne screamed through the gag, nearly choking on the spit that had gathered in the back of her throat. He was going to brand her with it!
Anne kicked her leg out, jerking wildly on the ropes, feeling her tendons stretching to the tearing point. She could see her actions were amusing Reverend Urban.
His prick stood straight up, the head of his cock becoming dark purple while more pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. Watching her this way, bound and helpless, her leg kicking out while the ropes cut into her flesh, turned him on. And now he stood spread-legged in front of her, his fingers curled around the black leather-wrapped rod. He was savoring this moment, watching her terror mount while the heat from the poker filled the room.
Reverend Urban moved forward now, raising the poker until the glowing rod was at eye-level.
Anne gagged, her throat tightening. She could feel the heat nearly burning her face, drying out her eyes until they hurt.
He smiled, hefting the poker around in front of her eyes while toying with his prick and balls.
Anne couldn't take her eyes off the terrible weapon, fearing that if she did, he would drop the tip against her face.
"Uhhhfhhfhfffff!"
Bob pushed the poker close to her face, while she moved her head back as far as it would go.
Anne prayed, hoping she would pass out the moment the thing touched her face.
Reverend Urban lowered the poker slowly, stopping at her nipples.
She could feel her nipples stretching out, the nubs growing thick and tumid, her areolas wrinkling while more juice oozed from her cunt, wetting down her clit, and finally her thighs. She could feel the heat of the poker burning her skin, the fine hairs being singed.
Reverend Urban quickly dropped the tip of the poker against her right nipple, then moved it to her left before taking it away.
Anne shrieked, her jaw slackening while scream after shrill scream shot past the gagging rubber ball. She thought he had burned off her tits! Her body bounced and jerked violently against the restraining ropes, her hair splashing over her whitened face.
Anne felt something pop in her right shoulder while her leg kicked out.
Her body was still trembling violently, piss having squirted from her cunt-hole and stained her thighs.
Reverend Urban turned on his heels and walked back to the barbecue. Quickly he shoved the poker back in, pushing it through the coals to heat it while the hapless Anne looked on.
She blinked away the tears, daring to look down at the small burn marks on her nipples. Before she had a chance to assess the damage, Reverend Urban was back in front of her, holding the poker in his right hand and bringing it back to her body.
Anne felt the burning sensation move inch by agonizing inch down her belly. Her muscles knotted in tension while her cunt bunched up in excitement, juice being squeezed from the depths of her hole.
Anne let out a cry, twisting her head from side to side as she peered up at the ceiling and silently asked God for forgiveness and release.
Anne screamed again. She could smell the acrid aroma of her pussy hair burning.
She watched as Reverend Urban brought the poker down to her cunt, the glowing tip singeing the fine blonde hairs.
"Uhfhhfhhfff!" Anne shrieked, her voice shrilling higher and higher as the heat curled into her cunt like a scratching fist!
She came and came, her clit erecting, filling up with blood, then bursting again as the terror and agony combined with pleasure.
Reverend Urban's hand trembled with excitement.
"You slut! Goddamned slut, worse than anything I've ever read about. No wonder Elder Dennis had his way with you!"
"Yaghghhghghghghg!"
Reverend Urban brought the poker closer to her cunt.
Anne went wild with fear and excitement, knowing he was going to burn her pussy. The thought made her cum again.
"No, not yet," he sighed.
He brought the poker around to her right thigh, dropping the rod against her flesh. At first Anne felt nothing but the pressure. Then an icy sensation was quickly followed by a savage burning.
Anne bit down savagely on the gagging ball, screaming wildly while she bounced and jerked against the ropes. Filling her nostrils was the stench of burning flesh. He was branding her, burning her skin while watching her writhe in agony!
Anne gasped as he finally pulled the poker away and examined her branded flesh.
Anne sagged in the ropes. She had been saturated with sensation.
Bob tossed the poker to the floor, moving to the winch. He lowered her until her toes touched the floor, locking the device once more before walking back to her. He cupped her chin in his right hand, peering at her tear-blinded eyes.
"Marked on the flesh as you're surely marked in your soul," he whispered.
Anne shivered, feeling as if she had been condemned to hell.
Anne felt him moving around behind her, caressing her naked buttocks, running his thumbs along the full rich underswells of her ass-cheeks.
In a moment she could feel something very hot and stiff pressing against her sweaty asscrack. God, he was going to fuck her in the ass!
His jagged fingernails dug into her thighs, tearing at her flesh while the burning brand made her injured flesh swell.
Anne sobbed. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Anne bit down on the gag-ball, feeling his prick chugging through her ass.
It was happening all over-the terrible degradation, the horrible pain, the hellish delight!
Reverend Urban drove his prick into her ass. He paused, then shoved in deeper.
Anne screamed, her cunt going into spasms of delight and need. The big man was holding her, drawing his fingers around her cunt and stretcling her cunt lips, then moving up, tweaking at her clit.
Anne screamed again, flashes of incredible, hellish delight soaring through her body and soul.
"Uh! Uhhh! Uh!"
He was fucking her regularly now, her ass well-oiled from the wine.
Anne felt the chilly heat flashing through her assguts as Reverend Urban panted behind her. He was fingering her clit regularly now, while his prick filled her ass. The heat was corkscrewing in her butt, making her pant.
His prick seemed to grow, splitting her ass in two, making her ass clench while her cunt oozed lava-like heat. She was going to cum with that prick up her ass!
Her body seemed to come apart, her arms and legs sliced from her torso'by the ropes while her ass blew in two from the force of his cumming prick.
Reverend Urban cried out.
In a moment, Anne shrieked and fell unconscious, knocked into a faint by the power of her own climax. The last thing she remembered was the wet spurts from Bob's fucking prick.
CHAPTER TEN
Anne lay huddled in a ball in a darkened room somewhere in Elder Dennis' house. At least, she thought it was his house. There was no way to tell.
She drew her arms around her naked body, thankful that the painful restraints were gone. She clenched her buttocks, feeling something wet and warm seeping from her ass-hole.
"Who's there?" Anne stiffened as she heard something skitter across the flagstone floor.
It was cold, so cold and damp. After she had come to, finding herself slumped on the floor face-down, Anne thought she had heard other voices behind the door in front of her.
"Oh!" she gasped when the door suddenly banged open.
A bright yellow light blinded Anne. She brought one hand to her eyes quickly, shading them as she saw two male figures standing in front of her. One immediately she recognized as the Elder Dennis.
Anne drew back, her full ass flattening against the wall behind her while her throat tightened once again.
"Come, Anne. Come, I see the devil has visited you again, and you must come to us for cleansing."
How she wanted to spit in his face!
"Yes, come on, Anne, on your hands and knees. You aren't worthy to walk with us yet," Reverend Urban said.
Anne numbed herself to their taunts. Both savages had schooled her well in pain and degradation, she felt, one hand pushing in front of her while her tits swayed.
She crawled from the small room like a dog, her eyes squinting in the bright light.
As she reached the doorway, Anne realized someone else was there.
It was her husband Jerome!
"Jerry, I..."
"Your husband and I have had a long, long talk, my dear," Elder Dennis said, obviously relishing the moment.
He rubbed his pudgy hands together, his wheezing-like breaths sounding more audible.
Anne was thunderstruck, lifting her hands and covering her naked tits. She imagined Jerome cursing her, kicking her out of the house.
"Of course ne was shocked. But," Elder Dennis said, chortling as he glanced at both of them quickly, "he quickly saw the error of his initial thinking. It became clear then I showed him the profits we would be making with our new television show on which, of course, he is going to star. You too, of course, my dear, if you ... well, play your psalms well."
"Jerry!"
Jerome looked the other way, wringing his hands nervously.
"Oh, I think he still has some reservations. But even as holy as your husband is, he knows the weaknesses of the flesh. Someone has to tolerate them, if the overall good is the spreading of the Gospel, don't you think, Anne?"
She was stunned! Her husband, a man she had considered as honest as he was dull in bed, had capitulated in one evening. He had sold his soul as these had, and all for money.
"He's even interested in seeing you ... uh, perform," Elder Dennis added.
Anne's shocked face blanched. This was too much!
"No, I won't, I-uhhhh!"
Reverend Urban smacked her hard across the face, his knuckled blow sending Anne reeling.
She fell with a thud, the red marks on her cheek marking where he had struck her.
Jerome started to move forward, but he was restrained by Elder Dennis.
"It's just the preliminaries. Your wife is used to far more, believe me."
Jerome backed up while Reverend Urban pulled a long black bullwhip from one of the holders in the wall.
Elder Dennis stepped back as well, fondling his cock while giggling nervously.
Anne looked up to see Bob spreading his legs. Behind him, the knotted end of the whip lay like a snake on the floor.
She screamed, one hand going up to her face. She watched the braided leather snap up from the floor, arcing in the air, snapping into a broad S pattern before shooting forward.
Anne tried to protect herself, rolling onto her belly. The leather caught her on the ass, biting hard into the supple white flesh and making her shriek with agony.
Reverend Urban snapped the whip back, then brought it down once more on the woman.
Anne felt the leather lash over her lower back, chewing into her flesh and leaving a long purple welt. She cried out, clawing at the floor until her nails broke. She could hear the hissing sound once more, this time the whip sizzling past her right ear and smacking the floor inches away from her right hand.
Anne screamed, jerking her arm away. It came again, this time striking the supple flesh just where her thigh and buttocks met.
Jerking one hand around, she felt the bruised area, blinking the tears from her eyes and finding to her surprise that her husband Jerome was holding the whip.
"He isn't very good yet," Elder Dennis said, winking at her husband. "But he'll improve. I know we certainly did."
"You bitch. You pushed me into this ... you and women like you," her husband said in a barely audible voice, trailing the whip in front of him.
"No, no, that isn't true! I swear it, I just ... oh God, let me explain!" Anne begged.
Jerome lashed across her belly.
Anne shrieked, her spine nearly cracking as she writhed like a snake on the floor.
"Here, you love it so much, fuck yourself with it while I beat you with the crop," Jerome said, tossing the black leather bullwhip at his hapless wife.
"You heard him, use the handle, dear." Elder Dennis giggled, pulling his prick out and rubbing it frenziedly while Reverend Urban helped her husband choose the right crop.
Anne looked dully at the whip lying across her ankles. Her flesh had ugly purple and red welts.
Jerome approached her now with the dreaded cat tapping against his thighs. Reverend Urban stood behind him, his arms folded as he looked on with apparent amusement.
Anne hesitated as her husband cocked his arm and brought the leather strips down with a cracking sound across her shoulders. She groaned, feeling her pussy creaming so hotly that she was sure her cunt would catch fire.
Reluctantly Anne grabbed the ribbed handle of the bullwhip, pushing the butt end up into her creaming pussy.
"Yes, yes! That's it, that's it! Look at her! She can't get enough of the belt or the whip, so she has to fuck herself with it."
Her husband brought the crop down once more, the leather strips stinging her chest, her tits and belly.
Anne loved the sensation now, smiling dreamily, as the leather stung her body deliciously. She writhed under the awful attack as she pumped the whip handle in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
It was worth it. She didn't have to hide any longer. She could do as she pleased, and her husband would get his reward. The money would come in, the church was secure, and she would have as much pleasure as she could stand.
"Uhhhh..."
The sound of her own moan was like music to her ears.
Jerome was hot. She could see that from the way his prick was poking aginst the front of his baggy black trousers. Yes, she finally discovered what turned on her husband!
She nearly laughed, lying back on the floor and raising her knees. He was beating her around the backs of her thighs and her ass while she fucked herself faster with the whip handle. The heat in her cunt was rising to a feverish pitch.
Anne moaned, bouncing her ass and rolling it obscenely while she fucked the whip handle in deeper and deeper. She could feel her cunt walls closing in around it, sucking at it, while she arched and jerked her hips in wild fucking movements. She could feel her frothy juices trickling down her asscrack.
An explosive orgasm gripped her belly. Her breathing turned into sobbing gasps of pleasure as she fucked the whip handle.
As her husband whipped the crop over her cunt, she came, the rippling of her cuntal walls driving her mad. She cried out, one leg kicking in the air.
When it was over, she looked up and saw her husband standing on wobbly legs, a dark stain on his pants betraying the cum that had sprayed from his cock.
She lay back, reaching for the whip handle and slowly sliding it back and forth, in and out of her cum-slicked pussy. God, it had felt so good.
"And we must invite the Barringtons over. I hear both want to fuck her. That should be a savage time, right, Reverend?"
Jerome and Bob smiled while Anne continued to fuck the whip handle.
Yes, she would take on the Barringtons--perhaps while they were watching her husband preach the word of God on television. That would excite her even more-all that psalm singing, all that money clinking in collection plates while men were fucking and beating her half to death. And then her husband would return to her.
