Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
In THE PREACHER'S BITCH IN BONDAGE Eve Kingsley and her daughter, Diane, become unwilling victims of a suburban madman. Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, Eve struggles to free herself- until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Lemme go! Oh God in heaven, lemme go!"
"You've offended God and your family! You've got to pay for your crime!"
"Please, Reverend Dennis, don't do this to me!"
Diane Kingsley backed away, her rounded eyes darting from corner to corner as she looked for some path of escape. There was none. He had her cornered as he stood there in the small schoolroom, his long arms stretched out toward her. The blonde girl flinched again as she backed away, her plump asscheeks rolling against the wall behind her. Diane could still feel that stinging slap on her right cheek. He had hit her very hard-just for getting to Sunday School class late.
"You were fucking outside, weren't you?"
Diane shook her head, tears springing to her eyes. Never, never had anyone spoken to her like that! Fucking? She had thought of it often enough, God knew that was true. Even here in Sunday School she had wondered what it would be like to have a man rubbing his cock up and down over her creamed cuntslit! It was a thought that had troubled the girl a good deal lately. But never, never would she do it here, under Reverend John Dennis' nose!
"No! That's not true. I swear it," Diane shot back as she rubbed the back of one hand over her face.
Tears were rolling down her flushed cheeks. It was about then when the teen realized there was something more than a desire for discipline in the reverend's face.
"Liar!"
He shouted at her again and Diane let out another cry, watching as he shot one hand up in the air high over her head. The fingers spread and trembled as he took another step forward. Diane flattened herself against the wall, her full, supple thighs tensing as the shadow of that raised hand cut across her face. It was then Reverend Dennis smiled, watching her shrink against the wall.
"I won't hurt you . . . too much."
"I haven't done anything. Please, Reverend, don't hurt me."
John Dennis smiled, pushing his long fingers through his dark wavy hair. He really was a handsome young man. Only now with this savagery running through him did his face turn ugly.
He overturned a near-by chair, taking yet another step toward her. The anticipation, the waiting for that hand to come down across her face, made Diane quake with terror. And the more she trembled, the broader he smiled. His lips pulled back, revealing a double row of straight white teeth. Even as the teen flattened herself against the wall she saw his hand coming down in a broad arch. There was the sound of the air whistling between his fingers and then the hand struck her hard across her left cheek, sending the blonde teen spinning to the wooden floor.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
The force of the slap and the sensation of those fingers stinging her face made her head throb. Diane slumped to the floor, her long blonde hair curtaining her face.
"No more. Oh, no more!"
Sunday School! She was being ravaged in Sunday School by this animal! Pushing the hair from her eyes Diane turned her head up and stared at the tall, thick-muscled man of God. She nearly laughed. How her mother had hoped this man would bring religion back to their family! If only her mother could see what was happening now!
"Get up, Diane. We've got work to do. You must see the error of your ways and come to God once more!"
"You . . . you hypocrite!"
The Reverend's face darkened, his breath growing heavier with each passing second. Restraining himself from slapping the girl once more, John Dennis reached down and jerked the girl up from the floor so hard Diane's feet slipped around under her as if they were on ice. One leg struck the overturned chair hard, making her wince in pain. His fingers gripped her wrist hard, nearly breaking the small bones. Diane pitched forward, feeling herself being dragged through the small schoolroom. Looking up, she saw through her flying hair the words "God Is Love," scrawled on the blackboard.
"Uh!"
Her teeth ground together as John yanked her through the door. Diane fought him every inch of the way, pulling back as hard as she could, her arms stretching, her full ass tucked back.
"Can't fight it, Diane. You've been one of the errant flock and you've . . . uhhh . . . you've got to come to me to find your way back."
He pulled her hard, yanking her through the doorway past the pot-bellied stove. No one was around to help and she found herself pressed up against the front of a large, green, wooden door. Reverend Dennis was nearly on top of her, his fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.
The girl felt him choking off the air to her lungs, the fingers bruising her flesh. His breath panted against her face while his knees pressed up against hers, spreading them apart. His body was hot, so very hot, and his lips were pulled back in that hellish grin once more. Diane was certain he was going to kill her right then and there.
"That's better," he cooed, watching as her fighting spirit died. "Now, we're gonna go downstairs and be calm about it, right, Diane?"
The girl nodded her head, beads of cold perspiration covering her wrinkled forehead. She let out a sigh of relief as the air came back to her lungs. What was more disconcerting to the teen was the wild throbbing that had filled her creaming crotch. She rolled her thighs again, feeling the sexy slip of her cuntlips against one another. The teen's thighs alternately tightened and relaxed while a series of hot flashes nipped at her clit. Diane lowered her blue eyes, unable to look the Reverend in the eye. He would surely see her rising lust and punish her for it!
"Now, down the stairs."
She had seen the janitor shuffle back and forth through this door to the basement while she and the other boys and girls were supposedly deep in study. But now there were no boys and girls to help her. She shivered with terror as she gripped the wooden handrailing and stepped onto the stairs.
"Think of God, Diane. Think of Him and what you're going to be doing to find Him once more. I'm certain that with a little persuasion from what I have down here you'll come along nicely."
Diane took the steps slowly, feeling the rub of her cuntlips against one another even more. There were times when she thought she would surely fall, the pinching delight between her thighs growing so intense! The rich, frothy cream oozed through her cuntal bush, wetting down the blonde curls and soaking through her panty crotch. It was all Diane could do to continue down the stairs, the heavy tread of the reverend behind her.
"There. Just stand there."
The heavy door closed behind them and Diane rubbed her sweaty-damp palms against the sides of her short white dress. The odor of mold plus various other smells were heavy around her. Reverend Dennis flipped on the lights and Diane squinted, temporarily blinded by the sudden light.
Peering through her long blonde lashes, she could see various things on the wall. As her eyes became accustomed to the light, Diane felt a cold sweat trickle down her back and glisten on her face. Was this a medieval torture chamber? Diane gaped at the various whips, crops and other strange, frightening-looking instruments hanging on the gray cinderblock walls.
"The janitor? Is he . . . ?"
Reverend Dennis laughed, shaking his head from side to side.
"Old Fred wouldn't know one of these from a set of tire chains. But he's off today anyway. I just put these up this morning, knowing I'd get you down here to find our Lord once again."
"No!"
Diane wanted to bolt from the room and scream for help. But she turned and found the big man blocking her way. The small windows on either side of the basement had been covered over crudely with dark blue paint. There was only dampness and the poor yellowish light that streamed from the two overhead bare bulbs screwed into the ceiling.
"Now we're going to find out just how deeply Satan has gotten into you."
Diane turned around again, noticing a large wooden wine cask. A small brass faucet was tapped into one side. Looking back at the reverend, Diane saw something tenting up the front of his black trousers. A cock! His prick, stiff and thick and hard, pressing up against the front of his pants!
"You see something you want, Diane? You see something attractive?"
"No!" she lied, watching as the reverend dropped one hand to his crotch and squeezed the hard, hot meat under the black cloth.
"Go on, touch it. Touch it and find out what a man's cock is like-that is, if you haven't done that and more already!"
Diane drew her hand back, curling the fingers until the nails bit into her palm. John laughed, coming down the steps all the way and sliding his right hand around her waist.
"No!"
Diane trembled as he pulled her hand against his fly. She could feel his cock, that long, thick meaty piece of cockmeat moving against the pressure of her hand. John's face brightened when Diane tried jerking her hand away from his crotch.
"Nothing unnatural in feeling God's creations."
"Stop!"
Diane struggled as he pushed her back from the stairs, still keeping her small fingers cupped around his cock. It was only when she felt the backs of her naked legs bump against something that the girl took her eyes from Reverend Dennis and looked around.
"That, Diane, is what's called a pillory. It was used in early America to punish miscreants. You know what a miscreant is, don't you, dear? We've talked about it a lot in class."
"I am not ... oh, what's the use?" Diane groaned, her head hanging down.
"Everything's the use if it's to save your soul," Reverend Dennis countered.
"Then stop this and let me go!"
Reverend Dennis shook his head, dropping her hand and stepping back as he began unbuttoning his black shirt. Diane knew she could have tried making another run for it. But standing there watching this handsome man disrobe was riveting. She watched with round, terrified, fascinated eyes as the big man began sliding his shirt from his hairy chest. She watched as he dropped the heavy garment to the floor, then unbuttoned the top of his trousers and slid open his fly.
"Oh!"
His cock was way bigger than anything she'd ever seen in pictures! It was thickly veined and stood straight but like some kind of barber pole. Diane swallowed hard, feeling her mouth grow as dry as cotton.
"Don't think you're going to have an easy time refinding the Lord, Diane," Reverend Dennis sneered, touching his cock to emphasize his point. "We've all got to work our way back-and work you will!"
With that he walked to the cask and pulled it over until it was next to the girl. Diane shivered as he moved behind her, rubbing her shoulders with both his hands. Shamelessly she pushed back against him, closing her eyes and feeling those fingers press down hard into her shoulders.
"Oh!"
He stripped her quickly. Diane gasped, feeling the clothes frictioning her stiff, aroused nipples. Her tits rose up from her chest, falling back down as the garment slipped from her body.
"I knew you never wore a bra. I saw the boys in class watching you, wondering if you were going to talk to any of them after class. I saw them pinching their fingers together, hoping they would be pinching and rolling your nipples sometime after Sunday School."
He reached out for her again, holding the teen steady with one hand while rubbing her stiffening nipples with the back of his other hand.
Diane closed her eyes, her flesh breaking out into goosepimples. It was something the good reverend didn't fail to notice. Turning his hand around, he brought his long fingers against her right nipple, squeezing them together and making Diane yelp in pain.
"Just like that," he whispered.
Diane couldn't get away from the pinching agony. He squeezed her nipple hard, twisting it until she thought he would surely tear it from her flesh! Bucking her ass backward, Diane half bent over at the waist while jerking both hands up and slapping them against his offending fingers.
"Little slut! You can't fight me!"
He grabbed both hands, jerking them around and holding them hard against the small of her back. Diane saw stars. Things were moving terribly fast and painfully. He thrust her forward, making her head snap back. Diane knew he was pushing her toward the pillory. But for what reason? The device looked terribly new, as if he had just cut the wood this morning. What was he going to do?
"Uh!"
Quickly he led the trembling girl over to the top board, holding her with one hand while lifting the top panel board with the other.
"Get them in, now!"
His voice was so hard Diane didn't think twice about obeying. She thrust both arms in up to her upper arms, flinching when the reverend slammed down the panel and bolted it shut.
"Now you can't do anything about me pulling down your panties, can you?"
Her panties! Oh, they were soaked, drenched with pussycream! Diane wanted to tell him she'd do anything if he left her panties alone but there was nothing she could offer the reverend. John Dennis moved around behind her, unbuttoning the front of her white skirt, then slipping it down and letting it puddle around her feet. When she felt his thumbs slipping under the elastic waistband of her white panties, Diane groaned, closing her eyes in defeat.
His fingers crawled all over her thighs now, pinching the flesh and rubbing it until she thought her cunt would melt. And when his fingers finally touched her hot, little cunt Diane did feel it melting! The reverend let out a short barking laugh, curling his fingers into the musky swollen cuntmeat and squeezing out yet more juice. Oh, what a slut she was!
CHAPTER TWO
"So, you're not all that turned off by what's happening here, are you, Diane?"
The girl refused to answer. She felt her panties sliding down, the soft, silken material unsticking from her cuntlips and sliding down her full, silken thighs.
"No words? That's strange. Young girls always like to talk. Well, we'll see what you've got to say after we get started."
He raised another portion of the pillory upward and raised one of the girl's legs into another hole. Finally the teen's legs were pinned in the pillory, her ass hanging unsupported from the rear.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The reverend was rubbing his fingers briskly up and down her full cuntlips now, pressing them together, watching as the girl's face shivered with the sensations. No one had ever touched her there. Even in the privacy of her own bedroom, Diane blushed when touching herself. Yet there he was, pawing her freely, his fingers sliding around on her greasy pussyjuices.
When he slipped one finger into her pussy, Diane yelped, her thighs tightening against his probing finger. The full force of her panic bit her then. He was going to rape her! No matter what else he did, he was going to rape her! Diane screamed, pulling her arms back against the boards.
The pillory rocked but refused to move. She could feel the wood chafing her wrists and legs as she struggled. The reverend's hands crawled up her thighs, the fingers pinching the milk-white flesh and tickling her fuzzy cunthole. He slowly scraped his jagged fingernails over her wet cunt flesh, brushing his knuckles up against her clit. Diane cried out, bouncing her naked ass up and down, her tits flopping against one another.
"You're very hot, Diane, very hot. That's good. That means you'll be more cooperative than some of the others."
"Others?"
There had been others? How long had this madman been seducing girls here?
"Now, we'll start your rebirth," the reverend said with an ironic sneer.
Diane watched as the reverend walked to a large, green, metal cabinet, opening the battered doors and pulling out a long black hose. This he brought back with him, his big cock swaying with each heavy step he took. Attaching the hose to the faucet, he then examined the long steel nozzle that was attached to its other end. Her eyes caught his and she wondered what horrible thing he had in mind.
"Can't have your ass hanging out like that, Diane. It's just not right. We're going to get some support for you right now."
"No, no!"
She knew his help would only cause her more agony. And when she saw the reverend bringing a large, three-legged wooden stool toward her, she knew she was right. There was something attached to the center of that stool-a huge steel cock-like thing that was nearly as big as the prick sticking out from John's thighs. It was only when he moved the stool closer that Diane realized there were also small spikes around the base of that horrid thing. Diane also saw two small wires trailing out from behind the stool.
"You're hot, Diane, so I've chosen something for you that'll go along with your sexual attitude."
"No!"
She tensed her thighs, tightening her rump while jerking her ass up high. She could feel her asshole puckering while her cunt snapped shut at the thought of that thing, that . . . that cock entering her.
"First, the nozzle. I've got a fine mixture of communion wine and water in the barrel, Diane. You should feel the spirit moving through you soon."
"No, no, iiiiieeeee! Oh, it hurts! Take it out, it hurts!"
John had taken the nozzle in one hand, spreading her asscheeks with the other until her asshole was revealed. The girl could feel those fingers toying with her shitter, the fingernails scraping over the gray/pink, wrinkled flesh. He pulled her asscheeks apart a little farther, rubbing the cold steel nozzle over her asshole.
Diane thought she would die of shame feeling that thing tickling over her exposed asshole. Then concern for shame disappeared when she felt the nozzle slowly being inserted into her ass. The young teen let out a cry as that cold thing began spreading her asshole open. She puffed out her cheeks, her eyes rounding while her tits slapped angrily together. John was shoving the awful tube in farther and Diane felt her assmuscles clenching down around it, trying to force it out of her asshole.
"Uhhhhhh!"
But the big man was strong. He just kept pushing the cold nozzle until it had disappeared completely into her body.
"Awful, awful . . . ohhhhhh, God!"
Hot tears blinded the girl while John laughed. She felt him slapping her, shaking the tube, twisting it around and around so she could feel it against her bowels more distinctly. John pushed the tube in another three inches, making sure it would stay in her ass.
"Now, that should give you something to think of. But then things wouldn't be complete unless I gave you my version of the Kiss of Peace."
"Wh . . . what?"
"The dildo, Diane. I'm going to fuck you with this before I stick my cock into you."
"No, oh no, I've never . . . done anything like that before."
Reverend Dennis tipped his head to one side,, scratching his chin thoughtfully while staring at the girl's hot, dribbling cunt.
"Maybe not. But then again, there's a first time for everything. I'm glad, then, I won't be bloodying my cock with your cherry. This dildo'll work fine. Besides," he added, bending down and unraveling the twisted black wires from under the stool, "I've planned something extra for you-something that will make the fucking easier."
"What? Oh God, what?"
Reverend Dennis began humming an old hymn, untwisting the wires and straightening them while occasionally glancing at the girl's bouncing ass. Reaching over, he twisted the spigot a little to the right, starting the slow, steady flow of the wine and water mixture into Diane's ass.
"Uh!"
Her face became a mask of terrible concentration. The girl stiffened, straightening her spine while tensing against the pillory. She could feel something very cold splashing against her bowels. The wine! The enema stuffed up her ass! Reverend Dennis let the liquid stream up into her bowels.
"No!"
Again the blond teen pulled back, her head snapping to one side, her long blonde hair splashing over her shoulders. It was awful, terrible, feeling that liquid stretching out her bowels, making the warm insides contract painfully against the metal spigot.
"No, no!"
"It's what you deserve," the reverend shot back, slapping her twice across the face to break her hysterical cries. "You've been parading around here, showing off your body, hoping one of the boys would take you into the woods and-"
"No! No! That's not true, I swear it," Diane screamed, jerking back once more against the pillory and feeling the awful, splintery wood cutting into her wrists. Her ass bobbed up and down against the wood, threatening to overturn the device.
"So, you can fool yourself, I see. That's your choice. I'm here to show you what I know about yourself . . . perhaps something you don't even know."
He positioned the stool under Diane's ass. When the girl slumped down, making it impossible for the reverend to slide the dildo completely under her cunt, he slapped her butt hard, smacking the cheeks roughly, with one hand. The girl cried out, jerking forward, enabling John Dennis to slip the stool under her ass.
"Now, then, sit down, Diane. You're going to like this device of mine. You're going to have fun, nearly as much fun as getting fucked. That's what you've always wanted, isn't it?"
"No!"
She struggled up against the man but Diane was no match for his strength. She felt his hands pressing down against her shoulders, forcing her young body down, down onto the awful thing. She could feel the cold steel cock spreading her cuntal walls wide. The tiny muscles quivered at the light, smooth contact, sending delicious spasms through her creaming cunt.
Again Diane tried struggling against the big man but any fight was useless. He pushed her down, down, spreading her open with that awful dildo. In a moment the thing had slipped two inches into her body and Diane squirmed uneasily on the thing. Hot juice oozed from her velvety cuntal linings and slicked down that awful spear.
"Now, then, something to make popping that cherry a little easier."
Diane stiffened her legs and thighs, purposely keeping her body off the seat. She looked down between her legs, seeing how hideous that silver thing looked buried deep in her blonde cuntal bush. What was worse was the increasingly pleasant sensation of having that cold, slick thing inside her.
Twisting her head to one side and shaking her loose brown hair from her face, the girl could see her minister bending down, hunched over something on the floor. She squinted her eyes, trying to see what he was doing.
"Just attaching some wires here, Diane. I know you're anxious to know just what I'm going to do to you. See?"
He stepped to one side, stroking his long prick with one hand while nodding at the box resting on the floor. Diane wasn't certain just what it was at first. There were two levers and a small red disc on the side. Wires from the dildo led to the front, while a single black cord stretched from the rear into the darkness.
"A transformer, something to make the current more . . . uh, palatable to you, if you know what I mean," John said, pleased with his words.
"Electricity? You're going to shoot electricity into me?" the girl gasped, her eyes widening in wild disbelief.
To answer her question, the minister bent down again, his long, thick prick nearly touching the concrete basement floor. Flipping the switch slightly to the right, John sent a small amount of current through the wires into the rodding dildo. Immediately Diane stiffened, a pulse leaping at her forehead while the cords stood out in her neck.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Rolling her supple thighs up against the dildo, Diane pressed forward, pillowing her tits atop the pillory. She tested herself, tightening her thighs and pressing them down against the bottom holes through which her legs were held captive. Up she rose, her clit rubbing against the top of the dildo. More cream oozed from her pussyslot, wetting down her pussyhairs and greasing down the electrified pole. Diane bobbed up and down quickly, her hair splashing around her slender shoulders while her toes curled. Delight-pure, unholy delight-shot through her body.
"You little liar! And you had the nerve to call me hypocrite," Reverend Dennis snarled, turning the switch up another notch.
The blonde teen growled, gnashing her teeth while tossing her head from right to left. How those flutters had increased between her tensed legs! She slid up and down that slick pole like it was a merry-go-round horse.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Moving away from the transformer, the reverend swirled his fingers around the thick, purple meaty head of his cock before walking back to the teen. Bracing his hands on either side of her neck, he shoved down. At first Diane thought he was going to strangle her again. But then she felt the downward pressure, the pressure that would send her body down against the dildo! No! Oh God, he was going to pop her cherry with that thing! And then she remembered all those tiny spikes pointing right at her ass!
"Stop!"
Diane twisted her supple thighs up once more, her cuntal muscles snapping shut on the invading steel prick. She threw back her head, her shoulder muscles snapping and straining as more current chewed its way into her young body. The pillory held her tightly in place.
"You'll never lie to me again, you little bitch! You'll tell the truth and let me know when you're wanting something in your cunt, understand?" Reverend Dennis screamed into one ear.
"Huhhhhh!"
Diane gasped more loudly as he bent down and twisted the spigot all the way open. Instantly she felt the cold stinging impact of the wine coursing into her shitter. She writhed crazily, bouncing her ass up and down. With one savage thrust down, Diane inadvertently shoved her cherry against the dildo. There was a tearing sensation and then a mind-searing stab of agony. She had turned her virginity to pieces with one swift stab of that electrified metal dildo!
The pain was something more encompassing than anything she had ever felt in her young life. Diane jerked her knees together as best she could, snapping her body back and forth, beating her chest against the hard yellow pine wood of the pillory.
Whipping from side to side, the screaming teen felt herself sinking once more all the way onto the dildo. But this time there was no cherry to block the way. It squeezed through the slick bloodied walls of her pussy, pushing aside the hot, slick meat, burrowing into her body. It was only when Diane felt the stabbing, pricking contact with the spikes at the base of the steel dildo that she realized just how far she had slipped.
"Uh!"
Her mouth opened, her eyes wide as she looked helplessly, hopelessly at the big minister. His cock was jerking up with excitement, nearly slapping against his navel as he studied the twisting, groaning girl.
"Now, enjoy yourself. And remember- discipline, Diane. If you bounce too hard up and down on that steel thing, you're going to tear your skin badly. Discipline," John reminded her, checking the setting on the transformer. "That's the closest thing to God."
"No, oh God! Take it out! Take it out!" the girl yammered.
John shook his head, pleased the enema tube was staying in place.
"Now, we're going to let you have your final pleasure. While you're being fucked by the dildo, douched by the wine, and tickled by the electricity, you'll pay for the pleasure by sucking my cock."
Diane stopped her mad writhing for a second, looking at him as if she hadn't heard him correctly.
"Sucking ... oh no, no, that's . . . that's unnatural!"
She watched, her belly tensing, her head pounding while the blood rushed through her veins more madly than before. On top of this feeling was a sense of euphoria, a drunkenness Diane attributed to the wine coursing through her bowels.
"You look like you're having a wonderful time, Diane. See? I knew you'd adjust fine."
As the wine continued to do its work, John pulled up another stool, this one much higher than Diane's. Diane could smell his crotch-a heady, pungent male smell that both frightened and attracted her. She pulled at the restraints one more time, groaning as a droplet of pre-cum oozed from the broad slit at the head of his prick. John rubbed his fingers over the tip, smearing the juice around until the satiny skin was glistening. Diane swallowed hard.
"Now, take it all, Diane. We're going to have those pretty lips stretched around my cock just fine."
His hand was behind her head, pushing her forward, rubbing her flesh lightly. Diane gave up fighting him, concentrating instead on the electricity nibbling gently at her clit. She felt that hot head rubbing up against her nose and in a moment the prickhead touched her lips. Tentatively the girl flicked her tongue out, making contact with the hot cockflesh. The reverend groaned, his fingers tightening around her neck while he slid forward on his stool.
"That's it! That's very good, Diane. You're learning quickly. Now take it all the way."
Pushing her forward, forcing her mouth open, the panting minister slipped his prick all the way into her mouth, grunting with satisfaction as Diane stretched her jaws apart as much as she could. Her degradation, she felt, had just begun!
CHAPTER THREE
"Mfffffff!"
Diane's jaws hurt from being spread open that wide! And how he rammed his cock down her throat! The girl gagged and coughed each time the meaty prickhead brushed up against her tonsils. And all the while that awful wine and water mixture was spraying into her bowels, making her belly balloon out.
She moved a little on the pillory, squeezing her assmuscles and relaxing it. The nozzle moved around in her asschute, letting some of the butt-warmed wine out. It was obscene feeling that liquid trickling down her asscrack. It was as if she were shitting herself.
"Oh, that's the way, Diane! You're a good cock-sucker. That's the way to move your tongue around my cock ... yeah, like that! Christ, you're sure you haven't done this before?" John asked, pressing his fingers harder against the sides of her skull.
"Uhhhhfffff!"
Diane started moaning as she moved her tongue up and down over the mouth-fucking prick. She was getting so hot down there between her shivering white thighs. Her juices bubbled up hotly, frothing around her cunt-hairs, then oozing down her thighs. Diane moved again, trying to relieve the terrible pressure in her ass from the wine enema.
John saw the girl was becoming terribly uncomfortable and leaned over, turning the spigot off. He began moaning loudly now, moving his hips back and forth and fucking her mouth with a fast, regular rhythm. Diane could taste something very flat and bleachy in her mouth. His cum! She tried pulling back, fearing that white stuff.
But John held her firmly, his fingers locked behind her head and forcing her lips up against his groin. Diane felt her nose flattening against his crotch while the reverend's cock slipped down her throat. Her excitement built, the motions of her tongue on John's cock becoming more and more frenzied. To her shame, Diane began bouncing on the cock.
She felt her asscheeks sliding down, bouncing against those awful spikes. The pricking pain seemed to send weird streamers of delight racing through her clit. It was going to happen! Dear God in heaven, it was going to happen! Diane sucked hard on that rodding prick as more hot cream frothed out and slicked down that fucking dildo.
"Come on, baby!" the reverend cried, closing his eyes while slapping her lightly on the ass. "Come on and suck that thing. Yeah, that's the way, move that tongue around and suck!"
Diane could feel herself getting higher and higher. She didn't feel any shame or guilt any longer. There was only pleasure-the sheer, erotic pleasure of having her cunt fucked by that thing, the tube up her ass, the electricity stinging her clit, and the reverend's cock down her throat.
"Oh yeah, man, gonna happen ... oh Christ in heaven, I'm going to cum in your mouth, Diane, and you're going to take it all!" "No! Noooofffff!"
Again the thought of having a man's cock spraying that white stuff down her throat made the girl panic. But the more she struggled against John and the pillory, the more pain she caused herself. Placing both hands on her shoulders, John shoved her down, keeping her asscheeks pressed hard against the spikes around the dildo. Diane let out a growl, feeling that steel prick rummaging around in her cunt. The electricity went all through her body now, it seemed, making every square inch of her flesh sing with delight. She rolled her hips, rocking from side to side, feeling the stirring motion deep inside her belly and pussy. John started fucking her mouth wildly, spit frothing around the corners of her lips. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Diane felt John's grip on her shoulders slacken as he started to cum. She tensed her thighs and ass and began bouncing up and down more frantically on that steel dildo. The more she bounced, the hotter she became and the harder the girl fucked herself. John shouted out an obscenity, then pitched forward, nearly knocking the pillory over. Diane coughed once more. It was happening. He was doing it! He was shooting his cum in her mouth and there was nothing she could do about it!
"Come on, Diane, come on and do it! Cum with me, baby, cum with me!"
His words were far from those of a man of God. But Diane loved his filthy mouth and the sounds of his groans as he filled her mouth with the flat-tasting jizz. She swallowed as much of it as she could, allowing the rest to bubble out around the reverend's cock.
"Ohhhhhfffff!"
Diane could feel the blood boiling in her veins and her ears seemed to ring with the hot pleasure that coursed through her. She felt as if she were about to explode as she worked her tongue around that cumming cock. She could feel that steel prick rummaging through her as she bounced her ass up against the pillory.
She worked her tongue wildly around that cumming cockmeat, her mouth making wet sucking noises. As John's shooting prick subsided in its spraying intensity Diane kept up her steady fucking movement on the dildo. Her passion increased to a white-hot pitch as her aches and pains blended into a strange, wild pleasure. Diane even wanted more hurt, more agony to heighten the erotic feelings of being fucked. "Uhhfhfhfhhhh!" "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Diane moaned against John's cock. Those vibrations drove the minister a little crazy as he held her all the way down on the dildo, forcing her ass into those spikes.
"I'd like to turn that Goddamned electricity on all the way," John confessed, pulling his prick partially from her mouth then shoving it down all the way once again. "Uhhhhhh!"
The thought of even more current singeing her clit drove Diane over the edge. As she bounced up and down, her mouth tightened around the minister's softening cock. The girl felt her orgasm rumbling in the depths of her belly. It felt as if she were being ignited, her insides exploding and burning. The chilly heat raced through her suddenly, taking her breath away as her ass bounced up and down against those awful spikes.
Squealing, Diane let her hips go wild as she felt her orgasm spiraling upward. Her climax was peaking like a thunderbolt, her mind shattering while that electricity seemed to push her cum higher and higher.
"Uhhfhfhfhhffffff!"
She was all clit-throbbing, exploding, her body jerking from side to side. For a while Diane had forgotten where she was, whose cock she was sucking. All that mattered was the firestorm that had begun between her shivering thighs. She dragged her tits across the wood, loving the stinging sensations the splinters created as they stabbed into her nipples.
Her ass bounced frantically up and down, spattering against the spikes, forcing that dildo higher and higher into her cunt. Diane let out another scream, feeling the stinging throbs of her climax reach a point, then slowly diminish. Coming down, her body began to relax and soon the girl was too relaxed to keep the stiffened position in the pillory. The spikes stuck into her ass as she rested on the stool, her cunt right around the electrified cock.
"Uhhfhfhhffff ... oh God, God, what have I done?" Diane muttered as John slipped his cock from her mouth and wiped the head on her lips.
"Just what you always wanted-to suck cock. And you're going to do a lot of that in the future, Diane," John said, chucking her under the chin and smiling down at the hapless young teen.
"Oh God!"
As the girl came down from her sexual high, the wine enema started to cramp her gut even more. It was then that Diane realized just how painful all this had been to her. She squeezed her sphincter muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fade away again as the pain of her overloaded bowels built in her body.
"Is something wrong, dear? You have to go to the bathroom?"
Diane nodded her head frantically up and down, fearing she would shame herself. She was panting now from pain laced with panic. John smiled, padding over to the transformer and turning off the current. She sighed with relief, feeling the dildo grow quiet. Unlocking the various portions of the pillory, John slipped the girl from the device. Diane yanked the nozzle from her ass, looking wildly around the room. "Over there!"
Diane raced to the bathroom and barely made it. Squatting over the dirty bowl, she felt the explosion of the liquid from her bowels. The blowout was so powerful that she had a mini-orgasm, sliding down on the cold porcelain, leaning back against the cover.
Washing herself off after flushing, the girl wondered if she could somehow lock herself in this tiny room and remain safe. But no, John would certainly kick in the door and do something dreadful to her. He had already humiliated and degraded her beyond her wildest belief and he was quite capable of doing far more, she believed.
"Diane? You can come out, now."
Shivering, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms, the young girl opened the door and stepped out tentatively from the bathroom. John was already partially dressed.
"You've had a good time?"
Diane hung her head, shaking it from side to side. She couldn't look at him because she knew he would see she was lying as she stood there stark naked before him.
"Well, we'll have to work on your lying later, Diane. Right now you should go home. Your mother will be worrying about you," John said, glancing up at the plain black-and-white wall clock. "One thing, Diane," he added, pausing as he buckled his belt, "you won't say a word about this to anyone, will you?"
The girl said nothing, folding her hands in front of her and biting down on her pouty lower lip. She was afraid to open her mouth for fear something dreadful might come out. "Did you hear me, Diane?" The girl still kept her tongue, fearing an explosion of words that would hurt her more than help. John scratched his chin once more, then ambled over to her, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of her hair. Yanking back, the reverend pulled her chin up and Diane found herself staring into those cold blue eyes.
"You hate me as much as you want me, don't you, Diane?" "Ohhhhhh!"
"Then I'll give you something more to hate me with," he added, jerking her after him.
"No, no, don't! Oh God, lemme go! No, don't!" she screamed, her feet stumbling and tangling over one another.
John dragged her across the basement floor, ignoring her wild pleas for mercy. She struck the pillory by mistake, hurting her right foot and hand. Still he pulled her along, twisting her hair.
"Yghghghghghhh!"
She stumbled, falling to her knees. Still the reverend held her by the hair, pulling so hard he made her eyelids flutter. Moving away, he pulled the screaming girl after him. Diane jerked her hands up, beating her fists against his hands.
"Here!"
With that he pushed her down onto a small army cot. When Diane tried rolling around, he slapped her twice across the face, telling her sharply to roll over onto her belly and stay there.
"Oh, oh, what have I done to you to deserve this?" she whimpered, burying her flushed face in the cot.
"Just by being your pretty little self, I think," John said, looking around for a moment. "Now keep quiet while I get something to keep you in place."
Diane was too terrified to move one inch. She cringed there on the cot, hugging her elbows tightly to her sides while sobbing quietly. In spite of the terror coursing through her, the young teen felt something like a warming sexual pleasure gently glowing between her legs. After all she had endured, after that dreadful fucking, she was still hot!
"Now then, straighten out your arms and bring them down to the floor."
John's bass voice brought her back to reality once more. Trembling, Diane did as he ordered, moving her hands down along the front legs of the cot.
"Good. A sensible girl who obeys quickly. I like that, Diane."
She was almost pleased she had won his approval. Looking down, she watched as John slipped the half-inch line around one wrist, looping it around her arm and the leg of the cot and cinching it tight. She grunted, feeling the hemp chafing her flesh.
"Now, for the other one."
He stepped around the cot, kneeling down and slipping the line around her other wrist. Diane turned her head once more, staring at that broad, hairy chest. She thought of his prick, now nestled carefully behind his trousers. She wondered how it would feel nudging her, rubbing up against her clit. Would it be any different from that steel thing that had made her cum so hard a few minutes ago?
He tightened the rope hard around her left wrist, securing it well to the wooden cot log. Moving behind the teen now, John pulled her tight leg down and off the cot, holding the ankle between the support and his belly while securing it in the same way he had bound the wrists to the cot.
"Now, then, I don't think you're going to go anywhere until you promise me you won't say a word about what went on down here."
"I ... I can't promise anything," Diane blurted out, instantly sorry she had said it.
"Too bad," he said ruefully, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. "You have a nice ass, Diane. I watched it bounce up and down while you were fucking yourself."
"You made me ..."
"You were fucking yourself," he said coolly, slipping the belt from his trousers and looping it. Diane twisted her head around and saw the belt, feeling her heart contract as if icy fingers had touched it. She knew instinctively what he was going to do and her throat tightened while her lungs filled with air. He was going to beat her!
"You can't ... oh no, you just can't touch me with that thing!"
John laughed, snapping the belt in the air and making the teen cringe. He reached down, smoothing his fingers over her ass, letting his fingers wander into her asshole. Diane let out a sharp cry, her asscheeks tensing together, hardening against that touch. She heard the minister suck in a deep breath behind her and realized every move she made was exciting him and enticing him to do harm to her. She tried to stay still.
"Now, I'm going to teach you another lesson-one of obedience to my command. You'll listen to what I say and do it-or you'll suffer like this!"
Diane heard the black leather belt crack in the air, then heard the sound of it hissing down toward her. She clenched her teeth tightly together, curling her fingers as she waited for the blow. It came with the force of a fiery hurricane, the leather smacking dryly against her ass.
"Iiiiiieeeee!"
The stinging blow made her twist frantically against the ropes holding her firmly to the cot. It felt as if someone had branded her butt with a hot iron, the pain bringing more tears to her eyes. She could hear the reverend chuckling above and behind her as the strip of injured flesh burned painfully. Another hissing sound. Another loud smack, this one criss-crossed over the first. He was beating her ass regularly, bringing the leather down again and again. Diane cried out, wailing, biting at the material while jerking her arms frantically against the rope.
"No! No! No!"
The belt hit hard against her lower back now and at times John brought the leather down hard between her shoulders, making Diane think he would surely break her spine.
"You'll learn not to even question what I tell you, bitch!" John growled, smacking the belt between her asscheeks, the leather yanking her asshole out of shape.
Diane screamed at the pain, knowing full well there would be more and worse to follow.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Enough of this!"
John threw the belt away and unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down to the floor.
"No, no, my mother! Oh God, you said my mother would be worrying about me," Diane sobbed, watching as the reverend's prick sprang up.
"That's the chance I'll have to take. You're going to feel a cock, a real man's cock for the first time. I know that's what you've been wanting. And that's just what you'll get."
Diane waited breathlessly, her cunt tingling, creaming, growing hot. The ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles, the idea of being restrained, the burning feeling of her ass-it all made her ready to experience anything the reverend would throw at her.
"Now, relax. If you do you might enjoy this as much as I will."
John crouched down on the cot. Diane could feel his fingers sliding over her ass, kneading the soft flesh, then slowly spreading her asscheeks apart. She could feel the cool air blowing up against the inner curves of her asscheeks, touching her wrinkled asshole. When John slipped one finger up into her asshole, she thought of that nozzle, that awful piece of steel that had sprayed that cold wine and water into her bowels. Now the reverend was squeezing his right forefinger into her ass, sliding it up to the second joint before the girl let out a cry of pain. "No!"
A second finger pushed into her ass right next to the first. Diane let out another howl, arching her back and jerking her head up off the cot while digging her knees into the hard canvas. She pulled wildly at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles, her face flushed beet red.
"It shouldn't hurt, dear," John said mockingly, twisting his fingers around.
It was awful! Diane thought her asshole was going to split apart. The dull ache throbbed to the outer curved edges of her ass as John began fucking those two fingers in and out, in and out, twisting them. Diane opened her mouth to scream, but only a rush of air escaped over her teeth as the pain hit her. It was then the big man shot in a third finger and began twisting them all around.
"Yaghghhghghgh!"
Diane shrilled past soprano, her body quaking and shivering. She jerked and twitched violently, her head whipping hard against the cot while her muscles bulged against her sweat-glistening flesh. The cot moved with the two of them on it as John pushed his fingers in so far that his knuckles rubbed up against her assflesh.
"Aiiiieeeee!"
Diane didn't know anything could hurt that much. She screamed like a mad woman, certain she would lose consciousness if this continued. John pulled his fingers out suddenly and the girl shivered, feeling as if he had ripped out a fistful of her guts.
"Gotta keep you quiet."
He was moving back toward that metal cabinet once more, his prick sticking straight out, far thicker than those horrid three fingers. She knew suddenly that he was getting ready to fuck her ass with that cock!
"No, please, oh no, I'll . . . I'll suck you again. I'll do anything, but no, please ..."
John's lips curled into a smile. It was obvious he enjoyed her hammering protests, her cries of horror. But her shouts were becoming too shrill and he feared someone passing by outside might hear. Diane watched as he pulled two strange devices from the cabinet. One appeared to be a red ball to which long strips of leather were attached. The other was a hood of some sort with the eyeholes stitched up, and a zipper at the mouth.
"First we'll try this. And then if it doesn't work, I have the alternative."
John knelt in front of the cot, forcing Diane's mouth open and sliding the rubber ball in until it pressed hard against her first molars. She had her jaws spread apart nearly as wide as when he had forced her to suck his cock! The foul-tasting rubber ball was fixed in place with those black leather straps that buckled behind her head.
John then moved behind her, holding the hood in one hand. Once more he began fucking her with his fingers, twisting them around until the young teen was screaming into the rubber ball. The resulting muffled cries seemed to please the reverend. He grunted, then straddled the girl, his prick slipping over her asshole. Diane felt the big cunt-splitting monster and groaned, chewing down on the ball. He was going to kill her with that thing!
"Now, Diane. You're going to take my cock in your ass now. And when it's over, you won't think of disobeying me any more."
He braced his hands on either side of her hips, pressing his knees against the insides of hers and spreading her asscheeks apart. Diane could feel the big meaty prickhead up against her asshole now. John was bracing his cock with one hand, dropping down between her legs, getting ready to fuck.
Diane shifted her thighs slightly, sensing the splinters stabbing into her clit. Tiny orgasmic spasms rocked through her pussy as she tried to ready herself for the fuck. She felt his fingers gripping her asscheeks, pulling them apart, completely exposing her asshole.
John leaned forward, pressing his cockhead up against her ass. Diane let out another cry, chewing down on the rubber ball. The pressure increased, making her scream. She was choking, the spittle backing up behind the gagging ball and threatening to choke her. He was still bracing his prick with one hand, forcing the prickmeat hard up against her sphincter.
"Loosen . . . loosen up, Goddamned it," John muttered through his teeth. "I'm gonna fuck this asshole whether you're gonna get torn up or not!"
Diane's forehead wrinkled, the pain throbbing from her asshole up to her brain. She spread her knees as much as she could, feeling the muscles painfully knot up in her thighs and calves. He was grunting like a stag mounting his mate in the woods, pushing in, squeezing his cockmeat into her asshole.
Diane let out another cry, her grunts turning into shrill, non-ending screams the moment his cockhead popped past the tight ring of sphincter muscles guarding her bowels. The ache had turned into a sharp series of stabbing pains, making the muscles in her belly and thighs cramp. She pounded her body hard against the cot, jerking up wildly against the restraining ropes that held her wrists and ankles.
"Aghghghhgh! Aiyeeeee!"
The gag John had shoved in her mouth now did little to muffle the terrified girl's agony as he shoved yet more cockmeat into her asshole. He stopped for a moment, his prickhead just past the shoved-in outer lips of her ass, the leather hood still clutched in his sweaty fist.
"This should keep you quiet while I finish fucking you."
"Aghghghgh!"
Flipping the hood open, John easily reached around the panting, screaming girl, pushing the leather down around her head. Diane let out another cry, feeling the cool, smooth material slipping down over her forehead. Shoving his prick in yet another inch, the big man used both hands to pull down the hood.
"Noofofofff!"
Diane felt her heart skip a beat while her cunt fluttered with terror and excitement. The leather slid down over her face, pushing her eyelids in and forcing her nostrils closed. She panicked, screaming wildly, breathing with wet sucking sounds around the gagging ball. Diane was plunged into night as the hood fit tightly around her head and blocked even the meager amount of air she had managed to suck in around the rubber ball gag.
Her screams became cries of horror as she thought she would surely suffocate under the hood. Then she heard the sound of a zipper and cool air blew against her lips. Diane gasped in air, temporarily forgetting about the big prick pushing aside her guts and filling up her bowels. "Yeah, baby, oh yeah, that's the way I like it-good and hard and tight around my cock," the reverend groaned, pulling back a little.
The sliding sensation of his prick moving out was a new one to the girl. It felt as if someone had attached a vacuum to her ass and turned it on. She tensed her thighs, shoving her ass up as John pulled his rockrod out. When he shoved back all the way in the girl screamed, the hood and gag effectively blocking the sounds. John grunted with satisfaction, now fully atop the girl, and moving his hips from side to side.
"Come on, baby, wriggle those hips! Make me feel that ass move around."
To emphasize his point, John reached down and pinched the flesh around her thighs and hipbones. Diane grunted, doing the best she could to comply with the big man. She could feel him gathering her skin in small little balls, twisting it around and around until she was sure she was bruising under that torment. And all the while he was fucking down, down, until the full length of his eight-inch-thick cock was inside her bowels. Diane puffed around the ball.
"Nice, nice, nice and tight! Christ, this is way way, Diane. This is the way I'm going to fuck you from now on!"
No! No! She wanted at least once to feel his cock in her pussy. She had suffered to much, endured far too much to be satisfied with his cock in her asshole.
"And you know, maybe I'll invite your mother down here," John said thoughtfully, reaching around and sliding his hands up around her chest.
In a moment she felt him pinching her nipples, rolling them around like peas and squeezing the hot, rubbery nubs until the girl cried once more into the gagging rubber ball.
"I'll bet the two of you would be a hot team. I've watched your mother many Sundays. I'll bet you didn't know your mother was thinking about fucking me."
"Uhhhhhh!"
"I can always tell when a woman wants to get fucked. And your mother's one of them."
The restraints were pulling hard at her wrists now, making her fingers and toes cold. John shoved down deep again, his cockhairs tickling the wrinkled flesh of her ass. The sharp pains had disappeared now, replaced by a spicy heat that tickled her clit. She let out another little cry as John pulled out all the way, then shoved back in.
"Bitch! You're nothing but a little piece of shit, and I'm going to feel shit on my prick!"
He grew wilder by the second, pounding his cock into her asshole. Diane groaned and writhed, battling back as much as she could by snapping up her hips at each downward fuck-thrust. Up and down, up and down her thighs flew, her ass slapping wetly against John's thick cock.
"Damn it! Goddamn it!" he grunted, closing his eyes and shaking the sweat off his face. "The little slut's gonna make me cum!"
He slapped his hands hard across her back, keeping his prick buried up her ass while Diane twisted her hips from side to side. Yes, she was fucking him. She wanted to have his prick moving in and out of her ass, gouging the sides of her bowels. John brought his hands back down, forcing her to roll her hips around. When his fingers slipped around her boyish hips, moving down to her hot, swollen pussymound Diane thought she would come unglued. He was pressing his fingers in, squeezing out more juice, fingering the super-sensitive flesh between her inner and outer pussylabes.
Then John let out a sharp cry and his body shivered against hers. Then the teen felt the jet of jellied gasoline burn into her asshole. He was cumming and cumming hard! Moving one hand up, he crushed her clit with his thumbnail, forcing the girl into a powerful climax. The pain, the unending agony sent Diane flying over the edge.
She thrashed about, pulling on the restraints and banging her body up against the reverend's as she came and came and came. The last thing she remembered was the feel of John's cock slowly pulling from her asshole and her desire to keep it in. She tightened her assmuscles to keep that precious cock inside her but the reverend was determined. When his prickhead popped past her gripping assring, the girl knew she was defeated. Groaning, Diane lay stretched and raped on the army cot, cum oozing freely from her asshole while her clit throbbed in the final throes of climax.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
John stood up, shaking the last bit of cum from his piss-slit. Reaching down, he slipped two fingers under the edge of the hood, pulling it from her head. Diane gasped, feeling the cool air against her face.
"Now, Diane, did you feel the grace of God through that kiss of peace?"
The minister reached down and pulled out the gag. Diane twisted her head around, spitting out the foul-tasting saliva that had gathered behind the ball. She wouldn't answer him. She would just stay quiet.
"Now then, I don't have to have an answer right now," John said, roughly untying the ropes that held her ankles to the cot legs and the line binding her wrists to the wood.
Diane lay quietly on the canvas for several more seconds, hardly believing she was free to go. Slowly she raised her arms, half turning around on the cot and rubbing her chafed wrists together. The rope had made the flesh there so pink!
John nodded his head, picking up her panties then throwing them into her face. Diane pulled them away, smelling her own pussyjuices on the material. What a whore she had been with this man!
"Now, you can get dressed, Diane, and go home. But remember, as I said, anything mentioned to your mother will have very bad consequences."
Diane didn't have to guess what those consequences would be. She had suffered through them enough. The enema, the electrified dildo fucking through her cherry, the awful cock-sucking, and now this ass-fucking! She slowly swung her legs over the cot, pushing the long blonde hair from her eyes and staring at the floor. She felt a little dizzy, a little weak.
Putting both hands down on the edge of the cot, she tested the strength of her legs. Yes, she could get up. Yes, she could dress herself and leave this place. No, no, she would never, ever return to this church.
"You're not in a hurry? You want more, Diane?" John said, zipping up his trousers and swaggering over to her.
Diane jumped up from the couch, stepping into her panties and pulling them up quickly. He stopped and grabbed a handful of her hair. He jerked her up against his chest, tearing strands from her scalp. Diane grunted, closing her eyes while working her lips silently together.
"Yes, you'll make a good disciple of Christ-my kind of Christ, Diane. Now, get your clothes on and get out of here! You'll hear from me soon," John said, his voice dropping as he let her go.
As she pulled her dress on, Diane was certain she would indeed hear from her reverend.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Diane, you're being unreasonable!"
"I don't care. I won't go back! I just won't!"
Diane sat at the table, tears welling up behind her eyes. The stinging was awful, nearly enough to make her cry. But she wouldn't let the tears fall. Oh no! Her mother would want to know why and what could she tell her? Could she explain how reverend Dennis had fucked her, beaten her and tortured her in that foul way and how she had liked it?
Three days later Diane could still feel that long cock up her ass, snaking up her bowels while her hot, swollen cunt scraped over the rough canvas. Just thinking about how he had roped her, raped her and beaten her made the teen cringe with horror. And now her mother wanted her to go back to Sunday School classes.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Eve Kingsley said, folding her arms across her tits and leaning against the dinner table.
She sighed, brushing her hair from her face. Eve was an attractive widow, a woman who was often mistaken for Diane's older sister. After much trial after her husband's death, she had finally managed to scrape her life together. The church had been a tremendous help and she had hoped it would also help her daughter. Now this sudden refusal by Diane was totally unexpected. Although not enamoured of religion, Diane had at least been making an effort to follow her mother's wishes. This rebellious attitude now was something new.
"I don't care! But I'm not going to that church any more. I don't want to have anything to do with it," Diane said, curling her fingers into fists and tilting her chin up defiantly.
"Well, I, . . I can't make you go. But that doesn't mean I won't go myself," Eve said after some moments of thought.
"No! You can't go back either!"
Diane panicked, remembering what the reverend had said about fucking her mother. It would take little for him to corner Eve and do the same things to her he had done to Diane - maybe worse.
"What?" her mother snorted.
But how could she warn her mother without exposing her own guilt? Diane lowered her eyes, blinking away a telltale tear.
"Nothing, Mother. You do what you have to," Diane said sadly, pulling at the tablecloth and wishing she were up in her own room to hide. "I just don't want to go back to that church any more."
Eve sighed, biting her lower lip. Something had happened. Perhaps one of the students was bothering Diane. Reverend Dennis would know what the problem was.
"I'm going to go find out what's wrong between you and other children at school," Eve announced suddenly. "I'll see the reverend and get it all straightened out."
"Oh, Mother, you can't! Oh no don't, don't go to him! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Diane cried, pushing back from the table and racing up the stairs.
Eve stood up, her eyes wide as she heard her daughter's bedroom door slam shut. That was it. Something was going on and she had a duty to find out just what. Eve slipped on her light tan trench coat and rushed out the house, slinging her black leather shoulder pocket book over her arm.
All the way to the church Eve kept thinking about Diane's outburst. Something terrible had happened. Diane was normally a level-headed young woman. This hysterical crying was due to something, something that had happened there at the church.
Reaching the complex of buildings that housed both church and classrooms, Eve swung her long, lithe legs from the car and gathered the trench coat around her. A stiff breeze from the east blew her blonde hair out around her head as she made her way to the reverend's residence. A light shining behind the blinds told Diane he was there.
"Yes? Oh, Mrs. Kingsley," the reverend said after Eve had rapped at his door several times.
"Come in. I was just scratching out a sermon for this Sunday."
Eve smiled, feeling a warming glow rush over her. There was something in his eyes, something in the way he looked at her that made Eve think of him in terms other than religious. He took her coat, hanging it up as Eve moved forward and looked about the small living room. There was something very masculine about it, something that didn't speak of the religion he was professing. Eve felt her tits tingle. Her flesh seemed to glow as she moved away from this man of God.
"Now, is there something I can do for you?"
Eve sat down, folding her hands together and trying to compose her thoughts. She didn't want to offend the reverend. Still, she wanted to get to the bottom of her daughter's problem.
"I mean, when I mention the church she becomes almost-well, wild."
Eve spread her hands apart for emphasis and smiled uneasily. John was sitting opposite her, leaning back against in his chair and smiling warmly at her. Heat began to concentrate in the furry bundle between her legs as she turned her eyes away from his. She could feel her pussy swelling.
"Wild? Isn't that a little strong, Mrs, Kingsley? Or shall I call you Eve?"
"Eve would be fine, Reverend," she. responded, feeling herself drawn to this man.
"And you think I have something to do with Diane's problem?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh no, no!" she said quickly, shaking her head. "Perhaps some of the children have been bothering her. Have you noticed anything like that?"
John seemed relieved for a moment. Quickly he shook his head.
"No ... but maybe if I think a little more. Would you like some coffee?"
"Yes, that would be fine," Eve said, feeling her tits itching when he touched her lightly around the shoulders.
Her fuzzy cunt was generating more and more heat while juice seeped from her pussyhole and wet down her panty crotch panel. Eve flushed as the reverend left the room for a moment. She was a grown woman, mature, this was no time for her to be acting like some star-struck teenager.
But that awful knot of tension she had felt when her husband had aroused her formed now between her belly and cunt. She shifted her ass on the couch, looking about the room while the reverend rattled around in the kitchen.
Eve noticed the corner of a magazine sticking out from under the chair John had been sitting in. It was probably some reference material he was using to write his sermon, she thought. Absently Eve leaned forward, picking up the magazine and bringing it to rest on her lap.
It was opened to the center and Eve's eyes focused on a picture that at first startled, then horrified her. It was a shot of a woman bound and gagged, her arms stretched high above her while her feet were roped to some hooks driven into the floor. Her eyes were wide with terror as a man stood nearby with a whip in his right hand. Several dark red stripes across her belly indicated he had already used the instrument several times.
Eve recovered, flipping the pages quickly. All of them were shots of various women in varying states of undress, all of them bent over or strung up in some pose of torture.
"Do you find that interesting reading, Eve? I do," John said.
Eve dropped the magazine hurriedly, rising from the couch and turning around. John was standing there, a cup of coffee in one hand, a smirk on his face.
"Do you want your coffee now? Do you want to hear why your daughter's so upset?"
Eve shuddered, feeling slightly sick.
"What's going on?" she said, her body trembling with horror. "What have you done to my daughter?"
"Just this-and some other things," John answered simply, nodding toward the magazine now sprawled on the floor.
"Oh, God!"
Eve felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The thought, the wretched thought that her daughter had been treated like this made her sick. No, a human being, especially a minister of God, wouldn't be guilty of this.
"Maybe you'd like to see what the two of us did. I told Diane not to tell but I guess she did, in her own way. That's too bad," he said, setting the coffee down on the end table.
"I'll tell the elders," Eve said, growing nervous as John approached her. She stepped behind the wing chair, looking around for her trench coat. "I'll tell everyone in the congregation what you've done to my daughter! And when I'm through, you'll wind up in jail!"
"You aren't going to tell anyone anything," John snarled, moving in front of the door.
Eve shivered, her eyes racing around for something to defend herself with.
"You're going to be like your daughter- maybe even better. I told her I've always wanted to fuck you."
"What?"
Even now with the knowledge that Reverend Dennis had hurt her daughter Eve found it horribly obscene to hear words like that coming from the reverend's mouth.
"And I'm gonna do it tonight. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to piss for a week."
Eve's eyes rounded as she heard those terrible words. They were filthy, words better suited to a drunken sailor. She shook her head, backing away from the big man.
"I'll bet you'll enjoy yourself, just like Diane did. You know, I couldn't keep her ass still once she got hot. I'll bet she inherited that from you. You're a hot bitch, I'll bet."
"Let me go, you filthy animal!"
Eve grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, supporting herself as the room seemed to whirl around. She had to get away from this man. Her heart was beating wildly, threatening to burst through her ribcage as she stared back wildly at him.
John approached her from the left now, his hands stretched out for her, his lips curled in a Satanic smile. Backing away, Eve began whimpering, her hand gripping a porcelain lamp. As he lunged, the woman threw the lamp at him, screaming as it missed his head by inches and crashed to the floor.
"Slut!"
"No! No! Help me, someone help me!"
Eve screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt him grabbing her around the waist. He let her struggle for a while, her legs kicking outward, her hand flailing against him. She tried doubling over, biting his wrist. But he kept her pinned hard against him, making any escape impossible. When he finally tired of her screaming, John let her go, pushing her roughly from him.
Eve stumbled forward, her belly striking the back of the couch hard. She gripped the back of the sofa, about to let out another scream when she felt his hands curling around her hair. There was a sharp, stinging sensation as he pulled back hard. Her knees turned to rubber, buckling as the horrible pain of having her hair pulled back shot through her brain.
"No, no, aiyeeeeee!"
He was dragging her back, her heels out in front of her. The woman struggled, her heart racing. At one point her legs kicked out, striking the end table and over-turning it. Eve could see other pornographic magazines tumbling to the floor.
"Goddamn bitch! Just like your daughter. I'll bet you won't be able to stop fucking once I get things going with you."
"No, stop!"
He dragged her to the doorway, letting her fall on her back. Eve was breathing heavily. Her eyes rolled up and she looked with hatred at him. This man had violated her daughter and now he was going to do the same to her! She was wild with grief and anger, wishing she had the strength to rip off his face.
"Can't have you acting like this outside because that's where you're going."
"You aren't taking me anywhere, you bastard!" Eve spat back.
"Bastard, eh?"
He backhanded her for that remark, his knuckles bruising her chin and knocking her back against the wall. Eve let out a startled cry, the hair splashing over her face. She had never been struck like that before. Her legs twisted together and the woman stared up at the big man, wondering what else he would do to her.
"Come here, baby. Come here, Eve, come to your reverend," he said.
Terror mixed with anger, she wriggled away from the big man, her hands behind her. John advanced slowly, his boots crushing the thick green carpet. When he reached down and stroked his fly, Eve saw his cock was hard, pushing up against the front of his black trousers. Eve could have screamed, knowing now what Diane had gone through.
"Leave me alone!"
"No way, Eve. You and I are going to have a good time together, just like your daughter and I did."
He threw himself on top of her, holding her arms back while crushing her knees to the floor with his. She could feel his breath on her throat as he dry fucked her. A hand began tearing her dress, pulling it up. She felt his fingers passing over her cuntal mound, pawing her, feeling the damp nylon.
"Goddamned little liar, just the way your daughter is. You're hotter 'n hell, Eve. And I've got just the ticket for getting rid of that heat."
When she tried screaming again John cupped her mouth, his fingers pressing down so hard her lips were cut against her teeth. His other hand was around her throat, squeezing her windpipe. Eve began gagging and the room grew dark. She flailed at his face, clawing at his cheeks. But the more she struggled, the less effective her movements seemed to be.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Just when she thought she would die under this man, his fingers left her throat. There were more ripping and tearing sounds and Eve felt her dress being pulled away from her body. In a moment she knew she was only wearing her panties and John was pawing her tits, squeezing her nipples. She felt the reverend's lips curling around her nipples, sucking and biting them while he worked his fingers up into the soppy crotch panel.
Against her will Eve found herself rocking her hips from side to side, feeling the carpeting through the thin nylon of her panties. He was doing it to her. He was doing it to her just as he had promised! She grew hotter to his touch, rolling her thighs up to him and tightening her ass as his fingers rubbed the soppy material up into her hot cuntal crack. "Uhhhhhh!" "Now maybe you're ready to go outside to the Sunday School building. I've got a little room down in the basement you might enjoy. Diane certainly did," John said tauntingly.
To make certain Eve wouldn't scream the reverend took the thick belt from her trench coat and doubled it, wrapping it tightly around her head and into her mouth. Eve protested, drawing back her head, but there was nothing she could do. Pulling the belt tight, John forced her to her feet.
"Bring your hands back-do it voluntarily or I'll do it for you, and believe me, it will hurt!"
Grunting through the belt gag, Eve did as she was told, keeping her head down and pushing her hand back behind her. John took another piece of material and bound her wrists together tightly in a figure-eight knot, cinching it.
"Now you're not going to give me any trouble. I don't think you would want to be seen half-naked, bound and gagged, running down the street. People would talk. And then, of course, there would be all the stories about your daughter and what she'd gone through. I don't think you'd be able to live in this town any more."
He pushed her through the front door, holding onto her bound hands. Outside the ash trees rustled madly as the wind picked up from the east. A dog barked in the distance as Eve shuffled bare-footed through the grass toward the darkened classroom building.
"We'll go through this doorway here. No one'll bother us."
Eve followed his instructions, wondering what was down there that had so terrified her daughter and now, even though unknown to her, was frightening her.
CHAPTER SIX
It was a nightmare-a horrible, mind-tingling nightmare. Never had Eve ever thought about this kind of man, this kind of torture in relation to herself or her daughter. Of course she had read about it in the newspapers-perverts being arrested after having kidnapped and terrorized young women. But it was something that happened to other people in other places. Surely nothing like that would happen to her!
"Uhhhh!"
But it was happening now. Eve tilted back her head, focusing her eyes on the cuffs now tightly cinched around her wrists. The leather bands hurt her terribly as they stretched upward toward the chains holding them. A four-foot long pole kept her arms stretched widely apart, creating a throbbing ache in her shoulder.
John had torn the panties from her the moment he had shoved her down the stairs. Now she knew why her daughter had been so frightened. There were all those awful things on the walls-masks, hoods, whips, riding crops. He had used these things on her daughter and now he would use them on her. He had told her that with glee, his eyes dancing merrily as she gaped at him.
He was upstairs now and she could hear the floorboards creaking from his weight. She would have tried kicking free, rocking her body back and forth in hopes the resulting weight would tear the chains free from their overhead anchorage. But John had taken care of that too. As the woman in the porno magazine she'd seen earlier, her legs had been stretched apart, cuffs attached to her ankles then those fastened to chains attached to eyehooks in the floor. Her body was a broad X, the muscles strained by the pulling and constant tugging of the overhead restraints.
"God, God, why is this happening to us?" Eve whispered.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. It was the reverend, that unholy minister come to hurt her some more!
"You're comfortable, Eve? I thought so," he said, without even letting her answer.
Walking to the far wall he looked at the selection of various whips and riding crops. Even hung there, her terrified eyes rounding even more as she watched him pull down a small black leather instrument meant for spurring on a horse. John rubbed the leather against his cheek, smiling and closing his eyes. Then he walked toward her, the sound of his soles against the concrete floor drawing shudders from the woman.
"What are you going to do with . . . with that?" she stammered, her eyes trained on the riding crop.
"Teach you a lesson. You enjoy the touch of leather? Most women do, even though they'd die first before admitting it."
Eve gasped as he felt the crop slid up her belly. John rubbed the handle over her smooth skin, hefting her right tit, then letting it fall back to her chest. When Eve shuddered again John smiled more broadly, sliding the crop back toward her cunt. He took one of the leather strips and pressed it against her outer pussylabes, halving them, then sliding the strip back and forth, sawing it deep into her cunt.
Eve closed her eyes, her head falling back while she curled her fingers against the overhead chains. That touch, that lovely smooth cool touch of the leather up against her inner cuntlips was too wonderful to believe! She felt her juices flowing more quickly, frothing from her fuzzy cunthole. It was awful! Once more she was shaming herself, disgracing herself in front of this animal. But there was nothing she could do.
"You like it. Told you you would. Now we're going to have a taste of the leather that's a little different," John said, sliding the crop away from her body and leaving the woman panting for more.
"Oh please, don't . . . don't touch me with that thing!"
Her joints hurt and her shoulders ached while the muscles in her leg throbbed from the awful pulling pressure of the cuffs tight around her ankles. The reverend sneered up at her, laughing as she hung helplessly from the ceiling. Eve's spirits sank the moment she saw that riding crop tapping against his boots. She knew he was going to use it on her, to slap her with it as hard as he could. He prodded her right tit with the end of that horrible thing and Eve felt the leather and metal tip folding into her nipple. John smiled more broadly, rolling it around and around, causing a shiver of pleasant sensation fluttering from her nipple to her spine.
Eve curled her toes, instinctively trying to press them against the floor as a rush of delight made her cunt contract.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
The reverend walked in front of her, always keeping his eyes on her. Eve's eyes couldn't leave the crop, her heart pounding wildly against her chest. She could tell his cock was growing, pressing harder against his trousers. And then . . . and then with a quick, horrible move John brought the leather down across both her nipples. It was as if someone had touched burning matches to her tits!
"Eaghghghghghghh!"
Eve jerked her legs, pulling wildly at the chains holding them to the floor. She snapped her head from side to side, her arms jerking down from the overhead restraints. The chains rattled the searing pain from her injured nipples crashed into her brain. Her nipples felt as if they had been torn from her surrounding tit flesh.
Her vision blurred by tears, Eve stared down at the big man, watching that awful smile on his sensuous lips. He moved around again, tapping the tip of the crop against her belly. Then, with another vicious movement, John brought the crop down against her lower belly twice, creating an X on her white flesh.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Eve again tried to draw her legs up, but the chains held firm. The muscles of her belly contracted in a spasm of pain. She curled her back as much as she could, feeling helpless. Despair settled on her like a dark fog. Something popped in her shoulder and a sharp shock of pain raced up and down her arm.
"Oh no, no, oh please, please ..."
She blinked away the hot, blinding tears, watching as John moved around quickly again and struck the crop just under her right kneecap. Eve let out a sharp cry, twitching and jerking on the chains as if he had plugged her into a socket.
Moving around completely behind her, the minister turned the crop around and jammed it hard against her asshole. Eve cried out, her asscheeks flexing and clenching together instinctively. John laughed at her vain attempt to protect herself, twisting the crop into her bowels. "Take it out! Take it out!" she shrieked, her voice loud and high.
"I don't know why you're so damned worried about getting fucked in the ass. Your daughter liked it," John taunted, giving the crop another shove and making the woman's body twitch. "What?"
"Yeah, lovin' my cock shoving into her asshole! That's the last thing we did."
Eve felt sick the more she heard about the terrible things he had done to her daughter. Then the riding crop reminded her of her own troubles sending Shockwaves of pain rushing through her ass. John beat the crop against her naked soles now, sending incredible shocks of pain rushing up her muscle-knotted legs. The arch of her left foot was the target now. John slowed his beating strokes, timing them to strike just when he felt the woman didn't expect it. "Uhhh!"
Again the crop came up to her ass, the metal and leather tip stretching her asshole out of shape. She had never been butt-fucked before in her life and now he was forcing the head of the crop up into her bowels and laughing as she cried out.
"No! No! Take it out! Hurts! Hurts!"
Her words became a tangle meaningless cries and screams as John shoved at least four inches of the crop into her asshole. He slapped her ass several times to force her to relax. Eve tried but her sphincters were so tight, holding onto the riding crop and not letting go. The resulting cramps brought more hot, stringing tears to her eyes.
"Take it, you Goddamned bitch! Take it like your damned daughter did!"
"Ooooowwwwwwww!"
She threw back her head, shutting her eyes and crying out to the heavens. A terrible pulse leaped at her throat as she let the leather cuffs slice into her wrists. When John pulled back, twisting the crop again slowly, Eve thought her ass would come apart from the obscene suction. With a pop the big man pulled the crop from her asshole, turning it around and gripping the handle once more.
"No more," she gasped, the hair curtaining her flushed face. "I can't take any more."
"Sure you can. You don't have much of a choice, do you, Eve?"
"Uhh!"
He began beating her ass now, letting the strips of broad black leather smack dryly against her ass. Even thought her ass had caught fire! She could feel the skin splitting under the relentless cracking blows of the crop.
The blazing agony of her plump ass radiated quickly to her cunt and in a flash the woman felt that tiny sex organ catch fire. Juice ran freely from her cunt, wetting down her blonde pussy curls and matting them against her flesh. She tried to stop the steady lusty arousal that made her cuntal muscles snap shut on thin air but nothing could stop the rush of sensations. She could now understand what had happened to her daughter and why the girl had given in to this horrible man of God.
"Yaghghghghghhhhh!"
He lashed her ass again, the leather strips cutting deeply into her ass. Eve yammered again for mercy, not expecting him to give her any.
"No! No!"
John was concentrating on her ass but none of her skin was safe. The woman clenched her asscheeks until they ached, hoping to protect her asshole from the leather. But eventually she had to relax and at that point John snapped the crop into her asshole.
"Noooooo!"
The man was doing far more to her than he had done to her daughter. She swung on the chains, her toes and arches aching. Her head back, the woman knew she was completely defeated. What had begun as a mission of mercy and discovery had ended in her own degradation and humiliation.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
"I think I've had enough of this," John said, tossing the crop away. "We've got more important things to do-things to really test your limits."
"No, no more, no more!"
Eve's voice dropped again, her body twisting up against the overhead chains. She stretched, feeling her muscles tightening pleasantly against her whipped flesh.
John walked around to the front of the woman, reaching up and pressing one finger under her chin. Eve raised her head, blinking her eyes open and staring down at the man. For an instant she felt something other than hatred, other than the anger that had seared her heart earlier.
John saw that, reaching forward and curling his fingers in her cuntal thicket. He pulled back, yanking out a handful of her pussy hairs. A thousand fires exploded in her cunt, making the woman twitch and scream.
"Your daughter liked having her cunt fucked by an electrified dildo. I was sorry I didn't get a chance to test her to the limit," he said. "But this time things are different."
As he talked, John stroked her outer cuntlabes with the backs of his fingers, pinching them at times and watching as tremors raced up her inner thighs each time he neared her clit.
"What do you mean?"
What had he done to her daughter? John said nothing more at this point, moving behind her and dragging out a small iron stand atop which rested a black iron bowl. Peering down, Eve saw the bowl had recently been filled with charcoal. He was stirring the black lumps about with the tip of a long black iron rod, the steel clanking noisily against the sides of the bowl.
"That's for later. Right now, I want you to feel the real taste of my power-the power I've got over you and your daughter."
John laughed at her, striking her kneecaps hard with the rod, then letting it fall to the floor as he walked back to the cabinet. She watched as he pulled a can of lighter fluid from the shelf, slipping a pack of matches into his pocket. Moving back to the bowl, John held the can over the charcoal, spraying the fluid over the lumps.
"No, oh no!"
Eve tucked her ass away, cringing back as if she could somehow avoid what was inevitable. Out came the matches and the flame was struck. A bluish fire enveloped the clump of charcoal. Immediately she felt the leather restraints slipping on her wrists and ankles as perspiration ran down her arms and legs. The heat grew more and more intense as the flames died down and spread through the coals. The iron in the bowl turned a dark red while the area just above the tip assumed an ashen-gray color.
"You know, I read in Biblical times they would brand certain outlaws-sluts, for instant, like you and your daughter-that is when they weren't dragged outside the town and stoned," he said, his eyes twinkling merrily as they moved from Eve's naked, hanging body to the coals, then back again. "You were whipped instead of stoned but I think a taste of this will raise your spirits."
John Dennis. That obscenity! How she had prayed in front of him, received communion, trusted her faith and family to him. And now he was going to brand her after having whipped her half to death with that riding crop. She watched with the eyes of a terrified, cornered small animal. He was pacing, waiting for the iron to heat all the way through. He cracked his knuckles, rocking back on his feet, glancing at the woman from time to time.
He took a large rag and wrapped it around one end. The tip was dark red, glowing as if it had a life of its own. Eve felt her flesh break out into a cold sweat as she watched him stir the coals around with that poker. Embers flew toward the ceiling like clusters of fireflies, only to fall hissing against the cold concrete.
"Oh no, no!" Eve whimpered, tucking her ass once more, wanting to make herself as tiny as possible.
"You don't like this, Eve? You want something larger, perhaps? Something I could heat and shove up your cunt to satisfy you?"
"No, please! I'll do anything. I won't tell anyone about this. Just . . ."
John threw back his head and laughed, keeping the tip of the poker well buried in the glowing coals.
"Your daughter begged for the same thing. In the end it didn't do her any good," he said, drawing his mouth in a determined line. "And it won't do you any good either. Just relax and enjoy this."
"Enjoy?"
"Yes, you want this. I can see it. Hell, I can smell your cunt from here, juicing like some damned over-ripe melon."
"No ... oh, my Jesus! No, don't . . . don't do this to me!"
Eve's eyes widened, falling on the glowing poker again. The sight burned into her brain, making her faint with terror.
"And now, something you'll remember for a long time. You'll remember it because you'll have a mark as a reminder."
John took the iron, holding it in front of her face for an instant. Eve screamed, jerking back her head. He was going to brand her! God have mercy, he was going to brand her and there was nothing she or God would do about it!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eve could feel the heat singeing the fine blonde hairs on her cunt. John held the poker carefully in his right hand, letting the end bob up and down three inches away from her pussy. Her muscles quivered, contracting as the sharp head licked at her clit like some horrid obscene tongue! Eve shivered mightily, whimpering as she waited for the stinging kiss of the poker.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Eve screamed, every nerve alive. The anticipation, the waiting for the feel of that horrible thing searing her flesh was worse, she thought, than the actual touch.
"Are you ready for this, Eve? Ready to feel the poker burning through your flesh to the bone?"
Eve stared helplessly at him, his words bringing yet more terror to her whirling brain. She screamed wildly again, snapping her head from side to side while twisting helplessly in her bonds. He lowered the iron and a small red spot appeared on her left thigh, growing wider as John left the poker dangle there. It burned her so terribly she felt as if he were touching her already!
The Reverend moved the poker a little more to the right and the heat radiated directly into her cunt. The blonde cuntal hairs shriveled, smoldering down to her swollen mound. The stench of her burned hair was nauseating but Eve could tell that the smell and the way she twisted on the chains excited the Reverend even more. His hand shook, the poker bobbing up and down as a result. Eve sucked in a deep breath and muttered some prayers, trying to prepare herself for the worst.
"No, no ..."
The glowing poker slowly advanced. Eve tightened her thighs and ass, trying to move her cunt away from that thing. But any movement was restrained by the chains both overhead and around her ankles. The horrid heat curled into her cunt like a hot tongue, searching for and finding her clit.
"Oh Christ, Christ, nooooo ..."
Eve's body was covered with a sweaty sheen, her muscles knotting and cramping. She opened and closed her mouth, silently working her lips together as her toes and fingers curled. The heat was at a stinging pinpoint intensity now, concentrating on her bloated clit. It was wild, incredible, but Eve could feel herself rolling toward an orgasm. She moved her thighs slightly, feeling the juice seeping out and evaporating under the glowing hot sun of that poker.
Just before he lay the poker on her thigh the woman felt that hard, hot tension reach the knife edge. In a second she came, her body quivering in a strange wonderful way. Crying out, Eve twisted her hips from side to side, feeling her clit swelling with heat. It pulsed with a raging tickle that jolted cries of lust from her throat.
The sensation of the cuffs cutting her wrists and ankles, the touch of the heat from that poker curling into her pussy-everything conspired to produce her climax. And then it swept over her-that core of white-hot joy, hotter than the poker glowing only an inch from her flesh.
"Uhhhh . . . aghhghghghhhhhh!"
Even as Eve screamed and begged for mercy she wondered what it would be like to be drilled with that thing. What would it be like to have that poker sliding into her cunt, burning her pussy.
"You love it, don't you?" John spat, his hand wavering. "You love it, slut!"
"Yes," she shouted back. "Yes, yes, you son-of-a-bitch!"
John smiled at her, his eyes glowing nearly as hotly as the tip of the poker.
"I got more of a confession from you than from your daughter. Age does that, I think makes us far more realistic."
The poker moved up to her face again, frightening Eve terribly. Would he scar her for life? When he moved it toward her eyes, a far more terrifying thought came to her. Would he blind her? She screamed, turning her face away and jerking down on the chains until she felt her shoulders aching from the strain.
"No, no! Oh God! No, no!"
John quickly moved the poker back to her cunt, burning the hairs. And then he finally touched her, bringing the pointy end up against her left thigh. Eve held her breath, feeling nothing but pressure at first. Then an odd sensation of ice-cold crept around her thighs and seconds later the full impact of the burning poker hit her like a freight train. Eve whirled from side to side, making the chains clatter as she let out a hellish cry.
"Eaghhghghghghghgh!"
The woman felt dizzy, the pain shooting up from her injured flesh and nearly knocking her unconscious. How that glowing iron burned her skin!
"No, no, eaghghghghhhhhhh!"
He kept that poker up against her flesh, burning her horribly and making Eve jerk like a mad puppet on the chains. When Eve appeared about to faint John pulled the instrument away, examining the red mark and declaring the burn was minor.
"I'll cover it with some ointment. It's not bad," he said, throwing the poker back in the bowl.
Eve sniffed, wishing she could touch and caress the injured spot of her body. But he had her trussed up, hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat. John went away and came back with the burn ointment, smearing it on her flesh gently, almost tenderly, while staring up at her.
"You know, you can take a lot more than most women, especially the ones from around here."
Eve was shocked. He had done this to more than one woman? Eve closed her eyes, picturing the very prim women sitting in the pews, hands folded, eyes fastened on the Reverend, drinking in his every word. How many of them had gone under the irons as she and her daughter had? The thought made her mind whirl.
"I think I'm going to have some more fun with you before moving on."
"What?"
The woman cried out again, pulling at the chains. To her overwhelming sense of relief John detached her ankle cuffs, letting her legs swing free. The feeling was tremendous. The pulling sensation was gone and Eve raised her legs carefully, slowly, bending them at the knees. How good it felt to make this small, insignificant move!
Then came the wrist cuffs-the right first, then the left. She fell backward right into John's arms and he held her, his fingers pawing her tits and pinching her nipples. The woman didn't care about his obscene gestures or the way his hands roamed freely around her ass and pinched her. The feeling of being free of those overhead chains at last was too beautiful for her to mar it with a complaint. She sighed, giving herself to the big man behind her.
"You're learning quickly, Eve, to appreciate "whatever freedom you have to the maximum. I hope your daughter learns as quickly."
"Don't do this . . . this to Diane any more. Please, she's too young."
John laughed quietly, smoothing his hands over Eve's tits, then moving down to her cuntal thicket. He rubbed her outer cuntlabes together, working his fingers over her still-tender clit.
"No, I can't. I never ..."
She never had-but didn't that make her even more foul? Wasn't she even more guilty of lust, having taken to this kind of sex so eagerly?
"Now, we'll go over there, by the cabinet. I've got something I want you to wear."
Eve shuddered as she eyed that cabinet warily.
Reluctantly she moved forward, quaking at the thought of what was about to happen. Her thigh still hurt from the burn of that poker. The injured area throbbed and Eve wondered if she would get an infection from the injury. Stopping three feet from the cabinet door, she waited as John bent down, hauling out something from the bottom shelf.
"Here. Something to wear for the night."
He held up a tangle of leather straps and bolts. At first the woman had no idea what it was. Then, upon closer inspection, Eve saw it was a kind of harness.
"What do you want me to do with that?" she asked breathlessly, her voice hoarse.
"Wear it, of course."
"But . . . but how?"
John shook the leather device several times, forcing the straps to untangle and drop free. He said no more, moving behind the woman and drawing two straps over her shoulders, the bands of leather joined right between her tits by an iron ring. Eve shuddered at the touch of the cold ring and the smooth leather pressing against her flesh. John drew another band across her upper chest. It was thicker than the two over her shoulders and it pressed into her tits. This he fastened with a buckle behind her, reaching around and straightening the vertical strap and untangling yet another cross strap.
John drew the second cross-piece around her thighs, pulling hard, bunching up her white flesh painfully under the leather. Eve winced but said nothing, finding herself oddly excited by the feel of the leather encompassing her body. She clenched her fingers as he buckled the second cross strap right atop her ass.
"Now, then, for the final strap. You'll probably like this one."
Two smaller straps dangled from the thigh crosspiece. These John drew between her thighs, making sure the strips cut well into her cunt.
Eve shivered, her knees knocking together as she did her best to remain impassive. But how could she remain cool when that leather was sawing into her pussy, pressing into the dark, rich red meat?
John played with those straps, rubbing them against her clit, drawing them taut, then letting them grow slack before tugging at them again. Finally the reverend, pulled them through, attaching them to the back of the second crosspiece strap. Snugging up the buckles, he then stepped back, laughing at Eve.
"You're a damned fine mare, Eve. I could ride you all night. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it? Your reverend riding you through the streets? I wonder what the congregation would say if they could see you now, trussed up like this?"
Eve burned with shame, her cheeks flushing at the insult.
"Now you'll do some pulling. That's what a horse is supposed to do, right? Even mares work the fields," John said.
With that he put one hand on her neck, forcing her down, down to the floor. Eve swallowed hard, bending her knees, bending down and feeling the leather pull all the more tightly against her body. She was careful to avoid touching the burned spot on her thigh. John still had his powerful hand on her neck, pushing her down. Carefully she got down on her hands and knees, her tits swinging out, the stiff-nippled ends nearly touching the floor. The reverend swung one leg over her shoulders, straddling her.
"No, oh no, this is so . . ."
"Degrading?" he interrupted, hugging her body with his knees.
He moved forward, purposely stepping on her fingers with his boots. Eve screamed, fearing he would crush her. John kept the soles of his boots pressed against her fingers for some time, watching as she tried jerking her hands from under.
"Now then," he said, moving his legs back and sitting on her spine. "It's time you got your ass in gear and took me around the basement. Come on."
He reached back and swatted her broad ass with the flat of his right hand.
"Let's go! Let's go! You're going to give me a ride."
Eve groaned under the heavy weight of the big man and the force of his slaps. She tried moving forward, but her arms bent at the elbows. John was simply too heavy for her but he wouldn't hear of her disobedience. He slapped her ass raw and finally Eve found the energy and strength to move forward, carrying the big stud across the room. She wobbled dangerously at one point, nearly tipping him off her back. But he hugged her body more tightly with his knees, urging her on with his legs.
"Come on, Eve, come on, move that ass. Come on, girl, come on and go like a good horse," he taunted, hitting her again and again until more tears rolled from her flushed cheeks.
"I'm not your horse!" she protested under her breath, her fingernails clattering against the basement floor.
But still she carried John around, past the chains that had held her prisoner, past the water heater, past several more devices of which she had no knowledge. When she stopped again for rest, John slapped her back, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling back. The sensation of her hair being yanked from her scalp brought Eve back to life. She yelped, her head snapping back, her eyelids fluttering while her nostrils flared with pain. She reared up, her hands flailing in front of her while her thighs quivered.
"Now, move! Move or I'll pull more of your damned hair out!"
Eve crawled quickly on her hands and knees, bumping her head blindly as she tried to satisfy the sadistic man riding on her back. He guided her this way and that, calling her names and pulling her hair, nudging her with his knees as if she indeed were his private mare.
Finally he guided her back toward the metal cabinet and Eve smiled, thinking perhaps this was the end of it. Maybe he would finally let her go! He hadn't fucked her but perhaps he didn't go for that sort of thing. Perhaps he only wanted to degrade and humiliate and hurt her. Maybe he had reached his limit and he would fling her clothes in her face and tell her to get out. The hopeful, happy thought made Eve's heart sing as she neared the cabinet.
"Good ride, Eve. Good ride."
He put down his legs, getting off the woman and stroking the back of her neck as if his touch were some kind of reward. But the touch, the stroke, was humiliating. Eve sighed, wishing she could rid herself of the restraining harness.
"In fact, it was so good I'm going to give you a reward!"
Slipping his fingers under the upper cross strap, he dragged her to her feet, slamming her spine against a concrete column. Eve's head spun and he was on her in an instant, both hands tugging her hair back, his tongue gouging her throat. It was a kiss, but a kiss from Satan himself. There was no love, no tenderness in it.
He was pinching her ass, cupping and squeezing so hard the touch brought whimpers from her. She drew her hands up, flattening her palms against his bare chest in an attempt to push him away. It was nearly impossible for her to breathe with that tonguing kiss but John was insistent, pawing her wildly, tonguing her and hurting her at the same time.
"Hot bitch! That's what you are, just like your damned daughter. Bet you could take on a whole football team and still have enough energy for more!"
"Stop it, stop ..."
She had had enough of his insults, his torment! Eve was about to say something sharp when she felt his hands moving down to those leather straps pressing against her cunt. He rubbed them back and forth, slipping them over the tiny nub of her clit and making that sex organ very hot.
Eve melted, the warm, musky heat curling into her pussy and making her cuntal walls wriggle up against one another. She rolled her hips shamelessly forward, sighing into John's mouth as two fingers slipped into her pussy. The fingers, the leather, everything conspired to excite her again.
"Good bitch, good. We're going to have ourselves a hot, good time. And just think, bitch, it's all because you're such a good mother and came here to find out what was troubling Diane."
Eve smiled secretly over that. It was really funny how things worked out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He left her alone after having worked her up so well. The leather straps hugged her body, pressing into her tits, cunt and ass. And now there was a new torment, something John had said would "keep her on ice" until he had finished taking care of business upstairs. Eve had seen it while crawling around on her hands and knees with John on her back. It looked like a stand-a lightstand.
The instrument hadn't even seemed threatening to her until the reverend had dragged it out, rolling it in front of her. Only then did the woman realize the enormity of what was about to happen. The "lightstand" was actually a large, four-foot pole mounted squarely on a twenty-four inch wooden disc. Sitting atop that pole was a long, thick dildo.
Eve didn't even have to guess what John was going to do. He took her under the arms, lifting her easily from the floor. She kicked back, struggling against him but nothing she did seemed to help. He raised her legs, rearing back while guiding her pussy over the tip of that thing. Eve rolled her widened eyes down, shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes. God in heaven, he was going to fuck her with awful dildo! She saw that fighting would only do her harm so, going limp, she decided to let him do what he pleased.
"That makes more sense," John said, pleased she had relented.
Eve closed her eyes in mute humiliation, tears oozing out from under her long blonde lashes. She could feel the tip of that thing gouging against her pussylabes. The leather straps spread back as he slipped her onto that thing. Almost immediately Eve could feel her cuntal walls stretching apart then closing together, hugging up tight against the invading thing.
"Ohhhh!"
"You've got a friend. What a reward, right, Eve? You're fucking something that'll never make you pregnant, that'll never go soft on you, that'll never ask you for anything. It's a good, stiff, hard cock fucking you. You should be all smiles!" John slapped her ass and made her cry out.
"Uh!"
Standing on tip-toe, she began to explore her situation. She could see that at that moment she couldn't get both her feet flat on the ground without hurting herself. Eve looked around, feeling horribly shamed by this thing. There was nothing nearby she could grasp and haul herself from the thing. Eve tried to get high on her toes so the dildo would slip away but she found quickly she couldn't get nearly high enough for that.
"Oh, that's nice, real nice. Bet you could fuck yourself for days on that thing and never get tired, right, Eve?"
"Damn you, damn you!" she hissed, peering at him from behind her hair.
"Enjoy yourself. I'm gonna piss and take care of some things for Sunday. I'm sure you'll figure out something to do while I'm away."
She'd watched him climb the stairs then tried wriggling off that thing. Impossible! He had made it too well. How he had degraded her, laughing all the time. And yet she had enjoyed it as she was enjoying this now. It had been so long since she had had something this big and hard in her. She knew it was wrong but how could she stop it? Again Eve began exploring what she could do and to her pleasant surprise she discovered her cunt had stretched enough to allow her to lower herself until her feet were flat against the floor.
"Ohhhhh!"
She sighed with relief, feeling the pressure ease from her toes immediately as the rounded tip nudged her womb! Oh God, the thought of having that thing so far inside her body made her stretched cuntlips tighten. They gripped that thing, milking it as if it were a real cock. Eve sighed again, raising her hands and cupping them around her tits. It was lovely, heavenly being fucked this way. Leaning forward, Eve found she could make her clit stay in contact with that thing. She brought herself off twice this way, the juices making that plastic prick slipperier with each passing second.
"Oh ... oh ... ohhhhhhhh!"
She nearly pitched forward but the stand held firm, keeping her in place as a third orgasm swept over her. She was fucking herself half-unconscious, doing exactly what John had said she would be doing!
"Fuck, fuck ..."
Eve bounced up and down, aware of the leather hugging her body and the straps tugging at her cuntlips. She concentrated on them now, picturing how they must look contracted against the dark red cuntmeat slick with her juices. She brought one hand down, flailing at her clit with her fingernails.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
She was bouncing more furiously now, her tits slapping together while her hair danced about her shoulders. Fucking. Fucking. That's what this was all about. Wonderful, hard fucking. There couldn't be anything better to do in the world!
"Fucking!"
Eve arched her toes as much as she could, pushing herself up on the pole slowly, then letting herself fall back down, the tip of the dildo banging up against her womb. Up and down, up and down, Eve bounced her body against that thing until she had yet another climax. Slumping forward, the woman swayed from left to right, feeling she would surely drop from exhaustion at any moment. It was so wickedly good, so wonderfully marvelous having that thing all the way up her pussy!
Footsteps! Eve straightened, shaking back her hair while rising on her toes. She had to compose herself. She knew she was a whore, but didn't want the Reverend to see just how much a one she was.
"So, you've been amusing yourself?" he asked, standing at the foot of the stairs.
"No! You've had your fun, now let me go," she said flatly, trying to keep her cunt from twitching around the fucking dildo.
"I haven't had my fun yet. That's coming up," John said, reaching down and scratching his balls. "You know, your daughter liked to get ass-fucked."
Eve clapped her hands over her ears, shaking her head.
"No, no, you're lying!"
John laughed, moving to her and pulling her hands from her head.
"You can't block out the truth. She was moving and bucking and carrying on, loving the feel of having my cock right up her asshole. Are you like that too, Eve? You want a piece of God up your shitter?"
"Stop it! What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?" she wailed, twisting against his pawing grip.
"No-just hot for a good piece of ass like Diane's-or yours."
"Then why are you keeping me up here?" Eve shot back, her face turning scarlet as she realized she was having another orgasm right in front of him.
John grinned at her, stepping back and watching as she gasped and twisted around on the dildo. She was fucking herself, rising and falling on her toes, stretching her calves as she drew that thing in and out of her cunt.
"Because you like it, Eve. I don't think you've had so much fun since your Teddy Bear."
John laughed again, slipping both arms around her waist and pulling the woman off the dildo. Eve panted, feeling something like regret as the dildo slipped from her pussy. She felt the walls shrinking itchily back together, rubbing against each other as the juice frothed out from her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Then it was gone. That horrid, delightful intrusion was gone! She felt so empty, suddenly. John held her there, her pussy poised over the dildo. It was as if he were going to drop her back onto the thing with a forceful shove. Then Eve felt her feet dragging along the floor. He was moving her away from that thing, his hands sliding up on her chest and touching her swinging tits. She felt her heels scraping over the cold concrete as he pulled her over to a small, three-legged stool, telling her to sit on it. Pushing her hands behind her back, John then secured her wrists together with a quarter inch piece of line. Even grunted.
"This is going to be a first, Eve. I haven't done this to a woman before. You're going to be an experiment," John said.
Eve licked her dry lips and looked around her, craning her neck up to see a long piece of thick rope hanging from the overhead. The end of the rope had been looped and knotted into a noose!
"Now we're going to slip this over you . . . yes, like that," he said, lifting her hair and sliding the rough hemp around her neck.
Eve swallowed, her heart beating crazily as she adjusted her ass on the stool.
"No, you're to sit on the end. Like that."
Her cunt was beyond the rounded edge of the stool. What on earth was he planning to do? She wriggled on the stool uncomfortably, staring up at Jack and swallowing hard when he tightened the rope around her throat. Spreading her thighs with both hands, he slid his palms up and down over her pussy until the lips were wet once again with juice.
Why, oh why couldn't she control herself? Eve wondered. What was there in her that responded so hurriedly to this animal's touch? He could do anything to her and she grew hot in front of him, wetting herself until pussyjuice dripped down her thighs. She watched silently, holding her breath as he reached around and pulled a small knife from his pocket.
"No!"
John pressed a button and a large six-inch blade swung open with a click. Again Eve inched back, finding the noose was tight enough to choke her if she tried moving in any direction. With a groan she resumed her sitting position, watching as he brought the knife up to her.
"It's sharp, Eve. You wouldn't want to do anything foolish now and risk me cutting you, would you?"
"No!" she gasped again, shuddering as he pressed the flat of the blade against her right inner thigh.
He was rocking it back and forth, pressing the black plastic handle against her flesh.
"Oh God, God in heaven, help me," Eve whispered, her pulse racing as he began moving the knife down, down past her knees.
"That should be my prayer," the reverend said, laughing softly as he watched her flesh quivering under the sharp, cold touch of the knife.
"Don't . . . don't hurt me again," Eve moaned.
She curled her toes, feeling him moving the knife around in a broad circle, tracing the various curves of her body with the blade, then bringing it up along her tummy until soon the steel was up against her right tit. When John began pricking the blood-rich nipple with the blade, Eve gasped again, flinching backward, not caring if the rope did cut off her air. She had to do something, something to keep him from killing her.
"You don't like that, eh Eve? You don't enjoy having your tits played with?"
With that he brought the knife down, swiftly slicing a thin line across her left forearm. Eve cried out, trying to inch away from the sharp pain. Her feet shuffled out in front of her and she nearly crashed off the stool.
"Please . . . put your knife away."
John licked his lips, watching as Eve stared at the small injury on her arm.
"Sit still," he ordered, pointing the knife at her for emphasis.
Eve shook with complete terror. She didn't dare look at John now. There was something hellish in his eyes, something that terrified her to her very soul. He moved the blade between her legs, sliding it past her cunt and touching her ass. John ordered her to slide even more forward until only the outer curves of her asscheeks rested uncomfortably on the stool. Eve wanted to cry out and shake with sobs but she knew that the slightest movement would put the knife's blade through her flesh or send her tumbling off the stool.
"Uh!"
Eve felt her cunt sucking in air, opening in uncontrollable spasms as the knife began tracing the outer line of her cuntlips. She loved the contrast in temperature-the cold blade against her hot pussy. More juice oozed from her soft cuntal lining, wetting down the hairs and slicking down the moving knife. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of terrible concentration.
"Ohhhhh!"
Eve felt her body relax. The knife withdrew and she slackened her muscles, feeling more trickles of juice rushing out of her pussy. Eve stiffened, her chest thrust out, her tits jiggling from the violent motion while her ass slid another fraction of an inch from the stool. Eve wriggled back a little, sighing with relief that she hadn't fallen from the stool and choked herself with the rope.
"Uh ... uh ... uhhhhhh!"
The reverend pressed the flat of the blade against her cunt, making certain the sharp point was up next to her clit. Eve felt her pussy clamp shut from that touch, the outer labes cutting themselves on the knife's edges. John rocked the knife forward, pressing the tip harder against her clit and Eve gasped. That pressure on her erect clit created a shock as sharp and penetrating as the knifetip itself. She straightened her back a little more, spreading her thighs open to the big man. She was offering herself to him, spreading herself open to the minister. What kind of whore was she turning out to be?
"Yeah, slut, yeah! That's it! You want this real bad, real bad."
The repeating touch of the blade sent streamers of incredible delight through the terrified woman. She slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips.
"No, oh no, stop this! This is ... uhhhh . . . this is insane!"
Her words were no more than whispers. Eve was afraid to say anything out loud, afraid one wrong move, one wrong word, might cost her her life! That knife was so dangerously close to her womb and the way it sent those delicious Shockwaves through her body made her bounce and wiggle on the stool. Still, the woman knew she had to be careful or she would hang herself.
"Move, Eve. You want to move, come on then and move around!"
For emphasis John reached around and began tugging at the rope overhead.
"No, don't do that!"
The noose loosened, then choked her throat twice before the jiggling stopped. Eve found a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her crotch like melting butter the moment she thought the rope was about to hang her. She looked up and saw the reverend had read her mind on that. He was giving her that horrible, sick smile, a smile that promised more horror to follow. Her pulse raced as she opened her eyes and watched while John stroked the long, thick cock that bulged against his trousers.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The tip of the knife pierced her clit folds. The hot, searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrills of the cold iron against her clit.
"That's right, Eve. That's right. You want to get fucked. But you'll have to pay for it first before I stick my cock in you."
Eve's slit cuntlips were on fire. The constant rush of her juices across and into the tiny cuts was like gasoline being rubbed into a wound. Her head throbbed from all the excitement as she wondered when this deranged man was going to cut her.
"You like it, Eve?"
He didn't have to ask. He could see how her cuntal juices were flowing from her pussy, slicking down her ass and thighs. Her body was on fire. One part of her mind hated herself for what she was doing, wondering how a decent woman like her could fall into this kind of filthy trap.
But when the reverend dragged the tip of the knife back, cutting a stinging groove down to the edge of her cuntmouth, Eve knew that her darker side was going to win.
"Oh, please . . . please stop!"
She let her head fall back, opening her mouth and moaning. The knife was gone from her pussy but now he moved it around her asshole, pricking the soft vulnerable flesh with the blade. A spasm in her asshole made her pussy unclench and the air in her overheated cunthole blew out. Eve shot John a quick glance to see if he had noticed it. But the big man was concentrating on her asshole completely, oblivious to her noisy cunt.
"Don't worry, Eve. This isn't all I'm going to do. This is just another prelude," John promised, poking his knife at the rim of her asshole.
The woman was certain he was telling the truth.
CHAPTER NINE
"So, you're having fun with this little mother, are you?"
He held his knife in front of her, pressing the flat of the blade against her nose. She could smell the juices from her cunt well now, inhaling sharply and holding her breath as she stared at the dangerous dagger.
"No, no, that's not true!"
"Damn! You and your daughter lie all the time about fucking," John muttered, pressing the knife harder against her nose.
Eve let out a shivering sigh, wondering if he was going to try cutting her face for emphasis.
"You won't admit it to your own reverend that you're hot for me and my toys."
"You're forcing us," Eve gasped as he slipped the knife up against her cheek, the pointed end only two inches from her right eye.
"Forcing?" John laughed, his laughter nearly making him lose control of the knife. "You and Diane were more than eager to go through with this. You both love being roped and worked over. The more I throw at you, the more you want. Like mother, like daughter."
He was back to her asshole once more, making pin-pricking stabs with the knife and forcing the rubbery skin of her shitter inward. For one second she let herself imagine the probing of his cock in her asshole and she remembered him saying something about fucking her daughter in the ass. Was he thinking about doing the same thing to her?
He moved the tip of the knife back into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips. Eve tried to remain stoic, still ever-mindful of the rope tied tightly around her throat. But that was becoming increasingly difficult. Her cunt was a fire pit, its center a bubbling fountain of juices. Diane, what was Diane doing now? What was her daughter thinking at this moment while her mother rutted like a pig whore in front of this horrible man?
"That's it, Eve. That's the way a good whore does it. That's the way you and your daughter react."
The cuts were like small fires in the flesh of her most tender cuntal zones. The entire spot blazed with incredible stinging fury. Eve's nervous, aroused sweat oozed from the pores, trickling into the bleeding cuts and making them burn and itch. She felt the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs and the sides of her tits, exciting her even more. How the insides of her nostrils burned from the air she sucked in.
"Bitch! Damn it! And to think you were the one sitting there so damned pious in the pews!"
"You were the one preaching," she shot back, feeling the last shred of her pride being ripped down by this animal.
"Too bad you're not in a position to do something about it."
John raised his eyebrows, staring with those mocking eyes of his. He moved the knife away from her pussy, swinging it up suddenly toward her face. For a moment, Eve thought he was going to slice her face once more, but then she saw the knife disappear. In a second she could feel the rope above her moving. He was cutting the cord, sliding the blade back and forth.
"Now, we get down to business."
He stood up for a moment, unhitching his trousers, then sliding them down to his ankles. Immediately his cock sprang out-long and thick, the dark-blue veins pulsing against the pink cockskin. The cockhead was purple, dark and shiny from all the tension. To Eve, it looked as if that monster were about to explode at any second. She knew he was going to fuck her with that thing and that thought brought a low moan from her lips.
"Oh ... ohhhhh!"
He gripped her thighs with both hands, his rough fingertips bruising her flesh. She could feel the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her cunt. The more he moved her, the more the rope tightened around her throat. What was going on? She thought he had cut that line.
"I'm going to fuck you, Eve. And then while I'm fucking you, I'm going to kick that stool away," John said, pressing the fat, meaty prickhead up against her cunt.
She groaned, throwing back her head. The rope had been cut nearly three-quarters through!
"If you're smart, you'll bounce around on my cock as much as you can. Maybe the movement'll make the rope break."
The woman shuddered, feeling a salty drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock set the wound in her clit on fire. It burned like acid and she rolled her hips forward, feeling her ass resting hard on the edge of the three-legged stool. At that second the reverend's cockhead lodged in her cunt hole.
"Ehhhhh!"
It felt as if his shove would tear the knife-pricked skin of her cunt away and jam it all into her. Eve gasped, staring up at the rope still twisting above her. She felt his fingers tightening around her thighs and she tried bouncing as he suggested. The rope seemed to come apart a little more and hope rose in her heart as she bore down.
That long, thick cock slipped into her now like a fat greased finger. Once his cock was halfway in her John let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits. She felt his feet brace up against two of the three legs of the stool.
"No, not yet, no ..."
She began twisting around, fucking herself more onto the reverend's cock while bouncing up and down against the stool. She could hear her ass slapping wetly against the wood. Terror mounted in her as the noose tightened more and more around her throat.
"Please, don't kick out the stool! Oh please, please, the fucking's so good, sooooooo good. Don't end it like this!" she pleaded.
"Like I said, you and your daughter just fuckin' lie about fucking around-until somebody sticks a cock up your cunt."
Eve loathed the man whose prick slid deeper into her cunt by the second. But still she couldn't ignore the delight of having that cock chugging through her. She bounced up and down even harder. The whole length of his cock was in her pussyhole now, stretching her, nudging all the slick, sensitive parts in her. Her feet flattened against the floor and the rope parted a little more.
"Now!"
Eve sobbed in terror, looking up at the rope once more. Suddenly she felt the stool fly out from under her and she fell down, her fall stopped short by John's cock and the rope above her.
"Awwwwwkkkkkk!"
She fought frantically with the man, hanging there from the rope, her eyes bulging out while her tongue began to swell and wriggle from her mouth. She made choking, gagging sounds while John's cock kept stabbing in and out of her, fucking her long and deep.
"Unhhfhhfhfhhfffff!"
Eve saw the room darkening and felt sure she was going to die. She would surely choke to death while getting fucked. The last thought she had was of her clit exploding, a violent orgasm rushing through her body while the rope chafed against her windpipe and threatened to snap her neck.
"Uh!"
Then it happened. At first Eve thought it was her spine or neck and prepared to die. Then she found herself tumbling completely onto the reverend, her fall knocking him over onto the floor.
"Yeah, yeah, just like I planned," he groaned, smoothing his filthy hands over her. It took some time for Eve to realize she was still alive and being fucked by this crazy animal even after the rope had snapped and now lay uselessly over her belly. His bruising fingers were on her nipples now, tearing at them, twisting and pinching them and making Eve cry out with horror and despair. He had nearly killed her and her mind was reeling with that fact.
John kept fucking her, stabbing his cock into her and bringing her clit up to arousal once more. How his fingernails clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. Eve grunted and sobbed with the pain and humiliation, the terror of nearly having been murdered somehow setting her clit on a higher pitch of excitement.
"Damn you! Damn you!"
Eve cursed and slavered, her head rolling back. The throbbing ache in her nipples matched the throbbing in her clit. He had her in a doggie fuck position now, biting on the nape of her neck, slapping his hairy belly against the upper curves of her asshole while both hands were looped around her belly and milking her tits. At times he grabbed the noose, pulling back as if it were a bridle and choking her.
"Uhhhhh, nooooooo!"
Eve tried to hold off. She felt those near painful tremors begin again at the mouth of her cunt while John fucked her like a brute animal. Her juice sprayed out each time his cock shot in with a piledriving thrust. It was mindless! It was awful! It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. How she loved the excitement, the cock, the hands and the man who rode her with those vicious fuck-thrusts. Each one threatened to knock her to the floor. But John held onto the rope, pulling her back, riding into her.
"Uhhhhhh . . . fuckin' Jesus, I'm gonna blow my load in you, baby."
With that John shot his cock in with a savage jab. She went blind with lust as she felt a lava-like blast of cum firehose into her cunt. She could feel it, actually feel the long, white rope-like wads of cum splatter in, burning into her cuntal walls crashed down onto that firing cock, holding it while her clit sizzled and popped with fury.
"Eaghghghghhhhh!"
Eve heard herself screaming with delight as John's teeth nearly broke the skin of her nape. Surely, this was the hardest, best fuck she had ever had. And, as he had said, she had paid for that feeling dearly.
CHAPTER TEN
Reverend Dennis had left. Eve at first through he would let her go. He had done so much to her-what more could he do? But the reverend made certain she would remain captive by placing a long board at the tops of her ankles and making her bend at the waist with her hands atop the board directly over her feet. Using several pieces of quarter-inch line, he had roped her ankles and wrists to the board, forcing her thighs wide apart.
"I could fuck you now. You're still warm and wet down there, just like a woman should be," he muttered.
It was a degrading position, one that made her feel more like a slut than anything else he had done to her.
"And to make sure you don't start squealing your head off ..."
A large rubber ball slipped into her mouth, forced back to her molars, then fastened tightly at the back of her head. Eve had to crane her neck up several times a minute to swallow the spit that gathered up behind the gag.
In that awkward position Eve waited as John disappeared up the stairs. She heard his car start then drive off. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. What was he going to do, leave her there all day? Possibly all night? Her arms and legs began hurting her. She could, of course, sit down but Eve knew she could never get back up with the ropes holding her wrists and ankles that far apart. Minutes passed. Perhaps one hour went by and still no John Dennis. Eve was about to try sitting down when she heard the car rumble back into the drive. She shuddered.
"Inside!" he barked.
Eve could hear two distinct sets of footsteps above her. He had someone with him!
"What've you done with my mother!"
Eve froze with horror. Diane! Here! She was going to see her own mother roped in this hideous position! Eve grunted frantically, tugging at the ropes, trying to push the ball from her mouth with the tip of her tongue. Tears welled in her eyes as she heard the basement door open.
"Down here. Just where you were."
"No, nooooo!"
There was a tumbling, crashing sound, the sound of something very heavy rolling down the stairs. Eve waddled around, turning about just in time to see her daughter fall down the steps. Diane's arms and legs flailed out helplessly, striking the wooden handrail while her dress flew high above her head, exposing her panties. It was a windmill of human parts as Diane tumbled down, finally ending in a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs. Coming down slowly was the reverend still sneering at the two women.
"Like mother, like daughter," he said again, clucking his tongue.
He stopped at the last step, raising one foot and bringing the sole down against Diane's neck. The girl groaned, pushing out both hands and trying to slide from him.
"Bitch!"
He kicked her away, turning briefly in Eve's direction to see her reaction.
"Mffffff!"
Eve thought of that knife and wished she had it in her hands now! Surely she would have plunged it into his belly for having kicked and thrown her daughter down the stairs!
"Now, I've got me a mother/daughter act. Two hot cunts ready for fucking."
"Mother. He knew where we lived. He said if I didn't come, he'd hurt you. Oh God," Diane said, bringing her fingers to her lips, staring wide-eyed at her roped and bent-over mother.
"I whipped her butt the same way I whipped yours, Diane. She likes it hard and fast, just the way you do. I can see we're all going to get along fine."
He reached down, scooping Diane easily off the floor. The girl struggled feebly, moaning as he dragged her to the center of the room. She saw the pillory where she had had the enema and the dildo earlier. Diane twisted about and pushed back with her heels.
"No, no, not again. Please, not again!"
John stripped her clothes, his fingers clawing and clutching at her twisting body. Eve watched helplessly, swallowing the choking spit as the blouse, skirt, panties and finally bra were torn from her daughter's body. There she lay, naked, whip stripes on her. Eve saw the bruises on her daughter and understood why Diane was careful about closing the door lately while showering.
"Gimme your hands."
He took Diane by the wrists, opening the top of the pillory and thrusting them through the two holes. She sat there with her back flat against the wooden instrument, her ass pillowing out against the floor while her arms were stretched up and over her head, the wrists secure in the pillory.
"Now we're gonna see a real mother/ daughter act here."
John moved to Eve, taking the gag from her mouth, then bending over and unfastening the ropes. Eve clawed out at him, a mindless fury of rage blinding her to everything except wanting to kill that man. John, at first taken by surprise, jerked his right hand back and brought a fist hard into her chin.
Though worked up by the horror of her daughter's fall, still Eve was no match for the man's brute strength. Her head snapped back, a wild throbbing ache pulsing through her head as she crumpled to the floor. Half conscious, she felt the reverend dragging her by the wrists, hauling her over to her daughter.
"Roll your fuckin' hips up. Your mother's gonna come over here."
Diane did as she was told, watching as John dragged Eve to one side, then kicked her body until the woman was directly under her daughter's ass. Thrusting her arms through the bottom holes, John secured Eve's wrists together with one of the pieces of line that had held her captive to the board earlier. There they were, Eve on the bottom, Diane on top, both women with their arms pushed through the holes in the pillory.
Eve slowly regained full consciousness, aware of the soft warm weight pillowed against her hot cunt. In horror she realized the heat in her pussy was being generated by her own daughter's ass!
"John, please, no more of this!"
"You know," he began, ignoring her plea, "all this fucking around's made me horny. But one thing I haven't done since you came here, Eve is take a good hot piss. There's nothing like a good piss-except maybe a good solid shit."
Eve saw John holding his cock loosely between his thumb and forefinger. It wasn't hard and she knew then he was going to piss on them. Eve found herself scooting protectively under her daughter's ass, not unaware of the pleasant warm pressure of Diane's ass against her flattened-back cuntlips.
"No, please, don't."
Diane's voice was small and tiny, the last words breaking off as John bent his knees slightly. She was aware of her mother's moves under her. But the girl thought it was Eve's natural nervousness that made her rub her pussy over her ass that way. She felt one drop, then another, then a third. It was starting and Diane shuddered as the drops splattered on her belly. John grinned down at her, drinking in her full horror of being spread open like this, vulnerable to his cock and piss.
"Uhhhhh!"
The stream began-warm and steady, spattering against her belly. Diane cringed, closing her eyes and feeling her teeth chattering against one another. Eve was rolling her thighs under her, bouncing her body up and forcing Diane's out from the pillory. That move chafed her wrists against the wood painfully.
John was bringing the stream down to her cunt, pissing into her cunthole as if it were a urinal. Diane tried clenching her thighs together, folding one leg over the other, but her mother lying under her made this impossible. John was pissing on her clit now, the stinging hot spray bringing about an itching, responding feeling sparking from her sex center. Diane gasped, arching her back while drawing against the pillory once more. Her mother was gasping, undulating, pressing her knees up against the backs of her legs.
"Uhhh . . . uhhhhh!"
The smell of the piss was spreading, making Diane wrinkle her nose. That awful heat cascaded, spattering the awful oil all over her. Diane wanted to move away, to roll from the man and let her mother take some of the heat, but the pillory prevented it.
"Your old lady's going wild under you. I think she's cumming."
Diane barely heard John. She could only think of the stream of hot piss on her throat now, some of the droplets ricocheting into her eyes.
It was when her mother's bucking became the hardest that John put his boot toe up against her cuntal mound, forcing her to cum. Just as he went dry, shaking off the last drops onto her face, Diane came. She whipped her hips around, leaning back on her groaning mother and throwing her head back while her hair danced along her shoulders. It was an awful cum, an orgasm based on this filth. And there was her mother, rubbing her soft tummy and tits and cunt up against her ass and back!
"Well, you both came a long way for my special Sunday School class. Maybe we can have Bible study some day again-perhaps tomorrow or the next day-whenever you wish."
"Never!" Eve shot back as John released the woman from the pillory.
He laughed at her protest, kicking her daughter's clothes in her face.
"You'll be back-both of you. I know what you're about now and you won't ever be able to keep away from this place," he said, his voice crackling with sadistic humor as he made a sweeping gesture around the room.
Eve couldn't look at him. She could barely look at her daughter. She had cum against her daughter's bouncing ass, delighting in Diane's squeals of disgust as the piss slithered into her cunt. As Diane pulled her clothes slowly back onto her whip-scarred body, Eve knew the two of them would return to this place. John had shown them a side of pleasure they could no longer ignore.
She smiled, getting to her feet shakily. After her husband died she had tried finding solace in the church. But she never, ever would have believed she would have found this kind of comfort here.
"I'll see you soon," John said, flashing a toothy sardonic smile at them before turning and climbing the stairs.
There was little doubt, Eve thought, that that prophesy would be unfulfilled.
