Chapter 7
Cotton Salter buzzed his secretary on the intercom and told her that he would not be taking any more calls for a few hours. The secretary was due to go home in an hour so it wouldn't be any problem. And hell, the whole time he'd been in Martinsville, nobody had ever called him out for an emergency. He doubted that they would start with that shit now.
Cotton looked around carefully before opening the back door of the church. Nobody was around, at least nobody that he could see. Of course, if some casual observer saw him going down there, they probably wouldn't think anything of it. But somehow the wrong person might find out, and then if they saw him going there a second time someone might put two and two together, and besides, there were so few places in town that the girl could have gone. But it wasn't likely that anyone would think of the church.
He let himself in quickly and made sure that the door was locked behind him. From the dark passage he could see that there was a light burning in the inner room. Beneath the door there was a faint glow. He wasn't really surprised. He had left a whole shitload of candles in the room and one had been burning when he had left her the night before. If the kid was smart, and she probably was, she'd just keep one candle going for light and then when it was almost down, she could light another. He couldn't remember having left her any matches. But it was all right if she kept some light going in the room. It would give her a little heat too. It would make her prison a little more cheerful and so maybe she'd be in a better mood when he came in and fucked her.
"Jane. . ." the minister said, his voice very thick. "Let me get a drink," he said. He went to the case of beer and pulled out two cans. He opened them both and drank them, one right after the other. He tossed the empty cans aside and pulled out two more. Again he opened them both but he set one can down on the cabinet by the silver cross and contented himself to drink the remaining can more slowly this time. "Jane, I want to teach you something new today."
She looked at him with a suspicious eyes. Thus far in their relationship he had taught her nothing but evil. She suspected that today's lesson would bring no good for her. She hoped that he wouldn't hurt her. It had been nicer in the room now that she wasn't chained to the wall and even had a mattress to lie on and some clothes to wear. She hoped that he wouldn't do anything to spoil her few comforts. "What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
"Have-you ever watched dogs fuck?" the minister asked her. Jane cringed as though he had slapped her face.
In fact, she had watched dogs do that, only she wouldn't have used the same word for it. Although she had never made a point of watching them when they were doing it, it had always seemed like a perfectly normal thing for dogs to do. Dogs had such a good sense of companionship with each other, and after all, dogs didn't get married like people. But she had never watched the mechanics of it. It had never been of interest to her. But now, with her experience of the day before to guide her, she understood just what it was that happened when a dog mounted a bitch. But for people to act like that . . . why, it seemed crude and shameful. After all, she wasn't a dog. Didn't he know that?
"Do you want to take your clothes off?" he offered. "I'm going to take mine off." He looked at her and knew that she didn't want to do this. But then he would just rip off her clothes and fuck her cunt anyway. It was up to her how she wanted it. "Well?" he asked her. "Are you going to undress or do you want me to undress you? It's up to you, but if you leave it to me . . . well, you'll never be able to wear those clothes again." He pointed to her dress. "Of course, maybe you don't mind running around bare-assed."
Jane remembered how little resistance she had been able to offer him when he had raped her the night before. She had not been able to stop him. She had been forced to lie with her legs parted and let him push his hard penis into her unwilling body. It would be the same thing today. She would not b6 able to fight him. She would only succeed in getting her dress ripped and her body bruised.
He was right about that. With a deep flush of embarrassment, Jane realized that she was going to submit. "I'll take my clothes off," she whispered, so softly that he could barely hear.
But Cotton knew what she was saying. He knew he had triumphed over her. Yesterday he had used force. Today he was doing it with words alone. He was training her, getting her to learn the ways. "Go ahead and undress," he told her. "I'm going to undress too."
Cotton didn't turn away from the girl the whole time that he was taking off his clothes. He didn't want to miss any of her gorgeous humiliation. Her cheeks had already reddened. As she reached behind her back for the zipper of the dress, she modestly lowered her eyes to the floor. She slid the zipper down and tugged at the skirts of the dress to pull them up her thighs. She felt his eyes on her as the crotch of her panties became visible, the crotch that didn't exist. She tried to pretend she was alone as she pulled the dress over her head. She stood for a moment in her bra and panties, then walked over to the cabinet and set the dress in front of the silver cross. She reached behind her back again and found the hooks of her bra. She unfastened them and slipped out of it. She set the bra on top of her dress and bent over to step out of her panties. She stepped back from the cabinet dressed only in her high leather boots. She decided to leave them on. He wouldn't hurt them and the floor was cold.
She tried to stand with one hand covering her pussy and an arm across her bosom but she realized that this only drew his full attention to these parts of her body. She dropped her hands in resignation. He was free to see what he wanted. She could not prevent him. He had won the right. She waited for him to finish taking off his clothes. She tried not to look at his prick. It would soon be inside her-whether she liked it or not.
"Get down on your hands and knees," Cotton ordered. Remembering what he had said about doing it like a dog, Jane sank down on the mattress and tried to assume the correct position.. Perhaps the only reason she had felt such a thrill the day before was because she had made up her mind to struggle. Perhaps if she simply submitted he would not be able to harm her. Perhaps he would only enter her body without being able to arouse her lust, the way he had been able to do before. She remembered how brave the Christian martyrs had been when they had faced the lions. They had kept their thoughts on God. Perhaps she could do the same. Then she wouldn't feel it.
Jane waited patiently, trying not to think of what was about to happen. She felt him spreading her legs a little wider apart. Then he was kneeling between them. Something hard and long brushed against her thigh and she knew it was his penis. Quickly she tried to think of something else. But his cock popped between her legs and rose up against her naked belly. Looking up under her body she could see the blunt head. She tried to tell herself that Jesus loved her, that she would be protected. Cotton reached around her and cupped her bare tits.
"Nice little jugs you've got," he said, admiringly. "Feel good when I do that?" Although she was trying to keep her thoughts pure, Jane couldn't help feel the tingling sensation when he squeezed her nipples. She knew that they were quickly getting hard, the way that they always did when they were stimulated. She tried not to think about it and concentrate on the love of God. "How's your cunt today?" the minister asked. "Not too sore, I hope," he asked in mock sympathy. "Maybe we can bore it out a little," he suggested. "I've got just the thing to do it."
Jane could feel him groping between her legs. She knew that he was getting his cock in position. She felt the shaft of his prick rubbing through her furry snatch and into the groove between the cuntlips. She was trying to control her thoughts but when his cock slid over her clitoris something snapped in her head. She felt a hot stabbing jolt of electricity shoot through her body, charging her and making her tremble. He pulled back his cock and slid it through her cunt lips again. He was aware of what it was doing to her. He did it a third time and she couldn't help herself. She cried out in anguish.
"Ohh! Please don't do' that to me!" she asked. But it wasn't what she meant at all. Both of them knew that, even though she was trying hard to pretend. His prick was awakening a horny lust from deep inside her soul. Each time his dick touched her little cuntbutton flames tore against her inner thighs. Her cunt ached and struggled to release its creamy response. She could feel it filling with the clear liquid which would guide his way. "Ohh . . . Reverend Salter. . . I can't think straight when you do that!" she pleaded.
But Cotton Salter hardly cared whether she could think straight or not. All he was interested in was getting her cunt wet enough so he could slip his dick in without making it sore. He slid the shaft through the groove a few more times until he could feel her wetness sopping the shaft. Then he drew back. He cocked his hips and pointed the head. He poked it up against the passage he had violated the day before. He felt the cream oozing out and wetting the head of his prick. She was really getting into it, no matter what she tried to tell herself. He jabbed at her with his cock. Her twat opened up. He was slipping it to her. He was slipping in deep.
Jane Hartley moaned again as he bored down her twat. Her body seemed to be so sensitive. She couldn't shut out the stimulation. There was nothing she could do to shut off the generous flow of cream that flowed in her snatch. Her body was giving him an open invitation and all she could think about was what was happening between her legs.
Cotton fucked her leisurely. He was in no hurry. In fact, all he was interested in was making sure that she was willing, that her cunt was ripe, and that his dick would slide nicely. He would work her like this for a while, until her secretions came down in thick creamy globs. Then he would show her another trick. He knew she would hate it.
Jane groaned when the minister's prick slipped loose from her twat. Although she knew that she should be grateful that it happened-and she quickly thanked God for the moment of deliverance-she knew that she actually missed the hot friction of his prick. She could actually feel herself working up to an orgasm and she desperately struggled to find some way to continue where he had left off. She squeezed her legs together and tried to drive the lips of her twat tight against her clit. It didn't work. She thought for a moment of reaching up with her hand and actually playing with herself, but the minister was shifting position. He was about to do something else. She paused to see what was going to happen.
The minister's prick poked against the crack in her ass and Jane wanted to tell him that he should calm down. He squirmed again and the full length of the shaft slapped against her fanny. It was a funny sort of feeling, to have his prick back there. But now he was taking it in his hand, guiding it again. Jane stiffened her thighs in anticipation. The minister jabbed. But his prick missed her deep, wet cunt. His prick missed the creamy wet twat that was so eager to take him. Instead the blunt head of his cock banged against her asshole. "Oh! You're in the wrong place!" Jane cried in alarm, although she was surprised to hear her own words. The minister was not listening.
His cock banged against her again and this time she realized that what was happening was no mistake. He was trying to bore into her backside, into the tight brown aperture from whence she shat. Jane Hartley squirmed and struggled and even reached between her legs to try to grab his cock. But he held it firmly in his hand. He held the head firmly on her asshole. He was pushing against her, pushing with a terribly urgent pressure. She could feel the slick wetness of his cockhead, the wetness of her cunt. He pushed at her again and Jane could feel a sharp pain as her bottom started to open up.
"Oh, God!" Jane cried as she tensed every muscle in her body. She was struggling to keep him out of that immodest hole. "Ohh!" Jane cried again as she felt him pushing harder. Her body was slowly opening, slowly receiving his fat shaft. Although nature had never intended such a combination, Reverend Salter was shoving his dick up her ass!
If it hadn't been for the pain in her backside, Jane would not have believed that such a thing was possible. But she could feel him going into her, just like a big shit. Her tight anus was spreading apart, her rectum was filled with throbbing meat. She braced her body against the mattress. It was all she could do to keep from falling forward on her face. She was scared to move with the minister inside her. She was terrified that he would rupture her body. He was boring in so hard and deep and hammering away at her ass in little jerks.
His bone disappeared inside her. It was an amazing sight. Jane couldn't help looking between her legs to see what had happened. All she could see was the minister's balls. His prick was buried in her asshole. It was all the way up inside. She squeezed her anus tight and felt a little sensation as the tender' opening signaled its intense pleasure. She remembered how it sometimes felt when she was on the toilet. Of course, that was a private matter, something she would never discuss with anyone. But at times it did give her a nice feeling when she ejected her daily waste. It was feeling like that now, only a dozen times more intense. She had never realized just how sensitive that part of her body could be. Nor how aroused it could make her when stimulated.
The minister rested deep inside her. Jane did not try to move. She waited to see what he was going to do. And the feeling was so exciting! She was ashamed to show what it was doing to her. It was such a disgusting thing. And yet it was so delightful. She just couldn't understand.
The minister did not seek understanding. Cotton Salter was satisfied to let his prick be his guide. Jerking his cock in her ass felt good. So he went ahead and did it. He took short strokes so he wouldn't rip her up too badly. He fucked her gently, letting her get the hang of it. He was surprised to see her reaction. Lots of girls cried out in pain when he did this to them. But this one was different. At first Cotton couldn't believe it himself. But he carefully observed the signs. He couldn't deny what he saw. The girl actually liked it! She liked it up the ass! Just the thought of it almost made him come. His prick burned with lust. His hips swung into motion and he began to pump.
His alcoholic belly banged on her lean back as his groin bumped against her butt.
He jabbed in and out of her asshole, feeling the tightness of her taut opening all the time. That made it better. It was nice when it was tight. But he couldn't take much of this backside fucking, not when she was so tight and dry, not when her ass was grabbing him and struggling to squeeze the come from his prick. She probably didn't even realize that she was doing everything just right. Her body was making it good for him, just the way he had wanted. And now . . . with only a few more humps. .. He knew it would happen. He stopped trying to hold it back and just let it happen.
"Ahhh!" Jane Hartley cried in an unrestrained shout as come gushed into her bowels. How many feet of intestines were there between her asshole and her stomach? She felt that it would go all the way. She could feel the warm spurt charging through her body. Her cunt twitched and ached as if to demand something of its own. She balanced her weight on her forehead and reached between her legs. Quickly she found her clit and rubbed it. She didn't care what he thought anymore. She had simply stopped caring. But that itch between her legs just had to be satisfied. She rubbed and shook and jabbed at the button. She felt herself coming as his cock spurted again. She could feel his come leaking out of her asshole as her body finally exploded. She closed her eyes tight and felt the orgasm sweep over her. Her head pressed against the mattress. Her finger froze to her clit. The minister's dick was slipping out of her, but it didn't matter any more. She was going off in all directions. She was coming hard. "Oh, God!" she moaned. And then it was all over.
Cotton was still resting on his knees when he looked at the girl and saw that she was staring at his prick. He looked down himself and saw what had caught her eye. "Well?" he demanded. "Never seen your own shit before?" His dick was streaked with the walnut-colored fudge. His question embarrassed her. Maybe next time he would give her an enema first. But that would embarrass her even more. "If you' don't like it, why don't you clean it up for me?" he suggested. Their eyes met. He knew she wanted to say something but it was all too shocking for her. "Use what's left of that slip," he told her, pointing to the slip she had been wearing on the day he imprisoned her.
She was too defeated to argue or question why. She arose and went to get it. Reverend Salter waited patiently for her as she returned and knelt before him. Carefully, trying not to get any on her hands, she wiped him off. She was very thorough. She kept shifting the slip in her hand, finding clean spots on it, and making sure that she got every trace of brown off his prick. "Wipe your ass when you're finished," Cotton told her.