Chapter 10
Anne lay huddled in a ball in a darkened room somewhere in Elder Dennis' house. At least, she thought it was his house. There was no way to tell.
She drew her arms around her naked body, thankful that the painful restraints were gone. She clenched her buttocks, feeling something wet and warm seeping from her ass-hole.
"Who's there?" Anne stiffened as she heard something skitter across the flagstone floor.
It was cold, so cold and damp. After she had come to, finding herself slumped on the floor face-down, Anne thought she had heard other voices behind the door in front of her.
"Oh!" she gasped when the door suddenly banged open.
A bright yellow light blinded Anne. She brought one hand to her eyes quickly, shading them as she saw two male figures standing in front of her. One immediately she recognized as the Elder Dennis.
Anne drew back, her full ass flattening against the wall behind her while her throat tightened once again.
"Come, Anne. Come, I see the devil has visited you again, and you must come to us for cleansing."
How she wanted to spit in his face!
"Yes, come on, Anne, on your hands and knees. You aren't worthy to walk with us yet," Reverend Urban said.
Anne numbed herself to their taunts. Both savages had schooled her well in pain and degradation, she felt, one hand pushing in front of her while her tits swayed.
She crawled from the small room like a dog, her eyes squinting in the bright light.
As she reached the doorway, Anne realized someone else was there.
It was her husband Jerome!
"Jerry, I..."
"Your husband and I have had a long, long talk, my dear," Elder Dennis said, obviously relishing the moment.
He rubbed his pudgy hands together, his wheezing-like breaths sounding more audible.
Anne was thunderstruck, lifting her hands and covering her naked tits. She imagined Jerome cursing her, kicking her out of the house.
"Of course ne was shocked. But," Elder Dennis said, chortling as he glanced at both of them quickly, "he quickly saw the error of his initial thinking. It became clear then I showed him the profits we would be making with our new television show on which, of course, he is going to star. You too, of course, my dear, if you ... well, play your psalms well."
"Jerry!"
Jerome looked the other way, wringing his hands nervously.
"Oh, I think he still has some reservations. But even as holy as your husband is, he knows the weaknesses of the flesh. Someone has to tolerate them, if the overall good is the spreading of the Gospel, don't you think, Anne?"
She was stunned! Her husband, a man she had considered as honest as he was dull in bed, had capitulated in one evening. He had sold his soul as these had, and all for money.
"He's even interested in seeing you ... uh, perform," Elder Dennis added.
Anne's shocked face blanched. This was too much!
"No, I won't, I-uhhhh!"
Reverend Urban smacked her hard across the face, his knuckled blow sending Anne reeling.
She fell with a thud, the red marks on her cheek marking where he had struck her.
Jerome started to move forward, but he was restrained by Elder Dennis.
"It's just the preliminaries. Your wife is used to far more, believe me."
Jerome backed up while Reverend Urban pulled a long black bullwhip from one of the holders in the wall.
Elder Dennis stepped back as well, fondling his cock while giggling nervously.
Anne looked up to see Bob spreading his legs. Behind him, the knotted end of the whip lay like a snake on the floor.
She screamed, one hand going up to her face. She watched the braided leather snap up from the floor, arcing in the air, snapping into a broad S pattern before shooting forward.
Anne tried to protect herself, rolling onto her belly. The leather caught her on the ass, biting hard into the supple white flesh and making her shriek with agony.
Reverend Urban snapped the whip back, then brought it down once more on the woman.
Anne felt the leather lash over her lower back, chewing into her flesh and leaving a long purple welt. She cried out, clawing at the floor until her nails broke. She could hear the hissing sound once more, this time the whip sizzling past her right ear and smacking the floor inches away from her right hand.
Anne screamed, jerking her arm away. It came again, this time striking the supple flesh just where her thigh and buttocks met.
Jerking one hand around, she felt the bruised area, blinking the tears from her eyes and finding to her surprise that her husband Jerome was holding the whip.
"He isn't very good yet," Elder Dennis said, winking at her husband. "But he'll improve. I know we certainly did."
"You bitch. You pushed me into this ... you and women like you," her husband said in a barely audible voice, trailing the whip in front of him.
"No, no, that isn't true! I swear it, I just ... oh God, let me explain!" Anne begged.
Jerome lashed across her belly.
Anne shrieked, her spine nearly cracking as she writhed like a snake on the floor.
"Here, you love it so much, fuck yourself with it while I beat you with the crop," Jerome said, tossing the black leather bullwhip at his hapless wife.
"You heard him, use the handle, dear." Elder Dennis giggled, pulling his prick out and rubbing it frenziedly while Reverend Urban helped her husband choose the right crop.
Anne looked dully at the whip lying across her ankles. Her flesh had ugly purple and red welts.
Jerome approached her now with the dreaded cat tapping against his thighs. Reverend Urban stood behind him, his arms folded as he looked on with apparent amusement.
Anne hesitated as her husband cocked his arm and brought the leather strips down with a cracking sound across her shoulders. She groaned, feeling her pussy creaming so hotly that she was sure her cunt would catch fire.
Reluctantly Anne grabbed the ribbed handle of the bullwhip, pushing the butt end up into her creaming pussy.
"Yes, yes! That's it, that's it! Look at her! She can't get enough of the belt or the whip, so she has to fuck herself with it."
Her husband brought the crop down once more, the leather strips stinging her chest, her tits and belly.
Anne loved the sensation now, smiling dreamily, as the leather stung her body deliciously. She writhed under the awful attack as she pumped the whip handle in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
It was worth it. She didn't have to hide any longer. She could do as she pleased, and her husband would get his reward. The money would come in, the church was secure, and she would have as much pleasure as she could stand.
"Uhhhh..."
The sound of her own moan was like music to her ears.
Jerome was hot. She could see that from the way his prick was poking aginst the front of his baggy black trousers. Yes, she finally discovered what turned on her husband!
She nearly laughed, lying back on the floor and raising her knees. He was beating her around the backs of her thighs and her ass while she fucked herself faster with the whip handle. The heat in her cunt was rising to a feverish pitch.
Anne moaned, bouncing her ass and rolling it obscenely while she fucked the whip handle in deeper and deeper. She could feel her cunt walls closing in around it, sucking at it, while she arched and jerked her hips in wild fucking movements. She could feel her frothy juices trickling down her asscrack.
An explosive orgasm gripped her belly. Her breathing turned into sobbing gasps of pleasure as she fucked the whip handle.
As her husband whipped the crop over her cunt, she came, the rippling of her cuntal walls driving her mad. She cried out, one leg kicking in the air.
When it was over, she looked up and saw her husband standing on wobbly legs, a dark stain on his pants betraying the cum that had sprayed from his cock.
She lay back, reaching for the whip handle and slowly sliding it back and forth, in and out of her cum-slicked pussy. God, it had felt so good.
"And we must invite the Barringtons over. I hear both want to fuck her. That should be a savage time, right, Reverend?"
Jerome and Bob smiled while Anne continued to fuck the whip handle.
Yes, she would take on the Barringtons--perhaps while they were watching her husband preach the word of God on television. That would excite her even more-all that psalm singing, all that money clinking in collection plates while men were fucking and beating her half to death. And then her husband would return to her.