Chapter 3
It had taken Anne five days to come to terms with what the Barringtns had done with her.
Now, on Sunday, she sat in the front pew, her white hat squarely on her head, her gloved hands folded modestly in her lap. In front of her stood her husband, one hand hammering the air as he went on about God and his mercy. Anne could have laughed.
" ... and be ye not afraid," Jerome Watkins said, smiling down at his wife before sweeping his eyes over the congregation.
All through Jerome's sermon, Anne squirmed in her pew, thinking of how Jack's prick had felt screwing into her cunthole while the knife pressed against her ass-cheeks.
Jack Barrington had threatened to visit her again. This time, he said, both he and his brother would fuck her and she'd love it. Jerry was going to fuck her in the mouth or ass!
Anne moaned, closing her eyes and letting a hot shiver of lust pass through her cunt. The fires were still there, lapping up her thighs, making her pussy wink shut while her nipples erected inside her bra and itched maddeningly! God, she was feeling something like this in church!
Anne put one hand to her mouth, coughing gently, while feeling her cunt lips swell. Her ass flexed, the tingles in her pussy scratching their way deliciously, naughtily, toward her ass-hole.
Jerome was going on about God's forgiveness.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Watkins?"
Anne shivered at the light touch on her elbow. It was Elder Dennis leaning against her, his pale gray eyes seeming to penetrate her most secret thoughts.
"No, no, of course not," Anne said softly, noticing the choir rising, about to give their final selection to the standing congregation.
She rose unsteadily, feeling the hot slick rub of her cunt lips against one another. Against her will, she found herself leaning against Elder Dennis.
"There, there, it's rather warm in here. Perhaps you would rather wait outside in the fresh air," he said kindly, leading her from the pew.
Jerome looked down with concern, both hands resting on his hymnal as he watched Anne thread her way through the crowd to the outside.
It was much nicer outside. Shading her eyes, Anne looked at the surrounding mountains. How lovely they were!
Then Anne thought about the Barringtons. A shadow flickered across her face and she felt weak. Bracing herself against the black wrought-iron handrail, she shaded her face again, feeling her cunt and ass-hole tingle with unholy delight.
The singing had just stopped. In a moment the congregation would all be threading their way out.
"Perhaps I could get you something?"
"No. That is, I have to talk with you, Elder Dennis. There's something ... I have to talk to you about," she said, her voice growing weaker.
Jerome came out of the church, all smiles, his black robe fluttering around him as parishioners gathered about him, everyone talking all at once.
"Inspired..."
"Wonderful sermon..."
Anne heard all the compliments, smiling in turn and nodding at the departing men and women who looked at her curiously and wondered, not doubt, why she had left so early.
"Your wife, uh, has asked to see me about something," Elder Dennis said, his white bushy eyebrows knitting together while his pudgy hands fidgeted.
He was a bad liar, but her husband was a worse observer. Jerome was delighted, turning and talking with other parishioners as Anne and the Elder Dennis walked down the graveled drive.
Anne walked carefully in her high-heeled shoes.
When they reached Elder Dennis' car, Anne thought about turning back.
Anne felt nauseated, faint, as she slipped into the passenger's seat and felt her ass settling comfortably into the black leather.
All the way to his three-story Victorian house, Elder Dennis talked nervously about the church, its people, some of its problems.
"And ... and the Barringtons?" Anne asked tentatively as the car turned up the curving drive to Elder Dennis' house.
"Well, they're certainly a strange bunch. The mother is fine. And so are the boys," he said, switching off the engine and turning toward her. "But when she's gone, well, boys will be boys, I guess. There've been stories, of course. But they sound so strange I choose not to believe them."
Anne began to have doubts about telling this man anything. Would he believe her?
She clutched her purse, glancing up at the house and feeling a shudder of foreboding.
Elder Dennis opened the front door and escorted Anne through the large, cavernous living room to his office. He sat in a high-backed leather chair as Anne sat down and told him the story. Of course, she omitted several points, especially those dealing with her particular enjoyment of the matter. But as she spoke, her words tumbling one over the other, she could feel her pussy heating up once more, her panties clinging to her swelling cunt lips. It was as if she were turning herself on deliberately, talking dirty to this holy man.
She finished, her fingers clutching her purse while she sat stiffly on the edge of her chair. Behind her, Anne could hear the steady, maddening ticking of the grandfather clock.
"Your transgressions, if I may call them that, are serious, child. But they aren't the worst things I've heard," he said, a faint smile crossing his thin lips.
Anne was surprised, even startled at his calm demeanor. It was almost as if he were relieved.
"Of course, you must repent. But I think that can be accomplished without a scandal that would certainly destroy your husband."
"No! No, he can't ever learn about this!" Anne gasped.
"I thought you would see my point. Come with me," he said, rising quickly from his chair and extending a hand for her.
Anne followed.
They had just reached the living room when she felt a stinging blow against her face. It had happened so quickly that she fell back with a cry of surprise and pain. Her purse tumbled to the floor as she banged her ankles against a coffee table.
Another sharp blow caught her in the chin, knocking her around and sending her crashing into the wall behind her.
Anne clawed at the painting on the wall, the frame shattering on the floor.
"Bitch! Slut! Whore! You bring your filth to the church, shaming your husband, me, everyone in this valley? And with who? That slime, the Barringtons? What did they do, have you eat shit?"
He kicked her hard in the belly.
Anne screamed, her body jerking as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. The air rushed from her mouth as she rolled over on her belly, covering her face with her hands. She felt him kicking her in the ass.
Everything seemed to swim around her.
Anne tried getting up, bracing one hand against a sofa. But Elder Dennis kicked it away, bringing down the heel of one shoe against her knuckles.
Anne screamed in agony as he tugged wildly at her arm. She could hear her knuckles cracking.
"Leave me alone!" Anne screamed, jerking her knees around and trying to kick him in the groin.
Elder Dennis brought his foot down against the back of her neck, pressing down hard and threatening to snap the narrow bone with one push.
Anne stopped moving, her eyes going wide, her lingers clenching as her legs trembled against the carpeting.
"Better, far better, sister. As I said, you'll have to repent. I've had many like you here, sister, and they've all come out far better women for my efforts." It was a nightmare!
There was something in his calm demeanor that made Anne's skin crawl.
The pressure eased around her throat as Elder Dennis bent down, his fat fingers curling around the zipper to her dress and pulling down slowly.
Anne shuddered, feeling her white summer dress falling away from her shoulders. When he stopped at her ass, she could hear him gasp with delight.
"Oh yes, yes, a nice body! I thought you would have one. I will see it all now."
When she felt his fingers rip at her dress, tugging it open, then feeling her ass, Anne screamed.
Jerking up, Anne crawled like a dog, her tits jiggling in her bra. She banged her head against another table, the blow stunning her briefly.
Elder Dennis slapped her hard on the ass, his fingers stinging her buttocks through the thin white nylon of her panties.
Anne squealed, pulling away and struggling to get on her feet. He kicked her thigh, sending her face-down toward the floor. Anne was sprawled, her arms flying out to either side of her body. Elder Dennis was on her in a second, like a wolf devouring its prey. She felt his hot breath panting against her neck as his fingers tore at her bra and panties.
Swatting back at him, Anne did all she could to stop him. But he stayed on top of her, curling his fingers around her panties and tugging them to her knees. When he grabbed fistfuls of her resilient white ass flesh, he squeezed hard.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Anne sobbed, wiping away hot, stinging tears.
"You've fallen, child. And this is the only way to make things right again!"
"No, no, you're a liar! You want to fuck me! That's all you want to do!" Anne shot back, feeing anger and betrayal. "You're no better than the Barringtons!"
His face darkened with rage.
"Never, ever say something like that to me again!" he shouted.
He struck her face hard.
Anne fell back, nearly knocked unconscious with the force of that blow. Her brain rattled about as he pulled her to her feet. He held her roughly by her narrow shoulders, shaking her so violently that her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder.
Elder Dennis doubled his fist and sent it smashing into her soft tummy.
Anne's eyes bugged from her skull, her throat gasping out a whooshing sound. She doubled over, her knees giving way as a ring of blackness darkened her vision. Her face was flushed beet red as she saw stars exploding.
Elder Dennis shoved her back again.
Anne stumbled, one hand trying to cover her tits. Her panties were tangled around her ankles as she stumbled toward the front door.
"Uh!"
Anne felt a hard, heavy blow land squarely between her shoulder blades, sending a killing shock of pain crashing into her skull. Her head snapped back while another yell of agony ripped from her throat. She fell with a thud, crumpling.
Things were blurry and dark from then on.
She knew Elder Dennis was standing spread-legged over her, his arms folded across his chest. Gathering her breath, Anne crawled away. She pushed back her long blonde hair, looking ruefully at the torn remnants of her dress.
"You're going to thank me for this, sister," he said, rubbing his crotch with one hand while grinning hellishly down at her.
Anne trembled.
"I'll save you, save your soul and return you as a trusting woman to your saintly husband."
Her eyes rounded in fear as she watched the Elder Dennis pull off his black jacket, then unfasten his tie. In a moment, his fat belly and sagging chest were revealed.
Anne moaned, digging her fingernails into the thick blue piling beneath her and trying to hide the hot, tight feeling that was starting to overwhelm her cunt once more.
"Uh!" she gasped.
He was pressing the tip of his shoe against her forehead and forcing her back to the floor.
Anne fell back. When she tried to rise, he kicked again, this time sending his foot into her ribs.
Anne cried out, her hands jerking protectively to her chest as she rolled away from the horrid man. She curled protectively into a fetal pOSition, drawing her knees up to her tits.
Elder Dennis raised his leg, bringing his foot down between her legs and forcing her knees apart. Moving quickly, Elder Dennis pressed his heel against her cunt, working it back and forth, spreading her swelling cunt lips apart.
Anne lay there, her chest heaving while lusty pulses exploded through her body. She could feel the rough, cold leather of his shoe pressing against the moist lips of her cunt. Her knees were apart, her heels digging into the carpeting while Elder Dennis pushed his toe harder against her pussy.
Anne moaned, her nostrils flaring as an incredible heat burst in her clit, threatening to give her a perverse climax.
He could see her rutting, her ass wriggling against the floor as he dragged his filthy shoe over her clit. Laughing, he shook his head, nudging her naked ass with the toe of his shoe.
"The devil hath taken possession of your body, sister. But I'll chase him out."
Her breath quickened while the bruises that he had inflicted on her began to make themselves felt. She groaned, her fingertips rubbing lightly over her flesh.
"How can you do this to me? How can you make me suffer like this when ... when you're supposed to be so ... so good?" she sobbed.
Anne watched as Elder Dennis began fiddling with his belt buckle. In a moment, she thought, he would be pushing down his trousers and would be fucking her!
Anne scrambled away with a shout, feeling a surge of indignation giving her strength.
In an instant, however, she felt a tearing, ripping pain shoot through her scalp. He had grabbed her long hair, filling his palm with strands of her hair and pulling her back. She could hear her hair ripping from her scalp!
Terrified, Anne sobbed and screamed, beating her palms wildly against his hands.
He laughed at her futile efforts, dragging her across the floor.