Chapter 6
Anne's husband Jerome was gone seven days, and Robert Urban, a lay minister, had come to take over his duties for the next few days.
Anne warily sat at home, jumping at every creeking noise in the house as she remembered the horror at Elder Dennis' home. He had said nothing about coming to visit her. But there was something in his nervous, little laugh that told her all wasn't over yet.
Each night Anne examined her body, watching the bruises and small cuts healing quickly. Still, the scars in her mind would take a much longer time to heal.
This evening Reverend Urban was having dinner with Anne-a task for her, she thought.
She sighed, placing a hot casserole dish in front of the handsome young minister. He smiled up at her, drawing his hands together and offering to say grace.
Anne ate silently, now and then looking up from her plate at the young man. He was tail-nearly six two-and he spoke little, choosing his words carefully and moving almost with studied deliberation.
Anne, finished her dinner, tried to make small talk with him.
" ... and you have no wife?" she asked, resting her head on one hand and smiling lazily.
Something was stirring between her legs, a warming, tingly fire that was making her feel randier than ever.
"Uh, no, I never met a woman who could, well, understand the rigors of a job as mine," he said, his cheeks flushing as he put down his fork and stared at Anne.
The tingling around her cunt became more intense, flames of incredible goodness rushing up and down her thighs while her ass-hole puckered. Her nipples were standing up once more, pushing against the top of her cotton frock.
Carefully Anne drew her upper arms together to conceal her tits while she tried to keep her breathing under control.
"Oh yes, yes, I understand," Anne said a little breathlessly. "Jerome, had so many duties. I don't get a chance to see him much."
A warm trickle of her cunt-juice ran down the inside of her thigh, making her frustration and excitement that much more intense.
Anne felt as if she were losing her mind. How could she be flirting like this-so openly, and with another minister!
Her heart was pounding so hard while her cunt seeped more and more moisture. How hot and swollen her cunt was under her sheer panties. For a moment she was afraid her face showed her thoughts, her smoldering desire.
"And," Reverend Urban went on, swallowing hard while staring at her, "there's so many women out there who ... well, are unfaithful to their men, don't you agree, Mrs. Watkins?"
"Yes, oh yes!" she replied.
She could hardly understand what the young man was saying.
"And from what the Elder Dennis tells me, you're one of those whores."
Anne stiffened, her fingers pressing against one another while her face looked ashen.
"I ... what did you say?"
"I said, the Elder Dennis told me you're one of those whores. He told me you fucked him, and probably fucked several more in the congregation," Reverend Urban said, folding his white linen napkin neatly and placing it beside his plate.
Anne was thunder-struck. To hear this under her own roof was too much! She threw down her napkin and rose, her fingers trembling with frustrated anger.
"You can leave. How can you believe that lying old man! Go! Please go!"
Bob smiled. It was much more than just a smile. For the first time, he looked nasty and all too sure of himself.
She backed away, stumbling over a dining room chair while feeling her flesh break out into a cold sweat.
"I'll leave. But we'll go together ... to Elder Dennis' house. I know about his little room, and about what you did there with him. I think most of the ministers here know about that room ... that is, except your husband," he said, coming round the table and lunging for her.
Anne cried out, backing away and knocking several plates from the table.
"He's a very popular man ... and a rich one at that. Just what a young minister needs to make his career. And the pleasures he has to offer the flesh ... well, I don't have to tell you more."
"No, no, get away from me!"
He grabbed her around the waist, wheeling Anne around and throwing her against the wall.
She screamed, both hands flattened against the wall while one knee banged painfully against the door molding. His hands were crawling over her body, squeezing her tits, his knees pressing against the backs of her legs. She could feel his hot lips pressing against the nape of her neck while his fingers crawled over the back of her blouse.
"You slut! I knew you wanted me to fuck you. I could see it in your face. And now you want to run away? There's the hypocrite for you! You want fucking, and that's what you'll get!"
"No, no, get away from me!"
She heard tearing sounds, the sounds of her blouse being ripped off her. She screamed, swatting back at him, as she felt him pulling on the strap of her bra.
"Uh!"
Bob slammed one hand hard against the back of her neck, stunning the woman as she sank to the floor.
"Nothing happened, huh? Christ in heaven, those marks show me Elder Dennis has been busy with you!"
"No more! No more!" she moaned.
Anne heard him laughing as he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her back. She screamed, her head snapping back while her feet dragged on the carpet.
"You'll come with me. Elder Dennis isn't there right now, but we can wait and enjoy ourselves," he said, pulling her roughly through the doorway.
Anne let herself be dragged, her mind spinning in a daze. She felt as if her head was numb while bright lights sizzled through her brain. It was all she could do to breathe, she felt, the awful agony in her scalp keeping her from fainting.
When they reached the living room, Anne sprang into life, curling her fingers and digging her nails into his wrists.
Bob shouted, letting go of her hair for a second.
Finding surprising strength, Anne twisted away, crawling forward. She could see the door in front of her now, her knees scraping over the hall carpeting.
Reaching up, she curled her fingers around the brass knob just as Reverend Urban came up behind her, his nostrils flaring with rage.
"Bitch!"
His fists came down again and again, raining on her head and neck and shoulders until
Anne crumbled into a half-conscious lump. Her legs jerked as she felt him tearing at her skirt. He grabbed her hair and kicked open the door.
There was no one around as he dragged her over the porch, kicking her down the wooden steps to the sidewalk below.
Anne cried out in pain, drawing her hands protectively over her face.
Reverend Urban muttered something obscene, kicking her legs free, then turning her over onto her belly. She groaned, her face pressed against the cold, rough surface of the concrete sidewalk.
"Uh!"
"Lick my boots, you slut! You aren't worthy to be a minister's wife, so show me what you're worth. Good cock-sucking, from what I hear, and a good ass!"
"No, no!"
Anne felt a weight against the back of her neck. He was stepping on her with one foot, pressing down, until she thought he would crush her neck. At the same time his other foot was pressed against her lips. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue, running the tip along the dirty sole of his boot.
He grunted in satisfaction.
Anne moaned in pain, licking more frantically. She could taste the filth, making her gag while vomit boiled in her belly. She held off from vomiting, drawing her tongue over the black leather again and again until the sides and tip of his boot were glistening with her spit.
"Yes, yes, that's fine, that's good," he grunted, reaching down and twisting her around until she lay on her back.
Anne looked up at him with fear-rounded eyes, her chest heaving mightily while every hair on her body stood on end.
He was so huge, so overpowering, far more frightening looking than Elder Dennis. This man could kill her.
She watched as he brought one leg up, nudging her pussy with the tip of his boot. She gagged, throwing her head back as she felt the cool slick leather massaging her cunt lips. It was so vile, yet it felt so good!
She rolled her hips, bucking forward against her will as she felt him pushing his toe deeper into her hot, sucking cunt-hole.
"There's nothing you won't do, will you, Mrs. Watkins? You want it all."
Reverend Urban pushed his foot in a little more, raising it up to her clit.
Anne groaned, grinding her teeth, while she felt her ass flexing under her hiked-up skirt. He was purposely touching her clit with the tip of his boot, drawing the leather in and out, in and out, until her pussy muscles had begun to contract and suck at that obscene thing!
Anne drew one hand to her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles, as she tried in vain to push away the delight raging through her pussy.
"Bitch!"
"Uh!" she gasped.
He drew his foot back quickly, kicking Anne and forcing her to roll over and over until she was on the grass.
They were in the shadows now. Anyone driving by would not be able to see them.
Anne lay quietly, feeling the grass prickling her ass.
Bob was standing spread-legged above her, his hands down by his crotch. For a moment, Anne couldn't see what he was doing. She m trembled, her flesh tightening while the backs of her legs undulated against the grass.
His prick was out in the open! She was certain he was massaging it.
Anne licked her lips, feeling that hot fuck feeling burn in her cunt while terror pounded through her soul. It was then that she felt something hot and wet sprinkling against her thighs.
She froze, her mind reeling in confusion as the sprinkle became a steady stream. Then in a horrific flash of realization, Anne knew what was happening!
"No, no, you're ... you're disgusting!" she screamed.
He was pissing on her!
Drawing one hand up to her mouth, Anne rolled to one side, kicking at him while crawling toward the flower bed.
Reverend urban stayed with her, kicking her once more and making her cry in pain. The piss stopped for a moment, then began again.
"No, no, oh God, no, please!"
She turned around, her eyes wide with rage, shame and frustration. The yellow stream of piss was stinging her thighs now, the hot urine slicking down her felsh.
Anne shook her head, her fingers clawing at the grass.
Reverend Urban stopped pissing on her for a moment, tucking his prick back in his pants and reaching down. She clawed at his face like a maniac, screaming and cursing, as he ripped off her skirt. She felt her panties sliding down her thighs, then over her feet.
Anne was naked, stripped bare by this awful man of God! And when she tried to crawl away once more, she heard a whooshing sound. In an instant, his fist slammed against the right side of her head, nearly crushing her skull as the force of the blow sent her tumbling back to the lawn.
"Uhhh ... ohhhh, oh my God, help me!" she moaned.
She lay on her back, her white naked body glowing in the dark night as Reverend Urban pulled his cock out once more. Anne felt herself sinking further and further into humiliation.
He was pissing on her again, the hot urine splashing over her belly, stinging into her nipples, slicking down her pussy mound as it matted down her cunt-hairs.
Anne groaned, shivering with revulsion, it was horrid. How she felt like retching as the hot piss boiled over her pussy hairs and splashed on her cunt mound. She could feel the stream of piss splashing over her thighs as Reverend Urban stood over her and emptied his bladder.
Anne shivered as he doused her clit with a shot of his piss, squeezing off the stream yet again.
"Now, sit up! Yes, that's it!" he said quietly as he cupped her chin in his hand, then stepped back.
His words made her shudder. There was nothing she could do. Her body ached from the blows while she inhaled the awful stink of his piss drying on her flesh.
He began once more, pissing on her tits. She shut her eyes, biting hard on her hp to keep her rage and disgust from bubbling to the surface. Piss was spraying her nipples. She could feel the hot, oily liquid slicking down her tits, then oozing into her cunt once more.
Then she felt him pissing into her face! He was laughing now, directing the stream against her nose, then into her mouth! She could taste the urine splashing around her throat. Anne screamed, choking on the piss, swallowing some. "No!"
She twisted around, one hand on her throat as she began spitting out the foul mixture of piss and spit. Her chest tightened while a raging ache gripped her throat.
"Bitch-pig! Elder Dennis was right. There isn't anything you wouldn't do, is there?"
"Animal!"
Anne jerked up from the lawn, leaping at him like a tigress and scratching at his face.
Bob smacked her twice across the face, then he kicked her in the left shin and sent the minister's wife reeling back to the ground.
Anne lay there bruised and piss-stained, her fingers instinctively clutching at the grass. At first she thought Reverend Urban had left. But soon he was back, turning the garden hose on her and cleaning her piss-stained body.
Anne cried out, the splashing of the ice-cold water bringing her back to life. She put her hands in front of her, feeling the icy spray on her fat, rounded tits while droplets splashed into her piss-stained cunt.
"Hosing down the hogs for the market. And that's what you are, a pig, Mrs. Watkins, and that's something I'm going to show you more as time goes by."
Collapsing under the icy attack, Anne was certain he would.