Chapter 7
The drive to Elder Dennis' home was the longest she had ever endured. Reverend Urban had tied her hands behind her back.
Naked, wet, Anne sat quietly in the front of his car, her ass on the black leather seat. Elder Dennis' car was gone, although the lights were on in his house.
Anne shuddered, drawing her legs back instinctively as Reverend Urban guided his car carefully into the narrow garage.
When he opened the car door, Anne stepped out, her eyes cast modestly down. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she walked, her hands roped behind her back, her head bent down. She moved through the silent, cavernous house like a ghost.
They walked to the dreadful room that Anne had suffered so much in.
Anne stopped at the door while Reverend Urban fished out a small ring of keys, searched for the right one impatiently, then pushed open the door. There it was, all of it-the strange-looking instruments hanging from hooks, the generator with its black wires still draped over the machine, tables and chairs pushed helter-skelter against the walls.
"There." He pushed her roughly into the room.
Anne stumbled, shaking the hair from her eyes, regaining her balance only to stumble over her feet again.
Reverend Urban guided her toward what appeared to be a pillory. It was newly constructed. She could see the fresh wood shavings curled around its base. It was nearly four feet tall with four holes bored crudely in the yellow pine structure. Hinges on the top enabled the operator to raise it and slid a victim's arms and legs in.
"No, no, I won't!" Anne cried defiantly, stopping and shaking her head.
She felt her face burning shamefully while she crossed one leg in front of the other, hiding her pussy.
Reverend Urban pinched her ass, slapping her ass-cheeks.
Anne yelped and squealed, stepping forward, her fingernails digging into her sweaty palms. Reluctantly she stood there as he untied the ropes on her wrists, thoughtfully examining the faint marks still visible from the violent roping and beatings she had endured with Elder Dennis and the Barringtons.
Bob pulled the trembling woman forward, quickly raising the top board of the pillory and thrusting Anne's arms into the arm-holes. He slammed the board down with a snap, the sound reminding Anne of a gunshot. She closed her eyes, feeling her belly tighten in fear.
Anne felt the rough wood scraping against her flesh painfully, the splinters jabbing at her skin. She raised her head with some difficulty, pressing her chin against the top of the pillory while the pain in her spine increased.
"Here, this'll make it easier for you," Reverend Urban said, bending slightly and sliding one arm under the backs of her thighs.
Anne let out a startled cry, feeling her feet sliding from the floor. Her toes struck the front of the pillory as Reverend Urban pushed her ankles through the lower set of double holes cut eighteen inches below the top ones. He fastened her legs in place, stepping back and looking approvingly at her taut ass hanging there in mid-air.
Anne felt terribly exposed and naked-more defenseless than she had ever felt with Elder Dennis or the Barringtons. She was locked in now, her arms and legs immobilized while Reverend Urban moved around behind her.
He slipped one hand over her shoulders and started squeezing her tits. She could hear him moaning with delight, his fingers pressing into her soft tit-mounds while his thumb flicked against her nipples. When his hands crawled over her naked belly, Anne protested, her moans adding to the Reverend's excitement.
"No, don't touch me like this!" she moaned, her cunt growing moist and hot all over again.
"You don't like feelin' your pussy get all warm?" he said, pushing his hands down until his calloused fingertips were massaging the sore edges of her cunt lips.
Anne let her head fall back, a low hissing sound coming from her throat. She loved the touch of his hands against her cunt while her ass-hole cinched shut in a spasm of lust. How her thighs and legs ached from the strain, and yet how that resulting pain added to the delight firing through her pussy. She thought her shoulders would surely pull from their sockets as Reverend Urban pushed her downward.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."
Anne lay her head against the pillory, surrendering to the pinching of the minister's fingers around her cunt. He was rubbing the rubbery, swollen red edges of her cunt lips against one another, pushing two fingers into her hot, sucking hole and laughing as she squeezed her cuntal muscles against him. She was rutting like a whore.
"Now, then, we'll see just how feisty you are. I've heard from Elder Dennis about what you did with him. But I've got to see this for myself," Bob said, taking off his shirt and revealing a well-defined hairy chest.
Anne would have been more excited at the sight of his nakedness if it weren't for the constant cutting pain around her wrists and ankles.
Bob laughed and reached down, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until she squealed like a stuck pig. Quickly he stepped out of his trousers, his fat prick swinging half-hard.
Reverend Urban moved away from her, Anne watching every movement he made with wide, frightened eyes. She pressed her naked body against the pillory, tightening her ass-cheeks protectively to hide her wrinkled, shivering ass-hole.
He was moving into the shadows to her right, drawing out something that made a loud, scraping sound. When he reappeared, he was hauling what appeared to be a heavy cask toward her. He shoved it to within three feet from her ass.
Anne shivered, her thighs tightening, as she examined the dirty, time-worn barrel. Some of the bands holding the old wood together were rusted nearly all the way through. She could hear something sloshing around inside the barrel.
He moved behind her, opening the top drawer of a metal cabinet behind her.
Anne wanted to look, and yet she felt terrified that she would faint if she did. When she finally turned, she saw the Reverend attaching a long black rubber hose to a tiny spigot protruding near the bottom of the barrel.
Pulling up, he saw that the hose would easily reach the woman.
Anne felt the hose brushing against her ass-hole, and in a flash, she knew what he was going to do.
"No!"
She braced her thighs, tensing them, while bouncing her ass wildly up and down.
Reverend Urban smiled evilly, holding the hose and rubbing it back and forth over her gray/pink shitterlips. In another second he was pushing it hard against her ass-hole, driving it in, until he had her opening her mouth and screaming.
"No, for God's sake, no!"
Anne tried twisting her ass away, the pillory preventing her from moving much. She could feel his hands spreading her ass-cheeks, stretching her sensitive shitter open while he pushed the hose in with his other hand.
He began fucking her ass with it, shoving the hose into her ass-hole while spreading her butt until she thought he would tear it in two. Her face reddened, her nostrils flaring, while tears sprouted from her eyes.
He was fucking her in the ass with that rubber hose, screwing it into her until Anne thought she would die of shame and pain. It was like getting an enema, only worse.
She let out another gasp, pushing her chin hard against the top of the pillory while he screwed inch after cold, rubbery inch into her bowels.
Anne's forehead wrinkled, her face becoming a mask of intense concentration as she felt that awful thing spreading her guts apart.
After he had pushed nearly five inches of the black rubber hose into her ass, the Reverend stopped, watching as Anne started to sob.
"Why ... why are you doing this to me?" she stammered.
"That wasn't too bad, was it?" he asked, ignoring her questions.
She wriggled and squirmed in the pillory now, her movements making the rubber hose sway. Anne forgot about the beating, the fists, even the piss that had stained her body as she hung helplessly in the pillory, the rubber hose shoved up her ass.
Bending over once more, Reverend Urban twisted the brass spigot, watching her carefully as he gave the handle a half-turn.
Anne stiffened, her head jerking from the top of the pillory while her ass-cheeks flexed. Something was shooting up her ass-hole, something very wet and cold that made her shitter squeeze shut painfully against the invading rubber hose. It was icy water spraying into her belly!
Anne opened her mouth, letting out gaspy cries while she bounced her ass. Reverend Urban gave the spigot another turn, his prick rising and thickening as he watched the helpless woman twitch and jerk.
"Good. That's all for now on that," he said, shutting off the spigot. "That's wine, by the way, Mrs. Watkins. Elder Dennis doesn't believe women should drink-at least through their mouth. But he has no qualms about them enjoying wine this way."
"Wine? My God!"
Reverend Urban disappeared once more then he returned.
Anne blinked the tears from her eyes, finding herself staring at a three-legged stood with something sticking straight out from its center. It was long and sausage-shaped, gleaming silver in the bright overhead lighting. It was a huge fake prick.
She felt her flesh crawl with terror and revulsion as he pushed the stool up under her buttocks.
Again Anne tried wriggling her ass away from the awful thing, her thighs hurting from the effort while Reverend Urban grew more and more excited. He pushed the stool under her ass, fitting the tip of the dildo against her drooling, hot cunt lips.
Anne felt her clit shrinking away at the first touch of the cold dildo. Clenching and unclenching her fingers, she felt her muscles cramping to the point where she knew she would have to relax.
With a sigh of defeat, Anne lowered her ass, feeling her cunt lips stretching around and sliding down the smooth, cool sides of the fucking dildo.
"Now, down all the way, baby! All the way, Mrs. Watkins!"
It was horrid, one of the worst things that had ever happened to her!
Anne grunted, her cheeks puffing out as her belly swelled. She felt as if her cunt were being split apart as inch after inch of that horrid thing pushed into her hot hole. How easily she slid down on the steel rod!
Her juices made the fucking effortless as she shivered from that obscene screwing. She felt the rounded tip of the dildo nudging against her womb, her cunt snuggling the sides of the prick while groan after groan escaped from her open mouth.
Anne had nearly fainted from this horrible rape when something jarred her to her senses. Something very sharp was stabbing against her ass-cheeks, something that threatened to break through her flesh.
"Wh-what are you doing to me?" she gasped, her face flushed red.
She screamed when the pain became more intense, screwing her ass up obscenely from the dildo. Squeezing her cunt tight around the upper end of the prong, Anne looked down and saw a ring of sharp, broken glass the Elder Dennis undoubtedly had glued around the base of the long, steel prick.
"An incentive," Reverend Urban explained, stroking his long, thick cock lovingly with one hand. "It'll keep you poised on the top. And there's something else that'll keep your ass on the topside, even though you'd probably like to have that prick fucking your pussy."
She knew what it was. Even before he had rolled the generator out, she knew he would attach that thing to the dildo.
Dully she watched as he uncurled one set of wires, dragging them forward and attaching them to two clips fastened at the base of the dildo. Even when he switched on the machine, Anne remained motionless, lulled into a kind of stupor by the buzzing sound. It was only when he turned the dial to the right that she sprang back into life, her wrists tugging against the pillory and making the device shake from her efforts. "Uhhh..."
Anne felt her cunt spasming with the light buzz of electrical current, her thighs rippling with the sensation while her head lolled back.
Anne sighed happily, forgetting what was happening to her and who was torturing her.
"No, oh God, no! What are you doing to me?" she cried.
When he switched off the machine for one moment, Anne watched helplessly as he bent over and opened the spigot once more. Immediately she felt the wine gushing into her ass-hole, filling up her butt and belly while the dildo continued to nudge against her clit. Her ass-cheeks flexed, relaxed, then flexed again against the onrush of the icy wine.
Working her ass from right to left, Anne began to feel a little light-headed and realized to her horror that she was becoming drunk from this odd fucking. She felt the liquid warming quickly in her shitter. Some of it was now leaking from her ass-hole, dribbling down over her thighs and making her feel as if she were going to take a shit.
Her bowels cramped painfully as she leaned forward, doing what she could to relieve the mounting pressure. That steel prick was pushing deeper into her as her cunt sank down on the prodding prick.
Remembering the shards of broken glass, Anne panicked. She tensed her thighs and screwed back up on the dildo.
"No ... uhhh, oh no! No, of God in heaven, no! Not this! Not tome!" she moaned as the minister watched with glowing eyes.
The woman leaned forward a little more, pressing her tits against the pillory while more wine shot into her ass-hole. A rush of wine sprayed from her ass, sprinkling over the floor. She felt awful, degraded, as if she were disgracing herself horribly.
Satisfied with her agony, Reverend Urban no moved back to the generator, his eight-inch cock now standing straight out.
Anne looked at him, licking her lips and wondering how his cock would feel fitted tightly within her cunthole. In a moment she felt the electricity again, the current singeing her pussy while the wine shot into her pores, making her flesh glisten as she waited for the onslaught of the voltage.
"Uhhh ... ahhhh!"
She looked at the veins stretching against his prickskin, then felt another powerful surge of electricity punch into her cunt. Her muscles spasmed, making her pussy milk the metal dildo.
"UhhhhhhhhP'
He was making her pay for every instant of pleasure she was feeling.
Anne sighed, her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face as she started moving her full hips in unmistakable fucking movements.