Chapter 8
Anne bounced her ass up and down, her ass-cheeks flexing, her thigh muscles rigid with stretched tendons while the sparkling steel dildo raped her cunt again and again. She wriggled her ass, feeling the cold wine chill her bowels. How it made her drunk! Seeping through her guts, the liquor was making her head spin while she became more daring. What little restraint the woman had was ripped away.
She even dared to let her ass slide all the way down, the shards of glass ripping into her cunt-flesh! How that tearing tingling sensation made her clit erect. And all the while the pillory kept her arms and legs in check.
She tugged back, purposely keeping her ass as far down as possible while she felt the splinters knifing into her flesh. How delightful!
Throwing her head back, the startled woman let out a laugh, her eyes rolling, her nostrils flaring, while her cunt became tighter and hotter and wetter.
When Reverend Urban turned the dial up yet another notch, Anne let out a hysterical cry. She pitched forward and rubbed her tits against the pillory. Her cunt-muscles tightened yet again around the steel rod, milking the lifeless thing as if it were a prick.
She winced as a powerful spasm ripped through her pussy, the pink membranes spasming around the full length of the dildo.
Anne let out a small fart, the gas nearly dislodging the rubber hose up her ass while more wine bubbled out of her bowels.
"Oh! Oooooooh!"
"You really are a daughter of hell!, , Reverend
Urban said, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he watched the woman bouncing up and down. "Elder Dennis was right. So much the better."
He twisted the dial yet another half-turn and watched Anne go mad on the dildo.
Images of all sorts flashed through her mind as she tensed her legs and pulled her cunt nearly all the way off the steel prick. She thought of the Barringtons fucking her, beating her, knocking her to the floor and disgracing her.
As the wine drained from her ass-hole, wetting down her thighs and setting off a terrible stink under her body, Anne thought of Reverend Urban and how he had pissed on her right outside her own house! All the pictures flashed through her mind now as she raped herself like a mad woman on the dildo, demanding more sensation as the seconds ticked by.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she whispered, the word echoing in the room.
In a moment Anne saw something wagging in front of her face. She blinked her eyes, realizing at once that it was Reverend Urban's prick. She knew what he wanted, leaning forward and opening her mouth.
The woman slipped her cunt up a little higher, twisting her hips around so that the rounded tip would nudge a particularly hot, sensitive spot just inside her red-rimmed swollen cunt lips. He let out a sigh, thrusting his hips forward and pushing his prick head into her mouth.
Anne licked her tongue around his silken cock, marveling at its smoothness and how salty and good it tasted! She coiled her tongue around the first few inches, tasting more and more of the pre-cum as it frothed from his piss-slit and started coating her throat. She swallowed instinctively, moaning while the Reverend pushed more and more of his prick into her mouth.
When he was nearly all the way in, Bob placed both hands on either side of her head, pressing his fingertips against her skull while moving his hips from side to side. She could feel his prickhead pushing out against the insides of her cheeks.
She was so hot, so very, very hot!
Anne bounced up and down faster and faster, perspiration starting to glisten on her body while her nipples raked continuously over the splintery surface of the pillory. More juice frothed from her cunt, making her dildo fuck easier while she sucked Reverend Urban's prick voraciously.
Her tongue was covered with his prick-juices while her jaws began to ache slightly from being pried wide open. She could feel her blood boiling as she edged closer and closer to her climax. Her belly swelled with lust while her thighs burned with delight. She was making wet sucking sounds while spit frothed around the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She glided her tongue smoothly over the sensitive underside of Reverend Urban's prick knowing how excited she was making him.
His fingertips were pressing hard against her skull while he hammered his groin against her face.
She could feel his prickhairs tickling her nostrils while his balls slapped against her chin. She slid up and down on the slick dildo now, pressing the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit, drawing out more pre-cum while the big man let out another cry.
She slurped up his pre-cum juices, drinking more and more, as her passion mounted. Anne wanted to be hurt more, to feel the pricks of pain in her ass merging with the delight tearing through her cunt.
"Uhhhhhh!" Anne moaned.
Reverend Urban nearly crushed her skull with his hands, twisting his hips around and around, his prick revolving around in her mouth while she nearly drowned in his cum.
When she moaned again, Reverend Urban began to curse heavily, the flow of pre-cum becoming heavier.
Anne knew he was about to cum. She cried out passionately, her ass bouncing faster and faster while the steel rod plowed like a rocket into her pussy. Her climax was spiraling upward.
Squealing, she moved her hips wildly. She bounced up and down like a crazed puppet, her fingers clenching and unclenching while the glass shards pierced her ass again and again.
Finally she felt her orgasm peaking like a thunderbolt, that white-hot moment of madness turning her into a ranting, wild woman. She quivered in the pillory, feeling the wild ecstasy shoot like sparklers though her body. She sucked and sucked, draining the reverend dry as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth.
How good it tasted! She swallowed, feeling the slime coating her throat, burning into her belly. How delicious it tasted burning down her throat as she let her ass settle back down onto the dildo.
Recovering, Reverend Urban turned off the machine.
Anne moaned. The sparking goodness was gone. Her cunt went slack as she squeezed her sphincter muscles around the enema nozzle and felt the pleasure fading away. The wine enema was making her feel uncomfortable now.
"You were a hot little mink, you know that? No wonder Elder Dennis wants to keep you around. We could fuck you all week long, and still you would be begging for more, wouldn't you?"
Slowly Bob pulled the dildo from her pussy after having shut off the wine flowing from the casket.
Anne felt every muscle in her body relax as he lifted her from the pillory, laying her on the floor.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her heart beating quickly as she found herself staring directly into his black eyes.
"You'd love to know that, wouldn't you? Just thinking about it would drive you crazy, right? God, how does your husband keep you in check at home?" he asked, his lips curling into a sardonic smile.
"He doesn't," she confessed.
"I didn't think so," Reverend Urban said after some thought. "Well, let's see if you're as wild and hot as I think you are."
"Wh ... what?"
"Don't be so nervous, Anne. I may call you Anne, right? Surely you won't be offended," he said, hefting one tit in his right hand and pinching her nipple.
Anne's face screwed into a mask of helplessness, her mouth quivering as she continued to stare at his face.
"You give good head, Anne. But then again, most sluts and whores do that well. You're everything a slut should be."
Reverend Urban was licking his lips now, his flaccid prick beginning to grow thick and long. Anne folded one leg over the other, feeling her flesh crawl as the full horror of her situation sank in.
Her eyes widened while her heart beat so hard that it nearly tore through her rib cage. Was she terrified or excited beyond words? Or had the two feelings merged somehow, creating a sensation that was more intoxicating than the wine that had shot incessantly up her ass-hole?
"Here, crawl over here," he said, patting one hand against his thigh the way a man would beckon a dog.
Anne sniffed, rising to her hands and knees and crawling on all fours as instructed.
Reverend Urban played with his prick, watching her supple ass move, her tits swaying lazily from side to side.
He stopped her, instructing her to stand and keep her hands folded in front of her, her head down so that her hair curtained her eyes.
Anne did as she was told, crossing her arms to hide her sore, itching nipples. She could still feel some of the warmed wine trickling from her stretched ass-hole down the backs of her legs.
Her cunt still stung and twitched with the memory of that electrified steel dildo fucking into her pussy.
Swallowing what was left of the cum in her mouth, Anne stood in the room, her senses aware of the slightest stimulation. How she ached for more-more humiliation, more degradation, and more pleasure.
The sound of pulling and squeaking caught her attention once more.
"Elder Dennis is under some illusion that all this," he said with a sweep of his hand, "is to make the women he drags down here more ... uh, supple to the demands of God." Reverend Urban threw back his head and laughed, taking Anne's hand and drawing it upward. "He still believes that old wives' tale. It's his way of dealing with this and the Bible, I guess."
Bob pulled on a small rope.
Peering at him, Anne noticed the reverend had lowered a piece of quarter-inch line from some overhead device. What it was she dared not look at. He had told her to keep her head down, and obey she must!
"We know differently, though, don't we, Anne?"
"You don't believe in God?" she gasped.
Bob shrugged, his lips curling into a sneer.
"I suppose if one believes in this, you have to believe in good as well. I don't know," he said, shrugging off her surprise. "All I know is I believe in what feels good, and this and the money we take from all those fools out there definitely feels good."
"Uh!" Anne gasped.
He tightened the line around her wrist, fixing it with a double figure-eight.
Peering upward, Anne saw the rope attached to an overhead pulley.
Moving back, he began twisting one of several old wooden winches bolted to the far wall. The rope pulled her arm up, stretching it until it was high over her head.
Anne stood on her tiptoes, a frightened look crossing her face. She could feel her tendons stretching. She trembled, waiting to feel the stinging, hot kiss of the lash.
Bob moved up to her, brushing her stiffening nipples with his fingers. When he gripped her nipples, twisting them cruelly between his thumbs and forefingers, Anne let out a sharp cry, her legs shivering while her head fell back. Her ass clenched tightly while her body reverberated with a twisting agony. "Uh!" she gasped.
He slapped her hard with one hand, then backhanded her so hard that his knuckles bruised her chin.
Anne groaned, slumping, her knees buckling under the force of the attack.
He moved around, searching for something. In a moment, he was back, tearing at her hair and forcing her head up.
Anne started to open her mouth to say something, then found he was pushing a rubber ball down her throat. She tried to fight back, pushing her free hand against his chest while drawing back. But Bob only smacked her again.
Shoving the black rubber ball deep in her mouth, Bob grabbed some adhesive tape and wrapped it around her head, gagging her mouth.
Reverend Urban moved back to the winch, unlocking the wooden handle and starting to turn it clockwise.
Anne could feel the increased tension of the rope around her wrist. She cried out, her eyes rounding, as she felt her arm muscles stretching painfully. She tried to reach upward, trying to do anything to stop the terrible pulling ache in her shoulder. Nothing worked.
He laughed, giving the winch another turn, watching as her body stretched, then finally swung free of the concrete floor.
Anne looked around wildly, biting down on the rubber ball as she felt the dreadful ache in her right shoulder turn into something much more intense. Tears flooded her eyes while shocks of pain radiated up and down her arm.
Soon, she was hanging nearly eighteen inches off the floor. Her fingers were becoming icy, the cutting line restricting some of the blood flow.
Anne let out another cry, shaking her head while Bob moved back and scratched an ankle chain from the floor. He examined it carefully before slipping it over her right ankle and cinching it tight.
Anne hardly felt the move, knowing little of what he had planned until she felt him bending her leg back. He bent her leg back more and more until her toes were nearly touching the fingers of her left hand.
Now the weeping woman hung from one wrist, her other arm and ankle tied together behind her. Her left foot hung without support, kicking back and forth, intensifying the pulling agony on her right shoulder.
Anne wished she could faint. "Uhhhh!"
Bob surveyed his work approvingly.
"I'm sure you're enjoying this immensely-at least nearly as much as I am. Now we're going to make sure you're really ours-a kind of mark of Cain, if you will," Reverend Urban said, his lips curling into a grin.
Anne watched as he slipped into the shadows, reappearing with a large portable barbecue pit.
Anne looked down warily, momentarily forgetting about the awful pain shooting through her limbs.
Sticking out from one corner of the barbecue pit was a poker handle. It was electronic, she saw, like most of the things in the Elder Dennis' playroom.
Bob uncurled some black wires, plugged it into a socket and pushed the coals about.
"Here, this might help you," Bob said, stretching his leg forward and kicking a wooden pyramid under her left leg.
It was high enough, Anne could see, that her foot could find a resting place on the rounded point. But she realized that to rest more weight than was necessary would be more painful than hanging by her wrist without support. It was going to be cruelly tantalizing as she swayed in mid-air, watching what this terrible minister was doing.
"Uhhhhh..." Anne twisted on the rope, smelling the burning coals that were starting to smoke.