Epilogue
To their anguished despair, Jennifer Danton and Candy Winston "stood up" in front of the elderly preacher the very next afternoon after their capture and punishment by the Night Riders, and wanly and faintly stammered "Yyes" when asked if they would take Sheriff Ted Hawkins and his nephew as their respective husbands. The very men who had brutalized them and Delia and Lucille were there, properly dressed and of course unmasked, to act as wit nesses and to kiss the brides. For Jennifer and her niece, it was the beginning of a degrading martyrdom. For, as Sheriff Ted Hawkins genially ordered, "G'wan, you boys, we ain't jealous none, Phil'n me. Kiss 'em all you want, 'n if you wanna cop a coupla free feels of their asses and tits, we won't hold it against ya none, will we, Phil boy?"
But that night, while both captive brides timorously awaited the wedding night, Sheriff Hawkins had still another surprise to augment their suspense-filled anguish. "You broads got purty badly marked up from that switchin'," he affably announced, "so Phil'n me aren't gonna fuck you or horse around much withcha tanite. Jist you peel down raw now, though, 'n thank us fer being so considerate. Hell, we're jist as hep in Kentley as dem city folks who fool around all night before they put it inta a girl's cooze, haw haw haw!"
When Jennifer and Candy blushingly and tearfully begged for mercy, Sheriff Hawkins scowled, then began to loosen his heavy leather belt. They needed no further encouragement. Soon they were both naked, and, at his order, kneeling side by side, hands clasped behind their quivering backs.
"Now you jist blow us both, gals," he commanded, zipping down his fly and presenting the aghast former dominatress with his swollen prick. "Phil, boy, make your little wifie take care of you the same way. Best thing is to start a new wife off so she knows who's boss, see?"
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"Sure, Uncle Ted," the gangling towheaded youth grinned as he opened his fly and exhibited his virile prong. "Git with it, Candy honey!"
Candy, with a sob, closed her eyes and submissively began her now marital duties, while Jennifer, livid with shame and revulsion, was compelled to suck her husband's spunk downbeing warned not to spit out a single drop if she didn't want her ass whaled to a frazzle. Then, after licking their husbands' organs clean, the naked women were permitted to go to sleep alone.
But that surprising leniency was only a prelude to what Ted Hawkins and his nephew had in store for them. Two nights later, again compelled to strip naked, it was evident that the marks of their flogging had faded. The Sheriff then gloatingly commanded, "Jennie gal, go bring me that big wooden hairbrush from my bedroom dresser 'n git back here fast if you know what's good for you."
Biting her lips, the svelte dominatress was about to obey when he added, "Hey, put on yer boots 'n gloves first, though. But that's all, savvy? Now shake ass, bitch!"
Phil Hawkins grinned at the squirming, apprehensive naked Candy. "I'm gonna be nice to you, bitch," he told the dark-brown-haired young woman. "I'm jist gonna use my hand to warm your fanny. But you better give me a real good fucking, or I'll take the skin off with Uncle Ted's belt after that, git me?"
"Y-yes," Candy moaned.
Her head rocked back as he came over to her and slapped her face viciously. "Yes what, bitch?" he snarled.
"Y ... yes ...'s ... sir-"
"Master! That's what I wantcha to call me from now on."
"Hey, that's good, boy, that is! I knew I was doin' the right thing when I madeja my deputy-hey, Jennie-" as Jennifer Danton just entered the living room, face scarlet and downcast-"you call me master too'n don't fergit it. Now gimme that hairbrush and jist you git your ass up over my lap fast!"
And soon Jennifer Hawkins was wailing and kicking, begging like a child for mercy as the hairbrush rapidly rose and fell with emphatic, noisy whacks all over her reddening bare bottom as her leering husband, his left hand gripping her gloved wrists, administered a lengthy and agonizing spanking. However, Candy, across the lap of her young husband who sprawled in a deep thickly upholstered armchair across the room, was faring little better. His left hand gripping the scruff of her neck, Phil spanked her rounded creamy behind with the full strength of his right arm till soon she too was screaming for mercy and promising to be a good wife.
Then their real wedding night began. Mounted over the sobbing Jennifer, Ted Hawkins fucked her ruthlessly, while poor weeping redbottomed Candy was obliged to mount astride her young husband as he sat in the chair and squeezed her panting titties....
It's October now, and Delia Henshaw and Lucille Emory are still instructresses at Jennifer's former school. Only now, it caters to wealthy tourists and customers from the surrounding area-those who can afford it, of course. And because Sheriff Ted Hawkins is a broadminded man, there are nights when he orders his subdued, obedient wife Jennifer to go to his nephew's room and "give my nephew a good fucking, you hear, Jennie gal, and I better not hear any complaints from him either, git me?" And on those occasions, to be sure, young Phil Hawkins gives his docile and fearful young bride Candy similar instructions on how best to please his virile cocksmith of an uncle.