Chapter 1
"And the word of the Lawd is with you!" Donald Butcher yelled at his congregation. "You cannot escape the word of the Lawd!" He turned, the Bible in his hand, his smooth, good-looking face fired with enthusiasm. "Follow the word, and you shall see salvation!"
The congregation listened to his words as the choir of young, pretty girls started to sing the inspirational hymn. People crowded up to receive the blessing and Donald passed among them, a kind word for each.
To one side, his young wife Tammy stood and admired him from afar. It was almost time for her to give the blessing, and she was trembling as she thought of doing it in front of so many people. They had only just gone on local television, and she wanted to look her best.
She had prepared well enough. Naturally very attractive, she had set her waist-length brunette hair to flow in curling waves over her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a pink outfit she had only bought the day before that made the most of her wonderful figure. There were lacy curls of material over her shoulders, the top was cut low at the back and also at the front.
It wasn't that it was daring or anything. There was more pink lace covering her modestly, even though she did have a wonderful pair of tits that pushed out her little bra and made the front of the lace heave with religious fervor every time she breathed. The outfit was cut tight at the waist, reaching down toward her thighs in more pink ruffles. Underneath it was a tight sheath skirt that came, to her knees and had a slit partway up her thigh. That was the bit that worried her, for the slit almost reached the tops of her stockings, and to reveal them would be utterly disgraceful. She had shown the outfit to Donald before she wore it and his eyes had flamed with that light that always made her nervous.
"Honey," the evangelist had said, "you look wonderful, a treat for the Lawd."
Still, Tammy was worried. There had been whispers about her being too beautiful for a minister's wife, even one about to hit the big time like Donald. Her wide-spread dark eyes, straight nose and high cheekbones were enough, but some people had said her mouth was too wide and sensual for her position. Tammy shivered at that. The mention of sensuality always made her shiver. If the rumor-mongers knew how pure she really was, they would stop.
It was only because of wifely duty that she let Donald have sex with her. She hated the act, that terrible male organ going into her soft body. At least, Donald was fast. He only took a minute or less to shoot that horrible stuff into her. The idea of men that Tammy had heard of, who could do it for hours, made her nearly faint with horror. She'd die with a man like that.
Before she knew it she had to come forward, eyes down, to the mike and say the blessing. Her legs were a little unsteady in her five-inch pink heels, and she held the mike stem hard. The members of the congregation were all around her, staring at her, but she managed to say the words and pull back in the glare of the light and the hard camera eyes. She was shivering again, and now she wasn't sure she wanted to share the fame that Donald was starting to get.
"Well, honey, whaddya think of that?" Donald chuckled as they drove home.
"Very nice," Tammy said, pulling the pink dress down over her knees.
"Contributions up, audience up-hey, I'm going places!"
"Yes, that's wonderful," Tammy said softly.
"I got big ideas, honey, big ideas," Donald said, putting his hand on her knee. "Maybe tonight, honey, it's been almost a month."
His voice hoarse with lust, his fingers playing with her lower thigh.
Tammy was about to protest. After all, they had just been in church, and sex-even between husband and wife-was still dirty, whatever they said. But it had been a month, and it was her duty.
"Yes, darling," she said, "tonight."
Donald gasped and his hand tightened on her knee before he withdrew it and drove them the rest of the way home.
Tammy knew there was something wrong as they turned into the driveway. It was a big house, one they had been able to afford with Donald's growing success, and it still made Tammy feel guilty. She kept remembering all the biblical words about poverty, and here they were living in this mansion. But it wasn't that that scared her. It was something brooding about the place. She shrugged it off as Donald opened the door and they went in.
"I'll just get us a drink to relax, honey," he said, "and then-"
Sitting in one of the chairs in the main room with a very large glass of cognac in his hand was a tall, strong-faced man with fair hair and blue eyes. Sitting on the arm of the chair, pouting at him, swirling a finger in his hair was a very pretty, dark-haired girl Tammy recognized instantly as a slut. The girl had on a short blue dress that showed plenty of flesh above her blue stocking tops. The dress was open to show the cleavage of a large pair of tits, and her dark eyes drank in Donald and Tammy with obvious amusement. On either side of the man in the chair were two other men, one of medium height, balding, with a massive chest. He was between Donald and the door before either he or Tammy could move. And there was a tall dark man, standing and watching lazily, a glass of cognac in his hand, obviously very amused by Donald's fear.
"What are you ... who are you?" Donald gasped, turning to see that his escape was blocked. "Where are the guards?"
"We gave them a couple of days off, fully paid," the man in the chair said.
"Get out of my house!" Donald yelled, a note of hysteria in his voice.
The man laughed gently and ran his hand over the dark-haired girl's thigh. "Let me tell you why we're here."
"Just get out!"
"Don't you want me to talk about your tax returns for the last four years?" the man said.
Suddenly Donald trembled and stared at the man. "Who are you?"
"Never mind," the man said. "Now, we know what's been going on, money transferred into your own accounts, spent on this and that, you know."
"Honey, what is this?" Tammy moaned.
"Nothing, dear," Donald said, trying to smile.
"So we worked out that you owe the government over twenty thousand dollars." The man stopped to smile again. "But, what the hell, we're not gonna make you give that to the IRS. No, we figure that if you give it to us, then we'll forget to tell them. You know, with all the details." He picked up a thick folder and showed it to Donald. "The girls in Dallas-remember them?"
"You can't do this," Donald said weakly.
"Well, I tell ya something," the man said, leaning back again. "We all reckon that a weekend of fucking your wife would be easily worth twenty thousand dollars. So we figure that if you give her to us, then we'll call it even."
"Wh-what?" Donald whispered.
"Twenty thousand or her," the man said, pointing at the shivering Tammy.
"Honey, please, what's going on?" Tammy moaned.
"Yes, that's it, yes!" Donald gasped, twisting his foot on the carpet. "Yes! I don't have twenty thousand, yes, take her!"
"What? Donald, honey, how could you?" Tammy screamed, her hand over her lovely mouth. "You know how I hate..."
"Darling, for me, for the ministry," Donald said, rushing up to her, trying to put his arm around her. "It's only for one weekend, and think of the money I'd save. Why, you could even get that really nice dress you wanted, the one-"
"Donald, how could you!" Tammy sobbed in rising horror, staring at her husband, pushing him away. "What kind of a man are you?"
"The nastiest little shit in this part of the world," said the man in the chair, getting up, patting the dark-haired girl on the thigh. "You know, Donald, I knew you were a real ass-hole. Only a cunt-faced toad would give his wife over like that. Fuck, you disgust me!"
"You don't understand," Donald muttered, glancing desperately around. "The costs I have, the..."
"And because you disgust us so much, we've got a special punishment for you," the man said. "Okay, Darcie and Paulina, you can come in."
The door to the recreation room opened and two blondes came in. Tammy shivered and moaned, falling back against the wall, her mind spinning from her husband's betrayal and the sight of the women.
They were both blondes, both good looking, almost beautiful. One of them was much harder faced, her dark eyes staring at Donald as she advanced toward him. Her lips were tightly pursed and the nostrils of her straight nose flared with anger. She wore her hair piled up on her head.
The other woman wore her blonde hair curled over her shoulders. She waited for everything the other woman did, her softer face very like the dominating one but her lips more open, almost submissive.
But it was the clothes the women wore that made both Donald and Tammy shudder. The first one wore a tight black leather dress with a zipper down the front, already open to below her swelling tits. It was tight at the waist and flared over her ass, the hem ending well up her thighs, just below the tops of a pair of black leather, spike-heeled boots that covered her shapely legs like a second skin. On her head she had a black cap, pulled low over her eyes. Her assistant wore a more feminine outfit, though it was also black. A lacy dress clung to her body as tightly as the leather one to the first woman's. Black stockings and six-inch-heeled open shoes completed the outfit.
But the real terror was that both the women carried whips, long curling whips that lay in their hands with practiced skill.
The first woman strode close to Donald.
"You little shit," she said and spat in his face.
"What are you doing? Leave my house," Donald said weakly.
"Over to you, Darcie," the man said as he sat back in his chair.
"Thank you, Michael," the dominating blonde said. "On your knees, you disgusting slug!" she snapped at Donald.
"No, no! What are you doing?" Donald asked, backing up toward the door and the massive, barrel-chested man.
The whip cracked inches from Donald's nose and he stopped, trembling all over. Tammy stared at her husband who seemed to have lost all his self-assurance, everything that made him a man.
The other woman tossed her whip to Donald, and he dropped it on the carpet.
"Pick it up!" Darcie snapped. "I don't want you going around saying two women beat you with whips when you didn't have one. Go on, shit-face!"
Donald trembled as he reached down and picked the whip up. "But I don't know how to use it."
"Learn, cunt-face. Now, attack me-or get on your knees."
Darcie stepped back a bit. Donald hesitated, his face red and flushed, his eyes flicking around helplessly. Then, with a scream, he rushed at Darcie, the whip lashing through the air.
Darcie slid the swinging whip tail over her shoulder, side-stepped and lashed Donald across the back as he stumbled past. He yelled and lost his balance, falling to the carpet. Before he could turn, the whip was cutting across his back and into his shoulders. He screamed, tried to turn, put his hands over his face as the whip continued to flick in over his body, lashing him through his expensive suit. But the whip went on and he backed up, screaming in pain until he was crouched against the wall, sobbing and shivering.
"Fuck, what a wimp," Darcie said in disgust and turned away, tossing Donald her whip.
Before he could pick it up, the other woman was standing over him, her legs spread, her whip back in her hand.
"Your turn," she said.
"No mercy, Paulina," Darcie urged.
"Don't worry, not with this one," Paulina snarled.
Very slowly, Donald got up, terror all over his face. He held the whip up and rushed at Paulina, screaming as he had before.
Paulina tripped him and had her whip wound around his neck before he hit the floor. He gagged and pulled at the leather, but Paulina rammed her spiked heel against his back and pulled on the whip, tightening it around his neck.
From her place near the wall, crouching, terrified out of her mind in her pink outfit, Tammy could see that Paulina wasn't wearing any panties. Her skirt was up until the creamy white of her upper thighs and ass were visible. It added a terrible note of depravity to the whole nightmare.
"Get your pants off," Darcie demanded, standing over Donald, lashing him on the ass with her whip.
He screamed and jerked, but he jerked up into Paulina's spiked heel and subsided at once, moaning softly.
"Do it," Darcie said.
Donald grabbed for his belt, undoing it, his face pressed into the carpet, his neck wound with the whip.
"Now your jacket," Darcie said as Donald finally struggled out of his pants.
They let him stand up for that. With the whip still around his neck, and the other one curled and waiting, he stripped off his jacket, shirt, shoes and socks. Finally it came to his underwear, and he whimpered as he slid them down his pale, spidery legs. Then he stood naked, and Tammy could see that he really was a wimpy specimen. She'd never really looked at his body before. He disguised his flabby body in the well-cut suits that he paid for with the money the faithful sent him.
"Fuck," Darcie said, striding around the sniveling preacher. "Not much to work with." She took hold of Donald's limp cock and pulled at it, getting a moan from him. "How big does 'this thing get, honey?" she asked Tammy. "Or don't you ever look? God wouldn't like you to look, huh?" She laughed and squeezed Donald's balls until he gave a strangled moan and fell to the floor. "Come on, you shit-faced pimp! Come and learn how to serve two mistresses!"
She giggled at her own joke as Paulina heaved on the rope. Darcie whipped Donald's naked ass as he struggled across the floor, his hands trying to pull at the whip around his neck while he crawled and gasped. They dragged him through the door into the recreation room and closed the door. It was a heavy door and his scream was muffled as it slammed shut.
Tammy stood and shivered in terror against the wall. Suddenly her lovely pink outfit seemed to outline every curve of her lovely body for their disgusting eyes. She could see how people might think her body was sexual now, not just beautiful. She tried to cover herself. From beyond the doors came a faint slap of a whip and a muffled scream from Donald.
"You heard what hubby said," Michael chuckled, still sliding his hand over the dark-haired girl's thigh. "We get you now."
"No, no, please!" Tammy gasped, trying to sink into the wall. "You don't understand my husband. He meant..."
"He meant that money means more to him than you do," Michael said. "Now, we're gonna have you anyway, so why don't you get up on the table and take that lovely outfit off?"
"No, no! We have people coming around, and they'll tell the police. Let me go!"
Michael laughed. "We checked. You're taking a few days off, right? No interruptions? Right? So cut the shit and get up on the table."
They knew all about their plans to be alone for a few days. Tammy hadn't been too pleased about the idea, since it would mean that she'd have to give Donald more sex than usual. But that was nothing beside the horror facing her now.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, n trying to gain time.
"Show her, Carla," Michael said.
The sexy little dark-haired girl got up off the chair arm and paraded out into the middle of the room, showing her body off with each pace. Standing up, she looked even better than she had on the chair arm, and all three men were paying full attention to her long legs, tight waist and swelling tits.
"Don't you know how to take clothes off?" Carla sneered at Tammy.
Grinning, her lips in a sensual pout, she opened the button of her dress that held the material over her tits. The lacy cups of her little blue bra came into view as she moved on down, opening the dress to her waist. Parading around, making sure the men saw it all, she slid her belt off and then worked the shoulders of the dress down her arms, revealing her luscious figure inch by inch.
"Slowly, bitch," she told Tammy. "Give them a good show."
She stepped out of the dress, holding it up over her legs until she was ready to drop the flimsy little nothing on the thick carpet. Then she took hold of her tits in the little uplift bra, playing with them, sashaying around, showing the men every curve of her body in nothing but her bra, panties and stockings.
She paraded back to the chair and sat on the arm. Then she did something so disgusting that Tammy almost threw up. She opened her thighs and ran her fingers over the tight material of her panties, just where it covered her pussy. Tammy turned away in horror.
"Say no," Car la whispered. "I wanna hear you scream."
Tammy shuddered and looked around at the three men. There was no doubt that she was in for some terrible horror. The barrel-chested one stood spread-legged by the door, his arms crossed, the most terrible cock-bulge in the front of his pants. The third one took a sip of the cognac and smiled nastily at Tammy, his eyes all over her.
"On the table," Michael said from his chair.
"No, no, not that!" Tammy gasped, clutching her little pink top around her tits, wishing she wasn't wearing something so revealing.
"He gives us the money, you give us your body," Michael said. "Now, on the table."
"No, please!" Tammy gasped, then screamed as the barrel-chested man grabbed her from behind. "No, stop it!"
She screamed as he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and hustled her to the edge of the long table that held all their religious magazines, inspirational tracts and such.
"Yeah, on the edge, Luis," Michael said.
The barrel-chested man chuckled as he pushed Tammy face-down over the edge of the table. Tammy screamed and struggled helplessly, but he pushed her farther onto the hard wooden surface, forcing her legs open around the table corner.
"Nooo, please, I'll get you the money!" Tammy pleaded in vain.
Her tight sheath skirt was threatening to tear as her legs were forced wider open on the table edge. The material was light and she knew it wouldn't hold for long. Apart from that, bending over was pulling the hem up above her knees and also pushing her wonderful, shapely ass out.
"Get her hand, Noel!" Luis yelled, holding Tammy down with one enormous hand.
He held her where the folds of the outfit fell away, and Tammy squirmed at the feel of his hard hand in her naked back. But that was nothing to the horror that then started for the helpless preacher's wife.
Noel grabbed her right hand and slipped a pair of handcuffs over her wrist. He pulled on a rope that reached from the other ring to the cuffs, and her arm was pulled out along the table top until her body dragged after it.
Her legs were spread wider open, the slit of her skirt ripped along the seam a little, and she sobbed as she felt Luis's enormous cock pressing into the crack of her ass. Even through his pants and her skirt and panties, she could feel the massive thickness of the man's prick. Shivers of horror passed through the helpless wife.
Noel took her other hand, cuffs went around her wrist and the rope pulled out until she was pulled along the table, her arms aching, the cuffs biting into her wrist. Tammy kicked and wept, but Luis was still leaning on her.
"Knock it off, cunt," he snapped and slapped Tammy across her heaving ass.
"Aaahhh!" Tammy screeched as the pain rushed through her body. His hand was hard and the impact really hurt. "Don't do that!"
He laughed and Tammy screamed as Noel took hold of one of her ankles and slid a rope around it.
"No, please, you can't!" she sobbed, but the rope went around a table leg and Noel took her other, slim, shapely ankle.
Noel pulled the ropes around two of the table legs, spaced wide apart. Then he paced back a little and tugged on them. Tammy screamed in horror, for the ropes rasped around the table legs and stretched her legs open harder while her high heels pulled the delicious curves of her legs into even more alluring shapes. The slits on her skirt tore a little more and the tops of her pink stockings could be seen, stretched tightly on her long legs. The corner of the table pressed into her pussy through the tight skirt, and she groaned at the horror she faced. She managed to turn her head and look down. The outline of her suspender straps and clips were clearly outlined in the stretched material of her skirt.
"Fuck, I can't stand this," Luis grunted, running his hands over Tammy's tight ass. "I gotta have something!"
"You horny fucker," Michael chuckled.
Tammy screamed as she saw that he had a thin rod in his hand. It trembled as he moved and made her sick to look at.
"That's the trouble with Luis," Michael went on, ignoring Tammy's staring eyes. "He's just gotta have it. Take Carla, Luis. She's always up for a cock."
Carla purred and paraded up to the side of the table, right in the view of Tammy's terrified eyes.
"Honey," she purred to Luis, "you wanna take my bra and panties off?"
"Yeah!" Luis growled as he worked his jeans off.
His eyes scanned Carla's lovely body. He almost ripped his lumberjack shirt and boots away. Then he pulled his briefs off, in Tammy's view, and she fell back to the table top, sobbing in horror.
"Don't worry, honey, you'll get a shot at it," Michael said.
Luis's cock was massive, nine inches of thick fuck-meat at least, and as thick as Tammy's wrist. The idea of being fucked by that monster sent Tammy into shivering spasms of horror. She vowed that she would rather die than take that thing in her soft little cunt.
But Carla was drooling as she ran her hand over the guy's massive prick. "Urrhh, baby, come on," she purred.
And Luis did just that. His brutal hands went to Carla's little quarter-cup bra and pulled. The clasp ripped at once and Carla gave a gurgle of lust, thrusting her big, swelling tits at his hands. She moaned and bent down over the table, her legs spread, her panty-covered pussy waving at Luis. She picked up Tammy's head by a handful of her long brunette hair.
"Watch this, you stuck-up cunt!" she said.
Tammy was forced to watch as Luis came up behind Carla and grabbed her panties.
"This is how real men handle you," Carla said.
The brutal Luis heaved and her panties tore off her ass in one long ripping sound. Luis threw them aside and advanced on Carla's pussy.
"Spank me!" Carla gasped. "Just a bit!"
Luis growled and lifted his massive hand. As Carla drew Tammy's tear-streaked face to hers, he spanked the hot little nympho hard, the sound ringing off the walls.
"Urrrhhmmm!" Carla gasped, her ass heaving as a red blush spread over it. "Ohhh, I just love it!" Another six hard slaps landed on her ass and she moaned and gasped at each of them, her body lurching for more. "Uuuhhh, baby, give it to me!"
"Bitch!" Luis gasped as he spanked Carla with his enormous hard hand. "Fuck, that's enough."
He gripped her tossing, red ass-cheeks. His thick cock ran over the entrance of her tight little cunt and he pushed.
"Urrrhhh, yesss!" Carla gasped as his thick fucker slammed into her hot wet cunt. "Come on, fuck the shit outa me, honey, yeaaahhh!"
The two of them clung together, heaving on the table top, Luis's cock fucking into the depths of Carla's spasming cunt.
"Now it's your turn," Michael said, appearing in Tammy's field of vision again. "You just tell me when you really want to get up on the table and strip for us."
"No, I won't! You can't, please, no!" Tammy screamed. "You can't force me, I won't, no, I'll never do it!" Her stockinged legs shook in her high heels.
"Oh, you will, you'll beg me," Michael chuckled.
Noel pulled on the ropes harder and Tammy wailed as her legs were stretched even farther apart and the slit of her skirt tore just a little more. She tried to hid her ass as she craned her neck and felt Michael running the horrible rod over her tight flesh. But the movement rammed her pussy into the table edge, and that felt so obscene that she stopped and lay there, sobbing while Carla moaned and gasped beside her as Luis reamed her sucking cunt out.
"Now, you just beg to strip when you're ready," Michael said softly.
"Never, no, never!" Tammy screamed. She sobbed and stared along the table top, determined not to give in. From the other room, she heard another faint scream from her husband.
But then there was a slight swishing soundand the most terrible agony she had ever known burst out of her stretched ass-cheeks.