The Preacher's Wife in Bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Ellen Weathersby sat quietly in the pew of her husband's church, her mind alive with the images of hell that her husband was expounding in front of her. "The pain, my children, the pain of a bee sting is magnified a thousand, no, one million times in hell. Think of it!"

She was, and her mind was alive with pictures that would have made her husband weak. Ellen moved her pert ass back against the stiff back of the pew, feeling every inch of her body alive with the forbidden lust her husband raved against. When he began talking once more of the ropes and gags the devils used, Ellen closed her eyes, pressing her knees tightly against one another, feeling her cunt grow hot and wet between her shivering white legs.

"God help me, God… God help me," she whispered, her moist lips moving slightly as her cuntal walls buckled under the increased sexual heat. Opening her eyes, she turned and saw several old women nodding approvingly at her haunted whisper. If they only knew what she really wanted! The thought of being naked and vulnerable while rough and rowdy men fucked her sent shivers racing up and down the blonde woman's tense thighs.

Ellen shifted her position uneasily on the wooden bench, tucking her legs under the pew and biting her pouty lower lip to regain some control over herself. It was wrong – dreadfully wrong – to have these thoughts drifting through her mind. She tried concentrating on the words thundering from her tall husband behind the pulpit. But all Ellen could think of was those big-cocked studs of her fantasies laughing at her, pointing at her as they pressed their boots against her face and ground her into the dirt.

"Oh…"

Drawing a flowered handkerchief and pressing it to her trembling lips, Ellen quickly edged her way from the pew and walked briskly from the church. The rub of her swollen cuntlips against her clit made her knees shaky. It was a miracle, she thought as she inhaled the cool evening air, that she hadn't collapsed there in the doorway. Michael, her husband, still blasted away at the evils of the flesh – while Ellen could only crave them. Had he noticed her leaving? The attractive blonde clutched her black leather purse and shook her head, feeling the world closing in on her. No, she doubted he had seen her leave.

Ellen was feeling trapped as she hurried down the darkening road, her heels making sloshing sounds against the loose gravel. They were trapped out here among boring people whose lives were defined by the rotating crops and hellfire religion. It was more than she could take.

Walking more slowly now, Ellen began enjoying the feelings rushing through her thighs making them so tender while her cunt throbbed like an opened, festering wound. She was so wet down there. She could feel her panties clinging itchily to her swollen cunt-lips while more and more warm juice seeped from her cunt-hole and wet down her pussy-hairs. God in heaven! How was she supposed to live like this?

In a moment, the woman realized she was some distance from the old clapboard church. She was approaching a low, long house with a rusty tin roof that was sagging badly in the middle. She stopped, her breath catching while one hand fluttered up to her throat.

The Crenshaws!

She had seen them many times – a family of white trash, men who sneered at women and used them cruelly for their own pleasure. People whispered about the brothers saying they were worse than their perverted father who was now in prison for some unspeakable crime. Ellen paused, looking at the dim light seeping through the yellowed shades.

She started to turn around – when the front door suddenly flew open. A half-dozen naked girl rushed screaming from the house, her hands in front of her. Immediately behind her was a bare-chested man. Ellen hid in the shadows, watching as the girl turned toward her and ran as fast as she could. The man was too fast, however, catching up with the screaming girl and grabbing her by the hair.

"Ow! Lemme go, you… no, no, don't!"

"Little fucking slut! What'd you think we was gonna do to you here, huh?"

Ellen winced as she watched him wrestle her to the ground, pulling her up by the hair, at times while kneeing her in the face. That was Joe Crenshaw, the eldest of the bunch. He was the dark-haired one, the one with a mustache. The girl was sobbing now, begging him to let her go while he threw her back onto the road and started to raise one leg. He was going to kick her in the face!

"You stop that, Joe Crenshaw, or I'll call the sheriff!"

Ellen had no idea how she'd managed to get the courage to shout that. Joe put down his leg, turning and frowning into the darkness. The girl wasted no time, scrambling out from under him and pulling what was left of her dress over her naked tits. She rushed to the other side of the road, clinging to an old elm tree and trying to regain her breath.

"What the… oh, it's you… the preacher's wife. What the hell are you doin' out here, ma'am?"

Ellen felt her skin grow prickly as she walked forward, smoothing her trembling hands on her white dress. She looked at the trembling girl now. Her mouth was swollen, and bruises around her forehead and neck had just started to show. The Crenshaws – at least this one – had obviously been abusing her for some time. She could smell just the faintest trace of liquor coming from the girl and guessed Joe had managed to lure her into the house with promises of booze – this was a dry county – then jumped her.

"I was out for a walk," Ellen replied, tilting her chin up defiantly. "You've not right to treat this girl that way. Now, you let her go, Joe Crenshaw."

She watched his big fingers curling into two fists and thought for a moment he was going to hit her.

"Thank you, ma'am, thank you," the girl whispered, then she disappeared quickly into the shadows. Ellen watched her run, then turned and started walking back to the church. She would have to talk with her husband about these trashy people.

"Hey, where the fuck you think you're goin? I'm gonna get me some pussy – one way or another. And if it ain't from Mindy Sue, then it's comin' off your sassy ass!"

Ellen wheeled around, her eyes wide while her mouth opened. Never, ever had anyone talked to her that way! She was hardly a prude. But she had always been treated with some bit of respect. She started to say something. But Joe was moving toward her, one hand raised high in the air. She cringed, starting to cry out while drawing one arm up toward her forehead. It was too late. His hand swung down, crashing against her right cheek and nearly shattering the bone. Ellen cried out, her knees buckling as a white-hot pain flashed across her face. She fell backward, her ass bouncing on the gravel while her dress flew up around her waist. She could hear Joe trampling on the gravel, his boots crunching the loose stones as he stood between her splayed legs and peered down at her.

"Help, oh God, help me, somebody!"

"Shaddup!"

He spread his legs, bending down and bringing his right arm back once more. Ellen managed to shake the fuzziness from her throbbing head, reaching back with both hands and craw-fishing back. She could feel the tiny stones stabbing into her thighs, tearing at her juice-dampened panties. Joe followed, bringing his fist down against her face a second time and knocking her completely down onto the gravel.

"No! No!"

Ellen felt his big hands curling around her body, pulling her up from the gravel and dragging her what seemed like miles to the house. She caught brief glimpses of a filthy kitchen, an unkempt living room littered with beer cans, and finally a darkened hall. In a moment she found herself pitched through the air, landing on her side on a musty mattress thrown against one wall. It smelled horrible! She rolled onto her back, digging her heels into the filthy material and looking at Joe while he started unbuckling his belt and staring down at her.

"Fuckin' uppity preacher's wife," he muttered, pulling the belt from his jeans. "You sit there so pretty and prim, not thinkin' about trash like me. Well, I'm gonna heat that butt up for you, and you're gonna think about nothin' else but me, lady!"

"No, you're crazy! You don't know what you're doing!" she cried, her eyes growing wide as she pressed her back against the wall. Joe had the belt in his hand now, looping it and tapping the black leather against his thigh. Leering down, he grabbed a fistful of her bodice, tearing it from her body and leaving her naked tits exposed.

"No!"

Ellen threw her hands up to her tits, the real horror of the situation sinking in finally. She shook her head wildly, closing her eyes while kicking her legs in the air.

Joe cursed, bringing the looped belt down against the right side of her face. Ellen screamed, feeling the hot dry smack that knocked her head to one side. She jerked her hand up to the injured flesh, feeling the stinging skin gingerly while blinking away the tears starting to seep from her eyes.

"Better," he grunted, noticing her calming down. He opened the belt now, trailing the edge over her naked thighs, bringing the leather up to her tits and letting it just touch her nipples. She breathed heavily, her tits rising and falling while fear made her throat tighten. Something else was happening too, something that made her wrinkle up her forehead and tremble in confusion. That hot, tight feeling in her cunt she had endured earlier was growing more and more concentrated. The more she lay there on that dirty old mattress, the hotter she felt, the itchy, tingling sensation around her cunt driving her mad while her thighs ridged in anticipation of… of what?

"Ugh!"

Again the belt came down, this time the pointed tip curling around her thighs and biting into her flesh. Ellen screamed, her head jerking back while her legs flew apart. Joe laughed, reaching toward her and gathering more material of her dress in his hand. He was stripping her, tearing her dress away until he saw her white cotton panties.

"Leave it to the preacher's wife to wear stupid drawers like those."

Ellen ignored the insult, drawing her knees together and pulling her heels back until they pressed against her ass-cheeks. Joe stepped back, cracking the belt with explosive show above her head, each one making the woman jump. She followed the movements of the snake-like belt with terrified eyes, a pulse leaping through her throat as the black leather snapped and bit at the air around her head.

Then he brought it down again, the leather slapping loudly against her flesh and making the preacher's wife jump. Again Joe cocked his muscular arm back, snapping the belt above his head before crashing it down on her left thigh.

"Eahhh!"

It bit so close to her cunt! The hot explosion of heat and pain inches from her pussy made Ellen go into a mini-orgasm! Surprise and shock were evident on her face as she curled her legs up and rolled to her side, trembling against the mattress.

She was dimming, actually having a small climax as wet and gentle as a baby's kiss while Joe whipped her ass with the belt. She could feel the hot sting of the leather through her cotton panties, each blow drawing more and more pleasure from her seepy, hot fuck-hole!

"No, no, no more, no more!"

He stopped. Ellen heard the belt dropping to the floor, then heard the sound of material rubbing against flesh. He was stripping now, getting ready to rape her! She hid her face, moving her legs up until she was curled in a fetal position.

She felt him grab her shoulder, pulling her around until she lay flat on her back.

"Preacher's wife… fuckin' bitch, that's what you are," he said, spitting in her face and knocking her knees apart.

Ellen cringed as she looked up at the huge naked man. His prick caught her eye – a long, thick, eight-inch prick with a fat mushroom shaped head that would surely split her in two. Ellen had never seen a cock this big before, although she had had those wicked, sinful dreams at her husband's side many times before. The juices in her cunt were starting to simmer, seeping from the fuzzy fuck-slit and slicking down her pussy-hairs. She felt him spreading her open, her eyes wide, focused on that long, thick prick that stood straight out from his porn.

"Oh!"

He was touching her cunt now, rubbing his penis back and forth over the puffy, greasy outer pussy-lips until the woman thought she would come apart.

"Goddamned slut! You're hotter than some fuckin' nympho, and you goin' around actin' so fuckin' holy," he sneered, his eyes narrowing.

Joe curled his fingers and grabbed a fistful of her pussy-hair. Ellen's eyes flickered, her spine arching as she felt him tugging tentatively at her cunt-hairs. In a moment he yanked her up, snatching a few of her blonde wiry pussy-hairs.

"Eghghghghgh!"

Ellen screamed as hot shocks of pain ripped through her pussy, the horrid pain making her muscles spasm even more delightfully than before. It was an awful mixture of pleasure and agony that made her entire body shudder. Joe saw it and laughed, bringing his fist down and knocking her knees apart. Once more, his hand was down on her cunt, this time two fingers jabbing into her pussy-slot and shoving in.

Ellen's mouth opened once again, air rushing over her teeth. Her legs were draped over the ratty edges of the mattress, her knees bucking up and down while her ass hammered against the filthy material. Ellen didn't dare close her legs, keeping them wide apart as she felt the man's awful jagged fingernails pinching against her slick cuntal walls.

Joe was breathing harder, twisting his dirty fingers like a drill into her cunt, shoving them down deep until his knuckles were brushing up against her tight, rubbery outer cunt-lips. He laughed cruelly, bringing his other hand down and tangling his fingers into her hair. While he finger-fucked the minister's wife, he jerked her head inches above the mattress, yanking and pulling at her blonde strands until her eyelids fluttered. She cried out again, hot tears rolling down her face while her legs beat against the mattress.

Tiring of the game, Joe pulled his fingers from her pussy and let go of her hair, watching as the woman fell back limply against the mattress and crawled back against the wall.

"Mmmmm, hot pussy. Man, oh man, never thought the reverend's wife could be this hot. You must tie up his cock every night, or…" Joe looked at her with a crooked smile, pushing his fingers through his thick black curly hair. His mustache moved like a small animal over his upper lip. "Or, the old man ain't givin' you no prick. Bet that's it, huh, bitch? That's why you're bubblin' over. Well, old Joe and his brothers'll make sure you ain't never gonna want for no cock no more."

"No, Joe! You're filthy!"

Joe crawled onto the mattress, his prick bobbing up and down like a tree limb in a storm.

"Yeah, nice hot pussy. That's what you got, bitch. You're probably gonna cry when I stick this big mother in you."

Joe bent down, grabbing the belt from the floor and bringing it up to the panting woman. Ellen saw him gripping both ends of the black leather, drawing it up and pressing it first against her shoulders, then sliding it up, up until the smooth end was pushing against her windpipe.

She let out choking, gagging sounds, her fingers scratching at the leather until two nails broke while her legs kicked out spasmodically. Joe was firmly mounting her, however, his fists tightening around the leather strap while he watched the helpless woman struggle, kick and choke under him. Just when Ellen thought she would lose consciousness, Joe relented, sliding the belt from her throat and edging up until his prick was even with her mouth.

"Suck it, slut! Suck this cock and think about all them Bible schools you been in. Talk to the kids about suckin' cock next time," Joe sneered, reaching down with one hand and grabbing her hair again.

Ellen said nothing, feeling him twisting her strands once more until she opened her mouth to scream. It was then she received her first mouthful of cock, the fat cock-head rushing into her mouth and prying her jaw so wide she thought it would break from the pressure. God in heaven, there was little the Good Book had told her about this!