The Preacher's Wife in Bondage

CHAPTER TEN

"What the fuck?" Joe blurted.

Reverend Davis stood behind Michael, a terrible grin of satisfaction on his face. Ellen thought she was hallucinating from the pain, shaking her head to clear the awful image in front of her. No. It was all too true. Her husband Michael stood nearly ten feet in front of her, his face ashen with horror and dismay while Joe Crenshaw waved the poker threateningly at the ministers.

"We don't need no Jesus freaks here," he snapped.

Caleb and Adam were dragging Mindy Sue forward and backing up their older brother.

"You don't understand, brothers," Reverend Davis said gently, his eyes rounding with excitement as he stared at the swinging woman in front of him. "I brought her husband here to see what kind of woman she really is. I couldn't remain quiet any longer." His voice was trembling with emotion. "I had to show him. I know, you see." His lips curled back, revealing that awful animal-like row of crooked teeth Ellen remembered even in her darkest dreams. "I once had her. She came to me, and I had her. And later I followed her here. I knew about you boys and her."

Joe Crenshaw looked at the old minister for a moment, trying to figure him out. Then he grinned, recognizing the old man as a fellow pervert.

"Well I'll be! So, you've been fuckin' her too, huh? Probably been beatin' the shit out of her, right?"

"All in the name of the Lord," he said. Michael wheeled around, looking incredulously at him.

"You can call it anything you damned well like, preacher," Joe snarled. "But I've got some business with this bitch yet."

"Michael, please, I can explain," Ellen began, uncertain what she would say.

"Get her down from there!" Michael shouted, his chin trembling.

"Like hell I will!" Joe yelled over one shoulder, swinging the poker around and striking her naked ass with the flat end.

Michael stiffened at the slapping sound, watching his wife's body shiver at the rough blow to her ass. He lurched forward, his hands gripping the older Crenshaw by the shoulder and flinging him to the floor. Ellen screamed, surprised by her husband's strength. Mindy Sue started to make a break for the door in the resulting confusion. But Adam cuffed her hard across the chin, knocking her silly.

The two youngest Crenshaws rushed forward, grabbing Michael under the arms and dragging him back while Joe scrambled back to his feet. He looked darkly at the younger minister, his fingers curling into fists while Reverend Davis gazed heavenward and muttered a few prayers.

"Hell, no. I ain't gonna dirty my hands with the blood of no preacher," Joe said, swing at Ellen. "But he's gonna watch what turns on his wife. Hell, I'm even gonna give him a chance to make her happy!"

"Let her go!" Michael begged, his eyes growing moist.

Instead, Joe threw the poker back in the barbecue, stirring the hot coals around once more. Ellen watched as orange and red glowing sparks circled around toward the ceiling, as the poker grew hotter. Her husband stood there over Mindy Sue, his eyes reflecting the horror searing his soul while the elder Crenshaw cracked his knuckles, rocked back on his heels, and checked the progress of the long iron rod impatiently.

Pulling the heated poker from the coals, Joe hefted it in his band, then nodded at Adam and Caleb to drag Michael forward. The preacher protested, struggling against the rough hands shoving him toward Ellen. The woman watched as Joe grabbed Michael's right hand and shoved the rod in it. Still holding onto her husband's arm, he drew it forward, the red glowing tip of the rod only inches from her belly.

"She's been fuckin' me," Joe hissed in Michael's ear. "She's sucked my brother's dick. We pissed on her, then strung her up like this and knocked the slut around. She's even been fuckin' around with that babblin' old fool there. And she likes it rough, man. She really likes it. Why don't you show the bitch what you think about that?"

Ellen's eyes widened as she saw Michael set his jaw firmly, his fingers tightening around the wrapped handle of the poker. The tip glowed near her belly.

"Bitch!" Michael snarled as he jabbed the poker just below her right tit.

Ellen shrieked, her head snapping back as she felt her skin burning and sizzling under the singeing heat. She could smell her flesh burning as she kicked helplessly against the bonds holding her ankles together.

Michael pulled the rod from her chest, holding the now-graying tip of the poker up to her eyes. Ellen choked, her throat tightening while her heart skipped a beat. Was he going to blind her, burn out her eyes as the old kings had done to enemies in the Bible? She shuddered as she looked at her angry husband with growing terror.

"No, don't…"

"You made me look like a fool, sleeping around! And especially with… with him!" Michael shouted, jerking his head in the direction of the still-mumbling Reverend Davis. "You won't ever do this again!"

"That's tellin' the slut, man. Caleb, let's cut her down now," Joe said.

Ellen couldn't frame a response in her mind, watching as Caleb untied the pole above her head, snapping the bonds and sending Ellen crashing to the floor in a heap. Then he untied the bonds holding her ankles together, stepping back and giving her a sharp kick in the ass.

So terrified was Ellen that she didn't even feel that blow. Michael tossed the poker to the floor with a clatter, his eyes hooded as he peered down at his naked wife, then he brought back one leg and kicked his booted foot into her belly. Ellen let out a whooshing sound, rolling over onto her side while grasping her belly. She drew her knees up to her tits, barely hearing the scream of Mindy Sue behind her.

Reverend Davis and Adam had decided to attack the young girl together. The old man's trousers were puddled around his skinny ankles while he held her jutting hipbones with both hands. Blinking her eyes clear, she caught sight of the minister humping his thighs up against the girl's ass. Mindy Sue's face was flushed, a trickle of blood oozing from her upper lip while her eyes widened. Reverend Davis was fucking her in the ass while Adam was getting ready to ram his cock up her cunt. Ellen turned away, drawing one hand over her lips and fearing what they were going to do with her.

"So, preacher-man, what do you think of your fuckin' holy wife now?" Joe asked.

"Gimme that!" Michael snapped.

Joe grinned, handing the minister a gagging ball he had been rolling absently in his hand. Ellen stared at her tormentors as her husband shoved the red rubber ball deep into her mouth. It rolled up behind her teeth, prying her mouth so wide apart that her jaw ached. Michael stretched the two black leather straps around her head, fastening them behind her skull while Reverend Davis continued fucking Mindy Sue's ass. Ellen cried behind the gag, tasting the awful mix if spit and rubber washing down her throat. Taking her by the neck, Michael jerked her up from the floor, his fingers bruising her throat while his eyes burned with a hellish fire that made her tremble. Throwing her back down onto her ass, he started reaching for his belt. Joe held up his right band, reaching around to a small cat dangling from the wall and pulling it down.

"Here. She's into bigger and better things," Joe laughed.

Michael reddened at the words, then set his jaw firmly as he wheeled around on his heels and glared down at his wife. Ellen drew her hands back, crawling toward the door as she heard Mindy Sue shriek in pain. Both were fucking her now.

Michael cracked the cat high in the air, then brought it down against Ellen's burned, scarred belly. The welts and burn marks throbbed more agonizingly as the nine leather thongs tore into her skin. She shrieked, threw one hand high above her head and started crawling away from her infuriated husband. He brought the weapon back down, the thongs chewing into her taut, fleshy thigh and making her shriek again. She could feel her skin swelling into ugly welts. How her body ached from the burning, the branding, the whipping! Michael spat at her, his face contorted with hate and lust as he snapped the leather thongs in the air, crashing them down this time around her inner thighs.

Ellen screamed, feeling the knotted ends biting into the flesh inches below her cunt. Her legs flew apart obscenely, her thighs rolling lustily as hot sparks bit into her cunt. She could feel her cunt-lips trembling as Michael jerked his right hand up, then brought the cat squarely down on the pulsing, swollen flesh of her gaping pussy.

"Eaghghghghghhhhh!"

Ellen nearly lost consciousness. The pain exploded into something wonderful – hot, biting flashes of incredible goodness singeing her clit the way no flame could! The woman screamed uncontrollably, not even noticing how Mindy Sue, Reverend Davis and Adam had fallen to the floor inches from her rolling head, a mass of fucking, grunting humanity. Trying to scratch the ball gag from her mouth, Ellen felt her husband's hands grabbing at her thighs and jerking them apart. She howled, slapping at him. But Michael was shouting obscenities at her, looking wildly at Joe and Adam.

"You guys want to fuck her?" Michael screamed, throwing the cat in her face. "We'll all fuck her!"

He was out of control, raging with jealousy, anger and humiliation. But something else was out of control as well, that awful dark force Ellen had felt stirring in her so many days ago when the Crenshaws had first abused her. Now, as her husband slapped and kicked her, Ellen could only see that the two of them would be sucked into this wonderful, terrible hole of degradation and sadism together.

"Here… we'll rope her up this way… like I seen in one of them fuckbooks," Joe muttered.

Twisting Ellen around until she lay belly down, Joe and Michael looped twenty-four-inch pieces of line around both ankles and wrists, pulling her up in tandem from the floor and dragging her to a narrow section of the garage where Caleb deliberately fastened the free end of each rope to stakes driven into the walls.

She hung there, her spine concaved painfully toward the floor while her belly sagged. Michael was dropping his pants. Joe and Caleb had already stepped out of theirs. Her tits ached, dangling the way they were, and her nipples throbbed and burned. She had nearly forgotten all the burns and bruises. This would be a new experience. They were going to violate her in strange and wonderful ways. As her husband took a dulled metal spike and began to twist it into her tight asshole, Ellen bit down on the ball-gag and moaned, her face flushed, her pussy burning.

And the minister's wife entered a whole new world of Revelations on her own.