Chapter 11

I rushed back up to Cindy, dying to tell her the good news. She was dressed and doing some cleaning as I flung the door open and jumped on her, forcing her onto the bed. She didn’t fight back, laughing as I sat on her, letting me pin her down.

‘Am I clever girl of what?’ I asked, now holding her arms.

‘You’re a very clever girl, I’m sure of it.’ She replied, smiling up at me.

I told her everything Ben had agreed and what I had refused, leaving nothing out. She listened with great interest, still smiling as i lay down on top of her, kissing her. We kissed for a minute before I rolled off her and asked her what she thought.

‘I can’t believe it, we’re gonna have a place of our own and I’m not gonna be a whore anymore. Does this mean you own me now? Am I worth fifty bucks?’ She asked, pretending to look indignant.

‘Yes and no,’ I giggled. ‘You’re all mine, forever, and you’re definitely not worth fifty dollars.’

She looked sad when I said that, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

‘You’re worth ten times that.’ I quickly added, hugging her.

‘That was mean.’ She answered, biting my shoulder.

‘Ouch, that hurt.’ I cried, pulling away.

‘Good, you deserved it.’ She said, leaning into me and kissing it better.

We rolled around on her bed, playing and having fun, life was good at this moment. I was still aroused but there were many things to sort out, no time for sex. Ben had said I could have the room down the hall, it was small but I needed a room for myself, especially when Cindy was with a man. Hopefully, we could spend most nights together but I knew this might be impracticable.

Cindy helped me all morning, cleaning and dragging a half decent mattress from a cupboard downstairs, much to the amusement of Ben and Tom, one of the barmen. We swore at them both for not lending a hand, not that they cared. Ordering a new one was now top of my list. After all our efforts, the room definitely smelled better and was at least habitable, if only just. I wouldn’t like this room but if it meant achieving our goals, so be it. We had some lunch after, both of us very happy with how things were going.

I had to go back to the school and get some things, clothes and such. Also, I had to talk to Jim, the reverend, and tell him what was happening. Not a conversation I was looking forward to. Cindy wanted to come with me but I said no, it was my mess and I would deal with it. I kissed her and left, dreading the next hour or so.

I got to the school and let myself in, Daisy grazing happily in the field. It was cool inside as I began to collect some clothes, only picking those I would need, the rest could wait. I looked around the room and wasn’t unhappy about leaving it. Being at the saloon with Cindy made me much happier and I knew it was the right thing for both of us. Just as I finished filling my bag, I heard a horse outside, then footsteps. My heart jumped as I waited to see who it was.

‘I’m glad you’re here, get those clothes off and get on the bed, the lord wants his dues.’

For a second I couldn’t answer him, the memory of him fucking me on Cindy’s bed filling my head. He didn’t wait for an answer anyway, he was on me in a flash, ripping my shirt from my body and grinning like a maniac. I stepped back, my tits now on display.

‘I work for Ben ... he ... owns me now. I ... I sing for him and he says no one can touch me, I have his protection and I can’t teach here.’ I spluttered, just standing there.

He took no notice, just pushed me onto the bed and pulled my pants down, leaving me totally naked. I tried to speak again as he began undressing but couldn’t, my mouth moved but no words came out. Within seconds he was naked, too, his big cock hard and pointing at me.

He then stood there, looking down at me, his expression different now, he was thinking.

‘You work at the saloon and you can’t teach, what about the children?’ He asked, looking disappointed.

‘Yes, I can’t teach ... but ... uh ... I can help for a week or so, in the afternoons for a few hours until you find someone.’ I told him, his cock still hard as I stared at it.

‘You whore, the devil has truly taken you. Let me give you the lords love before it’s too late, ask me for forgiveness.’ He demanded, looking angry now.

Did he want me to ask him to fuck me, is that what he meant, I wondered, looking at him. I was confused, was he really expecting to ask for it so Ben couldn’t hurt him?

‘I’m ... sorry ... please forgive me.’ I said, hoping he would let me go.

‘You know what the lord wants, there’s only one way he can forgive you and you must ask him.’

He did want me to ask him to fuck me, he really did. He stepped nearer, holding his cock, sperm dripping from the end. I looked at it, still confused, it was so big and I remembered how good I cum with it. I shook my head, too nervous of speaking, just in case I said the wrong thing.

‘You want it, look at those eyes, you want the lord’s instrument inside you, say it, whore.’ He demanded, again.

His words really hit me, was he right, did I want his cock? I looked at him, his eyes drilling into my soul, telling me to accept him, telling me it was the right thing to do. I shook my head, again, this time less convincingly. But there was Something about him, the way he spoke and treated me, excited me, it was so wrong but I couldn’t help feeing something. He then reached down for his pants, picking them up. I thought he was going to put them on and go, a feeling of disappointment suddenly washing over me. But I was wrong, he pulled the thick leather belt from them, wrapping the end of it around his fist and holding it up.

‘The lord has spoken to me, telling me what you want and need, he knows you, he sees you. He has told me to beat you first and once you have what you crave, then he can enter you and save you. Turn over whore.’

I stared up at the belt, shivers running down my spine, not believing what I was seeing. Maybe the lord was speaking to him, telling him what I wanted. How else would he know this, I asked myself, trembling a little. I could feel my nipples getting bigger, aching with excitement, along with my pussy. My body was craving pain, he knew it, we both did. As if on command, I turned over, my face pushing into the pillow, hiding my shame.

‘Let the lord do his work.’ He said.

I waited, biting the pillow, my nipples feeling nice against the cloth beneath me. Then I heard it, the whooshing sound as leather raced through the air. I screamed into my pillow as it crashed down across my bum, my soft skin accepting the punishment. The second landed just as hard, a little lower this time, the pain beyond delicious as it spread to my pussy.

‘ The lord knows you, whore.’ He screamed, another lash landing on my bum.

I began to writhe under his hand, the leather landing continuously on my skin, moans of pure pain and pleasure escaping my mouth as he delivered the lord’s orders. My bum was burning hot but I wanted more, needed more, it was never enough, not for a whore like me.

‘You’re ready now, turn back and receive the lord.’ He commanded.

I did as he said, looking up at him, my face as red as my bum. His eyes were full of madness, he was like a man possessed, but by the devil not the lord. My legs opened as he climbed between them, his big cock throbbing as he thrust into me. I cried out with sheer joy, my legs wrapping around him and pulling him in, no hesitation this time.

He began to fuck me, hard, fast punches. His thick, long cock filling me completely, the friction between our bodies sending me mad with ecstasy. I began to rake his back, my nails digging in and drawing blood. He called me more names but continued with the lord’s work, I was still in need of saving.

His head was next to mine as he put all his weight on me, pinning me underneath his body, adding to my feeling of helplessness and delight. He was grunting loudly, lost in his mission, determined to bring light where there was darkness. And just like yesterday, he was relentless, his power to fuck me like an animal still as amazing, I moaned loudly as he battered my pussy.

As lost in the moment as I was, I still hated him and knew how wrong this was. But part of me loved it even more and that part always seemed to win. I really wanted to kiss him but managed to restrain myself, biting his shoulder instead. This seemed to encourage him even more, his thrusts got harder, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

‘Fuck me, give me your lord.’ I cried, my pleasure level now at critical.

And he did, the lord began to fill my body, it was like an angel was inside me, engulfing me in its arms, spreading to every cell. I called out his name, promising to go to church every Sunday if I could receive this from his servants. The reverend was cumming, too, he couldn’t hold back today, his seed erupting and flooding my cunt.

It felt like boiling oil inside me, prolonging my orgasm, sending me to even higher levels of pleasure, if that was possible. We really were animals, beasts in the jungle, taking nothing but pleasure from the other, it was as ungodly as one could imagine.

We held onto each other, both of us unable to move, that wonderful feeling that made life worth living flowing through our bodies, giving us that deep sense of satisfaction that no other activity could provide. I felt no shame, at least for now, i just wanted this to last for a little longer, reality and the ugliness of my actions could wait.

The reverend was breathing heavy against my ear, his cock still twitching inside me, as hard as it ever was, bringing delicious bolts of pleasure every time it moved. My legs were still around his hips, not willing to let him go yet, making the most of his body before god told him to repent. My fingers stroked his back, an act of contrition maybe, certainly not affection.

This seemed to jolt him back to reality, he suddenly disengaged himself and stood up, looking down at me with disgust. I knew it was coming, he had to pretend it was all my fault, how else could he face himself each morning. His seed was running out of me, pooling on the sheet as I put my fingers to it, scooping some of it up and bringing it to my mouth. He watched with even more disgust as I opened my lips and sucked his sperm from them, swallowing the thick, white substance.

I just smiled and repeated the action, enjoying his flavour, making a show of it, smacking my lips. His cock was still hard, looking so good just above me. I got to my knees and moved toward it.

‘Shall I clean you, Jim?’ I asked, very submissively.

He didn’t answer, so I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking it, cleaning it of all my juices, treating it with care and love. He let me, taking my hair and holding me as he pushed himself down my throat, making me gag.

‘Whore, clean the lord’s instrument, wipe your filth from my skin.’ He called, now fucking my mouth.

I relaxed my throat, trying to accommodate his size as he pushed harder and harder. He was going to fuck me until he came again, I could tell. I held onto his legs, trying to breathe between his thrusts, enjoying his big cock, wanting him to cum in my mouth.

‘Fucking whore, fucking cunt.’ He shouted.

At least he was consistent, I thought, choking as he suddenly held his cock in my throat, his sperm shooting straight down into my tummy. He held me, not letting me go as his cock stopped me from getting any air. I tried to move but couldn’t, he was too strong, he was suffocating me, enjoying my struggles.

My nails were digging into his legs, trying to make him release me but to no avail, he wanted me dead, I thought. As hard as I fought, I couldn’t escape, darkness was now enveloping my mind, I would soon lose consciousness.

I was back on the bed, coughing and gasping for breath, my throat hurting from where his cock was lodged. It took me a few minutes to come to my senses, I had fainted from lack of air, that bastard had choked me almost. He was standing next to the bed, dressing, threading his belt through the rings on his pants, looking at me with contempt.

There was no point in saying anything, he wasn’t a man who cared about anything other than his own thoughts, that was obvious. I lay there and watched him, my breathing getting back to normal as he finished tightening his belt. He was still looking at me, his eyes roaming over my body, enjoying how I looked. I was beautiful and we both knew it, he liked fucking me, regardless of his religion.

His desire for me made me feel better, he was no different to any other man, even if he did hide it behind the church. I turned over and showed him my bum, the welts bright red across my cheeks, feeling very warm. He looked at them and smiled.

‘You like how they look?’ I asked him.

‘All whores should be marked, to let others know they are not clean or fit for decent society.’ He told me, contempt back in his eyes.

‘Fuck you. You are the whore, taking me like you did.’ I spat, my own anger now showing.

‘I do as the lord tells me, I am his instrument and nothing more.’ He said, turning and leaving.

‘Fuck you.’ I shouted after him.

I got up and looked in the mirror, appalled at the state of my bum, It was red all over, deep red lines everywhere. How on earth was I going to explain this to Cindy? She would not understand, that was for sure. I walked around the room, looking in the mirror as I did, enjoying how I felt, more than satisfied from the reverend’s fucking. God, he was such a cunt but boy could he fuck. I thought.

We never even discussed the school or me leaving, fuck, i thought, admiring my hard nipples in the mirror. I ran my hands over my body, my skin still sensitive from James, enjoying the feeling, wishing he was still here, abusing me, beating me with his belt.

‘Noooo, shut up, Mary.’ I shouted at the mirror, turning away.

James was standing in the door, looking at me, a smug grin on his face. I gasped with shock, frozen as I looked back at him, not knowing what to do.

‘I came back to tell you to be here for the school tomorrow afternoon, you can take classes this week in the afternoons, explain to the children why whoring is better paid than teaching.’ He told me, still smiling.

‘Oh, ok. I’ll be here at one, if that’s ok?’ I answered, my arms by my side.

‘Why are you still undressed and touching yourself in the mirror?’

I could feel myself blushing, embarrassed by my behaviour, knowing it reinforced his belief that I was a whore. I didn’t answer him, I just looked at him, his eyes holding mine, not letting me look away.

‘Do you want the lord inside you again, saving your soul?’ He asked, his hand on his bulging cock.

‘I think I’m beyond saving, don’t you?’ I answered, not knowing what I wanted.

He started taking his belt off, looking very serious now.

‘Yes, I think you are. Bend over the table, I’m going to beat the whore out of you.’

‘Please, I can’t go back to the saloon with marks all over me, everyone will know and Ben might get angry. Just fuck me, let the lord into my soul that way.’ I pleaded.

He walked over to me and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to the table and bending me over it. I didn’t resist, there was no point, he was much stronger than me and the truth was, part of me enjoyed this treatment. I waited for the leather belt to land on my already sore bum, but it didn’t, instead I heard him pulling down his pants.

I looked behind me and saw his cock, it looked so big and hard. God, I thought, is he always ready to fuck?

‘Look away, whore.’ He told me.

I turned my head and looked across the room, waiting for him to fuck me. He moved closer, the tip of his cock now against my pussy, I gasped a little in anticipation. He then buried himself deep inside me, pushing hard and holding still, letting me feel his size and strength. Again, I gasped, louder this time.

He waited, holding my hips, pushing still, though he was as deep as he could go. After a few seconds he pulled back, slowly, the feeling amazing. But instead of plunging back in, he pulled out, leaving me empty, moaning with disappointment. I looked behind me, to see what he was doing but he told me to turn back.

My pussy was twitching now, desperate to be filled, juices running down my thighs. He then moved forward, pressing his cock against my bum hole, moving it in a circular motion, as if teasing me before pushing his head inside. I gasped loudly, not expecting this. He pushed in another inch, then another, my hands gripping the table tightly as his huge cock began to fill me.

He kept on pushing, slowly, filling me inch by inch. The feeling was incredible, he was so big and never had I felt anything like it. It was painful but not as bad as I thought it would be, considering his size. As he pushed ever further into my bum, the pain receded, joined by another feeling, something amazing. It spread from my bum to my pussy, making me push back, wanting more of him in me. I was now acting like the whore he knew I was, completely unable to resist his cock, almost begging him to fuck me.

He was now fully inside me, all nine inches, filling me completely. My hands were pulling at the table, having this man dominate me in this way was beyond my understanding, never had I felt so helpless and out of control. He pulled back, only his head still in me, another grunt escaping my mouth before he pushed back into me. He was fucking my ass and I was loving it, the way he stretched me and scraped my insides was delicious, I wanted more.

‘Oh god, you are the devil. How can it feel so good?’ I cried.

‘Because you are a whore and only whores like it like this. The lord wanted me to see you as you are, the Satan’s disciple. He wants me to show the world the devil’s whores are among us.’

‘Oh yes, I worship the devil, give me some more.’ I begged, not caring what he was saying.

He began fucking me with a madness, smacking my ass as he thrust back and forth, calling me every insult he could think of. But I loved it, the more he shouted the more I liked it, I wanted to be a whore, especially if it meant this much pleasure. I was soon cumming, his cock driving me to another wonderful orgasm, even better than the first one. I screamed in ecstasy, digging my nails into the wood as I bucked wildly beneath this awful man.

He was cumming too, emptying himself inside my bowels, his grunts mixing with mine as we came together, both of us lost in a fog of delight, God and the devil both forgotten as we rode the wave of pleasure. He collapsed on top of me, his warm body feeling nice against my skin. He was breathing heavily, spent by all his exertions, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. For a moment I thought he might say something nice, maybe even kiss me or touch me like a human being.

I waited, unable to move, his cock still buried deep inside my bum, twitching occasionally. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard, making no attempt to dislodge himself. He took my hips, squeezing my skin, pulling his cock out slowly, stopping at the last two inches. I looked back, not caring if he shouted at me. He was looking down at my bum, his eyes wide open, as if in shock at what he had just done.

‘May god forgive you, you truly are Satan’s whore.’ He said, quietly, pulling his cock out and stepping back.

I slid off the table and onto my knees, my body weak from the fucking. I looked up at this man of god, his cock still hard, feeling a little in awe of him, not really understanding my feelings.

‘Thank you, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had. The lord really does work in mysterious ways.’ I answered him, sarcastically, not really knowing what else to say.