The Preacher's Wife Pt. 15

One of them went around behind me and, using spit as lube, he thrust into me without warning. I took the cock out of my mouth and turned to look at the man behind me, rubbing my ass cheeks to entice him. He began to pound me harder and I turned back to sucking the cock in front of me. That man stayed there, while the others took turns violating my ass. Then, he was gone and another took his place in my mouth.

I had an ever changing selection of cocks in my mouth and ass. I moaned with pleasure as my ass was fucked and worked hard at satisfying the cocks in my mouth. I reached out to the sides and grabbed the two cocks there and began to stroke them while I continued being spitroasted.

Then, the guy in my ass picked me up and placed me on the dais with my face tom the floor and my ass in the air. He climbed up my back and shoved his cock in my ass. One of the other guys came in right behind him and placed his cock at the entrance to my swollen pussy. It was obvious how horny I was because my vagina was so wet that his massive cock slid right in.

They both began to fuck me deeply, driving my face into the floor. Never had I done this and "OH GOD, THANK YOU" I screamed.

They both fucked me with a nice steady rhythm, both forceful and fast, driving me into the floor. I moaned with pleasure.

Then they pulled out and rolled me over and lifted my legs, lifting my ass into the air and began to fuck my ass there but the others gathered around my face, giving me access to go from one to the other until one of them took over and let my head fall back. He climbed over my face and began to fuck my mouth, driving me had into the floor with every thrust.

Not only was my pussy dripping, but so were my tits. Milk was dripping down them in rivulets, which the men began to lick off and suck out of my nipples.

After it seemed that each of them had cum in me at least once, they took my arms and stood me up, leaning against the lectern. The first one began to fuck my ass again. This was definitely a group that liked anal, or maybe they had been given specific instructions.

I remembered back to a similar even where my husband had arranged my ass to be fucked by the men of the church and realized how similar a situation this was. The person I loved punished me by setting me up to be fucked like a whore.

The difference was, now I fully embraced the thought of being a whore. I loved it. I relished it. I knew I could not go back to the good girl I once had been and I knew God did not want me back either. I was turned over to my own mind and it was reprobate.

At this though, I took the cock in my mouth deeper and harder, trying for all I was worth to force this monstrous thing down my fragile throat. I began to pound against the rhythm the cocks in my pussy and ass were establishing.

I milked the cum from them in every hole in every way I could.

Then I felt something new. Fingers were probing my asshole.

"Fuck her, Fist her." the others encouraged.

I tried to squirm away momentarily but was distracted by a cock at my mouth again, so I continued to suck as I felt fingers invading my asshole. There was no pain at first. Certainly these fingers were smaller than the girth of the cocks that had been fucking me.

Then, there was obvious;ly a hand pushing it's way in. There were four fingers and he was alternating hands. It was amazing and painful at the same time. He kept working them, alternately, in and out until suddenly, without warning, he stuck both sets of fingers in. The burning, painful sensation was immediate but I pushed my ass into it anyway.

He continued to work his hands into my ass as I continued to suck each cock presented to me. He was working slowly, methodically to get more and more of his hand in. Then, the rest of the guys were cheering him on. I could feel my ass stretched to what must be its limit, but suddenly it relaxed a bit as his hand solid into my ass. He was fisting me.

Oh my God. I was being fisted. I began to push my ass onto it, helping to shove his fist further into me. He was pushing slowly at first, but gradually gained speed until he was abusing my asshole as it had never been abused before.

Then, anticlimactically, they stopped abruptly and gathered me up. I was too spent to resist. Whatever they wanted to do to me I was OK with it. As it turned out, what they would do, I know came directly from Brit.

They took the cross down off the wall and strapped me to it as if I were being crucified. They left me lying on the floor as each of them took turns pissing on me, telling me to open my mouth and drink up. Your pastor wants you to have the water that will never leave you to thirst again.

With me lying on the floor, strapped to a cross in a puddle of piss, they all got dressed and left.

I lay there until time for evening service. Everyone filed in and stood around me, looking at my disgrace. But, once Britney got there, she gave instructions and every person, male or female, stood in a circle around me and began to piss on me.

When they were all done, Brit mounted my face and followed suit.

She closed service telling me to clean the church.

They all left, leaving me lying on the floor in a huge puddle of piss and filth. I was so tired, however, that I just lay there. I smelled the urine and it was starting to dry on me. I started to wipe it off, but my hands brushed my sensitive breasts and I couldn't help but begin to fondle them. I was still so horny and the feelings in my breasts, especially my ultra sensitive nipples, were driving me forward.

One of my hands drifted from my breasts down across my expanding abdomen to my maddeningly wet pussy. I began to rub up and down along my lips until I could feel I was starting to drip. Then, my fingers slipped inside and began to explore. My other hand left my breasts and found my clitoris and I found myself coming two or three times in that puddle of piss before I was too exhausted to move again.

But, I had been told to clean and I had to get started. I went to the cleaning closet and got the wet/dry vacuum to vacuum up the urine that was still poolied on the floor and soaking the carpet. As I vacuumed, I pictured all those standing over me and pissing on me and I kept vacuuming with one hand and playing with my pussy with the other.

I was so tired but every time I stopped touching myself, shortly I found myself doing it again. It took me quite a while and multiple orgasms to find the ability to stop and get up.

The piss was vacuumed up and I had shampooed the carpet. I went through the church and cleaned. All of it. It was now late. Nearly 11 o'clock at night. I had been here getting fucked pissed on, masturbating or cleaning since 10 am. I was so tired.

I planned to go home and walk in and crash for the night, but apparently Britney had other plans.

When I walked in, she was there, sitting nearly naked in a group of men.

"There she is." she said, pointing to me. "I told you it shouldn't be much longer."

One of the men got up and grabbed my hand and began to lead me up the stairs to the bedroom. We walked in, leaving the door open, and he immediately stripped me and took out his cock, directing me to suck it.

I couldn't help it. I was so tired but I couldn't look away from the cock. Soon, all of them were in there and I was being gangbanged by 6 men, all with huge cocks. When they were finished with me, they left as quickly as they had come and once they were gone, I lay down and tried to shut my eyes. But when I did, my hands went automatically to my breasts and my pussy.

Britney walked in as I was getting more turned on.

"I see you liked it. We might do things like that more often." she said as she climbed the bed and mounted my face, putting her beautiful pussy directly over my mouth. She lowered it and began grinding it into me, getting wetter and wetter as I drank in her pussy juice until I had made her cum twice.

Then suddenly, she was on top of me, face to face with her hand grasping my throat.

"You fucked my husband" she said with venom in her voice as she squeezed on my throat hard enough that I couldn't breathe. "You fucked him and then wanted to be my friend. You turned my husband into a sissy faggot. You got my kids taken from me. My husband left me for your husband. You ruined my whole life." she spat at me.

I tried to say I was sorry, but she was squeezing so hard nothing would come out.

"What? Can't you speak? You want to say you're sorry? I don't care." she said.

I was getting very short of breath. Starting to feel my head starting to pound. I just wanted her to kiss me. To lick me. To get a dildo and fuck me. Make someone else fuck me. Piss on me. Let me masturbate. I didn't care what.

"Take her upstairs and fuck her hard." she said to the guys. They pulled me upstairs and with barely a word to me, they took turns fucking me. I was suddenly awake and loving being fucked, but my mind was elsewhere. I was so tired and sleep deprived that my mind just wasn't working. I was running totally on lust.

They fucked me for what felt like hours. I know it as a significant amount of time because Brit poked her head in the room to check on us at least twice. I had everything imaginable done to me. I had multiple cocks in me, both in the same hole and separately, I swallowed load after load of cum, I was assfucked, I deepthroated, and when I couldn't at first, they took turns forcing their cocks down my throat.

I was begging them to keep fucking me every time it slowed down. If it took a cock too long to get to my pussy, I started playing with myself for the stimulation.

Finally she came into the room and said to them simply "It's time." and they all immediately stopped. Without a word, they took my hands and pulled me off the bed. I was still begging hard for them to keep fucking me. I was begging Brit to keep them fucking me. Or to fuck me herself with a dildo. Let me taste her or them or Rob or my husband. Anyoone.

But my pleas feel on deaf ears and they took me to the spare bedroom which had a cross in it now. They took me to it and raised my arms to the horizontal part. They used elastic self adhesive bandages and strapped me up there from the wrist to the shoulder. Then they pulled my feet together at the base of the cross and bound me the same way up to my knees.

Without a word, they all left, except Brit.

"I've turned you from a slut into a useless whore. I have your husband and mine. I have your church. And I have you. Your parents have your kids. When you have this baby, do you think they will let you keep it? You are going to carry that baby and then it will be given to your parents and you will have to guess who the father is." she spoke with anger in her voice.

"Please Brit. I just want to kiss you. I want you to fuck me. Let them fuck me some more. Please" I begged.

She turned and left the room. I couldn't think about anything but being fucked. If I thought about my husband, he was fucking me. If I thought about Rob, he was fucking me. I finally began to move my ass so it stimulated against me. It was the best I could do.

I wanted cock. I wanted to sleep, but I wanted cock more. My head would fall forward and I would start to sleep, but as soon as I did, I awoke quickly and couldn't stop the tingling in my pussy so I would start grinding my ass into the cross.

I was there the rest of the night. I got zero sleep being uncomfortable and upright. My legs would start to collapse, but the way they had me attached to the cross, they still held me up.

Shortly after sun up, I heard movement. It sounded like Britney was in the kitchen.

"BRITNEY!" I yelled. "GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"

A few moments passed before she came into the room. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing a pair of white thongs and a midriff baring wife beater that had marvelous protrusions where her ever erect nipples were straining against the thin material. Her hair was down and just a little ruffled, but she was as beautiful as ever.

She walked over to me and stopped in front of me.

"How's my little pet?" she asked seductively.

"Tired." I whined. "I need some sleep. I've been up for two days straight."

She moved very close to my face. "Oh, that's my fault," she said. "I am sorry. But, I have plans for you." she said as put her lips right against mine, so close that I could feel her breath on my face. "Did you have fun yesterday?" she asked as she continued to tease my face with her lips. "Did you like being a piss slut? You don't know this but I was playing in Rob's piss long before you and I met.

She touched her fingertips to my mouth and traced my lips.

"Please Brit, let me down." I begged.

She moved her fingers down to my chin and lifted my head, elongating my neck and she began to kiss it. She licked up and down my neck, nibbling on my ears as her other hand went to the other side of my neck and pulled me tighter.

Then her hand started to descend to my tits. She began to caress them and they immediately began to leak breast milk, which she began to lick seductively off my nipples. She sucked until she got a mouthful and returned to my face, pressing her lips against mine as her tongue parted my lips and deposited my own breast milk into my mouth.

As our tongues met, her hand went to my maddeningly wet pussy and began to trace the outlines of my vagina. I felt that tingling start to surface and it quickly began to spread. It was like electricity when she touched me and I couldn't help it.

I began to grind my pussy into her hand as effectively as I could and could feel the cross grinding against my ass.

She pulled back and smiled at me. "I have a present for you" she said with an evil smile.

"Brit" I nearly screamed. "Come back." I wasn't sure if I wanted her to come back to keep kissing me or to let me down. I was ashamed for that, but I wanted her so badly.

She came back in with a leather mask that looked like it covered the whole head. She pulled my head forward and slipped it over.

"What are you doing, Brit?" I complained.

She didn't utter another word. She just pulled it tight, fitting some clasps behind my head and slipping a couple of flaps over my eyes. My world became dark. I could see nothing, not even light. I was in total darkness.

"Brit?" Brit?" I asked, begging for an answer, but she was being very quiet and not saying a word.

Then she was gone and I was alone.

At first, I was just angry at being left here. I was angry at the way I had been being treated. I was angry at Britney for stealing my church. I was angry that she stole my husband. I was angry that she stole my friends, my lovers, my subjects.

I wanted my old life back. I just wanted to be the housewife and mother that I had been when we had arrived at this church. I didn't want this lifestyle anymore.

When I saw her again, I would apologize to Britney, beg her forgiveness, offer penance, anything to be allowed to resume my old life. Maybe I could get my children back before this baby was born.

My thoughts continued in this vein for what seemed like an eternity until I heard the door open. There were several people, it was difficult to tell how many, who came in the door and I heard them coming up the stairs en masse.

I called to Brit but there was no answer. I called to anyone. Again, there was no answer.

I heard the group enter the room and again I called out but again, no response. Then, I felt them pick up the cross with me attached and begin to carry me. Out of the room at first, then down the stairs and was not sure where they stood me up again, but I thought it was the living room.

Then, I was being touched by a bevy of hands. They were touching every part of me. I began begging to Britney to stop. Begging that this not continue. "I don't want to be a slut anymore" I begged, "I just want my life back. I know I hurt you and I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please let me go."

But my will was fading. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I could feel the breast milk leaking from me as people were sucking my nipples. Some were squeezing my tits to expel milk for those that were sucking.

Then, Britney was breathing directly in front of me. "Are you ready to have your blindfold removed?" she asked. "Do you want to see who is going to fuck you?"

"Britney, no, I don't want to." I pleaded with my last ounce of will.

"Yes you do. You are a lust and sluts love to get fucked." she whispered mere inches from my face as the pleasure assault continued on my body. "You want them to fuck you. You want me to fuck you. You want anyone to fuck you." she kept whispering sensually, "Don't you?"

I was losing strength of will.

"Yes" I whispered, giving in to what my body was feeling.

"Good." she whispered and I felt her hands begin to remove my mask.

As she removed my mask, I saw all the girls from church, Rob, my husband, Allen, Drew, Danae and a few others. Then I looked to the TV screen directly in front of me. It was cycling through fast moving edit of scene after scene of me being a whore. I was being fucked by man after man, many time multiple men at one time, I was licking asses, I was sucking cock, I was being pissed on as I drank it. I was lying on the church floor in a puddle of piss masturbating and finally I was hanging on a cross being molested and looking as if I loved it.

It was the most depraved thing I had ever seen.

Britney kissed me on the lips and pulled away as I watched in horror.

"We made a video for you, dear." she whispered as she kissed me on the lips and then slapped me hard on the side of the face.

I lowered my head in shame.