Paul Gable - The preacher_s wife in bondage

Moving back a little, he slid the stream over her forehead, wetting down Ellen's cheeks even more, then bringing the spray of piss to her closed eyes. Caleb was mercifully short, emptying his bladder in a few moments. When she felt the last final drops of his piss spatter against her piss-slicked face, Ellen let out a groan of relief.

Adam was last, kicking her legs hard with his booted feet, then pulling open his fly and fumbling for his prick. Ellen shook her piss-wet hair from her face, peering over her tits and seeing his partially hard cock. He aimed right for her cuntal slit, pissing into her pussy and concentrating the broad yellow stream right against her clit. Ellen threw back her head, her spine arching while her tits shivered against one another. She couldn't believe the hot, itchy sparks sputtering from her clit, making her cunt shake as if someone were fucking her. She rocked her hips from side to side, twisting her body from left to right, even seeking out the piss-stream just as the boy went dry.

"Man, she smells!" Joe said, wrinkling up his nose. "That's one thing that's wrong with this fuckin' game. Gotta hose down the filthy bitch before we do anything more."

Caleb and Adam knew what to do, lumbering up the small hillock to the house while Joe nudged one foot up against her piss-slicked ass. Ellen turned her head away, smelling herself and feeling as if she had sunk to the lowest pit in hell. Her husband had talked enough about that privately and in church. She had heard his condemning words. Men and women who fornicated out of the holy matrimonial bonds were guilty of sinking into that foul pit.

Yet, she couldn't deny the terrible, secret pleasure she had felt when the boys were pissing on her! She had felt something like a climax just as Adam had gone dry, his warm piss washing in and around her cunt-hole. Her clit had shrunk down from the excitement, sputtering as if she were being fucked.

"Oh! Ow!" she cried.

The shock of two buckets of icy water washing over her nearly paralyzed the woman. She stared open-mouthed at the men, feeling the stinging bite of the ropes around her wrists and ankles.

"Let's get her up. C'mon, Joe, help me," Caleb said, starting to unfasten one of the ropes around her right ankle.

"Gettin' a little big, callin' the shots, huh, little brother?"

Caleb stopped for a moment, looking up and grinning back at Joe.

"You said we gotta start thinkin' for ourselves. Well, this hot bitch is gonna start my education for it, okay?"

Joe said nothing, unfastening Ellen's other leg bond and puffing her feet up until her knees were pressed against her tits. Adam steadied the woman while both Joe and Caleb retied the line around her ankle, securing it tightly to her wrists. Ellen groaned, feeling her cunt and asshole completely exposed while her toes and fingers rubbed against one another. The weight of her body pressed her shoulder blades into the piss-soaked ground, making her discomfort all the more intense. She could hear the men talking around her as the blood rushed to her head.

Joe stepped around her, saying something. Then the air was cut by a sharp, whistling sound. Ellen felt a sharp, stinging blow across her ass. Yelping, the woman jerked her knees apart while something seemed to burn into her ass. Shaking the wet hair from her eyes, she could see Caleb standing there, his jeans low around his hips. He was holding his black leather belt in one hand, looped tightly, and slapping it against his right thigh. Again he brought the belt back, sending it biting into her.

"Yahghghgbhhli!"

He aimed the next blow against her asshole, the leather catching the puckered shitter flesh and yanking it out of shape. After her scream and the involuntary spasm that made her body jerk, she ground her teeth, hating the men around her bitterly. Pissing had been enough. Now they had bound her in this obscene position. And yet a third blow burned into her ass, streaking the flesh red with welts while the other brothers laughed at her suffering.

"Well, baby? You got anything to say? You wanna quote some scriptures from the Bible? Maybe we oughta call your old man out here, and he can say prayers while we whip your ass red!" Joe said mockingly.

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

"Bitch!" Caleb snapped.

His mouth slackened, his blue eyes glittering with anger and excitement as he began to succumb to a fit of sadism. Ellen trembled, seeing his face changing into something horrid and unfeeling as the belt slashed again and again against her ass. She thought he was peeling skin from her body as her ass-cheeks grew hot and tender to the smacking leather. Moving around, Caleb began slamming the belt down against her sides, the beveled tip catching the swell of her tits at times.

It was then Ellen screamed the loudest, begging him to stop as she threw her head against the soft piss-stained ground behind her. Joe slipped down between his brothers, pulling out his hard prick and forcing her mouth open once more. Ellen felt his cock-head pressing against her lips and heard him threatening her with more pain if she were to bite. Groaning, the helpless woman opened her mouth and let the big man fuck his cock into her throat.

"Yeah, man! Beat her ass while I throat the bitch with my cock!" he muttered.

Ellen could taste his pre-cum washing over her tongue while Caleb continued hammering the belt against her ass. When she thought surely her ass must be bleeding, Caleb stopped, reaching down and grabbing at her cunt. He twisted several of the cunt-hairs, pulling them from her flesh and sending a hot, tearing sensation rushing through her pussy. Ellen screamed, her face blanching while she clamped her lips around Joe's prick. His hairy balls rushed over her nose and eyes while his cockknob rubbed constantly against her tonsils.

At times, he pushed down so hard the other brothers could see the impression of his cockhead against her throat. Ellen made choking and gagging sounds, sucking in as much air as she could through her burning nostrils while the big man filled up her throat with cock-meat. Caleb beat the belt against her ass, finally bringing the leather down to her cunt and pressing the broad end of his belt against her pussy.

"Man, look at that! She's juicin' like a little bitch! Christ Almighty, she can't hold it in!" Caleb cried.

Ellen blushed with shame, finding herself licking her tongue around Joe's pumping cock. Instinctively, the woman found she was trying to bring him off, moving her tongue back and forth over the sensitive underside of his cock-head. Joe seemed to be losing control. He was making gasping sounds while his breathing caught with every other throat-thrust. In a moment, Ellen felt the splash of cum over her tongue, the spunk filling up her mouth and making her gag. She tried pulling her head away, but Joe kept her in place, his fingers pressing against her forehead while the cum frothed and bubbled up around the corners of her cock-stuffed mouth.

"Uhhh, ughhhhh!"

Ellen backed and coughed after the big man slipped his softened prick from her mouth. Turning her head, she spat out the foul mixture of cum and spit while Caleb continued to beat her ass with the doubled belt. His growling curses turned to something else, a kind of deep purr while his fingers were working against her asshole.

When she felt one finger stab into her shitter, Ellen cried out, her eyes fluttering open. Only when his thumb started caressing her clit did she realize she felt her cunt-juice running like a river of molten lava.

How she hated herself for this awful arousal. Rape was one thing. But she was enjoying this!

"Shit, man, she wants to get fucked! Christ, she'd burn my cock off with her cunt if I fucked her there!" Caleb exclaimed.

"Use somethin' else, then," Joe suggested with a grin.