Ella (Twisted Tales)
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Like before the preacher encouraged them but Jack said nothing. He just sat and watched. They came into me and again he wiped me clean. But then things changed. The next three men were far more rough, having watched the others on me. And when it was time for three more, they didn’t give Jack time enough to clean me up.
Their fingers dug into my hips and thighs while the one in my mouth, thrust wildly causing me to gag. Thankfully the preacher didn’t strike me with the spoon. He just stood back encouraging them.
The next three stepped forward as soon as they were finished and I could see that the rest were now jerking at their cocks while they waited. This time the man that straddled my face did it facing the man in my pussy. He reached down and grasped my head, angled it, and then thrust deep in my throat. I gagged but he ground into my face, groaning deeply. The man in my pussy slapped at my tits and I muffled a scream that had the one in my mouth grunting. His hands tightened and he pulled me flush so that his ball sac pressed against my nose. I couldn’t breathe and struggled but with the preacher’s encouragement he ground harder down onto my lips.
The men in my pussy and ass pumped wildly, seeming to be swept up in a madness as the man in my mouth finally released me enough to let me drag air through my nose. He began stroking forcefully in my throat, ignoring my gags. He shouted when he filled my throat. He climbed off as I swallowed but the other two continued while another took his place. He fucked my face with abandon, stopping only after the other two came into me and moved for two more to step forward.
“Wait.” Jack stopped him before they could take positions. He instructed two of them to lift me from the bed. He had then secure ropes from the ceiling so that I was hanging sideways, still bound. It allowed them easier access. The man grasped my face and plunged into my throat while the other two took their positions in front and behind me. After a few moments, they began rocking me back and forth, taking advantage of the ropes.
It went on for hours. Three by three the men of Salem used me. All the while the preacher encouraged them. And then they were gone.
“You did good work today, Reverend,” Jack said as he released me from the ropes that hung me. But he didn’t untie me. Instead he set me on the cot and proceeded to wash my sore body clean. “You deserve God’s healing more than the rest. Take your fill.” He turned and left me with the preacher. There was a wild look in Reverend Elbas’ eyes. He’d witnessed hours of men using me, of prompting them to be rougher and wilder. Now it was his turn.
He grasped me and positioned me across the bed so that my head dangled over the side. Then he took off his trousers and straddled my face. I cried out when he picked up the spoon and to my shock slid the slim end of it into my ass. His cold fingers pushed into my pussy, first two, then three, and then four, stretching me. His long cock bumped my lips and I weakly opened for him.
He slid in and out of my mouth to the same rhythm he fucked my pussy with his fingers. “That’s good, girl. More now.” He pushed more of his length in and with his free hand, slapped my clit so that I cried out against the sting. His hips jerked and he forced more of him into my throat. I gagged but he slapped again and my sounds of pleasure muffled against him.
“Take all of me now.”
He slid his entire length into my throat and stilled as I gagged. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I steadied my breathing. Then he lunged forward and began slapping my clit repeatedly so that my screaming was nonstop. His fingers worked in and out of my wet pussy roughly while his balls slapped against my nose with each thrust.
“More,” he grunted and then ground into my throat, his strikes on my clit becoming harder and faster. I writhed as I screamed, my body shaking from the pain and pleasure that assaulted me. He released my pussy as my body started to still and grasped my head. He began slamming into my throat violently so that I gagged over and over and then threw up on him. He didn’t stop, shouting for me to take all of him.
“More, Ella! More!” He was a wild man. “Give to me!” He fisted one hand in my hair behind my head to continue slamming me upward with every downward stroke he delivered. With the other hand, he pinched my nose closed so that I had to open my mouth around his width to breathe. Harder and I threw up again, only exciting him more. He thrust deep as he came with a shout but I couldn’t swallow it. It ran out over my face.
When he was finished, he cleaned up the mess and I thought it was over. He took my mouth again. And again. Violent and crazed. When he was finished, he carefully untied me and helped me to my feet.
“You brought God’s love to Salem, Ella. This is what you were sent to us for. This is your role in our community. We are thankful to have you.” He kissed my forehead and I realized that I was now the town whore and this was just the beginning of how I would be used as a slave by every man in Salem.
The End
This book is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, and characterizations are products of the writer’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.
Copyright © December 2013 Kimber Sharpe
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