The Young Governess (7 page)

The Reverend Pike turned towards her with a benign, half-welcoming gesture, raising his beetling brows and baring his large, horselike teeth. Kate smiled back nervously.

The Reverend surveyed his victim appreciatively. There had been so many lovely flowers, he thought, each one more rare than the last, it seemed, but this one... this gorgeously sublime creature surpassed all. He nearly laughed aloud as he thought of the sport Mrs Pike was going to have with her. Surely, his beloved wife’s first thought when she saw her would be of the Punisher, that splendid instrument of pain and pleasure combined. He peered in his wife’s direction and thought that he could detect the ghost of a smile play around her thin lips. As the Handmaidens led Kate to the prie-dieu, he smiled again and then he intoned in a loud, scrannel voice, “Divest the Supplicant of her outer raiment!”

Before Kate could fully comprehend the enormity of what the Reverend Pike had just said, two Handmaidens had deftly removed her black cassock, and two more either side of her each firmly grasped an arm. Acutely aware that she was now the focus of attention, Kate blushed furiously. But for the little white cotton kilt, she was naked, only her sex hidden at the front and the lovely globes of her buttocks at the back. Kate stood, her superb breasts proud and naked in front of the small congregation of women. Never had she felt so very exposed, and she blushed continuously.

The Reverend Pike paused to watch the embarrassed, slightly awkward movements she made, the contours of her voluptuous body increasingly arousing the licentious excitement within him. In his debauched lifetime, he had never laid eyes on such perfect breasts... so pointed, full and erect, such erotic, pleasure-filled hips, such exquisite, perfectly formed thighs and legs... all these plus a face truly meant to excite the passions of a saint. Ah, that rosebud mouth, those small but sensuous lips, those serious grey eyes... what a rare, rare gem he had been granted! And how prettily she blushed!

“Let the Supplicant kneel and assume the position!”

Kate frowned in consternation, but she had no choice but to obey, and she knelt on the soft leather, her head pushed down by gently manoeuvring hands until she was helplessly thrusting her buttocks into the air behind her. She sensed the old man approach the prie-dieu and waited nervously.

“Handmaidens,” he said commandingly, “lift the Supplicant’s apron!”

Kate felt the two Handmaidens lift and fold back the little kilt so that her buttocks were completely exposed. This was the Reverend Pike, she thought bitterly, the man she had hoped would bring her comfort, spiritual advice and peace of mind.

Alice Fordham had betrayed her!

Pike knelt behind the naked young governess; the two Handmaidens tending to him parted his robes, and his erect, heavy cock heaved massively into view, pointing towards the crinkled, tan ring of Kate’s anus so lusciously displayed to him between the full rounded spheres of her splayed buttocks. He leaned forward, probing his saliva-wet tongue upward from the moist flanges of her cunt-mouth, along the spread crevice to her tiny prune-wrinkled, hairless anus where he tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was too snug, too tight, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose… to lubricate it well.

Only Kate’s eyes betrayed her, wide and staring straight ahead as she struggled to understand why she hadn’t leapt to her feet to run as hard as she could through the door of the church.

Then, he raised, and taunted her cunt with the violent purple head of his prick, the foreskin peeled well back, until her whimpers drifted back to him. He insinuated its head between the moist split of her lips to gently tease her clitoris, and she commenced to moan incessantly and her cunt suddenly began to lubricate copiously. Her eyes half closed and her mouth fell open in pleasure.

Finally, he introduced the colossal, spongy glans into the viscous coated channel, never stopping, but continuing a constant penetration until its entirety was submerged in slow, tormenting inches into the very depths of her belly, and the half-dozen times she was about to cry out she held herself, not knowing why, only realizing that this devastating, constant plunge into her entrails was what she wanted, what she so desperately needed.

The massive head of this invading monster was slowly slipping into one of her body’s deepest cavities… and she wanted it so. Suddenly, her own hand slipped between her thighs and spreading the soft curls of her pubic hair, caressed the erect bud of her throbbing clitoris. It caressed, stroked and taunted the already passion-inflamed nubbin as it pulsated lasciviously between her open legs.

Dear God, I want to die with this in me! thought Kate.

The Reverend Pike slowly withdrew his massive, hardened cock. He raised it until its unseeing eye was level with her hairless, puckered anus. He might have prepared it better by stretching it with his fingers, he thought wistfully, but some pleasures were better unannounced.

He doubted that she realized he was penetrating her brown star at first try. And then, she must have felt it prodding and working against her tight anus. She would have to decide it was much too big. She would judge that with certainty. He grinned to himself and wormed the tip of it into the snug, resisting little aperture. He could feel the foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick tool and he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly slipping its way into her rectum. She would say to herself, it was all right... it was all right... because she could say nothing else... and by then, he would be well beyond the barrier of the clutching muscle.

His predictions were correct. As his cock ground its way into her nether channel, Kate was seduced by the delicious feelings that her highly sensitive anus gave to her and lulled into a sense of false security. But then, suddenly, without warning, she felt as if a telegraph pole was endeavouring to burst into her body!

She pulled away, but he held her fast and continued.

Her eyes focussed and, to Kate’s acute embarrassment, met those of Ellie. The girl was obviously very excited, the expression she wore was one of great pleasure – a pleasure obviously derived from Kate’s painful experience. The cruel little minx, she thought. Another member of the Fordham family I’ll never trust. At that moment, her tormentor gave another massive thrust and his enormous shaft burrowed even deeper into her entrails.

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh… God almighty! Noooo, nooo, nooo! It hurts!” she cried.

The Reverend Pike grinned excitedly. Silly girl! Of course it hurt. It was supposed to hurt. He signalled to the Handmaidens who quickly and expertly looped four straps over Kate’s wrists and ankles. And then he simply rammed and thrust.

“God, Jesus! It’s too big! It’s going to kill me!” Kate screamed back at him through her tightly clenched teeth, no longer caring a jot what the 'congregation' might think.

But it was there, ever moving inward and now, with such limited powers of mobility, she couldn’t hope to escape it. His thighs thrust hers forward; his arms holding her hips back to his.

Dear Lord, I’m helpless! I can’t move... can’t move... !

“Push back!” he commanded.

She could barely think, but she knew she must react to his words. Every way was pain and more pain. These was not the same sensations as she had experienced when Sir Bradley had penetrated her. She did… she pushed back and opened her arsehole that final quarter inch by deliberate effort because she had been ordered. It was as if she were taking a huge, unrelenting log inside her, stretching her buttocks wider and wider until she thought she would die. His vicious cock surged right into her rectum, solid and extremely painful, but finally better because she had absorbed it all.

“Oh, ohhh, ohhhh,” she gasped.

Suddenly, Kate heard him croon with delight and gasp as he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back channel.

She dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, as slowly the pain eased a little, although it was still a mixture of hurtful discomfort and stimulation. She felt strangely wet between her buttocks, and also strangely ashamed. She was being sodomized and she knew it. Kate was not entirely naïve. Mrs Proctor had told her about such things. She tried to concentrate on this thought, but each time her concentrations were destroyed by a skin-splitting thrust which jolted her forward and made her squirm back onto his fleshy stem that was meting out the punishment. Abruptly, she commenced to sense a masochistic joy. The pain was weirdly pleasurable. Her helpless predicament, her exposure to the beady, lustful eyes of her audience… the strangeness of the ritual… all conspired to make this an extraordinarily lubricious experience. She realized she was heaving backwards to meet the forward thrust of his loins. And she was undulating her body and moving her buttocks in tiny circles. She had already begun to feel quite excited through the pain and she almost wished that she could reach under her and gently clasp at his swinging balls. She turned her face sideways just so that he could see the effect he was having on her.

Kneeling above her, The Reverend Pike watched the brownish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn’t want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeeze that promised to draw the sperm right out of his duct with the ferocity of a geyser at every stroke.

He gaped at his fleshy, violent shaft disappearing between her smooth, white, gyrating buttocks with each thrust. It submerged until not even a half-inch of it showed, straining wildly in that tight, resistant passage, its bell-shaped, lust-bloated head reaching far into her soft quaking belly.

“Ooooohhhh, Oooohhhh,” she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument, buried to his balls, felt like the length of an axe haft in her near-ruptured anal sphincter. Dear God, she was hopelessly impaled!

The Reverend Pike’s testicles ached and his prick cavorted as if it were spring-loaded each time he rammed into her, and now she was moaning and adding to his joy by the movement of her delicate rump and the hollowing of her back. He watched her beautiful profile as his lips bared back from his teeth in a silent snarl of lust. Her complexion was flushed a bright red, her head turning from side to side now, her long chestnut hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a madwoman... and she was panting for more. She was his... completely his! A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked... and he did, gouging his cock into her rectal passage and leaving it there, listening to her whine as he merely jostled his loins, moving it tantalizingly about with fiendish delight.

“Oh… yes, yes,” she hissed. “Bugger me! Bugger me!”

The Reverend Pike leered to himself in his fanatical pleasure. It was time now. In a ferocious thrust he yet again plunged his cock until his grizzled pubic hair tickled her and his heavy balls slapped her vulval cleft.

“Are you content, my child?”

“Oh yes, Reverend, oh yes!” she groaned, a violent shudder rippling through her whole body as suddenly the path to a righteous orgasm was revealed to Kate, no longer a distant possibility, but an imminent certainty.

He withdrew his prick to the glans, then thrust it forward until his balls slapped heavily against the flowered split of her cunt in one long, slow stroke. His cock tingled; his hairy, dangling cod tightened around his heavy, sperm-laden balls that were suddenly alive with fire. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that torrent of sperm surging into her beautiful governess’s arse; dear Lord, how he loved these rituals!

Pike began to stroke ever more rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. She felt the Handmaidens’ fingers work diligently on her nipples and even dally with her clitoris. She moaned loudly with the pleasure-pain.

“Oh yes. Fuck your great cock into me! Ram it into me! Bugger me hard! Squirt your filthy seed into my bottom!” she wailed back at him in a near-hysterical voice.

Her sudden obscene response to his cruel sodomy drove the Reverend Pike on like an enraged satyr. He reached down and pulled her arse-cheeks wide apart, commencing to drive his pelvis into her soft, yielding buttocks with hard, vicious slaps that filled the room resoundingly and drew approving, conspiratorial glances among the congregation as they became aware of the impending crisis. Sweat from his face dripped into her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten. His breathing came in short puffing gasps like those of a tired oarsman, his vision locked on the whiteness of her quivering body that was slipping back over his plunging cock with the snugness of a velvet glove. Dear Lord, he was losing all control now as he sensed his great shaft growing unbelievably. His scrotum hung heavy with its bloated reservoir of sperm, and it must he emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

Kate had fallen to mumbling unintelligibly beneath his pounding hips. She waggled her buttocks salaciously back against his merciless thrust. She wanted him to spend. She wanted him to squirt his heavy load of hot semen deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her crotch wide open and spill his sperm into her until she was completely immersed in its delicious loveliness. She could feel a sopping wetness in the crevice of her bottom and there was no longer any thought of pain, or of any other thing except this magnificent cock pummelling her battered arsehole. She pressed her shoulders to the upholstered leather so that her bottom was now raised even higher in the air, and the huge, frenzied cudgel could fuck into her at will. “Praise the Lord! It is time!” the Reverend Pike almost shouted in a harsh, booming voice, throwing back his head and groaning as he thrust his cock’s full length into the wide-stretched opening to her bowels, his body commencing to jerk convulsively, his mouth falling open slackly as he clawed at her waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her buttocks even wider apart for his prick to skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her.