Wicked Obsession (28 page)

‘You
have
been doing your homework, haven’t you?’

‘I know everything, Hayley. You conned me, used me and—’

‘You’re an interfering little bitch. The first thing you’re going to do is give me the five thousand pounds. Then you’re going to give me the list of names and addresses you stole from me, and the photographs. Now get yourself home and I’ll deal with the girls.’

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

‘OK, on your head be it.’

Watching as Hayley marched into the office and yelled at the girls, Anne couldn’t believe that this was her sister. She’d turned out to be a right little bitch. But without the photographs to blackmail the girls with, there was little that she or the vicar could do. Hayley had always been stubborn, she reflected. She’d never give in, Anne knew as someone walked into the church. Turning, she stared as Brian and Alan walked down the aisle.

‘What are you two doing here?’ she asked them as they stood in front of her.

‘Hayley called us,’ Alan said. ‘Apparently she needs some help.’

‘Oh, I get it,’ Anne sighed. ‘You’re all in on this. You, Brian, Dave …’

‘You should never have interfered, Anne,’ Brian said, shaking his head. ‘Things were fine until you—’

‘Get her over the altar,’ Hayley bellowed as she left the office with the girls in tow. ‘Strip her, and tie her over the altar. You’re going to give me the photographs, Anne,’ she hissed. ‘And the money.’

Anne could do nothing to save herself as the men almost tore her clothes off. The vicar emerged from the office with several lengths of rope, and Anne knew that she was going to be subjected to a terrible sexual ordeal as he gazed longingly at her naked body. As Hayley grabbed a leather whip from beneath the altar and ordered one of the girls to lock the church doors, Anne wondered whether she should give the money and photographs back. Hayley had always won, she reflected dolefully as the vicar tied her hands behind her back. It had been futile to believe that she could beat her sister. Pushed over the altar, her feet parted wide, Anne grimaced as fingers ran over the firm flesh of her naked buttocks.

‘I’ve been training the girls,’ Hayley said. ‘I’ve been training them to work for me as prostitutes, and you’ve tried to push me aside and take my place.’

‘Go to hell,’ Anne spat.

‘Alan, don’t stroke her arse,’ Hayley shouted, passing the man the leather whip. ‘Thrash her until she promises to give me the money and the photographs.’

Yelping like a dog as the first lash of the whip jolted her naked body, Anne was determined not to give in to her sister’s demands. Again, the leather tails flailed her tensed buttocks, leaving thin weals fanning out across her pale flesh. She’d enjoyed being spanked and thrashed in the past, but this was a gruelling,
merciless
thrashing, and she wasn’t sure that she could endure it. The leather tails swiping again the crimsoned flesh of her naked buttocks, she cried out as the pain permeated her young bottom.

Anne’s young buttocks stung like hell and she was about to concede defeat when the thrashing stopped. She dared not turn her head to see what was going on as she heard movements behind her. Hayley ordered Alan to continue with the thrashing, but he did nothing. There was obviously some sort of altercation going on, Anne thought as Hayley again ordered Alan to thrash her sister. Finally lifting her head off the altar, Anne frowned as she saw Brian holding Hayley’s arms behind her back while Alan tore her skirt and blouse away from her trembling body.

‘You’ll pay for this,’ Hayley hissed as the vicar tied her hands behind her back.

‘You’ve gone too far,’ Brian said, forcing her naked body over the altar as Anne moved aside. ‘You’ve cheated us out of money, you’ve threatened to show my wife the photos of me and—’

‘Unless you let me go, I’ll …’ Hayley began futilely.

‘You’ll what?’ Anne asked her as one of the girls untied her hands. ‘The girls want to work for
me
. You’re finished.’

‘Is that right?’ Alan asked the flock of girls.

‘Yes,’ the blonde replied. ‘We all want to work for Anne.’

‘You little bitches will pay for this,’ Hayley screamed. ‘I’ll tell your parents and—’

The first lash of the leather tails cut Hayley’s words short and she struggled to break free but the vicar pinned her down over the altar. This was revenge, Anne thought happily as Alan again lashed the
unblemished
flesh of her sister’s naked buttocks. Grabbing her clothes and dressing, she couldn’t believe that, after all these years, she’d finally beaten Hayley. But what would happen once they were at home together? Would Hayley submit and allow Anne to run the business? Grabbing a huge candle from the altar and passing it to the vicar, Anne knew that the girls were on her side as they giggled.

‘Do you submit?’ she asked Hayley as Alan halted the gruelling thrashing.

‘Never,’ Hayley spat.

‘The candle, vicar. Force it right up her arse and we’ll see whether she changes her mind.’

‘My pleasure,’ the vicar replied with a wicked chuckle.

Two of the girls held Hayley’s fire-red buttocks wide apart as the vicar knelt on the floor behind her. Pushing the rounded end of the candle hard against the tight anal ring, he ignored Hayley’s threats as he managed to force the wax phallus into her hot rectal duct. The girls gasped as the candle drove deeper into her trembling body until no more than an inch protruded from her stretched anal hole. That’s teaching the bitch, Anne thought, ordering Brian to ram his cock into her pussy and fuck her.

Hayley’s threats echoed around the church as Alan’s cock forced its way deep into the restricted sheath of her vagina. Again and again she screamed her threats, until Brian clambered onto the altar and pushed his swollen knob into her pretty mouth. The church fell quiet, apart from the squelching sounds of sex and naked flesh slapping naked flesh, and Anne knew that the girl was going to submit before long. Without the men on her side, without the flock of teenage girls, Hayley would be alone. And there’d be nothing that she could do about the situation.

The girls were learning fast, Anne thought as the dark-haired beauty settled between Hayley’s parted feet and licked Alan’s thrusting cock shaft. A girl worked the huge candle in and out of Hayley’s tight bottom-hole and another held her head up, forcing her to take Brian’s bulbous knob deep into her throat. The vicar then joined Brian on the altar and forced his prick into Hayley’s bloated mouth alongside Alan’s, and Anne took several photographs of her sister’s wanton whoredom.

Brian gasped as his spunk gushed from his throbbing cock and flooded Hayley’s gobbling mouth, and Alan let out a low moan of pleasure as he filled the girl’s tight vagina with orgasmic milk. Well and truly fucked, Anne thought happily as her sister writhed on the altar. In more ways than one. This was the girl’s comeuppance, but Anne was still worried about her sister’s reaction once they were at home together. There again, what could she do?

Alan finally pulled his deflating cock out of Hayley’s spunked vagina and the vicar took his place. Ramming his rock-hard member deep into the girl’s inflamed vaginal sheath, he grabbed her hips and began his fucking motions as Brian slipped his knob out of her sperm-bubbling mouth. The girls giggled as Hayley struggled and moaned through her nose, but Anne was more interested in the knocking that was sounding on the church doors. She walked up the aisle and opened the doors an inch or so to find herself gazing at Dave. What the hell was he doing there? she wondered. Was he looking for Hayley?

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked her.

‘Dealing with a monster,’ Anne returned. ‘What do you want?’

‘I came to see the vicar.’

‘Yes, and I know why. You’re working with him and Hayley, aren’t you?’

‘I’m not working with anyone. I just wanted to—’

‘Pretend to be Hayley’s agent and con young girls?’

‘What’s that got to do with anything? That was a joke.’

‘Some joke, Dave.’

‘Hayley was playing a joke on a girl and I helped her. Are you going to open the doors or not?’

‘No.’

‘Anne, all I want to do is talk to the vicar about marrying Hayley.’

‘You want to
marry
her?’

‘I asked her and she said yes. You lied to me about her being pregnant and—’

‘I was trying to save you, Dave. I was trying to …’

‘Trying to split us up, more like. That was a terrible thing to do, Anne.’

‘You’d better come and see what your future wife gets up to behind your back,’ Anne said, opening the doors wide. ‘You won’t like it, but you have to know.’

Locking the door behind her and following Dave down the aisle, Anne grinned as he stared in disbelief at Hayley. The vicar was sliding his solid cock in and out of the girl’s sperm-flooded vagina and Alan’s cock was pushed into her mouth. Dave stood motionless and gazed at the lewd spectacle. That was the end of his marriage plans, Anne was sure as one of the girls worked the huge candle in and out of Hayley’s tight bottom-hole. Hoping that Dave would want to retaliate by whipping Hayley’s crimsoned buttocks, Anne took his hand and walked him closer to the altar. He turned and gazed at her, his expression conveying his anger as he forced a smile.

‘That’s what Hayley is like,’ Anne said. ‘She’s a common whore.’

‘She said that she’d marry me,’ Dave sighed. ‘She told me that she was in love with me and—’

‘She doesn’t know what love is,’ Anne cut in.

‘I came here to talk to the vicar about marriage and … I should have listened to Jack.’

‘You know Jack?’

‘Yes.’

‘What did he say?’

‘He wanted to marry Hayley but he caught her screwing around. He’s moving out of his rented cottage and going back to London. I thought that Hayley and I would rent the place but … well, that’s off now.’

‘Are you really sad?’ Anne asked him as the men pumped their spunk into Hayley’s writhing body.

‘It was you I wanted all along,’ Dave said, watching the vicar repeatedly ram his orgasming knob deep into Hayley’s tight vagina. ‘Dee is fun but she prefers to be with Angela and …’

‘You mean that you wanted me more than you did Hayley?’

‘Yes. You’re more fun, you’re more attractive … I wanted you more than anyone else.’

‘You’ve made my day,’ Anne trilled as the vicar pulled his deflating cock out of her sister’s sperm-bubbling vaginal duct.

‘Hayley cheated on Rick, she treated Robin despicably, she’s conned me …’

‘Give her a good fucking,’ Anne suggested eagerly as the vicar moved aside. ‘Go on, Dave, fuck her rotten.’

Unzipping his trousers, Dave moved behind the girl and ran his purple knob up and down her sperm-dripping sex slit. The girls cheered as he drove the entire length of his solid cock deep into her vaginal sheath, impaling her completely on his huge
weapon
. Hayley turned her head and stared at Dave as Alan yanked his spent cock out of her mouth. She looked stunned, and extremely guilty, as their stares met. Anne grinned triumphantly at Hayley as Dave fucked her. She’d beaten her sister at long last, she thought.

‘Dave,’ Hayley began. ‘I … They forced me.’

‘Of course they did,’ he replied.

‘It’s true. Tell him, Anne. Tell him—’

‘I’ve no need to tell Dave anything,’ Anne cut in. ‘He knows what you are. We all know what you are.’

‘You’re a tight-cunted little whore,’ Dave gasped, fucking her with a vengeance.

‘I’m going to be your wife, Dave,’ she said futilely. ‘We’ll get married and …’

‘We’ll get married, and you’ll fuck every man you can get your hands on? Yeah, right.’

‘Dave, listen to me …’

Brian clambered onto the altar and pushed his swollen knob into Hayley’s mouth, silencing her as Dave repeatedly battered her spermed cervix with his bulbous knob. Anne felt a little sorry for her sister as Dave reached his orgasm and pumped his orgasmic milk into Hayley’s already spunk-brimming vagina. But her sister deserved this, Anne thought. The whipping, the candle, the double-ended fucking … she deserved this for the way she’d treated the young girls.

The vicar wouldn’t get away with his treatment of the young girls, Anne vowed. He’d have his comeuppance before long, she’d make sure of that. Walking up the aisle and leaving the church, she headed for the derelict house. Life was strange, she mused as she followed the narrow path through the trees. She’d never dreamed that the tables would turn and that she’d beat her sister. Hayley never did have a
well-paid
job, Anne thought as she wandered into the old house. Her sister’s life had been one of lies and deceit.

She sat in the old armchair and looked around the room. This was where it had all started, she reflected, recalling Alan spanking her naked bottom. Had she not suspected that Hayley was screwing Dave, had she not left the pub and gone to the derelict house with Alan … Leaving the chair and gazing through the broken window as she heard someone outside, Anne saw an old man walking towards the house. She was about to hide somewhere but he walked straight into the front room and stared at her.

‘Who are you?’ he asked her.

‘I’m Anne,’ she replied. ‘Who are
you?
’

‘My name’s Johnson. I own this house.’

‘Oh, er … I see.’

‘You shouldn’t be here – you’re trespassing.’

‘Yes, I know … I’m sorry.’

He smiled at her. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he breathed. ‘I’m selling the place, so—’

‘How much?’ Anne cut in.

‘More than you could afford, young lady. I’m selling the entire estate.’

‘Oh, right.’

‘I’m fifty-five and I live alone, so I’m moving abroad. What would you want this old house for?’

‘I used to play here when I was a kid. I’ve always dreamed of living here.’

‘I have a buyer for the estate, but he doesn’t want this place. I suppose I could sell it separately.’

‘I only have five thousand,’ Anne sighed. ‘That wouldn’t be enough to buy one room.’

The man looked her up and down and grinned. ‘You’re a pretty little thing,’ he said. ‘Perhaps we can come to some arrangement or other?’

‘I’m sure we can,’ Anne said. ‘But five thousand won’t be enough to—’