The Price of Desire (19 page)

She forced herself to stop, inhaling deeply through flared nostrils. Her arm ached but she relished the discomfort, spreading through her and melting into a gentle buzz. Then she saw something that made her insides contract; the vicar's semi-erect penis hung heavy between his legs, signalling his enjoyment of the punishment.

‘What's this?' she mocked, giving it a sharp prod with the cane. ‘Is this servant of God getting turned on by being tied up and beaten in front of an audience?'

She grabbed his balls and squeezed cruelly, rolling and jiggling them in her hand. His penis pulsed and lengthened as she fondled him roughly.

‘The filthy Father who gets off on the punishment of his sins,' she sneered, her anger and arousal both fighting to dominate her emotions.

She released his scrotum and ran a soothing hand over the sensitive flesh of his freshly tenderised rump. His skin was scalding and flinched at her feathery touch. She caressed it gently, letting her fingers dip into the valley between his cheeks, tickling and taunting his anal ring, which quivered involuntarily. She felt a thrill at performing such a dirty deed and decided she needed to take it further. She began to apply pressure and the knot of muscle gave way, allowing her to penetrate him. His muffled response could still be recognised as shock. Her finger sank inquisitively deep inside his arsehole, his innards contracting instinctively around the intruding digit, and he began to moan as he squeezed.

‘What a dirty pervert you are!' Georgie exclaimed. ‘Bunnie, pass me that,' she said, pointing to a large black dildo that Mistress had kindly laid out for them.

Bunnie had a distant dreamy look in her eye and Georgie knew she was enjoying the scene. She would get a chance to join in soon, but first Georgie was going to have her moment and humiliate the odious little man with what he so clearly wanted. She took the dildo, its rubbery weight reassuring in her hand, and she had to fight the urge to ease it up her own aching pussy. For the moment she was still on a mission. She had to find her sister, so she nudged the phallus against his tight rear hole.

‘I'd start saying your prayers if I were you, vicar. Nobody knows where you are and I assure you this room is soundproofed. I can vouch for that myself. Now, I want answers and I don't care how I get them.'

She pushed the artificial cock until it was fully embedded in his rectum. He moaned and sobbed through the gag as it inched deeper and deeper, but his erection, now fully restored, speared up from his groin, confirming the shameful pleasure he was enjoying.

‘Jemima, can you remove the blindfold please? I think Reverend Greenacre here needs a bit more encouragement.'

Jemima took it off, Bunnie close behind eager not to be left out. As the vicar's sight began to focus she unhooked Jemima's bra, her petite breasts barely inches from her husband's beetroot face. His eyes were wide and staring as if he had never seen his own wife almost naked before. He looked up into her face, a pleading look in his eyes, tears running down his cheeks. She turned away from him, and in a show of defiance ran a hand over the younger girl's breasts and across the flat plain of her stomach. Both women came together, caressing each other's bodies and kissing passionately.

‘Bunnie, why don't you show the vicar how his wife likes to be fucked,' Georgie said, and Bunnie pulled down Jemima's panties, her thick bush of dark hair already glistening with droplets of moisture. Georgie felt her own arousal rising but she couldn't let her guard down; she had to focus on the vicar and not get sidetracked by the female performance.

‘Is her pussy wet already?' she asked.

‘Yes,' Bunnie confirmed, cupping Jemima's mound and squeezing it rhythmically, ‘she's very wet. I'd never have guessed that the wife of a vicar could get so horny!'

‘Maybe it's because she knows for the first time in her marriage she's going to get a real fucking.' Georgie laughed cruelly and gave the vicar's arse a particularly hard slap.

Bunnie laid on the floor between Jemima's legs and pulled her down into a sitting position directly on her face. Hungrily she probed the older woman's pussy with her tongue, revelling in the exotic environment. Jemima's pubic hair tickled her face, and between her soft folds hot juices flowed freely. Bunnie lapped happily as Jemima's pussy began to open on her mouth and she worked her way up, sucking and nibbling at the swollen clit. Jemima squealed at the delicious contact and ground down on Bunnie's face, smothering with her juicy sex lips. Bunnie held Jemima fast by the thighs, she wanted to drown in the woman's cunt and she suckled harder, wanting to taste her orgasm. Jemima was shrieking and Bunnie knew it wouldn't be long until she lost control. With a vicar as a husband Bunnie didn't imagine she was used to a particularly active sex life, so it was time someone paid her a bit of attention and Bunnie knew she was the girl for the job.

With a thrill she felt her own wet panties being eased aside and almost came as Jemima's soft tongue found its target first time. Eagerly the vicar's wife licked Bunnie's cunt, holding her lips apart with two fingers. Bunnie's shaven pussy felt so open and exposed, her erect bud quaking with delicious intensity, and somewhere in the background, through a haze of drifting pleasure, she could hear Georgie's clear demanding voice.

‘What would your boss think now?' she goaded. ‘One of his servants of the cloth being buggered by a rubber dildo while watching his wife being sucked by another woman?'

Slap
! The sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Slap
! Again.

Slap
! And again.

Bunnie was almost delirious but there was still something missing. She felt empty and needed something large and powerful inside her, to pound her towards her orgasm. She rolled out from underneath Jemima and chose a glass dildo from the table. Jemima looked nervously at the selection, but Bunnie gave her a discreet wink and she seemed to relax a little.

‘Are you still watching, Father?' Georgie taunted. ‘Watch my little Bunnie fuck your wife while you take it up the arse.'

Jemima knelt on all fours and spread her legs in front of her husband. Bunnie knelt behind her, idly fondling her nipples with one hand as she slowly slid the length of the glass shaft inside the other woman. Jemima gasped and writhed, giving her husband a full view of the penetration.

Georgie stopped to watch, despite herself. Bunnie worked the dildo in and out, and each time Jemima took the entire length staring defiantly at her husband. This was payback for her too, and she was loving every second of it as her pussy eagerly swallowed the full length of the dildo.

Georgie had to fight the urge to join in, the idea of spanking the vicar's wife appealed to her greatly, but she had to remind herself why she was there, to gain information and find her sister. Her resolve returned and she grabbed the end of the dildo protruding from the vicar's bottom and began moving it in time to Bunnie's own thrusts, forcing a path deep into the heart of him.

The vicar thrashed and bucked but he was firmly secured - he wasn't going anywhere. His cock was ridged between his legs and Georgie seized her chance. With her free hand she reached around him and squeezed it, giving it a few hard tugs.

‘My, my, vicar, what a big boy you are. I don't think it'll be long until you're ready to give us what we want.' She removed his gag. ‘Now, I want to really hear your cries as I fuck you.'

Georgie fastened a harness around her waist, two straps passing between her thighs. She attached the dildo still embedded in the vicar to the front of it so she could move it in and out with thrusts of her hips. Once she was ready she removed the gag.

‘
Bitch
,' the vicar immediately spat, coughing and spluttering, trying to get his breath back.

Georgie grabbed his rump, pulled back slowly then shunted the dildo hard into him. The vicar howled like a wounded animal but Georgie didn't give him time to recover. She pulled back and thrust again, harder. She felt powerful and primitive, pounding the fake cock into him over and over again. The vicar could only stare to where his wife was now kneeling on the floor working the glass dildo in and out of her swollen pussy. He let out a string of curses between his cries, but Georgie ignored him, increasing her speed, pumping in and out of him with vigour.

Bunnie knelt in front of him and took his straining cock in her mouth, licking the sensitive tip with her tongue and then sucking, taking it deep down in her throat. The vicar began to whimper and Bunnie stopped.

‘Are you ready, vicar, to tell us what you know?' Georgie said, breathing heavily from the exertion.

The vicar gave no answer. Jemima was moaning as she writhed on the floor, lost in her own world of bliss. Georgie gave a particularly violent thrust of her hips, accompanied by a sharp slap on his arse.

‘If you help us I'll ask Bunnie to keep doing what she was doing. I know you want to shoot your spunk all over her face while I fuck you, and I know you're not far off now. We can make you feel so good.'

Slap
! Another well placed spank.

‘And if you're a good boy, vicar, I'll destroy the recording of our little meeting here today.'

Richard stepped out of the shadows, still filming, so the vicar could see she wasn't bluffing.

‘But if you're a bad boy I promise you this will be on the internet before you have time to say amen! Do you understand me?'

‘I'll talk,' he spluttered, ‘I'll talk!'

And he did talk. As Georgie kept up her relentless buggering Bunnie resumed sucking his cock and he jabbered his way through the events that had led them all there. Bunnie's expert timing kept pace so that he had time to tell his story before he came. Then as soon as he revealed the whereabouts of Lily Bunnie took his cock all the way down, giving him deep throat and squeezing his balls. It proved too much for the poor man, and as he ejaculated Georgie felt his anal ring spasm around the invading phallus. He bucked against her but she held him fast, pushing deeper, then eventually pulled out, leaving him slumped, shaking and sobbing.

 

They left the vicar and his wife with Mistress. She said she would look after them both in very different ways. Georgie didn't have time to worry about the mischievous smile in Mistress' face. All she could think about was the vicar's confession as it replayed over and over in her mind.

She felt sick. She could not believe that a man of the cloth was so deeply involved in this dastardly scheme.

She felt sorry for Jemima, being married to a man like that, but she suspected that they wouldn't stay married for very much longer. Jemima had been instrumental in forming their plan and insisted on helping carry it out. It just went to show you can only push people so far, and Jemima had found her breaking point. It took a great amount of courage to turn her husband over to them, and Georgie would make sure she was looked after once it was all over. But right now she had more urgent things on her mind.

The vicar had well and truly spilled his guts. A man like that only had loyalty to one person, and that was himself. He was weak and under the influence of his own sexual urges, unable to deny them. It was Gideon she was really angry with. He had planned it all from the beginning. He moved to the village ten years ago and it was the ideal location to keep his activities discreet. In short, he was selling fantasies. Wealthy men and women would go to him with their requests from kinky to fetish, orgy to hardcore, men or women or all at the same time.

Gideon would provide any scenario his clients could afford to pay for, no matter how extreme. The vicar had found out about his high class whorehouse when one of his parishioners confessed to him in church that she had taken money from Gideon to participate in one of these events. According to the vicar he tried to confront Gideon, but when he threatened to go to the police with what he knew Gideon advised him not to. He said he had proof of indiscretions between the vicar and other members of his congregation, including men. He threatened to expose him to the village, destroying his reputation and ensuring his excommunication from the Church. Reverend Greenacre agreed to keep quiet, but Gideon wasn't happy with his silence alone. He became more and more involved in the business and was eventually seduced by the ready supply of money and women.

He wasn't the only one, however. The vicar named other members of the community who were bribed, blackmailed or seduced into silence and involvement, including policemen, lawyers and even the MP James Dowding. Georgie blushed at the mention of his name.

Many of Gideon's clients were extremely sensitive about their identities. Not surprising considering their positions in society and their tastes in sexual activities. It was one such client that had recently requested something rather specific, a ceremony of sorts. The vicar didn't know the exact details, apart from one. They needed a virgin, and this posed a problem. The women Gideon had in his employ were definitely not virgins and he doubted any could pass for one. So he instructed the vicar to find him one.

Reverend Greenacre went on to explain that when Lily approached him to seek guidance and advice on joining the clergy he thought his prayers had been answered! He guessed that if she wanted to join the Church she was likely to be a virgin. He needed to be certain, so he put the question to her as delicately as he could under the guise of professional advice. Her blush and quiet denial sealed her fate. He asked her to return at six o'clock in the evening four days before, the day of Georgie's party. She obediently returned at the appointed time, but there waiting for her was Gideon. The vicar thought she was still being held at Gideon's house, but he wasn't certain.