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Reverend Davis shook the wicked thoughts from his head, bringing the cat down to her belly and letting the leather strips slide across her shivering flesh. Ellen raised her head and peered over the tips of her hard long nipples. The black leather contrasted with her white flesh as it snaked across her tits. The minister drew the smooth cat over her nipples, letting the strips fall around her full, high-riding tits before dragging them back over her tummy and onto her cunt.

Ellen heaved her thighs around, feeling the leather teasing her pussy. He was purposely doing this, drawing the whip over her body lightly, increasing the heat she felt coursing through her belly and cunt until she couldn't stand it anymore. Tiny beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead, while unholy pulses of delight throbbed through her stretched-open cunt.

"Whore! I knew you hadn't repented!" he barked, snapping the cat off her body and letting the strips crackle against one another over her head.

Ellen screamed, dropping her head back down while her rounded eyes took in the horrid scene.

"But I know how to drive the devil from you. I've done it with others, and I'll do it with you!"

Ellen watched the strands crack against one another like battling snakes. Then they came down, smacking dryly against the white flesh drawn tautly over her ribcage. She shrieked, arching her spine and beating her head against the wooden bench as a fiery pain spread from her ribs to her navel.

"No, uo, don't do this! God in heaven, why are you doing this to me?" she screamed.

Long red stripes appeared on her flesh as she blinked away the tears and waited for the next blow. Reverend Davis' face was purple with rage as he peered down at her cunt and saw a trickle of juice seeping from her cunt-hole and dampening the wooden surface of his bench.

"Whore! You like this! I can see it! We'll just see how much more of this you can enjoy!"

He slashed the crop across Ellen's right nipple, the slicing pain making her shriek in agony and arch her spine once more. She jerked her right leg back instinctively, her knees popping from the strain while the shock of the pain made her piss down her thigh. She felt the warm piss staining her flesh and thought once more about the Crenshaw boys pissing on her.

Yes, yes, this was the punishment for the crime! She ground her teeth together, hating herself and the men who had brought her down to this level.

"Bitch pig! You low everything I throw at you! You slut! You aren't worthy enough to eat the shit of decent men!"

His voice cracked through the air, breaking through the sounds of the leather strips snapping over her head. Ellen screwed her face into a mask of agony once more, feeling the pulse beating through her throat as she felt the tiny splinters knifing into her ass. Her arms ached from being strapped down that way while her cunt seemed to peel open, swollen from excitement. Once more he lashed out, the knot ends of the cat chewing into her right tit.

Ellen shrieked, her voice shrilling while long red stripes disfigured her tits. A second blow nearly peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her other tit. She writhed with the throbbing agony of the blows. She felt the warm wetness of her perspiration trailing down her body, oozing into her tight little ass-crack. She thought of the men pissing on her, of the piss spattering over her cunt and tits.

No, no, she couldn't think of things like that! Surely it would show, and he would punish her more for it.

"Slut! I'll beat Satan out of you!" he cried, his face now red and disfigured by an unholy glee as he brought the cat down again and again against her tortured body.

Ellen's cries gurgled together, the woman choking on her own spit as the leather smacked into her again and again. Her navel filled with sweat while the minister ripped at the tight-fitting collar choking his throat and leered down at her. That awful look was something between hatred and lust.

He came closer to Ellen, fondling the warm strips of the cat with one finger while he brought the back of one hand up against her cunt.

"Uh! No!"

He was jabbing three fingers in her pussy, twisting them around while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Ellen's mouth flew open in shock while her shoulder blades writhed against the splintery bench. When the leather strips bit into her ankle, the woman was sure they had crushed her small bones. Lurching back, Reverend Davis snapped the cat twice, making Ellen scream from the popping sound before bringing it down with a whooshing crash against her cunt.

"Aiyeeeeeeee!"

Ellen screamed as loudly as she could, her pussy exploding into hot, flashing fires while the swollen cunt-flesh throbbed under the savage attack. She came, came as hard as she ever had with the agony knifing through her climax at the same time. Twisting back and forth savagely, the wild woman jerked against her bonds, her body making the small bench scrape over the uneven floor.

Reverend Davis watched with wide eyes, his lips smacking while dribbles of saliva oozed down his chin. Ellen stared wildly. He could see! God in heaven, he could see that she came right in front of him. She was rutting there, climaxing again and again while he watched.

"Arghghhhh!"

The crop lashed across her face, leaving long red marks over her cheeks, then cut savagely across the tops of her tits. Ellen struggled, moving her legs as best she could while the leather straps cut into her ankles and wrists. She felt her fingers going numb.

She screamed back at the reverend, a stream of filth coming from her mouth that only could have been inspired by Satan, himself.

"Good," Reverend Davis said, backing away for a moment and drawing the back of one hairy hand over his sweaty forehead. "We've summoned the beast in you. Now, we must drive him out."

Ellen trembled at that.

CHAPTER SIX

Reverend Davis had to be mad. All his work had driven him over the edge. Ellen was certain of it.

But now, bound to the bench, her legs drawn widely apart, her body scarred with whip marks, Ellen thought only of surviving this hellish exorcism. She tried to rock her body from the blows. But that only made him strike out at her more savagely.

He lashed at her nipples, the leather burning into the sensitive tit-tips like hot coals. He dropped his free hand back don to her pussy, sliding his fingers into her hot, slippery fuckhole while keeping his thumb on the top of the puffy, hairy cunt-mound.

The shrillness of her cries bounced off the walls while Reverend Davis bits of Biblical wisdom for her. And when his fingers found deeper grip on her cunt-flesh, Ellen could feel his fingernails tearing into the soft, silky membranes. Still Reverend Davis lashed and beat at her, grabbing even more of her cunt. She fought him as best she could, spitting into his face, feeling her mind racing while he growled and snapped at her like a madman. She felt his excitement as well as his holy fervor raping her. When he drew close, she even lurched up as best she could at him. The pain in her pussy and his vicious struggling against her lewdness aroused her.

Ellen finally couldn't tell which was worse – the gruesome excitement of this crazed man of God, or her own flashes of sexual heat under the pain in her pussy.

The battle soon changed. Reverend Davis still whipped at her tits and belly with his crop. But his grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly at her cunt. Ellen found herself moving her hips from side to side, undulating them as if… as if one of the horrid Crenshaws were fucking her all over again. She breathed more regularly now, her whipped tits heaving up and down while a hotness radiated out from her pussy and warmed her all over.

She noticed a change in the reverend, as well. His voice had grown softer. Could he be succumbing to his own demon?

"Bitch."

But his voice no longer carried that awful conviction. He was leaning over her now, his gray eyes staring into her face. She submitted. She was his slave. He could make her do anything he wanted. His whip hand slacked from its awful lashing, moving from her tits to her belly, then to the flesh of her shoulders. When he dropped his face to her tits, his tongue licking against her nipples, Ellen knew for sure she was lost.