"… and so, my children, let us lift our minds to God, an all-forgiving God who asks for nothing more than our love."
It was the signal that the service was over Ellen put one hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn, slowly sliding from the front pew to join her husband and shake hands with the departing parishioners. It was with some surprise as she moved up the aisle with her minister husband that she saw Joe Crenshaw and two other tall young men standing near the door in the back. Others noticed too, stopping in their tracks for a moment, only to nod silently and move on by.
"Well, I'll be. The message of the Lord's even gotten to these boys," her husband muttered, patting Ellen's hand and not noticing the tremor running through her body.
Ellen couldn't believe the audacity of Joe coming here to the church. She knew just what was running through his warped mind. She pressed more firmly against her husband, feeling as if everyone suddenly knew how Joe Crenshaw had raped and beaten her and finally made her want his cock.
"Howdy, Reverend," Joe said, his eyes cold. He shot Ellen a quick mocking look, then introduced his two younger brothers, Caleb and Adam. Both were tall young men with that same high-cheeked ruggedness that gave Joe a forbidding, if extremely handsome look.
Ellen lowered her eyes, feeling her cunt-lips start to fold over one another as they swelled. She could feel that same dangerous warm glow flow over her skin while her nipples began to stiffen and itch against her bra. Oh, what a mockery she was making of both her husband and his religion as she stood there in the church and went into heat over those trashy Crenshaw boys!
"Wouldn't mind havin' you and the missus come over sometime for dinner, Reverend," Joe said, catching Ellen's eyes once more and grinning from ear to ear.
The woman blushed to the roots of her hair, remembering the rope binding her wrists and ankles and still feeling his teeth biting and crushing her nipples. She thought she was going to faint.
"You don't look at all well, dear," an older woman whispered after the Crenshaw boys left.
"I… it may be a slight cold. I think I'd better lie down," Ellen muttered, passing one hand over her burning forehead.
"Michael, I'm going home, if you don't mind. I'm not feeling well," Ellen said softly.
She didn't even hear what her husband replied as she walked shakily down the five steps to the ground and passed between the two tall Cyprus trees framing the church's entrance. She hadn't walked more than fifty feet when something caught her by the wrist. Ellen nearly screamed when she felt a callused hand clap over her mouth while an arm slipped about her waist. Someone was dragging her back, back into the bushes while she kicked and struggled.
Ellen knew full well who it was! They had come to the church to kidnap her! Her low heels slipped from her feet as branches scratched her arms. Through her curtaining hair, she caught sight of two men approaching her. One was the one called Caleb Crenshaw. Joe was next to him. It was the third brother then, Adam, who was dragging her backward, his warm cockbulge pressing against her ass-cheek while his right band still clamped more firmly around her mouth. No! She wasn't going to let them do this to her again! Opening her mouth as best she could, Ellen bit down hard on the restraining hand.
Adam shouted, pulling away and shaking his arm while Ellen bolted and started heading back to the church. She whimpered, knocking the branches from her face as she threw herself into the thicket and ran for her life. Joe was behind her, knocking down the bushes while his booted feet thudded closer and closer. Her nylons were tearing as her feet slipped over the uneven pound. A branch struck her face, leaving a long red mark over her right cheek as she stumbled backward stunned from the blow.
Joe caught her, his fingers digging cruelly into her arm. She fought him as best she could. But he was mad, pulling her back, striking her with his fists when he could until they were back in the small clearing.
"Hey, man, the slut don't wanna play with us," Adam said, rubbing his injured hand against his faded Levi's.
"Don't worry about that," Joe said, throwing Ellen to the ground. "She'll come around. She always does when you wave a cock in her face."
"You leave me alone! You all leave me alone!" she cried. "You've no right doing this to me. My husband…"
"Ain't gonna do nothin'," Joe spat back. "Adam, Caleb, let's get this slut back to our place. We can shut her up there."
Adam took a wadded dirty handkerchief from his rear pocket and shoved it down into Ellen's mouth while Caleb held her arms pinned tightly behind her. She tried kicking back, her feet slipping on the dirt as the guys pushed her forward. But the men were watching her now, not letting their prey get out of hand as they marched her through the woods to their home.
Ellen tried to calm herself, keeping her mind clear. She wouldn't make the mistake she had the last time. She would look for an escape, a moment when they were busy or drunk with their own lust. It would happen. It always happened with men. She just had to keep herself divorced from whatever they did to her to seize the moment and flee. She would have her husband and the sheriff take care of these awful men. In a while, she caught sight of that long low house once more. They stopped in the front yard.
"Strip the bitch, then tie her down out here," Joe barked.
Ellen couldn't believe the command. Caleb let her go and spun her around, curling his fingers and tearing open the dress.
"No!"
It ripped in two, fluttering to the ground like a deflated balloon. Ellen put her hands over her tits, folding one leg over the other as a light breeze from the north lifted her hair from her shoulders. Goose pimples broke out over her naked flesh as she drew in her upper arms, trying to hide her tits from the leering men. Adam moved behind her, slipping one finger under her bra strap and breaking open the halter. Caleb finished the job, ripping the bra from her body and sticking his nose into one of the cups.
"Man, good hot tits. Can smell it, Joe. I see what you mean now. Man, oh man, this bitch is gonna slut out when we get through with her."
"Ow!"
Someone had slapped her ass. She felt the stinging fingers through the white cotton panties Joe had mocked so much before. Wheeling around, Ellen pushed the loose hair from her eyes and glared at Adam, who was grinning at her. Joe stepped behind her, bringing down one fist between her narrow shoulder blades. The woman let out a grunt, her head snapping back while her knees grew weak and collapsed. She fell to the ground.
He came up to her once more, a large silhouetted figure in the dark looming above her. Ellen cringed, falling to one side and clawing her fingers into the dirt. But all he did was nod to his brothers, then they disappeared into the house for a moment. She refused to move, remaining quiet and still like a cornered, frightened little animal. When Caleb and Adam returned, Joe raised his eyes for a moment, then pointed to several points around the hapless woman.
"Stakes, right here. Plant 'em right. I don't wanna go move any shit around, especially when we got the preacher's wife wantin' this real bad," Joe said, his lips curling into that awful, mocking smile that made Ellen's blood freeze in her veins.
"No, oh please, no," she whispered.
Adam slipped his hands under her arms, dragging her back. Her heels left small trails in the soft dirt while she watched Caleb plant four wedge-shaped wooden stakes in a large box formation around her. He made certain they were in securely, pressing the heel of his black engineering boots across the wide tops and stomping them in. Adam threw her down, placing one foot against her throat to keep her flat on the ground. Ellen stared wide-eyed at him, sucking in air with a gasping, wheezing sound. She could feel dirt easing into her hot, sweaty ass-crack.