Rectory of Correction by Amanita Virosa Page A

failed to keep quite still. The mantel clock continued to tick away ominously. Still, she was sure she could make out something else. A quiet, rhythmic noise that could only be the heart-stopping, toe-curling, clitoris-tickling sound of a man diligently lubricating his erection with best butter.
    â€˜Ooh...!’
    â€˜Quiet!’ he snarled, sounding to her terrified ears more savage dog than man.
    Faith moaned despite his order as she felt his glans nuzzle against the ring of tender tissue. She let out another little cry as the nuzzling became a push. Then she groaned as his lubricated cockhead slipped inside. Her whole body squirmed in response.
    â€˜Wriggle all you like, you won’t escape me now, you little slut!’ the Reverend chuckled as he worked himself, inch by inch, into her hole. Faith whimpered as his great cock pushed deeper inside her. She would split, surely. It was too big. She was too tight. A gurgling noise came from deep in her throat as she squirmed helplessly on the relentless fleshy skewer.
    Faith turned her head and sought respite from the sensation by biting into her own naked shoulder. Surely it was not this big before?
    Suddenly, the strong hands that had gripped her hips reached around and grasped the top of her corset, unhooking the front of the garment with almost contemptuous ease. Faith, whose eyes were screwed tight closed, felt her full breasts spring out of their prison.
    â€˜Ooh, sir...’ she gasped as he took her breasts in his hands, kneading the tender flesh with a brusqueness that was very close to painful. She squealed as he thrust himself ever deeper, completely captive in her master’s iron grip. A growling sound escaped him as he reamed her. Faith had never heard anything quite like it. The Reverend Dawes took her engorged nipples between finger and thumb and twisted until she shrieked in mindless response.
    Faith had been buggered before, over this very bedstead, but this time there was something new; a more furious intensity. The Reverend thrust deep inside her, then eased his cock at least halfway out. Then Faith squealed like a piglet as he pistoned in again. Dawes fucked her ruthlessly. She shrieked as he buried his teeth in the back of her neck.
    â€˜Please,’ she moaned, completely lost in a red mist of sensation, ‘I must...’
    Normally Faith would never have dared ask it, let alone beg, but the buggering was taking her to a place somewhere beyond fear and pain. Amazingly, the Reverend responded, releasing her left breast and dropping his hand, searching out the necessary place.
    â€˜Oh, oh, yes... don’t stop,’ she moaned as he withdrew and then thrust deep inside once again. His hand had found its target, closing over her crotch, and her pelvis did its best to move in response. Each brutal thrust of his cock now forced her forward, grinding her clitoris against the heel of his hand. It did not take many strokes before her body simply exploded with pleasure.
    â€˜Oh! Ah! Yes, yes, yes, yes !’ Faith howled as ecstasy engulfed her, barely aware of what she was saying or doing. Perhaps it was her abandoned bucking that triggered her ravisher’s response, or the convulsive tightening of her anal ring around his cock as she squirmed in her climax. Whatever the catalyst, she felt him grind his manhood even harder into her rear and the air was filled with the blasphemous oaths that frequently preceded the Reverend’s thunderous ejaculations. Swept away on a tidal wave of pleasure though she was, Faith could have sworn she felt something hot and wet and impossibly copious hose deep in her entrails.
    Her master recovered himself first, although his erection was slow to subside and he still filled her.
    â€˜Come on,’ he chuckled, releasing a throbbing nipple to slap her cheek gently.
    Awareness of her situation seeped into Faith’s mind all to quickly. She was still bent over the end of the bedstead, the