Ella (Twisted Tales) (3 page)

Jack released my nose and I dragged air loudly while he continued to fuck my face.  Then he grasped my throat, holding me tightly so that I had to keep still to take slow breaths through my nose.  It was difficult when screaming against his cock.

Adam and Lionel came almost at the same time, filling my ass and pussy with their hot sperm.  Jack released me and pulled from my mouth.  Oh God.  He wasn’t finished, I realized as they untied me and lowered me to the floor.  I was taken
to the low chair Adam had used before.  This time, they positioned me so that my legs were beneath me, ankles tied to my thighs, with my arms bound behind me as well.  They laid me upside down on the small table on my back and dangled my head over the edge.  Jack immediately forced his cock into my throat wrapping one arm around my head to hold me in place.  He began slamming into me without care of my discomfort while he used his free hand to slap wildly at my clit.  I screamed against him and in moments he filled me with his cum, thrusting it deep into my throat until I managed to swallow.  The other three did the same, not as violently but just as quickly found release.  Then they left me there, tied up, and in the dark.

No one
return until hours late, early in the morning.  It was Adam and he wasn’t alone.  As Adam lit the candle, I recognized the man as a farmer of Salem, Caleb, husband and father of seven children.  He was a big man, built for labor.  The moment he saw me bound, his eyes darkened.  I watched him begin undressing.

“You will let this man use you, Ella.”  Adam told me and then turned and left.  I expected the worst but he just climbed on top of me and fucked me, coming into my pussy with a shout after only a few minutes.  When he left, Adam returned, untied me and allowed me to return to my room.

I didn’t know what any of that was about until a week later when I overheard Adam, Jack, Lionel, Caleb, and the local preacher talking in the parlor.  I stood outside the door and listened to their conversation, shocked at what they were discussing.

“She keeps evil away.  That’s why the devil hasn’t come to our home when he seems rampant in the rest of the town,” Adam explained.

“It’s true,” Caleb chimed.  “After I’d lain with her, my crops did better and my wife was in better spirits.”

“Becky was having problems with her pregnancy until George went to Ella.  Now she has no discomfort at all,”
Jack added and I realized they were speaking of me.

“If this is true, we could purge our town of evil.”  The preacher finally spoke.  What did that I mean, I wondered.

“It’s why I sent for you, Reverend,” Adam agreed. 

“I want to see the woman,” the preacher said and Adam raised his voice to call my name.  I waited a moment before entering the parlor.

“Ella, this is Reverend Elbas.  Reverend, this is our Ella,” Adam introduced.

“Is what I’ve been told about you true, girl?” the preacher asked.  “Are you a vessel of God and do you ward of the evil that plagues other households?”  I glanced from his stern expression to Adam who gave me a slight nod.  I didn’t know what any of it truly meant but did understand if I was accused of warding off evil I could not be called a witch from the devil if I was.

“I have never known my stepfather as a liar, sir,” I answered.

“He is no liar,” Lionel spoke for the first time.

The preacher studied me for a long moment and then turned to Adam.  “You know my own wife has been ill for days.”  When Adam nodded, he continued.  “I will see for myself it what you say is true.”

Adam nodded again before addressing me.  “Undress, Ella, so that the Reverend may use your body and see what I’ve told him is no lie.”

I swallowed, glancing between the men in the room before I slowly took off my clothes.  It was the first time anyone had ever wanted me to be naked and used in the middle of the day.  I understood then why George had taken Becky out for the day.

“
Her healing is stronger if she is bound,” Jack told him and produced some lengths of rope.  Had this been what he was whispering about a week before?  Was it his doing? 

The preacher nodded so Jack stepped forward.  He bound me as he had before and positioned me on a pallet I’d not noticed in the room before.  This had definitely been planned. 

“You will let the Reverend use you, Ella, and you will heal his wife,” Adam told me.  I would have laughed except I knew I shouldn’t.  Instead I nodded.

“How is
she most effective?”  The reverend asked.

It was Jack that answered.  “I’ve found her mouth offers the most satisfaction and the healing is stronger when prompted from her body.”  He held up a wooden spoon.  The reverend finally freed himself from his trousers and stepped around so that his member hung in front of my face.  I opened my mouth and he slid between my lips.  I closed my mouth over him and began sucking his cock until it hardened
into a long rod.

“Hold her.  Sometimes it is too much for her to
keep still,” Jack instructed and the reverend’s cold hands grasped me on either side of my head.  There was an evil look in Jack’s eyes as he neared.

“You want to get as deep into her healing as possible, Reverend,” Jack told him then lifted the spoon and tapped it firmly against my clit so that I cried out.  The Reverend pushed deeper and I heard the sharp intake of breath.  That spoon slapped again just a bit harder.  The Reverend pushed deeper and deeper still when I muffled another cry against his cock.

His fingers tightened on either side of my head and the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat as Jack began repeatedly slapping my pussy with the spoon.  My cries vibrated through the preacher’s cock and he drew back then thrust deeper into my throat causing me to gag.

“Hold her, Reverend,” Jack encouraged.  “It won’t work if you stop it.”

The Reverend grunted as he drove his full length into my throat.  I gagged but he didn’t stop thrusting.  And my cries continued as Jack began slapping that spoon with fever.  He gradually began striking harder and harder until that sting was constant and shook my body with heat.  My cries became screams and the Reverend drove into them wildly.  Pleasure exploded through my body and I bucked beneath its force while the preacher continued to assault my mouth violently. 

“Give to her, Reverend, and receive God’s gift,” Jack said on a heavy breath.

The preacher filled my throat with his cum then pulled from my mouth.  Jack’s assault ended and I swallowed.  Reverend Elbas quickly adjusted his trousers and looked at the others in the room.

“In one week, if my wife isn’t recovered, I will have her hung as a witch.”

Fear leapt in my chest.

“Understood but she will have healed,” Adam assured him and the preacher left.

“But…” I started to voice my concerns.

“His wife only suffers from a cold,” Jack grinned down at me.  “His housemaid told me she was already recovering.  In a week she’ll be as right as rain
in less than a week.”

I breathed out with relief.
  Just as he’d predicted, the Reverend returned in two days, announcing that I was indeed a vessel of God, an instrument against evil.  He fucked my throat again before he left.  In just a few days the word spread and men began to show up asking if they cold partake in the vessel of God.  Adam turned them away at first but Jack convinced him that for a few coins from each of them, I could be earning more than my keep in the household.

Adam and his sons began working and quickly, transforming the cellar into a place where I could receive the men of Salem.  And then the day came when they announced they would allow them into our home.  George sent his wife to the midwife’s house insisting she needed rest during the final months of her pregnancy.  She went and the house filled with eager men.

“There will be no time to see to them all,” Adam said from the top of the cellar stairwell.  Jack bound me as he had before and lay me on a bed they’d constructed that was bolted to the floor.

“She can take them three at a time,” Jack answered, sneering down at me.  “Send in the first three.”  Adam disappeared and a moment later three men descended, followed by the preacher.

“I will be present during God’s work,” he insisted.

“It will help with someone holy to witness,” Jack agreed then addressed the men who began to undress.  “Do not stop until your healing is sated.”

One of them lay down on the cot and I was lowered so that his cock could enter my ass.  Another crawled between my legs.  Jack instructed the one beneath me to hold my head so that another could straddle my face and hold on to the headboard.  They all followed his instructions and I was soon filled with cocks.

They began fucking me and it wasn’t rough at first.  But Jack would make sure that didn’t last.

“Faster,” he encouraged.  “It doesn’t work unless it’s prompted from her.”  Their rhythm increased but Jack wasn’t satisfied.  He gave the spoon to the preacher.

“Strike her breasts so that there is enough healing for all three.”

The Reverend began striking me lightly just enough to send heat through me and cause me to cry out.

“More,” Jack encouraged the men inside of me.

“Yes,” the preacher chimed, “Take the healing that God offers.  You must give in to it.”

The men in my pussy and ass began pumping into me and I heard their breaths deepen.  The man in my mouth increased his rhythm, plunging into every cry so that my voice vibrated through his cock.  He groaned and his hips jerked.

“Faster,” Jack said and they obliged.

“Receive God’s blessing,” the preacher’s voice rose and the spoon slapped harder.  “Take what he offers.”

The man in my mouth thrust deep into my throat and his hips jerked in sharp movements as I screamed against him.  One by one, they filled me then climbed off.

I saw the flushed look in the preacher’s face and Jack’s smug smile before he spoke.  “Send down all the others.  Perhaps witnessing the healing, they will be more eager to receive it.”  The men that left nodded.  Moments after they left, the cellar was filled.  Jack wiped me clean then moved to sit in a chair across the room.  He motioned for the next three men.

Like before the preacher encouraged them but Jack said nothing.  He just sat and watched.  They came into me and again he wiped me clean.  But then things changed.  The next three men were far more rough, having watched the others on me.  And when it was time for three more, they didn’t give Jack time enough to clean me up.

Their fingers dug into my hips and thighs while the one in my mouth, thrust wildly causing me to gag.  Thankfully the preacher didn’t strike me with the spoon.  He just stood back encouraging them.

The next three stepped forward as soon as they were finished and I could see that the rest were now jerking at their cocks while they waited.  This time the man that straddled my face did it facing the man in my pussy.  He reached down and grasped my head, angled it, and then thrust deep in my throat.  I gagged but he ground into my face, groaning deeply. The man in my pussy slapped at my tits and I muffled a scream that had the one in my mouth grunting.  His hands tightened and he pulled me flush so that his ball sac pressed against my nose.  I couldn’t breathe and struggled but with the preacher’s encouragement he ground harder down onto my lips.

The men in my pussy and ass pumped wildly, seeming to be swept up in
a madness as the man in my mouth finally released me enough to let me drag air through my nose.  He began stroking forcefully in my throat, ignoring my gags.  He shouted when he filled my throat.  He climbed off as I swallowed but the other two continued while another took his place.  He fucked my face with abandon, stopping only after the other two came into me and moved for two more to step forward.

“Wait.”  Jack stopped him before they could take positions.  He instructed two of them to lift me from the bed.  He had then secure ropes from the ceiling so that I was hanging sideways, still bound.  It allowed them easier access.  The man grasped my face and plunged into my throat while the other two took their positions in front and behind me.  After a few moments, they began rocking me back and forth, taking advantage of the ropes.

It went on for hours.  Three by three the men of Salem used me.  All the while the preacher encouraged them.  And then they were gone.

“You did good work today, Reverend,” Jack said as he released me from the ropes that hung me.  But he didn’t untie me.  Instead he
set me on the cot and proceeded to wash my sore body clean.  “You deserve God’s healing more than the rest.  Take your fill.”  He turned and left me with the preacher.  There was a wild look in Reverend Elbas’ eyes.  He’d witnessed hours of men using me, of prompting them to be rougher and wilder. Now it was his turn.

He grasped me and positioned me across the bed so that my head dangled over the side.  Then he took off his trousers and straddled my face.  I cried out when he picked up the spoon and to my shock slid the slim end of it into my ass.  His cold fingers pushed into my pussy, first two, then three, and then four, stretching me.  His long cock bumped my lips and I weakly opened for him.

He slid in and out of my mouth to the same rhythm he fucked my pussy with his fingers.  “That’s good, girl.  More now.”  He pushed more of his length in and with his free hand, slapped my clit so that I cried out against the sting.  His hips jerked and he forced more of him into my throat.  I gagged but he slapped again and my sounds of pleasure muffled against him.