All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Any similarities to any persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Beth Clark lay in bed deep in sleep, the dream she found herself in was one she normally would of woken up from immediately had she not drank two glasses of wine and taken sleeping pills. She had caused this and now would have to live through the dream no matter it's contents which was especially tough since she hated these dreams. She had stopped giving her husband sex when their daughter was born and was glad for it. It was a disgusting deed in her mind. How some people considered themselves christians and still had sex was beyond her. The body was a fallen filthy animal whose urges should be denied, just like her mother taught her. Some called her frigid and repressed, but she was holy, and she believed that no matter what God was on her side. He just had to be. Right?
Yet here she was having a dream not only about sex, but in the most vile of ways. She was laying on her stomach completely naked straddling a leather bench completely exposed. Her ankles strapped into restraints and her head and wrists locked in stocks. She was somehow forced into this filthy doggy style position with no way out. The worst part was she could feel the arousal in her taut nipples and the wet heat between her naked legs. If this was real she would have been screaming, yelling, and demanding release. Yet her pussy was so wet it was seeping down her pussy and pooling on the black leather bench she was straddling. She kept trying to scream at herself to do something, be angry, yell, make demands, but her mouth refused to heed her. Instead her body continued to enjoy being restrained like a filthy whore.
Then she heard it. The sound of careful practiced footsteps making light gentle contact with the concrete floor. She didn't have long to wonder who it could be as an older gentleman in a grey suit came to stand in the doorway and smiled at her. The smile sent a shiver down her spine and made her nipples ache more than she thought possible. It never reached his cold, hard, eyes. She knew. She knew exactly who he was, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew and it terrified her mind, even if it did excite her body.
"Beth, Beth, Beth, I can tell by the look behind your eyes that you have figured out already who I am. Well you're mind grasps who you're religion claims me to be anyway, though even that is a lie of men who desire control. Don't worry though, I won't hurt you. No, I'm here to help you dear Beth." The mans silver tongued voice danced in the air about her making her body ache to be used.
Her pussy began to clench uncontrollably but her mind was racing. She had to find a way to wake up! But no matter how she tried, her bodies excitement kept clawing at her focus. Tearing at her resistance. She was Holy, she was a child of God almighty! This can't be happening, I can't be a fucking whore she thought to herself.
"Oh but it is, and I'm going to show you, Beth, that you are indeed a filthy sex crazed whore. You know the sad truth of the matter, the REAL sad truth of the matter is that you, just like your mother, have been working for me your entire life." The older man said as he walked up to her and ran a single gloved finger along her cheek.
"I would never work for the devil," Beth spat at him in her mind.
"How quaint, Beth, but you have. You have. Who do you think has orchestrated your life, who do you think has convinced you human wives to stop having sex with your husbands? Who do you think taught your mother the same? You see, your God created sex as a protection for marriages, it's the greatest tool you have to protect your families." He said through disdainful chuckles.
"It's almost sad how easy it was to take over the churches and convince housewives that sex is vile and makes them whores. You all took the bait hook line and sinker, and even ran farther than I supposed you would with it. That in turn left your husbands and your children completely vulnerable to the temptations God made you a shield against in their lives." The man said as he walked behind her out of view. Beth felt his gloved hand reach up and begin to caress her ass. She couldn't offer any tirade, she only offered silence as a single tear fell from her eye as his words worked her mind over, the truth sinking in deeper than she wanted it to. The guilt and shame washed over her making her body seem to vibrate with pleasure.
"Why do you think your sister ended up your daddy's willing little cockwhore? It was because of the work your mother did for me unwittingly that your sister and father were able to see who they truly were, what they truly were meant for. Even now she's on her knees gulping down his hot cum while her pregnant belly swells with their children." The man said forcefully and smacked her ass. An unintentional moan escaped her lips and her legs began to lightly shake as he began sliding a vibrator into her ass. 'Damn her body for refusing to co-operate, damn it for loving pain so much' Beth thought.
The mental image his words created in her mind with the physical treatment she was receiving was too much and sent her over the edge into an ecstasy filled orgasm. She felt so ashamed, she tried to convince herself that this was just a dream, that he was lying, that he was the father of lies like her pastor and mother had told her, but her body refused to care, in fact, her body leaned into the truths he was speaking. Her mind went blank for a few moments when he shoved a ball gag in her mouth and buckled it tightly behind her head. Making her moan deeply around it. She knew he was slowly breaking her mind, and her body was all to willing to help.
"Tsk...Tsk...None of that Beth. You see, while I do tend to lie, sometimes a lot, this, no this is very much the truth. Isn't it Beth. You know it is, you're the one that caught cute little Alex begging for your daddy's cum like a whore as he fucked her ass like a man unleashed that day you hid in her closet. All because you didn't want to get caught raiding her clothes for something to wear in hopes it would tempt your daddy to fuck you on your birthday." the man pulled off his suit coat, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed a flogger and slowly began to swat her ass.
She knew she wouldn't be able to take much more of this. She couldn't stop her body from cumming like the filthy whore she was deep down, her mind spun more and more out of control. She had tried to bury these memories deep down. To never be seen again. Yet. He so easily plucked them out of her as if they were flowers in an open field. Though she couldn't admit it aloud, she knew she was enjoying this, her cum was running down her thighs and pooling under her stomach on the bench she was strapped to. The thought of how filthy and disgusting she was as she wallowed in her own juices drove her body's ecstasy further out of control. Beth held on to the faint hope that this was really just a dream, that no one would ever know about this.
"The real kicker is you enjoyed it. You didn't bust out of the closet like a good christian girl would have, you didn't stand up for what was holy. No, I saw what you did while you hid in that closet you filthy fucking whore. Instead of the godly thing, you decided to pull your panties to the side and began to finger your pussy with abandon imagining it was you taking your fathers cock deep in your ass." He said whipping her with each line. She was groaning loudly around the ballgag in her mouth and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head in delight as her juices were beginning to drip onto the floor. she was cumming so much more than she ever had.
