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Copyright © 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

 

At Play In the Bushes of the Lord

By

Norm DePloom

artha stood beside her new husband on the porch of the mission house and watched the small steam powered riverboat puff it’s way down river and disappear around the distant bend.  She mentally reviewed the strange turn of events in her life that had brought her to this remote South American outpost.  Her goal was not so much to feel happy, as it was to feel contented with her life.  Mark’s unpleasant attitude must be from the strain of the trip, she thought, things will get better now. 

 

As the mousy daughter of a minister she had felt flustered at the attention paid to her by the handsome missionary living with them during his year long leave from the mission field.  Martha had just turned eighteen when he arrived, and Mark was almost forty, but her parents did not seem to mind the age difference.  When she mentioned his age to her mother she told her that a young girl needed an ‘older more responsible’ man to take her in hand and ‘protect and guide’ her.  Martha was frightened by Mark’s stern visage, but as a young girl Martha had dreamed of being a missionary, and ‘preaching the gospel’ to the ‘savages’ of the world, and in other ways Marks stern demeanor was comfortingly paternal.

 

On the night before the wedding, just one week before they boarded the ship her new husbands return to his mission post, her mother, with great embarrassment, and much use of euphemisms explained her wifely duties to her.  Her mother told her that she would be expected to perform her ‘wifely duties’ any time her husband wanted, but that since Mark was a ‘good Christian man’ he would be gentle and not expect too much of her.  It was explained to Martha that these ‘wifely duties’ were the price women had to pay for the honor of ‘baring children for the Lord’.

 

The next afternoon they were married in a simple ceremony performed by her father.  They left that evening, by train, for New York, where they would purchase the supplies for their coming trip to the mission post.  Despite the ‘dire warnings’ of her mother about her ‘wifely duties’, Martha’s wedding night was spent dosing on the train listening to the clickity-clack of the wheels carrying them closer to their destination.  Martha had expected to see at least some of the great city of New York while they made their purchases, and prepared their luggage for the boat trip to South America. 

 

She was disappointed when Mark put her in a cheap Hotel room and insisted on doing all of the shopping alone. He even took responsibility for buying her clothes, saying he knew what she would need when they arrived at their new home. Martha occupied her days by reading her Bible; writing in her journal, and ‘really’ cleaning the room after the maids were done. 

 

Martha avoided talking to the maids, they seemed very low and disreputable to her.  The conversations she overheard seemed to indicate that more money was to be made by being ‘friendly’ with the customers, than by cleaning their rooms.  Martha did not have the experience to really know what these women were talking about, but she guessed that it had something to do with ‘harlotry’.  Martha had no real knowledge of what a ‘harlot’ would do, except that it must be something so degrading that a husband would not even ask his wife to do it.

 

The day they were to board the ship Martha was again left alone in the room while Mark made last minute purchases and arrangements.  Sitting in the room, her bags packed and ready to go, Martha wrote in her journal about her confusion.  Mark had made no attempt to have her perform her ‘wifely duties’.  From the first night she had been prepared to be guided by her husband, doing whatever he asked of her. 

 

Nervously she had waited each night for Mark to touch her, to indicate some desire for her.  Now she pored out her disappointment and hurt on the pages of her journal.  When Mark, and some rough looking men, showed up to collect her and the luggage Martha was relieved.  The weather had been warming, and the tiny hotel room was becoming unbearably hot.  Martha fanned herself and delicately pulled at the collar around her neck as they were driven to the docks.

 

The trip to South America aboard the tramp steamer had been miserable.  The crew was dirty and obscene.  The officers were only slightly better.  The cabin was even smaller, and hotter than the hotel room had been.  Despite the oppressive heat Martha chose to stay in the cabin as much as possible, and only go out on deck in the company of her husband.  Mark on the other hand, spent much of his time socializing with the officers, and men of the small ship.  He seemed to get along with these disgusting people much better than Martha thought a ‘good Christian man’ should.

 

Each leg of the journey led them to smaller dirtier quarters, fouler dirtier people and hotter more humid weather.  Mark had stopped talking to her except to issue orders as to where she was to stay, and how long she would have to wait until he returned from making arrangements for the next leg of the trip.  The final segment aboard the small steam powered boat up the river to the remote station had been the worst. 

 

The ‘captain’ of the boat was a filthy, foul smelling, booze-guzzling dwarf that looked like some depraved gnome from a children’s fairy tale.  He continued to stare at her, and make comments to Mark in some language unknown to Martha.  Although she could not understand the language, Martha was sure the comments being made about her were obscene and uncomplimentary, she began to get angry at Mark for not reprimanding the disgusting little creature.  Once, when Martha started to question Mark about allowing this behavior to continue, he glared at her with obvious scorn and malice, then spoke apologetically to the awful little man, who dissolved in paroxysms of laughter and made obscene gestures.

 

Finally everything was off the boat, the mission house was opened, she was ready to start the task of cleaning it, and making it a home, and the evil little man was disappearing down the river.  Surely, she thought, Mark will be his old caring self now.  Mark turned to her,

 

“Come with me.” Was all he said, then turned and walked back into the mission house.  As Martha turned to follow her husband, it suddenly struck her that she was all alone with a man she barely knew, she had no way to communicate, and no one to ask for help if she needed it.  She was totally dependent on Mark, and the thought frightened her.

 

The mission house centered on the largest room, the ‘sanctuary’ where they would be holding services for the converts.  The front door led from the porch to the sanctuary, behind and to the side of the altar at the far end of the room was a door leading into their living quarters.  The living quarters consisted of a bedroom, a kitchen, a ‘family’ room and a small office. 

 

A door in the kitchen led to a back porch where there was a shower, and a path leading to a small building at the edge of the clearing.  Martha followed her husband down the isle between the wooden benches, around the altar, and through the door into the Mark’s office.  Mark moved the chair from behind the desk and sat down.

 

“Come over here.” He ordered sternly.  Martha walked over and stood in front of her seated husband.  Without any warning or explanation Mark reached under her dress and began to pull her panties off.  Martha started to pull back and protest.

 

“Stand still.”  The menace in Marks voice frightened Martha.  She stood still while her husband pulled her panties down around her ankles.  Having someone else’s hands touching her thighs, and pulling her panties off, was a new experience, and despite her fear, a pleasant one. 

 

“Step out of them.” Martha obeyed, and stepped out of the panties, Mark picked them up and held them.  “Go to the bedroom and bring me all of your panties, bras and slips” Mark commanded, then added “NOW!” when she did not respond immediately to his order.

 

Martha walked in a daze through the family room to the bedroom.  She felt strange without panties on.  She had never in her whole life gone without panties except when she was taking a bath.  She had to admit the dress moving against her bare butt did feel exciting. 

 

Martha quickly hid one bra and one pair of panties in the back of her drawer, then gathered up the rest of them and returned to her husband’s office.  Her feelings of confusion and fear increased as she walked back into the office and saw her husband holding her dirty panties up to his nose and inhaling deeply through them.  What kind of pervert have I married, she wondered.  Mark took the bras and panties from his wife.

 

“Are you sure you brought me all of them?” he asked.  Martha hesitated then answered.

 

“Yes” Mark looked at her skeptically.

 

“Before I count these, and punish you if they are not all here, I will give you a chance to go back and search your drawer to make sure you did not ‘accidentally’ miss any.  Because, if you deliberately disobey me at any time I will have to punish you severely.”   Mark looked at his wife, hanging her head in confusion.

 

“Now, go back and check, just to make sure.” Martha’s mind reeled as she returned to the bedroom to retrieve the missing underwear.  Her mind spun with questions, why is he being so mean, why did I come here, why am I getting so wet ‘down there’.  Martha returned to her husband with the missing garments.  Mark took them and added them to the pile on the desk.

 

“There is still one bra you haven’t given me.  Take off the one you are wearing.”  Martha went back to the bedroom, removed her bra, put the dress back on, then returned to her husband with the last of her under garments.  All of the dressed Mark had purchased for her had long tight sleeves, a tight bodice with buttons running down the front to the belted waist, and a full skirt down almost to the ankles. 

 

Walking back to the office she felt her nipples getting hard.  She had never been without a bra, except to bathe of sleep since her breasts first started developing.  Like the rubbing of the dress against her but, the material rubbing against her gently bouncing breasts was a new and stimulating experience.  Martha returned and stood in front of her husband her face red with shame, her last bra in her outstretched hand, her nard nipples poking against the material of her dress, and her ‘place’ wet and open.  Mark took the bra, then picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut the bras and panties into useless pieces.

 

“You will have no further use for these.  From now on you will wear only the dresses I purchased for you.  Do you know why you will not be allowed to wear panties?”  Martha shook her head ‘no’.  Mark reached up under her dress and felt her wet cunt.  “You are not allowed to wear panties because, as my wife, you must be available at all times to satisfy my sexual needs.”  He pushed a finger into her wet opening.  Martha gasped, and her body jerked.  She had never been touched there.  “In other words,” Mark explained, “when I want to fuck you I don’t want to have a pair of panties in my way.”

 

Martha’s face turned deep red in embarrassment, her eyes leaked tears of shame, how could her ‘good Christian’ husband talk to her this way.  Marks thumb rubbed against her clit as he pushed his finger back inside her and Martha felt like a jolt of electricity had run through her body.  Martha felt shame that her husband would treat her like this, she felt even deeper shame that her body would react as it was.  Mark pulled his finger out of her wet hole and let her dress drop to the floor.

 

“Kneel down in front of me.”  Mark pulled her down to her knees between his legs.  “Do you know why your not allowed to ware a bra?”  Martha shook her head ‘no’, tears running down her red face.  She wanted to run into the jungle and hide in shame, but she couldn’t, she was trapped.  She was more afraid of the jungle than she was of Mark.  Mark began to unbutton the front of her dress.  “I like breasts, “ He unbuttoned her dress down to the button just below her tits, then, reaching in he pulled each breast out and left it hanging over the top of her dress. “and from know on I want to see yours all of the time.”  Martha squeezed her eyes shut in shame and sobbed as tears streamed down her cheeks.

 

“Why,” she sobbed “why are you doing this to me?”  She clung to his knees and her whole body shook with her sobs.

 

“Because I want to.  You are my wife.  You promised to obey me.  Do you want to break your wedding vows already?”

 

“NO!” Martha sobbed, breaking your wedding vows was one of the worst things a woman could do.  She would obey him like she had promised, no matter how humiliating it was, but she wondered again, why were her nipples so hard, and why was she so wet ‘down there’.  Mark lifted her by her shoulders.

 

“Up straight, just because you’re kneeling, don’t slump over.”  Martha straightened her back, and stopped sobbing.  Mark gently grasped her breasts, and rubbed them, concentrating on her already hard nipples.  Martha moaned as another gush of wetness flowed over the walls of her still virgin cunt. 

 

“Do you know what a ‘blowjob’ is?” Mark asked Martha as he manipulated her breasts.

 

“No”

 

“Have you ever heard of ‘cock sucking’?”  Martha recognized the obscene term for a man’s genitals but, do to her sheltered upbringing, she had never been introduced to the concept of ‘cock sucking’.  Her stomach turned as she realized exactly what Mark was talking about.  Oh God no, she prayed, I can’t do that.  Mark handed her a dog-eared well-read paperback book. 

 

“The first chapter of this book describes how to give a man a ‘blowjob’.  Take this book to the bedroom and read the first chapter.  In one hour I will ring this bell,” Mark indicated a brass bell on his desk, “and you will return to me here ready to perform every thing described in the first chapter of this book.  Do you understand?” 

 

Martha felt like she was floating in some unreal dream world, these humiliating things could not be happening.  How could they? How could a ‘good Christian’ husband be making her do these things.  How could a ‘good Christian’ young virgin be getting so hot and wet doing these things?  Mark grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a rough shake

 

“I said ‘Do you understand?’”  Martha nodded her head weakly.

 

“Yes” was her almost inaudible reply.

 

“Then get up and go to your room.” Mark turned and started to read silently from the Bible open on his desk.  Martha felt like a naughty little girl being sent to her room for punishment.  Her breasts swung gently from side to side as she walked through the family room and with each step she could feel the sticky wetness on her thighs.

 

Martha sat on the double bed in the bedroom and looked down at the book Mark had given her to read.  She read the title “A Comprehensive Study of New York Street Prostitutes” under the title she read “With interviews of many of New York’s best known prostitutes.”  Martha stared off into space for a while, then reached underneath her dress and felt the stickiness on her thighs, then felt the puffed sticky opening of her vagina.  Martha had never touched herself there before, except in a quick and business like manner when she washed herself during her bath.  It felt good, sent a thrill through her, but not the bolt of electricity that Mark’s touch had caused.

 

Martha pulled her hand out from under her dress with a flood of deeper humiliation and shame.  I can’t do this, she thought, but deep inside her a little voice answered, ‘you know you want to’.  She opened the book to the first chapter.  It was headed “A top New York Hooker Tells What Men Ask For Most”.  Martha read with increasing interest and apprehension  “Kay” the prostitute’s detailed description of how she gave men blowjobs that “kept them coming back for more”. 

 

Martha was repulsed and sickened by the thought of taking a man’s penis in her mouth.  Her humiliation deepened, Mark obviously had no respect for her.  How could he make her walk around with her breasts showing and force her to read this trash if he loved and respected her?  Then Martha read the last section, the “Key to giving professional quality blow jobs”.  Here Martha read that the key to ‘top quality’ blowjobs was to ‘act like the man’s cock is God’ and that you are ‘worshiping it with your mouth’.

 

Martha turned pale.  This was blasphemy, sacrilege, idolatry, Mark could not really want her to pretend that his... his..., she could not even think the word that Kay used in the book, was God and worship it.  He would be asking her to put her soul at risk.  No, she thought, I can’t do that, he can’t really want me to do that. Martha jumped off the bed and rushed back to the office.  Martha stopped just inside the office door and held the book out in her left hand, with her fright hand she pointed at the book.

 

“Mark you can’t possible...” Mark stood up with such force that his chair slammed against the wall startling Martha and causing her to pause mid sentence and look up.  She looked up from the book just in time to see Mark storm across the room.  Grabbing her by the hair, he looked menacingly into her face.

 

“Are you stupid? Or disobedient?”  He waited for an answer.  Martha was stunned, she rubbed her cheek and started speaking in a stuttered rush trying to explain why she had disobeyed Mark.  The only word that came out clearly was ‘idolatry’.  

 

“According to the Bible I am the head of the house.  That means I do the thinking not you.  I will tell you what is idolatry and what is not.  Do you understand that?” Martha sniffed and tried to stifle her sobs.

 

“Yes”

 

“Now, do you understand what you were told to do?”

 

“Yes”

 

“Repeat it back to me so I can be sure.”

 

“You...you ...said....said ...to...to go to the bedroom and read the first chapter of this book.” Martha held the book up in her left hand.

 

“What else?” Mark asked.

“To return when you rang the bell and be prepared to do everything described in the first chapter of this book.”  Martha had come into the room feeling like an adult woman ready to confront Mark, now she was feeling like a disobedient little girl again.

 

“Have I rung the bell?”

 

“No”

 

“So, since you understand your instructions, that means you are being disobedient, but since I love you I will not punish you this time.  If you ever disobey me again I will give you twice the punishment.  Do you understand that?”  He stared directly at her forcing her to cast her eyes down to the floor.

 

“Yes” she replied meekly.

 

“Then get your bare tits back in the bed room and prepare yourself to suck my cock.”  Mark released her hair and spun around to return to his desk.  Martha stumbled and almost fell when her hair was released, then she recovered and walked slowly and uncertainly back into the bedroom.  She looked out the window and noticed that it had started raining so hard she could not see across the clearing to the jungle beyond.  I couldn’t possibly survive out there, she thought, I’m going to have to do what he wants.  I can just pretend to worship his penis, I don’t have to really worship it.

 

Martha felt degraded, humiliated and filled with shame.  She could not understand herself, the more degraded, humiliated and shamed she was the wetter and more sensitive her vagina seemed to become.  She was so wet it was oozing out onto her thighs, and her vagina was so sensitive that just squeezing her thighs together stimulated her.  This response of her body shamed and humiliated her even more.

 

Martha opened the book and read the chapter three more times.  She was just reading Kay’s claim that worshipping the cock is the only way to give a top quality blow job and that “...this is why the best blow jobs are given with the woman on her knees, that’s the natural position for worshipping.”, when the bell started ringing.  Martha stood up and walked like she was in a trance.  She walked through the kitchen and stopped just inside the office door. Mark looked up at her and smiled.

 

“Come over here honey.” He said sweetly.  Martha walked across the office and stood in front of her husband.  Mark reached up and massaged her bare breasts. “Are you ready to suck my cock?”

 

“Yes” Mark let her breasts go and reached up under her dress.

 

“Spread your legs dear.” Martha spread her legs, and Mark felt her wet sticky thighs and cunt. “From know on I don’t want to have to tell you to spread your legs.  Whenever I reach for your cunt you are to spread your legs without being told.  Do you understand?” Martha blushed at the coarse language being used by her ‘good Christian’ husband.  She felt more ashamed and humiliated having her vagina referred to as a ‘cunt’.  Mark slipped a finger into her, his thumb rubbed against her clit.  Her body jerked, Martha felt like electric fire ran through her body.  She moaned softly as his finger slipped in and out of her virgin cunt and his thumb rubbed over her clit.  Mark removed his fingers and let her dress drop. “You’ll be ready to fuck soon, but right now you are going to suck my cock. Now kneel.”  Martha was so overcome with shame and humiliation that she fell to her knees and wept in front of her husband.  She hung her head and spoke softly.

 

“Why are you humiliating me this way?  To talk like that about me, it shames me.”  She held her head down hoping he would not punish her for speaking.  Mark leaned close to her ear and spoke softly to her.

 

“And the shame makes you hot and wet.  Your cunt is oozing fuck juice like a slut.  You want me to talk about ‘making love’.  I will make love to you at times, but this after noon I am going to fuck you.  You are going to learn what fucking is about, and you are going to learn what a slut you really are.”  Martha continued to hang her head and feel the shame and humiliation, and Mark was right with every wave of shame and humiliation she got wetter.  She felt like the sticky wetness was running down almost to her knees.  Mark leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together behind his head “Now show me what you have learned about cock sucking.”

 

Martha reached for her husbands belt buckle, Mark grabbed her hand and held it, Martha started to panic, what have I done wrong she wondered.  “Ask permission” Martha swallowed hard twice.

 

“May I... May I...” Mark leaned forward and gently held her head, a hand on each cheek.

 

“Say ‘Husband may I suck your cock’.” Martha tried to look away, tried not to let Mark see her shame and humiliation, but Mark held her head and forced her to look right at him .”Say it.”

 

“Hu..hu..husband ma..my I su..suck your co..co..cock?” Tears streamed down her cheeks, she wanted to run away in shame, but she had no place to run, no one to call for help.  Mark continued to hold her head and stare into her eyes.

 

“Yes wife you may suck my cock.” He released her head and leaned back again.  Martha could see the bulge in his pants where his cock was pushing against the zipper.  She reached up and unbuckled his belt, then unhooked and unzipped his pants.  Mark lifted his but off the chair and Martha pulled his slacks and his shorts down revealing his hard cock.

 

The religious schools Martha had attended had made every effort to protect her and the other students, especially the females, from any form of sex education.  For this reason Martha had only vague ideas about what a cock looked like, or what happened when it got ‘hard’.  She reached out and gently grasped her husbands cock with her right hand.  Mark’s cock fascinated her.  She forgot about shame and humiliation and began to stroke her hand up and down his cock, feeling the different textures of skin as her hand moved from the shaft to the velvety feeling of the head.  She began to gently massage his large balls with her left hand, and leaned forward and tentatively licked the crevice on the underside of the cockhead.   She giggled when the cock jerked at the touch of her tongue to it’s most sensitive spot.  She licked down the underside of the shaft until she reached his pubic hair, then ran her tongue back up to his cockhead.

 

This isn’t so bad, she thought.  She held his cock shaft with her right hand and licked around his cockhead with her wet tongue.  She circled the head twice, then summoning up all of her courage took the whole cockhead into her warm mouth.  She was rewarded by a shudder running through her husband body, and a low moan and “ho God yes” coming from his mouth.  She pulled her mouth off his cockhead and ran her tongue up and down his cock shaft again.  She licked back up to the cockhead and circled it with her tongue.  She repeated this several times before she once again took his cock head into her mouth.  As his cockhead slipped into her mouth again Mark placed his hands on her head and gently pushed her further down on his hard cock.

 

“Oh God take it all in.” he pushed on her head forcing her mouth further down on his shaft.  His cockhead started to push at the back of her throat, almost hitting her gag point.  Martha remembered the advice of Kathy from the book and began to pump his cock shaft with her right hand to give the allusion that more of his cock was in her mouth.  Mark relaxed his grip on her head, and just guided her tempo as she moved her mouth up and down his cock shaft and ran her tongue over his cockhead.

 

Unused to having anything this big in her mouth, Martha’s jaw soon grew tired and began to tremble and cramp.  Mark pumped her mouth faster and faster up and down his hard cock shaft until his body tensed, and Martha felt a flood of hot cum in the back of her mouth.  She remembered the rule from the book, “If he shoots in your mouth swallow it.  It he shoots anywhere else let it stay.” and began to desperately swallow his orgasmic flood.  It seemed to go on forever, she swallowed as much of the cum flood as she could, but some leaked out around her lips and ran down her chin.  Finally he stopped spurting and pulled his cock out of her mouth.  Martha collapsed backward until she was laying on her side on the floor.  She licked her lips, and for the first time actually tasted the cum she had been swallowing.  She didn’t really like the slightly salty musky flavor, but it wasn’t going to make her sick.  Mark leaned back in his chair, his cock rapidly shrinking.  Booth of their bodies were covered with sweet, and their cloths were soaked through.

 

“Stand up.” Mark ordered after they had both caught their breaths.  Martha stood before her husband with a sly smile on her face.  I did it, she thought, I sucked his cock, and there is nothing he can do to humiliate me beyond that.  Mark pulled her closer and sucked on her nipples.  He reached under her dress and massaged her butt cheeks.  Martha closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations coming from her hard nipples. Mark released her nipple, then picked up the him of her dress.  He rolled the front of her dress up until he reached her belt, then he tucked the front of her dress under the belt.

 

“Turn around.” Martha turned, and watched herself in the mirror on the wall while he rolled up and tucked in the back of her dress.  Martha studied her reflection, her breasts hanging out over the bodice of the dress, her nipples hard from being sucked.  The front of her dress was draped to expose and frame her lower belly, her pubic hair and the lips of her vagina pouting out from the surrounding hair and glistening with her wetness.  I was wrong, she thought with a sinking feeling, he can humiliate me more.  She knew that when he was done her butt and thighs would be exposed and framed the same way her sex was from the front.  This was worse than being nude, the clothing covering every other part of her body, and framing her sexual parts made them all the more naked and exposed.  She was being put on display, and it humiliated her even beyond what she felt kneeling in front of Mark and taking his cock in her mouth.

 

“As much fun as getting my cock sucked was, we need to get some real work done around here today.  Get the broom and, here” he reached down and retrieved a cut up pair of her white cotton panties, “use this for a dust cloth.  Sweep and dust the sanctuary, and be sure to polish the altar, we need to get it ready for a ceremony.”   Martha wandered into the kitchen and picked up the broom.  As she walked back to the sanctuary she wondered what he had meant by ceremony instead of worship service.

 

Martha started behind the altar, and swept the floor moving the collecting dirt toward the door leading out onto the porch.  On each side of the door there were large windows.  Neither the door nor the windows had shutters or glass, they were open holes in the wall, protected form the drenching rain by the porch roof, but open to let air flow through the building.  Every second she worked Martha was aware of her swaying breasts, her rounded butt, and her wet sticky cunt.  There was no way she could turn or maneuver that would not allow anyone who happened to be watching to see some secret, private part of her body now on display.  As she swept the dirt closer to the open door Martha could not shake the feeling that she was being watched.  She approached the door with the dirt, and realized she would have to go out on the porch to finish the job.  She would be exposed on three sides.

 

She stood for a long moment beside the door leaning against the wall before she calmed her shame and humiliation enough to sweep the dirt out the door and across the porch.  As she turned to go back inside the mission she caught a leave moving.  Her worst fears were confirmed, she was being watched.  Martha rushed back into the building and ran the length of the sanctuary, she collapsed behind the altar sobbing with shame and humiliation.  Her ‘good Christian’ husband was putting her private sexual parts on display for the enjoyment of the savage natives.  The tension of the last weeks, the shame and humiliation earlier today had left her exhausted, and she fell asleep sobbing on the floor behind the alter.

 

Martha woke up and heard her husband’s footsteps approaching.  She quickly sat up and leaned her back against the alter, her bare but setting on the rough wooden floor.  Mark came around the end of the altar and looked down at his wife huddled against it’s back.

 

“What are you doing here?” he asked gently.

 

“There’s someone out there” she whispered.

 

“Yes, they almost always have someone watching the mission, but they are a gentle tribe, they wont hurt you.”  He squatted down beside her.

 

“They can see me.” She hissed.

 

“Of course they can see you, they aren’t blind.” He answered like he was speaking to a small child.  Fresh waves of humiliation swept over Martha, generating fresh waves of wetness in her exposed cunt.

 

“No, they can see ME.” She placed emphasis on the ‘me’ making a vague jester toward her crotch.  Mark sighed like he was dealing with a small, not to bright child.

 

“Tell me EXACTLY  what parts of you they can see, that you don’t want seen.”

 

“Ma...ma...my bosom,  my va..vagina, my”

 

“STOP IT RIGHT NOW.” Martha jumped and cringed. “Those aren’t the words I want to hear.  Your acting like a small child.  You know the words to use now use them.” Tears steamed down her cheeks.  Her face contorted as she tried to frame words she had never said, or even thought before.  How could he be doing this to me, she thought again.  This must be worse than actually getting raped.  Mark waited while she got herself under control.  Then she spoke very slowly and concisely.

 

“They can see my breasts, they can see my cunt and they can see my ass.”  Would this humiliation piled on top of humiliation ever end?

 

“Of course they can, your exposing yourself to the whole world.”  Martha was dumbfounded, he talked like dressing this way was her idea.  Mark took her arm and pulled her to her feet.

 

“Come with me.”  She resisted, but Mark was stronger than her and pulled her along through the sanctuary and out onto the porch.  He stood her facing out into the jungle, and stood behind her.  He pulled her arms up and placed her hands on top of her head

 

“Keep your hands on your head.” He ordered.  Then he pulled her close to him and reached around her and began to jiggle her breasts with his hands.  He squeezed and pulled at her nipples until they were rock hard and stood out a quarter inch from her breast.  She saw movement in the bushes, but could not see any people.  Martha tried to hide her face in shame.  Mark released her breasts and reached both hands down to her cunt.

 

“Spread your legs dear”.  He spoke as calmly as he would if they were in bed making love, giving no indication that she was being humiliated beyond endurance.  Martha spread her legs and Mark started working her cunt with both hands.  Pulling her pussy lips apart and inserting first one then two, then three fingers into her hot wet virgin cunt.  Martha closed her eyes in shame and humiliation.

 

“Oh please, don’t do this anymore.  Don’t humiliate me like this. I can’t bear it.”

 

“Can’t bear it?  Your cunt is so wet I could stick a baseball bat up there.  You should be glad I didn’t bring one with me.” Mark worked his fingers in and out of her cunt.

 

“Your such a slut you get wet being finger fucked in front of a bunch of savages.”  Martha lost control of her hips and she began to hump herself on Marks fingers. 

 

“The wonder of the world, you’ve heard of the virgin mother, well you’re the virgin slut.  You’re a virgin, but you want it so bad you’re fucking your self on my fingers.” Marks words burned into Martha.  She was humiliating herself in front of unseen savages, fucking her self on Marks fingers.  She could feel has hard cock pressing into her back and she pushed herself against it as she humped her cunt on his fingers.  Then a white light seemed to explode in her head, her mind whirled, it felt like the kind of religious experience she had read about.  Her body tightened and jerked. Her wet hot cunt clutched at Marks fingers.

 

“OH GOD DON’T STOP. OH GOD OH GOD...” her calling upon the almighty trailed off as the orgasm subsided.  Mark pulled his fingers out of her cunt and hugged her against himself.  He stuck his fingers in her slack mouth and she began to lick and suck the sticky wetness off without thinking what it was she was licking.

 

“So my little slut bride has had her first orgasm.  What humiliations will she endure to have another one?”  Mark turned and led Martha into the sanctuary.  Martha followed her husband up the central isle to the altar.  Mark stood in front of the altar facing her.

 

“Kneel” Martha knelt in front of her husband, her breasts, cunt and ass still exposed. “Now, ask me to fuck you.”  Martha hung her head and stared at the floor in front of her.  She was acutely aware of the bulge in Marks pants just inches from her face.  She remembered the feel of his cock in her mouth, and the taste of his cum on her tongue.  Yes she wanted his cock in her hot wet cunt, she wanted it so bad she ached for it, but she still could not bring herself to say that word he wanted to here from her.

 

“Would you make lo...” She started to ask.

 

“NO! THAT’S NOT HOW YOU ASK!” Mark leaned forward and spoke to her with his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his breath.  “You know the words I want to hear.  You will ask me using these exact words, ‘Husband will you please fuck my cunt’ and you will ask loud enough for me to hear you if I was standing on the porch.  You will do it now, or you will be put on display on the front porch for the savages to gawk at.”  Martha’s whole body was trembling.  She felt waves of shame and humiliation alternating with waves of excitement and lust.  Her moisture was oozing from her open cunt down her legs.  Her nipples were hard with anticipation.

 

“Husband will you please f...fu...fuck my cu..cunt?”  She asked with a trembling voice.  Mark removed his shirt.

 

“Say it again, louder”

 

“Husband will you please fuck my cunt?” This time her voice was stronger, still choked with a combination humiliation and lust, but not trembling like before.

 

“Remove my pants.”  Martha reached up and unbuckled her husband’s belt, then unhooked the waistband of his pants.  She pulled his pants and shorts gently over the huge bulge of his hard cock and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.  Mark stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. 

 

“Kiss my cock” Martha leaned forward and gently kissed the end of her husbands hard rod.  Feeling a drop of moisture transfer from the tiny slit on his cockhead to her lips, she licked her lips clean and tasted her husband’s potent fluids. 

 

“Tell me what you want me to do with my cock.”  Martha spoke looking directly at the slit in his cockhead only inches from her eyes.

 

“I want you to fuck my cunt with it.”  The feelings of lust were overpowering the feelings of shame and humiliation, and her voice was heavy with it.

 

“You want me to fuck your virgin cunt with my hard cock?”

 

“Yes.”  Mark offered her his hand, then helped her stand up and walk to the end of the altar.  A stool had been placed there to make it easier for her.  She stepped up onto the stool, then laid down on her back on the altar.  Her dress fell away on both sides, and her bare ass rested on the smooth wood.  Mark climbed up onto the altar with her and pushed her legs apart and bent her knees. 

 

There were two carved pieces of wood, one on the front of the altar, and one on the back.  Martha had examined them earlier when she cleaned the altar, and had wondered what their purpose was.  Now she found out as Mark placed each of her feet on one, holding her legs bent and open.  He pulled gently on her thighs and she scooted toward him spreading her legs further and opening her wet cunt to his view.

 

Mark was on his knees, sitting back on his ankles between her spread legs.  His hard cock stood up from his bush of black pubic hair.  He placed a hand on each of her knees, then began to move them slowly down the inside of her thighs towards her virgin pussy.  Martha’s body trembled as the hands moved closer to her most private part. 

 

She was eager to feel his hard cock inside her, but she was also apprehensive.  She had been told only bad things about sex.  How it hurt the first time.  It was dirty and messy. It was something women had to ‘put up with’ for there husbands and in order to have babies.  But her aching wet cunt was telling her it wanted to be fucked, and it wanted to be fucked now.  The thrust her hips up trying to push her cunt against his fingers as they approached her hairy cunt hole.

 

Mark would have none of it, he moved his fingers away until she whimpered and stopped thrusting her hips at him.  Then he teasingly ran just the tip on one finger over her clit and around the edges of her glistening pussy lips.  A soft low begging moan escaped from her lips. 

 

Mark continued to tease her with the single fingertip running down below her cunt to her puckered asshole.  He gently circled her rear hole, then moved slowly back up to the bottom of her cunt slit.  He let his finger slip into her cunt up to the first joint.  Then he gently moved it up her inner cunt wall on one side then down the other.  Then as he sank his finger all the way into her hungry cunt he began to gently rub his thumb over her engorged sensitive clit.

 

“Ohhh God, please fuck me, please do it...” her lust was fully in control now, the shame and humiliation temporarily forgotten as her whole body screamed out for the fulfillment of it’s natural purpose.  Mark pulled his finger out of her slippery cunt hole and leaned forward

 

“Yes, yes, yes” Martha chanted thinking the time had come for her first fucking.  Mark took her hands and pulled them over her head, and tied them to the altar with a rope.  Then he quickly tied each of her ankles in place with ropes.  Martha realized that she was being tied to the altar.  How silly, she thought, I’m not going to run, I want him to fuck me.  She felt exhilarated, having used the words cunt and fuck without having been forced to.

 

Mark leaned over her, his cockhead rested on her cunt opening, he lowered his head and began to suck on her right nipple.  He sucked hard, almost to the point of pain.  Martha gently thrust her hip up hopping to force some of his cock inside her.  Mark moved back causing her to whimper in disappointment.   As Mark moved to her left nipple, Martha heard a noise and turned her head to look towards the back of the sanctuary.

 

“Oh god no.” she gasped.  Mark ignored her comment and continued to suck on her nipples moving back and forth from one to the other as he teased her cunt opening with his cockhead.  Martha watched in horror as natives began to fill the room.  Men, women, children, babies being carried by their mothers filed into the sanctuary and took seats on the benches. Old women with sagging breasts and young girls with swollen just-starting-to-grow breast cones topped with dark nipples. 

 

Both sexes wore only a small scrap of cloth, just enough to cover their genitals, and nothing more except paint and feathers to decorate their otherwise bare bodies.  After all the others had seated themselves, two beautiful young girls with breasts just big enough to begin to sag walked in and down the isle.  They parted and stood one at each end of the altar.

 

“Please Mark don’t do this.”  All of the shame and humiliation flooded back drowning her lust.  She realized that she had indeed been on display all day, so the members of the tribe could get a good look at her.  Now she understood why her husband had spoken of a ceremony instead of a worship service.  They were here to witness her deflowering.  She started to buck her hips, trying to push Mark off.

 

 “No, I won’t do this.  You can’t do it to me like this.  Why are you shaming and humiliating me?”  Mark put his wait on her to stop her from bucking her hips, he spoke to her in whispers.

 

“They are not here to see you shamed and humiliated.  That is only your cultural hang up.  They are here to honor you and me by witnessing the consummation of our marriage.  They also feel honored that they are allowed to witness your deflowering.  Most girls in this tribe are deflowered by the time the are eleven or twelve, long before the pick a mate and consummate a marriage.”  Martha had stopped struggling and listened to Mark.  She still felt shame and humiliation, but the shame and humiliation fed her lust. 

 

“I will fuck you, and they will watch.  You can cooperate, or it can be a rape.  If it turns into a rape they will just write it off as the natural result of our strange customs, waiting to long to fuck a girl the first time.”  While he spoke Mark gently moved the underside of his cock shaft up and down over her cunt opening and her clit.  Her lust fed by his cock action and by her feelings of shame and humiliation began to build.  She would not fight him that would just make a spectacle shaming and humiliating her self even more.

 

Mark felt her body relaxing under him and knew she would fight no more.  He unbuttoned her bodice down to the waistline, then retrieved a pair of scissors from behind the altar and cut the remaining part of the dress.  The dress fell away leaving Martha naked on the altar. 

 

She blushed from her hairline all the way to her nipples.  Her Midwestern modesty was stretched to the breaking point.  She turned her head away from the room full of natives and tried to pretend she was in bed on her wedding night and Mark was her new understanding husband deflowering her with kindness and gentleness.  She tried to forget that she was tied to an altar with a husband who would publicly rape her if she did not cooperate.

 

Mark sucked her nipples, nibbled and kissed every inch of her exposed skin, while his hands roamed over her caressing her body in places that were rarely touched even by her self.  As her lust began to build again Martha found that reality, being tied to an altar and fucked in front of these natives, excited her lusts more than the fantasy, being on her wedding night with a kind and loving husband. 

 

She began to thrust her hips, humping her hot, sticky, wet cunt against the underside of Marks large hard cock.  A wave of lust even more potent than the last washed over her, pushing aside thoughts of shame and humiliation.  It pushed aside her Midwest modesty, and her parochial morality.  It washed away her Christian upbringing and left only an animal lust craving to be fucked.  Her body was drenched in sweat.  Their sweating bodies slipped and slid against each other, she felt like her entire body was covered with pussy slime.

 

“GOD DAMN IT FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!  FUCK MY HOT CUNT TILL I DROP!  I WANT

 

YOUR HARD COCK!”  Martha shocked herself, she could never have imagined herself even thinking these things, and much less shouting them in a lust induced frenzy in front of a room full of naked natives.  Mark, his own animal lust reaching a peak, reared back displaying his nine inches of hard cock before crouching over like a panther about to pounce and thrusting his cockhead into her gapping wet virgin fuck hole.

 

Mark and Martha both roared and growled like animals as they thrust against each other working the full length of his rock hard cock into her lust drenched cunt.  Mark reached over her head and grabbed her tied wrists, he pushed and pulled moving his sweat lubricated body up and down over hers as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her grasping cunt.  His body moved back and forth over her breasts with each thrust, his hairy chest dragging over her hard nipples stimulating them and feeding her overwhelming lust.

 

Martha turned her head and looked at the natives.  Their lust was contagious, the natives were beginning to engage in sex.  Some of them were fucking on the benches, some on the floor, and some leaning up against the walls.  Everyone from the oldest men and women to ten and eleven year old boys and girls were busy fucking each other. 

 

Martha was shocked at the sight, then she was shocked more when she realized how much it was feeding her lust to watch this uninhibited group fuck fest.  Martha turned her head back to look at her husband.  Just as his mouth descended on hers Martha noticed that the two young girls standing at each end of the altar were not fucking anyone.  She felt sorry for them, why should they be left out?

 

Mark kissed his wife while he pounded his hard cock harder and harder into her wide-open cunt.  Martha was surprised, this was a kiss unlike any she had ever dreamed of.  This was no dry peck, Mark was tongue fucking her mouth.  Thrusting his tongue into her mouth in unison with his hard cock thrusting into her fuck hungry cunt.  The first wave of orgasm flowed over her mind and body, her cunt began to spasm and grasp at Marks thrusting cock.  She sucked on his tongue as it fucked in and out of her mouth.  She spread her knees as far apart as she could to increase the contact between her lust-crazed body and her husband’s.

 

Mark drove his tongue and his cock into the depths of her mouth and cunt then his body tightened and began to jerk.  Martha could feel the huge cock spasming inside her newly fucked hole and responded with orgasmic waves of her own.  Martha laid on the altar, her body totally covered by her husbands her mouth filled with his probing tongue and her cunt filled with his cock spewing hot cum, and she knew what it meant to be possessed by a man, to be ‘taken’.  Now she knew, and she knew she never wanted to have sex any other way.

 

They layed together their bodies spasmed with wave after wave of orgasm.  After what seemed like an eternity the orgasmic spasms died away and Marks softening cock slipped out of her slimy well-fucked cunt hole.  It was followed by a stream of his cum that dribbled down across her ass and pooled on the altar below her.

 

Mark climbed off the altar leaving Martha tied and on display.  He accepted a towel from one of the young girls standing at the end of the altar and dried himself.  Martha closed her eyes and relaxed, she, at least for the moment did not care if she was tied up or if she was on display.  She laid and luxuriated in the after glow of a well-done fucking.

 

Martha lost track of time, she was almost asleep on the altar when she began to feel gentle hands touching her.  She opened her eyes to see the tribe gathered around the altar.  Martha was startled at first, but it was obvious that none of them meant her any harm.  They were curious, they had never seen a white woman before.  The felt her breasts, they ran their hands over her hair, face and mouth. 

 

The women seemed to be just as interested as the men.  One of the older women fingered her pubic hair and chattered to the rest of them.  They seemed to be mainly interested in her hair, they had very little body hair, and her healthy bush of pussy hair seemed to be a great fascination to them.  Martha looked around and saw her husband standing off to the side with an arm around each of the beautiful young altar girls watching as the natives investigated her body.  She closed her eyes, and felt like she was floating.

 

Martha opened her eyes with a start, she nude, laying on her bed with only the mosquito netting over her.  Her head spun as a rush of memories crashed over her mind.  She saw flashes of a second fucking by her husband on the altar, another mind shattering orgasm, another round of orgy fucking by the congregation.

 

Then memories of the two altar girls untying her, helping down from the altar, gently washing her body and helping her get into bed.  She remembered an early morning fucking from her husband and a comment that he would not have to do without is morning fucks anymore.  She remembered a gentle orgasm and falling into a deep sleep.  She struggled to sit on the bed. Waves of shame and humiliation followed the memories. 

 

Shame and humiliation worse than any she had felt yesterday.  Yesterday’s shame and humiliation had been caused by things that were done to her.  Today’s shame and humiliation were caused by things she had said and done her self.  Just as yesterday, her shame was compounded by the betrayal of her own body as the humiliation sparked the lust and her cunt began to get wet.

 

Martha stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.  She made a halfhearted attempt to straighten her hair.  She opened the closet intending to put on a dress, and wear it right, in spite of her husbands orders, but all of her dressed had been replaced. 

 

The new dresses had been cut down the front so she would have no choice but to let her breasts hang over the bodice.  The front and back had been cut and re-hemmed to leave her lower stomach, crotch and thighs visible in the front and the ass and thighs visible in the back.  I should just go naked, she thought, that would be more decent than these..what did he call them..’uniforms’.  My slut uniforms.

 

Martha took one of the dresses out of the closet an put it on.  She watched herself in the mirror and saw herself transformed from a nude young female to a young fuck hungry slut.  At least that’s what she looked like in her ‘uniform’.  It was time for her morning bible study.   She picked up her Bible and sat on the edge of the bed.  She knew large parts of the Bible by heart, and she could not think of a single verse that would give her comfort in this situation. 

 

She opened her Bible at random, and found herself reading the ‘Song of Solomon’.  For the first time in her life she really saw the erotic nature of this Psalm.  She had to stop reading, she was starting to get wet.  She buried her head in her hands and started to sob almost hysterically.   In only two weeks she had gone from a devout young Christian virgin to an unholy sacrificial victim, having her virginity sacrificed in some perverted pagan ceremony.

 

Martha paced around the small room in her ‘slut uniform’ trying to work out what to do.  I can’t control what Mark does, she thought, if he wants to tie me to the altar and fu..ah have sex with me every day I can’t stop him.  But I can control how I react.  He can tie me to the altar and have sex with me, but I don’t have to yell...well...what I yelled last night when he does.  My body may betray me, the flesh is week, but I can control what I think and do and I can serve the Lord as best I can. 

 

Maybe I will have the opportunity to witness to those two young altar girls.  A flood of jealousy swept over her as she remembered seeing her husband with an arm around each of them while he watched the natives inspecting her body.  She remembered his cock was standing out hard and long. 

 

It was shortly after that when he climbed back up on the altar and fucked...ah had sex with me again.  Her cunt gushed wetness as she remembered the feel of his cock penetrating her the second time.  Oh God help me get these memories out of my head, she prayed.  She stopped walking, her thighs were pressing against her cunt lips and stimulating her more with each step.

 

Martha fell to her knees and rested her elbows on the bed.  She tried to pray for relieve, but the memories of last night kept flashing through her mind. And with each memory waves of shame, humiliation and lust crashed over her.  She heard the bronze bell ring in the office. 

 

She stood up. Oh my God, she thought, he wants sex already.  But already a conditioned response was starting and her pussy responded with and extra gush of lubrication. She walked to the office, once again acutely aware of her exposed breasts, ass and cunt.   When Martha entered the office her husband looked up.

 

“You look radiantly beautiful this morning” Martha smiled, rarely had anyone called her beautiful.  “You are attaining that ‘just fucked’ glow I like so much in a woman.”  Martha’s smile disappeared she felt like she had been crudely insulted. In her world only a whore or a slut would have a ‘just fucked’ ‘glow’ about them, and they would do their best to hide it. 

 

She noticed that the two altar girls were sitting on the floor by the window and her jealousy flared, she was about to say something about them when Mark spoke again. 

 

“I can’t fuck them yet, but they are making me real horny so come over her and suck my cock for me.”  He pushed his chair away from the desk and turned to give her access to his already hard cock that was sticking out through the fly of his boxer shorts.  She thought it was truly the most obscene thing she had ever seen, and she was going to have to put it in her mouth.  She wanted to run from the room, to yell ‘no’ at him as loud as she could and run away forever.

 

To be summed to satisfy a lust she did not even inspire, she wondered if she ever really inspired lust in her husband, or if she was only and instrument for it’s satisfaction.  She knew she could not run away, and she dared not yell ‘no’, so she sank to her knees, leaned forward and meekly took his cock in her mouth. 

 

As soon as she closed her mouth around his hard cock she new he had not washed it since his ‘early morning fuck’.  She knew she was tasting her own sex juices dried on his cock.  She remembered licking the ‘sticky wet stuff’ off his fingers on the porch the night before. 

 

She had been filled with lust then, and it didn’t matter, but now she was not in a state of lust, she was being forced to ‘orally service his sexual needs’.  That, she decided, was how she would think of it in the future instead of ‘cock sucking’.

 

She noticed that the two altar girls had moved to stand on each side of her and were watching as the cock slipped in and out of her mouth.  Mark spoke to them in English, Martha didn’t think they understood, but it was obvious that what he was saying was intended to wound her, not enlighten them.

 

“She’s not an expert, but she is learning.  Did you see the way she bucked and hear the way she growled like an animal when I fucked her last night?  She put on a good show didn’t she?  Little slut that wants to pretend she’s a ‘good Christian girl’.”  Martha’s face turned red as the waves of shame and humiliation sparked counter waves of lust.

 

She started taking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.  She was going to show him what a good cocksucker she could be.  Mark was beginning to hump his hips thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth.  She felt his cock head slip into her throat and began to panic as he pushed it in deeper until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. 

 

He took hold of her head and held her on his cock until she started waving her hands around, then pulled her head off enough to let her gasp air, then shoved her back down on his hard cock.  Martha learned to suck in a gasp of air every time his cockhead slipped out of her throat. 

 

Mark groaned loudly as his orgasm neared.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth, then stroked it a couple of times with his hand and shot his thick creamy cum on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips.  She started to reach up and wipe it from her lips, when Mark knocked her hand away.

 

“Go fix breakfast.  These to little minks will help you.” Martha stood up to walk to the kitchen, “And that cum better still be on your face when you serve me.” 

 

Martha went to the kitchen followed by the altar girls. As she fixed breakfast she constantly had to fight the urge to wipe the sticky cum from her face.  That and her enforced obscene nakedness kept the level of her shame, humiliation and lust rising.  As she gave orders in English to the two girls, which they obeyed immediately. So they do understand English, she thought. 

 

As she worked she tried to work out her feelings about Mark.  On the one hand she wanted to find a baseball bat and beat him to death.  On the other hand she wanted him to come in and drag her to the altar and fuck her again like he had last night.  She remembered what he had said on the porch about fucking her with a baseball bat, and as she carried his breakfast to him she fantasized about being on the altar and Mark fucking her wet cunt with the thick end of a baseball bat.  Mark watched her as she brought the plates in, then took her plate and combined it with his.

 

“Sit on my lap, I want to feed you.”  Martha sat on his leg and Mark wrapped his left arm around her and began to massage her left breast while he offered her a spoonful of food. Martha realized that Mark treated her sometimes as a small child, sometimes as a sex plaything and sometimes as a pet, but never as a wife. 

 

“You came in with a dreamy ‘I want to be fucked’ look on your face. What were you thinking about.”  She swallowed her food and stumbled over her words.  How did he know these things about her, she wondered.

 

Thoughts raced through her mind as she slowly chewed her food, I can’t tell him what I was really thinking.  He thinks I’m a slut already, what would he think if he new I was daydreaming about him fucking me with a baseball bat.  Her face turned red with embarrassment. The color spread down her neck and across the top of her breasts to her nipples as she felt the humiliation rising.  How could I have thought such things, she asked herself.  Now I’m going to be even more humiliated because I am going to have to tell him.  He can read me to well for me to try to lie. 

 

She could not delay any longer, her food was chewed, and she would have to swallow it.  Mark’s squeezing and pinching of her left nipple added confusion to her thoughts.  The nipple was getting hard and sending urgent lust messages to her cunt.  Martha finally swallowed her food, she looked down at the floor in obvious embarrassment.  Mark pinched and massaged her nipple while he gazed at her with an expected look, and patiently waited for her to begin speaking.

 

“Do you remember what you said on the porch yesterday afternoon?” she asked.

 

“I said many things, be more specific.”

 

“About a baseball bat.”

 

“Yes, if I remember correctly I said that, even though you were a virgin, you were so hot and wet that I could fuck you with a baseball bat.” Mark paused, watching the red deepen from her hairline to her nipples.

 

“When I came into the room I ... I ... was wondering what it would feel like to be...fu...” then the words came out in a rush all run together,

 

“Iwaswonderingwhatitwouldfeelliketobefuckedwithabaseballbat.”  Martha let out a sigh of relief having said it. Mark laughed out loud, almost knocking her off his lap.  Martha’s blush deepened to a bright crimson and she looked down at the floor.  She wanted to run away and hide.

 

“So, my good chaste Christian wife wants to know what it would feel like to get fucked with a baseball bat.”  Mark continued to laugh as he teased Martha.

 

“I’ll put in an order with the Mission Home office for a baseball bat...do you prefer wood, or aluminum?  Do you want an autographed Louisville slugger?”  Martha angrily turned away from him, but did not get off his lap.  She flustered and started to speak several times, then started laughing.  Mark let her get away with the insolence of knocking his hand away from her breast. 

 

“Turn back around, “ Mark coaxed her, “we need to finish our breakfast.”  Martha swiveled back around on Mark’s knee and took another bite of food from him.  Just as she took the food from the fork Mark spoke again.

 

“Was that the big end, or the small end?”  Martha almost sprayed her food over the altar girls as she burst out laughing.

 

When her laughter died down Martha leaned back against her husband, for the first time she felt like his wife.  She accepted another bite of food from him and ‘snuggled’ herself against him, then leaned her head against his cheek.  He alternated feeding her and himself from the plate of food on his desk. 

 

After three or four bites, he slipped his left hand down and began to run his fingers through her pubic hair, twisting the curls around his fingers, and casually ‘playing’ with her bush.  Martha, for the first time since leaving home, felt relaxed.  She ignored the voices in her head telling how shameful and humiliating it was to be fed and ‘played with’ in front of the two native ‘servants’, she was determined to enjoy the tender attentions she was receiving from Mark.

 

“Your have the most luxuriant growth of pubic hair of any woman I have ever seen.”  Mark spoke with obvious awe.  Martha’s pubic hair grew almost as thick as fur, it extended up her belly coming to a point just below her navel, and two or three inches onto each thigh.  It surrounded her cunt growing right up to the edge of her pussy lips, and came to a point again just below her puckered asshole. 

 

“You’re the first women I’ve seen who’s cunt really deserved to be called a ‘pussy’.”  Martha almost asked him how many women’s cunts he had looked at, but then decided she did not want to know.  A new feeling swept over Martha, never before had she felt pride about her genitals, she had been taught to consider them dirty and dangerous things to be guarded and guarded against. 

 

She looked down where her husband was idly scratching her pubic bush like one would the back of a cat’s head, between its ears.  She had always considered her abundant pubic hair to be a nuisance.  She had wished that she could get rid of it, but now to hear her husband praise it, to feel him running his fingers through it, she felt herself getting wetter, then realized that she could smell herself.   Panic, ‘Oh my God’ she thought, ‘I have to get a bath, no decent woman allows herself to smell like that.’ Mark noticed the sudden tension in her body.

 

“What’s the matter?” He asked as he continued to play with her ‘pussy fur’, as he thought of it.

 

“I...uh...I...I need to take a bath.” Her embarrassment was obvious, her red color was once again spreading down her face and neck towards her breasts.

 

“Why?”

 

“I...I’m not...uh...clean.” Now she was more embarrassed than she could ever remember being, her red color spread past her nipples and down the underside of her breasts.  In her mind the smell of her vagina overwhelmed every thing else, it seemed the whole room reeked of her sex.

 

“You look clean to me, your hair’s a little disheveled, but that helps give you that ‘just fucked’ look I like so much.” Oh god, Martha thought, how could I even tell him.  Her embarrassment deepened she felt like she was burning all over her body with it.  She felt like the ‘stench’ from her vagina would make her sick to her stomach. A good decent Christian woman does not allow herself to smell like this.  According to Martha’s upbringing a ‘good decent Christian’ woman is odorless at all times.

 

“I......” she trailed off then took a deep breath and started again, “I...  can....uh...I can....smell...” She just could not say it.  The fact itself that she had an odor was bad enough put to have to talk about it was unbearable.

 

“You can smell your cunt?” The casualness of the question, as well as the use of the vulgar word for her vagina deepened Martha’s embarrassment. Once again she felt shamed and humiliated.  She wanted to jump up and run away, hide from her tormenter. 

 

She wanted to run back to the safe world she came from, a world where husbands didn’t force their wives to expose themselves and to have sex in front of a room full of savages.  A world where a woman could keep herself clean and not be shamed and humiliated by her unwanted body odors.  She felt more shame and humiliation as her body reacted to her feelings with responses of lust, causing her vagina to get even wetter. 

 

Martha imagined she detected a whole new wave of ‘that smell’.  In the middle of her orgy of shame, humiliation and self-loathing, Martha was distracted by Mark. He sniffed the air experimentally, then he leaned over and sniffed twice over her lower body. Then spoke with mock seriousness.

 

“You’re right, I can smell your cunt too.”  He sniffed a few more time then spoke to the altar girls, who were sitting at Mark and Martha’s feet engrossed in the exchange between them, in their own language.  They grinned and giggled and then spoke to Mark. 

 

Martha’s shame and humiliation became tinged with anger.  How can he continually humiliate me in front of these native girls, she thought, they don’t even know enough to be embarrassed by their own nakedness.  Mark spoke the young girls again, then listened to their replies.  During this exchange, Mark continued to brush and comb Martha’s thick pussy hair with his fingers. 

 

“They say it smells good.” Martha was so caught up in her feelings of shame, humiliation and anger that Marks words did not register. 

 

“I think it smells wonderful.”  Marks comments began to penetrate her spiraling feelings of self-loathing.  What, she thought, is he saying?  He likes that smell?  She looked at him, trying to discover if he was serious, or if he was teasing her. 

 

“I am totally serious,” he assured her, “no perfume in the world smells as good as the natural odor of a sexually excited female.” Martha began to relax her towering spiral of shame, humiliation and anger collapsed with a crash in her mind.  She smiled and giggled as Mark leaned over putting his nose closer to her cunt and inhaled deeply with exaggerated enthusiasm.  

 

She playfully hit him on the arm, then laid back against him and rested her head on his shoulder.  From then on Mark would, on occasion, leer at Martha and ask with mock seriousness, “Smelled any good cunts lately?” causing her to giggle and blush.  Mark pushed his hand through her thick bush towards the source of the ‘offending’ odor.

 

As Marks fingers slipped past her pubic bush and began to play with her clit and cunt lips, Martha spread her legs, encouraging him to continue.  The two altar girls leaned forward, watching with obvious fascination as Mark’s fingers spread Martha’s pussy lips and gently caressed the inner walls of her wet cunt.  Martha moaned and turned her head toward Mark’s, she reached up and pulled his head toward hers and kissed him. 

 

She pushed her tongue passed his lips, and thrust in into his mouth as he had done to her the night before.  Mark rubbed his tongue against hers as he massaged her right breast with his right hand, and pushed his left index finger deep into her cunt.  Martha could feel his cock rising against her leg, and she reached down and began to caress it through his shorts.  She broke of the kiss and placed her mouth beside his ear.

 

“Husband would you please fuck me on the altar like you did last night?” Mark pulled Martha’s mouth to his and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in time with his finger fucking in and out of her open wet cunt.  Without breaking the kiss, Mark removed his finger from her pussy and scooped up her legs as he raised from the chair and carried her out of the office and into the sanctuary.  Mark sat her on the edge of the altar then, breaking the kiss, lifted her dress over her head leaving her totally naked.  Martha lay back on the altar and spread her legs placing her feet on the supports.  She lifted her arms over her head and crossed her wrists.

 

“Tie me...please.”  Mark and the two altar girls, who had scurried after them, quickly tied her wrists and her ankles to the altar, securing her for the upcoming fuck.  After her ankles were tied Martha spread her knees apart as far as she could, opening her cunt for her husbands pleasures.  Mark started with her face and caressed and kissed every inch of her exposed skin, working down across her neck over her breasts and abdomen. 

 

Martha was already thrusting her hips up and down in small fucking motions, even though no one was touching her pussy at the moment.  Martha felt more hands touching her face and opened her eyes.  She looked up into the beautiful dark brown, almost black eyes of the altar girls who tenderly caressed her face and neck.  Martha smiled at the two young girls, and for the first time realized how beautiful they were.

 

Mark climbed onto the altar and kneeled between Martha’s legs.  He ran his hands up and down her silky inner thighs and felt her muscles trembling beneath her pale white skin.  He ran his hands back down to her pussy and as he leaned forward gently pulled her cunt open and began to lick her clit.  As Mark licked and sucked his way down from her clit to the bottom of her cunt slit, the two altar girls began to plant tender loving kisses on her face and neck.  They took turns kissing her on the mouth, gently inserting their tongues to lick the insides of her lips and swirl around her tongue.

 

Mark’s tongue probed deeply into her wet cunt, lapping her nectar from the inner walls of her pussy.  As he worked his tongue back up to her clit, the two girls worked there way down her neck and each began to suck on the nipple closest to them.  Martha’s entire body undulated on the altar as her lust built to ever-higher levels.  Low growling noises began to escape from her throat.  Mark sucked her clit into his mouth and gently flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across it.  Martha’s hips bucked and slammed into the altar with each flick of Mark’s tongue across her engorged bud.  The altar girls continued to suck on Martha’s rock hard nipples with single-minded determination.

 

Mark pulled his mouth away from Martha’s clit and, ignoring her whimpering, began to lick the folds of her cunt lips as he moved his mouth down past the bottom of her pussy slit.  Mark moved further away from Martha’s cunt until he reached her tender puckered ass hole.  He swirled his tongue around the crinkled muscle, then gently pushed the tip of his tongue into her rear passage and began to work it open.

 

Martha gasped audibly, both form the feelings generated by this attention to her rear opening, and from the shocking idea that anyone would actually do what Mark was know doing.  As Mark worked his tongue deeper into her relaxing rear hole, he began to slide his thumb back and forth over her clit and into her cunt.  The thought of where Mark was putting his tongue continued to amaze and disgust her, while the feelings being generated by that same tongue fanned the flames of her lust, sending her spiraling toward the first of many body shaking orgasms that would, eventually, leave her drained and exhausted.

 

Mark continued to tongue her ass, and fuck his thumb in and out of her cunt until her first orgasmic peak subsided.  After Martha’s body stopped twitching he switched and began to lick her clit and tongue fuck her pussy while working first one, then two fingers in and out of her tight virgin asshole.  Martha’s hips began to jerk up and down as she approached another orgasmic peak.

 

“Please fuck me, I need to be fucked.” She panted as her orgasm neared another intense explosion.  Her body began to undulate, as she pulled against the ropes and made violent jerky fucking motions with her hips.  She began to yell ‘FUCK ME’ with each thrust of her pelvis.  Then with a load growl, she relaxed and laid panting on the altar. 

 

Mark and the young girls continued ministering to her primary and secondary sex organs quickly bringing her back to two more body twisting rope pulling ‘FUCK ME’ shouting orgasms.  As she approached the peak of her fourth orgasm, Martha strained against the ropes to arch her body and raise her head so she could look over the young altar girls diligently sucking her hard nipples and see her husband crouching between her legs tonguing her clit and finger fucking her asshole.  When mark looked up he was surprised by the angry look on her face.

 

“FUCK MY GOD DAMN CUNT YOU BASTARD!” She shouted at him, “OUR I’M GOING TO RIP OFF YOUR COCK AND FUCK MYSELF WITH IT.”  Mark believed she might have tried, if she hadn’t been tied down.  He sat back on his ankles and the altar girls began to rub oil on his massive hard cock.  He leaned forward and brought his gleaming read cockhead to the entrance of her wet throbbing cunt. 

 

“YES! FINALLY! FUCK MY CUNT YOU OBSCENE DEVIL” she yelled as mark slipped his oiled cock all the way into her gapping wet cunt with one thrust.

 

Moving himself up her body so his cock would rub her clit as it moved in and out of her cunt, Mark began to fuck his wife with long hard thrusts, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her wet pussy then shoving it back in till their pubic bones mashed against each other. 

 

On the third stroke Martha was pushed over the top by another body wrenching orgasm.  As her husband forcefully fucked his large hard cock in and out of her grasping wet cunt, Martha slipped into what she would later think of as an ‘orgasmic delirium’ for the second time.  From then on events became jumbled in her memory.

 

As she laid in bed sometime later she tried to reconstruct the sequence of events that she, at that time, labeled ‘the fuck of my life’.  She remembered that the cunt fucking seemed to last for hours, every stroke of her husband’s cock sparking orgasmic waves through her entire body. She remembered that the altar girls untied her ankles and retied them above her head, bending her almost in half and opening her cunt further than she would have believed possible. 

 

She remembered whimpering like a lost puppy when the cock suddenly disappeared from her well-fucked cunt.  She had whimpered because she felt like she wanted to continue being fucked for the rest of her life.  Her memories became more jumbled at this point, the next thing she remembered was her husbands cock being forced into her virgin rear entry.  At the same time she felt something warm and wet sucking and licking her clit. 

 

She remembered wondering how her husband could get his cock in her ass and his mouth on her clit at the same time.  She had a clear memory of looking down and seeing one of the altar girls straddling her.  Martha had stared right into the hairless slit of the young girl’s cunt while the girl sucked on her clit like it was a miniature cock.

 

Martha laid in the bed and thought about how it had felt to have her husband fuck her tender virgin asshole.  If she had not been hyper-excited sexually it probably would have hurt.  The only thought she could remember having as the hard cock slid into her stretching hole was ‘I’m going to be sore tomorrow’.  It was uncomfortable initially, but not really painful. 

 

Even as he had been tonguing her asshole, she never would have believed that he was actually going to fuck her there.  At this point Martha had been distracted by the other altar girl who had climbed up on the altar and straddled Martha’s face lowering her hairless cunt onto Martha’s mouth.  Martha was too lust crazed to object and began to lick the young girl’s pussy.

 

In Martha’s memory the ass fucking seemed to go on forever.  Up until the very moment Marks cock had slipped into her asshole Martha had never even imagined such a thing as anal sex.  As she let her memories return, she was astonished that she had not been torn and ripped apart.  As the fucking continued she became even more surprised that a hole that small and tight could feel so good being fucked by something that big and hard.  She remembered after what seemed like days of being ass fucked, Mark’s entire body stiffened and jerked repeatedly as he bellowed incoherently and his cock spasmed and spewed what seemed like gallons of cum inside her.

 

Her next clear memory was of the altar girls untying her and helping her down from the altar.  The supported her, one on each side, and walked her into the kitchen where a large metal bathtub had appeared filled with steaming water.  They had helped her into the tub, then tenderly, almost reverently washed her, being especially gentle around her recently fucked cunt and asshole.  They washed and combed her hair, they dried her, then led her to the bed, where they climbed into the bed with her and covered her and themselves with the mosquito netting.  They snuggled up to her, one on each side, and she fell into a deep sleep.

 

That brought Martha back up to the present moment.  The two altar girls were still snuggled up in her arms, she looked down and saw them quietly looking back, waiting for her to indicate what they were to do next.  She hugged them, and they hugged her back.  She studied each of them in turn, trying to decide if the one on the left or the one on the right owned the tender young pussy she had been licking earlier.  The two girls stared back at her with somber eyes and serious expressions.

 

“I wonder which one of you stuck her pussy in my face.” She said out loud.  Martha had been wondering exactly how much English they understood.

 

“Me” said the one on the left.  Martha turned to the one on her right.

 

“So you must be the one that sucked on my clit all morning.”  The girl did not understand all of the words, but she did understand ‘suck’ and ‘clit’ and got the gist of the statement and nodded her head ‘yes’.  Martha hugged them both again.  then she nudged the one on the left and said

 

 “That means you owe me a cunt licking, and I owe you,” she nudged the other one, “a clit sucking.”  Martha spread her legs and the alter girl on her left crawled between them and began to lick Martha’s cunt.  The other altar girl climbed up on her knees and straddled Martha’s head while Martha began to gently run her tongue over the girls hairless pussy.

 

A small voice in the back of her head started growing louder, screaming at Martha, and telling her she was a whore and a slut.  For years Martha had thought that this was her own voice saying these things, but know Martha recognized that this voice belonged to her mother. 

 

Well mother, Martha thought, I’ll show how much of a perverted slut I really am.  With that Martha forced her tongue as far into the altar girls pussy as it could reach.  At the same time she reached up and began to run her hands over the young girl’s nude body.  Martha’s roaming hands found the girls ‘just-starting-to-grow’ breast cones and gently rubbed the nipples until they were hard little rocks in her fingers.  The girl began to rock her pelvis, fucking her pussy on Martha’s tongue.  Martha followed suit and began to thrust her own hips against the face of the altar girl between her legs.

 

Unnoticed by the three on the bed Mark, who had come to the room to check on the sleeping girls, stood in the doorway stroking his growing cock, witch he pulled from his shorts.  The altar girl kneeling over Martha’s mouth began to make soft cooing noises, not unlike those of a dove, with each movement of her hips. 

 

Mark continued to stroke his cock as he backed out of the doorway and returned to his office smiling broadly.  To see his new bride initiating sex with the two altar girls on her second day at the mission was more than he had ever hoped for.  In the bedroom Martha and the two altar girls tenderly licked and caressed each other to gentle orgasms, then cuddled up with each other and went back to sleep.

 

Thirty minutes later Martha woke up again.  She managed to climb out of the bed without waking either of the gently snoring altar girls and walked across the bedroom towards the doorway.  She stopped in front of the dresser mirror.  Her hair was a total mess, she tugged and pulled at it, straightening it a little.

 

 Well, she thought, like Mark says it adds to that delightful ‘just fucked look’.  Still nude she walked through the kitchen, stopping to get a drink of water, then moved on to the office where she found her husband sitting at his desk, a Bible open in front of him.  As she entered the room Mark looked up and smiled.

 

“So, my young Christian bride likes to eat little girl pussy.” He said with what Martha could only describe as a ‘silly grin’ on his face.  To his surprise Martha did not blush, giggle, or stammer.  Instead she sat down on a chair, leaned back, spread her legs, and started to scratch her own pubic push just above her clit.

 

“It’s not as good as a baseball bat fuck, but I enjoyed it.” She answered wearing her own ‘silly grin’.

 

“Well watching the three of you has left me with a hardon.” Mark pushed his chair back from the desk revealing his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his shorts.

 

“Watching grass grow would probably give you a hard on.” Martha countered, “Oh well, ‘a woman’s work is never done’.” Martha slipped off the chair to her knees and took the large hard cock into her mouth. 

 

Mark leaned back and enjoyed watching Martha’s head bob up and down as his cock slipped in and out of her mouth, her lips stretched tight over his cock shaft.  The pumped the base of his cock with her right left hand and rolled his balls around like two giant marbles in a marble bag with her right hand. 

 

Mark was in no hurry to cum, so he relaxed and enjoyed the feel of her warm wet mouth sliding up and down the shaft of his hard cock.  As Mark’s orgasm grew closer Martha increased the tempo of her head bobbing and hand pumping on his ridged shaft.  Unexpectedly Mark grabbed her head and stopped her.

 

“Wait,” he said with some evident strain, “there is something I wold like you to do for me first.”  Martha did not move her hand that held the base of Mark’s cock, she sinced that any movement of her hand could set his cock spewing, and that Mark did not want to cum until after she accomplished this new task.  Martha could feel his hot hard cock meat twitching in her hand, the engorged red cock head less than two inches from her face.  Martha stared at the small slit at the end of Mark’s cock and had an overwhelming desire to see jets of cum spewing into the air.

 

“What do you want me to do?” Martha relaxed the grip on his cock and slowly removed her hand.  Mark took her cheeks in his hands and leaning over kissed her, plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth where moments before his cock had been.  He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, still holding her cheeks.

 

“I want you to use your tongue on me the way I did on you this morning.”  It took a moment for Martha to comprehend what Mark was asking her.  A now familiar voice began screaming in the back of her head.  ‘Not even a whore would do that’, the voice screamed at her.  Oh yeah mom, well watch me, Martha screamed back in her head.  Martha reached up and pulled her husband’s head down to hers and kissed long and deep, fucking her tongue into his mouth, then broke the kiss.

 

“I would be honored to put my tongue where ever you want me to.” She said breathlessly.

“Lets go into the sanctuary, I want you to tongue fuck my ass, then drink my cum on the altar.”  He picked her up and carried her to the sanctuary like he had that morning, his hard cock bouncing with each step.  When they reached the altar he put her down and sat himself on the edge.  He leaned back and brought his legs up and apart as far as he could exposing his long hard cock, his large balls in their hair sack, and his asshole for Martha’s inspection. 

 

Martha began to stroke his cock with one hand while she licked his balls, then worked her way down toward his hairy asshole with her tongue.  She nestled her face into his butt and began to probe his puckered rear entry with her warm wet tongue.  As she pushed just the tip of it into her husband already relaxing hole, she had a momentary spasm in her stomach, her mind revolting against what she was doing.  Martha quelled her spasmming stomach and redoubled her efforts to probe as far as possible into her husbands rear opening with her stiffened tongue.

 

Mark grabbed the cup usually used for communion services from behind the altar and readied it to receive his coming contribution.  Having been on the edge of orgasm when he stopped his wife’s cock-sucking efforts, it took only a few thrusts of her tongue into his sensitive asshole and only a few strokes of his large hard cock to bring about the release of his pint up sexual energies.  He reached down and placed his hand on top of his wife’s and aimed his cock into the chalice as they completed the last strokes of his trembling cock in unison.  Mark groaned, his body tightened and his cock spewed spurt after spurt of his hot spunk into the silver receptacle.

 

Martha let her tongue slip out of Mark’s ass, and concentrated on the feeling of his large cock twitching and spewing in her hand.  As his orgasm subsided Mark slipped off the altar and had Martha kneel in front of him.  He put the communion chalice to her lips and tilted it up to allow his fresh cum to drain into her waiting mouth.

 

“Drink this cum in remembrance of me.” He intoned as the thick milky white globs slipped past the rim of the chalice and over her tongue.  Martha was surprised by how sexually stimulating sacrilege could be.  She wanted to fuck again, but was not sure Mark would be up to it.  She thought of the altar girls, but then decided they just would not be satisfactory.  She wanted a hard cock inside her, and she wanted it now.