"You know the answer to both of those questions, I would think," was my tart reply.
"Sassy wench." He flicked my clit with a hard finger. "Lay flat again." I did, then he pulled the front up. An adjustment was made to positioning before he strapped the whole thing into place. "All right. Time to get dressed and moving."
I took a minute to study what he had put on me. It was simple, a belt that buckled on the side with a strap of leather that went between my legs. It went from a narrow strip at the back to a small triangle in front, much like thong panties. The dildo and butt plug were attached to thin rings slid over the leather strap, both to keep them in place and to allow them to move with my body. It was a little difficult to wiggle back into my jeans, especially with the distraction of the weights swinging back and forth and tugging at my nipples, but I managed. The weights drew my attention. Again, they were simple, just a thick thread with a loop tied in one end. The other end was passed through the loop to make another, adjustable, loop to put over a nipple. Then it was weighted with pretty beads and a small fishing weight. I pulled my shirt back down, zipped myself back into the robe and parka, and hurried to pull my boots back on.
Zack was already waiting in the car by the time I got out there. I settled carefully into the passenger seat. "This is going to be... difficult," I commented. "You could have gotten something a little smaller."
"What's the fun in that?"
"What's the fun in putting this monster in me?"
He laughed. "I've got nothing to worry about there."
I couldn't say anything to tell him he was wrong about that. Fact was, he was right, and knew it. Just the thought made me remember the first time we'd had sex. He hadn't been too gentle, and I had been more than willing to be tossed around like a rag doll. I remembered how it felt when he had first entered me. With the second stroke he made me cum, and cum hard, just from the feel of being filled so completely. My body reacted with the memory, my inner muscles clenched hard around the thick plastic intrusion, and I groaned softly.
I was glad the shocks in my car work well. The road between Zack's house and the church is fairly rough. If the shocks had been going, or if there had been a little less snow, we would have bounced the whole way there. It would have been like a good, deep, double penetration fuck with someone pulling and twisting at my nipples. It was still fairly uncomfortable.
How would anybody else take it? Would anybody else walk into a church with the knowledge they had sex toys strapped between their legs? I didn't know, but my insides quivered every time I thought about it. It was exciting, knowing that nobody would be able to tell if I walked carefully. I wasn't so sure about the weights. My nipples had a tendency to be perky anyway, and the weights made them swell even more. The thought that somebody might notice they were more full than normal brought out the exhibitionist in me. By the time we got there my breath was a little short and I'm sure my face was flushed.
My husband was waiting when we got to the church. He scowled at the two of us when we came in. "I was starting to think you weren't coming. What took so long?"
Zack stepped forward. "That was my fault. I wasn't quite ready." He flashed a self-deprecating smile. "You know I'm worse than a woman that way."
Jason glared first at him, then at me, before he went in and sat down. I laid a hand on Zack's arm. "Thanks. That could have been something less than pretty."
"Oh, no problem." He smiled down at me. "You've done at least as much for me before. Now let's go get you into those wings."
I nodded and started toward the nursery room. That's where the finishing touches to costumes were to be made. Just outside the nursery door is a line of pegs for coats. I unzipped mine and lifted my arms to hang it up. The fabric of my shirt slid across my nipples, made extra sensitive by the blood held within them from the pressure of the weights. I bit my lip hard. Something told me that if I looked down, I would be able to see them standing up, even through the shirt and heavy choir robe.
"Zack?"
He looked over. "Yeah?"
"I really don't think I can do this." I could hear my voice quivering. "Somebody's going to look and see."
"Nobody will see anything but your beautiful face." He turned me around and cupped my face between his palms. "I swear to you that if anybody says anything, I will personally poke them with a long, sharp, pointy thing."
I had to laugh. He would, if it came down to it, and he had an ample supply of fencing swords to do it with. "All right. Let's go get the rest of this stuff on. I've got to get up on the stage."
"We don't have to go in there. It will be crowded with all the kids. Let's just strap the wings on out here."
It was actually much simpler than that. They were light, and used Velcro to stick to the back of the robe. One strap went around my neck just for stability. I lifted my chin to let him buckle it. A shiver ran down my spine when he did - it was almost like his putting a collar on, and with all this equipment already attached, my mind was not on the pageant. "Later," he promised. "When this is over with." He put on the headband that held the halo up. "I'll be sitting near the front."
I nodded and watched him make his way to the pews. He settled down in the middle of the third row. I tried to spot Jason in the small crowd but couldn't see him anywhere. That didn't surprise me in the least. I took a deep breath and made my way through the side hall to the back of the sanctuary. From there to the choir loft, where it was easy to lower myself onto the roof of the elaborate manger scene that had been built for the occasion. Once on the roof I took my boots off and tossed them into the front row of choir seats. They would be taken care of.
Here I might say that this was an exceptionally large church. Built to seat five thousand people, there was rarely a sermon that every seat was taken with people left to stand in the back. The choir was at least a hundred strong. Behind the pulpit was a full theatrical stage, complete with lighting and microphones. This was nothing to sneeze at. Every major Christian holiday was a cause to put on something big. The congregation ate it up, gave all they had - sometimes quite literally, more than one member losing their possessions because of donating to the place - and came back for more. This particular church had passed from someplace holy to someplace that catered to the commercial wants of the mob that claimed the religion. They all loved the fire and brimstone preacher that made his home at the pulpit and worked them all into a frenzy. I personally hated it.
My idea of a real church had always been a place where faith could live. Faith of any kind. A place like this was nothing more than a mini-mall with a Christian face. Nothing with much heart could live in it. A true place of worship, where there was room for acceptance, was usually smaller. A handful of people that regularly attended, or none but one or two.
Even so, it was supposed to be some sort of honor to be picked to go on stage during one of their theatrical fiascos. Even if all I had to do was sit and look pretty.
I looked dubiously at the seat they had rigged for me. It was sturdy, they had made sure of that, but it was little more than a bicycle seat on the edge of the manger's roof. Sitting on it without Zack's rigging was difficult enough. Being unable to forget about both my cunt and ass being stuffed full while in front of all of these people while sitting on something that would push both toys deeper would be impossible. The call for places came from down below, and I had no choice. I carefully settled down and got as comfortable as I could. Pre-recorded Christmas music came blaring from the multiple speakers both inside and outside the building. There was a sudden lull in conversation. I couldn't hear it, but I was sure people were in a hurry to find seating. Finally the music died down.
"Welcome, brothers and sisters, children of the one Lord!" a voice boomed through the speakers. "It warms my heart to see you all here tonight." There was a moment's pause. "I'd like to begin with some of the old favorites. Let's all sing together."
The tinny music was piped through the speakers again. Song after song it came. Silent Night, O Come All Ye Faithful, Go Tell It on the Mountain, Angels We Have Heard On High... For nearly an hour the congregation sang. I have to admit that I was humming along with them most of the time. Every once in a while I would have to shift in my seat. Whenever I did the weights would swing, and the toys that filled me would shift and hit a different spot. It took my breath away each time.
Finally the curtains opened on the stage. The lights slowly came up. I was still left in darkness. It wasn't time for the angel to appear. I had seen the whole thing during rehearsals, but had missed the one in full dress, so I leaned forward to peer down at the others on stage. It became immediately apparent that had been a mistake. The forward motion had pushed the leather strap against my clit. The dildo and butt plug squeezed toward each other, the dildo pushed further in, and the breast decorations swung forward with a sudden jerk. I froze. Even perfectly still there was no relief from the sensations.
There were live animals in the manger. Every time one would bump the structure it would shudder and sway. The seat swayed with each motion. That caused the weights to swing and tug at my tender nipples. The seat pushed against the leather strap, which pushed the thick intrusions into my body in a gentle rocking motion. I could feel a pressure slowly start to build deep in my gut. It went against all my instincts and I tried to sit back, but one of the animals pushed hard against the wall. If I had moved I would have fallen into the middle of the actors.
The best I could do was settle in, just as I was, and hope that I could keep quiet until this thing was over. Usually I could keep a fair control over myself if there was enough pressure. A few thousand people was plenty of pressure. I couldn't help but think that if the preacher hurried it might help. It looked to be a long wait for that to happen. I'd been up there at least an hour and a half, and he was just getting warmed up. The plan had been to follow the Christmas story from start to finish. The problem was the preacher had a tendency to blather on and go off on tangents. They had started a good bit of time ago and he was just getting to their coming to the inn. There was still their rejection, then finding the manger, then the birth itself.
One of the beasts knocked the manger's wall again. The seat shivered. The leather rubbed hard against my clit, the toys shook deep inside, and the weights bounced and jiggled. I threw my head back and moaned softly.
