Brooke drove her Volkswagen carefully through the industrial estate, her wipers on full as the rain continued to pour from the ink black sky above. Puddles merged across the road as the drains struggled to clear the surface water from the tarmac ahead. Her sat-nav advised that the road was finally coming to an end and she knew that the freeway would be just around the corner behind the last row of deserted commercial units that dominated her view. Her car passed the final building and she breathed a huge sigh of relief as the freeway came into sight.
The traffic was moving freely and as she joined the flow of vehicles she wriggled in her seat trying to free her damp blouse that clung to her back. Glancing into the mirror she saw a bedraggled figure in the reflection. Her once carefully styled hair was now a tangle of knots, plastered in mud and still dripping with rainwater.
"What will they think of me turning up like this?" she fretted as she attempted to pull a particularly large piece of roadside filth from her hair. "I'm going to be over an hour late when I finally get there and I look like I've been sleeping rough for a week!"
Her sat-nav sprung into life advising her that her final destination was approaching. She peered through her windshield trying to remember which house her pastor lived at. It had been the middle of summer when she was last here and everything looked completely different back then. However, when she spotted a large pair of wrought iron gates she recognised that her destination had finally been reached.
Brooke parked her car under the overhanging copper beech tree on the side of the road alongside the huge brick wall that surrounded the house and gardens. The road was lit with occasional street lights with one near enough to the gates to illuminate the heavy latch that held the gates shut. She was relieved that there was no elaborate entry system barring her way. Climbing out of her car she retrieved her jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders in an attempt to prevent the persistent rain from re-soaking her top that had begun to dry out a little from the heat of her car.
She locked her car behind her and grasped the latch and pushed down to release the catch. It gave way with a satisfying clunk and the gate swung open with surprising ease considering it's size.
She made her way slowly up the winding path that lead to the house. The shrubbery on each side of her crowded in a little and the canopy of intertwining branches from the many mature trees overhead meant she was saved from most of the rain that continued to fall from the angry sky above. However, as no security lights were activated as she drew closer to the house, her journey was completed in virtual darkness.
As the outline of the house drew closer, Brooke trained her eyes on the front door and large sash windows. All were dark, no internal lights were visible and it appeared that no-one was home. Brooke glanced at her watch.
8:45pm
"Surely someone must be here?" she mused. "I know I'm late, but they can't have gone out knowing that I was on my way to see them!"
There was no sign of a bell or knocker so Brooke wrapped her knuckles a couple of times on the bleached white door and waited. She repeated this a couple more times but no-one arrived to let her in. She looked around and spied a letterbox near the bottom of the door and dropped to her knees and carefully pushed the flap open. Warm air rushed out and the faint sound of music reached her ears.
Climbing back to her feet Brooke set off down the side of the house trying to find the source of the sound. As she reached the back of the house she was met with a tall evergreen hedge with a small wooden gate barring her way. She located a well worn handle and pushed the gate into the darkness behind. Stooping through the small opening, she waited for her eyes to adjust and saw a large patio area to her left which led up to a large glazed wall with a cantilevered door in the middle. Vertically slatted blinds prevented her from seeing what lay inside, but as she drew closer she noticed a few slivers of light escaping from between a few of them. The closer she got the more she realised the light was actually flickering and quickly deduced that it must be candlelight that was creating the effect. She drew close enough to hear that music was playing softly and she recognised the sound of a choral choir effortlessly mixing high harmonies with deep baritones of a well known hymn. A perfectly fitting sound to be heard in the house of this man of God she thought.
Brooke noticed one particular wide gap in the blinds and went to investigate who might be at home. She carefully put her hands against the glass and peered inside.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed pulling her head back away from the window. "What the hell is going on. That can't be right?"
She slowly put her eye back to the gap and looked into the room again. It was sparsely decorated with just a large metal bed frame in the centre. Around the walls, painted black, were ornate iron sconces supporting large church candles that were burning slowly. The light they cast, flickered and danced casting shadows that illuminated chains and various medieval looking instruments that were attached to the walls or suspended from metal beams that crossed the ceiling above.
This wasn't what had caused Brooke to reel back in shock though. It was the sight of the naked woman who was chained semi upright to the metal bed frame. The sight of the wife of the subject of many of her dreams, of the highly respected man of God that was responsible for nurturing the next generation of her church, of the person who had invited her to his house as the potential tutor to one of his daughters. Not only was she naked but she appeared to be in a great deal of pain and struggling to break free from her restraints.
Brooke could see that Desirèe had cuffs round her wrists that were attached to the frame behind her by short lengths of iron chain. A tight collar was bolted round her neck and fastened to a bar that was also attached to her wrists. Her mouth was held obscenely open by a clamp that appeared to be held there by leather straps that encased her head, her long blonde hair pulled back so tight, that her eyes were forced abnormally wide. Her ankles were also bound to the base of the frame meaning her legs were spread wide leaving her naked pussy on full display. Clamps were attached to her red raw nipples with chains running tightly up to the metal contraption attached to her face so whenever she twisted her head, one of her nipples would be yanked hard, causing pain to shoot through her body. Her swollen pussy lips had small bolts piercing them and a thin chain was attached to each of them. The chains were pulled tight and fastened to each of her ankle cuffs. Protruding out of her distended entrance, Brooke could see that a large church candle had been crudely wedged deep inside and then left there by Desirèe's mystery attacker.
Suddenly the door to the room opened on the far wall and a tall figure entered. Clothed in a flowing silk robe tied around the waist and wearing a full head mask Brenda strained to see if she could recognise who it was. But with just small openings for the eyes and nose and a zipped opening to the mouth, the attacker proved impossible to distinguish.
Brooke could see Desirèe begin to struggle frantically as the figure drew nearer despite the obvious pain this was causing her. The masked intruder walked steadily towards the naked woman and slowly undid the belt that held his black robe together. He was naked underneath and Brooke gasped at the huge erect penis that was revealed.
"Christ!" she thought, "I've never seen one that size before!"
The intruder was sporting a cock that was easily 10" in length and had an equally impressive girth. She was scared. Her friend was obviously in trouble but she was terrified and unable to think straight. The masked man stood in front of her pastor's wife and obviously said something that caused her to stop struggling. Then she saw her body tense up and her eyes screw tight shut. The masked man shouted something that made her eyes fly open. She nodded her head and became completely still. He stood right infront of Desirèe and slipped his huge cock inside her gaping mouth. Brooke could see the terror in her eyes as he thrust deeper and deeper. She could see her throat bulging as he fucked her harder and harder. She shook her head once and he slapped her hard across her face. She didn't move away again. He continued to thrust into her mouth, filling her throat completely before drawing out again and then plunging back into her clamped mouth. This continued for a few minutes until her attacker drew himself onto his tiptoes and held himself still. His body began to tremble and she knew he was spewing his cum down her throat that he was raping.
Brooke was hoping the attack was nearly over and that maybe the masked man would leave allowing her to rescue Desirèe from her ordeal. However to her horror this didn't happen. Instead the masked man simply stepped back a little allowing his monster erection to slide out of her mouth. He was obviously speaking to Desirèe because her eyes opened wide and the look on her face revealed that what was being said wasn't going to be good.
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Brooke watched completely mesmerised at the sight of the masked intruder running his hand up and down his hard cock in front of the naked Youth Pastor's wife. She should have been sickened by what she had just witnessed but instead she had become totally transfixed and only now did she realise that she had her hand inside her panties and had two fingers plunging in and out of her sopping pussy.
