Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. This work is strictly for fantasy and adult entertainment purposes only! The author in no way condones violence towards women. If you have a problem with non-consensual sex, bondage, or similar topics, please stop here and read no further!
I just wanted to take a moment to address the readers. This story will deal with some controversial issues, mainly the huge business of evangelical Christianity. It also deals with racism. Please note, this story does contain a few derogatory names and terms, but the purpose is to express the true nature of some of the characters. Being a black woman in the United States myself, I have experienced racism on several levels. However, I do not harbor any ill will towards those people who have mistreated me over the years. I believe in treating everyone with kindness and love because we all deserve that.
With all that being said, I hope that you all enjoy this new tale. Constructive comments are welcome! If you have an idea of how I can do better, or something you'd like to see me explore in the future, I welcome that. I have a few stories here that sprung from reader's suggestions. What I don't welcome is someone trying to tear me to shreds just because they can! If that is your intent, I'd rather you keep that to yourself.
Thank you and enjoy!
-BBD
If you have never tried to breathe with your panties stuffed in your mouth, sealed up with duct tape wrapped around your head, and a tight rope around your waist that feels like a torturous corset, I don't recommend it. It's hard, it's frustrating, embarrassing, and definitely frightening when you add to that fact that your wrists are bound behind your back, your arms are bound tightly to your sides, and you are starknaked. The man that has done this to you is supposed to be a man of the cloth, a man of God, but at this moment, you know that nothing is further from the truth.
You ask yourself why, why has he done this to you? You caught him stealing, literally pilfering funds that are supposed to go towards good causes, the ailing roof, the new choir robes, and the Christmas toy drive for the sick children in the hospital. How did you catch him? You're his accountant. You caught him red handed. When you call him on the carpet, he pulls a gun, orders you to strip naked and then he ties you up and gags you so that no one can hear you scream. He forces you into a chair, binds your ankles and then pushes you into a closet in his office.
"I'll be back after service. Don't go anywhere, my dear."
"Mmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!"
The door closes. I hear the click of the key in the lock.
"Hmmmmmmph! Mmph mm nnph nf hmrm! PHnmmnnm hmmp mm, pmmnphm!"
Then it dawns on me. Do I really want one of the church members to find me like this, naked, bound, and gagged? How would I begin to explain it? Sure, I could expose Reverend Williams and say that he did this to me so that I won't report him to the cops, but what if they don't believe me? What if they think that I asked someone to tie me up and lock me in the closet as part of a sick game? I'd be fired from my position and exiled from this church!
No, my best bet is to sit and wait, and hope to God that I don't suffocate in here!
The chair that I'm sitting in does have a cushion at least, but this rope around my waist and threaded between my legs is driving me mad! I am having to take shorter breaths through my nose. I lean forward with my breasts jutting out to relieve the pressure on my back.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," I grunt. The truth of the matter is that the rope is rubbing right up against my clit and my pussy. I can feel my pussy beginning to liquify and drip around the rope. Fuck!
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I growl. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I twist my torso back and forth, feeling my exposed breasts flopping around. As I struggle, the rope rubs me even harder. No! I cannot do this! Not here, not in church! This is against everything I've ever been taught! This is God's house! I'm not supposed to be having orgasms in church! Then again, I'm not supposed to be tied up naked and gagged in my pastor's closet either.
Oh this rope! God, this rope! How could this be happening to me? I cannot help but moan some more.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I push my upper body as far forward as I can. My legs are tied to each front leg of the chair, so I can't stand up very far. I don't need to stand up. I need to cum, dammmit!
I bite down hard on my soaked panties. I shake my torso some more and toss my head. The tape is so sticky and tight! "Hmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!" I lean back and then push my upper body forward again, essentially fucking the rope. Sweat pools on my forehead and between my breasts. Shit! It's happening! I'm cumming! I can't stop it! Then again, do I really want to?
"Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm!" My whole body quakes with pleasure. Fire shoots from my pussy and up my spinal cord. Oh my God! That had to be one of the best orgasms I ever had!
I slump back in the chair and try to catch my breath. Father, forgive me, please! I take as deep of a breath as I can with the tight rope around my waist. I manage to lean forward and touch my nose to my knees. Suddenly I hear a key turning in the lock. The service couldn't be over yet, could it?
"Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmm, what do we have here?"
I know that voice. I don't have to look up to see who it is. It's Jacob, the pastor's college aged son and his friend, Dusty. I know that's not his Christian name, but I've never heard him called anything else. A hand grabs my shoulder and pushes me upright.
"Miss Lilly? What are you doing in here?"
"Pmmnphm nnphnm mm! Pmmnphm phnhm phhm phnpm nff mm mnnphh!"
Jacob looks at Dusty.
"Did you understand what she said?"
"Not a word, man."
"PHnhm phhm phnpm nff mm mnnphh!" I toss my head around.
"I think she wants the gag off," Dusty says.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I nod.
Jacob licks his lips.
"Now why would we take the gag off? So everyone could hear you screaming?"
"Hmmmmmm?"
Jacob leans over me and grips my chin in his hand.
"Me and my friend, we like our women tied up and helpless. Judging from the looks of you, you fit the bill, Miss Lilly. We gotta keep you gagged so nobody upstairs will hear you screaming when we fuck the shit out of you."
"Hmmmmmmm? Nmmmmmmm!" I shake my head.
Jacob laughs.
"No? Okay then, we'll just take some video of you and send it around to the church members. I'll just say that you're into bondage, and that you hired my friend here to tie you up and leave you so that my father or I could find you."
Shit!
"Nmmmmmmm!" I shake my head.
"So you'll cooperate then?"
"Mmmmmmmm!" I nod.
Dusty unties my legs and stands me up.
"Goddamn man, she's already wet!"
"She probably made herself cum before we got here," Jacob laughs. He sits down in his father's big rolling chair. He unzips his pants and takes out his hard cock. Jesus, I had no idea he was so well endowed. He holds it in his hand and beckons me towards him.
"Turn around," he orders me.
I turn my back to him. He grabs my hips. He unties the rope and loosens it so that my pussy is clear, but it's still tight around my waist.
"You hold this end," he says to Dusty, "and make sure you record this. We need some insurance in case the little slut tries to open her big mouth."
Dusty takes the end of the rope in his hand.
"Damn, it's wet!" He sniffs it. "It smells like her!" He holds it and gets out his phone.
"Sit!"
Jacob pulls me down onto his cock, which quickly impales me.
"Ommmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!"
Jacob slaps my ass, hard.
"Fuck me, bitch! Move those sexy hips of yours! Squirm, squirm!"
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I start rolling my hips in a circle. His cock bangs against my pussy walls like a spoon stirring coffee.
"Damn, look at her move! She knows what she's doing! She ain't no innocent virgin," Dusty cracks.
"Ohhhhhh," Jacob moans. "That's it, that's a girl! Ohhhhhh, shit!"
I see him lie back and just let me do the work. Then he grabs my hips and begins to bounce me. My breasts flop up and down like two big balls.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Jacob stops bouncing me.
"Keep fucking him, you slutty trash," Dusty hisses. He tugs on the rope.
"Mmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!"
I go back to using my hips.
"Uhhhhhh, nice tits," Jacob moans, grabbing me from behind. He holds them while he bounces me up and down some more.
