Carol was always a good girl. Always helpful, always cheerful. Very supportive of her husband and his congregation. She helped the poor and tended to the sick. Carol was very athletic, played sports through HS and college. She had a trim figure, was an attractive woman. The parishioners all loved her, particularly the men. Her husband, the Pastor, only allowed "proper" sex, very limited in scope. He was a stern, demanding man.
The question was, what happened? She was lying on a mattress placed on the floor, her ass hurt, her throat was sore, and her vagina was rubbed raw. She started to get up, her head throbbed, she almost fell. Carol saw her purse, the wallet hanging out. The money was there, but her driver's license was gone. She looked for her clothes, found her shoes, skirt, and blouse. Unfortunately, the buttons were missing from the blouse; she stumbled out of the room and realized she was in an old warehouse.
She staggered out of the warehouse into the bright sunlight. To her surprise, her car was there. The keys were in it, if she only knew where she was. She punched in OnStar and called her husband.
"Carol, where are you? What happened? You had been gone since six pm yesterday. It's three in the afternoon. Where were you?"
"I don't know," sobbed Carol, "I don't know where I am or what happened to me."
"Use the GPS in your car to get home, and please calm down before you drive," Her husband urged.
Sobbing, humiliated by having to wear the clothes she had on, Carol started home.
Her legs were sticking together; her body was sticky; there was no doubt in her mind it was cum. If she could only remember what happened. She remembered going to her car to go to choir practice.
She pulled into her drive, her husband came out and rushed to meet her. Suddenly stepping back
"Carol! You're disgusting; what the hell have you been doing?"
Sobbing, "please, honey, I don't know, I can't remember anything."
"Carol, please go clean yourself up; I don't want anyone to see you like this"
Carol rushed inside quickly, entering the shower; her whole body ached.
She notices there was still cum running out of her vagina. Carol started balling; she had never cried so hard in her life. As she got out of the shower, she broke wind; she felt wet and realized cum had come out of her ass. Horrified, Carol sat on the commode and strained, and cum poured out. It was apparent she had Anal sex; she never did that. It was impossible.
She put on her nightgown and climbed into bed and slept, entirely out of it. The following day, she was alone; her husband did not sleep with her. She went down to the kitchen. Her husband, Pastor Jeffery, was sitting drinking coffee.
She started to speak, "Jeff."
"You stay out all night, coming home half-naked. Who were you fucking" Jeff yelled at her? Then, he abruptly stood up and departed.
They barely talked to each other in the ensuing weeks. Then, at breakfast one morning, Jeff announced he was headed off to a vital church conference and told Carol to avoid whoring around if she could.
Carol was mortified and went into a deep funk. That afternoon she received a package, when she opened it, she almost fainted. It contained pictures of her in just about every conceivable position. Try as she might, she could not remember any of it. Then, about an hour after the package arrived, she received a phone call.
"Yes, those pictures are real. Do you like them? Speechless, I see. Well, if you don't want your husband and the congregation to see them, you will be back at the plant a ten pm, and you will wear a see-through nightgown only."
Without further comment, he hung up. Carol showed up too scared not to; she entered the warehouse and was called inside at ten pm.
"What do you want," she asked?
"You, of course, I loved fucking you up the ass; you enjoyed that," laughing.
