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The Penitent by Charles Arnold For Ebook ordering

Copyrighted © 2003 Charles Arnold, all rights reserved.  

“Come dear, let’s freshen up,” Stella said, directing Kathy toward the bathroom.  The older woman sat her at the dressing table.  Kathy stared straight ahead, the tears rolling down her cheeks.   Stella pulled up a stool and sat down facing her.  “There, there,” she said, patting Kathy’s knee,  “it will be all right.”  Kathy was silent, making no attempt to stop or brush away the tears.  “What happened?” Stella asked.  “It seemed like something awful happened.”

       “I...I don’t know,” Kathy murmured.  “I really don’t know, but yes, something awful happened.”

       “You are, I declare, one of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, but also the most confused.  You couldn’t possibly care a fiddler’s fuck for Richie.  He’s disgusting and he’s vicious.  For a woman with your looks, your body, your intelligence and good breeding to even speak to a sub-human half-wit like Richie is obscene.  But to kiss him, kiss him in the way you did.  I mean we all saw that you were...that you were...” she couldn’t finish.

       “That I was his woman,” Kathy said dully, “that in some unexplainable way I had become his, and I wanted him to take me right then.”  She brushed away the tears and bowed her head.  “’That’s true,” she said softly,  “I’m terribly afraid it might always be true.”

       “No, no,” Stella said. “It’s Stein. He has a talent for manipulating people. I am convinced he’s a Devil.  This thing about Richie; it will pass.”

       “I hope with all my heart you’re right,” Kathy said, looking up, “but at the same time there’s a part of me that wants it to last.”  She felt another surge of heat and wetness between her legs.  She stared into the mirror oblivious of the sad reflection that looked back at her.  “There’s something,” she spoke more to herself than to Stella, “an uncontrollable desire that came just then and will not go away.  It’s this desperate wish or need to sacrifice all that I am in some kind of crazy adoration of that...that, mindless grotesque who is now my husband.  My God, he possesses me, absolutely, possesses me, and inexplicably, I want him to possess me.  And I let him know that.”

       “Strange” Stella said,  “very strange.”  She stood.  “Well then, we can’t keep our guests waiting, can we now?”

       “No, we can’t keep them waiting.”

       Stella put her hand under Kathy’s chin and tilted her head up.  “Beautiful,” she said.  “Such delicate features, and the color in your cheeks.”  She reapplied the lipstick and gloss to Kathy’s mouth and brushed her hair lightly.  “There, that’s all we have to do.”

       “What about...” Kathy pointed to the tube of KY jelly.

       “Later, we’ll deal with that later.”  Kathy stood up.  “There is just one more thing,” Stella said.  Kathy turned to her.  The old woman was holding a bright silver chain about four feet in length.  On one end was a spring clip.  “Stein thought it might be a nice touch.”

       Kathy lifted the steel ring on her collar and Stella attached the chain to it.  Then looking hard into Kathy’s eyes, the older woman placed both hands on Kathy’s breasts.  Her hands were cold and her mouth was set in a straight line.  Kathy saw something of Richie in his mother.  The concern Stella had professed earlier had quickly become something else. 

       “Watching the way you kissed that imbecile son of mine made me hot,” she said, applying pressure to Kathy’s nipples and bending over to examine them closely. “I see you’ve fed the little pets.”  Kathy blushed.  “It’s all right,” Stella twisted the nipples causing Kathy to gasp.  “So have I, lots of times.  It looks like we have more in common than we suspect.”  She smiled.  “If you belong to Richie and I am Richie’s mother, maybe you belong to me as well?”  Kathy was about to protest but the old woman tugged gently on the leash.  “Shall we go now?”  Kathy nodded.  Stella walked ahead, leading her by the silver chain.

       The room was in darkness again except for a harsh circle of light on the keg, which was still covered with the velvet cloth.  A slow, bluesy jazz number with a low growling saxophone played through the speakers.  The chairs had been pulled up so that they faced the keg but were about three feet beyond the circle of light.  Stella paused beside the keg, but Kathy motioned her toward the assembled guests.  She stopped before the Japanese and lifted the scalloped hem of her bodice.  Then she offered him the bow that secured her skirt.  Unsmiling, he shook his head in refusal. 

       She moved to stand before Richie.  Again, she lifted the scalloped hem.  Richie hooked one finger onto the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down to reveal her stomach.  He cleared his throat and spit, aiming for her belly button.  His saliva was phlegmy and cold.  It slid down her stomach toward her shaved cunt.  She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed.  She could feel her legs grow weak and fought to keep them from trembling. 

       “I’ll do it,” Stein said.  She crossed to him and he pulled the bow.  The satin skirt fell to the floor with a soft whispering sound revealing her splendid ass and legs, and the smooth roundness of her belly, which glistened, with the slime of Richie’s spittle.  They could see, too, the milky ooze that coated the pink furrow of her slit.

       “Goddamn!”  Vinnie gasped.

       “Shame, shame,” the old priest said.

       Stella led Kathy back to the keg.  The silver chain sparkled in the bright circle of light.  As Stella pulled the velvet cover off the keg, Kathy turned to face the silent watchers.  She stood straight, unsmiling, looking out into the darkness where they sat.  Stella unfastened the chain.  The bodice was tight at Kathy’s waist, accenting the flair of her hips and the rising swell of her breasts.  The extreme spike heels lengthened the long curve of her calves and elevated her buttocks.  After a moment, she turned and, spreading her legs to straddle the keg, she bent over it.  Stella quickly snapped the ankle cuffs to the base of the supports.  Kathy placed her arms along the front supports and Stella secured the wrist cuffs. 

       It was then that Kathy noticed the carpet had been cut so that the keg formed the center of a four-foot circle.  Stella stepped back beyond the perimeter.  There was a slight humming noise and Kathy felt the platform begin to move.  When her anal opening was opposite the wedding guests, the platform stopped.  Both the angle of the keg and the supports served to open her, but now Stella spread Kathy’s ass cheeks even wider.

       “Holy Christ!”  Vinnie gasped.

       “Exquisite, simply exquisite,” Forbes whispered aloud.

       “Like a soft little mouth,” Stein said, “pink and tight.”

       She could hear Richie from the darkness,  “Fu...fu...fu...” he said, his slurred speech no more than a guttural sound. 

       “Just a minute,” Stella ordered.  Kathy could feel drops of warm oil on her legs, then Stella’s strong hands rubbing one leg and then the other, and smoothing the oil over her ass. Finally, the KY. Stella’s index finger gently circled the rim of Kathy’s exposed opening and then pushed into it.  “Relax,” she whispered, “relax.”  With the middle finger of her left hand, Stella rubbed Kathy’s clitoris.  Suddenly, she shoved two fingers of her right hand into Kathy’s anus.  Kathy moaned and stood on her tiptoes. Stella teased her, flicking the swollen clit with a sharply pointed fingernail.  Kathy moaned again.  “You hot, baby?”  Kathy nodded her head.  Abruptly, Stella withdrew her fingers and stepped outside the circle. 

       Kathy squirmed, trying to find the raised welt in the leather covering of the keg.  It was no longer under her.  She could feel it against her inner thigh.  The platform moved a quarter turn so that the guests would have a view from the side. 

       “Tell your husband what you want,” Stein said from the darkness.

       Kathy struggled to find her voice.  I...I...want him to...to...take me, to take me like this.  To take me from behind.”

       “Oh my,” Stein said in mock surprise, “only married half an hour and already she sounds like a demanding wife.  Have you forgotten your promise, Mrs. Sconzo?  Have you forgotten your vows?  Have you forgotten your place?”

       “I’m sorry,” Kathy said softly, “please forgive me.”

       “Are you speaking to me?”  Stein asked.

       “Yes, Mr. Stein.”

       “But you are not my woman, Mrs. Sconzo.  Whose woman are you?”

       “Forgive me.  I am Richie’s woman.  I...I...I belong to Richie.  I want to belong to him...always.”

       “I suggest you never forget that.  Now, perhaps you’d like to rephrase this rather vulgar request?”

       “Yes, thank you Mr. Stein.”  She was still for a moment.  “Richie, I truly belong to you,” she began.  “I am proud and happy to be your woman.  You are more of a man than my first husband was.”  She paused, loathing herself while at the same time wanting to find words that would gratify him.  “You are the husband I need, the husband I have always needed.    My only desire is to please you now and to please you always.” She paused again and felt the hot flow seeping from her vagina.  “My mouth is yours, dear Richie.  My...my...cunt is yours.  My...my anal opening which I am offering you on this, our wedding day, is yours as often...as often as you...as you wish to...to...to take it.”

       “B...B...B...beg,” Richie slurred.

       “Please, Richie, please my dear husband, consummate our marriage here, now before our guests.  See, I am open for you.  I want to feel you inside me, deep inside me.  Take me like this, dear Richie, please, I am begging you. ”

       She heard him lurch across the room and stop behind her.  Once again she felt the cold drool of Richie’s spittle on her back, his fingers digging into her sides, and then the searing plunge of his prick.  She screamed, the pain cutting into her like a knife.  But in a moment she was thrusting back against him, frantically trying to rub her clit against the edge of the keg.  The light leapt along the play of muscles in her legs and along the contracting cheeks of her ass.  She strained against the ankle cuffs, her heels lifting off the floor as she rubbed back and forth on the keg.  It was no use.  Her clit swelled and the cream flowed freely, but she could not make contact with the leather nub. 

       After several hard grunts, Richie came.  His nails dug into her flesh.  Looking back at his claw-like hands, she caught sight of her wedding band.  She was the wife of this sadistic creature.  Not only was she his wife, she belonged to him.  And for some insane reason she couldn’t explain, she wanted, at least for now, to belong to him.  Stretched over this hideous keg, her orifices open to the eyes of these despicable strangers, the pain of his anal rape burning inside of her, the terrible ache between her legs...none of that mattered.  He had come in her ass.  Perhaps she had pleased him.  She wanted very much to have pleased him.  “Thank you,” she said softly,  “thank you, dear husband, thank you for taking me in this way.”