Candy Among the Christians
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Candice Butz
2:25 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Sleeping Beauty Awakes
You know how they talk all the time in romance novels about how the hero or
heroine passes out and awakes to find themselves in a dungeon. YaDa, YaDa, YaDa.
Well they got it all wrong. First of all there are the cramps. When you have
been tied up for two hours in the same position your big muscles are all
cramped. Its like the aftermath of the biggest charley horse you have ever had
in your life. Back and legs, Oh God. Then there is your head. I started the
day off with a hangover, retching. I didn't have the time to get enough brandy
down to help me with the hangover. I didn't even have the time for a cup of
coffee before the bitch from hell had me on this horse. Then try seeing what
hanging your head down for a couple of hours does for your hangover. My neck
muscles are knotted beyond believe. Start the day off with the dry heaves and
then get kicked in the crotch a dozen times. Men think that because they have
balls only they hurt when they get kicked in the crotch. Men are not only
bastards they are arrogant fools. Women hurt when struck in the crotch,
different but very bad. Waking up after being tortured is not fun.
FUCK THAT BITCH she really knows how to hurt you. An hour ago I was mostly
preoccupied by how much my ass hurt. Then the real pain started. Bad enough
for me to black out twice. Now my head hurts worse than anything and every
muscle in my body aches. My mouth is fouler than the bottom of any birdcage. I
have no idea what she and her little puppy were doing to my pussy but I know
they didn't rip it out. It hurts too bad. It didn't hurt this bad after the
kids were born. Before I was worried that they were going to kill me. Now I
know they are not that nice. Good old Dr. Death knows just how much punishment
the body can absorb. She takes you just to that point and keeps you there for a
while. Then pushes you over. I think that just a minute ago she had her little
pup Patty suck her off. I am sure that she gets a kick out of beating me.
According to so much of pornography, the victim is supposed to get off on being
beaten. Well this one doesn't. It just hurts. Elsbeth was trying to turn me
on by teasing my clit while they were beating my pussy. The only one who was
getting turned on was her darkness. I will survive this. Of this I am now
sure. They don't want to kill me. They want me to be their little toy so that
they can hurt me, and hurt me, and hurt me. If they kill me they can't hurt me
any more. I will live. And I will get back at Dr. Elsbeth Strikt. And I will
hurt her, and hurt her and hurt her. And her little dog Patty, too.
My job is to survive. Once I have survived then I will figure out how to get
ahead. I have always managed to extricate my self from a bad situation. The
problem is to know just when you have hit bottom. Then because things cannot
possibly worse, you know things will be getting better. The problem is knowing
where the bottom is. Last night I thought I had hit bottom. My emotional pain
was at a maximum. Things then got worse. I had forgotten what physical pain
really is. The Dark Lady has now reminded me. Physical pain is worse than
emotional pain, trust me. The question is how much worse can the physical pain
get. Looking at it from this angle, I think things are going to get better.
Rev. Max Payne
2:30 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Inspection of the Treatment Room
Things were quiet in the Treatment Room when I let myself in. I was cheerily
greeted by Dr. Strikt who had a smile on her face and bloom in her cheeks. She
certainly looked happy. The former Mrs. Genron was quietly draped over the
heavy horse. Patty, my secretary, was mopping the tile floor around the horse.
I suspect that this means that the newly named Mrs. Butz had an accident. Well
accidents do happen. Somewhere along the line I will have to remind Candy about
her accident. And discipline her for it. And I will have to discipline her for
being late this morning. And I will have to discipline her for failing to greet
me, like a good employee does when their ultimate superior enters the room. So
much disciplining to do. Fortunately we are well set up for that here. Patty
certainly looked happy. He cheeks were even more rosy red than Dr. Strikt's. I
have to admit Patty looked unique wearing a tied off blouse, dark blue stockings
and not much else except shaved pubes and bruises. I certainly have a rare pair
of women employees in these two. Well time to pay some attention to the former
Mrs. Genron.
I walked over to the heavy horse and greeted her. "Good afternoon Mrs Genron,
or should I say Mrs. Butz or may I be informal and call you Candice." She
raised her tear streaked face and glared at me. "Oh, it looks like your not
having much fun. Didn't you like the tour that Dr. Strikt took you on. I am
afraid that you have made a bit of a mess about you." I walked around the horse
to the rear and inspected Mrs. Butz butt. "It looks as if Dr. Strikt has been
busy. I am sure that this behind was not purple when you got here this morning.
In fact, part of your trouble is that Alex never disciplined you at all. You
would have been a much better wife and mother if he had. We will certainly
never make that mistake." I put the back of my fingers to the surface of
Candy's buttocks to note the temperature. "Well Dr. Strikt certainly warmed up
your bottom, didn't she. Have you thanked her for it. And she did such a good
job without making you bleed." I commented as I nodded the Elsbeth's direction.
"Oh I certainly had help from your secretary, Rev Payne" Elsbeth cheerfully
rejoined, adding "she certainly is a very talented and eager to please
employee".
At that point my inspection shifted to Candice Butz's nether region. Her labia
majora were purple and swollen. I pinched one and Candy started screaming using
some of the foulest language I have ever heard in my life. I placed my hands
over my ears until the shrieking stopped. Looking at Elsbeth I enquired as to
whether Mrs. Butz's stomach was empty. Dr. Strikt replied that at the end Candy
was bringing up only bile-flecked mucous. "In that case," I suggested "why
don't you do something about the noise". I think that Elsbeth actually likes to
hear the screams of females under chastisement. I think it turns her on. Pain
turns her on. Even her own. Sometimes especially her own. Well I don't like
noise. It gives me a headache. I went over to the control panel and lowered
the lighting a little bit. And put on a recording of Mozart. "Ein Kline
Nachtmusik." Elsbeth went over to the closet and got some duct tape. My Dean
of Humanities went over to the offender and taped shut the offending orifice.
With the environment much more congenial I walked over to the horse picking up
the chair along the way. I sat down near Mrs. Butz's head and said "well, isn't
that nicer. I have a duty to do that I promised Alex. He said that as Genron
Energy started going down the slippery slope he lost interest in sex. It seems
as if you haven't had much sexual congress the last few months. You know that
sexual congress is very important for the mental health of a good Christian
woman. Reverend Norcod believes that sexual congress is at the very center of
Christian Discipline. Well, I am here to help remedy that." I walked around to
the back and started rubbing Candy's genitals with my right hand. They were
remarkably dry. She certainly wasn't sexually aroused by pain. In any case, I
didn't care if she was turned on by me or not. This furrow was going to get
ploughed anyway.
Rev. Max Payne
2:40 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Disciplinary Sexual Congress
But first I had to get it up. When you are sixty you aren't the lad you were at
sixteen. So I summoned over my secretary. "Patty" I said, "looks like you have
been a good girl so far." She nodded. "Do you want to show me how good you can
be". I think she knew what I was talking about. "Then take off your blouse and
bra". A faint smile crossed her face and she gracefully complied. As I
suspected she did indeed have a very pleasing pair of breasts. Not magnificent
like Candy's but non-the-less pleasant. By this point I was fingering with my
right hand Candy's vagina, which was terribly dry. I further instructed Patty
gently "kneel down in front of me. Unzip my trousers. Do you know what to do?"
Patty nodded her red head up and down. As she kissed the glans of my penis and
started to move her tongue over it, I began to stiffen. I gave a big sigh.
This young lady certainly knew that a properly submissive female is the center
of the Christian experience.
Candy, on the other hand, was very far from a Submissive Christian attitude.
She clenched the muscles of her pelvic floor violently trying to force out of
her vagina the two fingers I now had inserted. Well, we will go about this
slowly. Patience is the essence of Discipline. I inserted my fingers with more
force while Patty began to take at least half of my penis into her mouth. Then
she began to lick my testicles. And then take my testicles into her mouth and
suck on them. I was becoming highly aroused. I must discuss with her husband
the possibility of Disciplinary Sexual Congress with this young lady. Finally,
having gotten Candy as moist as I was likely to get her, I swung around,
abruptly taking my fully erect penis out of Patty's mouth and shoved it all the
way into Candice's vagina. I banged away as hard as I could, fighting against
her clenching muscles. In the end her bound position and exhaustion from her
beating weakened her ability to resist and I was in like Flint. And the fight
she had been giving me certainly strengthened my ardor. I can't say I pleasured
her or she enjoyed it. But that is not the point. The point of disciplinary
sexual congress is to convince the female of inevitability. Their role is to be
submissive and accepting. So says Rev. Norcod. All throughout this Candy's
response was vocalizing through the duct tape securing her mouth. But the
silver tape helped stifle her screams to the point where they were merely
interfering with my enjoyment of the Mozart. At last she ceased to struggle and
just hung there on the horse. That is it, submit to the will of the Allmighty.
By this point I had my dander up. I was vigorously thrusting back and forth
building up the steam to bring me to the point of ejaculation. And finally
ejaculate I did. I am sure that on many occasions Candy has had better sex.
But it has been a few years since I have. And there was enough spunk so that
when I went limp and pulled out, a little dribbled down the lips of her vulva.
At that point I noticed that my zipper had abraded her bruised and battered
labia, causing them to slightly bleed. The blood had gotten onto the front of
my trousers. Well I would have to take care of that. Candice just limply lay
there and quietly sobbed, feeling sorry for herself. I really thought she would
have put up more of a fight. Over the last decade I have subjected about a
dozen women to disciplinary sexual congress. Almost all of them were feistier
than this. Maybe
Candy is more amenable to proper Christian training than I thought.
After I zipped up, I walked around to Candy's head. "Young lady", I said "did
you think that your new status didn't entail a few obligations. I'm surprised
that Alex didn't tell you. Once a harlot, always a harlot. Tell me, is it
actually possible to rape a whore?". I turned to Dr. Strikt and gave her the
next set of orders. "Get Mrs Butz off the horse. Secure up our little harlot,
but not fully suspended, let her rest for a while. Say over there" I pointed to
the block and lines nearest the door to the Humanities Locker Room. I continued
"We have the Robinson's scheduled for 3 PM on. Better put a hood on Sleeping
Beauty so that Mrs. Robinson doesn't recognize Mrs. Genron too quickly. Once
you have run Mrs. Robinson through the first part of her treatment, and have
sent her upstairs, and have started Elizabeth's treatment, then you can begin
the next phase of Mrs. Butz's treatment. You are welcome to use Barbara as an
assistant. I am sure that Patty will wish to continue to assist you. I think
that she is learning very quickly. But make sure that Mrs. Butz has recovered
by about 6 PM. I will be coming down and I want the third phase of her
treatment to begin about then." With this I gave Patty a pinch on her cheek,
she blushed. I then went over to the table and picked up the crop. I gave
Candice two sharp blows between her legs, one squarely on each of her swollen
labia. She squealed like a gagged pig. Truly things are going smoothly today.
Patty Pine
2:50 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Getting Ready for the Robinsons
"Jeepers" I said quietly to myself. "When I accepted the job of secretary to
Rev. Payne I had no idea that these sorts of things went on." He was a dark and
distant figure who we as students saw only infrequently. We were all a little
scared of him but we had no contact with him. Dean Strikt we knew and feared.
As students we all had at least one friend that had spent an endless afternoon
in the Treatment Room with the Dark Lady (as she was called behind her back).
None of them ever wanted to talk about it. When pressed all they would say, and
it was usually quite a while later, was that the "chastisements" never involved
rape. The girls, mostly seniors with only an occasional junior, that had
endured a session with the Dark Lady formed a sort of ultimate secret
organization. They would talk about what happened, but only among themselves.
For at least a month after a session they would be extra modest in the locker
room but occasionally we would catch a glimpse of a solidly black and blue
breast, thigh or buttock, sometimes with an oozing cut. We knew that Dr. Strikt
preferred to have her sessions on Friday afternoons and they sometimes lasted
into the evenings. The victim usually then spent the weekend in bed and
sometimes even missed a day or two of school the next week. The sessions took
place at irregular intervals, usually about six weeks or two months apart.
Often before holidays. The girls mothers were always present. You could see
them arriving at school, generally about noon on Friday. Affluent ladies, well
dressed, with distress on their faces. Talking with the girls later, they could
never figure out what they did that was so wrong as to justify a trip to the
"Treatment Room" with the Dark Lady. I got the hint that their mothers were
given the same "treatment" that the daughters got.
I was beginning to understand things better although nothing quite made sense.
As students, we girls were kept in the dark a lot. I remember my wedding
whipping, after I graduated and a month before my marriage. It was a rite of
passage, it was not done in response to something evil I had done. These very
severe beating were always done "for your own good" rather than in response to
something you had done. Looking back on it, the long afternoon sessions in the
Treatment Room that the couple of my friends and their mothers endured and my
Wedding Whipping had sexual overtones that I was not aware of until now. Well,
sucking Rev. Payne's dick and eating the Dark Lady's pussy had more than
overtones of sex. When Dr. Strikt beat Mrs. Genron's pussy, the Dark Lady
certainly seemed to be getting turned on. And if I am correct, Rev. Payne's
intercourse with Mrs. Genron was certainly not consensual on her part and
amounted to rape. This was going to be a very strange afternoon. For the
second time today I am frightened. But not necessarily of a simple whipping.
There are worse things than a beating going on here.
So something is going on involving the Robinsons this afternoon at 3 PM. I know
that Rev. Payne has listed in his daily calendar ROBINSONS in big red letters in
the 3:00 lot with an arrow going all the way down to the bottom of the day. I
knew Barbara Robinson, she was an underclasswoman when I was a Senior, but I
didn't know her well. Seniors don't mix with sophomores. She is working today
as the volunteer receptionist up on the first floor in the front. I remember
Barbara was a quiet modest girl, come to think about it, a lot like me.
Definitely a good girl. But I think that I distinctly heard Rev. Payne mention
an Elizabeth Robinson. I think that Barbara had a sister, a couple of years
older than I did that ran away from church on the day of her marriage. She took
off with another guy and was never heard of again. I wonder if that was
Elizabeth?
Well the Dark Lady is coming out of her reverie and Mrs. Genron, I mean Mrs.
Butz is starting to stir. "Yes, Dr. Strikt, I will undo her legs". The Dark
Lady unlocked the padlocks that fastened Mrs. Butz's wrist restraints to the
front legs of the horse and undid the straps holding her at the elbows. There
was no way that Mrs. Butz could stand. Dr. Strikt and I each grabbed her under
an armpit and lifted her up off the horse. When we set her upright on her feet,
he ankles immediately buckled and we were left supporting her. We carried her
over to the door leading into the Humanities locker room and set her down like a
rag doll with her back against the wall and her legs splayed out in front. She
was softly crying.
Then Dr. Strikt told me to go over the sliding glass door closet and get the
boat hook. I thought this a rather bizarre command but graduates of 2nd
Evangelical Girls Academy know better than to question the Dark Lady. I found
the boat hook and brought it over. Dr. Strikt took what looked like a TV remote
out of her pocket. She pointed up to the ceiling and told me to snag a loop of
line up there with my boat hook. Then I saw them. A couple of lines with eye
splices in thimbles on the running ends going through a set of blocks across the
ceiling and down into the wall. When I hooked one of the eye-spliced loops, Dr.
Strikt pointed the remote at the controls for the stereo and the lights on the
other wall. I could hear a whir and the line came down a couple of inches a
second. When four feet of line were lowered, she told me to do the same for the
other line. I looked up and noticed that there was a second line about three
feet from the first. So we repeated the process of snagging with the boat hook
and running a concealed winch with the remote. OK I caught on to what was
happening. This was some sort of a suspension system. Rev Payne had earlier
said something about "suspending" Mrs. Butz!
Dr. Strikt and I helped Mrs. Butz to her feet and brought her over to the lines.
While I propped up Mrs. Butz, the Dark Lady used the padlocks to attach the
3/16" line to the wrist restraints. Then she used the remote to winch up the
lines until Mrs. Butz's arms were hoisted above her head. She wasn't really
suspended because her arms were quite slackly held. Dr. Strikt took Mrs. Butz's
head between her hands and looked her straight in the eyes. "Come on my little
blond friend, I want you to stand up." Mrs. Butz moaned and shook her head from
side to side. Dr. Strikt got louder "Stand up or else I will hoist you up until
just your toes are touching and then its up your nose with an ammonia swab."
That got Mrs. Butz's attention and she struggled to stand on her feet. Wobbly
knees and ankles and high heeled shoes didn't help but eventually she got her
footing. I have to admit that her knees shook quite a bit and she had to wrap
her hands around the line and half pull herself up. But eventually she settled
in. The Dark Lady stepped back a couple of feet. She surveyed Mrs. Butz and
said "Candy you are a pretty sight. A thoroughly beaten butt and some of the
Rev. Payne's cum slithering down your thigh. Tell you what. If you promise to
keep your mouth shut, I will take the duct tape off." Mrs. Butz nodded her head
up and down. Skritch, the Dark Lady stripped off the tape with a speed that
must have really hurt. Mrs. Butz was about to say something but obviously
thought better of it. She was learning! Dr. Strikt continued "From now on you
can communicate by nodding or shaking. Think about some of the punishments I
might just inflict for excessive chattering." I could see Mrs. Butz's pupils
contract in fear. I think she had a good imagination. "One more thing. Patty,
go over to the implement closet and go to a drawer marked hood. In it you will
find some with a mesh veil over the face. Bring it here." I did as the Dark
Lady commanded. Found one in black and brought it over. Dr. Strikt put it over
Mrs. Butz's head saying "you can see out but most people will have a hard time
recognizing you stripped naked with a hood on your head. Keep quiet and watch.
You will have a couple of hours to rest, recuperate and be entertained. But
remember, your time will come."
I looked up at the clock. It was 2:59 PM. We had Mrs. Butz secured and the
horse ready and waiting. We were right on schedule. We had one strung up blond
with dark stockings, pink high heeled shoes, and a black hooded veil over her
head. We had one heavy duty punishment horse. We had a gynecologic examination
table. And looking around the room I noticed that in the other three corners
there were arrangements of blocks with lines running through them with eye
spliced loops in the running ends and the standing parts probably wrapped around
winches hidden in the walls. Why did I ever accept a job as Rev. Payne's
secretary. I know that it was my husband's idea. Why couldn't I have gotten a
job at Wally World.
It was 3:00 PM and we were waiting for Mrs. Robinson.
