I was led back onto the stage for the next scene, and given to the four wives of the senior elder, modestly dressed, and hard at work on their sewing. I hope I made Jeremy Unger proud, licking the pussies under the table and making the wives scream. By the end I had all four sets of thighs wide open, and I was even mugging a little, showing those bare pussies off to the audience with little flourishes of my hand, and then going in with lips and tongue and making each pussy's owner scream.
Just as in the Victorian version, as each girl came, she was pulled away by the elder, and put over a paradise-step to be beaten with the scarim, its twelvefold-lash falling over and over in chastisement as the girl wailed out her repentance for the pleasure I had given her.
As the final one was punished, Charles entered, carrying my leash, and said, in the same thunderous tone with which he had cursed them, "Now is my curse fulfilled, for your wives are debauched, and shall prefer one another to thy authority!"
He strode to me, and clipped the leash to my collar. "Come, whore," he said, "we shall return whence we came."
But the Angel of Love appeared, and said, "No! Hold, sir! All this has been for the good pleasure of all! For is there a limit to the pleasure which a Son of the Prophecy has in chastising a naughty wife? In such wise, then, let there be no limit to the pleasure we all take together, now, at once! So fuck the whore before the faces of us all, to show us that Prophettown is at peace with the nations of the world!"Horrifying, yes. But also intriguing?
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