Selling Brielle, Part 14

Selling Brielle, Part 14

Story by All These Roadworks (2024).

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Jillian sat completely nude, on the pastor’s couch, with her legs spread and her exposed pussy pointed at the man she hated. She blushed, and cursed herself for the slutty, traitorous behaviour that had gotten her into this mess.

“Showing your body to a man must excite you, Jillian,” said the pastor, staring at her naked body and grinning. His wife Tammy had brought out a pot of tea, and the pastor was sipping from a teacup as he enjoyed Jillian’s discomfort.

“No, not really,” said Jillian, looking away from the pastor.

“Come now, Jillian, there’s no need to lie,” said the pastor. “The natural purpose of your body is to please men, and you’ve denied that purpose for so long. That dirty cunt of your must be practically gushing with arousal to finally show itself to a man.” He paused, and then added, “But if you’re going to continue lying to me, then we have no business here. I’ll just have to show that footage to Brielle…”

The footage showed Jillian allowing - no, helping - Joel to sexually violate Brielle’s **** body. Jillian would go to jail, for sure.

“No,” said Jillian quietly. “My pussy is very wet. I like showing my body to you.”

“Good girl,” said the pastor. “I think the camera got that.” And he pointed upwards, towards the ceiling.

Jillian followed his motion with her eyes, and jumped. There was a small camera fixed to the wall, pointed at the seat she was in. She was being filmed! He was recording her, nude, as she confessed to being aroused by him…

She instinctively crossed her hands over her bare tits.

“Come now, Jillian, none of that,” said the pastor. “You’ve already made a far more embarrassing film than this. Let the camera see those udders of yours.”

Hesitantly, she dropped her hands, re-exposing her breasts.

“And why don’t you stroke that slutty twat of yours while we talk?” asked the pastor. “You’ve just admitted how much you want to.”

Jillian flushed, and hesitated - but it wasn’t really a suggestion, she knew. It was a command. She put her hand between her legs and began to gently massage her pussy.

“Very good,” said the pastor. “Now, I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to continue being honest. I want full sentences for answers, and I want them to be complete and truthful. If you minimise anything, or omit anything, then we will have no further bargaining, and I’ll simply tell Brielle what you did to her.”

Jillian squirmed. She was trapped, and she hated it.

“First question, Jillian,” the pastor said. “What did you do to your girlfriend last night?”

There was a long silence. Jillian didn’t want to say this. But she saw no alternative.

“I **** Brielle,” she said. “And then I invited a man over while she was asleep. I took out his cock, then licked my wife’s cunt to get her wet for him. I masturbated him, with his cock aimed at my wife’s face, and I encouraged him to call my wife a bitch, and then I let him cum in Brielle’s mouth. And then I licked his cock clean.”

Said all together like that, it made Jillian sound like a ****, and a slut. And she supposed that, in truth, she was.

If last night’s video hadn’t been enough to put her in jail, this confession certainly would be.

“Good girl,” said the pastor. She could see the bulge in his pants - the erection that her naked body and her slutty confession had given him.

“Now, second question,” he continued. “Whether I can help you depends on whether you truly repent your lifestyle. If you are still proud to be a lesbian, Jillian, then there’s nothing I can do for you. But if you have come to understand how disgusting and degraded your lesbian ways are, then there may be hope for you. So what I want you to do is to tell me your honest opinion of lesbians like yourself.”

Jillian went red - with humiliation, and with rage. She hated this man, and she hated his stupid homophobic opinions. But she had to keep playing along with him for now.

“Lesbians like me are disgusting,” he said quietly. “Our sexual urges are perverted and sinful. We were created to fuck men, and denying that truth makes us stupid and evil. Lesbians deserve to be controlled by men, and punished, and ****.”

It was strange to say that, while rubbing her cunt. And as she did, she became aware now that she *was* becoming wet, from the constant stimulation of her pussy. And the thought came to her that if she had said those words in front of Joel, she would be *glad* to say them - to debase herself, and her sexuality, and to place herself into Joel’s hands to be disciplined and controlled.

The pastor was not Joel, though. She wanted to stab him for this humiliation.

“Very good,” said the pastor. “And now, third question. I want you to describe how you want me to **** Brielle. Be explicit. And keep describing how it might happen until you cum.”

She took a deep breath. She could do this. She could…

No, she couldn’t. She didn’t care. This man was *not* going to stick his cock in her wife’s pussy. Brielle’s cunt belonged to Joel, even if Brielle didn’t know it yet, and it was Jillian’s duty to protect Joel’s property rights.

“Fuck you,” she spat - and then she got up and crossed over to where the pastor sat.

The pastor’s eyes widened in momentary fear, and he shrank back in his seat - but Jillian only intended to kneel between his legs. She deftly undid his pants, and pulled out his erect cock, and began to pump it, aiming it at her face.

“Let’s stop fucking around, and make a bargain,” she said to him, as she masturbated him. “You are not getting your cock inside my pussy, or inside Brielle’s. That’s off the table. Do you understand?”

“You’re not in a place to be setting the terms, Jillian,” warned the pastor.

Jillian viciously squeezed his dick, making him squeak, and then returned to masturbating him.

“You’re going to get something that you want, don’t worry,” she said. “But not that. I’ll go to jail first. Do you understand me?”

He was silent, and she squeezed his cock again.

“Understood,” he said quickly.

“And you will not involve the man you saw in the video,” Jillian continued. “You don’t get his name or his identity. If you see him again, you pretend you didn’t. You forget he exists.”

“Very well,” said the pastor.

“Now, with that said - what do you want?” asked Jillian.

“Why, I simply want to bring you and Brielle back to the way of the Lord,” said the pastor, “and help you to understand your true role as breeders for the cocks of men.”

“There’ll be no breeding.” said Jillian. “What else?”

The pastor’s eyes went cold. He reached down and grabbed a handful of Jillian’s hair, and pulled on it.

“Listen, you little bitch,” he snarled “You may think you’re clever with your bargains, but you’re nothing but a cunt, and you *will* learn that. I’m done listening to your terms. Here are *my terms.”

He pulled her head over to his cock, and pushed it down. Jillian opened her mouth, having no other real option, and the pastor’s cock pushed into her mouth.

It tasted almost as good as Joel’s. What kind of lesbian loved the taste of cock, Jillian wondered? A slutty one, she knew.

“Rule one,” said the pastor, and began to jerk her head up and down on his cock by her hair. “You will put the camera back in your bedroom, and you and Brielle will fuck in front of it for my entertainment at least once every two days. Whether Brielle knows the camera is there is up to you.”

“Rule two,” he continued. “You will not engage in lesbian sex - with anyone - unless it is demeaning, painful, degrading or embarrassing. Merely licking cunt is not enough - it’s up to you to make it sluttier. Over time I will require you to intensify your degradation. In the fullness of time, you should come to hate lesbian sex, and associate it with trauma and shame.”

Jillian struggled against the hand holding her down on his cock. She felt herself gagging, but the pastor wouldn’t let her up. Her mouth and throat were filled with his dick.

“Rule three,” the pastor went on. “You will encourage Brielle to trust me and accept my guidance. You will tell her to obey me, and do what I want, no matter what that is - with the exception, as you have so forcefully staked out, that I will not put my cock in her vagina. You will take my side against her in any conflict.”

Jillian was slobbering in a humiliating way around the pastor’s cock. She sensed he was getting close to orgasm.

“Rule four,” the pastor went on. “You will introduce the idea into your relationship that lesbianism is sinful, and shameful, and disgusting, and that it requires punishment and shaming. You will specifically suggest to Brielle that she is slutty and whorish and worthless because of her lesbian urges.”

He began yanking Jillian up and down on his cock again. Jillian’s head was nothing but a masturbation toy for him.

“And rule five,” the pastor continued. “You will both undertake such activities to ‘cure’ your lesbianism as I prescribe for you, no matter how demeaning or painful you may think them. You will do so without complaint, and ensure that Brielle takes part too.”

Jillian hated this - she hated all of it. Each and every rule was intolerable. And yet she had made this happen, by betraying Brielle to Joel, by allowing Joel to be filmed by the pastor. It was her fault.

And, also, she felt some pride. Because she had managed to protect her cunt, and Brielle’s, and reserve them for Joel. They belonged to him, not the pastor.

She would have to tell Joel about this. She didn’t know how he would react, but she had to tell him. Otherwise it would be lying to him. What would he do? Would he disown her, and want nothing more to do with her?

The thought made her sick. But she would have to tell him.

And then, suddenly, the pastor was cumming, his hips bucking up against Jillian’s face, his hot seed filling her mouth, bathing her tongue, running down her throat. She gagged, and then swallowed as quickly as she could, as the pastor held her down on his cock and spurted into her mouth again and again.

And no matter how much she hated the pastor, Jillian had to accept that his cum tasted good. She enjoyed swallowing it. She wanted more.

“You’ve been a good cunt today, Jillian,” said the pastor. He waited until she had sucked the last of his cum from his cock, and then pushed her away, so that she fell backwards on the floor. “If you agree to my terms, spread your pussy for me, and call yourself a dumb slut.”

She blushed - and spread her legs, and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips.

“I’m a dumb slut,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” laughed the pastor. “Now get out. Go home and put that camera back. You may hate me, but you can take comfort that the redemption of your eternal soul - and that of your slut fuck-partner - begins today. Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” said Jillian.

And she dressed, and left, and went home to do as she had been told.

(TO BE CONTINUED)