Honor, Grace, and Fortitude

The willow switch stung Christine's bare backside again. Her skirt was up her back and her panties around her ankles. Mrs. Millner was showing no mercy in her beating, and deliberately didn't have a rhythm so Christine couldn't tell when the next blow would hit. That, and five of the six 'children' in the Millner house were watching. Another lash landed hard.

"Aaaagh! Please! Mercy!"

"You want mercy, girl? You should know better than to commit the Sin of Onan in a church!" Snap!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mrs. Milner! I'll never do it again! Lord have mercy on this miserable sinner!"

Instead of another crack of the stick a gentle hand stroked Christine's red-stroked ass. Mrs. Milner's voice flipped from cruel to kind.

"There there, girl, all you had to do was beg the Lord. His mercy is infinite, even to wanton little sluts like you. Honor, Grace, Fortitude: take her up and tend to her wounds."

"Momma I want to tend to her wounds too!"

"Not 'til your next birthday, Valor. It's the Law."

The three oldest Millner children helped Christine stand. Grace stood on Christine's panties so she had to step out of them rather than pull them up. They half-led, half-carried the stinging girl upstairs to a second-floor sickroom. Fortitude held her while Honor stripped away her clothes, then the two boys tied her to the bed face-down and spread-eagled.

"What are you doing, Grace?"

"We're tending to your wounds like good Samaritans. First we're going to anoint you with fragrant balm."

"What does that... oh."

Honor and Fortitude had their pants open and were both jerking their firm erections. A minute later Christine felt warm liquid squirt onto her ass, and then another squirt. Grace's firm hands started rubbing it all over her. This was way too much like that nightmare she'd had last night. The whole thing had scared the willies out of her, but she'd also had to give herself a rub-down-there afterwards. Now it was happening for real. The part that scared her was how much she was enjoying it.

Grace stopped rubbing eventually and slid off the bed. Christine noticed that the boys were both wearing their Eden suits as they untied her, flipped her over, and tied her back up. Honor climbed onto her chest and squeezed her breasts around his cock. He gently kneaded as his hips thrust back and forth in the tight cleft. Something soft tugged at her labia.

Grace's voice whispered in her ear, "Now Honor is soothing your savage breasts and Fortitude is kissing your tender lips. Now you're going to give suck for the milk of heaven."

Christine licked and sucked at the soft breast in her mouth. When it was replaced by a knob of flesh she sucked that too. A second knob entered her mouth and she sucked and tongued the two together. A thought crossed her mind as the two cocks spilled their seed into her mouth: if they're both up here, then who's kissing my crotch? A tongue flicked her clit.

The gentle **** continued for a couple of hours; at some point Christine wondered, if she had a child from this, could she even begin to tell who the father was? Even Grace had taken a turn spilling seed into her. By the end of it she was enraptured, enthralled, and exhausted.

Christine awoke in her own bed when her Ma called that supper was ready. Had that all been a dream? There was an unfamiliar Bible on her bedside table; when she picked it up a card fell out. She picked it up and read it:

The way to heaven is Honor, Grace, and Fortitude. And on his next birthday, Valor.