The meat of things

Sherri-Belle was relieved when Reverend Cal let go of her milk-sacs but only for a moment. He stepped around to her back and bodily pulled her legs out from under her until she was kneeling with the metal floor-ring right in front of her face.

"Now child, you pray; pray like your soul depends on it."

Sherri-Bell growled a quiet scream. This may be kind of like the pose to be in when praying, but it didn't feel like no prayer she'd ever wanted. Her ears perked and her stomach knotted itself when she heard the faint zip behind her.

"Ngo!"

Soft man's hands grabbed her hips to hold them steady. If she wasn't tied down Sherri-Belle would have been running for her life.

"The Power of the Lord will enter you and drive out the evil! Begone, foul demon of darkness!"

The fleshy rod drove right into her baby-passing tunnel. She could feel the push and the stretch of it; this must be what a ewe felt like when she was getting bred. If the circumstances was different, if the ram was different, she would have enjoyed this quite a bit. As it was she just wanted to curl up and die.

After a moment she thought, well that ain't like no ram. When a ram breeds a girl he puts his sausage in and leaves it there, jerking his hips back and forth. Reverend Cal was pushing in and pulling out, slapping her bum with his hips at each stroke and shouting "Amen!"

And her body kept wanting more while her mind said, Not now; not him!

When he finally did push in and hold she had to act. She didn't want no babies, or puppies, or whatever. She lunged forward and pulled away from him.

A shot of warm liquid that smelled a lot like ram's semen globbed onto her behind and struck the base of her tail. It was followed by several very hard slaps.

"Why'd you go and do that, girl? That's the Sin of Onan, that is! I'm gonna have to try again to drive that evil out."

He ain't driving no evil out, thought Sherri-Belle, he's just satisfying his own lust; no wonder only girls ever seemed to need exorcisms. And maybe why so many of them 'left town' afterwards. The only good thing was that him poking around her tunnel distracted him enough that the loops on her wrists were more bracelets than bonds. She'd gotten to be a real pro at untying Daddy's knots around the farm.

Reverend Cal walked back around front.

"This ain't gonna work right 'less I can hear you praying. Now this time you're going to shout 'Amen' with me until my holy water goes into you and drives the demon out!"

Ain't no way his holy water's going into me, thought Sherri-Belle. She waited until he was crouched in front of her and had just untied the gag, then lunged forward and took his sloppy ramrod in her mouth. He tried to pull back but she clamped down harder, letting him feel her sharp teeth.

Reverend Cal got a real scared look on his face. She pulled him down and back so he was lying crotch to the ring, never once letting him out of her jaws.

"Now girl, don't do nothing hasty!"

Sherri-Belle kept her weight on his legs and let go of his rod.

"Now Reverend, Daddy gave you the key to my collar, din't he? So's you could let me out when I was fully bred - oh, I mean exorcised."

"I'd as soon swallow that key as give it to a demon like you!"

"If that's what you want, Reverend. You swallow it and I'll wait down here for it to come out. I just have to open up the hole a bit."

She took his member in her mouth again and licked the tip with her tongue. It actually tasted kind of good, but not now, not him.

"Here! Take it!"

She took the key from his sweaty hands and continued sitting on his legs while she unlocked the collar. Once free she laid across him and snapped the collar around his neck.

"What you doing, girl?"

"Making sure I can run away safely. Now put your hands up here against this ring or I get a taste of that extra finger."

He did as instructed, and soon his hands were tied the way hers had been. She guessed he didn't know the family knots so well, so he'd be there a while.