Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 28

A Sunday Surprise

 

Georgia had thoroughly enjoyed her little diversion the night before with Carter although she did wonder why she felt the need to punish the man when he had done very little that was wrong. It was not a compelling feeling of guilt.  It only niggled at the back of her mind.  She stretched and threw the covers off so that she could check her body to see if any of her bruises and sores had healed.  She checked the outsides of her breasts and was gratified to see that only small pink spots remained where the claws had dug in.  She reached down between her legs and tested the opening of her pussy and that too seemed to have healed from the punishment that Luther had given it.  She was so absorbed in her self-examination that she did not even hear Amara enter.

 

“Are you horny again already, sis?”  Amara asked.

 

Georgia’s face turned three shades of red.  “I wasn’t sexing myself.  I was just checking to see how bad the damage was.”

 

“Sure, sure, I understand.  If you are almost done checking perhaps you would like to shower and get ready to go to church.”

 

“What?  Since when do you go to church?”

 

“Come now, it is Sunday, you know.  Get in the shower and I will lay out some clothes for you to wear.”

 

The shower felt marvelous but Georgia could not help thinking about Amara and her plans for the morning.  To her knowledge, neither of them had been to church in the past 15 or so years.  And since she reasoned that they were now connected to the other team, she was not sure what the point would be.  She had just turned off the water and reached for a thick terry towel when she hear Amara again urging her to hurry as they did not want to be late.  She quickly dried off, pulled a brush through her hair a few times and stepped back into the bedroom.  True to her words, Amara had indeed laid out some clothes on the bed, but they were not ones that Georgia would have selected as go to meeting clothes.  The white bra would barely conceal her nipples and the blouse was sheer enough so that if any light was behind her, people would be able to see what was under it.  A matching garter set was included and some textured white hose were added.  The white leather micro-mini skirt would barely cover the ends of the garters while she was standing.  Since no panties were available Georgia figured that her shaven cunt would be on display once she sat down.  And the white pumps with at least a six-inch spiked heel would make her ass sway when she walked.  It was obvious to her that this outfit was intended to distract the audience from whatever sermon the preacher might be delivering today.

 

And then Amara walked in wearing an identical ensemble.  “Are you ready to go, sister?  Do you think we will be recognized as two virgins ready for the altar?”

 

“Is that what we are supposed to be?  I certainly hope the sacrifice does not include being tied down and having our throats cut.  Just which church are we attending today?”

 

“I was only joking about the sacrifice.  We are going to a fundamentalist Christian Church to cause a little mischief.  So bring up as many naughty thoughts as you can.”

 

Every eye was on them as they walked down the aisle.  Amara directed Georgia to the very front row where two seats set directly in front of the podium.  As she had feared there was no way for her to keep her skirt from sliding up far enough to not only show her garters but her bare pussy as well.  She prayed that she would not be in the line of sight of any families with small children.  She opened her mind and could hear comments from all over the church.  “Aren’t they disgusting, coming to church looking like two hookers?” One woman said to her husband.

 

“Yes, but they are hot looking hookers.  I would pay for a little of either one of them.”  He thought.

 

“Say it out loud,” Georgia demanded.  And she heard a female gasp and she knew that the man had obeyed her.

 

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Ralph Peterson.  How can you say a thing like that when your wife is sitting right beside you?”

 

Georgia put another thought in his mind and she heard him reply.  “Listen cunt, if you looked half as good as either one of those women I would be fucking you right now instead of sitting here listening to you complain.”

 

Georgia smiled as she heard a collective gasp coming from one entire section of the church.  Then the organ started and everyone began to rise to sing the opening hymn.  This seemed to quiet the thoughts around the two women as everyone waited for the preacher to begin his sermon.  “If everyone would please open their bibles to Romans 1:25 through 1:27 and follow along.”  He began.  He read the three verses dealing with what the Bible called unnatural sexual practices and launched into his sermon about the sin of homosexuality.  Georgia could hear the thoughts of several young men in the audience thinking about what they had done with one another the night before and wondering how on earth anything that had felt so wonderful could be wrong.

 

As the preacher got to the part in his sermon about how sinful it is for husbands and wives to emulate homosexual conduct in their bedroom, Georgia could see that he was having a little trouble keeping his mind on the subject.  A small bead of sweat had begun to stand out on his brow and his eyes could not seem to leave the front row directly in front of him.  Georgia thought it was only fitting that she help him out and so she spread her legs a little further apart and she noticed Amara doing the same thing.  “Say it!” Georgia sent him the subliminal message.  “Tell everyone how you would like to eat the two cunts sitting in the front row.  Say it out loud.”  And the entire audience gasped as the preacher could not stop himself from obeying Georgia’s command.

 

Amara was almost rolling in laughter as she looked at the preacher trying desperately to save his sermon.  But in the end, all he could do was sneak away as his congregation filed out of the church.  True most of the men and several of the women secretly agreed with his statement but they could not allow their fellow worshippers to think that they did.  As Georgia and Amara started to rise, a middle-aged woman confronted them.  She was conservatively dressed in a dress that came well below her knees and low-heeled sensible shoes.

 

“How could you show up here dressed like hussies?  My husband was wrong to have said what he did but you deliberately tried to incite him.” She said.

 

“So you believe what he was preaching about homosexuality and oral sex within the marriage?”  Amara asked her.

 

“It comes straight from God’s word.  Sodomy is an abomination unto the Lord.”

 

“So you have never sucked a cock or licked a slit.  And your self-righteous husband has never gone down on you before stuffing his cock into your cunt?” Georgia chimed in.  “I notice you keep looking down at my lap.  You wouldn’t happen to have little lesbian tendencies buried in your mind would you?”

 

“Certainly not!”  She exclaimed.  “And my husband would have never said what he did if you had not forced him to do so.”

 

“Really and just how did we make him do that?”  Amara asked.

 

“You know perfectly well how you did it.  You don’t think you are the only two sluts in the world that Luther has ever gotten his hooks into do you?”

 

Georgia looked over at Amara with a look of incredulity.  “Is she telling us what I think she is?”

 

“Why ask your bitch sister?  I am right here, what is it you want to know?”

 

Amara was on her feet in a flash, grabbing hold of the woman’s hair and slapping her face hard with the open palm.  “Don’t ever call me a bitch again.”

 

“Ladies, ladies, calm yourselves.  After all, we are all on the same team here.”

 

“I should have figured that you would show up, Luther.”  Georgia began.  “But aren’t you like banned from actually coming into a church?”

 

“Apparently not.  Here I am.  “Helen I see that you have met my two latest converts.  Did they do me proud this morning?”

 

“If the object was to disrupt Harold’s service, they certainly accomplished that.  If the purpose was to place doubts in the thoughts of some of the parishioner’s minds that too was successful.  But these two are rank amateurs.  There were over 120 parishioners here today and yet they could only reach out to a half dozen between them. And bringing the service to a close was completely counterproductive.  I was planting thoughts in Bobby Jenkins mind about his best friend Randy’s cock.  I actually had him stroking himself through his pants while he was sitting right beside his mother.  And his mother was thinking about cheating on her husband with another woman.  I could go on and on.  Just think how many lustful thoughts I could have planted if these two had been more patient.”

 

Georgia looked over at Amara and shook her head.  “What the hell is this all about?  Were we on some type of recruiting trip for this asshole?”

 

Amara did not answer but she did look down toward the floor in an effort to avoid Georgia’s eyes.  So Georgia rounded on Luther.  “Why don’t you tell us what this is all about?”

 

“Don’t get all high and mighty on me, cunt.”  Luther began.  “I own you and your sister and I expect that you will do exactly what I tell you.  You would do well to listen and learn from Helen.  She knows the system and is exceedingly good at getting the results I need.”

 

“Well, la ti fucking da to you and your whore.  I am sick of your interfering in my life.  Amara, are you coming or do you want to stay with these two assholes?”

 

Georgia did not wait for her sister to answer.  She just turned on her heels and headed for the door.  As she walked up the aisle she could feel three sets of minds all trying to pull her back.  She imagined a huge fireball slowly rolling away from her, down the aisle to the area where Luther and the two women stood.  She could smell the burning of the carpet and heard the swearing of two people as they attempted to get out of the way of the rolling inferno.  Although she could feel Luther’s anger she was disappointed that he was not panicking as well.  She knew the fire was out but she could still smell the scorched carpet as she made the door and exited the church.

 

She had not gone far before Luther was standing blocking her path.  “We have unfinished business, you and me.”  He informed her.

 

Georgia threw up her hands in a gesture of defeat.  “Okay, why don’t you tell me exactly what it is that you want from me?  As your Jezebel in there pointed out I am pretty worthless at this recruiting business.”

 

“Perhaps I should have explained things to you instead of just assuming that Amara would guide you.  There really is not many things that people can do that is a sin.  But if they believe that something is wrong and then do it that is a real sin.  So let’s assume that a person has no preconceived notion of what is right and wrong.  Then they could do almost anything they wanted and they would not violate any rules.  They could fuck anyone they wanted, suck anyone they wanted, nothing would be off limits.  That is why I need people like Harold in there.  It is his job to make people believe that the things they want the most are against the rules.  But once he has them convinced that it is a mortal sin for them to fuck anyone other than the ones they are married to, someone else has to come along and tempt them not to care.  That is where you and Amara and Helen come in.”

 

“And you think that I am just going to go along with this hair brained scheme?”

 

“You really don’t have a choice.  You willingly gave yourself to me so I own you.”

 

“Yeah, well that is where you totally fucked up.  Sure I let you stick your rod in my cunt, but I didn’t even consider that it was wrong.  In fact, I never believed in any of this right and wrong, good and bad stuff.  So let me make things crystal clear for you.  Go fuck yourself.”  And once again Georgia began walking away and this time, Luther did not try and stop her.

https://www.amazon.com/author/wandapeters

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