“If you were a man you would at least try to get up, you make an effort protect me. But you just sit there blubbering like a spoiled child.” With that, her body began to react and she fucked back as hard as James did her. Bucking like a mare her hands roamed over his chiseled body in a lustful reaction to his rough treatment. She would scream out his name and tell her husband, “James is a real man.”
They fucked for what seemed to be hours she would dry and he continue to pound her. The lust would build and she would moisten and he would beat into her even harder. The preacher endured the humiliation his world shattered James Manford robbed him of his honor, his pride, his wife’s affection and even his tears. He just couldn’t cry anymore sitting there his world in rubble around him.
“Let me ride you,” Sarah breathed in his ear. James rolled them over with a deft skill and Sarah undulated on top him. James’s hands roamed her body with lustful glee he felt, fondled and squeezed her. All the while, she looked at her husband a look of disgust burned his soul. All things end, James dumped an enormous load deep inside her womb. Without ceremony, he stood and Sarah first crashed to bed followed by James kicking her to the floor.
Jumping from the bed he removed a small box from the table and sat it on the floor. James attached long wire leads to Robert’s chest. He plunged the box into a wall outlet. He forced a ball gag into Robert’s mouth.
“So you don’t bit your tongue off,” he said his voice sounded eager.
“You don’t have to do this,” Sarah pleaded feeling her husband had suffered enough. “We can just leave and be happy together.” He looked at her and a small smile crossed his face.
“You have to show how much you love me,” his voice soft and tender his eyes showed no hate. “You need to shock him a few times, just enough to show you are sorry for what the two of you did to me.” He pulled two chairs up to either side of Robert. Saunders’ eyes were wide as more fear sprang in him.
“He has heart problems,” she told him.
“You just shock him enough for me to know you are sorry,” he said while helping her up and guiding her to the chair. Sitting down he put the box in her hand. “Just turn the knob for me, just a little my dear. You say you want to be with me, you need to prove he means nothing to you.” She turned the knob a couple of clicks. Robert’s eyes lids quivered, his mouth bit down on the ball, and his body shuddered a small amount. She turned the knob back.
“There does that make you happy?”
“No,” grabbing the box he turned it all up the way. Robert Saunders jerked and twitched falling forward face down on the floor. James turned the unit off and released the Preacher’s feet from the ottoman. Rolling him over, James, looked at the man. “That makes me feel a bit better.”
“Well let me get dressed we will pack up and go,” She moved to her closet.
“Don’t dress yet. Reverend I have a task for you.” He got him up and sat him at his desk in the room. Starting their computer he put a slip of paper on the desk. “Transfer all your money into this offshore account. I’ll just leave after you do that. If you don’t that,” he turned the knob one click and the shut off again, “well it will be unpleasant until you do what I want. You have the choice if I leave with your wife or leave her here with you.” The preacher nodded. Releasing his hands, he grabbed one covering it with his. Squeezing hard James calm exterior remained as the pain jumped in the man’s hand.
“I can crush your hand, break your arm or bust you up bad. There is nothing you can do to defend yourself so don’t be stupid.” Logging on to one account after another he transferred the money. Sarah would remind him of church accounts, secret accounts, and hidden savings accounts until the vast wealth bilked from the church treasury and their adoring congregation transferred to her new lover. She knew the Preacher wouldn’t want her and that James lusted for her.
“That is the last one,” Sarah announced, with that, James, turned the unit all the way up. Robert fell to the floor jerking arms and legs, his body jumped about and his eyes again streamed tears. His ridged cock spewed cum over his chest Sarah watched dazed at what James was doing, this wasn’t the deal. When James turned it off, the Preacher continued in violent contortions clutching the flesh of his chest.
“Heart attack how fortunate,” James said with a cold voice, “saves me killing him.” After a minute, Robert lay still on the floor. Sarah dropped and touched him feeling his neck first then his wrist.
“He’s dead Jim,” she said followed by nervous laugh when it dawned her that she sounded like McCoy.
“Well, that was my plan, cunt. I think he wanted you to stay here,” James pounced on her restraining her arms behind her back he put her in one of the chairs. She struggled, but his powerful hands punished her for her resistance. Binding her legs to the legs of the chair he stood and stroked himself hard again. He raped her harder, rougher, and with more abandon this time, mashing her large breast flat. Twisting, poking and prodding with harsh vigor. He punched her as he thrust inside her unwilling holes. After he had spurted cum in her ass, he cleaned himself and redressed. Putting on coveralls he picked up a large knife. Walking over he sliced over one breast.
“I thought you loved me,” she screamed out at him as the pain swarmed over her.
“Love a laying two-timing whore like you,” he cut a nipple off and put in her mouth. “Eat it down like a good little bitch.”
The fire lit up the night sky James Manford looked down from his window. The flames jumped from the massive mansion skyward. The plain climbed to altitude leaving colorful Colorado behind winging its way eastward. Manford looked forward to his arrival in the small country. There was no extradition treaty there. The banks were a heaven for American gangsters to stash their loot. James Mumford had learned many things in prison. The memory of Sarah’s anguish as he cut her and pounded her with his fist. The shrieks mixed with the sound of the snapping ribs or breaking bones filled him with pleasure. Her agonized exclamations as he cut he flesh caused his cock to twitch a spasm threatening to bulge up in his pants.
Manford crossed his legs to conceal his boner. He sipped at his bourbon and looked forward to watching the scantily clad girls on the beach. He longed to stick his cock in some dark beauties willing pussy. Willing or not he would stick them hard and deep until he sprayed his seed deep inside her cunt.
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