Belinda (15 page)

‘Father!' It was Jens. ‘Mother!'

The weight and warmth of both bodies instantly left Belinda and her mouth gaped. The three of them looked up in shock and saw the equally horrified faces of Jens and the girl Helle staring down at them from the back of the wagon…

‘And her evil powers have worked their demonic ways upon us and brought shame to two loving parents in the eyes of their son and a sweet god-fearing girl.'

Thonnig was concluding his condemnation to the other seven adults in the group. They were sitting on boxes in a half-circle around Belinda and the hypocritical speaker. Jens and Helle stood glumly at the back, and Belinda noticed the pretty blonde's tear-streaked face.

Upon being discovered Thonnig had shown a great gift for quick thinking. He had roared ‘Satan!' and immediately shouted for the other couples to run to see how the evil Belinda had corrupted them. As a consequence Jens and Helle were to be beaten in front of the congregation, ‘To expunge from their minds the terrible wickedness they had witnessed when Thonnig and Anna had fallen victim to the evil witch.'

Thonnig ordered them both to come forward and strip naked in front of everyone, and they then had to stand in awkward and obedient silence while the self-appointed jury studied them with contempt.

Belinda's anger rose at the thought that they hadn't even done any wrong, and her pity increased as she gazed upon their unblemished pale bodies.

Thonnig decided he would attend to Helle and that the girl's mother should therefore be the one to punish his son. Helle's mother was a powerful looking blonde. She came forward, sat on a box and beckoned Jens. Thonnig took a similar position facing her and ordered Helle to him. The naked teenagers stood with heads bowed, the girl with the man and the boy with the woman.

Thonnig gripped Helle's thighs with his thumbs close to but not quite touching her sweet blonde patch of curls. ‘You have been corrupted by vile wickedness, and it must be driven from you,' he pronounced with great piety. Then with an expression of gravity which Belinda knew to be a despicable sham he drew the teenager across his lap and tight against the bulge that Belinda could see in the flickering glow from the campfire.

The big blonde said the same to Jens and gripped his thighs, and Belinda's cheeks blushed with embarrassment for the youth as his lovely penis lurched and bobbed at the touch. She could remember the feel and taste of it in her mouth, and felt a little disappointed as he allowed himself to be prostrated over the skirted lap and thus obscured it from view.

Thonnig and the blonde started spanking in unison. He would raise his hand, she would do the same, and they would then strike simultaneously.

Helle wriggled and sobbed under Thonnig's leathery blows until her buttocks glowed pink in the night air. In contrast Jens remained totally impassive and uttered not a sound for the duration of his punishment. Belinda admired his resolve, and could detect great determination in his character. In her eyes he was already more of a man than his father would ever be.

Nobody spoke as Helle and Jens stood up and followed Thonnig and the blonde away from the group and into the surrounding darkness. Belinda silently backed away, dipped beneath a wagon, and peered out into the night. A cloud drifted high above and the barren land was suddenly bathed in silvery moonlight. It was as she guessed. The big woman was kneeling in front of Jens swallowing his penis avidly, while her daughter was kneeling beside her and attending to Thonnig in a similar fashion, though clearly with a great deal less enthusiasm.

Belinda was dismayed for the teenagers, but could not tear her eyes from the immensely erotic scene. Jens understandably came first as the woman lustfully increased her attentions, her head gliding up and down his length from base to tip. He looked at Helle sucking his father, and then gripped her mother's head, stiffened, and groaned loudly. Belinda knew exactly what the woman was tasting, and instinctively licked her own lips enviously. The woman continued sucking and chewing without any loss of rhythm until the drained young cock plopped softly and wetly from her mouth.

Thonnig's imminent orgasm was clearly building, and Belinda was intrigued to watch Helle attending to him with elegant and unexpected expertise. Her fist was wrapped around the base of his cock and she pumped it while her lips and tongue dealt with the top half and the shiny helmet. Belinda knew from her own experience that this clever method would keep the full length of him out of Helle's mouth.

Helle's breasts swayed sweetly against Thonnig's hairy thighs as she toiled diligently, and then he cursed under his breath and stabbed his groin at her innocent face. At that moment the moon slid behind a cloud and Belinda strained to see through the inky darkness. She felt suspended on a wave of excitement. She held her breath and waited, and then the silvery light slithered across the terrain once more and she saw Helle kneeling back on her haunches with Thonnig's brute of a penis dripping seed onto her gently swelling breasts and erect nipples. He was leaning back against a wagon with his face turned up to the dark sky and his chest heaving violently. Jens was staring at him with undiluted venom in his eyes.

Creeping back to the campfire Belinda decided she hated the perfidious Thonnig and Anna more than anyone else she had ever met. The latter, the two remaining couples and Helle's father were waiting when the quartet returned. Thonnig curtly told the teenagers to get dressed and Helle's mother joined her husband.

‘It would be a waste to deal with this demon tonight,' Thonnig said to the group, indicating Belinda. ‘You have all seen enough punishment to enable you to perform the divine task of procreation with dedication. Go now to your wagons.'

The group mumbled their agreement and hastily dispersed.

Anna embraced Thonnig and, ensuring Belinda was watching, lewdly squeezed his dormant penis through his trousers. ‘We had better keep her with us, dear one,' she hissed breathlessly. ‘Perhaps it will encourage fresh life into this for me…'

Belinda traipsed along with the little wagon train all day, weary from the endless demands of the contemptible couple through the previous night. She was not manacled, but the hostile countryside rising steadily towards the Rocky Mountains convinced her that she was better off with the religious sect.

She had to do all the work during the midday break whilst the others lay in the cool shade of their wagons. Her only source of comfort was that she was at least heading in the right direction, towards the town of Los Angeles and a new life.

That evening was considerably colder than the one before, due to their steady climb during the day. Belinda wished they would at least have the decency to lend her a long skirt as she huddled as close to the fire as possible. Dinner was over and she was made to stand and listen as, seated piously on their boxes, the sect discussed her forthcoming punishment for being an evil temptress. Helle and Jens sat at the back. They were allowed to listen, but at their ages they had not yet been initiated into the sect and were therefore precluded from contributing to the discussion.

The suggestions were wide-ranging and perverse, and Belinda was dreading one in particular when it was put forward by one of the wives. ‘What about the hot iron? Before we were talking about the hot iron, and now it is not mentioned!'

Belinda's heart sank and the familiar sickness rose in her stomach. The gathering muttered and nodded. The woman continued, ‘She is the devil in the guise of a whore. She destroys the minds of decent folk and flaunts it in those shameful clothes. Look at that shameful skirt!'

The mood was turning angry; the muttering increased in volume and the nodding increased in vigour. Belinda silently begged Thonnig with her eyes, but that wicked liar merely shrugged indifferently.

Suddenly the whole group fell silent and turned in amazement to Helle as the teenager stood and spoke calmly. ‘Brand her.'

‘What?' roared Thonnig.

‘Brand her. Brand her before she destroys us all. Before she possesses our minds with her evil powers.'

‘Helle!' shouted her mother while the rest of the group sat gawking in disbelief. ‘What on earth do you think you are doing?!'

Belinda was dumbstruck. How could the lovely girl be so vicious? Was she secretly harbouring vengeful thoughts because Belinda had pleasured Jens with her mouth?

‘Brand every part of her with a red-hot iron,' she continued. ‘Every part that she could use to lure a man. Brand her so she can never again dare to wear such an obscene skirt.'

Her mother rose and looked at her with fury. ‘How dare you address the meeting?!' she raged.

‘An uninitiated has spoken,' intoned Thonnig. ‘The Law is broken. That is the word of the founder.'

For some minutes after Helle's departure there hung an uneasy silence over the group. Clearly they had never before witnessed such a flagrant display of disrespect from one who should have known better.

Gradually the tension eased a little, and then Thonnig spoke again.

‘Our founder also taught us that no true believer may follow the word of an uninitiated.' There were some angry curses in anticipation of what was to follow. ‘There can be no branding.'

Belinda sighed with relief, and a tiny smile of encouragement from Jens caught her eye… it also caught Thonnig's.

‘There would appear to be some unhealthy collaboration developing between the whore and the younger members of our group,' he said menacingly. ‘I propose we teach them a lesson they shall not forget,' he signalled for Belinda to stand before him, ‘commencing with her and my son.'

The group agreed with vocal enthusiasm.

‘Remove that provocative and blasphemous skirt,' he snarled at Belinda. She obeyed instantly; the man was dangerously unpredictable. ‘Now, make a back… Anna, fetch the whip.'

Belinda didn't understand, but the women made her get down on all fours. Jens, knowing exactly what to expect, solemnly removed his trousers, nudged her feet apart, and knelt between her shapely thighs. The group manhandled him until Belinda felt, whether by design or accident she couldn't be sure, his limp penis squeeze into the valley between her buttocks. They then made him lean forward to cover her.

‘Protect his back,' she heard Thonnig instruct somebody. ‘We cannot risk some stray lashes draining the valuable strength he will need for the remainder of the journey.'

A thick blanket was thrown over Belinda and Jens so that only their heads, thighs, his buttocks, and her flanks were exposed.

‘Commence,' she heard Thonnig shout pompously.

There was a wicked swish and Jens grunted and jerked against her. She felt his penis stir as one of the group lay into him with great gusto. A couple of times the leather thongs whipped around his thighs or buttocks and caught Belinda excruciating blows on her inner thighs or lower belly. She squealed in dismay at the fiery pain. She immediately lost count of how many strikes they suffered, but there was a pause while the whip was passed to the next sadistic member of the group, and then the torture started again. Belinda was so dismayed by the brutal and unjust treatment that Jens jerked fully erect between her thighs before she realised what effect the beating was having on them both. Suddenly in a state of arousal far exceeding anything she had known before, Belinda rested her weight on one forearm and, under cover of the blanket, fumbled frantically for his straining cock. Each loud swish and crack of the whip made him stab forward into Belinda's fist, and she gradually worked the swollen tip to the entrance of her vagina. The group shouted their frenzied delight at the entertainment, but it was Jens sinking smoothly inside Belinda rather than the leather thongs curling viciously around her hips and catching the back of her hand that made her yelp and writhe so exquisitely. She managed to catch his swinging balls and massaged them as he rode her beautifully. He laid his full weight on her back, slipped his hands inside her blouse and squeezed her breasts. Her nipples rubbed into his palms and she groaned ever louder. The group increased their encouragement to Thonnig who was applying the last few lashes. None of them suspected what was happening beneath the blanket, and that only served to heighten her excitement. From the pulsing flesh inside her vagina she knew Jens was experiencing the same wonderful sensations. Jens nestled his face into Belinda's hair and she whimpered into the blanket as he flooded her insides and she shuddered beneath him. Her legs trembled uncontrollably and they slumped to the ground. Above them there was much congratulatory kissing and patting of backs.

‘Now let that be a lesson to the two of you,' said Thonnig, slightly out of breath. Belinda lay shielding her eyes and wallowing in the blissful aftermath of her orgasm.

Helle's mother spoke. ‘I think we are now eager to go about the work of procreating to fill the world with righteous babies.'

There was unanimous concurrence and the couples drifted away, as always seemed to be the way. Anna snatched Belinda's wrist in a vicelike grip, hauled the unsuspecting girl to her feet, dragged her to their wagon and cuffed her to one of the wheels.

‘My dear husband and I will not be needing you tonight,' she hissed contemptuously and unnecessarily in Belinda's ear. ‘You worthless piece of trash.'

Although exhausted, Belinda was still awake long after the muffled grunts and groans from the wagons had ceased and been replaced by infuriating snores. She was at last dozing when a movement startled her and a firm yet gentle hand clamped over her mouth. It was Helle, and she had the key to the manacles. She released her and, emphasising silence by putting her finger to her own lips and then to Belinda's, she helped her stand and led her beyond the light of the dying embers. She handed Belinda her leather skirt and signalled that she should put it on. Belinda was stunned by such a turn of events.