THE CHURCH OF THE CHOSEN—PART 2

Sean gets retribution against Rev. Mitchell then accepts the secret he’s hidden from himself.


CHAPTER 3

I was home by 4:20. I would have been there ten minutes earlier had I not stopped at the town limits to test my collar opener. It worked perfectly. I had used the time on the drive home to plan my invasion of the Mitchell residence now that Jeff had acquired the warrant. I knew that the Bureau would tap their phones, even their cells, within 48 hours at most. I would need some way to get the Mitchells away for an hour so I could set up the internal surveillance measures. I thought I had just the way.

Denise was extremely stern with me when I got home, chiding me for being late and irresponsible. I was led to the bedroom where I was secured quickly to the bed. I noticed a small note on the pillow—SEAN, I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS TO YOU. CAN’T WE JUST QUIT AND LEAVE? WAIT UNTIL YOU HEAR WHAT’S UP TOMORROW.”

“ Mistress Denise I know I deserve this punishment because of my lack of consideration. I think you should give me double so I will learn better and faster.”

Denise shook her head. I could see a small tear in her eye as she fastened my feet tightly. She rubbed my ass with the cane several times, telling me that I would have several enemas tonight to prepare me for tomorrow’s lesson. “If you give me any problems I will cane you again and I WILL double your punishment. Now I owe you ten.” I gritted my teeth in anticipation of the pain I knew I would feel shortly. Fortunately, she finished in less than two minutes. I was bawling when she was done. She sat on the bed to recite all my shortcomings as she massaged a healing salve into my butt cheeks. They felt as though they were on fire. I crawled away when I was released to begin the dinner. Once again I was required to eat like a dog. I could easily see how this could break someone’s spirit. She even required me to lick the plate clean before I was allowed to tidy up the kitchen.

Mistress Denise led me to the bathroom. “I think I’ll want a shower tonight, Sean. Undress me and place my clothes in the hamper. Tomorrow I’ll show you how to do the laundry once you’ve finished your lesson. But first you’ll need some enemas so you’ll be clean inside and out.” Denise was in tears as she stood over me.

I whispered, “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” She looked at me as though I was crazy, but prepared the enema and shoved the lubed nozzle into my bowel. She made me hold the two quarts for fifteen minutes. Those were the instructions she had been given. I was in agony when she finally allowed me to release it. She prepared the second enema while I was on the toilet. This one I was allowed to expel immediately. The discharge was clear after the third. I was done—thank God. Though exhausted and in incredible pain from the abdominal cramping I rose to begin the shower and led my Mistress in once the water was warmed.

“What’s going on, Sean?” Denise spoke aloud; the sound was drowned out by the cascading water.

“I wasn’t able to tell you earlier—orders. I’m on a job, sort of, but not quite, undercover. I had to bring you into it because Ted Lyons knows me and he knows you, too from some of our past encounters. Jeff sent me here because of something we learned from a former resident. He was transferred to L.A. and bought some cheap porn when his wife went to visit her mother. It turned out he was the unwitting star of the video so he contacted the local Bureau office. All the scenes were either in the Mitchells’ house or in his former home. The matter was bumped all the way up to Washington. Jeff knew that I had been transferred here so he asked me to look into it. I never dreamed the investigation would turn out like this. Mitchell—not his real name—is not a real minister.”

“That comes as no surprise.”

“Yeah, and after we left there was an interesting conversation in which he and Ethel talked about running this whole church thing as a con and using the images they capture for porn DVD’s. I knew there was a lot of money in it, but not this much. They’ve cleared millions over the past few years. I’m supposed to be the star in three or four.”

“Yes, and I’m sure I’ll be co-star. Your training will be here tomorrow. Ethel is bringing a strap-on and I’m supposed to fuck you with it. She praised the job I’m doing with you.”

“I agree—you are doing a great job. I almost believe it myself. I’m going out around three in the morning to bug their house. Jeff sent me a text. He got a warrant based on the video I sent him. The next step will be to identify them. Don’t worry, they won’t be there. I think our part of it will be done in a couple of weeks. You’ll get a visit tomorrow from your favorite cousin Sue and her husband Mike.”

“Who?”

“Two agents posing as your cousin and her hubby.” She nodded her acceptance as I began to wash her hurriedly. We were done in five minutes. She led me to bed where she unlocked my cock cage. “I’m leaving the lights on. I want to see what you are doing. Sometimes you are just terrible. You can begin by adoring my pussy—the source of my authority over you. Do a good job and I’ll consider allowing you to jerk off. If you don’t I think it might be a week before I allow it again.”

“Yes, Mistress–thank you, Mistress Denise,” I said submissively. I dove into her, loving the delicate nectar of her cunt and the soft tender tissues of her labia. I kept at it for almost five minutes before her next command, “Enough of that for now. Lift my legs and get that tongue down to my ass. Run your tongue over my sphincter. I’ll want you to stick it in and if you hesitate I’ll triple what I gave you earlier. Now get to it.”

Denise and I had talked about anal play when we were dating. I knew she had absolutely no interest so I was certain this was another “church requirement.” Having just washed her I knew she was clean on the outside, but I wasn’t too enthusiastic about the inside. I noticed that she turned her head away from the smoke detector as she whispered, “Just pretend to do the inside. I’ll pretend you’re in there. I just pray they never make you do it to anyone else.” My tongue made contact with her puckered sphincter. The texture was interesting—different from anything I’d ever tasted, but not unpleasant. I could tell from her moans that she wasn’t faking it. My formerly staid wife was getting off on my tongue on her ass. Slowly I pushed forward, my tongue forcing its way through the strong muscle. Denise’s reaction was as loud as it was sudden, “Oh, fuck! That feels so good. Push it in farther. Rub my bowel wall with that tongue. Rub my clit with your fingers. I need to cum. Harder! Harder! Oh, God!!!” She shook as her body convulsed over and over as spasm after spasm wracked her body. She was a sweaty wreck when it was over. She lay quietly on the bed panting as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“I’m glad I said you could jerk off, slave. I’m too wasted to fuck. Come here and get to it. I want to watch you. Don’t cum until I give you permission or I’ll have to punish you again.” I thanked her and laid my hand to my hardening cock. I could see and understand the psychological impact of the cage. I felt as though I was in a prison even though I was getting out for sex with Denise virtually every single day.

I lay on the blanket as my stroking began in earnest. Denise leaned over me to pinch my nipple with one hand while she bit the other. The pain was intense, but I came hard, spraying semen all over my chest and abdomen. In the old days I would have wiped it off with a hankie, but now that I was “submissive” Denise scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to me. She kissed me good night; I rose to turn out the light. We lay in bed together for several minutes before she rolled onto me. “You were supposed to fake it, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you know how much I love your ass.”

“Umm, hmm—I know now, don’t I? It was incredible, but I doubt I’d want to do it again. The thought disgusts me. Now, kiss me, but keep your mouth closed. It’s bad enough you had to taste it.” I reached up to kiss her cheek. She went right to sleep as I remained awake for another three hours before rising to go to work.

I removed my collar and quickly refastened it. I had no idea if they could tell if it opened—probably not, but why take unnecessary chances? I tried to slip quietly out of bed and was almost there when I felt Denise’s hand on my arm. “Please, darling…be careful and don’t get caught.” She pulled my head to her and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my still dirty mouth.

I dressed quickly in my dark grey camo outfit. Most people think of black when they want to hide at night, but black stands out even more than white. You can typically see a black outline as clear as can be. I filled my backpack with my equipment and moved my racing bike through the door from the garage to the back yard. I typically rode regularly, often doing twenty miles or more. The ride to the church would be a breeze. My only concern would be to avoid detection. I pedaled away quickly, hesitating for a minute at the intersection before turning right and accelerating down the slight grade. Studies have shown that three o’clock is the hour when most people are either asleep or most tired and sluggish. I was praying the studies were accurate.

Keeping to the shadows I made my way to the church in less than thirty minutes, averaging only fifteen miles an hour—a relatively slow speed for me. I hid my bike in a small copse of trees about a quarter mile away. I walked quickly to the rear of the church, pulling a small incendiary from my bag. This device, unlike most, was made of materials that would be completely consumed in the ensuing fire. I found the electrical junction box and identified two wires on opposite sides of the box, connecting the device between them. Once the magnesium ignited it would burn away the cardboard casing and create a short circuit. If done in the right place the short circuit would fuse the wires together creating incredible heat and fire. The key was to put it before the current reached the circuit breakers. I lit the fuse; it would ignite in exactly five minutes. The FBI Lab in Quantico does some interesting work and this device was one of the results. I was behind a clump of trees in the Mitchells’ back yard when it blew. The fire was growing wildly ten minutes later when I first heard the sirens and saw the lights go on in the house. It wouldn’t damage the brick building, but the electrical box would be completely destroyed. Research had shown that the fire would last for at least forty-five minutes; I thought that would give me more than enough time to do my work. Rev. Mitchell and Mistress Ethel ran out, completely ignoring their security. I strolled in, pulling the stocking down over my head, when they were fifty yards away.

I figured tit for tat would be perfect so I had a number of smoke alarm covers in my pack. I replaced every one with mine, each complete with video and audio, but with much higher definition than the ones they were using. I was almost done when I entered the final room on the second floor. I stopped at the doorway, shocked by what I saw. There were more than a hundred monitors, each of which had four separate pictures on the screen. At this hour virtually, but not quite all of them were dark. I affixed the final smoke alarm and headed for the door. I ran into the good Rev. Mitchell half way down the stairs. They were dark so he didn’t get a good look at me. The stocking would have distorted my features even if he had. I lashed out with the heel of my hand, catching his jaw with the vicious blow. My second blow brought the side of my hand against his temple, knocking him unconscious. I allowed him to fall down the five stairs to the floor. Hearing Mistress Ethel entering the back door, I left through the front and was hidden in the shrubs by the time she found her husband. I hid the new relay under the front stairs, retrieving the one I had placed earlier in the day. I snuck away in the shadows to my bike. I was safely home by 4:20. Denise was still awake as I slipped into bed. “Thank God you’re safe.” She kissed me and pulled me to her crotch. I knew what to do. I sucked on her hot cunt for almost twenty minutes before she came. I noticed she was crying when I moved up her body. I held her tightly until we fell asleep.


CHAPTER 4

I noticed a text on my phone when I woke the following morning. It was still only 8:00, but I had to hurry to make sure everything would be ready for Mistress Ethel’s arrival at ten. The message was simple and straightforward. There was a photo of Rev. Mitchell with the name Vernon Daly below it. The photo of Mistress Ethel was of Ethel Daly. Following were a list of charges the duo faced in Utah and Colorado. They included numerous counts of fraud, wire fraud, mail fraud, grand larceny, and even a count of assault for the good Reverend. There was a brief message below advising me that Sue and Mike had arrived. What time did I want them? I replied—10:05 a.m. sharp! With Mistress Ethel arriving at ten I’d be able to avoid being ass-fucked, for the time being, anyway.

I’d probably have Denise do it to me later in case she was asked and I wanted to be prepared for tomorrow night’s party. I had no idea what might happen then.
I walked to the kitchen where I began the day’s breakfast. Mistress Denise wandered in a few minutes later. I dropped to the floor to kiss her feet. She ran her fingers through my hair. “I think you’d better come into the shower. I’m supposed to pee in your mouth. Why I have no idea. Come along now—crawl behind me.” She continued once she was in the bathroom and I had closed the door, “I have no idea why they want you to do all these things.”

“I think I do, Mistress Denise. I heard Mistress Ethel say something about blackmailing Ted Lyons. I’m pretty sure they plan on doing it to me, too.”

“Oh, Sean—what will we do?”

“Nothing—I was sent here by Jeff to investigate a possible illegal porn ring. Everything I’m doing is part of the role I’m playing. I sent Jeff the video from yesterday. He already knows everything. Oh—your cousin Sue will arrive promptly at 10:05 this morning.”

“Good, then you won’t have to get fucked.”

“Yes…unfortunately, I will. You’ll have to do it later tonight when we are alone. I don’t want you to have to lie. You’re terrible at it, besides we don’t yet know what will happen at the party tomorrow night. I’ll be naked, of course, but you’ll tell me to run and dress as quickly as I can.”

“You have a lot to say for a slave.” Her eyes twinkled and she broke out into a grin. “Oh God, Sean I hate this. I wish we could just leave and get back to our regular lives.”

I held her chin gently and kissed her. “Soon—now that we have reinforcements the investigation will move forward quickly. Jeff identified the Mitchells. They’re wanted for about a dozen felonies in Utah and Colorado. I think you were about to piss in my mouth. Go ahead, I won’t swallow it.” Denise was crying when she stepped into the shower, straddling my body with her long slender legs. I looked up, holding her butt in my hands as she let go. I closed my eyes and sealed my lips. If asked she could say honestly that she peed, but I refused to receive it. I’d bear the responsibility and any punishment that would occur. I rose once she was done and started the shower, shielding her until the water was warm. We hugged and kissed each other as I washed her body.

I dried Mistress Denise once we were done and followed her to the closet. I dressed her and fed her. We were done about fifteen minutes before Mistress Ethel arrived. She was grinning ear to ear as she pulled the strap-on from a small suitcase. I looked with dread at the dildo—it was big–bigger than any real cock I’d ever seen. Mistress Denise was just about to tighten the straps around her waist and hips when the doorbell rang. She walked forward and peeked out the window. “Oh shit, it’s my cousin. Sean, get your ass into the bedroom and get dressed. This will have to wait, but don’t think you’re not going to do it. There’s still tonight.” I ran down the hallway. My shirt and shorts were sitting in my closet ready for me. I slipped into a pair of sandals and returned to Denise—no “Mistress” for now.

I hugged Sue and shook Mike’s hand. We asked them about their trip from Virginia where we had all lived and about old friends. We had only spoken for a few minutes when Mistress Ethel took her leave. I walked her to the door, holding it for her and wishing her a wonderful day. “Thanks for stopping by, Ethel. Let’s do it again soon.” I waved as she drove away. I stood under the smoke alarm holding up a small sign—INVITE US TO CITY WITH YOU. Sue picked up on it immediately, suggesting that we go sightseeing; they’d treat to lunch.