Mat hurried home on Monday to see John. He handed him an envelope which John opened and pulled out two sheets of contact prints from Friday's meeting. He laid them flat on the kitchen table as Mat passed him a small magnifying loop so he could have a close look at the small images. Between them they chose the best images for the storyboard although the choice was a difficult one as each image was worthy of printing. Mat ticked off the relevant pics and placing them back in the envelope told John he had to go as his friend was waiting back at work and intended to print the seven sets that they had decided on that very evening while the place was empty. Wednesday saw him seeking out John once more, this time he was carrying seven large envelopes. John took him to one side and opened the first and pulled out the 10 inch by eight inch glossy prints and slowly examined each one as Mat looked on watching his expression until John turned to him with a big grin and congratulated him on the fabulous quality of the photographs. “Excelled yourself again young man, as if I ever doubted that you would do such a wonderful job. I’ll hand them out on Friday and collect the money. In the meantime, here is the twenty pounds for your friend and make sure to thank him properly, they really are very professional, you can see every little detail, quite amazing, I wasn’t expecting anything as good as these.” With that he gathered up the envelopes leaving one for Mat with the magnifier and left for home to study the images in a more relaxed setting. Mat took his set and went up to his room and tucked them away in his bookcase alongside the two extra sets he had ordered. Having examined the prints at some length, John decided on a change of plan and the next evening he visited old Bill at his home and handed him his envelope and collected his share of the money before visiting Jim and repeated the process. He thought he better sound out Mark, they were very explicit so he thought he should play it by ear and maybe mention them in a casual manner to see what reaction he got. Dot answered the door and showed him into the lounge as John caught sight of Sammy scurrying up the stairs and found Mark and Gary sitting on their respective chairs. Gary went to stand up but John put out his hand as he greeted them and sat next to him on the settee. John engaged Mark with some niceties until Mark asked Gary to ask his mother if she would put the kettle on and make them a cup of tea. Mark waited until the door closed before praising Mark on the way he was dealing with Sammy and reiterated the fact that his uncle was also pleased with his progress which led to Mark remembering about the literature and asking John if he had made any progress in that direction. It was a perfect invitation for him to broach the subject and he said, "I have Mark, Mat has done a wonderful job as usual and brought me the prints only last night. I believe you expressed an interest in having a set yourself to see what I hope my uncle will be using in his literature.” “Yes I would appreciate that John if it’s not too much trouble, it’s good to see that I’m helping in a small way with his work.” “Not at all Mark, I have a set in the car, I’ll leave them with you and you must tell Mat what you think, he’s such a help with everything.” Gary returned with the tea and the three of them passed the time of day until John went to leave, thanking Dot for the tea on the way out as Mark followed him out and took the envelope. John drove off as Gary, still in the lounge, observed his father walk up the path with the package and disappear around the side of the house. Gary wondered where he was going and taking the cups back into the kitchen, watched his father go into his workshop and after a few minutes, re-emerged and went around to the front door, closing it behind him, sat back down in the lounge. The next day, Gary hurried home from school and dumping his bag in the hallway, went out into the garden and closed the workshop door behind him. He looked around before finding the envelope tucked away behind a box of chisels. He carefully opened it and pulled out the pictures, thumbing through them with increasing excitement before brushing aside some stuff on the worktop, he laid them out and unbuttoning his flies, his stiff prick sprung out and within a few seconds, squited a jet of cum across the floor and onto the door. He steadied himself against the bench, eyes still glued to the photographs while he milked the last remnants of sperm from his prick until it subsided and he hurriedly gathered the photos up and carefully replaced them how he had found them before dragging his pumps back and forth over the floor trying to remove the evidence. He had heard John praising Mat when he went out to the kitchen and the next day he walked past the church on the way home and hung around until he saw Mat coming back from work. He crossed over and greeted him and wasted no time in telling him that he had seen the pictures, making sure to flatter him about how good they were before saying how he was nearly Mat’s age and thought it might be a good idea for him to participate in the proceedings as part of his education in how to run a God fearing household when the time came. Mat was a bit concerned that he had seen his handiwork and tried to play it cool and not show any concern while saying he would ask John or his father what their thoughts were on the matter. Gary was very pleased with his actions and hurried off home so as not to get in trouble for being late. Mat was a bit worried that the lad may show the pictures around and at the first opportunity that evening, suggested to John that maybe Gary, being nearly as old as himself, might benefit from experiencing how to discipline errant young ladies. John was a bit surprised by the request and glossed over it for a while until later that evening, in his bedroom, looking at the pictures once more, he found himself getting aroused with the thought of a sibling participating as he loved watching Mark chastise her in his house and then in the church. The more he thought about it, the more he was inclined to have Gary there and watch him with his sister and see how she would react. Little did he know that Gary had already had plenty of experience with his sister in their games in the woods and would need little encouragement to do his bidding. He thought of a ploy to have Gary join in and that evening, he went back up to Mark's house and finding Dot at home, asked if she could ask Gary to pop down to the church after school on Friday and give Mat a hand as he would be busy moving furniture and it was quite important to get it finished. Dot was only too pleased to think that John had asked for Gary's help and asked him to wait as Mark should be home at any moment. When he finally arrived they exchanged pleasantries as usual and John repeated his request and praised Gary, telling Mark what a fine young man he had raised and hope that, like the minister's son, he would learn how to control a God fearing household and how Mat had benefitted from his experiences at the Friday committee meetings. John hoped that with the thought that the minister considered that it had been beneficial for Mat, that he would feel the same and consider letting Gary join in on Friday. He didn’t want to push it too far so left, having planted the idea in Mark's head and drove back to the church. Mark told Gary of the request for help and naturally, Gary was only too pleased and thanked his father, trying to mask his delight that he would at least be in the building when his sister and father arrived. John met the minister that night and over dinner, approached the subject in the same way, praising Mat for his contributions and suggesting Mark would do well to copy the minister's example. Mat sat at the table with his mother and made little contribution to the conversation as he considered it to be going so well, apart from vocally agreeing with his father how much he himself had benefitted from the experience. Friday couldn’t come soon enough and Gary was on his best behaviour and hurried back from school, had a quick bite to eat, changed out of his uniform and headed off. He found Mat in the church and asked him what the plan was and Mat told him to give him a hand moving some benches out into the corridor and look busy when the others started to arrive. Bill and Jim were the first, he could hear them chatting away about the pictures and paid little attention to him being present. The minister joined them and seeing Gary, came over and shook his hand saying, “you know Bill and Jim, you must have seen them at church.” The two of them turned to face them and gave a brief wave and smile before resuming their conversation as the minister asked Gary about his school and if he intended to follow in his fathers footsteps. He didn’t have much time to reply before the door opened and Mark and Sammy entered the room. She looked around and seemed shocked to see Gary there but Mark took her by the arm and led her over to the table. The minister looked back at Mat and asked him to move the chair into place and asked Gary to give him a hand shifting it. Gary had only seen the chair in the photos and hadn’t paid much attention to it but as Mat led him over behind the table and pulled the sheet off it, he was fascinated by the object and taking one side each, Mat steered them over to position it under the light. He looked at it, at the straps and the cross bars and remembered how it had held her in place in the photos as Mat caught his attention and beckoned him to follow him back behind the row of chairs. Everyone seemed preoccupied as they stood in the background and John wasted no time in going over to Mark and Sammy and greeting them and as Mark directed Sammy to take her coat off, John interjected and suggested that they make a start, pausing briefly to see if Mark made any objection to Gary being present. Nothing was said so he turned to the others and told them to get seated as Sammy folded her coat and placed it on the table. Mark turned and took his place next to Bill as the two lads rounded the other end of the row and sat next to Jim, Gary tucked away on the end. Sammy looked around briefly, checking if he was still there before turning quickly to avoid his gaze as John took her blouse and laid it on top of the coat and told her to get a move on. Mark was chatting with Bill who was trying not to make it too obvious that, like the other three, he was trying to watch her progress. They all found it exciting to watch her as she gradually removed each garment and was finally led over to stand naked in front of them while John started his little speech and then asked them to join him in prayer for help in delivering her from the evil that had invaded her very being. Gary was spellbound, seeing her standing there, hands at her side facing them only a few feet away, her nipples visibly hardened and jutting out from her chest in the chilly air and her neat little pussy with a clitoral hood just visible in the narrow slit. He thought about the times in the woods with Robert demonstrating how to search a prisoner and later with her stretched along the fallen tree trunk while they explored her body. He had to wriggle in his seat to adjust his trousers as John finished and guided her back onto the chair. There was a silent anticipation from the gathering as he turned and asked Bill and Jim to assist. They both knew the routine by now and with Bill standing behind the chair and Jim at the front, they prepared the subject as John went back to the table. Both boys watched every step, until Jim stepped back and left her secured and completely exposed to them. Gary could hardly believe he was seeing this, he looked carefully at the picture presented in front of him, seeing her even better than he remembered and staring between her legs and back up to her chest and finally to her face to see her staring back, her mouth open, wide eyed, before turning her head away slightly as his gaze travelled down her chest to the two little cones and back to the space between her legs. He bent forward slightly, forgetting about all around to see her lips had parted a little revealing the little hood and the tip of her clitoris just starting to show. He could detect the pink folds and as he strained forward, he was sure it glistened between her lips, a definite sign of moisture. Just then John stepped back, partially blocking his sight as he turned his head and asked Mat to see to the lighting. Mat got up and walked behind the chair, bending down to plug the spotlight in as John stooped slightly and as the light flooded the area, in a well practiced move, he held the small syringe in his palm, the plastic nozzle protruding between his middle fingers, squeezed the object by closing his fist and squirted a narrow stream of gel between the lips before standing up straight and asking Mark if he would do the honours and start the proceedings as he handed him the supple leather strap. Mark stood up and John stepped slightly behind the end of the row of chairs to watch as Mark took up his position to one side and flexed the strap in his palm as he steadied his stance, before measuring the target a few inches above her lips and raising his arm and delivering the first strike that broke the silence and resulted in her pushing forward against the belt emphasising the pointed cones on her chest before settling back against the rough carpet. This was what John had been dreaming about for the last two days while he looked at the photos he had pinned to his wall, imagining seeing her father administer the strokes while Gary watched on, open mouthed, leaning forward on his chair as the other two settled down to watch the process develop and await their turn. He intended to leave Gary until last so he could benefit from the whole experience before trying it for himself and he wanted the full effect of his little treat he had slipped between her lips to take effect. He had his hand in his pocket and shielded from the others view, he gently stroked his stiff penis, watching Mark and Gary and focusing on her spread thighs watching the progress from the leather from Mark’s handiwork. His uncle had been following his progress and had sent him another little present from America secreted in a parcel of church paraphernalia. Another one sourced from the downtown Asian quarter in the nearby city. A small bottle of chilly extract. Liquid fire he called it, and the small plastic syringe with full instructions. He wrote that he should use just two drops maximum, just dip the tip of the syringe in and draw up half way to the first mark and wearing rubber gloves, wipe the end and put the cap back on. On no account get it on your fingers or near your eyes and to wash the gloves thoroughly afterwards before taking them off. He couldn’t resist the temptation though and touched the wiped end on his tongue before he washed the gloves. About three or four minutes later he began to regret not heeding the advice and washed his mouth out several times before drinking copious quantities of milk straight from the bottle but it was an hour or so before his tongue recovered. He could only imagine the effect on that delicate pink flesh and his eyes returned to opening constantly while trying to watch the father and son at the same time. Mark delivered the third strike and asked him how many he should administer. John looked down at the red line on the inside of her thigh and decided four each side would be sufficient as there was another member involved this time. Mark delivered the fourth, a lot lower, this one at the top of the thigh and and across the smooth mound almost reaching the cleft before he leaned over and felt down the soft skin, his fingers eventually stroking the side of her pussy before standing back up and crossing to the other side leaving an uninterrupted view for the two young men. Gary watched his father as he carefully measured his reach, the leather trailing down the inside of the thigh until it reached the skin just above what was now quite evidently a clitoris swelling from inside the hood. All eyes were fixed on it once more as the next four strokes matched the opposite side and Mark stepped back and offered the strap to the row in front of him. John interjected, suggesting that Bill stand to one side and Jim the other as he was left handed and they should administer alternate strokes. Mark handed the strap to Bill and Jim stood up and produced the length of rubber cable from his pocket. John noted that as Mark sat down next to the minister, the other two shuffled along two seats so that the four of them were directly in front of the chair. John stepped forward a couple of steps and bent down to examine between the raised legs. He could see all eight strokes from Mark were well defined and he reached forward and rubbed the inside of both thighs, feeling the slight heat being generated and fixed his gaze on the lips now opening a lot more, enough to see the full clitoris and the little flower of the inner lips parted and illuminated to show a very moist interior. Her head was bent back, her chest pushed out and she was breathing heavily, he guessed that the juice from the Asian peppers were taking effect and he could see a small trail of clear liquid had formed between her cheeks. I wonder what effect that will have when it reaches that little brown rose bud he pondered before standing up and resuming his position. “Right Bill. you first and take alternate goes will you. Try and avoid the areas you can see that Mark has placed so accurately and take your time to let her consider the consequences of her sinful ways please.” They both nodded and once more Gary leant forwards and the four of them watched as she strained forward, looking down between her nipples at what was becoming a fire between her legs. Bill dangled the strap inside the thigh, a lot lower than Mark's first stripe and down over her lips before raising his arm and delivering a stroke that had her jerk forward as if she had come alive again. They waited a minute for her to relax before Jim wrapped the cable around his hand and dangled it between her legs making no attempt to bother with the thigh, delivering a swift blow sideways into the base of her thigh which snaked around across both lips leaving her quivering in the restraints. They all watched as a red line appeared, crossing straight over the little crinkled inner lips to Bill's side. The four of them watched in silence as the shudders diminished and Bill took aim once more. He looked briefly at the John before he too tapped the strap much lower down than before and with a sideways action delivered the strap across both lips but much higher, barely missing the protrusion but resulting her heaving forward, her legs splitting even wider and as she settled back, it was quite clear that her lips were parted even wider now from the latest delivery and were glistening with moisture. Mat craned his head down further and sideways, staring into the opening as Jim lowered the black rubber teasing it over her clitoris and venturing the tip into the opening before delivering a very deliberate shot limited to his side so that the tip curled over the smooth skin terminating in the opening. The chair rocket backwards and settled back on all four legs as she bent forward, mouth open, gasping for air and a red line rapidly developed leading across the back of her thigh and ending right across the edge of the opening. Bill was not to outdone, the two of them had obviously been anticipating this meeting and had decided, probably while looking at their photographs, to deliver a more targeted approach and landed a stroke squarely over both lips before watching her chest heaving forward at his side. Jim bent down and felt the smooth skin, trailing his fingers along the red line until they touched the edge and he gently dragged his fingers back, pulling the skin back as he did so, leaving an even more inviting target. She looked down between her legs, even from her position, aware of the wide space visible at each side of her pointed clitoris, just in time to witness the black switch flash down landing right at the base of the opening sending her flying back into the wooden back. Gary felt his prick jerk with excitement as he tried to adjust his position and watched as Bill trailed the leather down the length of her lip nearest to him, repeating it another two times, each time making sure he made contact with the exposed clitoris before delivering a blow right across both lips. You could see the whole opening pulsating as she rocked back and forth in her restraints as Jim stepped a little further back and reached over her raised leg, trailed his rubber down between her lips to her anus, jiggling it around as she squirmed about he raised his arm and she lent in trying to anticipate the coming strike but he paused while she relaxed back a little and then caught her unawares with the switch striking straight down between her lips and onto her rose bud. The result was electric, a hollow cry and rocking back and forth as they both stood back and watched. A small wet patch was developing on the carpeted seat as the whole area shone in the spotlight with the moisture spreading each side as it trickled down from the widening gap. Bill wasted no time, he bent over and examined the area, he draped the leather along the length of her pussy ending with it trailing over the clitoris before standing back and aiming his last go straight across the distended clitoris squashing it down and leaving her gasping for air as it slowly recovered and gradually started to point even higher, red and swollen while those in front could clearly see the inside contacting and relaxing as a steady stream of shining liquid seeped down over her anus and onto the carpet. Jim was bent over from the side fixated on the site in front of him. He had never seen such a pretty pussy and the more the clitoris extended, the more attractive it looked to him. His gaze wandered down between her cheeks and he was sure he could see it twitching and he longed to feel inside it but he resisted this time, content with the thought that his last stroke had found its target as would his last. He waited for her to settle, coming around from the side, stared into her eyes, she knew he was enjoying this and it wasn’t over as he stepped back to her side, unwrapping the cable from around his hand, he doubled it up, leaving on strand slightly longer than the other, danced them over her clitoris, into the wide open lips and eventually down between her legs and jiggled it over her rose bud. He was fascinated as he watched it twitching with every touch, as did the watching audience, before he lifted his arm and the cable swished through the air, the tips landing right on target. A high pitched gasp resounded around the room as he bent over and watched the little puckered opening contract in spasms as it squelched the little river of sticky fluid that ran over it. The two men a few seconds examining their handiwork before John stepped forward and they returned to their seats with the audience sat back up. John addressed the minister and asked him to inspect the subject for signs of the devil. He stood up and crouched down in front of her, his hands on both thighs, pushed them wider and looked at the swollen clitoris into the opening. Sammy looked down between her legs and watched him, he looked up at her pushed harder on the thighs watching her as his hands traveled slowly down along the stretched tendons and his thumbs pushed into the sides of her pussy. They kept the pressure up and gradually squeezed both sides, closing her up and forcing the clitoris up and out towards him. He looked up at her again as his thumbs trapped the base of the clitoris like he was squeezing a spot. He could feel how it extended down into her mound as his fingers from his left hand came around from the top and squeezed the flesh together. It was pointing right out towards him as he gripped it with his free hand between his thumb and finger and stretched it out as hard as he could. He was lifting her off the seat with the force until he released his left hand and struggled to his feet still holding it with his right hand. The others couldn’t see over his shoulders until he stood straight up and with one final effort squeezed it as hard as he could before standing back and declaring to the audience, “the evidence is quite plain to see. Mark, I’m afraid that she will require further attention, ” and Mark shook his head in despair. “Gary, I wish I could have spared you the sight of the devil's work but these are things you have to be aware of as you embark on your adult life. Stand up young man and let me show you the signs you must watch out for when you have a family of your own.” He took Gary's arm and led him over to stand in front of Sammy and told him to kneel down and recognise the signs for himself. It had been a while since he had seen her so close up and certainly not like this. He knelt down and tentatively reached out, briefly looking up to John who nodded before resuming his gaze at her pussy. “Examine it lad, see the signs so might recognise them in the future” and Gary reached out and felt her lips and gradually opened her up wider watching the reddened clitoris before cautiously touching it with a thumb. He felt how wet, hot and hard it was and he circled it slowly with his thumb gradually flicking it harder and faster as he looked up and watched her expression as she bit her lip and screwed her eyes tight shut as the pressure and speed increase until she jerked forward towards him and he sank two fingers from his right hand into the pink tunnel that presented itself in front of him. He reached inside as hard as he could and gripped the clitoris between two fingers and teased the end with his thumb until she let out a shrill call and gripped his fingers, pushing her hard nipples out towards his face. He was tempted to bite them but remembered where he was and resorted to gripping the clitoris and clawing the inside of the tunnel with his fingers until she collapsed back. The others couldn’t actually see what his hands were doing, only John perched over him reveling in the site before tapping him on the shoulder and Gary stood up looking down at his sister before turning to face the others. They only seemed concerned with him having to witness such evil and Mark stood up and patted his back as if to console him. He had almost forgotten about Sammy, still restrained until John asked Sam to do the honours and the others gathered around the minister as she tried to stagger to her feet and went over to the table and dressed. As the group discussed the night's events, John thought how things had turned out a lot different to what he had envisaged but all in all the night was a success and Gary had been initiated into the group and he intended to propose that he was voted onto the committee. It was raining when they left the church so John volunteered to drive them home and they all walked down the road to his car. Gary sat in the back with Sammy with Mark in the front. She was very quiet and didn’t look at Gary all the way home and once in she ran upstairs and changed into her nightie.
She went into the bathroom and cleaned her teeth, her pussy was still on fire and she pulled her nightie off and stood in the bath and splashed cold water over it and her thighs before drying off and looking at herself in the mirror she looked around the door to see if the coast was clear before running back into the bedroom, leaving her nightie in the bed next to her. All sorts of things went through her head, her pussy was still burning as was her rose bud and she got up again and went back to the bathroom and took the baby lotion out of the cupboard and rubbed it all down her front and up under her legs before venturing out onto the landing with the bottle. She was still naked and wondered where Gary had gone and if he would tell anybody about the night's events. She crept along the landing and looked over the banister to see if she could hear anyone before turning around and seeing Luke staring at her. He was between her and the bedroom door as she clutched the bottle in her hands across her chest and tried to go around him but he stood his ground staring down at her exposed pussy. She went to cover it with one hand and swerved around him and closed the door behind her. She looked down and saw how red and swollen her clitoris was sticking out and putting the bottle on the table and jumped into bed without putting her nightie on wondering if he was still there or if he was going to come in. She waited a couple of minutes, feeling down between her legs and felt how exposed she had been as she gently tickled the oily clit, finding it relieved some of the pain she continued to massage between her thighs and over her pussy. After a couple of minutes she pushed the sheets down and reached over for the bottle and spreading her knees wider apart, she dribbled some more lotion between her lips, dropping the bottle next to her on the bed, lifted her hips up to massage the oil down her thighs and under her cheeks. She was starting to forget the pain and pushed her hips further up using both hands to massage inside her thighs up to her pussy, squeezing her lips together and started to think about Gary, how he had tortured her clitoris. She parted her lips with one hand and with the other, started to circle the rigid nub, lifting her hips even higher and spreading herself wide open imagining how she had pushed down so hard to meet his fingers, just as she had with Bill the previous week. She was almost at the point of no return when she opened her eyes to find Luke standing in the doorway at the foot of the bed. It was no good, though, she couldn’t stop herself and just forced her fingers deep inside pulling her lips wide apart until the climax erupted and putting both hands flat on the bed beside her, she pushed her throbbing pussy straight out as it spasmed violently only a few feet in front of Luke. She was transfixed on his face as he watched her display until she collapsed back onto the mattress and lay there spread out in front of her brother no longer daring to look at him until she heard the door close and looking down between her nipples found the room empty once more. She lay there for a few minutes trying to make sense of the night’s events and thought about her reaction the previous Friday. She thought about seeing Gary sat there tonight but remembered that once John had crouched down in front of her, the only thing that she had thought about was the intense burning sensation that was starting in the front of her pussy and was gradually spreading inside her as her father approached but had hardly been aware of his presence until she had looked up and seen him about to deliver the first stripe to the inside of her thigh. As much as it stung, she was still concentrating on the increasing burning sensation and before she knew it, Bill and Jim were in front of her and commencing their assault directly between her open thighs. She remembered how Jim had previously shown particular enthusiasm in his treatment, deliberate with his aim and Bill had owned her as he made her ride his rough and callous fingers. She thought about how he almost teased her with his aim before delivering a powerful strike right across her clitoris and then watching it as it emerged even redder and inflamed before Jim lashed straight between her lips, the ends biting into her rose bud. Then her mind turned to the minister, how he had managed to grip her there and she had strained her body up against the restraints as he lifted her with his powerful grip on that sensitive part and she felt her pussy tense with the memory. Then there was Gary, kneeling between her legs, examining her, watching her as he teased her clitoris and watching her face as his fingers entered her. She wondered what had made her react to this by inviting his invasive fingers to delve deeper by pushing down on his hand just like she had with Bill the week before. Gary had watched her as he explored inside and watched her as he felt her pushing down closing around his fingers, and she had watched him feel her convulsions and all these memories and thoughts were so confusing until eventually sleep overtook her.