Little Theater of Sin! Ch. 02

"How long do you think it will take?"

"Not very long. But unirregardless of that, Morgan would continue his fornicopulating until he was finished."

"Really? Man, what an asshole."

"Yes, he was quite the fargin' ice-hole."

I stifled down a laugh as I didn't want to offend Mrs. Ng Tran. She had learned English from American Movies and TV of the 80's, and other than the folks at Morgan Morgan's Neighborhood Backyard Theater, she never spoke English to anyone else except other Vietnamese immigrants like herself. She wasn't stupid, just isolated, and none of us at the Theater felt right correcting her, especially as we understood her.. regardless... of her words, as she was a really cool, competent person. And of course because she was cool, interesting and female, Morgan Morgan got her hooked on the Mastroika Weed extract, and as a result she had become, basically, addicted to Morgan Morgan's dick.( SEE CHP 1 of LITTLE THEATER OF SIN) The Mastroika extract, which we all now just call the Spice, made all who took it helplessly horny, but only with other people who have also ingested the Spice. Fucked up, right? Contact between the soft tissues is the only form of relief from an increasing need to have sex. Also there are varying degrees to the effect of the Spice, some women can be relieved with a blowjob, others needs to be filled with a hot load of cum twice a week or they suffer the withdrawal symptoms similar to that of any other addiction.

That's especially fucked up, right?

Guess what makes it even more fucked up? Morgan Morgan, which is not a typo but a real double-name name, went off and died. He had a heart attack and keeled right over dead as shit. And by luck or curse, I got caught up in the whole debacle. But with the help of a Chemist pal of mine we found a way to bring all the ladies hooked on the Spice off the drug and back to health.

But that help would have to come out of my dick.

Oh yeah, my name is Paul, and I'm an actor in San Whogivesafuck, a mid-sized city in the American Southwest. I work here a lot because Morgan Morgan's Backyard Neighborhood Backyard Theater was one of the very few Live Stage theaters in our city, and Morgan Morgan had made it the most licentious with his fucked-up Spanish Fly poisoning of only Brando knows how many woman. I knew of eight women already, and I had just this morning found out that Mrs Tran, a costumer for Morgan's shows, was number nine. She was a forty-something Mom of two, with a lovely smile, a petite body and a very serious attitude about life. She had arrived to drop off kimonos for the upcoming Japanese inspired 'Our Town', took one look at me, and kissed me hard on the lips, and a good hard tongue-probing kiss to boot!

Dr. Rosa, my chemist pal, explained that the Spice worked partly through pheromones, which made all those hooked on the Spice get turned on at the mere presence of another person with the Spice in their system. And Dr Rosa wasn't kidding! After taking her tongue out of my throat, and recovering from her embarrassment, I explained to Mrs Tran that I knew about Morgan and the Spice, which calmed her down. I locked the front door and led Mrs Tran to the Green room in the back of the Theater.

As soon as I closed the door, she started to undress. I should have stopped her right away, but I was also under the effect of the Spice so my preternaturally hard and throbbing dick did prevented the words emerging that would have kept her from taking off her shirt and pants. She was just 5'3'' tall, and her slightly grey-streaked straight black hair was cut in a classic Vietminh style, shoulder length in back and sides and Bettie Page style bangs in front. Her naked back was what I saw first, and I became inflamed by her body's sensuous rippling, especially along her shoulder blades and sides. My eyes happily travelled the sinuous lines of her body that shaped her figure from nape to knee. Guess what? Mrs Tran was fit as fuck! She turned around to face me and struck a pose with her hands on her hips, wearing nothing but elegant red panties. Her tits were B-cup wonders with luscious pouting nipples already hard as hell and pointing almost to the ceiling. And right there, just as I began to unconsciously lean forward to suck on those brown buttons of love, I found the willpower to stop myself and to begin the conversation that ended at the beginning of this Chapter.

Let us resume.

"You and me only have to do it as long as you need it.", I told her.

She looked at me askance. "Really?" (side note-despite her South Asian background, she NEVER mispronounced her L's or R's when she spoked English, but she Malapropped constantly! WHY?!?!)

I gave her a quick version of what I told you up there.

"So Mrs Tran. I need to... help.. a lot of other folks, so as little as it takes to make you feel better..." I spread my hands out wide in the universal gesture of 'I'm not sure how else to describe it'.

She looked at me askew. "Hunh." She didn't believe me. "Okay, Paul. How can we fornicopulate? Do you choose the positions?"

"Nope, all your choice.... that is within the realm of the possible, I'm no Superman."

"Meh, you're a better thing to look at that Morgan Morgan. I hate mustaches. Okay, so, as little as I want and the way I want, right?"

"Right."

"Right!" She stripped off her panties and went over to one of the couches and plopped down on it. She wiggled about a bit, making herself comfortable, not in a sexy way but like she was going to settle in for an all night binge of watching TV. "Okay, come put it in me." There was nothing but mundanity in her voice. I blinked. Fine. I took off my pants and shorts and started to take off my shirt when she stopped me.

"No, don't bother with that."

Ok. I went over to her and knelt between her legs. Despite her older age her pussy was glistening with moisture, a gift from the Spice's effects. I bent over to give her sweet mound a lick and she slapped my head.

"No! Just your penis. Only what I want. Okay? Okay." She hadn't slapped me hard, but she had slapped me hard enough to tell she could have slapped me harder. I nodded, and grabbed my dick to guide the head of my cock into her pussy. Sliding it in, Mrs Tran's eyes closed in bliss, and her whole body began to relax as I started to give her hairy pussy a slow, steady fuck. Her petite body was a reliable advertisement for her vagina which tightly gripped my shaft with every forward thrust of my hips. Mrs Tran began to do this slither thing with her hips ever so slightly as I fucked her, they were sashaying from side to side as I maintained a slow and steady pace. My hands moved to her thighs, and she flexed her leg muscles as I did, muscles which were rippling under my fingers with a strength and vigor that made my cock twitch. She smiled a big smile, and then as if waking from a dream, opened her eyes and moved to get up from the couch.

"Okay, Paul. That's all I need. Thank you very much." My cock popped out of her, and I winced at the horribly sudden disconnection. I gulped and took a few deep breaths, summoned up some of the blood currently residing in my rock hard dick back to my brain, and found the presence of mind to squeak out, "No problem, Mrs. Tran. Thanks, and have a good day, ok?"

I sounded cool, calm and collected. It may have been the best acting I had ever done.

Mrs Tran was putting on her shirt and looking very hard at me as I was still kneeling on the floor. "Okay, I'm going now."

"See you later, Mrs Tran."

She opened the door, but didn't leave. "You were going to let me go.", she said. I stood up and turned to see her fully dressed and looking at me.

I sighed a huge sigh. "Yeah. Yes I was."

"Your penis is very engorged."

I repeated the hands out wide gesture.

She stared at me hard for about ten seconds. How I held her eyes in mine without flinching I have no idea. Then, like in an old western, she slowly closed the door. Just as slowly, she removed her shirt pants and panties.

"I lied. I am not done. Please, sit." She had a very different tone in her voice. I sat on the couch and she strode over and straddled my lap, her knees on the couch. "I only need some of the penis. I don't want the cum in me. And.. may I.." She sounded shy, and it was shocking to hear this Tiger MILF sound shy or hesitant. "Mrs Tran, I've already had my penis in you. What's to be shy about?" She smiled. "Kissing. Morgan's mustache made kissing not the good time. But, it helps me to kiss. "

"Oh, hell yes please. You are a wonderful kisser."

"Really? You like the kissing?"

"I like your kissing.", I said in a silly suave voice. She laughed, and then leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips. And then she place two other little kisses, and as her tongue gently pushed its way past my lips, her pussy descended onto my cock. Her little body was practically weightless on me as she began to raise herself up and down on my dick. At the same time, her wicked little tongue was fucking my mouth at the very same pace and depth! I had never been kissed, mouth fucked, tongue-choked, like that ever before in my life! And she never stopped! Her mouth never left mine as she rode me like a hobby horse, our tongues and mouths slathering over and on each other as she started to bounce on my lap faster and faster. She pulled her mouth away for the first time, and again, the disconnection was painful, and I didn't resist crying out.

"Oh fuck!... your tongue.. please..", my mouth was hanging open.

"I want to have the orgasm now. Can you... still be okay.... not having an orgasm?", Mrs Tran kept fucking me as she asked, and I slid my hands behind her to caress her supple ass.

It was a very pertinent question. A thought popped in my head, and then went sailing out of my mouth. "Yes you can cum, but you have to keep kissing me. If your mouth is on mine when you cum, I'll be okay," Her eyes got big, she took my face in her hands and leaned forward. Somehow, as her hips fucked me harder and faster, her shoulders and neck stayed almost still as she kissed the ever-loving shit out of me! And I was really telling the truth about the sensation of her magnificent tongue, lips and everything else oral putting my need to orgasm on the mental back burner. As her tongue began to probe my mouth deeper and deeper, so did her pussy. She was moaning and grunting in my mouth, and then with a final flurry of thrusts, I felt her body clench like a silken clamp of flesh, and then release it all as she fell softly forward onto my body, her chin on my shoulder, my hard cock still in her dripping cunt.

"So...?", she said, letting the hanging word suffice.

I let out a long, slow breath. "Yup. We're okay, let me help you off.." I helped her off of me to sit by my side. I took a few more calming breaths, and felt... pretty satisfied, or at least not frustrated. Mrs Tran was staring at me with a look somewhere between askew and askance. I leaned back and returned her look with a wry Burt Reynolds-style smile. "It's those kisses that make it possible to hold off. Hey, I wonder if just kissing would be enough to make a Spice connection for you?"

Her eyes perked up. "Maybe we try that next time, just the kissing, I mean? Not that I don't like your penis. But, I would prefer to sin as little as I need to. My husband is very amorous with the fornicopulations, and the less I have to do here, the more he can do with me there."

I mulled on that, partly to digest the background stuff she had just told me. Partly to do some thinking. I mused aloud. "If we go just the kissing-only route, we should, well, spread out the doses; more frequent but shorter sessions. Am I thinking right?"

"Yes. That is right thinking."

"How would you feel about kissing me, while someone else is with me?"

"You mean, with you as in... with your Penis?"

"Yes."

"Would I have to do Lesbian sex?"

"No. Just kiss me."

She began to puzzle on it as I added, "If it works, and I could do two at a time, it sure would help me keep up with everyone."

"Oh. I hadn't thought about how many others Morgan had given the Spice to. And you must be with them all?" She smiled. "It sounds like a parable the Buddha would tell about getting what you wish for."

"You ain't wrong, sister."

"Okay, I will say maybe. Some of the women around here are not my cup of meat, even if I don't do the lesbian sex with them."

"Allright, that's a start. I'll let you know." We got cleaned up, dressed and went back to our days. I wasn't lying about the sex, I was reasonably satisfied despite not having an orgasm. Granted, I'd been fucking a lot lately, but The Spice in me amped up my sex drive, which balanced things out. And, the main thing was, I was waiting for the Bennington sisters to arrive.

Mary and Terry Bennington were twin sisters who were interning at Morgan's Theater as part of their Education degree through the local community college. They were 20 years old, with honey blonde hair, big tits and they were absolutely gorgeous. Everyone who met them told them they should be models, to which they always replied, "Our lives and our bodies are for Jesus only." Yup, they were home-schooled, fundamentalist Christians. So when I overheard Morgan mentioned during a blowjob from his secretary that the Benningtons were on his Spice, I was shocked. The Sisiters and I had acted together, and they were always a delight to work with. It was easy to respect boundaries and keep my distance, despite the close quarters backstage, but I must admit I relished the accidental and incidental glimpses of the half-dressed hot, young and curvy Bennington Sisters.

I was in the lobby when they arrived. They were dressed in sweatpants and loose tops, with their hair up in tight pony tails as if they had just come from the gym. Their expressions were grim as they made a beeline right to me.

"Helen and Barbara told us that you have the Extract.", said Terry or Mary, I couldn't tell. 'Extract' was one of the names Morgan had called the Spice when duping the various women into taking it

.

"We know that you know all about Mr Morgan.", said the other one.

I stood up. "Ok." I said to Mary or Terry. "And, yes.", I said to the other one. "Shall we go some place private and talk?"

"I think that would be best.", said Mary or Terry. We headed back to the women's dressing room and I sat on one of the stools in front of the makeup mirrors as the Sisters stood, staring down at me. They were clearly upset.

"Look Paul, you know we're Christians, and you know this is all wrong."

"Yup."

"Yup!? Just Yup!? How can you keep us on this horrible drug after being our friend!"

"What? Whoa, what a minute! Obviously Barbara and Helen haven't told you the whole story." I filled them in about how I was using a different version of the Spice that would help everyone get weaned off the Spice's effects, but it would take time. They listened patiently, and their expressions softened somewhat, but they were not looking all that enthused.

"So, what are you going to make us do, Paul?", said Mary or Terry.

"What did you do before?"

"We debased ourselves."

"Well yeah, I assumed that, but how?"

"Like this. Come on, Mary, we might as well get started."

Terry, apparently, dropped to her knees and undid my zipper and got a hold of my cock, which was already half hard from just breathing the air from two girls on the Spice. She popped it into her mouth and started it working it feverishly, almost professionally. Mary joined her on her knees and started licking and sucking on my ball sack, her nimble tongue almost as adept as Mrs Tran's. When my cock got fully hard, they both began to work my shaft, rubbing their lips on either side at the same time, moving up and down my dick with their soft lips.

"That is the hottest damn thing I have ever seen!" I blurted, still ogling the two hot blondes who were surrounding my cock with their mouths.

Mary looked up. "Before we go any further, Terry and I have talked. You need to decide who gets your sperm. And you decide right now, and only now."

"I do? Why?"

"We need cum to get relief. Nothing else well make us feel better." Said Terry.

"And Morgan used to make us compete for it. Whoever pleased him better got to have his cum."

"But we are NOT doing that anymore, do you understand that?" Terry was trying her best to sound serious. But It was hard not to smile at this angelic, young thing with my fat cock in her delicate hands, which she was still unconsciously stroking.

Mary sounded just as real. "That's right. You can decide who gets it today..."

'.. because it will make us crazy if we have to choose..."

".. and then the next time, the other sister gets to have it. And then back again, No more games."

"OK! Hold On!" I yelled. "I am not going to make you... ah.. um..." I paused. Up to this point, I had been rather selfless with my power over these women; which wasn't a reflection on my benevolence, as I was already having some of the best sex I have ever had with some very sexy women, so, Whatever, right?! But, these were the Bennington Sisters.... and well, they're blonde twins....

I swear I saw a little devil pop up on one of my shoulders and then a little angel pop up on the other. I looked to the Angel first, and that sweet cherub said in a lilting voice, "Dude, fuck the shit out of both of them! Are you fucking nuts??! I'd eat out their asses and then make them eat out each other's asses! Bonngg! ".

Snoochins to the boochins, comrades!

I spoke up. "Let's make a deal. First, lemme ask, have you ever kissed each other for Morgan?"

"Of course, it was like the first thing he asked."

"Cool. And you both have had full intercourse with Morgan"

Both said, "Yes."

"And you enjoyed it?"

They blinked. Terry spoke first. "The extract he gave us made us like it. It's not our faults."

"We're not whores." Said Mary.

"Oh my God, no! I do not think that about you, I totally know that this is the Spice making all this happen. What I want to make sure of is that Morgan wasn't doing anything painful, something that you didn't enjoy, even tough the feeling may have been... artificial. Did you... like it?"

Their embarrassed silence told me they understood what I was asking.

"Yeah, we came." Said Mary. Terry nodded.

"Okay! So, the good news is I'm not going to make you eat out my ass."

"Ewwwww!". said Mary and Terry.

"And I'm not going to make you eat out each other's ass."

"Ewwwww!"

"But, Man, even if it makes me a pig like Morgan, I would love to look at you a little." I had started to do this weird thing, which often doesn't work for men, I started being sincere. "Look, since we're here in the messed up place, I might as well admit I think you are two of the prettiest women I have ever seen. And you are also nice, and caring, and you work hard for the audience... you guys are just the best."

"Oh, thank you!"

"That's so sweet."

"I know that we won't be doing this forever. And when it's over, it's over, and I will keep all this to myself, and no-one will ever know. I promise."

The twins looked at each other, in that odd way that only twins do which makes it look like they are reading each other's thoughts.

"All that Nice Guy bullshit aside, as stereotypical as it may be, I would really love to see you naked, a lot. And I would love to make love to the both of you, but i know you don't...

"Paul, shut up." said Mary.

"You had us at 'not eat out your ass'." said Terry.

They both stood up and took off their tops to reveal their amazing tits, 36 C-cup at least. And yeah, their breasts were as identical as their amazing smiles.

"Ok, just stand there for a while... wow. Amazing." I just ogled, openly gaping at the Playboy model level bodies posing in front of me. They smiled at my dropped jaw and started to take off their sweatpants, slowly, and carefully.

"Now remember, we're not whores.", said Mary as she slowly bent over in front of me, pulling her sweat pants all the way down to her feet, revealing a thin, white thong and a curvy ass that I now regretted forgoing the eating thereof.

"No matter how the Spice makes us behave, remember, it's not us." said Terry as she undid her bra from the front, and let it fall away. I cooed like a pigeon at the sight of her freed mounds. Her hands then caressed her curvy tits as my cock started to pulse and twitch with desire.

"I know you wanted to watch us in the dressing room during all those shows." Said Mary as she threw her leg over mine to straddle it like a horse.

"And you never did. Well, almost never.", said Terry as she straddled my other leg, giving me four hot breasts inches from my mouth and two wet pussies grinding on my thighs. Mary reached down and put hand on my cock, and then Terry reached down and did the same. They both began to jerk me off, working together on my shaft while riding my legs.

"You still haven't decided." Said Terry as she leaned in to kiss my cheek.

"Who gets your cum?" Said Mary, also leaning in to place a series of little smooches on my face.

"Oooooooooh my.... just keep doing that for a minute longer...." I basked in the moment, luxuriating in the two hot bodies wiggling and wriggling against me and two different hands touching my dick! My hands filled themselves with sexy, twins flesh! Blonde twin flesh! And they really weren't whores, which I am not ashamed to admit did make it better.

"Allright Stand up, ladies." They slowly rose from their perches on my legs.

"I'm surprised two Christian girls never came up with this Solomon-Style solution. Here's the deal, we cutting up the baby. You both get the load."

They were silent.

"Okay, I'm going to fuck you both, and when I cum, I'll cum in one of your mouths, and then you just share half with the other. You've kissed, right? You've taken a load in the mouth, right?"

"Will half a load give us.. relief?" asked Mary.

"Let's find out.", said Terry excitedly. "Think of the time we'll save."

"Oh, well, If you're in a hurry, I recommend we go right to doggy style."

"On the floor or over the makeup counters?", asked Terry.

"Ooh! The makeup counters!", I said way too fast to be cool.

"Sounds like someone's having a fantasy come true, doesn't it, Terry?", said Mary as she bent her body over the counter and spread her legs a bit.

"Absolutely Mary, I think someone has had sinful thoughts about us.", replied Terry as she also bent her hot body over the counter, putting her sweet ass right next to her sister's.

"Ladies, everyone has had sinful thoughts about the two of you, and you know it." I looked at the two girls' asses, and then their sweet faces in the mirror on front of them, and then I noticed my own stupidly broad smile. The girls were grinning at my grin. I looked from behind to behind, and ass to ass, and thighs to thighs...

"Inky binky bottle of inky cork fell out and you stinky." As my finger ended on Terry, I stepped behind Mary and slid my cock into her wet pussy. Her head drooped and her body curved into me as I kept pumping my dick into her.

"Ooooooooooh heavens, yes, I needed that...", said Mary, as if she just got an aspirin for a headache. I started fucking her harder, holding her body still and putting the entire length of my cock in and out of her with each thrust. She moaned and groaned and kept pushing her backside towards me, wanting more and more. I held on to her hips and banged away at that sweet ass while watching her ecstatic expression in the mirror. She rose up an her hands, and her tits began to sway just a little bit as I kept fucking her. Man, those titties were firm! I could feel myself getting close to coming, so I pulled out and scooted twelve inches to the left over to Terry, and shoved my slick dick right into her, picking up the pace I had started in her sister's pussy.

"Oh yes, please! yes, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus...." Terry kept thanking Jesus with each stoke, and I pounded her hot box every time she said her lord's name. Their pussies felt almost exactly the same, and I started to seriously pound the shit of Terry's body, making the entire makeup counter shake and rattle with every thrust. Mary sidled over to me, and ran her hands over my chest and stomach and I continued to slam my body into her sister. She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Are you going to cum in my sister, Paul? Are you going to keep debasing her until you give her your cum?" And then she every so lightly ran the tip of her tongue from my ear to the bottom of my neck. And that's all it took! That 20 year-old-voice whispering that dirty little phrase, and that little tongue reminding me of all Mrs Tran had done to me that morning: all of it made my cock throb and pulse with a final reckoning!

"OH Shit, Mary, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!", I squeaked out.

She dropped to her knees yanked my cock out of her sister's vagina and put in her mouth. I blew my load instantly. Mary kept a tight hold on me, gripping my hips with her hands, holding me close, draining me dry while never spilling a drop. Terry then pushed me aside and got down next to her sister and leaned into Mary's face. Slowly and carefully, they kissed, and shared the precious fluid between them. As I leaned against the wall, recovering from my orgasm, I watched as the seconds passed, transfixed as they kept their mouths pressed to each other, gently but also with a desperate need. When they were done, they slumped down, their eyes closed, lost in relief and relaxation. I let them be for a bit, also basking in the moment.

After a minute or an hour, I couldn't tell, I said, "So... how are you guys feeling?"

Terry blinked her eyes open and looked at her sister, who returned the look, and then smiled.

"I think that did it. That was enough.", she shared a look with Mary, who was smiling.

"Yeah, I'm good too. Yeah, Huh. How about that?"

"Well, Hallelujah and pass me my underwear.", I said.

As we got dressed, they mentioned they had to go to church right away.

"... but it's a Monday. I thought y'all only did church on Wednesdays, Sundays and Friday nights?"

"We always do services after a debasement."

"A debasement...? Oh, the sex. Ah. I hate to think I debased you..."

"Oh you have been the least debasing of all the debasements we've undergone so far!" Mary said with a genuine smile. "We really appreciate your kindness. And mother will too."

"Mother?"

"Yes. She'll be along shortly.", said Terry.

"She'll be along to... what?"

"To pray with you.", said Mary.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Our Mother knows about what Morgan did."

"We tried to hide it."

"But she is a very perceptive woman."

"And so when she understood it was his evil to blame, and not our own sinning nature, she insisted on praying with Morgan after our debasements."

I blinked. "That's fucked up."

The twins were quiet.

"Sorry. Of course, all this is fu.. messed up already, so what's a little more? Wow, prayer, eh? Um, do I just wait here?"

"Yes, you do." The voice came from the open door of the dressing room. It was Mrs Bennington, the Sisters' mother and the very Devil we were talking about. She was shorter than her daughters, and her 49 years had added some curves to her figure. She had a huge beatific smile, and the same pretty face of her daughters, only somewhat hidden behind large glasses. She was in her usual loose jeans and button-up shirt, the kind of outfit that could be called a uniform for the evangelicals christian Home school Mom.

"I... thought I locked that door.", I stammered as I struggled to get the rest of my clothes on as quickly as possible.

"Oh, you did sweetie, don't worry, you were very careful, and I appreciate that.", she said with a smile, as if I hadn't just shared my jizz with both of her daughters. She then held out a keyring full of keys ( what else would be on it) of every size and shape. "I have my own keys to every door in the theater."

"She's a very perceptive woman.", said Terry as she left the room, giving her Mother a peck on the cheek as she passed. "Bye Mommy. See you at home."

"Paul, relax. It's just prayer.", said Mary as she also left, kissing her mom on the way out. As soon as the twins were gone, Mrs Bennington locked the door and turned to face me.

"So Paul, first, I am so grateful you are going to help my daughters end this cycle of debasement. It truly means the world to me, and I am truly in your debt."

"You're welcome."

"However, there was another.. aspect to all this that my daughters were not aware of. You see, I'm afraid Mr Morgan and I didn't really engage in the act of praying."

"Really?"

"Really. I felt it best to keep my daughters in the dark about what transpired between myself and Mr Morgan. The trouble is, our transpira.. oh, that's not a word... um, what we did, while it was not prayer, it was also not exactly what he was doing with my daughters..." Mrs Bennington was being very hesitant, but it wasn't from shyness. I think if I had to act the feeling of 'I'm doing something I know is wrong and I don't know what you will think if I tell you'... it would look just like Mrs Bennington's face.

I took a guess. "So you didn't have sex with Mr Morgan?"

"It's not the sex... well...", I watched the gears click and whirr in her brain. I saw her make up her mind and then take a deep breath. "So, Paul, after Mr Morgan's debasing of my daughters, he and I would share a small amount of time in which I would beat his back, shoulders and legs with various instruments and implements. During which I would give him correctional language, based on Mr. Morgan's deep and abiding evil nature."

I stared at her for about five seconds, totally quiet. Then I burst out with a,

"What!?"

Mrs Bennington was quiet. Older folks know a rhetorical 'What' when they hear it.

"What!?", I rhetorically cried again.

Mrs Bennington looked at me, and spread her hands out wide in that universal gesture that was becoming the theme of the day.

"The first problem is, I don't hate you.", she said sadly.

"That's nice... wait, why is that a problem? Why do you need to hate me?"

"It makes it easy, well, actually possible to beat you."

"Ah... um.. and why do you still need to beat me... or anyone?"

She shivered with an inborn need, a need that formed every word that now left her lips, "Since we have been forced to commit these unholy acts with Mr Morgan, I have become needful of these sessions. I need to feel the lash of leather against bare skin, and to make an unworthy sinner know they are unworthy, and to make them earn their worth by their ability to withstand my punishment." She wisely paused to let that sink in.

Damn, girl! Mrs Bennington was not whom I thought she was.

"And you only did this with Morgan?"

"He was the only one." The finality in her voice was chilling.

Oh, wait... was she on the Spice too? Of course! That's it! It had to be! And I bet it happened accidentally, as a side result of Morgan tricking the Sisters to ingest the spice as a diet/health supplement. And since Mrs Bennington was a total Evangelical nut-case, of course the Spice would take her down this direction! But now I had to ask myself some serious questions.

"How much.. hitting went on with you and Morgan."

"Oh, not a lot. Never more than twenty strokes."

"Hunh. And what did you use on him?"


"Oh, I can show you." She went over to the closet on the far wall. "It just so happens I kept my tools right in here.", she said cheerfully as she emerged with a rectangular leather case big enough to carry a saxophone. She set it down on the makeup counter, opened it and pulled out a thick leather strap attached to a well worn wooden handle. She put that back in the case and then held up a length of garden hose and a leather flail with thick black leather straps hanging.

"These three items were his preferences. I liked the garden hose the most."

I was now imagining my body being beaten with the leather, the flail and the hose. No conclusions popped into my mind, not even 'Hell NO', which was significant. I had expected to continue to be shocked by Mrs Bennington's revelations, and then proceed right to grossed out and finish at turned off. But, so far...

"And how did you get relief from all this?"

"Relief? I find relief from feeling God's justice being served through my arm."

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, but Mrs Bennington was a very perceptive woman, and so far had been direct as hell. The idea of taking a whipping with a huge bullwhip was scary, but a few strokes with a strap from a little old lady seemed manageable. I was an actor, after all, and I could act my way through this kind of scenario, especially as Mrs Bennington needed it to get over the Spice. I took three deep breaths and cleared my head.

"Mrs Bennington, get out whichever implement you want. Where do you need me to stand?". I felt brave as hell. How sad is that?

With barely a pause, she moved over to a corner of the room. "Actually we had these installed for ease of service." She used a stool to reach up and and then pushed back a ceiling tile and pulled down two velcro cuffs attached to a thick black rope that was firmly attached to a girder in the ceiling above the tile.

"The line is tested for two thousand pounds." She said while holding out the cuffs toward me. I came toward her slowly, removing my pants and shirt.

"I'm still having trouble working up the hate with you.", she said sadly. "You're nowhere near the Soulless evil Devil that Mr Morgan was."

That sounded like a cry for some motivation, and as I'm an actor, I gave her that motivation. "Even though I debased both your daughters?", I sneered back at her.

She flinched, but recovered compassionately. "But you debased them so nicely! I mean, the things you could have done to..."

"Jeeze, you really a simple little Christian aren't you? Don't you ever get tired of being so wrong all the time? It's no wonder Morgan fooled those girls into fucking him."

Her eyes blazed "Paul! There's no need for... " I held out my wrists to be cuffed. "... oh." She licked her lips and smiled a wicked and holy little smile. She then strapped each cuff on my wrist, taking her time like it was a ritual.

"I really liked fucking Mary and Terry, Mrs Bennington. And Man! Let me tell you, they sure can suck a mean dick."

She pulled the last cuff tight with a yank. "You are a filthy and disgusting degenerate. And an Atheistic Humanist!"

"You know it, Mrs Bennington. You know it. God is dead and living in my Garage."

She pulled on the slack rope and my hands were yanked up into the air, so that I was hanging from the ceiling like a slaughtered pig.

"You need the evil beaten out of you. You need the sin driven from you!" Mrs Bennington's voice was building, throbbing with energy. "Are you ready to be punished for your debasement, you foul thing!?", she cried.

"Yeah, yeah, bring it you daffy Jesus freak!"

I heard a soft grunt and there was a stipe of electric pain across the middle of my back. Whoa. Wait a minute, that was harder than I thought an old lady could hit. And it hurt, but it also... it felt like something else... I twisted in my bonds and saw that she had taken off her blouse and was standing her in her pants and bra. The bra was a white utilitarian monstrosity, which was barely reigning in her tits, that bulged out in her cleavage. I noticed that her bare arms, which I had never seen fully uncovered before, were devoid of the usual fat flaps on women of her age. That mass on her bicep was muscle, brother. I just may be in...

Swak!

.... trouble.

Another stipe of pain seared into me, lower this time. The pain was intense, but there was another feeling under it... I breathed in, reminded myself about what I was doing, about the character I was playing. I pushed everything out of my head but desire for another swipe, for another stripe from her leather strap. I relaxed, and waited for the next lash.

Swak! And then another Spaa-pap! right after it.

"You are a sinner! You have sinned!", Mrs Bennington said. I was quiet, completely focusing on feeling the pain.

"You have violated my Mary!" Swak! "My Terry!" Swak! "And you have insulted the faith of God." Swak! Swak!

Then she gave out an unearthly growl and gave me three more licks, this time harder than before. I swayed in my bonds, from the force of the blow and from the searing sensation that was now laced all across my back. I could hear her breathing hard behind me, unmoving. Was she going to give me more? Did I want her to? I couldn't place the pain she was giving me into any category I had before. It wasn't suffering, it wasn't sex, but when the pain faded from each blow, a deep glowing warmth replaced it, a warmth like I had never felt before.

"Am I done with you? Have you felt enough Justice?" she snarled

.

The words I said then appeared in my head instantly, and they surprised me as they popped out of my mouth. "Show me what you got, Nazarene!" Why the fuck did I say that? Did I want more of this? Apparently!

Mrs Bennington then started a continuous beating of my back and thighs with the strap. Some hits were harder than others. She was cursing the sin and the sinner as she did, laying on some serious Old Testament language. Her strong arm delivered stroke after stroke of deep streaks of red hot pain, streaks of mindless sensations, streaks of pure energy! Finally I cried out out and slumped in the ropes. Mrs Bennington stopped, came over and loosened the rope to lower me, at which I crumpled to the floor. She came to stand over me, looking down as I lay prostrate on the floor, throbbing with feelings that filled my head, feelings I had no label for.

"Mr Morgan never took that much." Mrs Bennington said quietly. "Thank you, Paul."

From my fetal position I asked her, "Wha... are you done?"

"Oh my goodness yes, that was all I needed."

"Huh? But I didn't cum on you or anything."

"Eww. Why would you?"

I slowly sat up, my back singing with stinging at the smallest motion. "Because that's how people on the Spice get relief. Sperm or saliva... and we didn't do anything with either of those."

"Paul, I'm not on the Spice."

"You're not?"

"No. Just the girls."

"But you said you... you.. "

'No I didn't."

"Then all this was..."

"All this was what a filthy sinner like you deserves.", she said with a big smile.

"Shit. You're a real, natural perve."

Mrs Bennington didn't answer that. She just knelt down and gave my forehead a smooch. "See you soon. God bless."

After she left, I laid right there for about an hour and wallowed in all that had happened. If nothing else, this would make one hell of a sense memory for my acting career.

Things were getting weird.

Chances are they were going to get weirder.