CHAPTER FIVE
Betty Sue Swensen was tortured and condemned to the eternal fires of Hell. She did it all for herself. ADULTERESS!
The word kept ringing loud and clear inside her mind, threatening to drown her in remorse while she sought forgiveness for the depravity of her wanton ways.
She didn't give a single thought to the incestuous relationship she had been maintaining with her younger sister for well over twenty five years; that didn't count. It was natural, a sister thing. But allowing Dr. William Montgomery to have his way with her body was the ultimate sin, the final shame that condemned her forever and branded her. She was sure that in the eyes of anyone who looked, she was a promiscuous slut and a hussy.
She kept reliving the scene in the antiseptic smelling examining room with the strong Dr. Montgomery pushing her down on the table and latching her arms and feet to it.
'I realize it excited you, Mrs. Swensen, to watch me with that little tramp,' he had said while securing her to that awful torture table. 'You're going to enjoy every minute of it.'
The awful man had actually touched her. He had pried around inside her cunt, poking and stretching her tissues, stroking her clitoris in the most wanton fashion, causing her cunt to become moist and itchy.
Just as quickly as it had all begun, it was over, and his cock was out of her cunt and she was off the table and they were just doctor and patient again.
She hated the man for what he did to her, for forcing her to have intercourse with him, for forcing her to take his awful old dick into her mouth and suck on it, for forcing her to take his awful old dick up into her cunt where he filled her full of cum and pleasure and both were so bad they were good and she was so very confused.
Betty Sue washed her cunt out with a heavy wash cloth until she thought it was raw, but still the pleasant sensations remained to plague her mind, to turn her away from her remorse, from the guilt she felt, and bring her to a very unreal reality.
She went straight to bed, almost ignoring her sister and her own son, until the following day when Barbara had gone to the hospital and Erik was in school for the day.
Alone, Betty Sue found it was easier to wallow in her shame alone. She savored her sin for all it was worth, trying desperately to erase from her memory the worst of it – that secretly she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.
The doorbell rang. Betty Sue got slowly from her bed and pulled her faded old rose-colored pink housecoat tight around her waist, wondering who could be calling on her at that time of day.
And as she opened the door, the burden of her sins seemed to grow heavier than ever, threatening to crush her.
'Oh!' Betty Sue said, astonished to see him standing there, 'I… uh, didn't expect you, Reverend Donaldson.'
'My child,' he said, his voice large and booming, filling her living room, 'the Lord always knows when the time is ripe.' And he just pushed his way right inside the room, leaving her closing the door in confusion.
To push his way inside a room was very easy for the Right Reverend Doctor Billy Dean Donaldson. He stood a full six feet tall and weighed almost two-hundred pounds. At thirty-five, he was one Hell of a big black man. His black suit, topped by the white clerical collar, made him appear just that much darker, more omnipresent and ominous, like and angel making an unexpected check of Hell and discovering the sinners still well into their sinning and the fires going a bit untended.
'You do have need for my services,' he said, 'I can see it in your eyes. Relax, my child, and fear not, for He is with us both, even now.'
'Oh, God,' Betty Sue said, almost under her breath, but he was still able to hear her and to put two and two together, coming up with a little infidelity. The Reverend Donaldson wasn't one to turn down a little infidelity, not while he was still able to get it up to it. 'I didn't think it showed. He forced me, actually, and… and… I just.'
'There, there, my child,' the reverend said, raising his hands in prayer but letting them fall, instead, upon Betty's shoulders, pulling her right in front of him. 'I know how you must feel, with your poor husband in the hospital and all. That's why I came around, to pay my respects in your hour of need. You can imagine my surprise at finding you more in need than I had originally supposed.'
'No,' she said weakly. 'It's nothing, really. I'm sure I can…'
'Nothing is nothing, child,' he said, his voice booming and filling the room again. 'I insist, in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, that you tell me of your sinful ways. Perhaps there is still time to save you and bring you back around to the paths of righteousness.'
'It wasn't my fault, really, Reverend Donaldson,' she said, beginning slowly, and then the words seemed to rush right out of her mouth, until she had almost told him the whole thing. 'I was alone, and helpless, and he forced himself on me, pushing me down flat and… and cutting away my panties.'
'Cutting!' the reverend said, astonished, but thinking about how exciting it was as a variation. The glint of hard steel off the knife blade would surely add excitement to the situation, he figured.
'Well, yes, he had this knife, you see, and he just… cut them off until my… my bottom, was bare to him, and my legs were spread wide and open and…'
'My child, just tell me the worst,' he said, looking very benevolent despite the lust that was beginning to cloud his vision. 'Did you, actually, have intercourse with this man?'
'Yes,' she said meekly. 'Rather, he had intercourse with me. I didn't do it. I wasn't…'
'Oh, my child,' he said. 'We must pray. This is evidently far more serious than I had supposed. But there is yet another way to salvation. We must remove all traces of this man's foul deed, we must… as it were… undo the thing he did.'
'How, oh, Reverend, just tell me how,' Betty Sue said, her eyes radiating faintly of hope reborn.
'Quick, we must go to your bedroom,' the reverend said, leading the way by guesswork alone. He had never been in the house before, but he was soon standing in the center of the master bedroom, glaring down at the rumpled bed.
Meekly, Betty Sue followed him and stood mute, waiting for his instructions.
'You must do exactly as I say, my child,' he said, 'or else all our prayers will have been said in vain.'
'Yes, of course,' she said, 'anything at all.' The Right Reverend Doctor Billy Dean Donaldson, his saintly black face lighting up with passion, a faint trace of respiration dotting his forehead, his crotch filling his black clerical suit and making it tent out in front, reached out for. Betty Sue Swensen.
'This is the laying on of the hands,' he said, 'guaranteed to exorcise any leftover demons in your body from the devil's embrace.'
And before Betty Sue knew what had hit her, she was standing starkly naked right before the big black preacher man, and a tingling had begun inside her loins almost like what she had felt when Dr. Montgomery's fingers had first explored inside her gaping vulva, only this time, Betty Sue knew, it was all different. After all, the reverend was her very own pastor, guardian of the entire neighborhood flock.
'Now you must tell me exactly what he did to you, my child,' Reverend Donaldson said, 'so we can undo it.'
'Well, he pushed me down flat and spread my arms and my legs out,' Betty Sue said, deliberately omitting the part about strapping them down solidly, about raising her legs into the examination stirrups.
'Like this?' he said, pushing her flat down on the bed and spreading her arms wide, then moving her legs apart as far as he dared.
'Well, yes,' Betty Sue said, 'only it was more like this…' and she raised her hips up as high as she dared and spread her legs achingly wide, knowing that the delicate lips of her cuntal mouth were twisted and distorted and pulled wide open, the fragile inner folds flexing in moist display, her sensitive little clitoris peeking out at him irresistibly.
'Oh, Christ!' the reverend said, gazing right down into heaven without either passing Go or collecting his two-hundred dollars.
'And then he just took off all his clothes,' Betty Sue said, her imagination taking over her morals, 'and he forced me to watch him do it until… until his old thing was showing and stretching hard.'
