The Tithe That Binds

by Candace Smith

  Debra gave a tug, and she realized she had been secured with her back to the table. Gabrielle reached into her pocket and removed a thick leather ring. She gripped Debra’s jaw, and ordered, “Open.”

  Debra gasped and a sob escaped. “Please…”

  Gabrielle dug her nails into the girl’s cheeks. “Yes, Mistress,” she seethed.

  Debra cried, and she felt the claws tighten. “Yes, Mistress.” She parted her lips a small amount.

  Elijah turned to watch. The girl was every bit as stubborn as Sarah suggested. Still, he would wait for Gabrielle to call if she needed him.

  While continuing to grip her face, Gabrielle leaned down and stared into the swimming blue eyes. She stroked the ring gently across the girl’s chin, and whispered, “Open your mouth, Mara, or I will call Elijah to help me.” She had watched the girl cast frightened glances at her husband, and much like mothers do with fathers and misbehaving children, she threatened her tithe with him to gain her cooperation.

  Debra’s terrified glance flew to the devil, and she saw him staring at her. She forced herself to open her mouth wider. The leather ring made no sense to her, but she decided it might be a different type of gag to keep her from speaking. Obviously, the Mistress did not want to hear her pleas. The object was pressed behind her teeth and Debra felt saliva drooling down her chin. Her wrists were unlatched from the table and she trembled, trying to anticipate what horrible thing this woman would demand next.

  Eli’s cock was beginning to press painfully against his trousers, and his balls had been steadily thickening since he watched the ring inserted and considered the first feeding. He could not wait to watch the tithe’s training, and he rose and walked to the table. The arousal in his eyes enflamed Gabrielle. She knew that he was not questioning her ability to work with Mara. He whispered, “Please, let me watch.”

  Gabrielle smiled. “You can help, if you want. I’m positively dripping, and I want it to be perfect.”

  Elijah kissed her cheek. Gabrielle turned her chair and sat down, raising her long skirt and spreading her legs. Debra’s eyes widened and she stared at the floor after watching the woman expose herself. The devil placed his hands on her shoulders and began pushing her to her knees between the woman’s spread thighs.

  His strong hands kept pushing, and Debra was losing the fight to keep her shaking legs straight. One knee thumped down onto the wood floor with a bruising crunch and the other quickly followed. While Gabrielle casually filled her plate and put a small amount in Mara’s bowl, Elijah knelt behind the girl with his fist gripping the back of her collar.

  “You will worship your Mistress’ pussy, in appreciation for the meal she is giving you.”

  Debra began to scream, and fought to thrash her head out of the man’s grip. He kept pushing her towards the black hairy mound. The musky smell of the woman’s juices assaulted her nose and she continued to scream. Elijah’s free hand reached around and spread Gabrielle’s slit, exposing her wet folds. His cock was throbbing while he continued to force the tithe’s head closer.

  Debra’s nose and mouth were buried in the hot folds, and the woman’s cream slid along her face. Gabrielle closed her thighs with crushing force and Debra could not breathe. “Your tongue, girl. Get it moving. My wife is a runner, and I guarantee she can keep you trapped longer than you can hold your breath.”

  Debra saw stars behind her lids, and when her lungs began to burn she quickly lashed out her tongue, feeling her belly tighten in revulsion. The thighs loosened and she gulped a breath. “Eeese… nooo,” she wailed.

  Gabrielle tightened her legs again, and stared into her husband’s eyes. “This is amazing, Eli,” she gasped.

  “I must admit I’m finding the whole erotic scene rather arousing myself,” he smiled.

  Debra paid no attention to their words while she struggled to breathe. Reluctantly, she swiped her tongue along the wet pussy again. The woman did not release her. With frantic moves she lapped feverishly, and finally felt the thighs loosen. “Oooh…” she wailed. Again she was pushed forward.

  “Lick my clit, Mara,” Gabrielle demanded. Her bottom was clenching on the chair, and she knew that the sadistic scene with her new tithe had her very close to climaxing. She felt the girl’s warm breath while she wailed muffled sobs against her slit. Gabrielle’s thighs were trembling, and it was difficult to keep them closed together.

  Elijah growled, “Do as your Mistress has ordered, Mara.”

  Debra alternated between sobbing and gulping breaths, while her tongue reached through the open ring. She just wanted the torture to stop, and she could not fight both of them. Her tongue slid between the devil’s fingers until she found the stiff bead. Imagining her vibrator, hidden away from her mother and under her mattress, she tried to employ the same tactics of pleasure. The woman’s pussy spasmed and Debra felt her fingers thread through her hair as she thrust her slit against the probing tongue. Gabrielle moaned while an intensely satisfying orgasm ripped through her.

  Debra felt the shudders stop and the woman’s grip loosened on her head. “Clean me,” she gasped.

  Debra cried and searched for the cream with her tongue. She felt the devil’s thumb stroking the back of her head, above where his fist gripped her collar. She jerked when he whispered into her ear, “Lick the juice that fell on the chair.”

  By the time she was finished and Elijah released her collar, Gabrielle lifted her chin and was pleased to see her shining arousal coating the tithe’s face. The misery swimming in the blue eyes was intoxicating. “You will now service your Master for providing you with shelter.”

  Debra’s tear-filled eyes widened and she pressed away from the woman, into Elijah’s legs. He was standing again, and he pulled her up and dragged her to his chair. Gabrielle watched him through passion enflamed eyes. The sound of his zipper and the girl’s frightened wail could be heard from under the table.

  Debra watched the man pull himself through the opening of his pants. He was much larger than DJ had been, and she screamed and pleaded garbled words until they were cut off when his erection thrust through the ring. Elijah was not going to enter her throat until she was more fully trained. He did push deep enough to block her airway, and was pleased when he felt her tongue moving without his order.

  Oh, god. Oh, please. The devil’s rod was in her mouth, and she was terrified of what he might do to her. She forced her tongue to stroke his length. The taste was not as repugnant to her as the woman, and the velvet softness seemed at odds with the stiff member. His hands began pushing and pulling her head in a bobbing motion, unless she stopped stroking her tongue. Then, he would lodge himself in the back of her throat, cutting off her air and burning her lungs like his wife had done.

  His thrusting became quicker and she heard his breathing increase to rapid panting. A salty fluid leaked onto her tongue, and Debra realized he meant to come while he was in her mouth. She cried hysterically while her head was pushed faster, though he continued to stop her ability to breath if she halted her tongue. Finally, he held her head down and she felt his shaft throb and pulse as he spewed into the back of her throat. She gulped and sobbed as the sticky substance continued to jet out of him.

  “Clean me,” he ordered. Debra cried silently while she lavished his shaft and the soft leaking crown. He lifted her face and he felt his sack tighten again at her agonized expression. “I will be gone for a few days. If your Mistress informs me you have not worshipped her properly for your feeding, I will punish you when I return.” Eli enjoyed the fearful widening of her eyes, and he knew that she understood his threat.

  Debra heard Gabrielle snap, and she looked into the devil’s gaze with uncertainty. “Kneel by your Mistress.”

  Before she sank to her quivering knees, Gabrielle reached up and removed the gag. The ceramic bowl… her bowl… Mara’s bowl… lay on the floor by the leg of the table. “Thank your Mistress for your feeding,” Elijah ordered.

  Debra’s lip trembled, and she looked into t
he terrible smiling green eyes. “Thank you, Mistress.” She cried the whole time she lapped up her stew.

  When dinner was finished, Gabrielle had Mara stand and she tethered her ankles together by a one-foot locking chain. The girl was slightly in shock, and Gabrielle waited until she was focusing on her again. She unhooked Mara’s wrist cuffs. “Wash the dishes and put them away. After you are finished, join me in the other room.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  While the tithe collected the dishes and shuffled to the sink, Gabrielle looped her arm through Eli’s. “She’s adjusting well, Elijah.” Her face radiated her pleasure.

  “You are doing a wonderful job, Gabrielle. I doubt any others have had such an arousing first feeding. And, she is already acknowledging you without a reminder,” Eli noted.

  “I can’t wait to tell mother,” Gabrielle gushed. “Oh, Eli. I had no idea how wonderful a tithe would be.”

  “There is still a lot of training ahead of her.”

  “Yes, but so far it’s everything I hoped it would be.”

  “We still need to gauge the tithe’s passion. She must perform and be aroused when you demand it,” Eli reminded her.

  Debra shuffled to the seating area and she knelt by her Mistress’s side without the snap of her fingers. She was numbed and tired by all that was happening. Even the thought of escape or rescue seemed to be too much trouble.

  Gabrielle rose and sat on one end of the small sofa. “Come, Mara. Lay on the couch and put your head in my lap.”

  Debra… no, Mara… stood and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.” She lay on the soft cushions and wanted to turn her head into the soft cotton dress and cry. She stiffened when the devil rose and sat on the other end of the couch, lifting her legs and placing them across his lap. Another of the hidden straps, this one attached to the leg of the sofa, hooked onto the chain connecting her ankles. Debra… no, Mara… contained her frightened sob.

  When the man’s fingers began to caress her thighs, she squeezed her eyes closed. They traveled up, brushing the inside of her sensitive skin until he reached her pussy. Mara’s eyes flew open in alarm, and she gasped and looked into Gabrielle’s face. She was smiling, and a hand brushed across Mara’s forehead while another moved gently towards her breasts.

  Mara kept from pleading out loud, but she begged with her eyes. “Hush, Mara. You have had a long day and performed adequately. You are being rewarded for your effort. There are only two experiences for you now: reward and punishment.” Gabrielle smiled. “I assure you. Reward is much more pleasant for you.”

  When Elijah’s fingers separated her pussy, she panicked and quivered against the cushions. “Hush,” Gabrielle soothed. Her hand massaged a firm breast and her fingers brushed across a tightening nipple. Despite her fear, Mara felt her pussy begin to dampen. She was horrified and cried quietly. “Hush,” Gabrielle continued to murmur, and Mara found herself looking into the woman’s eyes and begging her to stop this humiliation. She was already forcing herself not to respond to the seductive hand stroking her pussy. She cried when a finger entered her clasping channel and another brushed her clit.

  “Please, Mistress,” Mara begged.

  “Hush, Mara. Enjoy your reward.” Gabrielle glanced over at Elijah’s intense gaze on the tithe’s slit. “She’s wet?”

  “Wet and gripping,” Elijah affirmed.

  Gabrielle looked down into the frightened blue stare. If the girl truly had only one experience, it was doubtful she orgasmed. Still, she knew what to do with her Mistress’s pussy so she must have pleasured herself. “You will come for your Mistress, Mara. Relax and do as I order.”

  Mara quivered, crying, “Yes, Mistress.” This is too terrible. How can these people do this to me? Mara felt the fluttering contractions in her channel and she knew the devil was going to make her climax. It happened so quickly, and her thighs slammed together around his hand as she pushed up and shrieked. Her hips kept pushing into his hand and her pussy rubbed against him, squeezing as much out of the orgasm as her exhausted body could manage.

  Thankfully, it was the last torment she was put through for the day. The couple led her to the bedroom and latched her wrists behind her again. Her collar was chained to the footboard and Mara curled up by their feet. Gabrielle covered her with a light blanket, and she fell asleep to the sound of their passionate exchange… and wondering where Debra had gone.

  In the morning, she woke up to a hand caressing down her back. She snuggled under her light blanket, enjoying the sensation as she slowly woke up. When her eyes half-opened in the dim pre-dawn light and she saw the unfamiliar surroundings, she froze. A small part of her mind had her convinced that she would awaken back at the farm… or better yet… back in Barrington. The second thing that registered was that the hand stroking her did not belong to a woman. Debra trembled and disappeared, as Mara, tithe to a Mistress and the devil, returned to the terrifying reality of slavery.

  Elijah felt her freeze when she woke up. Before Gabrielle had walked to the kitchens to order an early breakfast for them, she had kissed him and whispered she wanted him to wake up Mara. Elijah knew his wife’s generous motive. She wanted him to enjoy her tithe before he left to go to the flatlands.

  Eli began caressing Mara’s back, skating his fingertips over the goose bumps that had risen. It pleased him that she was already learning his touch. He threaded his fingers through her thick braid and lifted her, dragging her to her knees in the middle of the bed.

  Even in the dim light of the room, Mara could see his black eyes shining… staring at her with a look of arousal and narrowing in threat. He rose and climbed out from under the quilt, and she squeezed her eyes closed after glancing at his erection. The wooden frame of the bed groaned as the man held her hair while he knelt behind her.

  Mara was petrified; petrified when the silken skin of his hard shaft rested against the small of her back, and petrified because she felt her pussy cramp and begin to dampen. She prayed that he would not touch her and find her humiliating response. When he let go of her hair and his hands wrapped around her waist, she shuddered. A quiet wail of despair escaped her lips when his fingers brushed lower, slowly sinking between her thighs and splitting her fleshy lips.

  Eli smiled at the arousal coating his fingers, and the girl stiffened and tried to move forward. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down into the pillows, keeping his knees between her spread thighs that remained in their folded position beneath her belly. When she tried to straighten them, he lifted her hips.

  Mara panicked and screamed into the soft pillows when his arm reached around her hips to hold her still. His other hand slipped along her folds, dipping in and out of her pussy. He brushed her clit and she pressed into his hand, needing his touch and terrified at the thought. Her mind wanted him to stop, but every time she tried to will him away and pretend he was not behind her, stroking her and plunging into her channel with his fingers, her body rebelled against her. Soon, she was pressing her raised bottom into his groin and rubbing his stiffened rod.

  Eli heard her wailing into the pillow and trying to shake her head, but the tithe’s body told a different story. He smiled and kept his tight grip on her hips. It was a paradox of sensation battling her fear while he gently stroked her pussy and encouraged her passion. She will learn she can’t deny her desire.

  Mara was finally reduced to racking sobs and small, stifled mewls of humiliation while she ground her pussy into his hand, trying to connect with her clit and relieve the cramping flutters with an orgasm. The devil man kept her peaked and added a new movement to his stroking. His fingers tickled across her bead, into her channel, and began pressing into her bottom. Mara began screaming again, realizing his intention.

  The man never spoke. He kept her in the vise grip, and with her wrists bound behind her she could not move the stack of soft pillows to turn her head and vent her anger. Eli watched her hands go from frantic clenching and twisting, to tightly folded fists. She was shud
dering, and she clamped down tightly on the fingers entering her ass.

  When she was well lubricated with her own juices, he lined his cock up with her virgin hole. He would not be able to use her pussy until she was bred by one of his sons, but he could certainly avail himself of her other tight channel. He pushed against her entrance, pressing until he slowly slid and squeezed passed the muscle.

  Ow… stop… please, don’t. Mara’s muffled screams were barely intelligible. It felt as though she was being torn apart, and she pushed with her muscles, trying to get him to vacate her tortured hole.

  Elijah’s crown was past her entrance, and he stopped guiding his shaft and returned to stroking her slit. After a few brushes across her clit, her attention was diverted from his cock and she began the mewling sounds and rocking into his hand again. Her muscles loosened and he slowly entered her, remaining fully seated inside and enjoying the clenching muscles while her pussy responded to his thrusting fingers.

  Mara searched for his fingers with her slit, trying to create the friction she needed to climax. Her hips began rocking, and she felt the strange sensation of him sliding in and out of her bottom… mostly aided by her own attempts to chase her orgasm.

  The training of the tithe was turning into as sadistically arousing an experience for him as Gabrielle had described. His balls tightened and he held himself on edge as he slid his finger over her clit. After a few seductive rubs, she was gasping and rocking into him with her climax. Elijah grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged in and out of her bottom while her channel clasped and loosened in post-climatic shudders. His sperm jetted inside her and he thrust deep, holding himself planted within her tight, hot walls, until the last of his juice was released.

  Mara sagged in defeat while she felt him slide out of her. She felt his hand stroke once down her back, and then he gripped her collar. It seemed she was weightless against his strength. He lifted her, turning her in an awkward maneuver that had her scrambling to keep her legs underneath her. The room was a little lighter, and she found herself looking into his hateful black gaze. “Clean me,” Eli ordered, and pushed her head towards his cock.