Bethany's Sins

Bethany's Sins

(Pride and Greed in too great a measure)

Bethany knew beyond doubt that she was the best. Today, she had waltzed out of her low-paid job with the DeMoeira Investments Company with a cool half a billion dollars to her name (or rather, names, for she used several to claim it all), and to really prove how good she was, she even managed to carry ten million in notes right past the security men. Not all the hundreds of millions had come from this one operation, of course: she had pulled similar frauds five times already, but this one gave her the figure she had dreamed of for so long. Just the very first job she had done would have been enough to set herself up for life, of course, but discovering how well she could do it, and just how good that money made her feel, made the thought of hitting other companies seem even more enticing. She set herself the target of 'earning' $500,000,000 and now she had done it. As she abandoned the city that morning, she wondered briefly if she would stop now, or if she would try to make even more the next time. 'Why not go for the billion mark?' she asked herself as she drove.

Bethany's features took mostly after her Italian father's side of the family, with dark, flashing eyes and stunning black hair; her lips, though, were entirely her English mother's influence, small and rosebud, and incredibly sexy with bright red lipstick against the Mediterranean complexion of her skin.

Night was drawing in, and she realised she had lost her way somewhere, or else had not made as much time as she had expected: she was in some tiny town in the middle of nowhere, and with nowhere to stay.

As she left the petty dwellings and shops behind her, she found that she was passing a church and, to her surprise, the reverend seemed to be just closing up. Deciding that Christian charity might just work in her favour here, she pulled up and got out of her car.

"Excuse me, reverend?' she called out.

'Yes, what is it?'

'Can you tell me if there is anywhere to stay the night nearby? I think I must have missed my turning somewhere and I seem to be lost.'

'I'm sorry, but there is nowhere very close by, but I could put you up in my spare bedroom if you like. There are some things I have to sort out here first, but I will show you the way in a minute. Why don't you wait inside and have a nice hot drink?'

'Coffee, milk and two sugars please, that would be lovely!' replied Bethany.

The vicar quickly boiled a kettle in the vestry and made up her drink, before going outside to do – whatever it was that he had been planning to do before Bethany, poor, needy soul, had arrived at his gate. As he went, Bethany reflected that, had he not been a man of the cloth, she would have already tried to hit on him. He was much taller than Bethany's 5'7", maybe even over 6' tall, and he looked fit and athletic beneath his outfit. He had gentle blue eyes but short, dark hair and something slightly European about his manner. In a movie, he might have played a smooth, sinister and seductive bad guy – just the characters after whom Bethany lusted most when she watched a film.

Bethany was quite thirsty after driving for so long, and gulped down her coffee quickly. At first, she thought the wooziness that she felt was just the effect of not giving herself a chance to breathe properly between gulps. By the time that she realised that it might be a little bit more serious, she was unable to move her limbs at all, and slumped sideways on the chair. Seconds later, and her consciousness was gone completely.

When she awoke, Bethany realised very quickly that she was in serious trouble. She was naked, and her limbs were spread wide, tied to some sort of metal frame by leather cuffs attached to chains. Judging by the aches in her arms she had been asleep like that for some time. She was in a vertical position and could see a large wooden table in front of her. At first, she noticed only the fact that her clothes were in tatters, piled on the table. Then she noticed that her briefcase was open, sitting beside them and facing her. Ten million dollars in various denominations stared mockingly at her from their stacks within the case.

The vicar must have been some sort of pervert, and goodness knew how many women he had already captured and imprisoned here. He must have thought it was his lucky day when he had discovered the money as well.

She heard the door open behind her.

"Hello?' she called out.

"Ah, good, you're awake!' came a cheery response from the vicar. When he came around in front of Bethany, she saw that he was no longer wearing the dog-collar or anything else that would have identified him as a member of the clergy.

'By now, you will have deduced that I am not, in fact, anything to do with this church,' he began, and Bethany nodded despite not having reached that conclusion yet, 'This room is just behind the pipe organ that is the pride of the whole town, I think they had to remove some of the stops for maintenance or something, and never managed to pay to put them back. The pipes used to be in here. Which made it perfect for my purposes.'

'What are you going to do to me?' Bethany managed to ask, dreading the reply.

'I propose to punish you for committing two of the seven deadly sins, in particular, Greed and Pride. These two are especially close to my own heart, as I tend to commit them quite often myself. I, however, have never been caught.

'I work for the DeMoeira business family, from whom you have stolen well in excess of one hundred million dollars. Your pride enabled me to catch you: it was the work of moments to figure out who had taken these ten million, and why, and where that person would be heading. The rest was simply lying in wait.

'The DeMoeira business family consists of much more than just the DeMoeira Investments Company, but also have some rather darker connections, stretching back to King James the First of England, and his witch hunts. More recent customers included General Pinochet and Saddam Hussein. I am sure you can guess what their speciality is from this information.' Bethany opened her mouth to speak, but the – bounty hunter? – held up his hand to stop her.

'The directors of DeMoeira have always been more interested in punishment than redress. They know that most of the money you stole is lost to them. They just want you to suffer for having had the audacity to try stealing from them. In fact, this money here is my payment for making sure that this happens. I have also been given some rather good gadgets recently developed by their sadistic researchers. This is something of a field test for them.'

'Look, you know how much money I stole from your employers, and they weren't the first. I can pay you twenty times as much if you just let me go!'

'Ah, you have been paying attention. But, while pride and greed worked together in your criminal activities, in my job I often find that they work in opposite directions after a while. My greed would say, "Accept the offer!" but my pride wins out every time. I enjoy my work and want to do a good job every time I am commissioned. So, thank you but fuck you!

'Speaking of which, it's Tuesday night now, and since choir practice is on Mondays, we will have the place to ourselves for some time. I have licence from my employers to do whatever I wish to you so long as they have proof of your extreme suffering by this time next week. They already know that I have caught you, by the way. I informed them while you were sleeping off the drug.' He paused to set up an industry-quality digital video camera on a tripod the other side of the big table, making sure that he had the framing absolutely perfect. He started it recording

'Now, that explains what we're doing here, so let's get down to business, shall we? I know I talked about fancy gadgets earlier, but I thought to start off with, we'd have a nice bit of traditional flagellation – after all, this is a church, and you are atoning for deadly sins!'

On either side of Bethany's frame, he released a brake and now the whole thing rolled free so that he could turn her through 180˚. Then he locked the frame back in position. Bethany could now see the wall that had been behind her. It was much less substantial than the solid brick of the opposite wall, and the door was a similarly temporary-looking structure. But, if nobody was going to be using the church until Sunday, then screaming would have no effect anyway. Bethany resolved that she would not give the sadistic bounty hunter the pleasure of her cries.

Her resolve lasted right up until the first blow landed across her lower back and she jerked in her restraints.

"Ah!' she cut off the cry as it began, but already she was doubting her ability to deny her captor anything.

'How do you like my flail? An old-fashioned implement, but even this simple device has benefited from the research done by DeMoeira Correctional Industries, devising new materials and the optimum configuration. Let's try that again.'

This time the flail landed between Bethany's shoulder blades, but she managed to keep her pride intact and although it took its toll on her lower lip, she remained silent.

'Unrepentant, huh? We'll soon see about that!'

The flail landed across the top of Bethany's well-shaped buttocks, making her jerk even more than before, but she clung to her self-respect and would not cry out.

The whipping began in earnest then, no pauses between the blows landing on every square inch of Bethany's flesh between the back of her knees and the back of her neck. Bethany panted to keep control of herself, because biting her lip would be futile now: it was a constant barrage, not a set of discrete impacts that she had to survive now. She could not stop her body bucking and heaving under the assault, and hated the lewd effect that this had, even if the thin wall was for now the only witness to the way her C-cup bosom swung and her crotch wriggled.

Suddenly, the whip stopped and, before she realised what was happening, Bounty Hunter reached around her and pinched hard on her left nipple. Her scream filled the chamber before she could stop it escaping her lips, and she was rewarded by the low chuckle of her captor.

'You just can't stop sinnin', can you, missy?' he told her, 'You are already being punished for pride, so why make it worse for yourself? I think I need to move up a notch and go for a real whip!'

'Please, no! I can't take it!'

'How I wish I could believe that this new humility was genuine! But I think you will find that you can take it well enough for me. Are you ready?'

Sobbing, 'No!'

A second later, 'Argh!' Bethany's scream filled the air again as the whip tore a searing path across her back.

'No more!' she gasped, 'I beg you!'

'Five more, actually, sinner. You need them.'

Another stripe of fire landed across her back, and once again she screamed. Tears rolled down her cheeks. There was no point even trying to brace herself, she thought, as she sagged forwards (or as far forwards as she could in the tight cuffs and chains that held her). As soon as she rested still after each lash hit home, the next one came. Bethany had no hope of keeping count of even such a small number as the Bounty Hunter had named, and simply was glad when the addition of new pain stopped. Her back seemed to be ablaze. The whip's marks continued to burn just as fiercely after they had stopped and Bethany was left sobbing helplessly in the aftermath of the punishment.

'You starting to feel repentant yet?' he asked, and Bethany nodded, relieved that it was over.

'In that case, I think we can adjourn until tomorrow. Just a couple of things to sort out first, though.' He exited the room briefly, and came back with what looked like a black doctor's bag. From it he drew a tube with a curious nozzle at one end, and at the other a bag of fluid like those often seen in hospitals, which he laid on the table.

'What is that for?' Bethany asked, petrified by the sight of obvious medical equipment.

'Well, we don't want any accidents when I'm not here, so I'm taking a sensible precaution,' replied her captor. He stood behind her, beside her thighs, and almost casually reached out with the hand that was holding the nozzle before pressing it between Bethany's asscheeks.

'What the hell...?' yelled Bethany, but the question was rendered redundant as the nozzle was firmly pressed into her anus and the Bounty Hunter opened the valve on the bag, which he held high above her. The fluid immediately started to pour into her bowels.

'No, stop, it's barbaric!' screamed Bethany as she felt her innards starting to flood, 'Please, stop!'

'To coin a phrase, "I've started so I'll finish"' quipped the Bounty Hunter as he waited patiently for the bag to empty itself into Bethany's behind, 'Relax, it's only three pints!' Bethany didn't care, she was sure that her abdomen was going to burst from the liquid pressure building inside her. Cramps in her bowels told her that she needed to get to a toilet very soon.

Finally, the bag had emptied itself. Rapidly, the Bounty Hunter produced a large bucket. He quickly undid Bethany's feet hands, confident that she would not be trying to escape with her guts full of enema. He helped her to squat over the bucket and held it in place. Bethany felt a horrible combination of utter relief and total humiliation as the liquid gushed forth from her back passage.

Once the foul stream had ended, the Bounty Hunter moved the bucket safely out of the way.

He stood behind Bethany, forcing her onto her belly, and with one arm he took firm hold of her legs. He used the other to fit a leather sleeve over her feet. Once it was safely in place, Bethany found that it sheathed her feet in a close fit, immobilising them very effectively. The Bounty Hunter tightened them further by a strap around her ankles and another one around her calves that would hold the sleeve firmly in place. All the while, Bethany flailed her arms uselessly, but once he finished he quickly turned her onto her back and her wrists and hands were cocooned just as her feet had been, bound together in front of her.

Bounty Hunter lifted her and left her on the table, face-up, and tied the cocoons of feet and hands to the ends the table, stretching Bethany lengthways. Then he turned off the camera, and Bethany realised at last that he had positioned the bucket directly in the camera's view, so that it caught every moment of her evacuation.

'Good night, sleep tight!' called the Bounty Hunter, and he departed leaving the battered, bruised and disgraced Bethany to contemplate the error of her ways. She was glad she had not had much to drink: at least there was little chance of wetting herself in the night. She decided to try to sleep despite her uncomfortable position. Eventually, she succeeded.

There was no way of telling what time it was when she was woken by the return of her captor. Instantly, she felt the stiffness from lying in her bound state on a hard, flat surface. She also felt the urgent need to pee. Bounty Hunter had a bucket for this very purpose, but first he activated his camera again. He undid Bethany's feet only, and positioned her so that she was tipping over the side of the table, her urinary tract aimed directly at the bucket on the floor below. This was not enough for the man, however, and he produced a funnel attached to a tube. On either side of the top of the funnel were some elasticated straps with which he fastened the funnel between Bethany's legs, which he could now use both hands to hold apart.

'I know you must be desperate, Bethany,' he said, 'so you had better take the chance while it is on offer. If you don't, I have a neat device made by my employers that can very effectively prevent you from peeing for as long as I wish – and then guarantee that you let go instantly the moment I decide that you should. It would be a pleasure to fit it to you and leave it there for the duration of your stay here, if you give me a reason to.'

'Please don't do that!'

'Why?'

'I really do need to go, but I can't with you watching me!'

'Tough. I ain't turning my back on you with two of your limbs free, not yet. If you're too proud to do it, you deserve the punishment! Either go in the next thirty seconds, or you won't go at all until I say so, understood?'

Bethany nodded mutely, and tried very hard to block out the man's presence, the discomfort of having the funnel tied between her legs and all the other problems there were. She was so relieved when the long stream of yellow fluid finally emerged from her body that she gasped audibly with the emotion. Bounty Hunter smiled at her, but waited until she had finished before patting her on her thigh and telling her, 'Good girl!' Her cheeks flushed red behind the tanned complexion as her humiliation at having peed in front of a complete stranger outweighed briefly all other emotions at her captivity.

The next thing that Bounty Hunter revealed was a 3 feet long spreader bar. Bethany, lying on her back with her pelvis dangling over the edge of the table, was not well placed to see what he had, but could guess its purpose would to restrain her in some way.

Taking advantage of the natural spreading effect of the funnel, Bounty Hunter easily clamped the cuffs closed. No leather straps or chains here, these were hard steel bands held closed with sturdy pins, and welded firmly onto the pole so that there was no chance of play or flexibility. Bethany's ankles were three feet apart, and they were staying there.

Now he undid her wrists, but only briefly. He made sure that she had no use from her hands by tying them behind her back, and adding a second bind around her elbows, pulling it tight so that her shoulders were forced right back and her chest jutted forwards making her bosom seem even more impressive than it really was. He positioned her so that she was seated on the edge of her table, her stretched legs hanging over the side. She faced the camera directly, wile he moved behind it to address her, making sure that his secondary microphone could hear him well.

'I have decided that today I will collect the other part of my payment. I should warn you, I tend to be very greedy about payment, and you are the sort of woman who inspires a great deal of greed. A nasty, thieving, criminal bitch with a gorgeous body – there is so much that I would like to do to you, and the contract says that I may do anything I want to you.'

He softened his voice, 'Is there anything you wouldn't like me to do?'

'Please, don't rape me. I'm a virgin!'

Bounty Hunter did an impression of some game show host, 'That's where we'll start then, folks – popping the bitch's cherry!'

'No! Please!' cried Bethany, and she began to struggle against her bonds, heedless of the futility of her efforts.

'Relax! If you do, you might even find that you enjoy it!'

Bethany had never cried since she was a young girl, but now the tears were flowing again for the second time in 24 hours.

'Please, I'm begging you!' she sobbed as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He ignored her, pushing her onto her back, her arms trapped beneath her. She closed her eyes: 'Please stop!' she choked again through her tears.

He took hold of her hips, and pulled her towards him, so that once again she was hanging over the edge of the table. He stepped over the spreader bar and into the triangle it formed with her legs. Bethany's chest rose and fell with her panicked breathing, her fear of the imminent event too great to be controlled. She felt his penis nuzzle against her nether lips, his firm hands on her hips guiding her body unerringly onto the pillar of flesh that would impale her, taking from her something that she had always dreamed of giving to the man of her dreams.

'Nooo!' she moaned, as he forced it into the mouth of her vagina, almost tenderly easing into her at first.

'Aah!' she wailed as he steadily increased the rate of advance, pushing against and bursting her hymen in a single smooth action, and then he was buried deep within her. Her fingers clenched beneath her as the pain of the invasion mingled with the explosion of other new sensations, in a region of her body that had never been touched before. But it was pain, and it was humiliation and helplessness!

'Ooh! Oh, noo! Argh!' she moaned and grunted as he started to run his cock in and out of her too-dry alleyway: but it was not remaining dry, and the friction seemed to fade as he increased his tempo, pounding at her until his balls were thumping against her, his cock ramming into the deepest reaches of her pussy, her body entirely belonging to him. Her vocalisations became neither protest nor response, but mere physical reaction to the violence of his actions and the subtlety of the sensations they provoked.

'Oh God, oh God, oh God!' she wailed as his pounding seemed to crescendo, and then, as she felt his sperm pumping into her body, a final despairing, 'Nooo!'

He pulled back, and looked at her.

'You know, I think you were beginning to enjoy that, you slut,' he said, 'I'll bet that last "No!" was more because you wanted me to continue than because you have finally been defiled. Maybe I should add Lust to your list of sins?'

'No, no, please, I never want to go through that again!' pleaded Bethany.

'Okay, but you still have Greed and Pride to atone for. I have some things to sort out, but in the mean time, I am going to have you stand right here and think about your crimes, and what I could do to you.'

Bounty Hunter lifted Bethany from the table, and he set her on her feet, still wide apart from the spreader bar, facing the camera.

'Just a few little bits to focus your mind...' he commented, and he produced yet more paraphernalia. Clips, in fact, that he fastened to her body. First, he took three of them and used them to clamp shut Bethany's labia minora. She winced and barked 'Argh!' each time he added one, but made no further sound. Then he took two more that were linked by a chain. As he approached her breasts with the first one, she began to writhe and wriggle to try to escape it, but Bounty hunter used his free hand to hold her by the throat and she froze just long enough for him to tighten the clip as tight as it would go around her left nipple.

'No-argh!' she cried as he did so, 'No, I can't bear it! Take it off!' But he was already attaching the second of them.

He turned away briefly as she continued to plead with him to remove the vile instruments attached to her body. He turned back, and Bethany saw the lead weights that he held, with hooks on one end. She knew what he would do with them, but her mouth dried up with terror and she was unable to protest when he suspended them from the chain that linked her tits.

'Be a good girl, and don't go anywhere now!' he told her cheerily as he left her there, displaying her privates in a most lewd manner to the camera.

* * * * *

It was hours before Bounty Hunter returned, and Bethany begged him instantly, 'I need to pee again, please.'

'Do you think you can do it like that?' he asked her. Desperately, for her bladder seemed about to burst, she nodded, and he went and once again fastened the funnel as before, letting the tube run down to his bucket. Weeping for the shame of it, she let herself go as soon as he had finished positioning the apparatus.

'Beautiful!' he told her as she was in mid-flow, 'You are at last beginning to learn the error of your foolish pride.' She ignored him, closing her eyes to shut out the horrible situation, and let herself finish. He swiftly removed the funnel and tube, and shifted the bucket out of the way.

'Tell me, Bethany,' he said, 'Have you ever sucked a man's prick before?'

She hung her head at the personal question, and shook it: no.

'Then I will take as payment a second cherry of yours, and so apt a name for such small, sweetly formed lips! You will suck, and you will choke, and you will swallow every drop. Is that understood?' Meekly, Bethany nodded.

He helped her to her knees, which were forced wide by the spreader bar and the fact that knees do not bend very well except in one direction. He gently caressed her hair, kneading his fingers into it so that he had a very firm grip on Bethany's head, and his raging cock now hovered inches from her nose and mouth.

'Come on, open wide!' he said, 'And remember: your only chance of leaving here is when I decide to let you go, so don't try anything!'

Bethany licked her lips nervously, and opened her mouth to accept Bounty Hunter's torpedo. Softly, so softly at first, he slid it into her buccal cavity, she could feel the shaft reaching ever further back. She closed her lips around it, and felt him slide backwards again, the rough texture against her lips like some electric touch. The taste, exotic and strange to her, unpleasant and yet enticing. 'What is becoming of me?' she thought, 'How can I be enjoying the fact that this rapist has his cock in my mouth?' Eagerly, as his rod slithered back inwards, her tongue sought it out, exploring the repulsive and yet compulsive flavour of Bounty Hunter's manhood.

'Oh, you slut!' moaned Bounty Hunter, 'You're a natural!' With that, though, everything changed. His hands gripped Bethany's hair tighter, and suddenly he was not sliding in an out, but thrusting forcefully, aiming not for the sweetness of her lips but the recesses of her throat. Gagging, choking, Bethany tried to object, but with her hands and legs trapped, and her mouth blocked by the shaft, there was nothing for her to do except gasp for every available gulp of air. Then, briefly, it was over, his cock was only in her mouth, not her throat, and she could taste him again properly. But she could sense it coming, she braced herself, and felt the cock jerk and spasm, spurting hot semen into her mouth, flooding her tubes, forcing her to swallow desperately, frantically, to clear an airway. The taste was foul, but her tongue would not leave the diminishing penis alone, Bethany compulsively seeking to consume everything she could of the man's seed.

'Hmm, it seems that, though you may have forsaken Pride, Greed remains just as strongly in you!' remarked Bounty Hunter, 'I have much to do tomorrow.' Only then did he remove the clips on Bethany's pussylips and tits.

Once again, he forced Bethany to take an enema, and he laid her in such a position as to prevent circulation to any part of her body being cut off completely if she slept. Then he left her in the dark, and once more she struggled to sleep.

* * * * *

'Good morning!' cried Bounty Hunter, waking Bethany once more. Instead of needing to piss, Bethany only felt a raging thirst today. Bounty Hunter seemed to have anticipated this, and he lifted a bottle with a straw in it to her lips as she sat up on the table. She sucked on it eagerly.

'That is your own, partially-distilled, urine,' commented Bounty Hunter in a chatty way, 'The taste should still be there, but it should work to re-hydrate you rather than the opposite effect.' Bethany didn't really notice the taste, but had a worrying feeling at the back of her mind, that if she ever tasted it again in less desperate circumstances, then she would drink it just as greedily because of the intensity of the relief that she now felt.

When she had finished its contents, Bounty Hunter took the bottle away.

'Today, I am going to compose my magnum opus upon you, but first I must exact payment for my services. Since you were quite so slutty when I used your mouth, I must find some other way of taking my payment...'

'Please, don't do it again!' cut in Bethany.

'Oh, how I hoped you would say that!' he replied, 'I shall do something different this time!'

He reattached the spreader bar to her legs, and lifted her off the table. He placed her at one end, facing lengthways down the table, before forcing her to bend right over. He quickly fastened her outstretched arms at the other end, having left them tied in front of her to let her sleep in the night. Now he ran his fingers across her bottom. He was pleased as the soft, tight orbs danced away from the feather-light touch.

'What are you doing?' Bethany begged to know, but he remained silent, and repositioned the camera to gain the best possible video of the event. Then he advanced, and finally Bethany realised what he was doing.

'No, for God's sake, not there! That's impossible!' she yelled at him, but his hands were pulling her cheeks apart, and his cock's head was already pressing into her puckered anus.

'Now, I can be sure that this hole is virgin!' he remarked in a cruel voice, as he started to use his weight to press harder against Bethany's helplessly trapped behind.

'Ooow!' wailed Bethany, as he overcame the reflex that tried to eject him even before he entered, 'Nooo!'

'Relax!' he said, 'It will hurt less.'

Bethany could not relax. Her darkest, dirtiest hole was being raped by his cock and there was nothing she could do about it. It burned and scraped and tore at her insides, and she was powerless in his grasp. His hands were on her hips, forcing her body further down to be impaled on him. But through the agony, something else stirred, her hands clenched not in anguish but in pleasure. 'How can I be enjoying this?' she thought desperately. 'Oh, God, please don't let him realise!'

But it was too late: he had felt down to her pussy, and detected the unmistakable wetness of her arousal. He stopped, and pulled out, plunging his cock into her vagina, ramming harder than ever before, and it went straight in, right up to the balls, ramming and pounding.

'You slut, you lousy whore,' swore Bounty Hunter, 'you just love to be abused! And I love to abuse you!'

'Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!' cried Bethany, grinding back as much as she could, rubbing her clit on the edge of the table with each thrust he made, and with each push back that she gave. 'Oh, oh, augh!' she came, her whole body flooded with ecstasy. As she did so, she felt Bounty Hunter pull out, and then he was back in her ass, and though it hurt just as much, it was indistinguishable from the joy, and he was frantically pounding, filling her rectum with his cum.

'Payment accepted in full!' he concluded. After a few moments to recover himself, he said, 'But now I must finish the job.'

He dragged Bethany back over to the frame on which she had been suspended when she had first woken in this room, and he methodically placed her back into it. Then he revealed several pieces of apparatus that he carefully applied to Bethany's body. A smooth metal collar went around her throat. Clamps fastened onto Bethany's breasts. A dildo and butt plug were held in place by a harness. A ring gag forced her lips wide, and attached to it was a curiously shaped device that rested on Bethany's tongue. Two circular bands of metal went around the base of each breast.

He then set up a TV set behind the video camera, where Bethany could see everything it showed. Right now, it was blank. Then Bounty Hunter disappeared.

The TV screen suddenly came to life, and showed Bounty Hunter sitting at the keyboards of the organ. There was no sound from the TV screen, but when Bounty Hunter pressed a key on the organ, Bethany screamed as the sound filled her chamber: one of her breasts felt as though it had been struck by lightning. Bounty Hunter played a chromatic scale: all twelve notes in sequence. Each one had a different effect. The first seven all sparked electric shocks: left and right breasts, dildo, butt plug, tongue holder, collar, breast-collars. The last five had different effects: dildo vibrates, butt plug vibrates, left breast-collar tightens, right breast-collar tightens, neck collar tightens. The collars grew tighter the longer the note was held, as Bounty Hunter made clear with his playing. He left his spy camera activated, and came back to see Bethany one last time.

'There are two services on Sunday: the Eucharist and the Evensong, and they like a good, long service in these parts. When they sing to praise God, you will suffer for your sins! I have seen which hymns they are using, and every one of these items will be activated many times. The video camera is set to switch itself on and record everything that happens on Sunday. I am very proud of this poetic justice. Now you can wait for God's own people to punish you!'

He went over and switched off the camera, and headed for the door. Just before he went, he came over to Bethany.

'I have committed the same sins as you, dear: Pride you know. Greed? Well, if you're still alive after Evensong,' he whispered to her, 'I will make you mine alone.' As he left, Bethany dreamed of a time after Evensong.