Beth
by Allene
Chapter 33
Two days later a stranger in a black suit came to our house.
I could not hear the conversation but could see through the
window that my Dad was enraged. He stormed into the house and
called for me.
Dad told me that a furnace repairman had come to the church
and heard screams. When he investigated he found two naked nuns
tied up with our priest whipping them. The furnace man called the
police and our priest was under arrest. The priest said he had
also whipped me. Before I could say anything the man, a Cardinal
in the church, reminded me that the priest had confessed this
only to him. not to the police.
My Father said," Well they will damn well find out! My
daughter is under-age and I want him in jail for life."
" I don't think that would be a good idea," argued the
Cardinal. " At this time no-one knows your daughter is involved.
If this goes to trial everyone will know and the publicity will
be a disaster for you, your daughter, and the Church. We will do
anything you want to make amends. Psychiatric treatments for your
daughter to relieve her trauma, even help you relocate if you
wish."
Dad, thought for a minute then told the Cardinal to come back
tomorrow after he thought about it.
When the Cardinal left, Dad turned to me and asked me what
had happened. I told him I had sinned, and the priest decided I
needed to be punished. He asked, " What was your great sin,
Beth."
I told him that I had fantasized about sex, which was partly
true. " Jesus Christ! That is no sin, everybody fantasizes about
sex. How did he punish you?"
I knew he would hear about the shackles and whips so I told
him part of the truth in that the priest had tied me up and
whipped me just as he was doing to the nuns.
He told me to go put on my bathing suit so he could check for
damage. I checked my body as I changed and was glad to see the
underside my breasts were just red now and there were just pink
lines where the lash had hit.
I was both scared and thrilled as I returned to him in my
bikini. I had been wearing jeans and a shirt so nothing had been
visible to him. He seemed to be relieved to see the marks on my
back and shins since they did not indicate any sexual
connotation.
It excited me to turn in front of him in my skimpy bikini
while he traced the whip marks with his fingers. He noticed some
marks visible on my butt and said, " I am going to have to check
a little more, Baby. Please don't feel embarrassed."
I was not embarrassed, I was thrilled, but frightened he may
want to see too much. I did not want to have to explain the marks
on my breasts or pussy. He had me turn my back to him then pulled
the seat of my suit into the crack of my ass so both ass cheeks
were exposed. He again traced the marks on my ass with his
fingers as he counted them. The combination of exposure, the feel
of his fingers and the counting brought every thing back and I
started to get horny. He turned me around and when he saw the
marks on the top of my breasts he pulled the top down and left it
tucked under my breasts.
I turned to check the mirror to see if the damage under my
breasts showed. I was relieved to see the suit hid the underside
and only the whip marks were visible which quit at the nipples.
My Father thought I had turned out of embarrassment. He said, " I
am sorry. I know this is tough but I have to see."
He began to trace and count the marks on my breasts. My
breasts began to move as my breathing changed with my excitement.
I am sure he noticed but made no comment. When he stepped back I
noticed the bulge in his jeans indicating this action was
effecting him as well.
" We may need proof of this for the police or the court. Just
stay as you are while I get the Polaroid."
The idea of having others see me nearly nude in photos
excited me even more. I pulled my suit further into the crack of
my ass and adjusted the top to show as much of my breasts as I
could without revealing the punctures. I also adjusted the pants
as low as possible without revealing my pussy.
When he returned with the loaded camera he must have noticed
the changes when I turned to him, as his eyes widened and the
bulge in his pants twitched. It made me feel sexually powerful to
know I had the ability to turn on my Father in spite of his anger
and concern.
When he returned he said that if the pictures were not
absolutely necessary he would burn them.
He stopped to admire me saying," You should never feel
embarrassed, Honey. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever
seen." I expected two pictures front and back, but it turned into
a full photo session as he had me pose in different positions
taking long shots and clos-ups of my breasts and that part of my
crotch he could see until the film was used up.
He went for more film. When he returned he asked me if the
priest had made me take off all my clothes. When I admitted that
he had. He said, " Would it bother you too much to take them off
for me?"
I did not bother to answer as I knew my voice would crack
under the tension. I just took off the top then unsnapped the
sides of the bottom so I could slowly pull it through my legs in
a form of strip tease. His prick jumped again as he saw my shaved
pussy. He started taking more pictures with my legs spread, bent
over with my legs spread and close together. and lying on my back
with my knees up and legs spread. When I lifted my breasts by the
nipples to show the red underside he whistled and had me hold
that pose for some time as he got just the right angle.
Then he told me to stay there and that he would be right
back. He came back with the salve but he did not hand it to me.
He had me lie down with my head off the couch while he rubbed it
into my breasts and pussy.
While he did this watching my obvious sexual excitement he
said, " Do you think what the priest did will make you avoid sex?
Do you understand sex is natural and pleasurable?"
"Yes," I moaned. " I know it is O.K. when I am older and
married."
He evidentally could not stand it any longer as he said,
" The salve will make you feel better by morning," as he ran up
the stairs with my pictures clutched in his hand.
He was barely out of sight when my fingers dove to my pussy
and ass-hole to bring me off. The next morning I noticed my
Father had not been so "laid back" since my Mother had died. He
asked me how I was feeling and seemed pleased that I was so calm.
When the Cardinal showed up. Dad showed him just two pictures
of me standing, legs together, front and back view. He said
angrily,
" See what the sadistic son of a bitch did. He should be hung!" I
noticed the Cardinal spent a lot of time studying the pictures
which excited me anew as the exhibitionist in me came forth. Then
he said," I still think prosecution would cause more harm than
good. We plan to put him in a monastery for as long as he lives
where he will never have an opportunity to do this again. I
called a psychiatrist friend who said that Beth may need as much
as ten thousand dollars for therapy and that it would be best if
you could get away from the place that will provide constant
reminders."
" Well, I have been offered a job at the Seattle Veterinarian
Supply I would like. However, it would take a long time to sell
my ranch."
The Cardinal had the answer, " I have authority to offer you
two hundred thousand for your ranch plus ten thousand for the
therapy." This was about fifty thousand more than my father had
planned to ask in our last discussion about selling. Dad asked,
"Beth. What do you think?"
I knew my Father had been frustrated in his efforts to make a
profit on cattle in our depressed market and I had no real
friends in the area. I only had to think for a minute to say, " I
think it would be best for both of us."
The cardinal must have been pretty sure we would go for it as
he had the check already made out with a quit-claim deed for Dad
to sign. He was gone in ten minutes in a cloud of dust. It was a
good decision as the word about me must have gotten out from the
way people we knew looked at me when we went into town for
supplies the next day.
My Dad had called his new employer to say he had accepted
their offer. He seemed both relieved and happy to get out. I
could only think of the fact that in the huge population of
Seattle I would surely find someone who would know how to get me
aroused.
