The Tithe That Binds (5 page)

Now these terrible strangers knew the truth, and Debra wanted to crawl under the wooden planks of the porch. How could they make her admit such horrible things? She knelt in silent, abject misery, pleading to be rescued or that maybe this whole thing was a mistake… or a nightmare she could wake up from.

She was naked and bound, and she had watched the disgusting things Paula had done for the jailer. No amount of denial could convince her these were not the plans these people had for her.
How could mom have known this and let them take me? Maybe she didn’t know what they would expect from me.
Debra thought about how shocked she thought her mother would have been to find out about DJ. In reality, it would only have been another embarrassing admission Sarah would have had to make to the acquisitioners. No one suspected Sarah had kept the information from them. They were certain she had no idea her daughter was screwing around.

Usually, it was the wife’s mother who elicited the information from a first tithe. For future tithes, Gabrielle would do it herself. As she had no mother, she was grateful Minerva stepped in. A lot of information was gleaned from the interviews, and it helped decide on training equipment. Gabrielle certainly would not trust Elijah’s cock in the inexperienced girl’s mouth… and near her teeth… without a ring gag.

Minerva left with Tara, and Eli rocked on the porch with Gabrielle, discussing his upcoming trip and leaving Debra to her frightened thoughts. She wanted to press her thighs together, and her back was aching. Only her mind was somewhat dulled into numbness from the frightening things that had happened throughout the day.

A young woman approached, older than Debra, with a basket on her arm. Gabrielle told her to set the dinner on the table, and after she finished the task and was heading across the compound to the kitchens to pick up another order, she turned to stare at Debra. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled maliciously. Francine could not wait to tell the other kitchen workers that Mara already sported welts from displeasing Gabrielle.

Elijah stood and held a hand down for his wife. She jerked on Debra’s leash while she rose. Debra stared at the floor and followed the tug on the strap over the threshold.

The cabin had three doors leading off a main room, and one wall made completely of stone with a huge fireplace. Chairs, a small sofa, and some tables were cloistered around it, and on the opposite side of the room a massive wooden dining table took up the space. There was no kitchen to speak of, other than a sink with a hand pump and two shelves with dishes. The stew was in a stone bowl and resting on the table with steam rising from it.

Debra’s nostrils flared at the hearty scent. She had not eaten since the cold dinner the night before. Elijah settled into a chair by the fireplace, and Debra felt tears welling in her eyes again. Out of all the people in the settlement she could have gone to, she belonged to the devil. After experiencing his cold methods on the trip up the mountain, Debra was terrified of him.

The tug on her leash pulled her behind the woman to the sink. Gabrielle reached for two dishes and silverware settings, and placed them on opposite ends of the table. She walked back to the shelf and reached behind the plates, retrieving a ceramic bowl and stroking her fingertips across the lettering. Minerva had given her the tithe bowl last year, and Gabrielle often gazed at it. She turned it so Debra could read the swirling letters that read ‘Mara’.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. Everything seemed so horribly planned, and Debra knew this was not some temporary punishment. This frightening woman had been waiting for her, and Debra knew that she would enjoy twisting her into a slave like the others she had seen.

Gabrielle placed her tithe bowl on the table. This would be the first time she would finally get to fill it. She found herself enjoying all of the new experiences owning her first tithe would allow her. Just as Minerva had suggested, the focus of training a tithe lessened the loss of the children that left home. Her sons resided in the training camps, and her daughters were staying with Abram and his wife by the enforcers’ camp so they could be closer to the Branson twins and continue their courtship. Even with Elijah home, the cabin had been quiet and lonely for the past month. When he was gone for the acquisition, Gabrielle had been completely depressed.

Elijah studied the flagstones, waiting for Gabrielle to call out if she needed him. First meal trainings were quite often a dramatic battle, but a necessary skill for the Mistress to impose and further establish her tithe’s submission. Eli smiled and rubbed his erection when he heard the girl gasp and issue a small sob. He would only interfere if Gabrielle asked for him.

Gabrielle was determined to train her tithe for her first meal without Elijah’s help. She knew he would step in if she needed him to, but after the display on the porch it was important for Mara to learn that Gabrielle was a force to be reckoned with when he was gone.

“Hands behind your back, Mara.” Gabrielle stared down at the girl, and she trembled but did as she asked. “Yes, Mistress?”

Debra twisted her hands behind her back and glanced at the devil, who seemed to be ignoring them. “Yes, Mistress,” she gulped.

Gabrielle walked behind her and latched her cuffs together. She knelt down behind her and Debra shivered when she ran her hands down the back of her legs. “She’s going to need a lot of exercise to strengthen her legs,” she called to Eli.

“You might want to speak with Edna. She trained her second tithe for a cart,” Elijah reminded her.

Gabrielle stood again and gripped the latched cuffs, pulling Mara against the table. She grabbed a short leather thong hanging from the corner and hooked it to the cuffs.

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 the 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.”