Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Before my husband and I found the PPP, I was a wayward wife,” she admitted. “I denied my husband sex and kept him at arm’s length.”
The crowd booed but The Prophet held up his hands and they stopped immediately.
“All right now—give her a chance. Listen to the next part,” he urged them. “What happened after you and your husband found us here at the PPP, Sister?” The Prophet prompted her.
“Oh, well that was when we learned our proper roles—my husband as the Head of the Household and me as his submissive to be Taken in Hand,” she replied. “After that, I only tried to deny him once—because I was tired from a long day at work, you know,” she added.
“Mmm-hmm. And what did he do?” The Prophet raised his silver eyebrows expressively.
“Well, he wouldn’t allow it,” the woman explained. “He used his belt on me and then took me hard and then used the belt again—that resulted in a very sore bottom and front for me and I learned never to deny him again.”
“Very good! Excellent!” The Prophet nodded as someone escorted the woman off stage. “Now you see the need for corporal punishment—a wife often has a difficult time learning her true place without it!” he told the crowd, which cheered enthusiastically at his words. “She must be held down and CONQUERED!”
There was more in the same vein and a few more “witnesses” who were called up on the stage. Most were women who talked about submitting to their husbands sexually even if they didn’t feel like it and how they got beaten or taking anally if they didn’t. Some were men who bragged about how they punished their wives when they were disobedient and tried to “deny them sex.”
Through it all, Sev could feel himself getting angrier and angrier. This wasn’t true D/s—it was a perversion of that relationship, he thought. A true Dominant didn’t have to force his submissive into sex—a true Dominant made her long for sex. And if she was tired or ill, he wasn’t a complete bastard, demanding that she “service” him anyway.
A true Dominant molded his sub…loved and cherished her. He took care of her after a scene and made certain she felt comfortable doing what he asked before they started. He didn’t just demand sex whenever and however he wanted it!
Most of these people didn’t get it at all—this kind of thing was fine if it was consensual but he was betting a lot of the women were here only because their husbands wanted to be. There were no words of safety, as far as he could tell, and no concept of safe/sane/consensual practices. D/s could go too far in a hurry if you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing and just wanted to fuck someone and mercilessly grind them into the dirt!
“And now,” The Prophet said, interrupting Sev’s angry thoughts. “It’s time for all the wives here tonight to thank their husbands for taking them in hand and training them to be better women. Drop to your knees, wives—where you belong is at your husband’s feet! Give your husband oral pleasure to show him how much you appreciate his leadership!”
“Okay, now can we go?” Mia whispered to him. “Is this enough of a distraction?”
“Uh yeah, I guess so.” Sev nodded. It was certainly distracting—all around them wives were dropping to their knees and unfastening their husband’s trousers. Some of them already had their husband’s shafts halfway down their throats. It was like some bizarre, religious orgy.
“Come on.” Bending down, Sev swung his petite partner up and over his shoulder.
“Hey—what are you doing?” Mia demanded, slapping his back and wriggling angrily.
“If anybody asks, I’m going to tell them I’m taking you home to punish you,” Sev told her. “Be still! I don’t want to fucking drop you!”
Then, carrying his partner, he made his way out of the park, away from The Prophet, and away from the massive blow-job-a-thon that was currently taking place.
It was time to get the fuck away from the PPP Dome and The Prophet. This place was even worse than he’d imagined—if that was even possible, Sev thought grimly.
He just didn’t know how in the Seven Hells they were going to be able to leave.
TWENTY-FOUR
MIA
“This is ridiculous—I can’t believe we’re stuck here!” Mia paced back and forth in the living area, shaking her head. What she’d heard tonight in the park had truly shaken her. It was just like her old sect but so much worse!
There had been a lot of guilt around the idea of a wife “denying” her husband sex in the world she’d come from, but no one had ever suggested the wife should be beaten for it! Or raped if the husband decided he wanted it anyway! Just the idea of being stuck here made her feel smothered.