The Vicar's Wife (Part One)

It was only when Terry turned around from closing the partition, that I saw he had the dreaded camcorder in his hand.
“Right Shirley, it is Shirley? Isn’t it?”
He spoke in a soft voice, obviously not wanting my Michael to hear him.
“Yes it is. But you can forget using that. And don’t think I’m going to let either of you examine me.”
“Oh I see. It’s like that is it? Well in that case, we might as well open the partition, and you can explain to your husband why you don’t want to be examined, while he watches Ian’s camera work. I know he scored, he gave me the nod as soon as we walked in.”

So this little scam wasn’t a one-off, they must have done this before. And when they arrived back, Ian had managed to let them know he’d compromised me, without even saying a word. So I was still backed in a corner, and this time it wasn’t lies that would help me out.

“Ok. I’ll let you examine me, but if you touch me like Ian did, I won't be able to keep silent.”
“But we will.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you suck Ian’s dick?”
“No.”
“What and he hasn’t shown your husband the video? I’d better make some excuse to get him in here to find out what’s going on.”

I really didn’t want Michael’s suspicion arousing, so I quickly said.
“No please, there's really no need. We ran out of time, I would have done it, but he said if I took my knickers off, he wouldn’t tell about the video.”
A big smile appeared on his face, and he lifted the hem of my skirt up. Then Roy reached across and lifted my left leg up and to the side; so they could now both see my love hole.
“Sweet. Can't wait to get my lips around that cunt of yours.”

We were still talking in soft tones, but even so, I felt like my Michael knew what was going on.
“Get laid back on the bed, and I’ll get astride you. You can suck my dick first. And when it cums, don’t you dare spill any, you swallow the fucking lot, or you’ll be in trouble.”
He didn’t sound like he was a man to mess with, so I was soon on my back, sucking his massive hard penis as it rammed in and out of my mouth.

I’d been sucking for only a minute or so before he began to jerk his hips. I recognised this as a sign he was shooting his cum, but in truth I hadn’t much idea what that meant. I’d only experienced it twice, and each time it had been with Michael’s penis up inside my love hole.

But now I could feel and taste the same salty taste from earlier, as he kept ramming and spurting inside my mouth. I made sure I kept it all in, not letting a drop leave my lips, then as his penis pulled out, I swallowed it all down.

What I haven’t mentioned, was while Terry was busy in my mouth, Roy had my legs spread wide open, and was busy licking my holes, and all around my love parts. So what with terry’s penis on my lips, and Roy’s onslaught under my skirt, I was well on my way to an orgasm. It had only been the big fat penis in my mouth, which had stifled my gasps of pleasure.

Now I’d swallowed the cum, Terry held his hand over my lips, until Roy presented his penis for me to suck. As it touched my lips, I eagerly sucked, but as he was already pushing, it would have gone in anyway. I soon got back into the rhythm, as he pumped hard against the back of my throat. Down below, something was being pushed up inside my front love hole!

I couldn’t fight them off, and it wasn’t a penis. It was something strange, hard and man made. Once he had whatever pushed up deep inside me, he began to lick and suck all around as Roy had done. But from deep inside me, there was a sensation I couldn’t explain. Yes I know I had an orgasm building, but this was something more, or extra.

My tummy was vibrating from inside, a kind of tremor shooting feelings to every part of my being. Well if at the start of this I’d been concerned about Michael hearing us, by now, that was not even a consideration. They’d somehow taken me to the point where I was no longer in control of my body. Well I might not have been in control of it, but I knew what it was doing.

Terry had to try to hold me up off the bed, as I was thrashing my hips violently up and down. If he'd left me on the mattress, I’d have been bouncing the camper-van off the road. Roy was still ramming my mouth, but now, I could feel his penis was entering my wind-pipe. There was no sign of me gagging on it; it was like I’d done it a million times before, a kind of natural ability that just felt right.

Then it came to the time for Roy to shoot his cum, and he pulled back slightly, so as to shoot each and every bolt of his cum over the surface of my tongue. His first release of cum triggered my orgasm. Terry held onto me like he was tackling a raging bull. He told me some time later, he thought a Spanish fighting bull would have been easier to control.

So after a few minutes, I’d returned to my normal self, and once again, felt first guilty, then angry, and then trapped. And then as I began to wipe myself clean, I felt a wire, a thin electrical flex wire, disappearing up into my front love hole. The other end of the wire was coming out of a small plastic box that lay beside me on the bed.

“What’s this?”
I asked as I held the wire, not daring to pull on it.
Terry answered, “That’ll be ok left in there for now. We’ll put the battery pack into a waist belt for you.”
“But what is it? Why can't you take it out?”
“Don’t worry about it; it’s only a little stimulator. Something we can use to remind you who is in charge.”

I wanted to argue, and insist it was removed, but I knew it would be pointless. So instead I just allowed them to attach the battery pack to a belt which was put around my waist, under my skirt. I finished dressing, but again wasn’t allowed to wear any knickers. Then with us all looking respectable, the partition was once again pulled open.

Terry breezed out as unconcerned as you like, “Well reverend, you can rest assured your lady wife is in first class working order. She’s still a bit tender, but she’ll be right as rain in a couple of days.”

I could see by Michael’s face, he looked more than a little concerned, and ignoring what Terry had said, he look directly at me, from where he lay, still strapped tightly onto the stretcher.
“Are you ok? They didn’t do anything improper to you?”
The last thing I wanted to do was to get him upset, or provoke Ian into showing the video, so out came another lie.
“No dear, of course not. They just examined me, and massaged me with some cream.”

I then tried to change the subject.
“Don’t you think you could undo the straps now, and let Michael sit up?”
Ian answered, “As I’ve just explained to Michael, its all part of these modern rules and regulations we have to keep to. We both know it's silly, but the powers-that-be insist we keep the injured party strapped into the stretcher whilst in transit, it’s like wearing a seat belt.”
“But surely he doesn’t need to be trust down so tightly?”
“Sorry my dear, but they'd crucify me if, god forbid, we had a crash, and he wasn’t adequately restrained.”

I’d decided I was onto a looser, with this request, when suddenly; my love hole began to send out sensations. I froze to the spot, and my legs turned to jelly. I had to turn towards the side cupboard, and use both my hands to take my weight, to prevent myself from falling to the floor. Roy dashed to my assistance, his arms sliding under mine from behind me, as he took my weight, and helped me back to one of the side bench seats. This feeling was still building, so intense inside me, that I lay back in a very un-lady-like slouch, unable to compose myself.

“Shirley. What’s wrong? My god what’s happening to her?”
Called Michael from where he lay.
Roy was sat alongside me, his arms around my shoulder, making sure I didn’t actually slip into a heap on the floor. But it was Terry who answered Michael.
“Don’t get worried reverend. It’s just the inter-vaginal relaxant. It’s set to go through a sequence of internal massages, to help disperse the bruising. Don’t worry; we’ll slip it out once we get to the hospital. It is the quickest and simplest method of relieving her bruising. We wouldn’t use it if she was in public. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to see your wife reacting like this in front of strangers, but as we are all medical men, and you’re her husband, I thought it the best treatment for her condition.”

I heard his words, but I was too far gone to react to them in any way. Michael must have heard him, but the look on his face showed he didn’t really believe the answer. But strapped into the stretcher like that, what could he do?

Then both Terry and Ian came and knelt either side of me, and with my Michael straining his neck muscles to see what they were about to do to me, they each took hold of an ankle and knee apiece, and eased my legs wide open. I slid forwards to the edge of the seat, and Roy who’d been holding my shoulders, now reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt up out of the way.

“For god’s sake! What are you doing to her?”
“Calm down reverend, just watch. The program is almost at the end of its cycle. If your little lady runs to form, she’ll be letting off steam any second now.”
I think Michael was either at a loss for words, or just realised what ever he said would be ignored, and he was powerless to prevent what was taking place. Whatever the case, he just kept silent and watched with the other three while I heaved and eventually began to squirt my love juices from my pulsing love hole.

As I began to come back to my normal self, the guilt poured back with a vengeance, knowing I’d just done that with Michael watching. But Michael was trying to make sense of it, and asking questions.
“Do you really expect me to believe that was necessary?”
“Well yes sir. I do. I can assure you there is no easier, simpler, or better way of relieving the muscle bruising your good lady has sustained. And yes like I said, you wouldn’t want to see her having to go through that kind of performance in public, but, you’re her husband, so I’m sure she will be no more embarrassed having you watching than she would with us medics.”

“I’m sorry, but as much as I appreciate your help in getting me down from the moors, and giving my foot the first aid treatment, I’m going to have to report everything I’ve seen you do to my wife, the second we arrive at the hospital.”
“I would expect nothing less sir. And I can assure you of our fullest cooperation. You can have a copy of the video footage we’ve taken, that shows exactly what has taken place during all the examinations your wife has undergone.”

“Video! What video?”
“Oh sorry, of course, I'd already explained to your good lady, but you wouldn’t know about that. Well it’s like this sir. Just to cover ourselves for instances like this one that has just cropped-up, we video each and every examination of any female patient, unless we have a female nurse present. That way, like I say, anything like this crops-up, when someone suspects misconduct, the video evidence is there to substantiate exactly what we did or didn’t do.”

“So you have that last little episode with my wife on video?”
“We sure do.”
“And what happens to all these videos you take?”
“We keep them in case of future accusations. I’ve got hundreds of them in my safe.”
“That sounds very dubious.”
“It’s a necessary precaution these days. You’re not the first husband to question a medical examination or treatment.”

Michael appeared to be slightly less agitated now, but I'm sure he wasn't totally convinced.
“So you assure me there is absolutely no other way of helping my wife without using that thing inside her.”
“I didn’t say that, I said I believe that to be far the best way, there is a hand held stimulation rod. She’s about due to have another treatment, would you like me to try that this time instead.”

I could see Michael was completely at a loss to know what to believe, or what to do for the best.
“Shirley my dear, what do you think, are you happy to let them continue with this treatment?”
I, of course knew, that their whole pretence was just that, a total sham. And even though they might have saved my Michael using genuine medical knowledge; this so called treatment in progress was just a sexually motivated deception. But if I told Michael this, I thought it might just make things worse, so once again I lied.
“I I don’t really know, they appear to be genuine.”
“Well would you rather they try that other way he just mentioned, or are you ok with that thing doing that to you?”
I knew what ever way they chose to arouse me would be as bad as the next, but I was about to choose the other method, just to please Michael.
“If you think it might be less ... oh god. Ohhhh yes. Ohhhhh...”
The vibration had resumed, and I was no longer able to communicate.

“Look my man; can't you stop that thing for a minute?”
“I would, but I’m afraid it is important to keep to her regular massage timetable. Just then the camper-van stopped, we’d pulled into a deserted road-side car park. The driver Jamie joined the others in the back.
“Why have we stopped?” asked Michael.
“Cos I want to see this wife of yours performing. Getting you to the hospital is way down on my priority list,” answered Jamie. Ian chipped in.
“Anyway reverend, its maybe a good thing Jamie has joined us. What I mean is, all of us have some medical training, but Jamie here has specialist knowledge of the female side of things.”
Terry turned to Jamie, “Have you any particular treatment you think might be more suitable?”

“Well in my opinion, we’d be better to get her back onto the bed in the back. And I’ll get my box of gadgets.”
“There you are reverend, I knew Jamie would come up trumps. Ok lads; give me a hand to get the lovely lady back onto the bed.”

Now a lot of what happened next, and maybe some of what I’ve related already, I only found out some time later, from sitting looking at the video. Because during these arousals; I wasn’t really fully aware of what I, or anyone else was doing.

The three of them helped me back into the bedroom, carrying me on my back, with legs wide open, my hips still pumping up and down. As soon as I was laid out along the bed, Jamie said.
“It’ll be more sensible to strip her.”
With that, my legs were lifted, and they began to undo and take down my skirt.
“What are you doing that for?”
Called Michael from the other end of the van.

The three of them continued, ignoring Michael’s question. But once I was naked, Jamie walked down to where Michael was and knelt down beside him.
“I know all this must appear a bit unusual, but I assure you, it is necessary. If it’ll ease your mind, I’ll get them to take you down nearer to the bed and prop your stretcher up, so you can see exactly what we’re doing. Would you like that?”
Michael replied with a begrudging, “I guess so.”

Michael was brought down near the bed, and his stretcher propped up so he could see everything, and he was only a yard or so from the edge of the bed.
“There you are reverend, from there you’ll be able to see her little pussy squirting when she cums.”
“Come-on now Roy, lets be professional about this. It’s her vagina, and I’m sure the reverend has seen her orgasm many times.”

The look on Michael's face was classic, he obviously had no idea what they meant by squirting. And I’m not sure he even knew women could have and orgasm. So he didn’t appear to know if he should be annoyed or pleased. Just at that moment, Jamie began to hand around various sex toys. Until this moment I’d never seen the like of these devices. And judging by Michaels face, neither had he.

But seeing them, in pink, gold and all manner of sparkly colours; it must have been so obvious to Michael; these could not have been any kind of medical apparatus. There was even imitation penises made of rubber or silicone, but these were monster size, at least ten inches long, and fat as small cucumbers. The men all had a selection of these toys, and with my Michael looking on, Jamie said.

“Right rev. I want you to watch your wife’s pussy very closely. As I pull this vibrating bulb out of her, it’ll drive her nuts, and her pussy is likely to give a squirt or two.”
Michael had now obviously come to the conclusion these men were just using me for their pleasure.
“Look here you charlatans, if you don’t stop this fiasco now, you’ll all be spending a long term behind bars.”
“Don’t be silly reverend. You know we’ve videoed everything we’ve done, and everything has been done with your wife’s consent. Now you just calm down, relax, and watch the show your little lady is about to put on.”

“I’ll make sure you all go to jail if it the last thing I do.”
“That’s up to you, but if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll tape your mouth shut, and stick you on the floor at the other end of the van.”
“Ok you’ve got the better of me now, and I’ll keep quiet; but mark my words, you’ll regret touching my wife.”
“Ok rev, so long as that’s your last word on the subject, you can stay and watch the show.”

“Ok boys, it show time! And Terry, make sure you keep panning back to get a close-up of her face, we want the people to know just how much the little slut is loving it.”
All this time while my Michael had been arguing, I’d been under the influence of this vibrating bulb, so by now I was well and truly thrusting my hips up and down. And my pussy as these men like to call it was also throbbing hard.

But Jamie was right when he said show time was about to start, because as soon as he began to pull on the wire, and that vibrating bud began its journey back out of my love tunnel, my body went wild. Thrashing up and down, with my pussy hole kind of bulging itself almost inside out and then contracting again. I could feel the bulb making its way along, and the nearer it got to my pussy lips, the more frenzied my trashing became.

As it appeared in the opening of my pussy, my pussy gave a massive spasm, spitting it out followed by lashings of sticky juices, which splashed around as my hips thrashed about. The three men were cheering, clapping and generally making rude but basically complimentary comments about my performance. But throughout the whole of my orgasmic display, Michael just watched in silence, his eyes out on stalks, as if he was looking in disbelief.

Now as I calmed down, Michael asked calmly.
“Right, now you've all had your fun, and humiliated both my wife and I, will you please let her get dressed and let us continue to the hospital?”
It was Ian who answered him.
“It’s like this reverend, you want taking to hospital. But the minute we get there, you say you’re going to report us for misconduct, and launch an inquiry into our treatment of your good lady. But one thing you haven’t done is ask your lady wife, if she feels our treatment has been improper or unnecessary.”

“What do you mean? You don’t for one second think my wife likes being abused in such a vulgar manner?”
“Before I answer that, did we rescue you from that rock face?”
“You know you did, but th...”
“But nothing, just answer my questions. Has any of the treatment you’ve received been improper?”
“No. I said before, I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me. But...”
“I said just answer the questions. Ok let’s ask Shirley. Well Shirley, did you hurt yourself in your crotch area?”
“You know I did. I fell onto the top rail of the big gate.”
“I know that, what I’m doing is explaining to your husband what the plain facts of your current situation are. Now, does the vibration stimulus device temporarily reduce the pain?”
“Yes, it takes it away completely, but it comes back again once the affects have worn off.”
“That was going to be my next question, but when it comes back is it worse or better than before?”
“Better, not so intense.”
“So each treatment reduces its severity.”
“It seams to.”
“So I think we can say what we are doing is helping you?”
“I suppose so.”
Then Michael interrupted, his patience had been pushed too far.
“Never mind all that nonsense, you can't for one minute expect me to believe you’re doing that to my wife to make her feel better.”

“Nonsense is it? Are you so bigoted in your beliefs; that you don’t listen to what your own wife is telling you?”
“You’re just trying to cloud the issue with irrelevant rubbish.”
“But that's just your opinion; it’s your wife who is suffering the pain, and it’s your wife who we are treating, so surely she should have a say in the matter? Come on Shirley, let’s hear your views. When we get to the hospital; would you prefer to have an investigation into your treatment, which would involve you being examined yet again by more doctors? Then a panel of experts looking at the videos of you undergoing the treatment we've administered. And finally you will have to sit in front of this panel of strangers to hear them give their decision. So do you think your husband should report us?”
I knew they were as Michael had said, just charlatans, but equally, no, maybe more weighted was Ian’s argument, I didn’t want the investigation and all that went with it. So, even with the knowledge that Michael would feel betrayed, I still sided with Ian.
“Please Michael; if they get going now, so you can get to hospital to get your foot seen-to; let’s just forget all that has happened here.”