The pastors wife (Tom and Jasmine) - Rape Board

tom8517 · 02-27-2007, 11:27 AM

I kept silent as they processed me out. The same silence I kept for seven years. The clerk behind the wire enclosed counter handed me back the few possensions I came in with.

We walked across the yard, a guard on each side, they were as glad to see me go as I was to get out. No good luck wishes, no farewell handshakes.

True to his word, Jorge had a car waiting, I didn't know the driver, or much care. I could have done two years instead of seven, had I given up Jorge and the others, but I never would have survived a month, let alone two years.

The driver dropped me off at a new townhouse, mine rent free. A new Hummer in the driveway, with the title in the glove box.

On the table in the kitchen, a bottle of tequila, a note, and a thick envelope.

Glancing in the envelope, $20,000 in hundreds, I picked up the note: muchas gracias mi amigo, para su silencio. Jorge

I started drinking, trying to wash the memory of seven years in a cage away. The hours turned into days, all a blur. Then sunshine pouring in the window, the doorbell ringing. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt, intending to rip the head off of whoever was at the door.

Glancing out, it was a woman, conservativley dressed, but stunning nonetheless. Dark hair, curves her knee length dress couldn't hide. Holding a baskett of some kind and a thermoss of coffee. The prospect of being alone with a woman after all that time dispelled my anger. I opened the door.

Jasmine · 02-28-2007, 02:29 AM

There are two new members to our street this week. The first a nice family of four with two small children. I invite them to visit our church and give them fresh baked banana bread.

My next visit is an unknown. I haven’t seen anyone since the “for sale” sign came down, but there is a car in the drive. Still, it is my Christian duty as the preacher’s wife to meet all of the people in our neighborhood.

Stepping onto the porch, I ring the doorbell. It is a long time before I hear sound inside the house, but eventually a man in a wrinkled tee shirt and jeans answers the door. I fix my smile at the sight of this rough looking man.

“Good morning!” I say brightly. “I am Rev Stephen’s wife, Samatha. I have come to welcome you to the neighborhood and invite you to join us for church on Sunday.” I give him a sweet smile as I extend the banana bread and the coffee. “Just a little something to get your day started off right!”

tom8517 · 02-28-2007, 11:28 AM

I try to flash a friendly non threating smile, looking at this woman my heart starts to race, I can feel my pulse pounding. I can barely make out her scent over the baked goods and coffee. Very light and flowerey. She looks so sweet, so innocent.

"Please excuse my appearance, I'm still getting settled in, had a late night last night. Come in and sit down, that coffee sure smells good." I tell her.

I can see her hesitate, my face would frighten children and small dogs, but I smile again and extend my hand.

She smiles back, and as she walks to the table to put down the baskett and coffee I let my eyes drink in the delightful wiggle in her ass as she walks, the curve of her calves, barely set off by the low heeled shoes she wore. I can feel my prick start to thicken, my mind is made up.

I close the door behind us, slipping the deadbolt on when she is not looking.

I turn to her then and offer her a seat,"so, you're the pastor's wife, that must keep you busy."

Jasmine · 03-01-2007, 02:23 AM

I feel better now th at he is smiling and has apologized for his appearance. I step into the house and put the bread and coffee on the table. He soon joins me and I offer him some coffee. He attempt at conversation puts me at ease. "Yes, you would be surprised how much there is to do! Baking, visiting, clubs and church activties keep me very busy. Would you like me to slice the banana bread?"

tom8517 · 03-01-2007, 12:59 PM

"yes, please." She leans forward to slice the bread, I look down at her legs, the hem of her dress having slightly risen when she sat down. I let my mind wander back, remembering the feeling of nylon on a womans leg.

I get up and close the drapes on all the windows, she glances up at me with a questioning look. I smile again, "sorry, my eyes are a little light sensitive, it's very bright today."

Jasmine · 03-01-2007, 10:13 PM

His moments cause a rising panic. I think that I need to leave, but I do not want to offend the newcomer. "Well, I guess I need to get back home. I have many more chores to do today." I tell him as I stand to go. "Just return the thermos when you are finished with the coffee. If there is anything else I can do to help, let me know. We are the white house on the corner."

tom8517 · 03-01-2007, 10:22 PM

I move so that I stand between you and the door. I drop the pretense of the friendly smile and openly leer at you.

"You seem nervous Mrs. Stevens, am I making you nervous?" I take a step closer, "may I call you Samamtha?" I lick my lips as I continue to stare at you.

"Am I frightening you Samamtha? Are you worried about what might happen next?"

Jasmine · 03-01-2007, 10:27 PM

I feel the chill of fear run through my body at your obvious leer. "Look Mr.....I am leaving now. People know I am here and will be looking for me very soon." I say as I glance around for something to use as a weapon and finding only boxes.

"No, you may not call me Samantha. You may call me gone!" I tell him firmly. "Now, open the door and let me pass." I wait for his reaction, wondering what I will do if he doesn't move.

tom8517 · 03-01-2007, 10:35 PM

I ignore your request to leave and take another step closer. "Let me tell you a little about myself Mrs. Stevens" smirking at you, as I mockingly agree not to use your first name.

"I spent the last seven years in a Federal prison, a little problem I had with customs at the Mexican border. Seven years is a long time to go without a woman, don't you think Mrs Stevens?"

Jasmine · 03-02-2007, 10:19 PM

I take a step back as he advances. My eyes widen for a second with the news of his criminal record. I think quickly. "I'm sure that it is. I am married, but can introduce you to some single women at the church." I bump into a box and look down to maneuver my way around it.

tom8517 · 03-02-2007, 11:51 PM

"Why should I wait to meet some church social wall flower when I got all the woman I need right here?" I step closer, I can hear fear in your voice, see it in your eyes, I feed on it, it just makes me want you more.

"Your husbands a lucky man, Mrs Stevens, I'm gonna find out just how good he has it." I pick up a length of rope that been used for packing and take another step.

Jasmine · 03-03-2007, 12:05 AM

Backing into yet another box, I turn and look to navigate around it. "You need to stop this now. I really would like to leave now." Even I can hear the panic rising in my voice.

tom8517 · 03-03-2007, 12:20 AM

the pleading in your voice, the terror on your face is an incredible turn on. All the frustrations of the last seven years, everything I've missed runs through my mind.

"your not going anywhere, not till I've had my fill of that hot little body of yours." I take the last step, pin your arms to your sides and force my mouth down on yours.

Jasmine · 03-03-2007, 09:16 PM

I try to close my mouth but his tongue forces it's way inside. I try turning my head, but cannot. I try to move my arms but he has them in what feels like a vise grip. I try to move my feet and find that I can! I give him hard kick in the groin and run for the front door.

tom8517 · 03-05-2007, 10:56 AM

My knees buckle and I almost go down in pain. I look up and see you frantically pulling at the door, not realizing in your panic that the deadbolt is on. I half run, half stumble over to the door, sink my fingers into your hair and pull you back.

"You fucking little bitch." I snarl at you as I fling you on the couch by your hair. "I'm going to make sure this hurts" I tell you as I approach the sofa, unbuckling my pants as I come.

Jasmine · 03-05-2007, 10:45 PM

I make it to the door but it won't open. I frantically look over my shoulder to check on his location. Desperately turning the knob, I pull and am frustrated that it won't open. About the time I hear him behind me, I realize he locked the deadbolt. I reach for it, my fingers touching it as he grabs my hair and pulls me backward.

He throws me onto the couch and I land with my face to the back. I wiggle and turn in time to see him unbuckle his pants. "NO! NO! NO!" Finally getting turned around and facing him, I land a kick to his thigh and force him backward. I bolt from the couch.

tom8517 · 03-06-2007, 08:53 PM

This kick knocks me off balance but does no real damage. As you run past toward the door I dive at you tackling you around the waist, driving you to the floor.

I force you over on to your back, pinning your shoulders to the floor with my knees and sink my fingers into your firm breasts, kneading and squeezing thru the material of your dress.

Jasmine · 03-06-2007, 09:14 PM

I buck my hips up and down to try and kick you off of me. I can't budge you! My screams of "NOOO!" fall on deaf ears. I smell the beer on your breath mixed with the odor from sleep. Your knees nailing my wrists to the floor. No matter how hard I try to leverage myself, I can't budge you.

Your fingers maul my breasts causing me to cry out in pain. I look up at you with tears in my eyes and see the blackness of nothingness. That frightens me even more.

tom8517 · 03-06-2007, 09:59 PM

I pull the length of rope I picked up earlier from my pocket and force your hands toghether, fighting to tie your wrists as you struggle madly. finally binding your hands I tie the other end of the rope to a leg of the sofa.

As you buck wildy and try to kick me I work your dress up your shapley legs.

"What's wrong honey, you never had it while you were tied up before? The Rev. has been neglecting your education."

Jasmine · 03-06-2007, 10:19 PM

You knees are breaking my wrists, but I am glad when you stop mangling my breasts. They ache. The rope scares me and I start to fight the moment your knees move off of my wrists. It doesn't matter, you tie them anyway. I still have my legs free and I use them to keep your hands away from me for a moment or two. Your touch disgusts me but your words ignite my anger.

"You shall burn in hell for this! There can be no forgiveness for this! Stop now or lose your soul. I'll make sure you meet the devil before the day is over!" I scream.

02-27-2007, 11:27 AM	#1
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	The pastors wife (Tom and Jasmine) I kept silent as they processed me out. The same silence I kept for seven years. The clerk behind the wire enclosed counter handed me back the few possensions I came in with. We walked across the yard, a guard on each side, they were as glad to see me go as I was to get out. No good luck wishes, no farewell handshakes. True to his word, Jorge had a car waiting, I didn't know the driver, or much care. I could have done two years instead of seven, had I given up Jorge and the others, but I never would have survived a month, let alone two years. The driver dropped me off at a new townhouse, mine rent free. A new Hummer in the driveway, with the title in the glove box. On the table in the kitchen, a bottle of tequila, a note, and a thick envelope. Glancing in the envelope, $20,000 in hundreds, I picked up the note: muchas gracias mi amigo, para su silencio. Jorge I started drinking, trying to wash the memory of seven years in a cage away. The hours turned into days, all a blur. Then sunshine pouring in the window, the doorbell ringing. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt, intending to rip the head off of whoever was at the door. Glancing out, it was a woman, conservativley dressed, but stunning nonetheless. Dark hair, curves her knee length dress couldn't hide. Holding a baskett of some kind and a thermoss of coffee. The prospect of being alone with a woman after all that time dispelled my anger. I opened the door. Last edited by tom8517; 02-27-2007 at 02:35 PM.

03-01-2007, 10:35 PM	#9
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	I ignore your request to leave and take another step closer. "Let me tell you a little about myself Mrs. Stevens" smirking at you, as I mockingly agree not to use your first name. "I spent the last seven years in a Federal prison, a little problem I had with customs at the Mexican border. Seven years is a long time to go without a woman, don't you think Mrs Stevens?" Last edited by tom8517; 03-01-2007 at 10:39 PM.

03-06-2007, 08:53 PM	#17
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	This kick knocks me off balance but does no real damage. As you run past toward the door I dive at you tackling you around the waist, driving you to the floor. I force you over on to your back, pinning your shoulders to the floor with my knees and sink my fingers into your firm breasts, kneading and squeezing thru the material of your dress. Last edited by tom8517; 03-06-2007 at 09:26 PM.

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02-28-2007, 02:29 AM	#2
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	There are two new members to our street this week. The first a nice family of four with two small children. I invite them to visit our church and give them fresh baked banana bread. My next visit is an unknown. I haven’t seen anyone since the “for sale” sign came down, but there is a car in the drive. Still, it is my Christian duty as the preacher’s wife to meet all of the people in our neighborhood. Stepping onto the porch, I ring the doorbell. It is a long time before I hear sound inside the house, but eventually a man in a wrinkled tee shirt and jeans answers the door. I fix my smile at the sight of this rough looking man. “Good morning!” I say brightly. “I am Rev Stephen’s wife, Samatha. I have come to welcome you to the neighborhood and invite you to join us for church on Sunday.” I give him a sweet smile as I extend the banana bread and the coffee. “Just a little something to get your day started off right!”

02-28-2007, 11:28 AM	#3
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	I try to flash a friendly non threating smile, looking at this woman my heart starts to race, I can feel my pulse pounding. I can barely make out her scent over the baked goods and coffee. Very light and flowerey. She looks so sweet, so innocent. "Please excuse my appearance, I'm still getting settled in, had a late night last night. Come in and sit down, that coffee sure smells good." I tell her. I can see her hesitate, my face would frighten children and small dogs, but I smile again and extend my hand. She smiles back, and as she walks to the table to put down the baskett and coffee I let my eyes drink in the delightful wiggle in her ass as she walks, the curve of her calves, barely set off by the low heeled shoes she wore. I can feel my prick start to thicken, my mind is made up. I close the door behind us, slipping the deadbolt on when she is not looking. I turn to her then and offer her a seat,"so, you're the pastor's wife, that must keep you busy."

03-01-2007, 02:23 AM	#4
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	I feel better now th at he is smiling and has apologized for his appearance. I step into the house and put the bread and coffee on the table. He soon joins me and I offer him some coffee. He attempt at conversation puts me at ease. "Yes, you would be surprised how much there is to do! Baking, visiting, clubs and church activties keep me very busy. Would you like me to slice the banana bread?"

03-01-2007, 12:59 PM	#5
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	"yes, please." She leans forward to slice the bread, I look down at her legs, the hem of her dress having slightly risen when she sat down. I let my mind wander back, remembering the feeling of nylon on a womans leg. I get up and close the drapes on all the windows, she glances up at me with a questioning look. I smile again, "sorry, my eyes are a little light sensitive, it's very bright today."

03-01-2007, 10:13 PM	#6
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	His moments cause a rising panic. I think that I need to leave, but I do not want to offend the newcomer. "Well, I guess I need to get back home. I have many more chores to do today." I tell him as I stand to go. "Just return the thermos when you are finished with the coffee. If there is anything else I can do to help, let me know. We are the white house on the corner."

03-01-2007, 10:22 PM	#7
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	I move so that I stand between you and the door. I drop the pretense of the friendly smile and openly leer at you. "You seem nervous Mrs. Stevens, am I making you nervous?" I take a step closer, "may I call you Samamtha?" I lick my lips as I continue to stare at you. "Am I frightening you Samamtha? Are you worried about what might happen next?"

03-01-2007, 10:27 PM	#8
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	I feel the chill of fear run through my body at your obvious leer. "Look Mr.....I am leaving now. People know I am here and will be looking for me very soon." I say as I glance around for something to use as a weapon and finding only boxes. "No, you may not call me Samantha. You may call me gone!" I tell him firmly. "Now, open the door and let me pass." I wait for his reaction, wondering what I will do if he doesn't move.

03-02-2007, 10:19 PM	#10
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	I take a step back as he advances. My eyes widen for a second with the news of his criminal record. I think quickly. "I'm sure that it is. I am married, but can introduce you to some single women at the church." I bump into a box and look down to maneuver my way around it.

03-02-2007, 11:51 PM	#11
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	"Why should I wait to meet some church social wall flower when I got all the woman I need right here?" I step closer, I can hear fear in your voice, see it in your eyes, I feed on it, it just makes me want you more. "Your husbands a lucky man, Mrs Stevens, I'm gonna find out just how good he has it." I pick up a length of rope that been used for packing and take another step.

03-03-2007, 12:05 AM	#12
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	Backing into yet another box, I turn and look to navigate around it. "You need to stop this now. I really would like to leave now." Even I can hear the panic rising in my voice.

03-03-2007, 12:20 AM	#13
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	the pleading in your voice, the terror on your face is an incredible turn on. All the frustrations of the last seven years, everything I've missed runs through my mind. "your not going anywhere, not till I've had my fill of that hot little body of yours." I take the last step, pin your arms to your sides and force my mouth down on yours.

03-03-2007, 09:16 PM	#14
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	I try to close my mouth but his tongue forces it's way inside. I try turning my head, but cannot. I try to move my arms but he has them in what feels like a vise grip. I try to move my feet and find that I can! I give him hard kick in the groin and run for the front door.

03-05-2007, 10:56 AM	#15
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	My knees buckle and I almost go down in pain. I look up and see you frantically pulling at the door, not realizing in your panic that the deadbolt is on. I half run, half stumble over to the door, sink my fingers into your hair and pull you back. "You fucking little bitch." I snarl at you as I fling you on the couch by your hair. "I'm going to make sure this hurts" I tell you as I approach the sofa, unbuckling my pants as I come.

03-05-2007, 10:45 PM	#16
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	I make it to the door but it won't open. I frantically look over my shoulder to check on his location. Desperately turning the knob, I pull and am frustrated that it won't open. About the time I hear him behind me, I realize he locked the deadbolt. I reach for it, my fingers touching it as he grabs my hair and pulls me backward. He throws me onto the couch and I land with my face to the back. I wiggle and turn in time to see him unbuckle his pants. "NO! NO! NO!" Finally getting turned around and facing him, I land a kick to his thigh and force him backward. I bolt from the couch.

03-06-2007, 09:14 PM	#18
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	I buck my hips up and down to try and kick you off of me. I can't budge you! My screams of "NOOO!" fall on deaf ears. I smell the beer on your breath mixed with the odor from sleep. Your knees nailing my wrists to the floor. No matter how hard I try to leverage myself, I can't budge you. Your fingers maul my breasts causing me to cry out in pain. I look up at you with tears in my eyes and see the blackness of nothingness. That frightens me even more.

03-06-2007, 09:59 PM	#19
tom8517 Privileged Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 1,065 Reputation: 14858	I pull the length of rope I picked up earlier from my pocket and force your hands toghether, fighting to tie your wrists as you struggle madly. finally binding your hands I tie the other end of the rope to a leg of the sofa. As you buck wildy and try to kick me I work your dress up your shapley legs. "What's wrong honey, you never had it while you were tied up before? The Rev. has been neglecting your education."

03-06-2007, 10:19 PM	#20
Jasmine Privileged Member Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,352 Reputation: 20045	You knees are breaking my wrists, but I am glad when you stop mangling my breasts. They ache. The rope scares me and I start to fight the moment your knees move off of my wrists. It doesn't matter, you tie them anyway. I still have my legs free and I use them to keep your hands away from me for a moment or two. Your touch disgusts me but your words ignite my anger. "You shall burn in hell for this! There can be no forgiveness for this! Stop now or lose your soul. I'll make sure you meet the devil before the day is over!" I scream.