The Vicar's Wife Ch. 01

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, if 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 an 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."

Michael spoke up, but I could detect the anger and frustration in his voice. "Ok. Ok. There was no need to have laboured the point; my wife was hardly going to say she wanted all that intrusive attention. But the fact still remains, I don't believe what you've been doing to my wife was recognised medical treatment."

"So now you're the expert on the medical treatments used to treat women's problems?"

"Of course not. But there's no point in arguing, let's just get going. The sooner we get to the hospital, the sooner we'll see the back of you villains."

"And we have your word as a man of god, that when we get you there, there will be no mention of your wife's treatment?"

"Yes. You lot don't deserve to get away with it. And I'm sure my wife is practicing her Christian beliefs, and forgiving those who trespass against her in a more resolute manner than I could ever do. But if she wishes to let this drop, then providing we get underway now, I will abide by her will."

"Ok lads, looks like everybody's happy, so let's get the show on the road. Who's gonna take the next turn at the wheel?"

"Ok, I'll miss her next show," answered Roy, as he got to his feet.

"What do you mean next show? There's not going to be any more of that disgusting behaviour."

Roy had ignored Michael's protest, and was now in the driver's seat, and within seconds the engine was running, and we were off.

Ian looked at Michael and said, "Are you saying you want your wife to suffer the pain?"

"Don't be so stupid, or is it that you think I'm stupid? If you are as you claim medically trained, you must have painkillers of some kind you can give her."

"I see; you still think you're an expert on the medical treatments used to treat women's problems? Well Mr know-it-all; do you have any idea just how strong the dosage of a normal painkiller needs to be to subdue the vaginal nervous system?"

"Of course not."

"I bet your good lady has. Ok Shirley, have you ever suffered period pains?"

I felt embarrassed about answering, and I began to blush.

"Come on love, it's a common enough problem."

"Yes."

"Have you ever tried Aspirin or any other normal painkiller?"

"Yes, but they don't really help."

"There you are Rev. without me prompting her. I'd have to give her a dangerous dosage, to even dull the pain. It takes very specially developed blockers to do any good at all. And as we don't carry that kind of drug, using your good lady's natural pain blocker is obviously the safest and most sensible method. Wouldn't you agree?"

Michael didn't reply, he looked up at me, as if to ask my opinion. But by now, maybe prompted by all this talk about my pain, it had returned, and was making me feel very uncomfortable. Ian instantly picked-up on my distress. "Can't you see she's in pain right now? She was due for more treatment ten minutes ago."

Michael looked bewildered, as he asked, "Are you ok my dear?"

"It's hurting a little, but if you don't think these men are behaving properly, then I'm prepared to suffer the pain until we get to the hospital. If it still as bad then, I'll get the doctors there to examine me."

"See. My wife doesn't want you lecherous beasts anywhere near her."

"You pompous self-indulgent ass! Can't you see the pain she's in, but for the sake of your pride, she's prepared to suffer. And you like the spineless creature you are, are prepared to let her. If you were a real man, you'd ask her outright, which she'd prefer, pain, or the minor embarrassment of our treatment."

Michael again looked my way, and as he did, I felt a sudden twinge of pain. It must have showed on my face. "Is it getting worse?" Had I done that deliberately to push Michael into letting these men abuse me again? I knew these arousals were taking the hurt away, even if it was just because every fibre of my body was being stimulated with sexual hormones! And I guess I have to admit, I'd never before experienced pleasure like these men were giving me. But could I be using my minor injury to deceitfully manoeuvre Michael into a corner?

I replied, "A little."

Ian butted in, "Be a man, ask her."

Michael looked first at Ian with a scowl on his face, and then turning to me, looking totally out of his depth, "Well?"

"I'll do what ever you want."

"No dear. Maybe he's right, perhaps I am being selfish, after all you're the only one who knows just how painful it is."

"I'm sorry Michael, but what they do to me does help."

"There you are; I thought as much." Gibed Ian.

"Don't gloat, just get on with it. And once you've treated her, you leave her alone until she asks you."

Michael was still propped up, and I was sitting on the bed, still naked. Ian came and sat alongside me, and with his arm around my shoulder, he looked across at Michael. "The old-man likes giving his orders, doesn't he?" I couldn't side with Ian, so I just ignored his jibe. "It's like that is it? Ok, if you're gonna get all high and mighty; let's see how you get on without our help."

I looked at him inquisitively, not knowing what he meant.

Then he said, "Get on with it, there's the box of toys, lets see what you can do?"

He expected me to use these sex toys on myself whilst they watched! I sat there petrified, but on looking at Michael, his facial expressions were egging me on, as if he preferred this to having these men doing it to me. But for me, this was ten times more embarrassing. At least while the men were abusing me, I had some kind of excuse that it was out of my control. I reached into the box and picked-up the first thing my fingers landed on, without even looking to see what it was. As my hand came out of the box, I could see I had a bright gold one, maybe just over an inch thick, and about seven or eight inches long. It was hard plastic, with a smooth surface, and a rounded end. I guessed it was supposed to be inserted into my love hole, or pussy as these men called it, to act as a substitute for a penis. Still in a sitting position, I parted my knees, exposing my pussy to the gaze of everyone. Then with my left hand, I used my fingers to open the folds of my pussy, as my right hand lowered this silly thing in between my thighs, and then slowly I moved it towards my hole. As I felt the end of it touch my skin, Ian spoke up.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

I stopped, both hands frozen into that humiliating position, while I looked across towards Ian. "What?"

"Well my dear, its up to you of course, but before I'd ever try to insert anything into such a lovely tight little pussy like yours, I'd always make sure it was fully aroused, and producing lots of that wonderful juice to lubricate it. Otherwise, it will hurt like hell. Oops, sorry vicar. I meant it will hurt like crazy, and could even tear your delicate pussy lining. And another small thing, you haven't turned it on yet."