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From Polygamist Bride to Lesbian Mistress
by anonymous

The year is 1915 the place is Green River, Utah and I have just returned from Emery Town the county seat on the 3:15 train. I am stunned, shocked and overwhelmed at the news that I received on my trip. I am free at last and will not be sealed along with my two sister wives to Jonathan Smith, Jacob’s twin brother. I, Elizabeth at the age of 22 and the eldest wife of Jacob Smith, have become the richest widow and largest land owner in the Gunnison Valley, having buried my seventy five-year-old husband just three days prior. My late husband’s lawyer, Judge Lung informed me that since the State of Utah doesn’t recognize plural marriages, and since I am the only one of Jacob’s three wives who has proof of a civil marriage that I am to be the sole inheritor of his estate.

Jacob’s holding included his saw mill, a grist mill, a thousand head cattle and sheep ranch, three thousand acre of fertile farm lands along the Green River, a hundred thousand in gold, at the First National Bank in Salt Lake City, the General Mercantile store and a 75% interest in the Palmer Hotel as well as several smaller business ventures. Having read Jacob’s will on the day of his death, I inquired about Jonathan, Jacob’s many children, twenty in total and my two sister wives Mary eighteen and June just fourteen years old? The judge chuckled and said Jacob religious beliefs and his hand written will leaving his entire estate, including his wives to his twin brother has no legal standing according to State and Federal Legislation. He explained I was a lucky woman to have the documentation I had, and that it was completely up to me what I did with my considerable wealth.

I am now free of fear and reprisal to tell the story of my life! Before I delve into the lurid and graphic details of plural sexual intimacies of marriage with the man my father believed to a prophet, a little history of my two families.

Jacob and my father were both childhood friends and pious Mormons until Utah became a Territory in 1850. Each of them came to believe that Church Elders betray the brethren and their faith by abandoning the principle of plural marriage as set out in sacred scripture and rooted in tenet set forth by Joseph Smith. They steadfastly believed that heaven's laws came before man made legislation.

Jacob had a revelation to move to the unsettled lands of the Gunnison Valley which he confided to my father. He foresaw together they would prosper there and like minded men would join them, and this would be a place where they could follow the principal without fear of repercussions.

Father being industrious did well acquiring a five hundred-acre cattle and sheep rancher and in 1886 took a second spiritual wife, my mother Ellen, who had just turned fifteen years of age. After giving birth to two still born boys I arrived in 1888. Mama has since birthed seven other children, five boys and three more girls. Jacob was a more astute business man than my father when the railroad arrived in 1883; he became rich supplying lumber from his saw mill for the bridge that spanned the river, rail ties and station that were built. He invested in the Palmer Hotel which became a scheduled stop for trains from both directions. The valley's population exploded; the place was no longer just a river ferry crossing. Our little hamlet of small farms had become a boom town when it became a watering stop with switching yards, engine sheds and stock yard. Jacob’s prophecies came true, as did his foreseeing most of the railroad operations being moved to Beaver, Utah. With the ensuring decline in population, he encouraged the brethren to purchase land and enter occupations that could sustain them, their wives and families.

Together those who believed as father and Jacob built a proper Sanctuary. Jacob was looked up as an apostle and elected president of the Church. Our little community thought itself an independent fundamentalist community. I studied scripture and the Book of Mormon daily and began learning the role of a woman under the tutelage of my mother and her sister wives, and it was preached every Sunday that the way to Kingdom was to become a spiritual bride and freely enter polygamy. Celestial wives were to procreate, be pleasing and an industry helper to their husband. Above all else spiritual wives were to be docile, obedient, and subservient to her husband in all things.

My passage from girlhood to womanhood was dramatic and terrifying. I awoke one winter morning of my twelfth year to find the crotch of my nightgown stained with blood. I became hysterical until Mother arrived upstairs and calmed me. Raising the blood-soaked nightie to my waist she had me lay back and spread my thighs. Washing the menstrual blood from my vagina, she asks me if I remember the wicked names for what was between a woman’s legs. Blushing I nodded yes. Spreading my quim, the name I preferred for the slit between my legs, she traced around my inner lips and began to stroking my clitoris saying, “Elizabeth, men don’t use medical terms for female parts. Now tell me the naughty words for what I’m touching.”

Her touch has sent a jolt of pleasure through me. “My clit, clitty, or button” I gasp in a whisper! Squeezing my crotch she snapped “And this!” Feeling warm all over I grabbed her wrist and replied in a pant, “Mama it my quim, my pussy; my cunt.” Rising she looked down on me “You’re fertile Elizabeth, able to produce babies; soon, you’ll have a husband. Do you remember the slang word men use for making love?” Blushing again I did indeed remember the word it was fucking. Husbands liked to fuck their wives. I remember her telling me.

Brushing the hair from my eyes she caressed my cheek saying, “First things first; it’s time to show you how to handle the CURSE! Stay in bed; I’ll be back in a minute with everything we will need.” Returning she sat on the edge of the bed next to me. Hold up a slender cheesecloth bag she had instructed me to sew. She asks, “Do you remember making several of these little bags.” I nodded yes. Taking some combed cotton from her apron pocket, used in making quilts, she stretched it out and folded it up until was about two to three inches wide and about six inches long. She then inserted this cotton into the little cheesecloth bag and lay it over my quim. “This is a menstrual pad; it absorbs the blood that will flow from your pussy for the next four to five days. The pad must be changed every day; throw away the cotton, then wash and boil the bag so it can be used again. Always keep a supply of these pads made up so you're ready the next time the curse occurs,” she explained.

Holding up an old square of flannel material; somewhat larger than a dinner napkin she shook it out and folded it into thirds and lay this over the cheesecloth bag then announced, “pull this between your legs before putting on your knickers it will keep your friend” patting the pad now covering my pelvis “from falling out,” she winked.

Showing me her perfume atomizer she asked, “Remember learning to make rose and lavender water last year,” she beamed.” “Yes,” I smiled; it wasn’t complicated and the resulting brew smelled delightfully. Pointing her perfume bottle between my legs she sprayed the flannel covering my crotch several times saying, “This makes a women smell good and feel attractive, while taking care of any unpleasant odors that can develop during the course of the curse.

Standing she caressed my cheek saying, “Now get dressed little woman, we have work to do, and I must inform your father that its time to find a husband for you. Soon, you’ll be a spiritual bride!" Having tightly pulled the flannel between my legs, I struggled into my pantaloons crying, “But Mama, I am not yet thirteen!” Turning mother claps me to her bosom muttering, “You’re fertile, a woman now dear, I pray that whoever your father and the elders chose for you is kind, gentle, and patient in correcting and training you. Remember darling always be obedient and respectful of any older sister wives your husband may have and never become jealous and envious of any younger spiritual bride he may some day acquire. Love them and they will love you!”

That Sunday after services' father remained at the temple while his three wives returned to our house to prepare family traditional Sunday communal meal. After supper father announced why he had not accompanied us home, standing, he announced proudly, “I, Jacob and the other elders convened a marriage conclave this afternoon; it was a unanimous that Jacob and Elizabeth will be sealed together in life and the Kingdom for eternity two weeks from today.” Mama, June and Sarah her sister wives rushed to hug and congratulate me. Excitedly they began to discuss what I would need for my dowry. Everyone mistook my tears as those of joy and happiness, but I was heartbroken. Jacob wasn’t what I desired or thought of for a mate for life. He was old, as old as Papa, with white hair and long bread not at all what I wanted my husband to be.

As mother tucked me into bed that night, I was still crying and told her, “I DID NOT WANT JACOB AS MY HUSBAND!” Taking me by the shoulder she shook me hard saying, “Jacob is an apostle and messenger of the faith. Being his celestial bride will assure your entry into the Kingdom. He is a wealth man; your life on this earth will be easy as one of his wives. You will have many luxuries compare to those spiritual wives who struggle to provide for their families. You are young and beautiful. Jacob will dote on and pamper you. Be grateful and learn to please him, especially in the marriage bed. Your father did well for you; now do not bring shame on him and me by refusing this marriage. Your Papa loves you so much; he has privately gotten Jacob to agree to a civil ceremony as well as the sealing ceremony at the temple. Now go to sleep, let’s hear no more nonsense you are to be Jacob Smith’s third wife; you will learn to love him, just as I learned to love your Papa.”

The day of my marriage to Jacob was marked not by two ceremonies but three. Two were public and the third was secret, involving Jacob’s attitude about sexual intimacies and duties his wives were expected to perform. The first was at the Temple were after the washing and anointing, I was sealed in marriage to not only to Jacob but also to his two wives. After many congratulations and a light lunch at the Palmer Hotel, Jacob dispatched his eldest wife at the time; fifty-four year-old Emma to finish the preparations of what would become my new home. Joan, thirty-five and very pretty, seemed delighted to have me as a sister wife accompanied Jacob, father, and I on the train to the county courthouse. After a very short muttering of, I do’s and signing of papers, we all again boarded the train for Green River late in the day..

As this was my first every ride on the train, Joan requested Jacob’s permission for she and I to view the tracks and scenery from the caboose. Having gained his approval, she and I raced together to the very back of the train. After gazing at the rapidly retreating country side; Joan put her arms around me and unexpectedly kisses me on the lips. Then kissing my ear, she whispered, “Kiss me again; but this time darling part your lips a little. It's the way French Royalty and European gentry kiss those that they love.” Our lips met again and with this kiss, her tongue danced around my mouth, and before it ended in what seen like an eternity later, I was breathless and a warm flush enveloped my whole being. Having never kissed a woman on the lips, I blushingly bowed my head. Hugging me Joan said, “Elizabeth, you are easily aroused, and I pray this will not change. Tonight, my darling, Jacob will explain his secret revelations concerning women and marital dues and begin your training. Some sex acts at first may be repulsive, thought of as sins, even contrary to the teaching of the faith but an obedient wife receives her rewards not in this life but in the hereafter. Remember always that I love you, we’re sealed for eternity, and I will do all I can to bring you joy and happiness in the marriage bed.” Knowing only that to create babies a man must put his thing inside a woman I couldn’t comprehend what other things a male and female could do in bed but said nothing, I began to wish the sun to stand still in the sky so darkness and night might not come.

I arrived at my new home a half-mile outside town just as the sun was setting. It was a beautiful three-story Victorian, which overlooks the river; it had belonged to Erica, Jacob’s oldest wife who was taken by influenza the winter of 1898. Helping both Joan and me down from the carriage Jacob held me around the waist and gestured toward the house, “This is to be yours my wife, Emma and Joan have worked diligently these weeks preparing it for you.” Turning he placed Joan’s hand in mine saying, “Show your sister wife her home; I must see to the carriage and horses.”

The house was large, twice the size of the home mother shared with father. We found Emma setting out plates at one end of the huge dinning table she hurried into the massive kitchen as we followed. Stirring a pot she looked up saying, “Supper will be ready soon, has Joan showed you the upper floors and the master bedroom and bath.” “Not yet” I stated as Emma interrupted, “You two must hurry. Jacob will be in soon. Our husband has informed me he is to explain to Elizabeth the Atonement Ritual, after telling her of the Secret Revelation before we consummate the sealing.” Joan turned pale and hurried me from the room as I whispered in astonishment, “Atonement Rituals, and Consummation what is to happen?” As we ascend the stairs to the upper rooms Joan pleaded, “Darling, all will be revealed to you tonight, please don’t betray Emma or myself.” As tears filled my eyes, I hugged Joan and begged, “Tell me please, what Jacob will do to me?” Taking her handkerchief she dried my tears whispering to me. “Sex the first time for every woman is painful if she is virgin but darling I promise that it can become enjoyable for the woman; remember always sister wives have a bond like no other. I will do my best to nurture, shield, and protect you but let’s not mention Emma’s slip of the tongue, OK Darling?”

Showing me the bath Joan ticked me saying, “Both Emma and I are envious darling, we have no such modern luxuries as indoor plumbing or electricity in our homes, Jacob has only recently allowed us to install telephones. Emma and I talk regularly instead of just on Sundays. Now we are closer than every; but I must warn you it is a party-line so never speak of personal things because you never know who is listening.” Quickly showing me the master bedroom and the huge canopy bed she proudly announced, “It’s my gift to you darling. I persuaded Jacob to custom order it. It’s is hand carved and shipped all the way from San Francisco and the sheets that came with it are pure silk.” Taking my hand in hers she ran both over the material. “So smooth” I gasp! “But why such a large bed” I queried? Winking; she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the door, “Supper is probably on the table, and Jacob has stabled the horses; we mustn’t be late to the table.”

In the dinning room, Jacob was seated at the head of the table. Emma sat to his left so Joan and I occupied the place setting on the right. The meal smelled delicious, and I was eager to eat. Jacob had us all join hands and blessed the evening meal. Breaking the silence as we ate Emma ask if I was pleased with the home Jacob had provided. “Yes,” I chimed “everything is so beautiful, but it’s so large. I don’t know how I will manage it.” “Elizabeth dear” she smirked, “I am sure with those wide hips and budding breast of yours this house will be filled in no time with yours and Jacob’s children who will become his workers.” Jacob erupted, turning; he slapped Emma and declared, “Silence Bitch! Two demerits -- mark them now in your book and apologize to Elizabeth.” As Emma erupted into tears, Jacob patted my hand saying, “I’m sorry you had to witness this so soon my darling.” Turning to Emma he commanded, “It’s an apology or should I add a penance also!” Emma quickly returned to her pocket a small book that she had hastily written something in as she muttered, “No please Jacob. Please forgive me!” With tears streaming down her cheeks, she faced me begging, “Elizabeth darling, I meant no disrespect. Please forgive a barren old sister wife for her envy for one so fertile and who can give her husband what he desires as I no longer can. “Blushing I bowed my head saying, “I want to be a mother, I do so love children, I took your remark as a complement sister wife Emma.” Joan squeezed my hand under the table in what I took to be approval as Jacob cleared his throat.

Jacob took my hand in his saying, “Darling, I was going to explain how a wife is expected to act during marriage later tonight but now seem to be an appropriate starting point. The honeymoon my dear is a time when we learn about one another’s spirits, minds, emotions, and bodies. I was hoping for an enjoyable honeymoon week for us all, but I will not tolerate jealousy within my families.. You see my dear I must be a disciplinarian to maintain harmony or our ways of life will disappear. I have required all my wives to keep a book, where they keep track of their and their children’s misdeed and mistakes. The book is reviewed on my visits to their homes. Children are punished and discipline and then the night before I leave each wife atones by submitting to discipline and corrections so all can be forgiven unit the next visit. Because Emma can’t control her tongue, you will witness her Atonement Ritual for yourself later this evening.” Releasing my hand he tilted Emma’s bowed head up until her tear filled eyes were level with his. “You’re still desirable Emma; my love for you is endless. Did I not bring you to sexual ecstasy twice last night? Our meal is now over; its 8:30 after clearing the table, I want each of you to change into your finest nightgown and report to my study at exactly at 9:00 p.m.” As Jacob left the room I looked questioningly at both my sisters’ wives and ask not believing what had just transpired “What is going on and what will happen at nine.” Joan pinched my bottom and whispered, “Be quite you ninny. Jacob has forbidden us to speak of our intimacies. Just trust me that all will be revealed. It may be painful for you even shameful, but as I told you on the train in time you will adjust and may even come to enjoy what our husband deems sexually acceptable.” Emma raced around the table and hugged me tightly to herself pleading. “Please don’t hate us Elizabeth, both Joan and I will do all we can to guide you!” Joan ended things before I could ask anything else by saying. “It’s 8:40 we must clear the table and change before nine o’clock.

I trembled with foreboding and ominous uncertainties as I change from my wedding cloths into my new nightgown. What was Jacob going to do to Emma? Jacob has said I would have a book and what kinds of things would I write in it? What’s involved in this Atonement Ritual, and what Secret Revelation had Jacob foreseen? Are Joan and Emma going to participate in the sex with Jacob and me? Mama had said that physical intimacy between a husband and wife was more than a symbolic union – she said the sexual act was a uniting of souls. I was so confused – mama had said sex would be only between me and my husband. She taught me the medical term for a man’s sex organs -- testicles and penis; as well as the term's men like to use. She said Papa sometimes referred to this penis as his member, rod, dick or cock, and she even learned to call his testicles such as his balls or nuts. Surly I will die of embarrassment if I must be naked in front of my sister wives. What if my Jacob prefers the naughty term mama taught me for the female anatomy? What if he refers to my breasts – as knockers, tits or boobs and my vagina as twat, cunt, or pussy in front of Joan and Emma? And what of the words fuck and fucking those terms are so vulgar and lewd to me. I much prefer love making to describe what a husband and wife do in bed. Glancing at the clock it reads 8:57, looking in the mirror, I pinch my cheeks hard to add a bit of color then rush down stairs.

Joining my sister wives at the entrance to the study, I noted that we all three were wearing the same style and cut of nightgown. The only difference between us was that they each had a small red cloth pouch attached to their wrist, and Emma was holding a black leather case. Upon knocking and being told to enter, Jacob arose and took the bag from Emma, placing it upon the corner of the desk.

Turning he spoke, “Please form a circle, join hands and kneel here before me my wives” Once we were in position he slowly circled us several times as though gathering his thoughts. Stopping behind me, he used both his hands to tilt my head back and looked deeply into my eyes.

“What is said here tonight must never be repeated my dearest wife? Both Emma and Joan have heard it before and have agreed to its secrecy. When I was a young man of merely twenty, I undertook a special mission for all our brethren to learn of sex among the Gentiles. The elders had arranged employment for me at a house of ill fame in San Francisco. I was to work and live at an upscale brothel which unknown to the prostitutes and clients, there were numerous viewing and listening portals in each of its rooms. I was to spy upon, watch and listen to these unbelievers while they engaged in various sex acts. I saw many sins committed there: sodomy between man and woman, women folding each other's breasts and kissing each other's genitals. I even observed a woman down on their knees sucking the organ of a man with her mouth. Their language for such acts were just a blasphemous they used terms such as blow-job, cock-sucking, bum fucking, even a sex position they called dog-fucking.

I’m telling you this dear Elizabeth so you will understand the den of wickedness and depravity I was ordered to learn about and observe. Being a mortal man I must confess, many of these sexual acts did arouse me in a sexual way, and it is with great shame that I again confess that I became a sinner while there. I indulged in the very acts I was sent to observe and report on.

My guilt was such that I fasted and praying for four days. My repentance was the next day I would become a Eunuch -- to castrate myself and cut off my sex organ, but as I slept that night, a revelation was manifested that save me. I dreamed I was naked alone in a clearing heating a knife in a fire ready to mutilate myself when the fire began to smoke profusely, and this smoke gathered in the form of a faceless being; that spoke saying, “Why are you doing this Jacob?” Dropping to my knees I confess to being a sinner and unworthy. “No Jacob,” the smoking figure began to flash as if lighting were within, “The fruits of your seed await you, look into the flames and see your mansion that awaits you in the here after.” There in the flames I beheld the highest level of the Kingdom and me with many wives and a multitude of children.

The voice then told me that while on earth, I was merely a mortal man, and I would fall prey to temptations but upon death and entry in the Kingdom all persons become perfect being without temptations. To absolve this sin you are given a dispensation -- to freely engage in the pleasure of the flesh, but these sexual indulgences can only be with your sealed wives, the sexual acts must occur within the bedrooms of your homes, and your wives are required to remove their temple garments. You and your wives are to be naked as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden. Every pleasure of the flesh is yours to enjoy together but periodically your wives must undergo an Atonement Ritual. Each sex act must be written down in a code of your design to ensure none are over looked for to do so mean damnation for you, your wives and every member of your families. This penitence will insure your wives are obedient and dutiful in preparation for the hereafter. Gaze now into the flames and you will see the lands and wealth given unto you so that you may become a defender of polygamy. This time as I looked into the flames; I saw all that has transpired since coming to this valley, the coming of the train, the departure of all be a few of the Gentiles and a community that lives and believes in the principal.”

I could not believe what I was hearing; I glanced hesitantly at both my sister wives, both had their heads bowed as each gripped my hand tightly in theirs. Was Jacob actually telling me that I would commit sinful acts on my wedding night? Surly this was some nightmare I was having; no husband could expect his wife to remove her temple garments; this was something every man and woman of the faith swore never to remove. All this talk of pleasures of the flesh and this Atonement Ritual and keeping track of sins must be some trick of the Satan to steal our souls. Not wishing to hear anymore I fell to the floor sobbing.

Joan lifted me up and cradles my head on her shoulder gently stroked my hair softly uttered, “Elizabeth, darling it is true! Jacob is a seer; both Emma and I have accepted his vision and know that we both will be in paradise for eternity. Emma was now embracing me from the back and muttering, “Elizabeth, darling the concept of Jacob Revelation is not an easy one for a woman to accept; we know you have questions and concerns. Please just ask us your questions and Jacob, Joan and I can alleviate whatever fears and concerns you may have.

Puling myself free I ask, “Why must I remove my temple garments and be naked?

Joan looked to Jacob, who nodded yes. She turned my face to her asking, “Did Adam and Eve have temple garment in the Garden of Eden?” Shaking my head no she continued, “When we are in our bedroom, we become like Adam an Eve, I am not ashamed of my nudity but proud to show Jacob my body.” Emma quickly added, “Darling Elizabeth, a wife should have no secrets from her husband. Although my breasts have sagged, and my nipples are longer now than in my youth, I am pleased that Jacob still wished to have me.” Caressing my cheek, Joan continued, “Being naked with Jacob is not sinful; Adam and Eve only knew sin after eating from the tree of knowledge. Inside our bedrooms, we imagine it as the Garden of Eden but outside the bedroom all of us wear out temple garments to remind us temptations in the outside world.”

Sniffling and stuttering, I inquired, “Why must we under this Atonement Ritual?

“May I” Emma looking to both Joan and Jacob for permission to answer, both simply nodding yes, she took my hands into hers saying. “Jacob was given a dispensation for whatever sins of the flesh he wishes to commit, so there is no penitence he has to atone for to receive forgiveness. As his wives we must undergo penitence as a symbolic act of absolution through pain and suffering for the pleasure we received during this sex acts while here on earth.”

Jacob taking control again helped me to my feet, taking me into his arms; he kissed me long and hard as Joan had done this afternoon. Just as her kiss did this one also left me breathless, part of me wanted to flee and never return, but I stood there trembling knowing not what to do! Jacob, quietly ask, “Will you accept the vision and all that it requires?” Slowly, my head moved up and down as I whispered, “Yes, dear husband I wish to be one of your wives!”

Calling Emma and Joan to us, he hugged us all. Turning, he lifted Emma’s black bag announcing, “Let’s depart to the master bedroom, after seeing to Emma’s Atonement. We can consummate the marriage and welcome Elizabeth into the family.”

Ascending the stairs, I became apprehensive and anxious again, Joan had said sex would be painful. What would the pain be like and could I endure it? I though myself brave but panic now gripped me.
Huddling together nervously in the darken bedroom, we awaited Jacob's arrival. Suddenly, his six foot massive form filled the doorway. Switching on the overhead light he announced that Joan and I were to move the blanket chest away from the foot of the bed. As we did so he took Emma’s bag and peered inside, muttering “Emma, what am I to do with you? These are not all your correction instruments!" Dropping the bag he kicked it under the bed. Shaking his head he declared, “Did you place Erica’s correction instrument in the bureau as I ask?” “Yes, dear everything is in the bottom drawer.” She answered her voice beginning to quiver as she spoke. “Well lay them all out on the dresser where Elizabeth can view what is now hers,” he intoned. Turning to where Joan and I sat on the blanket chest he smiled with pride as he began, “Erica, my late dear wife, was a fine seamstress when it came to working leather. I am sure she is looking down from paradise and beaming with pride that the correction instruments she so lovingly made herself during her honeymoon will now be used on you my darling Elizabeth.”

I stared in horror and disbelief as Emma extracted and lay down a thirty six inch long leather handled bamboo cane. Next was a two foot long riding crop with a loop of leather at its end, then a 18 inch by one inch thick wooden paddle with a leather cover handled in which a double row of nickel size holes drilled through it. Lastly, Emma placed an 18 inch by 2 inch wide leather strap down. My lips began to tremble, but Joan saved me from having to speak by squeezing my hands and cheerfully began to speak. “Jacob darling, I’ve seen Elizabeth’s efforts in the millinery arts, she simply has no talent for sewing much less working with leather.” Looking at me, she continued, “You’re honored are you not darling to have these beautiful correction instruments as your own and feel privileged that Jacob will use them on you.” Chocking back my rising fear of the pain these devices would inflict upon me, I managed to nod my head up and down.

Jacob seemed pleased. He moved to the end of the bed and commanded, “Emma, give me your book; stand here facing Joan and Elizabeth and assume the position.” Emma quickly handed Jacob the small red pouch from around her wrist and stood erect before lacing her fingers together and placed them behind her head with elbows extended outward, gradually she bowed her head as if in pray. Removing a black book he tossed the pouch on the bed. Jacob studied the pages of the book intently for several moments before also tossing it to on the bed. Using his finger tips he raised Emma's head up until their eyes met his. “It’s been three months since you have under gone atonement; you have accumulated many demerits since.” Emma’s eyes were brimming with tears, but she spoke not a word. Jacob’s hands were slowly passing over Emma’s breast and bottom then suddenly he stopped, “It is fortunate for you that my interest is more in taking Elizabeth's virginity than in dealing with you. Accept the penance of returning home tomorrow with sampling the bride tonight only, and I will mercifully reduce your sacrament to three strokes to you buttocks, three strokes to your bosom, three strokes to both your inner thighs, and finish the absolution with three strokes to your pussy.”

My jaw dropped, but I could not utter a sound. My husband had just said that Emma would be allowed to participate in taking of my virginity. The thoughts of a woman making love to me made me ill. My stomach was heaving in revulsion. Joan pulled my head to hers and whispered, “Darling, you will be able to bear this night believe me. Love between two women is sweet, and gently it will bring you ecstasy and bliss as compared to what you will suffer having Jacob thrusting his manhood deep inside you for the first time. When it happens, cry as much as you like, he will think them tears of joy!”

I wanted to believe her, but this night was becoming a nightmare from which I could see no escape. Composing myself; I looked back up as Jacob asked Emma, “Are you naked beneath the nightgown?” “Yes,” she murmured, “I know it is forbidden for me to wear the garments while here in this our Garden of Eden.”

“Good, now disrobe and select the instrument for your bottom and present it to me on your knees,” Jacob calmly remarked. Emma struggled to unbutton the gown, once nude she raced to the dresser where she cautiously picked up the wooden paddle with the leather handle. Dropping to her knees before Jacob she quickly kissed the paddle and extended it with both hands upward toward Jacob requesting, “Please use this on my buttocks, husband so that I can ask for forgiveness and absolution for my misgivings.” Taking the paddle he slapped it against his palm, “lean your upper body on the end of the bed and spread your legs. You are to count each stoke and thank me for it.” Jacob tapped his shoe on one of her ankles saying, “Wider, Wider,” until she was so spread that you could easily see her quim from beneath, which was hairless, which surprise me given her age of fifty-four. Jacob swung the paddle several times then suddenly struck her right cheek with a thud. Drawing the paddle back you could see the drill hole pattern left by the impact of the wood imprinted upon her skin, which was beginning to turn red already. Although the stroke lifted Emma onto her toes and her upper rose from the bed the only sound that was heard was a clinch of teeth and a guurrrrrring sound, then meekly she uttered, “One, thank you husband, may I have another please.” The second stroke produced a similar response. After the third Emma’s bottom was a mass of red, and she pitifully returned to her knees as she grasp Jacob’s hand and kissed it tenderly as she pleaded, “Please husband may I select the instrument to use on my breast.”

The next correction instrument chose by Emma was the cane. The same kneeling and kissing were repeated. However, this time she stood facing both Joan and I and lifted her sagging breasts from beneath. This beating resulting in three welts about a half inch apart decorating Emma’s sagging chest. Each stroke brought a withering of her torso to and fro but after emitting high-pitched screeches at each stroke her hands returned to lift and offer her tits to the lash of the cane. At the end tears were cascading down her cheeks, and she was bent over in agony.

While waiting for Emma to recover and choose her next correction instrument, I leaned over and quietly inquired of Joan “Why are her nipples so long?” Apparently, over hearing my question, Jacob straightening Emma to a standing position, he moved to stand in front of Joan and I. Gently brushing my cheek with his fingers inquired, “Don’t be embarrassed Elizabeth, we’re all here to learn about each other. Would you like to examine Emma’s nipples? Maybe suckle them, when erect they are over a half inch long.” Speedily I sputtering out, “No Jacob!” Glancing at Joan he continued, “Joan dear bare your breasts so Elizabeth can make a comparison.” As Joan began to unbutton her nightgown, Jacob suddenly grabbed each of us by the wrist and pulled us to a standing position declaring. “Better yet my dear Joan, before you disrobe, strip our new bride, let us all see what delectable and delicious charms she has hidden away by her temple garments.” In a flash, my nightgown was around my ankles, and Joan was untying the strings which held together my holy garments.” Having only my mother ever seeing me naked, I tried to cover my crotch and breasts with my hands. Accomplishing her task of removing her own nightgown Joan stood proudly as if saying I am not ashamed to be nude. She grabbed my hands clasping them to her tits saying with pride, “Feel and caress my titties darling. They are full, firm and sensual.” It shamed me that my breasts were the smallest and least developed of the three pair exposed in the room. Blushing I sat down and tried to cover my tits quickly by crossing my arms.

Looking over I was startled to see Jacob now as naked as his three wives, casually fondling his penis. I stared in amazement as his member stiffened and lengthen until he was able to wrap his hold hand around this stick of flesh. Even when erect it jutted two to three inches beyond his palm. Letting go of his dick, its weight pulled it downward until it hung between his legs. The hair surrounding his mighty pole was grayish white, and his testicles were as big as hens’ eggs and the sack which contained them were as hairy as his crotch. Sitting down beside me, Joan quietly said, “Now you understand why your deflowering will be painful!” Wide-eyed with wonderment I could not visualize how Jacob’s thick long monster was going to fit inside my poor tiny pussy hole.

Cupping his balls, Jacob now inquired of me, “Well my darling Elizabeth has your curiosity over breast and nipple been satisfied. Emma’s nipples have been stretched over the years; I in addition to ten of my babies have nursed at her breasts. Mother’s milk is delicious if taken directly from its source. I believe it has added to my virility and potency in impregnating my many wives. Joan’s nipples have turned darker since the birth of her first child. Her nipples were as pink and perky as yours are now on her wedding night. Your breasts will grow and swell with sweet-tasting milk, as soon as I make you pregnant which we will try to do tonight. I noticed you are beginning to sprout hair on your mound, which is not at all attractive. I have a preference for the virginal look instead of a bushy growth for my wives. I’m sure you noted your sister wives' bald cunts. Elizabeth dear you are to keep yourself smooth between your legs any stubble will get you into trouble. You may either shave or pluck out the hairs that decision I leave up to you. Now let's finish with Emma's atonement, I believe there are only two more instruments we have to deal with. Then dear Elizabeth we can move on the main event of the evening, welcoming you to the family and seeing if we can make you a mommy.”

Emma’s next correction instrument chosen was the riding crop. After her recital, she finally broke and begged Jacob to be lenient and allow her to close her legs after each stroke of the crop. Jacob using the crop lifted her sobbing head saying, “I will reduce the number of stroke to two for each inner thigh and allow the closing of your legs. You may also have an extra minute to recover, but you must agree to the use of your mouth only tonight and receive no pleasure for yourself.” Agreeing Jacob had her lay back, on the bed with her feet dangling down. He had her draw her knees toward her chest, and then placed her hands behind each knee. This spreading of her legs exposed not only her thighs, but the whole of her genital became open and vulnerable with her vagina and anus totally defenseless. Emma’s bravery while receiving the crop was remarkable. Her screams were pitiful and pathetic but after every stroke of the crop, she drew her legs back against her chest then spreading herself open and some how absorbed all four of the strokes. Each thigh was decorated by two bright strips on the otherwise pale skin.

Emma’s choose for her pussy punishment was the black leather strap. Once it was properly presented she was ordered back to the bed and to assume the same position in which she received the whipping of her thighs. Jacob instead of striking immediately; laid the strap across the top of her mound and began gently caressing the outer and inner lips of Emma’s pussy. After several minutes during which he had progress to dipping his now glistening fingers inside her and using her juices to circle and tease her clitoris. He looked back to Joan and I in triumph as Emma, emitted a breathless moan of arousal she could no longer suppress. Jacob retrieved the strap commanding, “Joan, Elizabeth. I want you both to participate in Emma’s absolution. Each of you is to hold Emma’s wrist and knee and keep her spread open.” I could tell from how Joan gripped my hand; that neither she, nor I wanted to inflict pain on our sister wife, so we unenthusiastically both arose. Once standing on either side of the bed, both Joan and I took hold of Emma’s limbs and looked to Jacob for guidance. Looking down at Emma he declared, “I will be merciful and lenient with you this time dear Emma, your count and thanking of me for this penitence for absolution is suspended.” Emma immediate began babbling and muttering her express gratitude but Jacob shut her up by stating, “Let’s finish this quickly, welcoming Elizabeth into the family is a much more pleasurable duty a husband must perform.” Glancing at both Joan and I; he said, “Use all your strength to hold Emma open, although her pussy has been aroused, she will buck and contort with all her might for I intend the last two strokes to be directly on the lips of her cunt.” Jacob did whip with the speed and precision. Emma reacted with an unearthly shriek only after the second stroke landed and fought with unbelievable strength to close her legs. The third and fourth strokes brought ever high-pitched screeches and screams. As Jacob let the strap drop to the floor, Joan and I both released our grip and Emma instantaneously rolled herself into a ball and wept uncontrollably.

Doubling over in panic I felt guilt and shame for having helped Jacob do this to Emma and did not know what to do? In my distress, I arose to see Joan was now on the bed cradling Emma’s head in her naked crotch. She was caressing Emma’s face soothingly cooing, “It’s over dear, --- you bore it well, Jacob, Elizabeth, and I all forgive you, Hush darling. We know you’re hurting. We witness your suffering and rejoice in your purification. The welts and bruising will fade rapidly, and it will be as this never happened.” Glance up she said to me, “Come Elizabeth, you must show Emma that you are a forgiving sister wife.” Joan was now lying next to Emma affectionately kissing the welts on her breasts. Knowing it was blasphemous I joined them but was petrified to touch Emma naked flesh. I wanted to comfort her to show empathy with her suffering, but I realized that touching her might renew her pain.

Jacob was now standing at the end of the bed just observing us and touching and fondling his organ.
Turning on my side I gently rested my hand on Emma’s hip and whispered, “Emma dear is there anything I can do at alleviate your pain.” Turning her head she muttered softly, “Kiss me, hold me my beloved, and caress away my burning heat.” Wanting to show Emma I truly love her and remembering how breathless and happy Joan’s French kiss had made me feel. I decided this new way of kissing would show her; my love for her so as our lips met; I let my tongue slip inside Emma’s mouth. She placed my hand to her thigh, I let my finger tips traced the welts there, and I indeed could distinguish a temperature between the raised stripes and the surrounding smooth flesh. The longer we kissed the more excited I became; there was a tingling in my quim, and I hoped Emma was feeling the same. Emma’s hand now covered one of my apple size tits, testing it firmness. Repeatedly, she was compressing my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and I could feel both my nipples get hard, while the tingling in quim was becoming an itch that I wanted to rub and scratch. These sensations were strange and new; they were ones I had never felt before. Is this what mother had meant when she told me to all respect and love one’s sister wives, and they will do the same to you?

Answering, “You’re right my dearest wives. I did agree to what you say," with that he released his grip upon me and apologized saying, “Elizabeth, darling, please forgive me. I'm sorrow for being so rough with you. I'm just an old man who lets his desires and lusts for you override my good judgment. It will only be one bout of simple sex with you in the missionary position tonight.”

Joan took charge saying, “Let’s rearrange things so everyone is comfortable.” Within a minute, I was flat on my back; head propped against a pillow at the top of the bed sandwiched between Jacob and Joan. Emma was lying across the foot of the bed with her head turned toward us on two pillows at Jacob’s feet. Leaning her head to mine, Joan winked saying, “Shall I give you French kisses darling sister wife, you seemed to enjoy them. Perhaps we can have you purring in arousal and ready for Jacob within a half hour.” After only a mere minute or two of kissing, I was tingling all over again, and Jacob was being very tender with me. He was French kissing my right breast; gently flicking my erect nipple back and forth with his tongue as he drew circles around my equally stiff left nipple with his index finger. Breaking the kiss my only response was a breathless sigh of wow! Joan cupped her hands around my ear and whispered almost inaudibly, “Darling, don’t be alarmed but with this kiss I’m going to caress and stimulate your pussy, the wetter I can make you the less painful it will be when Jacob deflowers you.” Not really understanding what arousal meant or the term deflowering, I bask in the sensations she had already given me.

As Joan’s lips descended up mine, Jacob stopped touching me. I heard him command, “Emma, Take me in your mouth, suck and keep me hard but don’t make me spend, understand bitch.” He was shifting his lower body away from me, and then I could feel Emma’s head at my hip. Speaking softly I heard hers say, “I will keep you in my mouth Jacob darling, and if I detect any softening or shrinkage in the size of your dick; I’ll use my tongue to bring you back to stiffness.” Jacob was crying out, “OH YES! That it Emma Baby just keep my dick stiff and hard!”

Joan had stopped rubbing my pussy; her finger was now circling my clit. A fire was burning inside of me, and my hips would not stay still. I was bucking my pelvis up, down and around. I could feel moisture and juices forming within my cunny hole. If Joan did not stop this teasing of my clitty, I was convinced I was going to die. In a quivering voice Jacob asked, “Joan my dear is she ready? Is she still intact?” Ending the kiss, Joan looked down toward my pussy as she dipped her finger inside my inner lips and pushed inward as I winched in pain and yelped out “OOOHHH” Gazing back up at me, she smiled and announced, “Yes Jacob darling Elizabeth our new little bride is a true virgin. Shall Emma and I hold and restrain her as you take her?”

Crying I began to blubber out, “No, please don’t! I’m not ready! Jacob please don’t hurt me!” I begged. Joan was now cradling my twisting head in her naked lap and pulling my arms up and around her waist before pinning me by my elbows with her hands. As I kicked and twisted my lower body trying to rise up and escape; Jacob had shoved Emma away and had managed to raise my legs above his head. Grasping an ankle in each of his hands he lifted me up until only my shoulders remained on the bed. He then commanded above my shouts of protest to Emma, “Position the pillows beneath her bottom!” Lowering me my bottom came to rest upon the pillows. Jacob’s hand slipped to behind my knees as he spread my legs wide and fell forward on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed. Immobile and unable to escape my crying and begging increased, I could feel his stiff member pressing against my bottom.

Panting and huffing, he muttered, “I can handle her legs. Emma when I lift my hips, I want you to spread her open and guide my dick to the entrance of her pussy.” Jacob lifted his hips and I felt Emma’s fingers at my slit, then the hot head of his dick lodged just inside my cunny hole. Jacob thrust forward; I could feel a tearing as his pelvis slammed in mine. Instantaneously, a blinding pain raced to every part of my being. Jacob continued to thrust in, and out of me as my screams die away. Jacob continued grunting and thrusting until finally he gasps out, “I AM CUMMING!,” as he mercifully rolled off me.

As Jacob lay beside me in a euphoric daze of bliss, horrific pain still emanated from my battered and abused pussy. In unison, each of my sister wives began to beg my forgiveness and began to comfort and smooth me. After being kissed on the face and repeatedly told that there would be no more pain tonight; from somewhere a wash basin appeared, and soon I was tenderly being bathed and cleaned up. Closing my eyes I head Emma softly speak to Jacob, “Darling wake up, Elizabeth is unconscious, let Joan, and I take care of her. You have taken her Maidenhead and consummated the marriage in a superbly manly fashion. Why don’t you retire to the bedroom I’ve prepared on the first floor, that way her crying when she is revived won’t disturb you?” Exhausted by his efforts in raping his bride, he wearily collected his shoes and clothing and left.

After Jacob's departure from the room, Emma quickly bolted the door as Joan gently assisted me under the bedcovers. Emma turned out the lights and jointed myself and Joan between the luxurious silk sheets. It was then that I realized that I had loving sister wives; one on each side of me who truly love and cared about me. "Will he be back I queried?” “Not tonight,” Emma laughed with Joan adding, “Jacob sleeps like a rock. His mind has started failing these past years. Tomorrow, we will convince him it was his idea for him to sleep downstairs. Elizabeth my darling, both Emma and I know how heavy-handed Jacob can be at times and have learned to adapt. I as well as Emma has learned to enjoy those sex acts that bring us joy and ecstasy and put those involving pain and hurt out of our minds. I hope that tonight experience with Jacob won’t turn into a shrew who hates all sex.” Emma chimed in with “I don’t mind doing oral, Jacob’s seed is salty but palatable but butt-hoe fucking just plain hurts?” “What of these Atonement Rituals,” I burst out, “I don’t know if I could endure one?” Joan came back with, “All Atonements are extremely painful; not one I’ve under gone has left me without some type of bruise or welt. Tonight’s was a rarity Elizabeth; as I said Jacob mind has begun to fail him, he has even forgotten business deals he entered into. Jacob’s Atonement Rituals were intended to be done every three months, but I have not undergone one in more than six months. Emma added, “Its true Elizabeth darling, our husband is becoming feeble minded. Before tonight my last ritual consisted of merely six swats to my bottom and nothing else. Jacob has even forgotten some of the sexual acts, he has favored in the past; he hasn’t demanded butt-hole kissing and licking in over a year. Both acts are degrading, and demeaning that no woman should ever be forced to perform. This is enough sex talk darlings lets all get some peaceful sleep.”

Emma and Joan were soon sleeping, but my throbbing sore pussy was depriving me of sleep. The night’s events were playing out again inside my mind for the hundredth time. Both my sister wives I believed truly care about me and my sexual happiness. Jacob, on the other hand, was nothing but an animalistic brut who cared nothing about my feelings and emotions. How could a husband ask any of his wives to do such evil, sinful things? I never knew there were so many sexual acts that could be performed and the many new naught words I heard; I knew the meaning of only the few mother had said men preferred. I feel mother is wrong – I will never learn to love Jacob as she loves Papa! It is getting light out, I must stop thinking, or I will go insane.

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