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 Something Better

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 2 Monday Evening

   2,949 words

   The evening meal was a quiet affair.  Jeremy was bathed and clean and
feeling less pain from his bruises.  He sat, dog-collared and rosy-cheeked,
at the head of the table.  Pip and Byron, also well scrubbed and fully
dressed sat either side of him.  Mary had laid the table, made a salad and
cooked, then served, a ham omelette.  After that she sat opposite her
husband and toyed listlessly with her food.  She was wearing only an apron
and her high heeled shoes.  Her brown-nippled tits bobbed softly as she
moved.

   "Nice omelette, Mary," said Pip as he cleaned his plate with a piece of
bread.

   "Yeah, you cook better than you fuck," added Byron.  "But we'll soon
change that."

   "Please, please," said Jeremy.  "I may have committed an indiscretion,
but you young men have taken revenge enough.  You have raped and humiliated
my wife who had nothing to do with my foolishness.  You continue to shame
us both.  Please, please, go away.  I do think "

   "Shut up, you stupid old bugger!" hissed Pip.  "I've told you what's
going to happen.  You carry on as normal.  You tell anyone who asks that
we're staying with you and helping restore the church.  You explain that we
are deprived youths from the city sent by some fucking do-good organization
to experience the benefits of country living.  In the meantime we don't let
on that you're a nasty old pervert, you keep your stones, and Mary belongs
to us."

   "Body and soul," crooned Byron.  "Cunt and ass-hole." He stood up.  "And
those big, bouncy, tits." His groin was bulging.  "I'll help you with the
washing up, Mary," he said with a wicked grin.

   The young woman regarded Byron with mounting dread.  She saw his growing
erection swell his jeans and shuddered at his wolf-like smile.  She thought
washing up was the last thing on his mind.  He and Pip had made it clear
that they intended to keep her naked and available for sex at any
time.'Fuck-meat' they had called her.  After her ordeal earlier she had
endured the shame of spreading her legs so her husband could shave her
pudenda.  Jeremy had done a good job with his safety razor and Pip had
shown his admiration for her 'little girl' look by fucking her on the
bathroom floor while her husband pleaded with him to desist.  She had
managed to hide, from Jeremy, the mild orgasm Pip induced in her as he
came.

   Pip watched as Mary and Byron cleared the kitchen table and stacked the
dishes in the sink.  Byron stood behind the young woman.  He stroked her
smoothly-rounded buttocks as she filled the sink with hot water.

   "Please," said Jeremy.  "Please just leave us alone.  If you go now we
won't file charges."

   "We'll go when we've found something better."

   "What does that mean?" wailed Jeremy.  "Tell me and I'll find it. 
Anything to get rid of you."

   "Well," said Pip, "It depends.  You see before we came here we were
shacked up in the city with your old boy-friend and curate, Teddy, and his
mother."

   "Teddy?" said the vicar in surprise.  "Oh my God,"

   "Byron quite liked Teddy.  Byron's not his real name.  It's Ronald.  But
he's bi-sexual.  He swings both ways so, bi-Ron, Byron.  Wasn't he a poet?"

   At the sink Mary had donned rubber gloves and had started to wash the
plates and pans.  There was a dishwasher but the interlopers said they
liked to watch her move about the kitchen.  She was trying to hear what Pip
was saying.  She had met Teddy and his mother after the wedding.  She
remembered a slim young blonde man and a stern looking, plump, woman with
her yellow hair done up in a bun.  Byron stood behind Mary and stroked her
near naked body from buttocks to breasts.  His long-fingered hands gently
caressed her full bosom and played with her brown nipples.  The bulge of
his erection grew bigger.

   "Edward's mother was a lady," said Jeremy, sternly.  "And old enough to
be your mother."

   "She was forty," said Pip.  "Your age.  So fucking what.  A bit
overweight when we moved in.  She lost twenty pounds during our visit."

   "You you starved her?" Jeremy said fearfully.

   "No," Pip laughed.  "Cheryl had more meat in her mouth for the four
weeks we spent with them than she could cope with.  We fucked the fat off
her."

   At the sink Byron unzipped the fly of his jeans.  His long smooth cock
sprang out.  He pressed it between the naked cheeks of Mary's ass.  She
gave a little yelp and dropped a plate onto the kitchen floor with a crash.


   "No penetration this time, Mary.  Just a bit of spooning," said Byron.

   When he heard the noise and Mary's cry Jeremy turned his head and looked
across the kitchen.  He saw what was happening, blushed and looked away.

   "What did you do to Teddy's mother?" he asked in a shaky voice.

   "Well, it was the first night of the school holidays.  Teddy didn't want
us to come into the house to meet his lovely momma the maths teacher but we
did anyway.  She didn't take to us at first.  That was because I got high
and smacked the little queer all around the rumpus room before Byron gave
her a demonstration of sodomy.  He had teddy drop his pants and bend over
the chesterfield.  Byron rolled on an ultra thick condom and Teddy squealed
like he was being impaled.  I had to hold Cheryl while Byron drilled the
little catamite.  She screamed and yelled too until I offered to castrate
her lovely boy."

   "Oh my God," said the vicar in a horrified whisper.

   "After that she did everything I told her to do so she could to preserve
Teddy's precious bollocks, much good will they do her.  In just the same
way Mary will do everything we want her to do to preserve your worthless
balls."

   "Oh, dear "

   "Do you know what the first thing I told Teddy's momma to do?" said Pip.

   Jeremy shook his head.  He didn't want to believe what he was hearing.

   "I told her to bend over the sofa next to where Teddy was being drilled
by Byron.  Then I took my little razor-sharp blade and cut the skirt and
knickers off her fat rump.  Then I "

   "No!  No!  No!" shrilled Mary.

   Jeremy and Pip looked towards the sudden noise to see Byron had pinned
Mary to the sink and inserted two fingers of his right hand into the young
woman's ass.  He held his stiff cock in his left.

   "Change of plan," he said cheerfully.  "It's all this talk of sodomy."
And he inserted the head of his cock into Mary's stretched anus and pushed.
Byron grunted.  He only went in an inch or two with the first thrust.

   "Nahhh!" screamed Mary.  She thought she would faint such was the pain
of Byron's initial insertion.  Her lower belly was pressed hard against the
heavy old-fashioned porcelain sink.  There was no escape.

   "Jeez, she's a tight little bitch," said Byron.  "Hey, Jeremy, come over
here."

   Jeremy was horrified and afraid.  He didn't move.

   "Do what he says," said Pip, leaning back in his chair and grinning.  He
fingered his flick-knife.

   Jeremy slowly rose and crossed the kitchen to where the big youth was
pressing Mary against the sink with his cock.

   "She needs lubricating," said Byron, withdrawing the head of his cock
from Mary's tightly clenched anus.  He gripped her neck with one hand. 
"Spread some butter up her ass, and on my cock.  You'll like that won't you
Jeremy?"

   The vicar sobbed and reached for the butter dish on the draining board.

   "I'm sorry my dear," he said as he smeared Mary's back passage with soft
butter, pushing some into her with the ball of his thumb.  "I don't have a
choice."

   Mary glared at him but Jeremy didn't see her displeasure as he spread
butter along the length of Byron's smooth erection.  Jeremy's weakness
reasserted itself.  He felt his cock stir.

   "I thought you'd like that, vicar," Said Byron.  "Next time I ass fuck
your wife I'll get you to suck me off a bit to get the juices flowing.  But
for now just point me in the right direction."

   Jeremy guided the head of Byron's cock so the tip rested aginst Mary's
asshole.  Jeremy's cheek brushed Mary's smooth left buttock as he watched
the young thug thrust in hard and strong.  Mary began to scream again.

   Jeremy stood up and tottered to his chair by the table.  Pip told him to
sit and enjoy the action.  Mary began a chant of "Nah nah nah " in time
with Byron's deepening thrusts.  His right hand was now wrapped around her
hips and his fingers were seeking her swollen clitoris.

   "Oh, God," said Jeremy unable or unwilling to look away from the scene
of debauchery being enacted over the washing up.  "Stop him."

   Byron loosened his belt with his left hand and dragged his jeans down
his muscular thighs.  He wasn't wearing underpants and Jeremy could see the
rapist's weighted scrotum swing and bump against Mary's swollen pussy as he
drove deeper into her ass.  Byron looked around at Jeremy and Pip.

   "Christ she's tight," he said smiling.  "A virgin asshole I do believe."

   "I guess you never got around to fucking her up the ass, vicar.  Saved
that for Teddy, eh?" said Pip.  Jeremy did not reply.

   Mary kept up her chant of protest until Byron came inside her.  Despite
the pain and shame she felt, she had again been brought to a climax of
sorts by his skillful massage of her clitoris.  When Byron pulled his
softening cock out of Mary's ass the weeping woman made a bolt for the
stairs and the bathroom.  One rubber-gloved hand was pressed against her
ravaged ass.  Byron followed her at a leisurely pace.  When they had gone
Pip turned to the vicar.  "She'll learn to love it before we've finished
with you," he said.

   "Four weeks," Jeremy croaked.  His throat was dry.  "You said you spent
four weeks with Edward and his mother." He tried to imagine the stern
puritan Cheryl and her slender poetry-loving offspring enduring four weeks
of the sort of ordeal he and Mary had suffered for only a few hours.

   "Yeah.  That first night we buggered them both side by side over the
back of the leather sofa.  Then we stripped Ted and his tubby mum and beat
and fucked them all night long.  By morning they were both ready to listen
to reason.  She was a good fuck once she lost her inhibitions which she did
when we made a deal."

   "What sort of deal?" asked Jeremy.

   " Byron was to leave Ted alone, I wouldn't geld the little faggot and
she would do whatever we wanted."

   "And what did you want?" said Jeremy, aghast.

   "A place to sleep.  A bit of fun.  Sex.  Something better," said Pip. 
"After a day or two we wanted money.  So we advertised in the local rag's
classified-ads' 'Adult Services' column.  How did it go?  'Mature lady. 
Plays rough.  40.  No holes barred'.  Business was slow to start with but
she soon had a full appointment book of middle-aged clients interested in
off-beat sex.  We rigged the rumpus room as a bondage parlor.  Fixed up a
couple of security cameras.  Got some really good footage of Cheryl and her
slaves or masters."

   "Slaves or masters," Jeremy echoed.

   "Yeah.  Cheryl was better as a dominatrix than a sub.  Really whaled
into some of the tricks with a dog whip.  They loved it.  I think she'll
keep that up when she realizes she was earning more in a night smacking fat
white bums than she could in a month teaching maths."

   "Oh my god," Jeremy sighed.  "And what of Teddy?"

   "He sulked for a few days then helped with the hand-held camera and
editing.  He liked to get close-ups of Cheryl screaming.  Turned him on. 
When he got too cocky we threw him in as a bonus for some of the more
adventurous clients.  There was a pair of lawyers who liked to have him
tied him to the table so he could watch them make his momma howl.  Then
they'd force her to sit on his face while they turkey slapped her.  "

   "Turkey slapped?"

   "There's a market on the net for the kind of stuff we were recording. 
Specially the sessions with Cheryl, me and Byron." said Pip.  "But when
school started after the holidays she found the going too much.  So she
gave us your address.  Told us about you, Jeremy, and the shocking scandal
that followed when you were discovered gobbling Teddy in the vestry.  She
also told us about the cover-up.  Cheryl described your young bride in
glowing terms.  Specially her tits.  She begged us to take Teddy's car and
leave the city for a change of air."

   "I can hardly believe what you're saying," said Jeremy.  "Cheryl was
such a 'proper' person and Teddy such a gentle young man."

   "Yeah, well, he sent you a letter.  It's in the car.  We parked down by
the church.  Want to walk down with me and get it?"

   Pip stood up and led the way to the cottage door.  Jeremy, reluctantly,
followed.

   ***

   Upstairs in the bathroom Mary sat in the bath, warm scented water up to
her waist.  She was sore.  Her ass felt stretched and open.  It was
stinging despite the careful way she had cleaned and treated herself after
the anal rape.  Byron stood by the bath.  As ordered, Mary washed his
flaccid phallus and weighted scrotum with a soft soapy wash-cloth.  She
thought she felt his penis stir and looked up at the dark-skinned youth. 
Not again.  Please god not so soon, she thought.  Talk to the monster. 
Distract him.

   "I heard what your friend said about my husband's former curate and his
mother," said Mary in a quiet little voice.  "Did you really do what he
said?"

   "What was that, Mary.  What did he say?" Byron grinned down at the
pretty blonde in the bath.  He decided to tit-fuck her when he was ready.

   "Er that you and he did what you've just done to me, to them both, at
the same time?"

   "Yeah.  We ass-fucked them.  I nailed Teddy and my little cousin gave
momma her very first home-grown D.I.Y.  enema." The memory of the pair,
mother and son, howling for mercy as he and Pip cruelly sodomised them made
Byron feel horny again.  His cock began to swell.

   That was a mistake, thought Mary.  Change the subject.

   "Do you really think my husband, Jeremy, is gay?  Or were you trying to
upset him?"

   "Come off it, you stupid bitch.  Even if you ignored the gossip going
round about Jeremy and his Teddy, you must have known he was a raving queer
from the night you married him.  Not very interested in sex was he?"

   No he wasn't .Mary thought.  But you didn't care, did you.  The life of
a vicar's wife in the historic old village of Skirmish was just what you
wanted after six years behind a service desk.

   "He tried," she said.  "He's very gentle.  What I did to him before
supper was unkind."

   "The face fuck?  He deserved it.  Ooh I like it when you lift my balls
like that.  Nice.  Show me how you can lick your nipples.  God you've got
tits to die for."

   And if I could kill you with them I would, bastard, Mary thought but she
obediently raised her right breast and leaned over to tickle its soapy
nipple with the tip of her tongue.

   *** Jeremy opened the letter from Teddy as Pip drove the Honda Civic
from the church to the parking space outside the house.  There was no room
in the barn where the vicar's Toyota was parked.  He recognized Teddy's
copper-plate script.  It was a bit more ragged than usual.

   "Dear Jeremy," it said.  "Forgive me and Mother for sending you the two
fiends Philip and Byron who have been torturing us for the past month.  It
was not done with malice but in desperation.  No doubt they will regale you
with tales of exotic sex and prolonged violence.  Alas, most of what they
say will be true.  But they forced us to do it.  Mother has been their
principal victim.  When not being used for their own sexual gratification
she has been obliged by the two youths to prostitute herself to a host of
unsavory men in her own home.  She has lost a great deal of weight and her
usual calm and unruffled nature has undergone a radical change.  The shame
is almost unbearable since they have rendered themselves immune from
prosecution by us by implicating Mother and myself in their evil schemes.
Your only hope to rid yourself of their baneful presence is to find what
they would call, 'something better'.  In our case Mother's and mine your
house and Mary was considered to be just that.  Mother told them Mary was
young, blonde, big-breasted and probably sexually frustrated.  Knowing your
true reason for marrying the woman I'm sure you will find it in your heart
to forgive us, for offering her to Pip and Byron for their pleasure.  Your
close and loving brother in X, Teddy."

   "Finished?" asked Pip.  Jeremy nodded.  "Good give me a hand getting
this stuff inside," he said, patting several boxes stacked neatly in the
back of the small car.  "Then I think you can open a bottle of wine before
we turn in for an early night."