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 Something Better

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 3 Monday Night - Tuesday Morning

   3,206 words

   Pip and Byron's first night at Jeremy's "Manse" established the sleeping
arrangements for their visit.  These were simple.  Pip explained the big
bed in the master bedroom was for Mary and one or both of the "masters". 
Jeremy, attached by a light chain locked around his ankle to a leg of the
bed, was to share the same room.  He would sleep, when not required for
other duties, on the floor.  It was a warm summer.  They would all sleep
naked.

   No one got very much sleep the first night.  Pip made it clear that the
householders were to do exactly as he and Byron said.  They were going to
be fucked, he told them.  They were going to be photographed.  Mary was not
to be passive.  She was to fuck them back as if she meant it.  If she
couldn't reach an orgasm, she was told, she had to fake it and fake it
well. Failure would result in a beating with a belt across her backside. 
Jeremy's role was to be helpful.  He was to keep his wife clean using his
tongue and hold her in position if it was needed or when she was beaten.

   Pip was the first to rape Mary on the bed.  He put a pile of pillows
under her hips and, without foreplay, thrust his too-thick cock deep into
her dry pussy.  The pain he caused her made Mary forget her "riding
instructions"--as Byron described Pip's orders--and she fought back rather
than fucked back.  The youth smiled cruelly as he hammered Mary into the
mattress.  He relished her screams as she writhed in pain and shame beneath
his muscular brown body.  The beating Pip gave her when he had finished his
ruthless deep-penetration was savage.  The belt was broad so it didn't cut
into her soft flesh but each stinging blow of the leather strap hurt.  Her
buttocks were striped flaming red when Pip stopped and invited his comrade
in crime to enjoy their "disobedient whore."

   Both Mary and Jeremy-- who had been compelled to hold his wife down on
the bed during the beating-- were in tears as Byron knelt behind the
prostrate woman and rolled a thick ribbed condom onto his long cock.

   "You'd better move quicker, vicar," laughed Byron.  "I'm raring to get
up the whore's ass, so shift some of that man-juice from her cunt to the
hole where it will do some good."

   After a shocked pause Jeremy scrambled between Mary's parted legs to
lick some of the results of Pip's ejaculation and transfer the natural
lubricant to her tenderized butt.  As his eager tongue probed between her
labia and then--soothingly-- into her anus Mary felt the first inkling of
the pleasure her rapists insisted she pretend to feel.  Jeremy kept at his
task until Byron impatiently pushed him off the bed and without another
word speared the unsuspecting housewife.  Despite the lubrication it hurt.
Mary screamed and then screamed again as Byron forced the first of the hard
latex ribs, that ringed the contraceptive, through Mary's anal sphincter.

   When the young wife had stopped screaming Byron leaned forward and said,
"There are eight of those, bitch.  And you're gonna get them all.  I want
you to say, `Thank you, sir' every time I squeeze one in.  No more
screaming.  Do you understand?"

   Mary nodded, the pain in her ass was intense.  Added to the agony was
Byron's grip on her burning buttocks.  She knew they were trying to break
her.  To reduce her to being what they called "fuck meat"and the sooner
they thought they had succeeded, she hoped, the sooner the violence would
stop.  That was her theory.  All she could do at present was to pretend. 
To stop fighting for the present.  Seem to surrender.  Stay sane.

   Byron drove in another inch and another rib forced her sphincter wide.
Mary suppressed a scream and managed to hiss, "Thank you sir."

   "Clever girl.  You just avoided another flogging.  Six more to go. 
Unh!"

   Mary managed not to scream with pain as Byron forced the full length of
his latex sheathed cock into her rectum.  But when he started to pump in
and out she could not restrain herself and she begged for him to stop. 
When Byron came he withdrew his cock but left the condom still inside his
victims ass.  He made Jeremy withdraw it and laughed at Mary's inadvertent
cries of discomfort as each rib was dragged past her sore ring.

   Byron flogged her for disobeying his command.  When he had done he
rolled Mary onto her back.  He knelt astride the sobbing woman and slapped
his soft cock between her heaving breasts.

   "Work at it, slut," he said.  "And you, vicar, finish cleaning her cunt
and see if you can help her have a bit of fun."

   Mary pressed her large breasts either side of Byron's tumescent prick
and massaged his sticky flesh as he had shown her in the bathroom earlier.
She made a effort to lick the tip of his thrusting prick with her tongue.
Her husband scrambled around the bed and buried his head between her
thighs. Jeremy was surprisingly good at rousing Mary.  Her orgasm, when it
came, was genuine.  She wrapped her legs around Jeremy's head in a scissors
grip and bucked nearly dislodging Byron who was beginning to get hard
again.

   "That's better," panted Byron.  "Now squeeze those tits for me, whore."

   After a while Pip leaned over her.  "Let the muff-diver go, Mary.  You
might break his neck.  Besides I'm ready to go again.  And this time tell
me how good it is."

   Mary released Jeremy's head.  Pip kicked the vicar off the bed, then
knelt behind Byron and slowly fed his re-erected cock into her now
well-lubricated pussy.

   "Oh, oh.  Don't stop..." Mary cried falsely.  "That's so good.  Fuck me.
Fuck me."

   "Better'n Cheryl" grunted Byron as Mary moaned in pretended pleasure as
his cock slid back and forth between her tightly held breasts.

   "Yeah," panted Pip, driving scrotum-deep into her trembling flesh. 
"Sure is something better."

   ***

   At first the home-invaders were insatiable for Mary's smooth flesh and
her tight pussy and ass.  They competed fiercely with each other as to who
could make her climax the quickest or scream the loudest.  Byron took
pleasure in humiliating Jeremy.  He sodomised the vicar while Jeremy was
again head down between Mary's thighs while Pip recorded the incident with
his digital camera.

   Pressure on Jeremy's prostate during this unlooked for attention gave
him an erection.  As Byron finished his act of buggery he heaved the
protesting priest up and told him to,"put your weiner where your mouth was,
vicar."Jeremy slipped easily into his wife's moist cunt.  Mary, surprised
at Jeremy's unusual size and eagerness, obliged him by coming noisily.

   After midnight the tempo of the youth's demands slowed and Mary fell
into a fitful sleep only to be woken in the morning to service Pip and
Byron before being told to wash, and get breakfast.  As she soaked her
aching body in a warm bath Jeremy came into the bathroom to shower and
shave.  It was the first time since the home invasion began that the couple
had been left together by themselves.

   "I'm sorry..." they both started to say at the same time.  Mary shook
her head and smiled sadly at her crumpled spouse.

   "What are we going to do?" she whispered.

   "I will go to the police," said Jeremy, determinedly."I was tricked into
inviting them in..."

   "You can't," interrupted Mary.  "Even if the police believe your version
of what happened and not Pip's and Byron's, the affair will be front page
news.  Your `sin' with Teddy will become public knowledge.  So will his
mother's prostitution.  Both of you will be kicked out of the ministry. 
You'll lose your living and have to move from Skirmish.  Cheryl will lose
her job and I'll lose this lovely cottage."

   Mary took a deep breath.

   "I don't care about your sexuality.  I don't give a damn that our
marriage was one of convenience, Jeremy, at this time we should stick
together."

   "But the things they are doing to you..."

   "I'll cope," she said with a shudder.

   "I could try to buy them off."

   "No.  Don't do that.  They'd take any money you offered and stay put."

   "What else can we do?  I couldn't kill them."

   "I could," said Mary.  "But I don't think they'll give me the
opportunity.  No, what we must do is find them something better."

   "I really..." began Jeremy when he was cut short by the door being
banged open by Pip who told them to get a move on.  He was hungry.

   ***

   Mary, naked except for an apron and shoes, cooked coffee, bacon, eggs
and pancakes.  She watched the two youths gorge themselves.  Jeremy had
little appetite and she, none.  While they ate Pip opened his lap top and
played back a selection of the digital images he and Byron had recorded of
the previous night's activities.  His favorite, he declared, was a high
definition still of Jeremy seeming to fellate his wife while Byron knelt
over her arched body as he pressed her tits around his long cock which
spurted gobs of jism towards her ecstatic face.

   It being Tuesday Jeremy had a meeting of the parish council--two elderly
spinsters and a retired army officer--scheduled for ten o'clock.  Mary
declared she needed to drive into the nearby town of Shepsville to shop. 
The journey was necessary, she said, because she had failed to anticipate
the need to cater for two such hungry guests.

   After the breakfast dishes had been cleared away Pip decided he would
drive Mary into town and Byron could be introduced to the council as one of
the two "displaced youths" eager to experience life beyond the city's
boundaries.

   Pip watched as Mary put on a yellow gingham dress he had selected for
her.  She said that it was too small.  He disagreed.  The dress had a deep
decolletage and a very short hem-line.  He had vetoed bra and panties
despite her protest that as the vicar's wife she was expected to dress in a
conservative manner.  Pip laughed at her and told her to be careful getting
out of the car and not to bend down.  She angrily pulled on tan grip-top
stockings and slipped into a pair of yellow leather sandals before reaching
for a wide brimmed straw hat decorated with a broad yellow ribbon.  She
looked younger than her twenty five years.  The tight dress did little to
hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra.  It hugged her hips and when
she moved showed some of the elastic-lace supporting her stockings.  Pip
got a hard on looking at her as they walked to the car.

   They took Teddy's Honda.  Pip drove.  Mary saw the growing bulge in his
jeans and guessed what was coming.

   "Unzip my fly, whore.  Gimmee a blow-job," said Pip as they pulled away
from "The Manse".

   As she reached for his crotch she said, "Are you sure?  We'll be in town
in twenty minutes.  Someone might see.  These tinted windows are not opaque
you know.  Why don't you pull over?"

   "Do as you're told, bitch.  And when I come swallow the lot.  You don't
want come- stains on that dress."

   Mary unzipped his fly, eased out his erection and removed her hat before
she ducked down beneath the steering wheel and took his thick cock in her
mouth.  There was insufficient room to move her head up and down very far
and Mary nearly choked as he forced her to accept his full erection. 
Desperately using her lips, tongue and hands she brought the rapist to a
climax within ten minutes.  Mary managed to swallow most of Pip's
ejaculation and avoided spoiling her dress.

   Pip grinned at her as he tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants.

   "You've got some come on your chin, Mary.  Wipe it off.  And when you've
put your hat on pull your skirt up and give your clit a rub.  And don't
stop masturbating until I tell you."

   Mary was still playing with herself as the car pulled into the parking
lot outside the Walmart.  She was flushed and breathing heavily.  Her neck
and shoulders and the exposed area of her chest was a shade of pale mottled
pink.  The thin material of the dress revealed her nipples had peaked and
her right hand was sticky with what her tormentor called "cunt juice".

   "Okay," said Pip.  "Lick your fingers and take a couple of deep breaths.
You look like you're asking to be fucked."

   Mary did as she was told.  She pulled the skirt down and remembered to
keep her knees together as a she swung around to get out of the car without
displaying her pussy to public gaze.  As she did so she was greeted by a
small, neatly dressed, woman pushing a full shopping cart.

   "Why, it's Mary Jones.  How are you my dear?" said the woman who looked
her up and down like a drill-sergeant inspecting a rookie.  "You look
positively radiant.  What have you been taking?  And who is the handsome
young man with you?"

   "Mrs Wilson.  How nice to see you," said Mary, insincerely.  "Phillip,
meet Gladys Wilson.  She is the chairwoman of the village Women's Auxiliary
.  This is Phillip, er..."

   "Brown.  Phillip Brown.  Call me Pip," he said.  "I'm staying with Mary
and Jeremy for a while.  Part of my rehabilitation.  A reward for being a
good boy." Pip smiled at the woman.  He assessed her with a glance.  Plain,
mid-thirties, mousy hair, small breasts, nice legs, no wedding-ring.  She'd
fuck like a rabbit once aroused.  Probably respond to a bit of BDSM.,
thought Pip.

   "Oh," said the pillar of village society, slightly taken aback by Pip's
confident manner and bold stare.  "Really?  And how is the Reverend Jones,
Mary dear?"

   Mary assured Gladys that the vicar was well and was looking after Pip's
cousin, Byron.  Mary believed Gladys had once had a crush on Jeremy and
resented her.  In fact the resentment was deep and bitter.  Gladys had been
sure the Reverend Jones had been about to propose marriage before blonde,
big-breasted, Mary arrived in Skirmish on a walking holiday.  The young
woman managed to break away from her inquisitor without seeming rude.  Ms
Wilson hurried to her own auto and quickly phoned Agnes Doonside, her best
friend and trusted confidant.  "Put the kettle on Agnes I'll be there in
twenty minutes.  You've no idea what I have just seen and I can hardly wait
to tell you.  Oh the shameful hussy.  Oh poor Jeremy.  Such a nice man."

   ***

   " ...and I assure you she wasn't wearing a brassiere.  Her nipples were
nearly poking holes in that little yellow dress she wore last month to the
fete.  I didn't see a panty-line either."

   "You must be mistaken, Gladys," said Agnes as she poured a second cup of
tea for her friend.  They were siting in the sparkling clean kitchen of
Rose Cottage the opposite side of the valley to Jeremy's Manse.  "I met the
vicar on his way to the Parish Council.  He introduced me to the other
young man--Byron something--very polite, very handsome."

   "I am not mistaken.  Mary and the boy had been up to something in the
car.  Probably fornicating on the back seat.  I tried to look inside the
car but couldn't make out anything."

   "Like what, dear?"

   "Underwear.  Discarded underwear.  That's what.  Should we warn the
vicar?  They've only been married for three months," said Gladys, bitterly.

   *** On the drive back to the Manse with the shopping Mary asked Pip
where he and Byron had been before they found Teddy and his mother.  She
guessed he had scored some weed somewhere in the shopping complex and might
be more outgoing than earlier.  She was right.

   "We were with a little bitch called Rosalie and her boyfriend in a
single bedroom apartment in the city," began Pip.  "Rosalie had done us a
bad turn and we paid her a visit.  She wasn't pleased to see us.  We had
just been released from The Young Offenders Corrective Establishment and
were very, very, horny." Pip paused and looked at Mary.  "She was a blonde
too.  She was shorter and younger than you.  Smaller tits.  Oranges not
grapefruits.  We met her at the door of her apartment.  She tried to run
but you can't in heels can you?"

   "What happened," asked Mary.

   "We caught her dragged her into her apartment.  She was very frightened.
She didn't want to strip but when I waved my little knife and offered to
cut her clothes off her back she did.  We let her keep her shoes, stockings
and garter-belt.  She looked very sexy with one hand hiding her pussy and
the other trying to cover her tits.  She was saying,"No, please don't,"
over and over again as I undressed.  Just like you did, Mary, before we
spit-roasted you.  Byron held her from behind, a big hand on each tit as I
fucked her standing.  Then Byron buggered her.  After that we tied her to
the heavy wooden table in the alcove she called the dining room.  We made
her face the table.  Her ankles and wrists were fastened to the table legs
with tape and rope.  When we had her ass up and spread wide, with just
enough slack so we could get at her tits, her punishment began."

   "Sounds to me as if it started when she saw you," said Mary.  She felt
sorry for Rosalie and wondered what "bad turn" she had done the two youths.

   "Shut up, whore.  I'm telling this story."

   "Okay.  Okay."

   "We beat her.  Then we fucked her pussy and ass again.  She had a stash
of coke and we got high on that and a bottle of Jack Daniels.  When we
weren't fucking her we beat her with our belts until she passed out.  We
revived her.  Smelling salts.  Then we started all over again.  When her
boyfriend came he was so angry he tried to take us both on with his fists.
By this time, you realize, we were pretty far gone.  We beat the shit out
of him.  We stripped him and tied him to the other end of the table and
Byron did his trick with the ribbed condom.  To music.  We were laughing
and they were moaning and screaming and then the door bell went.  We
stuffed bits of clothes in their mouths, pulled on some pants, and answered
the door.  It was a neighbor "Could we please keep the noise down.  People
were trying to sleep."

   "What did you do?"

   "Apologized politely to the old boy.  Made sure the gags were securely
tied and carried on fucking and beating Rosalie and her boyfriend, Arthur
he was called.  In the meantime give me another blow-job.  Telling you
about Rosalie has made me a bit horny."

   As Mary unzipped Pip's fly for the second time that morning he added
generously, "And frig yourself until you come while you're at it."