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 Something Better

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 5 Thursday to Tuesday

   3,492 words

   Thursday morning dawned wet and windy.  The christening went ahead as
planned but the weather was so bad Gladys was unable to see what was
happening in the Manse and took no pictures of birds, feathered or fleshy.

   That morning Mary endured another couple of Pip's "doubles".  The first
was when the rapists forced both of their cocks into her vagina at the same
time.  The youths made a game of it.  There was no foreplay.  Mary was
stretched on the kitchen floor on her back with Pip on her left and Byron
on her right.  Pip rammed his thick cock into Mary's lubricated cunt. 
Byron pretended to be offended Pip that had taken his turn with the whore
and struggled to insert his longer erection.  She was stretched and it
hurt. Despite her screams and pleas for them to stop the cousins fucked her
until they came, one after the other, then beat her with their leather
belts for failing to obey instructions.  Afterwards the young men bent her
over the kitchen table and, when they were ready, they did the same thing
again, only doggy fashion, Byron behind and below his cousin.

   When Jeremy returned from his clerical duties he found his wife kneeling
on the kitchen floor trying to fellate both uninvited guests at once.  All
three were naked.  Her thighs were streaked with drying jism.  She held
both shafts and was trying without much success to pump and suck both
heads. She was trying make noises indicating she was ecstatic about the
arrangement.  He watched, appalled, as first Pip came on her face and in
her long blonde hair and then Byron who shot his heavy load onto her naked
breasts.

   Mary said, "Thank you, sirs," in an hollow voice that signified
exhaustion.

   Jeremy went to assist his wife to get up and go to the bathroom to clean
up but Pip stopped him.

   "The whore hasn't come.  Now she's gonna masturbate.  Rub those
slime-covered tits, bitch.  Let's see those nipples swell.  Tell us how you
like it."

   Mary regarded him balefully.

   "Oh, Philip," Mary sighed falsely.  "And Byron, you're both so masterful
and strong.  Thank you for fucking me."

   She looked from one naked youth to the other.  One hand slid over her
slippery tits while the other lightly stroked her swollen pussy.  "Ooh,"
she said quietly.  "I love it when you're both inside me at the same time."
She panted as she appeared to do what she had been ordered to.  "Two big,
throbbing cocks filling me with hot come," she closed her eyes and
pretended to approach her climax.  "Ooh," she crooned.  Then a series of
short sharp "Ah's"

   "My pussy my mouth and next time " Mary's voice changed from the soft
purr she had been using to a harsh screech.  "Oh Oh but if you try to force
them both up my ass at the same time I'll split.  You'll kill me, you
sadistic psychopathic young thugs."

   Pip scowled and reached for his belt but Jeremy stepped in front of him.

   "You have gone too far young man.  This brutal game has to stop now."

   For a moment Pip's temper flared and he reached for his knife.  Then his
rage died and he conceded that perhaps Jeremy was right and it was time to
go softly with his "whore" and her husband if he and Byron were to achieve
their aim.  The old queer is right, he thought.  It's been fun breaking
Mary.  But it's time to consolidate.  To settle in to the village.  We'll
make friends Chat up Agnes and her sidekick Gladys.  Get to know those two
cheeky little cunts from the farm up the valley.  Maybe visit their Momma
and Poppa.  In the meantime use Mary to earn us a few dollars to fund the
operation and buy some candy.

   "Yeah," said Pip.  "Get her cleaned up.  I'll get lunch.  Then I'll tell
you what we're going to do tomorrow.

   *** "No," said Jeremy firmly.  "Mary stays here or I call the police and
damn the consequences." They were all four sitting around the kitchen table
drinking coffee made by Byron.

   "Even if one of those consequences is you bleeding to death in your
cellar?" snapped Pip.

   He wouldn't dare, thought Jeremy, Would he?  "Even so," said the
Reverend Jones primly.

   "It's no big deal, vicar," said Byron, nervously.  He knew his cousin
was quite capable of carrying out the threats he had made to the vicar's
manhood."We book into a top hotel in the city.  Nothing sleazy.  Place a
discreet ad in the Adult Services column of the classifieds.  Something
like, 'Seven diamond beauty-consultant in town for short visit.  Hourly
audiences.  Sat-Sun only.  Phone a disposable cell phone number.' We would
bring her back on Monday morning.  Pip and me would vet the tricks and be
on hand to stop any nastiness."

   "I'm quite inured to nastiness," said Mary.  She had bathed and was
wrapped in a soft toweling bathrobe.  She was surprised that she felt only
mildly concerned at Pip's plan to prostitute her.  Perhaps I really am just
'fuck meat', she thought.  The idea of being sold by these two louts did
not send her into a panic.

   "But why?" asked Jeremy.  "I thought your treatment of Mary was the
result of an excess of youthful hormones and a way of taking revenge on me.
Now it seems you want to market her charms not enjoy them in your own
disgustingly rough manner."

   "It's the money, stupid," said Pip."Do you know how much a top-rate
hooker can earn in a hour?"

   Jeremy shook his head.

   "Upwards of $5,000.  Of course that's toward the top end of the scale.
We couldn't ask that for Mary just yet but she'll fetch a good price,
believe me Specially if we get her to a beautician and hairdresser on
Saturday afternoon.  No need for new clothes.  She's got some nice stuff in
her wardrobe including some very sexy underwear.  You probably didn't
notice."

   Jeremy shifted uncomfortably on his chair.  He hadn't noticed.

   "How much money do you expect your proposed weekend jaunt to the city to
raise, given expenses for hotel, gas, visit to beauty-salon and
hairdresser?" asked Jeremy.  "I presume you have done some sort of
cost/benefit analysis."

   "At least $6,000 to $8,000 depending on the number of tricks she pulls,"
said Pip without hesitation.  "Do you want to see my calculations, vicar?"

   Jeremy nodded and took the notebook Pip had placed on the table in front
of him.  The vicar scanned the page of notes and figures for a minute and
then looked up.

   "I will give you $7,000 for my wife's services this weekend," he said.

   "No, Jeremy!" said Mary "I told you not to offer them "

   "It's only money," said Jeremy.  "Well, Pip, do we have a bargain?"

   The young rapist toyed with the idea.  A sure-fire no-risk $7,000
against an uncertain and tricky operation with, potentially, slightly
higher profit, he thought.

   "Yeah.  Okay with you Byron?"

   The older youth smiled and nodded.

   "Why not," said Pip.  "I want a cash check made payable to Philip Brown
dated Friday and she's all yours from when we leave tomorrow morning to
Monday breakfast.  We'll visit some friends in the city.  Do some shopping.
We will bring you back a big black dildo, Mary and some pep-pills for you,
vicar."

   Neither of the Jones's spoke.

   "Now," said Pip standing up and stretching.  "Both of you strip naked.
Bend over the table.  You may hold hands.  It's time for a little
celebratory sodomy."

   *** When the cousins had departed Mary and Jeremy again talked about
what they could do to get rid of the pair permanently.  Mary thought that
it was now clear that youthful high-spirits and inflamed libido was not the
only things driving the pair.  They wanted wanted something else, not
necessarily something better.

   "First they debauch their victims Rosalie and her boyfriend, Teddy and
his mother, me and you then they prostitute them.  When I called them
white-slavers they looked positively pleased.  I think they would turn the
Manse into a brothel if they could see a way to making it possible," Mary
pronounced.  Jeremy sadly agreed with her.

   Pip and Byron did not return on the following Monday morning and for one
happy day Jeremy and Mary hoped their uninvited guests had found something
better in the city.  When the pair did return on Monday night, hung-over
and crapulous, they went straight to bed without touching either the vicar
or his wife.

   Pip and Byron were still sleeping off the excesses of their weekend in
the city on Tuesday morning when Jeremy left for the Parish Council meeting
and Mary took the Toyota into Shepsville to shop.  She again met Gladys in
the parking lot.  The older woman was disappointed to find Mary dressed
respectably in blouse and skirt with her bosom safely fettered by a bra. 
Gladys asked after the "young visitors" and was gratified to hear they had
only just returned from a visit to their relatives in the city.  She
decided to pay a surprise visit to the Manse, camera in hand, as soon as
she finished at the store.  Gladys was certain that she would soon get
evidence to show Mary Jones was a wanton and an adulteress who should be
whipped through the village as an example to others.

   Pip was up and about when Mary returned to the house with the shopping.
Her heart dropped when she saw he was holding a large black plastic dildo
of the sort designed to stimulate the clitoris while vibrating like a
jack-hammer inside the vagina.  He helped Mary put the shopping away then
told her to get upstairs and get out of her "vicars-wife outfit".  She did
as she was bid and when she was naked demonstrated for Pip and his cousin
the effectiveness of the gift Pip had bought.  She didn't have to fake a
climax.  The dildo was very well designed and the soft plastic was kinder
to her bruised pussy than Pip's rigid-veined hardness or Byron's smooth
length.  She watched the two young men stroke their cocks while she
pleasured herself to orgasm then she put aside the vibrator and offered
herself to them.

   When they had finished fucking her Byron, still naked and wet from his
shower, went with her to her wardrobe to select an outfit "fit for a
whore". He found two pair of jodhpurs.  The summer-weight pair was made of
tan stretch Lycra and fit Mary like a thin coat of latex.  Without panties
the material molded itself to her smoothly shaved pudendum revealing
swollen, slightly parted, labia.  From behind she looked naked.  "Very
sexy. You can play Madam Lash when Jeremy gets home," said Byron.  "Put
your boots on and spurs too if you've got them."

   "Where do you ride, Mary?" he said sounding genuinely interested as she
slipped into her second best pair of rubberized riding boots and slotted
the spurs into the boxes on the heels.  Before she could answer she heard a
voice call from the kitchen, "Hello!  Is anyone there?"

   "Bloody nosy Gladys!"she hissed and struggled into the first top she
laid her hands on.  It was the abbreviated halter that covered only the top
two thirds of Mary's superb breasts.

   "Yes.  Wait down there, Gladys." said Mary carefully descending the
stairs so her spurs didn't trip her up.  "I was just looking for my riding
crop.  But I think I left it at the stables."

   Gladys thought for a moment she had caught Mary half-naked so smooth
were the Lycra jodhpurs.  She raised her camera and pressed the shutter
button once.  Gladys quickly realized her mistake and began to stammer out
an excuse she had prepared should her confrontation with Mary fail to
produce the required result.

   "I'm sorry Gladys, but I was just going to take young Byron to
Jefferson's Farm for an hour's riding before lunch.  So unless your
business is really urgent "

   "No.  It's not urgent, Mary.  I'll be going."

   "I see you have your camera with you," said Mary.  "I thought for a
moment you were taking my picture."

   "Yes.  No.  I thought I saw a wren in the lane.  They're quite rare
these days"

   Byron came down the stairs.  "Are you sure it wasn't a pair of common
tits?" he asked, grinning at Gladys' discomfort at the double entendre.

   He had dressed in record time in jeans, t-shirt and running shoes.  He
smiled broadly at the small woman and introduced himself.  Gladys blushed
and mumbled as Byron and Mary ushered her out of the Manse.

   "Jefferson's Farm eh?  Home of the sexy young twins.  I thought I saw
those two girls hanging around the gate this morning while you were
shopping.  How old are they?" asked Byron as he climbed into the Honda. 
***

   The day before Agnes had taken it upon herself to counsel the Jefferson
twins on the unwisdom of flirting with strangers particularly young, male,
colored strangers while skipping classes.  The two about-to-be-eighteen
year-olds had accepted her invitation to hot chocolate and cookies on the
Rose Cottage veranda after they discovered that Pip and his cousin had not
yet returned to the Manse.  The girls had managed to keep from giggling as
Agnes mildly reproved them for their behavior with Philip in the churchyard
the week before.  The twins were dark haired, slightly-built, young women
with big light-blue eyes and generous mouths.  Their elfin good-looks were
complemented by their graceful, dancer-like, movements.  For some time they
had wondered whether the rumors about Agnes' sexuality were true and had
decided to test the widow of Rose Cottage.  So, at first, they listened
politely to her.

   Agnes told them she would not, this time, talk to Samantha their mother
and they assured her with completely straight faces that they would listen
to her sage advice.  As they stood up to say goodbye Sandra or was it Sarah
kissed her cheek and "accidentally" touched Agnes' breast.  Agnes froze.

   The girl didn't move her hand.

   As her sister kissed Agnes' other cheek she reached down and lifted the
hem of Agnes' dress.  She caressed the soft flesh above the stocking top.

   "We like you," said Sarah or was it Sandra as her hand reached Agnes'
crotch.  Her fingers pushed the thin cotton of Agnes' panties aside so she
could pinch the widow's tight pussy-lips.  "But if you say anything to
anyone about me and my sister we'll claim you molested us." The fingers
found the older woman's slit and pressed inside.  Other fingers massaged
her breasts.  Agnes felt breathless and hot.

   "We'll say you touched us like this." The fingers slid up and down Agnes
slit.  They found the bud of her clitoris and caressed it.

   "No," said the widow.

   "Yes.  You're wet," said one young woman.  "You want it!"

   Agnes sobbed.  "Please " she begged.

   "Her nipples are growing," giggled the other.  "Let's get her inside."

   The twins were efficient.  Once inside the cottage Agnes was stripped
bare and in under a minute was smothered with kisses and caresses.  She
could not resist the twins' soft onslaught and when they joined her, naked,
on her queen-sized bed she did everything the two hot-blooded country girls
demanded Agnes tongued their tight little pussies with their crowns of soft
black hair until they climaxed.  She sucked their growing breasts and tiny
pink nipples and in return she rejoiced in one orgasm after another as they
explored her willing body.  Their expert fingers found her clitoris and
nipples.  Their lips probed her pussy and anus; lips and ears.  They found
a cucumber in the kitchen and used it as a dildo.  After years of
frustration Agnes felt liberated and flushed with satisfaction.  The twins
realized there was no need to threaten her further.

   As the twins climbed back into their school uniforms Agnes dressed. 
"Don't worry my darlings," said Agnes.  "I'll get the car and have you in
school in no time at all."

   ***

   "Seventeen," said Mary.  "Going on thirty six.  Turn left and then right
at the crossroads.  The farm is at the head of the valley.  Their birthday
is this week."

   "They'll be over the age of consent then?  Pip and me might go cherry
picking."

   Mary shrugged.  I should be outraged at that suggestion, she thought. 
But if they spend some time fucking Sandra and Sarah they would spend less
time fucking me and Jeremy.

   "How often do you ride, Mary?" asked Byron.

   "I used to ride most days until about two weeks ago," she replied.  "The
owners are Matthew Jefferson and his wife Samantha."

   "Why did you stop?"

   "I had a disagreement with Matthew.  It's over now," said Mary.

   She remembered the day very well.  She had been aware that Matt
Jefferson had the hots for her for some weeks.  But she had made friends
with Samantha who she saw as a hard-working farmer's wife and wasn't about
to spoil a budding friendship by sleeping with her man, no matter how keen
he seemed.  Mary herself was growing more horny by the day as she came to
terms with her husband's low libido and his reluctant performance in bed.

   She had finished a hard hour's work-out in the riding school.  Mary had
groomed her horse and had put the saddle and bridle in the tack room when
Matt came up behind her and very gently put his arms around her.

   "You look good enough to eat," he whispered and his hands cupped her
breasts as he kissed her neck.  Mary had felt her legs begin to tremble as
Matt dropped one hand onto her groin and pressed his long hard penis into
the crack of her Lycra covered ass.  There was a stall half full of clean
straw a few yards from where they were standing.  Mary took a step towards
the convenient nest.  Then she looked up to see Samantha standing at the
other end of the stable wearing a mask-like expression.  Mary froze but
Matt continued to massage her breasts and groin.

   "Don't worry Mrs Vicar.  Sam likes to watch.  Don't you dear?"

   Mary had not waited for the reply but had pulled herself away from
Matt's arms and had run to her car and driven off.

   Two weeks ago Samantha had called at the Manse.  She was a petite woman
with the same elfin face and big light-blue eyes as her daughters.  She had
brought Mary's account in person.  Samantha said she hoped Mary would
forgive Matt's forwardness and would continue to ride at Jefferson's Farm
where she would always be welcome.  Samantha said she missed their chats
and besides, she grinned, the riding fees were welcome supplements to the
farm's income.  Mary had intended to go riding sooner but the advent of Pip
and Byron had made that impossible until today.

   When they arrived at the farm Matthew made them both welcome.  His
eyebrows went up when he saw Mary's outfit.  Her partially exposed breasts,
the absence of panties and her clearly swollen pussy-lips excited him.  She
introduced Byron who regarded the big farmer with approval.

   Samantha came over to say hello.  She too was startled to see the change
in Mary's riding outfit but said nothing.  She looked up at Byron with a
calculating gaze.  Her eyes widened.  "Don't I know you?" she asked.

   Byron shook his head.  He stared at her through narrowed eyes.

   "No," he said sharply, then added, "I'd remember a pretty face like
yours, Samantha."

   Samantha gave him a knowing smile.  "I'm sure," she said.  "Are you the
young man who mowed the church yard the other day?  My daughters were full
of praise for your style." She looked pointedly at his groin.

   "No ma'am," Byron grinned back as he competently put bit and bridle on
his assigned mount.  "That was my little cousin Pip." He reached
effortlessly for the saddle, swung it into position and quickly secured the
girth strap.  "But if you've a patch you would like me to trim "

   Samantha laughed and Matthew said,"You cheeky young sod.  Trim your own
patch but perhaps you have.  Mary's looking very fulfilled."

   Mary and Byron rode for an hour or more before returning to the Manse.
Mary complimented Byron on his horsemanship and asked him where he had
learned to ride.  "Mum's place," he said without thinking but when pressed
for details he would not elaborate.  Instead he told Mary that seeing her
tits bounce up and down as she rode had given him a hard on and why the
fuck didn't she have his cock in her mouth giving him some relief.

   When they reached the Manse, Byron found Pip.  He took his cousin to one
side.

   "Buddy, our little fuck-toy has just shown me Jefferson's Farm," he
said. "It will indeed be something better.  And you'll never guess who I
saw there."