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 Something Better

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 6 Wednesday- Friday

   3,418 words

   The pep pills Pip and Byron had brought back from their weekend in the
city gave Jeremy a head-ache and a stiff erection that took an hour to
subside.  This meant the youths expected him to take a more active role in
the nightly serial rape of his wife an activity he found he was beginning
accept as normal and, at times, enjoy.

   In their trip to the city on Saturday evening Pip and Byron had called
on Teddy and his mother Cheryl who still taught mathematics at a nearby
high-school.  They brought a bottle of Mumm's champagne, a fistful of what
Byron euphemistically called pep-pills, and a packet of photographs.  The
pictures showed Jeremy and Mary seeming to enjoy robust sex with multiple
partners.  The images were of interest to Teddy and Cheryl who had
recommended the Manse as something better than their own city town house as
a venue for white slaving and prostitution.  To Teddy's disappointment the
pictures had been carefully selected and showed everyone, including Mary
Jones, ostensibly having fun.  He would have liked to see her screaming.

   Pip poured the champagne, doled out the pills and proceeded to strip
Teddy and his mother naked "for old times' sake".  They talked nervously
for a while.  Cheryl admitted to keeping one or two of her "old clients"
who appreciated discipline.  She had learned from the cousins how to play
the part of domina.  She had also learned recently what rates the young men
had charged for her services and was highly indignant at the high
percentage they had taken.  Cheryl soon had greater reason to be indignant
as the weekend began with Pip making her ride up and down his familiar
thick knobbly-veined cock while her gay son, pumped up with 'pep-pills',
was made to fuck her ass.  Teddy's efforts were reinforced by Byron who
made sure the young man gave his mother full measure by skewering Teddy's
tail and guiding him into her ring and keeping him deeply imbedded.

   Later, Cheryl got into a black leather bustier that forced her tits up
and together and just showed the dark pink of her areolae above a frill of
black lace.  A leather miniskirt and thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots
completed her dress for the evening.  She tucked a thin whip into her right
boot.  Teddy was disgusted that his mother, slightly tipsy from the
champagne, appeared to be cooperating happily with the rapists.  Pip
explained she would be well looked after in a classy hotel room with a
series of clients each booked for an hour long "workshop" with a "strict
disciplinary consultant" at $500 a head.  Why shouldn't she look happy? 
They left Teddy behind with the packet of photographs and an unwanted
erection.

   *** The next few days life at the Manse settled into a routine.

   Mary woke the others and was promptly fucked by the two sleepy young
men. She bathed and was able to have a brief conference with Jeremy.  Then
she cooked breakfast wearing only an apron so her visitors could admire the
view and possibly make up for being too sleepy earlier to do justice to her
charms.  She would dress in jodhpurs boots and a skimpy top for an hour's
riding at Jefferson's Farm accompanied by either Pip or Byron both of whom
were competent horsemen.  Jeremy would go about parish business or retire
to his study and his draft manuscript, "Natural and Political History of
Skirmish Valley".  Mary would give the driver a blow job on the way back
from horse riding and be prepared to be fucked by one or the other young
man as she took a shower.  She prepared lunch dressed in whatever costume
Pip decided was appropriate for the day.  Usually it meant Mary wore
neither pants nor bra, with a mini skirt and see-through or revealing top.
Mary tried to moderate the hooker look by wearing large floppy hats and, if
the weather permitted, a blazer or tweed jacket.  The afternoons were busy.
Pip and Byron were both able handymen and started to restore some of the
decaying structure of the church.  They also did some odd jobs at
Jefferson's Farm.  Jeremy had parish affairs to see to and Mary needed time
for routine housework if the Manse was to remain liveable.

   The rapists still made demands on Mary's body at inconvenient times but
as she told Jeremy.  "I'm coping.  The riding helps.  They're very friendly
with Samantha.  She's an attractive woman.  I can't see them moving in to
the farm while Matthew is there although with the twins the set-up could be
regarded as something better."

   She added, "They aren't as brutal as they were.  But you, Jeremy, now
seem almost as eager to fuck me as they are during the bed-time orgy."

   He muttered an apology and said something about the pills.

   "Don't apologize.  You are my husband after all," said Mary

   Jeremy was concerned at the youth's interest in Jefferson's Farm.  If
they did see it as something better than the Manse and moved in they would
still be operating in his parish and still be too close to Mary. 
Furthermore there were the twin teen-age girls to consider.  He, like Mary,
was confident that while Matthew remained at the farm the rapists would
steer clear.  His hope was they would tire of country life altogether and
return to the city.  Alas, both his confidence in Matthew and his hope the
cousins would tire of their rural pursuits was baseless.

   When Friday dawned Jeremy asked Pip whether he planned to take another
trip to the city without Mary.  Pip grinned, "Are you hoping to buy your
wife a sex-free weekend, vicar?"

   Jeremy reached for his checkbook.

   "Put it away for now.  Don't worry, were staying here.  Got a little job
to do tomorrow.  Might even come to church on Sunday.  What's the sermon?
Love thy neighbor but don't covet his wife?  Something queer like that?"

   Jeremy, who was beginning to question his sexuality, was not amused.

   *** Bishop Carmine was an athletic bachelor aged fifty three.  He wore
his gray hair shoulder length and this, with his beard and moustache, gave
him the appearance of an aging but active cavalier.  He was not a man of
faith.  He had long ago given up believing three impossible things before
breakfast.  He was however a brilliant organizer and was responsible for
the church's city and district's impeccable administrative record and
scrupulously run finances.  He was the first and more often than not the
final arbitrator of the more intractable problems that arose on a daily
basis.  Carmine was a troubleshooter.  He knew people with influence in the
most unlikely places and where the bodies were buried.  Believer or not the
archbishop would fight to keep him.  Carmine had an austere office in the
arch-bishop's palace.  He started work at seven each day.

   Carmine was also a sexual sadist, a fact he kept hidden from all save
his personal assistant Ms Elvira Silverstone a baby faced spinster of
thirty two who shared the same sexual preference but never the same
bedroom.

   "You should see this first, your Grace," said Elvira placing a glossy
color photograph and an anonymous hand-written letter on Carmine's
otherwise empty desk.

   Carmine first examined the photograph.  It showed a woman being
tit-fucked by a handsome Eurasian youth while a man, aged about forty,
knelt between her thighs, his tongue dripping saliva or some such fluid.

   "I recognize two of them he said and I can deduce who the cameraman is.
I don't know the woman.  Good looking.  Nice tits," said the bishop.  "Let
me see the letter."

   He read, Is this what your fucking clergy get up to while the world
starves?

   "Oh dear," he said.  "I thought we'd solved this one."

   "You know the author?" said Elvira impressed yet again at her boss's
incredible skills.

   "Yes a young homosexual curate who is now on probation and living with
his mother.  He is no doubt angry that his former lover has not only
married but has married a raving beauty- if that is the wife in the
picture. I guessed it was young Edward who sent it when I saw the
photograph but I know of no one else these days who writes with a
copperplate script.  The forty year old cunnilinguist is his former
boy-friend, the Reverend Jeremy Jones.  This is an act of spite.  Jones
didn't indicate he was bisexual when I reviewed his case earlier this year
but the picture isn't posed and he seems to be enjoying himself."

   "Brilliant, 'cunnilinguist' I like," said Elvira.  "And the youth?  Who
is he"

   Carmine grinned at his PA.  "If I told you that I'd have to kill you,"
he said.  "I would like you to handle young Edward.  He's known as Teddy.
Here is his address." Carmine scribbled an address on the back of a
business card taken from a drawer.

   " I would like any other photographs like this he may have.  And
information about the subject, date and venue of this one.  He won't be
anxious to talk You may have to hurt him a little but use your discretion."

   Elvira smiled and licked her lips.

   "Please tell him he is being reassigned to the Trobriand Mission leaving
as soon as arrangements can be made.  Have a word with his mother.  She's a
teacher at the local high school.  Any questions?"

   "Where are you going, your Grace?"

   "I'm going to see his mother," said Carmine tapping the photograph. 
"Then later in the week I may drop in on the Reverend Jones and his juicy
bride."

   *** Elvira found Teddy at home that Friday afternoon.  He let her into
the house only after scrutinizing her credentials carefully.  Teddy
wondered what the bishop's PA wanted with him.  He didn't suspect his
anonymous letter would be traced to its source so quickly.  Teddy was
shocked when Elvira told him why she had come.  At first Teddy denied all
knowledge of the pictures and the letter and demanded shrilly that she
leave.

   Elvira, her blond hair done in a bun, was dressed modestly in a
light-weight business suit and court shoes.  She reminded Teddy of his
ethics tutor at Theological College so soft and friendly was her manner. 
She sat on the leather chesterfield in the sitting room by the young
cleric. She took his left hand between her long fingers.

   "Teddy," she said softly.  "I may call you Teddy?  Good.  I'm not a
member of the church but I do know that confession is good for the soul. 
So I would like you to tell me where you have hidden the other pictures of
the Reverend Jones and his wife before I break another bone in your hand."

   For a fraction of a second he looked puzzled what did she mean,
"another" then Teddy screamed loudly as Elvira broke his little finger and
took a firm grip on the one next to it.

   "I'll count to three One Two "

   "They're in the Authorized Version in the bookcase," Teddy stammered. 
"You really hurt me."

   Elvira smiled.  She felt a warm glow of satisfaction.  She found the
envelope with the pictures.  "They seem to be having a ball, don't they
Teddy?" she said as she looked quickly at the selection before slipping the
envelope into her shoulder bag.  "Now tell me who they are and how you came
to know them."

   Teddy backed away from the quietly spoken virago without answering.

   "Give me your hand Teddy," said Elvira.

   Teddy responded by quickly putting both hands behind his back.

   "So that's how you want to play it, eh?" she said and, quick as a
striking snake, she grabbed his crotch, opened his fly and closed her long
fingers around the young man's scrotum.

   "It's known, I believe as the 'squirrel' grip.  Talk to me."

   Teddy talked.

   When he had finished Elvira broke the news that he had been assigned to
the Trobriand Mission.

   "Where?  Where's that?" sobbed Teddy, bent double over his crushed
testicles still in Elvira's merciless grip..

   "They're islands, Teddy.  Known as the islands of love," she said. 
"Pity about that," and she gave his nuts a final, painful, squeeze.

   When Cheryl got home from school she found Elvira examining the rumpus
room with its newly purchased polished wooden stocks and whipping triangle.
Cheryl's anger at this breach of privacy was short-lived after Elvira
explained what the bishop had asked her to do and the outcome.

   Cheryl was content that the problem had been dealt with so efficiently.
She added she hoped the information Teddy had given her about the
month-long home invasion and its aftermath would remain strictly
confidential.

   "You mean your second job, Cheryl?  Of course," said the bishop's PA as
she stroked the polished wood of the stocks.  "In fact I was just thinking
if you need an unpaid apprentice at any time I'd be happy to join you.  I'm
partial to dealing out a little violence now and again.  There's safety in
numbers and with Teddy away "

   Cheryl promptly accepted the offer and arranged for Elvira to come back
on Saturday evening to begin training.  "Bring your own whip," she said as
the athletic blonde climbed into her Mini-Cooper.  "See you tomorrow." ***
Carmine had his driver drop him at his city apartment so he could make a
secure phone call and change into plain clothes before he drove north of
the city in an unpretentious Ford sedan.

   Five miles north of the city boundary he turned right off the interstate
and followed a minor road that served the golf-clubs, hobby-farmers,
horse-breeders and market gardeners of the well-watered area that was North
Summer County.  Half an hour later he turned into a drive-way that led to
the secure gates of CM's Country Club the most expensive and exclusive
brothel in the state.  The sensors in the gate recognized the car's
electronic signature and they slid open to admit the bishop.  He drove to
reception and left the car to be parked under cover by one of the
attractive young women who ran the place.  The madam she had resisted all
attempts to call her the CEO waited for him on the veranda that surrounded
the low building, one of several set in the well manicured grounds of the
establishment.  She was an athletic fifty-year old of medium build with a
good figure and lively manner.  Her face was still beautiful enough to turn
heads in a crowd.  Her black hair was cropped close to her head.

   "You found them?  You really found my naughty boys?" said the notorious
Carla Malone.  "Red, you are incredible.  All my police and agency contacts
haven't had a whiff of them since they were discharged from that juvenile
lock-up." She tucked an arm through the bishop's and led the way into her
private suite of rooms next to the receptionists desk.  "I had one report
from the Company that Byron had been seen at the Gay Mancheros bikers bar
about eight weeks ago.  That's all.  No messages.  No 'please send money,
we're broke'.  Where are they and what have they been up to?"

   "They are probably in Skirmish an obscure village in Skirmish Valley
some three hours drive to the south of the city.  But as to what they're
doing apart from fucking my vicar and his attractive new wife I don't know.
I will have a better idea when I can speak to Elvira on a secure phone."

   Carla indicated the green phone and Carmine tried to contact Elvira. 
His PA had not returned to the office so he left a message to call him when
she got back

   "Skirmish?  Never heard of it.  I wonder what's the attraction?" said
Carla.  She poured a generous single malt into a heavy crystal tumbler for
him and took a Perrier Water from the bar-fridge for herself.  "You'll stay
the night?  Dinner at the club, then, for you, a rare bird.  The sort you
really like"

   Carmine sipped his scotch and nodded contentedly.  "Thank you," he said.
The bishop's cock swelled at the prospect.  ***

   At dinner Carla and Carmine discussed what they had learned from
Elvira's visit to Teddy and his mother and her phone call to her employer.

   "They are trying to imitate your success story, my dear." said the
bishop.  "What did you call this place when you started?  'House of
Bondage' wasn't it?  Small run-down farm outside the city, you and your
step-daughter and one psychopathic male.  You abducted your first few
'ladies' and catered for the sizeable minority of well-heeled reprobates
who sought rough sex."

   "Including you, a tutor at the Theological College!"

   "And a spotter of likely lasses whose study visas were about to expire.
They started with Rosalie.  Who is she?"

   "She was the reason they spent two years in the can.  The silly boys
decided they didn't like the way Miss Rosa was conducting the biology class
at their very expensive private boys school.  She was on teaching practice
and very nervous.  They thought they would give the class a lesson in human
biology They stripped the girl naked and tied her to a desk then indicated
which orifices could easily accept an erect penis and which needed special
consideration.  They demonstrated and then invited the class to try their
hand.  Word spread and some of the junior classes became involved.  Rosalie
wasn't found until late in the evening.  The boys thought the janitor was
the last to fuck her before he called the dean and matron."

   The bishop smiled.  "Boys will be boys," he said.  "And the boy-friend,
Arthur?  Elvira says Teddy tried to be his friend but instead he got
assaulted by your adoptive sons who then moved in on him and his mother. 
Sounds to me as though they were pimping Arthur when Teddy made a pass at
him."

   "That would seem likely.  Presumably they were pimping Rosalie too,"
said Carla.  "After breaking the young woman by beating and fucking her
continuously, no doubt.  It's what they saw going on while they were
growing up."

   "But then, Elvira says, after a month with Teddy and his mother, during
which time they trained her to take in masochist clients, the boys moved to
"something better" as recommended by the charming Teddy and his much fucked
mum," said the bishop.  He sipped his port.

   "By 'something better' they meant Reverend Jones' house in Skirmish and
his bride of three months.  Younger woman, bigger premises.  They came back
to the city last Saturday for a night or two on the town.  They gave Teddy
pictures of his former boy-friend partying with your boys and let slip that
they may be on to something better than the Manse," said Carmine.

   "Teddy had a hissy fit and sent you a picture anonymously that didn't
fool you for a minute, dear Red, and as a result I've found my lost boys."

   "What do you want to do, Carla?  I'm a little anxious about Jones.  He
can be a bit quixotic in defense of his flock.  I understand from Elvira
that he paid your boys thousands of dollars to leave his wife alone last
weekend.  He does have a private income but it isn't inexhaustible.

   "Enterprising pair, my boys," said Carla.  "I'm tempted to do nothing.
To see what their next 'something better' is before moving in on them.  On
the other hand they could be heading for big trouble.  Any suggestions?"

   The bishop thought for a moment and had an idea.

   "I could send Elvira to Skirmish on Monday to keep us informed.  Jones
doesn't know her so she could pose as an auditor.  I wouldn't want her to
stay in the Manse.  Your boys might get hurt if they tried anything.  She
is a martial arts buff with an appetite for inflicting pain.  Elvira would
have to put up in Shepsville, about half an hour's drive away.  Elvira's
judgement is sound.  She could call us if need be and we could be on the
spot within thirty minutes in your helicopter."

   "Sounds good.  Let's do it," said Carla finishing her coffee.  She
reached into her jeweled purse and took out a key.  She slid the key across
the table to the bishop.  "Thank you for everything, my dear.  Pool Side
Hut three, Suite three, it's soundproof.  She may recognize you from
photographs.  She was a student at the Theological College.  It won't
matter.  She is destined for a special Bahrainian brothel and will never be
free of golden shackles.  Enjoy."