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 Something Better

   by Ozmanga

   4,403 words

   Chapter 11 Wednesday evening and later

   Matthew received the good news in Room Number Three as he was kneeling
astride the vicar's wife, with his rampant cock slithering between her
breasts.  The metal-framed bed rocked and squeaked as he banged away.  He
gripped Mary's tits hard in his big hands causing his victim to cry out in
unheeded protest.  Samantha sneered at her panting "husband" and waited,
hands on hips, until he came.  He spent his semen on the tall blonde's
abbreviated halter top, pushed up in his haste to ravage Mary's tits.  When
Samantha told him of the offer made by the vodka sales team he was a
pleased as his she was.

   "Samantha don't do this," said Mary struggling to sit up.  "You were my
friend.  You are making a terrible mistake You're a farmer not a madam."

   "Shut up, Mary.  I'll make more money tonight than this farm and stables
has made in a year.  I don't mind Matthew fucking your tits to get you used
to the idea.  I won't mind if a couple of hairy assed traveling salesmen
want to play with you in the punishment room.  If they want to see a bit of
lezzie action, well, I'll provide that for them too." She reached between
Mary's legs and gripped the blonde's swollen pussy lips and pinched.

   Mary gave a cry of pain and despair.

   "You won't say a word to the authorities.  I've seen pictures of some of
the things you got up to in the Manse with Pip and Byron and know they've
got a hold over you.  You'll do as I say and, if you're a good girl
tonight, I'll let you go home and be the vicar's wife until I need you
again."

   Matthew had pulled up his riding breeches and stood by the bed.  "Are
you going to fist-fuck her, or what?" he asked.  Samantha withdrew her hand
from Mary's crotch.  She shook her head.

   "We had best get these whores cleaned up and looking the part," said
Samantha.  She pulled at the tattered remains of Mary's Jodhpurs.  They had
been ripped in Matthew's initial assault on Mary's pussy.

   "Take her boots off, and that filthy halter-top," Samantha said.  "I'll
get the twins to take the women one at a time to our bathroom in the
farmhouse.  Get them washed and shampooed.  Find something for them to
wear. Pip tells me my friend Mary has some sexy underwear in the Manse.  He
might have to go and get a selection.  Then it's "hands off" until
tonight's party is over.  God, I can't believe how lucky we've been." ***
In the Manse Jeremy had managed to roll off the bed and wriggle to the
bedroom door.  It was difficult for him to get to his feet and turn the
door handle, bound as he was with yards of cotton rope pinning his arms
behind him, but somehow he managed the task.  Jeremy fell through the
opened door and wriggled along the corridor to the top of the staircase. 
Unfortunately the vicar misjudged his ability to control his descent.  He
cracked his head on the stone-flagged kitchen floor and lost consciousness.
*** Bishop Carmine spoke quietly to the powerful criminal on the other end
of his secure phone.  "Thank you for taking my call, Convener." he said. 
"It has taken me longer than I had hoped to reach you so I will be brief
and to the point."

   "Please," said the Convener of the Company Council.

   "I am aware that your current Director has ordered the killing of a
number of what he terms 'illicit' operators in the Skirmish Valley area. 
To be precise I have information that his assassins plan to kill and burn
all associated with an unauthorized brothel located in Jefferson's Farm.  I
can give you a geographical location if you require it."

   "There is no requirement.  I know the area.  The Director is acting
within his terms of reference.  May I ask how you heard this rumor?"

   Carmine laughed briefly.  "You may ask.  It is no rumor.  Please will
you rescind the Director's order and convene an emergency meeting of your
council at the farm to judge the individuals concerned, two of whom are the
local vicar and his wife.  Two of several innocent victims, I am assured,
of a pair of wild youths recently released from custody."

   "Carla Malone's adoptive sons."

   "I believe so."

   "She claims to have no contact with them."

   "So I'm told, Convener.  I believe her."

   "Hmm what would you do should I not agree to your request?"

   "I would have no alternative other than to alert the federal authorities
immediately.  I am confident they would act promptly to detain your
colorful trio of killers.'

   "Why not do so now?  No, don't answer that.  I appreciate your dilemma.
I will do as you request, your Grace.  Will you attend the meeting?"

   "No.  I would prefer to remain in the background."

   "In that case, goodbye your Grace."

   As the Convener ended the call he sent for his executive officer and
issued the necessary instructions to arrange the emergency Council meeting
for eight o'clock Thursday morning at the farm.

   Then he dialed the Director's number and told him of the bishop's
intervention.

   "I want you to send a signal to Mr Blue cancelling the proposed action.
But send it when it is too late for him to comply.  I doubt whether the
bishop will press for an investigation after the event if he has proof I
tried to halt the operation.  I shall be suitably apologetic.  And tell
Malone she is to attend the emergency Council at the farm herself.  I'll
speak to her there." *** The twins had Agnes naked in the bath.  They had
washed her pink stockings and the foundation garment she had been wearing
since their birthday orgy and were happily shampooing her soft brown hair.
Agnes was wary of the twins.  Since her abduction they had not always been
gentle with her but now they soaped and stroked her with the tenderness
they had shown earlier and she relaxed.  They told her about the
opening-night party planned for the evening then wondered, maliciously,
which opening the salesmen would prefer.  "This one or that," they joked as
they fingered and fisted her nether regions.  Agnes squealed with a mixture
of fear and delight.  *** Pip drove the Honda back to the Manse to collect
some of Mary's sexy underwear bought for her honeymoon but unworn due to
lack of enthusiasm on Jeremy's part.  He was surprised to see the vicar
standing by the kitchen table trying to saw through his bonds using a
bread-knife jammed into a drawer.  He shook his head, picked the vicar up
in a fireman's lift and carried him upstairs and dumped him back on the
bed.

   "Stay put this time you silly old bugger.  Your wife's going to enjoy
herself tonight.  We've got three traveling salesmen looking for a good
time.  Pity you can't watch but, don't worry, I'll take some pictures."

   Pip helped himself to Mary's bottom drawer and departed whistling.

   *** Gladys was just getting out of the bath when Pip returned from the
Manse.  He gave the twins his haul of underwear and suggested they kept
Gladys in black.  While they were sorting the clothes he cornered the
petite woman in the bathroom and made her fellate him promising her a spell
in the pillory if she spilled a drop of his ejaculation.  She struggled to
obey him and he rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek.

   "Whose next for the tub," he asked the twins.  "Mary or Elvira?  I'll
fetch her for you"

   The twins wanted Mary next.  They had found a black lace teddy with high
cut thighs rather like Agnes' foundation-garment and were debating whether
she should wear that or a black and scarlet-trimmed peek-a-boo bra,
garter-belt and French knickers.  Pip said he'd fetch her for a bath,
shampoo and fitting and strolled over to the club munching a sandwich
Samantha had made for lunch.

   He found Mary naked in room three and led her barefoot back to the
farmhouse.  He told her he'd been back to the Manse and why.  He said
Jeremy was anxious to join them but, at present, he was all tied up.  Mary
regarded him with disgust and stepped into the bathroom were a fresh warm
bath had been prepared by the twins.

   Pip collected Gladys.  The twins had done a good job on her.  She wore
high-heeled black pumps and clean black stockings held up by a broad
elastic lace garter belt with four suspender straps.  A matching bra and a
black gloves contrasted with her white flesh.  The ensemble was topped off
with a black straw hat.  They had given her eye shadow and a bright crimson
lipstick.  Mary who had never seen the Chair of the Women's Auxiliary wear
any make up was amazed at the transformation.  She called, "Gladys, you
look lovely," as the smaller woman walked past the bathroom door but Gladys
did not acknowledge the greeting.  *** Matthew stood eating his sandwich
and looking at the Elvira's exposed and defenceless body still locked into
the pillory.  When he finished eating he patted her smooth, muscular rump.
He rubbed her pussy and pushed his thumb into her ass before he walked
around the head board and pushed the same thumb into her open mouth.

   "I could fuck a neat little blonde like you all day long but it's "hands
off" after the kids have dressed you up for tonight's show so how do like
it?  Asshole or cunt?"

   Elvira snarled a curse at the riding master.  The ring-gag mangled her
words.

   "I'll take it that's 'asshole'," Matthew said as he positioned himself
behind the bogus auditor.  "So you wanted to ride, eh?  Well mount this Ms
Argent ," and he pushed his erection into her unlubricated anus.  As he
panted and pushed and groped for her swinging breasts Elvira took her
pleasure in thinking what she would do to him when the opportunity arose.

   The twins were intrigued by Elvira's hard muscular body and baby face.
They handled her with a degree of respect they had not shown the other
captive "whores".  When she was ready to be dressed the twins could come up
with nothing sexier than her skivvy with its cutouts for her breasts and a
pair of long black grip top stockings that reached almost to her fork.  A
pair of Agnes patent leather pumps fitted her small feet before she was
escorted to Room Number one .  *** Jeremy managed to get downstairs a
second time and on this occasion he was able to jam the bread-knife firmly
in the drawer and saw through the ropes holding his hands together behind
his back.  He removed the ball-gag and untied his legs.  Without giving a
thought to what he could do when he arrived Jeremy set out on foot for the
farm as the sun was going down.

   As he jogged along the narrow road in the falling light Jeremy failed to
hear the Company sedan come up behind him until a blast of its horn sent
him tumbling into the ditch.  Mr Yellow got out.

   "It's the vicar," he called.  "He's okay.  Where are you heading,
vicar?"

   "The farm.  Jefferson's Farm.  It's up the road a way."

   "That's where we're going.  Jump in we'll give you a lift."

   "Er.  No thanks "

   "Get in.  You've no choice." said Mr Yellow sadly pushing him into the
back seat.  "I hate it when we do priests," he grumbled.  "It's unlucky."

   Samantha and Matthew met the bogus vodka salesmen at the gate.

   Samantha said "Hi, I'm Sam.  I'm the Madam of this new establishment,"
and led the way into the candle-lit club-house.  Matthew, with a jolly
"I'll take care of the vicar," escorted the Reverend Jones to an unoccupied
room and locked him in.  Jeremy tried to protest but Matthew told him to
shut up or he'd be bound and gagged.  Jeremy sat on the bed and sulked.

   The free crates of vodka in fact bought that afternoon and paid for by
Mr Blue on behalf of the Must Hang Dude Ranch were unloaded and carried
into the unfinished "club-house".The promised oil lanterns were unloaded
from the trunk and the party began.

   Mr Blue handed a bottle each to Samantha, Matthew, Pip and Byron and the
twins and insisted they drank a toast to the best little whore-house in
Skirmish Valley.  He had doctored several bottles with a Rohypnol mixture
and filled three marked bottles with water.  These were the ones held by
him and his colorful companions.

   "Let's see the girls," said a hearty Mr Blue.  "And have a drink to
celebrate.  Don't worry about glasses.  Everyone has a bottle.  Cheers!" He
lifted his bottle of water to his lips and drank deep.  The others in the
club room followed suit.

   Samantha wiped her lips with the back of her hand and asked Matthew, Pip
and Byron to do the honors and parade the girls.  The men had another swig
of adulterated vodka and hurried to do her bidding.

   "You gotta understand, guys, we weren't planning on opening just yet. 
The girls aren't properly broken in," said Samantha.

   "What d'ya mean, Sam.  Don't tell me they're all virgins?" said Mr
Yellow.  His remark was greeted with raucous laughter.

   "Not quite," said Sam taking another swallow of the fiery spirit. 
"They've all been abducted.  And raped." To her surprise there was no
reaction from the vodka salesmen.  "Some more'n others.  Here come Gladys
and Agnes."

   Matthew appeared with Gladys and Agnes.  Gladys' dramatic black costume
contrasted with Agnes cheerful pink and white.  Gladys scowled and tried to
cover her exposed pussy with a black-gloved hand while Agnes smiled and
simpered at the audience.  Mr Yellow clapped.  "Nice tits, Aggy." he
called. Mr Brown took a swallow of water and wished it was vodka.

   "And here is Mary.  Mary is the youngest yet the most experienced of our
girls," said Samantha.

   Mary was ushered into the room by Pip.  Mr Brown and Mr Yellow
recognized her as the whore in the yellow dress.  She looked the part in
scarlet and black underwear.  Her breasts were straining at the fabric of
her peek-a-boo bra and the opening in the front of her French knickers
displayed her puffy vulva to perfection.

   Mr Brown sat up and took notice.

   "And finally, a pocket Venus who just dropped in today, Elvira."

   Elvira strode into the room as if she owned it Byron was behind her.  Mr
Yellow said, "Christ.  She was in the hotel last night.  She was an
auditor."

   "Now she's a whore," said Samantha taking another swig at the vodka
bottle.  "So, guys, which one are ya gonna fuck?

   Mr Blue laid a restraining hand on his two assistants.

   "Let's not be too hasty.  The night is young.  How about a little
exhibition?  Some girl on girl action to enjoy while we have a little
drink?"

   Samantha, who was feeling wooly, got the message reached for her riding
crop.

   "Mary, my love," she crooned.  "Show the gen'elmen how you can fist
Agnes's pussy while she plays with your beautiful tits."

   Mary turned to Agnes then sank to her knees.  The move brought Mary's
head level with Agnes' waist.  Agnes leaned forward and slipped Mary's
breasts out of their covering while the vicar's wife put two fingers into
Agnes' exposed vagina and began to push them in and out.  Agnes' noises of
satisfaction were genuine .  Mary, hating being the object of such
lecherous scrutiny, faked her delight in Agnes' loving manipulation of her
tits.  They hugged and kissed then Agnes also knelt and as Mary lay back
and opened her legs Agnes buried her face between the black lace trim of
Mary's French knickers.  Mary, eyes closed with a mixture of embarrassment
and ecstacy, played with her hardening nipples as Agnes tongued her pussy
for several minutes and then she came noisily and genuinely.  Fuck meat,
she thought.  That's me.  Shameless fuck meat.

   The three Company hoods did not have to pretend being aroused by the
pretty display.  Nor did Matthew and the cousins who drank deeply while
watching the truly erotic performance.

   "Wow," said Mr Blue.  "Great stuff.  Let's drink to the lovely whores
Agnes and Mary." He raised his bottle and everyone present, including the
twins, followed suit.  "Give all the whores a bottle someone.  Can't have
them sober and us drunk, can we?" Agnes and Mary climbed unsteadily to
their feet.  Mary adjusted her bra.

   Matthew hurried clumsily to obey but Mr Yellow beat him to the crate and
ensured the women were given drugged vodka.  Mr Blue proposed another
toast. Everyone drank

   "What's in there?" asked Mr Blue indicating the door that led to the
punishment room.  No one answered.  Samantha was slumped in a chair.

   He got up and opened the door to the punishment room.

   "Hey, Sam," he said you didn't say anything about S and M.  Who's going
to give us a show?

   "I will," said Gladys.  "Put one of them in the pillory and I'll make
her howl." She indicated either Agnes or Mary.  She took a long pull at her
bottle of vodka, her eyes glazed.

   "No" chorused the twins.  "Let us show you." They quickly seized the
fuddled Gladys and fitted her into the pillory and secured her legs.  "Why
don't you beat her?" Sarah or Sandra said to Mr Blue, raising their vodka
bottles in salute.

   Mr Blue, seeing his plan was working well believed it was only a
question of time before all the inhabitants of the brothel would be
unconscious.  So he accepted the proffered riding crop and swung it
fiercely.  As the small black-clad woman reacted to his violent blows by
bucking and screaming he got an almighty hard on.  He started to unzip his
fly only to find one of the twins had beaten him to it.  "We like to help,"
said the young woman extracting his cock from his suit pants.  "She's got a
tight cunt," said the other.  "Fuck her hard."

   "While the boss is having his fun, I'm taking mine," said Mr Yellow to
Mr Brown.  He got up, carrying his bottle of water, and crossed the room to
where Elvira stood seemingly unaffected by the vodka he thought he had seen
her drink.

   "Take me to your room," he said.  "I'm gonna fuck your brains out little
auditor." Elvira hesitated then reluctantly turned and led the way to her
room As they entered the small candle-lit cell-like space she turned and
smiled and hit him with a stiff fingered blow below his rib cage.  Mr
Yellow was conscious but paralyzed as she tied his wrists to his ankles
before applying pressure to a point on his neck when his lights went out.

   By the time Mr Blue had shot his load into the screaming Gladys only he,
she, and Mr Brown were awake.  Agnes and Mary were asleep on the floor.

   "Give her some vodka," he said and lets start getting them into
position. Where's Yellow?"

   "Went off with the auditor," said Mr Brown.  "A while back."

   "Get him," ordered Mr Blue.  Mr Brown hurried to carry out his orders.
The door to Elvira's cell was ajar.

   "Hello," said Elvira as Mr Brown poked his head into her cell.  "Have
you come to join your friend?"

   Before he could reply she smacked him with a vodka bottle and he went
down and stayed down.  Fuck subtlety, she thought, it's time to get nasty.

   Mr Black was trying to get Gladys out of the pillory when he heard
Elvira behind him.

   "Want a hand?" she enquired as she chopped a rabbit punch to the side of
Mr Black's neck.  He collapsed like a loosely filled sack.  Elvira dragged
Mr Black's unconscious body to her cell and tied him up like the other
Company assassins.  She breathed a sigh of relief before she became
conscious of a noise from one of the cells.

   Investigating she found a distressed Reverend Jones anxious, as ever, to
help.

   By nine o'clock, with Jeremy's assistance she had secured Samantha and
the twins.  They were unconscious and locked in one of the cells.  She put
Pip in the Pillory and Byron on the yet to be tested rack.  Matthew she
suspended from a beam in the punishment room.  Then she advised Jeremy to
find Mary and the other women and get them to bed.  When they wake up they
were to drink lots of water but please, she asked, stay in that part of the
building.  Jeremy was puzzled but did as the Bishop's auditor advised. 
While he fussed about the unconscious women Jeremy saw Elvira disappear
into the punishment room and close the door.

   He heard the screams start at about eleven o'clock and they didn't cease
until just before dawn when a blood spattered Elvira came to say goodbye.
She had a serene smile on her face.  Like the cat that ate the cream,
thought the vicar of Skirmish.

   "I'm going now" she said.  "To clean up.  But you are to wait here. 
Before I leave the farm I will give you a cell phone which is a direct link
to Bishop Carmine.  Use it.  The Bishop will explain all you need to know.
Goodbye." *** The Convener and his emergency Council the Director and two
dark-suited Managers arrived at Jefferson's Farm in a Company helicopter a
few minutes before Carla Malone landed in hers.  Jeremy, who had spoken to
the bishop, met them and escorted the four men and Carla to the
accommodation building that was to have been the brothel.  The council sat
in the club room, still showing signs of last night's excesses.  Matthew
was unconscious and broken on the rack and Byron's dislocated and battered
body lay groaning on the floor.  Pip still quivered in the pillory, his
back flayed raw by repeated whipping.

   Jeremy explained that Bishop Carmine had given him instructions to
cooperate with the Council and offered to be the first witness.  He
explained briefly the circumstances leading to Pip and Byron deciding to
move into the Manse, his wife's rape and the subsequent blackmail.  Jeremy
recounted his distress at Mary's account of her experience at the hands of
Samantha and Matthew.  He described the abduction and rape of Gladys and
Agnes by Pip and Byron finally told of his alarm when Pip abducted the lay
auditor.

   He recounted his futile efforts to rescue the victims of the proposed
brothel.  He described the situation he found when he was freed by Elvira
during the night and could only surmise that Elvira Argent had been a lucky
if vengeful woman.  He did not know where she had gone.  He offered to
answer any further questions.  He was surprised when they had only one.

   "What do you know of Carla Malone?' said the Convener.

   "Nothing," said Jeremy.  "Never heard of her."

   He saw the woman who had arrived in her own aircraft smile.  He was
dismissed.  He quickly loaded the three women abductees now each wrapped in
a warm blanket but barely awake and nursing a fearful hangover into his
motor and drove off to the village.  He was early enough, he hoped, to
avoid notice as he delivered Gladys and Agnes to Rose Cottage and drove
himself and Mary to the Manse.

   Samantha and the twins corroborated all Jeremy had said to the
committee. Samantha admitted to having worked for Carla for a short time in
the past and to knowing Pip and Byron were her adoptive children.  She said
that they had told her their partnership in the brothel was nothing to do
with Carla Malone in fact they meant to show their independence from their
adoptive mother and she believed them but hoped for Carla's support if it
were needed.

   The Council withdrew to the farmhouse to judge and sentence.  The
Convener and his Director looked grim.

   The Director was relieved of his position and obliged to sell fifty
percent of his Company shares at a discount to council members present.  Mr
Blue and his two assistants were reduced in rank and lost their color
status.  They were untied,.  The trio loaded their doctored vodka into
their vehicle and drove despondently away.

   The Council decided the physical damage sustained by Matthew, Pip and
Byron was punishment enough and handed the problem of their evacuation and
medical treatment to Carla.  The madam had them carried to her helicopter
and flown to the CM Country Club while the council pondered what to do
about Samantha and the twins.

   Samantha had tried to open a brothel without the Company's approval. 
Kneecapping was in order.  Carla made an argument that they leave Samantha
and the twins unharmed but under an obligation to continue to develop the
farm as a country club under her supervision and the Company's protection.
The council, sensing a profitable investment, concurred and having no
further business climbed aboard their helicopter and departed.

   Carla left a grateful Samantha and her subdued daughters to get some
more rest.  She took the Honda into the village.  The madam arrived at the
Manse just as Jeremy and his blanket-wrapped wife were entering the
building.  Jeremy made some fresh coffee while Carla spoke to them both. 
She reimbursed Jeremy the seven thousand dollars he had paid to save Mary
being prostituted in the city and offered a further twenty thousand dollars
as a "small consolation for the pain and humiliation inflicted on him and
his beautiful bride by her naughty boys."

   Mary wanted to know how the "boys" had become so "naughty" and Carla
explained that Pip and Ronald were the sons of two sisters conceived and
born in the so-called "House of Bondage".  The sisters had fulfilled their
contract then returned to Goa leaving the children behind to be brought up
by Carla and her entourage.  "It's not surprising they developed an
attitude to sex not generally approved of by the population at large," said
Carla.  "But they were popular, lively, lads and they do fuck with skill
and enthusiasm." As I'm sure you would agree my dear, she thought.  I'll
send them to the Farm when they are mended in a few months.  I'll bet my
boots you and the vicar will invite one or both to tea In the spirit of
forgiveness, of course.

   END