This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read and respond to all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net For more stories of Amy and Bethany, check out /~ShonRichards/ "The Legend of Indian Hollow" By Shon Richards "My name is Elder Vrice," I told the two young ladies. "I will be deciding if you are fit for trial or not for your violation of Indian Hollow." That got their attention. The two had been arguing with each other from their separate hospital beds. Why two government agents would be so hostile to each other was beyond me. I also didn't care. The insanity of the outside world was why the religious people of Indian Hollow avoided most contact. You can't tell me that "Survivor" is the product of a healthy society. "What violations?" the blonde asked. She looked stunning with the sunlight reflecting off her long blonde hair and I had to keep my mind off her wonderful cleavage. I knew that this one, Bethany Taylor was the name she gave us, had to be sinful. Women just don't look that good in a hospital gown without being a sinner of some kind. "You and your partner landed your parachute right on top of Howell's Shrine," I told her. "You desecrated the holy ground that no woman had stepped on in over a century! It will take us a week to do the proper ceremonies to cleanse the town founder's shrine! We have tolerated the federal government spying on us for years, but this time, you have gone too far!" "We are NOT from the government!" the brunette snapped. This one had the look of a sinner too. She said her name was Amy Valentine and claimed to work for some company called Paragon Enterprises. I didn't like how she made a habit of uncovering her long legs and constantly crossing and recrossing them. It was terribly distracting and I had a duty to perform. "Oh please," I said as I answered her. "Am I really to believe that you two are from competing major corporations and that you were engaged in some sort of espionage on board a plane? Do you really think I would believe that the two of you fought in midair and that you had to share a parachute? It is obviously just some sort of clever ruse designed to confuse us so you two can spy on us!" Amy frowned, wrinkling her nose in a cute way that tempted me further from my path. "What kind of sick things are you doing here that you're so paranoid?" "See?" I asked her. "Questions like that just prove my point." "Fine," Bethany sighed. God, her breasts strained against her nightgown for a split second and I thought I was going to have to sit down. "We're evil government agents bent on destroying your holy town. Can we please call our lawyers for the trial you plan on having?" I relaxed. This was much more familiar territory. Back in my element of religious law, I could forget how wonderfully luscious Bethany's chest was and how fit and desirable Amy's legs were. "Lawyers?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh, that's right. Your system of justice has so much faith in God that you rely on wealthy people trained in a legal language no one else understands to tell you if you are guilty or not. We are a refined and sophisticated society based on the Eight Dreams of Clarity that Ignatius Howell had." Amy looked a little worried. "If you don't have lawyers, what kind of trial are we expecting? Should we expect trial by combat?" I laughed. "We're not barbarians! We shall draw lots among our Town Elders and those who are chosen will don the masks of the Lesser Gods. In the roles of the Divine, they will debate your fates while trying to emulate the wills of the Lesser Gods. This insures that your trial will be fair and just. Just pray that Brother Cole doesn't get the Blight Bat mask, he tends to be a little violent. If you are really lucky, Sister Mohan will draw the Wealth Pig mask and you'll only be fined for your crimes." The simplicity and honesty of our system stunned the two agents into silence. I left the two and went to work preparing their trial. In the privacy of my office, I performed the lottery to determine who would assume which God's role. When I say lottery, I mean I just picked people but that was something you don't tell the others. As Senior Elder, it was a heavy burden to keep such a secret, but really, these things were too important to leave to chance. After making the proper selections and calling the participants to make sure they would be present for the trial, I took the rest of the day off. I needed my rest for tonight's activities as I had given myself the Fertility Wolf's role, and I had big plans for the two agents. The last time we had government trespassers, they were just four young college age boys and there was no chance to "relieve" my stress. Those four had actually tried to give us some fool story about taking a road trip to a distant college to get some video tape before a girlfriend saw it. Why does the government think we would believe such fool stories? I smiled as I remembered their screams when the Moon Harlot had her way with them. My secretary, the lovely Ms. Winters, awoke me from the nap I was taking in my office. I was having erotic dreams about the government sinners and the sight of the ash blonde Ms. Winters only reminded me of how badly I wanted to keep dreaming. "What is it Ms. Winters?" I demanded harshly. "The two women have escaped!" she said in disbelief. I shared her confusion. "How did they get past the sheriff's men?" "Sheriff Colt said they disarmed his men after seducing them!" my secretary said. "All of them?" I asked. There were eight deputies assigned to them. Ms. Winters nodded. I shook my head. What a bunch of sluts. So much for that story of being enemies, they were working well enough together now. I honestly didn't expect them to escape, and certainly not armed. The town of Indian Hollow was a peaceful community; two crazed women could do a lot of damage. Hell, considering how pissed off they was this morning; I knew they wouldn't just be content with leaving. "We have no choice, Ms. Winters," I said as I opened my desk. The special keys were right where they had lain for the past seven years. "We're going to need the Blight Bat to get these ladies back." "Okay," she said. "I'll go get the mask while you call whoever you want to be the God." "You misunderstand me," I told her. "I don't think a man in a mask will be enough. We need the Lesser God himself." ~~~ Through a secret door in my office, down a long winding stone staircase and over an underground river, I led Ms. Winters into Indian Hollow's greatest secret. There was a reason why old Ignatius Howell settled here. This was literally where the Lesser Gods dwelled. We passed several locked stone doors, each of them ten feet high. Ms. Winters was terrified but it couldn't be helped. The Lesser Gods were strange and demanding. I wouldn't be able to control the Blight Bat without her aid. In front of the Blight Bat's locked cave, I drew the circle. Fortunately, the Church keeps a vial of doe blood for just this sort of occasion. Ms. Winters kept quiet as I recited the chants and spells that would awake the beast. She was a good secretary and a devout woman. I was just lucky she had a pretty mouth as well. "Now Ms. Winters, listen carefully," I instructed her. She knelt in front of me as I commanded and didn't even flinch when I unzipped my pants. "The Blight Bat is an angry creature and doesn't fear any man or woman," I explained. "Only with what Howell described as an "Iron Rod of Flesh' can he be controlled. You must give me an erection and you must help me keep it. If my member flags or climaxes, the Blight Bat will be out of our control and he'll return to his lair. Understand?" "Should I take off my blouse?" Ms. Winters asked. "Of course not," I told her kindly. "I am a religious man." She nodded and began to stroke my cock. I was already hard; my dreams of Amy and Bethany were quite explicit. Ms. Winters had a steady rhythm and a strong grip that surprised me. When she licked her hand to give us better lubrication, I knew I would need to talk to her later. She was a bit too experienced for her age. I groaned when she took me into her lips. My cock was engulfed in her wet mouth and I felt her tongue playing with the underside of my tip. Her cheeks sucked in and she brushed her light blonde hair out of her eyes so she could look at me. Damn it! Who had been fucking my secretary? The Blight Bat roared in my thoughts and I stopped thinking about the capable Ms. Winters. I was in control of the beast! With my member locked in Ms. Winter's lips, I pushed my senses towards those of the Blight Bat. WE looked around our cave and found it too dark and dismal for our power. Using my human knowledge, WE pushed from the ground and unfurled our wings. The stone was immaterial to us as WE shifted our density to glide through the solid earth. With a roar from our lips, we flew upon the world once again. The Moon was yellow and bright; a true hunter's moon. WE heard the sounds of the town below us, and our hunger was immense. WE wanted to destroy. WE wanted to rape. WE wanted to bring the Blight to all that walked, crawled and lived! I reached for Ms. Winter's hair and felt her silken tresses. My cock responded and I thrust against her tongue. Using my desire, I wrestled control of the Blight Bat away from his hunger. I couldn't sublimate him completely but I could steer him. Once he heard my thoughts on our prey, WE merged together once more. WE turned in the night sky. Our wings felt and caught the wind as well as the scent of those WE sought. The two smelled unique in this town and they were easy to pick out of the faithful. WE flew towards them with all our speed. Our eyes saw their hospital gowns beneath the trees and the fear and disbelief on their faces. Their guns were useless. The bullets could not harm the divine. WE kicked Amy to the ground but she rolled with our kick and avoided any injury. Bethany fired at point-blank with her gun and WE laughed as her hot lead melted into us. Elsewhere, Ms. Winters sucked slowly. She was teasing and wonderful, but always in control of my eager cock. My balls were cupped and squeezed, aiding me in my control. WE picked up Bethany by the throat and WE had to struggle with our hunger. Her breasts were larger than the River Maiden! The wind rippled threw her gown and nearly disrobed her while she was in our grasp. Quickly, WE threw her away before our lusts overwhelm us. Amy kicked US in the back and WE growled. The fool thought she could win! WE spun around and knocked her back down to the ground with our wing. She slid into the dirt and left a wake of flying leaves in her path. Her hospital gown rode up from the hit, and her bare legs were shining in the moonlight. WE paused, salivating as WE smelled her sex from afar. Gods, it was such a sweet smell! WE stomped towards her while our tongue flickered about our face. Amy yelled something to Bethany but in our lust, we didn't hear what she said. The fallen brunette started yelling louder as we approached and WE managed to regain our composure to hear what she said. "The bitch ran away!" Amy screamed. She was angrier at Bethany than she was mad at her doom. "Perhaps you two really are enemies," WE growled. WE stood above her, our cock coming to life and swinging between our knees. Amy's eyes widened as she saw her future mate. "Hey, does that mean you'll let us go?" Amy tried desperately. "Well to be honest," WE growled. "WE really don't care now." Elsewhere, my fingers were pulling Ms. Winter's head towards my cock. I needed to sink deeper into her, yet I also had to retain control. The Blight Bat was about to attack Amy and I had to make sure it didn't turn sexual. I wanted her destruction, not her rape and to keep control, I had to keep my 'Iron'. "Fuck you asshole!" WE heard seconds before Bethany barreled into us from behind. In our struggle for control, WE had neglected our senses! Now the blonde bitch had us on the ground and on top of Amy! It was too much! The skin of the young women sang when it touched our skin. As WE grasped and kicked against their soft bodies, WE could feel the straining of Amy's fit legs. WE could feel the pillows of Bethany's breasts as we pushed against her. WE could smell their long hair as it whipped against our face and WE could hear their sexy throats as they groaned and yelled. "Oh shit!" I yelled as I pushed my cock down Ms. Winter's throat. WE screamed as Amy grabbed our cock. The strong women had her arm wrapped around our cock as she delivered kick after kick into our stomach. The kicks were painless but the grip on our cock was making our ears fold back onto our head. Bethany was worse. The busty blonde's nightgown was ripped in several places and the moonlight was revealing her tits. They swung as she swung and they bounced when her fists connected with our body. WE knew we had to fight her, but after years of being locked in that cave, all WE wanted to do was fuck those nearly divine breasts! It was so unfair! Who the fuck ever fights the damn Blight Bat? Elsewhere, I was whispering and begging. "Ms. Winter, keep me hard," I groaned. Sweat was coming from my brow as I struggled to keep control. Ms. Winter answered me with an affirmative moan. I trembled as I nearly climaxed right there. Back at the fight, things were getting worse. The bitches were too fast! WE were so much stronger than them but the could move! Watching Amy's legs flash in the night and Bethany's tits jiggle as she dodged was giving them the edge they needed to stay ahead of my lust distracted swings. Angered at being defeated by mere women, WE lost our mind and tried to bite Bethany. She nearly died as our great jaws almost clamped on her face but that bitch Amy, kicked her just in time. As Bethany went flying back, our jaws snapped in frustration and in anger, our tongue flicked out at her. Our tongue struck her on the left nipple. The taste of Bethany's nipple was like wine with our heightened senses. I tasted her sweat, her fear and her soft skin with one quick flick. It was our undoing. Elsewhere, I shuddered and climaxed in Ms. Winter's mouth. My faithful secretary was stunned and immediately fell back. I yelled in anger as my cock continued to ejaculate and sprayed Ms. Winters with my seed. The thick streams landed in her hair and on her face; a testimony to my weakness. WE fell apart. Our wonderful divine body was seized and torn by the cosmic laws of magic. Without my human control, the divine part of the Blight Bat was ripped back to his cave where his essence dwells. WE watched helplessly as the two agents stared in amazement. WE couldn't even throw a final insult at the two unbelievably lucky sluts. "Elder Vrice, what happened?" Ms. Winters demanded as she wiped my cum from her forehead. "I failed," I said miserably. "Amy and Bethany are well on their way out of here, no doubt to continue on whatever infernal mission they were on." "Shall I call the sheriff?" Ms. Winters asked. "No, there is another of the Lesser Gods I must go to now," I told her. It was with heavy dread and dire fear that I pulled out another sacred key from my pocket. Ms. Winters said nothing as I turned to another of the locked caves though she did whimper when she recognized the glyph on the floor before it. She didn't understand how dire my crime was. Only the Moon Harlot could punish me properly now.