This is a make believe story about make believe characters. My story archive: /~brd/ Bedazzled/Joan of Arcadia: In God We Trust (MF, mf, Ff-best, inc, fist, ws, oral, anal, snow, cons, rape, viol) by Big Red Dope (bigreddope@hotmail.com) Among the sea of people in a Los Angeles bus station two were sitting at a table playing a quiet and intense game of chess. As the dark haired white woman pondered her next move the black man across from her spoke. "I told you Elliot wasn't the best choice." "Quiet, I'm thinking here," The woman replied. A few minutes later she finally moved her knight, which put the man in position for a checkmate. "Checkmate," The man smirked. "Like I said, I told you Elliot wasn't the wisest choice." "Don't you ever get tired of winning?" The brunette woman grumbled. "I can't help it if I'm good." "You know everyone's move before they make it." "You know I don't cheat by reading people's minds. Every person I've beat I beat honestly." "I don't want to believe you, but I know you can't lie. As for Elliot, everyone has their off days. Look at you. You couldn't save me, you had to send me to Hell." "If I let you do whatever you wanted, then everybody would want the same treatment and it'd be chaos. Besides, you're constantly starting wars between the angels. Ready for another game?" "No I think I'm done playing for the day. I've got quite a few souls to take from the law firm on 46th. There's going to be a shooting there in an hour." "I know the place. Bad things always happen when you deal with demons and vampires." "Anyway, before I go there is one more thing I want." "The answer's no." "And why not?" "You had your chance with Elliot. We only make this bet every two hundred years." "Well I want one more try before then. Like I said I had an off day when I chose him." "What kind of bet did you have in mind?" "I thought you said you don't do the mind reading thing." "I said I don't do that during chess." "Then you should know what I want." "Okay, I accept on one condition. If you win I'll let you back in heaven, but if you lose you can't leave Hell more than once a year starting this year." "Why not forever?" "Same reason that I let you leave Hell at all. I could banish you there forever and make you wait for the sinful to die before you got their souls if I wanted. Take it or leave it." "It's a deal." "And I get to pick the person." "Give me your best shot." "I'm glad you said that. The girl's not far from here in fact. She lives right down I-10 in Arcadia. Her name's Joan Girardi." "A girl this time? Nice. No restrictions again right?" "Same rules as with Elliot." *** "Isn't this nice?" Joan muttered aloud to herself sitting in the cafeteria during lunch reading the school newspaper. "What is?" a tall lanky kid asked sitting down across from her at the table. "It looks like the ACLU is going to get the Christmas display the school sponsors every year at the mall shut down." "They're only trying to remove the religious scenes," The boy corrected taking a bite from an apple. "Do I know you?" Joan asked suddenly catching herself talking to a stranger. The boy gave her a look of 'You know who I am.' "So I take it you want me to do something about the display at the mall right?" "Yes, this time I have something simple I want you to do. The next time you go to your meeting about the Christmas display they're going to ask you to remove the manger scene. I want you to make sure it's there once the display opens to the public." "That's it? There isn't any hidden cryptic meaning behind this?" "No, just make sure the manger scene stays in. Christmas has already taken a hard enough hit with it becoming a competition to see who can spend the most money on their kids." "Alright then. For some reason I think there's something more to this, than you're letting on, but I'll do it." "Thank you Joan," The boy said getting up from the table. "Oh, and remember, no matter how bad things seem at times there's always a plan and reason behind everything." "Who was that?" Luke asked joining his sister at the table. "Just someone who had something to tell me." "Anything interesting?" "Nothing anyone around here would understand." "Oh, okay. Look Joan as your brother and one of lower rungs on the totem pole here at school please reconsider taking Steve Ramsey to the winter formal." "Ugh! I've already been through this with everyone. I'm taking him to the dance so let it rest." "But why him of all people? If you really wanted to go that badly you could have ask Friedman." "And why exactly are you going with Grace? She seems an odd choice for you, considering you used to think she was gay." "It was more her idea than mine. I didn't even really want to go, but she's been getting into it with some kid named Charlie in one of her classes and decided to show him up at the dance. Besides she's not psychotic like Ramsey." "Ramsey is not psychotic, just misunderstood." "I know the dance is tomorrow, but I know someone who's not going and has a big crush on you." "I'm not going to the dance with Patrick." "Is this about the whole reanimating dead tissue thing?" "Mostly, but there are a few other creepy things. Look Luke, I'm taking Ramsey and that's it." *** Thirteen years ago... Peter Withers sat on the couch in his apartment living room watching Sleepless In Seattle with his girlfriend Naomi. He had seen the movie a hundred times, but it was her favorite and everytime it was on tv they always watched it together. "Hey I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything?" Peter asked getting up from couch and walking into the kitchen. "Make some popcorn will you?" "Sure," Peter replied opening the cupboard where he kept the popcorn. He stopped when he heard a knock at the door. "I'll get that." Peter left the kitchen empty-handed and answered his door. Outside stood two police officers. "Can I help you with something officers?" "Peter Withers you're under arrest for the murder of Samantha and Chelsea Donner," one of the men began reciting as he cuffed Peter. "Peter what's going on?" Naomi asked frantically as she got up from the couch. "Naomi call Jack and tell him the police have arrested me, then call my parents and tell them what's going on." "Yeah yeah sure," Naomi replied as she picked up the phone. Peter noticed a plain-clothes officer standing in the hallway as he was led out in cuffs. "Will you know I didn't kill those two girls!" Peter protested. "Peter, I want to believe you, but the evidence says that you did." "Girardi! I didn't do it! Girardi!" Peter pleaded his innocence from his arrest to his trial, but the circumstantial evidence and coincidences were just too much to overcome. The one piece of evidence that sealed his fate, was the one piece he couldn't explain away. Peter couldn't explain how the bloody knife used to kill the twin girls who lived two floors down with their single mother ended up in his car. Despite what the evidence showed Peter was an innocent man who was wrongly convicted and sent to jail to serve thirty-five years. Present... Now thirteen years later Peter sat alone in a strip club a jaded and very angry man. Shortly after his conviction Naomi shot herself in the head too upset to continue living knowing she loved a child murderer. Peter's father died a few years later and he was unable to attend his funeral. His mother quickly succumbed to Alzheimer's disease shortly there after and now spent her days in a rest home. But he was a free man now proved innocent with the advances made in science the use of testing DNA. As Peter watched a stripper named Ivy straddle a pole on stage and dance, his anger started to fester and boil aiming at Will Girardi. He was the officer who investigated the twins' death and had Peter arrested. Will was also the guy whose testimony sent Peter to jail for thirteen years. "Can I get you anything sweetie?" One of the servers asked stopping at his table. "Just another beer and the last thirteen years of my life back." "I can get you the beer, but I'm not so sure I can do anything about the thirteen years." "Forget it. Just get me a damn beer!" "Hey if you're going to act that way I'm going to call security and have you thrown out." "Sorry." "Don't worry, I can more than handle myself. You though you look like you could use a break. Why don't we go into one of the private rooms in the back and work some of that tension out of you?" The brown hair server whispered setting her tray on the table and straddling Peter's crotch grinding herself into it. "Not tonight, I want to be alone," Peter replied feeling his prick harden from the server's grinding. "That's not what it feels like to me. Come with me into the back. It'll be on the house." "Have I seen you somewhere before?" Peter asked looking into the woman's eyes. "You look vaguely familiar." "I don't think so. I've only been in California for three months." "Well what's your name sweetheart?" "Spice. What about you stranger?" "I'm Peter." "So what do you say Peter? Want to go in the back? It's free, I promise." "Alright, I've let you talk me into it." "You won't regret it," the brunette smiled leaving her server's tray on a nearby table and taking Peter into the back. The private room they ended up in was simple and plain looking. It had a couple of couches and a few small tables for setting drinks on, but not much else. "Why don't you sit down and take a load off?" The woman asked as she closed the room's door. Peter sat down on one of the couches with a smile on his face finally having something to get excited about. The woman provocatively danced in the center of the room, bending over in front of Peter letting him stare at the bad case of camel toe the hot nylon hotpants gave her. Spice stood up and straddled Peter's lap. Her top left little to the imagination as well being a sheer really low cut shirt. She pulled her shirt up over her head letting her firm C cup breasts breath. Peter reached out to fondle them, but then stopped concerned about Spice telling on him or getting caught. "Go ahead baby, play with my breasts," Spice encouraged Peter by grabbing his hands and placing them on her tits. The brunette felt Peter's dick stiffen quickly the moment his hands were on her chest. Thirteen years had passed since Peter had seen a good looking woman nude let alone got to play with her body. He savored the touch of Spice's breasts in his hands squeezing and massaging them as though this was his first time. Spice saw he wanted more and urged him on. "It's okay Peter, you can lick my breasts if you want to. We're all alone here," Spice said. Peter leaned forward slightly sticking his tongue out as Spice's right nipple got closer. With a still firm gentle grasp of Spice's tit he licked his tongue from the bottom to top on the left side of her chest. He quickly flicked his tongue across the nipple hardening it quickly so he could wrap his lips around it and suck on it gently pulling it out with his lips. "Mmmmmm... Yeah... That's a good boy Peter... That feels nice. Don't you feel better?" Spice purred as Peter took to flicking his tongue across her left nipple. "Oh yeah..." Peter grinned letting out a loud popping noise when his lips slipped off her breast. "I've got something that'll make you feel even better," Spice grinned wickedly. "Oh yeah? What's that?" "This." Spice climbed off Peter's lap and got to her knees on the floor. She spread his legs apart his erection ever present and visible in his pants. Spice then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling them and his underwear down when he momentarily stood up. All that was left before her was a rock hard eight-inch penis. Spice took a firm hold of it at the base and slowly began to stroke her hand up and down it. She could feel the excitement in Peter's shaft as it pulsed every time her hand slid over it. While she jerked Peter off Spice began to tongue his balls licking her tongue all over his sac. Peter moaned and saw a tiny bit of precum dribble out as Spice gingerly sucked on his left testicle and slowly switched to his right. "Mmmm... Spice I should warn you it's been awhile since I've had sex so my load will be pretty big when I come," Peter moaned. "That won't be for awhile long," she replied smiling before taking the tip of his cock into her mouth and working the rest inside. Peter smiled impressed how Spice eagerly and quickly took all eight inches of him into her mouth Even as his dick pushed against the back of her throat she didn't seem to let it bother her and keep sucking him off wrapping her tongue around his shaft each time her head went up and down. Loud enthusiastic groans began to leap from Spice as she continued suck on Peter's shaft. Suddenly he felt his cock throb and thought he was about to come. Orgasm didn't come just yet; it was just more precum though his groin was aching intensely. "There's one other wet spot you need to try," Spice said emptying her mouth and standing up. She dropped the last of her clothing to the floor and bent over the couch placing her hands on the back of it. With his hard-on in hand Peter eagerly stood up and got behind the waiting woman. Slowly he pushed the head of his penis between Spice's cuntal lips and slowly pushed in relishing the feel of her pussy hugging his cock inch by inch. When he bottomed out Peter stood there for a moment taking in the warm wetness of Spice's snatch. His hands then grasped her hips and slowly he began to pull out until he could see his cock head start to peek out. Then he slowly began to push back in. Spice moaned as Peter worked himself into a rhythm, his throbbing manhood thrusting in and out of her pussy excitedly. He began to moan as his throbbing became more intense. Peter could feel himself nearing orgasm again. Suddenly his dick opened up and his semen shot deep into Spice's womb. Peter was right when he said it had been awhile, but Spice already knew that. It was nice for her though to feel five large heavy shots of his cum squirt into her body. Peter slid out of Spice and flopped onto the couch with a thud. As his cock shrank back down Spice pulled her shorts up and put her shirt back on. "How are you feeling Peter? Better I hope?" "Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good right now. How much do I owe you?" "I'm not a hooker Peter. You don't owe me anything. Besides I said it was on the house." "Speaking of the house won't your shorts be wet here in a second." "Don't worry about me silly. Let's worry about you and what I can do for you." "What more can you do? You've done plenty." "What about Will Girardi?" "Who?" Peter asked uncomfortably quickly redressing himself. "The man who helped put you in jail for thirteen years, even though you were innocent." "Okay what's going? How do you know so much about me?" Peter growled. "I know everything about you Peter. I just want to help you." "Help me with what?" "Help you fix what's wrong with your life." "Unless you can give me my thirteen years back, then you can't help me." "I can't make time go backwards, but I can help even things out. Do have a wife or kids?" "If you know everything about me then you should already know that answer." "What about a good secure job?" "What's the point of all of this?" "Nothing really, except that Will Girardi has all of those things and you don't because of him. It's time to even things out wouldn't you say?" "Who the hell are you? You don't work here do you?" "My, my you're quick Peter. I'm the devil." "What?" "I am the Devil! Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Prince of Darkness! Well, the Princess anyway." "Fine let's say you're the Devil. What do you want from me?" "You don't believe do you?" "Eh... No." "This would go by so much faster if you would just accept that I'm the Devil. Since you won't though wish for something." "You said Will had kids. Does he have any daughters?" "One." "Good I want to see her getting gang banged." The Devil snapped her fingers and instantaneously one of the couches turned into a bed and on it was Joan who was laying on top of one guy who was thrusting his cock into her pussy. Behind her stood another guy who had his dick lodged in her ass, and in front of Joan was a third guy who was fucking her mouth. Peter watched smiling as Will Girardi's daughter was violated by three men. Then almost as quickly as it appeared, the scene disappeared. "Okay, I believe you, you're the Devil. So how can you help me?" "You want to destroy Will's life? Make him pay for what he did to you, having the chances in life you never got?" "Keep talking." "For the price of your pitiless little soul I can help you get even with Will Girardi, help you destroy the one thing you never had a chance to have; a family. All you've got to do is sign this paperwork." Peter grimaced as a large pile of papers landed with a thud in his lap. He looked at the first page and began reading, "I Peter, hearby known as the damned-The damned?" "Just sign Peter. It's all legal talk really. Once you get done taking your revenge you'll be free to walk away and never have to pay the consequences again. I'm on your side here, so here's what I'll do. For as long as you live you'll be able to do anything you want and never have to go to jail again. In return all you have to do is give your soul to me when you die. And what can be more fun than spending eternity with me?" "Will you asshole I'm coming for you," Peter grumbled as he signed the top page and gave the stack back to the Devil. "That's a good boy Peter! Now go have your fun!" The Devil exclaimed before walking out of the room. *** "So where's Grace?" Friedman asked as he and Luke stood near the table sipping on punch. "In the bathroom doing girl stuff." "Grace is doing that?" "Yeah, why?" "I don't know, it's just that everyone thinks she's a lesbian and she always tries to play hard. Sometimes I think she acts the way she does just so she can be the outcast, be different from everyone else." "She is a bit different than everyone, but that's kinda cool. So where's Kelly?" "Doing much the same as Grace. Said something about her make up not being right. Tell me again why Joan is here with Ramsey?" "I'm not sure myself." "Well look, I know this isn't quite you or Grace's thing, and I wouldn't even be going if it wasn't for Kelly, but her parents are out of town and a bunch of us are going to her house after the dance just to hang out if you want to come." *** "Yeah I'll go," Grace said matter of factly as she and Luke danced. "Can I ask why? You've never been one to be this social with your classmates for as long as I've known you," Luke said. "We don't have to go if you don't want to." "I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you, so we can go if you want." "I've got a better idea." "What's that?" "Let's leave early and go down to Beverly's." "Beverly's? Who's Beverly?" "Beverly's of Arcadia." "The motel? Why?" "Do you like me?" "Uh... There is some seed of attraction since I am the one who initially started up the idea of coming to the dance and..." "Shut up Luke." "Ok." "Let's leave now, and if anyone say's anything we'll say I was feeling sick. Besides nobody is expecting me to be here for the whole time." "Umm... Ok." "Good, now let's go," Grace said dragging Luke by the hand as they left the dance hall. *** "Tell me Charlie did you spike the punch with the powder I gave?" A brunette asked walking to Charlie's side as they watched Grace and Luke leave. "Yes I did. Won't it affect everyone who drinks the punch though?" "No, I formulated it specifically for Grace. It'll only affect her. "How can you be so sure?" "I just am." "I want my money before your substitution gig is up." "I've got something better. How would you like seven wishes instead?" *** "Where did you get that key?" Luke asked as Grace unlocked the door to room 18 at Beverly's of Arcadia. "That wasn't even the limo we came in." "Stop worrying about it. I had a friend of mine get the room earlier today. And the limo belongs to a friend of my dad's. Everyone thinks I'm a lesbian and some people think you're gay. Let's show them otherwise," Grace said as she shut the door to the room and reached behind her trying to unzip her dress. "Give me a hand with this will you?" "Are you ok?" Luke asked nervously as he unzipped the back of Grace's dress and it fell to the floor. He gawked staring at her near naked body. "I'm fine. Are you going to take that suit off or not?" "This all just seems a little forward for you... and me..." Luke replied as he took his jacket off. "We can stop if you want, but we're both grown up here. Let's be adults about this." "No, let's keep going, but just this is my first time and..." "It's mine too," Grace whispered in Luke's ear as the two nude teenagers sat on the edge of the bed. "Let's just go with it and see what happens. Now lay on your back." Luke crawled back on the bed and laid down. Grace smiled at his already erect penis and gently took it in her hands. Luke gasped as she took a firm grasp of it at the base and started off with a nice slow stroking motion. He could feel his cock twitch each time Grace's hand slid over the shaft. "You like that Luke? How does that feel?" "It feels nice," he moaned. "How about this?" "Oh god!" He muttered as Grace's tongue tickled his balls. "I see you like this," Grace smiled licking Luke's scrotum then working her tongue up the bottom of his shaft towards the tip. "Oh god yeah! Where did you learn to do this?" Luke grunted with some pleasurable agony as her tongue wove his away around his manhood. "I saw a movie at my cousin's once." "Oh God Grace!" Luke groaned loudly as Grace took his cock into her mouth and went down on him. He felt his dick throb as her lips pressed on as she bobbed her head up and down. Grace took Luke's balls into her hands and began to fondle them. As she did that she felt a sudden squirt of something into her mouth. Grace assumed it to be Luke's cum, but quickly realized that he was still hard and hadn't come yet. "It's not fair I do all the work Luke," Grace said suddenly getting up. "What do you-" he started but stopped as she got into a sixty-nine position with him. Still growing Grace didn't have a full blown bush yet, but had a nice tuft of hair to note that puberty was working it's course. Grace's pubic hair wasn't what Luke was concerned with though. It was the sight of female genitalia just inches from his face. He was too focused on that to realize Grace had started to suck him off again. Several minutes later she broke his concentration. "Are you going to get me off or just stare at it?" Grace asked. "Oh... Sorry..." Luke apologized as he ran his hand up and down Grace's slit. He marveled at it's moistness and heat when he slipped a finger inside. Grace moaned humming on Luke's dick as he pulled his finger back out. He took notice and began to work a second finger in and out of Grace's pussy. Luke could feel her gratification as her lips and tongue worked his dick over. He then pulled his fingers from Grace's pussy and smelled them briefly before licking her girl juice off of them. Luke liked the taste of Grace's wetness and dove his tongue into her snatch. The moans from her body increased intensely as his tongue wiggled up and down her slit tasting her insides. Luke and Grace could feel the effects they had on each other as their oral stimulation turned on the other even more. Luke could taste her girl cum started to flow a bit and he licked up every bit. He could also feel as she worked over his cock with her lips and tongue sensuously sucking and working every inch of it over. Luke's crotch ached with every deepthroating she gave him and his dick ached for release. It was when she gave his balls a light squeeze that he started to come. Grace was temporarily caught off guard as Luke's first shot of semen struck the back of her throat making her gag. She regained herself and hungrily swallowed down his cum as it squirted into her mouth. Five shot's later with Luke's dick still rock hard Grace turned around on the bed. "That what's great," Luke smiled. "It's not over yet," She said returning the smile. "You're still hard." "So, how do you want to do this Luke?" Grace asked crawling onto his body. "Anyway you want to is fine," he muttered. "Fine just lay there then," She smiled sitting up. Luke could feel his dick start to throb and ache again as Grace straddled him slowly working his dick into her twat. She was a bit of tight fit, but it felt great to him. Then before he bottomed out in Grace Luke felt his member hit something and they stopped. "See? We're both virgins here, just push hard and pop my cherry." Luke couldn't believe what was coming out of Grace's mouth or the things they were doing, but he felt alive at the moment and couldn't care. He grabbed her hips and with soft thrust he broke through her hymen. Grace cried out at the pain, but a few minutes later it was gone for the most part. She leaned forward onto Luke pressing her breasts to his face. Grace was grinding her hips into his crotch as his hands remained at her sides. Luke brought his head forward licking at Grace's tits. An extra sensation of delight ran through her body each time his tongue managed to strike one of her nipples. Grace decided to help Luke out and held herself up on the bed with one hand while using the other to press her right breast to his mouth. Luke's lips quickly latched onto it sucking like a newborn. Grace's body jolted each time he pressed his tongue to her nipple. As her body started to burn more and more Grace placed both hands on the bed and began to really grind herself down hard on Luke's dick. Luke's cock began aching and throbbing beyond control as it seemed to push deeper into Grace's cunt. She suddenly screamed out in orgasm, her pussy clamping down on Luke's member. Luke could see Grace's face squirm in delight and felt her girl cum begin to trickle down his leg. Suddenly his body gave out as well and he came a second time squirting his semen into her belly. Luke's second orgasm was bigger than the first and he began to feel his cum drip onto his body. When he finished coming and Grace climbed off of him, she dug two fingers deep into her snatch scooping out his cum and sucking it from her fingers. She then turned around to face Luke. "Let me clean that up like they did in the movie," Grace said noticing Luke's mess. She began to lick Luke's cum that still covered his dick and his legs. When there was nothing, but a trail of saliva on Luke's body Grace sat down on the bed next to Luke. "So how was you're first time?" She asked smiling. "It was good. It felt nice. You?" "The same, but don't be expecting this to happen all the time. We've got reputations to maintain you know." "I know," Luke smiled. "But if you don't mind people thinking we're some sort of odd couple, then we could go out and do something. Catch a movie or something." "Sounds good, just try not to act so hard and tough all the time." "Just as long as nobody we know is around." "Already back to your old self I see." "Maybe. You read to go again?" Grace asked coyly. "My my Grace Polk. How I've misjudged you like everyone else," Luke answered smiling as she started to jerk him off again. *** As Monday rolled around Joan found herself eating lunch at school by herself as she went over some paperwork and ideas for this year's mall Christmas event. Tonight she'd be meeting with the project supervisors and would try to finalize things. She looked up as she took a sip from her Diet Pepsi and saw Luke walking nearby. "Hey Luke come here for a second," Joan called out. "Hey what's up? I've really got to get caught up on my chemistry project so I'm going to work on it during lunch so please make this quick." "No problem, I was just wondering about something. Where were you on Saturday night?" "I was at the dance with Grace." "I know, but I saw you two leave early." "She wasn't feeling well so we left and she went home." "Well how did you two leave? I thought you two shared a limo with Friedman and his date?" "We did, but we ran into someone outside that Grace knew and they gave us a ride home." "Would I know this person?" "No, I barely know the person. Are you done with the third degree?" "Yeah I've got to finish these notes for the Christmas display anyway. I'll see you later." "So I can go now mother?" "Shut up." *** Luke smiled humming to himself as he placed a beaker of distilled water on his lab table. He opened his notebook and started writing some notes concerning his project. He stopped momentarily to think about something and reached behind his neck to scratch it with his pen. He jumped in his seat startled as a raven crashed through one of the room's windows. Luke's hand hit the beaker spilling the water on the floor as he ducked while the bird flew around the room for few seconds before flying back out through the broken window. "Damn it!" Luke grumbled looking at the broken glass and the water on the floor. "I better let someone know about the window." Luke got up and carefully stepped over the puddle of water that resided on the floor next to a rack full of chemicals. As he started to bring his second foot down another raven crashed through a window startling him again. Luke's foot hit the puddle of water sending him tumbling backwards with his arms flailing. His head hit the floor hard knocking him out. The bird circled around the room for a few seconds before landing on Luke's forehead. The raven took a few tiny steps then stopped and leaned forward taking hold of Luke's glasses by the brim of the nose. Then it flapped it's wings rising into the air and pulled off the glasses. The raven dropped them on the floor next to Luke's head then flew up into the air landing on the rack above his head. The bird then seemingly singled out an unmarked corked Erlenmeyer flask and began pecking at it. After several minutes cracks appeared in the glassware and the raven began pushing it's body into the flask pushing it towards the edge. Luke laid on the floor groaning as he regained consciousness and rubbed the back of his head. He rubbed the knot forming on the back of his head as he began to sit up. Suddenly Luke heard a loud squawk and looked up in time to briefly see a flask before it hit him in the face shattering. Luke screamed in agony as hydrochloric acid and glass from the broken flask spilled into his eyes. As he lay screaming and writhing on the floor Luke heard the lab door open and shut followed by footsteps. "Are you okay Luke?" A female voice asked. "Help me! Please help me! Something got in my eyes and is blinding me!" Luke cried out. "That would be hydrochloric acid. Don't let anyone say I don't do anything nice for people. I let you pop Grace's cherry before this unfortunate accident didn't I? Let's go Theodore," The brunette woman said before turning to leave the room. The raven jumped from the rack to the woman's shoulder and they left Luke lying on the floor in agony as the acid ate through his eyes. *** "You don't have to be here Joan. You should be at your meeting," Kevin said wheeling himself into a hobby shop as Joan held the door open for him. "The committee cancelled the meeting before I could even call them. We'll have it on Friday," Joan replied. "You still didn't need to come. I could have made it down here on my own." "Don't start with me Kevin. I just didn't feel like sitting around the house, okay? What are we doing here anyways? I thought you quit painting those miniature figures." "I did. I'm getting something for Luke. I was going to get it for him for Christmas... I won't be long." "No hurry. I'll be outside." As Joan waited outside leaning against the store window she started mumbling to God underneath her breath. "Nice work God. Is this what you meant when you said no matter how bad things get there's always a plan? You told me to keep the manger scene in the Christmas display at the mall. You never said anything about Luke going blind! Luke's got permanent eye damage regardless of any eyesight he gets back! They said there's an eighty- percent chance he'll be completely blind! God damn it..." Joan sighed deeply as she sat down on a sidewalk bench and hit it hard with the bottom of her hand. "Joan you know better than to use language like that," a black man said sitting down next to her. "What's Luke have to do with any of this? Why'd he have to get hurt!" Joan shouted. "You're right, all I asked you to do was to keep the manger scene in the display, but you know better than to think that I'd punish innocent people. There are always other forces around you, to tempt you into doing things you normally wouldn't." "Who? The devil?" "Joan all I can tell you is that there is always a plan, no matter who is involved. In the end it's your actions that determine your fate." *** Kevin watched his sister sit down on the bench and hit it before he turned back around to the aisle he was in. There were only three other people plus the clerk in the store so getting what he came for would be easy. Three weeks ago when he was still doing his miniatures Kevin was in the store with Luke, who came across a build it yourself radio kit that he took a great liking too. Unfortunately it cost far more money than Luke had and would take him nearly four months of saving his allowance. Even though Luke was all but completely blind and the doctors had said there was an eighty- percent chance he would go completely blind, Kevin refused to believe that and wanted to get him the kit. He already most of the money needed to pay for it when Luke first pointed it out and had saved enough to get it for him for Christmas. This year though Christmas wouldn't quite be the same and there was no point in waiting he thought. When the aisle was clear and nobody was looking Kevin quickly placed the kit in the backpack hanging on the back of his wheelchair and zipped it up. He looked around a bit longer pretending to be looking for something, then picked up two Warcraft miniatures and headed for the cash register. Mr. Mooney who he had seen hundreds of times before in the shop had a look of disappointment on his face as Kevin rolled up. "Hey something wrong Mr. Mooney?" Kevin asked. "Please take the kit out of your bag." "What are you talking about?" "You see the big black dome on the ceiling?" "Yeah," Kevin answered turning to look at it. "That's a camera and I saw you stick one of the radio kits into your bag on the surveillance tv under my counter." "Fine," Kevin sighed removing the kit and throwing it on the counter. "It's for Luke, he's been temporarily blinded you know! You've never complained about me taking stuff before!" "I heard about Luke on the news and my condolences to your family." "Luke's not dead! He was just in an accident! He's going to get his sight back!" Kevin screamed agitated. "What're you looking at!" He screamed again noticing the three other customers in the store looking at him. They mumbled to themselves returning to their own business. Outside sitting on the bench Joan could hear Kevin scream through the slightly open store door and ran inside to check what was going on. "What are you screaming for Kevin? I can hear you outside." "Stay out of this Joan!" "Your brother tried to steal a radio kit and I caught him." "What? You're stealing again?!?" "I've never stolen anything before! They've always let leave the store with it!" "And each time we caught him he's complained about us treating him differently because of his handicap. This time I have no choice, but to call the police." "This is bullshit!" Kevin screamed throwing the two miniatures at Mr. Mooney. "Damn it Kevin calm down! What's wrong with you???" "I said stay out of this Joan!" "Look Mr. Mooney do you really have to call the police? I swear I'll let my parents know what happen and he'll be punished for it." "He's left me with no choice this time Joan. He's throwing things at me now." Joan sighed exasperated as Mr. Mooney picked up the phone and dialed the police. Minutes later a police car and her father's unmarked car arrived. *** Joan rode in the car in silence as her father drove her home. First it was Luke's accident, then it was Kevin's arrest. Now Joan was sure that there was more going on than what God was telling her. She was becoming less and less concerned with fulfilling God's request and didn't care too much what happened to the Christmas display. "Are you ok Joan?" Will asked noticing his daughter's silent depressed demeanor as they drove towards home. "This sucks... Everything sucks... I hate Christmas and they can shut down the Christmas display for all I care." "I can't argue there. It certainly has been one hell of a week, but I must ask you to reconsider doing the Christmas event at the mall." "Why should I? God certainly doesn't care what happens to us! I'm not doing it!" "God doesn't have anything to do with this Joan. I'll admit what happened to Luke is something that can't be described as anything other than a freak accident. But Kevin chose to steal that kit, nobody forced him to." "What if he didn't have a choice? What if someone made him do it?" "You always have a choice. He just made a very bad one, which is why your mother and I decided to let him sit in jail overnight." "I'm sure he chose to be paralyzed in the car accident too!" "Joan what are you talking about? What's gotten into you? That accident has nothing to do with today!" "I know," Joan said moaning as she leaned her head on the window. "It's just that this whole week has just sucked." "I know this is hard for you, it is for all of us especially your mother, and if you want to pull out of the Santa display at the mall then I won't stop you. But I think it'll do you some good, keep your mind off things." "So you want me to just forget everything that's happened?" "That's not what I meant at all. I didn't want to tell you this yet, but after Luke's accident at school your mall committee called to send their regards and told me that in your absence various members of the ACLU have called and harassed them to either remove the manger scene or shut down the display all together." "God, what's wrong with those people! I'm gone a few days because my brother's in the hospital and they try to take advantage of it!" "Do you think the other members on the committee are strong enough to stand up to them?" "Debbie maybe, but only if she has other people around her. I have no choice, but to go back. There's at least one thing right now I can keep from getting screwed up and I'm going to do everything I can to keep it from happening." "Good, I'm glad to hear it. I'm not sure if it was Debbie who called, I don't remember her name, but she said that instead of opening the display tomorrow they'll be having a meeting at Sharon's house to discuss what they're going to do with the ACLU. I'm sure they'll be glad to see you there. Before I forget I'm picking up Kevin from jail tomorrow at one and your mother will be at the hospital visiting Luke. Do you think you can get a ride with Debbie or someone if you need to? Your mother will give you a ride there, we just don't know when either of us will be available to come get you." "Don't worry about it. I can get a ride home with someone." *** "Are you sure you can get a ride home if you need it?" Helen asked as Joan got out of the car and started towards Sharon's front door. "Yeah I'll be fine. Go give Luke his Discman. You know he's bored laying there in the hospital." "Shit! I knew I forgot something," Helen accidentally cursed realizing she left Luke's Discman and cd's at home. "Mom! You got upset last time I said that word!" Joan joked. "If you said it now, I'd be a little more understanding. The last time you said it was when the ice cream man passed us by and you were six." "Well just hurry on home and get Luke's stuff. I'll let it slide this time." "Thanks honey. I'll see you in a little while." Joan watched her mother drive away and feeling a bit more relaxed than she had felt lately she walked toward Sharon's door and rang the doorbell. "Joan it's so good to see you!" Debbie greeted with a big smile. "After talking to your dad we weren't sure if you were going to show up. Hey everyone Joan's here!" Debbie shouted at the others in the house. "So they started calling after Luke's accident?" Joan asked as she entered the house. "Day after as a matter of fact. They saw an opportunity to strike I guess." "Better luck next year for them then. Everything's going to go on as planned." "You were the last one to show up so we can begin now. Oh before we start, let me introduce you to somebody Joan," Debbie said as she walked towards a man Joan didn't recognize. "Joan this is Peter. Peter this is Joan. He'll be one of the guys playing Santa this year and he's the one who got us the reindeer for the petting area." "Nice to meet you Peter," Joan smiled shaking his hand. "And a big thanks for finding the reindeer. It's a big part of the display for the kids every year besides taking a picture with Santa. The kids love petting them." "Glad I could be of some help," Peter said returning the smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing the smiles on the kids faces. I'm sorry I need to answer this," he said as the cell phone hanging off his pants began ringing. "This is Peter... Uh-huh... What do you mean you can't find it? I left the check in an envelope on my desk... Argh! Alright I'll be there shortly. Make sure Tom doesn't leave ok?" "Is everything alright Peter?" Debbie asked as a look of annoyance crossed his face. "Everything's fine, or will be soon enough. Someone misplaced the check for the stable fees for the reindeer and I have to go find it or write another one." "What about the reindeer? We're not going to lose their use for the mall are we?" Joan asked concerned. "No, no don't worry about, we'll still have the deer," Peter smirked. "I really must be going though to make sure the check is handed in." "Not a problem at all if we get to keep the reindeer. I've got your number so I'll call you later with any changes in the plans and what not," Debbie smiled relieved. "If nothing else just be sure to be at the mall tomorrow morning with the Santa suit. We're going to open at nine." "Sure thing. I look forward to getting this thing going. Nice to meet you Joan," Peter smiled nodding her way. He left Debbie's house and returned to his red van with tinted windows. As he pulled away down the street his cell phone rang again. "Hello again princess," Peter answered the phone. "So did you get a good look at her?" "You know if Will hadn't fucked my life up and sent me to jail, I'd almost feel guilty for what I'm about to do to Joan and her mother." "Guilt only holds people back and brings them down. Will Girardi screwed you over now it's time to return the favor. Pick Helen up where I told you to, then get Joan. Follow my instructions and we'll both be happy in the end." "I'm on my way." *** A lone raven flew over the skies of Arcadia as it looked for a car. It carried a single nail in it's beak and once it spotted the car it was after it flew towards it. The bird flew ahead of Helen's vehicle and the nail fell to the road. It landed on it's head and buried itself in the tire as it was run over. "Damn it!" Helen groaned when she heard a loud popping noise and felt the front right side start to ride low. She reached into her purse and retrieved her cell phone. As she started to dial Will's number the battery icon on the screen flashed to indicate a dead battery and the phone abruptly shut off. "You've got to be kidding me." Helen looked back and forth down the road she was on and got out of her car. She would have to get out of the car and try to flag down somebody since the nearest gas station was two miles away. As Helen got out of the car and locked it, a large red conversion van pulled up next to her. Helen was caught by surprise and a little amused when the window rolled down and a man dressed in full Santa gear, including hat and beard, leaned his head out of the window. "Can I help you?" He asked. "Maybe. Do you have a cell phone? I've got a flat and my phone's dead." "Do you have a spare tire and jack? I could change it myself if you did." "Yeah, in the trunk," Helen said unlocking the trunk as the man put the van in park and got out. "Do I know you? You seem familiar." "I don't think we've meet," the man replied taking a tire iron and jack from the trunk. "I've got to be somewhere important shortly so I really want to thank you for stopping and helping me out," Helen replied as she walked to the front of the car to get her purse. As she turned back around to face the man she was struck on the top of the skull with the tire iron and immediately fell to the road unconscious. "Now that I think about it, I'm sure we haven't met yet Mrs. Girardi, but I plan to get to know you and your daughter real well soon. Please, call me Peter." Taking his time and not worried about passing motorists seeing him, Peter picked up Helen's unconscious body and dumped it in the back of the van. He then put everything back into Helen's trunk and drove off. *** As the last of the Christmas committee drove off Joan found herself still at Sharon's house asking for a ride. "Are you sure it's not too much trouble giving me a ride home?" Joan asked. "Not a problem at all. I don't mind giving you a ride and in fact if you or anyone ever need anything give me a call." "I don't think I'll need too much more than today's ride, but thanks anyway." "Let me go to the bathroom real quick and we'll be on our way." "Sure." Joan paced around Sharon's house thinking about various things; Luke's accident, Kevin's arrest, God's current project for her. While she waited her thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. "Joan can you get that?" Sharon yelled out of the bathroom. "Sure," Joan replied walking to the front door to answer. "Uh... Hi, can I help you?" Joan asked a man in full Santa attire. "It's me Peter, I picked up the suit earlier and I want to see what Sharon thinks of it. I think it's a little small for a Santa suit. Is she here?" "Yes she is, but she's kind of indisposed at the moment but she'll be out in a few minutes." "Indisposed? Oooooooh! Okay." "Who was it?" Sharon yelled again. "It's me. I need you to look at this Santa suit," Peter called out. "Just a second, I'll be down in a bit," Sharon replied before flushing the toilet and washing her hands. She then joined Joan and Peter in the living room. "Hey Peter how are you doing?" "What do you think of the suit? I looks a little small in the legs." "I think it looks good, what do you think Joan?" "Me too, looks good." "Good then. We won't have to make any alterations, but I do have one more question." "What's that?" "Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?" "What?". Joan screamed hysterically when Peter reached into his Santa coat and pulled out a gun. A single shot to the head killed Sharon immediately and Joan tried to run for the door, but Peter caught her by the arm. "Where do you think you're going?" Peter sneered. "Why- Why'd you kill her?!?" Joan cried. "She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You and me have a trip to take. Your mother is waiting in the van." "My mother? What did you do to her?" "Nothing yet," Peter replied as he forced Joan from the house and walked towards the van. "MOM!" Joan screamed hysterically seeing her mother's unconscious body on the van floor. That was the last thing she saw before Peter struck her in the back of the head with the gun. *** Helen slowly woke up suffering from a pounding headache. As she opened her eyes and gained her bearings she saw that she was lying on a barn floor covered with hay. She looked around a bit still groggy and concern swelled her head when she saw Joan lying unconscious only a few feet away. "Oh my God! Joan! Joan! Speak to me!" Helen cried as she moved over to her daughter's side. "Don't worry Mrs. Girardi she'll be awake soon enough. The fun won't start until she does," Peter said slamming the barn door shut behind him still dressed in the Santa suit. "Who are you? What have you done to my daughter?" Helen demanded her motherly instincts kicking in. "I only knocked her unconscious. She'll be alright." "What do you want from us? My husband's a cop! You lay a hand on us and he won't stop until you're arrested!" "Then he'd finally arrest me for something I did." "What? What are you talking about?" "That's not important," Peter said momentarily distracted by moans coming from Joan. "Good, Joan's awake so things can finally began." "Mom what's going on?" Joan asked her mother as she collected herself suffering from head trauma too. "Are you okay Joan?" Helen asked embracing her daughter and helping her sit up. "My head hurts, but I'm fine." Joan's face turned to shock when she looked up and saw Peter. "Peter what're you doing here? Why are you doing this?" "I haven't done anything yet. I owe your father for a 'favor' he did for me several years back, and now I'm here to return it and I thought I'd keep in the Christmas spirit and keep the suit on while I made him his gift." "But he's not here," Joan replied. "He doesn't need to be. I'll deliver the gift to him myself." "What are you talking about?" Helen asked. "If the two of you will, please oblige me and stand up." "Why?" Joan asked as she and Helen continued to sit. "Oh god why must you make it difficult?" Peter asked annoyed walking into an empty nearby stall and dragged Sharon's body out throwing it on the ground in front of the two Girardi females. "Oh my God!" Helen groaned. "Why'd you shoot Sharon?!?" Joan cried remembering the shooting right before she was knocked out. "Like I said the proverbial wrong place at the wrong time. That's not important here. Would you two like to live to see tomorrow?" Neither Joan nor Helen answered, so Peter pulled a pitchfork out of a nearby bale of hay. "Like I said, who would like to live to see tomorrow? If you want me to kill you I can, but it'll be slow and painful." "What do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Helen suddenly screamed hysterically. "Great I can see this won't be as easy and fun for me as I had hoped. I see you two are just going to sit there and make me do everything for you. But before I forget I need to do one more thing." Peter left the barn and disappeared for several minutes before returning with a tripod and camcorder. Joan and Helen were sitting in the same spot that he had left them. "Holy shit you two must really depend on Will for your peace of mind. You dumb cunts didn't even try to escape while I left." "What's that for?" Joan asked as Peter set up the camera. "It's the favor I'm doing for your father Joan. Now I know hay isn't the most comfortable thing in the world so I also brought you a blanket," Peter said throwing the blanket at Joan. "Spread it over the floor so the hay won't stick you as much." He waited as the blanket was spread then gave his first orders to the Girardi's. "Good now we're ready to roll," Peter said flicking on the camcorder recording their every movement. "First I want you two to undress each other." "NO! You can't make us!" Helen shouted defiantly. "Yes I can," Peter sneered removing a gun from ankle holster underneath his pants and pointing at Joan. "NO! Don't!" Helen screamed as Peter pulled the trigger several times. Joan cried out in pain falling to the ground clutching her side as a handful of bb pellets struck her. "Please, I'm not going to kill you just yet," Peter laughed as a crying Joan got back to her feet. "Now do as I ask without anymore trouble and nobody gets shot. Understood?" "Yes," Helen and Joan mumbled almost inaudibly. "Good girls, now strip each other like I asked." Peter then checked the camera one more time to make sure everything was working correctly. As Helen and Joan started to undress each other he spoke to the camera. "Hello Will, remember me? You do don't you? You sent me to jail for the murders of two kids and I didn't like it one bit. It was your testimony that put me there, but the miracle of science and DNA got me out. This is no time to reminisce though. While you're stuck in the basement of your house I'm spending some quality time with your wife and daughter." As Peter spoke Helen and Joan were soon in just their bra and panties. "I know you've seen your wife naked, but what about your daughter? Have you ever seen her naked? She's got quite the nice body now, and it's too bad I won't be around to see Joan fully developed, but I'll have a good time deflowering her. Helen's not too bad either." Joan and Helen were finally completely nude. "Oh man look at the tits and ass on Joan. She's definitely a hottie, but wait! She's your baby girl isn't she?!? Oh well, somebody's got to show her the ropes. Now spin around for me!" Peter shouted at Helen and Joan. They obliged and began turning. "Many oh man Will you've got it good, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it? Let's have a taste shall we?" Peter left the camera on Helen and Joan recording their movements and walked towards them as he stripped off the red Santa pants. He stopped in front of the two females looking them both up and down. "Bend over and spread your legs Helen so Joan can have a nice view of your ass," Peter. He smiled delighted as the elder Girardi did as she was told with a look of disgust across her and her daughter's faces. "Before we go any further I just want to make sure you two cunts know that I will maim and kill you if you give me too much trouble," Peter warned. Helen and Joan nodded their heads yes and Peter smiled again. "Good, now Joan eat your mother's ass for daddy. Get your tongue nice and deep inside." Joan gagged and pouted as she followed Peter's orders. She got to her knees on the blanket with her mother's ass right about eye level. Helen sighed despairingly as Joan's hands clamped onto her ass and spread her checks. Peter's cock started to rapidly stiffen as Joan's tongue dipped inside her mother's ass. Helen mumbled in pity and disgust as her daughter started tonguing her butthole. Joan worked her tongue in and out of her anus much to Peter's delight. Joan gagged as her tongue worked further and further into her mother's butt, the smell and taste of shit starting to become more pungent. "That turns you on doesn't Will?" Peter asked the camera as he ran his hands up and down the front of Helen's body. "If you ask nicely maybe Joan will eat your ass out one day? Maybe she could service Kevin and Luke too. Oh... I'm sorry, Kevin doesn't have any feeling below his waist does he? You could stick a brick up his ass and he wouldn't feel it. And I guess Luke wouldn't really know it was Joan eating his ass out since he's blind now unless of course someone told him it was her. Oh well we'll talk again later." "That's enough Joan," Peter said "Come here and suck on my cock while mom lays on her back and tongues your pussy." Joan got to her feet and looked at Helen with a pleading look in her eyes. Helen had no response for her daughter other than a look of pity. Helen laid on her back in front of Peter and waited in emotional agony as Joan stood over her face and slowly lowered herself. When Peter's cock was at mouth level Joan's pussy was pushing into Helen's mouth. Joan felt a pang of embarrassment as her mother's fingers spread her cuntal lips apart and her tongue slowly pushed in. Joan took Peter's cock by the base and started by slowly licking at it's purple head. Peter smiled condescendingly as Joan amateurishly played with his prick. Her tiny inexperienced mouth slowly took in the tip of his penis her tongue pressing against it. As Joan slowly worked more of Peter's shaft between her lips she suddenly let out a gasp. Her face turned red and Peter laughed when he realized what happened. Helen nearly began to cry as Joan orgasmed from her oral stimulation. Joan's eyes were starting to wet as well as she felt her mother lick the girl juice from her moist pussy. Helen continued working her tongue up and down her daughter's slit cleaning it not wanting to upset Peter and have him shoot Joan with the bb gun again. When the last of his eight-inch long shaft entered Joan's mouth, Peter grabbed the back of her head pressing it towards him. He grinned as Joan gagged and wheezed trying to suck in air. Helen slid out from under Joan as her daughter suffered waiting for air. "Stop it! You're hurting her! Don't do this!" She screamed hitting Peter trying to pull his hands away from Joan's head. Peter let go of Joan, her mouth sliding off his dick with a pop and she fell to the floor coughing. He then turned his attention to Helen and became angry. Without a word or warning Peter reared back and punched Helen in the face. She stumbled backwards a few steps before falling to the ground. He then turned towards Joan and glared at her before giving her a warning. "See what happens when you fight?" Joan could only watch in horror as Peter stormed towards her mother pinning her neck to the ground choking her. "This could have been so much easier you stupid slut!" Peter shouted not letting up on his grip even as Helen's face literally turned blue. When her body began to twitch and her eyes bugged out he let go of Helen's neck. She coughed violently as air slowly trickled into her body and Peter grabbed her ankles and yanking her towards him. He spread Helen's legs apart and jammed his white-gloved index and middle fingers into Helen's cunt. "Stop it! Don't!" Joan cried as Peter began to forcefully work his fingers in and out of her mother's snatch. "Shut up!" Peter sharply warned and Joan said nothing more. She began to cry hysterically as Peter humiliated Helen. "So tell me Helen, does Joan know?" "No..." Helen sniffled with Peter continuing to jam his fingers in and out of her pussy. "Is that true? Do you not know Joan?" Peter asked smiling at her. "Know what?" Joan sniffled quietly. "That mommy's been raped once before?" "No I didn't..." "Huh, well when I get done with the two of you, you'll both have something else in common," Peter sneered turning his attention back to Helen. Peter pulled his fingers from Helen's cunt and took hold of his dick pushing it toward her opening. The pain and terror of her previous rape came flooding back for Helen as Peter's cock pushed inside of her. She heard his grunts, felt his rod as he pumped it deep inside of her. Joan began crying hysterically as her mother's face turned red and swelled with tears. Helen felt helpless to protect her or Joan as Peter's dick plowed into her spreading her pussy lips with every thrust. She waited in agony for him to come in her, to impregnate her like her previous rapist did. Helen lived with the agony and guilt of an aborted baby keeping it a secret even from Will. But Peter's orgasm didn't come, and his semen didn't enter her womb. Instead he pulled and turned her onto her stomach. Helen cringed as the head of his cock slowly pushed her ass apart forcing itself into her anus. Joan watched with horror and disgust as Peter forced his shaft deeper and deeper into her mother's backside as she bit her lip. When he was bottomed out in Helen's rectum and his balls rested against her skin, Peter leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You like that Helen? You like having my thick cock in your ass?" "Stop it... Please..." She blubbered. "Is this your first time taking it in the ass? I bet it is; it feels so nice and tight." Joan curled up in shock watching as Peter anally raped her mother. Anguish cursed Helen's face with each thrust of Peter's manhood into her rectum. His cock throbbed with every push into Helen's butt. The tight fit of her asshole squeezing down hard on it made it throb more and more. Peter looked over at Joan and laughed as he blew a load pumping cum into Helen's ass. The half-dressed Santa got up and walked over to where she lay crying. "Suck my dick clean," he ordered. Joan continued to cry not moving as if she didn't hear Peter. A hard kick from his big black boot to her stomach brought her back to reality. "I said suck my dick clean." Sobbing Joan sat up and quickly glanced at her mother who was trembling as she laid on the ground. She took Peter's prick into her mouth wrapping her lips around it and slithering her tongue along it's shaft as she licked both Peter's cum and hints of her mother's crap from it. When Peter decided she was done he pushed Joan off of him and then looked at Helen. "Helen stay there, Joan go to your mother and suck all of my cum from her butthole," Peter demanded. As Joan slowly made her way to Helen's side Peter took the camcorder off the tripod and zoomed in on Joan's face. "Do you see that Will?" Peter asked into the camera's audio recorder as Joan began to eat out her mother's ass again. "Does that turn you on watching your daughter eat out Helen's cream pie. Do you think Joan will grow to be a cum slut? I think she will." Peter zoomed the camera in real close on Joan as her tongue pressed deep into Helen's rectum while she sucked Peter's cum out of it. "Hey Joan daddy, and frankly I, would like to know if you like the taste of cum? You'll grow to be a cum slut won't you?" Fearing for her mother's life and her own Joan gargled what she thought Peter wanted to hear, "Yes." "You hear that gargling noise Will that's my cum in your daughter's mouth. It taste good doesn't it Joan?" "Yes," came another distorted response. "Good, but let's see what your mother thinks. Spit my cum into her mouth." Peter's dick started to throb and pulse again as Joan crawled towards her mother. Helen turned over onto her back and waited as Joan moved her face above her's and opened her mouth. Peter got hard as the cum dripped from Joan's mouth to her mother's. "Now swallow Helen," Peter commanded as the last string of white dropped into her mouth. With one gulp Helen swallowed the semen and he smiled. "Excellent, it's almost over and my present to Will is almost done. Now Helen I want you to get on all fours and Joan I want you to fist her pussy and asshole." The two Girardi women looked at Peter incredulously and he made a simple gesture toward his gun that put them back into their places. Watching as Joan inserted two fingers into her mother's snatch, Peter took his right glove off and began to stroke himself. Helen's anus was still stretched and gaping from Peter's dick so Joan easily slid two fingers into it. "That a girl Joan. Work your whole hand into your mother's cunt and asshole," Peter encouraged before turning to the camera. "You see that Will? You've got one giant incestuous family. Your daughter is about to fist your wife. Watch and enjoy, I know I will." Peter brought his attention back to the Girardi's as he continued to jerk himself off. Joan's left hand worked itself nearly down the wrist in little time. Her right hand though was taking a bit longer and Peter decided to help it along. He stood over Joan and grabbed her right wrist pushing it into Helen's ass. Helen cried out as her anus swelled quickly to accommodate the invading hand. Minutes later both of Joan's hands were stuffed into her mother's orifices. As Joan began to fist her mother like she was ordered, Peter climbed off of her and moved behind her. He brought Joan to her knees as well and stood over her backside working his cock into her pussy. Joan grimaced and cried out as her virgin cunt was being sowed for the first time. "Keep fisting your mother until I cum in your belly," Peter warned. He kept pushing his dick deeper into Joan until he bumped into her hymen. Then with one hard thrust he broke the fleshy membrane. Joan cried out as her cherry was popped and a small trace of blood trickled from her pussy. Wishing for the ordeal to be over Joan continued to pump her hands in and out of Helen's openings. Her mother gasped reeling from the pain in her overly stretched ass. Peter just smiled and continued sliding his prick into Joan's folds stretching her walls. He felt his balls start to swell again, his cock started to ache. Tears were flowing down the faces of Helen and Joan as the younger fisted the elder. Joan was starting to hate life and was starting to hate God. No plan he had in mind was worth this misery. Then after what seemed forever Peter finally came, shooting his semen into her belly. Letting out a deep-relaxed sigh Peter pulled his cum covered dick from Joan's pussy and slowly stood up. "That's enough girls. Pull your hands out of your mother Joan," he smiled waiting as Joan slowly did as he said. "Now turn around and suck my dick clean." Joan turned around and sat up on her knees looking at Peter pitifully before hesitantly taking his dick into her mouth. She could see the small amounts of blood she lost when she was deflowered. With a gagging feeling tumbling through her body, feeling as if she was going to throw up, Joan placed her lips around the base of Peter's shaft. Slowly she moved her head back and forth cleaning up the blood and semen with her tongue. "Now swallow," Peter ordered as Joan's lips popped off his member. "That's a good girl," he replied chuckling as he put his Santa suit fully back on. "Now Joan get back on all fours and Helen now it's your turn to fist your daughter." "Please stop Peter... Please... No more..." Helen begged one last time looking for mercy. Peter coldly stared the two of them down and they finally accepted there was no avoiding doing what he wanted. Peter walked back to the camera as Joan got to hands and knees and Helen crawled up behind her. Without even spreading Joan's pussy lips Helen could see the sticky bloody mess that was inside her daughter as it dripped from her snatch. "Oh god..." Helen mumbled as she spread her daughter open and looked inside. It was a thick ugly mess of semen and blood with barely a bit of flesh visible. "Quit stalling Helen," Peter warned and he smiled as she slipped two fingers in Joan's still swollen and freshly popped cunt. "You know Will," Peter began speaking into the camera, "While I was fucking Joan watching her fist Helen I just couldn't help but think that Joan was all grown up now and needed to be fisted too. I really hadn't plan on Helen doing this so think of this as a bonus scene. Oh and don't worry, I'll be getting them some drinks for their thirst when they get done." Peter smiled and grinned as Helen worked a third and fourth finger into Joan's pussy. The defeated and traumatized look on Joan's face pleased him greatly. "How are you doing Joan? Is your mother being a handful?" Peter mocked Joan as tears ran down her face. "Mom... Please stop..." Joan whined quietly as Helen's entire fist slipped inside her pussy. "I'm sorry honey, I'm so so sorry," Helen cried her fist plunging deeper and deeper in Joan's body. "Mommy would stop if she loved you Joan, but she doesn't. Your mother wants you to become a slut just like her, to only be able to get off by being a really dirty girl. That's right Helen work that hand of yours in and out of Joan. Fist her hard and deep." Peter began to feel his crotch act up again as he watched Helen shamefully continue to fist Joan. This time though he wasn't hard. He opened the zipper on his pants and pulled out his cock. Walking in front of Joan he got to his knees and forced his penis back into her mouth holding it in place by holding the back of her head. Joan screamed and gagged as Peter's urine started gushing into her mouth. Peter watched smiling as couldn't help but begin to try and swallow down his piss. The rank taste became too much for her and she stopped swallowing letting it build up in her mouth. Some began to trickle out of her mouth as she coughed and gagged, Peter held back and stopped pissing while Joan spazzed. He pulled his penis from her mouth and Joan immediately spit the urine all over the blanket as she tried to suck in air. While she was wheezing Peter let loose again and let the remainder of his pee exit his body and splash down on Joan's face. Spitting piss and coughing violently Joan let out agonizing moans as she tried to regain her bearings. Peter tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up. He then gave Helen new orders. "Pull your hand out of your daughter's cunt and sit up Helen. Joan stand up and face your mother." Helen was the quicker of the two to do as she was told while Joan took her time getting up trying to recover. Peter became impatient and gave Joan a hard boot to the hip. "Get up stupid cunt!" Peter screamed. Joan let out a cry of pain from the kick as she dragged herself to her feet. "Now piss on your mother's face," Peter ordered when mother and daughter were as he ordered. "I can't... Please don't make me..." Joan whined. "Joan do it, he'll hurt us if you don't," Helen murmured. "I can't, mom, I can't." "I'd advise you to do as your mother says or she'll be having lunch with Sharon real soon." Joan stood there crying silently as she spread her legs and began peeing on her mother. The yellow liquid hit Helen in the face, a lot of it getting soaked up by her hair. Peter smiled pleasantly surprised by how well the tape was turning out. "You can sit down now Joan," He said as the last of the pee hit Helen in the face when Joan emptied herself out. "Your misery is almost over. There's just one more thing I want you to do. And of course stay here or I'll kill you," Peter warned before heading toward the other side of the barn. "Joan, are you ok?" Helen asked as Joan fell to the floor like a stone. "Mom please make it stop, please make it stop..." Joan whined as the two urine soaked Girardi's sat up inching towards each other. "It'll be over soon," Helen said trying to reassure her daughter. "How do you know? It'd be over now if God still gave a shit!" Joan screamed hysterically. "What was that? Did you hear it?" "Hear what..." "That," Helen said as the noise of a stable slamming shut rang throughout the barn. "What's going on? Mom please make it stop!" Joan pleaded with her mother. "Don't worry Joan it's almost over," Peter said coming back into their sight pulling something behind him. "I could hear you two gabbing on the other side of the barn. You should really try whispering. It'll be good though for Will to watch you two crying and carrying on and shit. Makes it more personal." "What do you want from us? WHAT?" Joan wailed. "Not much my dear. Like I said there's just one more thing I want from you two. Then I'll let you be on your merry way." "You raped my daughter, you made her fist me, and you made her suck your cum out of my butt before feeding it to me! WHAT MORE COULD YOU DO TO US YOU BASTARD?" "Only this." Helen and Joan's jaws dropped and their faces paled when Peter led two reindeer from behind him. "No! NO!" Joan muttered as she stumbled to her feet to run. Peter immediately pulled a gun from his Santa suit and cocked it. "Did you hear that? I wouldn't run if I were you. This isn't the bb gun, this is the gun that killed Sharon and will kill mommy if you run." Joan sat back down whimpering. "That's a good girl. I don't care which, but pick a reindeer and sit back in front of the camera." Helen was the first to slowly get up and grab a rope without looking at the animal then Joan took the one left. Peter zoomed the camera out a bit then made some final adjustments on the Girardi females and their animals before speaking one more time to the camera. "Well Will, this is it, the final act. Your daughter tossed your wife's salad, your wife ate your daughter's pussy, they're both soaking in and urine, and now all the women in your life have been raped. I bet the fact that you couldn't save Helen from being raped again or keep Joan from becoming a slut just like her hurts the most doesn't it? Just remember you brought this on yourself, I didn't kill those kids, you knew it and I knew it! You fucking bastard! You took away thirteen years of my life!" In a sudden fit of rage Peter stomped towards Joan and planted a hard boot to her face sending her crashing the barn floor with a bloody nose. "Joan!" Helen screamed instinctively reaching for her daughter before being met with a boot of her own. As the Girardi women cried in pain as they struggled to bring themselves back up Peter took a deep breath and returned to the camera. "Sorry about that Will, I lost my cool there momentarily. Anyway, this is the last I'll say to you so remember this, Merry Christmas." "Now girls," Peter began turning his attention back to Helen and Joan. "I want you two to crawl underneath the reindeer and began to gently stroke their penis until it's nice and erect." Peter watched as Joan and Helen obeyed getting under the deer and slowly, but surely, arousing them. He knew the implications of his deal with the devil, knew that by signing away his soul he'd be spending eternity in hell, but this was well worth it he thought. Will Girardi help wrongly convict and send him to jail for two murders he didn't commit. That felt like an eternity to Peter, felt like hell on earth. He no longer dwelled on the half dozen rapes that had been forced on him, or having a homemade knife stuck in his gut. He was getting his revenge and Will Girardi would soon be as miserable as he had been. Within just a couple of minutes Helen and Joan had erect deer penis in their hands and were jerking them off. Peter watched them masturbate the deer listening to them sniffle and moan at the humiliation. The only thing that would make this scene better for him is if Will was here to watch his women jack off the beasts. It was now time to move on to step two. "Okay that's enough jacking off, now I want you two to suck your deer's cock." Joan and Helen started to look at him in silent protest, but one show of his gun stopped that in it's tracks. The two women turned back around to their deer and holding the cocks in their hands they slowly took them in their mouths. "That's it girls. That taste good doesn't it?" Peter taunted watching Joan and Helen's lips start to slide back and forth over the reindeers' members. "Which taste better? My dick or theirs?" Humiliated and defeated Helen and Joan continued to let the deer penises slid between their lips. Their bitter nasty precum began to fall on their tongues and they gagged. Joan was having a difficult time dealing with the situation in hand especially since the reindeer were introduced. She gagged and moaned nearly spitting up several times as the deer penis sank back into her mouth and Peter noticed it deciding to push Joan's one last button. "Okay now it's time to move on to the third and final step. Both of you on your knees now," he ordered. Helen and Joan once again did as they were told though each were in separate states of mind. Helen was somewhat unaware of what was going on. She could hear Peter and did as she was told, but didn't think too much past that. Joan on the other hand was going through a deep and personal crisis. She watched crying begging God for answers to questions she didn't want to ask as Peter lead one deer behind her mother who did nothing as the animal tried several times to mount her before successfully doing it. The as Peter led the second deer towards her Joan closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip waiting for the incoming animal penis to invade her... But it didn't hit where she expected. "PETER STOP IT! STOP IT!" Joan screamed in agony as the deer cock pricked her asshole. "I hate you God! I hate you!" *** Peter, Joan, and Helen were unaware that they were being watched by two figures sitting up in the rafters of the barn "That's it! I win!" The dark hair women exclaimed. "No, the bet was that she would renounce me. All she said was that she hated me," the black man replied. "That's the same thing! It's close enough!" The Devil protested. "No it's not and you know it," God said. "You do realize now that because of your viciousness with the Girardis, I'm going to have to let the entire family into heaven despite just about anything they do before they die. Oh, and unless Joan renounces me sometime in the future and means it, I'll let you walk Earth anytime you for the time being. We'll just call this whole thing a draw. Anyway I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to run. Because of our little bet Will's going to shoot himself after seeing the tape and it's not his time yet. Oh and you need to take care of Peter when all of this is done. I don't care what you told him, just break the deal or I will." "All right all right. I've got some other people to visit, so I've got to get going myself. I'll see you around." "But not too soon Luci." "You know I hate being called that." "I know, but doesn't Lucifer sound a bit masculine to you?" "Lucifer sounds more intimidating than Luci. That's the annoying girl on 7th Heaven too." "I can't stand Ruthie myself." "You could make the writers of that show change things to be the way you want you know." "I don't know, the use of my power for things like that seems like a waste. If people only knew their conception of me was bit off." "If people knew you actually made bets like these every church would burn." "Like I said the Girardis will get in Heaven." *** Joan screamed and cried hysterically as the reindeer cock continued to pound her ass, stretching her sphincter with every push inside. Having the large engorged animal penis penetrate her backside was painful beyond anything she knew. Her muscles were being stretched and torn, her skin was becoming raw. The blood now spilling from her butthole made Peter cruelly laugh at her. Helen's eyes were open and she made grunts and groans, but for the most part she did little as her body was rocked back and forth as the reindeer thrust himself into her. Suddenly the deer's weight fell on her pinning her to the ground. It's large bulbous dick erupted sending shot after shot of it's semen deep into her belly. Joan looked over at her mother and began muttering and crying as deer cum started slipping from Helen's snatch. Then she cried out as she felt the deer's member balloon up one more size before depositing it's cum into her ass. The reindeer's orgasm lasted several minutes and she felt as every last drop of semen squirted into her body. As the deer finished depositing in the Girardi women Peter pulled them off the girls and led them back to their stables. He returned letting the camera continue recording catching every gasp for air, every groan of pain that came from Helen and Joan. Helen now a defeated and humiliated two time rape victim and Joan crying and bleeding from the ass and vagina left Peter with a nice sense of accomplishment. Leaving the Girardi women laying in heap on the barn floor he packed up the camera and left them. *** News quickly spread through Arcadia and the newspapers and tabloids told the story of a wrongly convicted man come back to get his revenge on the man who put him in jail. Shortly after leaving Helen and Joan in the barn Peter Withers stopped by the Girardi house to drop off the tape. After watching Will take the tape inside Peter drove off heading towards the freeway. As he got off the entrance ramp and onto the main stretch of road a diesel truck carrying gasoline jackknifed in front of him. He was killed immediately as he plowed into it and a large explosion ensued. Joan and Helen laid in the barn awhile longer whimpering and crying traumatized by their ordeal. When they were finally convinced Peter was gone they both slowly got up and dressed themselves. When they left barn and emerged outside they found the farm they were on abandoned and didn't know where they were. They started down the road walking until a gas station came into sight and their used the phone to get some help. Moments before he was to leave to pick up Kevin, Will got a sneaking suspicion that something wasn't right in the basement and was drawn to it. Letting the door shut behind him he found the doorknob jammed when he tried to leave. It wasn't until much later when he tried the door again he was able to leave. When he got back to ground level his doorbell rang and he answered the door. There he found the tape that led to his drinking and two weeks later his suicide attempt. Given the circumstances his family was in pity played a role in the theft charges against Kevin being dropped. He skipped school for several weeks when Luke was finally released from the hospital Luke was eventually released from the hospital with no hope of his sight ever returning. He stayed in his room most of the time lying in bed and not doing much of anything. He had no immediate plans of returning to school and didn't know what was going to happen from here. *** For the fourth day in a row since being released from the hospital Luke lay in his bed moping in misery. There was nothing but silence in his room as he suffered trying to deal with what had happened to his family when the phone rang. He picked up the cordless he had in bed and answered. "We don't need any more condolences, so if you don't have anything else to say hang up." "Hey Luke it's Grace. Can I talk to you?" "Sure. Sorry about that, I'm just tired of listening to strangers say how sorry they are for everything," He said bitterly. "Anyway, what's up?" "Umm... I just got back from Planned Parenthood and I have something I need to tell you." "Wait a second. Did you just say Planned Parenthood?" "Yeah I did. Luke I'm pregnant."