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"Bible Grove, PA"


Shelly Cooper's eyes were beginning to fail her after twelve hours on the
road. She had hoped to make it straight through to Atlantic City tonight, but
realizing that she still had four hours of hard driving ahead of her, she
resolved to stop at the next town for something to eat, and maybe even a little
cat-nap in the car.


Her travels today had taken her across Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, and now into
Pennsylvania. The road sign up ahead read: "Exit 11A, Bible Grove PA".


Shelly took the off-ramp that leads onto State Route 442. She turned right
onto the road, following the signs directing traffic to Bible Grove. 


It was nearly 11 PM, and Shelly wasn't sure that there would even be anyplace
open in a sleepy little town like this in the middle of Pennsylvania, where she
could find a meal. When she entered the town her hopes were revived as she saw
a small diner's over-sized sign lighting the roadway, and advertising a
"Trucker's Dream" breakfast.


There were two other cars in the parking lot when Shelly pulled in. A yellow
Volkswagen Bug, and a police cruiser. The decal on the door of the police car
read, "Protect and Serve; Keepers of Truth". This struck Shelly as slightly
odd, but she dismissed it to an over active imagination, stemming from so long
on the highway.


The inside of the diner was decorated with sports memorabilia, mostly
consisting of Pittsburgh Steelers' prints, and banners from the 1970's, and had
an aroma of fried pork. Seated at the counter were a man and a woman. The man,
wearing a police uniform, was busy devouring a rather large hamburger, and the
woman, dressed in a waitress uniform that Shelly guessed was roughly two sizes
too small for her large figure, was reading from a paperback romance. Both
turned to look at Shelly as she entered the dinner.


The waitress rose from her seat and stepped behind the counter, "Well hi there
darling. Have a seat wherever you'd like. What can I get you to drink?"


Shelly chose a seat at the opposite end of the counter from where the two had
been, and asked for a coffee. 


As the waitress approached with her cup of coffee, Shelly noticed the pungent
smell of cheap perfume, and saw the pounds of caked on make-up on the woman's
face. This blonde haired woman looked eerily like her own mother, whom she had
left behind in Indiana. She chuckled at the realization that white trash must
be the same everywhere.


"Here you go honey," the woman said as she set Shelly's coffee down in front
of her, "my name's Maybel. Are you gonna have som'tin to eat tonight?"


"Yeah, can I get a burger, with lettuce and tomatoes, and nothing else on it?"
Shelly replied.


"You sure can. Do you want some fries with it?"


"No thanks. Just the burger please."


Maybel walked away, and Shelly noticed the cop was staring at her.  He kept
looking towards her, and when she would catch him he would turn away. She
figured if Maybel was the only woman he got to look at during the night, her
own twenty years old body must really give him a thrill. It was somewhat
strange, but she admitted to herself that the attention was a little
flattering.


The burger was much better than she had expected, and she left a bigger tip
than she normally would because of it. The police officer had left already, and
though he gave her a good look as he walked past, he never said a word to
Shelly. Maybel had wished her well as she left the dinner, and added the old,
"you come back now, ya' hear", for good measure.


Shelly was half way back to the interstate when her dashboard's "Check Engine"
light came on. This was her luck, she thought. She pulled the car over to the
side of the road, and turned the motor off. Shelly was no mechanic, but she
knew how to check the fluid levels, and was hoping that she just needed some
oil, or anti-freeze to get back on her way.


After several minutes of checking, Shelly still couldn't see anything wrong
with her engine, so she closed the hood,  and got back inside the car. When she
turned the key, the motor would turn, but wasn't quite catching. She thought it
sounded as if the battery was weak, and just wasn't giving enough of a push to
the engine. 


Just then she noticed the police cruiser pull up beside her. The driver, the
same cop she had seen at the diner, rolled down his passenger side window and
was looking towards her. 


Shelly opened her own window, "Hi, I don't know what's wrong with it. The
check engine light came on, and now it won't start at all."


"Why don't you lock it up, and I'll ride you back to town. Grady owns the
garage here, and I'm sure, for a ten spot, he won't mind coming out to look at
it for you." The cop said.


"I guess you're my knight in shining armor then." She said as she stepped out
of the car.


The cop introduced himself as Sheriff Rick James. They spent most of the ride
in silence, but Shelly caught him looking at her chest a few times along the
way. He really must be hard up she thought.


When Grady returned, with Shelly's car attached to his tow-truck, he told her
that the starter was shot, and he wouldn't be able to fix it until Monday, when
the parts' store opened. It was Saturday night.


Shelly almost fell into tears at the news. She didn't have the money for a
motel. She wasn't even sure if she had the money for the starter. Sheriff James
suggested that maybe he could find her a place to stay, and even provide her
with a day's work on Sunday, so that she could earn a few dollars for the
repairs to her car. He told her that tomorrow was the annual "Fall Love Feast"
here in Bible Grove. The first Sunday of October, the whole town gathers in the
square for a dinner to celebrate the love, and friendships in their lives.
"It's sort of a hoakey festival," he said, "but it's a tradition that was
started when the town was founded, and we just hate to break with tradition
around here."


Shelly was very uneasy with his offer. She didn't know him at all, and he had
been giving her the creeps since she first saw him with his stares. On the
other hand, she really wasn't in a position to decline a place to stay, or an
opportunity to earn a little cash. She asked him what kind of work, and he told
her that she could help with the set-up in the square tomorrow, as well as the
clean up after the festival. In between she would get a free dinner, and earn
fifty bucks for her labor. 


Sheriff James also said that she could stay at his sister Mary's until Monday.
She has a large house, lives alone, and he was sure she wouldn't mind putting a
nice young girl up for a couple of days, as a favor to him.


Shelly was still leery of his being so fast to make her such an offer, but she
couldn't see any honest reasons not to accept. This was a small town where
people looked out for one another. She would be foolish, and even border-line
rude to decline it.


That night, Shelly had several vivid, and erotic dreams. She woke up after
each one, hot and sweaty, as if they had been nightmares, the only difference
being that she was highly aroused, instead of frightened after each one. Shelly
almost never dreamed, or at least never remembered her dreams, but she assumed
it was due to being in a strange place, and feeling so vulnerable without much
money, and no car to drive away in, that caused her sub-conscience to go into
overdrive.


One dream had been about the Sheriff. He was in full uniform, and standing
over Shelly's naked body, spread eagle on a table top. Shelly's arms and legs
were being held by unseen hands, and the Sheriff was working his night-stick in
and out of her. 


Another dream had Shelly on her knees, being held down again by unseen forces,
sucking Grady's abnormally large cock, as the Sheriff's sister Mary lay between
her legs, licking Shelly's pussy.


She had other dreams, but they were filled with unseen hands fondling Shelly,
and invisible mouths kissing, or licking her. Even one with a ghost fucking her
in the ass. Each time she woke up with an uncontrollable urge to masturbate
herself to orgasm.


The next morning Mary, Sheriff James' sister, woke Shelly at 6 AM. They had
met last night when the Sheriff brought her to his sister, and asked her to
give Shelly a bed for the night. Mary offered Shelly a dress to wear, saying
that the festival had certain requirements to be followed, and she was grateful
that the woman was so kind. Mary also gave Shelly a description of what would
have to be done today, how the customs of the feast were symbolic, but
absolutely adhered too on this day each year. She also promised to stay close
to Shelly through-out the festival, and help her as much as she could with the
event.


The dress was large, yet plain looking. It reminded Shelly of a servant's garb
from medieval times. There was even an apron included as part of the outfit.


Shelly felt as if she had stepped into another world after hearing Mary's
description of the celebration. She couldn't believe in this day and age that
there were still people holding rituals that demeaned women so. All day long
she would be forced to serve the men of town. She could only address them as
Sir, or My Lord. The women were only permitted to eat after the men were
finished, at tables set off to the side of the square. This was male chauvinism
at it's worst she thought. However, it was only for an afternoon, and she did
get to eat for free, as well as earn a few bucks to boot.


The set up was fairly easy. All the women of town were there, dressed in
costume for the event. Some began cooking, at the far end of the square, while
the rest, Shelly included, took on the task of making a dining area. They
assembled all of the tables, placed the chairs around them, and then finished
it with plates and silverware. Around four o'clock the men began to show up.
Shelly hadn't noticed it before, but she realized that she hadn't seen a single
man all day. Not even walking thru the streets.


As the men appeared, they were greeted, and seated by a woman, who would then
fill his glass, and take her leave with a curtsy. Mary had told Shelly that she
could escort her brother to his chair, and pointed out where that was to be.
When the time came, Shelly felt thoroughly disgusted with this entire practice,
but reminded herself of the money she was making for it. 


Shelly greeted Rick when he arrived, and walked him to his chair. It was
located at the head of the first table, directly in-front of the small stage in
the middle of the square. She filled his glass, and he grabbed her hand as she
turned to leave. 


"I know this is probably freaking you out. I can't imagine how strange it must
look to an outsider like yourself, but you're doing a wonderful job Shelly."
Was all he said.


She smiled, a little pleased with herself, and thanked him for the compliment,
then strolled back to where Mary was standing.


The women served their men when the food was ready. Shelly, having been
assigned to Rick, brought him plate after plate of food. When the meal ended,
the women were to clear all of the plates and silverware from the tables, then
fill their man's cup again with wine, before retiring to their own dinners.


The men told loud, and sometimes crude jokes,and stories as the women ate
their single plates of food. Shelly asked Mary what all this servant, and 'My
Lord' stuff had to do with celebrating love. Mary told her that this was just
dinner, and with a look of what appeared to be sadness, that the love would
come later.


After the women finished their meals, they cleared off their own tables, and
returned to their seats. Now was the time when the men served them a glass of
wine. 


Shelly thanked Rick for the wine, and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead,
without warning, and simply said, "Enjoy."


A band had taken the stage, and begun to play what Shelly thought was waltz
music, but she wasn't really sure. Her head felt a little dizzy, and she
assumed it was from a mixture of being in the sun all day, it was very warm for
October, and the wine she had consumed. 


Shelly's muscles began to feel very tired, yet mentally she was wide awake. In
fact, it seemed as though her senses were excessively active. She not only
heard, but would have sworn that she could feel the music coming from the
stage. Her mind seemed to be going in circles. As though it were racing, she
couldn't quite focus on a single thought for more than an instant. She decided
to ask Mary if it would be acceptable for her to leave yet, since she wasn't
feeling well.


She turned to Mary, "I don't feel too good, do you think.."  Mary cut her off
with a finger to her lips.


Then Mary leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Now, comes the love."


Just as she said that, Rick put his hands under Shelly's arms and raised her
from her seat. When she turned, on unstable legs to face him, he pulled her
close and kissed her.


Shelly was furious that he would take the liberty to kiss her without
permission, but before she could pull away and slap him, as she intended to do,
she found her body responding to his kiss. His lips felt so soft and warm on
hers, and his arms around her gave her the greatest sense of security she had
ever known. This was so strange. She wasn't attracted to him at all, yet her
entire body, and all of her emotions seemed to be yearning for more of his
touch.


When he broke the embrace she tried to say something, but couldn't muster the
energy to speak. It was as if her mind had lost control of her body's actions.
She felt limp in his hands. Oh yes, she thought, those wonderful hands.


Rick set her down on the edge of the table, then she saw that all the other
women were being showered with kisses, and embraces from their men. Some were
even taking things further. Several women now had their breasts exposed to
their lovers. Mary, who was sitting on the table next to her, not having been
assigned a man, was staring at Shelly with a look of lust as her hands slid up
to her own chest.


"This is getting out of control." Shelly thought, but still couldn't bring
herself to do, or say anything to protest the course of actions. Suddenly, she
felt Rick's hands on the blouse of her dress. Like all the other women's
dresses here today, the top was fastened by a string-tie up the front of the
blouse. He was untying hers! She had to stop him, but as soon as she thought
that, she felt Mary's hand on her leg. She was slowly sliding it under Shelly's
dress. Shelly wanted to scream, run, anything. But at the same time, she wanted
more. Her whole body was alive with arousal. Even her hair blowing in the
breeze seemed to be turning her on. 


Before she could rationalize this, Shelly realized that Rick had completely
untied her top, and was now fondling her bare breasts with his hands, those
wonderful hands, as he slowly placed soft kisses on her neck, then began to
work his way towards her chest with his mouth. At the same time, she could feel
Mary's hand finding it's way under the edge of her panties. Without thought
Shelly opened her legs wider to allow Mary easier access beneath the soaked
cloth. Her own hands were now exploring the muscles of Rick's arms, and moving
towards his waist. Shelly was in ecstasy.


Any thoughts she held of this being wrong, or strange had fled. Her mind was
tuned to one thing only, pleasure. The rest of the night was a fuck-feast. By
the end of the evening she had made love to Rick, along with several other men,
multiple times, and even experienced her first woman to woman encounter with
Mary. 


Shelly awoke, lying across the front seat of her car at a rest stop along the
interstate. She wasn't sure where she was at first. Had it all been a dream?
Her sore muscles, especially in her pelvic area told her it wasn't. Those
bastards! "They raped me!" She thought to herself.


What to do now? How had she escaped? If it was real, how did she get her car
back, and when did she drive to this rest stop? 


That's when she saw it. The video cassette sitting on the floor of her car. It
was labeled "Love", and had a small note taped to it. The note read: "You come
back now, ya' hear"


Shelly began to drive. She wasn't sure what she would do. She didn't even know
what direction she was heading in. Then she saw the answer. A road sign up
ahead.


"Exit 11A, Bible Grove PA". Her nipples became erect.


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