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SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 -- POC
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SOUL SEARCH
By POC
CHAPTER ONE -- The best of plans
"I don't think that's real smart Art... No, I think you're crazy man."
'Sharp' Louie sounded worried.
"And what the fuck if I am crazy Lou? What the fuck then huh? Fuck it!
I've made up my mind man. This deal is done Lou, whether you're in or not. It's
fucken done man! You got that Lou? You fucken got that man?" Art, 'The Mailman'
said defiantly and turned the nose of the big Cadillac toward the curb then
parked. "You don't want in, get the fuck out the car man. Ain't no sweat of my
balls either freaking way. Go on man! Get the fuck out!"
In all the years that he and Art had been partners Louie had never seen
him quite so upset. Louie was well aware that he wasn't the smartest guy
around, Hell, that's how he'd gotten the nickname 'Sharp' Louie, but he sure
was smart enough to know what Art was planning was real crazy. Louie had never
been the brains of the outfit and most times he just did what ever Art told him
to do, but this time he felt he had to try and talk Art out of his plan. "Come
on Art... Gee..." Louie apologized. "...don't be that way man. I don't want to
get out of the car... but shit man... We'll both end up in the East river if
you work this scam. Nobody gets away with fucking over Raw Eddy man. Nobody."
"Fuck Raw Eddy!" Art extended his middle finger pointing it toward the
front windshield. "Raw Eddy ain't the poor bastard that's got cancer man. Me
man! I'm the lucky fuck what's got that shit eating out my insides, not him
man, me! So screw fucking Raw Eddy to hell and fucken back!"
"Yeah... I know man, but..." Louie started to argue again before Art cut
him off.
"But nothing man. I've thought about this a lot. This is probably the
only chance I'll have to get my hands on enough money to do something about
this crap," Art jabbed his thumb toward his cancer ridden stomach then angrily
stubbed out the butt of the Lucky Strike cigarette into the overflowing
ashtray. "and I ain't passing it up Lou. No fucking way am I passing it up!"
"Yeah... but Eddy don't like being chumped, and we're talk'un a whole lot
of his money here. Remember what he did to Frost? And that was for less than a
grand." Louie knew how serious Eddy was about anybody stealing money from him.
Allen Frost had skimmed just a little over a grand of the top from one of
Eddy's bookie joints and Eddy had both of Frost's hands hacked off then had him
hung upside down in the front window of a retail store where he bled to death
as a reminder to anyone else even thinking about ripping him off. Stealing from
Raw Eddy was bad business and Louie was scared, but in the end he also knew if
Art was really going to go through with it, he'd help him... because him an Art
were partners... no matter what they were pals.
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The two D.E.A. agents sat uncomfortably on straight backed wooden chairs,
in the shabby three room apartment on the second floor of the 'Fenton Arms'
hotel. Both men were mindlessly staring out through the unwashed living room
window at a warehouse located directly across the street from the hotel room,
and both men were bored to spit. For the last three day's they had been staking
out the warehouse, which was proposed to be the location of a drug deal within
the next few days, but so far nothing had happened.
Stakeout's in general were considered to be 'grunt detail' and disliked
by everyone, but this particular stakeout was the bottom of the pit. For one
thing, the information that a drug deal was about to go down had come from one
of the departments more unreliable sources, an informant that went by the name
of 'Willie the Weasel', a low life snitch who would swear his mother was Hitler
in drag if it got him twenty bucks. Second, the only reason the department had
taken any real interest was the Weasel's claim that 'Raw Eddy' Hyde was doing
the deal, and the department couldn't afford to pass up a chance at getting
'Raw Eddy' no matter how slim the prospect was. And third, a new departmental
policy stipulated that no one on surveillance would be allowed to play cards,
listen to radio, watch television or even read a newspaper was currently in
effect. The department felt doing anything other than observing was much too
distracting and might jeopardize the assignment. That policy made a boring
assignment even worse.
"We're on!" One of the agents jumped up and anxiously yelled to the other
when he spotted a white Cadillac El Dorado pull up and park a block away from
the entrance to the warehouse.
The other agent stood up and retrieved the two way radio sitting on the
end table. "Bout fucking time. I'll call in for back up." He said, thankful for
finally having something to do.
"Hold on!" The first agent said looking through binoculars. His comment
stopped the second agent from keying the transmitter button. "It's only two of
Eddy's flunky's. You know, that Sharp Louie brain trust and..." He squinted his
eyes. "... Art some-thing-or-another, that dick head they call The Mailman."
"Well shit! Maybe the Weasel really is on to something this time? Want I
should call it in anyway, just to get the squad up and on their toes?"
"Naw. Let's wait until something goes down. Don't want to queer the deal
by pushing in to early. Besides, I'm still not all that convinced our mister
Weasel ain't just blowing smoke out his ass." He pulled the binoculars from his
eyes and plopped down on the uncomfortable chair to wait once again.
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Louie and Art got out of the Cadillac and walked slowly toward the front
entrance of the warehouse. Both men nervously rubbed under their left armpits
momentarily, taking comfort in the feel of the automatics cradled inside their
shoulder holsters.
"I mean it Louie. You let me do all the talking." Art told Louie sternly
when they approached the door. "I mean it man... Not one fucking word out of
you or you'll get us both iced. Okay?"
"Yeah okay Art. I know. I know! I'm not fucking stupid man... Shit."
Louie was annoyed that Art had repeated to him so many times about not saying
anything. Christ, he wasn't a fucking idiot. He knew how to keep his mouth shut
when he had to.
Art sensed Louie's frustration and said. "Okay man. Be cool. It's just
that this one's the big one buddy. You know the whole fucking enchilada man, so
we gotta stay sharp."
"Like a razor man. Like a fucken Sun Sweet razor." Louie answered feeling
better.
Art nodded then knocked on the door. After several seconds a voice called
out from behind the closed door. "Yeah?"
"It's me man... Mailman and Sharp Louie. Open up." Art called back to the
voice.
"What the...?" The voice from behind the door questioned, then after some
noise the door opened about an inch or two and a portion of a face appeared.
"What the fuck are you two Gumba's doing here?" The portion of face asked them.
"Hi Willie." Louie said to the half face waving his left palm.
Art nudged Louie in the ribs with his elbow then said. "Eddy wanted some
insurance and sent us over. Open up."
"Fuck that!" Willie said. "Eddy didn't say nothing to us."
"Yeah! So Eddy don't ever fucking make a change in plans. Open the
fucking door!" Art pushed on the door with his hand, but it barely moved with
the weight of Willie behind it.
"Hang on." Willie told Art then he turned his head and yelled to someone
behind him. "Hey Tony. I got fucking Dumb and Dumber out here. They say Eddy
sent um over. What the fuck should I do?"
"Better let um in." Tony answered. "Either that or hang a God damn neon
sign out front."
Willie pulled the door open then immediately shut it behind Art and Louie
after they entered. "So what the fuck's going on?" Tony asked looking directly
at Art.
"It's like I told Willie." Art answered him. "Eddy wanted you guy's to
have a little insurance in case the grease ball's get cute or anything."
"I don't know." Tony shook his head. "Eddy specifically said there was
only to be two of us, because the deal was off if we had a God damn cluster
fuck of fire power hanging around during the transaction. I hate this kind of
crap!"
"What the fuck can I tell ya. I don't fucken know? Maybe Eddy figured he
better cover his bases on a deal this big. Hell, don't fucken me. He told us to
keep out of sight unless something went wrong. Shit man, I just do what the
fuck I'm told that's all." Art shrugged his shoulders.
Tony shook his head. "What the fuck. Okay but you two keep the hell outa
sight when we make the trade. I don't wanta replay the fucking O.K. corral
because the grease ball thinks we're setting um up or something." He looked
around the large, mostly empty room. "Over there. Behind those rack's. And stay
put unless things go to shit." He pointed toward a pair of twelve foot tall
wooden storage racks.
"That's what Eddy wanted." Art responded, not giving Tony the
satisfaction of feeling like he was in charge. "So when's the deal going down?"
Tony raised his left wrist and looked down at the face of his watch.
"About fifteen minutes." He turned toward Willie. "Guess we can raise the
delivery door, huh."
Willie nodded then walked toward the back of the warehouse where a steel,
floor to ceiling accordion truck delivery door was located. Willie yanked
downward on a chain attached to a pulley and the door slowly began to rise.
"You two get the fuck outa sight." Tony yanked his thumb toward the storage
racks.
"It wouldn't bother me one little bit to ice that scum fuck!" Art
whispered angrily to Louie as both men stepped behind the shelving.
After several minutes Art slid his .45 automatic out from its holster and
removed the clip. He inspected the clip making certain it was full, then after
replacing it he drew back the gun's slide and readied a round into the chamber.
Louie having watched Art getting his weapon ready followed suit and
readied his automatic. His gun however had a round previously chambered, and
when he pulled back on the slide the shell ejected and landed on the concrete
giving off a resounding "twing" when it hit floor. "Shit!" Louie yelp in a loud
whisper scrambling on all four's chasing after the rolling bullet.
"Dip Shit!" Art whispered irritably. Then to relieve his frustration he
kicked Louie on the ass with the side of his foot. "Get the fuck up here!"
"Sorry." Louie meekly replied and stood up.
"Ass hole!" Art whispered as he yanked the gun from Louie's fist and
chambered a round then handed it back to him. "This is cocked and the safety is
off, so don't go fucking with it, damn it!"
"Sorry." Louie said again looking over his automatic and feeling
dejected.
"Don't worry boy's, I'll just tell them we got church mice the size of
fucking Ellis Island around here. Keep the fuck quiet back there!" Tony yelled
after he heard all the noise.
CHAPTER TWO -- Family love
At the precise moment that her uncle's throat was sliced, the thin ear to
ear laceration began sprouting crimson gushers of blood across Karen's face,
neck and breasts. It had happened so quickly her brain took several seconds to
respond. One minute her uncle was on top of her, his face askew with passion
brought on by the pleasurable act he was performing, then the very next moment
his face mirrored a look of bewilderment as if he didn't understand or couldn't
comprehend what had occurred as the thin line under his chin streamed his
life's force from him. That look of astonishment on his face only lasted for a
second or two before he slumped forward, landing heavily across his niece's
body.
"Aaaaa... Jesus! God... you killed him!" Karen screamed frantically as
she scrambled to pull herself out from under her uncles bleeding body. The dead
weight was more than she was able to lift and she became panicked. "Get him
off! Get him off! Aaaaa... Get him off!" She was pushing and thrashing around
wildly, becoming more and more frantic with every passing second in a futile
attempt to free herself. Then she felt the body being yanked sideways, and even
in her current frenzied state Karen was intrigued with the eerie feeling of his
cock, still ridged even in death, sliding out of her vagina as he was rolled
off of her.
Immediately upon feeling relief from the weight pinning her down the
seventeen year old girl leaped off the bed and stood screaming and sobbing
looking like something out of a Steven King or 'Friday the thirteenth' movie.
She stood nude, her thin but athletic tomboy body, cute snub nose, wide pretty
brown eyes, long dark hair, small firm breasts and incredibly soft lightly
furred slit, completely covered in fresh blood. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Jesus! God!...
Ohhh... Ohhh God!" She hysterically shrieked looking down at the body that only
seconds before had been her uncle.
Rory stood at the foot of the bed still holding the open straight razor
in his hand. "Shut up Karen! Jesus! He fucking asked for it!" He sounded a lot
more in control than he really was. He'd never killed anyone before and it was
a little unsettling to say the least. "He fucking asked for it. Yeah, he asked
for it." He repeated.
Karen managed a little composure and looked over toward Rory. "What do
you mean he asked for it? Jesus Rory... You killed him!"
"Yeah... Well... Shit! He was fucking you. What the fuck was I supposed
to do?" He collected himself a little as well.
"So he was fucking me! Jesus you didn't have to kill him." Karen's head
was spinning.
"Jesus Karen! He's your fucking uncle for Christ sake! Don't you think
it's a little weird for a uncle to fuck his niece? The Bastard got what he
deserved." Rory was convincing himself he had done the right thing.
"God Damn it Rory! He's been letting us stay in his trailer and all. So
he wanted a little. I didn't think that was too much to ask. You shouldn't of
killed him."
"Yeah! But he's your fucking uncle... Christ all mighty!"
"Okay. Okay, but shit my father'd been fucking me ever since I was
twelve. I told you about that., and shit, we didn't kill my old man before we
ran away. Jesus Rory... Uncle Mark wasn't such a bad guy."
"Not to you maybe, because he wanted to get into your pants, but to me,
he was a total ass hole. You saw all the crap he made me do around here. Shit!
I had to practically beg for fucking air to breath. Fuck him! He got what he
deserved!" He was still convincing himself.
"You didn't have to kill him Rory. I don't know why you always get so God
damn Postal!" Some of the initial shock had worn off and she felt a little
angry.
"Well how do you think I felt! I'm supposed to be your boyfriend damn
it!" His face became flush with rage. "Don't you think I knew every time he
sent me into town, or out to the God damn barn it was so he could get his cock
up your snatch! How do you think I felt, knowing he was either fucking you
every time he kicked me out of the God damn trailer! I'll tell you how it felt!
It felt like shit! That's how it fucking felt!"
Karen had never seen Rory quite so upset. His outburst and disclosure
seemed to minimized the anger she had been feeling. That anger, which had been
primarily generated out of shock, and not out of grief over the loss of her
uncle, now turned to concern over loosing their meal ticket. She really hadn't
even known her uncle all that well, him having visited only once in the past
when she was very young, and not seeing him again until just two week's ago
when she and Rory had shown up at his farm. He had reluctantly taken them in,
but after only a few day's it became obvious that he and Rory would never get
along. He had threatened to toss them out, and Karen used the one thing
available to her, her body, which she knew was what uncle Mark had really
wanted all along anyway. After that as long as she kept uncle Mark sexually
satisfied they had a place to stay, and food in their mouths, but now Rory had
ended that once and for all.
"All right. All right. What's done is done." Karen yanked a sheet from
the bed and swabbed at the blood covering her body. "But right now we need to
figure out what we're going to do. You really screwed this up Rory."
"I screwed it up!" He yelled. "He was the one doing all the fucking
screwing." He pointed toward the body of uncle Mark. "Get off my back Karen!
Remember I was the one that got you away from that pervert dad of yours."
"If you can call the last two months getting away?" She turned the sheet
looking for a un-soiled area so she could continue wiping blood.. "Ever since
you got me away, as you put it, we haven't done anything but sleep in bus
stations and hitch-hike around the country. I don't really call that getting me
away Rory. The first real roof we'd had over our heads in two months was here,
and now you've hosed that all up!"
"You fucken bitch!" He gave her the finger. "You fucken begged me to get
you away from your God damn father. I fucken told you I didn't have any shiten
money! But you couldn't stand it at home. Anything would be better than this,
you told me. Well fuck you! I did the best I could!"
"Don't give me the fucking finger you bastard!" She threw the bloody
sheet at him. "So far I'm the only one putting anything into this adventure!
Remember that guy at the Lincoln bus station? I was the one that had to suck
that slimy bastard's cock for twenty bucks so we could eat. Right fucking there
in the phone booth! In front of God and the world! You didn't have to blow the
bastard! I did! Oh but wait... I forget... You did keep lookout so some cop
wouldn't catch me on my knees with a stiff cock in my mouth. Oh Yeah! I forgot
that!" She said in a mock-loving voice, placing her hands over her heart and
feigning lovesickness.
"Well shit! I told you I'd roll the bastard. You were the one that said
it would be safer doing it your way. Shit Karen...," His voice took on a much
more subdued tone. "...you said you'd sucked your father off so many times that
doing that guy would be cake... Shit. I don't know."
"Okay. Okay. Let's chill out." Karen offered Rory a weak smile. "I didn't
like having my uncle do me anyway. But, we'd better figure out what to do now."
"Let's just dump the fucking body and hang out here for a while.
Shit." Rory suggested.
"I think not." Karen shook her head. "He'll be missed and the cops are
bound to come around. If they find us here we're screwed. No. I think we ought
to grab up as much stuff as we can and take off in his truck. We can dump his
body down the well, and with the truck gone they'll just think he went on
vacation or something. Yeah. We'll be long gone by the time he's discovered."
"Okay by me. What ever. But where the hell can we go?" Rory agreed. The
impact that he had just killed somebody was sinking in and he had become a
little complacent.
"Remember that preacher we've been hearing about all over the news, maybe
we could hang out with him and his bunch for a little while." Karen said
thoughtfully remembering all the newscasts.
"What preacher?" Rory asked.
"You know, the guy down south. The one performing all those miracle faith
healing's and crap. Remember it's been on the news a hundred times. They said
so far nobody's been able to prove he's a fake or anything. It really seems
like he has some kind of divine ability or something. Christ, its been on the
news for over a week now, you been in a fucking closet or what?" Karen was
annoyed because she knew Rory must have heard about it.
"Yeah, yeah. I remember something about it. I Guess I didn't pay much
attention. That kind of shit don't interest me. But why go find him? You don't
believe in any of that religious crap or nothing." Rory shrugged his shoulders.
Church stuff didn't do much for him.
"Maybe I do believe in that religious crap. How the hell would you know
what I believe. Jesus! But that's not the point anyway. According to the news
this guy is building up quite a following, and it seems to me we might just be
able to disappear in the crowd for a while... that's all. And if they take us
in at least it'd be a place to hang. It's gota be better than bus stations.
Okay by you? Unless you've got some better idea." Her last words were spoken
with sarcasm.
"Yeah sure. If you want, okay by me. Fuck it." Rory really didn't really
care where they went anyway.
"Okay." Karen said taking a Marlboro cigarette out of the pack from the
night stand and lighting up. "While I'm washing up you burn all these bloody
sheets and stuff in the incinerator. If the cop's come inside the trailer I
don't want them finding anything."
After depositing the body of uncle Mark down the two hundred foot well
shaft, they searched the trailer but didn't find much of value with the
exception of one hundred and forty two dollars and sixty nine cents, a small
amount of groceries, and two rings, which they might be sell able.
Karen and Rory got into uncle Mark's nineteen fifty six Ford custom cab
pickup and headed south.
CHAPTER THREE -- Let's dance
Art and Louie remained hidden for much longer than the scheduled fifteen
minutes, and because of the plans to make off with the money both of them were
starting to get edgy.
"What's taking so long Art?' Louie whispered.
"How the fuck should I know! Maybe the deal's a bust. Fuck I don't know!
If something don't happen soon I'm fucking lighting up." Art whispered back
with frustration rolling the unlit smoke between his fingers.
Just then the well-known sound of an automobile broke the silence in the
large room as it pulled into the warehouse. The sounds of car doors opening,
then closing again were heard, then Tony's voice. "Yo. Any trouble getting
here?"
A new voice with a rich Italian accent said. "No. No trouble. Did you
bring the stuff?"
Tony again. "Willie. Go get the briefcase." There was a short pause the
Tony continued. "Right here. You got the cash?"
The Italian voice said. "Anthony!" Then the distinct sound of two fingers
snapping together could be heard.
Art dropped the cigarette then squeezed Louie's elbow. "Let's dance!" He
whispered and stepped out from behind the shelving.
Art instantly took in the scene. In his line of work you couldn't afford
the luxury of lengthy scrutinization. The car was a large black sedan parked
about six feet inside the delivery door. Two men, both dressed in dark business
suit's stood a few feet in front of the car's hood. The taller of two men was
thin, with a dark olive complexion, and jet black hair combed straight back.
The other man was heavier set with thinning gray hair, he held a black satchel
in his left hand. Tony and Willie stood with their back's to Art facing the two
other men. Tony held a briefcase in his left hand.
Art's original plan of holding the men at gun point and departing with
both bag's went to hell-in-a-hand basket the instant he exposed himself. The
heavy set man upon spotting Art's automatic instantly reached for the revolver
tucked in the waistband of his slacks.
Tony and Willie being completely unaware that Art and Louie had come out
of hiding, saw the heavy set man's movement as one hostel toward them and both
men reached for their weapons.
A deafening mussel blast echoed from behind Art and small black hole
appeared in the forehead of the heavy set man. The .45 caliber slug from
Louie's automatic exited out the back of the heavy set man's head taking half
of his skull with it, depositing blood, bone fragments and brain matter onto
the roof and windshield of the dark sedan.
The thin man yanked a sawed-off 12 gauge shotgun from behind his back and
quickly fired a round toward Art and Louie just before turning to run toward
the back of the large sedan.. The 12 gauge blast went wide and ripped through
Willie's left arm, jaggedly severing it at the elbow. Willie collapsed to the
concrete gripping at the wounded stump while blood splattered wildly from the
damaged artery.
Tony was confused seemingly hearing gun fire coming from all around him.
He jumped to his left trying to avoid the shotgun, while firing several rounds
toward the thin man. All of his shots were off target, and only shattered the
sedan's windshield and sent small concrete dust clouds into the air.
Just at the moment that Art squeezed the trigger on his automatic, firing
at the retreating back of the thin man seeking cover, was precisely when Tony
decided to leap to his left. The bullet destined for the thin man ripped into
the back of Tony's head, exiting with his entire forehead, killing him
instantly.
Louie fired twice more taking down the thin man with two well placed
shots in-between the shoulder blades.
The silence following the gun fire was almost spooky, only low agonizing
moan's from Willie who was still rolling around on the blood covered concrete
invaded the quite. Louie kneeled down over Willie, then removing his belt, he
used it as a tourniquet on Willie's forearm. Art in the mean while went about
making sure everyone else was dead and collecting the deal bag's before
lighting a cigarette.
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The two D.E.A. agents heard the gun fire at exactly the same time.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" The one looking out the window uttered.
"Fucking-a. Let's go!" The second agent yelled, yanking his revolver out
of its holster.
"I fucking hate it when this un-planned shit happens." The first agent
shouted to the second as they leaped three steps at a time down the stairwell.
"I'll take the back! You cover the front." The second agent called over
his shoulder to the first once they hit the street, then he sprinted toward the
rear of the building.
"I'll call for backup!" The first agent shouted, then pulling the
Motorola two-way from his back pocket he keyed the mike to called in. "Sitting
Trivalent one... Sitting Trivalent one... Shots fired... I repeat.. Shots
fired. Officer needs back up... I repeat... Shots fired. Officer needs
back-up."
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If Louie hadn't been kneeling over Willie he would never have noticed the
D.E.A. agent's attempt at sneaking inside the truck entry door then toward the
back of the large sedan. But Louie was kneeling over Willie,, and he did see
him, and without any hesitation Louie fired his colt three time's sending three
slugs directly into the second agent's chest. The department strongly suggested
agent's wear bullet proof vests even when on stakeouts, but that was a
suggestion most agent's elected to ignore and the second agent was thrown
backward several feet with the impact of the heavy rounds, and was dead even
before he hit the ground.
"What the...!" Art dropped down onto one knee swinging his gun from right
to left.
"I guess there was another one." Louie told Art. "He was trying to take
cover behind the car."
"Are there any more?" Art asked keeping the automatic in the ready
position.
"Don't know." Louie answered. "Guess there could be. That one came from
outside."
Art got up and stubbed the cigarette out with his toe before he made his
way to the truck doorway. With extreme caution he looked up and down the
roadway outside the building. It was clear in both directions with very little
available for anybody to hide behind. "Looks clear to me. Grab the bag's and
let's get the hell outa here." He told Louie.
"What about Willie?" Louie asked.
"Nothing we can do about him. Come on let's skip out the back and walk
around. If anybody reported hearing gun shots the heat will be here any
minute." Art waved Louie to follow him.
Just as they approached the Cadillac the first D.E.A. agent having found
the front door locked and having heard additional gun shots was running toward
the back of the building when he spotted Art and Louie. He was still several
feet away from the Cadillac and having nothing available for cover he did the
only thing possible. "DEA! Drop your weapons! Now! Your under arrest!" He tried
to yell with authority in his voice.
Art fired his automatic hitting the agent in the ribcage with his first
shot and missing with the next two. The agent was twisted sideways then slammed
into the side of the brick building. He slumped down and just before
un-conscienceness from shock overtook him he thought. "I fucking knew I hated
this un-planned shit when it happens."
"Let's go!" Art yelled to Louie as he bolted around the Caddie and
slipped into the drivers seat.
Louie opened the rear door and threw both bag's onto the back seat, then
he climbed into the passenger seat just as Art screeched the front tires and
pulled away from the curb.
"Where we going Art?" Louie asked after they settled into the normal flow
of traffic.
"Texas." Art answered.
"Texas?" Louie asked it like a question.
"Yeah Texas." Art said nodding his head. "I heard they got some big time
hospitals and doctors in Texas. Maybe they can do something about this." He
indicated his cancerous stomach area, then lit up a Lucky and enjoyed the first
peaceful smoke he'd had in hour's.
CHAPTER FOUR -- Lose one gain two
Karen and Rory stood by the side of the road looking at the fifty six
Ford pick-up. It's hood was up and steam was bellowing past the radiator cap
and around the intake manifold. "Piece of shit!" Rory said offering his middle
finger in a obscene gesture to the steaming engine. "Fucking piece of shit!" He
said again kicking the left front fender.
"Well that'll do a lot of good." Karen offered sarcastically.
"It does me some fucking good!" Rory replied kicking the fender again.
Karen looked around. They had traveled a few hundred miles from the farm
and were stranded on a long vacant stretch of little used highway leading out
of Tennessee and into Arkansas. The narrow two lane, pothole'd highway was
straight, flat and deserted in both direction for as far as Karen could see.
Very few people still used this old stretch of road after the new expressway
had been built. "This is one hell of a place to break down. I can't see
anything... anywhere." She said shading her eyes with her hand and looking
around.
"No fucking shit Sherlock!" Rory answered giving the truck another kick.
"Piece of God damn shit! What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?"
Karen knew his last question had been rhetorical so she didn't bother to
answer it. Instead she asked. "Do you think you can fix it?"
Rory shook his head. "No fucking way. See that steam coming out of the
intake? Well that means we blew a head gasket. And as if that isn't bad enough,
the God damn engine froze up just before the gasket went because of
overheating." He looked up and down the highway. "Jesus Christ, we've got to
be a hundred fucking miles from anywhere. Piece of fucking shit!" He kicked the
truck again, this time he managed a fare sized dent in the fender.
"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Karen asked, more to herself than
Rory.
"How the fuck should I know! You're the one that wanted to go see that
fucking preacher!" Rory answered with exasperation in his voice.
"Don't go getting all pissy with me! I didn't break the God damn thing!"
Rory was really starting to get on her nerves. If she had it to do all over
again she would have found someone else to help her run away. She knew at
seventeen she wouldn't last long on the streets alone, what with cops, pimps,
gangs and all, but looking back on it Rory wouldn't have been her first choice
by far, but he had been the first guy actually willing to leave town with her,
and he did have a car, or so she thought at the time. It wasn't until the
night they actually left she had learned the car really belonged to Rory's
roommate, and they would have to take a Greyhound bus out of town. If she
hadn't already stolen that money from her father, or sent that letter to the
newspaper about how her father had been sexually abusing her over the years so
he'd get into trouble, she would have told Rory to take a hike right then and
there. But she had taken the money and she had sent the letter, so now with no
other alternative she Grayhound'd her ass out of town with him like it or not.
'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'Rory is a royal pain.' She walked to the
passenger side of the truck and grabbed a cold beer out of the cooler. She
popped the top then took a long icy swallow, before lighting up a Marlboro.
"Hey. Grab me one of those, will ya." He yelled over the trucks hood.
"What? Did the truck blow out your leg along with the gasket?" She
sarcastically yelled back.
"Jesus Christ! Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" He said angrily,
then opening the drivers side door he leaned across the bench seat and yanked a
beer from the cooler himself.
Karen sipped at her beer remembering how she had worked Rory into
helping her run away. How she had let him make out with her. Let him feel her
breasts and even rub over her crouch a little bit before pushing his hand away.
How that one time she had allowed him to believe she had gotten a little drunk
and he had so skillfully maneuvered her into the back seat of his car, and so
cleverly slipped down her underwear, then had fucked her thinking he had
planned and manipulated her into submission. Yeah right! She had played him
like a drum, giving him just enough to keep his interest and wanting more. Now
watching him guzzle beer she wondered if it had even been worth the effort of
spreading her legs. She drew in on the cigarette filling her lungs before
exhaling.
"Shit we can't walk from here." Rory finally said between swallows of
beer. "Guess we'll just have to wait until somebody comes along. Hell, I don't
know what else to fucking do."
"It could be a real long wait. I haven't seen anybody on this road sense
we've been on it. But what the hay." She tossed her empty beer can out into the
vacant field and reached for a full one. "Least we got cigarettes and beer."
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Art and Louie had not taken much time in the city before leaving, having
only stopped briefly to pick-up some personal items at each of their
apartments, with a little time for inspection of the contents of the bags. One
bag contained several key's of cocaine, and a smaller amount of heroine, while
the other held close to half a million dollars in medium too small bills.
Looking at the money, both men felt they had finally hit the jack-pot, even
Louie's original concerns vanished after seeing that much money.
They were driving south on the interstate just four hours out of New York
City when they heard the first news broadcast covering the shoot out on the car
radio. The news report stated that earlier that day there had been what
appeared to be a mob related, drug deal gone bad, shooting out that left four
men dead and two other's wounded. The police also reported that at least one of
the men found dead was a D.E.A. officer. The shoot out had taken place in an
abandoned warehouse that the D.E.A. had been staking out and at least one other
D.E.A. officer was reportedly found wounded, but should make a full recovery.
All other's involved, three dead and one seriously wounded, were known to have
long time mob and drug connections. Two additional men seen near the warehouse
at the time of the shootings were spotted driving away in a two or three year
old white Cadillac with New York license plates and were currently being
looked for by the authorities.
After listening to the news report Louie said. "Gee Art. Sounds like
Willie made it, huh. They said they found two guy's wounded."
"Fuck Willie!" Art answered. "That only means, Raw Eddy will be after us
along with the cops." He pressed a little harder on the gas pedal trying to put
as much distance between them and the city as he could.
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It was just a little before dusk. Karen and Rory had been waiting for
over eight hours and no one had come along. They didn't even have the luxury of
listening to a radio, because there was only a oblong hole where the auto radio
should have been. It was as if the rest of the world had just gone away. Both
Karen and Rory were on edge and snapped at each other over even the smallest of
things.
After several beers and a full pack of cigarettes Karen was even annoyed
at Rory's ability to take a leak. He would just unzipped his fly, pull out his
pecker and let go. She on the other hand was forced to pull down her jeans,
squat down, pull and hold out her underwear away from her crouch, pray that
nothing bit her on the ass, all the while attempting to keep from soiling her
jeans or stepping in the puddle when she finished.
Karen was relieving her bladder and saw the car coming in their direction
long before she could hear it. It started as a small speck on the horizon then
slowly turned into a white spot and finally into the almost recognizable shape
of a automobile. "A car's coming." She called to Rory as she pulled up her
jeans and pointed up the road.
Rory jumped out of the truck and looked to where she was pointing. Far
off in the distance he could just barely recognize a car moving in their
direction. "Okay." He said excitedly. "When it gets close enough you flag it
down. If things go right we'll be driving outa here with some money in our
pockets."
"What do you mean if things go right?" Karen thought she understood him
but she wanted to make sure.
"This time we do it my way." He informed her. "No sir... this time you
ain't going to blow some guy for a lousy twenty bucks and a ride into town. I
don't give a shit who's in that fucking car, I intend on driving away in it...
along with any money I find. I'm sick of this shit!"
"You better think about it. Car jacking and robbery is big time." Karen
didn't care about the people in the car but she didn't feel comfortable doing
what Rory proposed, especially after the amount of beer Rory had consumed.
"And killing your uncle isn't big time! Screw that, I'm doing it! When
the car pulls over you just make sure you keep who's ever in it busy so I can
get behind them. I don't plan on killing anyone, but I sure as hell will if I
have to. I ain't spending another minute out here." Karen knew he was
absolutely serious. Then he added. "Don't fuck this up! I mean it!"
"Don't you either," She answered. "being all liquered up and all."
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Art and Louie had been driving for three days stopping only once at a
off-the-beaten-track motel. After the first day Art got of the interstate and
took the much less traveled road's and highways heading south. While on the
interstate Art had noticed a Trooper, parked on a on-ramp that had quickly
snapped on his overhead flashing lights and attempted to get behind the caddy.
Had it not been for heavy traffic he would have caught them. Art assumed there
must be an all points bulletin out on any white Cadillac with New York plates
and the Trooper may even had made their plates and concluded they were heading
south. He became a little concerned about road blocks but so far they hadn't
run in to any.
Art noticed the vehicle parked on the side of the roadway long before
Louie said. "Hey, looks like a stalled car up there, the hood is up."
"Yeah I see it." Art answered. "Looks like a couple of people standing
next to it." He eased up on the accelerator allowing the big car to slow down.
"I think I'll stop and pick um up. The police are looking for two guy in a
white Caddy, maybe a couple of extra body's will throw them off. Especially out
here in hick world USA."
"Yeah Art. That sounds like a real good idea." Louie confirmed.
As they approached Art saw what looked to be a young woman or girl step
out onto the pavement flagging them down by waving her arms. He pulled over and
parked several feet behind the pick-up truck.
Although he didn't expect any trouble from a stranded pair of kids, out
of sheer habit he pulled his automatic from under the seat and slipped it into
his waistband next to the small of his back. Grabbing his jacket from the back
seat he slipped it while getting out of the car.
"Car trouble?" He called walking toward Karen and Rory.
"Yeah." Karen called back. "We've been here all day. Thanks for
stopping."
"Sure thing. Wouldn't leave anybody stuck in a hell hole like this." Art
said looking around as he quickly sized up the couple. The woman was between
sixteen and nineteen years old, hard to tell a kid's age theses days, long
straight dark hair, five foot two or three, young hard body, sexy and
attractive. The man was in his very early twenties, around six feet tall and
looked like someone that could have belonged in a street gang, short cropped
bleached blond hair, large hoop earrings in both ears, poor quality tattoo of a
skull on the left side of his neck, and several indistinguishable homemade
tattoos across his knuckles. 'A real punk.' Art thought to himself.
"So what's wrong?" Art asked as Louie caught up to him.
"Engine froze up." Rory answered flatly.
"Hi." Louie said nodding his head.
"Hi." Karen returned Louie's greeting.
"Well, having the motor gone is a real pisser all right. Guess you'll
have to take a lift with us." Art answered but his mind was really on the Ohio
license plates on the truck. Some states have special plate letter's
differentiating trucks from passenger car's but Ohio wasn't one of them and Art
wanted the truck plates for the Caddy, he just didn't know exactly how to go
about getting them. He couldn't just ask for them, the kid's would get
suspicious and the Caddy would be as hot as ever. He could always ice the two
of them, but leaving dead body's laying around everywhere was never a good
idea. Oh hell, he'd try and think of something.
Rory had watched the white Cadillac pull up and stop behind the truck.
His heart picked up pace a little in anticipation of carrying out his plans for
the car jacking and he hoped Karen wouldn't screw up the gig, she could be so
God damn flaky. He carefully looked over the men that had gotten out of the
car. Both were middle aged soft bodied business suit types and didn't look as
if they would be any trouble for him at all. The first man to get out of the
car was about five foot six or seven inches tall with a narrow thin frame and
probably weighed out at a hundred and twenty pounds ringing wet. The second man
was larger in both height and bulk at around six foot and two hundred plus
pounds, but he sported a fare sized beer belly and didn't look like he would be
very quick on his feet. 'No.' Rory thought to himself. 'These two crackers
wouldn't be any trouble at all.'
Karen's pulse quickened and she took a hasty intake of breath when the
man stepped out of the car. For one brief moment she thought it was her father.
All the fear and shame she had suffered over the years living with her father
cascaded through her mind and body. 'Yes daddy I'll be good. Please daddy don't
hit me. Please daddy, I'll be daddy's good little girl. Daddy's good girl will
do whatever daddy want's her to do. Oh! But that hurts me daddy.' Then as he
came closer she realized it really wasn't her father at all, but rather just
someone with the same thin build, height and stride. She relaxed letting the
old fear's seep away.
Rory flashed Karen a quick sideways glance and she knew he wanted her
to distract the good Samaritan's so he could do what ever it was he planned on
doing. She still felt a little guilty but they did need a car and screw the two
old farts anyway, especially the one that looked like her dad. He deserved to
get rolled just for looking like him. She stepped toward her left drawing both
men's eyes with her, as she said in her most alluring voice. "I can't begin to
tell you how much I appreciate you stopping and helping us out. If there's...
anything ... I can do to repay you please don't hesitate to ask." She placed
just the right amount of emphasis on the word anything.
Rory made his move. His young muscular body stepped in behind Art, and
his left arm quickly drove up under the shorter man's chin as his right hand
snared the straight razor from his back pocket and expertly flipped it open
then brought the exposed blade up against the man's out-stretched throat, all
within a single movement. "Don't do anything cute or I'll cut your fucking
throat man! All I want is your money and your car! That's all!" Rory told Art
in a snarled voice. "Now tell your friend to get down flat on his stomach and
spread his arms and legs out! Tell him now man! Tell him!" He pressed the blade
a little tighter against Art's neck.
"Do like he say's Louie. Get down." Art attempted to talk in a anxious
voice, although he wasn't really fearful. Hell, he'd had professionals make
try's at him in the past, this was just some punk fucking kid, but he wanted
the little punk to believe he was frightened just to keep the little shit from
doing anything out of anxiety.
Louie dropped to the ground without hesitation and Art felt the blade at
his throat relax just a little. Just as soon as Rory's hand relaxed, almost as
if it had been scripted in some adventure movie, Art quickly brought his left
arm up driving his hand upward and under the razor's cutting edge causing the
sharp blade to slice deeply into the back of his hand. In that same movement
Art forcibly drove his right elbow into the mid-section of Rory sending a loud
"wosh" of air past the young man's lips and doubling him over levering his
body's weight onto Art. Art's next movements were almost cat like as he pushed
outward against the razor imbedded in his left hand catapulting it off to the
side, then slouching down he spun around on the ball of his left foot, and used
his right hand to yank the automatic out of his waistband and deliver two .45
caliber rounds directly into Rory's stomach from less than two inches away.
Rory immediately crumbled to the ground, and began rolling from left to right,
obviously in severe pain and just as obviously was bleeding to death. Art
stripped off his jacket and quickly wrapped it around his wounded left hand.
"Punk!" He said kicking Rory in the ribs.
Everything had occurred so quickly it wasn't until Rory was on the ground
with blood oozing out from between the fingers covering his stomach that Karen
even realize he had been shot. "Rory! Oh Shit! Rory!" She cried out running
over to where he lay moaning in agony. "Oh God!" She screamed touching Rory's
face. "You shot him! You bastard! You shot him!"
"What do you think he was doing to me? Asking for hug's?" Art said
wrapping the jacket even tighter around his hand.
Karen looked up and said through tear streaked eyes. "He wasn't going to
hurt you. All he wanted was your car. He wouldn't of hurt you. Why? Oh God
why?"
"Fuck that little lady." Art answered casually. "If you ask someone to
dance, you'd damn well better make sure you can follow the music. How bout you
girl? You were going to let that little fuck just cut my throat even after I
stopped to help and all. Your not as stupid as your boyfriend there are you?
Huh? Stand up!"
"Screw you!" Karen said defiantly.
"Get her up here Louie." Art told Louie who had gotten back onto his feet
the moment Art had made the first move toward the razor.
Louie walked over and roughly yanked Karen to her feet. "Hold her Louie.
I want to make sure she isn't hiding any surprises like snot nose down there."
Rory had stopped thrashing around and lay still.
Louie pinned Karen's arms behind her back and Art, using his good hand
felt along the girl's side's for any type of weapon, then slipping his hand
under her shirt he ran it up along her flat stomach and over her bra-less
breasts. Karen yanked and pulled violently but she was being held much to
firmly by Louie to free her self. "Fucking pervert!" She screamed as Art
squeezed and pinched her orbs, then she looked into his face and felt his eyes
burning into her. The red hue from the setting sun cast a sinister pall over
his face, and fear replaced anger.
"This little cunt sure has got some great fucking tits." Art told Louie
as he fondled the girl. Then he said to Karen. "Got to make sure you ain't
hiding nothing anywhere else." And he moved his hand between her legs rubbing
forward and back over her mound.
This latest feeling of fear for her life dispelled most of the initial
shock brought on by Rory getting shot and stopped Karen from any farther
struggling. She realized any effort fighting back would not only be futile, but
could enrage the man even more then he was. She remained completely complacent
while he continued feeling her up, spending time rubbing between her legs, then
moving his hand under her shirt to her breasts. Karen knew she was in real
trouble, these men were certainly not normal average business men, they were
something quite different, and something much more dangerous. She sensed these
men had the capability of killing her without a second thought, and as
effortlessly as they had executed Rory. The only difference between her and
Rory was, with the amount of attention the smaller man was lavishing on her
breasts and other private parts, they would surely rape her before killing her.
She felt her knees buckle with fright, and only the big man holding her up kept
her from falling. Perspiration seeped out from under her armpits and she felt
she might wet her pants at any moment. Drawing deep from within herself she
called upon the one weapon in her arsenal... sex.
She managed enough breath to plead. "Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me.
You want me don't you? I could be nice to you... if you don't hurt me... I'll
be real nice to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me."
Art stopped feeling the girl and asked Louie. "What do you say Lou.
Should we let her be nice to us?"
"I sure wouldn't mind knocking off a little piece of that." Louie
answered.
Art deliberately took his time unbuttoning her blouse, not an easy task
one handed, then he pulled it apart exposing the girl's breasts. Her breasts
were small and hard standing proudly off her chest, with dark pointed nipples
and extra large light brown circular aureole's. "You do got a great set of tits
there all right, honey." He said squeezing the right one. "But you ain't got
nothing to bargain with." He reached down between her legs and squeezed her
mound so hard she winced with pain. "If I want this pussy I'll just take it.
Your mine to fuck if I want it."
"I know... but..." Karen could hardly speak. "... but... it'd be a lot
more fun if I were willing. I could... I could really show you a good time.
You'd have a lot more fun if I were willing."
"We'll see." He said releasing his grip. "Lou, go pull the car up. She
ain't going anywhere. Are you honey?"
Louie released his hold on Karen and she immediately dropped down to one
knee then slowly struggled back up to her feet a bit wobbly. "No sir." She said
quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."
Louie drove the Caddy alongside the truck and Art ushered Karen into the
back seat. After opening the trunk Art selected a clean tee-shirt from his
suitcase and re-bandaged his hand, then he tossed the bloody suit jacket off to
one side. He had Louie deposit the body of the now deceased Rory into the trunk
then had him switch license plates. Louie used the Caddy to push the truck
across the highway into a deep ravine where it would be difficult to spot from
the road unless you were looking for it. Then with Louie driving Art climbed
into the back seat with Karen.
CHAPTER FIVE -- Two for the road
"Hey Lou. Hand me that whisky bottle, will ya.." Art requested of Louie
from the back seat. He had unwrapped his hand and was examining the damage made
by the razor. Louie reached across the seat and handed the bottle of Jack
Daniel's to Art
Art opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of amber liquid onto
the tee-shirt substituting as a bandage before he re-wrapped the hand.
"How's it look?" Louie asked glancing at Art in the rear view mirror.
Art took several long pulls on the bottle before answering. "Ya know, I
remember an old cowboy movie I saw once as a kid. It stared this tough ass
cowboy by the name of Lash Laroo. Well in this movie old Lash gets plugged in
the shoulder with a Colt .44, and when his sidekick asked him how he was doing
he simply answered 'Ain't nothing but a flesh wound Pard.' Well, this ain't
nothing but a flesh wound."
Karen sat scrunched up in one corner of the back seat considering her
situation for the hundredth time. She felt that for the moment she was probably
safe but after these men had their way with her it would be undoubtedly be
different. The realization struck her that even now that all initial shock had
worn off she didn't feel a great deal of remorse over Rory's death. Her
indifferent feelings about Rory was a little puzzling and she wasn't sure if it
were due to her current concern for her own life, or because he hadn't meant
that much to her in the first place. She remembered the man named Art calling
Rory a punk, and after two months with him she probably felt the same way about
him. Rory was big and looked real tough, but all the while they were on the
road he hadn't done Jack shit. She had been the one to get what little money
they could scrounge, and it was her, out of sheer desperation that had asked
her uncle to take them in. Yeah, she concluded she had lost a lot of feelings
for Rory and that was why she was so indifferent.
She took a sideways glance at Art, from profile he resembled her father
even more than before, and that was very unsettling. Memories of her father was
the one thing she couldn't deal with. Through sheer will power alone she
managed to push those images and thoughts aside knowing how important it was
she concentrate on her current dilemma.
From overheard scrapes of conversations between Art and the other man
called Louie, Karen had pieced together that they must have done some kind of a
robbery in New York City and that the police were currently looking for them.
That robbery had netted them a great deal of money which was tucked away inside
two brief cases in the trunk with Rory's body. She had gotten that information
when Art verbally chastised Louie for getting Rory's blood all over the money
bags.
She felt the odds of staying alive were much better if she could keep
these men sexually interested in her. A lot of women believed the way to a
man's heart was his stomach, Karen knew, from experience it was actually
through his cock. She had learned, and used to her advantage, the fact of most
women only willing to suck a man's cock before marriage. After marriage,
putting a cock into one's mouth had suddenly become something disgusting only
whores did. Karen knew most married men wanted, and would go to great lengths
to get a blow job and she'd taken advantage of that by sucking men's cocks when
it could get her something she needed. One such a man had been her high school
math teacher. He was married to a typical, 'that filthy thing ain't going into
my mouth' wife, and when Karen desperately needed a passing grade she had
sucked him off right under his class desk after class. Not only had she gotten
the grade she needed but nice gifts whenever they went to some out of town
motel for an hour or two of fucking and sucking. It was during one of theses
motel sessions that Karen for the first time had the opportunity to watch a
real porno movie. That movie furnish Karen a worthy education in the art of
great cock sucking. Karen decided to take full advantage of that education in
her current predicament. She also knew most guy's loved listening to a woman
talk like slut during sex. The more a woman used words such as cock, cunt,
pussy, suck, dick, fuck me, and so on, the more turned on the guy became.
Although, very few woman ever used the "C" word.
She turned to her left looking at Art. "Want me to suck your weenie?" She
asked in a sultry voice.
"Huh?" Art looked over at her confused.
"Your hand look's like it hurts. Maybe if I sucked you off it'd take some
of the pain away. I'll give you some of the best head you ever had." She ran
her tongue seductively over her lips.
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you? So kind of little whore or
something?" Art wrinkled his nose.
"No I'm not!" She answered him defiantly. "I'm just a girl that want's to
stay alive. I'm so scared I could pee my pants right now. Back there I told you
I'd be nice to you if you didn't hurt me. So far you haven't hurt me and I'm
just keeping to my end of the bargain. I know most men like women to talk
slutty to them when they... well you know. Listen, I'll do anything you want,
just don't hurt me. Here, I'll show you how willing I am." She opened her shirt
exposing her breasts. "Remember, you said you liked my tits. Well, here look at
them. Do you still like um?"
"Yeah! Shit! I still like um." He said reaching over and pinching her
nipple with his good hand. "What's your name, and how the hell old are you
anyway."
"Karen and I'm seventeen... I'm not a... a virgin though..." She
attempted to look shy. ".. but I'm close to one. Rory... you know that guy
you... well you know. He's the only one that ever had me... and... and I only
let him do it a couple of times... it's so... you know... so personal and
all."
"Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my cock, now your
telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, I don't know. It's
fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen year old kid doing out in the
middle of bum-fuck nowhere with dumb-fuck no one anyway?" Art took a little
time hefting her globes feeling their weight.
Karen's voice took on the quality of young adolescent innocents. "He was
just some guy that helped me get away from home. My mom died a few years ago,"
she bit down on her lower lip. "and when I turned seventeen, that was three
months ago, my dad came into my room and told me that at seventeen a girl turns
into a woman, and that her father should be the first to take her. He told me
that was so she wouldn't be lured away by the first young stud with a hard on.
Well... He... He tried to rape me." She paused momentarily as if recalling a
horrid incident then continued. "But he was pretty drunk that night and I
managed to get away from him. After that I ran away. I couldn't stand the
thought of my own father... you know... doing it to me." She paused again, took
a deep breath then continued. "We.. me and Rory were on our way to hook up with
that evangelist preacher guy down in Arkansas... that... ah.. Reverent Bishop
or something like that, you know that guy they've been talking so much about on
the radio, the one that's been healing all those people. well... then the truck
broke down and here I am." As she told him the fabricated story she reached
into her jeans pocket and took out two elastic hair bands. She parted her hair
and tied two equally sized pony tails each one banded just above her ear's. She
knew how much men lusted after young girls, and Karen in pony tails, (were it
not for her well developed breasts), looked like she could be twelve or
thirteen years old.
"Jesus!" Art said almost astounded. "If it wasn't for theses tits of
yours I swear you were a fucking kid. Shit! How big are these baby's anyway?'
He asked hefting her breasts one at a time again.
"Thirty two or thirty three B... maybe C. I've never worn a bra, so I'm
not really sure. Some girls develop a lot earlier than others. They were almost
this big when I was twelve." She paused and took his hand into hers and
squeezed it gently, then looking directly into his eyes with as much sincerity
as she could fake she said "So... do you want me to give you that blow job?"
She noticed a tent forming in the crotch of his pants and she knew he was
getting turned on.
Art really didn't have to think long about it. Playing with her tits had
gotten him hard and she was a sexy little thing. "Yeah! You bet!. Come on baby
and play the old skin flute. You'll have to get it out of my pants though, I've
only got one good hand." He sat back giving her open access to his fly.
"Yes sir." She said in a timid captive's voice. She slid down onto car's
floor, kneeling between his legs and with both hands, she gently unzipped his
pants. He pressed down on the car's floorboard's with his feet, raising his ass
off the seat and she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles freeing
his stiff cock. She worshipfully and tenderly held his cock in her hand feeling
it became harder than it already had been. As he leaned back on the car cushion
she wrapped her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside of the
head, just as she had seen the woman in the porno movie do. "Oh, yeah baby.
That's what I needed, some tender affection to my meat. I can't even feel my
fucking hand anymore. Ahhhh... Yeah!" Her mouth began to engulf more of the
object each time she leaned forward until she felt it strike on her rear teeth.
"Open wider honey, take it all down baby! Suck up the whole thing!" He
commanded. "MMMrgph!" was her only reply as her fingers worked the base of his
cock, and aroused his balls. She felt the best chance of her surviving was in
giving him the best blow job of his life, so again, as she had seen the porn
star do, she drove his cock down into her throat forcing herself to control the
normal gag response she felt from his cock as it entered. She was determined to
suck him at least as good as the woman in the movie, and her tongue was finally
able to wash along his flopping balls and her upper lip reached the root of his
cock pressing it against his pubic hairs. She pumped up and down, three, four
times, driving the head of his cock into her throat on each down stroke, she
paused so she could look up and make eye contact with him, then she pumped
again. "Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!," She heard him utter with each massage of her
mouth. His legs pressed upward, thrusting his cock deeper, and she knew his cum
was starting to rise from his balls. She pushed her mouth downward over his
cock as far as she could and let him shoot several globs of jism directly down
her throat, then very quickly she pulled her mouth away and used her hand to
jack him off while he continued to squirt globular balls of sperm across her
face, and into her waiting open mouth. When his orgasm was seemingly over she
gave him another sensation in pleasure, by taking his cock back into her mouth
and sucking firmly on it milking him of the few extra drops left in the tip. He
laid back, panting heavily and she could tell by the look on his face he was
both satisfied and enjoyed seeing his cum dripping down her face onto her bare
breasts.
"God damn! Holly fucking shit! Now you know how to suck some cock honey!"
He finally said between panting breaths.
Karen climbed up onto the seat and used the bottom of her shirt to wipe
off her face and breasts. "Oh, thank you sir. I hoped I could please you." She
answered meekly.
After Art caught his breath he said questionably. "You sure don't blow
like no fucken almost virgin kid."
"Oh yeah. Well... Rory... He made me, you know... watch some porno
movies. I really didn't want to but... Well anyway, I sucked you like one of
the lady's in the movie sucked this guy. I wasn't sure if I could do it right
or not. But, I guess I did all right then. Huh?" She helped him pull his pants
back up.
"Yeah. I'd say you did all right. I think I'll keep you around for a
while. If you can fuck anything like you can suck, I'd say you were a real
keeper."
"I just know you'll like my tight little pussy sir." She said placing his
hand between her legs.
"There you go with that filthy mouth again but, yeah. I'll just bet I
will it." He answered rubbing over her mound vigorously with his hand.
Louie had quietly remained driving while Karen was blowing Art. He had
however, adjusted the rear view mirror slightly so he could catch a peek of the
girl's mouth as it sucking down on Art's cock. Now that she was finished he
said. "Hey Art. What about me, huh?"
"What about you Louie." Art asked.
"I want some. It ain't fair if she don't give me some too." Louie
re-adjusted the mirror so he could see Art's face.
"Well Shit! It ain't fair!" Art mocked Louie then continued. "Christ all
mighty, you're driving man. I can't drive with this hand. Just keep your eyes
on the fucking road and your pecker in your pants." Art replied.
"Ain't fair Art. It just ain't fair man." Louie sounded like a ten year
old.
"I'd be happy to get him off from the front seat... that is... if you
want me to sir." Karen offered. She definitely didn't want the two of them
arguing over her. Not yet anyway.
"Okay. But you better not wreck up this car Louie or I'll personally cut
your fucking pecker off!" Art wasn't really mad he just had to remind Louie of
things from time to time.
As Karen scrambled over the seat Art smacked her on the ass. "God damn
you got a tight ass girl." He smiled.
Karen flipped up the arm rest separating the drivers seat from the
passenger seat and leaned over toward Louie. Louie adjusted the steering wheel
lever so the wheel was up to its full height and Karen's head could more easily
fit between it and his crotch. Karen unzipped his fly and after some difficulty
managed to withdraw his cock from his pants. It was immediately obvious to her
that Louie's cock was much larger than Art's, at about seven inches long, and
even thicker than any she had ever seen before. She stretched her mouth wide
and managed to suck the large cock head in past her lips. She pushed downward
struggling to get it all the way back to her throat, but due to its large size
it became uncomfortable and she only took in as much as was physically
possible. Because she was unable to take the thick head down into her throat
she instead used her tongue expertly, lapping lightly all around his cock's
glands, as she bobbed up and down over his thick stiff shaft. Her jaw started
to ache from being stretched out so far and she closed her eyes and tried to
vacuum an eruption from out of his balls by sucking deep and hard. She felt
motion building inside him and she pressed her head downward against his cock
her lips and teeth continuing to reach downward for the root of the organ,
until the head was pressing on the back of her palate. She could tell he was on
the verge of eruption and a second later hot fluid from the end of his cock
splashed against the roof of her mouth and over her tongue. He moaned with
pleasure as he came. "Yeah! Ohooo... Yeah! Suck it you little cunt! Suck it
all! Aaaa..." She sucked vigorously and swallowed as much of his salty sperm as
fast as she could, but his ball's were so filled, some of the liquid escaped
and dribble out of the sides of her mouth from around his thick shaft. She
thought he would never stop cuming. He was like a never ending river of jiz
forcing her to swallow time and time again, and still he filled he mouth with
sperm... until finally he was dry and she could pull her weary, over stretched
jaw off of his large member.
She carefully pushed his softening member back into his pants and zipped
him up, then she climbed over into the back seat.
"God... What a sweet mouth! Man oh man... I liked it Art. Man I really
liked it!" Louie excitedly said.
"Don't go getting yourself all worked up Lou. You know how you get when
you're all worked up." He advised Louie while indicating to Karen he wanted her
to unbutton her jeans.
Karen obliged and he slipped his good hand under her panties feeling her
soft downy pussy hairs skim across his palm as his finger slid along her crack
searching for her womanhood.
CHAPTER SIX -- Expensive pussy
Louie pulled in and parked the car in front of the run down motel office
as Art had directed him to do. "Go in and get us a room Lou. We'll wait out
here."
Louie got out of the car and entered the office. He returned several
minutes later holding a key.
The motel was located on the same old highway they had been traveling on
about fifty or sixty miles from where the truck had broken down. Like the
highway it hadn't seen much traffic after the new inter-state had been put in
and had not been kept up. The entire place was in need of paint and based on
the amount of cars parked it the spaces located in front of each room less than
a third of the place was occupied.
The locality suited Art just fine, being several miles outside the next
nearest populated area, and being off the beaten track it would give them a
place to sleep, something both him and Louie needed. He hadn't made up his mind
how to deal with Karen yet, knowing if both him and Louie went to sleep she'd
probably take a powder, but if needed he could always tie her to the bed or
something. He'd deal with that when the time came.
Louie backed the big car into the space in front of their room and shut
of the engine. Using some caution because of the body in the trunk they took
the money bag's as well as their personal luggage into the room and locked the
door behind them.
"I think I'll take a shower if it's all right." Karen said to Art.
"I need to use the bathroom first." Art answered. "I've got to clean up
this hand and take a piss. Hell, you can help me with both. Come on." He took
the bottle of whisky and walked into the bathroom.
Karen followed Art into bathroom and saw he had removed the bloody
tee-shirt and was running hot water into the basin. After testing the water he
plunged his wounded hand into the hot water and used his finger tips to clean
around the damaged area. Surprisingly after he was done cleaning and rinsing
the laceration didn't look that severe, but was very puffy and red all around
it.
"Reach in my back pocket and get the razor your punk boyfriend tried to
cut me with." Art told Karen.
After Karen retrieved the razor he said. "Now cut a four inch wide strip
off that clean towel for a bandage." Karen cut the strip while he poured
whiskey over the wound then she helped wrap the hand, folding the material
under itself to hold it in place.
"Yeah. That's better. Now help me take that piss." He said examining the
makeshift bandage.
Karen was confused about his last request and shrugged her shoulders. "
Aaa... I don't know...?"
"Come on." He cut her off, but his voice was not angry. "Just get my
pants off then aim my pecker at the bowl. That shit is hard to do one handed
and I'd much rather have you unzipping my pants than Lou."
"Oh! Okay. Sure." She answered, now understanding. She unfastened his
belt and pants, then unzipped him. Gripping his pants along the hips she pushed
them and his underwear down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. She
lifted the toilet seat then carefully took his soft member in her hand and
pointed the head toward the water in the bowl. A heavy stream of yellow liquid
gushed out of his cock splashing and mixing with the water. "Aaaaaaa... Man a
good piss feels almost as righteous as pussy." He told her while he relieved
himself.
When the flow of urine stopped he said. "Aaaa.. Yeah. That feels better.
Clean off my dick honey."
She started to reached for the remnant of the towel she had cut but he
stopped her by saying. "No. Not like that. Use you mouth baby. Clean it off
with your lips."
"Oh gee's, that's disgusting." Karen said with distaste in her voice.
"Yeah I know. Get with it. I'm getting turned on." He answered flatly.
Karen could feel his cock hardening in her hand as she leaned over and
took his member into her mouth. She tasted the few bitter drops of urine on her
tongue that dribbled out of the head as she sucked back a forth several times
cleaning him with her mouth. She stood up and asked with arrogance in her
tone. "Satisfied? Can I take a shower now?"
"No point in getting that little snatch of yours all cleaned up just to
have me get it all dirty again. Come on. I want to knock off a piece of ass
before going to sleep. Grab my pants. Will ya?" After Karen picked up his pants
he took her hand and led her into the other room.
Louie was asleep flat on his back on the bed. "Hey Lou. Wake up. Get
undressed you're going to mess up your suit. Come on wake up!" Art pushed down
several times on Louie's shoulder.
"Huh? What?" Louie said groggily.
"Get undressed man. Your going to fuck up your suit. "Besides, I was
going to get me a little of this pussy. What do ya say? Want some?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah sure Art. Sure." Louie slowly got off the bed and started
to undress.
Art took off his shirt and laid it over the back of the chair where Karen
had placed his pants then he looked at Karen and winked before saying. "Come on
honey. Get naked. I'm getting tired."
Both Art and Louie laid down completely naked on the bed and watched
Karen while she undressed.
Karen felt a little self conscience doing a strip in front the two men,
but if ever the term "life depending on it" ever meant anything, certainly this
was the situation. She deliberately took her time with unbuttoning her shirt,
adding some mystery and allure to act before tossing it onto the chair. "God
damn Louie," Art said resting his head on his hands. "I ask you man. Is that a
fucking pair of tities or what?"
"Yeah. Their nice all right Art. Their real nice." Louie confirmed.
Karen unsnapped her jeans then slowly pushed them down past her hips,
thighs and calves until they were bundled around her ankles. She gracefully
leaned forward, bending at the waist, affording the men a different viewing
perspective of her full breasts as she stepped out of the jeans. She
straightened up and stood motionless for several seconds dressed only in her
hip hugger panties to tantalize the two men before she slipped her thumb's into
the waistband of her panties to draw them down. As she lowered her panties the
realization of what theses two men were going to do to her became a reality.
Well, she told herself you've been fucked before, and for much lower stakes
than your life. Yes, she would let theses old men take their pleasure with her
and she would even pretend to enjoy it. If they wanted a fucking she'd give
them the fuck of their life. She captivatingly stepping out of her panties then
stood up straight and tall placing her hand on her hips giving them a
completely unhampered view of her entire nakedness.
"Look at that little pussy Louie." Art laughed. "Is that the cutest
little snatch you've ever seen?"
"She don't have much hair on it does she Art." Louie answered.
"She's young man. It'll fill out when she gets older. I like those slick
little pussy's anyway." Art said to Louie, then to Karen he said. "Turn around
honey. Give us a look at your ass."
Karen smiled down at the men then turned slowly as a model might do on a
runway. Now with her backside facing them she erotically bent forward and
stretched her leg's wide then pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Hmmm." She heard
Art say. "Now that my friend is a hard body. A true hot young hard body. Get
into bed baby. You got my cock so fucking hard it hurts. Get that sweet thing
over here."
She turned and walked to the side of the bed and Art got up. "Lou scoot
over to the middle of the bed." After Louie did as he requested he said. "Okay
honey get up on your knees and suck him off, I'm going to fuck you from
behind."
Karen took Art's cock into her hand and stroked it a few times as she
said. "Ohooo... Are you going to put this big thing into my little pussy?" Then
she looked down as if she were talking directly to his cock. "You be gentle
with my little hole you big bad hunk, don't you hurt me." She squeezed it a
little then climbed up onto the bed and kneeled down between Louie's out
stretched legs. She felt the motion of the bed as Art crawled up behind her,
then she felt one of his fingers running down along her butt crack to her
vaginal opening. The finger penetrated inside her hole sending a small spasm of
electricity through her body.
"Your nice and wet." Art told her after pulling his finger out and rubbed
vigorously along her clit. Even though Karen was not sexually aroused she had
learned how to get herself prepared to take a man inside of her. Before she
learned that trick her father would enter her dry leaving her sore and raw for
day's. Necessity being the mother of invention she could get her juices flowing
in even the most unpleasant sexual situations such as this.
"I'm all wet and dripping for you baby. Give it to me! Fuck me good! Give
me that big cock! Your going to like watching me suck your friends cock while
you're fucking me. Aren't you?" She said as she leaned forward and sucked
Louie's cock into her mouth.
"Yeah, I'll like it okay. Are you ready for the fuck of your life honey?"
Art asked as he pressed his member's head against her opening.
"Hmmmm... Yyeeessss." She answered as best she could with a mouth full of
cock.
"I can't wait any longer... Aaaaa... I need some pussy!" Art said and she
felt him push into her. She pushed back into him drawing him completely into
her, then she pressed her vaginal muscles around his shaft squeezing and
caressing his cock. . "Ohooo... Fuck... Yeah... Hot box mama..." He yelled
driving his hips into her ass before taking on a rhythm of pumping forward and
back.
He was fucking her harder now, his hips slapping hard against her
buttocks, and she couldn't help but feel the raw, carnal sexuality of what he
was doing to her. She found it difficult to keep her mouth sliding smoothly up
and down along Louie's cock with Art pounding into her from behind, the cock
would slip out of her mouth and she had to balance on one hand so she could
guide it back in, but after a little practice she got the hang of it and was
fucking and sucking with the best of them.
Louie reached between her arms and his hands slid up her body so he could
squash her breasts, his fingers squeezed and twisted through the soft, oozing
meat. She groaned in pleasure, her tits ached, feeling like utters on a milking
machine.
Her ass was humping back and forth under Art's power, his hands jerked
her back and his hips slammed her forward and she was grunting constantly now,
in time to his hard thrusts. Her eyes were closed and she sucked steadily and
passionately on the cock in her mouth and she felt her body humming with
pleasure and heat in spite of herself. Then, with one hand on her shoulder, Art
shifted his other hand down her belly, stroking roughly, and he slid his
fingers down between her legs. She felt a single finger pressing against the
top of her slit, pressing against her clitty, shoving it against his pistoning
cock. She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed across her clitoris
with terrible strength as his finger mashed it down. She gave a short muffled
cry, almost loosing the cock in her mouth and She shuddered, then groaned, her
chest locked tightly as her body blasted into the most powerful, massive orgasm
she had ever experienced. She arched up and gurgled helplessly, around the cock
in her mouth and became overwhelmed by the sheets of crackling sexual lightning
that tore through her quivering frame.
Louie intensified the squeezing and pinching of her soft flesh with
heated passion and she knew he was close to coming. She pulled her mouth off of
Louie's cock and started to jack him off vigorously with her hand and yelled.
"Ohoooo... Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me! I want to feel and taste your
hot cum! I want all of it! Aaaaaa... YES! Give it to me!".
Louie moaned. "Ohoooo... Aaaaaa..." and she quickly put her mouth over
his squirting member drinking down as much of his jizzum as she could, knowing
a lot of it escaped and landed around his balls and groin.
Art yelled, "Ungh, Ugh Aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK", as he sent a warm
liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel his sperm gushing up into her,
spraying into the depths of her belly. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it
bitch! Take my cum! I'm shooting' it up your cunt! I'm gonna drown you in my
juice!" He groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his balls up
inside her pussy. Her vagina squeezed and sucked on his cock, draining him dry
as he eased his frantic movements. He sighed and was still, his heat drained
along with his balls. He hugged her tightly for long moments, licking at the
side of her neck watching as she continued pumping her mouth over Louie's cock
hungrily drinking down his load.
After Louie finished coming Art pulled his cock out and rolled to the
side, letting Karen sink down on top of Louie's body as the flood inside her
vagina tickled down her ass onto the inside of her thighs.
Karen layed panting heavily, her head resting on Louie's mid-section for
several seconds before rolling off of him. She was amazed that she had
experienced such an intense orgasm given the situation, but accepted and even
enjoying it she remained still between the two men almost occupied with the
sexual satisfaction.
"I'm going to get some shut eye." Art said rolling onto his side. "You
just keep your sweet little behind between us honey. If you get up I'll beat
your ass good."
"I wanted to take a shower!" Karen argued.
"Fuck that!" Art answered. "Shower later! Right now I need some sleep!"
"Shit!" Karen commented disgustingly.
Karen turned onto her side knowing any farther argument would be
fruitless and decided she might as well get some rest herself.
It was perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later, Art's breathing was
steady and rhythmic in slumber and Karen was just at the twilight stage of
dozing when she was startled to alertness by something probing in-between her
legs from behind. It took her several seconds to realize the probing was from
Louie's cock attempting to enter her.
"Are you already looking for more Louie?" She asked turning her head over
her shoulder.
"Yeah." He answered quietly. "Can I have some?"
"Come on I'll help." She told him as she reached down between her legs
and taking his hot shaft in her hand she pressed it to just the right place,
hunching herself upward to aid his entrance into her vagina.
Once the head was past her nether lips he pushed forward stretching and
filling her more than ever before with his huge cock. "Ohooo..." She moaned.
"You are a big fella aren't you. Aaaa..."
He didn't answer her as the intruder made its way deeper and deeper into
her moist opening, and Karen pushed herself backward toward him as he began
moving in and out of her. He moved more quickly, hunching forward into her and
driving most of his length into her with each lunge. Karen stared at Art's
sleeping back, her mouth opened wide, amazed at the sensations flooding her.
The earlier orgasm she had experienced seemed to intensify her need for a
second one, she wanted to cum. She raised her hand toward her chest as she
became comfortable with the motion of their hunching bodies, still supporting
herself with her elbow she began pinching her nipples. She tightened and
released her vaginal muscles, stroking the huge shaft that slid between her
lips. Each time she fucked back at him the head of his huge cock would press
more firmly against her cervix, but she came to accept and enjoy the pounding
that he was giving her, wanting and even needing to feel him slamming against
the opening of her womb. Then, Karen felt an explosion within her that came
without warning. The force of it jerked her ass forward and back with such
force that she swore it would wake up Art. Her head pressed down hard into the
pillow, her elbow pressed upward, her breasts nipples tingled with excitement
from her finger tips and she felt him continue ramming into her sending every
nerve in her body to be charged at once, then the extreme pleasure of the
manhood within her was eclipsed by the eruption of orgasmic tremors which
coursed through her from head to foot. She shook, trembled, and was only barely
able to resist screaming out loud as wave after wave of pleasure exploded
within her. Then Louie grunted several times, "Uagg... Uagg... Uaggg...
Uaggg...," in rhythm with his jerking penis as it pumped load after load of hot
sperm into her writhing young body and he pulled her back against him hard,
releasing the flood from his balls.
She relaxed, and after a few minutes she felt Louie's cock soften and
finally slip out of her. "Hummm... You were really good Louie." She whispered
over her shoulder. "I really got off on your big cock."
"Aaaa... Oh... Aaa... Yeah thanks. You were good too. I liked it." He
whispered back seemingly to be at a loss for words. Nobody had ever told him he
was good at anything, and certainly never about fucking. But then mostly he
had only been with prostitutes.
Karen played sympathetic to his uneasiness and whispered. "I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you Louie. I just think a person should be told if their good at
something."
"Aaa.. Yeah. Well you're good too... Real good. And I mean real good.
I... I ain't never had no one like you before... Aaa... You know, someone I
ain't paid for and all. I think I'd like to marry somebody like you someday."
Louie confessed.
"Well isn't that sweet." She rolled onto her other side and gave Louie a
peck on the cheek. "Thank you Louie that's a very nice complement You really
know how to talk to a girl."
"Auaa gee... Not really. Your just easy to talk to is all." He was
obviously embarrassed again.
Karen propped herself up on one elbow and looking down at Louie she said.
"I've really got to take a pee. Do you think it'd be okay if I went to the
bathroom?"
"Aaa... I don't know. Art said you was to stay here." Louie reminded her.
"Come on Louie." She argued. "You don't want me to wet the bed do you?
How can it hurt? It'll just take me a second to take a leak. Besides Art's
sound asleep he'll never even know. I've really got to go bad."
"Well... I guess it'll be okay. But you hurry back I don't want Art
getting mad or nothing."
"Sure thing." She whispered giving him a kiss on the forehead as she
crawled over his body.
Once in the bathroom Karen lowered the toilet seat and relieved her
bladder. She didn't have much of a plan but it was her experience that most men
dozed off immediately after having sex. It seemed to her the male sleep gland
was closely related to the amount of cum in their balls. Full balls -- awake,
empty balls -- time to sleep. At least that was the way it seemed to her.
She soaked the towel she had cut up earlier in some warm water and
cleaned herself up. Her face, breasts, and all in-between her legs was covered
with sticky cum due to the little orgy she and the boy's had previously
experienced. She also wanted to give good old Louie some time to fall asleep.
If her empty ball's theory were correct Louie should be knocked out at any time
now.
She waited half expecting Louie to come looking for her, but after
fifteen minutes or so, and not hearing anything she cautiously stepped out of
the bathroom. She was pleasantly rewarded with finding both men fast asleep.
Louie had taken up an annoying snoring sound that was music to the girl's ears.
She quickly got dressed and was just about to leave when she remembered
the bag's of money. Carefully opening both bag's she discovered one of them
contained what looked like drugs and she left it behind. The other, full of
money she took with her.
It was full on dark outside as Karen hurried down the road. The bag was
heavy but it was the salvation she needed and worth the strain of carrying it.
She didn't want to take the car, not with a dead body in the trunk but, she did
regret forgetting the car key's. Well, it was to late now and she wouldn't
press her luck by returning. She didn't expect Art or Louie to wake up for
quite a while but, She'd make sure to walk where she couldn't be spotted from
the road just in case. She knew all to well, the dire consequences of Art
finding her now, after taking all his money.
She hummed to herself thinking she was assuredly the most expensive piece
of ass either of those boy's had ever laid.
CHAPTER SEVEN -- New woman
Art woke up a little before eleven p.m. He groggily threw his legs over
the side of the bed and rubbed sleep out of his eyes. Looking around he saw
Louie still asleep snoring away. It seemed something was missing, he wasn't
sure of what it was but... The girl! Karen where the fuck was the girl?
He ran to the bathroom and found it vacant. "Shit!" He told himself
running back to wake Louie.
"Louie get the fuck up!" He slapped Louie across the face. "Where the
fuck is the girl? Get the fuck up!"
Louie jumped upright, startled from the slap. "Waa... Huh...?" He mouthed
still half asleep.
"The girl! Where in the fuck is the girl?" Art was almost beside himself.
"The girl...?" It took Louie a few seconds to get the meaning of what Art
was asking. "Oh. The girl. Ain't she here?"
"No she ain't here! Look the fuck around and you'll see she ain't here.
Jesus Christ I can't count on you to do anything right!" Art was one of those
people that always needed someone else to blame.
"Aaaa... I didn't know I was supposed to watch her Art. You never said
nothing about watching her." Louie looked hurt.
"Yeah well..." Art wasn't exactly sure how Louie was at fault, but he was
sure he was none-the-less. "You should have waken up when she got out of the
fucking bed. Shit she was right in-between us."
Louie wasn't sure if Karen had ever gotten back into bed after he let her
go to the bathroom, but he knew better than to mention anything about that to
Art. "Gee... I don't know Art..."
"Shit! The car!" Art ran to the front window and looked out between the
drapes. "It's Okay. It's still there. Christ for a moment I thought the little
cunt took off with the car. Come on let's get dressed and find the bitch."
After both men had dressed Art said. "Grab the bag's and let's get after
her. No telling how far she's fucking gotten. We've got to dump that body too.
If that little whore goes to the police I don't want that body anywhere near
us."
When Louie went to get the bag's he noticed the one containing the money
was gone. He looked around but knew the girl must have taken it. "Aaa... Art."
He said with fear in his voice. He didn't like having to tell Art about the
bag. "The bag with the money ain't here."
"What!" Art spun around facing Louie.
"It's not here. It look's like she might have taken it with her." Louie
said solemnly.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Art yelled. "That little bitch whore. How in the fuck
did she even know about the money. Shit! I knew I should of iced her God damn
ass! Jesus Christ! Come on... I want my fucking money back!"
They got into the car and headed south toward the town of Silver Dollar
City.
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Karen entered the town of Silver Dollar City, Arkansas at around nine
thirty p.m. She took four hundred dollars worth of twenty's out of the black
bag and stuffed them into her jeans. She found a drug store open until ten and
purchased a luggage bag, hair brush, lipstick, tooth brush, tooth paste, eye
liner pencil, mascara, and purse.
In the alley next to the drug store she transferred the money from the
black satchel into the luggage bag, before tossing the satchel into the trash
bin. The other items she had just purchased along with what was left of the
four hundred she put into her new purse.
She knew she had to get out of Silver Dollar City, it would be the first
place Art and Louie would look for her, but she hadn't decided where she should
go yet. Her dilemma was almost the same as when she left home, a young girl out
on her own likely to be stopped by the police, only this time it was a girl
with a lot of money at least. One thing she needed to do was to buy some
clothes that made her look older, and maybe even get her hair styled in a older
fashion, but first she needed to eat something.
She found a all night diner and ordered a cheeseburger, fries and Coke.
When the waitress took her order she said. "How old are you honey? You know
there's a curfew for kid's under eighteen after ten at night."
"Yeah I know." Karen answered. "I'm over eighteen. I just look young is
all."
"I'll bet looking as young as you do feels like a curse now, but believe
me it'll be a blessing when you're my age." The waitress laughed.
"Yeah. I guess so." Karen smiled back.
When the waitress brought her order Karen asked. "Oh. Excuse me. Do you
happen to know the name of the town just south of here. You know the one just
down the highway."
"You must mean Blue Eye. It's about fifty miles down the road or so." The
waitress answered.
"Yes, that's it. Now I remember Blue Eye. Thank you." Karen plunged into
the cheeseburger like she hadn't eaten in day's, which she hadn't.
After she finished the burger Karen asked the waitress about a public
phone.
"Sorry." The waitress told her. "We don't have one in here. The closest
one is down by Mitchell's market. About three blocks from here."
"Oh. Darn." Karen replied disappointedly.
"Come on honey." The waitress said. "You can use the one back here. I'm
not supposed to let anybody use it.. but, hell there ain't nobody here. Come
on."
Karen got up and walked behind the counter to where a wall phone was
mounted. "Do you happen to have a phone book?" Karen asked.
"Yeah sure. Here." The waitress reached under the counter and handed
Karen a local phone book.
After locating the number for a local cab company Karen called and asked
to be picked up in front of the diner.
Karen had just finished her fries and Coke when the cab pulled up at the
curb. She reached into her purse and took out six twenty dollar bills and
placed them on the counter.
"Hey! Honey!" The waitress called after her as she was leaving. "Wait!
You left a lot of money on the counter here."
"I know.' Karen called over her shoulder. "Buy yourself something nice.
You deserve it. Bye." and she hurried out to the waiting cab.
"I... I... Wow... Thanks!" Was all the waitress could think to say.
Karen jumped into the back seat of the cab and the driver asked in a
heavy accent she couldn't recognize. "Vhere to?"
"Blue Eye." She answered.
"The town?" The cabby questioned looking over his shoulder at Karen.
"That be over sixty gosh darn miles. You sure you vant to yake a cab?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. My daddy gave me the money for cab fair. He felt I would
be safer going by cab." She answered matter-of-factly.
"Okey-dokey. You got um kit." And he pushed down on the timer flag then
pulled away from the curb.
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Art and Louie drove slowly looking carefully on both sides of the roadway
for any sign of Karen and their money. Not finding her on the road, after
arriving in Silver Dollar City they searched the bus depot, the one small
airport, which was closed, the train station and several all night diners.
Everything had come up empty.
"Well, we're fucked!" Art almost spat the word's out he was so angry.
"Yeah. I guess." Louie agreed.
"Christ! We've got to find a way to unload that dope. It'll bring a
sizable sum if we can find the right guy to sell it to. Problem is who the fuck
do we know in this area. And if we try to unload it back home Eddy will have
our nuts. Shit!" Art said mindfully.
"Aaaa... Art. What about that preacher guy?" Louie asked.
"What the fuck preacher guy?" Art couldn't understand how Louie could
jump from talking about selling drugs to a preacher.
"You know. That preacher the girl told us about. The healing guy." Louie
looked thoughtful.
"Yeah. So what the fuck about the preacher guy! You don't think that
little cunt still plans on going there do you? That's the last fucking place
we'll ever find her little money stealing ass!" Art was frustrated.
"No... No not for that Art. I just thought.. Well... Maybe... You know...
that preacher could heal you. You know. Make you well and all. Then the money
wouldn't be so important." Louie was much more concerned for his friend not
having the money to pay for a cure than he was over the loss of the money
itself.
"Holly fucking shit! You can't be serious! You don't really believe
there's such a thing as divine healing do you? How fucking dumb are you
anyway?" Art shook his head in bewilderment.
"Well... I don't know..." Louie was hurt by Art's words.
"But going down to that preacher guy may not be such a bad idea after
all." Art rubbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger of his good hand.
"Guy's like him usually draw a big out of town crowd and a lot of um are only
looking for way's to cash in. We just might be able to make a connection for
the drugs without having to worry about any local's. Hell it's worth a try."
"Yeah. It's worth a try." Louie agreed as always.
"Tomorrow we'll find out where in the fuck this preacher is at and pay
him a visit." Art said starting up the car.
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It was just past one in the morning that the cab Karen was in arrived at
Blue Eye. "Okay. Ve're here." The cabby talked loud enough to wake Karen, who
had fallen asleep ten minutes outside of Sliver Dollar City. "Vere to now?" He
asked.
"Oh... Aaaa... The bus station. My dad is supposed to meet me there. Do
you know where that is?' Karen was still groggy.
"Yau sure. Be there in a flash ah." He turned sharply to the left
obviously heading into the main part of town.
"Here ya be kit." The cabby said pulling over in front of a small Gray
Hound bus station.
"Thanks." Karen said reading the large amount displayed on the cab's
meter. She took enough money out of her purse to cover the fair and included a
sixty dollar tip. "Here." She handed the money over the seat to the driver.
"You bechum Kit. Thank you." He said looking over the money she had
handed him.
Karen carried her bag into the well lighted bus station and sat down. She
would have to wait until morning before making any real plans, but waiting in
bus stations was something she had grown accustomed to.
Karen spent the rest of the night dozing off and on while seated on the
unconfortable hardwood bench inside the Bus station. At around seven in the
morning a few people began wandering in and she went in search of something to
eat. Finding a small diner a few blocks down from the bus station she enjoyed a
leisurely breakfast.
She spent the next two hours window shopping while she waited for the
retail stores to open at nine, then the next couple of hour's she spent doing
something she had never done before, clothes shopping in one of the more
exclusive department stores in Blue Eye.
She found the new experience of trying on dresses, slacks, blouses, and
skirts in the fitting room very enjoyable. After making her selections, clothes
that should make her look older, she accessorized with nylons, panty hose,
slips, and underwear, including some bra's, it just wouldn't do to have her
nipples so plainly outlined under her clothing every time it got cold out.
After purchasing an expensive suitcase to store the new clothes, she
made an appointment at a hair salon. She used the time waiting for her
appointment by getting a manicure and nail polish. When the stylist was ready
for her, Karen requested her hair be cut and styled like that of Gillian
Anderson, the star of the television series "The X-Files", a particularly
favorite program of hers and one apparently so popular the stylist indicated
she'd had several similar requests in the past.
After the hair make over Karen used the salon bathroom to change clothes
and apply some facial makeup. She almost bounded out of the bathroom with a
youthful, athletic energy. Dressed in slim, black slacks, a colorful Versace
blouse, and a well-tailored Richard Tyler blazer, she looked more like a runway
model than the run-away kid, which she was. The complete package came across as
sensuous and brooding, just the look she had attempted to achieve. As she
moved, her new fashionably cut hair moved with her, as if she was always
walking into the wind.
The entire company of women in the salon were stunned to silence when
Karen emerged from the bathroom. The stylist that had cut Karen's hair stepped
away from the patron she was currently servicing and walked up to Karen. "My
God honey!" She said with admiration. "You look great! If I had known, I would
have taken a before and after picture to hang on my mirror. If women even
thought they could look half as good as you do after coming in here, I'd triple
my business. You really look sharp!"
"Thank you." Karen blushed. "I owe it all to your great hair styling
skills."
As Karen left the salon she heard two of the patron's request hair style
changes to the one 'that girl' has, referring to Karen. She smiled to herself
thinking having money was great.
She walked back to the bus station and rented a locker to store her
suitcase and luggage bag then located a jewelry store and purchased an
expensive wrist watch, diamond pendant mounted on a gold chain, and a six
thousand dollar wedding-engagement band set.
After retrieving her luggage she called a taxi from the bus station and
had the driver take her to the most expensive hotel in Blue Eye.
She turned the heads on most of the men in the hotel as she walked across
the lobby toward the front desk. Her large, brown eyes sparkled in the
reflection of the crystal chandelier above as she scanned the room. She felt
better about herself than she ever had. It wasn't the raw sex these men that
watched her walk by wanted from her, it was something more, it was allure,
charm, mystery, the woman herself. She didn't kid herself, it was obvious they
all wanted to bed her, but not like it had been in the past, just pussy. She
felt like a woman, and she liked the feeling.
"Room please." She told the desk clerk, with Donald embossed on his name
tag, in her most sophisticated voice.
"Name please." He asked unable to take his eyes off her, and fumbled with
his hands under the counter bringing up a record book.
"Hmm... I'm afraid I don't have a reservation Donald. My stop in Blue Eye
was... How should I say... Umm... unscheduled. I dearly hope that's not to
terribly inconvenient for you." She smiled warmly at him tilting her head
slightly to one side.
"Aaa... No. I'm sure we can arrange something." He smiled back feeling
self important. "If you'll just sign the guest register Miss..."
"Mrs. Mrs. Veronica Valentine." She boldly signed the name in the
register.
"Thank you." He said after she finished writing. "May I put the room on
your credit card?"
Karen chuckled pleasantly. "I find credit cards can be so... so
revealing. There are times I prefer to deal in cash. I'm sure you understand."
She smiled again, this time seductively.
"The hotel really requires a credit card Mrs. Valentine. I'm sorry." He
looked genuinely disappointed.
"Oh I fully understand." Karen pursed her lips captivatingly as she
reached into her handbag. "Perhaps you'd be so kind to secure this in the hotel
safe for me. Just to insure I don't walk away with any of the hotel's towels or
linens or anything." She placed ten thousand dollars on the counter.
"Aaaa... That isn't the reason Mrs. Valentine. It's... Well. Never mind.
I'd be more than happy to put this in the safe for you." He said picking up the
money. He filled out a receipt after counting the hundred dollar bills then
handed it to Karen before ringing a small bell sitting on the counter.
After several seconds a bell-hop walked up and the desk clerk handed him
a key. "Please show Mrs. Valentine to room six thirty three." Then to Karen he
said. "If there's anything you require please don't hesitate to notify the
front desk. Enjoy your stay at the Baltimore."
"Thank you Donald. I'm confident I will." She gave him a seductive wink.
"Oh. I'll carry the small bag. Thank you." She said to the bell-hop. The
bell-hop nodded and picked up her suitcase leaving the luggage bag for her.
"This way miss." The bell-hop said holding his open palm toward the
elevators.
Karen lay reclined in a hot tub of water in the luxurious hotel room. The
scented water felt luscious on her naked body, caressing every curve, melting
away past stress and hardships. She was enjoying her new found maturity and
wealth and only casually contemplated her next move. With the money had come
freedom... With the new hair style and makeup had come maturity. She could do
anything or go anywhere she wanted. A feeling of mastery over her life had also
come with the money. And that mastery insured the next time a man had her it
would be on her terms. It would be because she wanted it, and not for any other
reason. She would dominate. She would control. She would demand. She would
require a minimum of an hour's foreplay, then and only then would she even
consider allowing him any satisfaction.
After bathing she sat with nothing other than a bath towel wrapped around
her body. She hadn't thought to purchase a bathrobe, something she would most
certainly do later on. She lit a cigarette and drew in heavily on the tobacco
filling her lungs, then exhaled sending a plume of smoke into the air. Out of
curiosity more than anything else Karen picked up the phone and rang the front
desk.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Valentine, front desk, how may I help you?" The
phone voice she recognized as Donald asked.
"Yes, Good afternoon. Would you kindly have a bottle of you're best
Chardonnay and a bowl of fresh fruit sent up to my room please." She told the
voice.
"Certainly Mrs. Valentine. I'll send it straight away."
"Thank you Donald." She hung up.
About twenty minutes later there was a faint knock on the door.
"Restaurant room service." A voice called through the closed door.
Karen checked the towel covering her as she went to open the door.
"Good afternoon ma'am," the waiter said, as he rolled in a cart. "It
looks like it's going to be a beautiful evening." He smiled as he opened the
lid of a silver tray revealing fresh cut cantaloupe, strawberries, grapes,
apples and orange slices. If he had taken notice of Karen, dressed only in a
towel he gave no indication of it and mechanically transferred the silver tray,
and ice filled bucket with the wine bottle onto the top of the chiffonier.
Turning slightly to his left so he could look at Karen he asked. "May I open
the wine ma'am?"
"Yes. Please." Karen smiled up at him pleasantly.
He pulled the bottle from the ice then withdrawing a folded corkscrew
from his pocked he expertly cut around the seal before withdrawing the cork. He
carefully filled about a third of a wine glass and handed it to Karen before
replacing the bottle in ice.
He waited expectantly for Karen to take a sip of the wine.
Karen realizing what he was waiting for, took a small sip then nodded her
head. "Is there anything better than a fine wine?" She asked the waiter not
expecting a response. "It always reminds me of romantic dinners."
"It always reminds me of my poor head the day after." The waiter joked,
as he moved toward the door. If that will be all ma'am..." He left the sentence
trailing.
"Yes. Thank you." Karen said.
He was turning the knob on the door when Karen suddenly remembered she
should tip him. "Oh! Wait!" Karen called out as she jumped to her feet moving
toward her purse in the bedroom. The bath towel unraveled at the top of her
breasts momentarily exposing her before she managed to catch it. This time the
waiter took notice. His eyes widened and he stood all but frozen following
Karen with his eyes as she quickly disappeared into the bedroom.
When Karen returned she had re-established the bath towel and was
clutching a twenty dollar bill in her hand. "Here." She smiled holding the bill
out to the waiter. "Thank you."
The waiter took the bill then said. "It should be I thanking you." He
nodded then left the room.
"Au what the hell... Cheap thrill." Karen said to herself picking up the
wine glass and taking another sip.
She relaxed eating grapes and sipping wine considering where she should
go. She had rejected the places that first came to mind, southern California,
New York, Boston... they all seemed so... so pedestrian. She wasn't sure if
some form of identification was required or not to take a plane to Hawaii, but
it made the top of her list. Then a thought struck her, of all the places she
could go, she felt an adrenaline rush thinking about carrying through with her
original plan of finding the preacher. The excitement about that plan was the
fact that she had told Art about going there. Would he remember? If he did she
didn't think he or Louie could recognize her, not with her new look, and what a
melodrama thrill it would be to see those two pitiful loser's, but this time
with her in full control. Yes. That was exactly what she would do before going
to Hawaii. Just the thought titillated her.
CHAPTER EIGHT -- Collections
The sextet of gospel singers had just finished singing a stirring
rendition of "Are you walking with Jesus?"... then for exactly two seconds all
lighting was extinguished, plunging the entire area into total darkness. After
the two seconds of pitch blackness, colored floodlights came on one at a time,
illuminating three foot diameter circles in radiant red's, blues and greens.
The reverend Earnest Bishop bound from behind floor to ceiling dark purple
velvet drapes onto the makeshift dais, his entrance had been precisely arranged
and rehearsed to insure maximum impact on the large crowd seated inside the
huge tent. He was impressive with his tall slender frame of six foot six
inches, draped in a long flowing black silk robe as he took drawn-out,
accentuated strides across the wooden platform toward the pulpit.
"I WALK WITH JESUS!" He bellowed out in his deep resounding voice now
made even more imposing than normal as it boomed out from the several six foot
tall strategically arranged speakers through out the tent.
"YES! I WALK WITH JESUS!" The speakers rang out once again, then just as
his last stride carried him to the pulpit he cried out. "AND I ABRADE WITH
JESUS!" then he performed a well rehearsed movement and dropped down behind the
lectern, seeming to vanish just before all lighting was extinguished once
again. It remained dark for only a second, but in that second of blackness
Earnest Bishop stood up and stretched his arms out wide. A single white
spotlight blazed upward and focused across his still body flooding him from
behind at a forty five degree angle thereby casting a sixty foot high shadow
across the tent's far wall and ceiling in the form of a cross. Inspirational
music roared from the speakers for several seconds then slowly faded into the
background. "AND, I STAND IN THE LIGHT OF OUR LORD!" Bishop's voice boomed
while his body remained frozen in time. "COME! COME STAND WITH ME IN THE
BRIGHTNESS OF THE LORD!" His arm's moved with a gestured conveying he wished
the entire parish to rise up onto their feet, and they stood, and cheered out
in joy as white light after white light turned on flooding the tent with
illumination and the inspirational music blasted out once again, yet even its
volume was unable to drown out the roar and clamor of good will and gladness
vocalize by the throng of parishioners.
"Dear Sisters and Brothers in Christ..." Bishop yelled over the crowd and
music. "The joy of our being together in the presence of our loving savior
brings us peace and blessedness. Sit... Sit... stand not in the light of the
lord lest ye be he who is cleansed of all forsakeness. Sit please." His hand
gestures bided them to be seated, and they did, and the crowd noise dwindled
down to nothingness as did the music.
"I urge you." Bishop waved his arm across the gathering. "Do not take
this matter of salvation lightly, there is too much at stake for your soul. I
invite you to pause and reflect on the wrath of our Lord God's sword of light
upon the wicked!"
"For thus saith the Lord God," Bishop yelled out. "The barrel of meal
shall not waste, neither shall the cruse of oil fail, until the day that the
Lord sendeth rain upon the earth."
"Come now, and let us reason together... saith the Lord: though your sins
be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson,
they shall be as wool. If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of
the land, but if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for
the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it." He paused momentarily looking out over
the flock's faces.
He took on a much more subdued tone of voice when he continued. "Only
through unselfish giving and loving are we able to tether the sword of light.
Material things are but the blink of an eye upon the calendar of eternity.
Competition is ingrained into our society and has taught us winners are the
ones with the most material things... I say to you NO! Tis not so. This
competition has only drawn us apart. Think how little we cooperate with each
other and how competitiveness is creating more losers than winners. Only
through the unselfish sharing of your soul... your goods... your body... can
there be room for God!"
"Amen!" A voice rang out. "Amen!" Called another, and another, until
cries of "Amen!" could be heard throughout the crowd.
Bishop waited until the company quieted down before continuing. "Allow
me, if you will to recount a story of brother Michael Hyde. Brother Michael's
work of preaching the gospel had inspired him to travel to France and render
the Lord's work at a L'Arche community in Paris. One of his tasks at the
L'Arche was to train a developmentally disabled young man named Claude for the
100 meter sprint in a upcoming Special Olympics. Claude was a strong runner,
but never ran in a straight line. One day, brother Michael became exasperated
with Claude and told him clearly that if he did not run in a straight line his
friend John would win the gold medal. In response, Claude replied with great
delight 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if John won the gold metal?'" He paused. "Now
doesn't Claude's words take us by surprise? They are so non-competitive, so
naive, and so unrealistic and yet so beautiful. In fact, they are in tune with
Jesus' words in today's gospel about God hiding things from the wise and
revealing them to little ones. Claude's ingenuous and generous response sets us
up to listen more carefully to all that Jesus says to us today."
Another chorus of "Amen!" filled the tent.
Bishop held up his hands for silence. "Most of us would rather not be
thought of as naive and unrealistic. But being a follower of Jesus exposes us
to that very criticism. To stand in the Lords light is to experience being
dismissed and written off as unreal or naive. You will be reminded of the real
world not functioning this way anytime time you discuss topics such as Jesus'
sayings about the poor, or his words to the rich young man or Jesus' advice
about giving away one's cloak. Anyone who follows Jesus and takes his words
seriously has the same experience. It takes faith and courage to hold the line,
especially when it means being written off, or laughed at. Following Jesus can
often seem 'difficult' and 'heavy'... ... but now let's go back to our story of
Claude... On the day of the Special Olympics, Claude, as expected ran off the
track and failed to cross the 100 meter finish line. Needless to say he did not
metal. But later in the day, quite unscheduled Claude wandered over to the shot
put area. He took a throw and unexpectedly ended up winning the gold metal for
shot put. Immediately, with delight, Claude rushed to give the metal to his
friend John. Claude was in no way pretentious about being first or best. He
showed only a marvelous delight in being able to give a gift to a friend. His
behavior was a heart warming mix of spontaneity, humility and joy."
After several seconds of silence Bishop sprang to the edge of the stage
and pointed at several individuals throughout the crowd. "YOU! and YOU! and
YOU! Divest yourself of Satan's robes. Like Claude you to can offer a gift to a
friend. This ministry is unable to extend the Lords gospel to our friends
throughout the world without your help. Remember Jesus' words that it is not a
kingdom of triumph and gold, but one where the King rides a donkey. It's not a
kingdom of winners and losers, but a kingdom of peace and giving. Where the joy
is meant for all. When the basket arrives give of your heart... without giving
we are lost. The word of this ministry must reach the forlorn... must reach the
lost... You... only you have the power of love and faith to make a difference."
Ushers moved among the gathering distributing wicker offering baskets at
the end of each aisle. The baskets were passed from person to person, each in
turn placed some money into it, then were collected by an usher at the opposite
end of the pew.
As the baskets moved through the crowd Bishop said. "If we know and
believe in God's love, it's not because we are wiser or more intelligent than
others. It's because of God's pure gift, the faith we've received and by our
giving. Jesus makes clear that he, the Son, has been entrusted by the Father
with revealing to us the mysteries of God's love. And when we find God's words
burdensome, then he, Jesus, can make our burden light. We need to treasure the
Lord's invitation. 'Come to me, all you who are weary'. If we are burdened
down, he promises to give us rest."
Dramatically Bishop said. "Let's renew our response to Jesus' invitation
to learn for him in prayer." The conjugation's head's bowed in silent prayer,
then after several seconds Bishop said. "Lord, lead me to those you would have
me mentor. In Jesus' name. Amen.", and the singers took up the hymn. "Lead me
to Jesus."
During the hymn Bishop looked out on the assemblage. Among Bishop's
numerous uniquely notable abilities was the ability to instantly identify
anyone new to one of his sermons, even though the tent legally accommodated
three hundred people at a time, and his ability to detect if a man or woman
already belonged to his dark master.
Without delay he located three people that had never attended before, two
men and one woman. The two men, one short and thin the other larger and heavier
than the first stood in the back next to the ever present representation of the
local sheriff and fire departments. Local law enforcement had viewed his
ministry with suspicion and to this day remained ever vigilant for any excuse
to run him out of town. So far they had been unsuccessful in finding any
impropriety with the religious order, including any fraud on his part
associated with faith healing's and Bishop knew even they, the most skeptical,
were beginning to believe. The woman was young, attractive, and very smartly
dressed. She sat at the end of pew twenty row's back from the stage, and he had
taken notice that when she was presented an offering basket she had given a
great deal of money. His un-consecrated power told him the two men standing in
the back had already given their soul's to the master. The young woman on the
other hand was currently indefinite, and was certainly suitable for collection
in the future, especially being as attractive as she was, but that same power
told him she could be dangerous. She was a sensitive, and they could be
trouble.
His attention turned toward more current collection matters, a smaller
assemblage of families seated together in the first two rows of pews and he
smiled to himself. This particular group of people Bishop considered his
'special' following. He had been holding private worship sessions over the past
four months and had gathered together this 'special' collection of men, women
and children that now numbered fifteen separate households. The extra time and
energy he had taken with these members had been well spent. They were
completely obedient and compliant to his religious cause, but even more
importantly, they believed in the Reverend Earnest Bishop absolutely. He was
considered by them to be the absolute word of God. He was their only salvation,
and only through his leadership could they find true peace. It was this group
that had dedicated themselves to his cause. They worked tirelessly to bring new
sheep to the ministry. They organized fund raisers. They ushered the Sunday
night sermon's, and they would do anything he asked of them. Bishop reveled in
his power over them. That power and control was his life's blood, secondary
only to the true enterprise of the ministry itself, that of soul acquisition.
His ministry had only been in this town a little over six months, but
after the first two or three months he had become very influential within the
community. All the local newspapers, radio and television stations covered his
ministry's work, especially the faith healing for which they could offer no
answers or explanations for its success.
His gaze shifted farther across the sanguine face's of his special
followers, then came to repose on the exquisite features of Elizabeth Campbell.
Elizabeth was tall and perfectly proportioned, with endlessly long legs and
flawless ivory skin. She had long, silky black hair that framed a gorgeous face
with a narrow, aristocratic nose, sharp, piercing brown eyes, and full
seductive lips. Her breasts were large, but not overly so, not enough to make
her seem busty. She had a narrow waist, flaring hips, and a nice, tight ass. At
twenty six she moved with a flowing grace that other women twice her age
envied. She had a perfect smile which, with the slightest movement of her eyes
could change from conveying amusement to scorn, and Bishop wanted her. He had
wanted her from the very first time he had seen her six months ago when she and
her husband Robert had come to attend one of his sermons.
Elizabeth and Robert had turned to Christ for help in their time of
need. Robert had lost his well paying job as foreman at the Tri-City steel mill
after it closed the doors and shut down. The closing of the mill had a
devastating effect on the entire community, having been the employer of more
than fifty percent of the towns population, but was particularly difficult for
Richard and Elizabeth because they had recently purchased an expensive new home
after his last promotion and then shortly afterward learned Richard's mother
had been diagnosed with a debilitating ailment requiring twenty four hour
nursing care.
Robert was unable to find employment at even half his previous salary, he
couldn't afford nursing care for his mother any longer and that difficult task
fell to him and Elisabeth, the township real estate market dropped to an all
time low with the mill's closure making their home un-sellable and they fell
behind on the mortgage. They both became obsessively depressed and their
marriage began to fall apart then by chance they found the Reverend Earnest
Bishop in their search for God.
Bishop had immediately recognized a selfish opportunity for himself after
talking to the couple and had used his influence in the community to get their
home refinanced, find employment for Richard, and even supply a church member
retired nurse to help with the care of Richard's ailing mother.
The Campbell's were only one of several member families he had helped out
since he had arrived, and he had worked tirelessly preparing his 'special'
flock for the shearing, and the lovely Mrs. Elisabeth Campbell was well over
due in the offering of her soul. Yes, he had taken his time, but finally he
could harvest this latest grain of human crop. He had been patient long enough
with this woman. He hadn't taken nearly as much time with some of the others,
but she would be worth it.
The hymn came to a close and he tore his lustful eyes and mind away from
the attractive young woman and approached the edge of the stage.
His voice was relaxed and reserved when he said. "I recite from Luke
chapter eighteen, thirty five through forty three, As Jesus approached Jericho,
a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard the crowd going
by, he asked what was happening. They told him, Jesus of Nazareth is passing
by. He called out, Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me! Those who led the way
rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, Son of
David, have mercy on me! Jesus stopped and ordered the man brought to him. When
he came near, Jesus asked him, What do you want me to do for you?... Lord, I
want to see, he replied. Jesus said to him, receive your sight; your faith has
healed you. Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus, praising God.
When all the people saw it, they also praised God."
He paused momentarily before continuing. "The blind man forgot all about
pride and desperately cried out to the Lord. Are you like the blind man? Do you
display you need fixing? You need to ask Jesus, without being pridefull or
shamed."
Then his voice took on a commanding deep loud resonate tone. "I... the
tool of the Master Mechanic Jesus, will be the wrench that can repair your body
and soul... Come... COME TO ME!"
Several people made their way to the forefront of the stage forming a
line, some requiring the aid of a family member, crutches or wheelchair. The
Reverend Earnest Bishop stepped off the stage and placed his hands on or around
each afflicted individual one at a time, taking several minutes with each, to
gain an understanding of their misfortune, then calling forth the help of Jesus
and the Holly spirit they seemingly became sound, free from physical pain and
original affliction. Each 'healing' was received with cries of joy and
emotional tears of faith by both recipient and the entire on looking crowd,
driving the noise level inside the tent to a almost ear shattering pitch.
Little did they know the healing came from a place much darker and sinister
than the heavenly brightness of the Lord's domain.
After ten or twelve such divine 'healings' Bishop, now covered head to
foot with perspiration held his palms upward and indicated that the strain was
becoming much to difficult to continue, and that the healing had come to an end
for that evening.
After the healing ceremony the sheriff's deputy was amazed again for the
hundredth time. At first he had assumed Bishop was a fraud and he had planned
to discredit him, but now, four months later, he just wasn't all that sure. He
was personally familiar with several of the people Bishop had 'healed' and they
appeared to indeed be genuinely healed. He didn't have any explanation for the
cure's other than faith, so he just waited and watched and made sure that only
the legal number of followers were allowed access inside the tent at any given
time, for fire and safety purposes. As news of Bishop's healing abilities got
around, more and more people, from hundreds of miles around wanted in. His job
had now become one of crowd control more than anything else.
The congregation slowly dispersed through the large tent opening with
most of the attendance feeling more content than when they had entered. The
last group to leave were the 'special' band of followers and Bishop addressed
them individually thanking each for their continued help and support. When he
got around to the Campbell's he asked Elizabeth if she could stop by the
following evening at around seven to discuss a special need of the church that
she might be able to fill. Elizabeth was overcome with self-importance that he
had thought of her and she agreed at once.
After everyone had left Bishop counted and stacked that night's liberal
donations, including five thousand dollars bundled together and given by the
attractive young woman, while he contemplated how well everything was going and
how unimportant the money really was.
CHAPTER NINE -- Female bonding
Art and Louie had arrived in the small town of McNeil Arkansas on Friday,
two day's prior to the reverend Earnest Bishop weekly Sunday sermon. They
discovered the reverend held service inside a large tent set up a few miles
outside of town at a place called Magnesia Springs. As it turned out they also
found it was impossible to get any lodging in McNeil at any price. Bishop had
become such a big deal all bed's had been previously rented well in advance by
people hopeful of gaining access to one of Bishop's sermons.
On Sunday Art and Louie drove to Magnesia Springs about an hour before
services were to begin. The place was more of a mad house than even McNeil had
been, finding a parking space was near to impossible, masses of people were
congregated outside the tent, pushing and shoving one other in order to gain a
spot in line that would guarantee them a place inside. Only a limited number of
people were allowed inside due to fire and safety regulation, and that number
was carefully monitored by local fire and police personnel, all others were
forced remain outside or go home.
Having arrived only an hour early there was not a prayer in hell that Art
or Louie could gain entrance in any normal civilized fashion, so Art directed
Louie to push two men into each other causing a mild ruckus to break out, then
when the Sheriff went to investigate both he and Louie slipped into the tent
followed by some loud yelling of protest by the few people that noticed them
sneaking in. Once inside it was easy to blend into the crowd when the place
started filling up. They stood at the back of the tent during the entire
sermon, Art noticed occasional curious sideways glances from the sheriff
standing a few people away from them, but the officer didn't question them.
At one point during the sermon Art almost split a gut when Bishop related
a stupid story about some retard frog kid with the name of Claude. Jesus
Christ. What these fucking people wouldn't fall for he thought to himself, but
the rest was impressive. Bishop had some kind of spell he seemed to cast over
the crowed. It was almost as if they were mesmerized by his voice and stature
alone, regardless of the content of his words. Bishop's ability to spellbind a
crowd even effected Art for most of the religious discourse.
When the revival ended Art and Louie pushed their way through the
uplifted crowd finally making it out of the tent. Art commented to Louie as
they skirted through the throng of people in the parking lot. "That sucker
really puts on a show, don't he?" Art had been impressed by the reverend
Bishop, but he didn't want Louie to know, that could be interpreted as a sign
of weakness.
"Yeah." Louie answered. "I ain't never seen nothing like that before. Man
he was really something. At first I couldn't understand all those people trying
to get in, but after hearing him I can sure see why they wanted to."
"Well I guess we had to see it once anyway, but our business is with
unloading the shit not with finding religion." Art looked around at the people
they passed. "I may have been mistaken though, none of these hicks look like
perspective dealers."
"Ya know Art..." Louie paused as if he had to force himself to continue.
"Ah... That healing shit looked real to me man, maybe you should..."
"Should what Louie!" Art cut him off. "Have him heal my junkie ass. I
ain't buying none of that religious crap. It's all bull shit man, for losers."
"How could it hurt Art? Ya ain't got nothing to lose. Why not just try?
Huh?" Louie commented trying to sound tough.
"I'm not going to have any fucking peace around here until I see it your
way. Am I? I'll think about it. Okay! Now drop it!" Art's voice took on a more
serious tone when he continued. "I've been thinking, maybe we should head over
to Little Rock, I heard both the Crypt's and Blood's have taken root there, we
should be able to deal with one or the other of um."
"Yeah. Okay, but you ain't forgetting about... You know... what you're
thinking about." Louie didn't want Art to forget, it was important to him.
"Fuck! I told you I'd think about it. What the fuck else do you want me
to do! Shit!" Art threw up his hands in frustration.
"I want you to think about it Art. That's all. Just think about it."
Louie ignored Art's angry tone.
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Karen had arrive in the town of McNeil several day's before Art and
Louie. Like them she couldn't find any lodging either and was forced to stay at
a hotel several mile's away in a larger town called Fayetteville. She made one
attempt at renting a car through the hotel she was staying at, but when they
insisted on seeing a drivers license she declined, knowing once they saw her
real age they wouldn't rent to her anyway.
She had heard how difficult it was to gain entrance to one of reverend
Bishop's sermons so she took a cab to Magnesia Springs early Sunday afternoon.
Even at that early hour the area outside the tent was bustling with people, but
she didn't see any sign of her old friends and lovers, Art and Louie. As the
afternoon wore on Karen made light conversation with several women chatting
about nothing in particular, but finding all conversations eventually turned to
religion and how wonderful the reverend Bishop was. Karen did make sure
somewhere in each conversation she brought up how she planned on giving a
sizable donation to the church, hoping that might somehow help get her inside
easier.
The mention of a donation did have its effect. Late in the afternoon
Karen was approached by a nice looking woman in her early to mid twenties.
"Hi." The woman greeted Karen. "I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Campbell. I don't mean
to bother you but Linda..." She turned and pointed out a woman Karen had talked
to earlier in the day. "... That's her over there, the one wearing the green
dress. Well anyway, Linda said you had mentioned something about making a
donation to the church, believe me we could use it. Sam Peters... He's one of
the original members... Well, Sam has been talking to Pastor Bishop about
putting up a real church, you can see how we've already outgrown this tent, so
anything you share will be put to the best of use I can assure you."
Karen immediately got the sense that this Elizabeth was a virtuous true
to the heart believer. She had a genuine smile that radiated warmth and made
Karen feel good. Karen had heard of people like Elisabeth before, people other
people liked being around, and Karen found that she instantly liked this
Elisabeth Campbell. Karen returned the smile. "Hi Elisabeth. I'm Karen. And
you're right. I do intend on making a donation, but I must be perfectly honest
with you. I made sure everyone around here knew about the donation. I was
hoping it could help get me inside. Was that being overly devious?"
Elisabeth laughed affectionately. "No not at all. You must have heard how
popular and worshipped the reverend is." Then her voice took on a more serious
tone. "That popularity doesn't come without its problems, but let me tell you
the peace and salvation you get is more than worth it. You only have to listen
to him once to understand the true meaning of love."
"You sound hooked." Karen teasingly replied.
"I know you're joking, but its more than just hooked. It's a way of
life... and a way of living. Before reverend Bishop I wasn't really living. I
was just surviving." She took Karen's hand then continued. "You've just got to
hear him Karen. You'll feel so... so... It's difficult to describe. But It's
like all your life you were missing something but you didn't even know it was
missing, then suddenly you've found it and you wonder how you could have
possibly lived without it. I guess the best way to describe it is that,
salvation is total and complete self freedom. I don't know, its an inter peace
and love thing like nothing else in this world." She paused momentarily feeling
a little embarrassed. "Heavens, listen to me ramble on. Believe me I'm not some
religious fanatic that goes around trying to convert everyone. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I didn't take it that way." Karen squeezed
Elisabeth's hand. "Your just happy. I'm delighted for you Elisabeth. Everyone
should feel like you do."
"Everyone can." Elisabeth answered. "Just give yourself to the Lord and
reverend Bishop. I'll tell you Karen, if the reverend told me the lord wanted
me to jump off a cliff, I'd do it. That's how much I believe." Then she added.
"You will too. After you hear him. Just wait."
"Speaking of that. What do you think my chances of getting in are?" Karen
asked.
"Well," Elisabeth answered. "I don't want to sound overly arrogant, I
sure don't mean it that way, but there are a few of us, my husband Richard and
I included, that the reverend has honored to help out with the ministry. We get
in through a side entrance. I'll see to it you get in with us. Okay?"
"Okay, but you won't get into any trouble will you? I certainly don't
want that." Karen was honestly concerned, knowing how important this church was
to Elisabeth.
"Oh no." Elisabeth answered. "It'll be fine. Several of the members have
done the same thing in the past for other special friends."
"Why thank you for considering me a friend." Karen said with all
sincerity. She somehow knew Elisabeth had not considered the promised donation
when making the offer. "You know, it's been a long time since I've had another
woman to talk with. I didn't realize it, but I've missed that."
"I know. We're all so busy with our daily lives, we don't take the time
to talk to one other anymore. It's a shame really." Elisabeth commented.
"Yeah I guess." Karen replied thinking about her past screwed up life.
"Hey. You know Richard and I are going out to dinner after the service.
If you're not busy why not join us. Richard wouldn't mind and I sure would like
the company." Elisabeth asked.
"I don't know..." Karen answered while thinking she might really enjoy
having dinner with someone for a change, but she didn't want to intrude. "... I
wouldn't want to impose, besides I'm staying all the way out in Fayetteville,
and I'd have to catch a cab to the hotel to change clothes and..."
"Believe me you wouldn't be imposing." Elisabeth insisted cutting Karen's
words off. "And we'd be more than happy to drive you to your hotel. We could
have dinner in Fayetteville. I haven't eaten there in a long time. Come on.
It'll be fun. I know I'd enjoy it."
"Well... Okay. If you're sure I won't be in the way." Karen agreed.
"I'm sure. Richard's normal dinner conversation could bore a bookkeeper.
Some intelligent conversation at the dinner table will be very refreshing."
Elisabeth said smiling. "You just wait in the tent after the service. I'll come
find you. Okay?"
"Okay." Karen said agreeably.
Karen was as impressed with reverend Bishop as Elisabeth had promised.
The man had a captivating tranquil effect on her she had never experienced
before. She could have listened to him for hours without becoming bored or
impatient, and when the collection basket was handed to her she willingly
deposited the bundled up five thousand dollars into it without a second
thought. It wasn't until Bishop looked directly at her that she felt or sensed
something laying underneath his captivatingly pleasant demeanor. That feeling
only lasted a second but in that second Karen perceived the most darkest evil
imaginable. She almost got up and ran from the tent screaming, the feeling of
vulgar corruption was so strong, then as quickly as it had come it passed, and
Karen managed to remain seated, although it took a while to compose herself.
After the sermon Karen was still visibly upset when Elisabeth came
excitably running up to her. "Karen! The most wonderful thing..." She stopped
in mid sentence after noticing Karen's disposition. "Karen! What's wrong? You
look white as a ghost."
"I don't know." Karen answered honestly. "I got this feeling earlier... I
don't know. It was horrible. I've never felt anything like it before. I just
can't seem to get it out of my mind. It was like... like looking into the soul
of Satan himself. Does that make any sense?"
"Oh. You poor thing." Elisabeth comforted Karen putting her arm around
her shoulder. "I can't imagine. Is it gone now?"
"Yeah." Karen answered. "It's gone now, but I'll never forget it." She
felt a little better having talked to Elisabeth and the feeling was much less
memorable than a few seconds before. "I'm sorry. I'm just being silly I guess.
So what were you all excited about anyway?"
"Are you sure you're all right?" Elisabeth's face reflected concern.
"I'm fine now, honest." Karen assured her smiling. "So tell me. What's
the excitement?"
"I almost can't believe it!" Excitement had reclaimed her voice. "After
the service, reverend Bishop himself came up to me personally and requested my
help. I was almost speechless. He want's to see me tomorrow night at around
seven. Isn't it wonderful!" The last was a statement rather than a question.
A cold chill ran through Karen's body. "Listen Elisabeth. Don't take this
the wrong way... but I don't have a good feeling about you seeing the reverend
tomorrow. I don't know what it is... but something tells me it's not a good
idea."
"Oh. Don't be silly Karen." Elisabeth laughed. "Be happy for me. This is
the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time. I feel so honored that
he selected me. Come on. Can't you tell how thrilled I am?"
"Yeah. It's just that... Oh never mind." Karen took Elisabeth's hands
into hers and squeezed them. "Yes. I'm happy for you. If this is what gets you
all tingly, then it must be good." Karen smiled warmly.
Elisabeth smiled back then took on a more serious look. "I hope you don't
mind, but I'm just to nervous about tomorrow to sit still. Would you to
terribly upset if we took a rain check on dinner?"
"No. That's fine. I understand." Karen answered, but she really didn't
understand. Elisabeth canceling dinner didn't upset her, but Elisabeth's
overwhelming enthusiasm and ecstasy over the reverend just talking to her was
something Karen would never understand.
"Well I insist you let me and Richard drive you back to the hotel."
Karen started to protest but Elisabeth held up her hand stopping Karen
before she could say anything. "I insist!" Elisabeth wouldn't take no for an
answer. Then another thought came to her. "Hey, what do you say just you and
me going to dinner tomorrow after my meeting with the reverend. I could pick
you up at the hotel, and..." She took on a mysterious tone. "... I could tell
you all about the meeting."
"Sure." Karen replied. "But how about meeting in McNeil? I've got a few
thing's to do there tomorrow." Mostly she wanted to look for Art and Louie. The
thrill and excitement of why she had come here in the first place was still
with her.
"Yeah. McNeil's fine. Town square between eight and eight thirty?'
Elisabeth asked.
"Sounds good." Karen replied.
The two women spent the next few hours talking, laughing and simply
enjoying each other's company, something Karen had never encountering before.
She had never experienced the joy of female companionship or the freedom it
granted to speak frankly and openly to someone of the same sex. Karen never
remembered feeling more alive than the few hours she had spent with Elisabeth.
CHAPTER TEN -- Seduction
Elisabeth Campbell was both excited and nervous over having been asked to
help the Reverend. Excited because of all the people he could have chosen he
had asked her, and nervous because she wasn't at all certain she was worthy of
the honor.
At just before seven she parked her car in the large dirt lot in front of
the massive tent and walked toward the entrance. She was just about to enter
when one of the large flaps was drawn aside by Earnest Bishop. He greeted her
then pleasantly thanked her for being prompt and ushered her inside. He lead
the way through the congregation area, then beyond the dark purple velvet
drapes to the back rooms.
Elisabeth's nervousness was expressed by the wringing of her hands as
stood quietly waiting to be addressed by his holiness. She had never been alone
with him before and felt very self consciences but still very honored.
"Elisabeth," He said calmly. "you have been favored as the vessel for the
resurrection of good that will stay an impending evil. Satan's army is once
again on the march and without intervention eternal darkness shall blanket the
heavens and earth."
She heard his words, and he looked to be serious, and of course she
would never have doubted his sincerity, and she absolutely believed he spoke
with God... After all had she not seen him perform miracle after miracle time
and time again, surely only someone that was divine could perform such
wonders... yet, what he had just told her sounded more like something out of a
nineteen fifties biblical movie staring Charlton Heston, it seemed so bizarre
that if anyone other than he had spoken to her about Satan's army she would
have pushed it aside as a joke or insanity. But it hadn't been anyone else...
it was the Reverend Earnest Bishop himself, a man that was more than just a
man. He spoke with God! He performed miracle's. He was angelic. She remained
motionless unable to sort out her thoughts or true feelings.
Bishop took her shoulders into his hands and looked deep into her eyes.
His eyes penetrated beyond a normal stare, they immersed themselves into the
deepest recess of her mind. She felt as if he were capable of reading her every
thought regardless of how deep or personal. She seemed to lose some control
over her mind and thoughts, but the feeling was not alarming and was even
somewhat restful. She became relaxed and comfortable.
"Yes..." His soothing voice commanded her . "... just relax, you feel
wonderful. That's fine. Now how do you feel?"
"Wonderful. Yes. I feel wonderful." She answered him honestly because she
did feel wonderful.
"Good." He said, knowing all to well she would feel anyway he wanted her
to feel. That was but another of his unique abilities. "That's good Elisabeth.
I want you to feel wonderful. Now... Do you remember what I told you about you
having been chosen and about Satan?"
"Yes." She answered him.
"Good. Tell me what you think about that." He asked.
She wasn't in a trance and she could still think for herself, in addition
to the current state of relaxation, she felt completely comfortable speaking
her mind even in the presents of someone she held in such high reverence. "I
didn't really understand... but what little I did understand... it sounded...
you know... far fetched. Honestly, if it had been anyone else I would have
assumed they were a little crazy."
"Yes. I can well understand that, but let me assure you this is not a
trivial matter. You are the blessed weapon that shall break the impending
darkness." He paused then asked. "Do you believe that Elisabeth?"
"Yes. Yes I do." She answered and she knew everything he had told her was
true and therefore, having been chosen she must be capable.
"And are you willing to challenge the inferno for the sake of mankind?"
"Yes I am!" She answered confidently and thought she was.
"Good." He released his grip from her shoulders but maintained eye
contact. "You must first divest yourself of vainglorious trappings."
"I'm... I'm sorry. I don't understand." She hadn't comprehend the last
request at all, but she felt compelled to do whatever it was and felt a little
nervous not being able to do it.
"Undress and stand un-imcombered by vain coverings." His words entered
her ears and the tone seemed to convey that removing her clothing was the
proper thing to do.
"Oh! Okay. Now I understand. Undress. I need to get undressed." She
answered, feeling better now that she understood and she started unbuttoning
her blouse.
She removed her blouse, then stepped out of her shoes and slacks, but as
she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, the realization struck her
that she was undressing in front of Reverend Bishop, a man other than her
husband, and a momentary flash of self-consciousness stopped her from
proceeding as her sub-consciousness mind tried to tell her a true man of God
would not expect her to undress.
"Its all right." His calm voice assured her. "Continue. Stand before me
naked and unashamed, also understand I wish you to do this... No, I demand you
do this."
Just the fact that he demanded her to undressed was enough to remove the
momentary hesitation and she un-clasp the bra then removed it. Reaching down
she slip her panties along her thighs and stepped out of them. Now completely
nude another moment of discomfort enveloped her. No man other than her husband
had ever seen her like this before and she felt pangs of guilt and shame. She
knew what she was doing was not proper conduct for a married woman... yet she
had been chosen... therefore it must be acceptable and appropriate. Was it not?
"Relax." He told her and she did seem to relax. In fact, She became
completely relaxed. It was even a little curious to her, that whenever he
spoke, his voice had such a tranquilizing effect on her mind and body, but
somehow it didn't seem reasonable questioning why that was.
He walked around behind her softly speaking as he did. "Your beautiful.
There's nothing to fear. Your are completely relaxed." She felt one of his
hands slide along her rear end and she involuntary flinched. "Just relax." His
calming voice told her. "Nothing to fear." Then he circled around to face her
once again.
She noticed him focus his attention on her breasts for several minutes
then his eyes drifted downward to her pubic mound. He reached out and she felt
him cup her pussy in his hand, while with the other hand he kneaded the soft
flesh of her left breast between his fingers. "Your doing just fine Elisabeth."
He told her. "Your enjoying this. You want me to excite you. It feels good to
you. You don't ever want me to stop." She felt one of his fingers slip between
her legs and expertly massage along her clit and another momentary flash of
abashment surged through her at such intimacy but was soon dispelled by the
feeling of arousal as his hands caressed her breast and between her legs. She
felt her nipples hardening with excitement and moistness permeated between her
legs from heated stimulation and she felt just as he had told her she would
feel. Without and conscience thought or shame she spread her thigh's farther
apart allowing him freer access to her womanhood and erotic zone. He drew her
left nipple into his mouth running his tongue around its rough surface sending
renewed flashes of sexual pleasure through out her body, then she felt one of
his fingers slip between the folds of flesh surrounding her vaginal opening and
push inside her.
Her back arched, and her legs twitched then jerked on the carpeted floor.
She felt another of his fingers pushing deeper, sliding upwards, digging into
her labia, finding her clit. He probed at it, holding her open as he worked his
fingers expertly, driving her shivering and shaking just at the verge of a
tremendous, mind shattering orgasm, then abruptly he slid his fingers out of
her leaving her unsatisfied.
"Ahaaa... Noooo.." She moaned with displeasure and discomfort. Her head
twisted back and forth as her body craved for sexual stimuli, setting her nerve
endings tingling, demanding fulfillment.
"You want to cum don't you Elisabeth? You have to cum don't you? You'd do
anything to have an orgasm won't you? Anything. But you can't do it by
yourself." His voice still held the same soothing effect on her but was
incapable of dispelling any of the agony brought on by the heated sexually
aroused state she was in. "Tell me Elisabeth. Tell me what you want."
"I... I want... I must cum. Please!" She managed to say.
"Tell me Elisabeth. Tell me what you would have me to do." He pinched
both of her nipples between her fingers.
"Please... Make me... Let me cum... Please." She pleaded with him.
"And how shall I do that Elisabeth? You can't do it by yourself. If you
want me to fuck you, you'll have to ask. Perhaps even beg."
Yes! Please. Fuck me! Please fuck me now!" She was almost yelling.
"All right Elisabeth. Have patience I'll fuck you. But first you must
taste the sword of flesh." He opened his robe and Elisabeth saw he was naked
underneath it. She could see his stiff manhood standing hard and erect out from
his body. Her first impression of his members was of how much larger it was
than her husbands, at least one or two inches longer and much thicker in
diameter. Both its size and the mere fact that she was staring at another man's
sex organ paralyzed her momentarily. "Down Elisabeth. Get down on your knees
and worship the flesh." His words snapped her out of the initial shock and
rekindled the desire in her loins. She knew he wanted her to do something, but
she wasn't clear on what it was.
"Huh? What... I...?"
"Onto your knees and take the flesh into your mouth. You will find it
extremely pleasurable and sexually arousing." He answered her unfinished
question.
Now she understood. He wanted her to perform oral sex on him. She had
never taken a man into her mouth, not even her husband... not that he hadn't
wanted her too on several occasions, but she had always considered the idea
discussing and refused. Now however, with the burning appeal of her body
demanding sexual satisfaction she dropped to her knees and without a moments
hesitation took his stiff tool in her hand and guided it into her open mouth.
She felt the swollen head slide past her lips and across her tongue. She began
bobbing her head forward and back jacking him off with her mouth almost
enjoying the vained texture of the shaft filling her mouth. She felt pressure
on the back of her head when he used his hands to force her mouth toward his
groin. She felt The head of his cock push at the back of her throat and she
began to gag but he pulled his cock back dispelling the reflex. She knew what
he wanted now and thrust her mouth forward taking as much of him into her mouth
as she could, even allowing the head to slip down her throat and feeling utter
sexual excitement whenever it did, just as he had said.
"Oh yes!" He told her. "You are a little cock sucking whore aren't you!
Yes, go ahead and enjoy sucking the rod but don't cum... Ohooo... Noo... Don't
you cum!"
She sucked deeper and harder on the cock in her mouth feeling it's
texture and taking pleasure in it's taste. She shuddered as a wave of sexual
rapture blistered along her spine but was not satisfied by an orgasm. His meat
slipping back and forth in her mouth brought on a pleasant tingling up from her
crotch and then a sudden sharp twinge from deep inside, and her body felt like
an inferno, with a rush of sizzling energy rippling up and down. Her body
screamed but her mind could not bring on the orgasm she so badly needed, then
she felt the cock in her mouth pulse and she knew he was going to climax. All
her previous beliefs about how disgusting the act of a man ejaculating in a
woman's mouth was, vanished and she wanted him to spew his sperm. She wanted to
taste it... she wanted to eat it, and he did not disappoint her. Glob after
glob gushed out of his cock onto her tongue and the back of her throat. Her
feeling of arousal was even stronger and more sensual while she hungrily sucked
up his emission swallowing as much of his discharged seed as she could. She
took him deep until his balls and pubic hairs were pressed tightly against her
lips not wanting any of the sex fluids to escape. She allowed his semen to
slide down her throat allured with its salty, forbidden taste. She moaned in
response to her body's overwhelming sexual plea as he came in her mouth, but
she was still denied any true sexual gratification.
She reluctantly allowed him to pull his cock from her mouth after he
finished coming believing if only she could suck him a little longer she might
be able to have an orgasm.
"Aw... You enjoy the rod of flesh." He told her stroking his softening
cock with one hand and patting her on the head with his other.
"Yes... Yes... But, please... Please fuck me. You must ... Please fuck me
now!" She remained on her knees her lips glinting with saliva and sperm.
"Show me. Show me where you would have me pleasure you slut!" He taunted
her.
She knew he was trying to make her feel cheap but that didn't matter, the
only thing that mattered was relieve for her thirsty body. She laid down on the
carpet and spread her legs wide apart completely exposing her wet dripping
vulva to his view. Shamelessly she used two fingers to spread her vagina lips
apart and opened her sex hole. "Here! Fuck me here... please!"
He smiled down at her and it seemed his member was beginning to stiffen
again. Pulling his robe aside he lay down on top of her and whispered into her
ear. "Yes. I will satisfy your lust. But first... ask me to penetrate your rear
hole. Tell me you are my slut and you want me to fuck you in the ass. Tell me!"
Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined allowing anyone to do
that to her but, was it not her voice that whispered back. "Yes... anything...
anything... I'm your slut. Fuck me... Fuck my ass..."
She felt him rise up to his knees between her spread thighs. "Draw your
knees up to your chest and use your hands to spread your cheeks so I can fuck
you in the ass." His words cut deep into her mind making her feel like the slut
she was, but she couldn't fight the heat of her body and did as he told her.
Her fingers found the delicate skin surrounding her anus opening and she parted
its surface sending renewed erotic pulses throughout her body in spite of her
minds revolution of knowing she was about to take a cock into her forbidden
hole.
Waves of pleasure filled her when he rubbed his hand over her wet burning
vagina covering it with her juices and used the wet hand to lubricate her rear
opening. She felt the head of his cock pressing at the entrance of her ass,
then the head of his cock was forced into her tight hole. Sexual pleasure was
replace by pain from the invasion of his thick member into her virgin hole.
Elisabeth could not swallowed the cry that escaped her lips caused by both pain
and shameful regret for what she was allowing him to do to her. She felt him
push deeper and it felt like a red hot poker ripping her bottom apart, then his
shaft was buried to its hilt and his balls slapped against her ass flesh. He
took on a slow rhythm of sliding back and forth several times then said.
"Tight... Aaaa... So tight. Only whore's take cock up the ass Elisabeth. Don't
you know that?"
She was disgusted with herself. Her sore rear hole was a constant
reminder of what appalling things she had allowed to happen. She had held
herself open to be sodomized. Any and all sexual desire's she had previously
felt were completely gone. She didn't care what happened to her now. She would
let him do anything. She knew after this, she couldn't live with herself, but
most of her self pity was lost on Richard, her dear husband Richard. How could
she had done this to him? A dark cloud covered her brain. She didn't know how
long it had been there, but she knew it was there. The cloud was like the cloak
of Satan. She knew it was evil and un-clean, but it didn't matter. Didn't
matter.
She felt him withdraw from her bottom and plunge into her vagina in a
single motion. "Your cunt is sloppy wet but its still tight. You may cum now.
Take pleasure in the flesh and in being fucked. Enjoy the feeling of a cock
buried in your slit." His soft voice told her, and he took on the task of
driving rhythmic fucking. Her body shivered as she fought to stay completely
detached from the powerful fucking her body was undergoing. She could actually
see where his hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth against her
clit, sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging through her cramped, squashed
body in spite of her feelings of shame, hate and loathing. Without warning
Elisabeth found herself exploding with lustful pleasure, her entire lower body
seemed to radiate heat and sexual spark. God, could she use that name? She had
never had an orgasm as strong as this. Her thighs jerked against his ribcage,
as her orgasm coursed through her body. She screamed out hotly and hunched her
hips back up at the flesh sword stabbing her, and she was only vaguely aware
when he started spurting into her, his cock jerked as he released his load of
hot cum into her trembling pussy. She clenched her vaginal lips, milking his
withering cock until he finally emptied his balls, then suddenly she felt his
cock growing and stretching. It became no thicker than her little finger and
seemed to take on a life of it's own, winding it's way up her vaginal canal up
into her stomach. Momentary nausea overtook her as her mind's eye recalled
drawings she had seen of fifteenth century women fornicating with the devil.
The drawings had depicted a cloven hoofed being with a long snake like organ
penetrating deep inside a woman's vaginal opening. She almost panicked with the
thought that such a vile thing was happening to her. Then as suddenly as the
nausea had overtaken her a new even more intense orgasm blasted through her
body, and she was only vaguely aware as the thing lodged well up inside her
stomach spewed forth a dark brown liquid offering Bishop the only true sexual
satisfaction he could achieve. "Ahaaaaa..." He moaned in bliss and total
conquest. After the unholy orgasm his organ shrank back to its normal size and
he slowly slid it out of her. He wiped the head against her thigh leaving a wet
brown stain then he stood up. She lay back on the carpet, panting and resting,
unaware of any thoughts other than complete and extraordinary sexual
gratification.
"You are my whore now, to do with as I please. I own you body and soul
slut. You will give yourself to me or anyone else of my choosing on demanded.
Is that perfectly clear?"
All she had the strength to do was nod.
CHAPTER ELEVEN -- Friends
Karen sat on one of several wooden benches next to a large gazebo in
McNeil town square. She was becoming a little concerned because it was well
after nine PM and there still was no sign of Elisabeth. She thought about their
new friendship. They had only just meet but somehow Karen felt close to
Elisabeth. There was no explainable reason for the way she felt about someone
she had only spent a few hours with other than Elisabeth's open joy and passion
for life, something Karen had never felt, but wished she could. She reflected
fondly on the short period of time they had spent sharing conversation and
laughs in the parking lot before the sermon, and even those moments seemed far
away now. Karen knew that she would always have a place in her heart for
Elisabeth no matter what happened to their relationship.
Earlier in the day Karen had questioned several of the local boarding
house's and motel's in McNeil about Art and Louie. She found out that they had
indeed attempted to find lodging but probably ended up as Karen had in
Fayetteville. After returning to Fayetteville Karen located Art and Louie at a
hotel not half a mile from where she was staying. She had hung around their
hotel lobby for a couple of hours and was eventually rewarded by seeing Art
and Louie enter the hotel. She purposely walked passed them not more than a
foot or so away, and even though both men appraised her as men will do with any
good looking woman, not the slightest hint of recognition crossed their faces.
Karen enjoyed the masquerade, achieving a kind of rousing and almost sexual
pleasure in the shrouded encounter. She waited, and again felt the thrill of
adrenaline rush when they passed her for a second time as the left the hotel
for lunch but it wasn't nearly as stimulating as it had been the first time.
Now that she had accomplished the thing she had set out to do it felt almost
anti-climatic and even perhaps a little childish, but she had seen it to
closure, something she rarely attained in the past.
Concern for Elisabeth over came her again and she found a public phone
and called for a cab to take her out to Magnesia Springs.
The taxi cab's headlights illuminated the empty parking lot in front of
reverend Bishop's tent and spilled over the metal surface of a lone car that
Karen recognized as Elisabeth's vehicle.
After discerning Elisabeth seated in the drivers seat Karen paid the
driver and dismissed him.
She approached the driver's door and lightly rapped her knuckles on the
rolled up window. "Elisabeth it's me Karen. Are you all right?" Elisabeth sat
motionless, both of her hands tightly gripping the top of the steering wheel
while stared blankly out the front windshield.
Karen tried the car door but it was locked. She banged harder on the
window and called out. "Elisabeth! What's wrong! It's me Karen! Are you all
right? Come on, unlock the door!"
Karen continued pounding on the window and eventually Elisabeth turned
toward her. Karen saw Elisabeth's face was streaked with tears and she looked
to be in shock and didn't seem to recognize Karen at all. "Elisabeth! It's me
Karen. Open the door!" Karen frantically yelled through the window.
A spark of recollection crossed Elisabeth's face and her lips mouthed the
word "Karen" and she mechanically pushed the switch unlocking the car. Karen
wrenched the car door open flooding the car interior with light affording Karen
an even clearer view of how disheveled Elisabeth was. Gripping her friend by
the shoulders she turned her so she could look directly into her eyes, then
calmly as possible asked. "What is it Elisabeth? What's wrong?"
"I... Oh God! I..." A fresh supply of tears flowed down Elisabeth's
cheeks and body wrenching sobs made it impossible for her to speak."
"Slide over honey. It'll be all right." Karen told her friend gently
pushing her toward the passenger seat.
With Karen's help Elisabeth slid across the bench seat the side of her
face coming to rest on the window. Karen got into the car then closed and
locked the doors behind her.
Reaching across the seat she gently patted Elisabeth on the thigh. "It'll
be okay. But you've got to tell me what's wrong. I can't help if I don't know
what it is."
"I... He... I'm filth..." A new round of crying silenced Elisabeth,
"That's okay Honey. Just take your time. I'm here." Karen soothed her.
After several minutes Elisabeth bit down on her lower lip then turned
toward Karen. "Oh... Karen it's you isn't it. Oh God! Karen..." Elisabeth began
nervously wringing her hands together.
Karen took both of Elisabeth's hand into hers and squeezed them gently.
"Yes. It's me. Take all the time you need. I'll be here."
Elisabeth clamped her eyes shut as if trying not to see the pain she
felt. "I... He did... I did... sinful, vulgar, detestable things. I... I didn't
want to... As God is my witness... I didn't want to... But... But then ..." She
broke down in tears and began quickly rocking her body forward and back as a
child might do. "Oh dear God. Then I.. I.. enjoyed it! How could I have... How?
How? How?"
"Take it easy Elisabeth. Try and relax." Karen slipped her arm around
Elisabeth's shoulder and drew her head into her breast comforting her. "No
matter how horrible it seems right now, we can work it out. I promise."
"You don't know... You just don't know..." Elisabeth sobbed.
"Your right. I don't know. But I promise you... I'm no stranger to hurt
and pain. We will work this thing out." Karen whispered.
"He sodomized me Karen! He sodomized me...!" She was close to screaming.
"It's all right. It's not the end of the world. I know you don't believe
that now, but it's not the end of the world, honest. I know... I've been
there." Karen was attempting to keep Elisabeth from getting hysterical.
Karen couldn't be sure if Elisabeth had understood her or not as
Elisabeth continued. "... and other things. Cruel. Disgusting. Degrading
things." She buried her face in her hands crying uncontrollably once again.
Karen now felt that she had a pretty fair idea of what had happened to
Elisabeth. She didn't feel qualified or even necessarily comfortable taking on
the roll of psychologist, but she remembered how confused she had felt after
her father had raped her the first time. If someone, anyone had been there to
help snap her out of self guilt it could have been easier.
Karen pulled Elisabeth's hand's away from her face, then turned her head
so she could look straight into her eye's. "You listen to me Elisabeth!" She
said harshly. "I mean it! You listen to me. Your not the first woman to be
raped, and you won't be the last. And no matter what you felt during the act,
it was still rape. There are certain uncontrollable physical things that can
happen, but it doesn't change the fact of rape." She paused momentarily letting
her words soak in before continuing. " Now you listen. This is the most
important thing for you to understand. I mean it! You listen to me! A man can
only rape your body... but only you can allow him to rape your mind. Do you
understand me? Don't let that bastard fuck your mind. Your a wonderful person
Elisabeth. I love you, but more importantly you must love yourself. Do you hear
me Elisabeth? Do you understand?"
Elisabeth took in several sharp breaths then nodded. "Yes. I think so."
She whispered uncertainly.
"Good." Karen answered. "Where are your keys Honey. Let's get out of this
depressing lot. We'll go get some coffee or something."
Elisabeth fumbled inside her handbag and handed Karen a ring of keys. As
Karen was pulling out of the dirt lot she looked over at Elisabeth and said.
"Now you use the vanity mirror and fix up your face and hair. You'll feel
better about yourself then." Karen needed to keep Elisabeth busy and not
dwelling on what had happened to her.
Elisabeth was looking in the mirror applying lipstick to her lips when
she suddenly stopped and looked over at Karen. "Oh God! Richard. How can I tell
Richard. Oh how can I Karen. How can I?"
Karen turned toward Elisabeth. "Don't you worry about him right now.
We'll take care of that in good time. Right now you're what's important. You
just worry about getting your makeup on straight. Richard is doing just fine.
Okay?"
Elisabeth didn't answer, but she did return to the task of applying her
lipstick.
The two woman sat across form each other in an isolated booth inside the
Del Monaco restaurant in McNeil. Steam whiffed upward from the coffee cup's
placed in front of them.
"Elisabeth," Karen asserted softly, taking hold of Elisabeth's hands.
"Please know that you can tell me anything. I'm here for you."
Physically Elisabeth looked much better, but Karen could tell mentally
she was still in shock. Karen instinctively felt getting Elisabeth to talk
about what had happened would be the best therapy . What she didn't know was
how Elisabeth would react once some of the initial shock wore off. She had
assumed, which had later been confirmed by Elisabeth that the rapist had indeed
been the reverend Bishop himself. Karen knew what he had done to her was only
that much more vial and devastating because it had been him. Elisabeth had
worshipped Bishop. She felt he talked with God. And Karen also knew Elisabeth
blamed herself somehow for what had taken place. The one curious aspect that
Karen couldn't put a finger on, was throughout Elisabeth's sketchy and
disjointed recounting of the rape, the sense of something more than just
physical assault was involved. Something unnatural, something unholy, something
almost supernatural.
"He's not human Karen." Elisabeth asserted. "You believe me don't you?
He's not human. I know he isn't. He could be Satan himself." Elisabeth wondered
if she were loosing her mind after hearing her own words.
"Sometimes going through what you did can make us see or feel things that
aren't really there. It's a normal reaction to highly traumatic situations.
Maybe that's what you felt honey." Karen offered taking a sip of coffee.
"No!" Elisabeth insisted a little too loudly for the quite atmosphere of
the restaurant, causing a few patrons to glance in their direction. "No. It's
wasn't like that. I know what's real and what isn't." she said more softly and
self-consciously.
Karen looked into Elisabeth's large, kind brown eyes and furrowed her
brow. "I'm glad you're able to talk about it anyway. Just seeing you open up a
little makes me feel better. I was so worried for you." Elisabeth's eyes
watered and Karen leaned closer.
"What is it Elisabeth. Tell me what hurts." Karen said softly.
"I'm... I'm not a whore. I'm not." Elisabeth cried.
"Of course you're not. Why in God's name would you even think such a
thing. What you are is one thing I'm absolutely certain about. Your a
beautiful, loving, kind woman." Karen talked softly but sternly.
"He... He told me I was a whore... and a slut... and... and..." Fresh
tears formed at the corners of Elisabeth's eyes.
"Fuck him honey. He's filth and anything he say's is filth!" Karen was
all to familiar with the feelings of being degraded by a man.
"Maybe I am." Elisabeth drove a clinched fist savagely into her thigh.
"Maybe I am... a whore."
"Now stop that!" Karen said angrily reaching across the table to stop
Elisabeth from hitting herself again.
"Well, you don't know everything I did... Oh God! I had orgasm's Karen. I
had orgasm's..." Elisabeth face turned pale and tortured.
"Like hell I don't know! If there's anybody in this world that knows it's
me. Besides, we've already gone over all that. Stop blaming yourself. It wasn't
you. He's the guilty one. Not you. Remember telling me about Bishop not being
human. Maybe that's why your body deceived you. Maybe..." Karen suddenly lost
her voice unexpectedly evoking the dark sinister memory of the vial feeling's
she herself had experienced when Bishop first looked down on her in the tent.
She became chilled and frightened recounting the devastating fear he had roused
in her. At that moment if Karen had been any less of a realist then she was she
could have easily accepted Elisabeth's explanation of Bishop being Satan.
"I'm sorry." Karen said shaking off her own fears knowing she still
needed to deal with Elisabeth's. "But damn it Elisabeth you've got to stop
feeling responsible for your body's natural reactions. That doesn't mean you
wanted it to happen. Can you understand that?"
Elisabeth's face relaxed a little taking special comfort in Karen's
words. "I hear you, and I tell myself everything you're saying is right... it's
just so difficult... so painful." She took a sip of coffee with a shaky hand.
Karen took Elisabeth's drinking coffee as a good sign. "I know. It'll
hurt for a long time. But right now you have some tough decisions to make. If
you decide to go to the police with this it'll have to be tonight so they can
collect semen samples before there all gone."
The mention of semen brought a buried memory to Elisabeth's conscious
mind rekindling the disgust and horror. She bit down on her thumb and said to
Karen through clinched teeth. "I'd almost forgotten." She looked at Karen and
shook her head. "How can this be?" Her voice turned to a whisper. "Karen, after
he entered me something grew inside and entered my stomach. All the up into my
stomach."
"You mean like a mechanical device of some kind or something." Karen
asked.
"No. It was his thing... his penis. It stretched while it was inside me
and worked it way up into my stomach. Oh...! Oh...!" Elisabeth nervously
yanked forward and back on the thumb in her mouth. "I remember associating what
was happening to me to those mid-evil pictures of woman fornicating with the
devil. How can that be Karen? How can that be?"
"Stress. I'm sure it was only the stress. Have some more coffee." Karen
responded, holding out her slender hand.
Elisabeth lifted her hand to take Karen's. "Of course you're right.' She
finally squeaked out. Not fully believing her words. "Karen," She asked after
taking another sip of coffee. "how do you know so much? I'm older than you are,
yet you seem so much more mature. Don't get me wrong. I can't begin to tell you
how much I appreciate you being here. In spite of my strong religious
convictions I was trying to work up the nerve to kill myself before you found
me... and I think I would have gone through with it had it not been for your
friendship, it's just that you seem so insightful for someone so young."
"Some girls are forced to grow up long before their time I guess. It's
either grow up, or grow angry and insane. I was one of the lucky one's, I
didn't allow the hurt to destroy me... Just like you're doing now." She
squeezed Elisabeth's hand and smiled.
"I love you Karen. Thank you for being here." Elisabeth's eyes filled
with a different kind of tears.
"I love you too. And you're welcome." Karen answered softly feeling a
tear of her own find its way down her cheek.
"So." Karen asked after both woman composed themselves. "What about
reporting this?"
"I can't." Elisabeth answered honestly. "I still don't even understand
all of what happened. I guess I don't even understand myself."
"What are you going to do then?" Karen questioned.
"For now," Elisabeth still felt guilty, but listening to Karen at least
helped reinforce her sanity and with a new-found confidence she answered. "I
need to do some real soul searching. I'm completely convinced now that I was
under some sort of spell, but nothing like being hypnotized or anything. I
don't know... but through out the... the... you know act, it was like some
immoral cloud was covering my mind, blanking out all goodness, and restraint,
making me weak. Thinking back on that cloud scares me a lot more now than it
did at the time, but it was very powerful and it was completely evil and I got
the perception that Bishop controlled it, and through it, he controlled me. I
need to do a lot of thinking. I just pray, after I get home Richard doesn't
want any... any sex. I'm not sure I could deal with that right now."
CHAPTER TWELVE -- Discovery
A light mist of rain enticed Karen to use the wiper blades as she drove
back to Elisabeth's house in one of the more expensive neighborhood's of
McNeil. Their mutual silence during the short trip from the restaurant was
occasionally interrupted by the shifting of gears and revving of the engine as
Karen stopped and started at traffic lights. She pulled up to the house and
quickly got out to open the car door for Elisabeth.
The rain had stopped only minutes before and the first smell of autumn
was in the air. "Are you okay, Elisabeth? Karen asked as she closed the door
and walked with Elisabeth to the front steps of her house.
"Better now, thanks to you. I just hope I have the courage to face
Richard." Elisabeth answered nervously.
Karen sensed Elisabeth's deep concern. As she studied her face, the light
from a nearby street lamp reflected in her black eyes making them sparkle with
an almost childlike delight that Karen understood was an uncontrollable
prevalent part of Elisabeth's charm no matter how concerned or upset she
became.
"You can handle it." Karen assured her.
Elisabeth's face tensed and her heartbeat began to race as she turned the
door knob and entered the house.
Karen stood at the open doorway as Elisabeth tentatively called out.
"Richard! I'm home!" There wasn't any response and Elisabeth beckoned Karen to
enter. "I wonder where he is?" She rhetorically questioned.
Elisabeth quickly walked through the living room into the spacious open
kitchen area. She returned after a few seconds holding a note in her hand.
"Gee, that's strange." She commented to Karen re-reading the note. "He left me
a note saying he had an appointment. I guess he thought I'd be home earlier and
couldn't wait for me." She shook her head questionably. "I can't even begin to
imagine what kind of appointment he'd have at this late hour."
Karen felt a strong premonition of something being terribly wrong. She
couldn't put a name to it but it was strong. She summarize this alarming
impression must have the reverend Bishop at it's root, and although the factors
of the vile feelings she'd had when he looked at her, Elisabeth's rape, as well
as Elisabeth's contention of him not being human certainly added fuel to that
fire, they were not the predominate factors for feeling the way she did now.
No, it was much more than that. It was something much deeper inside her gut,
something much less tangible that told her Bishop was total and ultimate
corruption, and must be stopped.
Her interest with stopping Bishop was as foreign to her as was her
feeling's about him. Throughout her young life she had been surrounded by
selfish, self-serving, disgustingly evil men and had either accepted them as
fact or just run away. "Why then," She asked herself. "did she this time feel
absolutely compelled to do something about it?" No answer came to her, only the
reinforcement that she somehow must do something. "God damn!" She thought. "One
new wardrobe of clothing and suddenly you're the queen of sensitivity, fighting
for truth, justice and the American way? What the fuck!" But it didn't change
the errant conviction that now commanded her.
She tore her mind away from the unfamiliar thoughts and looked at
Elisabeth thinking the worst seemed to be over for her. She looked and talked a
lot better than even a half hour before. "Want me to hang around until your
husband gets home to keep you company?"
"Only if you want." Was Elisabeth's reply as she turned away from Karen
and sat down on the sofa so she could kick her shoes off. "Right now I'm going
to take a long hot bath. The water won't wash the filth from my mind but it'll
go a long way to get it off my body."
Karen hoped her earlier assessment of Elisabeth's mental state were
correct and she wasn't just pretending not to be as disturbed as she had been.
"You sure you're okay?" Karen asked now re-concerned for Elisabeth's well
being.
"I'm okay." Elisabeth answered offering Karen a weak smile. "Not as good
as I use to be... but a lot better than if you hadn't been there for me. I owe
you a lot Karen, I'll never forget it. But for right now, yes... I'm okay."
Then in a slightly lighter tone she continued. "And... after a hot bath I'll be
even a little more okay." She pause momentarily then said with conviction in
her voice. "You know what... I've even made up my mind about Richard... for now
I'm not going to say anything about this. At best it would cause him a lot of
pain, and at worst, he just might want to do something about it, and honestly
Karen... I'm still convinced reverend Bishop is something other than mortal,
and Richard could get hurt. There's no way I could have Richard's pain or even
worse on my conscience compounded with what's already there. Does that make any
sense?"
"The best of sense." Karen replied returning the smile. Elisabeth's
rational thinking put her at ease again. "Okay. I'm outa here. You go and jump
into that hot tub and try to relax. Call me at the hotel if you need anything.
I mean it, no matter how small, call me. Okay."
"You bet I will." Elisabeth joked. "The Chinese believe if you save the
life of another, you belong to that person for eternity. Guess I own you
Karen... like it or not."
"You could find it's like owning Pandora's box." Karen joked back.
"With out a doubt, there's more to you than the eye can see, but I know
I'd like all of it." Elisabeth replied then changed the subject. "Oh yeah. Yo
can go ahead and take my car, I won't be needing it tonight anyway."
"Okay, I'll bring it back sometime tomorrow if that's okay."
"When ever, don't worry about it." Elisabeth said casually. Almost a
little too casually for Karen.
"Hey." Karen wrinkled her nose and forehead. "This isn't one of those
movie things where the heroin talks and acts like everything is cool then goes
and does something really stupid as soon as she's alone, is it?"
"No this isn't one of those move things." Elisabeth answered somberly.
"This is a reality thing. With your help I've found I'm a lot mentally stronger
than I thought I was. After you leave I'm not going to do anything stupid.
After you leave I'm going to rest my mind and body until I have the strength to
stop that bastard whether he's the Devil incarnate or not. Revenge shall be
mine saith the Lord. Well in this case I'm going with an eye for an eye."
"I can't stop you... Hell, I'm not even sure I'd want to. Just promise me
one thing, that you won't do anything before talking to me. Okay." Karen could
easily understand revenge and felt the feeling was the best thing for
Elisabeth. "Shit yes." she thought to herself. "Dey was really gonna' foake up
de mudder foarker."
"I promise." Elisabeth nodded. "Not one move without you."
It was close to eleven thirty when Karen backed the car out of the
driveway onto the street.
Karen drove slowly trying to sort things out inside her mind. She was
having a difficult time understanding they way she felt and at having seemingly
matured overnight. Her previous self centered child self was gone, replaced by
a sympathetic thoughtful adult person concerned for other's even more than
herself. "This is just way to weird." She told herself and could only guess
that something powerful had changed her either during or after the reverend
Bishop's sermon.
Karen felt a little dizzy as she turned left heading out of town toward
her hotel. She still could not believe all the strange and evil feelings that
haunted her mind. "It just doesn't seem like real life," she thought to herself
as she momentarily looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror and sighed.
Karen saw a very timid young woman looking back at her. Her eyes lacked luster,
and her face seemed gray and overburdened by the very act of living. "What the
hell is happening to me?" She wondered with concern.
Almost without thinking, as if by behest she spun the car around making a
ill-legal U-turn in the middle of the street and headed toward Magnesia
Springs.
After parking the car by the side of the road where it couldn't be easily
seen by anyone from the tent, Karen wondered what she was doing. "This is
stupid. Bishop is a dangerous man. What the hell are you doing here girl? Go
home." She told herself as she made her way through the parking lot toward the
tent entrance. Her mouth was full of saliva. and her heart was pounding with
both terror and dread as the same vial feeling's she had felt when Bishop had
looked at her surged through her body sending renewed cold fingers of ice along
her spine. She pushed her frightened limbs forward feeling the rough texture of
the canvas flap scrape along her skin as she entered the tent.
She stood momentarily giving her eyes time to adjust to the darker
interior, then she heard what sounded like muffled cry's or voices coming from
behind tall drawn purple velvet drapes at the back of the tent, and she
tentatively made her way toward the noise.
With extreme caution she parted the drapes just enough to look through.
What she saw filled her with shock and sudden rage, her innards boiled with
vehemence, and her eyes welled up with a mixture of horror and pain, but she
was unable to move or intervene any more than a cinema spectator is able to
change the outcome of a movie. What see saw took her back to the disgusting
times of her father raping her night after night in a drunken stupor, and was a
grim reminder of her father forcing her to do things no child should ever be
coerced to experience, and after... oh yes after the ordeal... of feeling the
guilt for having done something to bring it all on herself.
She strained to turn away and bound for the exit, but found she was
unable, paralyzed with memories, pain and fear, she stood immobile and docile.
Bishop stood dressed in his robes with hands on hips staring down at a
young girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Behind the girl, forming a
partial circle were three other men, one of which Karen immediately recognized
as Elisabeth's husband Richard.
The girl looked frightened almost to death and had obviously done a lot
of crying. She had been striped of all clothing other than her brassiere and
panties. The bra was thin and only partially covered the girl's surprisingly
large breasts to just above the nipple line exposing round breast meat above
the thin material. Her panties were little more than a thong, cut extremely
high at the hips leaving her buttocks almost entirely exposed, with a little
triangle of cloth over her crotch that did just manage to cover her mound.
Bishop reached down and grabbed the girl by the hair and yanked her back.
The girl screamed, and Bishop lashed out with his fist and caught her in the
face which drove the girl backwards into one of the three men. She slumped down
to the floor dazed, while the men laughed sickly at her pain. "This is yours,"
Bishop told the men pointing toward the girl. "I give you this virgin offering.
She is yours to soil at your will."
One of the men, tall and thin, went over and grabbed the girl by the
hair, dragging her to her feet. She screamed in pain, but he only laughed
harder. The thin man pinned her arms behind her back and pulled her head up as
the others grinned and snickered. Richard reached for the top of her bra and
pulled the cups downward to bare her firm round young breasts. She sobbed in
terror, blood trickling from her lip as the men fought each other to get a feel
of the now exposed orbs. Hands frantically pinched, groped, squeezed and
slapped at her rounded breasts and nipples. Then the bra was ripped entirely
away from her body by Richard while at the same time the thin man was grabbing
the crouch of her panties and tore them off leaving the girl completely nude.
The men fought like dogs over a bone, shoving at each other as they flung the
young teenager to the carpet.
The girl screamed and a fist caught her on the side of the face, stunning
her once again. The third man, heavier set that the other two, forced her legs
apart and groped at her soft pussy mound, then he yanked his cock out and
pressed it against her opening. The girl whimpered fearfully, then cried out in
pain as he tore her pussy lips apart and thrust into her with crude lust. She
cried out again, and again as he slammed his hips downward and stabbed his cock
into her tight little slit. The other men only laughed and joked as the girl
was being raped. The girl couldn't comprehend what the men were laughing or
joking about, because her mind was only filled with pain, terror, and
humiliation as a fat, hairy man grunted above her and forced his hard cock meat
deep into her pussy tunnel taking her virginity with it. Her insides burned
with agony as his cock twisted around in her soft belly, churning up her guts.
He laughed down at her, drooling on her face as he thrust into her again and
again. Pain flared inside the young woman as his cock drove back and forth in
her tender flesh. The man lunged against her time and time again, his thick
prong ripping through the tight meat of her insides and punching against her
cervix. Then he lifted his head and mooned, "Aaaaa... Yeah... ohoooo..." and he
pumped his seed inside the young girl. The others knelt around her, giggling,
watching, and groping at her flesh as they waited their turn to spew their
fluids into her.
Hearing the cries of the pain and torment was more than Karen could bare,
and even knowing full well there was little she could do to stop what was
happening, raw blinding rage compelled her to do something, to do anything,
even if it meant being raped or killed herself. She made a move to enter the
room, when suddenly she was yanked backwards and fell tumbling onto the floor.
"No!" A voice whispered to her as hands pressed down on her shoulders
holding her down. "They'll only kill us. There's nothing we can do to help."
Karen's eyes re-focused and she recognized Elisabeth leaning over her.
"Elisabeth?" She whispered back.
"Yes it's me."
"How...? Why are you here?" Karen asked quietly.
"That's not important now. Come on let's get out of here before we're
discovered." Elisabeth whispered taking Karen's hand and helping to pull her up
onto her feet.
"We've got to do something! I can't just walk away. That poor girl. I
can't stand it." Karen yanked attempting to free her hand from Elisabeth's
grip.
"And just what are you going to do?" Elisabeth whispered back angrily.
"You can't help her. You'll only get us both killed and then we'll never be
able to stop him. Is that what you want? If we go in there now he'll just keep
on doing the same things to girl after girl. We can't help this one but by God
we can come up with a plan to insure he doesn't get his hands on another one."
"But..." Karen began to argue then stopped when she heard renewed yelling
from behind the curtain.
"Fucking little whore! You like this don't you?"
"Filthy slut!" She heard another one yell.
"Now you see what you're worth, bitch!"
"You like a man's cock inside you, don't you bitch?"
"Stinking young whores!"
Karen didn't understand what or why, but something compelled her to look
through the curtain once again. It was as if she had lost all self control and
some powerful command willed her to do its bidding.
The girl was laying spread-eagled on the carpet, the heavy set man was
pulling her hair as he crushed his lips against hers and thrust his tongue into
her mouth. She was whimpering and moaning, but she no longer resisted. The
heavy set man got off and Richard gripped her legs and shoved them back against
her slender young chest. Karen could see the girl's exposed crotch, with traces
of blood around it. Karen knew the girl had been a virgin before this
violation. Richard leaned over the girl plunging his cock deep into her and
began pounded his hips down against her upturned buttocks. The girl's knees
were grinding down onto her chest as Richard let all his weight press downward
behind his thrusting cock. He fucked for long minutes skewering the gasping,
moaning girl as his hips crushed her buttocks, then he moved aside allowing the
thin man to move into position over the girl. The thin man rolled the girl onto
her belly, then gripping her hair he put one arm under her waist while jerking
her up onto her hands and knees. The girl sobbed in pain as her head was yanked
back, but she only received several hard slaps on the head as compensation. The
thin man thrust into her womanhood cruelly, and soon she was shaking and
jerking violently under the hard impact of his pounding hips driving into her.
Her breasts were wobbling back and forth below her, when Richard or the
heavy set man weren't groping or slapping or pinching them as the thin man
fucked her from behind. Richard pulled up a chair and sat down then leaned far
forward, and took a hold of the girl's hair. He pulled her towards him forcing
the thin man to follow if he expected to continue his hard fucking. Once
Richard had the girl's head in his lap he pulled the teenager's lips down
against his hard erection. She moaned and tried to turn her head away but he
reached under chest and crushed one of her soft breasts in his hand until she
screamed.
"You suck some cock, whore! Suck my cock you little slut or I'll rip off
this tit!"
He yanked her hair hard and shoved his cock into her open screaming
mouth, then fucked hard and fast as the other man continued pounding his meat
into her crack. Richard pulled her head back hard by the hair until her chin
was almost pointing up, then he leaned forward and thrust his cock down into
the girl's throat. Karen could actually see the girl's slim throat bulge
outward as Richard's cock entered it and slid down. It silenced the girl's
whining and moaning, for which Karen was momentarily thankful. Richard pushed
his cock deep down her throat until her face was crushed up against his groin.
The girl was writhing and thrashing about, but Richard only laughed and held
her easily, the thin man behind her was still rutting like a maddened dog,
pounding his thick prick inside her fuck hole like he hadn't had a woman in
years.
Richard continued fucking his cock in and out of the girl's small mouth.
Her eyes were bulging and she was still straining to escape, but as Karen
watched, the girl's face became flushed and turned white and her eyes started
to glaze over. Richard must have noticed the girl was about to expire and
quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth. It emerged, glistening wet, and the
girl coughed and gulped in air, gasping and moaning as the man behind her never
lost a beat rutting into her pussy hole. The heavy set man laughed as Richard
held the girl tightly by the hair and rubbed his spit-wet cock all over her
face and lips. Then Richard made her scream by pulling hard on her hair, and
forcing his cock into her open mouth once again. His cock plunged down her
throat and he began to fuck in and out cutting of the girl's air supply as
before.
What was being done to the girl was far beyond abhorrent, or even
detestable, and much more than Karen could with stand yet she was still unable
tear her eyes away like when passing a gory wreck on the highway, the
powerfully purposeful force that demanded she remain watching was relentless.
The man rutting into the girl from behind halted, his cock buried deep in
her young belly. He groaned and his eyes fluttered as he hugged her close to
him. He ground his pelvis against her buttocks slowly, then halted again,
before gradually easing back, and Karen knew he had just experienced an orgasm.
Richard was still fucking her face but pulled out too, just before she would
have passed out for the second time, and got up. He dragged the girl over the
side of the chair then moved up behind her. He spread her legs as she trembled
and coughed and moaned, then he positioned his spit coated cock against the
entrance to the girl's rectum and press forward slowly forcing her rear hole to
open wider and wider as it accepted this harsh invader into her anus.
Karen caught her breath in horror and a kind of sick nausea filled her,
making her head spin, and she knew she was about to pass out, when without
warning the force that had demanded she remain witness to the vial, corrupt,
disgusting crime before her, vanished, and she fell limply to the ground with a
complete understanding of why she had been forced to be a spectator.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN -- The gathering of the four
Elisabeth had watched Karen with concerned consideration during the time
she was under some form of hypnotic state inside the tent. She sensed it best
not to wake her but remained vigilantly alert in the event she were needed.
After Karen slumped to the floor Elisabeth helped her friend to the car and
drove them to Karen's hotel.
"I understand now." Karen told Elisabeth gravely as both women sat
tentatively in Karen's hotel room.
"I know." Elisabeth responded with sincerity. She too had experienced
some of the understanding. Not as much as Karen but enough to know Karen
understood.
Karen stood up and walked toward the large window on the other side of
the room to view the city skyline. It was a rare night in beautiful downtown
McNeil Arkansas. The usually overcast night sky seemed an almost royal
black-blue illuminated by a full moon that also drenched the surrounding glass
and steel buildings with a pale gold. Unlike her past self this Karen could
almost feel the warmth of the moon's rays through the plate glass window. She
turned and looked into Elisabeth's dark eyes as she spoke philosophically. "If
knowing is truth. I've lived a lie all my life."
"We all have." Elisabeth gestured with sympathy. "Want to fill me in?"
Karen snapped her mind back to reality and answered. "Sure. But first,
can you tell me why you went to the tent. You were supposed to be taking a hot
bath. Remember?" She already knew the answer to her question but she wanted
Elisabeth to reflect on the answer herself.
"Don't know." Was Elisabeth's simple response as she shrugged her
shoulders.
"Hmmm... you don't know? Come now. Surely there must be some
explanation." Karen prompted.
"No. I can't think of one." Elisabeth shook her head holding her arms out
in frustration. "I honestly don't know. One minute I'm getting ready to take a
bath, the next I'm sitting in a cab heading toward Magnesia Springs."
"Well, knowing what I do now," Karen said thoughtfully. "it's a good
thing you were there. If not, I would have gone in to help that girl, and we
both know how that would have turned out."
"Yeah... I know." Elisabeth offered a weak smile. "There are forces at
work here I don't fully understand. I guess it was one of those that put me in
that cab."
"You know," Karen commiserated. "isn't it funny how easily you can come
to except all this super natural mumbo jumbo stuff after its touched you." The
remarkable encounters both women had recently experienced had forged an even
stronger bond of friendship between the two of them and Karen felt completely
comfortable airing out even her most personal thoughts or dilemmas.
"I've always held a spiritual conviction about there being a God, but
I've never really considered Satan as a solid entity on earth to be contended
with." Elisabeth remarked casually, then continued in a more deliberate tone.
"That's what he is you know, the anti-Christ... or at the very least one of his
disciples, here on earth to gather soul's." She paused and shook her head.
"Just listening to myself I sound crazy, but I know what I know. Just as you
know Karen... Just as you know."
Karen walked over to Elisabeth and stroked the length of her hair gently.
"Yeah. I know." She said quietly. "I know."
"So what now Karen?" Elisabeth ask looking up into Karen face.
"Now we gather the four." Karen smiled down at her friend.
"The four?" Elisabeth questioned, as if the answer didn't make any sense,
which it didn't.
"You and I my dear Elisabeth or two of the four it will take to destroy
the thing that calls itself reverend Bishop." Karen paused momentarily and
closed her eyes reflecting back on the moment of enlightenment inside the tent
before she continued. "Inside that tent, after being forced to watch the
blasphemous defilation of that poor child, I understood clearly that I had not
come to McNeil Arkansas on a mere whim. I was destined to be here at precisely
this moment, just as my whole life was pre-determined for this moment. All the
pain I endured as a young girl was intended to give me the strength and
understanding of your, and that child in the tent's sufferings." She opened her
eyes and smiled down at Elisabeth. "Just as you and I were predestined to
become friends Elisabeth. You see, together Elisabeth we have become a force to
be reckoned with. Together you and I are God's sword of light which shall
devour the serpent."
Elisabeth didn't fully understand but she believed. Yes, she believed.
"But you said four. Who are the other two?" She questioned.
"Aw... the other two." Karen chuckled a little as she spoke. "The other
two are the most unlikely pair of heaven's instrument's you could possibly
think of. They followed me here to McNeil in search of something I took away
from them. And like us they have a destiny to follow."
Something had been bothering Karen for some time and she needed to get it
out in the open. "Elisabeth, in the tent, the three men that were violating
that child... you saw... didn't you?"
"You mean Richard." The words caught in her throat making them sound
gargled. "Yes, I saw." Her dark eyes glistened as moisture collected behind
them.
"He had no more choice than you or I." Karen comforted Elisabeth as she
drew her face against her chest holding her. "Just because he's a man makes him
no stronger nor more able to withstand the evil strength of hell than we
could."
"I know..." Elisabeth sobbed. "I know... that's how I controlled myself
up to now." Elisabeth threw her arm's around Karen's waist and dug her nails
into Karen's flesh. "This has got to end Karen. It just has to end. I'll go mad
if it doesn't end soon... I'll go mad, I know I will."
"The final chapter is about to be written." Karen drew Elisabeth even
closer to her body. "You must keep faith Elisabeth, without you the sword has
no edge. Your courage and strength is needed now, be strong my dear friend and
I promise you... it will end."
Elisabeth released Karen and leaned back on the couch rubbing her eyes
with the heel's of her hands. "I'm okay now." She said smiling up at Karen.
"I'll be fine. Sorry."
"I know." Karen said softly as she used her thumb to wipe away a mascara
filled tear from Elisabeth's cheek. "Hey listen," She said in a lighter tone.
"in the top bureau drawer over there is a key to one of the lockers at the bus
station. If anything happens go get what's inside. Okay?"
"What do you mean if anything happens?" Elisabeth cocked her head to the
side looking nervously at Karen.
"I don't mean anything." Karen answered casually. "It's just good that
you know about it, that's all." Then she quickly added. "It's the stuff I took
from the other two. Somebody else should know where it is."
Elisabeth wasn't completely comfortable with Karen's explanation but she
let it pass. "I don't know if I should go home or not. I'm not sure I could see
Richard right now." She said turning her thoughts to the current situation.
"It's better if you stay here tonight." Karen offered. "You need to get
some rest for tomorrow."
"Maybe I should call?" Elisabeth thought out loud.
"You could. But I assure you he isn't home. He won't be released until we
free him." Karen said deliberately. "Come on, let's get some rest. Tomorrow we
gather the four and forge the sword."
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Art had fallen asleep on the overstuffed Pottery Barn sofa while watching
the late show on television when he was awakened by a knock on the door of his
room. He felt groggy and disoriented as he fumbled for the remote control to
turn off the TV set. The window was open, and he could smell the rain as he
lazily pulled himself up off the sofa and dragged himself to the chair where he
had draped his pants.
"If that's Louie I'll kill the fucker!" He told himself slipping on his
slacks.
The morning light of the sun streamed into the hotel room and he could
feel the warmth of the sun's rays wash over his face as he ran his fingers
through his short, thinning hair. "I'll kill the fucker!" he told himself
again. Louie knew how difficult it was for him to sleep when his stomach acted
up, and last night it had been killing him.
He had been in a totally pissy mood long before his stomach started
bothering him, what with coming to Arkansas having been a utter bust, Louie
constantly nagging him to go get healed, and he was running out of money. If he
couldn't unload that dope real soon he'd be holding a fucking "Will work for
food sign." on the God damn freeway entrance. Yeah, he was in a pissy mood all
right and getting woken up early didn't make it any better.
Another knock on the door prompted him to yell. "Yeah! Keep your nuts on!
I'm coming!"
He opened the door and was surprised to find a well dressed attractive
woman in her early twenty's standing there.
"Hello Art." The woman said smiling warmly.
"Huh?" Art looked confused. "Do I know you?"
"Come on Art, look in the eyes. We're old bedfellows." Karen said coyly
as if she were hurt that he didn't recognize her.
Art strained his eyes looking at the woman then a slight glimmer of
recognition crossed his face. "Jesus Christ!" He almost shouted. "Your the
little whore that took off with my money. Where's my money!" He did shout this
time while grabbing her wrist so she couldn't get away.
"All in good time." She said calmly then added. "Aren't you even going to
invite an old friend in?"
"Yeah!" He answered quickly, "Get the fuck in here." as he yanked her
into the room and kicked the door shut with his foot.
He pulled her farther into the room and roughly dumped her down on the
edge of the bed. "Now where's my fucking money!" He demanded.
"I told you. All in good time." Karen answered coolly while rubbing the
soreness out of her wrist where he had grasped her.
"In good time my ass bitch. I want my fucking money now!" The blood
vessels on his neck and face strained with his anger and he held out his palm
as if to strike her.
"Hitting me isn't going to get your money back." Karen said holding her
hands palms up submissively in front of her. "All I want is a little favor and
you'll get your money."
"Fuck that! It's my money and you'll give it to me now or else!"
"Or else what Art? You'll beat the shit out of me... Kill me... Rape me?
What? Why not make it easy on yourself. One little favor is all I'm asking and
we can part as friends. Think about it, I could have been a thousand miles away
if I'd wanted to." She said confidently.
His face softened a little and his voice dropped an octave or two as he
said. "Jesus Christ. I don't believe this. You steal my fucking money then you
have the balls to ask me for a favor." He squinted his eyes looking down at her
intensely before continuing. "Don't fuck with me or I swear to God, money or
not, I'll see to it you don't take another thieving breath!"
"Get real Art. Like you worked forty hours a week for that money." Karen
knew she had him at least thinking, and that gave her some added confidence in
gaining his assistance. "Besides, I told you, if I didn't intend on giving it
back I would have been in South America by now. So lighten up and hear me out.
Okay?"
Art's face still retained it's scowl but he rolled his eyes upward and
nodded.
Karen stood up and walked to the window to look out at the city. Modern
steel and older stone office buildings stood majestically toward the blue
autumn sky. A few cars wove their way down the streets taking people to their
laborious jobs. Without turning she said. "What do you think of when you look
at a view like this?"
"Fuck. I don't know." Art responded. "Sucker's and weakness, I guess."
"I see," She continued as if she hadn't heard his responds. "pain,
suffering and misery out there."
"Yeah. Well there's going to be some fucking misery in here if you don't
get to the point." He said obviously annoyed.
"There are other things out there too Art." She said turning away from
the window to look at him. "Good things like love, hope, sincerity and
kindness... and evil things Art. Things that try to destroy everything that's
precious in the world." She paused to take in her breath. "It's one of these
destructive evil things I need your help with."
"Yeah. So who do I need ta bump off?" He asked sarcastically.
"Reverend Bishop." She answered matter-of-factually.
"Your serious aren't you?" You really want me to ice the fucker, huh."
Art never expected her favor to be a hit.
"Yes I'm serious... but I don't necessarily expect you to
indiscriminately... ice him... as you call it. I just need your protection when
I confront him, that's all." Karen assured him.
"You expect trouble from him? The fuckers a priest for Christ sake.
What's he done, anyway? Art didn't see any connection between Karen and Bishop.
"He's not a priest, but that's unimportant. All I'm asking is you and
Louie come with me when I talk to him... After that you get your money. A walk
in the park." Karen knew the confrontation would not be a walk in the park ,
and that it would take both Art and Louie to make up the four if there was any
hope at all, so she made it sound easy.
"This whole thing sounds screwy." Art said suspiciously. "What's your
connection Bishop anyway?"
"Come on Art. Since when was the reason for doing a job important. What's
important is you and Louie only have to go with me to see Bishop. A half hour
later you got your money and everybody's happy. This is cake." She tried to
sound casual and succeeded.
"Aw.. What the fuck. Louie wanted me to see Bishop anyway, guess this is
as good an excuse as any. When?" Art figured a half hour was worth saving him
the trouble of beating the information out of her.
"Three o'clock this afternoon. I'll come by and you and Louie can follow
me out to Magnesia Springs." Karen answered.
"If you think I'm going to let you outa my sight now, you go another
thought coming." Art said with conviction.
"If I planed on skipping out on you, I wouldn't be her now. I found you.
Remember?" Karen reminded him.
"Yeah, I guess so. Okay three o'clock then, and no funny stuff, you ain't
seen my bad side." He threatened.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN -- Confrontation and new life
The weather had turned as solemn as Karen's and Elisabeth's mood during
the drive to Magnesia Springs. The sun disappeared behind dark ominous clouds
giving the world a gray dull appearance that took the warmth out of the land
and out of the heart.
A light mist began to fall and Karen switched on the wiper blades. She
glanced into the rear view mirror and saw the big white Cadillac following
several car lengths behind. She became aware of her breathing and was
surprised at how nervous she was. When dealing with normal situations and even
with men, she had experience and was usually confident and in control but as
the car got closer to their destination, she felt each accelerated beat of her
heart, and her palms became damp. This was new, this was for more than anything
she had ever fought for. This was not for herself, this was for all the good
things in the world, something she had never participated in before. "God give
us the strength." She prayed for the first time in her life.
Karen entered the tent first, with Elisabeth just behind her and Art and
Louie, both looking bored following the women. What little was left of the
afternoon afforded them only a dim view of the interior but they could see a
flickering through a narrow opening coming from behind the velvet drapes as if
originating by candle light.
Karen led the way toward the back of the tent and the flickering light.
She stood silently before the drapes for several seconds considering what to
do, when suddenly the deep booming voice of reverend Bishop, coming from the
room beyond, filled the massive tent, "Do come in," the voice commanded. "It
would be a shame to do otherwise, you've come such a long way."
At the sound of Bishop's voice Art said. "What the fuck is all this
bullshit? Come on let's get this over with." He pushed past the women and
pulled the drapes aside.
Karen knew she had to react quickly and sent a mind probe out to the
second of the gathering of four, Elisabeth.
Elisabeth felt the probe drive into her brain and didn't understand it.
It was like a finger probing and searching into the deepest recess of her mind.
For a brief moment it frightened her, then she understood... it was Karen and
the probe was a gift from her enlightenment.
The first two of the four were now one, with but one single purpose, and
one single thought. Karen turned and walked toward Elisabeth, not so much as in
a trance, but more of an understanding of intention.
Elisabeth began to feel secure in the blanket of mind melding. The two as
one seemed to possess a will strong enough to tumble down walls, or even move
mountains. Yes, they could wield the sword. Yes, they could send him back to
the hell he had come from.
Art, not knowing anything of what was taking place in the minds of the
two women, took on a plan of action reserved for mortal humans. He took two
steps into the room then stopped in his tracks. The room was large, much larger
that it should have been, maybe two hundred or three feet in length as if the
back wall of the tent had been pushed out into empty space. The room was
entirely devoid of any furniture except for two tables set on apposite sides of
the room against the left and right canvas walls. Each table held three lighted
black candles, giving an eerie ghost like quality to the room.
Written on the wall he was facing were the words "SUSEJ", in large blood
scrawled letters just above an upside down crucifix. Just below the cross he
could see the faint outline of a door sized opening pulsing with an iridescent
green color. Standing on either side of the door were two men, both dressed in
white robes and seemingly in a trance. But what had stopped him in mid stride
was not so much the room itself as much as the reverend Bishop the man. He
stood tall and impressive in the center of the room dressed in black robes,
with his arms folded across his chest. Bishop's eyes glowed the color of red,
and his face, once human, now displayed not even the slightest quality of being
mortal.
Art sensed more than heard Louie and the two women enter the room behind
him. They, too, stopped short at the sight of Bishop.
The frequency of pulsing by the door seemed to diminish just a little,
then the voice of Bishop boomed out once again, the words spoken were not the
sounds made by man, but rather the sounds of demon's. "It has been some time,"
the deep voice boomed, "since last I stood on the battlefield."
The body that at one time belonged to Bishop suddenly burst into flames
of orange and white that completely encircled him. Neither Bishop nor his black
robes were disturbed by the flames. The voice boomed at them again. "You have
unwittingly both helped and hindered me in my quest of soul reclaim. My time
has come to regain what once was mine." The flames turned into a glow of red
that remained around his body.
Karen could feel the probe binding her to Elisabeth weaken and she
concentrated on pushing Bishop into the pulsing door with it's power. Bishop
remained where he was but he had wavered backward ever so slightly.
Art didn't know or even care for that matter that a struggle was taking
place between this thing Bishop and Karen on some higher plane, but he could
feel his legs had become sluggish and would not respond to his demands.
Somewhat over the shock of seeing Bishop, he moved his hand toward his .45
automatic, but like his leg's his arm's only moved in slow motion.
The thing that was Bishop was surprised by the strong force imposed by
the probe, but spoke again and taunted them. "You feel secure wielding the
sword of light. Perhaps you would care for a playmate." He leaned back on his
heels and the pulsating of the door intensified and a naked creature that
looked like a small deformed human came through the door. The thing was three
feet tall with a massive lump on its back and arms that hung to the floor. Its
body was covered with a thick slime that dripped down its short skinny legs
then onto the floor. It's discussing testicle's hung like a pair of hairy bee's
hives between it's legs. It moved very slowly toward Elisabeth calling her
name. "Elisabeth. Elisabeth. I am for you, Elisabeth. Come Elisabeth let me
fuck you as my master did. You enjoyed taking a cock up your ass. didn't you?"
Elisabeth became so frightened she lost the probe. All she could think of
was running away, but her legs failed her.
Bishop could feel the force of the sword falter and he laughed, a hideous
sound of exhilaration.
Karen's probe drove into Elisabeth's mind but it found nothing. She drove
deeper and only black. Karen plunged farther and thought, "For that child
Elisabeth... That dear child he violated... Elisabeth, for the child..."
...light... brighter now, and then... the probe.
What little control Art had over his body was diminishing by the second.
His hand now resting on grips of the .45 but refused to yank the gun out of his
holster. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he forced his mind to concentrate
and regain control. This was the weirdest shit he had ever seen and he wanted
out.
Another creature emerged from the door. This one even more grotesque than
the first. It, too, was only three feet tall but only because it lacked any
lower appendages. It crawled along the ground, propelling itself forward with
its arms. One of its eyes hung loose from the socket and dangled uselessly on
its cheek. Its head was twisted at an odd angle as if the neck had been broken.
It sported a massive erection at least sixteen inches in length and four inches
around extended and pointing upward between it's leg less groin. It's deformed
mouth opened and it spoke in a slow gurgled voice. "Karen. I want to make love
to you. Please, Karen... Please... I... we... must... I must fuck you. Your
father fucked you. Your uncle fucked. You fuck everyone Karen, Fuck me...
Please, fuck me..."
Karen's mind recoiled with horror, the acids in her stomach threatening
to push up its contents, then she heard Art's voice yelling in frustration.
"Damn it! Move, damn it! I've got to move!"
The sound of his voice snapped her back and she locked onto the probe.
Taking in a deep breath, and with every ounce of strength that remained, she
plunged the probe forward, directed at Bishop. Bishop wavered backward again,
this time a little more than before, and the aura surrounding him changed from
red to orange.
The hunched back creature was less than two feet away from Elisabeth and
Karen knew regardless of the consequences she would have to re-direct the probe
from Bishop to help Elisabeth. That act would undoubtedly have the consequence
of losing what little hold she had gained on Bishop, but she couldn't let that
creature get to Elisabeth. Suddenly three rapid shots rang out from behind her.
The noise from the reports was deafening in the closed room and Karen saw the
hunched backed creature spin left then right then left again as the three slugs
hit it's deformed body, sending it flying backwards.
With renewed strength both Karen and Elisabeth pushed the probe forward.
They became unaware of the additional gun shots as their minds again forged
the sword of light. The aura surrounding Bishop turned from orange to yellow.
Art knew Louie had fired three times and killed the hunched backed
creature. "Hell if Louie could do it, so could he." He told himself and yanked
his automatic out of the shoulder holster. Now with the gun in his hand, he
fired at the leg less creature moving toward Karen. His first shot went wide
and plunged into the canvas of the tent leaving a small hole. The next three
hit their mark. One ripping into the open eye less socket cutting the trailing
cords and freeing the useless eye to fall onto the floor. The second and third
slammed into the chest of the creature opening two small spots on the chest
while ripping massive chunks of flesh and bone from its back. It fell sideways
then lay motionless.
From behind Art, Louie fired two more shots, tearing into the body of
Bishop. The slugs seemed to have little effect on Bishop, other than a slight
flinch as each round hit.
Art turned his .45 automatic and emptied its clip into Bishop. They had
the same effect as the Louie's, nothing.
The one mind drove forward... Remember the child... The child... all
children...
Bishop seemed to gain some control over the probe, pushing it back toward
the one mind that was two forming the sword of light. A flash blasted outward
from his eyes, the sword shattered sending shards of splintered blade light
into all directions with a thunderous roar.
One light fragment drove through Louie's forehead exploding the entire
back of his skull as it exited. Another fragment plunged into Art's chest
throwing him to the carpet with the force of a sledgehammer. As Art lay dyeing
the only thought that came to his mind was he didn't feel any pain in his
stomach for the first time in years.
Karen struggled to re-gain control of the sword, but she could feel pain
coming from Elisabeth as her mind labored with the strain of it's splintering.
The fragments of the probe faltered ... It began to fail ... Then Karen
gave her flesh away to the earth and soul of mankind and... re-forged the
sword. The shard's came together. Stronger than before. It was now stamped with
human love and sacrifice.
The far wall began to pull in on itself, the sword of God and man called
it forward. Still farther it came until the door touched the body of Bishop. A
shriek filled the room as the wall became solid and the red eyes of Bishop
turned white and opaque. The two figures clad in white robes, one of which was
Richard, and the body that once was Bishop fell to the floor and lay motionless
in death.
Karen dropped to her knees then fell backwards, her eyes still open.
The probe dissipated and Elisabeth re-focused her sight. She felt more
tired than she had ever felt before. The strain of controlling the sword had
sapped all of her strength... then as if a flood gate had opened she relived
the re-forging of the sword and she knew Karen had given more than just her
strength, she had given her life.
"Karen!" She yelled frantically looking around the room. Finally her eyes
fell upon Karen, laying on the floor several feet away. She pushed her tired
muscles toward her friend, then dropping down she took Karen's limp head into
her lap. Karen's face was chalk white and her eyes were blank and seemed to be
staring into nothingness. "Karen! Oh dear God Karen, talk to me." Tears of
grief flowed down Elisabeth's cheeks as she held her friend to her.
Karen stirred and looked up at her friend. She offered a weak smile then
through dry parched lips she whispered. "Elisabeth... My dear Elisabeth...
Don't sadden yourself. This is the only end their could have been. Let the
light fill your soul as it did before... You are with child my dear friend..."
She paused gathering her strength before continuing. "When you were raped...
you became pregnant... but... we... we fooled him Elisabeth... it is not the
Devil's child as he had planned... It is me, Elisabeth... The child you carry
is me... Give me the childhood I never knew Elisabeth... Give me a childhood
filled with love and joy and hope... I love you Elisabeth, I always have and I
always will..." then Karen's life expired as Elisabeth held her close.
"And I love you." Elisabeth whispered.
END