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The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of
consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material
is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
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now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
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This story contains: Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal
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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 your 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 your 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.
**************************************************
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.
**************************************************
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.
END CHAPTER ONE
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Subject: Soul Search 2 of 14 Mf MMf oran anal rape
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consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material
is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading
now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
dispatched to the void.
This story contains: Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal
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SOUL SEARCH
By POC
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.
END CHAPTER TWO
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strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
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now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
dispatched to the void.
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By POC
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.
*********************************************************
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."
*********************************************************
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.
END CHAPTER THREE
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By POC
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! Your 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."
*********************************************************
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.
*********************************************************
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."
*********************************************************
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 your 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.
END CHAPTER FOUR
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is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading
now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
dispatched to the void.
This story contains: Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal
All right reserved.
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By POC
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, your 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 your 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.
END CHAPTER FIVE
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The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of
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SOUL SEARCH
By POC
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 your 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 your 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 your 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.
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The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of
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SOUL SEARCH
By POC
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.
*********************************************************
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 your 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.
*********************************************************
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.
*********************************************************
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 your
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.
END CHAPTER SEVEN
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The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of
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is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading
now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
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This story contains: Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal
All right reserved.
SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
SOUL SEARCH
By POC
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.
END CHAPTER EIGHT
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is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading
now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
dispatched to the void.
This story contains: Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal
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SOUL SEARCH
By POC
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 your 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.
******************************************************
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 your 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 your 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 your 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 your 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 your 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.
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By POC
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 your 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.
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possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
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now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
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of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly
dispatched to the void.
This story contains: Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal
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By POC
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 your 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 your 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 your 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 your
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 your
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 your 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."
END CHAPTER ELEVEN
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The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of
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SOUL SEARCH
By POC
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 your 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 your 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.
END CHAPTER TWELVE
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possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
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now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.
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of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.
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dispatched to the void.
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By POC
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."
*********************************************************
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.
END CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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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