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.



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."



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