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