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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

    All right reserved.

    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC

					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER ONE  - The best of plans

	"I don't think that's real smart Art.... No, I think your crazy 
man." 'Sharp' Louie sounded worried.

	"And what the fuck if I am crazy Lou? What the fuck then 
huh? Fuck it! I've made up my mind man. This deal is done Lou, 
whether your in or not. It's fucken done man! You got that Lou? You 
fucken got that man?" Art, 'The Mailman' said defiantly and turned 
the nose of the big Cadillac toward the curb then parked. "You don't 
want in, get the fuck out the car man. Ain't no sweat of my balls either 
freaking way. Go on man! Get the fuck out!"

	In all the years that he and Art had been partners Louie had 
never seen him quite so upset. Louie was well aware that he wasn't the 
smartest guy around,  Hell, that's how he'd gotten the nickname 
'Sharp' Louie, but he sure was smart enough to know what Art was 
planning was real crazy. Louie had never been the brains of the outfit 
and most times he just did what ever Art told him to do, but this time 
he felt he had to try and talk Art out of his plan.  "Come on Art...... 
Gee..." Louie apologized. ".... don't be that way man. I don't want to 
get out of the car..... but shit man.... We'll both end up in the East 
river if you work this scam. Nobody gets away with fucking over Raw 
Eddy man. Nobody."

	"Fuck Raw Eddy!" Art extended his middle finger pointing it 
toward the front windshield. "Raw Eddy ain't the poor bastard that's 
got cancer man. Me man! I'm the lucky fuck what's got that shit 
eating out my insides, not him man, me! So screw fucking Raw Eddy 
to hell and fucken back!"

	"Yeah.... I know man, but....." Louie started to argue again 
before Art cut him off.

	"But nothing man. I've thought about this a lot. This is 
probably the only chance I'll have to get my hands on enough money 
to do something about this crap," Art jabbed his thumb toward his 
cancer ridden stomach then angrily stubbed out the butt of the Lucky 
Strike cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. "and I ain't passing it up 
Lou. No fucking way am I passing it up!"

	"Yeah..... but Eddy don't like being chumped, and we're 
talk'un a whole lot of his money here. Remember what he did to 
Frost? And that was for less than a grand." Louie knew how serious 
Eddy was about anybody stealing money from him. Allen Frost had 
skimmed just a little over a grand of the top from one of Eddy's bookie 
joints and Eddy had both of Frost's hands hacked off then had him 
hung upside down in the front window of a retail store where he bled 
to death as a reminder to anyone else even thinking about ripping him 
off. Stealing from Raw Eddy was bad business and Louie was scared, 
but in the end he also knew if Art was really going to go through with 
it, he'd help him.... because him an Art were partners.... no matter 
what they were pals.

	**************************************************

	The two D.E.A. agents sat uncomfortably on straight backed 
wooden chairs, in the shabby three room apartment on the second floor 
of the 'Fenton Arms' hotel. Both men were mindlessly staring out 
through the unwashed living room window at a warehouse located 
directly across the street from the hotel room, and both men were 
bored to spit. For the last three day's they had been staking out the 
warehouse, which was proposed to be the location of a drug deal 
within the next few days, but so far nothing had happened.

	 Stakeout's in general were considered to be 'grunt detail' 
and disliked by everyone, but this particular stakeout was the bottom of 
the pit. For one thing, the information that a drug deal was about to go 
down had come from one of the departments more unreliable sources, 
an informant that went by the name of 'Willie the Weasel', a low life 
snitch who would swear his mother was Hitler in drag if it got him 
twenty bucks. Second, the only reason the department had taken any 
real interest was the Weasel's claim that 'Raw Eddy' Hyde was doing 
the deal, and the department couldn't afford to pass up a chance at 
getting 'Raw Eddy' no matter how slim the prospect was. And third, a 
new departmental policy stipulated that no one on surveillance would 
be allowed to play cards, listen to radio, watch television or even read 
a newspaper was currently in effect. The department felt doing 
anything other than observing was much too distracting and might 
jeopardize the assignment. That policy made a boring assignment even 
worse. 

	"We're on!" One of the agents jumped up and anxiously 
yelled to the other when he spotted a white Cadillac El Dorado pull up 
and park a block away from the entrance to the warehouse. 

	The other agent stood up and retrieved the two way radio 
sitting on the end table. "Bout fucking time. I'll call in for back up." 
He said, thankful for finally having something to do.

	"Hold on!" The first agent said looking through binoculars. 
His comment stopped the second agent from keying the transmitter 
button. "It's only two of Eddy's flunky's. You know, that Sharp Louie 
brain trust and....." He squinted his eyes. "...Art some-thing-or-
another, that dick head they call The Mailman."

	"Well shit! Maybe the Weasel really is on to something this 
time? Want I should call it in anyway, just to get the squad up and on 
their toes?"

	"Naw. Let's wait until something goes down. Don't want to 
queer the deal by pushing in to early. Besides, I'm still not all that 
convinced our mister Weasel ain't just blowing smoke out his ass." He 
pulled the binoculars from his eyes and plopped down on the 
uncomfortable chair to wait once again.

  
	**************************************************

	Louie and Art got out of the Cadillac and walked slowly 
toward the front entrance of the warehouse. Both men nervously 
rubbed under their left armpits momentarily, taking comfort in the feel 
of the automatics cradled inside their shoulder holsters.  

	"I mean it Louie. You let me do all the talking." Art told 
Louie sternly when they approached the door. "I mean it man... Not 
one fucking word out of you or you'll get us both iced. Okay?"

	"Yeah okay Art. I know. I know! I'm not fucking stupid 
man... Shit." Louie was annoyed that Art had repeated to him so many 
times about not saying anything. Christ, he wasn't a fucking idiot. He 
knew how to keep his mouth shut when he had to.

	Art sensed Louie's frustration and said. "Okay man. Be cool. 
It's just that this one's the big one buddy. You know the whole fucking 
enchilada man, so we gotta stay sharp."

	"Like a razor man. Like a fucken Sun Sweet razor." Louie 
answered feeling better.

	Art nodded then knocked on the door. After several seconds a 
voice called out from behind the closed door. "Yeah?"

	"It's me man.... Mailman and Sharp Louie. Open up." Art 
called back to the voice.

	"What the......?" The voice from behind the door questioned, 
then after some noise the door opened about an inch or two and a 
portion of a face appeared. "What the fuck are you two Gumba's doing 
here?" The portion of face asked them.

	"Hi Willie." Louie said to the half face waving his left palm.

	Art nudged Louie in the ribs with his elbow then said. "Eddy 
wanted some insurance and sent us over. Open up."

	"Fuck that!" Willie said. "Eddy didn't say nothing to us."

	"Yeah! So Eddy don't ever fucking make a change in plans. 
Open the fucking door!" Art pushed on the door with his hand, but it 
barely moved with the weight of Willie behind it.

	"Hang on." Willie told Art then he turned his head and yelled 
to someone behind him. "Hey Tony. I got fucking Dumb and Dumber 
out here. They say Eddy sent um over. What the fuck should I do?" 

	"Better let um in." Tony answered. "Either that or hang a 
God damn neon sign out front."

	Willie pulled the door open then immediately shut it behind 
Art and Louie after they entered. "So what the fuck's going on?" Tony 
asked looking directly at Art.

	"It's like I told Willie." Art answered him. "Eddy wanted you 
guy's to have a little insurance in case the grease ball's get cute or 
anything."

	"I don't know." Tony shook his head. "Eddy specifically said 
there was only to be two of us, because the deal was off if we had a 
God damn cluster fuck of fire power hanging around during the 
transaction. I hate this kind of crap!"

	"What the fuck can I tell ya. I don't fucken know? Maybe 
Eddy figured he better cover his bases on a deal this big. Hell, don't 
fucken me. He told us to keep out of sight unless something went 
wrong.  Shit man, I just do what the fuck I'm told that's all." Art 
shrugged his shoulders.

	Tony shook his head. "What the fuck. Okay but you two keep 
the hell outa sight when we make the trade. I don't wanta replay the 
fucking O.K. corral because the grease ball thinks we're setting um up 
or something." He looked around the large, mostly empty room. "Over 
there. Behind those rack's. And stay put unless things go to shit." He 
pointed toward a pair of twelve foot tall wooden storage racks.

	"That's what Eddy wanted." Art responded, not giving Tony 
the satisfaction of feeling like he was in charge. "So when's the deal 
going down?"

	Tony  raised his left wrist and looked down at the face of his 
watch. "About fifteen minutes." He turned toward Willie. "Guess we 
can raise the delivery door, huh."

	Willie nodded then walked toward the back of the warehouse 
where a steel, floor to ceiling accordion truck delivery door was 
located. Willie yanked downward on a chain attached to a pulley and 
the door slowly began to rise. "You two get the fuck outa sight." Tony 
yanked his thumb toward the storage racks. 

	    "It wouldn't bother me one little bit to ice that scum fuck!" 
Art whispered angrily to Louie as both men stepped behind the 
shelving. 

	After several minutes Art slid his .45 automatic out from its 
holster and removed the clip. He inspected  the clip making certain it 
was full, then after replacing it he drew back the gun's slide and 
readied a round into the chamber.

	Louie having watched Art getting his weapon ready followed 
suit and readied his automatic.  His gun however had a round 
previously chambered, and when he pulled back on the slide the shell 
ejected and landed on the concrete giving off a resounding "twing" 
when it hit floor. "Shit!" Louie yelp in a loud whisper scrambling on 
all four's chasing after the rolling bullet.

	"Dip Shit!" Art whispered irritably. Then to relieve his 
frustration he kicked Louie on the ass with the side of his foot. "Get 
the fuck up here!" 

	"Sorry." Louie meekly replied and stood up.

	"Ass hole!" Art whispered as he yanked the gun from Louie's 
fist and chambered a round then handed it back to him. "This is 
cocked and the safety is off, so don't go fucking with it, damn it!"

	"Sorry." Louie said again looking over his automatic and 
feeling dejected.

	"Don't worry boy's, I'll just tell them we got church mice the 
size of fucking Ellis Island around here. Keep the fuck quiet back 
there!" Tony yelled after he heard all the noise.

END CHAPTER ONE


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Subject: Soul Search 2 of 14 Mf MMf oran anal rape
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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

    All right reserved.

    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
					SOUL SEARCH
					By POC
CHAPTER TWO - Family love

	At the precise moment that her uncle's throat was sliced, the 
thin ear to ear laceration began sprouting crimson gushers of blood 
across Karen's face, neck and breasts. It had happened so quickly her 
brain took several seconds to respond. One minute her uncle was on 
top of her, his face askew with passion brought on by the pleasurable 
act he was performing, then the very next moment his face mirrored a 
look of bewilderment as if he didn't understand or couldn't 
comprehend what had occurred as the thin line under his chin 
streamed his life's force from him. That look of astonishment on his 
face only lasted for a second or two before he slumped forward, 
landing heavily across his niece's body.

	"Aaaaa..... Jesus! God... you killed him!" Karen screamed 
frantically as she scrambled to pull herself out from under her uncles 
bleeding body. The dead weight was more than she was able to lift and 
she became panicked. "Get him off! Get him off! Aaaaa...... Get him 
off!"  She was pushing and thrashing around wildly, becoming more 
and more frantic with every passing second in a futile attempt to free 
herself. Then she felt the body being yanked sideways, and even in her 
current frenzied state Karen was intrigued with the eerie feeling of his 
cock, still ridged even in death, sliding out of her vagina as he was 
rolled off of her.

	Immediately upon feeling relief from the weight pinning her 
down the seventeen year old girl leaped off the bed and stood 
screaming and sobbing looking like something out of a Steven King or 
'Friday the thirteenth' movie. She stood nude, her thin but athletic 
tomboy body, cute snub nose, wide pretty brown eyes, long dark hair, 
small firm breasts and incredibly soft lightly furred slit, completely 
covered in fresh blood. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Jesus! God!...... Ohhh..... Ohhh 
God!" She hysterically shrieked looking down at the body that only 
seconds before had been her uncle.

	Rory stood at the foot of the bed still holding the open straight 
razor in his hand. "Shut up Karen! Jesus! He fucking asked for it!" He 
sounded a lot more in control than he really was. He'd never killed 
anyone before and it was a little unsettling to say the least. "He 
fucking asked for it. Yeah, he asked for it." He repeated.

	Karen managed a little composure and looked over toward 
Rory. "What do you mean he asked for it? Jesus Rory..... You killed 
him!" 

	"Yeah.... Well.... Shit! He was fucking you. What the fuck 
was I supposed to do?" He collected himself a little as well.

	"So he was fucking me! Jesus you didn't have to kill him." 
Karen's head was spinning.

	"Jesus Karen! He's your fucking uncle for Christ sake! Don't 
you think it's a little weird for a uncle to fuck his niece? The Bastard 
got what he deserved." Rory was convincing himself he had done the 
right thing.

	"God Damn it Rory! He's been letting us stay in his trailer 
and all. So he wanted a little. I didn't think that was too much to ask. 
You shouldn't of killed him."

	"Yeah! But he's your fucking uncle..... Christ all mighty!"

	"Okay. Okay, but shit my father'd been fucking me ever since 
I was twelve. I told you about that., and shit, we didn't kill my old 
man before we ran away. Jesus Rory.... Uncle Mark wasn't such a bad 
guy."       

	"Not to you maybe, because he wanted to get into your pants, 
but to me, he was a total ass hole. You saw all the crap he made me do 
around here. Shit! I had to practically beg for fucking air to breath. 
Fuck him! He got what he deserved!"  He was still convincing himself.

	"You didn't have to kill him Rory. I don't know why you 
always get so God damn Postal!" Some of the initial shock had worn 
off and she felt a little angry.

	"Well how do you think I felt! I'm supposed to be your 
boyfriend damn it!" His face became flush with rage. "Don't you think 
I knew every time he sent me into town, or out to the God damn barn 
it was so he could get his cock up your snatch! How do you think I felt, 
knowing he was either fucking you every time he kicked me out of the 
God damn trailer! I'll tell you how it felt! It felt like shit! That's how 
it fucking felt!"

	Karen had never seen Rory quite so upset. His outburst and 
disclosure seemed to minimized the anger she had been feeling. That 
anger, which had been primarily generated out of shock, and not out of 
grief over the loss of her uncle, now turned to concern over loosing 
their meal ticket. She really hadn't even known her uncle all that well, 
him having visited only once in the past when she was very young, 
and not seeing him again until just two week's ago when she and Rory 
had shown up at his farm. He had reluctantly taken them in, but after 
only a few day's it became obvious that he and Rory would never get 
along. He had threatened to toss them out, and Karen used the one 
thing available to her, her body, which she knew was what uncle Mark 
had really wanted all along anyway. After that as long as she kept 
uncle Mark sexually satisfied they had a place to stay, and food in 
their mouths, but now Rory had ended that once and for all.            

	"All right. All right. What's done is done." Karen yanked a 
sheet from the bed and swabbed at the blood covering her body. "But 
right now we need to figure out what we're going to do. You really 
screwed this up Rory."

	"I screwed it up!" He yelled. "He was the one doing all the 
fucking screwing." He pointed toward the body of uncle Mark. "Get 
off my back Karen! Remember I was the one that got you away from 
that pervert dad of yours."

	"If you can call the last two months getting away?" She 
turned the sheet looking for a un-soiled area so she could continue 
wiping blood.. "Ever since you got me away, as you put it, we haven't 
done anything but sleep in bus stations and hitch-hike around the 
country. I don't really call that getting me away Rory. The first real 
roof we'd had over our heads in two months was here, and now you've 
hosed that all up!"

	"You fucken bitch!" He gave her the finger. "You fucken 
begged me to get you away from your God damn father. I fucken told 
you I didn't have any shiten money! But you couldn't stand it at home. 
Anything would be better than this, you told me. Well fuck you! I did 
the best I could!"

	"Don't give me the fucking finger you bastard!" She threw 
the bloody sheet at him. "So far I'm the only one putting anything into 
this adventure! Remember that guy at the Lincoln bus station? I was 
the one that had to suck that slimy bastard's cock for twenty bucks so 
we could eat. Right fucking there in the phone booth! In front of God 
and the world! You didn't have to blow the bastard! I did! Oh but 
wait...... I forget.... You did keep lookout so some cop wouldn't catch 
me on my knees with a stiff cock in my mouth. Oh Yeah! I forgot 
that!" She said in a mock-loving voice, placing her hands over her 
heart and feigning lovesickness.

	"Well shit! I told you I'd roll the bastard. You were the one 
that said it would be safer doing it your way. Shit Karen...," His voice 
took on a much more subdued tone. "...you said you'd sucked  your 
father off so many times that doing that guy would be cake.... Shit. I 
don't know."

	"Okay. Okay. Let's chill out." Karen offered Rory a weak 
smile. "I didn't like having my uncle do me anyway. But, we'd better 
figure out what to do now."

       	"Let's just dump the fucking body and hang out here for a 
while. Shit." Rory suggested.

	"I think not." Karen shook her head. "He'll be missed and the 
cops are bound to come around. If they find us here we're screwed. 
No. I think we ought to grab up as much stuff as we can and take off in 
his truck. We can dump his body down the well, and with the truck 
gone they'll just think he went on vacation or something. Yeah. We'll 
be long gone by the time he's discovered." 

	"Okay by me. What ever. But where the hell can we go?" 
Rory agreed. The impact that he had just killed somebody was sinking 
in and he had become a little complacent.

	"Remember that preacher we've been hearing about all over 
the news, maybe we could hang out with him and his bunch for a little 
while." Karen said thoughtfully remembering all the newscasts.

	"What preacher?" Rory asked.

	"You know, the guy down south. The one performing all 
those miracle faith healing's and crap. Remember it's been on the 
news a hundred times. They said so far nobody's been able to prove 
he's a fake or anything. It really seems like he has some kind of divine 
ability or something. Christ, its been on the news for over a week now, 
you been in a fucking closet or what?" Karen was annoyed because she 
knew Rory must have heard about it.

	"Yeah, yeah. I remember something about it. I Guess I didn't 
pay much attention. That kind of shit don't interest me. But why go 
find him? You don't believe in any of that religious crap or nothing." 
Rory shrugged his shoulders. Church stuff didn't do much for him.

	"Maybe I do believe in that religious crap. How the hell 
would you know what I believe. Jesus! But that's not the point anyway. 
According to the news this guy is building up quite a following, and it 
seems to me we might just be able to disappear in the crowd for a 
while.... that's all. And if they take us in at least it'd be a place to 
hang. It's gota be better than bus stations. Okay by you? Unless you've 
got some better idea." Her last words were spoken with sarcasm.

	"Yeah sure. If you want, okay by me. Fuck it." Rory really 
didn't really care where they went anyway.     

	"Okay." Karen said taking a Marlboro cigarette out of the 
pack from the night stand and lighting up. "While I'm washing up you 
burn all these bloody sheets and stuff in the incinerator. If the cop's 
come inside the trailer I don't want them finding anything." 

	After depositing the body of uncle Mark down the two 
hundred foot well shaft, they searched the trailer but didn't find much 
of value with the exception of one hundred and forty two dollars and 
sixty nine cents, a small amount of groceries, and two rings, which 
they might be sell able.

	Karen and Rory got into uncle Mark's nineteen fifty six Ford 
custom cab pickup and headed south.


END CHAPTER TWO


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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

    All right reserved.

    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER THREE - Let's dance

	Art and Louie remained hidden for much longer than the 
scheduled fifteen minutes, and because of the plans to make off with 
the money both of them were starting to get edgy. 

	"What's taking so long Art?' Louie whispered.

	"How the fuck should I know! Maybe the deal's a bust. Fuck I 
don't know! If something don't happen soon I'm fucking lighting up." 
Art whispered back with frustration rolling the unlit smoke between 
his fingers. 

	Just then the well-known sound of an automobile broke the 
silence in the large room as it pulled into the warehouse. The sounds 
of car doors opening, then closing again were heard, then Tony's 
voice. "Yo. Any trouble getting here?"

	A new voice with a rich Italian accent said. "No. No trouble. 
Did you bring the stuff?"

	Tony again. "Willie. Go get the briefcase." There was a short 
pause the Tony continued. "Right here. You got the cash?"

	The Italian voice said. "Anthony!" Then the distinct sound of 
two fingers snapping together could be heard.

	Art dropped the cigarette then squeezed Louie's elbow. "Let's 
dance!" He whispered and stepped out from behind the shelving.
	  
	Art instantly took in the scene. In his line of work you 
couldn't afford the luxury of lengthy scrutinization. The car was a 
large black sedan parked about six feet inside the delivery door. Two 
men, both dressed in dark business suit's stood a few feet in front of 
the car's hood. The taller of two men was thin, with a dark olive 
complexion, and jet black hair combed straight back. The other man 
was heavier set with thinning gray hair, he held a black satchel in his 
left hand. Tony and Willie stood with their back's to Art facing the 
two other men. Tony held a briefcase in his left hand.

	Art's original plan of holding the men at gun point and 
departing with both bag's went to hell-in-a-hand basket the instant he 
exposed himself. The heavy set man upon spotting  Art's automatic 
instantly reached for the revolver tucked in the waistband of his slacks. 

	Tony and Willie being completely unaware that Art and 
Louie had come out of hiding, saw the heavy set man's movement as 
one hostel toward them and both men reached for their weapons. 

	A deafening mussel blast echoed from behind Art and small 
black hole appeared in the forehead of the heavy set man. The .45 
caliber slug from Louie's automatic exited out the back of the heavy 
set man's head taking half of his skull with it, depositing blood, bone 
fragments and brain matter onto the roof and  windshield of the dark 
sedan.

	The thin man yanked a sawed-off 12 gauge shotgun from 
behind his back and  quickly fired a round toward Art and Louie just 
before turning to run toward the back of the large sedan.. The 12 
gauge blast went wide and ripped through Willie's left arm, jaggedly 
severing it at the elbow. Willie collapsed to the concrete gripping at 
the wounded stump while blood splattered wildly from the damaged 
artery.      

	Tony was confused seemingly hearing gun fire coming from 
all around him. He jumped to his left trying to avoid the shotgun, 
while firing several rounds toward the thin man. All of his shots were 
off target, and only shattered the sedan's windshield and sent small 
concrete dust clouds into the air.

 	Just at the moment that Art squeezed the trigger on his 
automatic, firing at the retreating back of the thin man seeking cover, 
was precisely when Tony decided to leap to his left. The bullet 
destined for the thin man ripped into the back of Tony's head, exiting 
with his entire forehead, killing him instantly.

	Louie fired twice more taking down the thin man with two 
well placed shots in-between the shoulder blades. 

	The silence following the gun fire was almost spooky, only 
low agonizing moan's from Willie who was still rolling around on the 
blood covered concrete invaded the quite. Louie kneeled down over 
Willie, then removing his belt, he used it as a tourniquet on Willie's 
forearm. Art in the mean while went about making sure everyone else 
was dead and collecting the deal bag's before lighting a cigarette.

*********************************************************

	The two D.E.A. agents heard the gun fire at exactly the same 
time. "Son-of-a-bitch!" The one looking out the window uttered.

	"Fucking-a. Let's go!" The second agent yelled, yanking his 
revolver out of its holster.

	"I fucking hate it when this un-planned shit happens." The 
first agent shouted to the second as they leaped three steps at a time 
down the stairwell.

	"I'll take the back! You cover the front." The second agent 
called over his shoulder to the first once they hit the street, then he 
sprinted toward the rear of the building. 

	"I'll call for backup!" The first agent shouted, then pulling 
the Motorola two-way from his back pocket he keyed the mike to 
called in. "Sitting Trivalent one.... Sitting Trivalent one... Shots 
fired... I repeat.. Shots fired. Officer needs back up... I repeat ...  Shots 
fired. Officer needs back-up." 	  	

	 
*********************************************************

	If Louie hadn't been kneeling over Willie he would never 
have noticed the D.E.A. agent's attempt at sneaking inside the truck 
entry door then toward the back of the large sedan. But Louie was 
kneeling over Willie,, and he did see him, and without any hesitation 
Louie fired his colt three time's sending three slugs directly into the 
second agent's chest. The department strongly suggested agent's wear 
bullet proof vests even when on stakeouts, but that was a suggestion 
most agent's elected to ignore and the second agent was thrown 
backward several feet with the impact of the heavy rounds, and was 
dead even before he hit the ground.

	"What the.....!" Art dropped down onto one knee swinging 
his gun from right to left.

	"I guess there was another one." Louie told Art. "He was 
trying to take cover behind the car."

	"Are there any more?" Art asked keeping the automatic in the 
ready position.

	"Don't know." Louie answered. "Guess there could be. That 
one came from outside." 
	
	Art got up and stubbed the cigarette out with his toe before he 
made his way to the truck doorway. With extreme caution he looked 
up and down the roadway outside the building. It was clear in both 
directions with very little available for anybody to hide behind. "Looks 
clear to me. Grab the bag's and let's get the hell outa here." He told 
Louie.

	"What about Willie?" Louie asked.

	"Nothing we can do about him. Come on let's skip out the 
back and walk around. If anybody reported hearing gun shots the heat 
will be here any minute." Art waved Louie to follow him.

	Just as they approached the Cadillac the first D.E.A. agent 
having found the front door locked and having heard additional gun 
shots was running toward the back of the building when he spotted  
Art and Louie. He was still several feet away from the Cadillac and 
having nothing available for cover he did the only thing possible. 
"DEA! Drop your weapons! Now! Your under arrest!" He tried to yell 
with authority in his voice.

	Art fired his automatic hitting the agent in the ribcage with 
his first shot and missing with the next two. The agent was twisted 
sideways then slammed into the side of the brick building. He slumped 
down  and just before un-conscienceness from shock overtook him he 
thought. "I fucking knew I hated  this un-planned shit when it 
happens."

	"Let's go!" Art yelled to Louie as he bolted around the Caddie 
and slipped into the drivers seat.

	Louie opened the rear door and threw both bag's onto the 
back seat, then he climbed into the passenger seat just as Art screeched 
the front tires and pulled away from the curb.

	"Where we going Art?" Louie asked after they settled into the 
normal flow of traffic.

	"Texas." Art answered.

	"Texas?" Louie asked it like a question.

	"Yeah Texas." Art said nodding his head. "I heard they got 
some big time hospitals and doctors in Texas. Maybe they can do 
something about this." He indicated his cancerous stomach area, then 
lit up a Lucky and enjoyed the first peaceful smoke he'd had in hour's. 

END CHAPTER THREE 


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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

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    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER FOUR - Lose one gain two

	Karen and Rory stood by the side of the road looking at the 
fifty six Ford pick-up. It's hood was up and steam was bellowing past 
the radiator cap and around the intake manifold. "Piece of shit!" Rory 
said offering his middle finger in a obscene gesture to the steaming 
engine. "Fucking piece of shit!" He said again kicking the left front 
fender.

	"Well that'll do a lot of good." Karen offered sarcastically.

	"It does me some fucking good!" Rory replied kicking the 
fender again.

	Karen looked around. They had traveled a few hundred miles 
from the farm and were stranded on a long vacant stretch of little used 
highway leading out of Tennessee and into Arkansas. The narrow two 
lane, pothole'd highway was straight, flat and deserted in both 
direction for as far as Karen could see. Very few people still used this 
old stretch of road after the new expressway had been built. "This is 
one hell of a place to break down. I can't see anything.... anywhere." 
She said shading her eyes with her hand and looking around.

	"No fucking shit Sherlock!" Rory answered giving the truck 
another kick. "Piece of God damn shit! What the fuck did I ever do to 
deserve this?" 

	Karen knew his last question had been rhetorical so she 
didn't bother to answer it. Instead she asked. "Do you think you can 
fix it?"

	Rory shook his head. "No fucking way. See that steam 
coming out of the intake? Well that means we blew a head gasket. And 
as if that isn't bad enough, the God damn engine froze up just before 
the gasket went because of overheating." He looked up and down the 
highway.  "Jesus Christ, we've got to be a hundred fucking miles from 
anywhere. Piece of fucking shit!" He kicked the truck again, this time 
he managed a fare sized dent in the fender.

	"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" Karen asked, more 
to herself than Rory.

	"How the fuck should I know! Your the one that wanted to go 
see that fucking preacher!" Rory answered with exasperation in his 
voice. 

	"Don't go getting all pissy with me! I didn't break the God 
damn thing!" Rory was really starting to get on her nerves. If she had 
it to do all over again she would have found someone else to help her 
run away. She knew at seventeen she wouldn't last long on the streets 
alone, what with cops, pimps, gangs and all, but looking back on it 
Rory wouldn't have been her first choice by far, but he had been the 
first guy actually willing to leave town with her, and  he did have a 
car, or so she thought at the time. It wasn't until the night they 
actually left she had learned the car really belonged to Rory's 
roommate, and  they would have to take a Greyhound bus out of town. 
If she hadn't already stolen that money from her father, or sent that 
letter to the newspaper about how her father had been sexually abusing 
her over the years so he'd get into trouble, she would have told Rory to 
take a hike right then and there. But she had taken the money and she 
had sent the letter, so now with no other alternative she Grayhound'd 
her ass out of town with him like it or not.
	'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'Rory is a royal pain.' She 
walked to the passenger side of the truck and grabbed a cold beer out 
of the cooler. She popped the top then took a long icy swallow, before 
lighting up a Marlboro.

	"Hey. Grab me one of those, will ya." He yelled over the 
trucks hood.

	"What? Did the truck blow out your leg along with the 
gasket?" She sarcastically yelled back.

	"Jesus Christ! Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" He 
said angrily, then opening the drivers side door he leaned across the 
bench seat and yanked a beer from the cooler himself.       

	   Karen sipped at her beer remembering how she had worked 
Rory into helping her run away. How she had let him make out with 
her. Let him feel her breasts and even rub over her crouch a little bit 
before pushing his hand away. How that one time she had allowed him 
to believe she had gotten a little drunk and he had so skillfully 
maneuvered her into the back seat of his car, and so cleverly slipped 
down her underwear, then had fucked her thinking he had planned 
and manipulated her into submission. Yeah right! She had played him 
like a drum, giving him just enough to keep his interest and wanting 
more. Now watching him guzzle beer she wondered if it had even been 
worth the effort of spreading her legs. She drew in on the cigarette 
filling her lungs before exhaling.

	"Shit we can't walk from here." Rory finally said between 
swallows of beer. "Guess we'll just have to wait until somebody comes 
along. Hell, I don't know what else to fucking do."

	"It could be a real long wait. I haven't seen anybody on this 
road sense we've been on it. But what the hay." She tossed her empty 
beer can out into the vacant field and reached for a full one. "Least we 
got cigarettes and beer." 

*********************************************************

	Art and Louie had not taken much time in the city before 
leaving, having only stopped briefly to pick-up some personal items at 
each of their apartments, with a little time for  inspection of the 
contents of the bags. One bag contained several key's of cocaine, and a 
smaller amount of heroine, while the other held close to half a million 
dollars in medium too small bills. Looking at the money, both men felt 
they had finally hit the jack-pot, even Louie's original concerns 
vanished after seeing that much money.

	They were driving south on the interstate just four hours out 
of New York City when they heard the first news broadcast covering 
the shoot out on the car radio. The news report stated that earlier that 
day there had been what appeared to be a mob related, drug deal gone 
bad, shooting out that left four men dead and two other's wounded. 
The police also reported that at least one of the men found dead was a 
D.E.A. officer. The shoot out had taken place in an abandoned 
warehouse that the D.E.A. had been staking out and at least one other 
D.E.A. officer was reportedly found wounded, but should make a full 
recovery. All other's involved, three dead and one seriously wounded, 
were known to have long time mob and drug connections. Two 
additional men seen near the warehouse at the time of the shootings 
were spotted driving away in a two or three year old white Cadillac 
with New York license plates and  were currently being looked for by 
the authorities. 

	After listening to the news report Louie said. "Gee Art. 
Sounds like Willie made it, huh. They said they found two guy's 
wounded."

	"Fuck Willie!" Art answered. "That only means, Raw Eddy 
will be after us along with the cops." He pressed a little harder on the 
gas pedal trying to put as much distance between them and the city as 
he could.

*********************************************************

	It was just a little before dusk. Karen and Rory had been 
waiting for over eight hours and no one had come along. They didn't 
even have the luxury of listening to a radio, because there was only a 
oblong hole where the auto radio should have been. It was as if the rest 
of the world had just gone away. Both Karen and Rory were on edge 
and snapped at each other over even the smallest of things.

	After several beers and a full pack of cigarettes Karen was 
even annoyed at Rory's ability to take a leak. He would just unzipped 
his fly, pull out his pecker and let go. She on the other hand was 
forced to pull down her jeans, squat down, pull and hold out her 
underwear away from her crouch, pray that nothing bit her on the ass, 
all the while attempting to keep from soiling her jeans or stepping in 
the puddle when she finished. 

	Karen was relieving her bladder and saw the car coming in 
their direction long before she could hear it. It started as a small speck 
on the horizon then slowly turned into a white spot and finally into the 
almost recognizable shape of a automobile. "A car's coming." She 
called to Rory as she pulled up her jeans and pointed up the road.

	Rory jumped out of the truck and looked to where she was 
pointing. Far off in the distance he could just barely recognize a car 
moving in their direction. "Okay." He said excitedly. "When it gets 
close enough you flag it down. If things go right we'll be driving outa 
here with some money in our pockets."
	
	"What do you mean if things go right?" Karen thought she 
understood him but she wanted to make sure.

	"This time we do it my way." He informed her. "No sir... this 
time you ain't going to blow some guy for a lousy twenty bucks and a 
ride into town. I don't give a shit who's in that fucking car, I intend on 
driving away in it..... along with any money I find. I'm sick of this 
shit!"

	"You better think about it. Car jacking and robbery is big 
time." Karen didn't care about the people in the car but she didn't feel 
comfortable doing what Rory proposed, especially after the amount of 
beer Rory had consumed.

	"And killing your uncle isn't big time! Screw that, I'm doing 
it! When the car pulls over you just make sure you keep who's ever in 
it busy so I can get behind them. I don't plan on killing anyone, but I 
sure as hell will if I have to. I ain't spending another minute out here." 
Karen knew he was absolutely serious. Then he added. "Don't fuck 
this up! I mean it!"

	"Don't you either," She answered. "being all liquered up and 
all."

*********************************************************

 	Art and Louie had been driving for three days stopping only 
once at a off-the-beaten-track motel. After the first day Art got of the 
interstate and took the much less traveled road's and highways 
heading south.  While on the interstate Art had noticed a Trooper, 
parked on a on-ramp that had quickly snapped on his overhead 
flashing lights and attempted to get behind the caddy. Had it not been 
for heavy traffic he would have caught them. Art assumed there must 
be an all points bulletin out on any white Cadillac with New York 
plates and the Trooper may even had made their plates and concluded 
they were heading south. He became a little concerned about road 
blocks but so far they hadn't run in to any.

	Art noticed the vehicle parked on the side of the roadway 
long before Louie said. "Hey, looks like a stalled car up there, the hood 
is up."

	"Yeah I see it." Art answered. "Looks like a couple of people 
standing next to it." He eased up on the accelerator allowing the big 
car to slow down. "I think I'll stop and pick um up. The police are 
looking for two guy in a white Caddy, maybe a couple of extra body's 
will throw them off. Especially out here in hick world USA."

	"Yeah Art. That sounds like a real good idea." Louie 
confirmed.  

	As they approached Art saw what looked to be a young 
woman or girl step out onto the pavement flagging them down by 
waving her arms. He pulled over and parked several feet behind the 
pick-up truck.

	Although he didn't expect any trouble from a stranded pair of 
kids, out of sheer habit he pulled his automatic from under the seat 
and slipped it into his waistband next to the small of his back. 
Grabbing his jacket from the back seat he slipped it while getting out 
of the car.

	"Car trouble?" He called walking toward Karen and Rory.

	"Yeah." Karen called back. "We've been here all day. Thanks 
for stopping."

	"Sure thing. Wouldn't leave anybody stuck in a hell hole like 
this." Art said looking around as he quickly sized up the couple. The 
woman was between sixteen and nineteen years old, hard to tell a kid's 
age theses days, long straight dark hair, five foot two or three, young 
hard body, sexy and attractive. The man was in his very early twenties, 
around six feet tall and looked like someone that could have belonged 
in a street gang, short cropped bleached blond hair, large hoop 
earrings in both ears, poor quality tattoo of a skull on the left side of 
his neck, and several indistinguishable homemade tattoos across his 
knuckles. 'A real punk.' Art thought to himself.

	"So what's wrong?" Art asked as Louie caught up to him.

	"Engine froze up." Rory answered flatly.

	"Hi." Louie said nodding his head.

	"Hi." Karen returned Louie's greeting.

	"Well, having the motor gone is a real pisser all right. Guess 
you'll have to take a lift with us." Art answered but his mind was 
really on the Ohio license plates on the truck. Some states have special 
plate letter's differentiating trucks from passenger car's but Ohio 
wasn't one of them and Art wanted the truck plates for the Caddy, he 
just didn't know exactly how to go about getting them. He couldn't 
just ask for them, the kid's would get suspicious and the Caddy would 
be as hot as ever. He could always ice the two of them, but leaving 
dead body's laying around everywhere was never a good idea. Oh hell, 
he'd  try and think of something.

	Rory had watched the white Cadillac pull up and stop behind 
the truck. His heart picked up pace a little in anticipation of carrying 
out his plans for the car jacking and he hoped Karen wouldn't screw 
up the gig, she could be so God damn flaky. He carefully looked over 
the men that had gotten out of the car. Both were middle aged soft 
bodied business suit types and didn't look as if they would be any 
trouble for him at all. The first man to get out of the car was about five 
foot six or seven inches tall with a narrow thin frame and probably 
weighed out at a hundred and twenty pounds ringing wet. The second 
man was larger in both height and bulk at around six foot and two 
hundred plus pounds, but he sported a fare sized beer belly and didn't 
look like he would be very quick on his feet. 'No.' Rory thought to 
himself. 'These two crackers wouldn't be any trouble at all.'

	Karen's pulse quickened and she took a hasty intake of breath 
when the man stepped out of the car. For one brief moment she 
thought it was her father. All the fear and shame she had suffered over 
the years living with her father cascaded through her mind and body. 
'Yes daddy I'll be good. Please daddy don't hit me. Please daddy, I'll 
be daddy's good little girl. Daddy's good girl will do whatever daddy 
want's her to do. Oh! But that hurts me daddy.' Then as he came 
closer she realized it really wasn't her father at all, but rather just 
someone with the same thin build, height and stride. She relaxed 
letting the old fear's seep away.   
		   
	   Rory flashed Karen a quick sideways glance and she knew 
he wanted her to distract the good Samaritan's so he could do what 
ever it was he planned on doing. She still felt a little guilty but they 
did need a car and screw the two old farts anyway, especially the one 
that looked like her dad. He deserved to get rolled just for looking like 
him. She stepped toward her left drawing both men's eyes with her, as 
she said in her most alluring voice. "I can't begin to tell you how 
much I appreciate your stopping and helping us out. If there's... 
anything ... I can do to repay you please don't hesitate to ask." She 
placed just the right amount of emphasis on the word anything.

	Rory made his move. His young muscular body stepped in 
behind Art, and his left arm quickly drove up under the shorter man's 
chin as his right hand snared the straight razor from his back pocket 
and expertly flipped it open then brought the exposed blade up against 
the man's out-stretched throat, all within a single movement. "Don't 
do anything cute or I'll cut your fucking throat man! All I want is your 
money and your car! That's all!" Rory told Art in a snarled voice. 
"Now tell your friend to get down flat on his stomach and spread his 
arms and legs out! Tell him now man! Tell him!" He pressed the blade 
a little tighter against Art's neck.

	"Do like he say's Louie. Get down." Art attempted to talk in a 
anxious voice, although he wasn't really fearful. Hell, he'd had 
professionals make try's at him in the past, this was just some punk 
fucking kid, but he wanted the little punk to believe he was frightened 
just to keep the little shit from doing anything out of anxiety.

	Louie dropped to the ground without hesitation and Art felt 
the blade at his throat relax just a little. Just as soon as Rory's hand 
relaxed, almost as if it had been scripted in some adventure movie, Art 
quickly brought his left arm up driving his hand upward and under the 
razor's cutting edge causing the sharp blade to slice deeply into the 
back of his hand. In that same movement Art forcibly drove his right 
elbow into the mid-section of  Rory sending a loud "wosh" of air past 
the young man's lips and doubling him over levering his body's 
weight onto Art. Art's next movements were almost cat like as he 
pushed outward against the razor imbedded in his left hand 
catapulting it off to the side, then slouching down he spun around on 
the ball of his left foot, and used his right hand to yank the automatic 
out of his waistband and deliver two .45 caliber rounds directly into 
Rory's stomach from less than two inches away. Rory immediately 
crumbled to the ground, and began rolling from left to right, obviously 
in severe pain and just as obviously was bleeding to death. Art stripped 
off his jacket and quickly wrapped it around his wounded left hand. 
"Punk!" He said kicking Rory in the ribs.

	Everything had occurred so quickly it wasn't until Rory was 
on the ground with blood oozing out from between the fingers 
covering his stomach that Karen even realize he had been shot. "Rory! 
Oh Shit! Rory!" She cried out running over to where he lay moaning 
in agony. "Oh God!" She screamed touching Rory's face. "You shot 
him! You bastard! You shot him!"

	"What do you think he was doing to me? Asking for hug's?" 
Art said wrapping the jacket even tighter around his hand.

	Karen looked up and said through tear streaked eyes. "He 
wasn't going to hurt you. All he wanted was your car. He wouldn't of 
hurt you. Why? Oh God why?"

	"Fuck that little lady." Art answered casually. "If you ask 
someone to dance, you'd damn well better make sure you can follow 
the music. How bout you girl? You were going to let that little fuck 
just cut my throat even after I stopped to help and all. Your not as 
stupid as your boyfriend there are you? Huh? Stand up!"

	"Screw you!" Karen said defiantly.

	"Get her up here Louie." Art told Louie who had gotten back 
onto his feet the moment Art had made the first move toward the 
razor.

	Louie walked over and roughly yanked Karen to her feet. 
"Hold her Louie. I want to make sure she isn't hiding any surprises 
like snot nose down there." Rory had stopped thrashing around and lay 
still.

	   Louie pinned Karen's arms behind her back and Art, using 
his good hand felt along the girl's side's for any type of weapon, then 
slipping his hand under her shirt he ran it up along her flat stomach 
and over her bra-less breasts. Karen yanked and pulled violently but 
she was being held much to firmly by Louie to free her self. "Fucking 
pervert!" She screamed as Art squeezed and pinched her orbs, then 
she looked into his face and felt his eyes burning into her. The red hue 
from the setting sun cast a sinister pall over his face, and fear replaced 
anger.

	"This little cunt sure has got some great fucking tits." Art told 
Louie as he fondled the girl. Then he said to Karen. "Got to make sure 
you ain't hiding nothing anywhere else." And he moved his hand 
between her legs rubbing forward and back over her mound.

	This latest feeling of fear for her life dispelled most of the 
initial shock brought on by Rory getting shot and stopped Karen from 
any farther struggling. She realized any effort fighting back would not 
only be futile, but could enrage the man even more then he was. She 
remained completely complacent while he continued feeling her up, 
spending time rubbing between her legs, then moving his hand under 
her shirt to her breasts. Karen knew she was in real trouble, these men 
were certainly not normal average business men, they were something 
quite different, and something much more dangerous. She sensed these 
men had the capability of killing her without a second thought, and as 
effortlessly as they had executed Rory. The only difference between her 
and Rory was, with the amount of attention the smaller man was 
lavishing on her breasts and other private parts, they would surely rape 
her before killing her. She felt her knees buckle with fright, and only 
the big man holding her up kept her from falling. Perspiration seeped 
out from under her armpits and she felt she might wet her pants at any 
moment. Drawing deep from within herself she called upon the one 
weapon in her arsenal.... sex.

	She managed enough breath to plead. "Don't hurt me. Please 
don't hurt me. You want me don't you? I could be nice to you..... if 
you don't hurt me..... I'll be real nice to you. I'll do whatever you 
want. Just don't hurt me."

	Art stopped feeling the girl and asked Louie. "What do you 
say Lou. Should we let her be nice to us?"

	"I sure wouldn't mind knocking off a little piece of that." 
Louie answered.

	Art deliberately took his time unbuttoning her blouse, not an 
easy task one handed, then he pulled it apart exposing the girl's 
breasts. Her breasts were small and hard standing proudly off her 
chest, with dark pointed nipples and extra large light brown circular 
aureole's. "You do got a great set of tits there all right, honey." He 
said squeezing the right one. "But you ain't got nothing to bargain 
with." He reached down between her legs and squeezed her mound so 
hard she winced with pain. "If I want this pussy I'll just take it. Your 
mine to fuck if I want it."

	"I know.... but.... " Karen could hardly speak. ".... but... it'd 
be a lot more fun if I were willing. I could.... I could really show you a 
good time. You'd have a lot more fun if I were willing."

	"We'll see." He said releasing his grip. "Lou, go pull the car 
up. She ain't going anywhere. Are you honey?"

	Louie released his hold on Karen and she immediately 
dropped down to one knee then slowly struggled back up to her feet a 
bit wobbly. "No sir." She said quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."

	Louie drove the Caddy alongside the truck and Art ushered 
Karen into the back seat. After opening the trunk Art selected a clean 
tee-shirt from his suitcase and re-bandaged his hand, then he tossed 
the bloody suit jacket off to one side. He had Louie deposit the body of 
the now deceased Rory into the trunk then had him switch license 
plates. Louie used the Caddy to push the truck across the highway into 
a deep ravine where it would be difficult to spot from the road unless 
you were looking for it. Then with Louie driving Art climbed into the 
back seat with Karen.

END CHAPTER FOUR


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    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

    All right reserved.

    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER FIVE - Two for the road

	"Hey Lou. Hand me that whisky bottle, will ya.." Art 
requested of Louie from the back seat. He had unwrapped his hand and 
was examining the damage made by the razor. Louie reached across 
the seat and handed the bottle of Jack Daniel's to Art 

	Art opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of amber 
liquid onto the tee-shirt substituting as a bandage before he re-wrapped 
the hand.

	"How's it look?" Louie asked glancing at Art in the rear view 
mirror.

	Art took several long pulls on the bottle before answering. 
"Ya know, I remember an old cowboy movie I saw once as a kid. It 
stared this tough ass cowboy by the name of Lash Laroo. Well in this 
movie old Lash gets plugged in the shoulder with a Colt .44, and when 
his sidekick asked him how he was doing he simply answered 'Ain't 
nothing but a flesh wound Pard.' Well, this ain't nothing but a flesh 
wound." 

	Karen sat scrunched up in one corner of the back seat 
considering her situation for the hundredth time. She felt that for the 
moment she was probably safe but after these men had their way with 
her it would be undoubtedly be different. The realization struck her 
that even now that all initial shock had worn off she didn't feel a great 
deal of remorse over Rory's death. Her indifferent feelings about Rory 
was a little puzzling and she wasn't sure if it were due to her current 
concern for her own life, or because he hadn't meant that much to her 
in the first place. She remembered the man named Art calling Rory a 
punk, and after two months with him she probably felt the same way 
about him. Rory was big and looked real tough, but all the while they 
were on the road he hadn't done Jack shit. She had been the one to get 
what little money they could scrounge, and it was her, out of sheer 
desperation that had asked her uncle to take them in. Yeah, she 
concluded she had lost a lot of feelings for Rory and that was why she 
was so indifferent.

	She took a sideways glance at Art, from profile he resembled 
her father even more than before, and that was very unsettling. 
Memories of her father was the one thing she couldn't deal with. 
Through sheer will power alone she managed to push those images 
and thoughts aside knowing how important it was she concentrate on 
her current dilemma.

 	From overheard scrapes of conversations between Art and the 
other man called Louie, Karen had pieced together that they must have 
done some kind of a robbery in New York City and that the police 
were currently looking for them. That robbery had netted them a great 
deal of money which was tucked away inside two brief cases in the 
trunk with Rory's body. She had gotten that information when Art 
verbally chastised Louie for getting Rory's blood all over the money 
bags.
 
	She felt the odds of staying alive were much better if she 
could keep these men sexually interested in her. A lot of women 
believed the way to a man's heart was his stomach, Karen knew, from 
experience it was actually through his cock. She had learned, and used 
to her advantage, the fact of most women only willing to suck a man's 
cock before marriage. After marriage, putting a cock into one's mouth 
had suddenly become something disgusting only whores did. Karen 
knew most married men wanted, and would go to great lengths to get a 
blow job and she'd taken advantage of that by sucking men's cocks when 
it could get her something she needed. One such a man had been her 
high school math teacher. He was married to a typical, 'that filthy 
thing ain't going into my mouth' wife, and when Karen desperately 
needed a passing grade she had sucked him off right under his class 
desk after class. Not only had she gotten the grade she needed but nice 
gifts whenever they went to some out of town motel for an hour or two 
of fucking and sucking. It was during one of theses motel sessions that 
Karen for the first time had the opportunity to watch a real porno 
movie. That movie furnish Karen a worthy education in the art of 
great cock sucking. Karen decided to take full advantage of that 
education in her current predicament. She also knew most guy's loved 
listening to a woman talk like slut during sex. The more a woman used 
words such as cock, cunt, pussy, suck, dick, fuck me, and so on, the 
more turned on the guy became. Although, very few woman ever used 
the "C" word.

	She turned to her left looking at Art. "Want me to suck your 
weenie?" She asked in a sultry voice.

	"Huh?" Art looked over at her confused.

	"Your hand look's like it hurts. Maybe if I sucked you off it'd 
take some of the pain away. I'll give you some of the best head you 
ever had." She ran her tongue seductively over her lips.

	"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you? So kind of little whore 
or something?" Art wrinkled his nose.

	"No I'm not!" She answered him defiantly. "I'm just a girl 
that want's to stay alive. I'm so scared I could pee my pants right now. 
Back there I told you I'd be nice to you if you didn't hurt me. So far 
you haven't hurt me and I'm just keeping to my end of the bargain. I 
know most men like women to talk slutty to them when they..... well 
you know. Listen, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me. Here, 
I'll show you how willing I am." She opened her shirt exposing her 
breasts. "Remember, you said you liked my tits. Well, here look at 
them. Do you still like um?"

	"Yeah! Shit! I still like um." He said reaching over and 
pinching her nipple with his good hand. "What's your name, and how 
the hell old are you anyway."

	"Karen and I'm seventeen..... I'm not a... a virgin though.... " 
She attempted to look shy. ".. but I'm close to one. Rory..... you know 
that guy you.... well you know. He's the only one that ever had me... 
and... and I only let him do it a couple of  times... it's so... you know... 
so personal and all."

	"Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my 
cock, now your telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, 
I don't know. It's fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen year 
old kid doing out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with dumb-fuck 
no one anyway?" Art took a little time hefting her globes feeling their 
weight.

	Karen's voice took on the quality of young adolescent 
innocents. "He was just some guy that helped me get away from home. 
My mom died a few years ago," she bit down on her lower lip. "and 
when I turned seventeen, that was three months ago, my dad came into 
my room and told me that at seventeen a girl turns into a woman, and 
that her father should be the first to take her. He told me that was so 
she wouldn't be lured away by the first young stud with a hard on. 
Well....He.... He tried to rape me." She paused momentarily as if 
recalling a horrid incident then continued. "But he was pretty drunk 
that night and I managed to get away from him. After that I ran away. 
I couldn't stand the thought of my own father.... you know.... doing it 
to me." She paused again, took a deep breath then continued. "We.. 
me and Rory were on our way to hook up with that evangelist preacher 
guy down in Arkansas.... that... ah.. Reverent Bishop or something 
like that, you know that guy they've been talking so much about on the 
radio, the one that's been healing all those people. well... then the 
truck broke down and here I am." As she told him the fabricated story 
she reached into her jeans pocket and took out two elastic hair bands. 
She parted her hair and tied two equally sized pony tails each one 
banded just above her ear's. She knew how much men lusted after 
young girls, and Karen in pony tails, (were it not for her well 
developed breasts), looked like she could be twelve or thirteen years 
old.

	"Jesus!" Art said almost astounded. "If it wasn't for theses tits 
of yours I swear you were a fucking kid. Shit! How big are these 
baby's anyway?' He asked hefting her breasts one at a time again.

	"Thirty two or thirty three B.... maybe C. I've never worn a 
bra, so I'm not really sure. Some girls develop a lot earlier than others. 
They were almost this big when I was twelve." She paused and took 
his hand into hers and squeezed it gently, then looking directly into 
his eyes  with as much sincerity as she could fake she said  "So.... do 
you want me to give you that blow job?" She noticed a tent forming in 
the crotch of his pants and she knew he was getting turned on.      

	Art really didn't have to think long about it. Playing with her 
tits had gotten him hard and she was a sexy little thing. "Yeah! You 
bet!. Come on baby and play the old skin flute. You'll have to get it 
out of my pants though, I've only got one good hand." He sat back 
giving her open access to his fly.

	"Yes sir." She said in a timid captive's voice. She slid down 
onto car's floor, kneeling between his legs and with both hands, she 
gently unzipped his pants. He pressed down on the car's floorboard's 
with his feet, raising his ass off the seat and she pulled his pants and 
underwear down to his ankles freeing his stiff cock. She worshipfully 
and tenderly held his cock in her hand feeling it became harder than it 
already had been. As he leaned back on the car cushion she wrapped 
her lips briefly around the tip and licked the underside of the head, just 
as she had seen the woman in the porno movie do. "Oh, yeah baby. 
That's what I needed, some tender affection to my meat. I can't even 
feel my fucking hand anymore. Ahhhh.... Yeah!" Her mouth began to 
engulf more of the object each time she leaned forward until she felt it 
strike on her rear teeth. "Open wider honey, take it all down baby! 
Suck up the whole thing!" He commanded. "MMMrgph!" was her 
only reply as her fingers worked the base of his cock, and aroused his 
balls. She felt the best chance of her surviving was in giving him the 
best blow job of his life, so again, as she had seen the porn star do, she 
drove his cock down into her throat forcing herself to control the 
normal gag response she felt from his cock as it entered. She was 
determined to suck him at least as good as the woman in the movie, 
and her tongue was finally able to wash along his flopping balls and 
her upper lip reached the root of his cock pressing it against his pubic 
hairs. She pumped up and down, three, four times, driving the head of 
his cock into her throat on each down stroke, she paused so she could 
look up and make eye contact with him, then she pumped again. 
"Ungh!, Ungh!, Ungh!," She heard him utter with each massage of her 
mouth. His legs pressed upward, thrusting his cock deeper, and she 
knew his cum was starting to rise from his balls. She pushed her 
mouth downward over his cock as far as she could and let him shoot 
several globs of jism directly down her throat, then very quickly she 
pulled her mouth away and used her hand to jack him off while he 
continued to squirt globular balls of sperm across her face, and into 
her waiting open mouth. When his orgasm was seemingly over she 
gave him another sensation in pleasure, by taking his cock back into 
her mouth and sucking firmly on it milking him of the few extra drops 
left in the tip. He laid back, panting heavily and she could tell by the 
look on his face he was both satisfied and enjoyed seeing his cum 
dripping down her face onto her bare breasts.

	"God damn! Holly fucking shit! Now you know how to suck 
some cock honey!" He finally said between panting breaths.

	Karen climbed up onto the seat and used the bottom of her 
shirt to wipe off her face and breasts. "Oh, thank you sir. I hoped I 
could please you." She answered meekly.

	After Art caught his breath he said questionably. "You sure 
don't blow like no fucken almost virgin kid."

	"Oh yeah. Well... Rory... He made me, you know... watch 
some porno movies. I really didn't want to but.... Well anyway, I 
sucked you like one of the lady's in the movie sucked this guy. I 
wasn't sure if I could do it right or not. But, I guess I did all right 
then. Huh?" She helped him pull his pants back up.

	"Yeah. I'd say you did all right. I think I'll keep you around 
for a while. If you can fuck anything like you can suck, I'd say you 
were a real keeper."

	"I just know you'll like my tight little pussy sir." She said 
placing his hand between her legs.

	"There you go with that filthy mouth again but, yeah. I'll just 
bet I will it." He answered rubbing over her mound vigorously with his 
hand. 

	Louie had quietly remained driving while Karen was blowing 
Art. He had however, adjusted the rear view mirror slightly so he 
could catch a peek of the girl's mouth as it sucking down on Art's 
cock. Now that she was finished he said. "Hey Art. What about me, 
huh?"

	"What about you Louie." Art asked.

	"I want some. It ain't fair if she don't give me some too." 
Louie re-adjusted the mirror so he could see Art's face.

	"Well Shit! It ain't fair!" Art mocked Louie then continued. 
"Christ all mighty, your driving man. I can't drive with this hand. Just 
keep your eyes on the fucking road and your pecker in your pants." Art 
replied.

	"Ain't fair Art. It just ain't fair man." Louie sounded like a 
ten year old.

	"I'd be happy to get him off from the front seat... that is.... if 
you want me to sir." Karen offered. She definitely didn't want the two 
of them arguing over her. Not yet anyway.

	"Okay. But you better not wreck up this car Louie or I'll 
personally cut your fucking pecker off!" Art wasn't really mad he just 
had to remind Louie of things from time to time.

	As Karen scrambled over the seat Art smacked her on the ass. 
"God damn you got a tight ass girl." He smiled.

	Karen flipped up the arm rest separating the drivers seat from 
the passenger seat and leaned over toward Louie. Louie adjusted the 
steering wheel lever so the wheel was up to its full height and Karen's 
head could more easily fit between it and his crotch. Karen unzipped 
his fly and after some difficulty managed to withdraw his cock from 
his pants. It was immediately obvious to her that Louie's cock was 
much larger than Art's, at about seven inches long, and even thicker 
than any she had ever seen before. She stretched her mouth wide and 
managed to suck the large cock head in past her lips. She pushed 
downward struggling to get it all the way back to her throat, but due to 
its large size it became uncomfortable and she only took in as much as 
was physically possible. Because she was unable to take the thick head 
down into her throat she instead used her tongue expertly, lapping 
lightly all around his cock's glands, as she bobbed up and down over 
his thick stiff shaft. Her jaw started to ache from being stretched out so 
far  and she closed her eyes and tried to vacuum an eruption from out 
of his balls by sucking deep and hard. She felt motion building inside 
him and she pressed her head downward against his cock her lips and 
teeth continuing to reach downward for the root of the organ, until the 
head was pressing on the back of her palate. She could tell he was on 
the verge of eruption and a second later hot fluid from the end of his 
cock splashed against the roof of her mouth and over her tongue. He 
moaned with pleasure as he came. "Yeah! Ohooo... Yeah! Suck it you 
little cunt! Suck it all! Aaaa....." She sucked vigorously and swallowed 
as much of his salty sperm as fast as she could, but his ball's were so 
filled, some of the liquid escaped and dribble out of the sides of her 
mouth from around his thick shaft. She thought he would never stop 
cuming. He was like a never ending river of jiz forcing her to swallow 
time and time again, and still he filled he mouth with sperm..... until 
finally he was dry and she could pull her weary, over stretched jaw off 
of his large member.

	She carefully pushed his softening member back into his 
pants and zipped him up, then she climbed over into the back seat.

	"God... What a sweet mouth! Man oh man.... I liked it Art. 
Man I really liked it!" Louie excitedly said.

	"Don't go getting yourself all worked up Lou. You know how 
you get when your all worked up." He advised Louie while indicating 
to Karen he wanted her to unbutton her jeans. 

	Karen obliged and he slipped his good hand under her panties 
feeling her soft downy pussy hairs skim across his palm as his finger 
slid along her crack searching for her womanhood.


END CHAPTER FIVE


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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

    All right reserved.

    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
					SOUL SEARCH
					By POC
CHAPTER SIX - Expensive pussy

	Louie pulled in and parked the car in front of the run down 
motel office as Art had directed him to do. "Go in and get us a room 
Lou. We'll wait out here."

	Louie got out of the car and entered the office. He returned 
several minutes later holding a key.

	The motel was located on the same old highway they had 
been traveling on about fifty or sixty miles from where the truck had 
broken down. Like the highway it hadn't seen much traffic after the 
new inter-state had been put in and had not been kept up. The entire 
place was in need of paint and based on the amount of cars parked it 
the spaces located in front of each room less than a third of the place 
was occupied.

	The locality suited Art just fine, being several miles outside 
the next nearest populated area, and being off the beaten track it would 
give them a place to sleep, something both him and Louie needed. He 
hadn't made up his mind how to deal with Karen yet, knowing if both 
him and Louie went to sleep she'd probably take a powder, but if 
needed he could always tie her to the bed or something. He'd deal with 
that when the time came.

	Louie backed the big car into the space in front of their room 
and shut of the engine. Using some caution because of the body in the 
trunk they took the money bag's as well as their personal luggage into 
the room and locked the door behind them.

	"I think I'll take a shower if it's all right." Karen said to Art.

	"I need to use the bathroom first." Art answered. "I've got to 
clean up this hand and take a piss. Hell, you can help me with both. 
Come on." He took the bottle of whisky and walked into the bathroom.

	Karen followed Art into bathroom and saw he had removed 
the bloody tee-shirt and was running hot water into the basin. After 
testing the water he plunged his wounded hand into the hot water and 
used his finger tips to clean around the damaged area. Surprisingly 
after he was done cleaning and rinsing the laceration didn't look that 
severe, but was very puffy and red all around it.

	"Reach in my back pocket and get the razor your punk 
boyfriend tried to cut me with." Art told Karen.

	After Karen retrieved the razor he said. "Now cut a four inch 
wide strip off that clean towel for a bandage."  Karen cut the strip 
while he poured whiskey over the wound then she helped wrap the 
hand, folding the material under itself to hold it in place.

	"Yeah. That's better. Now help me take that piss." He said 
examining the makeshift bandage.

	Karen was confused about his last request and shrugged her 
shoulders. " Aaa... I don't know.....?"

	"Come on." He cut her off, but his voice was not angry. "Just 
get my pants off then aim my pecker at the bowl. That shit is hard to 
do one handed and I'd much rather have you unzipping my pants than 
Lou."

	"Oh! Okay. Sure." She answered, now understanding. She 
unfastened his belt and pants, then unzipped him. Gripping his pants 
along the hips she pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles 
and he stepped out of them. She lifted the toilet seat then carefully 
took his soft member in her hand and pointed the head toward the 
water in the bowl. A heavy stream of yellow liquid gushed out of his 
cock splashing and mixing with the water. "Aaaaaaa..... Man a good 
piss feels almost as righteous as pussy." He told her while he relieved 
himself.    

	When the flow of urine stopped he said. "Aaaa.. Yeah. That 
feels better. Clean off my dick honey."

	She started to reached for the remnant of  the towel she had 
cut but he stopped her by saying. "No. Not like that. Use you mouth 
baby. Clean it off with your lips." 

	"Oh gee's, that's disgusting." Karen said with distaste in her 
voice.

	"Yeah I know. Get with it. I'm getting turned on." He 
answered flatly.

	Karen could feel his cock hardening in her hand as she 
leaned over and took his member into her mouth. She tasted the few 
bitter drops of urine on her tongue that dribbled out of the head as she 
sucked back a forth several times cleaning him with her mouth.  She 
stood up and asked with arrogance in her tone.  "Satisfied? Can I take 
a shower now?"

	"No point in getting that little snatch of yours all cleaned up 
just to have me get it all dirty again. Come on. I want to knock off a 
piece of ass before going to sleep. Grab my pants. Will ya?" After 
Karen picked up his pants he took her hand and led her into the other 
room.

	Louie was asleep flat on his back on the bed. "Hey Lou. Wake 
up. Get undressed your going to mess up your suit. Come on wake 
up!" Art pushed down several times on Louie's shoulder.

	"Huh? What?" Louie said groggily.	

	"Get undressed man. Your going to fuck up your suit. 
"Besides, I was going to get me a little of this pussy. What do ya say? 
Want some?"

	"Huh? Oh, yeah sure Art. Sure." Louie slowly got off the bed 
and started to undress.

	Art took off his shirt and laid it over the back of the chair 
where Karen had placed his pants then he looked at Karen and winked 
before saying. "Come on honey. Get naked. I'm getting tired."

	Both Art and Louie laid down completely naked on the bed 
and watched Karen while she undressed.

	Karen felt a little self conscience doing a strip in front the two 
men, but if ever the term "life depending on it" ever meant anything, 
certainly this was the situation. She deliberately took her time with   
unbuttoning her shirt, adding some mystery and allure to act before 
tossing it onto the chair. "God damn Louie," Art said resting his head 
on his hands. "I ask you man. Is that a fucking pair of tities or what?"

	"Yeah. Their nice all right Art. Their real nice." Louie 
confirmed.

	Karen unsnapped her jeans then slowly pushed them down 
past her hips, thighs and calves until they were bundled around her 
ankles. She gracefully leaned forward, bending at the waist, affording 
the men a different viewing perspective of her full breasts as she 
stepped out of the jeans. She straightened up and stood motionless for 
several seconds dressed only in her hip hugger panties to tantalize the 
two men before she slipped her thumb's into the waistband of her 
panties to draw them down. As she lowered her panties the realization 
of what theses two men were going to do to her became a reality. Well, 
she told herself you've been fucked before, and for much lower stakes 
than your life. Yes, she would let theses old men take their pleasure 
with her and she would even pretend to enjoy it. If they wanted a 
fucking she'd give them the fuck of their life. She captivatingly 
stepping out of her panties then stood up straight and tall placing her 
hand on her hips giving them a completely unhampered view of her 
entire nakedness. 

	"Look at that little pussy Louie." Art laughed. "Is that the 
cutest little snatch you've ever seen?"

	"She don't have much hair on it does she Art." Louie 
answered.

	"She's young man. It'll fill out when she gets older. I like 
those slick little pussy's anyway." Art said to Louie, then to Karen he 
said. "Turn around honey. Give us a look at your ass."

	Karen smiled down at the men then turned slowly as a model 
might do on a runway. Now with her backside facing them she 
erotically bent forward and stretched her leg's wide then pulled her ass 
cheeks apart. "Hmmm." She heard Art say. "Now that my friend is a 
hard body. A true hot young hard body. Get into bed baby. You got my 
cock so fucking hard it hurts. Get that sweet thing over here."

	She turned and walked to the side of the bed and Art got up. 
"Lou scoot over to the middle of the bed." After Louie did as he 
requested he said. "Okay honey get up on your knees and suck him off, 
I'm going to fuck you from behind."

	Karen took Art's cock into her hand and stroked it a few 
times as she said. "Ohooo... Are you going to put this big thing into 
my little pussy?" Then she looked down as if she were talking directly 
to his cock. "You be gentle with my little hole you big bad hunk, don't 
you hurt me." She squeezed it a little then climbed up onto the bed and 
kneeled down between Louie's out stretched legs. She felt the motion 
of the bed as Art crawled up behind her, then she felt one of his 
fingers running down along her butt crack to her vaginal opening. The 
finger penetrated inside her hole sending a small spasm of electricity 
through her body.

	"Your nice and wet." Art told her after pulling his finger out 
and rubbed vigorously along her clit. Even though Karen was not 
sexually aroused she had learned how to get herself prepared to take a 
man inside of her. Before she learned that trick her father would enter 
her dry leaving her sore and raw for day's. Necessity being the mother 
of invention she could get her juices flowing in even the most 
unpleasant sexual situations such as this.

	"I'm all wet and dripping for you baby. Give it to me! Fuck 
me good! Give me that big cock! Your going to like watching me suck 
your friends cock while your fucking me. Aren't you?" She said as she 
leaned forward and sucked Louie's cock into her mouth.

	"Yeah, I'll like it okay. Are you ready for the fuck of your life 
honey?" Art asked as he pressed his member's head against her 
opening.     

	"Hmmmm..... Yyeeessss." She answered as best she could 
with a mouth full of cock.

	"I can't wait any longer.... Aaaaa.... I need some pussy!" Art 
said and she felt him push into her. She pushed back into him drawing 
him completely into her, then she pressed her vaginal muscles around 
his shaft squeezing and caressing his cock.
. 
	 "Ohooo...  Fuck..... Yeah.... Hot box mama..." He yelled 
driving his hips into her ass before taking on a rhythm of pumping 
forward and back.

	He was fucking her harder now, his hips slapping hard 
against her buttocks, and she couldn't help but feel the raw, carnal 
sexuality of what he was doing to her. She found it difficult to keep her 
mouth sliding smoothly up and down along Louie's cock with Art 
pounding into her from behind, the cock would slip out of her mouth 
and she had to balance on one hand so she could guide it back in, but 
after a little practice she got the hang of it and was fucking and 
sucking with the best of them.

	Louie reached between her arms and his hands slid up her 
body so he could squash her breasts, his fingers squeezed and twisted 
through the soft, oozing meat. She groaned in pleasure, her tits ached, 
feeling like utters on a milking machine. 

	Her ass was humping back and forth under Art's power, his 
hands jerked her back and his hips slammed her forward and she was 
grunting constantly now, in time to his hard thrusts. Her eyes were 
closed and she sucked steadily and passionately on the cock in her 
mouth and she felt her body humming with pleasure and heat in spite 
of herself. Then, with one hand on her shoulder, Art shifted his other 
hand down her belly, stroking roughly, and he slid his fingers down 
between her legs. She felt a single finger pressing against the top of 
her slit, pressing against her clitty, shoving it against his pistoning 
cock. She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed across her 
clitoris with terrible strength as his finger mashed it down. She gave a 
short muffled cry, almost loosing the cock in her mouth and She 
shuddered, then groaned, her chest locked tightly as her body blasted 
into the most powerful, massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She 
arched up and gurgled helplessly, around the cock in her mouth and 
became overwhelmed by the sheets of crackling sexual lightning that 
tore through her quivering frame. 

	Louie intensified the squeezing and pinching of her soft flesh 
with heated passion and she knew he was close to coming. She pulled 
her mouth off of Louie's cock and started to jack him off vigorously 
with her hand and yelled. "Ohoooo.... Yes! Give it to me! Give it 
all to me! I want to feel and taste your hot cum! I want all of it! 
Aaaaaa..... YES! Give it to me!". 

	Louie moaned. "Ohoooo.... Aaaaaa..." and she quickly put her 
mouth over his squirting member drinking down as much of his 
jizzum as she could, knowing a lot of it escaped and landed around his 
balls and groin.

	Art yelled, "Ungh, Ugh Aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK 
FUCK", as he sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel his 
sperm gushing up into her, spraying into the depths of her belly. "Oh 
yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it bitch! Take my cum! I'm 
shooting' it up your cunt! I'm gonna drown you in my juice!" He 
groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his balls up 
inside her pussy. Her vagina squeezed and sucked on his cock, 
draining him dry as he eased his frantic movements. He sighed and 
was still, his heat drained along with his balls. He hugged her tightly 
for long moments, licking at the side of her neck watching as she 
continued pumping her mouth over Louie's cock hungrily drinking 
down his load. 

	After Louie finished coming Art pulled his cock out and 
rolled to the side, letting Karen sink down on top of Louie's body as 
the flood inside her vagina tickled down her ass onto the inside of her 
thighs.

	Karen layed panting heavily, her head resting on Louie's mid-
section for several seconds before rolling off of him. She was amazed 
that she had experienced such an intense orgasm given the situation, 
but accepted and even enjoying it she remained still between the two 
men almost occupied with the sexual satisfaction.

	"I'm going to get some shut eye." Art said rolling onto his 
side. "You just keep your sweet little behind between us honey. If you 
get up I'll beat your ass good."

	"I wanted to take a shower!" Karen argued.

	"Fuck that!" Art answered. "Shower later! Right now I need 
some sleep!"

	"Shit!" Karen commented disgustingly.

	Karen turned onto her side knowing any farther argument 
would be fruitless and decided she might as well get some rest herself. 

	It was perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later, Art's breathing 
was steady and rhythmic in slumber and Karen was just at the twilight 
stage of dozing when she was startled to alertness by something 
probing in-between her legs from behind. It took her several seconds 
to realize the probing was from Louie's cock attempting to enter her.

	"Are you already looking for more Louie?" She asked turning 
her head over her shoulder.

	"Yeah." He answered quietly. "Can I have some?"

	"Come on I'll help." She told him as she reached down 
between her legs and taking his hot
shaft in her hand she pressed it to just the right place, hunching 
herself upward to aid his entrance into her vagina.

	Once the head was past her nether lips he pushed forward 
stretching and filling her more than ever before with his huge cock. 
"Ohooo..." She moaned. "You are a big fella aren't you. Aaaa...."

	He didn't answer her as the intruder made its way deeper and 
deeper into her moist opening, and Karen pushed herself backward 
toward him as he began moving in and out of her. He moved more 
quickly, hunching forward into her and driving most of his length into 
her with each lunge. Karen stared at Art's sleeping back, her mouth 
opened wide, amazed at the sensations flooding her. The earlier 
orgasm she had experienced seemed to intensify her need for a second 
one, she wanted to cum. She raised her hand toward her chest as she 
became comfortable with the motion of their hunching bodies, still 
supporting herself with her elbow she began pinching her nipples. She 
tightened and released her vaginal muscles, stroking the huge shaft 
that slid between her lips. Each time she fucked back at him the head 
of his huge cock would press more firmly against her cervix, but she 
came to accept and enjoy the pounding that he was giving her, 
wanting and even needing to feel him slamming against the opening 
of her womb. Then, Karen felt an explosion within her that came 
without warning. The force of it jerked her ass forward and back with 
such force that she swore it would wake up Art. Her head pressed 
down hard into the pillow, her elbow pressed upward, her breasts 
nipples tingled with excitement from her finger tips and she felt him 
continue ramming into her sending every nerve in her body to be 
charged at once, then the extreme pleasure of the manhood within her 
was eclipsed by the eruption of orgasmic tremors which coursed 
through her from head to foot. She shook, trembled, and was only 
barely able to resist screaming out loud as wave after wave of pleasure 
exploded within her. Then Louie grunted several times, "Uagg.... 
Uagg... Uaggg... Uaggg.... ," in rhythm with his jerking penis as it 
pumped load after load of hot sperm into her writhing young body and 
he pulled her back against him hard, releasing the flood from his balls.

	She relaxed, and after a few minutes she felt Louie's cock 
soften and finally slip out of her. "Hummm....You were really good 
Louie." She whispered over her shoulder. "I really got off on your big 
cock."

	"Aaaa.... Oh.... Aaa... Yeah thanks. You were good too. I 
liked it." He whispered back seemingly to be at a loss for words. 
Nobody had ever told him he was good at anything, and certainly 
never about  fucking. But then mostly he had only been with 
prostitutes.

	Karen played sympathetic to his uneasiness and whispered. 
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Louie. I just think a person should be 
told if their good at something."

	"Aaa.. Yeah. Well your good too.... Real good. And I mean 
real good. I... I ain't never had no one like you before.... Aaa... You 
know, someone I ain't paid for and all. I think I'd like to marry 
somebody like you someday." Louie confessed.

	"Well isn't that sweet." She rolled onto her other side and 
gave Louie a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Louie that's a very nice 
complement You really know how to talk to a girl."

	"Auaa gee... Not really. Your just easy to talk to is all." He 
was obviously embarrassed again.

	Karen propped herself up on one elbow and looking down at 
Louie she said. "I've really got to take a pee. Do you think it'd be okay 
if I went to the bathroom?"

	"Aaa... I don't know. Art said you was to stay here." Louie 
reminded her.

	"Come on Louie." She argued. "You don't want me to wet the 
bed do you? How can it hurt? It'll just take me a second to take a leak. 
Besides Art's sound asleep he'll never even know. I've really got to go 
bad."

	"Well.... I guess it'll be okay. But you hurry back I don't want 
Art getting mad or nothing."

	"Sure thing." She whispered giving him a kiss on the 
forehead as she crawled over his body.

	Once in the bathroom Karen lowered the toilet seat and 
relieved her bladder. She didn't have much of a plan but it was her 
experience that most men dozed off immediately after having sex. It 
seemed to her the male sleep gland was closely related to the amount 
of cum in their balls. Full balls- awake, empty balls- time to sleep. At 
least that was the way it seemed to her.

	She soaked the towel she had cut up earlier in some warm 
water and cleaned herself up. Her face, breasts, and all in-between her 
legs was covered with sticky cum due to the little orgy she and the 
boy's had previously experienced. She also wanted to give good old 
Louie some time to fall asleep. If her empty ball's theory were correct 
Louie should be knocked out at any time now.

	She waited half expecting Louie to come looking for her, but 
after fifteen minutes or so, and not hearing anything she cautiously 
stepped out of the bathroom. She was pleasantly rewarded with finding 
both men fast asleep. Louie had taken up an annoying snoring sound 
that was music to the girl's ears. 

	She quickly got dressed and was just about to leave when she 
remembered the bag's of money. Carefully opening both bag's she 
discovered one of them contained what looked like drugs and she left 
it behind. The other, full of money she took with her.   

	It was full on dark outside as Karen hurried down the road. 
The bag was heavy but it was the salvation she needed and worth the 
strain of carrying it. She didn't want to take the car, not with a dead 
body in the trunk but, she did regret forgetting the car key's. Well, it 
was to late now and she wouldn't press her luck by returning. She 
didn't expect Art or Louie to wake up for quite a while but, She'd 
make sure to walk where she couldn't be spotted from the road just in 
case. She knew all to well, the dire consequences of Art finding her 
now, after taking all his money.
	
	She hummed to herself thinking she was assuredly the most 
expensive piece of ass either of those boy's had ever laid.

END CHAPTER SIX



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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
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    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
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    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

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    	SOUL SEARCH (c) 1996 - POC
					SOUL SEARCH
					By POC
CHAPTER SEVEN - New woman

	Art woke up a little before eleven p.m. He groggily threw his 
legs over the side of the bed and rubbed sleep out of his eyes. Looking 
around he saw Louie still asleep snoring away. It seemed something 
was missing, he wasn't sure of what it was but...... The girl! Karen 
where the fuck was the girl?

	He ran to the bathroom and found it vacant. "Shit!" He told 
himself running back to wake Louie.

	"Louie get the fuck up!" He slapped Louie across the face. 
"Where the fuck is the girl? Get the fuck up!"

	Louie jumped upright, startled from the slap. "Waa... 
Huh....?" He mouthed still half asleep.

	"The girl! Where in the fuck is the girl?" Art was almost 
beside himself.

	"The girl...?" It took Louie a few seconds to get the meaning 
of what Art was asking. "Oh. The girl. Ain't she here?"

	"No she ain't here! Look the fuck around and you'll see she 
ain't here. Jesus Christ I can't count on you to do anything right!" Art 
was one of those people that always needed someone else to blame.

	"Aaaa... I didn't know I was supposed to watch her Art. You 
never said nothing about watching her." Louie looked hurt.

	"Yeah well...." Art wasn't exactly sure how Louie was at 
fault, but he was sure he was none-the-less. "You should have waken 
up when she got out of the fucking bed. Shit she was right in-between 
us."

	Louie wasn't sure if Karen had ever gotten back into bed after 
he let her go to the bathroom, but he knew better than to mention 
anything about that to Art. "Gee... I don't know Art...."

	"Shit! The car!" Art ran to the front window and looked out 
between the drapes. "It's Okay. It's still there. Christ for a moment I 
thought the little cunt took off with the car. Come on let's get dressed 
and find the bitch." 

	After both men had dressed Art said. "Grab the bag's and 
let's get after her. No telling how far she's fucking gotten. We've got 
to dump that body too. If that little whore goes to the police I don't 
want that body anywhere near us."

	When Louie went to get the bag's he noticed the one 
containing the money was gone. He looked around but knew the girl 
must have taken it. "Aaa... Art." He said with fear in his voice. He 
didn't like having to tell Art about the bag. "The bag with the money 
ain't here."

	"What!" Art spun around facing Louie.

	"It's not here. It look's like she might have taken it with her." 
Louie said solemnly.

	"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Art yelled. "That little bitch whore. How 
in the fuck did she even know about the money. Shit! I knew I should 
of iced her God damn ass! Jesus Christ! Come on... I want my fucking 
money back!"

	They got into the car and headed south toward the town of 
Silver Dollar City.

*********************************************************

  	Karen entered the town of Silver Dollar City, Arkansas at 
around nine thirty p.m. She took four hundred dollars worth of 
twenty's out of the black bag and stuffed them into her jeans. She 
found a drug store open until ten and purchased a luggage bag, hair 
brush, lipstick, tooth brush, tooth paste, eye liner pencil, mascara, and 
purse.

	In the alley next to the drug store she transferred the money 
from the black satchel into the luggage bag, before tossing the satchel 
into the trash bin. The other items she had just purchased along with 
what was left of the four hundred she put into her new purse. 

	She knew she had to get out of Silver Dollar City, it would be 
the first place Art and Louie would look for her, but she hadn't 
decided where she should go yet. Her dilemma was almost the same as 
when she left home, a young girl out on her own likely to be stopped 
by the police, only this time it was a girl with a lot of money at least. 
One thing she needed to do was to buy some clothes that made her 
look older, and maybe even get her hair styled in a older fashion, but 
first she needed to eat something.

	She found a all night diner and ordered a cheeseburger, fries 
and Coke. When the waitress took her order she said. "How old are 
you honey? You know there's a curfew for kid's under eighteen after 
ten at night."

	"Yeah I know." Karen answered. "I'm over eighteen. I just 
look young is all."

	"I'll bet looking as young as you do feels like a curse now, but 
believe me it'll be a blessing when your my age." The waitress 
laughed.

	"Yeah. I guess so." Karen smiled back.

	When the waitress brought her order Karen asked. "Oh. 
Excuse me. Do you happen to know the name of the town just south of 
here. You know the one just down the highway."

	"You must mean Blue Eye. It's about fifty miles down the 
road or so." The waitress answered.

	"Yes, that's it. Now I remember Blue Eye. Thank you." 
Karen plunged into the cheeseburger like she hadn't eaten in day's, 
which she hadn't. 

	After she finished the burger Karen asked the waitress about 
a public phone.

	"Sorry." The waitress told her. "We don't have one in here. 
The closest one is down by Mitchell's market. About three blocks from 
here."

	"Oh. Darn." Karen replied disappointedly.

	"Come on honey." The waitress said. "You can use the one 
back here. I'm not supposed to let anybody use it.. but, hell there ain't 
nobody here. Come on."

	Karen got up and walked behind the counter to where a wall 
phone was mounted. "Do you happen to have a phone book?" Karen 
asked.

	"Yeah sure. Here." The waitress reached under the counter 
and handed Karen a local phone book.

	After locating the number for a local cab company Karen 
called and asked to be picked up in front of the diner. 

	Karen had just finished her fries and Coke when the cab 
pulled up at the curb. She reached into her purse and took out six 
twenty dollar bills and placed them on the counter.

	"Hey! Honey!" The waitress called after her as she was 
leaving. "Wait! You left a lot of money on the counter here."

	"I know.' Karen called over her shoulder. "Buy yourself 
something nice. You deserve it. Bye." and she hurried out to the 
waiting cab.

	"I.... I.... Wow... Thanks!" Was all the waitress could think to 
say.

	Karen jumped into the back seat of the cab and the driver 
asked in a heavy accent she couldn't recognize. "Vhere to?"

	"Blue Eye." She answered.

	"The town?" The cabby questioned looking over his shoulder 
at Karen. "That be over sixty gosh darn miles. You sure you vant to 
yake a cab?"

	"Yeah. I'm sure. My daddy gave me the money for cab fair. 
He felt I would be safer going by cab." She answered matter-of-factly.

	"Okey-dokey. You got um kit." And he pushed down on the 
timer flag then pulled away from the curb.
*********************************************************

	Art and Louie drove slowly looking carefully on both sides of 
the roadway for any sign of Karen and their money. Not finding her on 
the road, after arriving in Silver Dollar City they searched the bus 
depot, the one small airport, which was closed, the train station and 
several all night diners. Everything had come up empty.

	"Well, we're fucked!" Art almost spat the word's out he was 
so angry.

	"Yeah. I guess." Louie agreed.

	"Christ! We've got to find a way to unload that dope. It'll 
bring a sizable sum if we can find the right guy to sell it to. Problem is 
who the fuck do we know in this area. And if we try to unload it back 
home Eddy will have our nuts. Shit!" Art said mindfully.

	"Aaaa... Art. What about that preacher guy?" Louie asked.

	"What the fuck preacher guy?" Art couldn't understand how 
Louie could jump from talking about selling drugs to a preacher.

	"You know. That preacher the girl told us about. The healing 
guy." Louie looked thoughtful.

	"Yeah. So what the fuck about the preacher guy! You don't 
think that little cunt still plans on going there do you? That's the last 
fucking place we'll ever find her little money stealing ass!" Art was 
frustrated.

	"No.... No not for that Art. I just thought.. Well... Maybe... 
You know... that preacher could heal you. You know. Make you well 
and all. Then the money wouldn't be so important." Louie was much 
more concerned for his friend not having the money to pay for a cure 
than he was over the loss of the money itself.

	"Holly fucking shit! You can't be serious! You don't really 
believe there's such a thing as divine healing do you? How fucking 
dumb are you anyway?" Art shook his head in bewilderment.

	"Well... I don't know...." Louie was hurt by Art's words.

	"But going down to that preacher guy may not be such a bad 
idea after all." Art rubbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger 
of his good hand. "Guy's like him usually draw a big out of town 
crowd and a lot of um are only looking for way's to cash in. We just 
might be able to make a connection for the drugs without having to 
worry about any local's. Hell it's worth a try."

	"Yeah. It's worth a try." Louie agreed as always.

	"Tomorrow we'll find out where in the fuck this preacher is 
at and pay him a visit." Art said starting up the car.

*********************************************************

  	It was just past one in the morning that the cab Karen was in 
arrived at Blue Eye. "Okay. Ve're here." The cabby talked loud 
enough to wake Karen, who had fallen asleep ten minutes outside of 
Sliver Dollar City. "Vere to now?" He asked.

	"Oh... Aaaa... The bus station. My dad is supposed to meet 
me there. Do you know where that is?' Karen was still groggy.

	"Yau sure. Be there in a flash ah." He turned sharply to the 
left obviously heading into the main part of town.

	"Here ya be kit." The cabby said pulling over in front of a 
small Gray Hound bus station.

	"Thanks." Karen said reading the large amount displayed on 
the cab's meter. She took enough money out of her purse to cover the 
fair and included a sixty dollar tip. "Here." She handed the money 
over the seat to the driver.

	"You bechum Kit. Thank you." He said looking over the 
money she had handed him.

	Karen carried her bag into the well lighted bus station and sat 
down. She would have to wait until morning before making any real 
plans, but waiting in bus stations was something she had grown 
accustomed to.

	Karen spent the rest of the night dozing off and on while 
seated on the unconfortable hardwood bench inside the Bus station. 
At around seven in the morning a few people began wandering in and 
she went in search of something to eat. Finding a small diner a few 
blocks down from the bus station she enjoyed a leisurely breakfast.

	She spent the next two hours window shopping while she 
waited for the retail stores to open at nine, then the next couple of 
hour's she spent doing something she had never done before, clothes 
shopping in one of the more exclusive department stores in Blue Eye.

	    She found the new experience of trying on dresses, slacks, 
blouses, and skirts in the fitting room very enjoyable. After making her 
selections, clothes that should make her look older, she accessorized 
with nylons, panty hose, slips, and underwear, including some bra's, it 
just wouldn't do to have her nipples so plainly outlined under her 
clothing every time it got cold out.

	 After purchasing an expensive suitcase to store the new 
clothes, she made an appointment at a hair salon. She used the time 
waiting  for her appointment by getting a manicure and nail polish. 
When the stylist was ready for her, Karen requested her hair be cut 
and styled like that of Gillian Anderson, the star of the television 
series "The X-Files", a particularly favorite program of hers and one 
apparently so popular the stylist indicated she'd had several similar 
requests in the past.

	After the hair make over Karen used the salon bathroom to 
change clothes and apply some facial makeup. She almost bounded out 
of the bathroom with a youthful, athletic energy. Dressed in slim, 
black slacks, a colorful Versace blouse, and a well-tailored Richard 
Tyler blazer, she looked more like a runway model than the run-away 
kid, which she was. The complete package came across as sensuous 
and brooding, just the look she had attempted to achieve. As she 
moved, her new fashionably cut hair moved with her, as if she was 
always walking into the wind. 

	The entire company of women in the salon were stunned to 
silence when Karen emerged from the bathroom. The stylist that had 
cut Karen's hair stepped away from the patron she was currently 
servicing and walked up to Karen. "My God honey!" She said with 
admiration. "You look great! If I had known, I would have taken a 
before and after picture to hang on my mirror. If women even thought 
they could look half as good as you do after coming in here, I'd triple 
my business. You really look sharp!"

	"Thank you." Karen blushed. "I owe it all to your great hair 
styling skills."  

	As Karen left the salon she heard two of the patron's request 
hair style changes to the one 'that girl' has, referring to Karen. She 
smiled to herself thinking having money was great. 

	She walked back to the bus station and rented a locker to 
store her suitcase and luggage bag then located a jewelry store and 
purchased an expensive wrist watch, diamond pendant mounted on a 
gold chain, and a six thousand dollar wedding-engagement band set. 

	After retrieving her luggage she called a taxi from the bus 
station and had the driver take her to the most expensive hotel in Blue 
Eye.

	She turned the heads on most of the men in the hotel as she 
walked across the lobby toward the front desk. Her large, brown eyes 
sparkled in the reflection of the crystal chandelier above as she 
scanned the room. She felt better about herself than she ever had. It 
wasn't the raw sex these men that watched her walk by wanted from 
her, it was something more, it was allure, charm, mystery, the woman 
herself. She didn't kid herself, it was obvious they all wanted to bed 
her, but not like it had been in the past, just pussy. She felt like a 
woman, and she liked the feeling.

	"Room please." She told the desk clerk, with Donald 
embossed on his name tag, in her most sophisticated voice.

	"Name please." He asked unable to take his eyes off her, and 
fumbled with his hands under the counter bringing up a record book.

	"Hmm... I'm afraid I don't have a reservation Donald. My 
stop in Blue Eye was.... How should I say.... Umm... unscheduled. I 
dearly hope that's not to terribly inconvenient for you." She smiled 
warmly at him tilting her head slightly to one side.

	"Aaa... No. I'm sure we can arrange something." He smiled 
back feeling self important. "If you'll just sign the guest register 
Miss....."

	"Mrs. Mrs. Veronica Valentine." She boldly signed the name 
in the register.   

	"Thank you." He said after she finished writing. "May I put 
the room on your credit card?"

	Karen chuckled pleasantly. "I find credit cards can be so.... so 
revealing. There are times I prefer to deal in cash. I'm sure you 
understand." She smiled again, this time seductively.
	
	"The hotel really requires a credit card Mrs. Valentine. I'm 
sorry." He looked genuinely disappointed.

	"Oh I fully understand." Karen pursed her lips captivatingly 
as she reached into her handbag. "Perhaps you'd be so kind to secure 
this in the hotel safe for me. Just to insure I don't walk away with any 
of the hotel's towels or linens or anything." She placed ten thousand 
dollars on the counter.

	"Aaaa.... That isn't the reason Mrs. Valentine. It's... Well. 
Never mind.  I'd be more than happy to put this in the safe for you." 
He said picking up the money. He filled out a receipt after counting the 
hundred dollar bills then handed it to Karen before ringing a small 
bell sitting on the counter.

	After several seconds a bell-hop walked up and the desk clerk 
handed him a key. "Please show Mrs. Valentine to room six thirty 
three." Then to Karen he said. "If there's anything you require please 
don't hesitate to notify the front desk. Enjoy your stay at the 
Baltimore."

	"Thank you Donald. I'm confident I will." She gave him a 
seductive wink. "Oh. I'll carry the small bag. Thank you." She said to 
the bell-hop. The bell-hop nodded and picked up her suitcase leaving 
the luggage bag for her.

	"This way miss." The bell-hop said holding his open palm 
toward the elevators.

	Karen lay reclined in a hot tub of water in the luxurious hotel 
room. The scented water felt luscious on her naked body, caressing 
every curve, melting away past stress and hardships. She was enjoying 
her new found maturity and wealth and only casually contemplated her 
next move. With the money had come freedom.... With the new hair 
style and makeup had come maturity. She could do anything or go 
anywhere she wanted. A feeling of mastery over her life had also come 
with the money. And that mastery insured the next time a man had her 
it would be on her terms. It would be because she wanted it, and not 
for any other reason. She would dominate. She would control. She 
would demand. She would require a minimum of an hour's foreplay, 
then and only then would she even consider allowing him any 
satisfaction.    

	After bathing she sat with nothing other than a bath towel 
wrapped around her body. She hadn't thought to purchase a bathrobe, 
something she would most certainly do later on.  She lit a cigarette 
and drew in heavily on the tobacco filling her lungs, then exhaled 
sending a plume of smoke into the air. Out of curiosity more than 
anything else Karen picked up the phone and rang the front desk.

	"Good afternoon Mrs. Valentine, front desk, how may I help 
you?" The phone voice she recognized as Donald asked.

	"Yes, Good afternoon. Would you kindly have a bottle of your 
best Chardonnay and a bowl of fresh fruit sent up to my room please." 
She told the voice.

	"Certainly Mrs. Valentine. I'll send it straight away."

	"Thank you Donald." She hung up. 

	About twenty minutes later there was a faint knock on the 
door. "Restaurant room service." A voice called through the closed 
door.

	Karen checked the towel covering her as she went to open the 
door.

	"Good afternoon ma'am," the waiter said, as he rolled in a 
cart. "It looks like it's going to be a beautiful evening." He smiled as 
he opened the lid of a silver tray revealing fresh cut cantaloupe, 
strawberries, grapes, apples and orange slices. If he had taken notice 
of Karen, dressed only in a towel he gave no indication of it and 
mechanically transferred the silver tray, and ice filled bucket with the 
wine bottle onto the top of the chiffonier. Turning slightly to his left so 
he could look at Karen he asked. "May I open the wine ma'am?"

	"Yes. Please." Karen smiled up at him pleasantly.

	He pulled the bottle from the ice then withdrawing a folded 
corkscrew from his pocked he expertly cut around the seal before 
withdrawing the cork. He carefully filled about a third of a wine glass 
and handed it to Karen before replacing the bottle in ice.

	He waited expectantly for Karen to take a sip of the wine. 

	Karen realizing what he was waiting for, took a small sip 
then nodded her head. "Is there anything better than a fine wine?" She 
asked the waiter not expecting a response. "It always reminds me of 
romantic dinners."

	"It always reminds me of my poor head the day after." The 
waiter joked, as he moved toward the door. If that will be all 
ma'am...... " He left the sentence trailing.

	"Yes. Thank you." Karen said.

	He was turning the knob on the door when Karen suddenly 
remembered she should tip him. "Oh! Wait!" Karen called out as she 
jumped to her feet moving toward her purse in the bedroom. The bath 
towel unraveled at the top of her breasts momentarily exposing her 
before she managed to catch it. This time the waiter took notice. His 
eyes widened and he stood all but frozen following Karen with his eyes 
as she quickly disappeared into the bedroom.

	When Karen returned she had re-established the bath towel 
and  was clutching a twenty dollar bill in her hand. "Here." She smiled 
holding the bill out to the waiter.  "Thank you."

	The waiter took the bill then said. "It should be I thanking 
you."  He nodded then left the room.

	"Au what the hell.... Cheap thrill." Karen said to herself 
picking up the wine glass and taking another sip.

	She relaxed eating grapes and sipping wine considering 
where she should go. She had rejected the places that first came to 
mind, southern California, New York, Boston... they all seemed so... 
so pedestrian. She wasn't sure if some form of identification was 
required or not to take a plane to Hawaii, but it made the top of her 
list. Then a thought struck her, of all the places she could go, she felt 
an adrenaline rush thinking about carrying through with her original 
plan of finding the preacher. The excitement about that plan was the 
fact that she had told Art about going there. Would he remember? If 
he did she didn't think he or Louie could recognize her, not with her 
new look, and what a melodrama thrill it would be to see those two 
pitiful loser's, but this time with her in full control. Yes. That was 
exactly what she would do before going to Hawaii. Just the thought 
titillated her. 
 
END CHAPTER SEVEN   



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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

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    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

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					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC

CHAPTER EIGHT- Collections

	The sextet of gospel singers had just finished singing a 
stirring rendition of  "Are you walking with Jesus?"..... then for 
exactly two seconds all lighting was extinguished, plunging the entire 
area into total darkness.  After the two seconds of pitch blackness, 
colored floodlights came on one at a time, illuminating three foot 
diameter circles in radiant red's, blues and greens. The reverend 
Earnest Bishop bound from behind floor to ceiling dark purple velvet 
drapes onto the makeshift dais, his entrance had been precisely 
arranged and rehearsed to insure maximum impact on the large crowd 
seated inside the huge tent. He was impressive with his tall slender 
frame of six foot six inches, draped in a long flowing black silk robe as 
he took drawn-out, accentuated strides across the wooden platform 
toward the pulpit.

	"I WALK WITH JESUS!" He bellowed out in his deep 
resounding voice now made even more imposing than normal as it 
boomed out from the several six foot tall strategically arranged 
speakers through out the tent.

	"YES! I WALK WITH JESUS!" The speakers rang out once 
again, then just as his last stride carried him to the pulpit he cried out. 
"AND I ABRADE WITH JESUS!" then he performed a well rehearsed 
movement and dropped down behind the lectern, seeming to vanish 
just before all lighting was extinguished once again. It remained dark 
for only a second, but in that second of blackness Earnest Bishop stood 
up and stretched his arms out wide. A single white spotlight blazed 
upward and focused across his still body flooding him from behind at a 
forty five degree angle thereby casting  a sixty foot high shadow across 
the tent's far wall and ceiling in the form of a cross. Inspirational 
music roared from the speakers for several seconds then slowly faded 
into the background. "AND, I STAND IN THE LIGHT OF OUR 
LORD!" Bishop's voice boomed while his body remained frozen in 
time. "COME! COME STAND WITH ME IN THE BRIGHTNESS 
OF THE LORD!" His arm's moved with a gestured conveying he 
wished the entire parish to rise up onto their feet, and they stood, and 
cheered out in joy as white light after white light turned on flooding 
the tent with illumination and the inspirational music blasted out once 
again, yet even its volume was unable to drown out the roar and 
clamor of good will and gladness vocalize by the throng of 
parishioners.

	"Dear Sisters and Brothers in Christ....." Bishop yelled over 
the crowd and music. "The joy of our being together in the presence of  
our loving savior brings us peace and blessedness. Sit.... Sit... stand 
not in the light of the lord lest ye be he who is cleansed of all 
forsakeness. Sit please." His hand gestures bided them to be seated, 
and they did, and the crowd noise dwindled down to nothingness as 
did the music.

	"I urge you." Bishop waved his arm across the gathering. "Do 
not take this matter of salvation lightly, there is too much at stake for 
your soul. I invite you to pause and reflect on the wrath of our Lord 
God's sword of light upon the wicked!" 

	"For thus saith the Lord God," Bishop yelled out.  "The barrel 
of meal shall not waste, neither shall the cruse of oil fail, until the day 
that the Lord sendeth rain upon the earth."

	"Come now, and let us reason together... saith the Lord: 
though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though 
they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. If ye be willing and 
obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land, but if ye refuse and rebel, ye 
shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of the Lord hath 
spoken it." He paused momentarily looking out over the flock's faces.

	He took on a much more subdued tone of voice when he 
continued. "Only through unselfish giving and loving are we able to 
tether the sword of light. Material things are but the blink of an eye 
upon the calendar of eternity. Competition is ingrained into our society 
and has taught us winners are the ones with the most material 
things..... I say to you NO! Tis not so. This competition has only 
drawn us apart. Think how little we cooperate with each other and 
how competitiveness is creating more losers than winners. Only 
through the unselfish sharing of your soul.... your goods.... your 
body.... can there be room for God!" 

	"Amen!" A voice rang out. "Amen!" Called another, and 
another, until cries of "Amen!" could be heard throughout the crowd.

	Bishop waited until the company quieted down before 
continuing. "Allow me, if you will to recount a story of brother 
Michael Hyde. Brother Michael's work of preaching the gospel had 
inspired him to travel to France and render the Lord's work at a 
L'Arche community in Paris. One of his tasks at the L'Arche was to 
train a developmentally disabled young man named Claude for the 100 
meter sprint in a upcoming Special Olympics. Claude was a strong 
runner, but never ran in a straight line. One day, brother Michael 
became exasperated with Claude and told him clearly that if he did not 
run in a straight line his friend John would win the gold medal. In 
response, Claude replied with great delight 'Wouldn't it be wonderful 
if John won the gold metal?'" He paused. "Now doesn't Claude's 
words take us by surprise? They are so  non-competitive, so naive, and 
so unrealistic and yet so beautiful. In fact, they are in tune with Jesus' 
words in today's gospel about God hiding things from the wise and 
revealing them to little ones. Claude's ingenuous and generous 
response sets us up to listen more carefully to all that Jesus says to us 
today."

	Another chorus of "Amen!" filled the tent.

	Bishop held up his hands for silence. "Most of us would 
rather not be thought of as naive and unrealistic. But being a follower 
of Jesus exposes us to that very criticism. To stand in the Lords light is 
to experience being dismissed and written off as unreal or naive. You 
will be reminded of the real world not functioning this way anytime 
time you discuss topics such as Jesus' sayings about the poor, or his 
words to the rich young man or Jesus' advice about giving away one's 
cloak. Anyone who follows Jesus and takes his words seriously has the 
same experience. It takes faith and courage to hold the line, especially 
when it means being written off, or laughed at. Following Jesus can 
often seem 'difficult' and 'heavy'...... ....but now let's go back to our 
story of Claude.... On the day of the Special Olympics, Claude, as 
expected ran off the track and failed to cross the 100 meter finish line. 
Needless to say he did not metal. But later in the day, quite 
unscheduled Claude wandered over to the shot put area. He took a 
throw and unexpectedly ended up winning the gold metal for shot put. 
Immediately, with delight, Claude rushed to give the metal to his 
friend John. Claude was in no way pretentious about being first or 
best. He showed only a marvelous delight in being able to give a gift to 
a friend. His behavior was a heart warming mix of spontaneity, 
humility and joy."

	After several seconds of silence Bishop sprang to the edge of 
the stage and pointed at several individuals throughout the crowd. 
"YOU! and YOU! and YOU! Divest yourself of Satan's robes. Like 
Claude you to can offer a gift to a friend. This ministry is unable to 
extend the Lords gospel to our friends throughout the world without 
your help. Remember Jesus' words that it is not a kingdom of triumph 
and gold, but one where the King rides a donkey. It's not a kingdom of 
winners and losers, but a kingdom of peace and giving. Where the joy 
is meant for all. When the basket arrives give of your heart..... without 
giving we are lost. The word of this ministry must reach the forlorn.... 
must reach the lost..... You... only you have the power of love and faith 
to make a difference."

	Ushers moved among the gathering distributing wicker 
offering baskets at the end of each aisle. The baskets were passed from 
person to person, each in turn placed some money into it, then were 
collected by an usher at the opposite end of the pew.

	As the baskets moved through the crowd Bishop said. "If we 
know and believe in God's love, it's not because we are wiser or more 
intelligent than others. It's because of God's pure gift, the faith we've 
received and by our giving. Jesus makes clear that he, the Son, has 
been entrusted by the Father with revealing to us the mysteries of 
God's love. And when we find God's words burdensome, then he, 
Jesus, can make our burden light. We need to treasure the Lord's 
invitation. 'Come to me, all you who are weary'. If we are burdened 
down, he promises to give us rest."

	Dramatically Bishop said. "Let's renew our response to Jesus' 
invitation to learn for him in prayer." The conjugation's head's bowed 
in silent prayer, then after several seconds Bishop said. "Lord, lead me 
to those you would have me mentor. In Jesus' name. Amen.", and the 
singers took up the hymn. "Lead me to Jesus."

	During the hymn Bishop looked out on the assemblage. 
Among Bishop's numerous uniquely notable abilities was the ability to 
instantly identify anyone new to one of his sermons, even though the 
tent legally accommodated three hundred people at a time, and his 
ability to detect if a man or woman already belonged to his dark 
master. 

	Without delay he located three people that had never attended 
before, two men and one woman. The two men, one short and thin the 
other larger and heavier than the first stood in the back next to the 
ever present representation of the local sheriff and fire departments. 
Local law enforcement had viewed his ministry with suspicion and to 
this day remained ever vigilant for any excuse to run him out of town. 
So far they had been unsuccessful in finding any impropriety with the 
religious order, including any fraud on his part associated with faith 
healing's and Bishop knew even they, the most skeptical, were 
beginning to believe. The woman was young, attractive, and very 
smartly dressed. She sat at the end of pew twenty row's back from the 
stage, and he had taken notice that when she was presented an offering 
basket she had given a great deal of money. His un-consecrated power 
told him the two men standing in the back had already given their 
soul's to the master. The young woman on the other hand was 
currently indefinite, and was certainly suitable for collection in the 
future, especially being as attractive as she was, but that same power 
told him she could be dangerous. She was a sensitive, and they could 
be trouble. 

	His attention turned toward more current collection matters, a 
smaller assemblage of families seated together in the first two rows of 
pews and he smiled to himself. This particular group of people Bishop 
considered his 'special' following. He had been holding private 
worship sessions over the past four months and had gathered together 
this 'special' collection of men, women and children that now 
numbered fifteen separate households. The extra time and energy  he 
had taken with these members had been well spent. They were 
completely obedient and compliant to his religious cause, but even 
more importantly, they believed in the Reverend Earnest Bishop 
absolutely.  He was considered by them to be the absolute word of God. 
He was their only salvation, and only through his leadership could 
they find true peace. It was this group that had dedicated themselves to 
his cause. They worked tirelessly to bring new sheep to the ministry. 
They organized fund raisers. They ushered the Sunday night sermon's, 
and they would do anything he asked of them. Bishop reveled in his 
power over them. That power and control was his life's blood, 
secondary only to the true enterprise of the ministry itself, that of soul 
acquisition.
	
	His ministry had only been in this town a little over six 
months, but after the first two or three months he had become very 
influential within the community. All the local newspapers, radio and 
television stations covered his ministry's work, especially the faith 
healing for which they could offer no answers or explanations for its 
success. 
	
	His gaze shifted farther across the sanguine face's of his 
special followers, then came to repose on the exquisite features of 
Elizabeth Campbell. Elizabeth was tall and perfectly proportioned, 
with endlessly long legs and flawless ivory skin. She had long, silky 
black hair that framed a gorgeous face with a narrow, aristocratic 
nose, sharp, piercing brown eyes, and full seductive lips. Her breasts 
were large, but not overly so, not enough to make her seem busty. She 
had a narrow waist, flaring hips, and a nice, tight ass. At twenty six 
she moved with a flowing grace that other women twice her age 
envied. She had a perfect smile which, with the slightest movement of 
her eyes could change from conveying amusement to scorn, and 
Bishop wanted her. He had wanted her from the very first time he had 
seen her six months ago when she and her husband Robert had come 
to attend one of his sermons.  
	
	  Elizabeth and Robert had turned to Christ for help in their 
time of need. Robert had lost his well paying job as foreman at the Tri-
City steel mill after it closed the doors and shut down. The closing of 
the mill had a devastating effect on the entire community, having been 
the employer of more than fifty percent of the towns population, but 
was particularly difficult for Richard and Elizabeth because they had 
recently purchased an expensive new home after his last promotion 
and then shortly afterward learned Richard's mother had been 
diagnosed with a debilitating ailment requiring twenty four hour 
nursing care.
	
	Robert was unable to find employment at even half his 
previous salary, he couldn't afford nursing care for his mother any 
longer and that difficult task fell to him and Elisabeth, the township 
real estate market dropped to an all time low with the mill's closure 
making their home un-sellable and they fell behind on the mortgage. 
They both became obsessively depressed and their marriage began to 
fall apart then by chance they found the Reverend Earnest Bishop in 
their search for God.
	
	Bishop had immediately recognized a selfish opportunity for 
himself after talking to the couple and had used his influence in the 
community to get their home refinanced, find employment for 
Richard, and even supply a church member retired nurse to help with 
the care of Richard's ailing mother.

	The Campbell's were only one of several member families he 
had helped out since he had arrived, and he had worked tirelessly 
preparing his 'special' flock for the shearing, and the lovely Mrs. 
Elisabeth Campbell was well over due in the offering of her soul. Yes, 
he had taken his time, but finally he could harvest this latest grain of  
human crop. He had been patient long enough with this woman. He 
hadn't taken nearly as much time with some of the others, but she 
would be worth it.

	The hymn came to a close and he tore his lustful eyes and 
mind away from the attractive young woman and approached the edge 
of the stage. 

	His voice was relaxed and reserved when he said. "I recite 
from Luke chapter eighteen, thirty five through forty three, As Jesus 
approached Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. 
When he heard the crowd going by, he asked what was happening. 
They told him, Jesus of Nazareth is passing by. He called out, Jesus, 
Son of David, have mercy on me! Those who led the way rebuked him 
and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, Son of David, 
have mercy on me! Jesus stopped and ordered the man brought to him. 
When he came near, Jesus asked him, What do you want me to do for 
you?.... Lord, I want to see, he replied. Jesus said to him, receive your 
sight; your faith has healed you. Immediately he received his sight and 
followed Jesus, praising God. When all the people saw it, they also 
praised God." 

	He paused momentarily before continuing. "The blind man 
forgot all about pride and desperately cried out to the Lord. Are you 
like the blind man? Do you display you need fixing? You need to ask 
Jesus, without being pridefull or shamed." 

	Then his voice took on a commanding deep loud resonate 
tone. "I.... the tool of the Master Mechanic Jesus, will be the wrench 
that can repair your body and soul.... Come.... COME TO ME!"

	Several people made their way to the forefront of the stage 
forming a line, some requiring the aid of a family member, crutches or 
wheelchair. The Reverend Earnest Bishop stepped off the stage and 
placed his hands on or around each afflicted individual one at a time, 
taking several minutes with each, to gain an understanding of their 
misfortune, then calling forth the help of Jesus and the Holly spirit 
they seemingly became sound, free from physical pain and original 
affliction. Each 'healing' was received with cries of joy and emotional 
tears of faith by both recipient and the entire on looking crowd, 
driving the noise level inside the tent to a almost ear shattering pitch. 
Little did they know the healing came from a place much darker and 
sinister than the heavenly brightness of the Lord's domain.

	After ten or twelve such divine 'healings' Bishop, now 
covered head to foot with perspiration held his palms upward and 
indicated that the strain was becoming much to difficult to continue, 
and that the healing had come to an end for that evening.

	After the healing ceremony the sheriff's deputy was amazed 
again for the hundredth time. At first he had assumed Bishop was a 
fraud and he had planned to discredit him, but now, four months later, 
he just wasn't all that sure. He was personally familiar with several of 
the people Bishop had 'healed' and they appeared to indeed be 
genuinely healed. He didn't have any explanation for the cure's other 
than faith, so he just waited and watched and made sure that only the 
legal number of followers were allowed access inside the tent at any 
given time, for fire and safety purposes. As news of Bishop's healing 
abilities got around, more and more people, from hundreds of miles 
around wanted in. His job had now become one of crowd control more 
than anything else.      

	The congregation slowly dispersed through the large tent 
opening with most of the attendance  feeling more content than when 
they had entered. The last group to leave were the 'special' band of 
followers and Bishop addressed them individually thanking each for 
their continued help and support. When he got around to the 
Campbell's he asked Elizabeth if she could stop by the following 
evening at around seven to discuss a special need of the church that 
she might be able to fill. Elizabeth was overcome with self-importance 
that he had thought of her and she agreed at once.

	After everyone had left Bishop counted and stacked that 
night's liberal donations, including five thousand dollars bundled 
together and given by the attractive young woman, while he 
contemplated how well everything was going and how unimportant the 
money really was.

END CHAPTER EIGHT




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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
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    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

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					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER NINE - Female bonding

	Art and Louie had arrived in the small town of McNeil 
Arkansas on Friday, two day's prior to the reverend Earnest Bishop 
weekly Sunday sermon. They discovered the reverend held service 
inside a large tent set up a few miles outside of town at a place called 
Magnesia Springs. As it turned out they also found it was impossible 
to get any lodging in McNeil at any price. Bishop had become such a 
big deal all bed's had been previously rented well in advance by people 
hopeful of gaining access to one of Bishop's sermons. 

	On Sunday Art and Louie drove to Magnesia Springs about 
an hour before services were to begin. The place was more of a mad 
house than even McNeil had been, finding a parking space was near to 
impossible, masses of people were congregated outside the tent, 
pushing and shoving one other in order to gain a spot in line that 
would guarantee them a place inside. Only a limited number of people 
were allowed inside due to fire and safety regulation, and that number 
was carefully monitored by local fire and police personnel, all others 
were forced remain outside or go home. 

	Having arrived only an hour early there was not a prayer in 
hell that Art or Louie could gain entrance in any normal civilized 
fashion, so Art directed Louie to push two men into each other causing 
a mild ruckus to break out, then when the Sheriff went to investigate 
both he and Louie slipped into the tent followed by some loud yelling 
of protest by the few people that noticed them sneaking in. Once inside 
it was easy to blend into the crowd when the place started filling up. 
They stood at the back of the tent during the entire sermon, Art 
noticed occasional curious sideways glances from the sheriff standing 
a few people away from them, but the officer didn't question them.

	At one point during the sermon Art almost split a gut when 
Bishop related a stupid story about some retard frog kid with the name 
of Claude. Jesus Christ. What these fucking people wouldn't fall for he 
thought to himself, but the rest was impressive. Bishop had some kind 
of spell he seemed to cast over the crowed. It was almost as if they 
were mesmerized by his voice and stature alone, regardless of the 
content of his words. Bishop's ability to spellbind a crowd even 
effected Art for most of the religious discourse.

	When the revival ended Art and Louie pushed their way 
through the uplifted crowd finally making it out of the tent. Art 
commented to Louie as they skirted through the throng of people in 
the parking lot. "That sucker really puts on a show, don't he?" Art had 
been impressed by the reverend Bishop, but he didn't want Louie to 
know, that could be interpreted as a sign of weakness. 

	"Yeah." Louie answered. "I ain't never seen nothing like that 
before. Man he was really something. At first I couldn't understand all 
those people trying to get in, but after hearing him I can sure see why 
they wanted to."

	"Well I guess we had to see it once anyway, but our business 
is with unloading the shit not with finding religion." Art looked 
around at the people they passed. "I may have been mistaken though, 
none of these hicks look like perspective dealers."

	"Ya know Art....." Louie paused as if he had to force himself 
to continue. "Ah... That healing shit looked real to me man, maybe 
you should......"

	"Should what Louie!" Art cut him off. "Have him heal my 
junkie ass. I ain't buying none of that religious crap. It's all bull shit 
man, for losers."

	"How could it hurt Art? Ya ain't got nothing to lose. Why not 
just try? Huh?" Louie commented trying to sound tough.

	"I'm not going to have any fucking peace around here until I 
see it your way. Am I? I'll think about it. Okay! Now drop it!" Art's 
voice took on a more serious tone when he continued. "I've been 
thinking, maybe we should head over to Little Rock, I heard both the 
Crypt's and Blood's have taken root there, we should be able to deal 
with one or the other of um."

	"Yeah. Okay, but you ain't forgetting about... You know... 
what your thinking about." Louie didn't want Art to forget, it was 
important to him.

	"Fuck! I told you I'd think about it. What the fuck else do you 
want me to do! Shit!" Art threw up his hands in frustration.

	"I want you to think about it Art. That's all. Just think about 
it." Louie ignored Art's angry tone.  

******************************************************

	Karen had arrive in the town of McNeil several day's before 
Art and Louie. Like them she couldn't find any lodging either and was 
forced to stay at a hotel several mile's away in a larger town called 
Fayetteville. She made one attempt at renting a car through the hotel 
she was staying at, but when they insisted on seeing a drivers license 
she declined, knowing once they saw her real age they wouldn't rent to 
her anyway. 

	She had heard how difficult it was to gain entrance to one of 
reverend Bishop's sermons so she took a cab to Magnesia Springs 
early Sunday afternoon. Even at that early hour the area outside the 
tent was bustling with people, but she didn't see any sign of her old 
friends and lovers, Art and Louie. As the afternoon wore on Karen 
made light conversation with several women chatting about nothing in 
particular, but finding all conversations eventually turned to religion 
and how wonderful the reverend Bishop was. Karen did make sure 
somewhere in each conversation she brought up how she planned on 
giving a sizable donation to the church, hoping that might somehow 
help get her inside easier.     	

	The mention of a donation did have its effect. Late in the 
afternoon Karen was approached by a nice looking woman in her early 
to mid twenties. "Hi." The woman greeted Karen. "I'm Elizabeth. 
Elizabeth Campbell. I don't mean to bother you but Linda...." She 
turned and pointed out a woman Karen had talked to earlier in the 
day. "...That's her over there, the one wearing the green dress. Well 
anyway, Linda said you had mentioned something about making a 
donation to the church, believe me we could use it. Sam Peters.... He's 
one of the original members... Well, Sam has been talking to Pastor 
Bishop about putting up a real church, you can see how we've already 
outgrown this tent, so anything you share will be put to the best of use 
I can assure you." 

	Karen immediately got the sense that this Elizabeth was a 
virtuous true to the heart believer. She had a genuine smile that 
radiated warmth and made Karen feel good. Karen had heard of 
people like Elisabeth before, people other people liked being around, 
and Karen found that she instantly liked this Elisabeth Campbell. 
Karen returned the smile. "Hi Elisabeth. I'm Karen. And your right. I 
do intend on making a donation, but I must be perfectly honest with 
you. I made sure everyone around here knew about the donation. I was 
hoping it could help get me inside. Was that being overly devious?"

	Elisabeth laughed affectionately. "No not at all. You must 
have heard how popular and worshipped the reverend is." Then her 
voice took on a more serious tone. "That popularity doesn't come 
without its problems, but let me tell you the peace and salvation you 
get is more than worth it. You only have to listen to him once to 
understand the true meaning of love."

	"You sound hooked." Karen teasingly replied.

	"I know your joking, but its more than just hooked. It's a way 
of life..... and a way of living.  Before reverend Bishop I wasn't really 
living. I was just surviving." She took Karen's hand then continued. 
"You've just got to hear him Karen. You'll feel so...... so.... It's 
difficult to describe. But It's like all your life you were missing 
something but you didn't even know it was missing, then suddenly 
you've found it and you wonder how you could have possibly lived 
without it. I guess the best way to describe it is that, salvation is total 
and complete self freedom. I don't know, its an inter peace and love 
thing like nothing else in this world." She paused momentarily feeling 
a little embarrassed. "Heavens, listen to me ramble on. Believe me I'm 
not some religious fanatic that goes around trying to convert everyone. 
I'm sorry."

	"Don't worry about it. I didn't take it that way." Karen 
squeezed Elisabeth's hand.  "Your just happy. I'm delighted for you 
Elisabeth. Everyone should feel like you do."

	"Everyone can." Elisabeth answered. "Just give yourself to 
the Lord and reverend Bishop. I'll tell you Karen, if the reverend told 
me the lord wanted me to jump off a cliff, I'd do it. That's how much I 
believe." Then she added. "You will too. After you hear him. Just 
wait."

	"Speaking of that. What do you think my chances of getting 
in are?" Karen asked.

	"Well," Elisabeth answered. "I don't want to sound overly 
arrogant, I sure don't mean it that way, but there are a few of us, my 
husband Richard and I included, that the reverend has honored to help 
out with the ministry. We get in through a side entrance. I'll see to it 
you get in with us. Okay?"

	"Okay, but you won't get into any trouble will you? I certainly 
don't want that." Karen was honestly concerned, knowing how 
important this church was to Elisabeth.

	"Oh no." Elisabeth answered. "It'll be fine. Several of the 
members have done the same thing in the past for other special 
friends." 

	"Why thank you for considering me a friend." Karen said 
with all sincerity. She somehow knew Elisabeth had not considered the 
promised donation when making the offer. "You know, it's been a 
long time since I've had another woman to talk with. I didn't realize 
it, but I've missed that."

	"I know. We're all so busy with our daily lives, we don't take 
the time to talk to one other anymore. It's a shame really." Elisabeth 
commented.

	"Yeah I guess." Karen replied thinking about her past 
screwed up life.

	"Hey. You know Richard and I are going out to dinner after 
the service. If your not busy why not join us. Richard wouldn't mind 
and I sure would like the company." Elisabeth asked.

	"I don't know....." Karen answered while thinking she might 
really enjoy having dinner with someone for a change, but she didn't 
want to intrude. "...I wouldn't want to impose, besides I'm staying all 
the way out in Fayetteville, and I'd have to catch a cab to the hotel to 
change clothes and......"

	"Believe me you wouldn't be imposing." Elisabeth insisted 
cutting Karen's words off. "And we'd be more than happy to drive you 
to your hotel. We could have dinner in Fayetteville. I haven't eaten 
there in a long time. Come on. It'll be fun. I know I'd enjoy it."

	"Well.... Okay. If your sure I won't be in the way." Karen 
agreed.

	"I'm sure. Richard's normal dinner conversation could bore a 
bookkeeper. Some intelligent conversation at the dinner table will be 
very refreshing." Elisabeth said smiling. "You just wait in the tent 
after the service. I'll come find you. Okay?"

	"Okay." Karen said agreeably. 

	Karen was as impressed with reverend Bishop as Elisabeth 
had promised. The man had a captivating tranquil effect on her she 
had never experienced before. She could have listened to him for hours 
without becoming bored or impatient, and when the collection basket 
was handed to her she willingly deposited the bundled up five 
thousand dollars into it without a second thought. It wasn't until 
Bishop looked directly at her that she felt or sensed something laying 
underneath his captivatingly pleasant demeanor. That feeling only 
lasted a second but in that second Karen perceived the most darkest 
evil imaginable. She almost got up and ran from the tent screaming, 
the feeling of vulgar corruption was so strong, then as quickly as it had 
come it passed, and Karen managed to remain seated, although it took 
a while to compose herself. 

	After the sermon Karen was still visibly upset when Elisabeth 
came excitably running up to her. "Karen! The most wonderful 
thing......." She stopped in mid sentence after noticing Karen's 
disposition. "Karen! What's wrong? You look white as a ghost."

	"I don't know." Karen answered honestly. "I got this feeling 
earlier..... I don't know. It was horrible. I've never felt anything like it 
before. I just can't seem to get it out of my mind. It was like...... like 
looking into the soul of Satan himself. Does that make any sense?"

	"Oh. You poor thing." Elisabeth comforted Karen putting her 
arm around her shoulder. "I can't imagine. Is it gone now?"

	"Yeah." Karen answered. "It's gone now, but I'll never forget 
it." She felt a little better having talked to Elisabeth and the feeling 
was much less memorable than a few seconds before. "I'm sorry. I'm 
just being silly I guess. So what were you all excited about anyway?"

	 "Are you sure your all right?" Elisabeth's face reflected 
concern.

	"I'm fine now, honest." Karen assured her smiling. "So tell 
me. What's the excitement?" 

	"I almost can't believe it!" Excitement had reclaimed her 
voice. "After the service, reverend Bishop himself came up to me 
personally and requested my help. I was almost speechless. He want's 
to see me tomorrow night at around seven. Isn't it wonderful!" The 
last was a statement rather than a question.

	A cold chill ran through Karen's body. "Listen Elisabeth. 
Don't take this the wrong way..... but I don't have a good feeling about 
you seeing the reverend tomorrow. I don't know what it is.... but 
something tells me it's not a good idea." 

	"Oh. Don't be silly Karen." Elisabeth laughed. "Be happy for 
me. This is the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time. I 
feel so honored that he selected me. Come on. Can't you tell how 
thrilled I am?"

	"Yeah. It's just that..... Oh never mind." Karen took 
Elisabeth's hands into hers and squeezed them. "Yes. I'm happy for 
you. If  this is what gets you all tingly, then it must be good." Karen 
smiled warmly.

	Elisabeth smiled back then took on a more serious look. "I 
hope you don't mind, but I'm just to nervous about tomorrow to sit 
still. Would you to terribly upset if we took a rain check on dinner?" 

	"No. That's fine. I understand." Karen answered, but she 
really didn't understand. Elisabeth canceling dinner didn't upset her, 
but Elisabeth's overwhelming enthusiasm and ecstasy over the 
reverend just talking to her was something Karen would never 
understand.

	"Well I insist you let me and Richard drive you back to the 
hotel."

	Karen started to protest but Elisabeth held up her hand 
stopping Karen before she could say anything. "I insist!" Elisabeth 
wouldn't take no for an answer. Then another thought came to her. 
"Hey, what do you say  just you and me going to dinner tomorrow after 
my meeting with the reverend. I could pick you up at the hotel, 
and....." She took on a mysterious tone. ".... I could tell you all about 
the meeting."

	"Sure." Karen replied. "But how about meeting in McNeil?  
I've got a few thing's to do there tomorrow." Mostly she wanted to 
look for Art and Louie. The thrill and excitement of why she had come 
here in the first place was still with her.

	"Yeah. McNeil's fine.  Town square between eight and eight 
thirty?' Elisabeth asked.

	"Sounds good." Karen replied.

	The two women spent the next few hours talking, laughing 
and simply enjoying each other's company, something Karen had 
never encountering before. She had never experienced the joy of 
female companionship or the freedom it granted to speak frankly and 
openly to someone of the same sex. Karen never remembered feeling 
more alive than the few hours she had spent with Elisabeth.

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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

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    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

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    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

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					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER TEN - Seduction

	Elisabeth Campbell was both excited and nervous over having 
been asked to help the Reverend. Excited because of all the people he 
could have chosen he had asked her, and nervous because she wasn't 
at all certain she was worthy of the honor.

	At just before seven she parked her car in the large dirt lot in 
front of the massive tent and walked toward the entrance. She was just 
about to enter when one of the large flaps was drawn aside by Earnest 
Bishop. He greeted her then pleasantly thanked her for being prompt 
and ushered her inside. He lead the way through the congregation 
area, then beyond the dark purple velvet drapes to the back rooms.

	Elisabeth's nervousness was expressed by the wringing of her 
hands as stood quietly waiting to be addressed by his holiness. She had 
never been alone with him before and felt very self consciences but 
still very honored.

	"Elisabeth," He said calmly. "you have been favored as the 
vessel for the resurrection of good that will stay an impending evil. 
Satan's army is once again on the march and without intervention 
eternal darkness shall blanket the heavens and earth."

	   She heard his words, and he looked to be serious, and of 
course she would never have doubted his sincerity, and she absolutely 
believed he spoke with God..... After all had she not seen him perform 
miracle after miracle time and time again, surely only someone that 
was divine could perform such wonders..... yet, what he had just told 
her sounded more like something out of a nineteen fifties biblical 
movie staring Charlton Heston, it seemed so bizarre that if anyone 
other than he had spoken to her about Satan's army she would have 
pushed it aside as a joke or insanity. But it hadn't been anyone else.... 
it was the Reverend Earnest Bishop himself, a man that was more than 
just a  man. He spoke with God! He performed miracle's. He was 
angelic. She remained motionless unable to sort out her thoughts or 
true feelings.

	Bishop took her shoulders into his hands and looked deep 
into her eyes. His eyes penetrated beyond a normal stare, they 
immersed themselves into the deepest recess of her mind. She felt as if 
he were capable of reading her every thought regardless of how deep 
or personal. She seemed to lose some control over her mind and 
thoughts, but the feeling was not alarming and was even somewhat 
restful. She became relaxed and comfortable.

	"Yes...." His soothing voice commanded her . "...just relax, 
you feel wonderful. That's fine. Now how do you feel?"

	"Wonderful. Yes. I feel wonderful." She answered him 
honestly because she did feel wonderful.

	"Good." He said, knowing all to well she would feel anyway 
he wanted her to feel. That was but another of his unique abilities. 
"That's good Elisabeth. I want you to feel wonderful. Now.... Do you 
remember what I told you about your having been chosen and about 
Satan?"

	"Yes." She answered him.

	"Good. Tell me what you think about that." He asked.

	She wasn't in a trance and she could still think for herself, in 
addition to the current state of relaxation, she felt completely 
comfortable speaking her mind even in the presents of someone she 
held in such high reverence. "I didn't really understand..... but what 
little I did understand... it sounded.... you know... far fetched. 
Honestly, if it had been anyone else I would have assumed they were a 
little crazy."

	"Yes. I can well understand that, but let me assure you this is 
not a trivial matter. You are the blessed weapon that shall break the 
impending darkness." He paused then asked. "Do you believe that 
Elisabeth?"

	"Yes. Yes I do." She answered and she knew everything he 
had told her was true and therefore, having been chosen she must be 
capable.

	"And are you willing to challenge the inferno for the sake of 
mankind?"

	"Yes I am!" She answered confidently and thought she was.

	"Good." He released his grip from her shoulders but 
maintained eye contact. "You must first divest yourself of vainglorious 
trappings."

	"I'm... I'm sorry. I don't understand." She hadn't 
comprehend the last request at all, but she felt compelled to do 
whatever it was and felt a little nervous not being able to do it.

	"Undress and stand un-imcombered by vain coverings." His 
words entered her ears and the tone seemed to convey that removing 
her clothing was the proper thing to do.

	"Oh! Okay. Now I understand. Undress. I need to get 
undressed." She answered, feeling better now that she understood and 
she started unbuttoning her blouse.

	She removed her blouse, then stepped out of her shoes and 
slacks, but as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, the 
realization struck her that she was undressing in front of Reverend 
Bishop, a man other than her husband, and a momentary flash of self-
consciousness stopped her from proceeding as her sub-consciousness 
mind tried to tell her a true man of God would not expect her to 
undress.

	"Its all right." His calm voice assured her. "Continue. Stand 
before me naked and unashamed, also understand I wish you to do 
this..... No, I demand you do this."

	Just the fact that he demanded her to undressed was enough 
to remove the momentary hesitation and she un-clasp the bra then 
removed it. Reaching down she slip her panties along her thighs and 
stepped  out of them. Now completely nude another moment of 
discomfort enveloped her. No man other than her husband had ever 
seen her like this before and she felt pangs of guilt and shame. She 
knew what she was doing was not proper conduct for a married 
woman..... yet she had been chosen... therefore it must be acceptable 
and appropriate. Was it not?

	"Relax." He told her and she did seem to relax. In fact, She 
became completely relaxed. It was even a little curious to her, that 
whenever he spoke, his voice had such a tranquilizing effect on her 
mind and body, but somehow it didn't seem reasonable questioning 
why that was.

	He walked around behind her softly speaking as he did. 
"Your beautiful. There's nothing to fear. Your are completely 
relaxed." She felt one of his hands slide along her rear end and she 
involuntary flinched. "Just relax." His calming voice told her. 
"Nothing to fear." Then he circled around to face her once again.

	   She noticed him focus his attention on her breasts for 
several minutes then his eyes drifted downward to her pubic mound. 
He reached out and she felt him cup her pussy in his hand, while with 
the other hand he kneaded the soft flesh of her left breast between his 
fingers. "Your doing just fine Elisabeth." He told her. "Your enjoying 
this. You want me to excite you. It feels good to you. You don't ever 
want me to stop." She felt one of his fingers slip between her legs and 
expertly massage along her clit and another momentary flash of 
abashment surged through her at such intimacy but was soon dispelled 
by the feeling of arousal as his hands caressed her breast and between 
her legs. She felt her nipples hardening with excitement and moistness 
permeated between her legs from heated stimulation and she felt just 
as he had told her she would feel. Without and conscience thought or 
shame she spread her thigh's farther apart allowing him freer access to 
her womanhood and erotic zone. He drew her left nipple into his 
mouth running his tongue around its rough surface sending renewed 
flashes of sexual pleasure through out her body, then she felt one of his 
fingers slip between the folds of flesh surrounding her vaginal opening 
and push inside her.

	Her back arched, and her legs twitched then jerked on the 
carpeted floor. She felt another of his fingers pushing deeper, sliding 
upwards, digging into her labia, finding her clit. He probed at it, 
holding her open as he worked his fingers expertly, driving her 
shivering and shaking just at the verge of a tremendous, mind 
shattering orgasm, then abruptly he slid his fingers out of her leaving 
her unsatisfied.

	"Ahaaa.... Noooo.." She moaned with displeasure and 
discomfort. Her head twisted back and forth as her body craved for 
sexual stimuli, setting her nerve endings tingling, demanding 
fulfillment.

	"You want to cum don't you Elisabeth? You have to cum 
don't you? You'd do anything to have an orgasm won't you? 
Anything. But you can't do it by yourself." His voice still held the 
same soothing effect on her but was incapable of dispelling any of the 
agony brought on by the heated sexually aroused state she was in. 
"Tell me Elisabeth. Tell me what you want."

	"I..... I want.... I must cum. Please!" She managed to say.

	"Tell me Elisabeth. Tell me what you would have me to do." 
He pinched both of her nipples between her fingers.

	"Please... Make me.... Let me cum.... Please." She pleaded 
with him.

	"And how shall I do that Elisabeth? You can't do it by yourself. 
If you want me to fuck you, you'll have to ask. Perhaps even beg."

	Yes! Please. Fuck me! Please fuck me now!" She was almost 
yelling.

	"All right Elisabeth. Have patience I'll fuck you. But first you 
must taste the sword of flesh." He opened his robe and Elisabeth saw 
he was naked underneath it. She could see his stiff manhood standing 
hard and erect out from his body. Her first impression of his members 
was of how much larger it was than her husbands, at least one or two 
inches longer and much thicker in diameter. Both its size and the mere 
fact that she was staring at another man's sex organ paralyzed her 
momentarily. "Down Elisabeth. Get down on your knees and worship 
the flesh." His words snapped her out of the initial shock and 
rekindled the desire in her loins. She knew he wanted her to do 
something, but she wasn't clear on what it was.

	"Huh? What.... I...?"

	"Onto your knees and take the flesh into your mouth. You 
will find it extremely pleasurable and sexually arousing." He answered 
her unfinished question.

	Now she understood. He wanted her to perform oral sex on 
him. She had never taken a man into her mouth, not even her 
husband... not that he hadn't wanted her too on several occasions, but 
she had always considered the idea discussing and refused. Now 
however, with the burning appeal of her body demanding sexual 
satisfaction she dropped to her knees and without a moments 
hesitation took his stiff tool in her hand and guided it into her open 
mouth. She felt the swollen head slide past her lips and across her 
tongue. She began bobbing her head forward and back jacking him off 
with her mouth almost enjoying the vained texture of the shaft filling 
her mouth. She felt pressure on the back of her head when he used his 
hands to force her mouth toward his groin. She felt The head of his 
cock push at the back of her throat and she began to gag but he pulled 
his cock back dispelling the reflex. She knew what he wanted now and 
thrust her mouth forward taking as much of him into her mouth as she 
could, even allowing the head to slip down her throat and feeling utter 
sexual excitement whenever it did, just as he had said.

	"Oh yes!" He told her. "You are a little cock sucking whore 
aren't you! Yes, go ahead and enjoy sucking the rod but don't cum... 
Ohooo...  Noo... Don't you cum!" 

	She sucked deeper and harder on the cock in her mouth 
feeling it's texture and taking pleasure in it's taste. She shuddered as a 
wave of sexual rapture blistered along her spine but was not satisfied 
by an orgasm. His meat slipping back and forth in her mouth brought 
on a pleasant tingling up from her crotch and then a sudden sharp 
twinge from deep inside, and her body felt like an inferno, with a rush 
of sizzling energy rippling up and down. Her body screamed but her 
mind could not bring on the orgasm she so badly needed, then she felt 
the cock in her mouth pulse and she knew he was going to climax. All 
her previous beliefs about how disgusting the act of a man ejaculating 
in a woman's mouth was, vanished and she wanted him to spew his 
sperm. She wanted to taste it.... she wanted to eat it, and he did not 
disappoint her. Glob after glob gushed out of his cock onto her tongue 
and the back of her throat. Her feeling of arousal was even stronger 
and more sensual while she hungrily sucked up his emission 
swallowing as much of his discharged seed as she could. She took him 
deep until his balls and pubic hairs were pressed tightly against her 
lips not wanting any of the sex fluids to escape. She allowed his semen 
to slide down her throat allured with its salty,  forbidden taste. She 
moaned in response to her body's overwhelming sexual plea as he 
came in her mouth, but she was still denied any true sexual 
gratification.

	She reluctantly allowed him to pull his cock from her mouth 
after he finished coming believing if only she could suck him a little 
longer she might be able to have an orgasm.

	"Aw... You enjoy the rod of flesh." He told her stroking his 
softening cock with one hand and patting her on the head with his 
other.

	"Yes.... Yes... But, please... Please fuck me. You must ..... 
Please fuck me now!" She remained on her knees her lips glinting 
with saliva and sperm.

	"Show me. Show me where you would have me pleasure you 
slut!" He taunted her.

	She knew he was trying to make her feel cheap but that didn't 
matter, the only thing that mattered was relieve for her thirsty body. 
She laid down on the carpet and spread her legs wide apart completely 
exposing her wet dripping vulva to his view. Shamelessly she used two 
fingers to spread her vagina lips apart and opened her sex hole. "Here! 
Fuck me here... please!"

	He smiled down at her and it seemed his member was 
beginning to stiffen again. Pulling his robe aside he lay down on top of 
her and whispered into her ear. "Yes. I will satisfy your lust. But 
first... ask me to penetrate your rear hole. Tell me you are my slut and 
you want me to fuck you in the ass. Tell me!"

	Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined 
allowing anyone to do that to her but, was it not her voice that 
whispered back. "Yes.... anything.... anything.... I'm your slut. Fuck 
me... Fuck my ass......"

	She felt him rise up to his knees between her spread thighs. 
"Draw your knees up to your chest and use your hands to spread your 
cheeks so I can fuck you in the ass." His words cut deep into her mind 
making her feel like the slut she was, but she couldn't fight the heat of 
her body and did as he told her. Her fingers found the delicate skin 
surrounding her anus opening and she parted its surface sending 
renewed erotic pulses throughout her body in spite of her minds 
revolution of knowing she was about to take a cock into her forbidden 
hole.

	Waves of pleasure filled her when he rubbed his hand over 
her wet burning vagina covering it with her juices and used the wet 
hand to lubricate her rear opening. She felt the head of his cock 
pressing at the entrance of her ass, then the head of his cock was 
forced into her tight hole. Sexual pleasure was replace by pain from 
the invasion of his thick member into her virgin hole. Elisabeth could 
not swallowed the cry that escaped her lips caused by both pain and 
shameful regret for what she was allowing him to do to her. She felt 
him push deeper and it felt like a red hot poker ripping her bottom 
apart, then his shaft was buried to its hilt and his balls slapped against 
her ass flesh. He took on a slow rhythm of sliding back and forth 
several times then said. "Tight... Aaaa... So tight. Only whore's take 
cock up the ass Elisabeth. Don't you know that?"

	She was disgusted with herself. Her sore rear hole was a 
constant reminder of what appalling things she had allowed to happen. 
She had held herself open to be sodomized. Any and all sexual desire's 
she had previously felt were completely gone. She didn't care what 
happened to her now. She would let him do anything. She knew after 
this, she couldn't live with herself, but most of her self pity was lost on 
Richard, her dear husband Richard. How could she had done this to 
him? A dark cloud covered her brain. She didn't know how long it had 
been there, but she knew it was there. The cloud was like the cloak of 
Satan. She knew it was evil and un-clean, but it didn't matter. Didn't 
matter.

	She felt him withdraw from her bottom and plunge into her 
vagina in a single motion. "Your cunt is sloppy wet but its still tight. 
You may cum now. Take pleasure in the flesh and in being fucked. 
Enjoy the feeling of a cock buried in your slit." His soft voice told her, 
and he took on the task of driving rhythmic fucking. Her body 
shivered as she fought to stay completely detached from the powerful 
fucking her body was undergoing. She could actually see where his 
hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth against her clit, 
sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging through her cramped, 
squashed body in spite of her feelings of shame, hate and loathing. 
Without warning Elisabeth found herself exploding with lustful 
pleasure, her entire lower body seemed to radiate heat and sexual 
spark. God, could she use that name? She had never had an orgasm as 
strong as this. Her thighs jerked against his ribcage, as her orgasm 
coursed through her body. She screamed out hotly and hunched her 
hips back up at the flesh sword stabbing her, and she was only vaguely 
aware when he started spurting into her, his cock jerked as he released 
his load of hot cum into her trembling pussy. She clenched her vaginal 
lips, milking his withering cock until he finally emptied his balls, then 
suddenly she felt his cock growing and stretching. It became no 
thicker than her little finger and seemed to take on a life of it's own, 
winding it's way up her vaginal canal up into her stomach. 
Momentary nausea overtook her as her mind's eye recalled drawings 
she had seen of fifteenth century women fornicating with the devil. 
The drawings had depicted a cloven hoofed being with a long snake 
like organ penetrating deep inside a woman's vaginal opening. She 
almost panicked with the thought that such a vile thing was happening 
to her. Then as suddenly as the nausea had overtaken her a new even 
more intense orgasm blasted through her body, and she was only 
vaguely aware as the thing lodged well up inside her stomach spewed 
forth a dark brown liquid offering Bishop the only true sexual 
satisfaction he could achieve. "Ahaaaaa......" He moaned in bliss and 
total conquest. After the unholy orgasm his organ shrank back to its 
normal size and he slowly slid it out of her. He wiped the head against 
her thigh leaving a wet brown stain then he stood up. She lay back on 
the carpet, panting and resting, unaware of any thoughts other than 
complete and extraordinary sexual gratification.

	"You are my whore now, to do with as I please. I own you 
body and soul slut. You will give yourself to me or anyone else of my 
choosing on demanded. Is that perfectly clear?"

	All she had the strength to do was nod.
 
END CHAPTER TEN  
     



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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

    All right reserved.

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					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC
CHAPTER ELEVEN - Friends

	Karen sat on one of several wooden benches next to a large 
gazebo in McNeil town square. She was becoming a little concerned 
because it was well after nine PM and there still was no sign of 
Elisabeth. She thought about their new friendship. They had only just 
meet but somehow Karen felt close to Elisabeth. There was no 
explainable reason for the way she felt about someone she had only 
spent a few hours with other than Elisabeth's open joy and passion for 
life, something Karen had never felt, but wished she could. She 
reflected fondly on the short period of time they had spent sharing 
conversation and laughs in the parking lot before the sermon, and even 
those moments seemed far away now. Karen knew that she would 
always have a place in her heart for Elisabeth no matter what 
happened to their relationship.

	Earlier in the day Karen had questioned several of the local 
boarding house's and motel's in McNeil about Art and Louie. She 
found out that they had indeed attempted to find lodging but probably 
ended up as Karen had in Fayetteville. After returning to Fayetteville 
Karen located Art and Louie at a hotel not half a mile from where she 
was staying.  She had hung around their hotel lobby for a couple of 
hours and was eventually rewarded by seeing  Art and Louie enter the 
hotel. She purposely walked passed them not more than a foot or so 
away, and even though both men appraised her as men will do with 
any good looking woman, not the slightest hint of recognition crossed 
their faces. Karen enjoyed the masquerade, achieving a kind of rousing 
and almost sexual pleasure in the shrouded encounter. She waited, and 
again felt the thrill of adrenaline rush when they passed her for a 
second time as the left the hotel for lunch but it wasn't nearly as 
stimulating as it had been the first time. Now that she had 
accomplished the thing she had set out to do it felt almost anti-climatic 
and even perhaps a little childish, but she had seen it to closure, 
something  she rarely attained in the past.

	Concern for Elisabeth over came her again and she found a 
public phone and called for a cab to take her out to Magnesia Springs. 

	The taxi cab's headlights illuminated the empty parking lot in 
front of reverend Bishop's tent and spilled over the metal surface of a 
lone car that Karen recognized as Elisabeth's vehicle. 

	After discerning Elisabeth seated in the drivers seat Karen 
paid the driver and dismissed him. 

	She approached the driver's door and lightly rapped her 
knuckles on the rolled up window. "Elisabeth it's me Karen. Are you 
all right?" Elisabeth sat motionless, both of her hands tightly gripping 
the top of the steering wheel while stared blankly out the front 
windshield. 

	Karen tried the car door but it was locked. She banged harder 
on the window and called out. "Elisabeth! What's wrong! It's me 
Karen! Are you all right? Come on, unlock the door!"

	Karen continued pounding on the window and eventually 
Elisabeth turned toward her. Karen saw Elisabeth's face was streaked 
with tears and she looked to be in shock and didn't seem to recognize 
Karen at all. "Elisabeth! It's me Karen. Open the door!" Karen 
frantically yelled through the window. 

	A spark of recollection crossed Elisabeth's face and her lips 
mouthed the word "Karen" and she mechanically pushed the switch 
unlocking the car. Karen wrenched the car door open flooding the car 
interior with light affording Karen an even clearer view of how 
disheveled Elisabeth was. Gripping her friend by the shoulders she 
turned her so she could look directly into her eyes, then calmly as 
possible asked. "What is it Elisabeth? What's wrong?" 

	"I.... Oh God! I..... " A fresh supply of tears flowed down 
Elisabeth's cheeks and body wrenching sobs made it impossible for 
her to speak."

	"Slide over honey. It'll be all right." Karen told her friend 
gently pushing her toward the passenger seat.

	With Karen's help Elisabeth slid across the bench seat the 
side of her face coming to rest on the window. Karen got into the car 
then closed and locked the doors behind her.

	Reaching across the seat she gently patted Elisabeth on the 
thigh. "It'll be okay. But you've got to tell me what's wrong. I can't 
help if I don't know what it is."

	"I.... He.... I'm filth....." A new round of crying silenced 
Elisabeth,

	"That's okay Honey. Just take your time. I'm here." Karen 
soothed her.

	After several minutes Elisabeth bit down on her lower lip 
then turned toward Karen. "Oh... Karen it's you isn't it. Oh God! 
Karen......" Elisabeth began nervously wringing her hands together.

	Karen took both of Elisabeth's hand into hers and squeezed 
them gently. "Yes. It's me. Take all the time you need. I'll be here."

	Elisabeth clamped her eyes shut as if trying not to see the 
pain she felt. "I..... He did... I did.... sinful, vulgar, detestable things. 
I... I didn't want to... As God is my witness... I didn't want to... But... 
But then ....." She broke down in tears and began quickly rocking her 
body forward and back as a child might do. "Oh dear God. Then I.. I.. 
enjoyed it! How could I have.... How? How? How?"

	"Take it easy Elisabeth. Try and relax." Karen slipped her 
arm around Elisabeth's shoulder and drew her head into her breast 
comforting her. "No matter how horrible it seems right now, we can 
work it out. I promise." 

	"You don't know.... You just don't know....." Elisabeth 
sobbed.

	"Your right. I don't know. But I promise you... I'm no 
stranger to hurt and pain. We will work this thing out." Karen 
whispered.

	"He sodomized me Karen! He sodomized me.......!" She was 
close to screaming.

	"It's all right. It's not the end of the world. I know you don't 
believe that now, but it's not the end of the world, honest. I know.... 
I've been there." Karen was attempting to keep Elisabeth from getting 
hysterical.

	Karen couldn't be sure if Elisabeth had understood her or not 
as Elisabeth continued. "....and other things. Cruel. Disgusting. 
Degrading things." She buried her face in her hands crying 
uncontrollably once again. 

	Karen now felt that she had a pretty fair idea of  what had 
happened to Elisabeth. She didn't feel qualified or even necessarily 
comfortable taking on the roll of psychologist, but she remembered 
how confused she had felt after her father had raped her the first time. 
If someone, anyone had been there to help snap her out of self guilt it 
could have been easier.

	Karen pulled Elisabeth's hand's away from her face, then 
turned her head so she could look straight into her eye's. "You listen 
to me Elisabeth!" She said harshly. "I mean it! You listen to me. Your 
not the first woman to be raped, and you won't be the last. And no 
matter what you felt during the act, it was still rape. There are certain 
uncontrollable physical things that can happen, but it doesn't change 
the fact of rape." She paused momentarily letting her words soak in 
before continuing. " Now you listen. This is the most important thing 
for you to understand. I mean it! You listen to me! A man can only 
rape your body... but only you can allow him to rape your mind. Do 
you understand me? Don't let that bastard fuck your mind. Your a 
wonderful person Elisabeth. I love you, but more importantly you must 
love yourself. Do you hear me Elisabeth? Do you understand?"

	Elisabeth took in several sharp breaths then nodded. "Yes. I 
think so." She whispered uncertainly. 

	"Good." Karen answered. "Where are your keys Honey. Let's 
get out of this depressing lot. We'll go get some coffee or something."

	Elisabeth fumbled inside her handbag and handed Karen a 
ring of keys. As Karen was pulling out of the dirt lot she looked over 
at Elisabeth and said. "Now you use the vanity mirror and fix up your 
face and hair. You'll feel better about yourself then." Karen needed to 
keep Elisabeth busy and not dwelling on what had happened to her. 

	Elisabeth was looking in the mirror applying lipstick to her 
lips when she suddenly stopped and looked over at Karen. "Oh God! 
Richard. How can I tell Richard. Oh how can I Karen. How can I?"

	Karen turned toward Elisabeth. "Don't you worry about him 
right now. We'll take care of that in good time. Right now your what's  
important. You just worry about getting your makeup on straight. 
Richard is doing just fine. Okay?"

	Elisabeth didn't answer, but she did return to the task of 
applying her lipstick.

	The two woman sat across form each other in an isolated 
booth inside the Del Monaco restaurant in McNeil.  Steam whiffed 
upward from the coffee cup's placed in front of them.

	"Elisabeth," Karen asserted softly, taking hold of Elisabeth's 
hands. "Please know that you can tell me anything. I'm here for you."

	Physically Elisabeth looked much better, but Karen could tell 
mentally she was still in shock. Karen instinctively felt getting 
Elisabeth to talk about what had happened would be the best therapy . 
What she didn't know was how Elisabeth would react once some of 
the initial shock wore off.  She had assumed, which had later been 
confirmed by Elisabeth that the rapist had indeed been the reverend 
Bishop himself. Karen knew what he had done to her was only that 
much more vial and devastating because it had been him. Elisabeth 
had worshipped Bishop. She felt he talked with God. And Karen also 
knew Elisabeth blamed herself somehow for what had taken place. 
The one curious aspect that Karen couldn't put a finger on, was 
throughout Elisabeth's sketchy and disjointed recounting of the rape, 
the sense of something more than just physical assault was involved. 
Something unnatural, something unholy, something almost 
supernatural.

	"He's not human Karen." Elisabeth asserted. "You believe me 
don't you? He's not human. I know he isn't. He could be Satan 
himself." Elisabeth wondered if she were loosing her mind after 
hearing her own words.

	"Sometimes going through what you did can make us see or 
feel things that aren't really  there. It's a normal reaction to highly 
traumatic situations. Maybe that's what you felt honey." Karen offered 
taking a sip of coffee.

	"No!" Elisabeth insisted a little too loudly for the quite 
atmosphere of the restaurant, causing a few patrons to glance in their 
direction. "No. It's wasn't like that. I know what's real and what 
isn't." she said more softly and self-consciously.

	Karen looked into Elisabeth's large, kind brown eyes and 
furrowed her brow. "I'm glad you're able to talk about it anyway.  Just 
seeing you open up a little makes me feel better. I was so worried for 
you." Elisabeth's eyes watered and Karen leaned closer.

	"What is it Elisabeth. Tell me what hurts." Karen said softly.

	"I'm.... I'm not a whore. I'm not." Elisabeth cried.

	"Of course your not. Why in God's name would you even 
think such a thing. What you are is one thing I'm absolutely certain 
about. Your a beautiful, loving, kind woman." Karen talked softly but 
sternly.

	"He... He told me I was a whore...  and a slut.... and... and...." 
Fresh tears formed at the corners of Elisabeth's eyes.

	"Fuck him honey. He's filth and anything he say's is filth!" 
Karen was all to familiar with the feelings of being degraded by a 
man. 

	"Maybe I am." Elisabeth drove a clinched fist savagely into 
her thigh. "Maybe I am.... a whore."

	"Now stop that!" Karen said angrily reaching across the table 
to stop Elisabeth from hitting herself again.

	"Well, you don't know everything I did..... Oh God! I had 
orgasm's Karen. I had orgasm's....." Elisabeth face turned pale and 
tortured.

	"Like hell I don't know! If there's anybody in this world that 
knows it's me. Besides, we've already gone over all that. Stop blaming 
yourself. It wasn't you. He's the guilty one. Not you. Remember telling 
me about Bishop not being human. Maybe that's why your body 
deceived you. Maybe.... " Karen suddenly lost her voice unexpectedly 
evoking the dark sinister memory of the vial feeling's she herself had 
experienced when Bishop first looked down on her in the tent. She 
became chilled and frightened recounting the devastating fear he had 
roused in her. At that moment if Karen had been any less of a realist 
then she was she could have easily accepted Elisabeth's explanation of 
Bishop being Satan. 

	"I'm sorry." Karen said shaking off her own fears knowing 
she still needed to deal with Elisabeth's. "But damn it Elisabeth you've 
got to stop feeling responsible for your body's natural reactions. That 
doesn't mean you wanted it to happen. Can you understand that?" 

	Elisabeth's face relaxed a little taking special comfort in 
Karen's words. "I hear you, and I tell myself everything your saying is 
right..... it's just so difficult.... so painful." She took a sip of coffee 
with a shaky hand. 

	Karen took Elisabeth's drinking coffee as a good sign. "I 
know. It'll hurt for a long time. But right now you have some tough 
decisions to make. If you decide to go to the police with this it'll have 
to be tonight so they can collect semen samples before there all gone."

	The mention of semen brought a buried memory to 
Elisabeth's conscious mind rekindling the disgust and horror. She bit 
down on her thumb and said to Karen through clinched teeth. "I'd 
almost forgotten." She looked at Karen and shook her head. "How can 
this be?" Her voice turned to a whisper. "Karen, after he entered me 
something grew inside and entered my stomach. All the up into my 
stomach." 

	"You mean like a mechanical device of some kind or 
something." Karen asked.

	"No. It was his thing..... his penis. It stretched while it was 
inside me and worked it way  up into my stomach. Oh...! Oh...!" 
Elisabeth nervously yanked forward and back on the thumb in her 
mouth. "I remember associating what was happening to me to those 
mid-evil pictures of woman fornicating with the devil. How can that be 
Karen? How can that be?" 

	"Stress. I'm sure it was only the stress. Have some more 
coffee." Karen responded, holding out her slender hand.

	Elisabeth lifted her hand to take Karen's. "Of course your 
right.' She finally squeaked out. Not fully believing her words. 
"Karen," She asked after taking another sip of coffee. "how do you 
know so much? I'm older than you are, yet you seem so much more 
mature. Don't get me wrong. I can't begin to tell you how much I 
appreciate you being here. In spite of my strong religious convictions I 
was trying to work up the nerve to kill myself before you found me... 
and I think I would have gone through with it had it not been for your 
friendship, it's just that you seem so insightful for someone so young."

	"Some girls are forced to grow up long before their time I 
guess. It's either grow up, or grow angry and insane. I was one of the 
lucky one's, I didn't allow the hurt to destroy me..... Just like your 
doing now." She squeezed Elisabeth's hand and smiled.

	"I love you Karen. Thank you for being here." Elisabeth's 
eyes filled with a different kind of tears.

	"I love you too. And your welcome." Karen answered softly 
feeling a tear of her own find its way down her cheek.

	"So." Karen asked after both woman composed themselves. 
"What about reporting this?" 

	"I can't." Elisabeth answered honestly. "I still don't even 
understand all of what happened. I guess I don't even understand 
myself."

	"What are you going to do then?" Karen questioned.

	"For now," Elisabeth still felt guilty, but listening to Karen at 
least helped reinforce her sanity and with a new-found confidence she 
answered. "I need to do some real soul searching. I'm completely 
convinced now that I was under some sort of spell, but nothing like 
being hypnotized or anything. I don't know..... but through out the.... 
the.... you know act, it was like some immoral cloud was covering my 
mind, blanking out all goodness, and restraint, making me weak. 
Thinking back on that cloud scares me a lot more now than it did at 
the time, but it was very powerful and it was completely evil and I got 
the perception that Bishop controlled it, and through it, he controlled 
me. I need to do a lot of thinking. I just pray, after I get home Richard 
doesn't want any... any sex. I'm not sure I could deal with that right 
now." 

END CHAPTER ELEVEN



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CHAPTER TWELVE - Discovery

	A light mist of rain enticed Karen to use the wiper blades as 
she drove back to Elisabeth's house in one of the more expensive 
neighborhood's of McNeil. Their mutual silence during the short trip 
from the restaurant was occasionally interrupted by the shifting of 
gears and revving of the engine as Karen stopped and started at traffic 
lights. She pulled up to the house and quickly got out to open the car 
door for Elisabeth. 

	The rain had stopped only minutes before and the first smell 
of autumn was in the air. "Are you okay, Elisabeth?  Karen asked as 
she closed the door and walked with Elisabeth to the front steps of her 
house.

	"Better now, thanks to you. I just hope I have the courage to 
face Richard." Elisabeth answered nervously.

	Karen sensed Elisabeth's deep concern. As she studied her 
face, the light from a nearby street lamp reflected in her black eyes 
making them sparkle with an almost childlike delight that Karen 
understood was an uncontrollable prevalent part of Elisabeth's charm 
no matter how concerned or upset she became.

	"You can handle it." Karen assured her.

	Elisabeth's face tensed and her heartbeat began to race as she 
turned the door knob and entered the house.

	Karen stood at the open doorway as Elisabeth tentatively 
called out. "Richard! I'm home!" There wasn't any response and 
Elisabeth beckoned Karen to enter. "I wonder where he is?" She 
rhetorically questioned.

	Elisabeth quickly walked through the living room into the 
spacious open kitchen area. She returned after a few seconds holding a 
note in her hand. "Gee, that's strange." She commented to Karen re-
reading the note. "He left me a note saying he had an appointment. I 
guess he thought I'd be home earlier and couldn't wait for me." She 
shook her head questionably. "I can't even begin to imagine what kind 
of appointment he'd have at this late hour."

	Karen felt a strong premonition of something being terribly 
wrong. She couldn't put a name to it but it was strong. She summarize 
this alarming impression must have the reverend Bishop at it's root, 
and although the factors of the vile feelings she'd had when he looked 
at her, Elisabeth's rape, as well as Elisabeth's contention of him not 
being human certainly added fuel to that fire, they were not the 
predominate factors for feeling the way she did now. No, it was much 
more than that. It was something much deeper inside her gut, 
something much less tangible that told her Bishop was total and 
ultimate corruption, and must be stopped.

	Her interest with stopping Bishop was as foreign to her as 
was her feeling's about him. Throughout her young life she had been 
surrounded by selfish, self-serving, disgustingly evil men and had 
either accepted them as fact or just run away. "Why then," She asked 
herself. "did she this time feel absolutely compelled to do something 
about it?" No answer came to her, only the reinforcement that she 
somehow must do something. "God damn!" She thought. "One new 
wardrobe of clothing and suddenly your the queen of sensitivity, 
fighting for truth, justice and the American way? What the fuck!" But 
it didn't change the errant conviction that now commanded her.

	She tore her mind away from the unfamiliar thoughts and 
looked at Elisabeth thinking the worst seemed to be over for her. She 
looked and talked a lot better than even a half hour before. "Want me 
to hang around until your husband gets home to keep you company?"

	"Only if you want." Was Elisabeth's reply as she turned away 
from Karen and sat down on the sofa so she could kick her shoes off. 
"Right now I'm going to take a long hot bath. The water won't wash 
the filth from my mind but it'll go a long way to get it off my body."

	Karen hoped her earlier assessment of Elisabeth's mental 
state were correct and she wasn't just pretending not to be as disturbed 
as she had been. "You sure your okay?" Karen asked now re-
concerned for Elisabeth's well being.

	"I'm okay." Elisabeth answered offering Karen a weak smile. 
"Not as good as I use to be... but a lot better than if you hadn't been 
there for me. I owe you a lot Karen, I'll never forget it. But for right 
now, yes... I'm okay." Then in a slightly lighter tone she continued. 
"And... after a hot bath I'll be even a little more okay." She pause 
momentarily then said with conviction in her voice. "You know 
what... I've even made up my mind about Richard.... for now I'm not 
going to say anything about this. At best it would cause him a lot of 
pain, and at worst, he just might want to do something about it, and 
honestly Karen... I'm still convinced reverend Bishop is something 
other than mortal, and Richard could get hurt. There's no way I could 
have Richard's pain or even worse on my conscience compounded 
with what's already there. Does that make any sense?" 

	"The best of sense." Karen replied returning the smile. 
Elisabeth's rational thinking put her at ease again. "Okay. I'm outa 
here. You go and jump into that hot tub and try to relax. Call me at the 
hotel if you need anything. I mean it, no matter how small, call me. 
Okay."

	"You bet I will." Elisabeth joked. "The Chinese believe if you 
save the life of another, you belong to that person for eternity. Guess I 
own you Karen... like it or not."
	
	"You could find it's like owning Pandora's box." Karen joked 
back.

	"With out a doubt, there's more to you than the eye can see, 
but I know I'd like all of it." Elisabeth replied then changed the 
subject. "Oh yeah. Yo can go ahead and take my car, I won't be 
needing it tonight anyway."

	"Okay, I'll bring it back sometime tomorrow if that's okay."

	"When ever, don't worry about it." Elisabeth said casually. 
Almost a little too casually for Karen.

	"Hey." Karen wrinkled her nose and forehead. "This isn't one 
of those movie things where the heroin talks and acts like everything 
is cool then goes and does something really stupid as soon as she's 
alone, is it?" 

	"No this isn't one of those move things." Elisabeth answered 
somberly. "This is a reality thing. With your help I've found I'm a lot 
mentally stronger than I thought I was. After you leave I'm not going 
to do anything stupid. After you leave I'm going to rest my mind and 
body until I have the strength to stop that bastard whether he's the 
Devil incarnate or not. Revenge shall be mine saith the Lord. Well in 
this case I'm going with an eye for an eye."

	"I can't stop you.... Hell, I'm not even sure I'd want to. Just 
promise me one thing, that you won't do anything before talking to 
me. Okay." Karen could easily understand revenge and felt the feeling 
was the best thing for Elisabeth. "Shit yes." she thought to herself. 
"Dey was really gonna' foake up de mudder foarker."

	"I promise." Elisabeth nodded. "Not one move without you." 

	It was close to eleven thirty when Karen backed the car out of 
the driveway onto the street.

	Karen drove slowly trying to sort things out inside her mind. 
She was having a difficult time understanding they way she felt and at 
having seemingly matured overnight. Her previous self centered child 
self  was gone, replaced by a sympathetic thoughtful adult person 
concerned for other's even more than herself. "This is just way to 
weird." She told herself and could only guess that something powerful 
had changed her either during or after the reverend Bishop's sermon.

	Karen felt a little dizzy as she turned left heading out of town 
toward her hotel. She still could not believe all the strange and evil 
feelings that haunted her mind. "It just doesn't seem like real life," she 
thought to herself as she momentarily looked at her reflection in the 
rear view mirror and sighed. Karen saw a very timid young woman 
looking back at her. Her eyes lacked luster, and her face seemed gray 
and overburdened by the very act of living. "What the hell is 
happening to me?" She wondered with concern.

	Almost without thinking, as if by behest she spun the car 
around making a ill-legal  U-turn in the middle of the street and 
headed toward Magnesia Springs.

	After parking the car by the side of the road where it couldn't 
be easily seen by anyone from the tent, Karen wondered what she was 
doing. "This is stupid. Bishop is a dangerous man. What the hell are 
you doing here girl? Go home." She told herself as she made her way 
through the parking lot toward the tent entrance. Her mouth was full 
of saliva. and her heart was pounding with both terror and dread as the 
same vial feeling's she had felt when Bishop had looked at her surged 
through her body sending renewed cold fingers of ice along her spine. 
She pushed her frightened limbs forward feeling the rough texture of 
the canvas flap scrape along her skin as she entered the tent.

	She stood momentarily giving her eyes time to adjust to the 
darker interior, then she heard what sounded like muffled cry's or 
voices coming from behind tall drawn purple velvet drapes at the back 
of the tent, and she tentatively made her way toward the noise.

	With extreme caution she parted the drapes just enough to 
look through. What she saw filled her with shock and sudden rage, her 
innards boiled with vehemence, and her eyes welled up with a mixture 
of horror and pain, but she was unable to move or intervene any more 
than a cinema spectator is able to change the outcome of a movie. 
What see saw took her back to the disgusting times of her father 
raping her night after night in a drunken stupor, and was a grim 
reminder of her father forcing her to do things no child should ever be 
coerced to experience, and after.... oh yes after the ordeal....of feeling 
the guilt for having done something to bring it all on herself.

	She strained to turn away and bound for the exit, but found 
she was unable, paralyzed with memories, pain and fear, she stood 
immobile and docile.

	Bishop stood dressed in his robes with hands on hips staring 
down at a young girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Behind the girl, 
forming a partial circle were three other men, one of which Karen 
immediately recognized as Elisabeth's husband Richard. 

	The girl looked frightened almost to death and had obviously 
done a lot of crying.  She had been striped of all clothing other than 
her brassiere and panties. The bra was thin and only partially covered 
the girl's surprisingly large breasts to just above the nipple line 
exposing round breast meat above the thin material. Her panties were 
little more than a thong, cut extremely high at the hips leaving her 
buttocks almost entirely exposed, with a little triangle of cloth over her 
crotch that did just manage to cover her mound.

 	Bishop reached down and grabbed the girl by the hair and 
yanked her back. The girl screamed, and Bishop lashed out with his 
fist and caught her in the face which drove the girl backwards into one 
of the three men. She slumped down to the floor dazed, while the men 
laughed sickly at her pain. "This is yours," Bishop told the men 
pointing toward the girl. "I give you this virgin offering. She is yours 
to soil at your will."
 
    	One of the men, tall and thin, went over and grabbed the girl 
by the hair, dragging her to her feet. She screamed in pain, but he only 
laughed harder. The thin man pinned her arms behind her back and 
pulled her head up as the others grinned and snickered. Richard 
reached for the top of her bra and pulled the cups downward to bare 
her firm round young breasts. She sobbed in terror, blood trickling 
from her lip as the men fought each other to get a feel of the now 
exposed orbs. Hands frantically pinched, groped, squeezed and slapped 
at her rounded breasts and nipples. Then the bra was ripped entirely 
away from her body by Richard while at the same time the thin man 
was grabbing the crouch of her panties and tore them off leaving the 
girl completely nude. The men fought like dogs over a bone, shoving 
at each other as they flung the young teenager to the carpet.
 
    	The girl screamed and a fist caught her on the side of the 
face, stunning her once again. The third man, heavier set that the 
other two, forced her legs apart and groped at her soft pussy mound, 
then he yanked his cock out and pressed it against her opening. The 
girl whimpered fearfully, then cried out in pain as he tore her pussy 
lips apart and thrust into her with crude lust. She cried out again, and 
again as he slammed his hips downward and stabbed his cock into her 
tight little slit. The other men only laughed and joked as the girl was 
being raped. The girl couldn't comprehend what the men were 
laughing or joking about, because her mind was only filled with pain, 
terror, and humiliation as a fat, hairy man grunted above her and 
forced his hard cock meat deep into her pussy tunnel taking her 
virginity with it. Her insides burned with agony as his cock twisted 
around in her soft belly, churning up her guts. He laughed down at 
her, drooling on her face as he thrust into her again and again. Pain 
flared inside the young woman as his cock drove back and forth in her 
tender flesh. The man lunged against her time and time again, his 
thick prong ripping through the tight meat of her insides and 
punching against her cervix. Then he lifted his head and mooned, 
"Aaaaa... Yeah.... ohoooo..." and he pumped his seed inside the young 
girl. The others knelt around her, giggling, watching, and groping at 
her flesh as they waited their turn to spew their fluids into her.

	Hearing the cries of the pain and torment was more than 
Karen could bare, and even knowing full well there was little she 
could do to stop what was happening, raw blinding rage compelled her 
to do something, to do anything, even if it meant being raped or killed 
herself. She made a move to enter the room, when suddenly she was 
yanked backwards and fell tumbling onto the floor.

	"No!" A voice whispered to her as hands pressed down on her 
shoulders holding her down. "They'll only kill us. There's nothing we 
can do to help."

	Karen's eyes re-focused and she recognized Elisabeth leaning 
over her. "Elisabeth?" She whispered back.

	"Yes it's me."

	"How...? Why are you here?" Karen asked quietly.

	"That's not important now. Come on let's get out of here 
before we're discovered." Elisabeth whispered taking Karen's hand 
and helping to pull her up onto her feet.

	"We've got to do something! I can't just walk away. That 
poor girl. I can't stand it." Karen yanked attempting to free her hand 
from Elisabeth's grip.

	"And just what are you going to do?" Elisabeth whispered 
back angrily. "You can't help her. You'll only get us both killed and 
then we'll never be able to stop him. Is that what you want? If we go in 
there now he'll just keep on doing the same things to girl after girl. 
We can't help this one but by God we can come up with a plan to 
insure he doesn't get his hands on another one."

	"But...." Karen began to argue then stopped when she heard 
renewed yelling from behind the curtain. 

	"Fucking little whore! You like this don't you?"
     
	"Filthy slut!" She heard another one yell.
     
	"Now you see what you're worth, bitch!"
     
	"You like a man's cock inside you, don't you bitch?"
     
	"Stinking young whores!"

	Karen didn't understand what or why, but something 
compelled her to look through the curtain once again. It was as if she 
had lost all self control and some powerful command willed her to do 
its bidding. 

	The girl was laying spread-eagled on the carpet, the heavy set 
man was pulling her hair as he crushed his lips against hers and thrust 
his tongue into her mouth. She was whimpering and moaning, but she 
no longer resisted. The heavy set man got off and Richard gripped her 
legs and shoved them back against her slender young chest. Karen 
could see the girl's exposed crotch, with traces of blood around it. 
Karen knew the girl had been a virgin before this violation. Richard 
leaned over the girl plunging his cock deep into her and began 
pounded his hips down against her upturned buttocks. The girl's knees 
were grinding down onto her chest as Richard let all his weight press 
downward behind his thrusting cock. He fucked for long minutes 
skewering the gasping, moaning girl as his hips crushed her buttocks, 
then he moved aside allowing the thin man to move into position over 
the girl. The thin man rolled the girl onto her belly, then gripping her 
hair he put one arm under her waist while jerking her up onto her 
hands and knees. The girl sobbed in pain as her head was yanked 
back, but she only received several hard slaps on the head as 
compensation. The thin man thrust into her womanhood cruelly, and 
soon she was shaking and jerking violently under the hard impact of 
his pounding hips driving into her.
     
	Her breasts were wobbling back and forth below her, when 
Richard or the heavy set man weren't groping or slapping or pinching 
them as the thin man fucked her from behind. Richard pulled up a 
chair and sat down then leaned far forward, and took a hold of the 
girl's hair. He pulled her towards him forcing the thin man to follow if 
he expected to continue his hard fucking. Once Richard had the girl's 
head in his lap he pulled the teenager's lips down against his hard 
erection. She moaned and tried to turn her head away but he reached 
under chest and crushed one of her soft breasts in his hand until she 
screamed.
     
	"You suck some cock, whore! Suck my cock you little slut or 
I'll rip off this tit!"
     
	He yanked her hair hard and shoved his cock into her open 
screaming mouth, then fucked hard and fast as the other man 
continued pounding his meat into her crack. Richard pulled her head 
back hard by the hair until her chin was almost pointing up, then he 
leaned forward and thrust his cock down into the girl's throat. Karen 
could actually see the girl's slim throat bulge outward as Richard's 
cock entered it and slid down. It silenced the girl's whining and 
moaning, for which Karen was momentarily thankful. Richard pushed 
his cock deep down her throat until her face was crushed up against 
his groin. The girl was writhing and thrashing about, but Richard only 
laughed and held her easily, the thin man behind her was still rutting 
like a maddened dog, pounding his thick prick inside her fuck hole 
like he hadn't had a woman in years.

	Richard continued fucking his cock in and out of the girl's 
small mouth. Her eyes were bulging and she was still straining to 
escape, but as Karen watched, the girl's face became flushed and 
turned white and her eyes started to glaze over. Richard must have 
noticed the girl was about to expire and quickly pulled his cock out of 
her mouth. It emerged, glistening wet, and the girl coughed and 
gulped in air, gasping and moaning as the man behind her never lost a 
beat rutting into her pussy hole. The heavy set man laughed as Richard 
held the girl tightly by the hair and rubbed his spit-wet cock all over 
her face and lips. Then Richard made her scream by pulling hard on 
her hair, and forcing his cock into her open mouth once again. His 
cock plunged down her throat and he began to fuck in and out cutting 
of the girl's air supply as before.
 
	What was being done to the girl was far beyond abhorrent, or 
even detestable, and much more than Karen could with stand yet she 
was still unable tear her eyes away like when passing a gory wreck on 
the highway, the powerfully purposeful force that demanded she 
remain watching was relentless.   

	The man rutting into the girl from behind halted, his cock 
buried deep in her young belly. He groaned and his eyes fluttered as he 
hugged her close to him. He ground his pelvis against her buttocks 
slowly, then halted again, before gradually easing back, and Karen 
knew he had just experienced an orgasm. Richard was still fucking her 
face but pulled out too, just before she would have passed out for the 
second time, and got up. He dragged the girl over the side of the chair 
then moved up behind her. He spread her legs as she trembled and 
coughed and moaned, then he positioned his spit coated cock against 
the entrance to the girl's rectum and press forward slowly forcing her 
rear hole to open wider and wider as it accepted this harsh invader into 
her anus.

. 	Karen caught her breath in horror and a kind of sick nausea 
filled her, making her head spin, and she knew she was about to pass 
out, when without warning the force that had demanded she remain 
witness to the vial, corrupt, disgusting crime before her, vanished, and 
she fell limply to the ground with a complete understanding of why 
she had been forced to be a spectator. 

END CHAPTER TWELVE



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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

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					SOUL SEARCH
					   By POC

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - The gathering of the four

	Elisabeth had watched Karen with concerned consideration 
during the time she was under some form of hypnotic state inside the 
tent. She sensed it best not to wake her but remained vigilantly alert in 
the event she were needed. After Karen slumped to the floor Elisabeth 
helped her friend to the car and drove them to Karen's hotel.

	"I understand now." Karen told Elisabeth gravely as both 
women sat tentatively in Karen's hotel room. 

	"I know." Elisabeth responded with sincerity. She too had 
experienced some of the understanding. Not as much as Karen but 
enough to know Karen understood.

	Karen stood up and walked toward the large window on the 
other side of the room to view the city skyline. It was a rare night in 
beautiful downtown McNeil Arkansas. The usually overcast night sky 
seemed an almost royal black-blue illuminated by a full moon that also 
drenched the surrounding glass and steel buildings with a pale gold.  
Unlike her past self this Karen could almost feel the warmth of the 
moon's rays through the plate glass window. She turned and looked 
into Elisabeth's dark eyes as she spoke philosophically. "If knowing is 
truth. I've lived a lie all my life."

	"We all have." Elisabeth gestured with sympathy. "Want to 
fill me in?" 

	Karen snapped her mind back to reality and answered. "Sure. 
But first, can you tell me why you went to the tent. You were supposed 
to be taking a hot bath. Remember?" She already knew the answer to 
her question but she wanted Elisabeth to reflect on the answer herself.

	"Don't know." Was Elisabeth's simple response as she 
shrugged her shoulders.

	"Hmmm... you don't know? Come now. Surely there must be 
some explanation." Karen prompted.

	"No. I can't think of one." Elisabeth shook her head holding 
her arms out in frustration. "I honestly don't know. One minute I'm 
getting ready to take a bath, the next I'm sitting in a cab heading 
toward Magnesia Springs."

	"Well, knowing what I do now," Karen said thoughtfully. 
"it's a good thing you were there. If not, I would have gone in to help 
that girl, and we both know how that would have turned out."

	"Yeah... I know." Elisabeth offered a weak smile. "There are 
forces at work here I don't fully understand. I guess it was one of those 
that put me in that cab."

	"You know," Karen commiserated. "isn't it funny how easily 
you can come to except all this super natural mumbo jumbo stuff after 
its touched you." The remarkable encounters both women had recently 
experienced had forged an even stronger bond of friendship between 
the two of them and Karen felt completely comfortable airing out even 
her most personal thoughts or dilemmas.

	"I've always held a spiritual conviction about there being a 
God, but I've never really considered Satan as a solid entity on earth to 
be contended with." Elisabeth remarked casually, then continued in a 
more deliberate tone. "That's what he is you know, the anti-Christ..... 
or at the very least one of his disciples, here on earth to gather soul's." 
She paused and shook her head.  "Just listening to myself  I sound 
crazy, but I know what I know. Just as you know Karen.... Just as you 
know." 

	Karen walked over to Elisabeth and stroked the length of her 
hair gently. "Yeah. I know." She said quietly. "I know."

	"So what now Karen?" Elisabeth ask looking up into Karen 
face.

	"Now we gather the four." Karen smiled down at her friend.

	"The four?" Elisabeth questioned, as if the answer didn't 
make any sense, which it didn't.

	"You and I my dear Elisabeth or two of the four it will take to 
destroy the thing that calls itself reverend Bishop." Karen paused 
momentarily and closed her eyes reflecting back on the moment of 
enlightenment inside the tent before she continued. "Inside that tent, 
after being forced to watch the blasphemous defilation of that poor 
child, I understood clearly that I had not come to McNeil Arkansas on 
a mere whim. I was destined to be here at precisely this moment, just 
as my whole life was pre-determined for this moment. All the pain I 
endured as a young girl was intended to give me the strength and 
understanding of your, and that child in the tent's sufferings." She 
opened her eyes and smiled down at Elisabeth. "Just as you and I were 
predestined to become friends Elisabeth. You see, together Elisabeth 
we have become a force to be reckoned with. Together you and I are 
God's sword of light which shall devour the serpent."

	Elisabeth didn't fully understand but she believed. Yes, she 
believed. "But you said four. Who are the other two?" She questioned.

	"Aw... the other two." Karen chuckled a little as she spoke. 
"The other two are the most unlikely pair of heaven's instrument's you 
could possibly think of. They followed me here to McNeil in search of 
something I took away from them. And like us they have a destiny to 
follow."

	Something had been bothering Karen for some time and she 
needed to get it out in the open. "Elisabeth, in the tent, the three men 
that were violating that child..... you saw... didn't you?"

	"You mean Richard." The words caught in her throat making 
them sound gargled. "Yes, I saw." Her dark eyes glistened as moisture 
collected behind them.

	"He had no more choice than you or I." Karen comforted 
Elisabeth as she drew her face against her chest holding her. "Just 
because he's a man makes him no stronger nor more able to withstand 
the evil strength of hell than we could."

	"I know..." Elisabeth sobbed. "I know.... that's how I 
controlled myself up to now." Elisabeth threw her arm's around 
Karen's waist and dug her nails into Karen's flesh. "This has got to 
end Karen. It just has to end. I'll go mad if it doesn't end soon..... I'll 
go mad, I know I will."

	"The final chapter is about to be written." Karen drew 
Elisabeth even closer to her body. "You must keep faith Elisabeth, 
without you the sword has no edge. Your courage and strength is 
needed now, be strong my dear friend and I promise you.... it will 
end."

	Elisabeth released Karen and leaned back on the couch 
rubbing her eyes with the heel's of her hands. "I'm okay now." She 
said smiling up at Karen. "I'll be fine. Sorry."

	"I know." Karen said softly as she used her thumb to wipe 
away a mascara filled tear from Elisabeth's cheek. "Hey listen," She 
said in a lighter tone. "in the top bureau drawer over there is a key to 
one of the lockers at the bus station. If anything happens go get what's 
inside. Okay?"

	"What do you mean if anything happens?" Elisabeth cocked 
her head to the side looking nervously at Karen.

	"I don't mean anything." Karen answered casually. "It's just 
good that you know about it, that's all." Then she quickly added. "It's 
the stuff I took from the other two. Somebody else should know where 
it is."

	Elisabeth wasn't completely comfortable with Karen's 
explanation but she let it pass. "I don't know if I should go home or 
not. I'm not sure I could see Richard right now." She said turning her 
thoughts to the current situation.

	"It's better if you stay here tonight." Karen offered. "You 
need to get some rest for tomorrow."

	"Maybe I should call?" Elisabeth thought out loud.

	"You could. But I assure you he isn't home. He won't be 
released until we free him." Karen said deliberately. "Come on, let's 
get some rest. Tomorrow we gather the four and forge the sword."

*********************************************************

	Art had fallen asleep on the overstuffed Pottery Barn sofa 
while watching the late show on television when he was awakened by 
a knock on the door of his room. He felt groggy and disoriented as he 
fumbled for the remote control to turn off the TV set. The window was 
open, and he could smell the rain as he lazily pulled himself up off the 
sofa and dragged himself to the chair where he had draped his pants.

	"If that's Louie I'll kill the fucker!" He told himself slipping 
on his slacks.

	The morning light of the sun streamed into the hotel room 
and he could feel the warmth of the sun's rays wash over his face as he 
ran his fingers through his short, thinning hair. "I'll kill the fucker!" 
he told himself again. Louie knew how difficult it was for him to sleep 
when his stomach acted up, and last night it had been killing him. 

	He had been in a totally pissy mood long before his stomach 
started bothering him, what with coming to Arkansas having been a 
utter bust, Louie constantly nagging him to go get healed, and he was 
running out of money. If he couldn't unload that dope real soon he'd 
be holding a fucking "Will work for food sign." on the God damn 
freeway entrance. Yeah, he was in a pissy mood all right and getting 
woken up early didn't make it any better.

	Another knock on the door prompted him to yell. "Yeah! 
Keep your nuts on! I'm coming!"

	He opened the door and was surprised to find a well dressed 
attractive woman in her early twenty's standing there.

	"Hello Art." The woman said smiling warmly.

	"Huh?" Art looked confused. "Do I know you?"

	"Come on Art, look in the eyes. We're old bedfellows." Karen 
said coyly as if she were hurt that he didn't recognize her.

	Art strained his eyes looking at the woman then a slight 
glimmer of recognition crossed his face. "Jesus Christ!" He almost 
shouted. "Your the little whore that took off with my money. Where's 
my money!" He did shout this time while grabbing her wrist so she 
couldn't get away.

	"All in good time." She said calmly then added. "Aren't you 
even going to invite an old friend in?"

	"Yeah!" He answered quickly, "Get the fuck in here." as he 
yanked her into the room and kicked the door shut with his foot.

	He pulled her farther into the room and roughly dumped her 
down on the edge of the bed. "Now where's my fucking money!" He 
demanded.

	"I told you. All in good time." Karen answered coolly while 
rubbing the soreness out of her wrist where he had grasped her.

	"In good time my ass bitch. I want my fucking money now!" 
The blood vessels on his neck and face strained with his anger and he 
held out his palm as if to strike her.

	"Hitting me isn't going to get your money back." Karen said 
holding her hands palms up submissively in front of her. "All I want is 
a little favor and you'll get your money."

	"Fuck that! It's my money and you'll give it to me now or 
else!"

	"Or else what Art? You'll beat the shit out of me... Kill me.... 
Rape me? What? Why not make it easy on yourself. One little favor is all 
I'm asking and we can part as friends. Think about it, I could have been 
a thousand miles away if I'd wanted to." She said confidently. 

	His face softened a little and his voice dropped an octave or 
two as he said. "Jesus Christ. I don't believe this. You steal my 
fucking money then you have the balls to ask me for a favor." He 
squinted his eyes looking down at her intensely before continuing. 
"Don't fuck with me or I swear to God, money or not, I'll see to it you 
don't take another thieving breath!"

	"Get real Art. Like you worked forty hours a week for that 
money." Karen knew she had him at least thinking, and that gave her 
some added confidence in gaining his assistance. "Besides, I told you, 
if I didn't intend on giving it back I would have been in South 
America by now. So lighten up and hear me out.  Okay?"

	Art's face still retained it's scowl but he rolled his eyes 
upward and nodded.

	Karen stood up and walked to the window to look out at the 
city. Modern steel and older stone office buildings stood majestically 
toward the blue autumn sky. A few cars wove their way down the 
streets taking people to their laborious jobs. Without turning she said. 
"What do you think of when you look at a view like this?" 

	"Fuck. I don't know." Art responded. "Sucker's and 
weakness, I guess."

	"I see," She continued as if she hadn't heard his responds. 
"pain, suffering and misery out there."

	"Yeah. Well there's going to be some fucking misery in here 
if you don't get to the point." He said obviously annoyed.

	"There are other things out there too Art." She said turning 
away from the window to look at him. "Good things like love, hope, 
sincerity and kindness.... and evil things Art. Things that try to destroy 
everything that's precious in the world." She paused to take in her 
breath. "It's one of these destructive evil things I need your help with."

	"Yeah. So who do I need ta bump off?" He asked 
sarcastically.

	"Reverend Bishop." She answered matter-of-factually.

	"Your serious aren't you?" You really want me to ice the 
fucker, huh." Art never expected her favor to be a hit.

	"Yes I'm serious... but I don't necessarily expect you to 
indiscriminately... ice him... as you call it. I just need your protection 
when I confront him, that's all." Karen assured him.

	"You expect trouble from him? The fuckers a priest for Christ 
sake. What's he done, anyway? Art didn't see any connection between 
Karen and Bishop.

	"He's not a priest, but that's unimportant. All I'm asking is 
you and Louie come with me when I talk to him.... After that you get 
your money.  A walk in the park." Karen knew the confrontation 
would not be a walk in the park , and that it would take both Art and 
Louie to make up the four if there was any hope at all, so she made it 
sound easy.

	"This whole thing sounds screwy." Art said suspiciously. 
"What's your connection Bishop anyway?"

	"Come on Art. Since when was the reason for doing a job 
important. What's important is you and Louie only have to go with me 
to see Bishop. A half hour later you got your money and everybody's 
happy. This is cake." She tried to sound casual and succeeded.

	"Aw.. What the fuck. Louie wanted me to see Bishop anyway, 
guess this is as good an excuse as any. When?" Art figured a half hour 
was worth saving him the trouble of beating the information out of 
her.

	"Three o'clock this afternoon. I'll come by and you and Louie 
can follow me out to Magnesia Springs." Karen answered.

	"If you think I'm going to let you outa my sight now, you go 
another thought coming." Art said with conviction.

	"If I planed on skipping out on you, I wouldn't be her now. I 
found you. Remember?" Karen reminded him.

	"Yeah, I guess so. Okay three o'clock then, and no funny 
stuff, you ain't seen my bad side." He threatened.

END CHAPTER THIRTEEN



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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
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    This story contains:  Mf, MMf, nc, oral, rape, anal 

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Confrontation and new life

	The weather had turned as solemn as Karen's and Elisabeth's 
mood during the drive to Magnesia Springs. The sun disappeared 
behind dark ominous clouds giving the world a gray dull appearance 
that took the warmth out of the land and out of the heart. 

	A light mist began to fall and Karen switched on the wiper 
blades. She glanced into the rear view mirror and saw the big white 
Cadillac following several car lengths behind.  She became aware of her 
breathing and was surprised at how nervous she was. When dealing 
with normal situations and even with men, she had experience and was 
usually confident and in control but as the car got closer to their 
destination, she felt each accelerated beat of her heart, and her palms 
became damp. This was new, this was for more than anything she had 
ever fought for. This was not for herself, this was for all the good things 
in the world, something she had never participated in before. "God give 
us the strength." She prayed for the first time in her life.

	Karen entered the tent first, with Elisabeth just behind her and 
Art and Louie, both looking bored following the women. What little 
was left of the afternoon afforded them only a dim view of the interior 
but they could see a flickering through a narrow opening coming from 
behind the velvet drapes as if originating by candle light.

	Karen led the way toward the back of the tent and the 
flickering light. She stood silently before the drapes for several seconds 
considering what to do, when suddenly the deep booming voice of 
reverend Bishop, coming from the room beyond, filled the massive tent, 
"Do come in," the voice commanded. "It would be a shame to do 
otherwise, you've come such a long way."

   	At the sound of Bishop's voice Art said. "What the fuck is all 
this bullshit? Come on let's get this over with." He pushed past the 
women and pulled the drapes aside. 

	 Karen knew she had to react quickly and sent a mind probe 
out to the second of the gathering of four, Elisabeth. 

	Elisabeth felt the probe drive into her brain and didn't 
understand it. It was like a finger probing and searching into the deepest 
recess of her mind. For a brief moment it frightened her, then she 
understood.... it was Karen and the probe was a gift from her 
enlightenment.

	The first two of the four were now one, with but one single 
purpose, and one single thought. Karen turned and walked toward 
Elisabeth, not so much as in a trance, but more of an understanding of 
intention.

	Elisabeth began to feel secure in the blanket of mind melding. 
The two as one seemed to possess a will strong enough to tumble down 
walls, or even move mountains. Yes, they could wield the sword. Yes, 
they could send him back to the hell he had come from.

	Art, not knowing anything of what was taking place in the 
minds of the two women, took on a plan of action reserved for mortal 
humans.  He took two steps into the room then stopped in his tracks. 
The room was large, much larger that it should have been, maybe two 
hundred or three feet in length as if the back wall of the tent had been 
pushed out into empty space. The room was entirely devoid of any 
furniture except for two tables set on apposite sides of the room against 
the left and right canvas walls. Each table held three lighted black 
candles, giving an eerie ghost like quality to the room.

	Written on the wall he was facing were the words "SUSEJ", in 
large blood scrawled letters just above an upside down crucifix. Just 
below the cross he could see the faint outline of a door sized opening 
pulsing with an iridescent green color. Standing on either side of the 
door were two men, both dressed in white robes and seemingly in a 
trance. But what had stopped him in mid stride was not so much the 
room itself as much as the reverend Bishop the man. He stood tall and 
impressive in the center of the room dressed in black robes, with his 
arms folded across his chest. Bishop's eyes glowed the color of red, and 
his face, once human, now displayed not even the slightest quality of 
being mortal.

	Art sensed more than heard Louie and the two women enter 
the room behind him. They, too, stopped short at the sight of Bishop.

	The frequency of pulsing by the door seemed to diminish just 
a little, then the voice of Bishop boomed out once again, the words 
spoken were not the sounds made by man, but rather the sounds of 
demon's. "It has been some time," the deep voice boomed, "since last I 
stood on the battlefield."

	The body that at one time belonged to Bishop suddenly burst 
into flames of orange and white that completely encircled him. Neither 
Bishop nor his black robes were disturbed by the flames. The voice 
boomed at them again. "You have unwittingly both helped and 
hindered me in my quest of soul reclaim. My time has come to regain 
what once was mine." The flames turned into a glow of red that 
remained around his body.

	Karen could feel the probe binding her to Elisabeth weaken 
and she concentrated on pushing Bishop into the pulsing door with it's 
power. Bishop remained where he was but he had wavered backward 
ever so slightly.

	Art didn't know or even care for that matter that a struggle was 
taking place between this thing Bishop and Karen on some higher 
plane, but he could feel his legs had become sluggish and would not 
respond to his demands. Somewhat over the shock of seeing Bishop, he 
moved his hand toward his .45 automatic, but like his leg's his arm's 
only moved in slow motion.

	The thing that was Bishop was surprised by the strong force 
imposed by the probe, but  spoke again and taunted them. "You feel 
secure wielding the sword of light. Perhaps you would care for a 
playmate." He leaned back on his heels and the pulsating of the door 
intensified and a naked creature that looked like a small deformed 
human came through the door. The thing was three feet tall with a 
massive lump on its back and arms that hung to the floor. Its body was 
covered with a thick slime that dripped down its short skinny legs then 
onto the floor. It's discussing testicle's hung like a pair of hairy bee's 
hives between it's legs.  It moved very slowly toward Elisabeth calling 
her name. "Elisabeth. Elisabeth. I am for you, Elisabeth. Come 
Elisabeth let me fuck you as my master did. You enjoyed taking a cock 
up your ass. didn't you?" 

	Elisabeth became so frightened she lost the probe. All she 
could think of was running away, but her legs failed her.

	Bishop could feel the force of the sword falter and he laughed, 
a hideous sound of exhilaration.

	Karen's probe drove into Elisabeth's mind but it found 
nothing. She drove deeper and only black. Karen plunged farther and 
thought,  "For that child Elisabeth... That dear child he violated . . 
.Elisabeth, for the child..." . . . .light. . . .brighter now, and then . 
. .the probe.

	What little control Art had over his body was diminishing by 
the second. His hand now resting on grips of the .45 but refused to yank 
the gun out of his holster.  Sweat broke out on his forehead as he forced 
his mind to concentrate and regain control. This was the weirdest shit 
he had ever seen and he wanted out.

	Another creature emerged from the door. This one even more 
grotesque than the first. It, too, was only three feet tall but only because 
it lacked any lower appendages. It crawled along the ground, propelling 
itself forward with its arms. One of its eyes hung loose from the socket 
and dangled uselessly on its cheek. Its head was twisted at an odd angle 
as if the neck had been broken. It sported a massive erection at least 
sixteen inches in length and four inches around extended and pointing 
upward between it's leg less groin. It's deformed mouth opened and it 
spoke in a slow gurgled voice. "Karen.  I want to make love to you. 
Please, Karen . . .Please . . .I . .   .we . . .must . . . I must fuck you. 
Your father fucked you. Your uncle fucked. You fuck everyone Karen, Fuck 
me.... Please, fuck me...."

	Karen's mind recoiled with horror, the acids in her stomach 
threatening to push up its contents, then she heard Art's voice yelling in 
frustration. "Damn it! Move, damn it! I've got to move!" 

	The sound of his voice snapped her back and she locked onto 
the probe. Taking in a deep breath, and with every ounce of strength 
that remained, she plunged the probe forward, directed at Bishop. 
Bishop wavered backward again, this time a little more than before, and 
the aura surrounding him changed from red to orange.

	The hunched back creature was less than two feet away from 
Elisabeth and Karen knew regardless of the consequences she would 
have to re-direct the probe from Bishop to help Elisabeth. That act 
would undoubtedly have the consequence of losing what little hold she 
had gained on Bishop, but she couldn't let that creature get to Elisabeth. 
Suddenly three rapid shots rang out from behind her. The noise from 
the reports was deafening in the closed room and Karen saw the 
hunched backed creature spin left then right then left again as the three 
slugs hit it's deformed body, sending it flying backwards.

	With renewed strength both Karen and Elisabeth pushed the 
probe forward. They became  unaware of the additional gun shots as 
their minds again forged the sword of light. The aura surrounding 
Bishop turned from orange to yellow.

	Art knew Louie had fired three times and killed the hunched 
backed creature. "Hell if Louie could do it, so could he." He told 
himself and yanked his automatic out of  the shoulder holster. Now 
with the gun in his hand,  he fired at the leg less creature moving 
toward Karen. His first shot went wide and plunged into the canvas of 
the tent leaving a small hole. The next three hit their mark. One ripping 
into the open eye less socket cutting the trailing cords and freeing the 
useless eye to fall onto the floor. The second and third slammed into the 
chest of the creature opening two small spots on the chest while ripping 
massive chunks of flesh and bone from its back. It fell sideways then 
lay motionless.

	From behind Art, Louie fired two more shots, tearing into the 
body of Bishop. The slugs seemed to have little effect on Bishop, other 
than a slight flinch as each round hit.

	Art turned his .45 automatic and emptied its clip into Bishop. 
They had the same effect as the Louie's, nothing.

	The one mind drove forward . . .Remember the child . . .The 
child . . . all children....

	Bishop seemed to gain some control over the probe, pushing it 
back toward the one mind that was two forming the sword of light. A 
flash blasted outward from his eyes, the sword shattered sending shards 
of splintered blade light into all directions with a thunderous roar.

	One light fragment drove through Louie's forehead exploding 
the entire back of his skull as it exited. Another fragment plunged into 
Art's chest throwing him to the carpet with the force of a 
sledgehammer. As Art lay dyeing the only thought that came to his 
mind was he didn't feel any pain in his stomach for the first time in 
years.  

	Karen struggled to re- gain control of the sword, but she could 
feel pain coming from Elisabeth as her mind labored with the strain of 
it's splintering.

	The fragments of the probe faltered . . . . It began to fail . . . . 
Then Karen gave her flesh away to the earth and soul of mankind 
and...... re-forged the sword. The shard's came together. Stronger than 
before. It was now stamped with human love and sacrifice.

	The far wall began to pull in on itself, the sword of God and 
man called it forward. Still farther it came until the door touched the 
body of Bishop. A shriek filled the room as the wall became solid and 
the red eyes of Bishop turned white and opaque. The two figures clad in 
white robes, one of which was Richard, and the body that once was 
Bishop fell to the floor and lay motionless in death.

	Karen dropped to her knees then fell backwards, her eyes still 
open.

	The probe dissipated and Elisabeth re-focused her sight. She 
felt more tired than she had  ever felt before. The strain of controlling 
the sword had sapped all of her strength..... then as if a flood gate had 
opened she relived the re-forging of the sword and she knew Karen had 
given more than just her strength, she had given her life. 

	"Karen!" She yelled frantically looking around the room. 
Finally her eyes fell upon Karen, laying  on the floor several feet away. 
She pushed her tired muscles toward her friend, then dropping down 
she took Karen's limp head into her lap. Karen's face was chalk white 
and her eyes  were blank and seemed to be staring into nothingness. 
"Karen! Oh dear God Karen, talk to me." Tears of grief flowed down 
Elisabeth's cheeks as she held her friend to her.

	Karen stirred and looked up at her friend. She offered a weak 
smile then through dry parched lips she whispered. "Elisabeth... My 
dear Elisabeth.... Don't sadden yourself. This is the only end their could 
have been.  Let the light fill your soul as it did before.... You are with 
child my dear friend....." She paused gathering her strength before 
continuing. "When you were raped..... you became pregnant.... but... 
we... we fooled him Elisabeth... it is not the Devil's child as he had 
planned.... It is me, Elisabeth... The child you carry is me.... Give me the 
childhood I never knew Elisabeth... Give me a childhood filled with love 
and joy and hope.... I love you Elisabeth, I always have and I always 
will......" then Karen's life expired as Elisabeth held her close.

	"And I love you." Elisabeth whispered.

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