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Bedazzled/Joan of Arcadia: In God We Trust 
(MF, mf, Ff-best, inc, fist, ws, oral, anal, snow, cons, rape, viol) 
by Big Red Dope (bigreddope@hotmail.com)




Among the sea of people in a Los Angeles bus station two were sitting at
a table playing a quiet and intense game of chess.  As the dark haired
white woman pondered her next move the black man across from her spoke.

"I told you Elliot wasn't the best choice."

"Quiet, I'm thinking here," The woman replied.  A few minutes later she
finally moved her knight, which put the man in position for a checkmate.

"Checkmate," The man smirked.  "Like I said, I told you Elliot wasn't
the wisest choice."

"Don't you ever get tired of winning?" The brunette woman grumbled.

"I can't help it if I'm good."

"You know everyone's move before they make it."

"You know I don't cheat by reading people's minds.  Every person I've
beat I beat honestly."

"I don't want to believe you, but I know you can't lie.  As for Elliot,
everyone has their off days.  Look at you.  You couldn't save me, you had
to send me to Hell."

"If I let you do whatever you wanted, then everybody would want the same
treatment and it'd be chaos.  Besides, you're constantly starting wars
between the angels.  Ready for another game?"

"No I think I'm done playing for the day.  I've got quite a few souls to
take from the law firm on 46th.  There's going to be a shooting there in an
hour."

"I know the place.  Bad things always happen when you deal with demons
and vampires."

"Anyway, before I go there is one more thing I want."

"The answer's no."

"And why not?"

"You had your chance with Elliot.  We only make this bet every two
hundred years."

"Well I want one more try before then.  Like I said I had an off day
when I chose him."

"What kind of bet did you have in mind?"

"I thought you said you don't do the mind reading thing."

"I said I don't do that during chess."

"Then you should know what I want."

"Okay, I accept on one condition.  If you win I'll let you back in
heaven, but if you lose you can't leave Hell more than once a year starting
this year."

"Why not forever?"

"Same reason that I let you leave Hell at all.  I could banish you there
forever and make you wait for the sinful to die before you got their souls
if I wanted.  Take it or leave it."

"It's a deal."

"And I get to pick the person."

"Give me your best shot."

"I'm glad you said that.  The girl's not far from here in fact.  She
lives right down I-10 in Arcadia.  Her name's Joan Girardi."

"A girl this time?  Nice.  No restrictions again right?"

"Same rules as with Elliot."

***

"Isn't this nice?" Joan muttered aloud to herself sitting in the
cafeteria during lunch reading the school newspaper.

"What is?" a tall lanky kid asked sitting down across from her at the
table.

"It looks like the ACLU is going to get the Christmas display the school
sponsors every year at the mall shut down."

"They're only trying to remove the religious scenes," The boy corrected
taking a bite from an apple.

"Do I know you?" Joan asked suddenly catching herself talking to a
stranger.  The boy gave her a look of 'You know who I am.' "So I take it
you want me to do something about the display at the mall right?"

"Yes, this time I have something simple I want you to do.  The next time
you go to your meeting about the Christmas display they're going to ask you
to remove the manger scene.  I want you to make sure it's there once the
display opens to the public."

"That's it?  There isn't any hidden cryptic meaning behind this?"

"No, just make sure the manger scene stays in.  Christmas has already
taken a hard enough hit with it becoming a competition to see who can spend
the most money on their kids."

"Alright then.  For some reason I think there's something more to this,
than you're letting on, but I'll do it."

"Thank you Joan," The boy said getting up from the table.  "Oh, and
remember, no matter how bad things seem at times there's always a plan and
reason behind everything."

"Who was that?" Luke asked joining his sister at the table.

"Just someone who had something to tell me."

"Anything interesting?"

"Nothing anyone around here would understand."

"Oh, okay.  Look Joan as your brother and one of lower rungs on the
totem pole here at school please reconsider taking Steve Ramsey to the
winter formal."

"Ugh!  I've already been through this with everyone.  I'm taking him to
the dance so let it rest."

"But why him of all people?  If you really wanted to go that badly you
could have ask Friedman."

"And why exactly are you going with Grace?  She seems an odd choice for
you, considering you used to think she was gay."

"It was more her idea than mine.  I didn't even really want to go, but
she's been getting into it with some kid named Charlie in one of her
classes and decided to show him up at the dance.  Besides she's not
psychotic like Ramsey."

"Ramsey is not psychotic, just misunderstood."

"I know the dance is tomorrow, but I know someone who's not going and
has a big crush on you."

"I'm not going to the dance with Patrick."

"Is this about the whole reanimating dead tissue thing?"

"Mostly, but there are a few other creepy things.  Look Luke, I'm taking
Ramsey and that's it."

***

Thirteen years ago...

Peter Withers sat on the couch in his apartment living room watching
Sleepless In Seattle with his girlfriend Naomi.  He had seen the movie a
hundred times, but it was her favorite and everytime it was on tv they
always watched it together.

"Hey I'm going to get something to drink.  You want anything?" Peter
asked getting up from couch and walking into the kitchen.

"Make some popcorn will you?"

"Sure," Peter replied opening the cupboard where he kept the popcorn.
He stopped when he heard a knock at the door.  "I'll get that."

Peter left the kitchen empty-handed and answered his door.  Outside
stood two police officers.

"Can I help you with something officers?"

"Peter Withers you're under arrest for the murder of Samantha and
Chelsea Donner," one of the men began reciting as he cuffed Peter.

"Peter what's going on?" Naomi asked frantically as she got up from the
couch.

"Naomi call Jack and tell him the police have arrested me, then call my
parents and tell them what's going on."

"Yeah yeah sure," Naomi replied as she picked up the phone.

Peter noticed a plain-clothes officer standing in the hallway as he was
led out in cuffs.

"Will you know I didn't kill those two girls!" Peter protested.

"Peter, I want to believe you, but the evidence says that you did."

"Girardi!  I didn't do it!  Girardi!"

Peter pleaded his innocence from his arrest to his trial, but the
circumstantial evidence and coincidences were just too much to overcome.
The one piece of evidence that sealed his fate, was the one piece he
couldn't explain away.  Peter couldn't explain how the bloody knife used to
kill the twin girls who lived two floors down with their single mother
ended up in his car.

Despite what the evidence showed Peter was an innocent man who was
wrongly convicted and sent to jail to serve thirty-five years.

Present...

Now thirteen years later Peter sat alone in a strip club a jaded and
very angry man.  Shortly after his conviction Naomi shot herself in the
head too upset to continue living knowing she loved a child murderer.
Peter's father died a few years later and he was unable to attend his
funeral.  His mother quickly succumbed to Alzheimer's disease shortly there
after and now spent her days in a rest home.  But he was a free man now
proved innocent with the advances made in science the use of testing DNA.

As Peter watched a stripper named Ivy straddle a pole on stage and
dance, his anger started to fester and boil aiming at Will Girardi.  He was
the officer who investigated the twins' death and had Peter arrested.  Will
was also the guy whose testimony sent Peter to jail for thirteen years.

"Can I get you anything sweetie?" One of the servers asked stopping at
his table.

"Just another beer and the last thirteen years of my life back."

"I can get you the beer, but I'm not so sure I can do anything about the
thirteen years."

"Forget it.  Just get me a damn beer!"

"Hey if you're going to act that way I'm going to call security and have
you thrown out."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry, I can more than handle myself.  You though you look like
you could use a break.  Why don't we go into one of the private rooms in
the back and work some of that tension out of you?" The brown hair server
whispered setting her tray on the table and straddling Peter's crotch
grinding herself into it.

"Not tonight, I want to be alone," Peter replied feeling his prick
harden from the server's grinding.

"That's not what it feels like to me.  Come with me into the back.
It'll be on the house."

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" Peter asked looking into the woman's
eyes.  "You look vaguely familiar."

"I don't think so.  I've only been in California for three months."

"Well what's your name sweetheart?"

"Spice.  What about you stranger?"

"I'm Peter."

"So what do you say Peter?  Want to go in the back?  It's free, I
promise."

"Alright, I've let you talk me into it."

"You won't regret it," the brunette smiled leaving her server's tray on
a nearby table and taking Peter into the back.  The private room they ended
up in was simple and plain looking.  It had a couple of couches and a few
small tables for setting drinks on, but not much else.  "Why don't you sit
down and take a load off?" The woman asked as she closed the room's door.

Peter sat down on one of the couches with a smile on his face finally
having something to get excited about.  The woman provocatively danced in
the center of the room, bending over in front of Peter letting him stare at
the bad case of camel toe the hot nylon hotpants gave her.  Spice stood up
and straddled Peter's lap.  Her top left little to the imagination as well
being a sheer really low cut shirt.  She pulled her shirt up over her head
letting her firm C cup breasts breath.  Peter reached out to fondle them,
but then stopped concerned about Spice telling on him or getting caught.

"Go ahead baby, play with my breasts," Spice encouraged Peter by
grabbing his hands and placing them on her tits.

The brunette felt Peter's dick stiffen quickly the moment his hands were
on her chest.  Thirteen years had passed since Peter had seen a good
looking woman nude let alone got to play with her body.  He savored the
touch of Spice's breasts in his hands squeezing and massaging them as
though this was his first time.  Spice saw he wanted more and urged him on.

"It's okay Peter, you can lick my breasts if you want to.  We're all
alone here," Spice said.

Peter leaned forward slightly sticking his tongue out as Spice's right
nipple got closer.  With a still firm gentle grasp of Spice's tit he licked
his tongue from the bottom to top on the left side of her chest.  He
quickly flicked his tongue across the nipple hardening it quickly so he
could wrap his lips around it and suck on it gently pulling it out with his
lips.

"Mmmmmm...  Yeah...  That's a good boy Peter...  That feels nice.  Don't
you feel better?" Spice purred as Peter took to flicking his tongue across
her left nipple.

"Oh yeah..." Peter grinned letting out a loud popping noise when his
lips slipped off her breast.

"I've got something that'll make you feel even better," Spice grinned
wickedly.

"Oh yeah?  What's that?"

"This."

Spice climbed off Peter's lap and got to her knees on the floor.  She
spread his legs apart his erection ever present and visible in his pants.
Spice then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling them and his
underwear down when he momentarily stood up.  All that was left before her
was a rock hard eight-inch penis.  Spice took a firm hold of it at the base
and slowly began to stroke her hand up and down it.  She could feel the
excitement in Peter's shaft as it pulsed every time her hand slid over it.

While she jerked Peter off Spice began to tongue his balls licking her
tongue all over his sac.  Peter moaned and saw a tiny bit of precum dribble
out as Spice gingerly sucked on his left testicle and slowly switched to
his right.

"Mmmm...  Spice I should warn you it's been awhile since I've had sex so
my load will be pretty big when I come," Peter moaned.

"That won't be for awhile long," she replied smiling before taking the
tip of his cock into her mouth and working the rest inside.

Peter smiled impressed how Spice eagerly and quickly took all eight
inches of him into her mouth Even as his dick pushed against the back of
her throat she didn't seem to let it bother her and keep sucking him off
wrapping her tongue around his shaft each time her head went up and down.
Loud enthusiastic groans began to leap from Spice as she continued suck on
Peter's shaft.  Suddenly he felt his cock throb and thought he was about to
come.  Orgasm didn't come just yet; it was just more precum though his
groin was aching intensely.

"There's one other wet spot you need to try," Spice said emptying her
mouth and standing up.

She dropped the last of her clothing to the floor and bent over the
couch placing her hands on the back of it.  With his hard-on in hand Peter
eagerly stood up and got behind the waiting woman.  Slowly he pushed the
head of his penis between Spice's cuntal lips and slowly pushed in
relishing the feel of her pussy hugging his cock inch by inch.  When he
bottomed out Peter stood there for a moment taking in the warm wetness of
Spice's snatch.

His hands then grasped her hips and slowly he began to pull out until he
could see his cock head start to peek out.  Then he slowly began to push
back in.  Spice moaned as Peter worked himself into a rhythm, his throbbing
manhood thrusting in and out of her pussy excitedly.  He began to moan as
his throbbing became more intense.  Peter could feel himself nearing orgasm
again.  Suddenly his dick opened up and his semen shot deep into Spice's
womb.  Peter was right when he said it had been awhile, but Spice already
knew that.  It was nice for her though to feel five large heavy shots of
his cum squirt into her body.  Peter slid out of Spice and flopped onto the
couch with a thud.  As his cock shrank back down Spice pulled her shorts up
and put her shirt back on.

"How are you feeling Peter?  Better I hope?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good right now.  How much do I owe you?"

"I'm not a hooker Peter.  You don't owe me anything.  Besides I said it
was on the house."

"Speaking of the house won't your shorts be wet here in a second."

"Don't worry about me silly.  Let's worry about you and what I can do
for you."

"What more can you do?  You've done plenty."

"What about Will Girardi?"

"Who?" Peter asked uncomfortably quickly redressing himself.

"The man who helped put you in jail for thirteen years, even though you
were innocent."

"Okay what's going?  How do you know so much about me?" Peter growled.

"I know everything about you Peter.  I just want to help you."

"Help me with what?"

"Help you fix what's wrong with your life."

"Unless you can give me my thirteen years back, then you can't help me."

"I can't make time go backwards, but I can help even things out.  Do
have a wife or kids?"

"If you know everything about me then you should already know that
answer."

"What about a good secure job?"

"What's the point of all of this?"

"Nothing really, except that Will Girardi has all of those things and
you don't because of him.  It's time to even things out wouldn't you say?"

"Who the hell are you?  You don't work here do you?"

"My, my you're quick Peter.  I'm the devil."

"What?"

"I am the Devil!  Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Prince of Darkness!
Well, the Princess anyway."

"Fine let's say you're the Devil.  What do you want from me?"

"You don't believe do you?"

"Eh...  No."

"This would go by so much faster if you would just accept that I'm the
Devil.  Since you won't though wish for something."

"You said Will had kids.  Does he have any daughters?"

"One."

"Good I want to see her getting gang banged."

The Devil snapped her fingers and instantaneously one of the couches
turned into a bed and on it was Joan who was laying on top of one guy who
was thrusting his cock into her pussy.  Behind her stood another guy who
had his dick lodged in her ass, and in front of Joan was a third guy who
was fucking her mouth.  Peter watched smiling as Will Girardi's daughter
was violated by three men.  Then almost as quickly as it appeared, the
scene disappeared.

"Okay, I believe you, you're the Devil.  So how can you help me?"

"You want to destroy Will's life?  Make him pay for what he did to you,
having the chances in life you never got?"

"Keep talking."

"For the price of your pitiless little soul I can help you get even with
Will Girardi, help you destroy the one thing you never had a chance to
have; a family.  All you've got to do is sign this paperwork."

Peter grimaced as a large pile of papers landed with a thud in his lap.
He looked at the first page and began reading, "I Peter, hearby known as
the damned-The damned?"

"Just sign Peter.  It's all legal talk really.  Once you get done taking
your revenge you'll be free to walk away and never have to pay the
consequences again.  I'm on your side here, so here's what I'll do.  For as
long as you live you'll be able to do anything you want and never have to
go to jail again.  In return all you have to do is give your soul to me
when you die.  And what can be more fun than spending eternity with me?"

"Will you asshole I'm coming for you," Peter grumbled as he signed the
top page and gave the stack back to the Devil.

"That's a good boy Peter!  Now go have your fun!" The Devil exclaimed
before walking out of the room.

***

"So where's Grace?" Friedman asked as he and Luke stood near the table
sipping on punch.

"In the bathroom doing girl stuff."

"Grace is doing that?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know, it's just that everyone thinks she's a lesbian and she
always tries to play hard.  Sometimes I think she acts the way she does
just so she can be the outcast, be different from everyone else."

"She is a bit different than everyone, but that's kinda cool.  So
where's Kelly?"

"Doing much the same as Grace.  Said something about her make up not
being right.  Tell me again why Joan is here with Ramsey?"

"I'm not sure myself."

"Well look, I know this isn't quite you or Grace's thing, and I wouldn't
even be going if it wasn't for Kelly, but her parents are out of town and a
bunch of us are going to her house after the dance just to hang out if you
want to come."

***

"Yeah I'll go," Grace said matter of factly as she and Luke danced.

"Can I ask why?  You've never been one to be this social with your
classmates for as long as I've known you," Luke said.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you, so we can go if you
want."

"I've got a better idea."

"What's that?"

"Let's leave early and go down to Beverly's."

"Beverly's?  Who's Beverly?"

"Beverly's of Arcadia."

"The motel?  Why?"

"Do you like me?"

"Uh...  There is some seed of attraction since I am the one who
initially started up the idea of coming to the dance and..."

"Shut up Luke."

"Ok."

"Let's leave now, and if anyone say's anything we'll say I was feeling
sick.  Besides nobody is expecting me to be here for the whole time."

"Umm...  Ok."

"Good, now let's go," Grace said dragging Luke by the hand as they left
the dance hall.

***

"Tell me Charlie did you spike the punch with the powder I gave?" A
brunette asked walking to Charlie's side as they watched Grace and Luke
leave.

"Yes I did.  Won't it affect everyone who drinks the punch though?"

"No, I formulated it specifically for Grace.  It'll only affect her.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am."

"I want my money before your substitution gig is up."

"I've got something better.  How would you like seven wishes instead?"

***

"Where did you get that key?" Luke asked as Grace unlocked the door to
room 18 at Beverly's of Arcadia.  "That wasn't even the limo we came in."

"Stop worrying about it.  I had a friend of mine get the room earlier
today.  And the limo belongs to a friend of my dad's.  Everyone thinks I'm
a lesbian and some people think you're gay.  Let's show them otherwise,"
Grace said as she shut the door to the room and reached behind her trying
to unzip her dress.  "Give me a hand with this will you?"

"Are you ok?" Luke asked nervously as he unzipped the back of Grace's
dress and it fell to the floor.  He gawked staring at her near naked body.

"I'm fine.  Are you going to take that suit off or not?"

"This all just seems a little forward for you...  and me..." Luke
replied as he took his jacket off.

"We can stop if you want, but we're both grown up here.  Let's be adults
about this."

"No, let's keep going, but just this is my first time and..."

"It's mine too," Grace whispered in Luke's ear as the two nude teenagers
sat on the edge of the bed.  "Let's just go with it and see what happens.
Now lay on your back."

Luke crawled back on the bed and laid down.  Grace smiled at his already
erect penis and gently took it in her hands.  Luke gasped as she took a
firm grasp of it at the base and started off with a nice slow stroking
motion.  He could feel his cock twitch each time Grace's hand slid over the
shaft.

"You like that Luke?  How does that feel?"

"It feels nice," he moaned.

"How about this?"

"Oh god!" He muttered as Grace's tongue tickled his balls.

"I see you like this," Grace smiled licking Luke's scrotum then working
her tongue up the bottom of his shaft towards the tip.

"Oh god yeah!  Where did you learn to do this?" Luke grunted with some
pleasurable agony as her tongue wove his away around his manhood.

"I saw a movie at my cousin's once."

"Oh God Grace!" Luke groaned loudly as Grace took his cock into her
mouth and went down on him.

He felt his dick throb as her lips pressed on as she bobbed her head up
and down.  Grace took Luke's balls into her hands and began to fondle them.
As she did that she felt a sudden squirt of something into her mouth.
Grace assumed it to be Luke's cum, but quickly realized that he was still
hard and hadn't come yet.

"It's not fair I do all the work Luke," Grace said suddenly getting up.

"What do you-" he started but stopped as she got into a sixty-nine
position with him.

Still growing Grace didn't have a full blown bush yet, but had a nice
tuft of hair to note that puberty was working it's course.  Grace's pubic
hair wasn't what Luke was concerned with though.  It was the sight of
female genitalia just inches from his face.  He was too focused on that to
realize Grace had started to suck him off again.  Several minutes later she
broke his concentration.

"Are you going to get me off or just stare at it?" Grace asked.

"Oh...  Sorry..." Luke apologized as he ran his hand up and down Grace's
slit.

He marveled at it's moistness and heat when he slipped a finger inside.
Grace moaned humming on Luke's dick as he pulled his finger back out.  He
took notice and began to work a second finger in and out of Grace's pussy.
Luke could feel her gratification as her lips and tongue worked his dick
over.  He then pulled his fingers from Grace's pussy and smelled them
briefly before licking her girl juice off of them.

Luke liked the taste of Grace's wetness and dove his tongue into her
snatch.  The moans from her body increased intensely as his tongue wiggled
up and down her slit tasting her insides.  Luke and Grace could feel the
effects they had on each other as their oral stimulation turned on the
other even more.  Luke could taste her girl cum started to flow a bit and
he licked up every bit.  He could also feel as she worked over his cock
with her lips and tongue sensuously sucking and working every inch of it
over.  Luke's crotch ached with every deepthroating she gave him and his
dick ached for release.  It was when she gave his balls a light squeeze
that he started to come.

Grace was temporarily caught off guard as Luke's first shot of semen
struck the back of her throat making her gag.  She regained herself and
hungrily swallowed down his cum as it squirted into her mouth.  Five shot's
later with Luke's dick still rock hard Grace turned around on the bed.

"That what's great," Luke smiled.

"It's not over yet," She said returning the smile.  "You're still hard."

"So, how do you want to do this Luke?" Grace asked crawling onto his
body.

"Anyway you want to is fine," he muttered.

"Fine just lay there then," She smiled sitting up.

Luke could feel his dick start to throb and ache again as Grace
straddled him slowly working his dick into her twat.  She was a bit of
tight fit, but it felt great to him.  Then before he bottomed out in Grace
Luke felt his member hit something and they stopped.

"See?  We're both virgins here, just push hard and pop my cherry."

Luke couldn't believe what was coming out of Grace's mouth or the things
they were doing, but he felt alive at the moment and couldn't care.  He
grabbed her hips and with soft thrust he broke through her hymen.  Grace
cried out at the pain, but a few minutes later it was gone for the most
part.  She leaned forward onto Luke pressing her breasts to his face.
Grace was grinding her hips into his crotch as his hands remained at her
sides.

Luke brought his head forward licking at Grace's tits.  An extra
sensation of delight ran through her body each time his tongue managed to
strike one of her nipples.  Grace decided to help Luke out and held herself
up on the bed with one hand while using the other to press her right breast
to his mouth.  Luke's lips quickly latched onto it sucking like a newborn.
Grace's body jolted each time he pressed his tongue to her nipple.

As her body started to burn more and more Grace placed both hands on the
bed and began to really grind herself down hard on Luke's dick.  Luke's
cock began aching and throbbing beyond control as it seemed to push deeper
into Grace's cunt.  She suddenly screamed out in orgasm, her pussy clamping
down on Luke's member.  Luke could see Grace's face squirm in delight and
felt her girl cum begin to trickle down his leg.  Suddenly his body gave
out as well and he came a second time squirting his semen into her belly.
Luke's second orgasm was bigger than the first and he began to feel his cum
drip onto his body.  When he finished coming and Grace climbed off of him,
she dug two fingers deep into her snatch scooping out his cum and sucking
it from her fingers.  She then turned around to face Luke.

"Let me clean that up like they did in the movie," Grace said noticing
Luke's mess.  She began to lick Luke's cum that still covered his dick and
his legs.  When there was nothing, but a trail of saliva on Luke's body
Grace sat down on the bed next to Luke.

"So how was you're first time?" She asked smiling.

"It was good.  It felt nice.  You?"

"The same, but don't be expecting this to happen all the time.  We've
got reputations to maintain you know."

"I know," Luke smiled.

"But if you don't mind people thinking we're some sort of odd couple,
then we could go out and do something.  Catch a movie or something."

"Sounds good, just try not to act so hard and tough all the time."

"Just as long as nobody we know is around."

"Already back to your old self I see."

"Maybe.  You read to go again?" Grace asked coyly.

"My my Grace Polk.  How I've misjudged you like everyone else," Luke
answered smiling as she started to jerk him off again.

***

As Monday rolled around Joan found herself eating lunch at school by
herself as she went over some paperwork and ideas for this year's mall
Christmas event.  Tonight she'd be meeting with the project supervisors and
would try to finalize things.  She looked up as she took a sip from her
Diet Pepsi and saw Luke walking nearby.

"Hey Luke come here for a second," Joan called out.

"Hey what's up?  I've really got to get caught up on my chemistry
project so I'm going to work on it during lunch so please make this quick."

"No problem, I was just wondering about something.  Where were you on
Saturday night?"

"I was at the dance with Grace."

"I know, but I saw you two leave early."

"She wasn't feeling well so we left and she went home."

"Well how did you two leave?  I thought you two shared a limo with
Friedman and his date?"

"We did, but we ran into someone outside that Grace knew and they gave
us a ride home."

"Would I know this person?"

"No, I barely know the person.  Are you done with the third degree?"

"Yeah I've got to finish these notes for the Christmas display anyway.
I'll see you later."

"So I can go now mother?"

"Shut up."

*** Luke smiled humming to himself as he placed a beaker of distilled
water on his lab table.  He opened his notebook and started writing some
notes concerning his project.  He stopped momentarily to think about
something and reached behind his neck to scratch it with his pen.  He
jumped in his seat startled as a raven crashed through one of the room's
windows.  Luke's hand hit the beaker spilling the water on the floor as he
ducked while the bird flew around the room for few seconds before flying
back out through the broken window.

"Damn it!" Luke grumbled looking at the broken glass and the water on
the floor.  "I better let someone know about the window."

Luke got up and carefully stepped over the puddle of water that resided
on the floor next to a rack full of chemicals.  As he started to bring his
second foot down another raven crashed through a window startling him
again. Luke's foot hit the puddle of water sending him tumbling backwards
with his arms flailing.  His head hit the floor hard knocking him out.

The bird circled around the room for a few seconds before landing on
Luke's forehead.  The raven took a few tiny steps then stopped and leaned
forward taking hold of Luke's glasses by the brim of the nose.  Then it
flapped it's wings rising into the air and pulled off the glasses.  The
raven dropped them on the floor next to Luke's head then flew up into the
air landing on the rack above his head.  The bird then seemingly singled
out an unmarked corked Erlenmeyer flask and began pecking at it.  After
several minutes cracks appeared in the glassware and the raven began
pushing it's body into the flask pushing it towards the edge.

Luke laid on the floor groaning as he regained consciousness and rubbed
the back of his head.  He rubbed the knot forming on the back of his head
as he began to sit up.  Suddenly Luke heard a loud squawk and looked up in
time to briefly see a flask before it hit him in the face shattering.  Luke
screamed in agony as hydrochloric acid and glass from the broken flask
spilled into his eyes.  As he lay screaming and writhing on the floor Luke
heard the lab door open and shut followed by footsteps.

"Are you okay Luke?" A female voice asked.

"Help me!  Please help me!  Something got in my eyes and is blinding
me!" Luke cried out.

"That would be hydrochloric acid.  Don't let anyone say I don't do
anything nice for people.  I let you pop Grace's cherry before this
unfortunate accident didn't I?  Let's go Theodore," The brunette woman said
before turning to leave the room.  The raven jumped from the rack to the
woman's shoulder and they left Luke lying on the floor in agony as the acid
ate through his eyes.

***

"You don't have to be here Joan.  You should be at your meeting," Kevin
said wheeling himself into a hobby shop as Joan held the door open for him.

"The committee cancelled the meeting before I could even call them.
We'll have it on Friday," Joan replied.

"You still didn't need to come.  I could have made it down here on my
own."

"Don't start with me Kevin.  I just didn't feel like sitting around the
house, okay?  What are we doing here anyways?  I thought you quit painting
those miniature figures."

"I did.  I'm getting something for Luke.  I was going to get it for him
for Christmas...  I won't be long."

"No hurry.  I'll be outside." As Joan waited outside leaning against the
store window she started mumbling to God underneath her breath.  "Nice work
God.  Is this what you meant when you said no matter how bad things get
there's always a plan?  You told me to keep the manger scene in the
Christmas display at the mall.  You never said anything about Luke going
blind!  Luke's got permanent eye damage regardless of any eyesight he gets
back!  They said there's an eighty- percent chance he'll be completely
blind!  God damn it..."

Joan sighed deeply as she sat down on a sidewalk bench and hit it hard
with the bottom of her hand.

"Joan you know better than to use language like that," a black man said
sitting down next to her.

"What's Luke have to do with any of this?  Why'd he have to get hurt!"
Joan shouted.

"You're right, all I asked you to do was to keep the manger scene in the
display, but you know better than to think that I'd punish innocent people.
There are always other forces around you, to tempt you into doing things
you normally wouldn't."

"Who?  The devil?"

"Joan all I can tell you is that there is always a plan, no matter who
is involved.  In the end it's your actions that determine your fate."

***

Kevin watched his sister sit down on the bench and hit it before he
turned back around to the aisle he was in.  There were only three other
people plus the clerk in the store so getting what he came for would be
easy.  Three weeks ago when he was still doing his miniatures Kevin was in
the store with Luke, who came across a build it yourself radio kit that he
took a great liking too.  Unfortunately it cost far more money than Luke
had and would take him nearly four months of saving his allowance.

Even though Luke was all but completely blind and the doctors had said
there was an eighty- percent chance he would go completely blind, Kevin
refused to believe that and wanted to get him the kit.  He already most of
the money needed to pay for it when Luke first pointed it out and had saved
enough to get it for him for Christmas.  This year though Christmas
wouldn't quite be the same and there was no point in waiting he thought.

When the aisle was clear and nobody was looking Kevin quickly placed the
kit in the backpack hanging on the back of his wheelchair and zipped it up.
He looked around a bit longer pretending to be looking for something, then
picked up two Warcraft miniatures and headed for the cash register.  Mr.
Mooney who he had seen hundreds of times before in the shop had a look of
disappointment on his face as Kevin rolled up.

"Hey something wrong Mr.  Mooney?" Kevin asked.

"Please take the kit out of your bag."

"What are you talking about?"

"You see the big black dome on the ceiling?"

"Yeah," Kevin answered turning to look at it.

"That's a camera and I saw you stick one of the radio kits into your bag
on the surveillance tv under my counter."

"Fine," Kevin sighed removing the kit and throwing it on the counter.
"It's for Luke, he's been temporarily blinded you know!  You've never
complained about me taking stuff before!"

"I heard about Luke on the news and my condolences to your family."

"Luke's not dead!  He was just in an accident!  He's going to get his
sight back!" Kevin screamed agitated.  "What're you looking at!" He
screamed again noticing the three other customers in the store looking at
him.  They mumbled to themselves returning to their own business.

Outside sitting on the bench Joan could hear Kevin scream through the
slightly open store door and ran inside to check what was going on.

"What are you screaming for Kevin?  I can hear you outside."

"Stay out of this Joan!"

"Your brother tried to steal a radio kit and I caught him."

"What?  You're stealing again?!?"

"I've never stolen anything before!  They've always let leave the store
with it!"

"And each time we caught him he's complained about us treating him
differently because of his handicap.  This time I have no choice, but to
call the police."

"This is bullshit!" Kevin screamed throwing the two miniatures at Mr.
Mooney.

"Damn it Kevin calm down!  What's wrong with you???"

"I said stay out of this Joan!"

"Look Mr.  Mooney do you really have to call the police?  I swear I'll
let my parents know what happen and he'll be punished for it."

"He's left me with no choice this time Joan.  He's throwing things at me
now."

Joan sighed exasperated as Mr.  Mooney picked up the phone and dialed
the police.  Minutes later a police car and her father's unmarked car
arrived.

***

Joan rode in the car in silence as her father drove her home.  First it
was Luke's accident, then it was Kevin's arrest.  Now Joan was sure that
there was more going on than what God was telling her.  She was becoming
less and less concerned with fulfilling God's request and didn't care too
much what happened to the Christmas display.

"Are you ok Joan?" Will asked noticing his daughter's silent depressed
demeanor as they drove towards home.

"This sucks...  Everything sucks...  I hate Christmas and they can shut
down the Christmas display for all I care."

"I can't argue there.  It certainly has been one hell of a week, but I
must ask you to reconsider doing the Christmas event at the mall."

"Why should I?  God certainly doesn't care what happens to us!  I'm not
doing it!"

"God doesn't have anything to do with this Joan.  I'll admit what
happened to Luke is something that can't be described as anything other
than a freak accident.  But Kevin chose to steal that kit, nobody forced
him to."

"What if he didn't have a choice?  What if someone made him do it?"

"You always have a choice.  He just made a very bad one, which is why
your mother and I decided to let him sit in jail overnight."

"I'm sure he chose to be paralyzed in the car accident too!"

"Joan what are you talking about?  What's gotten into you?  That
accident has nothing to do with today!"

"I know," Joan said moaning as she leaned her head on the window.  "It's
just that this whole week has just sucked."

"I know this is hard for you, it is for all of us especially your
mother, and if you want to pull out of the Santa display at the mall then I
won't stop you.  But I think it'll do you some good, keep your mind off
things."

"So you want me to just forget everything that's happened?"

"That's not what I meant at all.  I didn't want to tell you this yet,
but after Luke's accident at school your mall committee called to send
their regards and told me that in your absence various members of the ACLU
have called and harassed them to either remove the manger scene or shut
down the display all together."

"God, what's wrong with those people!  I'm gone a few days because my
brother's in the hospital and they try to take advantage of it!"

"Do you think the other members on the committee are strong enough to
stand up to them?"

"Debbie maybe, but only if she has other people around her.  I have no
choice, but to go back.  There's at least one thing right now I can keep
from getting screwed up and I'm going to do everything I can to keep it
from happening."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it.  I'm not sure if it was Debbie who called, I
don't remember her name, but she said that instead of opening the display
tomorrow they'll be having a meeting at Sharon's house to discuss what
they're going to do with the ACLU.  I'm sure they'll be glad to see you
there.  Before I forget I'm picking up Kevin from jail tomorrow at one and
your mother will be at the hospital visiting Luke.  Do you think you can
get a ride with Debbie or someone if you need to?  Your mother will give
you a ride there, we just don't know when either of us will be available to
come get you."

"Don't worry about it.  I can get a ride home with someone."

***

"Are you sure you can get a ride home if you need it?" Helen asked as
Joan got out of the car and started towards Sharon's front door.

"Yeah I'll be fine.  Go give Luke his Discman.  You know he's bored
laying there in the hospital."

"Shit!  I knew I forgot something," Helen accidentally cursed realizing
she left Luke's Discman and cd's at home.

"Mom!  You got upset last time I said that word!" Joan joked.

"If you said it now, I'd be a little more understanding.  The last time
you said it was when the ice cream man passed us by and you were six."

"Well just hurry on home and get Luke's stuff.  I'll let it slide this
time."

"Thanks honey.  I'll see you in a little while."

Joan watched her mother drive away and feeling a bit more relaxed than
she had felt lately she walked toward Sharon's door and rang the doorbell.

"Joan it's so good to see you!" Debbie greeted with a big smile.  "After
talking to your dad we weren't sure if you were going to show up.  Hey
everyone Joan's here!" Debbie shouted at the others in the house.

"So they started calling after Luke's accident?" Joan asked as she
entered the house.

"Day after as a matter of fact.  They saw an opportunity to strike I
guess."

"Better luck next year for them then.  Everything's going to go on as
planned."

"You were the last one to show up so we can begin now.  Oh before we
start, let me introduce you to somebody Joan," Debbie said as she walked
towards a man Joan didn't recognize.

"Joan this is Peter.  Peter this is Joan.  He'll be one of the guys
playing Santa this year and he's the one who got us the reindeer for the
petting area."

"Nice to meet you Peter," Joan smiled shaking his hand.  "And a big
thanks for finding the reindeer.  It's a big part of the display for the
kids every year besides taking a picture with Santa.  The kids love petting
them."

"Glad I could be of some help," Peter said returning the smile.  "I'm
looking forward to seeing the smiles on the kids faces.  I'm sorry I need
to answer this," he said as the cell phone hanging off his pants began
ringing.

"This is Peter...  Uh-huh...  What do you mean you can't find it?  I
left the check in an envelope on my desk...  Argh!  Alright I'll be there
shortly.  Make sure Tom doesn't leave ok?"

"Is everything alright Peter?" Debbie asked as a look of annoyance
crossed his face.

"Everything's fine, or will be soon enough.  Someone misplaced the check
for the stable fees for the reindeer and I have to go find it or write
another one."

"What about the reindeer?  We're not going to lose their use for the
mall are we?" Joan asked concerned.

"No, no don't worry about, we'll still have the deer," Peter smirked.
"I really must be going though to make sure the check is handed in."

"Not a problem at all if we get to keep the reindeer.  I've got your
number so I'll call you later with any changes in the plans and what not,"
Debbie smiled relieved.  "If nothing else just be sure to be at the mall
tomorrow morning with the Santa suit.  We're going to open at nine."

"Sure thing.  I look forward to getting this thing going.  Nice to meet
you Joan," Peter smiled nodding her way.

He left Debbie's house and returned to his red van with tinted windows.
As he pulled away down the street his cell phone rang again.

"Hello again princess," Peter answered the phone.

"So did you get a good look at her?"

"You know if Will hadn't fucked my life up and sent me to jail, I'd
almost feel guilty for what I'm about to do to Joan and her mother."

"Guilt only holds people back and brings them down.  Will Girardi
screwed you over now it's time to return the favor.  Pick Helen up where I
told you to, then get Joan.  Follow my instructions and we'll both be happy
in the end."

"I'm on my way."

***

A lone raven flew over the skies of Arcadia as it looked for a car.  It
carried a single nail in it's beak and once it spotted the car it was after
it flew towards it.  The bird flew ahead of Helen's vehicle and the nail
fell to the road.  It landed on it's head and buried itself in the tire as
it was run over.

"Damn it!" Helen groaned when she heard a loud popping noise and felt
the front right side start to ride low.  She reached into her purse and
retrieved her cell phone.  As she started to dial Will's number the battery
icon on the screen flashed to indicate a dead battery and the phone
abruptly shut off.  "You've got to be kidding me."

Helen looked back and forth down the road she was on and got out of her
car.  She would have to get out of the car and try to flag down somebody
since the nearest gas station was two miles away.  As Helen got out of the
car and locked it, a large red conversion van pulled up next to her.  Helen
was caught by surprise and a little amused when the window rolled down and
a man dressed in full Santa gear, including hat and beard, leaned his head
out of the window.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Maybe.  Do you have a cell phone?  I've got a flat and my phone's
dead."

"Do you have a spare tire and jack?  I could change it myself if you
did."

"Yeah, in the trunk," Helen said unlocking the trunk as the man put the
van in park and got out.  "Do I know you?  You seem familiar."

"I don't think we've meet," the man replied taking a tire iron and jack
from the trunk.

"I've got to be somewhere important shortly so I really want to thank
you for stopping and helping me out," Helen replied as she walked to the
front of the car to get her purse.  As she turned back around to face the
man she was struck on the top of the skull with the tire iron and
immediately fell to the road unconscious.

"Now that I think about it, I'm sure we haven't met yet Mrs.  Girardi,
but I plan to get to know you and your daughter real well soon.  Please,
call me Peter."

Taking his time and not worried about passing motorists seeing him,
Peter picked up Helen's unconscious body and dumped it in the back of the
van.  He then put everything back into Helen's trunk and drove off.

***

As the last of the Christmas committee drove off Joan found herself
still at Sharon's house asking for a ride.

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble giving me a ride home?" Joan
asked.

"Not a problem at all.  I don't mind giving you a ride and in fact if
you or anyone ever need anything give me a call."

"I don't think I'll need too much more than today's ride, but thanks
anyway."

"Let me go to the bathroom real quick and we'll be on our way."

"Sure."

Joan paced around Sharon's house thinking about various things; Luke's
accident, Kevin's arrest, God's current project for her.  While she waited
her thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Joan can you get that?" Sharon yelled out of the bathroom.

"Sure," Joan replied walking to the front door to answer.  "Uh...  Hi,
can I help you?" Joan asked a man in full Santa attire.

"It's me Peter, I picked up the suit earlier and I want to see what
Sharon thinks of it.  I think it's a little small for a Santa suit.  Is she
here?"

"Yes she is, but she's kind of indisposed at the moment but she'll be
out in a few minutes."

"Indisposed?  Oooooooh!  Okay."

"Who was it?" Sharon yelled again.

"It's me.  I need you to look at this Santa suit," Peter called out.

"Just a second, I'll be down in a bit," Sharon replied before flushing
the toilet and washing her hands.  She then joined Joan and Peter in the
living room.  "Hey Peter how are you doing?"

"What do you think of the suit?  I looks a little small in the legs."

"I think it looks good, what do you think Joan?"

"Me too, looks good."

"Good then.  We won't have to make any alterations, but I do have one
more question."

"What's that?"

"Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?"

"What?".

Joan screamed hysterically when Peter reached into his Santa coat and
pulled out a gun.  A single shot to the head killed Sharon immediately and
Joan tried to run for the door, but Peter caught her by the arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Peter sneered.

"Why- Why'd you kill her?!?" Joan cried.

"She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.  You and me have a
trip to take.  Your mother is waiting in the van."

"My mother?  What did you do to her?"

"Nothing yet," Peter replied as he forced Joan from the house and walked
towards the van.

"MOM!" Joan screamed hysterically seeing her mother's unconscious body
on the van floor.  That was the last thing she saw before Peter struck her
in the back of the head with the gun.

***

Helen slowly woke up suffering from a pounding headache.  As she opened
her eyes and gained her bearings she saw that she was lying on a barn floor
covered with hay.  She looked around a bit still groggy and concern swelled
her head when she saw Joan lying unconscious only a few feet away.

"Oh my God!  Joan!  Joan!  Speak to me!" Helen cried as she moved over
to her daughter's side.

"Don't worry Mrs.  Girardi she'll be awake soon enough.  The fun won't
start until she does," Peter said slamming the barn door shut behind him
still dressed in the Santa suit.

"Who are you?  What have you done to my daughter?" Helen demanded her
motherly instincts kicking in.

"I only knocked her unconscious.  She'll be alright."

"What do you want from us?  My husband's a cop!  You lay a hand on us
and he won't stop until you're arrested!"

"Then he'd finally arrest me for something I did."

"What?  What are you talking about?"

"That's not important," Peter said momentarily distracted by moans
coming from Joan.  "Good, Joan's awake so things can finally began."

"Mom what's going on?" Joan asked her mother as she collected herself
suffering from head trauma too.

"Are you okay Joan?" Helen asked embracing her daughter and helping her
sit up.

"My head hurts, but I'm fine." Joan's face turned to shock when she
looked up and saw Peter.  "Peter what're you doing here?  Why are you doing
this?"

"I haven't done anything yet.  I owe your father for a 'favor' he did
for me several years back, and now I'm here to return it and I thought I'd
keep in the Christmas spirit and keep the suit on while I made him his
gift."

"But he's not here," Joan replied.

"He doesn't need to be.  I'll deliver the gift to him myself."

"What are you talking about?" Helen asked.

"If the two of you will, please oblige me and stand up."

"Why?" Joan asked as she and Helen continued to sit.

"Oh god why must you make it difficult?" Peter asked annoyed walking
into an empty nearby stall and dragged Sharon's body out throwing it on the
ground in front of the two Girardi females.

"Oh my God!" Helen groaned.

"Why'd you shoot Sharon?!?" Joan cried remembering the shooting right
before she was knocked out. "Like I said the proverbial wrong place at the
wrong time.  That's not important here.  Would you two like to live to see
tomorrow?" Neither Joan nor Helen answered, so Peter pulled a pitchfork out
of a nearby bale of hay.  "Like I said, who would like to live to see
tomorrow?  If you want me to kill you I can, but it'll be slow and
painful."

"What do you want?  WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Helen suddenly screamed
hysterically.

"Great I can see this won't be as easy and fun for me as I had hoped.  I
see you two are just going to sit there and make me do everything for you.
But before I forget I need to do one more thing."

Peter left the barn and disappeared for several minutes before returning
with a tripod and camcorder.  Joan and Helen were sitting in the same spot
that he had left them.

"Holy shit you two must really depend on Will for your peace of mind.
You dumb cunts didn't even try to escape while I left."

"What's that for?" Joan asked as Peter set up the camera.

"It's the favor I'm doing for your father Joan.  Now I know hay isn't
the most comfortable thing in the world so I also brought you a blanket,"
Peter said throwing the blanket at Joan.  "Spread it over the floor so the
hay won't stick you as much." He waited as the blanket was spread then gave
his first orders to the Girardi's.

"Good now we're ready to roll," Peter said flicking on the camcorder
recording their every movement.  "First I want you two to undress each
other."

"NO!  You can't make us!" Helen shouted defiantly.

"Yes I can," Peter sneered removing a gun from ankle holster underneath
his pants and pointing at Joan.

"NO!  Don't!" Helen screamed as Peter pulled the trigger several times.
Joan cried out in pain falling to the ground clutching her side as a
handful of bb pellets struck her.

"Please, I'm not going to kill you just yet," Peter laughed as a crying
Joan got back to her feet.  "Now do as I ask without anymore trouble and
nobody gets shot.  Understood?"

"Yes," Helen and Joan mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Good girls, now strip each other like I asked." Peter then checked the
camera one more time to make sure everything was working correctly.  As
Helen and Joan started to undress each other he spoke to the camera.
"Hello Will, remember me?  You do don't you?  You sent me to jail for the
murders of two kids and I didn't like it one bit.  It was your testimony
that put me there, but the miracle of science and DNA got me out.  This is
no time to reminisce though.  While you're stuck in the basement of your
house I'm spending some quality time with your wife and daughter." As Peter
spoke Helen and Joan were soon in just their bra and panties.  "I know
you've seen your wife naked, but what about your daughter?  Have you ever
seen her naked?  She's got quite the nice body now, and it's too bad I
won't be around to see Joan fully developed, but I'll have a good time
deflowering her.  Helen's not too bad either." Joan and Helen were finally
completely nude.  "Oh man look at the tits and ass on Joan.  She's
definitely a hottie, but wait!  She's your baby girl isn't she?!?  Oh well,
somebody's got to show her the ropes.  Now spin around for me!" Peter
shouted at Helen and Joan.  They obliged and began turning.  "Many oh man
Will you've got it good, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?
Let's have a taste shall we?"

Peter left the camera on Helen and Joan recording their movements and
walked towards them as he stripped off the red Santa pants.  He stopped in
front of the two females looking them both up and down.

"Bend over and spread your legs Helen so Joan can have a nice view of
your ass," Peter.  He smiled delighted as the elder Girardi did as she was
told with a look of disgust across her and her daughter's faces.  "Before
we go any further I just want to make sure you two cunts know that I will
maim and kill you if you give me too much trouble," Peter warned.  Helen
and Joan nodded their heads yes and Peter smiled again.  "Good, now Joan
eat your mother's ass for daddy.  Get your tongue nice and deep inside."

Joan gagged and pouted as she followed Peter's orders.  She got to her
knees on the blanket with her mother's ass right about eye level.  Helen
sighed despairingly as Joan's hands clamped onto her ass and spread her
checks.  Peter's cock started to rapidly stiffen as Joan's tongue dipped
inside her mother's ass.  Helen mumbled in pity and disgust as her daughter
started tonguing her butthole.  Joan worked her tongue in and out of her
anus much to Peter's delight.  Joan gagged as her tongue worked further and
further into her mother's butt, the smell and taste of shit starting to
become more pungent.

"That turns you on doesn't Will?" Peter asked the camera as he ran his
hands up and down the front of Helen's body.  "If you ask nicely maybe Joan
will eat your ass out one day?  Maybe she could service Kevin and Luke too.
Oh...  I'm sorry, Kevin doesn't have any feeling below his waist does he?
You could stick a brick up his ass and he wouldn't feel it.  And I guess
Luke wouldn't really know it was Joan eating his ass out since he's blind
now unless of course someone told him it was her.  Oh well we'll talk again
later."

"That's enough Joan," Peter said "Come here and suck on my cock while
mom lays on her back and tongues your pussy." Joan got to her feet and
looked at Helen with a pleading look in her eyes.  Helen had no response
for her daughter other than a look of pity.

Helen laid on her back in front of Peter and waited in emotional agony
as Joan stood over her face and slowly lowered herself.  When Peter's cock
was at mouth level Joan's pussy was pushing into Helen's mouth.  Joan felt
a pang of embarrassment as her mother's fingers spread her cuntal lips
apart and her tongue slowly pushed in.  Joan took Peter's cock by the base
and started by slowly licking at it's purple head.

Peter smiled condescendingly as Joan amateurishly played with his prick.
Her tiny inexperienced mouth slowly took in the tip of his penis her tongue
pressing against it.  As Joan slowly worked more of Peter's shaft between
her lips she suddenly let out a gasp.  Her face turned red and Peter
laughed when he realized what happened.

Helen nearly began to cry as Joan orgasmed from her oral stimulation.
Joan's eyes were starting to wet as well as she felt her mother lick the
girl juice from her moist pussy.  Helen continued working her tongue up and
down her daughter's slit cleaning it not wanting to upset Peter and have
him shoot Joan with the bb gun again.  When the last of his eight-inch long
shaft entered Joan's mouth, Peter grabbed the back of her head pressing it
towards him.  He grinned as Joan gagged and wheezed trying to suck in air.

Helen slid out from under Joan as her daughter suffered waiting for air.
"Stop it!  You're hurting her!  Don't do this!" She screamed hitting Peter
trying to pull his hands away from Joan's head.

Peter let go of Joan, her mouth sliding off his dick with a pop and she
fell to the floor coughing.  He then turned his attention to Helen and
became angry.  Without a word or warning Peter reared back and punched
Helen in the face.  She stumbled backwards a few steps before falling to
the ground.  He then turned towards Joan and glared at her before giving
her a warning.

"See what happens when you fight?" Joan could only watch in horror as
Peter stormed towards her mother pinning her neck to the ground choking
her. "This could have been so much easier you stupid slut!" Peter shouted
not letting up on his grip even as Helen's face literally turned blue.
When her body began to twitch and her eyes bugged out he let go of Helen's
neck.

She coughed violently as air slowly trickled into her body and Peter
grabbed her ankles and yanking her towards him.  He spread Helen's legs
apart and jammed his white-gloved index and middle fingers into Helen's
cunt.

"Stop it!  Don't!" Joan cried as Peter began to forcefully work his
fingers in and out of her mother's snatch.

"Shut up!" Peter sharply warned and Joan said nothing more.  She began
to cry hysterically as Peter humiliated Helen.  "So tell me Helen, does
Joan know?"

"No..." Helen sniffled with Peter continuing to jam his fingers in and
out of her pussy.

"Is that true?  Do you not know Joan?" Peter asked smiling at her.

"Know what?" Joan sniffled quietly.

"That mommy's been raped once before?"

"No I didn't..."

"Huh, well when I get done with the two of you, you'll both have
something else in common," Peter sneered turning his attention back to
Helen.

Peter pulled his fingers from Helen's cunt and took hold of his dick
pushing it toward her opening.  The pain and terror of her previous rape
came flooding back for Helen as Peter's cock pushed inside of her.  She
heard his grunts, felt his rod as he pumped it deep inside of her.  Joan
began crying hysterically as her mother's face turned red and swelled with
tears.  Helen felt helpless to protect her or Joan as Peter's dick plowed
into her spreading her pussy lips with every thrust.  She waited in agony
for him to come in her, to impregnate her like her previous rapist did.
Helen lived with the agony and guilt of an aborted baby keeping it a secret
even from Will.

But Peter's orgasm didn't come, and his semen didn't enter her womb.
Instead he pulled and turned her onto her stomach.  Helen cringed as the
head of his cock slowly pushed her ass apart forcing itself into her anus.
Joan watched with horror and disgust as Peter forced his shaft deeper and
deeper into her mother's backside as she bit her lip.  When he was bottomed
out in Helen's rectum and his balls rested against her skin, Peter leaned
over and whispered in her ear.

"You like that Helen?  You like having my thick cock in your ass?"

"Stop it...  Please..." She blubbered.

"Is this your first time taking it in the ass?  I bet it is; it feels so
nice and tight."

Joan curled up in shock watching as Peter anally raped her mother.
Anguish cursed Helen's face with each thrust of Peter's manhood into her
rectum.  His cock throbbed with every push into Helen's butt.  The tight
fit of her asshole squeezing down hard on it made it throb more and more.
Peter looked over at Joan and laughed as he blew a load pumping cum into
Helen's ass.  The half-dressed Santa got up and walked over to where she
lay crying.

"Suck my dick clean," he ordered.  Joan continued to cry not moving as
if she didn't hear Peter.  A hard kick from his big black boot to her
stomach brought her back to reality.  "I said suck my dick clean."

Sobbing Joan sat up and quickly glanced at her mother who was trembling
as she laid on the ground.  She took Peter's prick into her mouth wrapping
her lips around it and slithering her tongue along it's shaft as she licked
both Peter's cum and hints of her mother's crap from it.  When Peter
decided she was done he pushed Joan off of him and then looked at Helen.

"Helen stay there, Joan go to your mother and suck all of my cum from
her butthole," Peter demanded.

As Joan slowly made her way to Helen's side Peter took the camcorder off
the tripod and zoomed in on Joan's face.

"Do you see that Will?" Peter asked into the camera's audio recorder as
Joan began to eat out her mother's ass again.  "Does that turn you on
watching your daughter eat out Helen's cream pie.  Do you think Joan will
grow to be a cum slut?  I think she will." Peter zoomed the camera in real
close on Joan as her tongue pressed deep into Helen's rectum while she
sucked Peter's cum out of it.  "Hey Joan daddy, and frankly I, would like
to know if you like the taste of cum?  You'll grow to be a cum slut won't
you?"

Fearing for her mother's life and her own Joan gargled what she thought
Peter wanted to hear, "Yes."

"You hear that gargling noise Will that's my cum in your daughter's
mouth.  It taste good doesn't it Joan?"

"Yes," came another distorted response.

"Good, but let's see what your mother thinks.  Spit my cum into her
mouth."

Peter's dick started to throb and pulse again as Joan crawled towards
her mother.  Helen turned over onto her back and waited as Joan moved her
face above her's and opened her mouth.  Peter got hard as the cum dripped
from Joan's mouth to her mother's.

"Now swallow Helen," Peter commanded as the last string of white dropped
into her mouth.  With one gulp Helen swallowed the semen and he smiled.
"Excellent, it's almost over and my present to Will is almost done.  Now
Helen I want you to get on all fours and Joan I want you to fist her pussy
and asshole."

The two Girardi women looked at Peter incredulously and he made a simple
gesture toward his gun that put them back into their places.  Watching as
Joan inserted two fingers into her mother's snatch, Peter took his right
glove off and began to stroke himself.  Helen's anus was still stretched
and gaping from Peter's dick so Joan easily slid two fingers into it.

"That a girl Joan.  Work your whole hand into your mother's cunt and
asshole," Peter encouraged before turning to the camera.  "You see that
Will?  You've got one giant incestuous family.  Your daughter is about to
fist your wife.  Watch and enjoy, I know I will."

Peter brought his attention back to the Girardi's as he continued to
jerk himself off.  Joan's left hand worked itself nearly down the wrist in
little time.  Her right hand though was taking a bit longer and Peter
decided to help it along.  He stood over Joan and grabbed her right wrist
pushing it into Helen's ass.  Helen cried out as her anus swelled quickly
to accommodate the invading hand.  Minutes later both of Joan's hands were
stuffed into her mother's orifices.

As Joan began to fist her mother like she was ordered, Peter climbed off
of her and moved behind her.  He brought Joan to her knees as well and
stood over her backside working his cock into her pussy.  Joan grimaced and
cried out as her virgin cunt was being sowed for the first time.

"Keep fisting your mother until I cum in your belly," Peter warned.

He kept pushing his dick deeper into Joan until he bumped into her
hymen. Then with one hard thrust he broke the fleshy membrane.  Joan cried
out as her cherry was popped and a small trace of blood trickled from her
pussy.  Wishing for the ordeal to be over Joan continued to pump her hands
in and out of Helen's openings.  Her mother gasped reeling from the pain in
her overly stretched ass.

Peter just smiled and continued sliding his prick into Joan's folds
stretching her walls.  He felt his balls start to swell again, his cock
started to ache.  Tears were flowing down the faces of Helen and Joan as
the younger fisted the elder.  Joan was starting to hate life and was
starting to hate God.  No plan he had in mind was worth this misery.

Then after what seemed forever Peter finally came, shooting his semen
into her belly.  Letting out a deep-relaxed sigh Peter pulled his cum
covered dick from Joan's pussy and slowly stood up.

"That's enough girls.  Pull your hands out of your mother Joan," he
smiled waiting as Joan slowly did as he said.  "Now turn around and suck my
dick clean."

Joan turned around and sat up on her knees looking at Peter pitifully
before hesitantly taking his dick into her mouth.  She could see the small
amounts of blood she lost when she was deflowered.  With a gagging feeling
tumbling through her body, feeling as if she was going to throw up, Joan
placed her lips around the base of Peter's shaft.  Slowly she moved her
head back and forth cleaning up the blood and semen with her tongue.

"Now swallow," Peter ordered as Joan's lips popped off his member.
"That's a good girl," he replied chuckling as he put his Santa suit fully
back on.  "Now Joan get back on all fours and Helen now it's your turn to
fist your daughter."

"Please stop Peter...  Please...  No more..." Helen begged one last time
looking for mercy.  Peter coldly stared the two of them down and they
finally accepted there was no avoiding doing what he wanted.

Peter walked back to the camera as Joan got to hands and knees and Helen
crawled up behind her.  Without even spreading Joan's pussy lips Helen
could see the sticky bloody mess that was inside her daughter as it dripped
from her snatch.

"Oh god..." Helen mumbled as she spread her daughter open and looked
inside.  It was a thick ugly mess of semen and blood with barely a bit of
flesh visible.

"Quit stalling Helen," Peter warned and he smiled as she slipped two
fingers in Joan's still swollen and freshly popped cunt.

"You know Will," Peter began speaking into the camera, "While I was
fucking Joan watching her fist Helen I just couldn't help but think that
Joan was all grown up now and needed to be fisted too.  I really hadn't
plan on Helen doing this so think of this as a bonus scene.  Oh and don't
worry, I'll be getting them some drinks for their thirst when they get
done."

Peter smiled and grinned as Helen worked a third and fourth finger into
Joan's pussy.  The defeated and traumatized look on Joan's face pleased him
greatly.

"How are you doing Joan?  Is your mother being a handful?" Peter mocked
Joan as tears ran down her face.

"Mom...  Please stop..." Joan whined quietly as Helen's entire fist
slipped inside her pussy.

"I'm sorry honey, I'm so so sorry," Helen cried her fist plunging deeper
and deeper in Joan's body.

"Mommy would stop if she loved you Joan, but she doesn't.  Your mother
wants you to become a slut just like her, to only be able to get off by
being a really dirty girl.  That's right Helen work that hand of yours in
and out of Joan.  Fist her hard and deep."

Peter began to feel his crotch act up again as he watched Helen
shamefully continue to fist Joan.  This time though he wasn't hard.  He
opened the zipper on his pants and pulled out his cock.  Walking in front
of Joan he got to his knees and forced his penis back into her mouth
holding it in place by holding the back of her head.

Joan screamed and gagged as Peter's urine started gushing into her
mouth. Peter watched smiling as couldn't help but begin to try and swallow
down his piss.  The rank taste became too much for her and she stopped
swallowing letting it build up in her mouth.  Some began to trickle out of
her mouth as she coughed and gagged, Peter held back and stopped pissing
while Joan spazzed.

He pulled his penis from her mouth and Joan immediately spit the urine
all over the blanket as she tried to suck in air.  While she was wheezing
Peter let loose again and let the remainder of his pee exit his body and
splash down on Joan's face.  Spitting piss and coughing violently Joan let
out agonizing moans as she tried to regain her bearings.  Peter tucked his
cock back into his pants and zipped up.  He then gave Helen new orders.

"Pull your hand out of your daughter's cunt and sit up Helen.  Joan
stand up and face your mother." Helen was the quicker of the two to do as
she was told while Joan took her time getting up trying to recover.  Peter
became impatient and gave Joan a hard boot to the hip.

"Get up stupid cunt!" Peter screamed.  Joan let out a cry of pain from
the kick as she dragged herself to her feet.  "Now piss on your mother's
face," Peter ordered when mother and daughter were as he ordered.

"I can't...  Please don't make me..." Joan whined.

"Joan do it, he'll hurt us if you don't," Helen murmured.

"I can't, mom, I can't."

"I'd advise you to do as your mother says or she'll be having lunch with
Sharon real soon."

Joan stood there crying silently as she spread her legs and began peeing
on her mother.  The yellow liquid hit Helen in the face, a lot of it
getting soaked up by her hair.  Peter smiled pleasantly surprised by how
well the tape was turning out.

"You can sit down now Joan," He said as the last of the pee hit Helen in
the face when Joan emptied herself out.  "Your misery is almost over.
There's just one more thing I want you to do.  And of course stay here or
I'll kill you," Peter warned before heading toward the other side of the
barn.

"Joan, are you ok?" Helen asked as Joan fell to the floor like a stone.

"Mom please make it stop, please make it stop..." Joan whined as the two
urine soaked Girardi's sat up inching towards each other.

"It'll be over soon," Helen said trying to reassure her daughter.

"How do you know?  It'd be over now if God still gave a shit!" Joan
screamed hysterically.

"What was that?  Did you hear it?"

"Hear what..."

"That," Helen said as the noise of a stable slamming shut rang
throughout the barn.

"What's going on?  Mom please make it stop!" Joan pleaded with her
mother.

"Don't worry Joan it's almost over," Peter said coming back into their
sight pulling something behind him.  "I could hear you two gabbing on the
other side of the barn.  You should really try whispering.  It'll be good
though for Will to watch you two crying and carrying on and shit.  Makes it
more personal."

"What do you want from us?  WHAT?" Joan wailed.

"Not much my dear.  Like I said there's just one more thing I want from
you two.  Then I'll let you be on your merry way."

"You raped my daughter, you made her fist me, and you made her suck your
cum out of my butt before feeding it to me!  WHAT MORE COULD YOU DO TO US
YOU BASTARD?"

"Only this."

Helen and Joan's jaws dropped and their faces paled when Peter led two
reindeer from behind him.

"No!  NO!" Joan muttered as she stumbled to her feet to run.  Peter
immediately pulled a gun from his Santa suit and cocked it.

"Did you hear that?  I wouldn't run if I were you.  This isn't the bb
gun, this is the gun that killed Sharon and will kill mommy if you run."
Joan sat back down whimpering.  "That's a good girl.  I don't care which,
but pick a reindeer and sit back in front of the camera."

Helen was the first to slowly get up and grab a rope without looking at
the animal then Joan took the one left.  Peter zoomed the camera out a bit
then made some final adjustments on the Girardi females and their animals
before speaking one more time to the camera.

"Well Will, this is it, the final act.  Your daughter tossed your wife's
salad, your wife ate your daughter's pussy, they're both soaking in and
urine, and now all the women in your life have been raped.  I bet the fact
that you couldn't save Helen from being raped again or keep Joan from
becoming a slut just like her hurts the most doesn't it?  Just remember you
brought this on yourself, I didn't kill those kids, you knew it and I knew
it!  You fucking bastard!  You took away thirteen years of my life!"

In a sudden fit of rage Peter stomped towards Joan and planted a hard
boot to her face sending her crashing the barn floor with a bloody nose.

"Joan!" Helen screamed instinctively reaching for her daughter before
being met with a boot of her own.

As the Girardi women cried in pain as they struggled to bring themselves
back up Peter took a deep breath and returned to the camera.

"Sorry about that Will, I lost my cool there momentarily.  Anyway, this
is the last I'll say to you so remember this, Merry Christmas."

"Now girls," Peter began turning his attention back to Helen and Joan.
"I want you two to crawl underneath the reindeer and began to gently stroke
their penis until it's nice and erect."

Peter watched as Joan and Helen obeyed getting under the deer and
slowly, but surely, arousing them.  He knew the implications of his deal
with the devil, knew that by signing away his soul he'd be spending
eternity in hell, but this was well worth it he thought.  Will Girardi help
wrongly convict and send him to jail for two murders he didn't commit.
That felt like an eternity to Peter, felt like hell on earth.  He no longer
dwelled on the half dozen rapes that had been forced on him, or having a
homemade knife stuck in his gut.  He was getting his revenge and Will
Girardi would soon be as miserable as he had been.

Within just a couple of minutes Helen and Joan had erect deer penis in
their hands and were jerking them off.  Peter watched them masturbate the
deer listening to them sniffle and moan at the humiliation.  The only thing
that would make this scene better for him is if Will was here to watch his
women jack off the beasts.  It was now time to move on to step two.

"Okay that's enough jacking off, now I want you two to suck your deer's
cock."

Joan and Helen started to look at him in silent protest, but one show of
his gun stopped that in it's tracks.  The two women turned back around to
their deer and holding the cocks in their hands they slowly took them in
their mouths.

"That's it girls.  That taste good doesn't it?" Peter taunted watching
Joan and Helen's lips start to slide back and forth over the reindeers'
members.  "Which taste better?  My dick or theirs?"

Humiliated and defeated Helen and Joan continued to let the deer penises
slid between their lips.  Their bitter nasty precum began to fall on their
tongues and they gagged.  Joan was having a difficult time dealing with the
situation in hand especially since the reindeer were introduced.  She
gagged and moaned nearly spitting up several times as the deer penis sank
back into her mouth and Peter noticed it deciding to push Joan's one last
button.

"Okay now it's time to move on to the third and final step.  Both of you
on your knees now," he ordered.

Helen and Joan once again did as they were told though each were in
separate states of mind.  Helen was somewhat unaware of what was going on.
She could hear Peter and did as she was told, but didn't think too much
past that.  Joan on the other hand was going through a deep and personal
crisis.  She watched crying begging God for answers to questions she didn't
want to ask as Peter lead one deer behind her mother who did nothing as the
animal tried several times to mount her before successfully doing it.  The
as Peter led the second deer towards her Joan closed her eyes tightly and
bit her lip waiting for the incoming animal penis to invade her...  But it
didn't hit where she expected.

"PETER STOP IT!  STOP IT!" Joan screamed in agony as the deer cock
pricked her asshole.  "I hate you God!  I hate you!"

***

Peter, Joan, and Helen were unaware that they were being watched by two
figures sitting up in the rafters of the barn

"That's it!  I win!" The dark hair women exclaimed.

"No, the bet was that she would renounce me.  All she said was that she
hated me," the black man replied.

"That's the same thing!  It's close enough!" The Devil protested.

"No it's not and you know it," God said.  "You do realize now that
because of your viciousness with the Girardis, I'm going to have to let the
entire family into heaven despite just about anything they do before they
die.  Oh, and unless Joan renounces me sometime in the future and means it,
I'll let you walk Earth anytime you for the time being.  We'll just call
this whole thing a draw.  Anyway I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to
run.  Because of our little bet Will's going to shoot himself after seeing
the tape and it's not his time yet.  Oh and you need to take care of Peter
when all of this is done.  I don't care what you told him, just break the
deal or I will."

"All right all right.  I've got some other people to visit, so I've got
to get going myself.  I'll see you around."

"But not too soon Luci."

"You know I hate being called that."

"I know, but doesn't Lucifer sound a bit masculine to you?"

"Lucifer sounds more intimidating than Luci.  That's the annoying girl
on 7th Heaven too."

"I can't stand Ruthie myself."

"You could make the writers of that show change things to be the way you
want you know."

"I don't know, the use of my power for things like that seems like a
waste.  If people only knew their conception of me was bit off."

"If people knew you actually made bets like these every church would
burn."

"Like I said the Girardis will get in Heaven."

***

Joan screamed and cried hysterically as the reindeer cock continued to
pound her ass, stretching her sphincter with every push inside.  Having the
large engorged animal penis penetrate her backside was painful beyond
anything she knew.  Her muscles were being stretched and torn, her skin was
becoming raw.  The blood now spilling from her butthole made Peter cruelly
laugh at her.

Helen's eyes were open and she made grunts and groans, but for the most
part she did little as her body was rocked back and forth as the reindeer
thrust himself into her.  Suddenly the deer's weight fell on her pinning
her to the ground.  It's large bulbous dick erupted sending shot after shot
of it's semen deep into her belly.  Joan looked over at her mother and
began muttering and crying as deer cum started slipping from Helen's
snatch.

Then she cried out as she felt the deer's member balloon up one more
size before depositing it's cum into her ass.  The reindeer's orgasm lasted
several minutes and she felt as every last drop of semen squirted into her
body.

As the deer finished depositing in the Girardi women Peter pulled them
off the girls and led them back to their stables.  He returned letting the
camera continue recording catching every gasp for air, every groan of pain
that came from Helen and Joan.  Helen now a defeated and humiliated two
time rape victim and Joan crying and bleeding from the ass and vagina left
Peter with a nice sense of accomplishment.  Leaving the Girardi women
laying in heap on the barn floor he packed up the camera and left them.

***

News quickly spread through Arcadia and the newspapers and tabloids told
the story of a wrongly convicted man come back to get his revenge on the
man who put him in jail.

Shortly after leaving Helen and Joan in the barn Peter Withers stopped
by the Girardi house to drop off the tape.  After watching Will take the
tape inside Peter drove off heading towards the freeway.  As he got off the
entrance ramp and onto the main stretch of road a diesel truck carrying
gasoline jackknifed in front of him.  He was killed immediately as he
plowed into it and a large explosion ensued.

Joan and Helen laid in the barn awhile longer whimpering and crying
traumatized by their ordeal.  When they were finally convinced Peter was
gone they both slowly got up and dressed themselves.  When they left barn
and emerged outside they found the farm they were on abandoned and didn't
know where they were.  They started down the road walking until a gas
station came into sight and their used the phone to get some help.

Moments before he was to leave to pick up Kevin, Will got a sneaking
suspicion that something wasn't right in the basement and was drawn to it.
Letting the door shut behind him he found the doorknob jammed when he tried
to leave.  It wasn't until much later when he tried the door again he was
able to leave.  When he got back to ground level his doorbell rang and he
answered the door.  There he found the tape that led to his drinking and
two weeks later his suicide attempt.

Given the circumstances his family was in pity played a role in the
theft charges against Kevin being dropped.  He skipped school for several
weeks when Luke was finally released from the hospital Luke was eventually
released from the hospital with no hope of his sight ever returning.  He
stayed in his room most of the time lying in bed and not doing much of
anything.  He had no immediate plans of returning to school and didn't know
what was going to happen from here.

***

For the fourth day in a row since being released from the hospital Luke
lay in his bed moping in misery.  There was nothing but silence in his room
as he suffered trying to deal with what had happened to his family when the
phone rang.  He picked up the cordless he had in bed and answered.

"We don't need any more condolences, so if you don't have anything else
to say hang up."

"Hey Luke it's Grace.  Can I talk to you?"

"Sure.  Sorry about that, I'm just tired of listening to strangers say
how sorry they are for everything," He said bitterly.  "Anyway, what's up?"

"Umm...  I just got back from Planned Parenthood and I have something I
need to tell you."

"Wait a second.  Did you just say Planned Parenthood?"

"Yeah I did.  Luke I'm pregnant."

