Something Better

by Ozmanga

Chapter 8 Saturday Afternoon

3,228 words

Agnes hadn't seen Gladys for some days. She felt guilty that her new found friendship for the Jefferson twins had occupied her mind to the exclusion of almost everything else. She had made a cake to celebrate the twins eighteenth birthday and they had said they would call in at Rose Cottage at about four o'clock to share it. She debated whether to invite her old friend and fellow stalwart of the Women's Auxiliary to tea at four. If I did, she thought, Gladys would surely notice how happy the girls make me and perhaps be persuaded to join us. On the other hand she might throw a righteousness fit and we might never speak again.

After lunch she walked into the village and knocked on the door of the small brick house Gladys rented from the postmistress. No one answered and Agnes, thinking something may be wrong with her friend, used the keys she had been given to open the door and go in. The house was empty but in the center of Gladys' small dinner table was an envelope with "Agnes" scrawled across it. Agnes opened the letter and read.

Agnes Dear, I am determined to get incontrovertible evidence that Mary Jones is a slut who not only dresses like one but who behaves like one carrying on with those two city boys who look at one so lewdly. I'm off to my hide in the wood above the Manse. If I get the chance I'll catch the whore at her game and expose the trollop for what she is a husband-poaching gold-digger. Gladys.

The poor woman's obsession is getting out of hand, thought Agnes. Well, that solves the question do I invite her to tea or relax with those wonderful girls.

As she was locking Gladys' door behind her Agnes was surprised to see the city youths' Honda pull up in front of the gate. Pip got out she saw he was holding Gladys' camera. He was surprised to find Agnes there. He said Gladys had called at the Manse during the morning but had left her camera behind when she departed. He thought he might return it to her.

"How thoughtful of you, Pip, but she's not in. If you let me have it I'll give it to her when I see her next."

"Thanks," he said and reluctantly handed the camera to her. She dropped the note addressed "Agnes". Pip hesitated for a moment as she picked up the note. Then he climbed back into the Honda and drove off.
***
In the kitchen of the Manse Gladys, naked with her hands tied behind her back, knelt in front of Byron's chair. He was wearing only a singlet and she was regarding his limp but long cock as if it was a serpent. Jeremy, fully dressed, stood nervously behind her. 

"I don't like it," he said. "She can't stay here. And she can't go home. This impossible situation has got completely out of control. I knew it would end in disaster." He wrung his hands.

"Calm down, you miserable old pouff. Think yourself lucky Pip came back to the Manse when he did. Your pathetic secret would be all over the village by now and no doubt we would be up to our bollocks in mud and policemen."

He leant forward and stroked Gladys' cheek.

"Look on the bright side. We've got another cunt to share. Not a bad looker once I stripped her of those dowdy rags she always seemed to wear. Fucks like a plank, but we'll soon have her loose as a goose and playing all those naughty games she saw on the screen-saver. Go upstairs, Jeremy, and get me a ring gag. I'll start her deep-throat training."

Gladys had said few words since Pip walked in on her sitting watching the screen of his notebook. She had tried to run but Pip caught her before she reached the door. With Mary's reluctant assistance he had removed Gladys' heavy shoes and socks,  taped her ankles to the front legs of a kitchen chair and her hands to the top of the backrest. Gladys had glared at Mary. She was still half convinced that the younger woman was the cause of all her woes and said so. Mary shrugged and walked slowly upstairs to the bathroom. 

The livid red welts across Mary's rump caused Gladys a moment of satisfaction before Pip used his knife to cut away her pleated tartan skirt, her high-necked blouse and her functional but unglamourous underwear. He was surprised that Gladys in the nude made a pretty picture. Her best feature he thought was her proportionally long legs and slim ankles. Her breasts, though small, were shapely and she had a narrow  waist. He made up his mind that Gladys was going to stay.

Pip had reached out and fingered Gladys' cunt. Watching the pornographic material on Pip's machine had juiced her up but even so she screamed when Pip rammed his cock into her without warning and proceeded to fuck her solidly for half an hour. She climaxed, sobbing "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to," just before Pip ejaculated and the Reverend Jones appeared, ring-gag in hand. Byron returned shortly after.

Jeremy prepared a lunch of bread, cheese and pickled onions. Neither Gladys nor Mary, who was asleep on the bed, ate anything. After eating Pip set out to try and get some of Gladys' things in a suitcase from her house to make it look as though she had gone away suddenly. But he met Agnes and she had seen the camera he had taken along as an excuse for being seen near Gladys' house. He had to give it up. He cursed the fact. There was no telling what she might have snapped before he and Mary returned from the farm. He had also seen the note Gladys left for Agnes. He was concerned Agnes would put two and two toether and that it might not be so easy to cover up Gladys' disappearance. Then he had an inspiration.

"Byron, look after the shop for an hour or two. I've got to sort out this mess. Why don't you and Jeremy fuck some life into our new acquisition while I'm away?"

***
The twins arrived at Rose Cottage promptly at four o'clock. They had changed out of their morning rig into two identical pink chiffon party dresses. Agnes greeted them effusively with pats and kisses and served tea, cake and chocolate biscuits in the bedroom. When one of them slid her small hand up Agnes' leg and under the elastic lace that fringed her panties the hostess was in seventh heaven. The other unbuttoned Agnes' blouse and fondled her left breast.

The twins gently undressed the cuddly brown haired woman until she was completely naked. Agnes relaxed completely amid clouds of pink chiffon and tried to return kiss for kiss and caress for exciting caress.

"Is that Sandra or Sarah?" cooed Agnes as the girl stroking her breast kissed her on the cheek.

"Does it matter," the young woman giggled. "You'll never guess whose tits we played with this morning."

"Oh, you naughty girls. What have you been up to with who?" said Agnes melting with pleasure as the twins kept up the subtle pressure.

"You mean who have we been up, Agnes. And we were up her  with our fists."

Agnes felt Sarah or Sandra put more fingers in her pussy and then make a fist. The young woman pushed slowly and Agnes tensed then relaxed as she felt the small hand enter her pussy. She gasped with excitement. And reveled in the warm glow of slow sex.

"Guess. It's someone you know."

"Not Gladys?" said Agnes, suddenly concerned that the twins might have something to do with her friends absence.

"No, silly," giggled Sandra or Sarah. "Younger than Gladys and taller."

"Not Mary? Not the vicar's wife."

"Yes. Mary Mary quite contrary."

"And she let you? She welcomed your attentions?" asked Agnes and the thought that she now had the possibility of handling the glorious breasts she had admired for the last three months filled her with joyous anticipation, which was shattered by the twins next bit of gossip.

"No. She didn't welcome what we did. But we did it anyway. We put her in the thing the boys built a pillar something and she couldn't move. Then Pip cut off her clothes and we got to play with her tits."

"Really? Mary?"

"Yes. We pulled on her fat brown nipples like this," said one.

"And nibbled them."

"Then Matthew fucked her."

"Only after Mummy ripped her panties off,"

"Your father f fucked Mary Jones? While you were playing with her tits?" said Agnes feeling less happy by the minute.

"Yes! Only Matthew's not our father. He's Mummy's boyfriend and a very good horseman."

"Pip is better."

"Don't let Matthew hear you say that."

"Girls! Girls! What happened next to Mary Jones?" said Agnes. The fist in her pussy was causing her some discomfort as the twin began to pump her arm in and out. Agnes tried to ease away but the girl would not be denied.

"Byron fucked her up the ass and Pip nearly choked her on his cock," said one.

"At the same time," added the other. "Then Mummy made her use her tongue. Like I want you to do now for me," said Sandra or Sarah smothering Agnes face with her pussy.

"While we got behind her and fisted her cunt just like I'm fisting you, Agnes, darling."

Agnes was frightened at the change that had gradually come over the twins. The soft caresses of a minute ago had become hard fisting of her vagina by one girl and the painful pinching of her nipples by the other. Agnes struggled to breathe under the suffocating pressure of the other's pussy.

 Deprived of air and subject to considerable discomfort Agnes' struggles grew feeble and she had nearly lost consciousness before the twins, still giggling, left her sprawled on the bed and opened the door to let Pip into Rose Cottage and Agnes' bedroom.

"Did we do it right," asked Sandra or Sarah as Pip smiled lustfully at Agnes semi-conscious naked body sprawled in an open invitation.

"Perfectly, kids," he said. "Now pack a suitcase for her and tidy up. We have a party to attend."

***

The Company Director the head of a powerful and wealthy network with tentacles reaching into all aspects of criminal activity was an old acquaintance of Carla Malone. He sat behind his huge desk in the city penthouse headquarters of the Company and listened to one of his lieutenants known as "Mr Blue". He wondered whether to contact the notorious madam with the information his man had delivered.

"You are sure the older Malone boy has been seen in Shepsville? Shopping? In Walmart? With a tall blonde hooker?"


Mr Blue nodded."We've been keeping an eye open for them since you issued the 'look-for' notice last month. This is the first report since the younger boy was spotted at the Gay Manchero's bikers bar in the city."

"I wonder if she's up to something," the Director mused. "We have a couple of marijuana growers on our books in the Shepsville area, an unlicenced casino and a dealer network. Not the sort of thing Carla is interested in. The two brothels in Shepsville are independent and pay their taxes directly to head office. She pays her taxes too but perhaps she's getting greedy. Find out what the young men are up to and report back to me."

"Yes, sir," said Mr Blue. "I'll take two of my men to Shepsville tomorrow."

"Make it Monday. There's no hurry. In the meantime I will remind Carla that if she is planning expansion of her white-slaving interests into the Shepsville area she must clear the activity with the board of the Company  and the penalties for failing to do so."

***
Agnes wrote  a note to the postmistress saying she and Gladys were taking a little holiday and they would be back in a week or two just as Pip dictated. Then the twins dragged her back to the bedroom and knelt on the bed to help Pip to fuck the frightened woman.

The twins insisted he fuck her doggy fashion so one of them could bite and tongue her nipples while the other wriggled her head between Agnes' thighs so she could run her tongue along the underside of Pip's plunging cock and lick his victim's clitoris and his heavily weighted scrotum. Although frightened and thoroughly confused by the latest turn of events the widow responded to the assault by the three young people by reaching one climax after another. Pip banged his thick member into Agnes and was pleased that her cries were of pleasure not protest as he drove it in and out. Lerner Doonside had never been like the young stallion who I'm riding tonight, Agnes thought. And if this is what Mary Jones had on offer every night for the past ten days no wonder she dressed to attract the young men.

***
Pip phoned from Rose Cottage to say he would be bringing three guests. Agnes who would join Mary and Gladys in the Manse for an extended stay and the twins, who were keen to help but had to be home by ten.

The news did nothing to cheer up Jeremy who was finding it difficult to come to terms with what was emerging as the next "something better". Mary had taken him upstairs while Byron was putting an unresponsive Gladys through her paces on the kitchen table. She told her husband that the rapists were helping build a brothel of sorts on Jefferson's Farm in partnership with Matthew and Samantha Jefferson and with the assistance of their twins. She described what she had been made to do that morning. Jeremy went quite pale when she told him that Samantha had encouraged the twins to molest her and urged Matthew rape her before forcing her to perform cunnilingus.

"Oh my god," he said."You poor, poor darling. The Jeffersons on top of everything else. What can I say? And those children at the mercy of such parents."

Mary snorted. "They are fiends. It's their eighteenth birthday so they are not children. You'll see when they come here. Don't think you'll be safe from them. They are amoral sadistic little devils."

Jeremy wanted to know when Mary thought the building would be ready and their horny lodgers gone.

"That's the question," Mary replied. "I think they intend to stock their establishment at first with women abducted and raped. Women like me, Gladys and now Agnes. And Rosalie and Cheryl and probably Teddy and Arthur. They've already got ten cells ready with bars on the windows and a punishment room Pip and his cousin won't be "gone". They'll be just up the road and we'll be forever vulnerable. Jeremy I don't think I can take any more."

Jeremy took her in his arms, "You've been so brave so far," he said."If you run now just as there's hope they'll quit the Manse for good, all that pain and humiliation will have been in vain. As you pointed out to me when this ordeal started we will lose everything. I can't ask you to stay. I'll help you run if you want to. But "

"Get down here vicar," shouted Pip. "Say happy birthday to the twins and bring our blonde whore with you. Agnes wants to play with her tits."

***
In the city Elvira knocked on the door of Cheryl's house. Teddy answered the door. He was surprised to see her and even more surprised when Cheryl, wearing her Chinese wrap, greeted the bishop's PA with a hug and kiss. His eyes grew rounder when Elvira handed him her voluminous overcoat and he saw what she was wearing.

"Will this do, Madam?"  Said Elvira turning slowly so Cheryl and Teddy could admire her maid's costume in shiny black leather. She wore a white linen cap, a black ribbon neck-band and a tight leather top, laced like a corset, that forced her breasts up and exposed her nipples. A  micro skirt sat above a tiny white layered-petticoat that failed to conceal a thin black thong that pouched her cunt. Black stockings and high heeled pumps completed the outfit.

"Admirably," said Cheryl undoing her wrap. She was wearing the same outfit she had worn the week before plus a high leather collar and a belt from which hung a dildo of frightening proportions.

Teddy goggled at the two women. 

"Does does the bishop know about this extra-mural activity?" he said to Elvira censoriously.

"No doubt you'll inform him anonymously, Teddy," she said. "Like you did with Jeremy and Mary." He blushed at the memory of his spiteful act."Please do. That really will be the end of your career in the ministry. But for now be a good boy and get the little dog whip from the pocket inside my coat."

"And when you've done that," said his mother. "You can bend over the settee and take six of the best from me for being such a rude, pompous, ungrateful little man."


Half an hour later Teddy was still weeping as he fled upstairs clutching his pants when Cheryl's first client of the evening rang the doorbell and was admitted to the rumpus room with its shiny new stocks and whipping triangle.

***
Samantha replaced the bedside telephone in its cradle and turned to her partner. Matthew lay on his back naked under the sheet in the heat of the summer night.

"That was the twins. They're staying over at the Manse. They are having a party. I suppose now they're eighteen I can't tell them 'No'."

"And we weren't invited? Pity, I can't wait to get my hands on Mary Jones again," said Matthew. "God, I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about what we did to her this morning."

"I don't think that will be soon," said Samantha. "Pip was not at all pleased that you whipped her so hard. 'You don't damage your own goods,' were his words. 'Save that sort of sport for those who can afford to pay for it.' And I agree, though it was good to hear the prissy big-titted bitch howl and she needed encouragement to do a good job on me."

"And when do we see these high-paying clients?"

"Pip says as soon as we finish the club house and clear an air strip on the top field he'll start bringing them in. New women too. I never thought we'd see this farm make a profit but if those boys are correct we'll be in the money very soon. Partners with Carla Malone."

She knelt above Matthew and reached for his erection. As she fed the head of his cock into her pussy she confided, "I used to work for her once. It's how I got the money to buy this place." She smiled at the memory and slid herself slowly up and down Matthew's shaft. After a while Samantha reached behind her to caress his balls and the riding master gave a groan of pleasure.

"Giddy-up," he said. "Let's see those tits bounce, Sam "