Something Better

by Ozmanga

4,403 words

Chapter 11 Wednesday evening and later

Matthew received the good news in Room Number Three as he was kneeling astride the vicar's wife, with his rampant cock slithering between her breasts. The metal-framed bed rocked and squeaked as he banged away. He gripped Mary's tits hard in his big hands causing his victim to cry out in unheeded protest. Samantha sneered at her panting "husband" and waited, hands on hips, until he came. He spent his semen on the tall blonde's abbreviated halter top, pushed up in his haste to ravage Mary's tits. When Samantha told him of the offer made by the vodka sales team he was a pleased as his she was.

"Samantha don't do this," said Mary struggling to sit up. "You were my friend. You are making a terrible mistake You're a farmer not a madam."

"Shut up, Mary. I'll make more money tonight than this farm and stables has made in a year. I don't mind Matthew fucking your tits to get you used to the idea. I won't mind if a couple of hairy assed traveling salesmen want to play with you in the punishment room. If they want to see a bit of lezzie action, well, I'll provide that for them too." She reached between Mary's legs and gripped the blonde's swollen pussy lips and pinched.

Mary gave a cry of pain and despair.

"You won't say a word to the authorities. I've seen pictures of some of the things you got up to in the Manse with Pip and Byron and know they've got a hold over you. You'll do as I say and, if you're a good girl tonight, I'll let you go home and be the vicar's wife until I need you again."

Matthew had pulled up his riding breeches and stood by the bed. "Are you going to fist-fuck her, or what?" he asked. Samantha withdrew her hand from Mary's crotch. She shook her head.

"We had best get these whores cleaned up and looking the part," said Samantha. She pulled at the tattered remains of Mary's Jodhpurs. They had been ripped in Matthew's initial assault on Mary's pussy.

"Take her boots off, and that filthy halter-top," Samantha said. "I'll get the twins to take the women one at a time to our bathroom in the farmhouse. Get them washed and shampooed. Find something for them to wear. Pip tells me my friend Mary has some sexy underwear in the Manse. He might have to go and get a selection. Then it's "hands off" until tonight's party is over. God, I can't believe how lucky we've been."
***
In the Manse Jeremy had managed to roll off the bed and wriggle to the bedroom door. It was difficult for him to get to his feet and turn the door handle, bound as he was with yards of cotton rope pinning his arms behind him, but somehow he managed the task. Jeremy fell through the opened door and wriggled along the corridor to the top of the staircase. Unfortunately the vicar misjudged his ability to control his descent. He cracked his head on the stone-flagged kitchen floor and lost consciousness.
***
Bishop Carmine spoke quietly to the powerful criminal on the other end of his secure phone.
"Thank you for taking my call, Convener." he said. "It has taken me longer than I had hoped to reach you so I will be brief and to the point."

"Please," said the Convener of the Company Council.

"I am aware that your current Director has ordered the killing of a number of what he terms 'illicit' operators in the Skirmish Valley area. To be precise I have information that his assassins plan to kill and burn all associated with an unauthorized brothel located in Jefferson's Farm. I can give you a geographical location if you require it."

"There is no requirement. I know the area. The Director is acting within his terms of reference. May I ask how you heard this rumor?"

Carmine laughed briefly. "You may ask. It is no rumor. Please will you rescind the Director's order and convene an emergency meeting of your council at the farm to judge the
individuals concerned, two of whom are the local vicar and his wife. Two of several innocent victims, I am assured, of a pair of wild youths recently released from custody." 

"Carla Malone's adoptive sons."

"I believe so."

"She claims to have no contact with them."

"So I'm told, Convener. I believe her."

"Hmm what would you do should I not agree to your request?"

"I would have no alternative other than to alert the federal authorities immediately. I am confident they would act promptly to detain your colorful trio of killers.'

"Why not do so now? No, don't answer that. I appreciate your dilemma. I will do as you request, your Grace. Will you attend the meeting?"

"No. I would prefer to remain in the background."

"In that case, goodbye your Grace."

As the Convener ended the call he sent for his executive officer and issued the necessary instructions to arrange the emergency Council meeting for eight o'clock Thursday morning at the farm.

Then he dialed the Director's number and told him of the bishop's intervention.

"I want you to send a signal to Mr Blue cancelling the proposed action. But send it when it is too late for him to comply. I doubt whether the bishop will press for an investigation after the event if he has proof I tried to halt the operation. I shall be suitably apologetic. And tell Malone she is to attend the emergency Council at the farm herself. I'll speak to her there."
***
The twins had Agnes naked in the bath. They had washed her pink stockings and the foundation garment she had been wearing since their birthday orgy and were happily shampooing her soft brown hair. Agnes was wary of the twins. Since her abduction they had not always been gentle with her but now they soaped and stroked her with the tenderness they had shown earlier and she relaxed. They told her about the opening-night party planned for the evening then wondered, maliciously, which opening the salesmen would prefer. "This one or that," they joked as they fingered and fisted her nether regions. Agnes squealed with a mixture of fear and delight.
***
Pip drove the Honda back to the Manse to collect some of Mary's  sexy underwear bought for her honeymoon but unworn due to lack of enthusiasm on Jeremy's part. He was surprised to see the vicar standing by the kitchen table trying to saw through his bonds using a bread-knife jammed into a drawer. He shook his head, picked the vicar up in a fireman's lift and carried him upstairs and dumped him back on the bed. 

"Stay put this time you silly old bugger. Your wife's going to enjoy herself tonight. We've got three traveling salesmen looking for a good time. Pity you can't watch but, don't worry, I'll take some pictures."

Pip helped himself to Mary's bottom drawer and departed whistling.

***
Gladys was just getting out of the bath when Pip returned from the Manse. He gave the twins his haul of underwear and suggested they kept Gladys in black. While they were sorting the clothes he cornered the petite woman in the bathroom and made her fellate him promising her a spell in the pillory if she spilled a drop of his ejaculation. She struggled to obey him and he rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Whose next for the tub," he asked the twins. "Mary or Elvira? I'll fetch her for you"

The twins wanted Mary next. They had found a black lace teddy with high cut thighs rather like Agnes' foundation-garment and were debating whether she should wear that or a black and scarlet-trimmed peek-a-boo bra, garter-belt and French knickers. Pip said he'd fetch her for a bath, shampoo and fitting and strolled over to the club munching a sandwich Samantha had made for lunch.

He found Mary naked in room three and led her barefoot back to the farmhouse. He told her he'd been back to the Manse and why. He said  Jeremy was anxious to join them but, at present, he was all tied up. Mary regarded him with disgust and stepped into the bathroom were a fresh warm bath had been prepared by the twins. 

Pip collected Gladys. The twins had done a good job on her. She wore high-heeled black pumps and clean black stockings held up by a broad elastic lace garter belt with four suspender straps. A matching bra and a black gloves contrasted with her white flesh. The ensemble was topped off with a black straw hat. They had given her eye shadow and a bright crimson lipstick. Mary who had never seen the Chair of the Women's Auxiliary wear any make up was amazed at the transformation. She called, "Gladys, you look lovely," as the smaller woman walked past the bathroom door but Gladys did not acknowledge the greeting.
***
Matthew stood eating his sandwich and looking at the Elvira's exposed and defenceless body still locked into the pillory. When he finished eating he patted her smooth, muscular rump. He rubbed her pussy and pushed his thumb into her ass before he walked around the head board and pushed the same thumb into her open mouth.

"I could fuck a neat little blonde like you all day long but it's "hands off" after the kids have dressed you up for tonight's show so how do like it? Asshole or cunt?"

Elvira snarled a curse at the riding master. The ring-gag mangled her words.

"I'll take it that's 'asshole'," Matthew said as he positioned himself behind the bogus auditor. "So you wanted to ride, eh? Well mount this Ms Argent ," and he pushed his erection into her unlubricated anus. As he panted and pushed and groped for her swinging breasts Elvira took her pleasure in thinking what she would do to him when the opportunity arose.

 The twins were intrigued by Elvira's hard muscular body and baby face. They handled her with a degree of respect they had not shown the other captive "whores". When she was ready to be dressed the twins could come up with nothing sexier than her skivvy with its cutouts for her breasts and a pair of long black grip top stockings that reached almost to her fork. A pair of Agnes patent leather pumps fitted her small feet before she was escorted to Room Number one .
***
Jeremy managed to get downstairs a second time and on this occasion he  was able to jam the bread-knife firmly in the drawer and saw through the ropes holding his hands together behind his back. He removed the ball-gag and untied his legs. Without giving a thought to what he could do when he arrived Jeremy set out on foot for the farm as the sun was going down.

As he jogged along the narrow road in the falling light Jeremy failed to hear the Company sedan come up behind him until a blast of its horn sent him tumbling into the ditch. Mr Yellow got out.

 "It's the vicar," he called. "He's okay. Where are you heading, vicar?" 

"The farm. Jefferson's Farm. It's up the road a way."

"That's where we're going. Jump in we'll give you a lift."

"Er. No thanks "

"Get in. You've no choice." said Mr Yellow sadly pushing him into the back seat. "I hate it when we do priests," he grumbled. "It's unlucky."

Samantha and Matthew met the bogus vodka salesmen at the gate. 

Samantha said "Hi, I'm Sam. I'm the Madam of this new establishment," and led the way into the candle-lit club-house. Matthew, with a jolly "I'll take care of the vicar," escorted the Reverend Jones to an unoccupied room and locked him in. Jeremy tried to protest but Matthew told him to shut up or he'd be bound and gagged. Jeremy sat on the bed and sulked.

The free crates of vodka in fact bought that afternoon and paid for by Mr Blue on behalf of the Must Hang Dude Ranch were unloaded and carried into the unfinished "club-house".The promised oil lanterns were unloaded from the trunk and the party began.

Mr Blue handed a bottle each to Samantha, Matthew, Pip and Byron and the twins and insisted they drank a toast to the best little whore-house in Skirmish Valley.  He had doctored several bottles with a Rohypnol mixture and filled three marked bottles with water. These were the ones held by him and his colorful companions.

"Let's see the girls," said a hearty Mr Blue. "And have a drink to celebrate. Don't worry about glasses. Everyone has a bottle. Cheers!" He lifted his bottle of water to his lips and drank deep. The others in the club room followed suit.

Samantha wiped her lips with the back of her hand and asked Matthew, Pip and Byron to do the honors and parade the girls. The men had another swig of adulterated vodka and hurried to do her bidding.

"You gotta understand, guys, we weren't planning on opening just yet. The girls aren't properly broken in," said Samantha.

"What d'ya mean, Sam. Don't tell me they're all virgins?" said Mr Yellow. His remark was greeted with raucous laughter.

"Not quite," said Sam taking another swallow of the fiery spirit. "They've all been abducted. And raped." To her surprise there was no reaction from the vodka salesmen. "Some more'n others. Here come Gladys and Agnes."
  
Matthew appeared with Gladys and Agnes. Gladys' dramatic black costume contrasted with Agnes cheerful pink and white. Gladys scowled and tried to cover her exposed pussy with a black-gloved hand while Agnes smiled and simpered at the audience. Mr Yellow clapped. "Nice tits, Aggy." he called. Mr Brown took a swallow of water and wished it was vodka.

"And here is Mary. Mary is the youngest yet the most experienced of our girls," said
 Samantha.

Mary was ushered into the room by Pip. Mr Brown and Mr Yellow recognized her as the whore in the yellow dress. She looked the part in scarlet and black underwear. Her breasts were straining at the fabric of her peek-a-boo bra and the opening in the front of her French knickers displayed her puffy vulva to perfection.

Mr Brown sat up and took notice.

"And finally, a pocket Venus who just dropped in today, Elvira."

Elvira strode into the room as if she owned it Byron was behind her. Mr Yellow said, "Christ. She was in the hotel last night. She was an auditor."

"Now she's a whore," said Samantha taking another swig at the vodka bottle. "So, guys, which one are ya gonna fuck?

Mr Blue laid a restraining hand on his two assistants.

"Let's not be too hasty. The night is young. How about a little exhibition? Some girl on girl action to enjoy while we have a little drink?"

Samantha, who was feeling wooly, got the message reached for her riding crop.

"Mary, my love," she crooned. "Show the gen'elmen how you can fist Agnes's pussy while she plays with your beautiful tits."

Mary turned to Agnes then sank to her knees. The move brought Mary's head level with Agnes' waist. Agnes leaned forward and slipped Mary's breasts out of their covering while the vicar's wife put two fingers into Agnes' exposed vagina and began to push them in and out. Agnes' noises of satisfaction were genuine . Mary, hating being the object of such lecherous scrutiny, faked her delight in Agnes' loving manipulation of her tits. They hugged and kissed then Agnes also knelt and as Mary lay back and opened her legs Agnes buried her face between the black lace trim of Mary's French knickers. Mary, eyes closed with a mixture of embarrassment and ecstacy, played with her hardening nipples as Agnes tongued her pussy for several minutes and then she came noisily and genuinely. Fuck meat, she thought.  That's me. Shameless fuck meat.

The three Company hoods did not have to pretend being aroused by the pretty display. Nor did Matthew and the cousins who drank deeply while watching the truly erotic performance.

"Wow," said Mr Blue. "Great stuff. Let's drink to the lovely whores Agnes and Mary." He raised his bottle and everyone present, including the twins, followed suit. "Give all the whores a bottle someone. Can't have them sober and us drunk, can we?" Agnes and Mary climbed unsteadily to their feet. Mary adjusted her bra.

Matthew hurried clumsily to obey but Mr Yellow beat him to the crate and ensured the women were given drugged vodka. Mr Blue proposed another toast. Everyone drank

"What's in there?" asked Mr Blue indicating the door that led to the punishment room. No one answered. Samantha was slumped in a chair.

He got up and opened the door to the punishment room.

"Hey, Sam," he said you didn't say anything about S and M. Who's going to give us a show?

"I will," said Gladys. "Put one of them in the pillory and I'll make her howl." She indicated either Agnes or Mary. She took a long pull at her bottle of vodka, her eyes glazed.


"No" chorused the twins. "Let us show you." They quickly seized the fuddled Gladys and fitted her into the pillory and secured her legs. "Why don't you beat her?" Sarah or Sandra said to Mr Blue, raising their vodka bottles in salute.

Mr Blue, seeing his plan was working well believed it was only a question of time before all the inhabitants of the brothel would be unconscious. So he accepted the proffered riding crop and swung it fiercely. As the small black-clad  woman reacted to his violent blows by bucking and screaming he got an almighty hard on. He started to unzip his fly only to find one of the twins had beaten him to it. "We like to help," said the young woman extracting his cock from his suit pants. "She's got a tight cunt," said the other. "Fuck her hard."

"While the boss is having his fun, I'm taking mine," said Mr Yellow to Mr Brown. He got up, carrying his bottle of water, and crossed the room to where Elvira stood seemingly unaffected by the vodka he thought he had seen her drink. 

"Take me to your room," he said. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out little auditor." Elvira hesitated then reluctantly turned and led the way to her room As they entered the small candle-lit cell-like space she turned and smiled and hit him with a stiff fingered blow below his rib cage. Mr Yellow was conscious but paralyzed as she tied his wrists to his ankles before applying pressure to a point on his neck when his lights went out.

By the time Mr Blue had shot his load into the screaming Gladys only he, she, and Mr Brown were awake. Agnes and Mary were asleep on the floor.

"Give her some vodka," he said and lets start getting them into position. Where's Yellow?"

"Went off with the auditor," said Mr Brown. "A while back."

"Get him," ordered Mr Blue. Mr Brown hurried to carry out his orders. The door to Elvira's cell was ajar.

"Hello," said Elvira as Mr Brown poked his head into her cell. "Have you come to join your friend?" 

Before he could reply she smacked him with a vodka bottle and he went down and stayed down. Fuck subtlety, she thought, it's time to get nasty.

Mr Black was trying to get Gladys out of the pillory when he heard Elvira behind him. 

"Want a hand?" she enquired as she chopped a rabbit punch to the side of Mr Black's neck. He collapsed like a loosely filled sack. Elvira dragged Mr Black's unconscious body to her cell and tied him up like the other Company assassins. She breathed a sigh of relief before she became conscious of a noise from one of the cells.

Investigating she found a distressed Reverend Jones anxious, as ever, to help.

By nine o'clock, with Jeremy's assistance she had secured Samantha and the twins. They were unconscious and locked in one of the cells. She put Pip in the Pillory and Byron on the yet to be tested rack. Matthew she suspended from a beam in the punishment room. Then she advised Jeremy to find Mary and the other women and get them to bed. When they wake up they were to drink lots of water but please, she asked, stay in that part of the building. Jeremy was puzzled but did as the Bishop's auditor advised. While he fussed about the unconscious women Jeremy saw Elvira disappear into the punishment room and close the door.

He heard the screams start at about eleven o'clock and they didn't cease until just before dawn when a blood spattered Elvira came to say goodbye. She had a serene smile on her face. Like the cat that ate the cream, thought the vicar of Skirmish.

"I'm going now" she said. "To clean up. But you are to wait here. Before I leave the farm I will give you a cell phone which is a direct link to Bishop Carmine. Use it. The Bishop will explain all you need to know. Goodbye."
***
The Convener and his emergency Council  the Director and two dark-suited Managers arrived at Jefferson's Farm in a Company helicopter a few minutes before Carla Malone landed in hers. Jeremy, who had spoken to the bishop, met them and escorted the four men and Carla to the accommodation building that was to have been the brothel. The council sat in the club room, still showing signs of last night's excesses. Matthew  was unconscious and broken on the rack and Byron's dislocated and battered body lay groaning on the floor. Pip still quivered in the pillory, his back flayed raw by repeated whipping.

Jeremy explained that Bishop Carmine had given him instructions to cooperate with the Council and offered to be the first witness. He explained briefly the circumstances leading to Pip and Byron deciding to move into the Manse, his wife's rape and the subsequent blackmail. Jeremy recounted his distress at Mary's account of her experience at the hands of Samantha and Matthew. He described the abduction and rape of Gladys and Agnes by Pip and Byron finally told of his alarm when Pip abducted the lay auditor. 

He recounted his futile efforts to rescue the victims of the proposed brothel. He described the situation he found when he was freed by Elvira during the night and could only surmise that Elvira Argent had been a lucky if vengeful woman. He did not know where she had gone. He offered to answer any further questions. He was surprised when they had only one.

"What do you know of Carla Malone?' said the Convener.

"Nothing," said Jeremy. "Never heard of her."

He saw the woman who had arrived in her own aircraft smile. He was dismissed. He quickly loaded the three women abductees now each wrapped in a warm blanket but barely awake and nursing a fearful hangover into his motor and drove off to the village. He was early enough, he hoped, to avoid notice as he delivered Gladys and Agnes to Rose Cottage and drove himself and Mary to the Manse.

Samantha and the twins corroborated all Jeremy had said to the committee. Samantha admitted to having worked for Carla for a short time in the past and to knowing Pip and Byron were her adoptive children. She said that they had told her their partnership in the brothel was nothing to do with Carla Malone  in fact they meant to show their independence from their adoptive mother and she believed them but hoped for Carla's support if it were needed.

The Council withdrew to the farmhouse to judge and sentence. The Convener and his Director looked grim.

The Director was relieved of his position and obliged to sell fifty percent of his Company shares at a discount to council members present. Mr Blue and his two assistants were reduced in rank and lost their color status. They were untied,. The trio loaded their doctored vodka into their vehicle and drove despondently away.

The Council decided the physical damage sustained by Matthew, Pip and Byron was punishment enough and handed the problem of their evacuation and medical treatment to Carla. The madam had them carried to her helicopter and flown to the CM Country Club while the council pondered what to do about Samantha and the twins. 

Samantha had tried to open a brothel without the Company's approval. Kneecapping was in order. Carla made an argument that they leave Samantha and the twins unharmed but under an obligation to continue to develop the farm as a country club under her supervision and the Company's protection. The council, sensing a profitable investment, concurred and having no further business climbed aboard their helicopter and departed.

Carla left a grateful Samantha and her subdued daughters to get some more rest. She took the Honda into the village. The madam arrived at the Manse just as Jeremy and his blanket-wrapped wife were entering the building. Jeremy made some fresh coffee while Carla spoke to them both. She reimbursed Jeremy the seven thousand dollars he had paid to save Mary being prostituted in the city and offered a further twenty thousand dollars as a "small consolation for the pain and humiliation inflicted on him and his beautiful bride by her naughty boys."

Mary wanted to know how the "boys" had become so "naughty" and Carla explained that Pip and Ronald were the sons of two sisters conceived and born in the so-called "House of Bondage". The sisters had fulfilled their contract then returned to Goa leaving the children behind to be brought up by Carla and her entourage. "It's not surprising they developed an attitude to sex not generally approved of by the population at large," said Carla. "But they were popular, lively, lads and they do fuck with skill and enthusiasm." As I'm sure you would agree my dear, she thought. I'll send them to the Farm when they are mended in a few months. I'll bet my boots you and the vicar will invite one or both to tea  In the spirit of forgiveness, of course.

END

