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<P>Adults Only</P>

<P><I>This fictitious tale of sex and violence (and dark doings in consecrated quarters) is not suitable for children or others who
are prohibited from thinking about such things.</I></P>

<P>RAPE'S PROGRESS Part 4</P>

<P>I spent the first few weeks in the Juvenile Detention Center establishing myself as a hard case. This meant kicking the shit
out of one or two bullies and generally behaving like a wild man. One result of this campaign was that I was left to my
own devices - another was that I acquired a disciple, one Jacoby Smee.</P>

<P>Smee was convinced I had saved him from taking a beating when I selected a large fat boy, who was persecuting him, as
one of my targets. Smee became my shadow, cell-mate and source of information. Smee knew a lot about the JDC having
already served six months of a two year sentence for arson. He had been a trainee in an video/electronics business and was
employed by the JDC to help maintain the network of surveillance cameras which covered every inch of the facility. He
even had his own little workshop.</P>

<P>About five weeks into my sentence, Smee and I were digging a drainage ditch in the vicinity of the Chapel when  a big
breasted woman and a girl sauntered past. </P>

<P>Smee told me they were the Vicar's wife and daughter. The girl attended a boarding school but the woman lived in the
Vicarage inside the prison walls.</P>

<P>Smee grinned at my obvious lust.'You wanna see her naked?' he asked.</P>

<P>Smee was happy to show me his 'collection' of secret video tapes in which the vicar's wife co-starred with a variety of
vibrators.</P>

<P>'You put a spy camera in her bedroom?' I asked, amazed at his nerve. Smee was  very timid.</P>

<P>'Yes,' he boasted, 'The vicar said it was for security, but he's a liar! The camera switches on when she turns on the light and
it records everything onto a tape in the vestry. I soon twigged it's for him!' Smee laughed. 'He doesn't know I take a copy of
every tape.'</P>

<P>We were crouched over a monitor in Smee's workshop looking at the colored image of a mature woman masturbating. She
was in her early thirties, I guessed, and a natural blonde. She had trimmed her pubic hairs neatly but a golden blush
showed clearly. She seemed to draw inspiration for her fantasies from a stack of old 'Detective' magazines.</P>

<P>'What do you mean, Smee, by saying "it's for him"?' I asked.</P>

<P>'The Vicar. He doesn't sleep with her. But he likes to watch her doin' things, on tape.'</P>

<P>'What a waste!' I sighed, and wondered how I could make  the vicar's wife my next fuck-toy.</P>

<P>'Tell me about the Vicar, Smee,' I said, as we watched the taped images of the priest's wife bring herself to orgasm after
orgasm.</P>

<P>Smee giggled. 'The Reverend looks after a couple of parishes outside the can so he's away from home quite a bit. He
spends Saturday night in the Chapel vestry workin' on his sermon - that's what he says! But I saw on him one night floggin' 
his mutton and moanin' and groanin' over the week's tapes of Mrs Vicar's bedtime story'.</P>

<P>'Have you got a tape of him wanking?' I asked the puzzled Smee.</P>

<P>'Why would I want to do that?' he protested, 'I'm no poofter!' He blushed bright red and I wondered whether he really was
gay and whether he knew it or not. 'Why?'. </P>

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<P>'Because,' I explained patiently, 'if he ever gets wind that you have these copies of his tapes he will be able to accuse you of
spying on his wife. It will be his word against yours and who would you believe, eh?'</P>

<P>Smee's face went from pink to grey. 'Christ!' he exclaimed, you're right! Oh! Oh dear!'I know, I'll rig a camera in the vestry
and get a tape, or a disk, of him slamming the salami next Friday. Thanks, Sebastian, er, you wouldn't like to help me,
would you?'</P>

<P>And that's how I came to join the Chapel choir, so as to be able to help Smee get some dirt on the vicar.</P>

<P>It turned out to be a very good move because the choir mistress was none other than the horny blonde who took her nightly
pleasure with a dildo and old copies of 'Detective' and who, I was sure, would appreciate the sort of sexual activity I had in
mind. I was wondering how to get the cuddly blonde woman alone when, on my third attendance at choir practice, she
surprised me by asking me to remain behind after the evening session.</P>

<P>'Don't worry', she told the bored warden, I'll make sure that the young offender is returned to his room before lights out. I
need some help in sorting the hymn books and I'm sure Sebastian will be able to assist me.'</P>

<P>I could hardly believe my luck when, after we had tidied up the hymn books, she sat down in the back pew in the chapel
and asked me to sit by her. She licked her lips, nervously.</P>

<P>'I've been meaning to talk to you,'she began, 'about the way you look at me during choir practice!'</P>

<P>I smiled. It was true that I had mentally undressed the choir mistress during every session. In my mind I had stripped her
item by item until she was naked and begging to be fucked.</P>

<P>'You're a very attractive woman,' I said, 'you must expect to be looked at.'</P>

<P>'I followed your trial in the newspapers. I hate to guess what you are thinking when you stare at me like that,' she said.</P>

<P> I slid along the polished wooden seat pressing my hip against hers.</P>

<P>'Do you really?' I whispered. She edged away but I followed until she was wedged between the end of the pew and my leg.</P>

<P>'I also read the court transcript,' she said hoarsely.'The things you did to that poor woman! She was raped for eight hours!'</P>

<P>It probably made more exciting reading than your 'Detective' magazines, I thought, but pretended to be contrite. 'It was the
drugs and whisky, Ma'am,' I said, 'It was just bad luck the lady, Joy, came home when she did.'</P>

<P>'You made her do a striptease!'</P>

<P>To Mozart, I thought. Bloody difficult to strip to the Marriage of Figaro but Joy had done her best. I put a warm hand on
the choir mistress' black stockinged knee. 'Yes,' I admitted,'but I let her keep her hat on while she blew me.'</P>

<P>Her eyes opened wide and I slid my hand between her thighs, past the soft white flesh above her stocking top, to feel the
slick dampness of her panties.'You can keep yours on, too!'I whispered as I forced the thumb and forefinger of my right
hand under the elastic lace trim and took a hold on her moist cunt.</P>

<P>'Now, take my prick out,' I said, 'and do as she did!'</P>

<P>She hesitated for only a moment before she obediently unbuttoned my crimson (young offender) cassock and unzipped my
jeans. My erection sprang into her hand.</P>

<P>'This is rape!' she said in a croaky whisper, 'If anyone comes in I shall scream for help!'</P>

<P>'I understand,' I said, as he she knelt between my legs and took my prick into her trembling mouth, 'It has to be rape.'</P>

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<P>It had been some months since I had serially fucked the unfortunate Joy, so I was eager and not very considerate of the
vicar's wife. I ripped her dress getting a fistful of pink and white tit to swing on while I rammed my swollen cock down her
throat until I came. This caused her to choke and she passed out momentarily. When she came to, she found I had laid her
on the chapel floor with a hassock under her hips and her skirt around her waist.</P>

<P>'What shall I call you, Ma'am?' I asked politely.</P>

<P>She didn't hear me. She was wiping her mouth and her eyes were on my prick which was re-erecting after a brief period of
detumescence. I slapped her exposed breast to gain her attention. 'What's your name, Bitch?' I hissed.</P>

<P>'M....Mary!' she gasped.</P>

<P>'Well, Mary,'  I said quietly, 'are you going to take off your knickers or shall I? I think you should ask me very nicely to
fuck you.'</P>

<P>She started to cry. 'Enough, I've had enough!' she wept. I ripped her panties off. They were black lace. </P>

<P>'No! Don't!' she cried, backing away from me, trying to put her legs together. Her cunt was moist and pink and slightly
puffy. I went into her without any foreplay. Right in - scrotum deep - as hard as I could. She didn't scream as her mouth
was filled with damp black lace. She was as tight as Joy had been at first but, unlike my earlier victim, Mary climaxed
almost immediately and enjoyed multiple orgasms during the 'ordeal'.</P>

<P>In the weeks that followed I raped Mary, the vicar's wife, twice a week after choir practice and after Evensong on Sundays.</P>

<P>I mean 'rape' because that is exactly what she wanted it to be. Had we been discovered by anyone in authority Mary V
would have dissolved into tears and pointed to my dreadful record - the marathon rape of poor Joy X who had been
rogered unmercifully for hours and made to perform a variety of 'unnatural sexual acts' as the tabloids put it. I didn't tell
her about Miss Howard, my first sex-slave, who had disappeared with Rebecca, the fence's daughter, before the trial
because I had a similar fate in mind for her. As it was life in the Juvenile Detention Center (JDC) was made more bearable
thanks to Mary.</P>

<P>Our routine was simple. I had been appointed hymn book monitor and so stayed behind after choir practice to help. As
soon as she could, Mary would summon me to the back of the chapel - one of the few places in the JDC which wasn't
covered by surveillance cameras - and say something like, 'This can't go on!' while I roughly exposed her breasts and
ripped off her pants (if she was wearing any). She would then have a genuine attack of panic or conscience and would
demand that I stop.  At this point I would throw her down, tie her up or bend her over and penetrate her as roughly as I
could. She always came more than once before I did. In the pause between my first orgasm and re-erection (about ten
minutes then) Mary would plead tearfully with me along the following lines.</P>

<P>'Please, Sebastian, don't do to me what you did to that poor woman!'</P>

<P>'What are you gabbling about?'</P>

<P>'You used her breasts . . . most cruelly . . . '</P>

<P>'You mean don't tit-fuck you?' Mary nodded, eyes as big as saucers as I laid my erection between her creamy breasts and
squeezed them together and stroked until her chin was coated with my latest ejaculation.</P>

<P>The arrangement had other effects.</P>

<P>Smee reported that the vicar's wife seemed to have 'gone off the boil' with the vicar having only one or two tapes a week to
view on Saturday night instead of the previous six or seven. He showed me a tape of the reverend gentleman masturbating
in front of a monitor showing Mary plying her vibrator. He called it his 'insurance'.</P>

<P>For the Christmas concert Mary performed some songs from 'The Sound of Music' and it was after the dress  rehearsal that
we met at the back of the chapel.</P>

<P>'I don't think even you, Sebastian, would take advantage of me if I really was a bride of Christ,' she said as I undid the cord
belt of her habit. She was wearing only a pair of grip-top stockings under it. 'You wouldn't rape a poor defenseless nun,
would you?' she asked, relishing the role of innocent about to be ravished. </P>

<P>I told her to be quiet as I tied her hands behind her back. The costume was a cheap one and the fabric ripped easily and in
no time at all I had stripped her completely naked. She began to panic in earnest as I hustled her down the aisle and up the
three steps to the altar.</P>

<P>'For God's sake!' she implored, 'The security cameras!'</P>

<P>I had already disconnected the surveillance camera covering the altar but I let her go on believing we were being recorded.
Using a metal bar as a spreader I fixed her ankles about a yard apart then tied her to the solid brass cross center-piece. All
the time she was pleading with me to stop, and for once I think she really meant it.</P>

<P>I silenced her with a hard slapping then I hooked the spreader behind the vertical arm of the cross and fastened it in place.
This forced Mary's legs up and back and positioned her neatly trimmed cunt at the edge of the altar. I unzipped my fly and,
standing before the altar, laid my erect penis on the proffered pussy.</P>

<P>'Oh God!' she cried, as I slid my cock up and down her cunt-lips without penetrating. Then, 'Oh, dear sweet Christ!' as I
drove it home an began to fuck her properly. </P>

<P>As usual Mary came three times to my once.</P>

<P>When she'd caught her breath, she begged me to release her, which I did, but only after I had lubricated her puckered pink
sphincter with cum, rolled a thick-walled condom onto my throbbing prick and roughly introduced her to the joys of
sodomy. She hobbled home, weeping stickily, dressed in one of her husband's cassocks.</P>

<P>Mary let me know that, in future, she was going home straight after choir practice. She also said that the lock on her back
door was broken, anyone could break in!</P>

<P>Knowing the risk I was taking I followed Mary to the manse after the very next choir practice. I stripped her; beat her and
fucked her on the bed which was the focus of Smee's hidden camera then I left to await developments. </P>

<P>The next day a horrified Smee couldn't understand my unconcern.</P>

<P>'You raped her!' he kept saying, 'In her room, on her bed! You knew you were bein' recorded. Christ! They'll lock you up
and throw away the key!'</P>

<P>I smiled and kept my fingers crossed. Sunday came and went. The vicar said nothing but I caught him looking at me with
what could have been envy. Smee reported that  his 'insurance' camera showed the vicar  was very excited when viewing
his tapes on the Saturday night - particularly the one featuring one Sebastian X. Smee was amazed! I was relieved and
Mary remained in blissful ignorance of her appreciative audience.</P>

<P>I resumed my thrice-a-week rogering of the vicar's wife, happy in the knowledge that he was deriving some pleasure from
the relationship. He stayed away on the nights I broke in and 'raped' his Mary - she still insisted on the fiction as both a
safeguard and to satisfy her special fantasy.</P>

<P>I learned that her husband had never consummated the marriage, being incapable of sustaining an erection. Sophia, her
daughter, was the result of a teen-age romance. The vicar had married Mary, not as an act of charity, but to acquire the
necessary status for his present, well paid, position of prison - I mean JDC - chaplain.</P>

<P>In the manse I was able to be much firmer with my 'victim' than I had been when I screwed her in the chapel. My favorite
routine was to tie one of Mary's hands to the foot of the bed and bind her ankles together before fucking her doggy fashion.
Her efforts to accommodate my large organ squeezed it delightfully and I had no trouble sustaining the erection long
enough to give her the frequent climaxes she craved. Her tits swung and quivered beautifully throughout. I would finish the
evening by buggering her while forcing her to masturbate with her free hand. If she complained I would beat her. It was a
most satisfactory, if brutal, arrangement which pleased us both.</P>

<P>All good things come to an end and it was with great surprise that, after serving only six months of my sentence, I learned I
was to be released on probation. The vicar, it seemed, had persuaded the parole board that I should be let go early. He cited
my exemplary behavior and dedication to the chapel and its choir as examples of my newly reformed character.</P>

<P>As my guardian was still at sea I was to be released into his wife's - my sister-in-law's - custody. The happy event was to
take place in two day's time and I was to be picked up from the manse where the vicar had arranged for his wife to give me
a farewell tea.</P>

<P>It was clear to me that the vicar had resolved the issue, and avoided a scandal, without having to admit to bugging Mary's
bedroom or to knowing about our sexual activities. The 'farewell tea' provision showed a sense of humor I hadn't realized
he possessed. Mary told me to come the night before my release. She had a French maid outfit and she thought I should
make her take it off to music.</P>

<P>At the bottom of the sports bag which held my pre-conviction clothes and effects, and which had now been returned to me,
I found a few loose red pills. These were some of  the remaining 'Joy Balls' which, washed down with scotch, had led to
my undoing and poor Joy's day long ravishment. The authorities, if they had seen them, probably mistook them for candy.</P>

<P>Arriving at the manse, I was met by Mary looking sexy and cute in her French maid's outfit. I was shown into the living
room. While she obediently fetched the silver topped cane, which I used to thrash her, from her bedroom, I crushed a 'Joy
Ball'  and dropped it into the vicar's sherry decanter. I had the 'maid' serve me a glass of sherry. The effect was less
dramatic than before but as Mary stripped for me under threat of  a beating, I felt the familiar swelling of my balls and the
blood pumping into my cock giving me an erection which refused to be denied.</P>

<P>Mary's striptease was much less clumsy than Joy's had been, but then she had picked her own music and wasn't trying to fit
her actions to the strains of grand opera.</P>

<P>Soon, the vicar's wife, now wearing only a garter-belt, stockings, shoes and a lace cap, knelt at my feet and unbuttoned the
cassock which I had put on rather than wear my own clothes. Reverently she fondled my swollen scrotum, momentarily
puzzled by the increase in size, then she took my rod-like erection in her mouth and began to suck. Mary used her tongue
to enhance my pleasure and it became only a matter of time before I was going to explode inside her mouth. When I did
she rocked back on her heels gulping and gasping.</P>

<P>'Where did all that come from?' she exclaimed. Then, seeing no softening of my large, rigid, organ she said, 'My God!
What am I going to do without my masterful, well-hung, lover?' and promptly fastened her lips once more around the
purple-veined shaft.</P>

<P>At that point I looked up to see, standing in the doorway, Mary's daughter - Sophia - home a week early from boarding
school.</P>

<P>'Mother!' she wailed, 'How could you?'</P>

<P>RP4 The End</P>

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