Something Better

by Ozmanga

Chapter 10 Monday-Wednesday

3,706 words

Elvira arrived at the Manse at ten o'clock on Monday morning. She was wearing a smart business suit and carrying her lap top. She parked the Mini Cooper behind the Honda in front of the gate to the house and marched briskly down the path. The garage door was still open and the garage was empty. So no naked ladies in wide brimmed hats, she thought as she knocked on the door.

She was welcomed into the Manse  by Jeremy. She introduced herself as Elvira Argent and was in turn introduced to Mary before Jeremy suggested she looked over the parish books in his study. Elvira thought both husband and wife, who she identified from Teddy's pictures, looked nervous. Mary, dressed demurely in twin-set and pearls, still radiated a sexual aura. There's a woman who has just been fucked, thought Elvira. Indeed in the last half hour her uninvited guest now lurking upstairs  had asserted his authority by taking her over the kitchen table while her nervous husband looked on..

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the books but Elvira spun out the audit until twelve thirty obliging Mary to invite the athletic blonde to lunch. At one o'clock Elvira accepted a glass of wine and met Philip Brown, who was staying at the Manse for the time being. Elvira put them out of their misery saying she had booked into the hotel in Shepsville and would not require accommodation in the Manse. 

Pip was interested in Elvira and thought what a good addition she would make to his and Byron's stable. The youth quizzed her about when the audit would be finished and the report submitted. Elvira obliged by saying that after tomorrow, when she wished to examine the church and churchyard in detail to assess possible future maintenance costs, she would be submitting her report electronically. After that she said she had planned to take an extended holiday abroad. Have I hooked the little white-slaver? she thought. I hope so. Cheryl has told me what you did to her and I'd be happy to repay some of the pain.

After lunch Elvira asked to be shown around the Manse. She noted the photographic equipment in the main bedroom and the fact that two bedrooms were in use. But who sleeps with Mary? Mary's jodhpurs were on the floor by the laundry basket in the second bathroom.

"You ride, Mary?" Elvira asked.

"Yes, I do. And so does Pip." she replied.

"Oh, where?"

"At a local farm," said Mary.

"I'd love to join you. Is there any chance you could arrange a horse for me tomorrow?"


"Tuesday is shopping day," said Mary.

"But we could surely find a mount for Elvira on Wednesday morning, Mary. If she has finished her report," said Pip giving Mary a "shut up and eat" look.

"I'll certainly be finished by then," said Elvira.  And so, my boy, will you if you try what I think you mean to attempt.
***
Back at the hotel Elvira changed into dark jeans and a black skivvy. She slipped on a hunting vest with pockets for binoculars and a camera and left by the fire door to avoid notice. It took her an hour to find the Toyota parked in the yard of Jefferson's Farm and another hour of careful reconnaissance to find a covered spot from which she could view the action. She identified Byron and the two young women she had seen on Sunday and a man and woman she took to be the farmer and his partner. She took pictures. Tins of paint and plywood panels were being carried into the building the group was working on. There was no sign of the naked ladies in the floppy hats. Elvira decided to come back tomorrow.
***
Mr Blue collected Mr Brown and Mr Yellow from their homes in the morning and drove south to Shepsville arriving at the hotel just before dinner. The Reservoir Dogs obsessed hoodlums ate well, drank more and talked about tomorrow. Their plan was simple. They had a photograph of the Malone boys taken three years earlier and a confirmed sighting by a Company taxpayer at the Walmart two weeks ago. They would stake out the store and keep an eye out for the wanted boys and a tall blonde hooker. In the meantime they tried to strike up an acquaintance with the young looking blonde with the athlete's body eating alone in the dining room. She wasn't encouraging but had a drink with them and took one of their photographs of the cousins in case she should see the young men they were looking for in her travels.
***
On Tuesday morning a well fucked Mary stamped her foot in frustration. Pip insisted on the yellow dress, no bra and no pants. Mary was angry and demanded to know why, when the church auditor was snooping around the church lands and property. Pip laughed and said he wanted to observe Elvira's reaction should she see Mary in her whore's outfit. He said he thought the auditor would look good in something similar. They took the Honda and once again Mary had to remove her hat to satisfy the horny driver. 

Mr Yellow couldn't believe his luck. He'd only been on watch for five minutes and there they were. The boy was bigger than the photo suggested but there was no mistaking the tall woman for anything but the whore. He contacted Mr Blue by cell-phone who told him to stick to the couple and identify the car they were using. Mr Brown was driving a hire-car parked by the Walmart car park exit. He received Mr Yellow's description of the Honda and followed the vehicle to its destination the Manse cottage in Skirmish where he saw one of the wanted youths and the tall blonde carry groceries into the building. He did not see the athletic blonde he had bought a drink for last night hiding in the woods. She saw him.

Elvira's eyes narrowed. She had sent a comprehensive report to Carmine the night before. In it she  tentatively identified the three hoods as Company men. It was Carmine's policy to live and let live with Company operations but she suspected that Mr Brown was more than a spear carrier. He smelled like an assassin. She asked Carmine that if blood was to be spilt, who should she support  Jeremy Jones and his wife and others or the Eurasian youths and their farmer friends who seemed to be bent on a career of white slaving and pimping. Or should she stay neutral or throw her weight behind the Company's representatives?

***
At Carmine's insistence Carla Malone contacted the Company on a secure land-line and asked to speak to the Director of Operations. She was received frostily.

"We suspect you of illicit, unapproved, activity in the Skirmish Valley area, Carla. Using your adoptive children as a front is considered low even by your standards. When I have a more complete picture of the situation I intend to take rigorous action to stop their game and bring you before the Company Court if necessary to answer for any breach of protocol. At this stage I have nothing further to say. 

"But I do, Director," asserted Carla. "I have no direct association with whatever is going down in Skirmish Valley. I have not seen my boys since before their discharge from the corrective establishment. If Philip and Ronald are involved it is without my knowledge "

"In which case you will not object if I find it necessary to terminate the activity with exemplary, probably lethal, force. Good day Ms Malone."

She sighed and called the hangar and ordered the helicopter be ready within the hour only to be told the machine was out of commission for the next ten hours or so and did she want a limmo. She shook her head and called Carmine.

"Please ask your agent to try and put a stop to whatever those boys of mine are up to if she can. The Company believes I am behind what they are trying to do and things are looking dangerous," she told the bishop.

The message was relayed to Elvira and she chuckled grimly to herself. Six white-slavers, three Company goons, two naked ladies a lying priest and a loyal, long suffering, wife where the fuck do I start?
***
By Tuesday afternoon work on the illegal brothel was moving swiftly. The bar, club room and office were ready for painting. Plumbers and electricians were expected in a few days. A strip on the ridge had been cleared. Matthew doubted it needed grading before being capable of use by light aircraft. Samantha was still angry with Byron and Pip and the twins were a little less exuberant than usual but all lent a hand and they hoped to be functioning within ten days.

Byron encouraged Matthew to join him in breaking Gladys and Agnes. Since revealing her sadistic streak Gladys had become very quiet and submitted to the men's frequent attentions passively. She cried softly when pilloried for not obeying instructions. Agnes, on the other hand, had been eager to obey any order to avoid being put back in the pillory. She fucked the men back aggressively and when she didn't climax she faked a noisy orgasm. 

At midday Matthew and Byron were on the roof of the building finishing the repointing of the old chimney. In the punishment room the twins had succeeded in winding four light chains around the windlasses on the home-made rack They attached adjustable leather cuffs to the free ends. They wanted to use Gladys to test the machine after lunch. Samantha told them to wait. She saw a large black sedan pull up at the farm gate and a tall man in a dark suit climb out of the driver's seat. She sent Sarah to fetch Matthew and warn Byron as she and Sandra crossed the yard to meet the stranger.

Mr Blue asked, politely, for directions to the Manse. Samantha said he must have passed the building about eight miles down the road. He asked about the construction activity. Samantha explained they were improving their riding school's accommodation. They were hoping to turn it into something better, she explained. A sort of country club. She asked if he was an official of some kind . He smiled at Samantha, climbed into the auto and, as Matthew came puffing up to the gate Mr Blue had turned the Company car around and driven back down the road to the Manse. 

"Probably the vicar's auditor," said Matthew. "What's for lunch?"

***
Elvira waited to see what the hood intended to do and was pleased that, after making a phone call, Mr Brown turned his hired vehicle around and drove off in the direction of Shepsville.

When she came to the door Elvira was surprised to see Mary in a tight, extremely short, yellow dress. The vicar's wife was clearly not wearing bra or panties. Elvira noticed the woman's acute embarrassment and realized Pip was playing mind games. Nasty little shit, she thought. 

"My what a lovely, daring, dress, Mary. I have one just like it at home. It makes me feel quite naughty wearing it about the house without underwear. I'd love a glass of that Merlot we had yesterday if that's possible."

Mary blushed and smiled her thanks at Elvira as she went to fetch the wine. Jeremy looked embarrassed and Pip thought, as he was meant to, I've got to have this one as well.

After lunch Elvira said, "I've finished my audit, Jeremy, and I must congratulate you on a well kept set of books and the maintenance you have started in the old church. It's only a small parish but the church is historically important. Good to see the grass cut around those old tomb stones."

"So your report will be finished this afternoon and you'll be able to join me and Mary tomorrow morning for a ride?" said Pip. "Say nine o'clock or is that too early?"

"Make it ten," Elvira said. When are you planning to pounce? She thought. Not tonight, clearly. Here or at the farm. The farm's your best bet given the numbers.

"Ten it is," he said with a satisfied smirk. "I can promise you a ride you'll never forget."

***

Elvira held off sending her next report to Carmine until after dinner at the hotel. She joined the group of Company men at the bar and accepted a brandy from Mr Blue and another from Mr Yellow. After some bland small talk she left them having stumbled when climbing down from the bar stool. She was gallantly saved from a fall by Mr Brown, who took the opportunity to squeeze her tits. A small sacrifice to pay for the bug I planted under the lapel of his jacket, thought Elvira.

When she switched on her receiver what she heard horrified her.

" all of them. Christ, Black that's not an execution, it's a fucking massacre."

"Director's orders. And we're to make it look like an accident. No guns. No knives. No garrotes"

"Don't be fucking silly "

"How "

"We get them all in the building they're doing up. We feed them booze until they can't stand.  We split them up in pairs and put a couple in each room They're stripped off like they're fucking each other. It was going to be a brothel so make it look like one. Then we lock the door and torch the place. There are tins of paint and turps and loose timber. The place will go up like a bomb."

After a silence Yellow or Brown said, "We need more soldiers."

"No it's got to be just us. We don't let on what's going down until they are drunk. We drink with them or seem to. We fraternize."

"We fuck the women?"

"Christ ,Yellow, you'd fuck a woman you were going to burn to death the same fucking night?"

"Never claimed I was perfect, Brown "

"We do what it takes."

***
Having received Elvira's report, Carmine got in touch with Carla Malone as soon as he could and told her of the planned massacre.

"You must convene a meeting of the Council of the Company immediately, Carla, and get them to order the current Director to rescind his instructions."

"Alas, Red, I can not. The Director warned me he would use extreme measures The Council would not meet to discuss the issue. I can't even warn the boys or send guards into Skirmish Valley without giving the Company an excuse to gut me literally."

"Then give me the Convener's number. Two of the people they are proposing to kill are one of my priests and his wife. I'm sure he wouldn't want to start a war between the church and the Company."
*** 
Elvira did not sleep well on Tuesday night. Bishop Carmine had explained he was hopeful that negotiations with the Company could be started in time to stop the killing but, at that stage, he could not be certain. She was free to choose whether to stay in Shepsville and try to foil Mr Blue's plan or return to the city and her desk. She chose the former. When it boils down to it there are only three of them, she thought.

She was up bright and early on Wednesday morning. Elvira dressed in jeans, skivvy and running shoes. She had a big breakfast at the hotel, settled her account and packed her belongings into her little car then drove to the Manse.

"All set for riding," she asked cheerfully as Pip opened the door. "Is Mary ready?"

"Mary's always ready, aren't you?" he said to the tall blonde. She was wearing the skin-tight jodhpurs and the abbreviated top she had before. Her swollen vulva was plain to see. She looked frightened.

"I'm ready," said Mary in a quiet voice.

"Jeremy not coming?" asked Elvira.

"He seldom rides," said Pip. "But he's sick an the moment. He can't talk and is confined to bed. He croaked his regards to you and hopes you enjoy the ride."

Upstairs, on the big bed, Jeremy was bound hands and feet and was chewing on a red ball-gag. He had realized, at last, Pip intended to abduct and rape the auditor and had forbidden Pip to do so. Pip had laughed, hit him in the stomach and while Jeremy writhed on the floor Pip had tied him up, gagged him and tossed him onto the bed.

Pip and Mary took the Honda while Elvira followed in the Mini-Cooper. When they arrived at the farm they were met by Byron, Matthew and Samantha all in smart new riding gear.  Jodhpurs, boots and a pale green polo shirt with the logo "Must Hang Ranch"

"It's the uniform for our new club," said Samantha. "You must be Elvira. Why don't you have a look at the work we've done before your ride." She took Elvira by the arm and propelled her towards the newly painted  porch. Matthew gripped Mary's left buttock. The thin stretch material of her jodhpurs let him easily push his middle finger into her asshole. He chuckled at her shame and discomfort as he followed Samantha and Elvira into reception where one of the twins stood behind the desk. The girl smiled.

"Mary, how nice to see you here again so soon. Unfortunately your usual room is booked. Matthew will take you to your new room. Please don't use the facilities. They don't work the plumbers are expected one day soon. Candles will be provided at bed time. For lighting only mind." She giggled.

Elvira pretended to be puzzled at the young woman's cheeky speech."And where are the horses," she asked.

Samantha tightened her grip on Elvira's arm. "Horses are out there. In here it's whores. Sadly they're more profitable. You, my dear, are about to become one."

Elvira, who held a black belt in one of the more lethal and hence illegal  martial arts restrained herself. "What what do you mean?" she cried, as Pip took one arm and Byron the other. They frog-marched her into the punishment room.

Pip said, "It means, Elvira, that we're going to beat you and fuck you from kingdom to come. You'll resist. And we'll fuck you more. You'll become resigned to being fucked and we'll fuck you harder. When you come to like being fucked, then you'll be prime fuck meat and fetch a really good price."

You are an odious little shit and I will make you beg for mercy before I've done with you, thought Elvira. "Oh no  no please don't do that," she cried her baby blue eyes wide and tearful.

"Put her in the pillory," said Byron. "She's fit and she's a fighter."

Too right, Byron, thought Elvira. Pity I've got to put up with this garbage in order to try and save your worthless hides but there are one or two innocents who deserve a fighting chance of not being incinerated by the Company soldiers. "Oh no not the pillory, please, no."

Elvira's helpless victim act was having its effect on Pip and Byron. That's the turn on, isn't it, she thought. And when I fake an orgasm you'll feel even bigger. They fixed her head and wrists into the lower board then locked the upper board into place while Elvira kept up a stream of tearful protest. Her footwear was removed and her ankles were secured, then Pip produced his knife she began to have  misgivings about her plan of campaign. 

 Pip sliced the denim of Elvira's jeans from ankle to waist on the outside of each leg then peeled them off her with one movement.  He snipped the sides of her panties and, having tossed the cotton rags away, caressed her close-cropped blonde bush and tightly clenched labia and anus. He left the skivvy in place but pulled it away from her breasts and sliced the stretchy material so there were two holes through which each cotton cupped tit protruded. Two more cuts enabled him to pull her sports bra off her chest through one of the holes. 

Samantha, who had joined them in the room applauded."That was a clever trick," she said seeing Elvira's tits hang down white against the black of her skivvy. Samantha reached for one and started to milk it like a cow's teat. Elvira howled in pain and would have suffered real injury had not one of the twins summoned Samantha to the phone in the farmhouse.

Elvira's head was at groin height as was her naked backside. Byron took her from the rear with strong steady strokes. He was gratified to feel her grip his cock with her vaginal muscles and would have sworn she came just before he did. Pip, wary of his latest victim, forced a ring-gag into her mouth and strapped it to her head before silencing her loud protests with his thick veined cock.

As the young men finished raping Elvira, an excited Samantha returned and said she had some good news.

The manager of a vodka sales team had been at the farm yesterday, she said.  She had given him the country-club story. But he hadn't bought it. He had just this minute been on the phone saying he knew a knocking-shop when he saw one and asking how many girls did we have. He liked the style of the two he saw, he said, and wanted to celebrate a big sale.

"I told him unfortunately we weren't open yet and that we had problems with plumbing, electricity and had not even attempted to stock the bar," said Samantha eagerly. "And guess what? He said not to worry! He said he'd bring some oil-lanterns and, better still, crates of vodka,  samples, free, gratis and for nothing. There are three sales men coming. They will be here at eight o'clock. Just after sundown. It's almost too good to be true" she said as she went to find Matthew and the twins to break the news of the windfall.

And when something is too good to be true, thought Elvira, it usually isn't good or true.