Something Better

by Ozmanga

Chapter 9 Sunday

3,038 words

Jeremy woke with a start at five o'clock. His head ached. He felt sick. His ass was aflame and his much abused penis was red-raw and still hard as a rock. He groaned as he remembered Byron forcing him to wash down a fistful of blue and pink pills with his best Cabernet Sauvignon before setting those terrible young women on him.

That was after the "party" proper had started. Beforehand he had been made to shave the pudenda of the two abducted women and his wife. 

Gladys had wept while he shaved her. She was now convinced he was the villain of the piece and leading her on when he first arrived in the parish was just another piece of his devilry. Agnes had giggled. She still believed that her rape and abduction were part of an elaborate game dreamed up by the twins who had somehow managed to persuade the vicar to join in. Mary, god bless her, had smiled at him and whispered, "Do what they tell you. All things pass."

The twins had insisted the three women were dressed up for the party and set about the task with the enthusiasm of kindergarten kids dressing dollies. They found floral hats and high heels for all three from Mary's wardrobe and clothes they had brought from Rose Cottage. Agnes was fitted out in a tight pink and white foundation-garment that pushed her ample bosom into two proud mounds. It had elastic straps like a garter belt and the twins found a pair of pink stockings for Agnes to wear. Gladys was given black grip-top stockings and black evening gloves and for Mary the twins found a transparent baby-doll nightie she had planned to wear on her honeymoon but had sadly put it away unseen.

While the dressing up and consequent tom-foolery was going on Jeremy was employed making sandwiches and opening wine while Pip and Byron watched the twins having fun. When the food and drink was ready Pip made everyone sit at the table except Jeremy who he told to stand where everyone could see him. The twins and Byron tucked in to the food with gusto. The three women in hats ate sparingly.

"Our first act, this evening, folks," Pip said in a phoney fair-ground barker's accent, "is the stripper vicar. So put your hands together for Jeremy Jones as he removes his apparel piece by piece." In a normal voice he said "Get your gear off Jeremy or I'll change the bill to feature Pip and his Snicker-Snee and the attempt to beat the world record and defrock a priest in under twenty seconds."

"Do it, Jeremy," called Mary. "Don't risk his knife."

"Do it! Do it!" echoed the Twins clapping their hands as Jeremy with a look of despair started to undress. Soon he was naked but his torment continued.

Pip produced a napkin and used it to blindfold the naked vicar then told him to kneel. Jeremy sank to his knees on the kitchen flags.

"Will the three ladies in the lovely hats please step forward?"

No one moved.

"You don't have a choice really so get your asses over here and stand in line before I get angry."

Mary rose and stood in front of Jeremy. Agnes followed. The twins bundled Gladys into position.

"Now ladies we're going to test the nose and palate of the renowned connoisseur of claret and cunt. One at a time, with your hands behind your back approach the vicar and allow him to smell and taste your newly shaven and bathed pussies. Vicar you task is to identify correctly all three lovely ladies. If you do there will be a reward if you fail, dire punishment. Are you ready? "

"Ooh," giggled the twins

Pip pushed Agnes in front of the kneeling figure. "Sample the bouquet, taste the essence. Tell me who is she?"

Jeremy could see the pink stockings under his blindfold but nevertheless sniffed and licked the proffered slit. He heard Agnes take a sharp breath and he pulled his head away.

" Steady, vicar," said Pip. "Take another, longer taste of the pale pink .. Let the twat juice tickle your taste buds. Make the lady melt. You should be good at this now given the practice you've had."

Jeremy complied. Agnes, after a minute or two giggled and enjoyed a mild orgasm. She was led away.

"Who was she?"

"Agnes. It was Agnes Doonside for god's sake Pip stop this humiliating performance."

"It's only just started ,vicar," said Pip taking Mary by the elbow and placing her in position. "Who have we here?"

The taste and contours of his wife's sex were familiar to his tongue. She pressed her pussy into his face and as his lips and tongue massaged her tender flesh until she pretended to climax.

 Jeremy did not need the sight of Mary's long naked legs to answer,"Mary."

"So if you're right so far number three must be Gladys. Let's see." He whipped off the blindfold. "A round of applause for the cunt-sniffing, pussy-licking, priest if you please."


Byron slow hand-clapped.

"He should lick her just the same as the others," said Sandra or Sarah.

"No." shouted Gladys. "Not him. Never."

"I think he should do it until she comes," said Sarah or Sandra.

"Good idea," said Pip wrapping his arms around Gladys' chest below her breasts. "Help him."

Jeremy struggled but the twins twisted his arms painfully behind his back and forced his face into Glady's groin. He kept his mouth shut, pressed hard against her smoothness until one of the twins kicked him in the kidneys. After he had finished screaming Jeremy was told to leave his mouth open and do a proper job on the wriggling Gladys or risk another  possibly lethal  kick. He did as he was told and after a short time felt the Chair of the Women's Auxiliary relax the accept his thrusting tongue with little grunts of pleasure and firm but gentle counter-thrusts. She wept as she came and apologized. "I didn't mean to," she said.

That was when Byron told the twins to hold him tight as he force fed the vicar a salad of pills and a goblet of deep red wine. 

After that Jeremy remembered little. The twins took him in hand and led him up the stairs. There was the dildo and a cucumber. And Mary riding him with Agnes playing with Mary's breasts and Gladys apologizing yet again as he sodomized her before she sat on his face. He shook his head but the visions became no clearer and it hurt. 

The big bed was full of naked bodies. The twins looked very vulnerable without their party dresses. He couldn't remember whether he had fucked either of them but from the state of their thighs someone had. Probably Pip and Byron to whom the waif-like figures clung. Gladys lay there as well. She had lost her hat and one glove. Her bare hand covered her swollen labia.

Jeremy tottered into the next bedroom and found Mary. Her wrists had been tied to the bed-head and her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. Agnes lay curled up by her side her mouth only a few inches from an erect nipple. Mary's eyes flickered open.

"Not again, Jeremy" she sighed. "Please god, not again."

"You're awake?"

Mary nodded. "Are you sober now? You're still sporting a hard-on."

"It won't go down,"Jeremy grumbled.

"They didn't give me any pills. I was the hand-held camera chick until the Twins insisted on something else. God you were high."

"Did I ?" Jeremy said as he untied the soft cotton ropes.

"Everyone. I was your favorite but you had a go at everyone. Including Pip. You nearly nailed him before he realized what was happening and floored you. How's your chin?"

" Sore. Bathroom?"

"Let's go."

Later, as Jeremy struggled into his trousers, Mary asked him how he would perform his Sunday duties two services, all over by eleven he replied,"With difficulty."

***
Carmine showered before donning his robes and attending early communion in the palace chapel. While the devout prayed Carmine replayed in his mind his last rape of Olivia and the sublime coordination of her final ear-piercing scream and his orgasm. 

***
 Elvira Silverstone woke to find instructions on her lap-top. She was to investigate the situation in Skirmish. She was to pose as an auditor. She was not to attempt to stay at the Manse but find lodgings in Shepsville. She was to find and report on the whereabouts of Pip and Byron . She was to report to Carmine alone and should anything go badly wrong she was to rely on her own good sense and para-military training, because she would be all alone. She also found a copy of the e-mail Carmine had sent to the Reverend Jones warning him of a visit by the auditor. 

Elvira had breakfast at a truck stop on the road to Shepsville and arrived at the only four star hotel in town early in the afternoon. She booked in and, as the summer weather was clear and warm, Elvira changed into running gear and took her small auto for a spin towards Skirmish.

She was careful not to be seen as she scouted the wood above the Manse. She found a hide ideally sited for her purpose and wondered who else was interested in the goings on in the vicar's old stone house. The bishop's PA spent an hour watching the house and garden but there was no movement until, as she was about to pull back to her carefully parked mini, five people emerged. Elvira recognized the young man from Teddy's pictures. He opened the garage and beckoned the others. Two semi-naked women in floppy hats were hurriedly dragged by two girls in tattered pink dresses into the garage and after a minute or two a Toyota patrol drove out and along the road leading to the head of the valley.

Elvira sat in the hide for another hour but the Toyota did not return and she saw no movement. She returned to the hotel.

***
Samantha was furiously angry at the twins and Byron. She screeched at the young women and chased them into the bathroom where they were stripped, scrubbed, douched and made to swallow a morning-after pill. Then she turned on Byron and demanded what the Hell he thought he was playing at keeping the twins out until Sunday evening and bringing them back in rags, hung-over and clearly fucked into next month? What was she supposed to do with Agnes and Gladys? The accommodation building was unfinished. The plumbing was yet to be connected as was power. There was no room for them in the farmhouse.

When Samantha calmed down Byron tried to explain that the vicar was about to be audited by a lay member of Bishop Carmine's staff who would probably want to be put up in the Manse. Until the auditor returned to the city it would be sensible to keep Agnes and Gladys secure in the unfinished building.

The two captive women had been woken from their drugged sleep of exhaustion only to be bullied into cleaning up the chaos left in the wake of the twin's party. That done their hands had been tied behind them and they had been hustled into the vicar's Toyota and driven to the farm. Now they stood together listening to Samantha's ranting as she demanded to know how long would she have to keep the "two whores."

"Samantha, it's us, Agnes and me. The Women's Auxiliary. We're not whores. We were abducted and raped. The twins dressed us like this. We were drugged and forced to do all manner  "

"Just let us go." Agnes interrupted. Her tits had popped out of the pink foundation garment and her shaved pussy was being ogled by Matthew who had come running from the building site where he had been working all day when he heard Samantha's welcoming screech.

"Or phone the police?" said Gladys hopefully.

The mention of police sobered Samantha.

"No Gladys. They haven't told you. We're opening a brothel. You are going to be the 'ladies'. Get used to it. You are, or soon will be, whores."

Gladys started to cry. Agnes felt Matthew's rough right hand cup her left buttock and his middle finger seek her asshole. 
 
"I'll put them in one of the rooms. The twins can look after their needs later. Come along, ladies." Matthew said ushering the pair out of the farmhouse door. They stumbled in their high heels as he hurried them towards the barred cells and the punishment room.

"Which of you ladies is going to be fucked first?" Matthew asked as he hustled Agnes and Gladys through the porch and into what was to be the reception area.

"Her!" demanded Gladys. "She's the slut who has been messing about with your daughters."

"Gladys!" protested Agnes. "How could you?"

Matthew turned right and guided them into the punishment room.

"In that case, Gladys you can help me." He untied Gladys' hands and pushed Agnes onto the base of the pillory. As he held Agnes' head in the central groove of the lower board he instructed Gladys to free her former best-friend's hands and put her wrists in place. Agnes fought back but Gladys was fierce and determined. Agnes lost her hat in the struggle but when the upper board was locked in place she resigned herself to her fate. Soon afterwards Agnes felt leather cuffs strapped on to her ankles, her legs being parted and secured.

Matthew fucked her up the ass. He had Gladys kneel beneath Agnes' wide spread legs and lick his balls as he punished the widow's tight anal sphincter. Agnes was reminded of what she had endured under the late Lerner Doonside. But, perhaps as a result of activity during last night's orgy, Matthew's efforts did not hurt as much as she feared. Agnes did not climax until Gladys stuck her tongue into the widow's slit and then nibbled her tender clitoris  as directed by a whip wielding Matthew. When he allowed Gladys to get to her feet he handed her the riding crop.

"Now," he said as he massaged his tumescent cock. "You get to flog her ass while she sucks me hard again."

Gladys took the whip and felt a sudden warmth in her pussy. She stroked herself and found she was wet. Her fingers elicited a reaction more intense than any she had felt before. Deliberately she raised her arm and stroked the crop across Agnes soft round buttocks then brought it down hard. Agnes' scream was muted as Matthew stuck his floppy dick into her mouth. Gladys felt a surge of lust and raised the crop again. She continued to beat her former ally until Matthew had come and Agnes had vomited his discharge onto the punishment room floor. Then Gladys stopped and presented Agnes with her puffy cunt for a final wet caress before she climaxed violently. This time she didn't apologize.

After they had eaten, the twins, tired and subdued, visited the punishment room and released Agnes. They brought her and Gladys back to the farmhouse to clean up and eat before taking them back to the accommodation block and locking them in separate cells.

***
Mary, wearing a clean apron, asked Pip whether he was going to join his cousin at the farm. He laughed at her and said no. "Who else would fuck you witless tonight Mary? Jeremy's out of it. He needs a good night's sleep in a nice soft bed so he can look after the auditor tomorrow." Pip said he would stick to the original story if his presence was queried by the auditor. He knew Jeremy had enough money to sponsor a poor deprived city lad without dipping in to parish funds.

Pip helped with what cleaning was left after Byron, the twins and Agnes and Gladys had been sent to the farm. Mary had been up early and had started the clean up after her own ablutions and breakfast coffee. Apart from the twins taking time to suck her tits like two overgrown babies no one had shown an interest in having sex with her or with each other.

Mary cooked the leg of lamb she had intended for Sunday lunch and the three had a quiet dinner before Jeremy was sent to bed. She was fucked doggy fashion as she bent over the sink and her climax, which coincided with Pip's was both deep and welcome. I really have been turned into fuck meat, she thought disgusted with herself, to relish this young hoodlum raping me over my kitchen sink. 

After she wiped herself with a towel she tried to find out more about her assailant.

"You and your cousin ride well. He said you learned at his mum's place. Is that right?"

"Byron getting chatty was he? Yea. His mum's and mine. We're not only cousins but also brothers by adoption. Mum's got a dollar or two and maintains a few good hacks."

"You also went to a good school. You don't come across as street thugs. What had you and Byron done to deserve a two year custodial sentence," she asked.

"Guess," said Pip.

"Rape, certainly," said Mary. "Although it's called other things these days"

"Rape covers it," said Pip.

"And what did Mum say when you got out of detention?"

"Not a thing. We didn't give her the chance. We'll hear what she says when we've got our brothel up and running. You'll be able to tell her what a good job we made of turning a stiff-necked vicar's wife into a cock hungry piece of prime fuck meat. Get on the floor I'm going to fuck your tits.

***
Elvira fired off a preliminary report to Carmine stating what she had seen and mentioning the hide she had discovered. It was possible, she said, that the Manse might have been under observation by another party. She would know more tomorrow when she visited the Reverend Jones and his wife and explored the road that led up the valley.

