Something Better

by Ozmanga

Chapter 3 Monday Night - Tuesday Morning

3,206 words

Pip and Byron's first night at Jeremy's "Manse" established the sleeping arrangements for their visit. These were simple. Pip explained the big bed in the master bedroom was for Mary and one or both of the "masters". Jeremy, attached by a light chain locked around his ankle to a leg of the bed, was to share the same room. He would sleep, when not required for other duties, on the floor. It was a warm summer. They would all sleep naked.

No one got very much sleep the first night. Pip made it clear that the householders were to do exactly as he and Byron said. They were going to be fucked, he told them. They were going to be photographed. Mary was not to be passive. She was to fuck them back as if she meant it. If she couldn't reach an orgasm, she was told, she had to fake it and fake it well. Failure would result in a beating with a belt across her backside. Jeremy's role was to be helpful. He was to keep his wife clean using his tongue and hold her in position if it was needed or when she was beaten. 

Pip was the first to rape Mary on the bed. He put a pile of pillows under her hips and, without foreplay, thrust his too-thick cock deep into her dry pussy. The pain he caused her made Mary forget her "riding instructions"—as Byron described Pip's orders—and she fought back rather than fucked back. The youth smiled cruelly as he hammered Mary into the mattress. He relished her screams as she writhed in pain and shame beneath his muscular brown body. The beating Pip gave her when he had finished his ruthless deep-penetration was savage. The belt was broad so it didn't cut into her soft flesh but each stinging blow of the leather strap hurt. Her buttocks were striped flaming red when Pip stopped and invited his comrade in crime to enjoy their "disobedient whore." 

Both Mary and Jeremy— who had been compelled to hold his wife down on the bed during the beating— were in tears as Byron knelt behind the prostrate woman and rolled a thick ribbed condom onto his long cock.

"You'd better move quicker, vicar," laughed Byron. "I'm raring to get up the whore's ass, so shift some of that man-juice from her cunt to the hole where it will do some good."

After a shocked pause Jeremy scrambled between Mary's parted legs to lick some of the results of Pip's ejaculation and transfer the natural lubricant to her tenderized butt. As his eager tongue probed between her labia and then—soothingly— into her anus Mary felt the first inkling of the pleasure her rapists insisted she pretend to feel. Jeremy kept at his task until Byron impatiently pushed him off the bed and without another word speared the unsuspecting housewife. Despite the lubrication it hurt. Mary screamed and then screamed again as Byron forced the first of the hard latex ribs, that ringed the contraceptive, through Mary's anal sphincter. 

When the young wife had stopped screaming Byron leaned forward and said, "There are eight of those, bitch. And you're gonna get them all. I want you to say, ‘Thank you, sir' every time I squeeze one in. No more screaming. Do you understand?"

Mary nodded, the pain in her ass was intense. Added to the agony was Byron's grip on her burning buttocks. She knew they were trying to break her. To reduce her to being what they called "fuck meat"and the sooner they thought they had succeeded, she hoped, the sooner the violence would stop. That was her theory. All she could do at present was to pretend. To stop fighting for the present. Seem to surrender. Stay sane.

 Byron drove in another inch and another rib forced her sphincter wide. Mary suppressed a scream and managed to hiss, "Thank you sir."

"Clever girl. You just avoided another flogging. Six more to go. Unh!"

Mary managed not to scream with pain as Byron forced the full length of his latex sheathed cock into her rectum. But when he started to pump in and out she could not restrain herself and she begged for him to stop. When Byron came he withdrew his cock but left the condom still inside his victims ass. He made Jeremy withdraw it and laughed at Mary's inadvertent cries of discomfort as each rib was dragged past her sore ring. 

Byron flogged her for disobeying his command. When he had done he rolled Mary onto her back. He knelt astride the sobbing woman and slapped his soft cock between her heaving breasts.

"Work at it, slut," he said. "And you, vicar, finish cleaning her cunt and see if you can help her have a bit of fun."

Mary pressed her large breasts either side of Byron's tumescent prick and massaged his sticky flesh as he had shown her in the bathroom earlier. She made a effort to lick the tip of his thrusting prick with her tongue. Her husband scrambled around the bed and buried his head between her thighs. Jeremy was surprisingly good at rousing Mary. Her orgasm, when it came, was genuine. She wrapped her legs around Jeremy's head in a scissors grip and bucked nearly dislodging Byron who was beginning to get hard again.

"That's better," panted Byron. "Now squeeze those tits for me, whore."

After a while Pip leaned over her. "Let the muff-diver go, Mary. You might break his neck. Besides I'm ready to go again. And this time tell me how good it is."

Mary released Jeremy's head. Pip kicked the vicar off the bed, then knelt behind Byron and slowly fed his re-erected cock into her now well-lubricated pussy.

"Oh, oh. Don't stop…" Mary cried falsely. "That's so good. Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Better'n Cheryl" grunted Byron as Mary moaned in pretended pleasure as his cock slid back and forth between her tightly held breasts.

"Yeah," panted Pip, driving scrotum-deep into her trembling flesh. "Sure is something better."

***

At first the home-invaders were insatiable for Mary's smooth flesh and her tight pussy and ass. They competed fiercely with each other as to who could make her climax the quickest or scream the loudest. Byron took pleasure in humiliating Jeremy. He sodomised the vicar while Jeremy  was again head down between Mary's thighs while Pip recorded the incident with his digital camera.

Pressure on Jeremy's prostate during this unlooked for attention gave him an erection. As Byron finished his act of buggery he heaved the protesting priest up and told him to,"put your weiner where your mouth was, vicar."Jeremy slipped easily into his wife's moist cunt. Mary, surprised at Jeremy's unusual size and eagerness, obliged him by coming noisily. 

After midnight the tempo of the youth's demands slowed and Mary fell into a fitful sleep only to be woken in the morning to service Pip and Byron before being told to wash, and get breakfast. As she soaked her aching body in a warm bath Jeremy came into the bathroom to shower and shave. It was the first time since the home invasion began that the couple had been left together by themselves.

"I'm sorry…" they both started to say at the same time. Mary shook her head and smiled sadly at her crumpled spouse.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered.

"I will go to the police," said Jeremy, determinedly."I was tricked into inviting them in…"

"You can't," interrupted Mary. "Even if the police believe your version of what happened and not Pip's and Byron's, the affair will be front page news. Your ‘sin' with Teddy will become public knowledge. So will his mother's prostitution. Both of you will be kicked out of the ministry. You'll lose your living and have to move from Skirmish. Cheryl will lose her job and I'll lose this lovely cottage." 

Mary took a deep breath.

"I don't care about your sexuality. I don't give a damn that our marriage was one of convenience, Jeremy, at this time we should stick together."

"But the things they are doing to you…"

"I'll cope," she said with a shudder.

"I could try to buy them off."

"No. Don't do that. They'd take any money you offered and stay put."

"What else can we do? I couldn't kill them."

"I could," said Mary. "But I don't think they'll give me the opportunity. No, what we must do is find them something better."

"I really…" began Jeremy when he was cut short by the door being banged open by Pip who told them to get a move on. He was hungry.

***

 Mary, naked except for an apron and shoes, cooked coffee, bacon, eggs and pancakes. She watched the two youths gorge themselves. Jeremy had little appetite and she, none. While they ate Pip opened his lap top and played back a selection of the digital images he and Byron had recorded of the previous night's activities. His favorite, he declared, was a high definition still of Jeremy seeming to fellate his wife while Byron knelt over her arched body as he pressed her tits around his long cock which spurted gobs of jism towards her ecstatic face.

It being Tuesday Jeremy had a meeting of the parish council—two elderly spinsters and a retired army officer—scheduled for ten o'clock. Mary declared she needed to drive into the nearby town of Shepsville to shop. The journey was necessary, she said, because she had failed to anticipate the need to cater for two such hungry guests.

After the breakfast dishes had been cleared away Pip decided he would drive Mary into town and Byron could be introduced to the council as one of the two "displaced youths" eager to experience life beyond the city's boundaries. 

Pip watched as Mary put on a yellow gingham dress he had selected for her. She said that it was too small. He disagreed. The dress had a deep decolletage and a very short hem-line. He had vetoed bra and panties despite her protest that as the vicar's wife she was expected to dress in a conservative manner. Pip laughed at her and told her to be careful getting out of the car and not to bend down. She angrily pulled on tan grip-top stockings and slipped into a pair of yellow leather sandals before reaching for a wide brimmed straw hat decorated with a broad yellow ribbon. She looked younger than her twenty five years. The tight dress did little to hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra. It hugged her hips and when she moved showed some of the elastic-lace supporting her stockings. Pip got a hard on looking at her as they walked to the car.

They took Teddy's Honda. Pip drove. Mary saw the growing bulge in his jeans and guessed what was coming.

"Unzip my fly, whore. Gimmee a blow-job," said Pip as they pulled away from "The Manse".

As she reached for his crotch she said, "Are you sure? We'll be in town in twenty minutes. Someone might see. These tinted windows are not opaque you know. Why don't you pull over?"

"Do as you're told, bitch. And when I come swallow the lot. You don't want come- stains on that dress."

Mary unzipped his fly, eased out his erection and removed her hat before she ducked down beneath the steering wheel and took his thick cock in her mouth. There was insufficient room to move her head up and down very far and Mary nearly choked as he forced her to accept his full erection. Desperately using her lips, tongue and hands she brought the rapist to a climax within ten minutes. Mary managed to swallow most of Pip's ejaculation and avoided spoiling her dress.

Pip grinned at her as he tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants.

"You've got some come on your chin, Mary. Wipe it off. And when you've put your hat on pull your skirt up and give your clit a rub. And don't stop masturbating until I tell you."

Mary was still playing with herself as the car pulled into the parking lot outside the Walmart. She was flushed and breathing heavily. Her neck and shoulders and the exposed area of her chest was a shade of pale mottled pink. The thin material of the dress revealed her nipples had peaked and her right hand was sticky with what her tormentor called "cunt juice".

"Okay," said Pip. "Lick your fingers and take a couple of deep breaths. You look like you're asking to be fucked." 

Mary did as she was told. She pulled the skirt down and remembered to keep her knees together as a she swung around to get out of the car without displaying her pussy to public gaze. As she did so she was greeted by a small, neatly dressed, woman pushing a full shopping cart.

"Why, it's Mary Jones. How are you my dear?" said the woman who looked her up and down like a drill-sergeant inspecting a rookie. "You look positively radiant. What have you been taking? And who is the handsome young man with you?"

"Mrs Wilson. How nice to see you," said Mary, insincerely. "Phillip, meet Gladys Wilson. She is the chairwoman of the village Women's Auxiliary . This is Phillip, er…"

"Brown. Phillip Brown. Call me Pip," he said. "I'm staying with Mary and Jeremy for a while. Part of my rehabilitation. A reward for being a good boy." Pip smiled at the woman. He assessed her with a glance. Plain, mid-thirties, mousy hair, small breasts, nice legs, no wedding-ring. She'd fuck like a rabbit once aroused. Probably respond to a bit of BDSM., thought Pip.

"Oh," said the pillar of village society, slightly taken aback by Pip's confident manner and bold stare. "Really? And how is the Reverend Jones, Mary dear?" 

Mary assured Gladys that the vicar was well and was looking after Pip's cousin, Byron. Mary believed Gladys had once had a crush on Jeremy and resented her. In fact the resentment was deep and bitter. Gladys had been sure the Reverend Jones had been about to propose marriage before blonde, big-breasted,  Mary arrived in Skirmish on a walking holiday. The young woman managed to break away from her inquisitor without seeming rude. Ms Wilson hurried to her own auto and quickly phoned Agnes Doonside, her best friend and trusted confidant. "Put the kettle on Agnes I'll be there in twenty minutes. You've no idea what I have just seen and I can hardly wait to tell you. Oh the shameful hussy. Oh poor Jeremy. Such a nice man."

***

" …and I assure you she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her nipples were nearly poking holes in that little yellow dress she wore last month to the fete. I didn't see a panty-line either."

"You must be mistaken, Gladys," said Agnes as she poured a second cup of tea for her friend. They were siting in the sparkling clean kitchen of Rose Cottage the opposite side of the valley to Jeremy's Manse. "I met the vicar on his way to the Parish Council. He introduced me to the other young man—Byron something—very polite, very handsome."

"I am not mistaken. Mary and the boy had been up to something in the car. Probably fornicating on the back seat. I tried to look inside the car but couldn't make out anything."

"Like what, dear?"

"Underwear. Discarded underwear. That's what. Should we warn the vicar? They've only been married for three months," said Gladys, bitterly.

***
On the drive back to the Manse with the shopping  Mary asked Pip where he and Byron had been before they found Teddy and his mother. She guessed he had scored some weed somewhere in the shopping complex and might be more outgoing than earlier. She was right.

"We were with a little bitch called Rosalie and her boyfriend in a single bedroom apartment in the city," began Pip. "Rosalie had done us a bad turn and we paid her a visit. She wasn't pleased to see us. We had just been released from The Young Offenders Corrective Establishment and were very, very, horny." Pip paused and looked at Mary. "She was a blonde too. She was shorter and younger than you. Smaller tits. Oranges not grapefruits. We met her at the door of her apartment. She tried to run but you can't in heels can you?"

"What happened," asked Mary.

"We caught her dragged her into her apartment. She was very frightened. She didn't want to strip but when I waved my little knife and offered to cut her clothes off her back she did. We let her keep her shoes, stockings and garter-belt. She looked very sexy with one hand hiding her pussy and the other trying to cover her tits. She was saying,"No, please don't," over and over again as I undressed. Just like you did, Mary, before we spit-roasted you. Byron held her from behind, a big hand on each tit as I fucked her standing. Then Byron buggered her. After that we tied her to the heavy wooden table in the alcove she called the dining room. We made her face the table. Her ankles and wrists were fastened to the table legs with tape and rope. When we had her ass up and spread wide, with just enough slack so we could get at her tits, her punishment began."

"Sounds to me as if it started when she saw you," said Mary. She felt sorry for Rosalie and  wondered what "bad turn" she had done the two youths.

"Shut up, whore. I'm telling this story."

"Okay. Okay."

"We beat her. Then we fucked her pussy and ass again. She had a stash of coke and we got high on that and a bottle of Jack Daniels. When we weren't fucking her we beat her with our belts until she passed out. We revived her. Smelling salts. Then we started all over again. When her boyfriend came he was so angry he tried to take us both on with his fists. By this time, you realize, we were pretty far gone. We beat the shit out of him. We stripped him and tied him to the other end of the table and Byron did his trick with the ribbed condom. To music. We were laughing and they were moaning and screaming and then the door bell went. We stuffed bits of clothes in their mouths, pulled on some pants, and answered the door. It was a neighbor "Could we please keep the noise down. People were trying to sleep."

"What did you do?"

"Apologized politely to the old boy. Made sure the gags were securely tied and carried on fucking and beating Rosalie and her boyfriend, Arthur he was called. In the meantime give me another blow-job. Telling you about Rosalie has made me a bit horny."

As Mary unzipped Pip's fly for the second time that morning he added generously, "And frig yourself until you come while you're at it."

