A Wife's Secret Lust
by Oscar M. Mann


FOREWORD 

The human mind abounds with weaknesses, particularly weaknesses of the 
flesh. Oscar M. Mann, in his inimitable manner, has given us in A Wife's 
Secret Lust a vivid and most psychologically disturbing insight into just 
how true this age old axiom really is. No man is immune from these 
weaknesses of the flesh, nor is any woman. Mr. Mann, in all his candor, 
takes here the two people in the entire world most likely not to succumb to 
the temptations presented by the modern world and slowly but surely builds 
an all-encompassing web of evil and passion that completely swallows them up 
with relentless and unyielding certainty. 

All things begin with physical want, be it food, water, or an item of 
comfort when the other drives have all been satisfied. The young 
nondenominational Minister's wife in this book thirsts for the latter. This 
seemingly innocent desire for things that will put her on an equal social 
footing with her contemporaries becomes the psychological catalyst that 
merges all else that happens into a single logical chain of unstoppable 
events. Perhaps what Mr. Mann is attempting to say at this point in his 
novel is that there resides in all of us a little of the prostitute. The 
young Minister's wife, of course, when she used church funds to buy 
furniture for their private house did not ever intend to prostitute herself 
in the way she ultimately must in order to pay the money lender she had 
borrowed from to restore the funds, but nevertheless, she did prostitute her 
own honor in her relations with her husband by the deceit necessary to take 
such funds. This initial wrong becomes the starting point of the chain of 
events that leads to her final literal prostituting of her body in order to 
save her husband from disgrace and banishment from the church. 

The author, in his underlying thesis that this willingness to prostitute 
does exist in all of us, points out with a rather frightening clarity that 
the first innocent step may without warning touch off this horrible chain 
reaction that could ultimately drag an innocent human being down to the 
depths of degradation with it. If it can happen to a young idealistic 
Minister's wife, then it could happen to anyone. This thought is well worth 
contemplating when one begins to chastise those poor souls whose profession 
prostitution is. May not they have fallen victim to a similar set of 
circumstances? Let us always be charitable with them as the possibilities 
are, as we are now, they once were also... 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

He would have to be tired, she thought, this twenty-four year old confused 
boy-man who was her husband. He had stayed up most of the night, reading, 
praying, she assumed... after it happened. From where she sat at the 
oilcloth covered kitchen table, Miriam Sheldon could see a portion of 
Peter's handsome, noble head, as he worked over his coming Sunday sermon in 
the study. Study? That was certainly stretching the definition of the word 
to its fullest It wasn't even a room... just a tiny alcove at the end of the 
cold, bleak hallway, where a battered old desk and some bookshelves had been 
wedged in, a makeshift as was everything else in this ancient, weary house 
the Nineveh-Bend congregation enjoyed referring to as "the parsonage."... 
And last night, he had slapped her... Dear Lord, was it possible? 

Looking slowly about the dreary kitchen: with its cracked plaster and 
paint-hungry walls, its castoff collection of aged furnishings and 
century-old soapstone sink, the lovely young blonde girl suddenly wondered 
upon what she had founded her belief that, in time, she could grow fond of 
the dismal old place, and all of that such a very short while ago. Then, as 
if to taunt her, memories of the splendor of her parent's home and the 
luxuries she had given up for love, crept into her mind. Dejectedly, she 
fought them, trying desperately not to remember that she had been Literally 
disowned... but that, too, was a feeble struggle, and tears glazed her 
transcendent, hazel-eyes. She bit at her perpetually pouting lower lip and 
wiped away the misty droplets with a long, tapered finger, inwardly upset 
with herself at her weakness. 

She loved him! She loved him! And that was the answer to all of it, she 
rationalized... but this morning she was distressed, frustrated... even 
frightened... with nowhere to turn. The accumulating emotional strain was 
simply getting the better of her. Oh, Peter, Peter... I'm so ashamed... that 
we've come to this in only six weeks of marriage... God, I'm so weak... 
Already, I've failed you... and I love you so... 

Her mind raced in circles, until she was remembering how, in the beginning, 
she had been so intrigued with the beauty of the picturesque little New 
Hampshire village... their first home, her own and Peter's, his very first 
church, this house in which they'd spent the first night of their 
honeymoon... in short, the antiquated, gloomy place was steeped in 
"firsts"... from-fiasco to fiasco. Oh, God... 

She wiped at her eyes once more. She had to get hold of herself, shake this 
state of mind and do what had to be done. There was no time for self-pity 
now. She had until tonight, but no later. Eli Barnes was no man to be taken 
lightly. Just be thankful Peter couldn't read her mind, or know her 
thoughts. She'd failed him dreadfully all right... when all she had wanted 
was to be a proper, good wife to him... have him proud of her... What was it 
he had said to her last night? Miriam! My God, do you have to be so wanton 
about it? She could have died right there! And the result... another 
fiasco... at least, for her. 

She stared at her half-emptied coffee cup, its contents long cold now, their 
uneasy breakfast together being past some thirty minutes. She knew she 
should dress, get out of her nightie and robe, how Peter became upset when 
she went around this way in the morning, always fearing that one or more of 
the village folk might drop in on them and form improper opinions, but 
nevertheless, she sat there, engulfed in her wretched, lachrymose mood. And 
then, abruptly, a shudder passed over her voluptuously porportioned young 
body as the dreaded thought of the necessary visit she must pay Eli Baines 
crossed her mind for the umpteenth time. 

That had been the first foolish thing she had done... borrowing money from 
that evil man, then lying to Peter about it. How blindly rattleheaded she'd 
been, never giving a thought to the possible complications, but Sara 
Dexter's suggestion had sounded so logical... and she'd been so certain 
within herself that inside of thirty days she would have been able to 
reestablish relations with her parents. Lord, after all, she was their only 
child. And God knows, she'd been desperate. 

She'd felt confident that her father would relent... at least, bend a little 
with time once he realized that she was actually gone for good and how much 
her Peter meant to her, or that her mother would be able to mollify him, but 
she had been wrong in both instances; they'd ignored her plea for help... 
truly disowned her... and all because of this boy-man she loved. 

Of course, if d been a near understood thing in their smug, secure circle 
that she and Rick Gilardo would announce their engagement when she finished 
college in June. They'd gone together for three years and Rick's parents 
belonged to the same country club and attended the same church as her mother 
and father... almost necessary requisites, it seemed. Position and 
religion... the two most important things in her parent's lives. The 
Gilardos were in the wholesale grocery industry, and her father's insurance 
business had been most successful over the past two-and-a-half decades, 
making their stalwart prominence in the little Connecticut town the envy of 
many... to the complacent satisfaction of both her mom and dad. Naturally, 
her father had been active in civic affairs and his opinion highly 
respected, in fact, seldom if ever questioned... and she had chosen to 
violate this verity by acting completely against his will... and 
unforgivable sin... 

Peter had come from Texas, of poor stock... "white trash," her father had 
ranted. He was tall, lean, slender-faced, with dark, wavy hair and deep 
brown discerning eyes, but it was his mysterious boyish smile that 
captivated her, even as passion and wrath burned with a certain savageness 
in the depths of those sometimes haunted, penetrating eyes. 

On a lark with the gang, she had gone to a tent revival meeting and heard 
him preach, and while the others were having a rousing good time, she had 
sat transfixed, being converted... not her religious convictions, just her 
heart. She had fallen in love with Peter Sheldon that very night The 
following evening she had gone back alone to meet him, and that's where it 
had all begun. 

When she'd brought him home the first time, her father had practically 
invited him to leave and not come back. Her mother had acquired one of her 
"sick headaches" and gone to bed for two days. At first, Rick had taken it 
in stride, at least, pretending to adopt his cosmopolitan, non-jealous 
attitude, but she knew that inside he was ragingly angry with her. 

Thinking about it, Miriam supposed it was a legitimately sound reaction on 
his part. After all, she had been wearing his fraternity pin, and had not 
gone out With anyone else in over three years, and certainly their petting 
had reached the point where one more little step would have destroyed her 
virginity. But thank God, she had never gone all the way with him, even 
though they had come disastrously close, and on more than one occasion it 
had been all she could do to hold herself back. 

Now, she was ashamed to think she had compromised herself at all, but she 
had. In the back seat of his car she would let him slip a hand inside her 
blouse or under her sweater to unfasten her bra and fondle her naked breasts 
in some of their more torrid sessions, but only once bad he ever gone beyond 
this, and her face flushed as she remembered that and how near they had come 
to the very brink of consummating the act itself. 

She had never been much of a drinker in her twenty-one years and that night 
at the country club dance with their parents, she had gone beyond her usual 
one or two. After, when they had parked "on the hill" overlooking the lights 
of the town and he had been massaging her naked breasts into maddening 
hardness with his fingers, he had suddenly kissed an sucked one of her 
nipples into his mouth. The tender playing of his tongue around it had 
nearly driven her wild, and she'd barely noticed when his hand crept beneath 
her skirt and begun gentle caresses between her smooth, white thighs. 

The color filling her cheeks brightened to a brilliant crimson now as she 
recalled how she had half-heartedly pleaded with him. 

"N-No, Rick, heavens no! We can't - you... you mustn't!" she had gasped, 
realizing the danger this time, fearing that in another minute she wouldn't 
be able to stop him. 

And he had continued, his hands gently stroking her soft, vibrant flesh, 
traversing over the full length of her uncontrollably resigning body, from 
her breasts to her flat, now quivering stomach and downward to the nylon 
shielded softness of her golden pubic hair. He had soothed her there, 
"stroking slowly, tantalizingly, inserting his middle finger under her 
satiny panties into the moist virginal split of her vagina, until a tingling 
sensation she had never before known caused her to writhe about on the seat 
beneath his hand almost fitfully. She could hardly believe the deep gasping 
sounds of her own breathing and the heat from his aroused breaths against 
her excited flesh. 

"Oh, Darling... no, no... not now," she rasped into his ear. 

He'd not stopped, and then she had heard the whisper of his zipper, her 
heart skipping a beat as suddenly she sensed a hot, fleshy pressure against 
her upper thigh. His penis! Her body had actually recoiled from this first 
ever strange contact of a male organ, and had been ready to struggle when 
abruptly, his finger, nestled between her legs, had probed tenderly into the 
velvety wetness of her vagina, sending a galvanic current of measureless 
pleasure soaring through her whole being, leaving her momentarily powerless 
in the throes of the erotic entrancement. Her temporary paralysis had led 
him to believe she was submitting, and before she realized it he had placed 
her hand over his shaft, pressuring her fingers around it Instantly, her 
mind became a melee of mixed emotions, and even as her brain attempted to 
dictate right over wrong her fingers clenched tight against the hot 
throbbing instrument and she heard his expressive groan of delight mingled 
with her own labored breaths. She remembered how its enormous size had 
utterly amazed her, her fingers hardly able to encircle it, and how, 
automatically, she had begun to stroke it, manipulating the thick outer skin 
back and forth... up and down the rigid stem of flesh. Even now, in her 
shame, she remembered how as she ignored the righteous dictums her brain was 
endeavoring to scream at her, her physical being advised her that never 
before had anything ever felt so good or fulfilling. 

He was thrusting his long, slender finger deep inside the passage of her 
womanhood, its tender, sensitive wall suddenly so wet from the passion fluid 
ardently seeping from its chaste, excited lips. It was expanding the tiny 
opening in the membrane that denoted her purity, and even though she had 
feared its tearing, destroying the proof of her virginity right then and 
there, it seemed she could do nothing about it The wild intoxication he was 
filling her with was stripping her of all power to resist and unconsciously 
she had relaxed her inner thighs, allowing him greater access to her even as 
she had increased her own massaging of his penis. She remembered how 
astonished she had been as with each gentle stroke she could feel the 
massive shaft jerk and grow harder in her hand, when the very moment before 
its huge stiffness seemed impossible to surpass. 

In her fascination and enthrallment with the jerking organ, she had hardly 
realized he had rolled over on top of her until he was there, and almost too 
late she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping the rock-hard 
cudgel between them. He had gone half out of his mind endeavoring to direct 
and wedge it into the opening of her wet palpitating vagina, and God knows, 
she bad wanted it as bad as he... but something had helped her maintain her 
wits. She had striven with all Of her efforts against him, her struggle 
causing her hand to tighten around his straining member, and he had no more 
than penetrated the hard, rubbery head inside the legband of her panties, 
its tip nuzzled between the tight moist lips of her vulva when she sensed it 
commencing to lurch out of control. It jerked spasmodically in her hand and 
Rick gasped as she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt from it and 
continue as if it would never end, until her soft, fleecy pubic hair was 
drenched with the warm, sticky sperm. The inside of her thighs were 
saturated with it and it dribbled down between her legs to drench the car 
seat beneath her buttocks. 

Then, Rich had groaned a final release and draped himself over her in 
obvious exhaustion. He was mumbling what had sounded like apologies to her, 
as if he had somehow failed her, she thought, almost as if he had been 
unaware she had resisted, and although she had not told him then, it was 
that night and that incident that had made it clear to her she did not love 
Rick Gilardo... and three evenings later she had seen Peter for the first 
time. 

Once more, her face reddened at the lewd memory of the episode; she couldn't 
help but wonder what Peter would think, say, or do if he ever knew. She had 
seen no logical reason for telling him. It could serve no purpose except to 
strain their own relationship even further... and Lord knows, she doubted if 
she could stand any more and stall pretend at this superficial attitude of 
happiness. Nor was his own air of contentment any less artificial than hers. 
At least, she had come to know him well enough to read sadness and joy, 
pleasure of pain in his boyishly handsome face, and rich, articulate voice. 

Actually, she had kissed Peter only six times before they were married, and 
those occasions, impassionate good-night pecks at the door when he brought 
her home from the revival meetings he had affiliated with. On their third 
date, he had told her he was merely helping do the Lord's work in whatever 
way he could while he awaited his appointment to a church of his own, which 
would be forthcoming in a matter of days. She had never known such a 
devoted, serious young man, and because of her own religious upbringing his 
sincere piety had reached right to her very heart She had refused to even 
see Rick or talk to him on the phone, until her parents in a state of mild 
hysteria, absolutely forbade her to have anything to do with "that fanatical 
preacher.'" Of course, she'd ignored them, and on their fifth date, Peter 
had elatedly told her of his appointment to a little church in New 
Hampshire. She had been as pleased as he, especially so when he suddenly 
gushed forth with: "Miriam... w-will you marry me?" 

"Oh, Peter darling, darling... yes... I'll be proud to marry you," she had 
blubbered, actually weeping in her joy. 

So, in the aftermath of her father's tirade when they'd told him, they had 
dejectedly, without her parent's blessing, but nevertheless determinedly, 
set out for Nineveh-Bend, pausing only long enough in a little church in 
Massachusetts to take their vows, and that very night they had spent in this 
gloomy parsonage she had convinced herself that she could, in time, become 
fond of. 

Once more, Miriam felt the dampness of tears filling her long and lovely, 
expressive hazel eyes. Perhaps... perhaps, she thought, had their marriage 
bed been fulfilled, the deprivation and poverty she was expected to 
accept... even the restriction of being a preacher's wife might be more 
readily endured. But in the fretful absence of achieving sexual satisfaction 
when she so desperately needed love in its completion, to be abruptly 
confronted with her handsome, masculine husband's confused moral credo, she 
had frustratingly floundered... and then, Rick Gilardo had walked briefly 
back into her life. 

She and Peter had been married two-weeks when Rick and his new wife had 
stopped for an overnight visit, enroute to Montreal on their own honeymoon. 
He and Beth Evans, a schoolmate of hers, had eloped, and Miriam could not 
for the life of her, shake her sinful, jealous thoughts. If there was any 
satisfaction in knowing that she had been the one true love in Rick's life, 
she had that, or in realizing that had she not jilted him, Beth Evans would 
still be putting-out in the back seats of cars trying to trap a husband. 

They'd stayed with them for two days, and in the course of that time Beth 
never let her forget the near-squalor the parsonage afforded, always 
indirectly comparing it with the beautiful home she and Rick would be 
returning to. The sad part of it all was that Miriam knew it to be true. 

"A clergyman really has a difficult time of it, doesn't he," Beth had said a 
dozen times or more. "Really, Miriam, I don't see bow you can stand it... 
being isolated in this God-forsaken place... living here like this after 
what you're used to. Why... why, the leg is actually broken right off that 
dilapidated old couch... " 

Miriam could have happily throttled her... yet, somehow, she had maintained 
her poise, smiled, and finally pacified herself with the love she had for 
her handsome Texan with the deep, mysterious eyes. Even so, it had seemed 
little at that point, but it was all she had to cling to. 

And then, later in the evening while she was pouring coffee, Rick had 
strolled into the kitchen and put his arms around her waist from behind, 
pressing himself close to her until she could actually feel the bulge of him 
trying to insinuate itself between her buttocks. 

"Rick, stop! Lord, have you no decency at all?" she hissed, trying to squirm 
from his grasp. 

"Awww, come on now, Miriam baby," he whispered hotly into her ear, holding 
fast to her wasplike waist, her writhings only serving to stimulate his 
member more so. "You can't tell me you haven't missed old Rick a little 
bit... nor forgotten those nights in the back seat 'on-the-hill.'" 

"I can and I have! I'm only ashamed they ever happened!" she spat at him, 
twisting her head so that he could see the disgust registered on her face. 
"Now, if you don't have any respect for me, at least have some for your wife 
and my husband in the other room." 

She jerked herself almost free, but he held to the muscular part of her 
upper arms. "Okay," he sneered "But I'm not about to forgive you for the 
rotten deal you handed me... the way you ran out. You belong to me, baby, 
nobody else... and one day I'll get even... 

His words, in truth, had frightened her, and that night when they were gone, 
she had tried to find solace in Peter's love making, but following the 
pattern he had already established she had gleaned nothing but further 
frustration. 

In the morning, the broken leg on the davenport had loomed up before her 
like a gigantic shattered pillar supporting her marriage... her very life. 
Dear God, she couldn't stand it any longer! She would lose her mind...! 

As the preacher's wife she was also church treasurer. It was all terribly 
simple to withdraw $300 and purchase the new front room suite, tables, 
lamps, and two pictures thrown in. She'd had to go to Burgess five miles 
away to do it, but Peter had attended a town meeting concerning some school 
issue and she had been left with the car. Shortly, she had realized the 
empty-headed frivolity of the act... but not at that moment. It had been a 
matter of retaining her sanity... of holding on to her marriage. 

When Peter'd discovered what she had done, he'd been beside himself with 
anger, even when she told him she had used money she'd saved. Although he 
had accepted the lie, he'd been as near to violence as she had yet seen him, 
his face blossoming into a deep violet flush, his eyes blazing in their 
anger. He couldn't understand her doing such a thing without consulting him 
first. She must realize it was necessary they live within their means, he'd 
lectured... once he'd regained control of himself; what impression was this 
going to make on the congregation? 

The devil with the congregation, she'd thought. Still, she had sat passively 
and listened with semi-bowed head. Dear God, she loved him so! 

"You've got to remember, Miriam, we're the servants of these people... not 
they to us," he'd reminded her sharply. And it's not impossible that we'll 
have to learn to do without many more luxuries before we're very much older. 
Such is a preacher's life... and it's better that you get used to it now, 
right in the beginning." 

He was so masculine when he was enraged. Why didn't he grab hold of her 
forcefully and make love to her then? Dear Lord! She knew she should be 
taken and whipped for the thoughts she was thinking... 

It was inevitable that he would examine the bank account sooner or later and 
find her withdrawal unless she did something to cover it immediately. Oddly 
enough, she'd borne no fear of the illegality of the act; her worry had been 
simply of the pain she knew her lie would cause him once he knew the truth. 
And... and she loved this boy-man so deeply... so whole heartedly that to 
even witness mental stress upon his face literally tore her apart inside. 

Eli Baines, Ninevah-Bend's most wealthy and influential citizen, made 
private loans, pretty Sara Dexter, the church organist had told her at one 
of the meetings of the Women's Benevolent Society. And who should know 
better than she, for both her mentally handicapped husband and she herself 
worked for the man up at Mansion-House. 

Miriam had been surprised at herself, the way she had confided in the 
attractive young woman, but Sara had made herself a friend from the first 
day, and the few years difference in their ages seemed to somehow give them 
a link of adjoinment. The tall, shapely, dark haired girl had simply 
jockeyed her oneside and said: "What's bothering you anyway, Miriam?" 

She had denied any stress at first, but Sara was not ; about to be denied. 
And truly, if she'd ever need anyone to confide in, Miriam felt she needed 
them now... so she'd blubbered all. 

"You go to Mr. Baines, but don't tell him I sent you," Sara said, wiping at 
Miriam's eyes at the same time. "Of course, you've got to be prepared to pay 
heavy interest. He's a regular old miser. If he loans you ten dollars, he 
expects twenty when you pay him back next week... but... no one will know." 

Miriam could have kissed her. She didn't, but she could have. Instead, in 
the morning she had driven up to Mansion-House and Luke, Sara's disfigured 
young husband, led her in. The poor man's face had been half ripped away 
with a high-powered bullet by an unknown hunter, damaging his brain... 
almost completely destroying him. Miriam couldn't help but think, as she was 
being taken to Eli Baines' office, that perhaps it would have been a mercy 
if he had died. He couldn't speak. He walked with a dragging limp, and his 
face suggested sheer horror. 

As she followed him, Miriam thought that he fit well into the ominous, aged, 
framed Mansion-House, its looming three floored, gabled structure and 
mansard roof as cold and foreboding inside as was the approach up the long 
drive with its giant maples and twisted, gnarled oaks. She followed him 
along the huge central hallway, a hollow, eerie dampness seemingly present 
even on this beautiful, warm August day, and suddenly she experienced a 
clammy, lumpish sensation at the base of her stomach... she was sorry she 
had come. 

In fact, she had hesitated and was about to pivot on her heel with all 
intentions of getting out of there just as Eli Baines appeared in the 
doorway before Luke Dexter. Miriam had sucked in her breath at his sudden 
emergence into view. Sara's husband made several motions that the other 
seemed to understand, then, without a word the afflicted man dragged himself 
away. 

"So... Mrs. Sheldon, is it?" Eli Baines addressed her in a deep, guttural 
voice. He stepped back into the room. "Come in," he paid. 

He was a brute of a man in stature, and although she had seen him several 
times in the village, it'd been from a distance and she had not realized his 
massive size. He had a great barrel chest, was exceedingly tall and ugly of 
facial feature. His breathing came in deep, measured rasps, and from the 
beginning his watery, colorless eyes began to undress her licentiously. She 
guessed him to be in his mid-fifties, with a heavy shock of greying hair, 
and he wore a terrible slit-scar on his right cheek from eye to chin, 
causing that side of his face a feeble muscular reaction, unlike its 
counterpart. Once inside, he had closed the door to the surprisingly small, 
stuffy, disordered cubicle he used for an office, dropped into an ancient 
swivel chair before the cluttered roll-top desk and motioned her to a broken 
slatted, once dining-room chair. 

"Well...?" he said gruffly. "Why've you come?" 

Miriam swallowed tightly. "I-I would like to borrow some money," she heard 
herself stammer in a thin, almost choked voice. 

He had leaned back heavily, thoughtfully, it seemed to her, making the aged 
chair groan. Finally, he said: "Little unusual... Hope you don't mind my 
being surprised. It ain't often an old widower like me gets to do business 
with such a lush young beauty." Miriam had felt the blood surging into her 
cheeks. His lecherous eyes continued to rake her body from head to toe 
unceasingly. 

"I-I have this," she'd said, placing an oval cameo brooch that Peter had 
given her for a wedding present onto his desk before him. It had belonged to 
Peter's grandmother and its value mounted to three times what she was about 
to ask. 

Eli Baines studied it He grunted, leaning back once more as his eyes took 
liberties with her obvious hidden charms. "What's the Reverend Mrs.' 
pleasure?" 

Miriam ran the tip of her tongue along the line of her delicately full lower 
lip. She said: "I need three-hundred dollars for a short period. I'll pay 
you back in thirty days... but no one must know of our transaction." 

Slowly, the huge man eased into a suggestive grin. His teeth, yellowed and 
soundly square, gaped at her. "What for?" he breathed heavily. 

"I... I can't see where that would be your affair, Mr. Baines... only that 
you loan it to me if you will. I will repay it in thirty-days," she had 
repeated. "In the meantime, you may hold the brooch for security." 

The massive man laughed easily. "My interest is heavy," he said. 

"How much?" 

"Hmmmm... three-hundred... thirty days... pay me back five-hundred." 

Miriam's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at his great hulk that 
overflowed the groaning chair. "T-That's plain robbery, Mr. Baines, and you 
know it!" 

"Unh huh... maybe," he grunted, the lust in his expression seeming to grow 
more intense as his eyes continued to crawl over her shamelessly. "But 
you're the one what needs the money. You want it... you pay." 

"The brooch is worth at least a thousand dollars," she'd said. "You won't be 
taking any chances... " 

"Your husband know about this, Mrs. Reverend?" he interrupted, his twisted 
smile slowly broadening once more. 

Miriam swallowed tightly a second time, then shook her head. "No one must 
know," she said with certain urgency. 

Eli Baines continued to grin at her. "I see," he said, rubbing a hand over 
the grey stubble covering his chin and making a rasping sound. "Kind of a 
secret... just between you and me, eh?" 

"If you want to put it that way... yes," said Miriam, straightening 
haughtily in her chair. "Even so. Mr. Baines, such exorbitant interest... I 
believe it's called usury, isn't it? Perhaps 

perhaps you would like to reconsider...?" 

Eli Baines stared at her for a long moment. His evil eyes caressed her body 
lewdly, yet, she forced herself to return his gaze levelly. 

"Yeah... maybe you're right," he said at last "On second thought Mrs. 
Reverend... six-hundred dollars thirty-days from today... my regular 
interest Was going to be a bit lenient on you... you being so pretty and 
all, but a man can't make a living that way, now can he? 'Course, my advice 
to you would be... don't borrow. It ain't in keeping with our yankee 
customs. I suggest you figure another way... " 

She remembered that she had been next to insane with rage at that moment 
She'd seen him raise his interest one whole hundred dollars for thirty-days 
use and she had been ready to scream in her anger. Now, as she thought about 
it she realized that only her desire to protect Peter from the shock of the 
awful truth... to keep from hurting him in any way, had helped her contain 
herself, until finally she had bit her lip and said: "All right... give me 
the money!" 

He had and she'd signed a note, then gotten out of there as fast as she 
could... and that was thirty-days ago. Now, it was due and payable! Dear 
God, she'd been so certain she could regain her parent's good graces by 
now... 

She sat at the table and stared at her dead coffee cup, her long, honey 
colored hair cascading about her shoulders like a golden waterfall At the 
end of the hall, engrossed in his work, she could hear her Peter stir 
occasionally... She loved him so much... so very, very much... Was this 
suffering a necessary part of real love? 

She started to push the coffee cup from her, then instead, refilled it from 
the electric pot... a gift from Peter's brothers. 

Oh, Peter, Peter, my darling... I need you so! Please... please... help me! 
Help me! Oh God...! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Peter had not written a word. All upon the sheet before him was as he had 
left it the day before. He couldn't concentrate, nor could he eliminate the 
vision of Miriam coming through their bedroom doorway absolutely naked the 
previous night. She'd stood there before him, never posing, only waiting 
shyly, almost frightened as she watched his reactions. She had stepped from 
the bath, her magnificent nude body a splendor before him, and he had stared 
at her, his mind reeling. Lord, how his loins still throbbed! How many men 
much greater than he had succumbed in the face of such charms? He had 
thought of Sampson, David with Bathsheba, Solomon... My God... he saw the 
nipples of her pink-tipped breasts distended a full half-inch as he gaped at 
her! Her beautiful, firm hips and her narrow childlike waist had dried his 
mouth and throat like an arid wind off the desert, while the golden thatch 
that nestled about the pink crevice splitting the apex of her full-rounded 
thighs had made his member leap with evil, libidinous passion. 

Then, she had smiled... as innocent and lovely as the first daffodil of 
spring. He'd gore berserk inside, gotten to his knees and held out his arms 
to her as she ran toward him. "Oh, Peter, love me... love me!" she'd cried. 
The Lord forbid! He had even stripped away his own night clothes in his 
lust, kneeling there, his massive penis throbbing like some demoniacal 
phallus... as if inspired by Satan himself. He had actually thrown himself 
upon her while she lifted her legs high, spreading her smooth, white thighs 
wide... to the point of truly gaping her moist, pink vagina before him, its 
dewy, gilded, hair-lined lips quivering and clasping in front of his very 
eyes in its salacious desire... and then, it had been as if a voice had 
spoken to him... as though he had been touched by a sacred lance in an 
angel's hand. 

Miriam! My God, do you have to be so wanton about it?" 

"Ohhh... oh, darling... please, please...?" 

"This is God's work! Let's perform it as God's work!" 

"P-Peter... Peter...!" 

"Put your legs down! Be decent! Dear Lord, let's not become animals, 
Miriam." 

She had... slowly, reluctantly, with a long deep sigh... lying immobile 
beneath him like an erotic statue, yet so warm and vibrant, while his mind 
continued in its turmoil... his brain unable to fathom the Almighty's 
meaning in this perfectly sculptured voluptuous body He had chosen to tempt 
him with. 

He had entered her submissive form almost with a vengeance, his wild, 
thrashing shaft thundering pulsatingly with the building sperm of creation 
chinning frenziedly in his aching testicles from the mere sight of her... 
and even as she held down her legs, the mewls and moans began to erupt from 
her open mouth as he pistoned his man-weapon between the soft, tender lips 
of her moist, clasping vagina, struggling to release himself as soon as 
possible. 

And then, all of a sudden, she had drawn her legs back until the very knees 
touched the hard pink tips of her erect breasts, and she'd cried out: "Oh 
Peter... Peter... Peter, love me! Fill me with yourself!" 

He hadn't been able to withhold his wrath. The vile implication of her plea 
had nearly blinded him with fury. He had slapped her hard. Not once, but 
three times, back and forth, before he had crawled off her, unsatiated, 
confused, tears streaming down his cheeks as he left her immediately... 
going to read and pray, to beg forgiveness for both of them. 

Half into the night he had sat at his desk, reading, praying for guidance, 
searching for truth and the strength to profess it In tears, he had sought a 
penance equal to the measure of lust he had brought upon both himself and 
his beloved Miriam. He had wept for hours, indeed repentant of his foremost 
weakness... the evils of the flesh. 

Like father, like son, he thought bitterly. That was his cross, the curse of 
his hatred for his own father. He's spent ten of the twenty-four years of 
his life attempting to transform this hatred into pity and understanding... 
but uselessly; he despised the memory of the man. Man? Animal was more 
definitive for the beast who had raised five brothers-and he the youngest-as 
share-cropper serfs, while he had drank and caroused with evil women and 
watched his own over-burdened wife dig an early grave for herself. On her 
deathbed, Peter had promised his mother he would take up the ministry, and 
he had fulfilled that promise but in his weakness was he being true to his 
pledge? 

Dear God! How long could he endure this maddening turmoil of desire raging 
inside him before he went insane? He had only to look upon the erotic beauty 
of his Miriam and the demons would begin to dance in his loins. Last night, 
his most dreaded fear had been realized... he had seen the same evil, carnal 
lust distorting her angelic face! He was destroying her too! Animalizing the 
sanctity of her precious womanhood! God forbid! But if it was necessary that 
he sin, if truly he was that weak... then let it be with a Delilah... not in 
defilement of his cherished love... his Miriam. Let him alone be the sinner! 

He rubbed at his aching brow and stared blankly at the paper before him, his 
eyes burning from lack of sleep. He's made his decision... a wicked one that 
sent waves of shame surging through him at the mere thought, yet in it, he 
found a certain consolation in knowing that he would be keeping Miriam from 
sinking to the depths of his depraved thirst. 

The long night had given him time to do much thinking. His failures 
overwhelmed him. Taking Miriam from the luxuries she had always known and 
replacing them with the hardships of a preacher's wife in such a remote 
place as Nineveh-Bend had been a cruel, abortive attempt at 
self-happiness... a failure founded on lust and selfish love he had no right 
to. Could he, in all sincerity, blame her for the wild and extravagant 
foolishness of buying that front-room furniture? Yet, he had, and with a 
harsh reprimand and complete lack of understanding, while in reality, he now 
realized that the wrath he had taken out on her was simply a vent for the 
anger he had with his own self for making an enemy of the town miser, Eli 
Baines only hours before at the town meeting. 

Perhaps he had taken a foolish stand, but it made logic, he had thought, and 
after all he was now a part of the community. Besides, Barnes bore the evil 
eye of his own father, and seemed to strike fear and awe in the sheepish 
citizenry who stood listening to him. So, he, Peter Sheldon, had thwarted 
him in his proposal to build the new needed school on property the town 
would have to buy from him. Instead, he had suggested the school be built on 
a piece of land he knew the town already owned, and behind his leadership 
the town-folk had agreed with him... even praised him later when the issue 
had been settled according to his recommendation... but Peter knew he had 
made a strong enemy in Eli Baines. 

Failures... his existence was amassed with failures...! 

"Peter... would you like a cup of coffee?" 

Her words startled him. He hadn't heard her approach along the hallway. Now, 
he turned slowly and smiled up at her. 

"No thanks, hon... You're not dressed yet," he said, unable to keep the 
agitation from his voice, his smile slowly fading. 

"I'm going up now," Miriam replied quickly. "I just wanted to be sure there 
was nothing you wanted." 

He glanced habitually at his watch. Nine-fifteen. He couldn't help his 
irritated expression. "Supposing some of the ladies just happened to stop by 
and see you this way? What would they think, Darling?" 

"I-I know... I'm sorry, Peter," she stammered, and he watched her eyes dart 
back and forth across his face in mild fear. 

Suddenly, he stood and took her into his arms, the pressure points of her 
ripe, firm young body against his own instigating wild sensations to course 
rapidly through him. 

"Oh... Peter, Peter," she whispered passionately, her fingers digging into 
the flesh of his back as she clung to him. "Don't be angry with me, my 
darling... please don't... please... " 

"There, there now... " He had to force her away, hold her off else she would 
immediately detect the lascivious stirrings of his uncontrollable member 
"It's all right, Honey. I'm not angry... but... but can you forgive me?" 

"Forgive you...?" Her eyes widened questionably. "For what, Darling?" 

"I slapped you... remember?" Again, her lovely eyes searched his as she 
clung to the muscles of his arms and he stood with his hands locked behind 
her waist. "Did you?" she said, her entrancing eyes beginning to dance 
mischievously. "And did I have it coming?" 

"I-I'm sorry," Peter managed, hardly realizing what he was saying, his brain 
once again alive with its Cyprian desires. "Look... you go ahead and get 
dressed... I've got work here to finish... Go ahead now... " 

Reluctantly, she slowly let loose of him, and momentarily, he thought he saw 
a tear puddle at the comers of her lovely eyes, but, of course, that 
couldn't be so... his own tired eyes were playing tricks on him... and then, 
she was gone. 

He dropped back into his chair, his brain uncertain in its directions... 
hobbling... floundering in the gross, impure madness swirling throughout his 
being. Heavenly Christ! He's gone beyond human endurance! After all, he was 
only a mere man! Delilah... Delilah...! Damn you, you bitch, Sara Dexter! 
Tonight...! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Oh God, Eli... mercy! Mercy!" exclaimed the ravishing brunette as the huge 
man caught hold of her waist and bounced her up and down, his lewd little, 
colorless eyes devouring the jouncing motions of her full, naked, firm 
breasts, and her gasping, open mouth each time he raised his hips to thrust 
his massive cock UD into her with vicious pleasure. 

"What's a matter, baby? You've taken in plenty before. That little cunt of 
your's shriveling up?" He snickered brutally, still lifting her up off his 
giant shaft, then driving her down upon it to hear her wince in pain. 

"I... Oh! I know, but I... Ohhh! I just got on, Darling... Please, Eh... My 
God, you're splitting me...!" 

Eli Baines chuckled pitilessly. He sat naked in his favorite chair, his feet 
on the ottoman, Sara Dexter with long, white, rounded legs astride and 
folded beneath her, straddling him and absorbing his massive prick in her 
unprepared vagina, her clothing thrown on the davenport across the room. It 
was her apartment in Mansion-House, the section he had given her and came to 
whenever he felt like it. 

"It's seven o'clock," he spat at her suddenly, lunging his hips upward and 
pulling her down onto his colossal instrument with a vengeance. 

"Agggghhhhh!" she cried loudly. "Oh God... I'm sorry, Darling... but I had 
to go to the village for groceries and the mail... " 

"You know I want to fuck on my second martini, lady," he growled at her. 
"Now... we don't let it happen again, do we?" 

"No,, Darling. I promise... my God, I promise!" Sara pleaded as the blunt, 
spongy head of his huge penis reamed up into her tight, unready vagina, 
scraping at the tender, sensitive walls and battering against her cervix 
painfully. 

Eli Baines laughed. As always, he was enjoying his subjugation of this 
entrancing woman. It intrigued him to know that he had her in such a 
position she could never afford to fail him. He had watched her, in a moment 
of panic, shoot her suspicious husband in the brain with a deer rifle, then, 
he had stood in court beside her to proclaim that was the way they had found 
him, the victim of a hunting accident. But now, even as he stared up at her, 
mercilessly driving his gigantic shaft up into her momentarily tight 
passage, he saw the masochistic little sparks of delight dancing in her 
devastating, coal-black eyes. She was truly revelling in her agony. 

He clutched at her supple waist and rammed once more, but her anxious, 
wincing moments had passed. Now, she merely smiled at him. 

"AH right, daddy," she tittered. "Now, I'm going to wear it away." 

"You bitch," he spat with a grin. She was a lusty woman, indeed, his own 
counterpart. 

She smiled at him beautifully as she clenched her buttocks tight and beg to 
ride up and down his long, thick rod, and he could feel the lubricating 
fluids from the walls of her vagina soak his cock warmly as she now 
swallowed up every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action that drew 
at the lining of his balls. Cruelly, he clutched at her brown-nipple 
hardened breasts, the soft vibrant flesh squeezing between his fingers like 
bread dough as she plunged her full, round white buttocks up and down 
furiously, her now excited cunt endeavoring to ingest... even devour him. 

Christ, she was a machine, he thought! 

"Look... I'm sick of waiting for you to get to the most holy reverend," he 
snapped at her, while he watched his proud cock push and pull at the pink, 
ragged lips of the hair-lined pussy between her straddling legs, the tiny 
coral flanges of its inner lips clasping hungrily around the glistening 
shaft as it disappeared deep up the salacious clasping hole. "Ain't this 
choir night?" 

"Yes, Darling," she said, smiling, squirming, writhing her round buttocks on 
the down-stroke. 

"Then... godamnit, I want it to happen tonight." 

"Yes, Darling," she repeated, continuing the same action, and he could see 
her stomach muscles contract as she clutched at his prick skillfully. 

"On the floor, damn you," he said suddenly. "On your belly!" 

Sara's breath caught in her throat. Oh God, what now? She dare not refuse. 
She climbed from him and lowered herself onto all fours, her tongue-tip 
protruding between the two neat rows of her teeth. 

"Down," he ordered, and she dropped flat on her belly. 

Slowly, he came from the chair and knelt to stare lasciviously at the warm, 
voluptuous young body beneath him. He watched the round, soft moons of her 
buttocks arch and fall beneath his touch and felt the desire in his loins 
fanning into hot, liquid flame. He tried to think what more he wanted to say 
to her... but couldn't. 

Sara Dexter swallowed tightly. Her own position at his command was making 
her lose all control of her senses, and his hands were driving her crazy. 
Now, he was over her, behind her, and she lay beneath him, squirming with 
the excitement of his near magic touch, the fire suddenly blazing deep in 
her belly, stirred to greater and greater depths of captivating pleasure 
with every passing moment of the obscene teasing of his vile hands. 

She dropped her face into the nap of the carpeting and groaned into it to 
stifle the licentious throaty grunts of need emitting uncontrollably from 
between her now tightly clenched teeth. She had taken an oath, actually 
vowed that this night she would not let her body run away with her as it had 
done on so many other nights with him... and now there was less control than 
ever. When she lost her head this way he became absolutely fiendish... Oh 
God, his hands... his hands! Her buttocks ground wantonly beneath the 
caresses of those crude, but relentless hands, and she knew that he couldn't 
help but see the sudden urgency of tremors rippling sensuously across her 
flesh. 

She heard his goatish laugh. She couldn't see his face but assumed he was 
grinning... rubbery lipped... wet from the sight of her total surrender. 

God! She wanted him...! His huge wonderful cock...! A moment... "Oh my 
God... what are you doing to me?" she moaned as she felt his thick fingers 
slip up inside her vagina to taunt her gently. 

Eli Baines gleefully heard her whine down into the softness of the 
carpeting... her voice unreal... thick with desire and wantonness. 

"Ooooohh," she moaned again, twisting her desire contorted face to the side 
so that he could see the effect his teasing was having upon her. And then, 
he knew what she really expected. He chuckled to himself, for it was 
important to him never to let a woman anticipate him. this destroyed the 
ultimate pleasure of shock and subjugation... the surprise element. 

Sara, her buttocks churning involuntarily... yet, hungrily beneath him, 
fought with all her inner strength against the lewd, carnal urges now racing 
almost out of control through her tormented body... but... it wasn't 
enough... Oh... he's going to fuck me in the ass! she thought... Don't let 
it happen... God almighty, don't let it happen this way. It didn't! 

Instead, his thick middle finger surged with relentless force and depth into 
her vagina and she froze momentarily, until the sensations skyrocketed 
through her. 

"Oooooohhhh, do it to me... do it to me...!" she hissed back at him, 
forgetting all of her vows to resist and not be conquered by the lewd man's 
organ trying to wrench her head so that she could watch his sudden maddening 
hands working back there between her open thighs. 

"Do what?" he grinned down triumphantly at her lust contorted face as she 
looked helplessly and glassy-eyed back at the continued hardening of his 
cock. 

"Oh God... fuck me," she moaned, the words tumbling from her lips. "Puck me 
like a dirty animal!" 

Baines began to laugh. "Remember, you asked for it," He leered nastily down 
at her squirming back, a thin line of sweat beginning to form on his upper 
lip. "Put your ass up in the air, bitch," he commanded. 

She was still on her stomach and without hesitation she arched her hips 
higher, then felt his hands reaching for her to pull her to her knees. She 
dare not falter, but kept lifting herself until she was entirely raised 
before him high and open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs 
and wished he would hurry, but there was no way of making him come into her 
until he was ready. 

He probed tentatively at her with his gigantic penis, searching for the hot, 
moistness of her vagina, felt her buttocks clasping at his jerking cock as 
he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice past her anus, to 
the eager hair-lined opening that awaited him. 

Baines felt his massive prick brush across the softness of her pubic hair 
and finally reach the pulsating lips of her vagina. He was playing a game. 
His caresses had aroused her to the point where the flowing juices inside 
her had completely lubricated her with a hot, slippery wetness that made it 
easy for him to worm his throbbing prick into the smooth tight gripping 
flesh between her legs. 

Sara groaned in pleasure as she felt him entering her. Oh God... ifs so big! 
So hot! 

"Ooohhh yes, yes! Shove it into me, Darling! All the way... all of it!" she 
cried, her voice choking in her passion. 

Eli Baines grinned lewdly, his lips curling wetly back to expose his 
yellowed teeth as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes... 
never hurrying, but leaning back and watching his thick, hardened cock 
moving in and out of her wide stretched vagina... watching the soft, pink 
flesh gripping him, clasping his rock-hard prick and pulsating against him. 
He sensed the muscles deep inside her passage flexing and constricting 
around his mighty shaft as he fucked deeper and deeper up inside her. 

Uuuunnnnhhhh," Sara choked through partially clenched teeth as the 
throbbing, massive cock rammed savagely into her. She knew the pain... 
wanted it, yet could not hold the tears of agonized pleasure back from her 
eyes. Her vaginal passage was on fire, but she knew from experience with him 
that this would gradually pass once her cunt-walls grew accustomed to the 
giant invasion from this angle. 

Behind her, gasping and panting heavily with obscene delight, Eli rocked 
rhythmically in and out of the soft confines of her moist, clasping channel. 
Now, the pain was easing as the masochistic thrill of her helpless, debased 
position beneath him rippled through her. the ravishment of her cunt by this 
vile man who took her at will in whatever manner that pleased him at the 
moment, as a master might a slave, sent familiar waves of wicked pleasure 
coursing through her entire naked being. She groaned aloud and involuntarily 
began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously in tiny circles of rhythm to the 
long thick cock fucking into her mercilessly from behind. 

"Yes... yes... yessss," she moaned uncontrollably. 

On his knees, bent over her squirming body, Eli Baines gritted his teeth as 
he fucked in and out with long, hard lunges, his own heavy buttocks 
hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through 
him as he held her hips down in total subjection to his stone-hard cock 
skewering relentlessly, into her. He could feel the soft, fleshy ridges 
inside her giving way before the merciless onslaught of his pistoning prick. 

He squeezed her flesh in his hands so that it grew up in thick ridges, 
small, bloodless, hillocks of her creamy-white flesh embossed on her lush, 
round buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, 
leaving angry red marks fringed with a white bloodless-ness on her skin. 
Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, 
unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, forcing groans from 
her tormented throat as she struggled uselessly beneath his mastery of her 
mind and body. 

He stretched the-quivering orbs of her buttocks wide with cruel fingers, 
watching the pink folds of wet glistening flesh clinging tightly around his 
rampaging cock. Suddenly, he levered forward on his knees, and with a loud 
grunt drove the plunging shaft to the very hilt; he could feel the fleshy 
resistance deep inside spread before the sensitive, engorged head of his 
prick, raising a soft, guttural sound from the depths of her chest, as 
though the breath had been driven from her. He knew she had been fucked this 
deep before because he had done so, but each time it was as if he had 
entered a virginal passage, and he would worm the head around deep inside, 
enlargening the depths of her channel and feeling its clasping muscles 
gripping his rigid staff like warm slippery elastic. As always, the soft 
enveloping tightness sent a tingle of delight surging through his balls, and 
his prick, encased in the warm, clasping sheath, pulsated with lewd 
pleasure. 

Sara's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her 
thighs wider, moving her feet apart, thrusting her buttocks even higher back 
against his plunging cock. Now, with each battering stroke she felt with 
obscene delight his sperm bloated balls slapping against the palpitating, 
erect bud of her clitoris, while the thick, curled, pubic hair around the 
base of his prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft, inner edges of her 
ass. She rested in such a position that her breasts were squashed against 
the carpet, its rough nap erotically taunting her pebble-hard nipples. She 
mewled with ecstasy as she felt the burrowing shaft behind her embed its 
massive full length inside her. Its smooth, spongy head brushed against the 
flat hardness of ser cervix, probing deep, deep where no one else, even her 
husband, had ever reached before. Long forgotten was any humiliation of 
bending like a slave before him while he fucked into her from behind, 
exuding his lust into her hungry, open crotch. As ever, only the obscene 
pleasure surging through her like a tongue of fire was all that mattered. 
She wanted to be fucked like this, had to be subjected to every lewd demand 
he could think of to satisfy her lust-wracked body. 

"Bitch! Can you feel me deep in your belly?" Eli Baines spat at her hoarsely 
as the wild pressure commenced to mount rapidly in his balls. "Ooooh God, 
yes! It's good... good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, damn 
you... make me scream!" she wailed back at him. 

He stretched the crevice of her ass even wider and caught at her anus with 
his fingers, jabbing thickly into it as his prick bulged and battered into 
her throbbing cunt. He heard her little scream, her gasping pain of ecstasy 
as he plunged his finger to the very palm of his huge hand. He could tell 
she was near completion now as she gurgled beneath him, skewering herself 
back onto his rampant cock and pummeling finger insanely, the choking sound 
coming from deep in her throat as though he could not govern it. He knew she 
was near and se continued his merciless thrusting with all of his strength. 

"Oooohhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard... hard! Haaarrrrddddd!" she chanted, 
mumbling all of the obscene words that came to her mind spurring him on with 
her wanton back-thrusts. Wildly, she tossed her head from side to side, her 
long black hair an entangled mass as her eyes rolled frantically in her 
head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near. 

"Oh Christ...! I'm going to CUM!" she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping 
wide in ecstatic abandon. "Yes... yesssss... NOW! NNNOOOWWWW!" 

The huge man listened to her mumble on incoherently as he increased the 
rapidity of his brutal stroke, until the garbled noises coming from her 
throat were a mass of unintelligible, meaningless sounds. She heaved back 
her wide-spread buttocks and he tore loose his finger from her asshole 
making a lewd, hissing sound as he clutched savagely at her thighs once more 
and her stretched, pink vaginal slit was presented up to him for assault and 
use as he willed. He dug his fingers into her soft, white flesh cruelly as 
her buttocks squirmed and writhed in a wild uninhibited dance of abandon 
bliss. Her mouth hung wide open, the cords in her neck straining... and 
then, a low, weird scream suddenly wailed out of her, building slowly into a 
crescendo above the tempoed colliding of hot flesh slapping lewdly against 
hot flesh. 

She held her breath for an interminable moment... then, expelled it as 
though struck in the belly with a mighty fist, her body collapsing on the 
floor beneath him, pulling free of his tortured prick, her thighs, buttocks, 
and the wet, pink open slit of her cunt quivering uncontrollably as she lay 
exhausted in the throes of her frenzied orgasm. 

Eli Baines lay back, spreading his hairy thighs, his head resting against 
the front of the chair to give it a lifted, observing position. He waited, 
allowing her to rest a moment as always, pleased that he had educated her in 
the art of satisfying him properly. His own wife had been a complete 
failure; it had been the happiest day of his life when the police had come 
to tell him she had driven her car into a tree and broken her neck... 
purposely, he knew... and good riddance. Then, there had been others, of 
course, but none as young, voluptuous and lusty as this bitch who had tried 
to murder her husband when the fool had caught her in bed with him, Eli 
Baines, right here in this very house... and while the two of them had 
struggled, she had picked up her husband's deer-rifle and fired. 

It hadn't been easy getting his body out of the house and carrying him into 
the woods, only to learn he was still alive, and in a panic she had run off 
for help while he had dropped him there to bleed and came back to the house 
and clean up, eliminating all traces of the blood in the house and on 
himself. In the end, it had been only his word, his position in Nineveh-Bend 
that had made her story hold water. He'd saved her, and he never let her 
forget it... but he might, he thought, chuckling to himself quietly, once he 
got his hands on the Mrs. Reverend... God, he was going to fuck that young 
preacher's wife like she never dreamed possible. 

But she wanted both of them... that bastard preacher husband of hers as 
well. Damn his fire-and-brimstone soul! He'd cost him a pretty profit on 
that worthless parcel of land... and he was going to pay for that... just as 
his prim-and-proper lush blonde bitch of a wife was going to pay. God, what 
a body she had! He could just imagine it stripped... lying here before him 
the way this whore was right now. He chuckled to himself once more. They all 
paid eventually to Eli Baines... because he was a patient man... he could 
wait... but not any longer for release of his throbbing cock of his... 

"All right," he growled. "You've had your five. Time for act two, lady." 

Sara stirred, moving her head to look over at him and smile. "God, that was 
nice, Darling," she managed, sighing heavily. "How do you hold off so long?" 

He grinned proudly. "Willpower, baby. Willpower and experience." 

Lazily, she sat up, her dreamy, dark-eyes fastening on his still gigantic, 
upthrust rod of tense flesh and the great sac that hung beneath it amidst 
the mass of greying, pubic hair. In her young lifetime of men-and she'd 
known a few before Eli... before Luke Dexter in her twenty-seven-years-she 
had never imagined there could be such a man as this... so masculine, ugly, 
brutal... yet, so virile and fulfilling... God, she loved him... or hated... 
she was not certain which...! 

"Would you like another martini first, Darling?" 

"Yeah... make it a double." 

She hopped up and went to the portable bar, quickly blending with only the 
faintest trace of vermouth as he liked them, and as she worked her eyes 
caught a glimpse of a movement outside the window through the inch or so 
separation of the drapes. Luke. The stupid imbecile. She had seen him 
several times peering through the windows, watching them at their 
love-making, but too far gone mentally to know what was going on. Suddenly, 
she smiled to herself. Maybe, watching them, she mused, would stimulate him 
and he would go down to the bam and shove that huge cock of his into the ass 
of the calf, the way she'd caught him the other, day. Cripes, she'd nearly 
died laughing... 

"Come on, come on," Eli growled. "This goddamned thing isn't going to go 
down 'till you suck the life out of it" Sara laughed as she carried him his 
drink and knelt beside him. "I hope not," she said, cutely kissing him on 
the forehead. She wasn't pleased that he wanted to fuck Miriam Sheldon, but 
knew better than to air her jealousy. There'd been others she'd helped him 
seduce and nothing had come of them, nor would anything come of this 
stuck-up, blonde bitch. She slid down beside him and reached for his great 
cock in utter fascination. It jerked as her fingers encircled as far as they 
could around it, and she commenced to stroke it lovingly, drawing the thick 
foreskin back away from the massive, purple head, her eyes hungrily noting 
the few drops of clear, white lubricating fluid that had oozed v from the 
split orifice at its tip. 

A tingle ran through her at the sight of the droplets and quickly she 
scurried between his legs, dropping her head to lash out with her tongue and 
lick them away. He groaned as she began to stroking him, sliding the loose 
thick flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that he had taught her. He 
gulped away his martini and sat the glass away from him as he watched her 
rise to her knees and hover over him on all fours, her face mere inches 
above the throbbing moist head of his cock. She held it tightly now, between 
both hands, stroking it with the soft, warm flat of her palms in a 
tantalizing up and down motion that caused his loins to almost mechanically 
and without conscious thought to undulate in time to the maddening cadence. 

Her head dropped slowly, teasingly, toward the hardness of his shaft and 
then her tongue flicked forward, the tip once more boring sensuously into 
the wetness of the tiny split of its smooth, rubbery head. He sucked his 
breath in from the sensation, chills rippling along his spine, another groan 
escaping him as she set his sperm-wells into production once more. She 
lowered her mouth down completely, enclosing the whole of the pulsating, 
sensitive head in a warm, moist pressure. Her lips tightened as might an 
elastic band beneath the corona of its head, absorbing, engulfing, trapping 
it entirely within the warm, wet, cavern of her mouth. 

"Damn!" he grunted, gaping down at her bloatedly contorted mouth. The mere 
sight of his rigid stem of flesh captured beyond her ovaled lips, as always, 
increased the sensation a thousand-fold. Christ, it was still wet from the 
juices of her orgasm and glistened like an icy telephone-pole on a winter's 
night along that part she had not yet sucked into her soft, moist lips. Now, 
she was massaging and tenderly caressing the velvety, resilient skin of his 
balls with one hand and stroking the base of his prick between thumb and 
forefinger of the other as she began to suck up and down with a lewd, hungry 
rhythm. He sensed the softness of her tongue twirling excitingly around it 
at the apex of the withdrawal, her tongue-tip teasing erotically over the 
tiny opening at its crest. He flexed his buttocks involuntarily, his head 
still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below his 
heavy torso, and the sight of her labor made it all the more exciting for 
him. 

Maybe, he'd buy her a new car... or something. She was a worthwhile wench. 
Now, if she could only seduce the reverend... and the Mrs. came tonight the 
way he expected her... Goddamn her, she better show tonight, or else...! 

Sara felt the flexing of his muscles, the reaction of his huge body as she 
taunted this plexus that could peak her own pleasures beyond belief. Now, 
she began to suck his great prick a little harder, the edges of her small, 
white teeth gouging gently into the tensed muscled flesh, leaving tiny white 
paths where the blood had been scraped momentarily away from beneath the 
surface of the sensitive skin. 

She was crouched low on all fours between his thighs and she slid her hands 
beneath his buttocks, cupping them into her small palms, drawing his loins 
up closer to her face. Her tongue lashed furiously in a circling motion 
about the still expanding glan, until Baines felt it reaching the exploding 
point, as suddenly, she managed to take nearly all of the long, thick cock 
deep into her mouth... even into her throat as he had forcibly taught her. 
He waited for her to choke, but she had progressed beyond that point and 
continued the maddening sucking on and on. 

He stared at her in near disbelief, the length of his mighty instrument 
almost completely engorged in her mouth and throat, Goddamn! If he could get 
that blonde bitch this way! He'd ram her tonsils! He'd fill her belly with 
his load! She could scream for mercy but he'd bloat her goddamned insides 
with his sperm until she would think she was going to burst! 

Now, great whirlpools of sensation were building deep, deep in his balls as 
he stared at her face working above his sweating loins. He saw little 
rivulets of perspiration running in thin drops from the sides of her 
luscious body as she strained over him like any whore fulfilling her price. 
The muscles of his belly, chest and loins tightened until he began to worry, 
as ever, over a heart seizure. Yet, he arched his back, shoving his 
pulsating rod even further between her moist, wildly sucking lips, and thin, 
pink ridges of flesh pulled from her mouth as it clung voraciously to his 
thrusting cock, driving him on. 

He stiffened and began to groan, over and over again, his own mouth 
maneuvering crazily with incoherent babbles spluttering from between his 
clenched teeth. And then... it was there! He gasped! The time was now, and a 
vile, guttural sound started from somewhere in the depths of his entrails as 
he felt the hot, sticky sperm begin its insane rush from the vast reservoir 
of his balls and begin squirting in hot, pressured streams into her warm, 
sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed as she hungrily swallowed 
the teeming, flooding gushes emitting from him to keep from choking. She 
continued to suck wildly as he watched and emptied the white, seething sperm 
into her mouth. Cruelly, his hands tangled into her long, dark-hair and she 
moaned expectantly at his move as he held her head slavelike to the 
convulsions of his pumping loins, and he rammed his spewing cock all the way 
to her tonsils and beyond. She coughed sporadically while she swallowed to 
regain her breathing. Then, he grunted out his last spurts... alas, in final 
fulfillment, and slowly, his monstrous prick deflated in her mouth, even as 
she continued her gentle sucking, drawing each and every last drop of his 
warm, sticky sperm from his limp and battered cock. 

When she had sucked and licked him dry to his satisfaction, Eli Baines let 
free of her hair and pushed her away. 

"Was it nice, Darling?" she looked up at him and questioned as he arose and 
fell back into his chair. 

"Satisfactory," he grunted. "Nothing spectacular." 

She had begun a smile, but it faded. "I-I tried very hard to please you... " 

Once more, he grunted as he made himself nakedly comfortable in the chair. 
He studied her and spontaneously, she brought up the back of her hand and 
slowly wiped away a string of his sperm that had dribbled to her chin. She 
was good, he thought, goddamned good. He said: "You want to please me, get 
out and get that fire-and-brimstone bastard here tonight... in the sack, you 
hear?" 

"I-I hear." 

"I want his ass nailed to a tree." 

"I know, Darling. It will be." 

She nodded from where she sat, spent and naked, "Tonight!" 

upon the floor in front of him, her full breasts jouncing slightly with the 
effort. "I promise, my love," she said. "Tonight, it'll be... " 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Miriam had cleaned house, washed windows, even backed the car from the 
garage and hosed it off in an effort to keep her mind occupied, and the 
dreaded thought of the visit she must pay Eli Baines from making a total, 
nervous wreck of her. Accordingly, the result had been somewhat worth while, 
for she'd convinced herself that the man had little choice but to grant her 
an extension of time. After all, he did have the security of the brooch in 
his possession, and it was not as if she intended to cheat him in any way. 
Surely, he realized that. She was going to stretch the truth and tell him 
her mother was sending her the cash, but it would probably be another ten 
days or so 

"What're you doing, Honey?" Peter asked, coming down the steps of the front 
porch toward her, smiling tightly, his hands on his hips, his inevitable 
white shirt, black tie combination accentuating his youthful handsomeness. 

"Thought I'd rinse off the car," she said, smiling back at him, immediately 
conscious of her bare feet and legs, the old pair of worn-thin levis she had 
cut the legs from to make some rather short, shorts for working around the 
house in, and the-she supposed-too skimpy halter she'd slipped on because of 
the mugginess of the weather. 

He cleared his throat meaningfully as he approached, and Miriam read the 
irritation in his expression. He said: "I think you're wasting your time... 
It's going to rain." 

She looked up at the leaden-grey, overcast skies. Truly, she hadn't noticed. 
Her mind had been too preoccupied. She laughed. "It'll certainly rain now 
that I've washed it." 

Peter cleared his throat once more. "Miriam... I-I wish you wouldn't come 
outside dressed... like that." He ran his tongue tip over his thin lips, his 
controlled agitation obvious to her. "It... it's just not befitting a 
preacher's wife, Darling, to... to go around... half undressed.." 

"But I'm not half undressed!" she snapped back at him, unable to hold back 
her resentment of his constant bickering at her moral standards. And then, 
the tears came and she threw down the still turned-on hose and ran into the 
house. 

"Damn!" Peter blurted aloud to himself, walking over to shut off the water 
and feeling the first drops of rain. Why was it he kept seeing this 
wantonness in her? And why did she have to go on taunting him with her 
flesh? It wasn't as if she hadn't had a good Christian upbringing... didn't 
know right from wrong... Certainly, she had to be aware that running around 
half naked was a reflection on him and his position... Or, was he once again 
venting the guilt of his own intended evil this night to come, by accusing 
her of some wrong doing? Damn! Damn! Damn! 

He found her in their bedroom, lying across the bed, face down. He eased 
down beside her and slowly, gently, rolled her over. Her eyes were closed, 
swollen a little, but she'd stopped crying. 

"Baby... I'm sorry," he said, bending down and kissing her lips tenderly. 

Automatically, Miriam's arms slipped up around his neck, drawing him down 
upon her until her firm, full breasts pressed against his chest, the thin 
fabric separating their flesh unable to hide the hardness of her nipples as 
they dug into him. She kissed him warmly with partially open mouth, her lips 
moist and hotly suggestive to him. 

"Oh, Peter, Peter... " she breathed heavily, sweetly, torridly into his 
face. "Darling... I love you... please... please... " 

He didn't let her finish... couldn't, else, as sure as there was a God in 
heaven, he would have succumbed to his lust haunted body and dragged her 
down into the dregs of sin with him right then and there. Instead, he gently 
freed himself from her arms and sat up. He smiled and said: "Told you it was 
going to rain." 

Miriam bit at her lower lip, clenching her small hands into fists, then 
slowly returning his smile. "Next time, I'll ask you before I wash the car." 

He chucked her under the chin playfully. "From now on, I'll wash the car," 
he said. "You take care of the more delicate chores." 

"Like chopping the wood and tilling the fields?" 

"Sure... the woman's work," he said, grinning and getting up from the bed. 

Miriam raised to a sitting position. "Is it raining hard?" 

"Not yet, but it will." 

"And I have to go out in it," she said, not looking at him. 

"You do? Out where?" 

"Oh, several of us ladies of the Benevolent Society are paying a visit to 
Ivy Emory," Miriam lied with certain nonchalance, as she got to her feet and 
went to her vanity, taking up her brush and running it through her long, 
silky, blonde hair. "You know, she's had a pretty difficult time of it since 
her husband passed away, and we girls have voted to see if there's anything 
we can do to help." 

"Well... that's fine," Peter replied, watching her graceful movements 
hungrily. "I-I have choir practice tonight, you know... " 

"Yes... I thought I could drop you off at the church and pick you up after. 
What time will you be finished?" 

He'd walked to the doorway. Now, he paused, half turning. "I'm not sure. We 
might be a little late tonight. Why... why don't you just drop me off and if 
it's still raining after, I'll ask one of the people to drive me home. I'm 
sure they won't mind." 

That was better, Miriam thought. She didn't know how long her mission would 
take with Eli Baines, but she wanted to be certain she had enough time. Once 
more, a shudder passed over her body at the thought of the task. She said: 
"All right... as long's you're sure you can get a ride home. I... I might be 
a bit late myself... " 

* * * 

By evening, the shower had developed into a full-fledged electric storm, and 
Miriam approached the eerie entrance way to Mansion House huddled in a 
raincoat and bent forward into the driving rain. Eli Baines, himself, 
answered the door, a lounging robe wrapped about his huge frame, the trace 
of a smile spreading his thick lips and baring his yellowed teeth in 
greeting. 

"Well... Mrs. Reverend. 'Been expecting you. Come in." 

Miriam hesitated, watching the big man step back inside to hold the door 
wide for her, his smile causing a cold chill to creep along her spine. 
Finally, she moved across the threshold and he closed the door behind her 
with an abrupt thud. 

"Nasty night," he said, still smiling. 

"Y-Yes, it is... Mr. Baines... I-I haven't got the money," Miriam gushed, 
not wanting to prolong the situation one more moment. She stood with her 
hands shoved deeply into her wet, coat pockets, the plastic rain piece she 
wore over her head and tied beneath her chin giving her an enticing, little 
girlish look she was not aware of. 

"Ohhh...?" Eh Baines allowed his smile to disappear. "Well... better come 
with me," he ordered, turning and leading the way along the dark hall. 

Miriam, again hesitant, fell reluctantly in behind him and was taken into a 
large, pleasantly furnished room where a fire burned in the Dutch tiled 
fireplace. Eli Baines lowered himself into a comfortable, overstuffed chair 
and pointed toward a davenport where Miriam eased herself down onto its 
cushioned edge. 

"I-I'm terribly sorry," she began once more, "but things haven't worked out 
quite the way I expected them to. However, if you'll give me another thirty 
days I'm sure I'll have it for you, Mr. Baines." 

The big man nodded his huge head. "You like a drink, Mrs. Reverend... maybe 
to warm you up?" 

"No, thank you," she replied quickly, feeling his offer to be just a bit out 
of line. After all, she was a minister's wife... 

"So... you can't meet the note, eh?" he said in his rough, guttural tones. 
"Well... And you want a renewal... Thirty days more, you say... What makes 
you think you can pay me then?" 

"I-I'm sure I can. You see, I have this money coming from my mother... " 

"You do, eh? What about the interest? Can you pay that?" 

"The... the interest?" 

"Yeah," he grunted. "Can you pay the interest? You do that and I'll think 
about renewing the note. Otherwise... I don't see how I can accommodate you, 
Mrs. Reverend." 

A mild wave of panic welled up in her belly to spread quickly through her. 
Miriam swallowed with difficulty. She stared into his ugly, scarred face and 
once again saw the lecherous gleam in his blanched, hueless eyes as they 
shamelessly and without disguise stripped the clothing from her. 
Unconsciously, she drew her coat tighter about her and said: "The 
interest... it's as much as the principal... and I don't have it right now. 
But... but I assure you, Mr. Baines, my mother is sending me enough to take 
care of the whole thing... " 

"Twelve-hundred dollars?" he said. 

She stared at him. "T-Twelve-hundred... What do you mean?" 

Baines shrugged. "You borrowed three, you pay back six in thirty days. Now, 
you tell me you can't pay and want another thirty days. That's six-hundred 
with interest... which makes twelve-hundred. Simple arithmetic, lady. 
Clear?" 

"My dear God!" Miriam exclaimed. "Y-You can't mean it! Why... why, that's 
outright robbery!" 

Baines grinned over at her. "You said that the last time, Mrs. Reverend, 
remember? I told you then... don't borrow, I said. Find another way. But you 
were insistent... and you signed the note. Now, lady... I've kept my part of 
the agreement... and I expect you to keep yours... one way or another." 

There was some underlying, odious meaning to his words, but Miriam in her 
present bewildered state couldn't grasp it. She said: "Please, Mr. Baines, I 
tell you my mother is sending me the money... " 

"And I repeat, twelve-hundred dollars?" 

"Yes, yes... all right, twelve-hundred!" Miriam agreed desperately. "She's 
sending me two-thousand," she lied. "I'll pay you the moment it arrives... I 
swear I will." 

The huge man shifted heavily in his chair. He grinned. "I'll consider it... 
providing I can talk to your mama and get her assurance the money's coming," 
he said, matter-of-factly. 

Miriam gaped at him. "But... my mother's in Connecticut... " 

"So... ? Call her and I'll talk to her;" She began by shaking her head, the 
frantic hopelessness of her situation suddenly beginning to completely 
overwhelm her. "N-No... no, I can't do that," she stammered at him. "You... 
you'll just have to accept my word for it." 

Eli Baines chuckled quietly. "Your word, eh... ? So... Lady, I don't see as 
how you leave me any choice." 

"What do you mean by that?" she shot at him anxiously. 

Again, he shrugged his great, heavy shoulders. "I'll just have to go to the 
Reverend... " 

"No!" 

"No?" 

"No, I said!" Miriam half-shouted, her hands trembling in her lap. "Listen 
to me... listen... Mr. Baines, don't you see... ? You can't go to Peter. 
He... he just wouldn't understand. My God! I don't know what it would do to 
him... to us. Please, you can't... I'll do anything... anything!" 

Eli Baines lay his head back against the chair. Miriam couldn't detect the 
evil smile that tugged at his mouth, but it was there, hidden by practiced 
restraint and the sly wickedness of a countenance bred in subterfuge. 
Finally, he presented his most trained, benign smile. He repeated her word: 
"Anything, my dear?" 

Miriam had dropped her eyes to her lap where her hands pulled nervously at 
one another. She hardly saw his finest, most tender, favoring expression, 
but heard his repetition of her emphatic pronoun "anything," clearly. She 
raised her eyes and witnessed the tail-end of his smile. 

"A-Anything... W-within reason," she murmured helplessly. 

"Hmmm, of course." He laughed. "So... undress then, Mrs. Reverend." 

At first, his words didn't register. They did, but she was certain she had 
misinterpreted them. 

"I... I beg your pardon?" 

"I said... undress. Take your clothes off. Strip!" he said, leering then, 
almost brutally. 

Miriam stared at him... this huge, ugly gargoyle of a human being who... 
who, somehow, had come to hold an upper-hand over her... was really and 
truly ordering her to strip naked...! A hundred, thousand, million thoughts 
were racing wildly through her brain! One tiny one explained that she was 
dreaming! Another screeched nightmare! They came and they went, these 
thoughts... holding up their placards for her mind's eye to read! She had to 
be completely enveloped in an utter, horrible conjuration of conscience! My 
God, it couldn't be true! It wasn't actually happening to her! Not really! 

"Well?" he said, and in his hand was the brooch Peter, her own dear husband 
had given her. He was tossing it up and catching it, a grin of some 
salacious nature stretching his rubbery lips wickedly. 

"Oh, my God," she heard herself groan. "You're... you're serious!" 

Nineveh-Bend's wealthiest citizen grinned lewdly. "Never more so, lady... 
You want a renewal of your note? Fine. You pay the interest... otherwise, I 
go to your husband with this brooch. You can't pay it in cash... then, you 
fuck it off! 

She listened to his statement, her mind reeling. But when he had spoke that 
final, filthy, decisive word, "FUCK," her senses had spiraled off onto 
another plain... and she felt the elasticity leaving her legs... 

* * * 

"Drink a little more," he was saying, and hypnotically she obeyed. 

Seemingly hours later the room slowly came back into focus. She was lying 
outstretched... on a davenport, her coat and plastic kerchief removed, and 
the - great hulk of Eli Baines was resting on the edge beside her. His huge 
hand held a glass from which she had drunk. The strong spirits caused her 
tongue to tingle and there was a mild, pleasant burning at the base of her 
stomach. Suddenly, she felt quite strong. 

"I-I fainted...?" she questioned as she sat up, drawing her bottom back 
beneath her. 

"Yeah, you went a little dizzy on me." 

I'm sorry... I'm terribly sorry. I... I don't know what hap... " She paused, 
as abruptly, pieces of muddled memories began to slowly fit together, then, 
she did remember. 

"Here " Eli Baines said, holding the glass to her lips. "Drink. It's 
brandy... it'll help." 

Miriam did... all of it. She clung to the back of the davenport for a 
moment, then swung her feet off to the floor. She said: "Did... did I 
understand you correctly, Mr. Baines?" 

He cleared his throat "I'm sure you did." 

"If... if I refuse to do what you ask... you'll go to Peter... my husband... 
and tell him everything?" 

Baines sighed. "That's about the size of it lady." 

Miriam shook her head slowly in disbelief. She stared at him, the first 
horror passed... still, she could not comprehend that he was serious, and 
yet looking at his licentious half-smile she knew that he had to be. 

"You're saying that nothing except money right now... or my giving of myself 
to you physically is going to satisfy this indebtedness I have to you?" she 
heard herself question, shocked at her own words, but dear God, she had to 
know...! 

Eli Baines chuckled lewdly. "You put it so refinedly, Mrs. Reverend. You 
almost make me feel like a lecher... but not quite." 

"You are a lecher, Mr. Baines!" she threw at him contemptuously. 

"Thanks," he leered. "That helps me make up my mind. Now, pay or strip, damn 
you! Otherwise, I go to your husband right now, this minute. No more 
goddamned nonsense!" 

He stood like a great, massive giant before her and for the first time she 
realized that he wore little or nothing beneath his dressing gown, and she 
could see the heavy stirring bulge in front, below his protruding belly. She 
knew then; he had meant his horrible words. Dear God, God, God in heaven! 
What does a girl do now? 

"I'm not fooling with you any longer, baby!" he barked at her. "Either you 
get off your ass and start shuckin' those clothes, or I go after that 
fire-and-brim-stone husband of yours..." 

"All right, all right, I heard you!" Miriam cried, biting into her lower lip 
until she tasted her own blood. My God, she was trapped! No where to turn! 
No one to help her! Just her alone and this monster...! Time... she needed 
time! Stall... "May... may I have another drink first?" 

Baines studied her for a moment, then he took up her glass and went to the 
bar, refilling it. He returned slowly. She sat at the end of the davenport, 
not fidgeting with her hands any longer, her beautiful face impassive, yet, 
aware of all that he had spoken, and suddenly for the first time, he knew 
that he had won... no matter what else was to come in between. He dropped 
down beside her heavily, handing her the drink. 

Miriam's entrails revolted at his nearness. She wanted to vomit She mumbled 
silent prayers as she sat there staring off at nothing. Dear God! Dear God! 
Dear God! Then, she raised the glass to her lips and drained its contents, 
the brandy burning at her throat and belly like raw, liquid fire, causing 
tears to dampen her eyes. At last, she looked up into the huge, scarred face 
of this ogre and he clutched her to him and kissed her. My God! She felt his 
lips repulsively hot and wet upon her own! The filthy monster! He kissed her 
again, his tongue, wet and thick, crashing into her mouth between her soft, 
tender lips, brushing and exploring madly around the inside, and suddenly 
she was almost overwhelmed by the odor of his sweat mixed with cheap cologne 
and the unbelievable, overpowering bulk of his great body. But then, too, 
came a spontaneous, unwanted and unfathomable tingling sensation that seemed 
to course through her whole being! Satan! Oh dear Jesus! Have mercy upon me, 
a sinner! 

"You want another drink?" she heard him ask as he eased from her, releasing 
her once more. 

"Y-Yes... yes. I'd like that," she managed, the first effects of the alcohol 
beginning to make itself known as the stimulant raced wildly through her 
blood stream. Surely, she was going to have to be numb beyond any reasoning 
whatsoever to carry through with this nightmare! 

He stood and went away, talking from the bar. "How old are you, Miriam?" 

Miriam... Miriam! He called her by her first name as if he had known her a 
lifetime. "I'm old enough to drink, if that bothers you," she replied 
sharply. 

She heard him laugh. God almighty, he was absolutely huge coming toward her, 
the little glass in his hand. Oh, Peter, Peter... what else can I do? I've 
got to protect you... our marriage... I love you, Peter, my darling... I... 

"This is absinthe. Kind of a lickerish taste. I think you'll like it," he 
was saying. 

"I-I'm not a drinker... Mr. Baines. I don't want to drink... unless you 
insist on doing this horrible thing to me... " 

"Rest assured, baby, I insist," he cut her short. 

"You're... you're going to rape me." 

"Rape?" he sneered. "What's rape? You know any of the statistics on that 
little word... rape?" 

"I'm a minister's wife. You know that too, Mr. Baines." 

He continued to sneer at her. "You're just a broad who borrowed money from 
me. You can't pay it back according to the agreement you signed. I could go 
to your husband and get it... either that, or make it goddamned hot in this 
town for both of you. These people would probably ride you out on a rail 
when I got finished, and that'd wash-up the Reverend from ever getting 
another church... " 

"Stop it! Stop... please!" 

"I loan money and I collect it, baby," he hissed emphatically. "That's all 
I'm interested in... except when it comes to you. You've got something I 
might settle for... that lovely little round ass of yours." 

"Oh, God, stop, please... You don't have to talk that way," Miriam pleaded, 
he face flushing at the vile reference to her body. 

Baines chuckled gleefully. "All the same, it's your decision, Honey. Now, 
you make it." 

Miriam groaned almost inaudibly. What choice did she have? She thought of 
Peter at that very moment in the church with his choir. He was so proud... 
his very own church - Lord, she had done all things contrary to the 
expected, sedate helpmate of a preacher. She had, in the short time she had 
known him, come as close to destroying him as possible, but now she must 
save him... even at the cost of her own self. Her angel, darling, Peter! She 
loved him so very, very much... tried to make him know and understand... And 
now, here she sat, compromised to the fullest extent. Perform, the monster 
was saying! Perform, or else I will annihilate your darling husband... and 
truly, dear God, what else mattered except her Peter... ? 

Again, she lifted her glass, emptying it and holding it out to him once 
more. 

"Another?" he grinned. 

"Yes." 

He came close and took her glass. "They say that absinthe lasts the longest 
of all aphrodisiacs... the effects, I mean," he said down to her. 

"Aphrodisiac?" 

"Yeah... sure. That's what you're drinking, sweetheart." 

Oh, God...! There must be another way. Please? Please, help me? Must I give 
myself to this brute like some... some common slut? she thought desperately, 
even as the first prurient agitations began to salaciously taunt her loins 
and she realized that she was rubbing her buttocks down into the cushion of 
the davenport in search of relief. Let me go home to my Peter let me give my 
love to him... ? 

Eli Baines returned with her drink and caught at her hand, pulling her 
gently to her feet. "Come on," he whispered. "Back where it's more 
comfortable... " He slipped his arm about her slender waist drawing her 
tightly against him as they walked. 

Once more, the gentle touch of his hand set off erotic sensations that 
rippled through her excitedly. Oh God! Oh Christ! What was happening to her? 
She was going willingly... almost anticipating with pleasure whatever was to 
come! 

* * * 

By the time they had reached the room where he was taking her, Miriam found 
that she was so emotionally upset from the drinks she had rapidly gulped 
down, and the horrible entrapment she had blindly allowed herself to stumble 
into, that she hardly knew where she was going or what she was doing. It was 
not until she saw the bed and heard the door closed and locked behind her 
that she suddenly realized the full hopelessness of her situation, and the 
vile, repulsive idea of another man making love to her practically caused 
her to scream. Somehow, she had to get out of there! Away from this monster 
and the mess she had gotten herself into before it was too late! 

She spun about and ran to the door, pulling at the knob with every bit of 
strength she could muster... but it wouldn't give. It was locked! 

Eli Baines snickered from his position behind her, watching her useless 
struggles, until at last, she fell against the barrier and began to sob... 
helplessly. 

"Please... oh, please, Mr. Baines... don't do this awful thing to me. I 
swear... I'll pay you every dime. I'll even give you the entire two-thousand 
dollars my mother is sending me... " 

"No good, Mrs. Reverend," he hissed, a cold, cruel grin stretching his thick 
lips. "I believe in that old adage, 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the 
bush'." He chuckled lewdly. "And speaking of bushes, let's see what the one 
covering that little cunt of yours is like." 

"Oh, please... please... don't say those filthy things," Miriam pleaded, 
even as once more at the sound of his lewd words the strange, exciting 
sensations trickled through her. 

"Honey, that's the trouble with you misguided do-gooders," he spat at her. 
"You're afraid to call a cunt a cunt, or that thing that hangs between a 
man's legs a cock. And baby, believe me, that's all there is, 'cause when 
you put them both together you've got the best thing in life you an get... a 
good fuck. And that's what you're going to get, sweetheart... because I'm 
going to fuck you and fuck you good!" 

Miriam could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe 
the things... the filth he was spewing at her. God in heaven, how could such 
a foul, obscene beast dare stand there and speak to her like this? He was a 
loathsome monster! 

"All right, baby. I've waited long enough. The time's come. Strip, damn you! 
I want to get my hands on those hot little titties of yours... and I mean 
now!" 

Miriam slammed herself back against the door, as if she were trying to melt 
into it, and then she saw him untie the belt of his robe, open it, and shake 
it off to the floor. Lord God! She wanted to clutch her eyes shut to shield 
off the repulsive horror of his gross, nude body exposed before her, but she 
feared that he might lunge at her and instead, she stared at him in 
repugnant awe. Her eyes gaped sickeningly at his white, sagging, hairy flesh 
and his thick, hard shaft spearing out from beneath the overhang of his 
swollen stomach. He grinned at her, and as she watched, he began 
manipulating the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin of the blunt, massive thing, 
back and forth over its huge, lust-hardened head. 

"Fascinate you, baby?" he said, grinning, delighting in this brutal torment 
he was forcibly subjecting her to. 

Still, she stared at him, but in utter disbelief. New little fires of 
brutality she had not before seen had begun to dance in his dull, leaden 
eyes. He was foul... foul! 

"Please... " she whimpered feebly. 

Baines laughed with obscene relish, "You husband, the most holy 
fire-and-brimstone Reverend got a cock like this one, sweetheart?" he leered 
tormentively, enjoying the horrified, contorted expressions of sheer 
apprehension flashing across her beautiful face and nearly paralyzing her. 

Miriam tried to speak, but couldn't. She was petrified, as if glued to the 
door, her mind reeling once more as she watched this filthy brute stroke 
himself shamelessly before her. Yet, even as he gaped in her mesmerised 
state, she could hardly believe the size of the immense, fleshy instrument 
he held in his hand. 

It was overwhelmingly long and thick! Mother of God! How could any woman 
ever endure such a thing entering her? It would surely split her apart! 

Baines couldn't remember when he had enjoyed anything so much. Her gorgeous 
helpless eyes were fastened on his growing cock as if they'd been riveted 
there. He read the fear in them and knew what she was thinking. Suddenly, he 
guffawed loudly... and started toward her. 

"Don't! D-Don't come near me!" Miriam blurted, scraping her long nails 
against the grain of the door behind her. Oh God, there's no way out! He's 
going to rape me with that horrendous thing... no matter what I say or how I 
plead! Oh Lord, it'll kill me...! 

"I told you, bitch, I've waited long enough. Either you shed 'em... or I'll 
do it for you!" 

Through alcohol-glazed eyes, Miriam continued to stare at him, standing, 
still frozen against the door, all hope gradually draining from her. How 
could she fight such a huge monster? She was defenseless, alone... 
completely at his mercy to do with as he pleased. 

Suddenly, he reached out and caught hold of her in his giant hand, jerking 
her to him and enfolding her like a child inside his powerful arms. He 
clutched her face viselike in one hand and clamped his wet mouth down onto 
her own, once more plunging his tongue deep into the warm, moist cavern 
between her lips, until for a moment she feared she would choke on it. She 
stood helplessly against him, feeling the hardness of his thick member 
gouging into the tender softness of her belly. Then, one last trace of fight 
came alive inside her, but she put it aside, realizing the futility of the 
move as his strong fingers dug into the flesh of her face and arm. 

"Unnhhh, that's better," he grunted into her mouth hotly. "You're coming 
along now. In a little while I think you'll be ready to fuck." 

Miriam winced at the sound of the foul word as well as the thought it 
implied, and then she was aware of hands moving over her body toward the 
strategic zipper in the back of her dress. He was not gentle as he tugged it 
downward to the tops of her buttocks, letting the cool air rush in to brush 
against her trembling skin. Then, he pawed it from her shoulders, helping it 
slip down over the full contours of her breasts and hips, his breathing 
increasing in heavy rasps against her face. Her own breath caught in her 
throat as next, he fumbled with the fasteners of her bra, until it too fell 
away and she heard him gulp heavily in lusty appreciation as he dropped it 
to the floor and her full, sensuous breasts were unleashed nakedly before 
him. 

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, as she clenched her eyes tightly shut and his 
rough, giant hands cupped and squeezed them ruthlessly, until he had worked 
the throbbing pink nipples into berrylike hardness. "Damn! You're a luscious 
bitch, baby... a luscious bitch!" 

Desperately, Miriam fought at the sensations his crude hands had perversely 
aroused within her. She could not understand this weakness that would let 
her feel the tiniest minute pleasure at this loathsome creature's touch. And 
then... he had dropped to his knees before her, his hot, vulgar breath 
against her naked stomach, and she reeled above him as she felt him tug away 
at her half-slip, then felt his hands caressing her thighs, softly, slowly, 
his raspy breathing the only sound in the room. Oh God! Oh God! His fingers 
slid inside the waistband of her nylon panties, pulling them slowly down 
over the soft swell of her round, full buttocks, and down the white, ivory 
columns of her long well tapered legs. 

Then, suddenly, she was naked! 

It was done! She was stripped and stood before him completely nude, like 
some common whore... and he on his knees panting lustfully before her. What 
now? Pray God? What now? A shock of revulsion soared through her as she felt 
his thick, wet lips come in contact with the cringing flesh of her belly, 
yet, once again, the act sent an uncontrollable chill of excitement whirling 
madly through her tortured brain and she was forced to reach down and grab 
his head to keep from losing her balance. 

Eli Baines mistook her action for the surrender he knew was bound to come, 
and abruptly he lowered his goal, letting his lips play in the soft golden 
curls of her pubic hair, while his thumbs teasingly spread the tender, 
sensitive outer lips of her cunt sensuously apart and his tongue shot into 
her moist, pink slit in furious exploration. 

Miriam cried out, her body convulsing at the sudden, shocking touch of his 
tongue tip with the tiny bud of her almost virginal clitoris, and she 
stumbled backwards, the bed catching and breaking her fall. But she had 
landed with her legs splayed wide apart and Eli Baines plunged forward to 
take advantage of her position, as desperately she kicked to draw her thighs 
together. But, he clamped the palms of his sweating hands against the soft 
insides of the smooth white columns and held her just as she had fallen. 

Now, her eyes were open in utter terror and disbelief and she raised her 
head to see him haunched on all fours between her wide-spread thighs; he 
looked up at her to see that she stared at him between her full, erect 
breasts; he grinned, his yellowish teeth glaring at her, like some mad, wild 
monster about to suck the life from it's defenseless quarry. Before him, lay 
a feast, offered up to him on the golden tray of her still near-chaste 
loins, the pink, dewy flesh of her naked vagina causing the saliva to 
dribble along his lust-filled tongue. He felt the rigidity of her body as 
she seemed to try to burrow into the mattress and he wondered if her 
humiliation was yet complete. He hoped not. There was much more to come! And 
then, while she watched, he let his tongue slowly circle his lips, as if in 
nervous preparation for the defilement about to take place. 

He lay the palms of his hands high on the insides of her thighs right at 
their juncture point, so that with his thumbs he could manipulate the soft, 
velvety lips of her hair lined cunt. Then, slowly, almost torturously, he 
spread the ragged, pink flanges open to him, until its jeweled, flushed 
delicacy Jay exposed completely to the mercy of his lust-inflamed eyes. He 
drank of it greedily for a long moment, its almost virginal beauty 
delighting him, until he could no longer endure the abstinence and he 
lowered his head, thrusting the full length of his wet, salacious tongue 
into the quivering warm depths of her vagina. 

"Oh my God! Ohhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh... what are you doing to me." Miriam 
wailed beneath the perverse assault. Her buttocks ground helplessly down 
into the swaying mattress in its effort to escape the animal attack upon her 
covert womanhood. Again, her head jerked upward from the bed, gaping in 
sheer, disbelieving horror at this nightmare the evil man was making a 
reality. And as the maddening, electrifying jolts of sensation were 
screaming through her, she watched his head bob up and down in depraved 
ritual between her defenseless legs below. 

"My God!" she cried aloud. "It can't be happening! No... no, not to me! Oh, 
Peter, Peter...!" 

She continued to groan and wail aloud to herself in crazed, abject 
humiliation, her lovely blonde head tossing from side to side as Eli Baines 
introduced horrible forbidden pleasures into her unwilling, dilating cunt. 
Yet, even in her complete revulsion, shame and terror, his lashing tongue 
violating her defenseless genitals was causing unknown flashes of delight to 
swirl erotically in her belly, and although she lay with arms limp at her 
sides, her fingers clenched into balled little fists and her breasts rippled 
pleasurably from the pummeling her body was enduring. Then, she felt his 
hands creeping upward toward those breasts, finally, enveloping them warmly, 
tightly within their vast strength, the fingers of one hand playing 
maddeningly at her pink nipple to punish and harden it cruelly, while the 
other waited its turn. And all of the time, his mouth and tongue labored 
furiously within the open split of her moist, pink cunt, his eyes watching 
and dancing with evil, lurid pleasure at the twistings of her face up 
between the proud, quaking mounds of her breasts. 

Oh God, God, God! Don't let me give in to this animal! Please, please... 
don't let me! 

Miriam lay, strainingly controlling her body beneath the wild and debauched 
outrages he was subjecting her to. She was helplessly trapped, but she still 
had her mind! She would submit because there was no other course open to 
her; yet, even though she was nearly overcome with her own humiliation and 
shame, she vowed she would keep her pride. She wouldn't give in to him! 
Never! Never! Oh, Peter... forgive me! My God, forgive me, but I'm doing it 
for us...! She thought this as she heard the lewd, wet sucking sounds Eli 
Baines was making at her crotch. Dear Lord! I pray You give me the strength 
to endure this... to face my beloved Peter again... even after allowing this 
filthy beast to subject my body to such defilement. I beg You, Lord. I beg 
You! 

He was destroying her decency as she had never dreamed possible, humiliating 
her beyond any human imagination... and there was nothing she could do but 
lay immobile before him, hoping to God that soon he would satiate himself... 
have his evil fill. Oh... why, why had she been such a fool? Her greed for 
worldly things had brought this upon her... and upon her unsuspecting 
husband. As if a lie to Peter wasn't enough, she had come to this 
lust-crazed beast, involving herself even more! Oh God, where could she 
turn! What could she do? She was completely helpless! 

She saw his eyes... blazing little beads of degeneracy fixed upon her face 
as he kept on with the wild, tormenting thrusts into her excited vagina. She 
knew he was gloating in the tears that were dribbling along her cheeks and 
she turned her head from him, making every effort possible to hold her body 
in a rigid stillness. 

Bitch! thought Eli Baines. Fight it, damn you, but I'll win in the end, he 
mused with confidence, driving his tongue up into her now expanded passage 
as deeply as he could. Before I'm finished with you, you'll crawl to me... 
beg to suck my cock, damn you! Now, he brought his hands down and shoved 
them beneath her knees, lifting and pushing them up over her torso until the 
kneecaps grazed her breasts, exposing the whole panorama of her wet, open 
crotch to his lust-filled sight. Take this, you bitch, he thought, flicking 
the tip of his tongue into the tiny puckered, hole of her anus, just a mere 
inch or so below the now quivering mouth of her cunt. 

Miriam could not withhold the moan her lungs forced from inside her at the 
wet, seething contact of his tongue with the tender, impulsive, tight 
opening so helplessly exposed to him. She clenched her eyes closed, baring 
her teeth, fighting the lewd wave of excitement it sent racing through her. 
He licked again and again and again, until she moaned uncontrollably. 

"Please... Oh, God, Please don't... don't!" she babbled whimperingly, 
writhing and twisting in an effort to jerk the sensitive orifice away from 
his torturing tongue licking mercilessly like some animal at her 
defenseless, naked rectum. But he didn't stop. Instead, his tongue followed 
her movements as she tried to screw herself down into the mattress, and he 
laughed vilely, stabbing further into the tight, spongy ring. 

"Aaaaaggghhh," she groaned once more, unable to control the gooseflesh that 
raised upon her belly, inner thighs and throbbing breasts. 

Once more, she began to weep beneath his lewd assault, until, almost 
spontaneously, in spite of her vows, her repugnance and hatred of this 
filthy monster defiling her... she knew her body was betraying her. Her 
bottom lurched involuntarily before his violating attack, the insane 
fermentations it created sending debilitating, spine-tingling shocks 
bursting through her now raw nerves. 

"Oh Jesus! Don't desert me! Don't let me give in! I can't! I can't!" she 
wailed aloud and he listened, grinning satanically, and his tongue continued 
its mad, unrelenting play at her helpless genitals. 

Abruptly, she was aware of her loss of control, and she cried aloud again 
with her shame and humiliation. Not only at the mere thought, or at the 
realization of the obscene adultery she was committing with this filthy 
pig... but the most fearful and degrading anxiety of all... her body was 
suddenly enjoying it! 

She clenched her teeth tightly, her hands into fists, even her toes curled 
beneath her tiny feet ,fighting with everything she had against the searing, 
agitating sparks that she knew, unless somehow they were smothered, would 
burst into that ungovernable flame and destroy her in her helplessness. 

Oh God, how can I stop him? How? How? she floundered as Eli Baines purred 
and licked incessantly at her open, wet loins below. Oh... Oh... I can't... 
I can't control it any longer! I can't, dear God! Wildly, her sexually 
aroused body began to tremble and jerk convulsively, until, of a sudden, she 
sensed it falling into a rhythmic, wanton performance, and she found herself 
helplessly pressing her soft, hair-lined cunt salaciously up against his 
eager tongue. Her own hands moved without her willing them so, until her 
fingers were entangled in his greying hair and she moaned deeply, 
suggestively, all memories suddenly wiped from her mind, even her 
humiliation... with nothing mattering any longer but the irresistible erotic 
pleasures saturating her whole naked being... as if she had been immersed in 
one single, great bath of delicious, prickling fire. 

Eli Baines knew the feeling of crumbling strength... and of submissive 
surrender. He grinned almost diabolically. Then, he plunged his thick, wet 
tongue into the attainable depths of her clasping vagina once more .He 
hurried his face in her taunted, wet, quivering cunt, revelling in the soft 
silkiness of her gilded pubic hair brushing so teasingly against the tip of 
his nose and the flesh of his cheeks as she circled her buttocks 
pressuringly in a lazy, almost mesmerized tempo, up against his face. She 
belonged to him now, he exulted, just as he knew she would, and he watched 
elatedly the pleasure-pain... agony-delight of her lovely twisted face as 
her eyes closed tightly, and her lips drew back exposing the white, even 
line of her teeth in a lewd, obscene picture of ultimate animal like 
ecstasy. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sara Dexter had foreseen anything but an easy time of it in her planned 
seduction of the Reverend Peter Sheldon. She had fore-schemed a slate of 
answers and maneuvers, endeavoring to anticipate his every possible evasion 
of her programmed, delicate entrapment. And to say the least, she was 
looking forward to the delightful little game with keen, sensual relish... 
the handsome, virile figure the preacher cut being more than somewhat 
palatable to her lusty, carnal appetite. 

Even more important than her own desires, however, was her realization that 
there was no room for failure in the brutal realm of Eli Baines. She had 
done his bidding, playing the role of his wanton mistress for two years now, 
but it hadn't taken a fraction of that time to learn her humiliating, 
debased, enslaved part, nor the consequences once she failed to perform. The 
beast-man, whom, occasionally she thought she loved, was a hard, cruel 
taskmaster. Several times, she'd been thrown to the wolves as minor 
punishment for little offenses he had dreamed up... the "wolves" being a 
pack of iniquitous, big-city racketeers who came to Mansion-House secretly 
by night at several intervals a year, transacting some nature of business, 
and the punishment amounting to active participation in an almost 
unbelievable orgy, with only herself, and sometimes, one or two other girls 
to satisfy a half-dozen or so sadistic, sex-mad men. 

At first, it had been a horrible experience, but she couldn't truly say that 
she hadn't enjoyed subsequent occasions... once she'd gotten the hang of it, 
so to speak. In fact, maybe she was looking forward to this one coming up 
over-zestfully and Eli had read her mind... Anyway, she was considerably 
upset over the obvious designs he had placed on that blonde bitch, Miriam 
Sheldon, and it annoyed her to think that maybe he wasn't going to treat her 
the way he had the others she had helped him seduce. For this private 
reason, if no other, she'd vowed to herself that she would do an extra 
special job on the good Reverend Peter... one that Miriam Sheldon was going 
to have a hell of a time duplicating. And surprisingly enough, she decided, 
as they jogged from the church in the rain toward her car, it didn't appear 
as if she was going to have to use any of her carefully worked out schemes 
after all. 

Several times during choir practice, she had managed to brush against him 
strategically, and once she was certain she bad felt his prick give a leap 
when she'd let the back of her hand innocently ride against it. And then, 
when she'd told him of the new sheet music she had just received in the mail 
for the cantata they would perform at Christmas time, he'd shown unusual 
interest, claiming that he would like to see it. So, her invitation that he 
accompany her home after had fallen right into place nicely. In fact, she 
decided suddenly, if she were clever enough, she just might be able to get 
him between her legs this very afternoon. 

* * * 

Peter felt like a real life Jekyll-Hyde as he rode beside Sara Dexter up the 
hill toward Mansion-House. He found it difficult to speak; his throat was 
tight and dry, and his muscles were tense. Even his evil member was rigid in 
this insane, uncontrollable lust that he had been forcing himself to endure 
rather than lewdly violate his Miriam, until he was certain he would lose 
his mind if he didn't find release soon. Since Sara had accidentally touched 
him there, it had burst into a state of throbbing stiffness, and although he 
had been gradually overcoming his planned evil desire to vent his passion 
with her, once the contact had been made there was no hope. 

Sara Dexter was his Delilah... and he had to have her this night! God 
forgive him, but he had to have her! 

"You're not saying very much, Reverend," Sara Dexter spoke as she swung into 
the second driveway of Mansion-House, the one that avoided the front 
entrance and approached the rear. "Is something bothering you?" 

"Bothering me... ? No, of course not... I... I was just thinking of 
something I have to take care of, that's all. I'm sorry ..He managed a smile 
over at her in the semi-darkness. "The rain... it's let up a little, hasn't 
it?" 

"A bit, but it's still falling pretty hard. I'll get as close to the door as 
I can so we won't get drenched." 

Peter watched her maneuver the vehicle expertly, until they were only a few 
steps from the darkened entrance into this wing of the old house. "Your... 
your husband, Luke... Will he be waiting for you?" 

She turned off the ignition and withdrew the key, looking over at him in 
surprise. He could still see her face in the faint light from the dash. 

"Luke? Oh no, of course not. I have my own separate apartment. The doctor 
feels it's safer all around if Luke... poor darling... if he's kept to 
himself." She lowered her head and sniffled lightly, touching at her nose 
with the back of her hand. "You know... it's not easy, Reverend... being 
without a husband... a man... at my age... " Then, she seemed to take hold 
of herself. "Lord, what am I saying? Please... please forgive me... ? I'm 
terribly sorry... " 

"No, no... that's all right," Peter said, quickly taking her hand inside his 
own, its soft, warm smoothness instigating a shock of excitement to soar 
through his tense body forbiddingly. "That's... that's what we ministers are 
for... " He managed a trembling smile. "To confide in... to... to comfort 
the afflicted... help share their... your burden. Please, Sara... go on. 
Perhaps, talking about it will help." 

Sara felt his hand quivering as it squeezed her own unnecessarily, and she 
sensed the thin film of perspiration lining the palm. It was then that the 
first sensation of what she was now certain would inevitably follow tingled 
in her belly and rippled along her spine. 

"Wh... What's to say... when you no longer have a husband... a man... and 
you're only twenty-seven years old? And... and sometimes... it's as if my 
whole body is aflame with its sinful desire... " she stammered, then again 
lowered her head as though in shame. "Oh God... forgive me, Reverend 
Sheldon. I'm... I'm letting my pent up emotions run away with me. I 
shouldn't be saying such awful things to you... to anyone... " 

"Of course, you should... I mean, to me, you should," Peter blurted. "God 
knows, it's normal enough to... to be filled with desire. After all, Sara, 
you're a human being, one of His own creatures. It's the very way He made 
you, isn't it?" 

"Y-Yes... yes, I suppose it is... but I never thought of it that way," she 
replied softly. "I mean - when a girl has lost the companionship of her 
husband... her mate... and I might as well be without one... in that way... 
what's she to do, Reverend?" 

Peter squeezed her hand tighter. A lump had risen into his throat and his 
mouth felt so dry that he was certain he could spit cotton. "W-Well... she 
should pray yes, she should pray hard, Sara. And... and the Almighty, in His 
mercy, will give her the strength... or... or maybe, even send her 
someone... " 

"Oh, Reverend... I've prayed and prayed... alone in my bed at night... my 
body all a quiver with its need... " she said in a low, vibrant whisper that 
made the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. "If... if only He would 
send me someone... someone young and strong... like you... " 

"L-Like me...?" 

"Oh yes... like you, Peter... " 

"Damn!" Peter grunted as he reached for her, drawing her inside his arms, 
his brain whirling madly, and he raised her face almost brutally with his 
hand as his mouth closed greedily upon hers. He held to her face and ran his 
lips over it, and then his tongue. 

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" he kept repeating, and then his hands began moving all 
over her beneath her coat, squeezing and cupping her full, erect breasts, 
caressing her buttocks, clutching at her waist and stroking her back, while 
his tongue slipped between her receptive Lips to explore the warm, wet 
cavern of her mouth. 

But suddenly, her hands were between them, pressing against his chest and 
she was twisting her head in order to get free of him. 

"Oh, Peter, Peter... what are we doing?" she breathed huskily. "No... no, 
it's wrong... wrong." 

He grunted an unintelligible sound and hauled her back against him roughly, 
his one hand holding her while the other roamed over her body. He fumblingly 
undid the buttons of her blouse while he panted heavily and slid his hand 
inside to again cup the warm, thin fabric fullness of her now excitedly 
heaving breasts. 

"Oh God, I can't stop now," he hissed at her, his lips finding her own once 
more, and this time her small tongue darted into his mouth excitedly. "Oh 
Christ ,.he groaned around it as his hands worked the cups off her 
breasts... and then he felt her hand in his lap, tugging at the zipper of 
his trousers, and slipping inside as she moaned into his mouth and he felt 
her fingers encircle his penis and draw it from his pants. He gasped at the 
cool pressure of her fingers surrounding the rigid, sticky flesh, wet with 
the lubricant from his lust, and he sighed chokingly as she commenced to 
stroke and caress it tenderly. 

"Peter... Peter... we must be mad... " 

"No, no," he breathed heavily. "We... we need each other... that's all... we 
need each other this way... " 

"But... but your wife, Peter...?" 

"No! Don't mention her!" he ordered sharply. "You hear? Don't mention her 
again...!" 

"Oh... Peter... I don't know... it's wrong," Sara said, cleverly feigning 
her distraught emotions, but then his hand was moving beneath her skirt to 
the heat of her soft, smooth thighs,, and she no longer had to pretend a 
quiver in her voice Or a quickening of breath. It moved along the nylon of 
her stocking to her naked, hot flesh and his prick jumped in her hand as his 
loins began to push in rhythm with her stroking, until it occurred to her 
that she better get him inside before it was too late. "Darling... darling," 
she hissed into his ear. "Let's go inside if... if we're going to do it... 
Not here... like this... " 

"Wh... what... inside?" Peter stammered, his passion blinded brain numbing 
his entire sense of reasoning. "Yes... yes, inside... let's go in quickly." 

Sara let her hand slip farther down to encase the velvety flesh of his 
testicles, drawing her sharp fingernails beneath them, then pinching his 
cock at its base once more as she kissed him then eased away from him 
entirely. "Come darling, come make love to me... " she whispered throatily. 
"Please hurry... I want you to fuck me so badly...!" 

"Yes! Oh Christ, yes! I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you...!" 
Peter grunted frenzily, the lewd words rolling almost unconsciously from his 
mumbling lips..:. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Peter's young, helplessly trapped 
wife no longer pretended at retaining the slightest measure of control over 
her sensually inflamed body, now writhing and jerking before the unbending 
torment of Eli Baines' lashing tongue. Her whole naked being was alive with 
great swirling pressures from the tips of her curling toes along her long, 
smooth legs to her trembling loins, and rippling through her genitals like 
one titanic wave of ecstasy, then moving up over and through her quivering 
belly to her swollen, throbbing breasts, only to traverse down her spine 
once more to again re-enact the erotic circle. 

She lay, yet, with her head raised from the bed, watching down through her 
upraised thighs the delighted face of her obscene ravisher, her hands 
clutched viselike about his bobbing head in a wanton effort to draw the 
chastising whip of his tongue deeper into the warm, moist depths of her open 
loins. She had lost all track of time in the tormenting throes of his 
continual sucking at her vagina... and then, suddenly it ceased and he 
forced his head from her grip, kneeling up slowly between her helpless 
widespread thighs. 

Immediately, she dropped her head limply back down to the bed and rolled it 
away so that in her complete debased, humiliation of lying beneath him 
entirely exposed and defenseless, she would not have to look into his cruel, 
lascivious face. And slowly, the abominable weakness of her betraying body 
raised the tears to her eyes once more, bringing back reality. 

"Now, sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you," he leered down at her. "Yeah... 
like you've never before in your life been fucked... and you know what? 
You're going to wind up loving it... Yes mam, I'll just bet you love it." 

Miriam still looked away from him, but her heart pounded in her chest as she 
lay unmoving, her soft, white thighs spread wide under him, her pink, wet, 
vulnerable pussy available to his slightest whim. Her belly quaked in its 
fear, as though he had already forced the long, thick penis jutting out from 
his hairy loins into the painful depths of her. The mere thought sent a 
tremor of sheer horror to register in her brain, not only for the vile sin 
itself, but from the agonizing anticipated suffering the inhuman instrument 
was bound to inflict upon her. She had looked close enough at herself to 
know that accommodating such a wicked thing was impossible for her. Perhaps 
she was smaller than other women, she didn't know, but as certain as there 
was night and day, he would split her... rip her wide open if he tried to 
put that huge lust-hardened instrument into her! 

And then, he bent down from above her supine form, lowering his evil face 
slowly until his lips parted and he sucked a pink, hard nipple into his 
mouth, his lips spreading to encompass even a generous portion of the proud, 
white, firm flesh, and suddenly she felt his teeth sink into the sensitive, 
erect bud. She groaned aloud with the pain and tried to push his huge face 
away, but he held her tight, while his hands taunted the softness of her 
thighs, hips and buttocks, until discouragedly, she relaxed her struggles 
and to her dazed fascination there began little prurient, tweaking 
sensations at her loins below, causing her to fall into a light, turbulent 
grinding with her soft, naked buttocks. 

"Lady, you're getting more ready and ready," he drooled as his lips 
slobbered over those sensitive parts of her upper body. "That little pussy 
of yours is going to be screaming for it in a minute... and I'm going to 
fuck you like you've only dreamed of it. Once I give you a taste of this 
cock of mine, though, I don't know what the poor Reverend's ever going to do 
to please his sweet little .wife again." 

He chuckled lewdly at his own words while Miriam felt her body cringe at the 
filth he spewed at her. Yet, even as the inherent reactions took place in 
her body, she realized that their very lewdness caused her excitement to 
increase and she loathed herself for this, fighting even the intangibles now 
to keep from admitting final subjugation to this ugly monster. 

"All right, sweetheart, you've waited long enough," he taunted. "Spread 
those luscious legs wide, 'cause daddy's going to fuck hell out of you now." 

Her breath lodged in her throat, as above her she read his grin of triumph, 
and she whined aloud in both fear and desire... at the same time answering 
his command to spread her thighs. He came up over her, his arms two giant 
pillars on either side of her shoulders; she then saw one hand disappear 
down between them; she held her breath as the thick, rubbery head of his 
huge throbbing cock parted the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her cunt. Again, 
she rolled her head to one side, clutching her eyes tightly shut, and a 
tremor fluttered through her, then, all of a sudden, she felt the gentle 
galvanic tangency of it inside the frayed lips of her still wet cunt. The 
breath she still held wadded in her throat, as she lay beneath him in total 
surrender, fearing to release it less the unknown torment of horrible 
uncontrolled desire suddenly overwhelm her. He pressed downward and forward 
with an ease she would never have expected of him. Even so, the first actual 
contact with the mouth of her vagina caused her to wince inwardly and moan. 

"Ooooohhh," she whimpered as the huge head pressured further against the 
tight elastic opening between her widespread thighs. 

Once more. 

"Aaaaaggghhh," she cried, as suddenly the tip slipped inside just beyond its 
coronal rim and she really sensed the first cruel stretching of the tight, 
rubbery opening in her crotch. My God... it was just as she had feared! Her 
thighs were splitting apart from the continuing, expanding pressure! He was 
going to rip her open! 

He moved once more and she screamed at him. "Oh, Jesus God! No... no! You're 
tearing me! I'll bleed to death! Stop! Please stop!" She continued to scream 
at him as she fastened her eyes in abject terror onto his leering, evil 
face, now caught in a sadistic grin over her. Dear God! He wants to kill me! 
He's doing this knowing that he'll rip me and I'll bleed to death! And he's 
delighting in it! He's grinning... watching me suffer . purposely making 
this slow, cruel penetration! 

Miriam stared up at him in utter horror... until she saw the grin leave him 
abruptly, giving way to an expression of clear lust and she whimpered aloud. 

"Oh no! No... please don't do it to me...!" 

It struck the huge man suddenly. He could no longer play with this innocent, 
young preacher's wife so helplessly splayed out with her legs open wide 
beneath him. Even he had a limit... and it was not just the head of his cock 
buried wetly inside those tender palpitating cunt lips. Christ, it was time! 
He had to fuck her before it was too late! Before he came right there on her 
belly instead of in it! 

He grinned first, then plunged forward, dropping his great weight onto her, 
crushing her full, firm tits beneath his chest as he thrust his heavy hips 
simultaneously and his lengthy, heavy cock rampaged into her moist cunt with 
the velocity of a rocket at blastoff, spiraling the soft, tender walls of 
warm vaginal flesh in rippling waves before it. There was no holding it back 
once the point of countdown had been decided, and with a loud grunt he felt 
his balls slap resoundingly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks of 
her tightly clenched ass. Christ! He was in her... he was really in her! 

"Oh God... Jesus, God Almighty!" the impaled Miriam wailed under him. Her 
body was bloated with him! His huge cock had ripped her vagina from mouth to 
cervix! She knew it! He had thrust into her without the least thought of 
pain or mercy. And now, she lay beneath him filled with it, the massive, 
throbbing thing sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. Dear God, 
she could feel every wrinkle of it inside her... like an arm in a tight, 
rubber sleeve... enclosed in the moist, snug sheath of her very own cunt! 
Her husband's cunt that had never before been violated by any other man! 

Oh God... she dare not move, and he lay immobile for a moment, his damaged 
face directly above hers. She found herself wondering senselessly about his 
scar. It must have been a painful wound, she thought with absurd concern... 
and then she felt an expanding throb deep inside her and she cried out. 

"Feel good?" he taunted. 

"Oh... oh, please. You've torn me. I know you have. Please... " 

Eli Baines chuckled down at her. "Honey, you couldn't tear that cunt with a 
telephone pole. Relax, sweetheart Enjoy it. There's much more to come." 

"Ooohhh... oohh, God!" Miriam exclaimed a she forced another measure of it 
into her. 

"In the end, you're going to love me for this," he said, grinning down at 
her. Then, he flexed again. 

"Aauuuuuugggghhhh," the tortured young woman groaned deeper this time, 
tightening the muscles and cords of her legs and neck with the force of her 
resistance. 

"Getting better, isn't it?" he mocked. 

She rolled her head away from his leering eyes and he shoved forward 
brutally. 

"Aaaaaauuugggghhhh... ooohhhhh, dear God!" she cried out. 

"I asked you a question, Honey. Be nice enough to talk to me. Is it getting 
to feel better?" he hissed down her painfully contorted face in lewd 
delight. 

"Oooooohhh... yes, yes... better... it's getting better," she lied, fearing 
to say differently lest he inflict further torture upon her totally helpless 
and defenseless loins. 

"Good. In that case, you'd probably like a little more "No! No, no! 
Please... no more...!" 

"Then... beg me to fuck you with what I've given you so far." 

"W-What?" 

"You heard me clear enough, bitch! Beg for mercy. Ask me to fuck you with 
what you have inside you right now... otherwise... " 

"Ohhhh... please don't. You've done everything to me already. I can't even 
talk sensibly... " she managed, hoping that would satisfy him momentarily. 
For God knew, she had fought with all of her strength and courage against 
any further humiliation. She had to take something away from here to give 
back to her darling Peter... there had to be something left... 

"I said, beg," he repeated harshly, thrusting his heavy hips forward and she 
felt another fraction of his elephantine cock dig into the sensitive, 
never-before reached depths of her widely stretched channel. "Beg me to fuck 
you now, or else. NOW!" he snarled, throbbing the huge shaft deep into the 
very confines of her most sensitive womanhood. 

"OOhhhhhh God, don't... pleased no... You're hurting me terribly... I can't 
stand it!" she whined, even pretending a little to avoid giving in to him, 
knowing that this was her final surrender. Dear God, she had to have 
something left! He'd taken everything... completely stripped her... even to 
her fidelity to her husband! All pride was gone! Don't let him make me beg, 
God! Not that! Please... please! So, he dropped himself onto her fully, 
thrusting deeper and deeper, lowering his head to gnaw at the pebble-hard 
nipples of her breasts and gouge his fingers into the flesh of her arms at 
the same time... until she could no longer bear the physical anguish. 

"Say it!" he snarled at her, ramming his tremendous cock the last inch into 
her and routing its head in the delicate shrine of her belly even as he 
spoke. "Say it, you godamned little bitch!" 

"Ohhhhhh God, yes, yes, yes," she sobbed, her final wall of resistance 
crumbling before the pain and defenseless helplessness of her position. 
"Yesss... do it to me! Do it...!" 

"That's not good enough, baby. Beg me to fuck you. Say it! Say, fuck me, Eh" 
darling!" he spat at her. 

"Ohhh... ohhh do it... f-fuck me... please... " 

"Say it all!" 

"F-Fuck me... Eli... darling," she whispered between half-clenched teeth, 
her face wet with her tears as she forced the filthy words from her lips. 
Now, her debasement was all consuming! She was a complete and wanton slut! 
Nothing could ever be the same again. Her Peter was gone... because she no 
longer had a right to him. She wasn't much, but she knew right from wrong, 
and she didn't deserve the love of this boy she called her husband. She'd 
allowed herself to lose all control over everything decent to her... Oh God 
, want to die! I can never face Peter again! I'm nothing but a common 
slut... a whore! Oh Lord in heaven... there was no hope for her now. She was 
as lost as Cain! This filthy brute had stripped her... left her nothing... 
nothing... nothing but the monstrous, sinewy shaft he'd interred like an 
animal in her innocent unplundered vagina. 

Her final loss of resistance registered in Eli Baines' triumphant mind as if 
she had openly screamed it at him, and he glued his wet, rubbery lips to her 
soft, delicate mouth while he salaciously began a gradual rocking movement 
between her wide-spread thighs. And with each individual, abridged, sleek 
stroke she moaned helplessly under him as he sensed the tight, narrow 
channel expanding reluctantly before bin. He had her now and he knew it; her 
secret, inner emotions had given her away when he had first sunk his tongue 
deep into her quivering pink pussy. There was a hidden streak of lust buried 
deep inside her that reminded him of Sara... it had only to be brought to 
the surface to make one little delicious nugget of open, sensual desire of 
her... a hopeless, delightful nympho... and she could hide all she wanted to 
behind her Mrs. Reverend cloak of respectability as far as the rest of this 
burg was concerned... as long as she spread her thighs for him whenever he 
got the urge... which was going to be damned often. Besides, he could think 
of no better way of getting even with that fire-and-brimstone bastard for 
his part in shuffling him out of the fast buck he had lined up on the school 
land deal. He wasn't finished yet with him... or this voluptuous bitch under 
him that he was fucking his rock-hard, pulsating cock into. Not by a damn 
sight! There was much, much more to come for both of them... 

The carnal sensations exploding within her had rendered Miriam into a state 
of near hopeless abandon. Her body had begun to react of its own volition, 
her will to fight against the obscene fermentations any longer, reaching its 
lowest ebb. She'd battled with all of her strength, but it hadn't been 
enough. Her body had betrayed her... and suddenly the horrifying thought of 
total capitulation raised spiraling chills along her spine... and she felt 
the gradual cadence of Eli Baines' massive cock begin to fuck wetly into 
her. 

The wild sensations it shot through her set her whole naked body to jerking 
and writhing beneath him, tiny moans of helpless passion emitting from deep 
in her chest, until spontaneously, she thrust her tongue with wanton 
acceptance half into his throat She continued to moan up into his mouth in 
servile resignation, her beautiful face twisted in her ecstasy, her mouth 
laboring, the cords in her swanlike neck taut, her nostrils flared, a film 
of perspiration beginning to form onto her forehead and upper lip, her long, 
golden hair a mass of interwoven entanglements. 

Baines stared lustfully down at her, moving his giant coarse hands downward 
along her sides at her, slipping them beneath the smooth, round orbs of her 
involuntarily working buttocks, clutching his fingers into the soft flesh 
cruelly, one in either hand, his lust-inflamed brain delighting to its 
fullest in this new conquest, her incessant humming and writhings driving 
him to greater frenzy. 

The soft quivering of her buttocks flexed and un-flexed, causing the soft, 
warm, smooth flesh to ridge between his fingers as he clutched his hands 
tightly into them. He pulled her roughly to his loins and felt her open her 
thighs even further to him, flowering the moist, pink hole of her cunt wider 
in reception to his cock fucking deeper and deeper into her belly. 

There was no longer pain, Miriam realized. All of that had passed and now 
her soft, round thighs on either side of his embedded shaft were twitching 
and quivering in ungovernable wantonness. She lay with closed eyes, 
continually thrusting her saliva coated tongue up into his sucking mouth, 
the perpetual purring sounds of her ecstatic bliss escaping her throat. She 
felt the cords in her neck and thighs taughten rigidly as she squirmed 
wildly under him, tense with the velvety pleasure of her feeling. All 
logical reasoning had deserted her, leaving nothing but the insane rapture 
of lying under this vile, lewd monster who was taking her against her 
will... and fucking back at him to fulfill her own sudden inflamed need. 

He labored in sweat over her, then suddenly lengthening his stroke, 
withdrawing his prick until only the tip of its smooth, bulbous, head lay at 
the mouth of her clasping vagina, then plunging it into her uplifted crotch 
harshly, his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smacking loudly against the 
helplessly exposed crevice of her tiny, pink anus. Then, momentarily, a 
fiendish little smile stretched his thick, wet lips and he slid his hand 
along the smooth flesh of her ass until his large middle finger reached the 
little crinkled ring of her anus nestled unprotected below. Its soft 
puckered warmth sent a thrill of delight through him as he dwelled in mind 
on this additional humiliation of her, and felt the tiny orifice reacting 
with the writhing of her buttocks heaving against his loins. 

He pressed into it with a cruel, sharp thrust, causing the tender, spongy 
circle of flesh to give way before his assault. 

"Ooohhh," Miriam gasped, not quite certain what had caused the sudden new 
surge of pain. 

Baines inserted it another half-inch, enjoying the painful sounds of her 
anquishment, wanting to prolong the pleasure. 

"OooooOhhhhhh!" Miriam wailed louder this time in painful protest, for now 
she realized what he was doing to her defenseless rectum. 

Still, he gave no quarter, but instead, began to worm his thick finger 
around inside to stretch the soft, velvety flesh of her rear channel wider 
and wider... and then, she sensed a second finger make entrance to join the 
first, burrowing into the tight, resistant passageway as slowly he pressed 
them up into the soft warm depths, even as he continued to twist and work 
them. 

Oh... oh damn you! You cruel, filthy brute! she groaned inwardly to herself 
as the husky, guttural noises rumbling in her chest from the agony slowly 
began to diminish, giving way to new unrestrainable moans of exhilaration as 
her tight virginal anus slowly relaxed and began to accept the perverse, 
aberrant attack. 

Again, Eli Baines grinned victoriously against her wet, sucking mouth, for 
she had begun to slowly skewer her rectum down onto his invading fingers 
while he continued to drub them around inside the spongy warm depths. 

Oh God! He has me hopelessly impaled... between his huge, throbbing cock 
deep in my vagina... and his thick fingers shoved way up my behind! Oh God! 
Oh God...! She moaned and purred under him, writhing and wailing in complete 
abandon now as he increased the fury of his dual assault on her naked 
squirming genitals. 

He slipped his other hand gently along the smooth, soft cheek of her 
buttocks to her palpitating pussy where his thick cock was sleekly sliding 
in and out of its clasping, hair-lined cuntlips, their velvety softness 
clutching tightly as they sucked at his rampant prick with every 
pile-driving thrust he made into her. 

Again, Baines increased his tempo, making each plunge into the salacious 
hole a hot, throbbing, deep thrust, while she twisted wildly beneath him. 
She was nearing her orgasm, he knew, as he sensed her legs OB. either side 
of him lurch wide and higher into the air. He jerked his fingers from her 
tight clasping rectum, making a lewd hissing sound, and caught his hands 
roughly beneath her knees, shoving them back hard and pressing them harshly 
down to the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Now, the golden table 
of her soft hair-lined crotch was completely at his mercy, wide open to the 
jack hammer battering of his loins whacking brutishly into her. 

"Oh... my God! Oh... oh... oohhh!" she babble under his feverish attack, her 
beautiful features unrecognizable now in their passion contorted grimaces of 
unbridled ecstasy. 

Eli Baines labored relentlessly over her, again quickening his stroke and 
grunting heavily as he pounded hard and deep into her, ramming his long, 
thick cock far up into the secret, never before reached sanctuary of her 
womb. Her proud quivering breasts quaked and throbbed beneath the weighty 
pressure of his hairy chest, their berry-hard nipples boring into him like 
small, round marbles. 

Then it happened to her! She shuddered beneath him! 

"Oh Christ God! Oh damn! I'm cumming! Yes... yes, I'm cumming! Oooohhhhhh! 
Oooooooohhhhhhh!" 

Her cunt walls seemed to open up like a thousand tiny springs to emit a 
flood of warm, sticky liquid to bathe his pummeling cock. He rammed harder, 
faster, plunging deep, deep into the hot depths of her seething, spewing 
cunt. By God, he wanted to be certain she'd never forget this fucking if she 
lived to be a thousand years old. 

Her convulsive body bucked up to him in jerking, unrhythmic motions a 
half-dozen times, the clasping lips of her trembling cunt sucking at his 
prick as though it intended to devour it, and her breath heaved from her 
lungs desperately while he continued to lunge deep into her, sensing his own 
hot, boiling sperm rising from the vat of his bloated testicles to scald the 
long tiny channel the length of his prick as it raced to squirt from the end 
of his cock far into the depths of her soft, quivering belly, and she felt 
the blending of the intimate secretions puddling hotly inside her, an almost 
frantic sensation of bliss momentarily overwhelming her. 

Then, the life seemed to drain from her and her legs fell obscenely out limp 
on either side of his massive, gasping body, her heart heaving in her 
breast, her ravished body battered, but satisfied as it had never before 
been in her young life... until slowly, reality crept back over her... 
Abruptly, her shame and debased humiliation returned to sweep down upon her 
once more in one great all-consuming wave, as she realized that she still 
lay beneath this vile beast who had raped her and that his lewd, thick penis 
was yet sunk in the depths of her still quivering vagina... and the tears 
burst uncontrollably from her. 

Oh God! Oh God! What's to become of me? Rape... ? Dear Jesus, I completely 
surrendered to him... gave myself like a wanton slut! Yes, and even enjoyed 
it! Oh... Peter, Peter... I've got to get out of here... as fast as I can... 
away from this horrible beast. My debt's paid now... he can't demand any 
more from me - or hold it over my head... And Peter must never know... 
Never! And then, she saw that Eli Baines was grinning down at her. He hadn't 
moved, only raised his head. 

"Please... please, let me up?" Miriam pleaded, forcing her tears back and 
drawing the back of her hand over her wet eyes. "Y-You've done what you 
wanted to me... now let me go." 

Baines chuckled. "And you liked it too, didn't you, baby. In fact, I can't 
ever remember seeing a cunt go any wilder than you did... " 

"Please... Must you continue to torture me this way?" Miriam begged. "I've 
paid my debt... now give me my brooch and the note and let me go... " 

Again, Eli Baines laughed down at her. "You're trying to rush things, 
sweetheart. I haven't even pulled my cock out of you yet, eh?" 

He flexed the rapidly softening shaft once more inside her, chuckling 
simultaneously. 

Miriam couldn't stifle the groan of further shame this additional abuse 
caused her, and she covered her face with her arm so that she would not have 
to look at him. 

"As for the brooch and note," he was saying... and she then felt him 
withdrawing his almost deflated penis from her assaulted sperm-filled 
vagina, and he climbed off her letting the cool soothing air brush gently 
against her ravished crotch... 'Til hold onto them, Mrs. Reverend You still 
have a hell of a long ways to go to satisfy that debt." 

Miriam sat up quickly, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at the 
huge man and his wet, glistening penis standing lewdly before her. Nor was 
there concern for her still partially obscene position with her slightly 
splayed thighs as his words registered in her brain. 

"But... but, you said... " 

"I said nothing, baby," he barked at her. "You just assumed." He grinned 
"However, it won't take you long to work it out. I figure right now you're 
worth about twenty-five dollars a fuck, but that can increase as you get 
more seasoned and begin to put a little bit more into it Of course, that 
interest is going to keep mounting up too... " He shook his head as if 
pondering the situation. "Well... we'll just keep pounding at it and do the 
best we can, eh sweetie?" 

Miriam suddenly snatched up her dress and held it in front of her. Her eyes 
were ablaze with rage, shame and disbelief. She bared her teeth at him and 
the tears streamed down her cheeks. 

"Damn you! Godamn you! You filthy, vile brute...!" she screamed. 

Again, Eli Baines snickered. "You better get your duds on and get out of 
here, Mrs. Reverend. It's getting late and I want you to be sure to get your 
beauty rest I can't stand fucking a haggish woman... And be sure you're back 
here tomorrow night at the same time. You're going to have to work fast and 
often to keep up with mounting interest" He wrapped his robe around him and 
walked to the door, unlocking it There, he turned and grinned back at her. 

"Godamn you!" Miriam wailed at him once more. 

He laughed. "I think you can find your own way out I've got some other 
business to attend to. Goodnight Mrs. Reverend... and pleasant dreams." 

And then he was gone. Alone, Miriam buried her face in her hands and wept 
profusely, as she felt his lewd, wet sperm begin to seep out of her to form 
a shameful little pool beneath her. 

Oh dear God, dear God in heaven! What have I done? What's to become of me 
now'! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Once inside the apartment, Sara led Peter directly to the bedroom, Lighted a 
small bedside lamp, then turned to him, quickly rushing into his arms. 

"Peter... Peter," she whispered tightly, lifting her face to him. "Kiss me, 
Darling, kiss me!" 

He did, thrusting his tongue into her warm, sweet-tasting mouth once more, 
his hands dropping to cup the round full moons of her buttocks beneath her 
coat and drawing her soft belly tight against his aching loins. A new 
reasoning had flashed into his lust-infected brain, wiping away much of the 
guilt he had first felt, almost completely obliterating his Jekyll-Hyde 
fixation of such a short time before. 

She needed him! Even worse, perhaps, than he did her, and it was almost as 
if it were his duty... to keep her from the hands of some lecherous 
individual's ravishment. After all, she was one of his own flock... and to 
whom could she turn if not her own minister? Didn't he himself know well 
what it was? Hadn't he been forced to use the services of Delilahs before... 
rather than destroy the purity of some decent girl? But now, he reprimanded 
himself severely for thinking of Sara as a trollop. If he were guilty of any 
sin, that was it In his crazed, desire-saturated mind he had falsely labeled 
her and that thought pained him deeply. 

At first he had thought it right to tell her and beg her forgiveness, then, 
decided against it Knowing of his cruel unfairness could do nothing but hurt 
her, and certainly the poor girl had suffered enough. No, rather would he 
try to make it up to her... now... in this fulfillment of her natural bodily 
need. 

He held her tight to him and felt her warm body commence uncontrollable 
little undulating motions that ground her soft belly and pelvis against his 
member until it throbbed unmercifully into hardness. 

"Oh... good Lord!" he rasped heavily. 

"Darling... darling Peter," she whispered into his mouth "Come... let's get 
undressed... I-I need you so badly... " 

"Yes... yes," he managed, forcing himself to take his hands from her and let 
her free. It was barbaric for him to make her wait any longer. It was her 
thirst now that was the important issue, not his own. And even as he thought 
these things he was stripping the clothes from himself, while his eyes 
watched her undress to the very last stitch, and then she was on the bed 
waiting for him. 

My God, she was a lovely sight to behold in her nakedness! He gaped at the 
full mounds of her breasts, amazingly erect as she lay there on her back, 
the ripe, ruby nipples staring up at him wetly. Damn, had she moistened them 
when he turned his head... touched saliva to them so that their pink budlike 
tips glistened from the touch of her own fingers against them? 

"Y-You're beautiful," he muttered, gaping down at her, almost mesmerized by 
her erotic loveliness. He saw the excitement in her own dark eyes and had 
all he could do to keep from throwing himself on top of her and burning his 
lips into the softness of her warm smooth flesh, but somehow, he managed to 
restrain himself. In the back of his mind, he knew that she needed more. 
It'd been a long, long time since this denied, voluptuous creature had known 
love... and he must be gentle as well as fulfilling. His own mad craving was 
no longer of importance. 

He moved toward the bed, put one knee onto it and leaned over her, pressing 
his lips tightly down onto hers. She reached up, encircled him with her arms 
and pulled him down onto her. One of his legs fell snugly between her open 
thighs, and her soft, supple body fitted against him in perfect harmony. He 
kissed her again as she raised her thigh to press into his crotch, and he 
found himself grinding his mouth almost brutally against hers as his shaft 
lurched into a near-painful rigidity. He felt its wetness in the lubricous 
secretion oozing from its tip and knew she must feel it too for it was 
pressed tightly against the warm, smooth flesh of her thigh. Then, her leg 
was massaging it ever so lightly... automatically, Peter decided, motivated 
by her inner need, but surely with dire consequences, for he felt the head 
would burst from the pressure building inside it. Already, it was jerking, 
jumping as though it were prepared to spew out his seminal fluid, and he was 
certain it would if she pressed it too far; he could feel it swirling thick 
in his heavy sac below. Once more, he ran his tongue into her mouth causing 
little mewling noises to rise from her throat as she sucked tenderly on it, 
even nibbled with her sharp even teeth to send further shocks of new 
excitement shooting through him. 

God Almighty! He had never known these sensations. The women he had gone to 
had made themselves available, given him release, but no more, and he'd 
expected no more... wanted no more. But this... it was all so different, so 
full, so wonderful! My God... Miriam! He thought of her guiltily for a 
moment... then, thought of their love... He shook his head lightly, to 
dissolve her image from his mind. It was sacrilegious to associate her 
vision with this scene. She was his wife! His heavenly, beautiful wife, and 
he loved her deeply! She belonged on a pedestal; she would be the mother of 
his children, never meant for this type of animal-like intrigue. He lifted 
his head, then lay his cheek against Sara's soft hair. 

"Is... is something wrong, Peter?" she whispered to him. 

"What... ? No, of course not," he said. "Y-You were thinking of Miriam, 
weren't you?" she said softly. 

"No. No... I was thinking of... of how lovely you are," he lied. "The 
truth?" 

"Yes," he replied. "The truth." Lord, she needed him badly, he thought Then, 
he realized she had begun to quiver beneath him, her thighs grazing his 
loins hungrily. 

"You... you do want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered, breathing 
heavily. 

The effect of her question spiced with the filthy word sent an electrifying 
current through him. His fleshy rod leaped spontaneously. "Yes... God yes, I 
really want to," he wheezed, the breath from his lungs nearly choking him. 

"Then... then, tell me. Dear Lord, I have to hear it from your lips, 
Peter... don't you see?" 

"Yes... yes... listen to me," he managed hoarsely. "I-I want to fuck you, 
Sara." 

"Oh God... how?" 

"Deep! Deep and hard and fulfilling! I want to see you happy! I-I want to 
fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" 

"Ohhh Peter! Yes... yes!" she said, then raised her head to stare down at 
his jerking, rock-hard prick. 

Sara gaped at the palpitating, blood-filled head for a moment, her throat 
gulping at its surprising full impressiveness. She hadn't expected that he 
would have been so generously endowed. She thought of inching down and 
swallowing it momentarily, exploring the downy softness of the soft bag of 
flesh that hung beneath it, then decided the move, though enticing of 
thought, might be disastrous at this point Peter drew her closer to him and 
moved one hand down to encase the smooth, round fullness of her buttocks, 
his hand over the crevice that split them, drawing that portion of her even 
closer and closer. Her body was not against him, but soft and pliable and 
she raised her face to be kissed. He did, and she glued her mouth 
voraciously to his while her hand wedged between them to grip the hardness 
of his penis. Peter made a choking sound as her cool fingers wrapped around 
its wet rigidness. He pressed his lips against hers with an extra effort to 
show his appreciation. The aroma of her made his brain spin. He wasn't sure, 
but he thought of lilacs... and lilacs had always intrigued him Her small 
mouth with its full lips seemed to crush beneath his almost maddened 
pressure, and its very delicacy aroused new twinges of excitement to fill 
him. She was straining the full length of her body against him, grinding her 
crotch area into his pelvis... and then, before he was aware of what was 
happening, she had maneuvered her long smooth legs and hips, suddenly 
pulling him over on top of her, her legs spread wide to receive him between 
them. 

She drew him hungrily to her and let her hands run searchingly over and down 
his long, lean frame, investigating intently the private places of his whole 
body. His cock was poised in proud stiffness between her thighs, laid snugly 
at the thin-line slit of her hair-fleeced cunt-lips. Of a sudden, she 
clutched his starved, aching prick and drew its bulbous head from the split 
of her buttocks up through the wet, sensitive pink flesh, then back down 
until its pulsating nob rested at the opening of her quivering vagina. 

"There," she whispered teasingly. "What're you going to do now?" 

Peter couldn't hold back he flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel 
thrust that drove it into her with a reaming, flesh tearing force, into the 
expanded hungry mouth of her vagina. 

"Oooooogggghhh," Sara coughed under him, as Peter felt the hot, rubbery 
passage sleekly absorb his throbbing, naked prick. It had popped into her 
with a snapping little clap, her long abstinence obvious to him; yet, he was 
pleased at the way her vaginal control tugged at him, even though it belied 
his thought. 

She rocked gently beneath him, as if to draw his shaft deeper inside her, 
and he levered the long, husky member up into her to the full length of her 
passage, as warm and tight as if he were her first, he thought in his 
passion, causing him pain the full length of his unbelievable stiff rod, but 
easing and more tractable as the fluids of her channel bathed him, wetting 
and lubricating its path. 

He thrust lustily, at last, the smooth rubbery head striking bottom, and 
simultaneously his heavy sperm filled balls crashed loudly against the 
clenched, rounded cheeks of her ass. 

Sara cried out beneath him, but it was low and animal-like as she writhed to 
bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock even as he plunged harder, driving his 
loins more forcibly into her open crotch. Suddenly, he paused, wiping at his 
forehead, unable to explain his own cruelty. She lay imbedded under him, and 
again his wild emotions forced him to flex the head of his deeply buried 
prick, the result raising a further groan from between Sara's clenched 
teeth. 

"I... I don't mean to hurt," he hissed down at her. 

"It's... all right I-I love it!" she gasped up at him. "I-I need a man... 
not a boy!" 

"Oh God!" Peter moaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely and feeling 
the soft, tender flesh beneath him, while she strained upward, arching her 
loins, actually raising them both from the bed by inches with her desire. He 
angled his hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She moaned 
incessantly under him, lifting her body again to his brutal attack, now 
opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically, 
climbing up and down his solid shaft sunk deep in her hot, excited passage, 
her mouth gasping wide open, her head rocking from side to side in the 
extreme performance of their fornication. 

"Ooooohhhh Peter... Peter... yes, yes... this is it! It's good! So good!" 
She whimpered up into his face, her tongue licking at his lips, his nose, 
his eyes. "Do something! Ohhhh... Your finger! Shove it in my ass! Make me 
crawl! Humble me! Yes, please... shove your finger up my ass, Peter...!" 

His brain reeled. He rammed his cock into her with all of his force, her 
words peaking the very apex of his passion. He reached under her, his nails 
gouging at her soft flesh as he tried to find her hidden rectum. He fumbled 
between her hot, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his cock in a tempo deep 
into the wetness of her cunt. He clutched at the quivering hillocks of 
flesh, ripping them wide apart, searching for the never-before touch of an 
excited, desirous anus. 

He found it and touched it, the warm, soft flesh of the tightly puckered 
little hole instigating new salacious, if forbidden, feelings to soar 
rampantly through him. He'd never explored a woman this way before, and he 
felt the snug little ring working with the writhing and twisting of her 
buttocks. A tiny dribble of viscid moisture was running down the wide-spread 
crevice from where his stiff, thick cock was sawing into her. It wet the 
crinkled orifice as well as his finger-tip, making his experimental probing 
easier with its lubrication. He pressed into it, feeling it give slightly, 
then, he pushed hard and suddenly the tight, rubbery sphincter muscle popped 
open, slipping over his finger as it slid inside the warm, spongy channel to 
the first knuckle joint. He felt her lurch upward in the bed beneath him, 
crawling over the mattress on her back, as if to escape the painful 
invasion. 

"Ooooohhhh... oooohhhhh! Peter... Peter... it hurts!" 

He barely heard her as he sank the assaulting digit in to the second 
knuckle. 

"Augggghhhh... God, yes... it hurts! Yessss, yesss... hurt me! More! More!" 

She gave another gasp and began screwing her bottom back onto his finger 
until it was sunk into the soft, fleshy depths completely to the palm of his 
hand. He worked it around and around inside her, feeling through the thin 
partition of velvety tissue the ridges of his smooth sliding cock fucking in 
and out of her, and then he established a dual tempo of finger and prick 
until she began to groan wildly beneath him. 

My God, he had never realized such ecstasy could be possible, and his cock 
seemed to continually grow and expand within her until he was certain it 
would explode from the intoxicating pressure mounting in his already bloated 
balls that were whacking resoundingly against her upturned buttocks below. 
Oh God, he hoped she reached climax soon, for surely, he couldn't hold back 
much longer. He increased the speed and measure of his stroke, ramming into 
her savagely now as his finger drubbed the depths of her rectum in his 
effort to excite her more so. 

She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them around his hips, 
slackening them and clamping them again. He guessed that she was near orgasm 
as she began to pour forth guttural sounds from deep in her chest, incessant 
gurglings that caused him to continue plunging into her with powerful, long 
strokes. 

"Ooooohhhh, Peter, Peter... fuck it hard! Harder! Harderrrr!" she babbled up 
at him, foul obscenities beginning to gush from her lips in her attempt to 
drive him on, her crotch bucking wildly up against his loins and finger, her 
legs drawn back higher now, her knees crushing her own heaving breasts as 
she locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode wantonly up his cock to 
cling there momentarily as though she never wanted to let go. 

"Ooohhh... ooohhh... God yes, yes! I'm coming, darling! I'm coming! 
Aaaaauuuugggghhhhh!" 

Almost instantly, and with a sudden deep throated groan, her body began 
vibrating uncontrollably... and Peter realized he could contain his passion 
no longer. He felt the hot, white sperm churning in his throbbing balls as 
they beat hard against her wide-spread, upturned ass. He shoved his tongue 
far into her purling throat and hauled the vibrant cheeks of her soft white 
buttocks tight against his grinding pelvis, and he rammed his spewing cock 
insanely into her clasping, unresisting cunt She was wailing into his mouth, 
her soft loins jerking spasmodically against his belly while his pumping 
prick spurt its hot, white liquid into her violently... just as Eli Baines 
threw open the bedroom door and walked in to stand, hands on hips, watching 
the windup of their performance on the bed. 

* * * 

Peter had been shocked to his senses as much as it was possible for one to 
be, when caught in the compromising position of lying naked between the hot, 
working thighs of another man's wife. But somehow, even in his complete 
mortification, he had managed to crawl off her, pull his clothes on quickly 
and face this man whom he already regarded as an enemy. 

At the sight of Eli Baines, Sara had screamed out in shame, struggling to 
push Peter off her, then had run nude from the room sobbing 
half-hysterically into her hands. 

"So... this is what we can expect from our fine, new young Reverend, eh?" 
Eli Baines spat at him. "The seduction of our wives and daughters... a 
corrupt, debauched, profligate... hiding behind the cloth! You filthy 
bastard! Taking advantage of a handicapped man's pretty, young wife. Well... 
what've you got to say for yourself, Reverend?" 

Peter's face burned with his disgrace. His brain whirled numbly. Good God in 
heaven! What had he been thinking of? He must have gone temporarily mad!... 
Say for himself? My God, what could he say? He was guilty of the vilest of 
deplorable sins, and there was no evading it! He stumbled backwards, sitting 
down heavily on the edge of the bed. He began to shake his head in utter 
disbelief of his own disgraceful act. 

"I-I've nothing to say... except that I'm guilty of a terrible deed," he 
managed, dropping his head and placing his hand to his brow. "It... it was 
all my fault. She... Sara's not to blame. I... I caused the whole thing." 

"Well. ". I'd never've believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... 
caught you cold with your cock rammed right up her," Baines sneered nastily. 

Peter winced at his vile reference, realizing then that all respect for him 
and his position had vanished in Nineveh-Bend. He was finished here... and 
undoubtedly anywhere else, for certainly he couldn't expect to ever be given 
another church. There was hardly a doubt in his mind but what this man would 
take advantage of his upper-hand now, especially after what he had done to 
thwart him on the school-land issue. 

Oh Christ, God... he bad destroyed himself in such a neat, short space of 
time... he should be proud, for he'd completely razed his whole bard-working 
life... his career... yes, even his promise to his mother... 

"And you with a pretty little wife of your own," Eli Baines taunted. "What's 
she going to think when she finds out what a goddamned hypocrite she's 
married to, eh?" 

Peter raised his head. He stared blankly at the huge, half-grinning man. His 
entire entrails turned over. Miriam! Miriam! Miriam! Dear Jesus, he hadn't 
even thought of what this would do to her! He'd been too goddamned concerned 
with his own selfish thoughts... of his own losses... Now, a shudder of true 
horror coursed through him. My God, Miriam! What... what have I done to you? 
How could she ever forgive him? She couldn't! He was certain of it. In her 
strong religious convictions, he knew, there couldn't be any absolution for 
the evil infidelity he'd committed. It would break her heart! And just the 
mere thought of it caused him to choke up like a child. 

"M-My God, Baines," Peter stammered, gaping at the man through teared eyes. 
"I-I don't know what it'll do to her... something desperate possibly... 
Listen... maybe, there's some way... Christ in heaven, Baines, I can't let 
her know this! Look... maybe, we can keep it from her... I'd almost do 
anything...!" 

"What the hell do you expect me to say?" Baines threw at him. 

"Good Lord, I don't know... but she's not to blame for my sins. She... she 
shouldn't have to suffer," Peter blurted. "Look, I know what this could do 
to her. She might do anything... that's the way she is!" Peter said, trying 
to find some compassion in this monstrous man's colorless, brutal eyes. "All 
right... I'm guilty and you've got me cold. I'll do what ever I have to... 
but please... please, have mercy on my wife. I don't care for me... only for 
her." 

"You fucking heroes make me sick," Eli Baines snarled at him. He was on his 
feet and clobbered heavily about the room. He stopped of a sudden as Peter 
watched him, glaring his ugly, scarred face toward him. "What the hell are 
you trying to say, Sheldon?" he spat suddenly, delighted with this course 
the fire-and-brim-stoner had chosen by himself. "You expecting me to cover 
up for you, after I find you here fucking hell out of that poor little 
girl?" 

Peter began by shaking his head, as if he were in torment. "I know, I 
know... it's a terrible thing I've done... but is it going to help any to 
hurt others... my Miriam... by letting her know? Think of it a moment, 
Baines. Maybe... maybe there's some way I can make it up to Sara... to her 
husband... I don't know, but I'd do anything to keep my wife... my wonderful 
Miriam from knowing what a foul animal she's married to... " 

He wept then, this young man who felt his sin deep in his heart and soul. 

Eli Baines watched him, grinning to himself inwardly at the thought of how 
he'd just fucked that wonderful young wife half to death. He rubbed the 
stubble of his beard with his hand noisily, then he walked to the small 
vanity stool and dropped onto it, causing it to groan beneath him. 

"Humph," he grunted aloud, as if in thought. His evil little eyes studied 
Peter's pathetic, anxious face. "Anything, eh?" 

Peter swallowed tightly. "Anything... that will protect Miriam. She's my 
only concern now." 

Eli Baines let a wicked half-grin stretch his mouth. He nodded. "All right, 
Reverend... maybe there is a way... but rest assured, it ain't going to be 
easy for you... " 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Peter was not home when Miriam stumbled into the house and up to their 
bedroom in the dark, throwing herself onto the bed in a state of numbed 
shock. She couldn't cry anymore. Her emotions were as drained as was her 
bruised body exhausted. But the loathing horror that continued to haunt 
her... that she couldn't shake from her tormented brain, was the complete 
feeling of sensual satisfaction her outrageously defiled body still 
experienced from the cruel and debasing ravishment Eli Baines had subjected 
her to. She had not stopped despising herself... nor would she ever, for 
surrendering so wantonly to his foul, brutal raping of her flesh. She had 
lost all control and there was no denying it. Before he had finished with 
her, she had given back as much as he was pounding into her, her brain 
steeped in the blinding passion of her own desire, her body an ungovernable 
mass of seething lust. Good God, she was nothing but a slut... a common 
whore with a strange man's hot white sperm still resting lewdly in her 
belly... 

And he wasn't finished with her yet! All of it, the entire humiliating 
debauchery had been, for her, in vain! The vile pig still had her note and 
brooch in his possession, and there was no doubt in her mind but what he 
would take them to Peter if she didn't continue to yield to his licentious 
demands. The thought of Peter finding out that she had misused church money 
to buy the furniture, then lied to him saying it was her own savings, plus 
borrowing from this evil man to cover her first wrongdoing... and pledging 
the brooch, Peter's wedding gift to her... oh God, it was more than she 
could bear. And now, the filthy monster had doubled the indebtedness with 
his unlawful calculations... Twelve-hundred dollars! Impossible! There was 
no way in the world she could meet it... yet, she dared not expose him, lest 
she expose herself! 

It... it was all just too much! She'd betrayed Peter's love, defiled her 
marriage vows... even lowered herself to the very depths of moral 
degradation! Dear God, she couldn't go on this way... couldn't face Peter 
with the thought in her mind that she had lasciviously given herself to 
another man... no matter what the extenuating circumstances. She couldn't! 
She couldn't! She'd rather die first...! 

And then, as that horrible alternative drifted through her tormented brain, 
and she weighed all of the consequences of actually destroying herself, the 
continual patter of rain against the shingles of the roof began to quiet her 
nerves, until shortly, her distraught mind eased into a weary, almost 
lethargic state, and with her exhausted body, fell into a deep needed sleep. 

* * * 

Eli Baines drove Peter home. They talked little enroute, the big man having 
laid his price for keeping silent before Peter while they were still in Sara 
Dexter's bedroom. First, Peter was to retract his proposal before the next 
town meeting that the new school be built on land the town already owned. He 
was to advise the citizenry that after careful second thought, he felt that 
Nineveh-Bend should purchase the land from Eli Baines and the school be 
built there. Without a leader, Baines had sneered, the local yokels would 
quickly fall in line. 

Peter hadn't hesitated to agree. As ignoble a deed as it was, he would 
perform it to save Miriam from learning the bitter truth of his own foul 
seduction of Sara Dexter. For himself, he no longer cared. He deserved to be 
horsewhipped... completely destroyed in public for his vile lechery... but 
any action or punishment to him, he realized, would be further cruel 
chastisement for Miriam... and he knew now if he had never known before, 
that he'd go to any lengths to protect her. My God, how he loved her! How 
could he ever been such a fool? 

Then Baines had presented the second part of his demands. Peter was to drive 
to Montreal the next night, pick up some specific merchandise and return 
with it to Mansion-House. In the meantime, he was to bring Miriam up to stay 
with Sara until he returned from his trip. That way, the big man had said, 
he'd feel confident that Peter wouldn't try anything funny. 

What he could possibly have meant by "trying anything funny," Peter couldn't 
imagine. It seemed a simple enough request, but Peter knew he disliked the 
idea of bringing the two girls together... especially in the wake of his own 
lewd act with Sara. It seemed almost as if it were an insult to Miriam... 
flaunting Sara in front of her... but he'd had no choice, only to accept. He 
could but hope that Sara would say nothing. 

"We understand each other then, eh Reverend?" Eli Baines interrupted his 
thoughts, mockingly using his title as he swung into the parsonage driveway. 

Peter nodded over at him in the faint light from the dashboard. "But you 
haven't told me what I'm to pick up in Montreal," he said, reaching for the 
door handle. 

"That's not your concern," Baines snapped. "You just do as I tell you. 
Understand?" 

Again, Peter nodded. "I understand... it's just... 

well, I don't want to get involved in something illegal... " 

Eli Baines burst into laughter. "Jesus, if you aren't something else, 
Sheldon." He shook his head as though unable to understand the younger man. 
"Here, I catch you cold, fucking another man's wife like some goddamned 
whoremaster, and now you're babbling about doing something illegal. Where 
the hell do you do-gooders get your sense of right and wrong, anyway?" 

Peter opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He didn't intend to 
answer this filthy speaking man's question, or exchange any more dialogue 
with him this night. He would do what he had to do... what he'd agreed to do 
to protect Miriam, but unless he got away from him right now, he knew he 
wouldn't be responsible for what he might attempt to do to the offensive 
creature. 

"Good night, Baines," Peter managed, starting to slam the door. 

The big man leaned toward him. "Remember, Reverend... tomorrow night, 
early... and don't forget your sweet little wife." 

"I told you... Til do as you say," Peter answered, once more starting to 
shut the vehicle door. 

"You goddamned sure better," Eli Baines growled. "Or I'll nail your reverend 
ass to a tree." 

Peter heard him laughing gruffly as he backed from the drive, and with bowed 
head he walked to the side entrance of the darkened parsonage. 

* * * 

The sound of the slamming car door awakened Miriam. She sat up on the edge 
of the bed to note that the rain still fell. She didn't know how long she 
had been sleeping, but when she saw that she still had her clothes on, she 
looked at her watch and realized not more than an hour had passed since 
she'd stumbled up the stairs and thrown herself across the bed in utter 
despair. 

Oddly enough, even though she was still nauseous with her guilt, the short 
rest had helped her see things more clearly. Her cowardly reasoning of doing 
away with herself... that there was no way she could face Peter with the 
whole horrible truth, had left her, and in its place had come the firm 
conviction that to tell him everything was the only way! Even if it meant 
the very end to their marriage... to everything she held dear, she had to 
tell him the truth... all of it... even of her carnal infidelity with Eh 
Baines. 

She heard the door into the kitchen close, and something convulsed, then 
turned over in her stomach. She stood slowly. There was no putting it off. 
If she were ever to tell him it had to be now... right now! Oh God help me 
tell him the whole truth! 

She went into the hall, turned on the light and slowly descended the stairs. 

"Miriam?" 

"Yes, Peter," she said, walking into the kitchen to see him standing with a 
glass of water in his hand, looking very pale in the artificial light from 
the single bulb that hung from the ceiling. Immediately, concern filled her. 
"Don't you feel well, Darling?" 

He looked at her, his eyes seemingly blank, almost as if he were looking 
through her. "Feel well... ? Yes, of course... I feel fine... Ifs just... 
I-I received a phone call at the church from... from my brother, Bob. He's 
in Montreal and... and I have to go up there tomorrow... tomorrow night." 

Miriam studied him, weighing his words. He had spoken so uncertainly, not at 
all like Peter. "Montreal?" she repeated. "I don't understand, Peter...?" 

He turned away from her, emptying his glass and drawing more water. "He's in 
some sort of difficulty," Peter said, sounding more sure of himself. "He 
really needs me... and I told him I'd come." 

Momentarily, Miriam was silent. Then, she said: "All right, Peter. If he 
needs you, of course you must go." 

He turned to face her once more. "I've... I've made arrangements for you to 
stay with Sara Dexter while I'm gone. I-I don't like the idea of leaving you 
alone in this house... " 

"Sara Dexter... ? You mean... up at Mansion-House?" Miriam questioned 
haltingly, a cold little lump forming at the base of her belly. 

"Yes," he replied quickly. "I'll feel better knowing you're safe with 
someone... " 

"But I'll be perfectly fine right here, Peter... " 

"No!" he snapped. "I told you... I have it all arranged. Now... let's not 
argue about it, Miriam." 

Again, she studied the almost haggard expression on her husband's blanched 
face. She had never seen him look so oppressed and gaunt. "Peter... are you 
sure you're feeling all right? You're not ill, are you...?" 

"No, no, I feel fine. I'm... I'm just upset over Bob is all," he lied, 
taking a swallow of the water and setting down the glass. Then, it was as if 
he had really seen her for the first time... "How come you're not undressed 
and in bed? It's after midnight!" 

"I-I laid down on the bed and fell asleep," Miriam heard herself answer him. 
"Peter... I want to talk to you... about something... " 

He came close to her, placing his hands gently upon her upper arms, 
squeezing them tenderly. She watched his eyes soften and a sad little 
half-smile tug at his thin, handsome mouth. 

"Please, Honey... not tonight," he said softly. 

"But... " 

"When I come back from Montreal... we'll talk then, Darling," he said, his 
eyes searching deeply into her own, and for an instant she feared that he 
would read her guilt there and a twinge of panic rippled through her. He 
bent his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I love you, Miriam," he 
whispered. "I love you more than you'll ever know." 

There was something almost lamentable in his sincerity, causing a painful 
little constriction to seize at her throat Dear God, how she loved him! She 
read the troubled concern in his eyes and suddenly realized that she had 
almost brought him more. She couldn't tell him now! Something... what ever 
this thing that had to do with his brother was, was weighing him down 
terribly. He needed anything but to hear the horror of her misdeeds. She 
lifted her face, moved up on tip-toe and returned his gentle kiss with one 
of her own. 

"I love you too, Peter... no matter what... and I'll always love you... no 
matter what," she whispered. 

"No... no matter what...?" he repeated, a little flicker of pain crossing 
his face. 

"I-I swear it, my darling." 

He sighed and backed away from her, letting free of her arms. "It's getting 
late... you'd better go up to bed. I've got a little work in the study to 
do. I'll be along in a few minutes." 

She wanted him to take her into his arms and hold her tight... to lay beside 
him in their bed, his strong body close to hers, to feel the strength and 
sureness of him... "Can I wait for you...?" 

"You better not. I-I might be quite late," he said, and she knew there was 
no pleading with him. 

Whatever it was, he was greatly troubled. She said no more, but watched him 
walk slightly bent forward along the hallway to his alcove. Then, alone, she 
reluctantly climbed the stairs, her mind filling again with her own ugly 
situation. Oh Lord, what am I going to do? 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Eli Baines lay back comfortably in his big chair and puffed at his cigar. He 
didn't know about these young ones they were taking in. But, hell, that 
wasn't his worry. He looked about the smoke filled room at his five male 
guests who were relaxing in similar leisure, smoking his cigars and drinking 
his brandy, following the dinner they had just been served by his pet, Sara. 
He grinned to himself as he thought how many times she had had her ass 
pinched and a hand shoved up into her crotch as she served these 
well-dressed, hard faced men. But damn her, she hadn't seemed to mind it too 
much; in fact, he felt quite sure she'd been looking forward to this little 
jamboree. Well, he thought, there was a time when he might have minded her 
reactions, but not since his little blonde bitch, the Mrs. Reverend, had 
spread 'em for him. There'd never been anything like that luscious creature 
in his lifetime... and he had both she and her husband right by the 
intricate parts. 

Frankly, he was getting a little tired of Sara and having that imbecile 
husband of hers around anyway. He was due for a change. Not that he didn't 
intend for his friends to share his sweet little preacher's wife... hell, 
they were going to drop him a quarter of a million dollars before this night 
was over... once the Reverend returned from Montreal; a little sharing was 
the least he could do. Besides, a good gang-shag sometimes brought the best 
out in a reluctant broad like her. And he needed the best. After all, he was 
the one in exile, the poor sucker with a murder rap hanging over his head. 
Maybe it was twenty years old, but if the law knew where to lay its hands on 
Eli "the Stitch" Bainetti, it would be as if it were yesterday in some 
Queens courtroom. 

But he couldn't complain too much. The syndicate had been good to him, 
helped him cover and set himself up. And it wasn't too bad in this 
wilderness... as long's you had a little cunt to keep you warm on the cold 
winter nights. Still, he couldn't help but think of the place at the 
big-table he'd have right now if he hadn't lost his head and shot that over 
ambitious cop. 

Anyway, he was holding his little blonde sweetheart back as the surprise of 
the evening. He wanted these big-time operators to know how lush and ripe 
the fruit grew in this forlorn country. Sara was keeping her under wraps in 
her apartment, on the other side of the dining room door, gradually 
squeezing a little booze into her. And well did he know how little it took 
to set her off. Hell, she'd only had a couple of brandies and a glass or two 
of absinthe last night, but goddamn, she'd certainly gone wild once he'd 
gotten into her. Of course, she was going to renege on that absinthe 
tonight, so he'd instructed Sara to switch to Pernod. He laughed to himself 
as he sucked at his cigar. 

"What's getting to you, Eli?" Frank Certi grinned over at him. "You look 
like the cat that ate it." 

"Maybe I am," the big man said. 

"Yeahhh... don't blame you. You're set up all right here," said Frank Certi. 
"Booze, a broad, none of the hustle. How do you rate it?" 

"I live clean." Baines said and grinned at him. 

They all laughed. 

One called Chico Rodrieques, said: "What you got for entertainment, Eli? 
They tell me you put on quite a show here." 

"I'll think of something," the big man said. 

Again, the laughter. 

"Tell me," the third man, a younger one called John Rhodes asked, "How'd you 
get the slice on your face, Eli? It looks like the old Blackhand squealer 
mark." 

Eli Baines froze tight in his chair. Had a pin dropped in the room, it could 
have been detected. The fact was, the young man had touched the plexus of 
the truth. Eli Baines' scar represented his breaking beneath police pressure 
in his early years, and the incrimination of an associate in a warehouse 
robbery. Later, he had been marked for that. 

"I'm going to forget you said that, punk. You're a guest... now just make 
sure you don't forget it again... else you might not live to see the party, 
eh?" 

"S-sorry man... didn't mean any harm," John Rhodes, a thin faced, nervous 
young man from Detroit apologized. He grinned forcibly. "Live and learn, 
eh?" 

Eli Baines grinned back. "Learn... and live," he replied evenly. 

* * * 

Miriam had tried to talk Peter out of his insistence that she stay with Sara 
Dexter at Masion-House, but he bad been emphatic about it. It was not Sara 
that she feared, but being under the same roof with Eh' Baines, even though 
she realized that he had demanded she return again this night... or else. 
Now, she was glad she had come. At least, she had returned as he ordered, in 
fact, was in his very house, but she had Sara now, beside her, and the 
filthy man was not apt to try anything in front of his housekeeper. She'd 
complied with his demands by being here, but to make any move toward her 
would surely give him away to Sara. She felt quite smug and confident, 
accepting Sara's proffered cocktails with a somewhat forbidden little 
delight. 

She was not a drinker, but enjoyed several martinis with her girl-friend, 
then made herself another according to Sara's measurements while the latter 
was serving dinner in the next room to Eli's guests. Miriam couldn't imagine 
who would ever come to see this huge, filthy man, but certainly the men she 
had seen were well-dressed, even though they had borne some rather harsh, 
questionable expressions on their faces. Of course, she'd only caught 
glimpses of a couple of them through the window, as they arrived, but there 
seemed a certain uneasiness about them the way they kept looking around, 
then slinking toward the house. She supposed that was just her own 
imagination... too much television, perhaps. 

Later, she'd had several glasses of a liquor called Pernod with Sara, a 
delicious drink that seemed to warm her through and through, and for the 
first time in several days she felt completely at ease. As a matter of fact, 
she found herself wishing Peter were present... at least still in town, for 
the little exciting sensations coming alive in her pelvic regions suggested 
desire, and there was hardly any way she could satisfy that alone... and on 
second thought, even with her darling, Peter. 

She grew morose automatically. God! What does a girl do? Sara poured her a 
fourth or fifth glass and sat down beside her on the davenport. 

"What's wrong, honey?" Sara asked, reaching for her hand and holding it 
between her own. "You gettin' funny feelings?" 

Miriam stared at the dark-haired, lovely girl who had been her friend since 
her arrival in Nineveh-Bend. "Yes... as a matter of fact, I am. I wish my 
husband was here... " She laughed lightly. "I-I feel just a little bit 
wild... know what I mean?" 

Sara smiled at her. "I know," she said softly. "And I'm glad you feel that 
way... It's going to make it easier, more pleasurable... actually, more 
wonderful for you," the dark-haired girl said, her deep brown eyes coming 
alive with scintillating lights that resembled a display of fire-works to 
Miriam. 

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Miriam questioned, looking from her eyes to 
her other features individually and overall, suddenly deciding there was 
something in Sara Dexter's face she had never before seen. 

The tall brunette who sat beside her, laughed, but it was a warm suggestive 
laugh. She said: "In a second, they're going to call me in there. You watch 
through the little window of the dining room door. And... and don't get 
frightened, Darling." 

Miriam listened to all of this and stared at the other girl. She began 
shaking her head in confusion... finally saying: "I-I don't understand, 
Sara." 

Sara laughed as she jumped up and began to peel the clothing from herself. 
Miriam watched wide-eyed as the other stripped, and completely nude and 
lovely, went to a closet and brought out a flimsy, long-flowing veil-like, 
gauzy gown; she slipped it over her head, then did several pirouettes in the 
center of the room, barefooted. 

"We could call it the dance of the seven veils," Sara said, a sudden little 
laugh emitting from her. 

"Sara! What're you doing? I don't understand... " Miriam mumbled, shaking 
her head and watching the other girl who seemed so full of laughter and 
excitement. 

Once more, Sara's voice filled the room. "Just watch me, girl. Just watch!" 

Miriam started to speak as the door opened and Eli Baines stood there. He 
was grinning, the cigar in his mouth, looking at both of them. "You ready, 
baby?" he said to Sara. 

"Never more so," the tall, black-haired girl replied, then rushed from the 
room into where all the men sat, and then, Miriam heard the music from the 
stereo... wild, tempoed music, and before the door could swing closed she 
saw Sara swirl, the skirt of her flimsy gown spinning high to her very hips, 
the winking blur of her dark-haired pubic patch and her white buttocks 
whirling madly in a kaleidoscope of sensual delight. 

The huge bulk of Eli Baines lumbered forward toward Miriam! He laid his 
cigar onto a plate that sat on the table, and Miriam whimpered before he 
ever reached down and caught her tiny wrist in his big hand, pulling her up 
to him. 

"You're cute tonight," he said, grinning. 

"Oh... oil, please don't," she begged, as he rubbed his hand over her face. 
He laughed, at the same time taking both of her tiny wrists in one hand, 
then with the other, he raised her skirt until her thighs were naked before 
him. 

"Oh God, please... please don't humiliate me again!" Miriam pleaded in a 
soft whimper. 

Ignoring her, he brushed his coarse hand over the soft, smooth flesh of her 
thighs, raising the skirt higher to let him slip his great hand down inside 
the waist band of her white, nylon panties, cupping the soft, warm fleece of 
her pubic mound, his thick middle finger forcing itself between the tight 
lips of her moist, pink cunt... slipping down to taunt the soft fleshy lips 
and mouth of her vagina, then trailing slowly up between the soft petals 
that enshrouded her clitoris. He dwelt there momentarily; twitching his 
heavy finger against the elongating bud, until he was satisfied that she was 
ready to scream in shocking torment. 

Baines held her tightly, having twisted her around until her buttocks were 
pressed against the heavy bulge in the front of his pants, both of her small 
wrists held viselike in his one huge hand while the other continued its 
obscene fondling and fingering of her sensitive, moistening pussy. 

"You like that, baby?" he grinned down wickedly from above and behind her, 
and even though Miriam could not see him, she well knew the expression on 
that scarred, brutal face. He snickered lewdly. "Old daddy knows how to get 
the best out of that little cunt doesn't he?" 

Miriam squirmed uncontrollably in terror and humiliation back against him, 
her full round buttocks grinding beneath his attack against the hardening 
flesh of his huge, stiffening rod, as he continued to swatch his thick 
middle finger up and down between the soft hair-lined flanges of her cunt, 
gouging a little deeper into the cringing vaginal opening and causing her to 
shiver from the sudden, shocking sensation. 

It had all begun and happened so quickly that her drink fogged mind could 
not comprehend it... and she had felt so safe, so secure with Sara... then 
suddenly, without warning, this horror again... 

"Oh please... please don't," Miriam pleaded with him, her brain steeped with 
shame as he continued to torment the tender moist pink opening, then again 
slid his finger through the velvety, wet flesh to the bud of her clitoris 
and tweaked at it until she thought she would go mad. Oh why in God's name 
had Peter insisted she stay here? What was going to happen now? Who were 
these men... ? And Sara... God Almighty, what had suddenly happened to her? 

Abruptly, Eli Baines lifted her with his arm still encircling her waist and 
holding her wrists, while his other huge hand cupped her naked crotch in his 
huge hand like a saddle, and he carried her to the door with the small 
window that looked into the room beyond. 

"I want you to see the show, honey," he said into her ear, as again his 
finger began its violation of her un-wanting, but defenseless genitals, and 
she cringed in helpless shame back against him, tears of rage suddenly 
welling from her eyes to stream down her cheeks as she couldn't help but 
look through the glass thrust in front of her face and see the now naked 
body of Sara Dexter stretched out on the rug in the middle of the floor, her 
thighs wide-spread invitingly before one of the hard-faced men who stood 
between her legs almost at her feet, stripping the clothing from himself 
while the others... three of whom had their backs to her... leaned forward 
to watch eagerly. 

"That's Frank Certi, baby," Baines whispered to her. "He's going to fuck her 
first... but you watch, because old Frank is one of the meanest men in the 
world when he gets that cock of his into a cunt." 

"Oh, please, please... don't use those filthy words," Miriam pleaded, her 
brain reeling from the liquor she had foolishly drank and the sudden 
debasing position she again found herself in with this vile brute of a man. 
But even as she begged, she felt the electrifying sensations the very 
lewdness of his words sent spiraling through her, while between her thighs 
his thick finger worked cocklike up and down the soft, tingling flesh of her 
pink vulva, between the tight, hair-lined lips of her defenseless moistened 
split. 

As Miriam watched through the little pane of glass she saw the now nude body 
of Frank Certi between Sara's wide-spread legs, saw him bend down over her 
and begin running his lips and tongue wetly up and down her white curvaceous 
body. She watched in spellbound disbelief as he sucked her erect, heaving 
breasts into quivering hardness, then drew his moist tongue downward over 
the flat table of her jerking belly to her soft, round inner thighs. 
Suddenly, Sara moved into a slow writhing under his hot, wet, tongue-lashing 
caresses, her long fingers hooking into his hair, endeavoring to guide his 
lips toward the tight pink slit she was presenting up to him. 

Miriam involuntarily leaned forward in the big man's grasp, her nose almost 
flattened against the cool glass, her tears ceasing now, horrified by the 
shocking sight taking place before her. It couldn't be! That was Sara 
Dexter, the church organist... her own best friend! Lying there obscenely 
beneath this hard faced man who was subjecting her naked, squirming body to 
the most depraved and lewd violations... and seemingly enraptured by his 
every further vile move. 

Miriam tried to look away but couldn't... the deplorable sight was 
hypnotizing her. She had never even imagined before what it would be like to 
watch two people make love, or engage in sex in any way, and now that it was 
taking place right before her eyes, and to her own best friend, it was 
almost as if it were happening to herself. And as she stared, engulfed in a 
mixture of repugnance and growing, wicked excitement, the un-welcomed thick 
finger insinuated within the moist tight split at her crotch continued its 
obscene taunting play. 

'Tie's going to suck her cunt first," Eli Baines whispered lewdly down into 
her ear, letting her wrists free now, his big hand unbuttoning her blouse to 
slip inside and cup her erect, full breasts. He forced the thin, lacy bra up 
to allow the right one to burst free into his hand and he gave a sudden hard 
pinch against the soft, rubbery nipples sending a flash of pain mixed with 
pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low, 
helpless groan. 

"Oh... please... please don't hurt me," Miriam pleaded again. 

Baines chuckled softly. "You watch," he replied. "Frank's going to suck her 
cunt before he fucks her." 

"Y-Yes," Miriam heard herself stammer, his lewd words strangely exciting 
her. 

She continued to stare in a semi-intoxicated state, the thought occurring to 
her that Sara had a beautiful body... and there she lay, offering it in open 
sacrifice, up to the lust-contorted face of that evil man. He had evidently 
worked her to a fever-pitch, for Sara's mouth hung open wide in sudden 
ecstatic rapture... her dark, sparkling eyes now glazed and gaping upward 
into nothingness. Frank Certi lifted himself over her rising and falling 
belly, his face only inches above her soft pubic mound below. His hands lay 
on the smooth flat plane of her stomach with his thumbs pressed into the 
fleshy outer flanges of her cunt-lips. Miriam sucked in her own stomach 
gaspingly as his thumbs massaged a moment, then pulled outward slowly, 
parting the soft pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of Sara's 
vagina. The delicate bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, twitching into 
hardness a fraction above the stretched elastic entrance of her vaginal 
opening. The erotic sight caused Miriam to subconsciously writhe her own 
buttocks back against the bulge of Eli Baines' swollen member inside his 
pants. And simultaneously, the big man sent his thick finger sliding up 
inside her now dilating, moist passage, rising a moan of deep felt, 
ignominious pleasure from her throat, as she watched Frank Certi's head drop 
and his long, wet tongue snake out to flick teasingly at the palpitating 
tiny nub of raw nerve ends at the top of Sara's widely exposed cuntal slit. 

Miriam gasped as Sara's body jerked at the shocking contact, causing her 
legs to clamp tightly about the attacking head, the soft inner thighs 
claiming it in a viselike squeeze. And suddenly, her hips began a rhythmic 
up and down movement to the taunting explorations of his lashing tongue. 
Miriam could hear the soft mewling noises gurgling up from Sara's throat and 
the gasps of the hard-faced onlookers as the girl slipped into a fit-full 
entrancement of ungovernable lust, and the upper portion of her body writhed 
insanely while her crotch danced wildly up against his face. 

Miriam's mouth fell slowly open as she watched Sara squirm lustfully to the 
depraved sucking of her loins, while her own hips ground sensuously down 
onto the thick agitating finger Eli Baines had not stopped sawing up into 
her own passion mounting cunt. The sweet licorice taste of the Pernod moved 
lazily through her bloodstream heightening the sudden uncontrolled 
sensations that now coursed through her body against her will. She clenched 
her eyes tightly shut for a moment, struggling against the maddening 
fermentations with all of her strength, but the soft pinching of his teasing 
fingers against her throbbing nipple, and the thrusting of his thick finger 
into her hot, moist vagina brought forth soft moans of helpless submission 
to her lips. 

A wave of humiliating shame again penetrated the glazed wall of desire her 
alcohol steeped brain had allowed his maddening caresses of her breasts and 
vagina to let overwhelm her, but it was only a fleeting experience and she 
sucked in a groan of pleasure as his finger continued to slide in and out of 
her wet and slippery passage, made so from the unwanted rising passion 
suddenly beginning to permeate her whole being. Her very reasoning seemed to 
be deserting her, leaving nothing but the building carnal pressures within 
her desire-wracked body. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, yet she could not 
for the life of her determine why. She was wet between her legs and her hips 
were squirming in involuntary rhythm down onto the thick finger pummeling 
into her delighted crotch. 

Again, she watched in wide-eyed wonder as her buttocks undulated of their 
own volition back against Eli Baines' throbbing, still covered, huge shaft, 
and she saw Frank Certi's lips crawling up Sara's squirming body. They 
worked their way along slowly, pausing here and there at soft, sensitive 
spots to allow a quick flick of his snaking tongue, each one raising further 
groans of pleasure and frustration from between Sara's clenched teeth. It 
was then, for the first time, that she noticed his thick, heavy cock 
protruding from his hairy crotch. It looked as hard and mean as a rod of 
ironwood, sprearing out from the mass of jet-black-pubic hair covering his 
lean, muscular belly. It seemed to her enormously thick, yet she doubted 
even in her dulled brain that it would match the one throbbing between her 
buttocks at this moment; still she shuddered as she watched it hover above 
Sara's wide-spread vagina Miriam was certain he was going to ram it into her 
then, but he didn't. Instead, he slid slowly up along her sweat-filmed body 
and straddled her full breasts. She could see the bulging hillocks of flesh 
squeeze out from beneath Frank Certi's buttocks as he sank down on her 
breasts, pressing them flat onto her chest. His thick, heavy cock jutted 
forth erectly from his belly, with the chunky, purplish head scant inches 
above Sara's wet, gasping lips. Then, all of a sudden, the hard-faced man 
reached behind him with one hand to Sara's still writhing crotch, slipping 
his long middle finger between her wide open thighs, into the slippery 
depths of her wet, pink slit... skewering her just as Eli Baines was at this 
moment inside the moist pink flanges of her own tingling pussy. 

Sara jerked as he routed it around inside her, teasing the lubricous, tender 
walls until Miriam saw her begin to pant and gasp, finally breathing a groan 
of complete surrender to the lascivious pillaging her naked body was 
submitting to. 

Miriam watched her trying to squirm from beneath the tormenting attack, but 
the man's knees were holding her shoulders and arms tight to the floor. She 
was completely subjugated to his slightest whim. A lewd, almost sadistic 
grin stretched his thin mouth as he reached down with his other hand and 
stroked the underside of the head of his prick in a slow taunting oval 
around Sara's open lips. Her tongue suddenly lashed out greedily from 
between her white, even teeth, licking hungrily at the tiny orifice in its 
tip. Miriam's own tongue ran the length of her Lips as she saw a thin string 
of the white lubricant that seeped from the opening cling to Sara's tongue 
and stretch across her open mouth. She was straining upward and forward with 
her head, the cords in her neck standing out as she tried to suck and 
capture the teasing shaft into her mouth. Frank Certi laughed above her, 
keeping it just from her reach, allowing but the tip of her tongue to lick 
up and down the underside along the semen coated ridge underneath Sara 
coughed and strained until Miriam found herself laboring with her. 

Now, her own breathing was matching in rhythm Sara's beneath the teasing 
cock. The muscles in her own body were as tense as a preying cat as she 
responded almost animalistically to the sensual arousement of Eh Baines' 
huge hands fondling and fucking into her. She had hardly felt it when he 
decided to strip her panties from her uncontrollable rocking loins, then her 
blouse, bra, skirt... until she stood cradled in front of him completely 
naked and behind her he bad unleashed the length of his mighty cock from his 
trousers for her to absorb in downward length back between her soft, 
quivering buttocks like a great teeter-tottering log. It's rigid hugeness 
was pressed deep into the sweat moistened crevice of her behind, throbbing 
unbelievably. She ground back against and onto it, imprisoned licentiously 
between it and the thrusting thick finger teasing deep in her vagina. 

Baines had begun a gentle rocking motion that her ungovernable body had 
quickly responded to, one in cadence to Frank Certi's jerking hand fucking 
into Sara's writhing crotch before them. 

Then, came a guttural noise from the depths of Sara's throat as the 
hard-faced man with a sadistic grimace, brutally caught at her long black 
hair, jerking her head erect, at the same time ramming forward, shoving his 
mean, thick cock deep into her mouth, the lust-inflated head nearly choking 
her. Miriam saw her catch at her breath, as she struggled with the huge 
instrument buried between her clasping lips... then, she watched as the girl 
began to suck at it voraciously, as if this moment with his huge, brutal 
cock shoved deep into her mouth was the culmination of all the erotic bliss 
she had been anticipating. 

Frank Certi raised to his knees abruptly, jerking her head even more onto 
his prick as he plunged his finger into her crotch cruelly, buffeting her 
body back and forth viciously between his legs. 

Miriam groaned aloud in distraught fascination as Sara sucked with 
elasticated lips glued toward the heavy prick fucking into her mouth. Her 
cheeks hollowed as he withdrew the mean, lengthy shaft, and bloated 
obscenely each time he drove cruelly into her face. Her eyes had become 
glassy, almost animal-like in a wild lust that Miriam had never dreamed 
existed. Its very crudeness raised a groan to her own lips, her tiny tongue 
once more lashing out against their wet fullness as she sensed the hot 
fluids of her own passage wetting her thighs and the big man's pummeling 
hand that had never ceased its continuous thrusting deep up inside her. 

Then, through the glass, she watched a second man enter the picture, pull 
away his clothes and his lesser sized penis stand out rigidly from his lean, 
young body as he grinned excitedly down at the man and woman on the floor. 

"Johnny Rhodes," Baines whispered to her. "A no-good little prick... but you 
watch Sara squirm when she gets his cock up into her while she sucks Frank." 

Miriam groaned at just the thought of his words as Frank Certi suddenly 
climbed off Sara and ordered her onto her knees. She seemed not to hesitate 
a moment as Certi knelt before her, once more plunging his cock deep into 
her receptive mouth and the one called Johnny Rhodes dropped down to crawl 
up behind her straining buttocks and lick moistly up and down the entire 
length of her sweating crevice, stopping abruptly to flick the tip of his 
tongue into the tightly puckered ring of her anus. 

"Oh God," Miriam moaned aloud as she watched the tantalizing licking invade 
Sara's whole crotch, teasing at her like Satan himself. She quivered and 
drove her own buttocks unconsciously back tighter against Eli's massive 
throbbing cock between her buttocks and thighs, squirming uncontrollably 
down onto his ever plunging finger skewering into her slippery vagina. Dear 
God, there's nothing in this whole world like this feeling! Oh Peter... 
Peter! 

Then, in spite of her own feelings, she stared unbelievingly as Sara reached 
back between her legs and closed her hand over the second prick ready to 
surge into her. She placed the blunt, throbbing head against the tight 
elastic opening of her wide-spread vagina, then she was lunged forward with 
the force of his brutal thrust, groaning loudly around Frank Certi's cock 
embedded in her mouth as the one belonging to Johnny Rhodes plunged 
unmercifully into her widely exposed cunt from behind, his balls slapping 
wetly against the gaping pink aperture in her crotch. 

Eli Baines chuckled once more from behind and above her, flexing his heavy 
cock between her buttocks and thighs and hearing her responsive throaty 
purl. He said: "And just think, baby, the party hasn't even started yet. The 
main attraction hasn't arrived." 

His words made little sense to her, the sensations swirling through her 
naked body completely destroying her every power of reasoning. Her alcohol 
drugged mind had lost any inhibition it might ever have claimed and she was 
hardly aware of anything but that she rode on the length of his huge 
thrusting cock between her legs, and that his thick finger was bringing 
continual delight to her crotch. And... and then, the door was being pushed 
open by the weight of her own body, suddenly swept up in the hands of this 
man... and she was being carried into the room where Sara Dexter on hands 
and knees was being ravished at both ends of her body... 

"Well... here it is boys! The surprise of the evening," Eh Baines was 
saying, lowering her to the floor on her back. "She might give you a little 
trouble, but I expect you can take care of that." 

Gruff laughter, whistles, 'ohs' and 'ahs' filled the room, and then someone 
said: "Same old story, eh Baines... about saving the best 'til last?" 

More laughter. 

Miriam groveled on the floor in her nakedness, trying to sit up and work 
herself to her feet. Dear God, he had deceived her! In the back of her mind, 
she realized, he was giving her to the mercy of these men she had never 
before seen in her life. Oh... Oh! 

Suddenly, her head was jerked backward by a hand entangled in her hair and 
the shock jarred her brutally from the glazed half-depths of the velvet 
alcohol induced shadows. 

"Miriam! Jesus Christ, Miriam!" a male voice exclaimed. 

She fell back, legs half-spread obscenely, elbows resting upon the floor and 
tried to focus on the face above her. A male voice had called her name 
familiarly... a voice she thought she remembered. The blur above her slowly 
began to attain features. She strained hard... associating voice with memory 
and swaying, elongated face... At last... 

Dear God! "Rick!" Rick Gilardo, her high school sweetheart! "Wh-what are you 
doing...?" 

She never finished, only turned away in her semi-stupor, the tears once more 
welling up from her eyes to gush down the sides of her face onto the carpet 
"Know her?" Eli Baines addressed the young, well-dressed rep from 
Connecticut. 

"Yeah... I know her... She owes me a debt... a real, real debt" Baines 
laughed. "You too, eh?" 

Rick Gilardo looked to the big man, his young features suddenly tight, his 
eyes narrowed. He said: "I bow to sonority... but I ask you all to give me a 
real shot at this one... for old time's sake." 

Once more, Eli Baines laughed heartily. He nodded. "Go ahead, kid, have your 
fill. You can't wear it out anyway." 

A heavy laughter filled the room from the others, appreciating their host's 
vile humor, and Miriam rolled her head in despair, her clouded vision once 
more encompassing the sight and sounds of the three naked bodies not a foot 
away from her... Sara on her knees, her sucking mouth absorbing Frank 
Certi's long, mean shaft deep into her throat, little humming noises coming 
from her chest incessantly, as between her widespread buttocks from behind, 
the one called Johnny Rhodes battered his lean cock deep into her 
unresisting cunt. 

"Well... go ahead, kid," Miriam distinguished Eli Baines' gruff voice. 
"We're giving you first shot." 

Then, she made out the tall form of Rick standing at her feet, stripping his 
clothes away, his cruel handsome face twisted in a lewd, evil grin that 
forewarned of what she could expect was to come. 

"Oh no... no!" Miriam cried out in shamed horror, as again she tried to 
squirm dizzily to her feet... but then other hands caught hold of her and 
she was roughly dragged back down to the floor and held there, arms 
outstretched on either side by two of the men whose identities no longer 
mattered to her. 

Oh, dear God, Jesus in heaven! The vilest of all subjugations, of all 
humiliations is about to happen to me... and there's nothing I can do... I'm 
completely at their mercy... at Rick's mercy... and I know how he hates me 
for not marrying him! Oh... Peter, Peter... why did you bring me here? 
Please come... ? Please... please! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"How do you want it, damn you... suck or fuck?" Rick Gilardo spat down at 
her viciously as he dropped onto his knees between her feet and Miriam began 
to rock her head back and forth in utter abasement, tears of both rage and 
humiliation welling from her eyes to dampen her temples and the wisps of 
silken blonde hair that grew there. She tried to clutch her thighs tight 
together and squirm away, even kicking at him with her feet, but then, Eli 
Baines and another joined in, grabbing at her ankles and pulling them wide 
apart until she lay spread-eagle before and beneath him... this man she had 
jilted, and whom she knew held only malice for her. 

"She sure don't like you, Gilardo," Eli Baines said, laughing and pulling 
the leg he held even further toward him, until her golden, hair-covered 
crotch and the pink slit that the soft gilded-down laced, opened a fraction 
before the greedy male eyes hungrily raking her naked, voluptuous curves. 

"She shouldn't," Rick Gilardo said bitterly, his hands dropping to stroke 
his thick, rigid cock as he walked on his knees closer into the V of her 
luscious, imprisoned body. "She was supposed to marry me. But she did a 
run-out on me for a goddamned preacher. Now... now, I get even!" 

"You mean... she threw you over for that collar-twisted creep she's married 
to?" Baines questioned in disbelief. 

"She did, all right... and all I want is to show her what she passed up." 

Baines laughed heartily, the others joining in. "Okay, Gilardo," he said. 
"You're entitled to it. Go get her... we'll keep score, eh boys?" 

Miriam heard the conversation and continued to roll her head in abject 
horror. Oh God, God! Help me now! The pleas raced through her befogged brain 
as Rick threw himself forward onto her soft, cringing body, clutching at her 
full, erect breasts with clawlike hands, brutally twisting and pressing the 
tender white flesh, moving one hand down to her thighs to repeat the 
performance there, his face poised above her own, waiting for her to stop 
her moving head as she must do eventually. She did. 

"Rick...! Oh God, Rick... don't, don't do this to me?" Miriam begged, and he 
plunged his mouth down onto hers, chewing at her lips savagely with his 
sharp, square teeth, while his fingers gnarled her left nipple painfully and 
the other hand dug into the flesh of her soft, white, inner thigh. 

"I-I told you I'd get even... but I never dreamed it'd be this soon," he 
hissed down at her. "Okay... once more, how do you want it? Suck or fuck, 
you two-timing little bitch?" 

And then, the voice of Sara Dexter penetrated the wall of horror, and once 
more Miriam was stunned into sheer disbelief. 

"Fuck her first!" Sara was saying. "Let her do her sucking later. Fuck her 
the way her stupid husband fucked me last night Ram it right up into her 
tits! And I want to watch this... you blonde bitch!" 

In the maze of faces and bodies, Miriam found Sara, still on her knees only 
inches from her, a wet, white string of viscid fluid dribbling down her 
chin, her naked body poised on all fours as her sparkling dark eyes seemed 
to dance at the torture Miriam was about to undergo. She couldn't believe 
it! Sara was her friend! Yet... yet... she'd said something about Peter and 
her... last night! Oh, dear God! No! No! Don't let it be true! Oh... Oh...! 

She opened her eyes wide and looked down at Rick's thick, rigid shaft, it's 
blunt scarlet head pointed toward her menacingly. Dully, she thought, she 
had never remembered it as being this way that night they came so close in 
his car... even though she hardly remembered it at all... so big, so ugly 
looking, standing forward stiffly... waiting to plunge into her helpless 
unreceptive vagina...! 

Oh God, no... no! 

Once more, she tried desperately to fight with her arms and legs, but the 
strong unyielding hands holding her made her attempts futile. She cried out, 
but no one listened, and her eyes flicked closed again as if to shut away 
this horrible and unbelieving defilement of her helpless body. Again, she 
felt Rick fasten his wet, hungry mouth to her hardened nipple and his teeth 
sink cruelly into the erect, sensitive flesh. She groaned loudly with the 
agony, failing her head once more... and then she felt his weight lifting 
off her... 

"Turn her over," Rick was saying, his breath coming harshly as he raised to 
his knees once more. "I want this to be something she won't forget for one 
hell of a long time." 

Baines chuckled and signaled the others with a nod of his head, as 
helplessly Miriam was flopped over unceremoniously onto her belly, the tears 
still streaming down her face in despairing indignation. 

"H-Hold her until I get it in," Rick said nervously, his voice quivering 
with the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this girl who 
should by all rights be his wife at this moment How many nights had she sent 
him home with his groin aching because he had respected her wish that they 
wait for their marriage bed? 

Well, he'd waited... and somebody else had crawled into it... after she'd 
walked out on him... almost broken him up all together... until stupid Beth 
Evans had sunk her clutches into him on the rebound, blinding him with her 
promiscuous ass, and prodding him until now he was into the rackets up to 
his neck. And it was all her fault, this luscious bitch who had two-timed 
him 

who lay helplessly spread out on her belly before him completely naked, and 
his long, thick cock ached like it had never ached in all his life. Christ, 
how he was going to enjoy this! 

He dropped heavily onto the full length of her, forcing the breath from her 
lungs with the sudden shock of his weight, his face pressing into the clean 
soft odor of her blonde hair that he so well remembered. 

Miriam winced under the attack, struggling weakly, but the unseen hands were 
holding her fast. Her arms were outstretched and held in a viselike, 
unbreakable grip. Her legs too, were held wide open to him, yet, she could 
feel his knees slowly and relentlessly forcing a harsh pressure to spread 
them further; scraping the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. 

She strained with all her power to close them but it was hopeless. Again, 
she gasped, the breath bursting from her lungs, until at last she buried her 
face into the nap of the carpeting, her resistance all but broken. A soft, 
helpless moan escaped her as she felt the hardness of his penis make warm, 
wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, 
insinuating the full length of it along the narrow wide-stretched crevice of 
her buttocks. Her shoulders were being held down tight to the floor so that 
her struggles were limited to her lower regions. Her buttocks squirmed and 
twisted beneath him, inciting his vengeful lust even more so. 

"Raise up on your knees, sweetheart... for old time sake," he hissed 
venomously down into her hair. 

She tried to stiffen her body more and pressed tighter against the floor. 
Bitter tears of anger and fear continued to dribble down her cheeks as she 
felt his smooth, naked skin against her own, covering the entire length of 
her prostrate body. She tried not to move after his command, knowing 
whatever she did now would only worsen her position. Suddenly, harsh hands 
raised her hips while another held to the back of her neck, holding her face 
and breasts tight to the floor, until her buttocks were lifted high to him 
and she made a momentary but fruitless effort to lurch forward and flatten 
them as the hand holding her neck tightened mercilessly, pushing her head 
downward against the hard floor until she feared her neck might snap. 

"Now, just hold it right up there baby," a voice ordered cruelly, "else, 
I'll crack a vertebrae or two." 

Miriam heard Sara laugh along with several of the men, causing further agony 
of utter hopeless despair to dig at the pit of her stomach. She relaxed, 
ceasing her struggles. It was useless to fight them... they would force her 
to give in the end, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible 
humiliation and submission to their every obscene desire. Her body was a 
helpless piece of flesh to be used as they wanted in their animalistic 
search for satisfaction... fiendish, brutal satisfaction that wouldn't stop 
until they had spurted their hot, sticky sperm deep inside her soft and 
resilient body that was now almost beyond all resistance and care. 

Peter had deserted her! Sara had bed... led her on into this vile trap to be 
ravished like some common slut... but why, she did not know. And now, 
Rick... Rick, whom, once she thought she had loved, was preparing to rape 
her! Dear God, she was all alone... completely defenseless... helpless 
before them! There was nothing... absolutely nothing, she could do...! 

Kneeling behind her, Rick gazed down at the full white moons of her lovely 
buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, his eyes seething in 
hot, uncontrollable desire. Christ, he couldn't believe it! He had never 
seen them before... only dreamed of the erotic sight. God, how he had wanted 
her those three years... but never any more than he did right now. His balls 
tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow, teasing 
slit swaying in the air before him right now, without any further 
hesitation. But he wouldn't! No... he'd waited too long to get her like this 
to repay her for what she'd done to him... helpless and kneeling like a 
slave in front of him... he had to get the most from it! 

The others, with the exception of Baines, were prodding him, but Rick held 
himself back, purposely torturing his ego a little more, building his 
anticipation for that moment when he would thrust forward and slide his 
throbbing, hard cock deep between the full white orbs of that proud little 
ass swinging gently and defeated before him. Oh Christ, did she have it 
coming to her... he wanted to break her... make her pay more than anything 
else in the world. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, making her 
need him as much as he needed her. That would be the ultimate conquest... 
the full payment for throwing him aside for that goddamned fanatic 
preacher... having her filled with repulsion and horrified with the thought 
of his cock fucking into her, and she suddenly turning animal, losing all 
control over herself, forgetting who she was, where she was, everything but 
the overpowering need to be fucked until she could no longer move. The 
thought of her helpless surrender sent electric-like jolts racing through 
his loins. His injured pride helped spur his shrewd cunning. 

By Christ, he was going to make it happen one way or another; she was going 
to squirm and beg whether she wanted to or not! 

For a few, long torturing moments he massaged his heavy, thick prick around 
in the narrow white crevice of her cringing buttocks, kneading the soft, 
quivering cheeks of flesh together around it to enclose it warmly. He leaned 
forward and planted a hot, wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine, 
feeling the involuntary tremor of her body beneath him. She groaned slightly 
as her body shook, trembling from the moist contact at her loins and back. 

And then, he eased back, running his long tongue slowly and wetly along the 
full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her 
ass swaying uncertainly, high off the floor in front of him. He dropped his 
hands to the full, rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of 
the soft, resilient cheeks and pressed outward gently. He intended to 
surprise her. She expected violent, brutal treatment... had geared herself 
to fighting the pain and humiliation... but not the softness and pleasure he 
intended to lavish upon her. The unexpected tenderness and caressing of her 
genitals was going to snap all of her resistance like a twig. She wasn't 
prepared for that. 

Miriam's buttocks clenched tighter together against the pressure he was 
exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping up a 
constant easy tension for what must have seemed an endless eternity to her, 
until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired, relaxing bit 
by bit He stole a look up at Eli Baines whose wet, rubbery lips were 
stretched in a lust-twisted grin. The big man winked down at him in knowing 
appreciation at his skillful patience while the others leaned in closer to 
watch. He saw Sara Dexter's open mouthed expression as she stared in 
salacious fascination at his. gentle manipulations. His face was crouched 
level with the thin, pink folds of flesh that covered her vagina and as he 
watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the near imperceptible 
outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming and 
glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, as with the easing of the 
agony and fatigue of resistance, she let her backside slip wider and wider 
apart. 

Rick moved his face forward slowly, gently holding to her body, until it was 
mere inches from the silky, blonde pubic hairs covering the tender, velvety 
flanges of her pussy, and the odor was enticingly sweet as he remembered it, 
causing his nostrils to flare excitedly. He swallowed tightly as his thumbs 
pressured outward and her secret shrine flowered open to his locked gaze, 
until at last, it was completely open to him and the soft, inner coral-flesh 
blossomed into intoxicating view. It looked delicate and smooth and a slight 
dewy moisture from her secretions shown wetly on the soft inner flesh of her 
thighs. 

Rick smiled, took a breath and blew softly into her. She squirmed abruptly 
and a faint groan fell from her now opened lips. She tried to writhe away 
from the taunting, but the restraining hands of his accomplices held her 
fast. Even so, she was becoming more quiet now, her movements more of a 
reflex from the tormenting touch of his hands and breath against the 
softness of her secret parts. 

Miriam tried to hold back a rising groan she sensed building deep, deep down 
in her throat. His gentleness had surprised her; it was such a complete 
change from the way he had come at her at first, but it frightened her too. 
Why? What did he hope to gain with his sudden change of tactics... certainly 
not her admiration? Nevertheless, she sighed, letting her muscles that had 
been so keyed against their gruff hands relax into a looser tranquility... 
but now, there was something else... something replacing the cruel and 
abusive treatment she had first been subjected to. It was soft... almost 
feather-like, soft, wet and warm, and it was making strange magical circles 
along the length of her naked and unprotected back. She shuddered lightly as 
it traversed slowly down to the defenseless rounded orbs of her buttocks, so 
widely exposed behind her. 

There was a pressure from somewhere; she felt a cool rush of air brush 
between the full spread globes of her bottom as the pressure increased in 
its intensity. Automatically, she again clenched her buttocks tightly 
together in rejection of the strange probe, but the pressure remained... 
gentle and lingering as her liquor-dazed mind puzzled over it. Then, it came 
once more and she couldn't hold back the moan building in her throat, 
"Oooohhhh," she sighed, her buttocks relaxing of their own volition in a 
greater feeling of warmth as suddenly her behind felt open and wet, with the 
ever constant pressure pushing outward again. Deer God, she didn't know what 
he was doing, but it was as if she couldn't fight it... any more than she 
had been able to fight Eli Baines when he held her watching at the door, his 
big hand caressing and inserted inside her sensitive vaginal passage. 
Another long mewl rolled uncontrollably from her open lips as she felt 
herself being pulled open wide by his magic hands that were making her lose 
touch with all reality. She thought momentarily of the people who stood 
looking on, watching this slow, maddening, tantalization of her naked, 
defenseless body... but then they drifted from her mind as the insane 
sensations in her loins and belly continued to increase. 

Rick, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her soft, 
white buttocks wide open to him, offered an obscene grin up at Eli Baines. 
The big man nodded back at him, his thick tongue snaking out to wipe at his 
rubbery, spread lips. Rick could almost feel the thoughts running through 
her quivering body, and he knew he'd won with gentleness what he never could 
have had by brute force. He smiled as the cheeks of her heretofore clenching 
buttocks slowly relaxed even further in front of his eager face. He pride 
them wide apart, until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before 
him... his now for the taking. 

His head raised and he pressed his face forward, opening his mouth and 
pushing hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. She squirmed from the 
sudden contact and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she 
couldn't slip away and with one quick lash of his warm, wet tongue, he 
thrust it forward between the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt. 

He heard her gasp from the sudden, unexpected invasion into her sensitive, 
wet passage and a surprised sigh smothered itself in the nap of the carpet. 
She had jerked forward with the first, hot, teasing thrust in an involuntary 
spasm of delight, but slowly screwed her buttocks back against his face. Her 
vaginal channel contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long, 
smooth length of his tongue sunk deep up into her. Her breath exploded down 
against the carpeting in short, raspy sounds that worked into little purling 
grunts, and she twisted her face harder and harder against the thick, soft 
carpet as he began a sudden curling and flicking of the long, wet tongue 
lashing like a flame up inside her. He pressed his lips closer and began to 
torment the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it hungrily 
while her buttocks quivered and swayed around his face in near uncontrolled 
mounting desire. 

"Well, I'll be goddamned," Prank Certi said to Eli Baines as he stared open 
mouthed with unbelieving eyes at her sudden and almost complete surrender to 
the wildly licking tongue of Rick Gilardo. "I'd never believed it of the 
stuck-up young bitch when you carried her in here." 

Baines chuckled. He wasn't surprised. He knew about that hot little streak 
of lust she kept so cleverly under control deep inside her... and wasn't 
even aware of herself... 

Chico Rodrieques was staring bug-eyed and loose-lipped, having released one 
hand from her shoulder to press tight against the outside of his pants where 
a small wet circle of seminal fluid had seeped through from the hard 
throbbing excitement of his aching cock. Then, he released her shoulder with 
his other hand, there no longer being any need to hold the subjugated girl, 
and saw that Sara had her eye on the thick, wet bulge of his pants. 

"Jesus Christ!" Chico blurted, pulling at his belt and zipper as Sara rolled 
over onto her back, lifting her legs high and spreading her thighs wide open 
to him. He gurgled something in Spanish and dropped on top of her as she 
reached down anxiously between his legs to grasp his throbbing prick. 

Rick continued to work slave-like behind the kneeling Miriam, his tongue 
withdrawing and plunging, making a wet sucking, sluicing noise with every 
lengthy thrust. Her groans had become one long, low, continuous whimper now, 
as he withdrew his snaking tongue suddenly from within the warm, smooth 
passage and found the hard, throbbing nub of her clitoris and licked. He 
pushed his face farther under her crotch and began to suck and tease at it 
almost fiendishly, nipping at it with his teeth, while she writhed and 
churned her buttocks above him in a lewd and maddening dance of erotic 
torment. 

"Oooohhhh... ooohhh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out of 
control from the delicious and obscene sucking at her loins. With lewd and 
triumphant satisfaction, Rick could feel the muscles of her buttocks 
hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and 
sucked at her with a vengeance that he doubted he was ever going to fully 
satisfy. 

Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness increased with 
every passing second that his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched 
hole. It ran in tiny, warm rivulets down the sides of his cheeks pressed 
tightly into the softness of her ass warmly enclosing his face, and down the 
insides of her smoothly working loins into the tender inner flesh of her 
hollowing thighs. 

Damn her, he thought, she was almost ready to cum! 

He felt it in the wild abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was time, 
time to ram his cock into her softness... just as he should have done a long 
time ago! 

He wanted to feel that proud, little pussy throbbing around him when she 
reached that climax that was so near right now, and wanted to explode inside 
her soft, creamy belly with all the pent up vindictiveness he'd been nursing 
since she ran out on him so long ago. He truly wanted to show her what she'd 
given up for that prayer-spouting bastard she'd married; fill her full of 
his hot, white sperm while she helplessly screamed out her own cries of 
fulfillment. He never wanted her to forget the fucking he was going to give 
her... wanted her to remember it everytime she lay beneath that Texas 
do-gooder and in her heart wished that it was him, Rick Gilardo! 

His long, thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building inside 
himself, while he sucked at her loins with increasing savagery. Then, 
abruptly, he stopped and moved more erect on his knees, working his hips 
into the now wet and glistening opening of her buttocks from behind. 

Someone breathed heavily. "He's going to fuck her now," a voice that sounded 
to him like Johnnie Rhodes' said. There were more lewd words and sounds but 
Rick paid little attention to them. 

Instead, he kneeled in close behind her now, his hips pressed tightly into 
the open crevice of her ass. He held his throbbing thick cock tightly 
between his fingers with the large, blood-filled head poised before the 
tight elastic opening of her palpitating cunt. He stared at the pink fleshy 
lips with lust gleaming in his eyes as they contracted and quivered around 
the soft frayed edges in her aroused passion. He ached all over with this 
longing for vengeance he had been nurturing so bitterly and the sight of her 
kneeling and bent before him as if in servile punishment, to be used as he 
saw fit and for as long as he felt like it. 

His gaze was locked on the soft, creamy voluptuousness of her body, and he 
let his eyes drink their fill for a long moment, absorbing the contours of 
her soft, full behind curving sharply down into the narrow wasplike waist 
that looked as though it would break from the slightest pressure... but he 
knew better. On either side of his kneeling legs he could see her white, 
tapering thighs, all the way to her small, well-formed knees and then 
blossoming out again into the fullness of fine, shapely calves he well 
remembered. Instantly, the old vision of her lying on her back with the 
strength he knew those white calves possessed, locked tightly behind his ass 
pulling him into her, filled his mind. Once, he'd almost had her... but not 
quite. This time, the picture was different. But lying cradled on her belly, 
that would come later... right now his cock and testicles ached as they had 
never ached for anything before, and he had to ram it into her quick, before 
it was too late... before he shot his hot, sticky sperm all over those soft, 
full ass-cheeks kneeling helplessly before him. 

He pressed her buttocks wider apart to see her exposed vagina even more 
clearly as he levered in closer to her. His cock jerked in his hand as 
suddenly her tiny, puckered anus drew his attention, just above the moist 
opening of her vagina. The temptation was great, but the thought slipped by 
as he felt a small drop of moisture slowly forming on the end of his 
tortured prick. He had to take her now or it would be too late; he couldn't 
hold it back another instant. 

Again, he moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her 
wide-spread thighs as he could possibly go, then guided his throbbing cock 
forward using thumb and forefinger, tenderly parting the silky blonde pubic 
hairs with the rigidity of the lust-inflated head. He felt the warm, soft 
folds of the ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of 
his cock. 

He groaned heavily. Christ, he hadn't dreamed it could be so soft and 
tender. He let it lay throbbing momentarily, trapped within the delicious 
layers of moist, ready flesh. 

Heads were bent in closely all around him, observing the spectacle, the 
rasping of their hot breaths loud in his ears. Even Sara, who Chico had just 
finished fucking, had crawled in close to observe, while Eli Baines had 
dropped to his knees and moved his big hand beneath Miriam, fondling and 
caressing one breast in his massive hand, while his wet mouth hung open 
loosely. 

Christ almighty, NOW! Rick thought. He flexed his buttocks, feeling all the 
hatred he had let build inside himself suddenly pour forth as he wormed 
salaciously into the warm, wet flesh of Miriam's cunt He gasped aloud as he 
felt the tight, hot walls of her contracting pussy soothingly absorbing, 
then moistly enclosing over the stone-hard length of his surging cock. 

"Ooooaaaggghhh!" she grunted beneath him as he soared into her, the massive 
head pushing the smooth, resilient walls of velvety flesh before it in 
rippling waves. The surprise of his assault caused her whole body to respond 
with a quaking shudder of pain and fear, similar to those she bad 
experienced before the rapture of the wet, tender probings of her vagina had 
begun. 

Oh God! It had come again... all of the vile reality of her shame and 
humiliation... along with the anguish of pain. She felt her thighs and 
buttocks being swept wide apart by Rick's long, thick cock burrowing into 
her mercilessly from behind. 

"Goddamn... she looks tight!" Johnnie Rhodes blurted and Miriam heard, 
associating the voice with the man. "Christ, what a cunt!" 

She made a painful groan even though, surprisingly, there was no pain. She 
was wet and open, and he slid into her easily from the warm, moist 
secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations 
of his tongue only moments before... and the manipulations of Eli Baines' 
thick finger before him, which Rick knew nothing about But her sudden groan 
had risen from the instant degrading realization that she was hopelessly 
trapped between the ruthless men in front of her and Rick's ugly, rampaging 
cock skewering into her from behind. 

"Oh... Oh God, stop... stop!" Miriam screamed back at him as the hands 
tightened to hold her in position, helpless tears of frustration and 
humiliation flooding again from her terror-stricken eyes. But there was no 
respite, the intrusion deep in her dilated vagina grew and expanded before 
his continual assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard 
muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and 
wider apart as he pressed forward with all his strength to sink it as deep 
inside her quivering belly as he possibly could. 

Miriam groaned piteously beneath him, her face rubbing harshly against the 
soft carpeted nap of the floor, the pressure from behind taking her breath 
away with every lunge. Her vagina felt twisted and stretched beyond belief. 
She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep 
the long, hard fleshy staff from imbedding itself further, but it was 
useless. Her struggling only served to incite him further, as her wet and 
warm vaginal walls in protest against the unwanted entry, clasped around his 
long thick prick like a rubbery, lubricated glove, making his rigid, huge 
cock grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and 
loins beyond all possible imagination. 

Her back had begun to ache excruciatingly from the cruel position she was 
held in, but when she tried to move ready hands quickly pressed against her 
shoulders to hold her stationary. She felt other hands too, roaming lewdly 
over all her body not occupied by Rick pressed tight into her buttocks from 
behind. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by the kneeling, naked 
men surrounding her. They were harsh, cruel fingers that brought her tiny, 
budlike nipples to an involuntary erection from the viciousness of their 
naked contact with her soft, tender flesh. 

Another hand coursed along the ridges of her cruelly bent spine and followed 
it down to the juncture of her buttocks where quickly and without 
preparation, a finger was thrust deep into the confines of her tight, 
unsuspecting anus. Miriam jumped from the first painful intrusion and cried 
out. "Agggghhhh! Oh, God, don't... don't!' Rough laughter echoed in a circle 
around her obscenely positioned body. 

She froze to ease the pain a bit... and momentarily, it lessened as her back 
passage slowly became adjusted to the abnormal intrusion. 

Again, she protested, but her cries were useless. Her vaginal channel felt 
expanded and torn beyond any possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her 
loins with the long, thick finger sunk deep up her rectum made the feeling 
all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with 
the stillness of her body, but the finger grabbed and twisted deeper, 
routing and expanding her anal passage until she feared it would split from 
the near unbearable pressure. The hand cupping her naked breast was huge... 
like Eli Baines', and it twisted and squeezed with his brutal thoroughness, 
teasing and pulling at every part of their young, round firmness until she 
thought they would burst from the painful manipulations. 

Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Rick flared his nostrils and 
began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. His strong hands 
held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moist sheath of 
her stretched and quivering cunt back over the thickness of his hard driving 
cock with merciless ferocity. 

But this was not still not enough for the vengeance-filled Rick Gilardo. She 
was bent before him, taking him like a servile slave because she had to... 
because there was nothing else she could do, but she was giving him back 
nothing... only taking. He had to have more; he raised his hand high in the 
air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes, and brought it down 
stingingly against her full quaking buttocks. The flat smack of flesh 
against flesh echoed resoundingly through the room. Miriam's scream followed 
sharply. 

"Damn you, move that ass!" he snarled from behind her. "And move it good, 
baby... for old time's sake, eh?" 

Miriam whimpered in both pain and shame, but complied without hesitation. 
She was aware enough by now to know that his hatred for her could only mean 
further abuse if she defied him. She rotated her buttocks slightly with her 
first cautious experiments, then, feeling no pain, she let herself follow 
his rhythm, grinding and twisting her naked behind back against his hard 
driving pelvis as though she were glued to it "Come on, move it! Shake it!" 
he hissed through tightly clenched teeth as he felt her begin to react to 
his hands digging into her undulating hips. 

"Oh God... oh... oh... oh!" Miriam exclaimed again and again, as she bucked 
beneath him to his command. All pain had seemingly left her and a weird 
sensation of happiness suddenly tingled through her helpless body. The 
outrageous debasement and subjugation sent strange masochistic pleasures 
flooding through her bloodstream. Her hips continued to gyrate in a lewd 
abandon rhythm with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into 
her. 

Wild eyed, Rick continued his violent sawing motion in and out of Miriam's 
moist, wide-stretched cunt, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of 
his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the 
floor. The finger embedded in her tight-clinging rectum joined the pistoning 
cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought both groans of pain and gasps of 
pleasure from the lips of her wide-open mouth in time to their simultaneous 
tempo. 

"Ooohhh God," she moaned. "Oooooohhh yes... yes... Do it to me, Rick! Do it 
to me harder...!" 

She squirmed her body lewdly around, among the myriad of hands and fingers 
that crawled lasciviously like tiny spiders over her tingling flesh. 

"Do what to you?" Rick hissed down at her. "What do you want me to do, 
baby?" 

"Oooohhhhh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck meee!" she wailed back at him, her 
face turned sideways on the carpet now so that he could look down on it and 
see with lust-filled eyes, the effect it was having on her. "Oooohhh... God 
almighty...!" she crooned as he shot his long, thick cock into her, 
expanding with every stroke, while the other plunging finger drubbed 
mercilessly into her anus like another prick... She was a prisoner, a 
helpless prisoner to the erotic rape of her cunt and rectum... trapped, 
between them hopelessly. 

"You like it, eh, baby?" he spat between bared, clenched teeth. "You 
double-crossing little bitch! So beg me... you hear? Beg me!" 

"Oh God, don't stop! Oh... fuck it hard, Rick darling! Don't ever stop 
fucking me!" Miriam grunted and mewled against the rough nap of the 
carpeting, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster, endeavoring to keep 
up with the monstrous shafts of flesh and finger that were pummeling into 
her unceasingly. But then, suddenly she felt the seething rod hammering into 
her throbbing cunt beginning to expand and jerk... almost to the bursting 
point. 

"No! No! Wait! Not yet...!" she whimpered in desperation, but it was too 
late. Rick's eyes rolled helplessly in his head and his heavy bloated balls 
began pumping spurt after spurt of his hot, white sperm deep into her wildly 
contracting belly. She ground her naked crotch up tightly against his pelvis 
in a futile effort to stop the flow, but her very eagerness defeated her 
purpose. The rubbing clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of 
his hot, vengeful load sloshing around deep inside her dilated womb. 

But there was little time to mourn the loss as Rick's deflating penis eased 
limply from her throbbing cunt with a wet, sucking sound, for instantly, 
Miriam felt new strong hands clutching at her hips from an unidentifiable 
body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She waved the 
stretched orbs of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his 
cock pressing into the open moist slit in her crotch. Again, she felt the 
finger working in her rectum, while with a grunt her new assailant shoved 
cruelly forward, burying his long fleshy instrument deep up her vagina, 
causing her to jump forward with the force of the lunge. 

And then, suddenly there was another movement around her head, and she felt 
her upper torso being lifted and a body slipping beneath her face. In panic, 
she raised her eyes to see Johnnie Rhodes' lust-twisted grin, and then she 
looked down to see his long, thin cock only inches from her face. At first, 
she tried to fight him, but dazedly realized the uselessness of the 
struggle. Resignedly, she let him open her lips with his fingers and slide 
his prick into the warm, wet cavern. 

She could feel the alien size of it slithering up the length of her tongue 
and filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He had grasped 
both sides of her head viselike between his thin, strong hands and was 
holding it firm. He began to saw into her face viciously, causing her to gag 
as he rammed it half-way down her throat, its full length disappearing 
between her wide-stretched ovaled lips almost to the hilt. Suddenly, his 
balls slapped harshly against her chin, the wiry black hair covering them 
tickling like the brush of a feather. She struggled for breath, catching 
small gasps of air on the outstroke. 

Oh God... Jesus! Miriam groaned inwardly as they buffeted her back and forth 
like a toy between them, using her helpless, defenseless body as a great 
receptacle into which they would pump their lewd, seething sperm. She felt 
hardly human any longer, for it seemed that the debasing ravaging of her 
body had been going on for a never-ending eternity. 

Then, the very helplessness of her position raced through her mind once 
more, and the obscene mental vision of her body being fucked at both ends, 
between two lust-filled men lewdly incited her, causing the hunger in her 
belly to begin churning out of control once more. She began to undulate her 
buttocks again with vigor, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the hard, 
thick shaft boring into her. 

She found herself sucking voraciously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks 
hollowing and bloating obscenely with his vicious thrusts. She had never 
even dreamed what a cock might taste like and suddenly she delighted in 
exploring its every ridge and wrinkle. Her tongue licked wildly at the 
blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the tiny split at its end. 
God, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth... to swallow it and feel it 
dribbling down her throat 

to fill her belly with it just as the one ramming into her from behind would 
fill her cunt! OhGod!OhGod! And then! It all came true! Even as her own 
belated orgasm began to rise inside her, she sensed the cock fucking into 
her from behind, jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep up into her 
clasping cunt It splashed insanely around inside her and foamed from the 
hair-lined lips onto the drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed 
tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jerk spasmodically 
forward, driving the cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt Then, it 
too burst, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into 
her throat her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from 
choking on the great continual spurts spewing from it She swallowed in 
hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around 
the ejaculating prick, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of the precious 
fluid. Small droplets seeped from the comers of her mouth as he collapsed 
beneath her and his shrinking penis slithered lifelessly from her still 
sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching 
from her lips to his flaccid cock below her. 

Almost insanely, she screwed her buttocks tightly back onto the still 
squirting prick in her cunt and with a banshee-like wail from between her 
tightly clenched teeth, she felt her body explode into what seemed an 
inexhaustible array of colorful bursting stars... and she continued to 
whimper until the very life seemed to drain out of her, and she fell forward 
across the body still beneath her, the useless cock slipping limply from her 
wet, still clasping pussy... and then, the lights of the room slowly began 
to fade before her eyes... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

It was approximately one-hundred miles from Nineveh-Bend along Route 3 
through the White Mountains and across the border to Montreal, but it hadn't 
taken that long for Peter to come to his senses. Long before he had arrived 
at the warehouse on Rue St. Jacques in the waterfront section of that old 
city, and was given the valise of merchandise by the ugly looking little 
Frenchman, Peter had convinced himself that a clean breast of the whole 
thing to Miriam was the only way. One lie only led to another and another, 
each necessary to hide the one previous, until very soon, one's whole life 
was a lie. 

But that was only a small part of his failing. He'd let his mind become 
warped in his misshapen, or was it perhaps, misguided ideas concerning love 
and sex. Whichever, was unimportant, only that now he realized the truth. In 
fact, he had subconsciously spoken the very words to Sara when he'd said: 
"God knows ifs normal enough to be filled with desire... You're a human 
being, one of His own creatures. Ifs the very way He made you, isn't it?" 
Those were the words he had used in his seduction... seduction? He smiled to 
himself. That was questionable too, wasn't it? The feeling had come to him, 
once his eyes had been opened to his own twisted ideas, that he had been 
cleverly maneuvered into a compromising position... one that would be 
extremely beneficial to Eli Baines, both in the school-land situation, and 
in this... whatever he was participating in... escapade. As yet, he was not 
certain what the valise in the back seat contained, but once back over the 
border, state-side, he intended to find out. 

Right now, as he raced the heavy Buick south, he was more concerned with the 
anguish he had caused his beloved Miriam. Dear Lord, when he thought of the 
times since their wedding that she had tried to bring true love to both of 
them, and how in his distorted conception of love and wife and marriage he 
bad almost ruined their lives all together. Now, he would make it up to 
her... if she'd still have him, and forgive him for his brutal ignorance. 
Dear God, he prayed that she would! He loved her so very, very much... and 
he would make it up to her... if he could just hold her in his arms once 
more and tell her everything. He was that sure of her character that he knew 
she would understand, once he confessed the whole truth with all the reasons 
underlying his infidelity. 

At least, he thought, if the tables were turned, he knew that he could 
forgive her anything... anything in this whole world. 

He lay heavy on the accelerator, his heart filled with thoughts of his 
Miriam, his wrath for one Eli Baines growing in leaps and bounds... but if 
he were right he already had a plan to take care of the latter. It was the 
former that he was most concerned with. 

He sped on through the night, his mission now firmly implanted in his mind. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Miriam stirred restlessly on the bed. She opened her eyes to what registered 
in the back of her mind as gentle caresses. She first saw that she was 
completely naked, and then she realized that she was uncovered... cold. Her 
body ached... but the gentle hand stroking her hip and side was soothing... 
and momentarily, she felt comforted. 

Where was she? Her head swam dizzily when she opened her eyes wide enough to 
encompass her surroundings. She was in a bedroom... not their own... Peter? 
Caressing her... ? And then, it came back! All of it, swooping down over her 
and completely engulfing her like a vivid, horrible nightmare. She bolted 
upright to a sitting position, twisting her neck to see whose hands... Dear 
God! Luke Dexter! 

The handicapped man's appallingly scarred and bullet-deformed face gaping at 
her nakedness was enough to raise the scream of terror in Miriam's throat, 
but as she opened her mouth to loosen it, Luke Dexter moved with 
unbelievable lightened speed, clamping his hand over her mouth, his other 
going around her naked back to hold her tightly to him. 

Miriam struggled desperately, but uselessly, her brain reeling in abject 
fright as the hideous creature held her unable to move in his strong hands 
while unintelligible grunting sounds came from deep in his throat and he 
shook his head negatively. His pleading eyes were what caused her to lessen 
her straining battle and stare at him. He was trying to tell her something. 

Trustingly, he removed his hand from her mouth and eased back away from her, 
then, with motions he attempted to make her understand. They were crude 
gestures, but intelligible. He wanted to help her escape! He pointed toward 
a window, then to her and himself, almost in an Indian sign language that 
said: We will escape through the window... I know, the way... Hurry! Miriam 
pointed to her nakedness, embarrassedly. 

The other made a weird attempt at an appreciating grin, then turned away and 
moved toward a closet, dragging one leg limply behind him. As she watched 
him, it occurred to Miriam that this man was not the useless imbecile he was 
thought to be. His eyes had given him away. Horribly handicapped, yes, but 
only physically, not mentally... and as she suddenly remembered the shocking 
change that bad taken place in Sara Dexter before her very eyes her willing, 
lewd performance with all of those men and Eli Baines, she began to fit the 
picture together slowly. 

Luke brought something from the closet and handed it to her. It was a 
woman's black coat, probably Sara's, she thought, taking it and quickly 
wrapping it around her to cover the nakedness of her still aching flesh that 
Rick Gilardo and the others had so brutally ravished. 

Luke watched her hungrily as she covered herself, then took her hand to lead 
her toward the window, while Miriam silently prayed to herself that she was 
doing the right thing and that they would get safely away from this horrible 
place, even as her brain still whirled with the effects of the liquor she 
had drunk. 

* * * 

Luke Dexter, as familiar as he was with the vast grounds surrounding 
Mansion-House, had no idea that the hard-faced men who came this time had 
posted their own outlying guards for protection. He was well aware why they 
should, all of them being racketeering dealers in narcotics, but the fact 
that it had never been done before had misled him. All the same, even had he 
known, he would've carried through with his plan to destroy Eli Baines and 
his murdering slut of a wife... but he would have moved more cautiously and 
known how to avoid those outposted guards. 

The preacher's beautiful wife had been another wrench in the gears. He liked 
her, and had damn near broken in on them when they were holding her down and 
making her fuck and suck them. God, he could've killed all of them with a 
good heart, but he hadn't been stupid enough to think he had half a chance 
against the lot of them. So, he'd waited his chance and quietly gotten her 
out of there... 

They thought him an imbecile... a stupid animal... a human vegetable without 
sense or feeling, and had driven him to live with the beasts in the barn, to 
eat with them, sleep with them... even mate with them in his lonely agony, 
and he had endured it all, waiting his time... perhaps, even learning that 
animals were more desirable and loyal than many humans, he thought... 

But now, as they moved in the inky shadows of night, noises both in front 
and behind them caused him to freeze in his tracks and to squeeze Miriam's 
hand in tight warning. His brain raced as he realized if they were caught 
this way it would mean the complete end of all his plans. Ahead, he saw a 
darker shadow moving toward them "That you, Barney?" a guttural voice 
sounded. 

Then, from behind, another voice said: "I'm back here. Was that noise from 
you, Deke?" 

"What noise?" the one called Deke questioned. 

"I heard something... " said Barney. 

Luke felt Miriam's hand quiver within his own. He steeled himself, making 
his decision. They were caught... it was the only hope. Suddenly, he threw 
both arms around Miriam and began to grunt loudly as she let out a scream at 
the abrupt action. 

"What the hell...!" Deke growled, and then the two men closed in on them. 

* * * 

Sara lay on the floor, her exhausted legs obscenely falling away from the 
spent body of Chico Rodrieques for the second time, while the others gazed 
on in half drunken stupor just as the door was flung open and two men 
ushered Miriam Sheldon and her own moron husband into the room. And damn her 
soul, Sara thought, she's wearing my good black coat... 

"What the hell's going on?" Eli Baines, the only one of them left with 
clothes on, barked. 

Deke laughed. "The gargoyle here caught one of your chicks trying to get 
away. We heard him struggling in the brush." 

"Thought maybe you wouldn't be quite through with a luscious cunt like 
this," Barney said, grinning lewdly. "Anyway, you can thank this creep. He 
caught her." 

Baines looked from one to the other of them while Miriam cringing in terror, 
wept bitterly. Once again, had been betrayed. 

Oh, dear God... let me die... let me die! The big man reached forward, 
entangling his huge band in her long blonde tresses, while with the other he 
tore the coat from her naked body. 

"So," he snarled, "thought you'd try a little runaway, eh?" 

"Oh God! Let me go!" Miriam cried. "Haven't you done enough to me 
already...?" 

Raines leered down at her brutally. "Not quiet, my little bitch. I was just 
being kind to you... letting you have a little rest between shows, but you 
took advantage of me... and you're going to be awful goddamned sorry you did 
that when I get through with you" Miriam looked wildly around the room, in 
the faint hope that she might find one sympathetic face... and then she saw 
Rick, still naked, his hand stroking his ugly, rigid member as he slowly 
moved toward her. She began shaking her head. 

"Oh no, Rick... my God, no... not again, please.. please?" 

Eli Baines shoved her forward into the young man's waiting arms then nodded 
to the two guards to leave. To Luke, he said: "Well, stupid, you did all 
right... in fact, you deserve a reward... wouldn't you say so Sara?" 

Sara shuddered at the mere sight of her husband. "Get... get him out of 
here, Eli. My God, I can't stand the sight of him... " 

"Shut up!" the big man ordered. "He stays... and gets his reward... eh 
Luke?" 

Luke made a grunting sound of appreciation while the other hard-faced naked 
men grinned and chuckled. 

"Wh-What kind of reward?" Sara stammered, looking up at them wide-eyed, a 
further sensation of revulsion gripping at her stomach. 

The big man grinned as he began to undress, his lewd beady eyes concentrated 
on the lovely body of Miriam, who Rick Gilardo was forcing reluctantly down 
onto the floor with him. Without looking at Sara, he said: "You're his wife, 
baby... so give him his reward... " 

"Oh, dear Jesus, no! No!" Sara exclaimed, but no one was paying any 
attention to her as Luke began to drag himself over toward her prostrate 
body. 

* * * 

Sara lay on her side, her back to her husband, her mind filled with 
nauseating revulsion at even the thought of him touching her, but as yet, he 
had not laid a hand on her, only lowered himself behind her and was lying 
perfectly still But there was no way she could avoid it, she realized, 
because Eli had given the order and she knew better than to defy him... even 
question him. Her only hope was that he hadn't decided to throw her oneside 
for this blonde bitch who lay on her back in obvious humiliating torment 
between him and Rick Gilardo only inches away from her. 

For a moment, Sara was certain that Miriam was going to scream as the two of 
them roamed their hands over her at will, but then she saw the tears of 
despairing resignation streaming down her cheeks and that her spirit had 
been completely broken. 

She watched in growing fascination, her own excitement beginning to mount at 
the sight of Eli's big hands coursing lewdly over Miriam's sensuous young 
body lying helplessly between them. They were working over her almost as if 
she was a new arrival... hadn't already been fucked and forced to suck once 
before this night, and she knew it was just Eli's sadistic way of bringing 
further humiliation and degradation to her. 

"Let's spread them a little, Mrs. Reverend," Eli hissed down at her, his 
hands caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh just below her golden 
hair-covered pink slit, a wicked gleam lighting his small eyes lewdly. "You 
know... you never should've tried to run away on me." 

Sara's breath caught in her throat as Miriam slowly spread her legs a few 
inches, her shame still obvious in her tears. 

"Oh, come on baby," Rick chimed in. "You can do better than that Wider... 
wider... so I can get another good look at the luscious cunt of yours." 

Miriam complied, knowing better than to refuse, until each man on either 
side of her raised one of her legs over their hips, and she knew by the feel 
of cool air against her crotch that the swollen lips of her vulva were 
flowing open before their lust-inflamed eyes. 

"Mmmmmm... I think that's going to be real tender fucking this time, Rick," 
Baines said. 

"Yeah... once we get it stretched again. It looks like its all tightened up 
in there." 

They both laughed as Sara watched the degrading humiliation of Miriam in 
fascinated glee. God, how she hated this bitch who had so disrupted her 
life, and the sight of the torment they were subjecting her to was exciting 
her beyond belief. It pleased her to see the preacher's proud wife lying 
there with her legs helplessly apart, probably feeling more naked and 
ashamed than she had even felt the first time when they'd made her kneel on 
the floor. Now, she wasn't even trying to stop the flow of tears rolling 
down her cheeks as she lay helplessly between these two vile, lecherous men 
who were forcing her to listen to their lewd words and accept their obscene 
caresses without resistance. 

'Til bet she'll be a better fuck this time, Eli," Rick Gilardo said, raising 
his head to look closer between her legs where the big man's thick middle 
finger had begun to taunt the ragged lips of her cunt He greedily watched it 
trail up the tightly closed slit, parting the silky vaginal hairs and 
feeling the soft, moist pink flesh, and seeing it jerk back from the sudden 
contact. Then, Baines dug into the snug, unwanting vaginal opening and they 
both felt her shudder from the abrupt sensation. 

Sara felt her own belly quiver sensuously at the lascivious scene, and her 
loins commenced to tingle once more as she became dimly aware of a hand on 
her naked hip... Luke's hand. She heard him rustling lightly behind her and 
knew he was removing his clothes, but she tried not to think of who lay 
behind her by concentrating her eyes on the lurid positioning of Miriam's 
defenseless body in front of her. 

Then, Luke, with both hands on her hips was raising her to a kneeling 
position, so that she was on all fours with her face above Eli's body and 
looking down at Miriam between the two of them. Oh God, she thought, as long 
as she didn't have to see his face, maybe it would be bearable... and then 
she felt the hardness of Luke's blunt cock nuzzling at the small puckered 
ring of her anus, as if she were one of his pet animals, and quickly she 
reached between her legs grasping the thick, rigid prick, pulling it down 
between the moist lips of her cunt and backing onto it until she could feel 
the hot, throbbing head insinuate itself between the tender folds of 
flesh... Christ, she'd almost forgotten how huge he was! He moved forward 
and with one long, sleek stroke, slid it all the way up into her soft 
quaking belly. 

Oh Christ, he was a horse! she thought, moaning loudly as she felt the hard, 
rubbing head graze against her cervix, the entire length of it imbedded as 
far into her vagina as it could possibly go. But God... how good it felt! 
This stupid, imbecile prick... ground all the way into the very depths of 
her cunt until she was almost certain it would burst into her throat. Her 
mouth fell open loosely and she began squirming back onto it further while 
he rotated it deep inside her, causing the blood-filled rubbery head to 
massage the mouth of her womb in an erotic, delightful rhythm that raised 
deeper moans from her chest as she watched with unblinking eyes the 
performance of the two men with Miriam's soft white body. 

Eli was working at her completely exposed crotch, his thick fingers sliding 
in and out of her, taunting her clitoris and causing her to writhe her 
buttocks uncontrollably at his expert touch, while Rick raised little moans 
of whimpering, painful protest from her lips as he sucked and gnawed at the 
erect pink nipples of her swollen breasts. 

"Now, she's coming back to us," Eli said, grinning. "She's getting nice and 
wet and open... almost ready to fuck." 

Miriam rolled her head back and forth in shame, clenching her eyes tightly 
shut to close out their triumphant, leering faces. 

"Who's going to be first?" Rick breathed anxiously. 

"Why first?" replied Baines with a question of his own. He continued to 
grin. "Why not both together... you, for old time's sake... me, to teach her 
it doesn't pay to run out on Eli Baines." 

"Christ...!" Rick blurted. "How?" 

"Me in back... you in front." 

"At the same time?" 

"Hell yes... we want her to remember this, don't we?" 

"Damn," said Rick, staring at the other. "Can she take us both... ? 
Together, I mean?" 

Baines chuckled goatishly. "We'll soon find out," he said, continuing to 
tease his fat, thick finger around in the awe-stricken Miriam's moist, 
dilating cunt. 

"What about that preaching husband of hers? What's he going to say when he 
gets here and finds out...?" 

Baines laughed outright. "Who the hell cares what he says? He's going to be 
up to his fire-and-brimstone ass for smuggling that "H" over the border... 
so there isn't much he can say, is there? And if this little blonde cunt 
wants him to go on living... she better cooperate... and I think she knows 
it," Oh God! Oh God! Oh dear, dear God! So, that's what happened to my 
darling Peter! This filthy beast involved him too! And now if I don't submit 
to both of them at the same time, he'll do something terrible to Peter! Dear 
Jesus... they'll kill me! Split me apart... with both of them together 
putting their huge things into me! But... but if I don't let them... ? Oh 
God, better I should die than Peter! Ifs all my fault... all of it! 

Sara could hardly believe what she'd heard. Even in her half dazed, 
passion-blinded state from the horrendous idiot cock fucking into her from 
behind, the shocking meaning of their words registered. They were going to 
sodomize her and fuck her at the same time! Cripes, it was impossible! They 
would rip her apart... stretch her forever...! And she was too far gone in 
her shameful degradation to fight them; she'd let them do whatever they 
wanted without the slightest sign of resistance... Then, the sudden obscene 
vision of the perverted, unnatural ravishment about to take place right 
before her eyes raised a moan of lewd excitement from her and she skewered 
her buttocks tighter back against her husband's surging prick, as he 
increased the tempo of his long, smooth strokes soaring into her. 

Suddenly, Eli withdrew his fingers from Miriam's wet, stretched emit and got 
to his knees. "Let's turn her over on her belly," he said, and together they 
did, Miriam offering them no resistance. She no longer struggled, but the 
other hard-faced men looking on in their naked, drunken stupors, their own 
throbbing, rigid shafts in their hands, could hear the gasps of shame and 
humiliation rolling from between her lips. 

Her soft buttocks quivered in fear as Eli Baines separated her legs by 
grasping her ankles and spreading them apart indecently, until she finally 
whimpered: "Oh, please... please no... no... " 

She tried to roll away but Rick held her fast as Sara swallowed tightly at 
the sight of Eli Baines running his hand up along the sensitive, soft white 
flesh of her inner thigh until he reached the pink, moist slit of her cunt, 
then slowly drew his hand through its wetness and on up through the tight 
split of her full, round buttocks, finally taking both hands to press 
outward against the moon-shaped cheeks, parting them to expose the tiny, 
puckered, hairless anus nestled defenselessly in the smooth crevice of her 
ass. The cleft was so deep and inviting that Sara trembled in her mounting 
excitement, and her own cunt throbbed from the effect of the lewd, erotic 
spectacle, while from behind her Luke rasped heavily as she automatically 
flexed her cuntal muscles tighter around his thrusting cock. 

His wide, bulging eyes were only scant inches from Miriam's soft trembling 
buttocks and she watched in lewd fascination as the blonde girl moaned, 
endeavoring to hold closed her soft rounded cheeks against Eli's strong, 
probing hands, but it was futile. Eli ground his finger brutally into her 
soft, tender flesh and she quickly relaxed with a groan of pain, reluctantly 
letting him have his way. 

Sara stared in building, wild intoxication as Eli pressed forward with his 
thick, middle finger at the tiny pink ring of her anus and Miriam lurched 
and cried out at the agonizing, abnormal invasion into the tight, spongy 
orifice, but she was held secure and again she wailed as the finger popped 
inside her, sinking to the first knuckle in her unreceptive rectum. 

"Auugggghhhh!" she choked, fighting back by clenching her buttock-cheeks as 
tightly together as she could. 

"Open your ass!" snarled Baines brutally. "Open up!" And he thrust downward 
mercilessly against her useless resistance until the thick digit plunged 
into the soft, rubbery channel to the very palm of his hand and she cried 
out pitifully, at last, relaxing the tight globes in resigned surrender. 

Sara licked at her lips lustfully as she watched him begin to massage and 
stroke his huge cock in one hand while the other continued to rout and 
plunge the heavy finger into her unresisting anus, lewdly stretching the 
warm rubbery passage in preparation for the unbelievable entry that was to 
follow. She lay spread-eagle on her belly completely exposed beneath him, 
and as Sara stared, she saw him pull the heavy foreskin of his prick back, 
exposing the hardened, lust-bloated head, then aim it directly at the 
crinkled little hole he had stretched to his satisfaction with his prodding 
finger. 

Again; he spread her buttocks open wide with his thumbs, then leaned forward 
to slowly draw the massive head of his cock up through her moist, opened 
cunt-lips. Miriam jerked at the soft contact, her muscle tensing as Eli laid 
the entire full length of his thick cock into the soft, spread crevice of 
her ass, its tip poised at her snug throbbing anus. Then, he levered himself 
to his elbows and moved his hips forward, guiding the end of his rigid cock 
directly into the flexing little opening of her back passage. 

Once more, Sara's breath caught in her throat and a moan escaped her 
involuntarily as she watched only inches away while the brutally stiffened 
shaft popped suddenly through the tight, resisting sphincter, her mouth 
loose and agape as she stared at the tiny orifice stretching obscenely to 
slip over and absorb the probing tip of the fat man's huge cock. She saw the 
big man grin at Rick Gilardo triumphantly, just before he thrust his hips 
heavily downward, burrowing half of the fleshy, turgid staff into the soft, 
velvety passage of the helpless girl's rectum. Miriam screamed with the 
agony, her buttocks jerking and twisting beneath the depraved assault, but 
her every move only served to impale her deeper, for with each buck and 
lurch of her tortured body, Eli Baines' massive prick skewered that much 
further into her desperate resisting anus. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Ooooooohhhh... Ohhh Jesus! No... no... you're splitting 
me apart... Oooohhhhh!" Miriam coughed, choked and screamed as faces moved 
closer in to observe Baines' great cock slipping relentlessly into the warm, 
velvety depths of the helpless girl's rectum... until it was sunk, 
unbelievably to the very hilt. She had stopped jerking and fighting, 
realizing in dazed panic that her only respite from the agony was to lay 
deathly still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of these 
lust-crazed brutes whose only desire was to further degrade and humiliate 
her to satisfy their animal passions. The pain was almost unbearable from 
his inhuman penetration of her rectum and if she moved but the slightest it 
only served to press him deeper into her, expanding the tight channel to 
more agonizing widths. 

"Christ, baby... it's the tightest asshole I think I've ever been in," 
Baines leered through clenched teeth from above her. Then, he suddenly began 
to rise from her, but his hands clutched at her hips and brought her up and 
back with him until she was on her knees, the move reaming her insides 
unmercifully. Again, she cried out, but no one heard. And then, she felt him 
withdrawing and stroking with hard short thrusts into her, forcing 
additional groans of pain and degradation from her tortured throat Rick 
Gilardo, on his knees beside them, his eyes gaping wildly at the depraved 
union, was beside himself in his lust. He clutched her breasts and ran his 
hands over her body cruelly, twisting and gouging at her soft, white flesh 
until he thought he would lose his mind. 

"Goddamn! Turn her over will you?" he blurted at Barnes who was 
concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of flesh that pulled from her 
wide-stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thick prick from the 
painfully tight channel. 

Finally, the big man heard his pleas, caught his hands tightly to her hips 
once more and rolled to his side, pulling her backward on top of him, 
further groans of pain emitting from her lips, as he lay out-stretched 
beneath her, her full length back tight against his stomach and chest, her 
legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his own while his massive, 
palpitating cock lay interred to its very hilt up into the deepest recesses 
of her rectum Rick Gilardo crawled on top of her ruthlessly, forcing his 
legs between hers and Eli Baines', thrusting her thighs even farther apart 
and grasping his stiff, aching cock to guide it quickly into the moist, 
stretched channel of her vagina. 

"Oooohhhh, my God!" Miriam groaned as it slipped up into her until she felt 
his balls smack tightly against the spread cheeks of her buttocks, joining 
the other invading monstrosity imbedded deep in her ass. She whimpered 
loudly in agonizing, debased shame, caught between these two evil, 
lust-filled men who were impaling her mercilessly on each other's mammoth, 
barbarous cocks thrust deep into her soft, tender body, with only the 
slightest wall of tissue between her rectum and emit separating their 
hard-fleshy shafts. 

Sara watched in a near hypnotized state of rank lust as Rick Gilardo began 
fucking into her hot, moist pussy with unbelievable fury, while Eli plunged 
up and down... in and out of her tightly resisting anus with insane, vicious 
strokes... both of them finally falling into a cadence that buffeted her 
between them to each of their advantage, and Miriam lay limply sandwiched, 
like some over-sized rag doll, moaning continuously at the outrageous 
ravishment of her defenseless genitals. 

Sara's face was but a bare few inches from the pair of glistening, thick 
rods of flesh submerging into the blonde girl's stretched passages like 
automatically powered pistons, and her inflamed, lust-glazed eyes stared 
hungrily at the lengthy wet cocks, moist from Miriam's vaginal secretions, 
fucking beautifully in harmonious rhythm into her. She watched the frayed 
coral edges of her cunt being extracted with Rick's prick on the backstroke, 
and disappearing inside as he plunged deep, back into her belly. The same 
sight caught her eye with Eli's enormous cock sucking down out of her, 
tugging the tight pink ridges of her clasping, expanded rectum with it, then 
fluidly soaring back into her as he rammed upward until his balls were 
wedged into the cleft of her ass-cheeks. Truly, the lewdly depraved scene 
mesmerized her as she gaped, and Luke's thick, moronic prick sailed into her 
from behind like some caveman from another era. 

And then... what Sara couldn't have dreamed possible, happened! 

She heard Miriam's first low, ecstatic moan as it involuntarily escaped her 
lips. She had gone beyond the point of pain... the point of no return. It 
was now bliss... erotic bliss! Masochistic, perhaps, but joy nevertheless... 
undoubtedly from the very hopelessness of her position, or from the lewd, 
obscene thought of being fucked beyond reason by two men at the same time. 
She saw that Miriam's hips were moving back and downward against Eli's 
upthrusting cock raging into her defenseless anus, and then ahead and upward 
to absorb all of Rick's ramming prick into her seething cunt. Whatever her 
reasoning, she felt it deeply, for her face was loose and contorted in an 
expression of sheer carnal delight as her whole body began an undulation 
between the two men that sandwiched her, her buttocks rocking insanely to 
their rhythmic attack. 

"Ooooohhhh... oooohhhhh God... Yes, yes!" she chanted hoarsely in the litany 
of the enraptured, as she responded in kind to each lunge into her cunt and 
asshole. Wild and insane they became, punishing her without mercy, yet, she 
gave them back in fury every stroke they delivered into her, until all three 
began to groan in an unintelligible maze of wild sexual abandonment 
"Aaahhhh... oh yes! Yes... I can feel both of you wonderfully inside me...! 
Don't stop! Hurry... harder! Hurry!" She cried out to them, urging them on, 
the thought of having two men making love to her at the same time suddenly 
driving her toward a volcano of fiery lust... and she even wanted to scream, 
to cry out to the whole world the wild masochistic pleasure they were 
bringing to her. 

Her words set Sara wild. The sight of this preacher's wife, this bitch she 
hated, this helpless, innocent girl going completely out of her head as she 
had... turning into a wild, uninhibited sex maniac was just more than she 
could take. She wanted it too... the very same way... with Luke's huge idiot 
cock tearing into her...! 

"Put it in my ass!" she cried back at him, squirming her buttocks to force 
him out of her cunt "Quick you stupid bastard! Ram it in my ass! Hurry, 
hurry!" 

Luke needed no prodding. He placed the pulsating, blunt head against her 
small, snug anal opening and thrust with every ounce of strength he could 
muster. 

"Aaaaauuuuuuggggghhhhh! Oh Jesus Christ... Oooohhhhhhh!" Sara screamed, the 
tears of pain bursting from her eyes to stream down her cheeks. His huge 
moronic cock had ripped her; she was sure! Christ, she hadn't believed it 
would hurt like this! It felt like some medieval torture implement being 
crammed into her unreceptive asshole. It burned like molten steel and filled 
her completely to her bowels. But even though she protested, the imbecile 
behind her paid no heed as he cruelly dug his fingers into the flesh of her 
hips and rocked over onto his side, his hands moving up to encircle the back 
of her neck and then her throat... 

To Miriam, it seemed to go on and on forever, the hands gripping and 
clutching at her as she was completely impaled from below and above. 
Everything spun before her, nameless and faceless, revolving in one great 
whirlpool of burning sensations of erotic pleasure. 

"Ahhhhh... ooohhhhhh... please, together cum together with... with me...!" 
she begged insanely. "Fill me with it... fill me!" 

And it was at that particular moment that several doors were broken open at 
Mansion-House and Peter Sheldon burst in with the State Police, swarming 
through the old building and throwing open the final door to where the lot 
of them were gathered watching and participating in the obscene orgy that 
had captivated their senses... even beyond the point of self preservation. 

Peter froze in his tracks as he heard Miriam screaming wildly through her 
lust contorted lips: "Oh God, yes! Cum together in me...! Fm cumming... I'm 
He stared in horrified shock as she helplessly sobbed out her orgasm... an 
escapade that seemed to go on and on before his very eyes, the men dually 
ravaging her, thrusting their wildly ejaculating pricks into her pitifully 
subjected body, pumping their lewd, hot sperm into the insanely heaving 
belly of his beloved wife. 

And then, he went blind in his rage and charged them! 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

It was an unusual thing for them to take coffee to the bedroom, but it was 
even more out of the ordinary to accompany the electric pot with a bottle of 
brandy. Peter carried the latter. 

"They tell me there's a thing called coffee royale that's out of this 
world," he said, working at the bottle top while Miriam placed the tray on 
the bureau. 

In the flimsy negligee he had bought her and insisted she wear, this night, 
she poured the coffee and carried it to his side of the bed, while he, with 
a twinkle in his eye, laced it rather heavily. 

"They also tell me that spirits are remarkable in that they bring your 
deepest emotions to the surface," he said, looking up at her with a sly 
grin. 

She smiled down at him saying nothing, and Peter looked up at her from where 
he sat on the side of the bed, his eyes engorging themselves on her 
loveliness. Her long silky, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and 
there was no deceiving makeup to mar her lovely young face. He reached out 
and drew her to him between his legs, running his hand beneath her gauzy 
gown, up along the back of her thighs until it encased the round fullness of 
one soft, full buttock, then slipped over to cover the smooth, white cleft 
that split them, doing his best to encompass both of the full round moons. 

"I-I've been an awful fool, darling," he whispered up to her. "Can you 
forgive me... ever?" 

Miriam gasped aloud in her ecstasy, moving forward to press his handsome 
head against her belly. 

"D-Dear God, Peter... can you forgive me? I love you so very very much. 
I-I'm the one to blame. Look what I did! Buying the furniture and taking the 
church money... but worst of all... I gave that evil man the brooch you gave 
me for a wedding gift... " Peter swallowed tightly, making a wry face as he 
pressed his cheek into the soft resilience of her belly. "That's another 
thing," he said softly. "That brooch... it was worthless... I paid 
ninety-eight cents for it I-I just wanted you to think... " 

He never finished. Miriam was laughing too hard. She draped herself over him 
and fell onto the bed, rolling onto her back and he crept up beside her, 
running his hand up and down her exposed thighs beneath the pulled-up 
negligee. 

"Oh... Peter, Peter." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and 
pulling his face down to be kissed. "I love you... you dirty Texas 
swindler." 

"Can you forgive me?" he asked, leaning over her, his hand still working, 
but now between her soft, inner thighs that she was slowly spreading apart 
for him. 

"Yes... yes, I forgive you, my darling," she was saying, as suddenly her 
eyes seemed to drift away before him in some deep thought "What is it, 
Baby?" he whispered. "Something's bothering you." 

"No," she shook her head. "No, not really. I-I was just thunking of Luke 
Dester... and Sara. Do... do you think he intended to kill her?" 

For a moment Peter was silent "He had reason enough... but no one will ever 
know for sure. They... they say he's mentally deficient since the 
accident... I doubt that they'll do anything to him, except to put him 
someplace where he'll get the care he needs." 

Miriam nodded. "Yes... " she replied, but secretly, she thought different 
Luke had been wiser than anyone had ever dreamed. Then: "What about the 
others... Eli Baines and Rick... all of them? What will happen to them 
Peter?" 

She saw his face harden bitterly. He said: "Baines has an old murder charge 
to face. That'll take care of him for the rest of his days. As for the 
others, they were all involved in smuggling and selling narcotics... part of 
their syndicate-wide operations they tried to hook me into. Fortunately, 
when I opened the valise and found out what it was, I realized my only hope 
was to go to the police and tell them everything... It'll be a long time 
before they're free to prey on society again... including Rick Gilardo." 

Miriam winced at even the sound of his name. 

"Listen," Peter said suddenly, "I don't want to hear anymore about anyone 
this night but you and me... you hear?" 

He kissed her and she felt his hand exploring that erotic area that would 
surely set her off in a moment. She laughed. "What do you think the 
parishioners would say if they could see us now?" 

"To hell with the parishioners," he hissed, still smiling as he moved up 
over her, his finger delicately finding the thin, tight slit between her 
legs. "Come Sunday and I'm going to give them a sermon they won't forget." 

"Oh... ? On what?" 

"Love thy neighbor... every chance you get" 

"Ooooohhhh, Peterrrrr... do it to me, darling, and don't ever stop again... 


THE END
