Depravicus

by Ray Gordon

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sitting at the bar sipping lager, Will felt despondency setting in. At least Lana had gone out for the evening with Lolita and the girls in the shed had gone home. But the situation was ridiculous, he mused, wondering which newspaper Smith worked for. It was a sad world, he reflected. A man can't screw around, bring a little pleasure to girls without being hounded by hypocrites. There again, a juicy story about a pervy priest screwing in the woods would certainly sell papers.

  The Reverend Mother was behind all the trouble, he knew. Wondering whether it would have been best to have kept away from the convent, he realized that the slagger would have discovered his wicked ways and come after him anyway. He didn't really know what her problem was, why she was hell-bent on destroying him. His antics with young ladies was only harmless fun. Why all the fuss? The girls certainly weren't complaining. Well, not all of them. Jealousy? That was the slag-bag's problem.

  But where to from here? Where was life going to take him? The bar was running well. Although the business was illegal, PC Bridlington didn't seem to care. He was just another punter pleased to be able to have a beer whenever he liked without paying through the nose for it. There were plenty of girls to screw, orders from the web site for panties were increasing, the money was rolling in... Just when things were going so well, some idiot from a tabloid newspaper has to stick his nose in. Wondering what the evening would bring, Will went into the kitchen as the phone rang. If this was Josie...

  "Hi," Marianne said. "Are you busy this evening?"

  "Er... Not really," Will replied, wondering whether she was the girl on the inside.

  "I thought you might like to have sex with me," she giggled.

  "Sounds like a good idea," he said, wondering what her game was.

  "I'll come round now, if that's OK?"

  "Right, I'll look forward to it."

  As she hung up, Will rubbed his chin. Smith had said that his girl on the inside was ready. Was Marianne's phone call purely coincidence? If she was the insider, then Will was determined to ensure that she couldn't play her part in whatever plan Smith had devised. Preparing the shed for the girl's visit, Will returned to the bar and poured a pint of lager. The scene was set, he reflected, wondering who was going to run the bar while he dealt with Marianne. Deciding that the punters would just have to help themselves while he was in the shed, he smiled as Marianne wandered into the room.

  "You're all alone," she said, standing by his side and licking her full lips.

  "Yes, it's quiet this evening," he replied, eyeing the deep crevasse of her cleavage. "So, what's all this about?"

  "I told you. I thought we'd have sex."

  "When I have sex, I have real sex," he murmured. "None of this missionary crap, if you get my meaning?"

  "I know exactly what you mean," she beamed, checking her watch. "Shall we go into the lounge?"

  "I've prepared my sex den," he enlightened her. "Follow me."

  Leading the girl into the shed, Will was sure that she was the insider. His suspicion would very soon be confirmed, he though in his rising wickedness as the girl gazed at the chair he'd placed in the centre of the shed. Frowning, she looked at the ropes and handcuffs, the leather whips and bamboo canes. She'd wanted to go into the lounge, which Will found interesting. Perhaps a raid had been planned, he thought, imagining several men with cameras bursting into the lounge. But screwing a teenage girl wasn't illegal. There must be more to the plan.

  "OK, take your clothes off and we'll get started," he said.

  "I'd rather we were in the lounge," she whined.

  "But this is perfect," Will smiled. "We have all the equipment we could want here."

  "No, I want to go to the lounge."

  "I'll tell you what we'll do. Let's start out here and we'll go into the lounge later."

  "All right, but I don't want to stay out here for long."

  Unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her straining bra, she looked a little nervous. Again, she glanced at her watch, she unhooked her bra, the silk cups falling away from the firm globes as Will waited with bated breath. She was in for some serious anal sex, he mused as she tugged her miniskirt down her legs. Speculums, vibrators, clamps and steel rings... Will really did have all the necessary equipment to sexually torment the truth out of the girl.

  The evening sun streaming in through the window, casting its rays over her curvaceous body, she was a stunning beauty. Slipping her wet panties down and kicking them aside, her vagina lips devoid of pubic hair, she stood before Will and ran her hands over the curves of her eminently fuckable body. Will eyed a bamboo cane in the corner of the shed as she toyed with her pussy. Once she was tied over the chair, her naked buttocks protruding, he'd thrash her until she confessed her wicked sins. He was safe enough in the shed, he mused. With the girl gagged, he screams stifled, no one would know she was there. Deciding to lock the shed and the French doors after he'd dealt with her, he took her arm and ordered her to lean over the back of the chair.

  "I really would like to go into the lounge," she said, taking her position.

  "Later," Will smiled, cuffing her ankles to the chair legs. "There's plenty of time."

  "No there isn't," she returned as he tied her wrists to the chair legs with rope. "I have to be home soon."

  "At eight o'clock?" he asked.

  "Yes, eight... About eight, my mother said."

  "Right, now you're my prisoner I want you to tell me what the plan is."

  "Plan?" she echoed shakily. "What plan?"

  "Mr Smith's plan to destroy me."

  "I don't know..."

  "I thought you make it hard on yourself. Oh well, I have more than enough equipment here to torture the truth out of you."

  "What truth?"

  "We'll begin with a damned good naked buttock thrashing," he chuckled, taking the cane fro the corner.

  "What's happening in the lounge later?"

  "Nothing," she murmured. "I don't know what you mean."

  "You're going to get this," he said, flexing the cane as she lifted her head as stared at him.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," she returned, fear mirrored in her wide eyes. "The truth, the lounge... What do you mean?"

  "Who are you, Marianne?"

  "My mother's daughter."

  "And I'm my father's sister. OK, have it your way."

  Standing behind her and raising the cane above his head, Will brought it down across the pale flesh of her naked buttocks with a loud crack. The girl's body jolting violently, she cried out as the cane lashed her anal orbs again. Rather enjoying himself, his cock tenting his cassock as he thrashed the screaming girl's anal globes, Will decided to gag her. The last thing he wanted were people coming to investigate, probably thinking that a murder was taking place. Grabbing the girl's blouse, he rolled it up and moved towards her.

  "Please," she gasped. "Let me go."

  "This is your last chance to save yourself," he said, standing behind her with the gag. "Once you're gagged, you won't be able to confess your sins. Now, tell me the truth."

  "All right," she sobbed. "Mrs Baxter isn't my mother."

  "What? I don't give a toss about Mrs fucking Baxter. I want to know about Smith and his plan."

  "All I know is that Miss Noble is behind it."

  "Miss Noble?" Will echoed. "What's that old bat got against me? I haven't seen her for months. You're lying, Marianne."

  "I'm not lying. I heard Miss Noble talking to Mrs Baxter."

  "Your mother?"

  "No, Miss Noble."

  "What? I think you're deliberately trying to confuse me. Mrs Baxter, your mother, Miss Noble... I shall thrash the demons out of your womb."

  "You can't thrash my womb."

  "No, but I can thrash your bottom and your tits and your pussy. Do you have a last request?"

  "Yes, leave me alone."

  "Request denied."

  "Do you know how old I am?" she asked softly.

  "You're ei
ghteen. Your mother told me. I mean, Mrs Baxter."

  "Can you be sure about that, Entercock? What if I'm younger? You'd be in all sorts of trouble if I'm..."

  Gagging her pretty mouth he grabbed the whip and raised it above his head. The leather tails swished through the air and landed across her twitching globes with a crack. She knew a damned site more than she was letting on, and would be punished for her wicked sins. Again and again he flailed her crimsoned buttocks, her tethered body jolting with every lash of the whip.

  Hearing someone calling from the house he dropped the whip and left the shed. Padlocking the door and dashing across the grass, he grinned. Smith was standing at the bar, looking about and obviously waiting to be served. The bastard's plan was going to fail miserably, Will mused, wandering into the room and locking the French doors behind him. With the slut gagged and locked in the shed, there was no evidence of debauchery. Greeting his guest as the man ordered a large scotch, Will walked behind the bar, chatting about the weather as he pushed a glass up to the optic. He was determined to come across as normal. The last thing he wanted was to rouse the man's suspicion.

  "It's been really nice of late," he said, placing the drink on the bar.

  "Yes, it has," Smith agreed, passing Will a five-pound note. "All alone, then?"

  "Yes, it's been very quiet," Will smiled, placing the change on the bar.

  "Er... It's a shame there are no girls here. The place is usually heaving with them."

  "It is odd," Will sighed. "Perhaps they've all gone on a day trip to the coast."

  "I was expecting to see one girl in particular," Smith said. "Her name's Marianne. Do you know her?"

  "Marianne?" Will echoed, raising his eyes to the ceiling and rubbing his chin pensively. "No, I can't say that I know her. Had you arranged to meet her here?"

  "Yes, yes I had."

  "No doubt she'll turn up. What's she look like?"

  "Pretty with long blonde hair."

  "Hang on. There was a blonde girl in the lane earlier. She asked me the way to the railway station. She had a suitcase with her."

  "Oh, er... That's strange," Smith frowned.

  "Come to think of it, she said something about the London train and not wanting to get involved with... Now, what was it? Ah, yes. Not wanting to get involved with fucking newspaper reporters. Choice words for a young lady, I thought."

  "Damn," Smith breathed, knocking back his scotch. "Er... I'll be back later. I have to go and see someone."

  "Certainly," Will beamed. "See you in a while."

  Chuckling as the man left, Will clapped his hands together. "So far, so good," he murmured, filling a pint glass with lager. But he was very disappointed with Marianne. She was a strange girl, but he'd never dreamed that she'd join forces with the likes of Smith in an effort to destroy an innocent priest. Or, not so innocent. At least she was under lock and key, he mused, sipping his lager and se he waited for the next move in the game. Smith would undoubtedly return but, his plan in ruins, what would he do? Bring another girl into the plan and use her as bait?

  As there were no punters in the bar he decided to return to the shed and give Marianne another good thrashing. She was going to pay dearly for her sins, he thought, wondering whether to give her an anal shagging. And as for Miss Noble... Will hadn't seen the woman around the village for months. Why had she crawled out of the woodwork? They'd had one or two run-ins in the past, but nothing so serious as to cause her to seek revenge like this. Perhaps Marianne was lying, Will thought, leaving the house by the kitchen door and walking to the shed.

  Moaning through her nose, Marianne looked up as Will stood before her. Perhaps she was ready to talk, he thought, moving behind her and running his fingertips over the burning moons of her naked bottom. Lifting his cassock, he grabbed the solid shaft of his erect penis and ran his purple plum up and down the gaping valley of her wet cunny. Repeatedly dragging her girl-juices up her sex valley with his bulbous knob and lubricating her bottom-hole as she squirmed, he finally pressed his solid glans hard against the delicate tissue of her anal inlet.

  His cock-head slipping into her warm rectal sheath he gasped and shuddered. She really was a tight-arsed little beauty, he mused, his shaft sinking slowly into her inner core. Her ring hugging the root of his cock, she again moaned through her nose and struggled to break free. She loved it really, Will knew as he moved back, his cock sliding out until her ring gripped the rim of his helmet.

  "Yes," he breathed, his shaft sinking into her again, her body convulsing as he impaled her on his lust staff.

  "Ah, there you are," Bob grinned, entering the shed. "Up to no good as usual."

  "Bob, it's good to see you," Will smiled. "Have you brought your slut with you?"

  "No, I've left her at home," he said, hauling his erect cock out of his trousers. "I couldn't make it the other evening. I got tied up, so to speak. Where did you find this little scrubbit?"

  "She found me. Where are you going to stick that?" Will asked, eyeing the man's bulbous knob.

  "Down her throat, seeing as you've taken her arse."

  "Excellent. Who's a lucky girl, Marianne?"

  "Looks like I turned up at the right time, Will."

  "It's always the right time if you're looking for a mouth-fuck at my house. Or an anal fuck or a vaginal screwing or a cleavage spunking or a hand job or a two-mouth blowjob or a..."

  "Shall we get on with the job in hand?" Bob asked, yanking the gag away from the girl's mouth.

  "Damned right," Will laughed. "Satan, I offer thee this slut-whore's body in the name of lust and depravity and crude sex and obscenities so fucking vulgar and vile and filthy and dirty and debased..."

  "The job in hand, Will?"

  "Oh, right."

  As Marianne swallowed Bob's cock Will continued his anal rogering, rocking her naked body with every gruelling thrust of his penis. This was just like old times, he thought, gliding in and out of the girl's contracting rectum. His old mate Bob Cummings fucking one end while he fucked the other. But there was still that bastard shit-spreader Smith to contend with.

  As the men fucked and chatted, Will told Bob about Smith and the devious plan of destruction. Much to Will's delight, Bob reckoned he had the idea of all mother-fucking ideas. Set fire to the convent, murder the Reverend Slagger, fuck Kosher's arse and spunk down Smith's throat. But it wasn't the sort of plan Will wanted to go along with. Setting fire to the convent would be not only dangerous but a criminal waste of freshly-soiled knickers. Murdering the slagger sounded OK, but fucking Kosher's arse didn't appeal to him either.

  "Have you seen Josie again?" Will breathed, his swinging balls battering Marianne's juicy cunny lips.

  "No I haven't," Bob gasped, his glans swelling within the girl's gobbling mouth. "I'm sure I wasn't mistaken the other day. It was definitely Josie. So what about this cunt Smith?"

  "I'm not going to spunk down his throat," Will chortled. "God, she's a tight-arsed little beauty!"

  "Give me a shout when you're going to fill her up. I'll spunk at the same time if I can."

  "Not far off now," Will breathed, his knob driving in and out of the girl's anal duct. Gripping her hips he rammed his knob-head deep, his spunk finally coursing along his swollen shaft and gushing from the slit. Gasping, Bob released his sperm too, flooding the squirming girl's mouth, bathing her tongue as she endured the vigorous double fucking. Shuddering, her tethered body convulsing, the girl swallowed hard as the man's cock pumped its sperm and his balls drained.

  "God," Will breathed, the last of his spunk jetting from his knob, the liquid oozing past her anal ring and running down the pale flesh of her inner thighs. "That was incredible." The remnants of Bob's sperm bathing her tongue, he slipped his spent cock out of her mouth as Will finally withdrew his deflating penis from her rear passage. Lowering his cassock as his friend zipped his trousers, Will checked his watch. The time approaching eight, he suggested they go into the bar and have a drink to recover.

 
"What about me?" the girl spluttered, sperm dribbling from her mouth.

  "You can stay there until we need you again," Will chuckled, gagging her. Following Bob out of the shed he locked the door.

  "So," he said, entering the bar and pouring two pints of lager as his friend sat on a stool, "it's eight o'clock. I wonder what's going to happen."

  "Nothing, I reckon," the man replied.

  "It's too quiet for my liking," Will frowned. "Something's going on, I'm sure."

  Leaving the man to his drink, Will walked through the hall and wandered out into the lane. It was a beautiful summer evening, ideal for a romp in the woods with a few girls. But Will's mind was becoming riddled with worry. He couldn't think of anything other than cunt-face Smith and his evil plan. Consoling himself, Will thought of Josie. A lot had happened since she'd been gone. Fucking, sucking, spunking, licking, drinking, screwing, more drinking... He'd been a fool, he knew as he turned his thoughts to Smith. He should have realized that the man was a cunt-faced spy out to expose him.

  "Good evening, Father," Miss Noble smiled as she approached.

  "Good evening, Miss Noble. How are you?"

  "Never been better," she grinned, almost triumphantly. "Father Kosher's church is doing so well, don't you agree?"

  "Not as well as my church," Will returned, trying not to become angry.

  "He's such a lovely man. Honest, friendly, and so helpful. I was surprised to hear that you're priest of Cumsdale Church again. I'd have thought they'd have chosen a man of morals, an upright pillar of the community rather than someone who drinks and smokes and fornicates."

  "That's exactly what they did, Miss Noble. Chose a man of morals and..."

  "Come on, Father. You and I both know that you're a despicable man who has no concern for the church or the parishioners. Apart from female parishioners, of course."

  "You're right, Miss Noble. I don't give a toss about old bags like you. Give me a tight cunt any day."