Depravicus

by Ray Gordon

  "You deserve all that's coming to you," she hissed. "I've worked for months to rid the village of you. And now my work's finished."

  "I'm so pleased to hear it," Will smiled, lifting his cassock. "Would you like to suck the spunk out of my cock before you fuck off?"

  "My God," she gasped, eyeing his sperm-dripping penis snaking over his heavy balls. "Never have I..."

  "Seen such a fucking great cock?" Will chuckled as she scurried down the lane. "I'll bet you've never had your pussy fucked, let alone your mouth!" he called as she rounded the corner and disappeared.

  "Father Entercock," Mrs Bareham-Puttocks gasped as she approached. "Never have I heard such foul language."

  "Foul language?" Will frowned. "I was talking about her pussy having its whiskers plucked around its mouth."

  "Oh, er... I thought you said... Never mind."

  "How's your pussy, Mrs Bareham-Puttocks?"

  "He's fine, thank you. Word has it that you're leaving Cumsdale."

  "Really? Who said that?"

  "The Reverend Mother mentioned it when I was up at the convent earlier today."

  "She's mistaken," Will smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."

  "Oh, that's odd. She said that you were leaving this evening."

  "No, no, no. Well, I'd better be going. It's been nice talking to you, Mrs Bareham-Puttocks."

  "Oh, yes... Well, if you're not leaving the village..."

  "I'll be here forever and a day," Will said, hurriedly returning to the house.

  Back in the bar he found Bob downing another large scotch. Slurring his words as he rambled on about spunking Marianne's hot mouth, the man was well on his way to oblivion. There was no point in trying to converse with him, Will knew as he walked behind the bar and downed his drink before pouring another one. The time running on, he was becoming increasingly nervous. Miss Noble and Mrs Bareham-Puttocks were obviously aware that something was going to happen, but...

  "A glass of white wine, please," the Reverend Mother smiled as she wandered into the bar.

  "Certainly, madam," Will said, wondering what the woman's game was.

  "And two pints of bitter," the Bishop said, walking into the bar with Smith in tow.

  They'd obviously come to watch the showdown, Will thought, pouring the drinks. Watching as his three unwelcome guests sat at the table in the corner of the room, Will wasn't sure what to do. Bob raised his head and managed to order another pint of lager and a whisky chaser, obviously intending to blow his head off with alcohol. Will felt nervous as he stood behind the bar and downed his pint and watched the Bishop, Smith and the slagger chatting over their drinks. The phone ringing, he wandered into the kitchen. If this was Josie...

  "Good evening Father Entercock," Cardinal Browngrass said as Will grabbed the phone.

  "Oh, Cardinal..." Will stammered.

  "I'll be over to see you in about half an hour, if that's all right?"

  "Er..." Shit. "Yes, yes of course."

  "There's a matter I wish to discuss with you. It's a matter of great importance concerning your position in the church."

  "Oh, right."

  "I'll see you soon, Father."

  "Yes, yes of course."

  That was it, Will mused, banging the phone down. The bastards had got together and destroyed him. A matter of great importance concerning his position in the church. Shaking his head, he sighed, unable to believe that the slagger and Kosher had won. Smith didn't matter any more. Whatever he had planned didn't matter. Supposing that he ought to release Marianne, he wandered out into the garden and looked up at the heavens. "Why have you forsaken me?" he mumbled. "Was I really that bed?" Taking the padlock key from his cassock pocket, he was about to enter the shed when the phone rang.

  "More bad news," he breathed, walking back into the kitchen and lifting the receiver.

  "Will, it's Josie."

  "Oh, hi."

  "Are you all right?"

  "Never been better." Never been worse.

  "I'm at Gatwick Airport. I so pleased my assignment didn't take three months."

  "Yes... so am I."

  "I'll get the next train and see you soon."

  "Right. That'll be nice."

  "I have a surprise for you, Will."

  And he had several surprises for her. "OK, I'll see you soon."

  Returning to the bar, Will refilled the sniggering trio's glasses. They were right cunts, he thought as they sat at their table whispering about him. He'd a good mind to throw them out, but nothing really mattered any more. At least he was making money out of them. Whatever happened, he still had Josie. Didn't he? Wandering out to the shed, he decided to make the most of his last moments of freedom. Unlocking the door, gazing at Marianne's tethered body, his penis stiffening beneath his cassock, he thought he heard a noise in the garden. Now what? He left the shed and looked at the bushes. More spies?

  "Hi, Will," Lana and Lolita said in unison as they approached him. "We thought we'd take a walk through the woods, that's why we came back over the fence."

  "Oh, right," Will murmured despondently.

  "Are you OK?" Lana asked.

  "No, not really. The time has come, my time is nigh."

  "Are you dying?" Lolita asked.

  "I might as well be."

  "Got a last request?"

  "Yes, yes I have," he smiled. "Come into the shed with me."

  Following him, the girls held their hands to their open mouths as they gazed at Marianne's tethered body, the gag, the weals fanning out across her pert bottom. Unable to resist temptation, Lolita knelt behind the prisoner and parted her crimsoned buttocks. Pressing her lips over her brown hole, she sucked out Will's sperm, moaning through her nose as her arousal soared. This was what life was all about, Will reflected, watching Lana removing her clothes. But not any more. Gone were the days of wicked debauchery.

  "Mmm, you taste nice," Lana murmured, lifting Will's cassock and sucking his stiffening penis into her wet mouth. "I hope you're not going to die before I've swallowed your spunk."

  "I'm not going to die," Will chuckled. "I'm just going to be defrocked, defamed, demoralized, destroyed..."

  "And despunked."

  "It looks that way."

  "Stick it up the slut's arse," Lolita giggled, parting Marianne's firm buttocks. "I want to watch you fuck her tight arsehole."

  "You have a wonderful way with words," Lana murmured, rising to her feet and joining her friend. "We'll watch," she smiled as Will stood behind Marianne.

  "I've already done this once," Will breathed. "But there's no reason I can't do it again."

  Pressing his saliva-dripping knob hard against Marianne's brown hole as the girls held her thrashed buttocks wide apart, Will pushed his swollen plum deep into the furnace of her inner core. Each managing to slip a finger into Marianne's bottom-hole alongside Will's cock, the girls yanked the tight hole wide open. Watching the anal fucking they giggled and talked about living at the house with Will. Nights of rampant fucking and lesbian sex.

  Trying not to think of the future, Will made his fucking motions, ramming his ballooning knob in and out of the girl's tight anal tube as his swinging balls pummelled the fleshy swell of her sex-wet vaginal lips. No matter what the future held, he'd make sure he had a constant supply of pussies. Even if he was forced to leave the village, he'd ensure that his cock...

  "Are you there, Father?" Cardinal Browngrass called from the back door.

  "God," Will gasped, his spunk jetting deep into Marianne's rear.

  "Father Entercock, are you there?"

  "Who's that?" Lana asked, wanking the last of Will's sperm out of his throbbing knob as he withdrew.

  "Someone I really don't want to see," he replied, lowering his cassock. "You'd better stay out here. I have a sneaky feeling that the shit's about the hit the fucking fan."

  "OK, we'll play with her," Lana smiled, slapping Marianne's naked buttocks.

  "Right, I'll see you all later. I hope."

  Le
aving the shed, Will took a deep breath as he walked towards the house. Cardinal Browngrass would have seen the bar, talked to the Bishop and the Reverend Mother... And Will was well and truly fucked. At least, once he been defrocked, he wouldn't have to do any explaining. The bar was his business, and if he was no longer in the priesthood, then the church could go and fuck themselves. Finally wandering into the bar, Will poured himself a pint of lager and gazed that Cardinal Browngrass. The man was sitting with the Bishop, Smith and the slagger. No doubt they'd have a party after...

  "Ah, Father Entercock," the Cardinal grinned, walking over to the bar.

  "Good evening," Will smiled. "Would you like a drink?"

  "Well, I shouldn't... All right, a large scotch, please. I didn't realize that you had a private bar in your house."

  "Er... Well, I..." Will began as the trio sniggered in the corner of the room.

  "And a fruit machine. Most unusual."

  "Yes, it was an idea I had for bringing in money for the church," Will smiled

  "Lying bastard," the slagger mumbled under her breath.

  "I see. Er... It's the church I wanted to talk to you about, Father." Sipping his scotch, the man leaned over the bar. "Is there anywhere we can talk in private?"

  "Er... The lounge," Will replied.

  "What about the garden? It's such a lovely evening. Bird song, the sounds of the county side... Let's go into the garden."

  The sounds of sluts writhing in orgasm, more like. "Erm, all right," Will conceded.

  The trio again sniggered as Will opened the French doors and led the man into the garden. All was lost, he knew as they walked across the grass to the bushes, the sounds of female lust emanating from the shed. At least the Cardinal enjoyed a drop of scotch, he thought, watching the man sip from his glass as an orgasmic scream emanated from the shed. Spunk dripping from his knob and running down his thighs, Will rubbed his crotch through his cassock as he waited for the bad news.

  "This isn't going to be easy," Cardinal Browngrass murmured, turning and facing Will. "I've asked the Bishop and the Reverend Mother here because..."

  "And Smith?" Will broke in.

  "I don't know the other man. As I was saying, I've asked the Bishop and the Reverend Mother to meet us here this evening because... I really don't know how to say this. You enjoy the priesthood, don't you?"

  "Yes, I do," Will sighed. At least, he did.

  "Get your fist up her," Lolita cried. "Shove it right up her."

  "Er... What was that?" the Cardinal asked, looking at the shed.

  "Kids next door," Will replied, shaking his head.

  "As I was saying."

  "Just come out with it, Cardinal," Will said. "It can't be easy for you, but..."

  "It's never easy telling someone that they're out of a job."

  This was great, Will thought, gazing up at the sky. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

  "I've seen photographs, Father Entercock. Photographs most disturbing. Sins of the flesh committed with girls..."

  "Yes, yes," Will breathed. "I know what you're talking about."

  "It's unhealthy, unholy, ungodly, unclean, unforgivable... Any man who blatantly commits sins of the flesh cannot be part of the church."

  "I understand."

  "I've been watching from a distance, keeping my eyes on things in Cumsdale. And I have to say that I've been shocked to the core on many occasions. For a man of the cloth to fornicate in a church is... Shall we go back to the bar? I think I'm in need of a top-up."

  "So am I," Will mumbled.

  The sniggering trio were going to have the time of their lives when the news broke, Will knew as he led the Cardinal through the French door into the bar. PC Bridlington had arrived along with several other villagers. They'd no doubt heard what was going to happen and had come along for a laugh. Forgive them, Father, for they do not know what they are doing, Will thought, refilling the Cardinal's glass. That was the problem; they knew full well what he'd done.

  "Might I have a word?" the Cardinal said, indicating for the Bishop and the Reverend Mother to join him at the end of the bar.

  "Of course, your eminence," the Bishop grinned, leaping to his feet.

  "We'd be delighted," the slagger rejoined.

  Leaning on the bar, Will averted his gaze as three pairs of eyes stared at him. This was embarrassing, humiliating... What the fuck? As far as he was concerned they could all go and suck each other's arseholes. As the Cardinal stammered something about the church not being suitable for everyone, Will shook his head. Wondering why he didn't just get on with it, he cringed as the man pulled several photographs from his cassock pocket. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?

  "I really don't want to show you these," he said. "But I feel that you should all know the truth."

  "My God," the Reverend Mother gasped as she gazed in horror at the photographs.

  "Bloody hell," the Bishop cried.

  "Father, would you take a look at these?" the Cardinal asked, passing them over the bar.

  "Fucking... I mean, bloody hell," Will breathed, staring at several photographs of Marianne sucking the Bishop's erect cock, sperm running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. "But I thought..."

  "Needless to say, Bishop, you are relieved of your duties as from now," Cardinal Browngrass sighed. "This is a sad and sorry time. Father Entercock," he said, facing Will. "Would you accept the post of Bishop?"

  "Er... Fuck me... I mean..."

  "I'll take that as a yes."

  "But... but..." the slagger stammered, her fat cheeks flushed as she fainted and keeled over.

  "Congratulations," the Cardinal smiled as the Bishop fled the bar in disgrace. "I believe another drink is in order."

  "I believe several drinks are in order," Will beamed, refilling the man's glass. "Er... Do you mind if I spend a few moments alone in the garden? I need to gather my thoughts."

  "Of course. I'll wait here for you."

  Standing in the garden, Will couldn't believe what had happened. God moved in mysterious ways, he thought, wondering what Smith was planning to do. The man could ruin him, he knew as he walked to the bushes and breathed in the summer evening air. What would Josie say? What would the Reverend Mother do when she realized that Will's rank was well above hers? Orgasmic screams emanating from the shed, Will walked across the grass and opened the door. Whispering something to the naked girls, he decided to return to the bar and chat to Smith. He had to discover what his plan was, whether he intended to expose the priest... The new Bishop as the sad creep he really was.

  "Any comments for the Sunday..." Smith began as Will walked into the bar.

  "Yes, I do have a comment," Will broke in. "What's your game?"

  "I think you know my game, Entercock."

  "Yes, I believe I do. Go out to the shed, if you want a real story."

  "The shed? Oh, your den of... Yes, I know all about that."

  "Go and take a look. I think you'll be most surprised."

  "Right, I'll do that. The more evidence, the better."

  "Where's he off to?" the Cardinal asked as Will joined him at the bar.

  "He's about to discover... Let's just say that he's about to pay dearly for his sins," Will smiled. "I have a camera in the shed. There'll be a few more photographs by the end of the evening."

  "I'm not with you," the man frowned.

  "It's nothing for you to worry about, Cardinal Browngrass. Another drink?"

  "Yes, why not?"

  "Will, I'm home!" Josie called from the hall.

  "Er... I'm just nipping out into the garden, Cardinal. I may be some time."

  "Oh, er..."

  Hiding behind the shed, his heart racing, his hands trembling, Will wondered what the hell to do. He could hear Smith gasping, the squelching of sex as the camera shutter clicked. At lest he now had something on the bastard. But Josie... Hearing her screams emanating from what was once a beautiful dining room, he sat on the ground behind the shed and held his hand to
his head. She might calm down once Cardinal Browngrass had told her the good news, he reflected. There again, perhaps not. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.

  "Really give to me," Lana gasped.

  "Why are you taking photographs?" Smith asked as the squelching sound of vaginal juices filled the air.

  "Evidence of your filth and debauchery," Lolita giggled. "We're both underage. Actually, we're not. But no one knows that."

  "I'll have Entercock for this," the man hissed. "God, I'm coming."

  "William Entercock!" Josie called from the back door. "Where the fucking hell are you?"

  "I do have one comment, Mr Smith," Will called, tapping on the side of the shed.

  "Entercock, you fucking bastard. You fucking set me up. I'll be imprisoned and... God, I'm there."

  "Print this in your bloody newspaper. Fuck off!"

  -oOo-

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  Depravicus

  Struggling with her naked body he bent her over the altar, face down, grabbing the rope and tying her down in readiness for the thrashing. 'That's got you,' he cried as he tethered her ankles, running the ropes around the altar, pulling on them until her feet were wide apart. Her hands tied behind her back, her feet asunder, she lay over the altar with her rounded buttocks exposed...

  The Reverend William Entercock is the highly unorthodox priest of Cumsdale Church. As well as running various lucrative undercover commercial enterprises, the randy rev also enjoys distinctly worldly relationships with a range of the parish's young ladies.

  The vicar's boisterous activities have aroused the suspicions of Bishop Simon Holesgood, who, joined by a vengeful Mother Superior, set their sights on getting Entercock defrocked. And even worse, an attractive young tabloid journalist wants to expose the priest for the sake of the sensational story that revelation of his excesses will make...