Angelic Beauty

by Lisa-Ann Carey

  She would probably never breathe the air again.

  Up the rocky path he carried her over his shoulder, the gag rubbed abrasively against the corners of her mouth, she felt so weary and worn she thought she had already been shot and felt like the dead beast he had caught so proudly hanging over his shoulder.

  The sound of leather against leather, the snorting of horse nostrils could be heard by the pair. She feared a gang raping. What could she do, how could she escape?

  Worried he would be caught he decided on the spur of the moment he would sexually assault her. She had always feared the random, senseless crime the unfortunate mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person. But the man who would violate her would not be a stranger, but someone she knew.

  He tossed her on the ground like a wounded beast and pinned her shoulders down. “Let me love you all the way.” She kicked and punched but could not scream. He roughly ripped her clothes off. She wanted him to stop, that begging look in her eyes he ignored. “This is what we both need right now.” He unzipped his pants she passed out. Then minutes later she snapped out of her daze and back into reality. His penis though small was strong, back and forth his penis went her vagina froze he couldn’t squirt and before too long his penis was down. Aching all over she cried wishing Malachi could soothe her.

  “If you ever give your love to that Malachi again or with those toyboys I will kill you. Understood?” He grabbed her hair and shook her head, then he placed the pistol to her neck. He was unbelievably scary to poor Angea-Lea her body was paralysed. She felt like it was all her fault she felt like a dirty little slut.

  All rapes are devastating but rape by a friend is a double betrayal. She lost her self-respect her self-esteem and emotionally disintegrated.

  The hot sun made her feel tacky long gone went the smell of her oatmeal and honey shampoo and treatment conditioner she’d used for the last bachelor bedroom bliss. It was hard to feel ladylike she missed the changing fashion in her wardrobe her silk shirts, her tweed wool/spandex skirts the brown leather gloves to match her Enzo Angiolini shoes.

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  “Malachi do you think we are getting closer to where she may be?”

  “She could be just over this rise.”

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  Manuel’s legs were spread over her groin he quickly did up his fly and put her clothes back on her Angea-Lea was angry they were torn.

  Her mouth ached he removed the gun from her throat. She could hear Malachi’s voice, and was excited he was near and soon would be safe and secure back at the chalet and her abductor arrested.

  Manuel carefully brushed away sticks and stones from under him his sly eyes scanned the other side of the hill. She looked at him and could tell by the look of fierceness on his face and that jealous look he had spotted her fiancé but he wasn’t sure who the dark skinned lad was.

  He allowed her to look over the rise through the tree branches she saw Malachi and Jiminez. Malachi’s gleaming blond hair was a welcome sight to her and she gurgled with happiness.

  Naturally she jumped up trying desperately to call out his name, praying he would spot her. But Manuel with hands on her hips tugged her back down and held her tightly against his chest.

  With gun at the ready he pointed it in their direction lining it up with Malachi’s head patiently waiting in expectation.

  Manuel with Angea-Lea

  Chapter Sixteen

  Malachi and Jiminez rode further up the hill and a scurrying animal knocked the pistol out of Manuel’s hand and carried it in its mouth far, far away.

  The pair reached the top of the hill faster than Manuel could move, at last he found her, Jiminez aimed a gun at Manuel telling him not to move, the private search party arrived on the scene and Malachi slipped off his horse and removed the gag from Angea-Lea, he gave her a quick hug then they mounted the horse and she rode away to safety behind her saviour with Jiminez beside them and Manuel trailing behind on horseback with the leader of the search party, the rest of the team followed.

  When they reached the chalet Angea-Lea clung to her fiancé relieved to be back in his strong embrace. It was late in the afternoon by the time Angea-Lea had finished explaining to the authorities all that her abductor had done to her and Manuel was taken away to be deported back to France and thrown in a French prison for kidnapping and raping Angea-Lea Siffleur.

  “I am sorry Malachi I thought it was you who abducted my Angea-Lea,” Antaeus told him hugging his daughter.

  “No, Sir, I love her. I would like to marry her soon, do I have your approval? then Jiminez will be our adopted son.”

  “Of course, we would be happy to have you wed our daughter.”

  “And another thing Pappa and Mama, I am carrying Malachi’s little baby,” Angea-Lea said.

  Her mother hugged her, “Darling we are so happy we hope it will be a girl.”

  “Thank you Mama.”

  Further personal feelings about the rape were better hidden in her heart Angea-Lea decided.

  The bachelors found her necklace and returned it to her they had cleaned it in the lake. She thanked them and told them it was best they leave her alone with Malachi, they did though terribly disappointed, but that was what she wanted so they left after congratulating them, with no animosity between them only grateful she was found alive and well.

  Angea-Lea’s parents apologised for not being able to attend her award ceremony as they both came down with the flu.

  Hungry for love Angea-Lea and Malachi after rapid-fire discussions on her harrowing journey, that night, made love like never before.

  Malachi rummaged through his bedside drawer pulling out a soft-core porn book, toys, yummy oils and lubricants. He shoved his fist up Angea-Lea’s French horn turning her horny.

  “These little ol’ bed buddies will help turn you on again.”

  As she lay in the nick on the soft bedding Malachi placed a vibrator on her clitoris, after smearing it with lubricant it turned her on then just before she climaxed, he stopped and sucked her until she came, luckily it was a lickable lubricant.

  “A vibrator is my trusty assistant,” said Malachi.

  While he was getting it on he’d read a sexy story about sweeping a feather over a girl’s nipples with her eyes closed then the lover ran a prickly hairbrush over her lower back, butt and sides.

  Malachi stopped further sexual intercourse trying these methods, it really turned her on a second time, then he rested his penis against her clitty. He swivelled his hips in figures of eight, like a cattle dog rounding up cattle. He covered more surface area, upping his chances of hitting her G-spot. Fast and furious he jabbed and in an instant they both climaxed. “Angels gave power and strength to the man who was weak,” she told him. She wished the sexual romp could last forever then they both fell asleep until the morning birdcalls woke them.

  The thrill of carrying Malachi’s child was like a fresh start after weary-worn captivity.

  It was a total turnaround and a big break for her she looked forward to motherhood. She felt bright and lively and they looked forward to working together in the field of Veterinary Science. After the temporary job they would travel to Australia to wed then on to France for their honeymoon.

  The more she was nurtured the stronger she became. Under his wing she thrived like a baby eagle.

  As dandy as candy this is how delicious she was to her soon to be husband Malachi Castle. He believed in his little beauty.

  The young effervescent spirits arrived at Ticino’s Veterinary Hospital. Firstly, a meeting of introduction began. The leading veterinary surgeon explained what was involved with the welfare of dogs.

  “Dogs are man’s companion and the general well being of the family pet are of paramount importance to families with one. Some issues are complex you will be covering all aspects of canine health care. You will be dealing with general and inherited diseases, the organ systems and infections as well as parasitic diseases, poisoning,
canine dentistry, hernias, and behaviour and behavioural problems. This will be here at the Hospital then in the next two weeks you will be making house calls.”

  An Alsatian was brought in for a tooth extraction. The tooth was so badly diseased it could not be saved.

  “It’s going to be a traumatic procedure because the roots are much longer and more firmly attached,” Malachi explained to Angea-Lea who answered in a whisper, “Just like your roots and penis – much longer than any other and your penis is more firmly attached than any other.”

  “You have to be the most delightful attraction in this fair city, thank you for your compliment,” he told her.

  “What is the one question you would most like answered by women?” she asked him.

  “Is it too long?” he answered.

  “That is so funny,” she said then they kissed over the bench.

  “Pass me that elevator, that sharp-ended fine instrument.”

  “Why don’t you just use the one that’s attached to you?”

  “I could but my colleagues might question it. I work the elevator in between the alveolar bone and the tooth root, breaking and tearing the periodontal ligament and, inevitably I will be able to break some of the surrounding alveolar bone. What do you think assistant?”

  “Did you say root and breaking and tearing? Oh Malachi, I feel like making love right there on that spare bench.”

  “Later my sweet,” he kissed her luscious pink lips. Eventually the whole periodontal ligament was destroyed the small single-rooted tooth came out. Great care and patience by Malachi solved the painful problem the owner was thrilled, paid the bill and left happy.

  They took a break, nobody else was around, it was the perfect opportunity to do something a little more exciting.

  Off came their clothes Malachi had made a steaming cup of tea and in between sips licked the sexy parts of her, her nipples, her rump, her clitoris to her it felt oh so steamy. Then he made an icy drink and licked her parts again performing quite a few sips and licks on her clitoris the vibes became wild and just before she orgasmed Mal was on top inserting Mr. Big rapidly then spurted on her tiny mound. “Reach out for the angel’s hand it is a generous giver,” she said. “I’ve got it,” he said holding her hand. He told her he was looking forward to the delivery. They cleaned themselves up and prepared for the next patient.

  Following a road accident a Cocker Spaniel arrived at the Hospital. Badly lacerated kidneys contributed to severe internal haemorrhage. An inspection revealed both kidneys were hopelessly damaged and unfortunately for the owner euthanasia was necessary.

  Malachi ripped his gloves off after the dog had been disposed of. He was disappointed because he couldn’t save it for the little boy who owned it. He apologised to the boy for his failure but the boy believed he could have been saved and walked away an unhappy customer.

  “You have a good reputation as an excellent Vet sometimes the condition is so bad it is hard to repair the damage, I am still going to marry you,” Angea-Lea reassured him in all innocence.

  “Oh, Angea-Lea baby you know just what to say at just the right time.”

  In no time Malachi was ripping off her knickers and he ripped off his trousers he had retrieved an ice cube from the freezer and placed it on her clitty and with his gorgeous penis touching the ice he moved the ice round in small circles. It was a simple idea but ohhh so effective. By the time the ice had melted by her steaming hot clitty she’d had the wildest of orgasms and so did he. “Angel voices sing to the tune of the golden harps opening the pearly gates – Welcome to Heaven!” she whispered. It cheered him up and she gave him one last suck on his huge, huge penis and then they dressed for the last patient of the day after a quick wash up.

  If Manuel had have killed Angea-Lea she would have missed Malachi’s boat of love and long life. Her armoured libido could strengthen the world, he told her then they laughed both saying she’d already been there, tried that. “Your sexual style cuts through the air leaving a fiery trail of ornamental words,” she informed him.

  “Like me you are a passionate venturer.”

  “Yes, oh yes!” she exclaimed.

  He kissed her softly and sensually.

  “It is a good thing I saved you when I did. Your parents are so proud of me that they are allowing me to be your husband. I’m so glad.”

  Angea-Lea’s smile melted his heart.

  A severe case of rhythm disturbance in the heart of an Irish Wolfhound did not respond to drug therapy and was treated by the implantation of an artificial pacemaker to regulate the heartbeat.

  It was six in the eve by the time they closed the doors. When Malachi reached the chalet he flopped down on the bed exhausted. His brain was going twenty to the dozen. Angea-Lea left him undisturbed.

  “Well Mama and Pappa what do you think of this place and us?”

  “It is a fantastic spot. I am glad you no longer struggle against the tide of what a mother knows best,” Antaeus declared openly.

  “I tried and failed at times I know. There were times when I lost my respect for you both.”

  “You could have been worse. But you weren’t so you turned out a beautiful daughter, Manuel was greedy,” said her mother.

  It was in the midst of this kind of discussion that humour was as rare as cheap after shave in Prince Philip’s collection.

  Her parents were shocked to hear how she nearly lost her life in the fire at the college and were deeply saddened to hear how she lost her dear sweet friends in the blaze. They held her close.

  All dialogue died and the family retired to bed.

  But young Jiminez lay awake in his bed thinking how lucky they were finding his new mother. He was fullsome in his praise of his excellent maker to whom he had prayed from the moment of her disappearance.

  Intellectually enriched Malachi’s mind sparked into action in the wee hours of the morning and he was again prepared for another busy day at the Vet Hospital.

  Angea-Lea was known throughout her family and to Malachi as a strong performer always ready to tackle the day especially after surviving the recent traumatic ordeal. Most young women would not have come out kicking. Not a hint of sourness was found in her these days. Her comments were never stinging but one thing she did come out with was a very guarded character. The time in captivity and the sexual assault increased her sense of security. Whilst travelling through town that morning to buy a cake for morning tea she found herself looking around her for any sign of an abductor. The description begged the question was she safe in Ticino, in Europe for that matter? She couldn’t wait for the day when they would live in Australia.

  When in a crowd she would often give dark haired tall thin males icy stares, she was extremely aware of what danger could lurk behind their creepy eyes.

  Not long after they arrived at the Vet Hospital a sausage dog bitch suffering a sex hormone – related skin disease was brought in. The excess production of female sex hormones particularly oestrogen from the ovaries lead to alopecia. She was responsive to treatment with oestrogens and Malachi was the only Vet to have discovered this. She was on her way with her happy owner. They couldn’t stop thanking Malachi.

  “I had better be careful you don’t develop a disease from excess sex hormone production.”

  “Never will I ever suffer from that I am too well balanced and too healthy,” Angea-Lea was a sharp act to follow.

  Malachi’s plump fingers brushed Angea-Lea’s skin that had the capacity of receiving impressions bringing about honeyed feelings of agreeable emotions.

  Involuntarily, her wandering hands clasped his stiffened penis. They had walked from the chalet with the cake and before they started out Angea-Lea had placed a vibe egg inside her so by the time they reached the Vet Hospital she was about to burst.

  Malachi swiped the thick cream off the cake and smeared it all over her vagina, then slurped it off tonguing her into an orgasm, she did the same with his penis, dipping it in the whipped cream, and sucking it off until
he blew, causing his knees to tremble, as more cream frosting decorated the cake. Her sweating palms tickled the backs of his knees and he squirted the last bit of cum into her salivating mouth, “As you walk your Guardian Angel is your guide,” she told him. He agreed.

  Angea-Lea answered all of Malachi’s questions about the abduction, but she was wise to avoid mentioning the deeper aspects about Manuel’s sex invasion, no matter how much he pressed her, her feelings about the whole episode were definitely off-limits. It was like asking her her age after he’d first met her, “Don’t even think about asking for it, it is not relevant,” she’d answered in sheared talk, she’d adopted this no-go attitude from her mother. But of course his judgement told him her exact age.

  Ending his questions when he by chance directed down a different course to a path of rejection she used sentences like, “Going down that track is pointless it will achieve nothing,” articulated by a powerful tongue she’d cut-throated his opinions.

  For the rest of the week cases such as radial paralysis, pyrexia (fever), pyelonephritis, prognathic bite and prolapse of the eyeball as well as vaginitis were treated on a variety of dogs.

  Despite her snappish manner at times Angea-Lea enjoyed assisting the multi-talented Malachi. She saw the way his gentle caring attitude soothed distraught animals and she knew he not only was a burning flame in the bedroom but that his role of father soon would suit him to a “T.”

  Malachi was determined not to make it just another relationship. There’s so much hate in love stuff throughout the world he’d say. He wanted to make this a more relationship-driven romance. He wanted to take his time exploring Angea-Lea’s journey through life and dump any excess baggage a young adult would carry.

  He was a perfect fit for her part. She’d been to hell and back out in the wilderness alone and afraid. He made every effort to annihilate the rotten memories. Blowing the whistle on Manuel’s crime was the greatest moment in her life, Malachi she described was so brave, a man believing in justice. There were times he secretly wished he could have the opportunity to right past wrongs in his search for the ideal woman.