Depravicus (14 page)

"It's no
good," he sighed despondently. He knew Josie of old. She'd not
believe one word of his lies. More to the point, she knew him of
old. He wasn't too bothered about Bill Whithers. If the rumours
were true, then the man's wife and daughter had been screwed by
just about every man in the village. Returning to the kitchen, he
sipped his tea and wondered who Josie had spoken to. Who'd told her
about the booze and the dining room? Some two-faced bastard, he
mused, deciding to lay a trap as the phone rang.

"Mr
Entercock?" a woman asked.

"Yes," Will
replied, realizing that it was the anonymous caller, Mrs
Smythe-Cummings.

"I'm ringing
again to tell you about those girls. They hang around in the woods
behind the village hall."

"Do they?"

"Indeed, they
do. They're up to no good, Mr Entercock. You have to save them from
their wicked ways."

"I did try the
other day but..."

"They do
things with each other."

"Really?"

"They... I
can't bring myself to tell you. They're usually behind the village
hall at ten o'clock. I think you should go there and take them in
hand."

"Oh, I
will."

"I can't
reveal my identity for reasons unknown to me."

"I understand,
Mrs Smythe-Cummings."

"I thought you
would."

"I'll be there
at ten."

"Thank you, Mr
Entercock. You've put my mind at rest."

Silly old bat,
Will thought, replacing the receiver. She had too much money for
her own good. Permanently bored, she always poked her nose in,
trying to cause trouble wherever she could. She'd obviously joined
the Reverend Slagger in her quest to destroy him. They failed last
time, he reflected. And they'd fail again. Will reckoned that he
could turn the situation round, use the obvious trap to his
advantage. If he were to somehow implicate the Bishop in the
scam... Coming up with a plan, he dashed upstairs and donned his
cassock. Before leaving the house, he grabbed a ball of string.

Avoiding the
lane, Will climbed over his garden fence and took the path through
the woods to the back of the village hall. All was quiet as he
crouched behind a clump of bushes and checked his watch. With an
hour to go, he began his preparations. Tying one end of the string
to a bush, he unravelled the ball as he walked into the
undergrowth. Jumping across a small stream, he cut the string and
secured the end to a small tree. So far so good, he mused, leaping
back across the stream and trying a length of string about six
inches from the ground between two bushes.

Back in the
bushes behind the village hall, he grinned as the Bishop finally
appeared with the girl-sluts. Wearing red microskirts and tight
T-shirts, the girls listened to the Bishop as he told them of the
plan. They were obviously knickerless, he mused, watching as they
perched their petite buttocks on the trunk of a fallen tree.
Leaving the clearing, Will slipped into the undergrowth and tugged
hard on the string. The bush rustling by the clearing, he tugged on
the string again. Finally, the Bishop went to investigate and began
following the string into the woods.

Will didn't
have to wait long before the old git tripped over the trap and
splashed into the stream. The girls dashing into the undergrowth to
discover the fate of the Bishop, Will kept his distance as he
followed. He had to stifle a laugh as he watched the girls pulling
the old man out of the stream. Curiosity killed the cat, he mused,
watching from the bushes as the Bishop hauled his soaking wet
cassock over his head and stood in his vest and shorts.

"Now what do
we do?" the blonde asked, hanging his cassock over the branch of a
tree.

"Entercock's
behind this," the angry man hissed.

"It was
probably kids," the dark girl said, reclining on the grass by the
stream. "Entercock knows nothing about our plan. If we go back,
we'll probably find him waiting for us."

"Yes, but I
won't be there to catch him," the Bishop complained. "This'll be
the second time we've failed."

"Why don't I
go back and lure him into the woods?" the blonde suggested. "You
get yourself sorted out and then come and find us. I'll accuse him
of..."

"All right,"
the Bishop said. "But don't go too far into the woods. The Reverend
Mother should be along with her camera soon." Checking his watch,
he grinned. "Entercock won't be behind the village hall for another
ten minutes. When he arrives, lead him into the woods and do a bird
call or something when you're... Well, you know."

"Naked?"

"Yes."

Returning to
the clearing behind the hall, Will sat on the fallen tree and
waited for the girl. This was all too easy, he reflected, his cock
coming to life as he imagined shagging the little tart-slut's tight
bottom-hole. Let there be rampant sex, he thought, rubbing his
hands together gleefully as he heard twigs cracking under foot.

"Good
morning," he smiled as the girl emerged from the bushes.

"Oh, good
morning," she replied. "I'm sorry about the other day. We weren't
really going to tell the Reverend Mother and the Bishop
about..."

"Worry not, my
child. I forgive you, for you know not what you're about to
receive."

"What?"

"Shall we take
a walk through the trees?"

"Yes, I was
about to suggest that. Let's go this way. There's a stream
and..."

"And poisonous
snakes," Will breathed, grabbing her arm.

"Snakes?" she
echoed, her blue eyes frowning.

"Oh, yes.
There are plenty of big snakes in that area. We'll go this way to
the stream," he said, leading her into the undergrowth. "It's the
long way round, but it's safer."

As they made
their way deeper into the woods, and further away from the stream,
Will decided to take the girl to an old shack by a disused railway
track. He'd taken many a girl to the shack when he'd first arrived
in Cumsdale. But that was many years ago and he wasn't sure that
the place would still be standing. Standing or not, he was in for a
morning of rampant sex, he knew as he led the girl down the
embankment. He'd begin by licking the wet valley of her shaved
pussy, he decided. And then lick and tongue her brown bottom-hole
and then give her a good mouth-shagging followed by a rampant
vaginal tonguing and...

"This isn't
the way to the stream," she said as he dashed across the grass to
the shack and opened the door.

"It's just
across the line," he said, entering the shack. "I just thought I'd
have a look in here. I used to play here when I was a kid."

"It's eerie,"
she murmured, following him through the door.

"Nothing's
changed," he grinned, closing and bolting the door. "There's the
mattress I used to play on. And I used that rope hanging on the
wall to... um..." he thought of all the lovely bondage games he'd
played, "to climb trees."

"Why have you
locked the door?" she asked, leaning against an old table.

"To keep the
snakes out. Oh," he gasped, staring at her feet. "Don't move."

"Why not?"

"Don't even
breathe." Grabbing the rope, he knelt before the girl and tied each
ankle to the far legs of the bench.

"What are you
doing?" she asked, looking down at her tethered feet.

"It was a
snake."

"Where?" she
gasped, holding her hand to her pretty mouth.

"It's OK, it's
gone now."

"Why have you
tied my feet?"

"In case you
moved and the snake got you. Actually, I lied. The only snake in
here is the one beneath my cassock, and you're going to suck
it."

"You bastard,"
she hissed as he grabbed her wrists and bound then together with
rope.

"That's me,"
he sniggered, lifting her arms and securing the end of the rope to
a hook screwed into the roof of the shack.

"I'll
scream."

"Scream as
much as you like. We're miles from anywhere so no one will hear
you."

Tearing the
front of her skirt in half as she rambled on about the Bishop
saving her from her terrible fate, he tossed the garment to the
floor and ripped her panties from her curvaceous body. Gazing at
the swell of her hairless vaginal lips he grabbed the front of her
T-shirt and tore the flimsy material in two. This was just like the
good old days, he reflected, pulling his cassock over his head and
rubbing the purple crown of his penis up and down her opening sex
valley.

"You tricked
me," she hissed as he sucked each ripe nipple into his mouth. "You
tricked me."

"But of course," he grinned. "I'm the infamous Will Entercock
and I have a reputation to keep up. I didn't get where I am today
by leaving girls alone. Besides,
you
tricked
me
."

"I didn't mean
to," she whimpered as he took a leather belt from a hook on the
wall.

"You didn't
mean to?" he chuckled.

"They made
me."

"Tell me
everything," he said sternly, running the leather belt through his
hand.

"Well,
I..."

"Everything.
Unless, of course, you want the strap across your pert little
titties. First of all, who are you?"

"My name's
Levan."

"Ah, that was
my mother's name," Will sighed. "My father was a navel officer. But
enough of the navy. Tell me all you know about the slagger's plans
to deflower, defile, defrock, degrade, despoil, destruct and defame
me."

"It's not so
much the Reverend Mother. It's the Bishop."

"I thought as
much. Go on."

"Actually,
it's not so much the Bishop. It's Esra."

"Esra?"

"My friend,
the dark girl."

"I thought as
much. Go on."

"Actually,
it's not so much..."

"Who the fuck
is the perpetrator of this devious plan?" Will snapped
impatiently.

"Esra's
father. He's a Russian spy."

"The plot
thickens," Will murmured pensively. "As will your fanny juice in a
minute. But, why would a Russian spy want me out of the way?"

"I don't
know."

"I'll lash
your pert titties with the belt."

"You'll lash
my pert titties anyway."

"That's true.
OK, unless you tell me..."

"All right,
all right. I think it's because Esra's father wants to become
priest of Cumsdale church."

"What?" Will
frowned, his face grimacing. "I can't believe that."

"It's true. He
wants you out of the way because he sees you as a threat."

"Where is he?
I mean, is he in Russia or..."

"He's here, in
the village."

"I see. I'll
have to meet this Russian spy and..."

"He goes under
the name of Father Kosher."

"Father... You
lying cow-slag."

"It got you
going, didn't it?" she giggled.

"Got me going?
I'll get you going, young lady. It's ten lashes across each pert
nipple for you."

"No,
please!"

"Yes,
please!"

The strap
landing across the girl's exposed nipples with a loud crack, she
cried out as the pain permeated her breasts. Bringing the belt down
again, Will was determined to teach her a lesson she'd never
forget. What had pissed him off most of all was that he'd been
taken in by her crazy story. Russian spy indeed, he mused, flailing
the girl's breasts to the accompaniment of her wails of
displeasure. Again and again he brought the leather belt down
across her red breasts, her inflamed nipples standing proud as she
hung from the rope, shuddering and contorting.

"Levan, if
that's your real name which I very much believe it is. The time has
come to thrash your naked pussy," he grinned, kneeling before her.
Lashing the fleshy hillocks of her hairless outer love lips he
chuckled wickedly as she cried out. "Little girls don't pull the
wool over my eyes and get away with it," he snapped, watching her
vaginal juices streaming between her love lips and running down the
naked flesh of her inner thighs.

Her vaginal
flesh crimsoning as he cunny-whipped her she again screamed out.
But Will wasn't to be deterred by her pleas for mercy, or her
promises of rampant oral sex should he halt the gruelling
punishment. The crack of the leather belt resounding around the
shack, her juices of vaginal agony pouring in torrents from her
gaping sex hole, she hung limply from the rope as he finally stood
up and admired his handiwork.

"Let that be a
lesson to you," he said, reaching behind his back and whipping his
naked buttocks with the belt. "Mmm, that's rather nice. OK, now
you'll tell me the truth."

"I don't know
anything," she sobbed.

"Of course you
know anything... I mean, something. What the fuck am I talking
about?"

"I don't
know."

"Of course you
do. Right, I want to know the identity of the perpetrator behind
this devious plan to deflower me."

"Look at my
titties," she cried. "And my pussy. Look what you've done to
me."

"I'll do more
than that unless you... I have an idea," he sniggered. "How about
leaving you here, tied up in the shack, all night?"

"No!"

"Poisonous
snakes, monsters, bogeymen... And, of course, there's the midnight
ghost train."

"Ghost train?"
she echoed fearfully.

"Legend has it
that there's a train that runs past here at midnight every night.
Sometimes, it stops. The ghosts of horny young men leave the train
and hunt for naked girls tied up in disused track-side shacks."

"No,
please."

"Many a naked
girl has disappeared from disused track-side shacks, never to be
seen again."

"All right,
I'll tell you everything."

Settling in an
old armchair, Will massaged his erect cock as the girl began her
story. She was going to be well and truly arse-fucked, he decided,
gazing at the juices of her pussy seeping from her inflamed love
lips. It was a shame her dark-haired friend wasn't tethered in the
shack, he mused, imagining drinking the nectar from their pussies,
fingering the tight ducts of their bottoms.