Slipping into the vicar's office, I grinned as I noticed a tray of money on his desk. That was my train fare to... to where, I had no idea. Eyeing a cassock hanging on a hook behind the door, I thought that Lady Luck must have been smiling down at me. Or God? Deciding to go to Devon where my Uncle lived, I grabbed the cassock and was about to pull it off the hook when I heard movements in the church.
"Shit," I whispered, standing behind the door and praying that I'd not be discovered. Listening to someone banging about, I wondered whether it was one of the gang. Once they'd discovered that I wasn't in the woods, they might have realized that the church was a convenient place to hide. Another bang resounding around the old building, I cowered behind the door. My heart racing, my hands trembling... If they caught me, they'd have a job to drag me back to the house in broad daylight, I tried to console myself. There again, they might frogmarch me through the woods and bundle me over the wall into the garden.
"Oh," the vicar gasped as he entered his office and stared at me. "Er... Who are you?" Unable to speak as he looked down at the weal-lined mounds of my breasts, the hairless lips of my vaginal crack, I watched him close the door. "Well?" he asked sternly. "What are you doing in here? And why are you naked?"
"It's a... It's a long story," I finally spluttered, folding my arms to conceal the elongated teats of rounded breasts.
"Then, I suggest you start at the beginning." He looked angry, threatening. "I've just about had enough of your lot using my church for your evil devil worship."
"Devil worship?" I echoed, shaking my head. "No, no it's nothing to do with..."
"Don't lie to me, young lady. Your state of undress tells me everything. You were here last night with your evil sect, weren't you?"
"You broke in and used my altar for your vile sexual acts." Switching the light on, he opened his desk drawer. "This is what you came back for, isn't it?" he asked me, holding up a huge vibrator. "You disgust me. As I said, I've had enough of this. And I'm not prepared to put up with it any more."
As he locked the door and lifted the telephone, I knew that he was calling the police as he punched the buttons. At least I'd be able to explain what had happened once they arrived. Eyeing his balding head, his angry face, I reckoned that he was in his mid-sixties. I also reckoned that the gang weren't far behind me. But I'd be safe enough in the vicar's office until the police arrived. I'd tell them everything. Tell them about the gang, Sally, Julie...
"I've caught one of the sect," the cleric said, almost triumphantly, flashing me a glance as he pressed the receiver to his ear. As he rambled on, explaining how he'd discovered me in his office with no clothes on, I felt at ease. The police might take a little convincing but, once they'd checked my identity, and my story, they'd not only release me but go after The Brook Street Gang. Perhaps I'd move to Southmoore after all, I mused. Once I'd spoken to Dave Bryant and Sally and her cronies were behind bars... This was going to be a new start.
"Right, I'll keep her here until you arrive," the vicar said.
"I'm not a devil worshipper," I murmured as he replaced the receiver. "I can explain everything."
"There's nothing to explain," he returned. "You're one of the sect, all right. The state of your body sums it up perfectly. You've been shaved, whipped... Leave that," he yelled as I reached up to take the cassock from the hook. "You'll stay exactly as you are."
"You're mistaken," I said, offering him a smile. "I came here because... I suppose I came here for sanctuary."
"Sanctuary?" he returned mockingly. "You came here for that vibrator. Where are the others?"
"Are they waiting for you outside? Where are your clothes?"
"I don't have any clothes. I came here through the woods and..."
"What's you name?"
"Fiona. I mean, Rachael."
"Fiona, Rachael... Lies tumble from your lips with frightening ease, don't they? Stay there," he ordered me, grabbing the cassock and opening the door. "You won't have to wait long."
As he left the room and locked the door behind him, I knew that I wasn't too late to save my flat. Once the police were involved and Julie was discovered living in the flat, everything would be all right. I might have lost some furniture, but that was nothing in comparison to losing my home. I felt rather proud of myself for managing to escape from the gang. They were dealing with the bitch from hell, I reflected. And no one messes with the bitch from hell.
"She's in here," the vicar said, opening the door. "She's one of the sect, I know it."
"Is that right?" a middle-aged man in a suit asked, following the vicar into the room. "You say that you found her nosing about in here?"
"She was rummaging about, looking for something. Probably that vibrator. It was left here by the sect. She obviously came back for it."
"I can explain everything," I began, folding my arms across my breasts. "I was captured by..."
"Save it," the besuited man snapped. "I'm not interested in your lies. I want the names of the others."
"I'll give you their names," I agreed readily. "There's Rod..."
"She'll pull names out of a hat," the vicar cut in. "We'll get nowhere like this."
"You're right," the man said, grabbing my wrist. "This church has been broken into, used by devil worshippers and..."
"And I've had enough," the vicar hissed. "Using the altar for your sexual acts, group fucking, Devil worshipping."
"What have you got to say for yourself?" the suited man asked me. "You've been caught naked in the church and..."
"I'll make a full statement," I interrupted him, trying to pull away as he tightened his grip. "Take me to the station and I'll..."
"The station? You want to catch a train?" he laughed.
"No, no. The police station."
"I'm not a copper," he chuckled.
"But, I thought..."
"Bring her to the altar," the vicar instructed the man. "We'll get the truth out of her if it's the last thing we do. I'll go and lock the doors."
Desperately protesting as I was dragged through the church to the altar, I heard the sound of the main door close and a heavy bolt slide across. This couldn't be happening to me, I thought fearfully as the man lifted me off the floor and laid me on my back over the altar. My hopes had been raised by the thought of explaining everything to the police, but now... Who was this man? He bound ropes around my ankles, then pulling my feet down on either side of the altar he secured them. My naked body completely defenceless as the vicar pulled my arms behind my head and bound my wrists, I again protested and asserted my innocence. But they weren't listening. Talking about the evil sect, they genuinely believed I was one of the culprits.
The gaping crack of my vagina blatantly exposed, I watched the men as they examined my inner flesh. I was becoming used to strangers using and abusing me, but that didn't alleviate my fear. The chances were that the vicar and his accomplice were members of The Brook Street Gang. Perhaps they'd recruited dozens of members over the years, I pondered anxiously. Shopkeepers, people in the street... I'd never know who was watching me, waiting to pounce. I could trust no one.
"We'll drive the devil out of her," the vicar breathed, running his fingertips around the dark discs of my areolae. "Drive the demons from her and bring her back into the fold. You're the exorcist," he said, turning to his accomplice. "She's in your hands."
"Indeed, she is," the man returned, his dark eyes focusing on the naked flesh of my sex crack. "I've dealt with many a girl possessed by demons and, although I say it myself, I've had great success. Would you pass me my bag? It's on that pew."
"Of course," the vicar replied, dumping a leather bag on the altar. "I'll have one or two things to attend to in my office. Just shout, should you need me."
Opening the bag, the man pulled out a handkerchief and pushed it into my mouth. I'd not said anything in fear of being gagged, but I might as well have screamed and shouted. Tying the handkerchief around the back of my head, he delved into his bag again and pulled out what appeared to be a vaginal speculum. He was no exorcist, I knew as he flashed me a wicked grin. Bound and gagged on the altar, a speculum... Hardly the sort of props a man of God would use. Was he a member of the gang? I again wondered as he pinched and twisted the ripe teats of my breasts. Surely, he'd have taken me back to the cottage if he was...
"Punishment causing pain is a form of redemption," he said, breaking my reverie as he parted the soft lips of my vulva. "The ransom of sinners from the bondage of sin and the penalties of God's violated law... You have been possessed by evil spirits, my child. Your womb is riddled with evil. You'll thank me once I've driven out the demons."
He was wicked, I knew as he slipped the cold steel wings of the speculum between the splayed lips of my vagina and drove it deep into my tight cunt. This had nothing to do with exorcism. This was blatant sexual abuse of my naked body, gross violation of my feminine form. But I could do nothing to stop the wretched man as he squeezed the speculum levers, stretching open the tight sheath of my cunt. My clitoris forced out from beneath its pink hood, I grimaced as the speculum opened me further, baring the walls of my vagina, exposing the creamy ring of my cervix to his wide eyes.
"You have sinned," he said, pushing a finger into my vagina and massaging the taut walls. "You have desecrated this church with your vile sexual acts. You have polluted the sanctity of this altar by performing evil acts of forbidden sex. You have denounced the almighty by lying upon this altar and spreading your naked body to satisfy the sexual perversions of men."
He slipped his finger out of my vagina and again delved into his bag. Pulling my nipple up, my breast stretched into a taut cone of flesh, he fixed a metal clamp to my elongated teat and tightened the screw. Fixing the second clamp to my other teat, he let out a wicked chuckle as I lifted my head and gazed at my aching nipples as they were forced to swell. This had nothing to do with exorcism, and I wondered what else he had in store for me...