Clint walked Carol home, which was a small house in a section of town he hadn’t yet seen. It was about as far from the compound as she could get.
“Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?” she asked.
“I hate tea,” he said.
“You said my place smelled good.”
“Oh, it does,” he said, “but I don’t like the way tea tastes.”
“Well then, maybe you’ll like the way something else tastes.”
She leaned in and kissed him.
“You’re right,” he said. “I do like the taste of that.” He kissed her, and she grabbed hold of the front of his shirt and pulled him into her house.
~*~
Albert Stoll rolled over in his bed and looked at the two naked women next to him. They were wives five and six—or were they six and seven? He was losing count. Maybe remembering their names would help.
These women were in their thirties, married to other men for more than ten years. But he had managed to lure them to his bed by convincing them they needed to be with him in order to enter the Kingdom.
Yes, he’d decided to call it the Kingdom. That sounded much better to him than “Heaven.” Or even “Paradise.”
He eased off the bed without disturbing the two women, who were practically spooning each other. He’d managed to pressure them that having sex with each other was almost as important as having sex with him.
But these were two of his newest converts. He had other women in his compound, younger women, who were eager to be taught. Eventually, he would bring the older and younger women together to enjoy each other while he watched.
He walked naked to the window, his hard penis leading the way. Outside it was still daylight and his followers were busy at their tasks. His timetable was moving along at exactly the pace he’d envisioned, and it should only take him another couple of months to have the entire town of Winslow converted. At that point the town would be his compound.
The only hitch in his plan had been that bitch, Agnes Kimball. He’d managed to take care of her, only to have this man Clint Adams bring her back to town for burial. There was no way he could allow that. It would be the first chink in his armor for people to see. Even though Adams had already killed two of his disciples, he would bring in more to handle the problem. Once he was rid of Adams, he’d be able to concentrate on the tea woman, Carol Holby. Now there was a conquest he was looking forward to making.
“Father?”
He turned, saw the two women looking at him, while they still lay with their bodies pressed together.
“Are you comin’ back to bed?” one asked.
“I think,” Stoll said, “you two should come over here on your hands and knees and show Father how you truly adore him.”
The two women immediately slid off the bed and crossed the room to him on their hands and knees. Once they reached him they each stroked his hard cock, and then while one of them licked the length of it, the other ducked down even further to glide her tongue over his inner thighs and his balls. Soon they were taking turns sliding his dick in and out of their hot, wet mouths and before long he was ready to explode ...
~*~
As the women got dressed, Stoll told them what their tasks were to be for the next day. For one it was the laundry, for the other the kitchen. He walked them to the door, kissed them both and sent them on their way. He was about to close the door when a small boy named Raymond started by.
“Ray, my boy!”
“Yes, Father.”
“Do you know Billy Caldwell?”
“Yessir, I do.”
“Well, find him for me and tell him I want to see him, all right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll get a candy for the errand.”
“Thank you, Father!”
He ran off to find Caldwell, who was the man Stoll used for unpleasant tasks.
Like hangings, and now dealing with Clint Adams.
~*~
Stoll had washed and dressed by the time there was knock on his door.
“Billy,” he said, “come on in.”
Billy Caldwell, a big lad who wasn’t very smart, entered. Behind him little Ray was waiting outside.
“Thank you, Ray,” Stoll said.
“What about my candy?”
“Go to the kitchen, tell Sister Joyce to give you one piece—but just one. All right?”
“Yes, sir,” Ray said. “Thank you, sir.”
Stoll closed the door and turned to face Billy.
“I’ve got a job for you,” he said. “It will give you a chance to make up for what happened before.”
“Yessir.”
“I want you to go to the undertaker’s—are you listening to me?” Stoll asked.
“I’m listenin’, Father,” Billy said. “I just don’t like the undertaker’s place.”
“Well, nobody does,” Stoll said. “Now listen carefully and I’ll tell you what to do.”