Depravicus (36 page)

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

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

Leaving 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!"

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