Chapter 6

I was waiting at the front door of the Manse when my sister-in-law arrived. I had not met her before and was surprised to find my brother's wife was petite, beautiful and of Vietnamese descent. She was also quiet and aloof, treating me with the degree of affection usually reserved for lepers.

I was anxious to depart without any fuss but Kim insisted that she must say 'Thank you' to Mary, the Vicar's wife who, she said, must be responsible for my reported reform and consequent early release. Kim would not go until she had met Mary and obliged me to take her to the bedroom where my sponsor was sleeping.

As she silently opened the door I thought that Kim's obviously low opinion of her rapist brother-in-law would sink to new depths. Mary and her daughter were sprawled naked on the bed as I had left them. It was clear, from their swollen labia and glistening cum-streaked thighs, that both had been fucked recently. Sophie's wrists were still tied to her ankles and she whimpered when her mother's hand brushed her bruised pudenda.

Kim stood quietly for a moment taking in the scene then she turned to me and whispered, 'You raped both of them?'

'No!' I protested, without raising my voice, 'Only the daughter. Mary was willing.'

To my surprise and relief Kim smiled broadly and gave me a hug.

'Let's get going, ' she said.

As we drove towards the city Kim questioned me closely about my exploits with Mary and Sophie. I explained that the vicar knew, and condoned, what was going on with his wife and that Mary was on tape tying up the girl, offering her to me and encouraging me to spit her ewe lamb. Remembering how the Vicar's wife had tenderly kissed my balls as I creamed her daughter's pussy for the last time, aroused me. My growing erection was obvious to Kim.

I looked speculatively at my sister-in-law.

'Don't even think it, Sebastian!' she said, 'If I didn't kill you, your brother would!'.

She outlined my brother's plans for me. Now that they knew I was the same nasty bastard I always had been, I was to be given the chance to join their specialist export and import business. When I asked how a taste for rough sex was considered a good qualification for employment, Kim laughed and said she'd show me.

We passed a pair of back packers, thumbing for a lift. Kim slowed down and stopped the car. As they jogged towards us, eagerly, Kim patted the bulge in my pants and said, 'You'll soon be able to put this to good use, Sebastian. Trust me!'

'Ve are heading for the city!' declared the girl.

'You're in luck, ' said Kim, so are we. You'll have to take your boots off, though. I'm very fussy about the carpet.'

So, with boots and back-packs stowed in the trunk, the pair made themselves comfortable on the back seat. Hans and Greta were eager to practice their English and soon we were listening to the interminable story of their extended holiday and the various jobs they had done en route - everything from fruit-picking to photographic modeling. It seemed that Hans had spent most of their trip preserving Greta's virtue from lecherous natives.

'My Schwester - sister - was even offered a part in a movie!' laughed Hans.

'Ja, ' said Greta, 'But it vas a blue movie. They vanted me to take all my clothes off and do things vit my brother!'

'And did you?' asked Kim.

'Nein!' said Hans, shocked, 'That vould be Blutschande - how you say "interest"! Ve vould never do that!'

'Don't bet on it!' muttered Kim.

After an hour's drive Kim turned off the road onto a dirt track and explained that it was time for a break.

'I know a perfect spot for a picnic, ' she said. 'It's along here and under those trees.'

She parked the car off the track and, after telling me to bring the picnic basket from the trunk, led the way through the wood. The hamper was very heavy and clanked metallically. I tried to peep inside but it was secured by a small combination lock.

'Here we are!' she said as we entered a clearing in the trees. 'Put the basket down there, Sebastian, and let's see what we've got.' She quickly opened the hamper and took out what I now know was a.44 pistol. At the time I thought it was a small cannon and so did Hans and Greta! They were as stunned as I was when she turned the weapon on them.

'Strip!' Kim barked, 'Sebastian, help me!'

I was surprised by what Kim was doing but, having just been released into the care of my brother and his wife, I was in no position to object. I hoped she wouldn't kill anyone with the cannon but I did just what she told me to.

When the hikers were slow to undress she told me to take a knife from the picnic hamper and speed things up. Hans shed his lederhosen before he started to protest. Kim clipped him behind the ear which put him out long enough for me to fasten his hands behind his back to a broad leather belt and attach a rigid hobble to his ankles as directed by my sister-in-law. The restraints were part of an impressive array of hardware from the picnic basket which, I learned later, always accompanied Kim on her car journeys.

Hans regained consciousness, and his voice, in time for me to finish undressing him with the knife. When he was naked Kim put her cannon back in its box and took the unfortunate young man by the foreskin - his prick had shrunk from fear - and told him he'd better shut up and do as he was told or she'd circumcise him.

There was no need to threaten Greta with gun or knife. She was paralyzed with fright. Kim turned to me, smiled, and said sweetly, 'She's yours first, Sebastian - a little blonde fuck-toy to celebrate your release from custody.'

I didn't argue. I took Greta by the hand and helped her out of her shorts and started to play with her tits.

'Vat -- vat is happening?' she asked in a tremulous whisper.

'I'm going to fuck you, ' I said, as I fondled her firm young breasts through the thin material of her halter, 'As directed. So get undressed or I'll have to beat you until you're black and blue as well as bare!'

She understood 'fuck' and 'get undressed' and started to sob. I raised my hand to slap some obedience into the sulky bitch but she cried, 'Nein!' and undid her top to expose her nicely rounded tits and pink, button-like, nipples, just in time to save herself a thrashing.

'Good!' I said stripping off my top and unzipping my pants.

She eyed my already large but growing erection with a mixture of curiosity and alarm. I took her hand and laid it on my swelling dick. Greta's palm was cool and soft. Tentatively she explored the length of my prick. Her forefinger and thumb wouldn't go round it. Despite the fear the girl must have been feeling, her nipples began to harden. I rolled one quite gently between my finger and thumb and felt it stiffen further.

'Very tasty, ' I said, and bit it. Greta squawked. Her brother, still held by Kim, turned to protest. Kim drove her fist into his stomach and snapped, 'Keep your eyes on me! Unless you want me to put them out!'

She made a claw of her free hand and hissed like a cat. Hans tried to back away but couldn't. Kim tightened her grip on his penis and the helpless hitch hiker screamed like a woman.

'Please, ' cried Greta, 'Don't let her hurt Hans!'

I was about to say 'Hans is a big boy, he can look after himself, ' when Kim's voice was heard, cold, cruel and calculating. 'Kneel, you blonde fuck-boy, kneel in front of your mistress!'

There was a pause and I turned to see Kim smile as she drove her knee into his unprotected groin.

I winced. Greta sobbed. Hans knelt.

Kim started to undress as Hans knelt in front of her. He was wheezing and gasping trying to recover from the blow to his genitals.

My sister-in-law wasn't wearing a bra or stockings so, once she had removed her dress, she had only to step out of her knickers to be stark naked.

I made Greta stand in front of me so I could see what Kim was up to. While we watched pressed my erection against the small of her back allowing a trickle of pre cum to moisten the crease between the cheeks of the blonde's arse. I made Greta roll down her cotton pants so I could fondle her blonde-furred cunt. I thought Kim intended to mount Hans and wondered how she planned to get his prick stiff enough to do the job after kneeing him in the nuts.

Greta must have been thinking along the same lines because, as Kim slowly slid her pants down over her slim, smooth, legs the blonde hiker blurted out, 'Vat is she doing to my brother. He is going to be a priest! He has no interest in vomen! He is a virgin.'

Kim stepped out her white cotton pants to reveal a pussy totally devoid of hair. Not shaven, but as bald and as smooth as a marble statue. She told me later that she had her pubic hairs removed one at a time with an electrified needle.

She stepped close to the kneeling Hans and positioned her hips close to his head.

'Is that true?' she asked, 'You've no interest in things like this?' And she ran a finger around her pubic mound and between the outer lips of her cunt.

Hans nodded. 'Please -- I am to be priest, maybe! After holiday I go to seminar... seminary -- I try to keep poor... pure... I never had sex!'