Chapter 32: Ramsay's Revenge

Julie Smart was the only truly religious member of the Smart family. She went to church at every opportunity, read the bible daily and prayed for forgiveness. And she believed that she had reason to pray for forgiveness because she was a sinner. She was guilty in her own mind of four major sins.

One of the sins was gluttony. She liked to eat. Eating was important to her with the result that she was too fat, or at least she thought so. That led to a second sin, envy. She envied other girls with slender figures like her sister Kathy and Cindy Ramsay and many others. Regularly she also broke another commandment... she stole. She didn't have to. Her father gave her a generous allowance but she got a special thrill from acquiring things that weren't truly hers. And the final and most disturbing sin was that she abused her body. She was a virgin of course but she was far from pure. Reverend Tyler had told her when she first confessed that she masturbated that it was a form of adultery so in that respect she was an adulteress. But she couldn't stop.

Robert Ramsay was still fuming over his partner's perfidy and his wife's unfaithfulness but at the Thursday evening prayer service an opportunity for vengeance appeared. As Deacon he was responsible for bringing the collection to the bank and during the singing of the final hymn he slipped out the side door of the Chapel Hall where the meeting was held and went to the small prayer room where the ushers put the collection plates.

"Oh Sir? Deacon Ramsay? Oh!"

Robert was surprised and shocked. George Smart's daughter was pocketing a handful of paper money from the collection plate.

"What are you doing, young lady!" He spoke in a low but harsh voice and saw the girl tremble with fright.

"I was... I was going to give it to you," the girl stammered guiltily as she quickly put the money back on the collection plate.

"You're lying, girl. Your father will be shocked and disappointed."

"Please sir... don't... don't tell him. I'll do anything you ask... pay back double... clean the church... anything... just don't tell him."

"Really girl... I should tell him," Ramsay said as he moved closer to her and put a hand on her well rounded hip. "How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen, Sir. I'm old enough to know better than to do what I did but... I just couldn't help it. There's something wrong with me."

"You're a big girl," the deacon said softly. She jerked back as he hefted one of her heavy, blouse-straining breasts. "So you'll do anything if I don't tell on you?"

"Uh... I don't know... almost anything, I guess?" Julie was inexperienced but not totally naïve and she realized what the deacon was suggesting.

"Almost isn't good enough Julie. You're asking a lot of me, a deacon, to keep your secret. Really you're asking me to lie for you."

"I know... it's just that... all right Sir... what do you want me to do?"

"Meet me here... out front... on Saturday evening at eight. We'll go to my cottage at the lake and..." Ramsey didn't finish the sentence but the frightened girl nodded her assent.

Robert had chosen the time because by eight o'clock it was dark but he was a bit surprised and very pleased when he drove up shortly after the appointed time and saw Julie Smart standing in the shade away from the light pole. Clearly she didn't want to be seen which suited him. She was wearing a coat because it was a cool evening and when he drove up beside her and opened the door she quickly slid into the front seat beside him.

Neither of them said a word on the twenty minute drive to the tree-hidden cottage at the nearby lake. When he got out of the car and motioned for her to follow, she did with obvious reluctance.

"Want a drink Julie."

"Oh no Deacon, I don't drink." She was a bit shocked also that the deacon offered. Did he drink? She waited in the rustic room while he went to the kitchen and poured a drink for himself and a soft drink for her.

"Here, have this," Ramsay said as he passed the vodka-laden glass of coke to the girl. He took a sip from his own drink and nervously she took a long draught from hers. She felt the heat as it went down but all she tasted was the familiar flavour of coke.

"Drink up girl. You need it."

Without knowing why she needed a coke Julie drained the glass and watched as her captor went to the kitchen and poured a second one. This one was even stronger but Ramsay figured that after quaffing the first one so fast she definitely would not taste the vodka in the second. This time when he went to the kitchen he activated the strategically placed cameras. This would not be the first time he'd used the cottage to get incriminating photo evidence but it was the first time he wanted to use it for a purpose other than to trap a girl into his hooker stable.

"Take off your coat."

Obediently Julie took off her coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

"You're a well put together young lady, Julie. I bet all the young studs are panting after you. Are you giving them any?"

"I... no... what do you mean, Sir?" She couldn't look at him and her gaze wandered around the room, seeing a moose head and three large mounted fish.

"I mean are they fucking you? You got tits and ass that beg to be fucked."

Julie was blushing bright crimson now. She shuddered, embarrassed by the man's crude talk and she took another deep draught from her drink. The well disguised alcohol gave her courage and she put the glass on a small table and made a determined motion to get away from him, turning sharply away and moving as if to brush past his restraining arm towards the door. Deacon Ramsay was too fast for her, however, tightening his grip at the same time that he shifted his own stance, moving so that her momentum carried her directly into him, face on. She recoiled from that jarring contact and might have stumbled backward against the sofa if the man's strong arms and hands had not seized her tightly by the shoulders to hold her upright, then tugged her back tightly against him. The deacon's organ swelled lustfully as the soft mounds of the girl's large breasts flattened provocatively against his broad chest.

Julie stood with eyes downcast for a long moment, and then she risked a glance upward at her captor's face. His eyes were hot and fierce and her gaze locked on them as if she was hypnotized. He kept her held tightly against him, touching from chest to loins in what was rapidly becoming a very intimate embrace and she felt his hardness bulging against her belly.

A worldlier girl would have expected the kiss, would have seen it coming but when it did come it managed to take her completely by surprise. Suddenly his sensual lips were covering hers, and his powerful tongue went into her mouth, forcing her teeth apart as it sought out her own tongue and challenged that organ into a dueling little lust dance. Julie resisted at first, and then, weakened by the alcohol, some initial barrier seemed to collapse within her, and her tongue was reacting as if with an intelligence of its own, following his and complementing its movements, darting and glancing about in an instinctive rhythm of barely simulated oral fucking. She'd never been kissed like this before, not even in her masturbatory imagination but her defenses were vodka-tattered and she was a willing participant in her own ravishment.

Julie's heart seemed to leap into her throat as she felt Ramsay's hands moving over her body, sliding deftly down from their vantage point on her shoulders to clasp the outer swell of her ripe young breasts. She tensed immediately, pushing against his broad chest with both hands as if to escape from his clutches, but she suddenly seemed to have lost all strength from her arms and he held her easily.

Ramsay's hands worked slowly and lovingly over the globes of Julie's large, tremulous breasts, stroking, milking and fondling those fleshy weights through the thin dual restraints of her blouse and lacy bra. She flushed bright red with shame and abject humiliation as she felt her sensitive nipples stiffening in response to his touch, spiking outward noticeably through her clothing as his thumbs and fingertips danced and swirled across the sensory little nodes.

Julie was vastly ashamed of her young body's traitorous response to the wandering hands of this lecherous intruder. Why had she worn such a flimsy bra? Had she wanted this? She knew deep inside herself that her involuntary response to an older man, to Cindy Ramsay's father was wrong, maybe even perverted, but she could not seem to control her own body's instinctive reaction to the fondling of firm and confident male hands.

Deacon Ramsay sensed the conflicting emotions and feelings within his young hostage, and played upon her growing uncertainty with a master's skill. In some respects she was no different than many of the girls who worked for him and who yielded to his veiled threats of job loss. His hands were not still for a single moment, roaming constantly and taunting her tingling breast flesh until the girl felt weak in the knees and feared she would faint dead away at his feet right there in his cottage. Every movement of his stroking, rotating palms evoked new waves of electrifying erotic sensation from her manhandled young tits, sending responsive waves of feeling fanning outward and downward across her trembling torso to ignite responsive fires of budding lust between her tightly clenched young thighs.

A new, stronger shiver raced through Julie's body as she felt Ramsay's hands leaving her breasts briefly, and then returning to attack the buttons which held her thin blouse together in front. He unfastened them one at a time and slowly, taking his time as if to heighten his own sexual anticipation and to prolong her own feverish anxiety. She counted every button as it slid slowly open, letting her blouse gap that much wider in front and expose that much more of her milky breast flesh, barely covered by the brassiere which barely handled her sizeable boobs.

Finally Robert was finished toying with the fastenings of her blouse, and the garment hung open and useless away from her thrusting young tits. He stepped back from her half a pace, ignoring the bright blush of shame on her cheeks as he feasted his hungry eyes on the mounding orbs of her tits, ogling the way in which her dark nipples were plainly visible even through the thin material of her almost transparent bra.

Those thrusting, thick nipples fascinated Ramsay, riveting his gaze as they seemed to stare back at him like two rubber bullets, taut with desire. He reached forward with both of his big hands, seizing one nipple between each of his thumbs and forefingers.

"You're a lovely girl, Julie," Ramsay murmured as twirled the fat sensory buds between his fingers artfully, first slowly, then rapidly, evoking the utmost in electrifying pleasure from each of the thrusting little fleshy stems.

Julie could feel her passionate response growing inside her in spite of herself and the nagging voice of conscience which cried out to her from the cloudy back of her mind. She was rapidly losing control of her own feelings, and she instinctively knew that there was not one thing in the world she could do to recover that control. And if she escaped, where could she go? It was miles to the next dwelling except for the other cottages nearby and she was sure that they were closed for the season. And anyway, then her father would find out that she'd been caught stealing.

Julie's knees were weak and trembling, and bitter tears streaked their paths down her pale cheeks, as she stood stock still and trembled violently in the older man's tight grip. She was afraid to offer any effective resistance to his assault, for fear that Ramsay would get angry and take her home and then tell her father about what she'd done.

The girl was unconsciously pushing her breasts against the man's hands and his skillful manipulation of her titflesh was causing her breasts to glow with sensual warmth which was truly exciting.

Julie Smart could not fully understand what was happening to her body. She knew she couldn't fight this man because he'd tell her father that she'd stolen from the church but she shouldn't... mustn't enjoy it. And yet, the evidence of her now tingling and glowing breasts was unmistakable and undeniable. God help her, she was beginning to enjoy the adulterous attentions of this older, married man. She felt like a perverted sinner and she slumped back against the big, heavy chair where she'd draped her coat.

Robert Ramsay watched the captive young girl very closely, correctly judging her reactions and the immediate state of her feelings and emotions. He took full advantage of the moment, reaching forward again with one hand and hooking the fingers of that hand in the flimsy material of her bra. Then, with a single, fierce tug he ripped off the flimsy garment, casting it onto the floor.

The violent removal of her brassiere jerked Julie Smart upright once more, yanking her away from the chair against which she was leaning and depositing her on her own two feet. Her large breasts bobbled wildly from the force of their suddenly being freed, her excited and stiffened nipples describing crazy patterns for the amusement of Deacon Ramsay's closely following eyes. Julie looked down at herself, shocked and ashamed to find herself standing semi-nude before this lecherous blackmailer, but at the moment she lacked either the physical strength or the willpower to try and cover her nakedness.

The lecherous deacon moved once more to capitalize upon his young victim's indecision, cupping the smooth, silken mounds of her breasts in almost worshipful palms. He stroked and caressed the tingling globes, almost as if to make atonement for the inconsiderate way he was treating her. Within a very few seconds, the soothing, milking action of his constantly moving hands had lulled Julie into an erotic sense of security, and she was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in time to his tit-teasing gesture, moaning and mewling out little cries of unwilled pleasure from deep in her throat.

Ramsay flicked at her rigid little nipples with his thumbs, taking time from the lecherous exercise to trace the outline of her wide pink areola, thus sending out little shooting chills of mounting passion throughout Julie's trembling young frame. He played upon her tits like a virtuoso might play upon a musical instrument, milking the ultimate in erotic sensations from those pliable globes of titflesh. This was far better than it had ever been before. The girl was responding and not from fear for her job. His groin ached with desire for this lovely, young innocent.

Not content to possess Julie's breasts solely with his ravenous hands, Ramsay bent forward from the waist, slowly and gently bringing his lips into contact with the soft ivory curve of one breast. Slowly he nibbled and licked his way along the smooth slope of her tit until he reached the rigid little apex of her vibrant nipple. He virtually inhaled that rubbery nub of sensory nerve endings, engulfing a great mouthful of breast flesh in the process and pinning it between gentle teeth, his flicking, darting tongue-tip already at work on the task of driving her swollen nipple insane with liquid heated desire.

Julie might have collapsed to the floor at that very moment if she had not thrust her trembling hands upward, seizing Ramsay's broad shoulders and thus supporting herself. The action also served to arch her back slightly, thrusting her excited breasts outward and offering them more openly to the avidly working mouth of the amoral deacon.

Ramsay slowly drew his mouth away from the shivering peaks of her excited nipples, letting his lips and flicking tongue trail wetly down the palpitating plain of her bulging belly. He was sinking slowly to his knees now, giving himself easier access to her lower body as he licked, sucked and nibbled his way downward across her stomach.

Julie had heard enough from her more experienced classmates that she knew what was coming and what the deacon had in mind, but she could not bring herself to acknowledge his desire until she felt his big hands on her firm thighs, relentlessly sliding under the hem of her short, tight skirt. That hem caught on his thick wrists, forcing the covering garment farther upward with each fraction of an inch his hands and arms traveled, threatening to reveal her entire panty-covered crotch to his lustful gaze momentarily.

Young Julie Smart trembled violently at the idea of this older man, Cindy Ramsay's Dad feasting his lust hungry eyes upon her scantily-clad loins. She knew that her panties were almost transparent, all the more so due to the wetness engendered by the earlier lubrication brought on by his oral assault on her tingling breasts. It seemed to her that he would literally be able to look directly through her little panties, seeing and studying every single detail of her engorged, pouting cuntal lips beneath.

Julie could not suppress a sob as the hem of her now useless skirt reached her wide hips and continued upward, clearing her loins completely now as Ramsay lifted it out of the way and tucked it quickly and expertly in the waistband. Now his hands and eyes were paying homage to the pale columns of her thick, pliant thighs, fingertips grazing little electric paths of illicit excitement up and down the ivory flesh, drawing ever closer to the barely-covered seat of her feminine lust.

Julie closed her eyes tightly, breathing through flaring nostrils as she fought to regain some slight measure of her own rapidly disappearing self-control. In the name of common sense and common decency, she simply had to reassert herself, to prevent her traitorous young body from reacting favorably to each and every one of this evil adulterer's lewd advances. There might be nothing she could do to physically stop his ravishment of her still-virginal loins, but she was determined not to enjoy it!!

The seventeen year old Christian's stern resolve was forcibly shattered by the sudden wet touch of Robert Ramsay's tongue high on the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thigh. Shocked at the electrifying sensation on her never kissed cunt flesh she recoiled away from that ultimate act of perversion so that her plump ass cheeks butted tightly against the chair behind her. Her assailant followed her every move, scooting forward on his knees, his flicking, darting tongue never losing a stroke as it maneuvered onward and upward along the juncture of her thigh and hip.

The young girl was sobbing bitterly now, bringing down her hands to tangled clawed fingers in the older man's hair, desperately fighting to force his ravenous face away from the target zone of her chaste loins. To her chagrin and dismay, she found that she simply couldn't marshal the physical strength needed to wrench his mouth away from the moist flesh of her upper thigh, or to toss him away from her entirely as she had hoped. Her belly churned with consternation at her inability to overcome her burgeoning but unwilled desire.

Deacon Ramsay pressed his face close into the tight valley formed by the young girl's tightly clenched thighs. His eyes were on a direct level with the sopping wet crotchband of her almost transparent little bikini underpants, and he could plainly smell the rich womanly aroma of her feminine lust secretions seeping through the panties. The odor was enough to inflame him to the utmost, driving him almost insane with raging carnal desire for the young girl's plainly virginal body.

Ramsay hooked the clawed fingers of his two big hands in the tight elastic waistband of Julie Smart's panties. He jerked sharply downward on the yielding garment, uttering a low animal growl of pure lust as he made his aggressive attack. Her panties were quickly hauled down to mid thigh, totally revealing the downy curls of pubic hair to his gaze, and then the flimsy material parted in his hands with a loud ripping noise. Satisfied at last, Ramsay flung the useless scraps of wet material away onto the floor at either side.

Julie let out a croaking little sob of shame and humiliation as her naked loins were totally revealed to the eyes and hands of this clearly lecherous older man. She trembled violently, suddenly going weak in the knees as she realized that his probing eyes were on a direct level with the swollen, fat lips of her cunt, examining every furrow and swell of her secret genitals with prurient curiosity, She had never felt so naked and ashamed before in all her life, and it seemed to the girl that she could almost feel his gaze like an unclean physical caress upon her tingling genital flesh.

With a rumbling growl of pure animal sexuality, Deacon Ramsay suddenly thrust his face forward, plastering the sucking lips of his hungry mouth directly over the pink portal of Julie Smart's cunt. The girl uttered a little gasping cry of surprise at that liquid, electrifying contact, her knees suddenly going rubbery and weak as her entire lower body was consumed in a roaring inferno of rapidly building lust.