Chapter 1

"Jennifer, Jennifer, darling, great news we have a reply from the school in Java, they have a suitable student for exchange, it looks like Bartholomew will be going for six months, isn't exciting, I just can't wait to tell him, he'll be thrilled to begin missionary studies."

The reverent Boris Doidge-Hamilton waved the letter up and down in front of his young wife, she smiled at his excitement, her face beamed with pride and affection, she enjoyed her safe contented life and the simple things that made it all so worth-while.

Jennifer had married the right reverent Dodige-Hamilton three years ago, it was a second marriage for both, Boris had lost his first wife to a tropical illness when they were missionaries in Africa, Jennifer's husband was killed in a road accident, she had been devastated and turned to the church for solace.

They each had one child; the forty eight year old Boris had a son, Bartholomew, now 15 and the thirty four year old Jennifer a twelve-year-old daughter named Rebecca. The children used to play together as Jennifer visited and worked at the church and slowly the two adults found comfort and safety in each other's company, Boris being older and a devout man of god was not a man of sexual needs and Jennifer, though still very attractive thought she had given all she wanted to her first real love, so the physical side of their marriage was of little consequence to both of them.

Bartholomew had worked hard at his studies both academically and in the church and had been rewarded with an exchange to a country of his choice, he had chosen Java because he wanted something of a challenge with more of a tribal way of life and Boris wanted to treat one lucky student to the joys of their western culture.

Rebecca was a bright student at school and had decided that if they got an exchange she would be failing in her Christian duties if she didn't teach their new student that westerners were not all video games, drunks and drug user's, she had mapped out a plan to educate their less fortunate visitor the beauties of the world.

"Well when's all this going to happen?" she quickly asked, he scanned the letters.

"Bartholomew must fly out on the, eerrr where is it, aahh yes the 14th, Radna will fly in on the 16th, you'll have to help in settle in as I'll be going to the seminar in Bath on the 19th, I'll leave on the 18th, what a pity I shall miss his first two days, still duty calls and I know I will be leaving him in capable hands," he kissed her on the forehead and turned to the study, still excitedly waving the paper he shouted, "Must confirm all dates at once to the institution."

Jennifer looked at him as he disappeared and thought institution, doesn't he mean institute?

For the next three weeks the vicarage was a buzz of excitement, letters went back and forth dates, times and details all confirmed, Bartholomew got his injections; eventually, more by luck than judgement everything was ready. Manly hand shakes and motherly tears over, the train left for London and in two days Jennifer would leave for Bristol airport to pick up their new arrival.

Jennifer stood at the arrivals gate, a silly card with WELCOME RADNA all in different colours that Rebecca had made held in front of her firm, full chest; her smiling pouting lips looked sensual to the fresh, pretty, girlish face now peering in to the crowd for this nice young man to be welcomed to.

She swallowed hard, a short rather squat youth jostled between the crowd. The first word that raced in to Jennifer's mind was tribal, short, almost square, his wide shoulders almost battering people aside. His thick legs were almost bursting out from the confines of his trousers but what shook Jennifer the most was his head, big, round, his head a mass of tangled hair, his face wild, eyes fierce and black, his nose flat and primitive, she could see people move out of his way and then he grinned at the sign, his blackened teeth like rotting tombstones behind his slavering fat lips, she suddenly felt all her Christian charity drain from her body.

He pushed past an older woman, knocking her sideways Jennifer was sure she heard, "Get out fucking way, fucking think you own fucking world."

Jennifer stood, swallowed hard and put her hand out to shake his, he grabbed it and held it tight, Jennifer nearly fainted as she smelt him, his eyes as black as coal burned in to her, then they wondered all over her ample body, it was then he smiled, "You here to take me for ride?" Jennifer could only nod, she only clicked back when he moved closer.

Pulling herself together she quickly took back her hand, "Shall we go and get your luggage?"

He shook his head, "I got it all here," Jennifer looked at the rucksack and tried to smile, "Okay lets be going then, I want to be home before four."

All though it was a cold day they drove with the windows open, Jennifer trying to make small talk but all she got was a yeah and a no to most questions, she had never felt so uncomfortable in her life as she felt his eyes burn in to her, taking all her shapely curves in but especially her legs, her short driving skirt showed a little to much above the knee, with her present company it was a bit to much for her comfort.

It was the longest hour of her life, the smell, the looks and when he ate the sandwich's, that she had so thoughtfully brought the mess was more than the most un-kept animal would make, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled in to the vicarage gate, the sound of the gravel under the car tyres had never sounded so good.

Boris was at the door, opening it, grinning and welcoming him, not an evil thought in his mind, all good, he was a wonderful man, weak but wonderful, only wanting the best for all.

She sat in the car surveying the mess and dreaded what their beautiful house would look like, still Boris would be gone in 36 hours, then she would take charge, then she would then lay down a few simple house rules and she knew Rebecca would be a reliable go between, such a sweet beautiful, blossoming young lady, she smiled, a little of her forgiving nature reappeared as she thought he was only a young man of fifteen and after all he has come to learn.

Jennifer had just gotten used to him, Boris had convinced him about a shower and shown him how the system worked, she had turned the few dirty clothes out and quickly washed them and she actually started to feel happier, they had even laughed as Boris committed on how god had truly blessed the young man in his private parts, that was until Rebecca came home from school, the look on Radnas face as he viewed the pretty girl in her cute school uniform was, in Jennifer's mind that of pure ungodly lust.

It was fortunate that the air flight had taken its toll and Boris had convinced him that rest would be a good reward and to Jennifer's obvious relief she had managed to keep Rebecca with in arms length until he went to bed. During the evening and after seeing Rebecca to bed, making sure her door was locked she voiced her anxieties to her husband, but he told her to have faith, do the lords work and not to worry, but that's all she did all night, she couldn't get the sight of his menacing black eyes from her mind.

Even with his good nature Boris was a little surprised by the way the first day progressed, rather than this grateful young man wanting to learn and understand the ways of their way of life all he got was a skulking untidy youth, who seemed more interested in watching his wife as she went about packing and preparing for his forthcoming departure. Jennifer was uncomfortable by the way he stared at her but her kind way prevailed as she assured Boris that by the time he came back the young man would understand, she put it done to male intimidation, after all it was all so strange to him.

Boris wanted to believe his lovely wife and tried his hardest to be socialable to the young man, asking about his home and his way of life, which still didn't bringing him any closer to understanding their house guest in-fact, when he asked him about the pouch he carried everywhere with him he became angry and hostile, Jennifer calmed it all down with, "Leave it Boris, he has very little in life and they are all probably his only personal possessions, he will share them with us when he's ready."

Jennifer's good nature became strained when Rebecca came home; the pretty young innocent wanted to teach Radna so much but Jennifer couldn't bare the thought of her young precious daughter being alone with this untidy oaf, she could see his hands twitching to touch the young flesh, he was not the type she wanted close to her lovely young child, not only for his manor but the smells he kept making were foul, she was now more determined than ever that when she had the place to herself she was going to put this young man straight.

Boris was away at the crack of dawn; the taxi took him to the station at five, forty-five. Rebecca was off to school, Jennifer deliberately left Randa until all this was done, she wanted time to sit him down and give him a stern but fair talking to.

The first day was lost on Radna; Jennifer was geared up to lay the rules out but when she went to get him she found his room resembled a tip but he wasn't there, Jennifer waited all day but he never appeared, she was just about to ring the police when he wondered in, he was drunk, she was furious but all he spluttered was that he had made some friends, he needed kids of his own age then almost fell upstairs on his way to bed, Jennifer was bemused, what friends, it was to far to the town and the bus's were to few and fare between beside he knew nothing of the area but her charge was back so she decided much as she wanted to chastise him, with Rebecca there this was not the time to confront him, best let him sleep it off, maybe he was just letting off steam she would find out everything in the morning.

She tidied away the breakfast things. Rebecca was gone and she was just about to do some washing when she smelt a more unusual smell, it wasn't bodily it was more like smoke; he was smoking but not cigarettes, this was to much. Jennifer marched up the stairs and banged on Randa's door, "Yeah," was all the answer she got. Fury boiling up she pushed the door open, stunned in to silence Jennifer could only stare open mouthed. On the bed lay Radna, totally naked, his ugly body more hair then skin, in one hand he had what looked like a fat cigarette, in the other he slowly pumped and huge erection, his hand looked small as it moved up and down the meat pole, he hadn't been circumcised the ugly fat head sliding out of the wrinkled skin.

Jennifer was dazed, just staring at the picture unfolding before her, the thick veined monster seemed to be fighting to escape his hand, Radna spoke his voice that of a drug induced high pitched cackle, "White trash want some fat cock up her cunt?" Before Jennifer's body screamed move the naked youth leapt from the bed and was beside her, a violent shove moved her from the escape of the door. He moved towards her, still with the smoke in his fingers, his cock swung like a rigid snake as he moved, Jennifer retreated, her mind racing for something to say.

His face was a mask of evil, grinning at his prey, Jennifer moved away, "Now look Radna, this is not funny, I don't know what you did back at your home but here this is not the done thing, please you must stop this, get dressed and we will talk," all the time she moved he just followed, taking a draw on the smoke, blowing the pungent smoke at her but keeping between her and the door.

He suddenly jumped at her, yelling obscenities, she shrank back to the wall, he laughed, grabbed his top and pants then bolted from the room, in fear Jennifer held on to the wall as she heard him running down the stairs his voice filled the house, "White trash can wait, I'll see my friends, stupid cunt can go convert some other under-privileged fuckers."

She pulled herself together and slowly, looking left and right descended the stairs, she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the back door open, he was gone, now she had to work out a strategy, he had to be controlled, had to learn why he was here and how to behave in her family house.

For half an hour she busied herself around the house, she had planned to do some weeding with Radna, test his knowledge of flowers but as that was not to be so she thought she would carry on anyway, it would be soothing and whilst she did she would have time to contemplate and solve her problem.

She had been working for about an hour, tending the flower beds while slowly mulling over how she could reason with this youth when suddenly she heard a glass smash, it was followed by yells and laughter, she hurried to the house, entering the door she was speechless. Four youths and Randa were sprawled around her lounge, two on the sofa another on a chair, a large black mongrel dog sat beside him panting, its long tongue hung from its mouth driblets of saliva dropped on the floor, another youth was on the floor, bottles of communion wine scattered the table, each one was smoking some foul smelling mixture while Radna was trying to pick up the broken glass, laughing like a deranged lunatic.

Anger boiled up inside the usually pleasant Jennifer, "What the hell do you think your doing?" Radna tried to stand straight, "Me and my friends are having a drink, white bitch want to join us?"

That did it, "How dare you call me names, your friends are not welcome here, they are from an illegal camp which is to be removed from the village as are they from this house, do you hear me, get out, get out this instant and take that dog with you."

All five stood, Jennifer looked at four of the scruffiest youths she had ever seen, not one of them looked as though he had washed in weeks and worst of all they were high on drugs and alcohol, making it harder for her to make them understand she knew she had to be strong.

"Out, out all of you and you Radna, go to your room, and I mean this instant or I will call the police," they just grinned at her, one of the youths took a swig from the bottle, "Go on then ring the fucking pigs see if we give a fuck, thought this was a religious place, forgiving and all that crap, what's that all about then, forgiving when it suits you, is that it?" Pushing its way through, the dog moved out of the open back door and away from the shouting.

Jennifer was to much in temper to think straight; she marched to the phone and picked it up, looking at them, thinking they would go when she did, but they just looked at her, she put it to her ear, no dial tone, it was dead, grins spread across their faces.

They saw the fear now etched on her face, Radna nodded, two of the youths moved either side of her, "Come on, sorry about the glass, come and have a drink with us, maybe a smoke then we can all be friends and when we are we can go, what you say?" Jennifer knew she had to get rid of them, she had to play along, "Just a small drink and then you go, I will clear up and nothing more need be said, understand?"

With sarcasm he said, "Yeah we understand, one drink and we go, yeah why not?" they shepparded her towards the sofa, she tried to stay upright but they almost forced her to sit. A full glass was handed to her as they all gathered around, she tried to make a conversion, "You know that you will have to move on, the council have got an order, its church land and your families will be evicted."

The one sitting closest put his hand on her knee, "Yeah well fuck the council we ain't doin nobody no harm, ain't nothin on the fucking field so why not us, now drink the fucking drink?"

Jennifer tried to move, not wishing to annoy them she took a large swig from her glass then fumbled for an answer, "Well the fate needs it and there's the cricket club plus other social events for the church, its our field not yours, you can't just take things." She hoped that would be an end to it.

Radna snapped, "The church took my fucking village, wanted it for rich land grabbers, flattened it we lost everything, that's how the kids and the woman ended up as fuck toys in the institution, they just took our lives, fucking pious bastards."

The boys all started screaming at her, "Will we now take what we want and right now you look like you could do with bein taken, fucking sexy bitch, body like that wasted on a fucking vicar." It took Jennifer a couple of seconds to work out what he meant, it wasn't until they all started to move towards her that his words sunk in,

As they crowded her voices filled the room, "Where is he, gone fucking choir boys?" another voice shouted, "Yeah they can only handle kids," then Radna joined in, "Fucking missionaries were always fucking us kids in the institution, they should be taught a fuckin lesson."

Jennifer was trying to move, get away from them, but they were too close, the drug fuelled yelling frightened her, "So who wants to teach this bitch a lesson?"

Radna was screaming like a demented banshee, "Like the fucking missionaries lessons, tie up the young girls and feed them gods seed, I seen it loads of times at the institution, fucking kids, men like her old man, fucking us kids."

Then the words that made her squeal, "So your old man likes fucking kids does he, well lets show him how us fucking kids like fucking his old lady, grab a leg, lets make a wish, lets spread this bitch."

Hands grabbed at her, she tried to fight them of but her arms were soon pulled above her head, a voice screamed from above her, "Get something to tie her hands, if we are gona have this bitch for the rest of the day then we want her controllable."

All the "No, no stop, this must stop now," being screamed by Jennifer just wasted her breath. Radna grabbed the torn flex of the phone cable and leapt toward the struggling mass, "Here, here tie her with this." Her head was dragged between her knees, her arms twisted behind her and nibble fingers soon had her wrists bound tight.

"Get her up," Jennifer was dragged to her feet, Radna was like a little squat frenzied animal standing in front of the struggling woman, his head twisting around as he humiliated their helpless captive.

Jennifer had stopped screaming and was now pleading, words tumbled from her mouth almost incoherent amongst the sobs, "Please ssshhh stop th, this, you, ca, ca, can't, have mercy," that was the wrong word as Radna launched another hate filled string of abuse, "Mercy, mercy you stupid white bitch, do you know how many times my peoples daughters and sons tried to ask for mercy as your missionaries stuffed cock after cock in their mouths, cunts and arseholes, do you?"