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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a darker chapter in the tale featuring non-consensual sex. In reality, consent is absolutely essential of course.
Spanked in Church Ch. 08
Deacon Jedediah Stearns hunched over his desk in the church's office and thought. And he thought hard. His brow was furrowed and his right hand opened and closed in a fist as he deliberated, his knuckles standing out whitely. The founder and pastor of The Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke which was based in Adams County, southern Ohio, was a worried man.
The Deacon was a big, heavyset man of about fifty with tattoos snaking up both muscular arms and a biker's mustache. However, as usual he wore a pressed white short-sleeved shirt and gray slacks instead of club leathers. His only jewelry was a large steel cross on a chain around his neck.
Sunlight fell onto a stack of Bibles but the Deacon was not thinking of glory of God or anything religious. Nor was he reasoning through of any of his churchgoers' many problems. Rather, he was troubled by purely secular matters. He was thinking of his main revenue stream and some of his old associates from his previous life before he became a minister. These were not men who forgave errors easily and they had a way of getting swiftly and painfully to the point. He had been a sinner and had done time in the Ohio State Pen in Youngstown and had no wish to return. But on his release several of his old biker buddies had gotten in touch and reminded him that he owed some serious debts, both from before he'd gone down and during his time in the joint. So he'd started running some boxes down to the southern border and bringing other stuff back north. Setting up this church proved to be the perfect front as nobody ever checks on churches and deliveries to and from the building fly under the radar. People assume that they are donations going to the local poor.
However, he was two couriers down and he needed a new driver urgently. And that driver had to be a man he could trust. One of his runners was out of action as the fool had gotten himself into a bar brawl down in Houston and found himself taking a real beating. He was still sucking up food through a straw in hospital and would be for a while. Once he got out, Stearns was tempted to put him straight back in hospital. The other had been arrested on an unrelated matter. Caught behind the wheel of a car which didn't belong to him. Stearns would have remind the guy that snitches have short life expectancies inside.
The door opened and his second, Ehud Roemer, stepped in. Ehud worked as the sexton of the church and took care of the building and grounds. But there was far more to Ehud Roemer than that. Ehud was one of the few men that Stearns genuinely feared and he watched his back when Ehud was around. Sexton Ehud Roemer was tall and gaunt like a crane and unbowed by age although he was over sixty by now. His scarred, shaved skull had deep set ice-blue eyes between a narrow hawk-like nose. His lips were thin and pale and rarely smiled but when they did revealed unnaturally even, white chain store dentures.
The man wore gray cargo pants with a canvas fishing vest with multiple pockets that reminded Stearns of a biker's cut-off battle vest. Although the fishing vest had no club colors on the back. Stearns also knew that the man, despite being a convicted felon, habitually carried a Cobra Derringer.38 secured in one ankle holster and a K-Bar knife in the other.
Like Stearns, the man was an ex-biker and had acted as club enforcer. He was tough and seasoned like old oak. Also, more seriously, Stearns knew that Ehud had sent several men and a couple of women to meet their maker. He should know as he had once stood next to Ehud when he had doomed a couple. The man's last killing had seen Ehud also go to the Pen but he'd had a good attorney who'd gotten it downgraded to manslaughter.
"We need another driver quickly. Any ideas?" Stearns said as his assistant took a seat on the other side of the desk and placed a matchstick between his teeth.
Ehud Roemer thought for a moment. "There's that new guy. John Leandro. I know he's only fresh here but he's fitted into this church really well. I've done some asking around and he seems okay."
Stearns nodded. He glanced over at Ehud but could not hold the man's cold stare for long.
"Was thinking of him. He's only the manager of the local Economou Discount so I guess he could use more money. But I'd like to know more about him. He's close to that girl at the store, Prezlea-Lynn Jenkinson, isn't he? Lean on her and persuade her to keep close to him. Tell her to stick to him like glue and keep us informed. I want to know everything about him -- even when he takes a shit."
Sexton Ehud Roemer grinned. Those even, white dentures made him look less like a human and more like the man-killing shark he was.
"I'll get on it," Ehud said.
If Stearns was capable of any empathy, he would have felt sorry for young Prezlea-Lynn.
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She'd been on the late shift so it was an overcast dark night as Prezlea-Lynn stepped out the rear service door of Economou Discount into the staff parking lot. She looked up and frowned as the lot's street light was out again so the area was in nearly pitch darkness. Her store uniform, with its zippered front and tight pants smelled of disinfectant mixed with her cheap perfume. Her lustrous, dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail.
Ehud Roemer waited in dark shadow next to the dumpsters near to Prezlea-Lynn's old junker and felt the dark urges, the needs, the pulsing aches. There's life in the old dog yet, he grinned to himself. As she stepped out, illuminated by the lit back exit, Ehud liked the way she looked in her uniform; her rounded, curvaceous body with her heavy, swaying breasts that strained against her top while her large, round ass was tightly hugged by her pants. He watched as the young woman absently pulled her keys from her purse as she walked over to her Ford, her dark eyes tired after a hard shift.
Prezlea-Lynn didn't see or hear him stepping from out the shadows.
As she was opening her car door Sexton Ehud slammed into her from behind, sending her bouncing off of the door and tumbling down to the hard cement floor. She dropped the folder she was carrying containing some training material for potential shift supervisors that Leandro had ordered for her. Papers scattered every which way. Before she could cry out Ehud clamped his hand over her mouth. The young woman lay there for a moment, petrified with fear. She felt herself rolled over onto her front, her heavy breasts mashed flat against the cement. The man took his hand away from her face and she drew in a gasp of breath to scream out. But a length of duct tape was pressed over her mouth. Immediately after, her hands were dragged behind her and an instant later she felt more duct tape wrapped around her wrists. Too late, she started struggling but the man was far too powerful for her to break free. Fear filled her mind. Finally she heard a ripping sound as more tape was wrapped several times around her ankles.
She was roughly hauled up to her feet by strong hands and dragged over to a waiting Chevy Express panel van standing under the broken street lamp. The rear door was wrenched over and she was thrown into the back, landing on top of a filthy mattress covered with a couple of smelly old blankets.
"Stay still if you know what's good for you," a man's voice snarled. Even in her terror, she vaguely recognized that voice. The metal door slammed shut and she heard it lock. She was shut in. Then she heard footsteps walking to the front and a moment later she heard the cab door open and then the van started up.
