Expedition Westward by Brian Bakos
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After a long, arduous day of walking, they finally halted to rest for the night. Pam was about ready to drop from exhaustion when a request came from the chief acolyte.
“I wish to purify myself for the trials awaiting me,” he said. “I need to do penance to get my spirit in tune with the Messiah.”
“Uh ... sure thing,” Pam said.
She knew what this ‘purification’ meant. The chief acolyte wanted the girls to whip his naked body until he bled all over. It was the best way for him to ‘unite with the Messiah’ and ‘share the vision.’
Well, Pam thought, whatever gets you hard.
She turned toward Susie and spoke in a low voice. “You go ahead and turn in. I’ll take care of this.”
“Thank you,” Susie whispered.
The chief acolyte had already stripped himself naked and sprawled over a large rock, his buttocks presenting a second moon to the night sky. Pam picked up one of the supple little sticks that littered the area. She gave her palm an exploratory smack.
This was pretty kinky stuff all right, but it was as far as the old fruitcake went. He’d never tried to rape or abuse either of the girls. As long as they agreed enthusiastically with his religious rantings, he was happy.
Too bad he’s such a whack job, Pam thought.
She wouldn’t mind screwing him, actually – even though he was crazy and uglier than shit. Seeing him wipe out the Brad crew had been a real turn on. Like women in general, Pam was drawn to achievement. She just had a broader definition of ‘achievement’ than most.
The extended butchery of Tom was a bit too much, though. Pam and Susie had spent that time inside the van, sound system blaring to mask the screams.
Tell the truth, girl. There’s no place to hide it out here.
Well, okay ... Pam would have enjoyed observing Tom’s agony for a while – especially the genital mutilation part. The son of a bitch deserved every cut he’d received. Susie had been far too upset to be left alone; however, so Pam had stayed with her in the van rather than go out to savor Tom’s demise.
Pam brought the switch down on the chief acolyte’s ass. He flinched with exquisite pain. She brought the switch down again, harder this time. An ecstatic howl rose into the emptiness.
It would be so easy now to seize the guns and take over. But then what?
The chief acolyte was a fearsome individual, intimidated by nothing, while they were just two girls out on their own, still traumatized from the horrors of their captivity. Worse yet, Susie would be useless in a pinch – maybe she’d never recover from her ordeal. They needed a strong man to protect them.
Best to keep things as they were for now – until a better offer came along. She raised the switch for another blow.
Part Four: Space Invaders