Date: Sun, 13 May 2012 13:12:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 8 This is a sexually oriented fantasy set in the future. The author does not condone the activities depicted. He only describes what might occur, given the premises upon which the story is based. Skittish readers should use caution. Minors should move on. Sexual activity is explicitly detailed. Please take time to comment. macoutmann@yahoo.com AGE OF WANTONNESS by Macout Mann Chapter 8 July 2. Wednesday. Last day of school for Josh. Two months vacation ahead. First, though, is the promotion ceremony. The boys in Josh's class strip off their sleeveless t shirts, and pull on the senior class shirts with green bands on the short sleeves and the school crest over the breast. There's a good bit of crotch clawing as the boys celebrate their new status. "Boys," Mr. Masters announces, "It's been great having you for homeroom this year. I hope you have a good summer and a good senior year." There are cheers all around and the boys troop out into a hall already filled with boisterous underclassmen. "Oh Josh," Mr. Masters calls. "Yes, sir." "I haven't forgotten that we want to have your parents over. You're welcome to come too, if you'd like. I know Mrs. Masters would like to get to know you." He casually touches his groin as he speaks. "Thank you, sir. If I can't come with the folks, maybe some other time." He knows his mother is old fashioned about some things. Except at the beach, he's seen her naked only a few times and has never observed his parents having sex, although he's heard them plenty. Mayor Weatherby is anxious to get away for the Independence Day holiday. The Fourth of July has turned into an almost weeklong celebration, a "travel day" on the third, and at least three days of cavorting. He and Chris Martin are listening to a report from the city attorney, Randall Bishop. "So we've not received sales tax receipts from any of the Pilgrim businesses," Bishop says. "Of course, they are all separately incorporated but are all really owned by Jennings' fellowship. So it's not surprising that they are all acting in concert. "The church has until the end of this month to pay the 2042 property tax assessment. But so far nothing." "What about the other property taxes in Ole Town?" the mayor asks. "Most of the property is rented," the lawyer responds, "so the owners, who live elsewhere, collect the tax as part of the rent and remit as soon as they are billed. The property that is owned by individual Pilgrims? They usually pay too. I don't think that those that haven't paid are part of Jennings' rebellion. They're probably just late or are having money problems." "Well, let's plan to wait until August 1, and then shutter the church and all the goddamned businesses over there," the mayor decrees. Mike Crane's ceefone goes off just as he is atop a ladder, balancing a glasswood beam for Maury. "Can't answer," he cries, so the caller is automatically signaled that he is engaged. Once back on the ground, he sees the call is from Ben Stiles. He punches the return button. "Hi, Mike," Stiles answers. "I'm calling, because you're not scheduled to work until Saturday. We're expecting big crowds over the holiday, though, and you've turned out to be a real popular greeter. Can you work the rest of the week?" "You mean starting tomorrow night?" "Right." "Sure. We're off starting tomorrow, and I can use the extra cash. At the rate I'm going, I may be able to get my own place soon." "See you tomorrow, then. Why don't you come in about five?" Susannah works at the Garment House as a seamstress. There isn't a huge demand for garments in Ole Town. Everybody wears the same thing, so only when stuff wears out or gets too small do Pilgrims buy new clothes. When they do seamstresses like Susannah custom make them. It's about three when Sister Jane shows up and says that she's arranged for Susannah to get off work early. She adds that Brother Jacob wants to see her. Sister Jane is in her forties and works at Pilgrim Headquarters. Susannah's not sure just what she does. They go to Jane's townhouse. Susannah's told that Jacob will meet them there. She is also given a white robe and told to go and get undressed and put the robe on. Pilgrims generally do what they're told; and when Susannah emerges from the dressing room, she finds that Jane is also wearing one of the robes. And when Jacob arrives, so is he. Pilgrims don't have the body-building fetish that most everybody else does, but Jacob is a real muscle man. His biceps are massive and his chest measurements are huge. He boasts a twenty-nine inch waist and a well-defined eight pack. "I hope you have been praying, Susannah," he chides. "Yes, brother, I have," she replies. "That's good, because despite the fact that you have seen the ways of the heathen world, we have decided to give you an honor. I am going to induct you into the Society of Mary Magdalene." Jane looks on stoically. "As you know, Mary Magdalene was a prostitute," Jacob continues. "But she came to know our Lord. You may not know that there is a Gospel According to Mary, which is one of the several Gospel accounts that were not included in the Testament. It shows for the first time how important the Magdalene was in the early Church. "The published versions of the Gospel omit the first four pages and six pages toward the middle of the text. They were allegedly missing from the manuscripts, when they were first discovered. But we have found that they do exist and they tell of the love relationship between Mary and our Lord, a relationship expressed in the most intimate way possible. "And in order to celebrate that relationship the Pilgrim Fellowship has created the Society of Mary Magdalene. Sister Jane was its first member, and now you will be its newest." Jacob sheds his robe and reveals his hard-as-steel dick ready to impale Susannah. "Shed your robe," he orders. "No," she cries. "No. I came back here to avoid having to see..." Her resistance infuriates Jacob. "Silence!" he shouts. Before, he has always been gladly obeyed, but Susannah is trying to escape. He grabs her, rips the robe off her, and has his way. He mercilessly pounds her pussy and chants "You will come to love this as Mary did." He drops his semen into her abused and bleeding orifice, pulls out, and says, "The society will meet here tomorrow at three. Be here to meet the other members." Then he leaves. Susannah weeps. She weeps uncontrollably. Jane is touched. She takes the crying girl into her arms, and tries to console her. "There, there," she whispers. "I've never known it to be like this. "I wasn't a virgin. I had been a prostitute, when I became a Pilgrim. I wanted to be fucked again. All the others have been younger than you. They have submitted gratefully. And Jacob has always been tender and caring with them. "But I think this whole thing is just a way for Jacob to get his jollies." She is now thinking out loud. "Yes, there is a Gospel According to Mary--I have seen it in the library--but I don't think anybody knows what the missing parts contain. And I'm sure Brother Bryan doesn't know anything about what Jacob's doing. If he did, he'd have a fit, I'm sure." Susannah listens, and her weeping gradually stops. She has been violated. And she resolves never to set eyes on Jacob again. She will leave Ole Town and the Pilgrims for good. She can seek out Ashby. Maybe she can even find Mike. He had treated her honorably. And if she does get set upon by someone out there, well it hardly matters any more, does it? Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. 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