May Marsdon pulled
her arm back and flung the lit torch into the “church” that had so degraded her
town. Behind her, the mob cheered as the flames caught upon the indecent
hangings and depraved wooden figures that had adorned this house of sin. She
turned back to the man who had brought his depravity to the town. He’d by the
town sheriff and was sitting in the back of the Model T that would take him far
from the good people of Pleasant Creek.
“And let this be a
lesson to all of you!” she turned her back on the temple of depravity that had
come so close to polluting the God-fearing men and women of Pleasant
Creek. “We will never tolerate
depravity, or immorality in our town!”
She turned back to the man, the “priest” whose body and, it was
whispered, male organ had brought so many women into his lustful orbit. The man
who thought that he would come to drag their godly down into the muck! “If you
return, we’ll hang you from the highest tree!”
“Now, is that the
way to talk to someone you lust after?”
Thomas gazed at her, his look amused. May gasped, and glared, fighting
the traitorous surge of warmth that rose within her body. “Ah, you still do,
but you are unwilling to show it—”
“Silence, or I’ll
have you horsewhipped!”
“I’ll be going,
but you burned the temple of Hedon that I gifted to this sad little town. And
so as its ashes sink into the earth, so shall it sink from memory.” He smiled. “But
all who live here shall feel the influence of my temple and a century from
today, one hundred years, A tree will sprout on this ground and all the town
shall cast off the bonds you put on them and discover the pleasure that comes
from dominion and submission!”
May glared at him,
opened her mouth, then closed it. She quivered, once again remembering how he
had almost seduced her to his wanton ways, made her his screaming little—no!
“Begone, and
remember my warning!” With that, the sheriff started the car, and Thomas winked
at her as the car started, her last sight of his face showing that he was
smiling. For a moment, May wondered if he had a reason to smile. Then she
whipped around to the crowd.
“Well! We have
gasoline! Make certain that every bit of it is burned to the ground!” A
hundred years, she thought. In a hundred years, nobody would even remember
this temple and the village would be as pure and moral as it was today. And that was the truth!
End Prologue
It's the beginning of a new cycle, as the town of Pleasant Creek falls to a century-old curse, or is it a blessing? The big-breasted women of Pleasant Creek will soon discover the joys of submission to their big-cocked menfolk. From the librarian to the mayor, and even the women's college, the town of Pleasant Creek shall fall into the depths of depravity!
Coming soon!
