Free The Devil's Touch by William W. Johnstone

accomplished was pain for both of them.
    "Goddamn you!" he swore at her.
    "It isn't my fault!" she returned the shout.
    He slapped her. "I told you not to yell!" he hissed at the girl.
    She turned her face away and wept. Her wrists ached from the leather bindings and her genital area hurt from Jon's attempted rape.
    She opened her eyes and looked at his swollen maleness. The … thing seemed abnormal to her. It was. She pulled her eyes to his face. She could see evil written plainly there. "The Lord is my shepherd," she began praying. "I shall not—"
    Jon slapped her. "Oh, shut up with that crap. You don't believe that shit any more than I do."
    "I do!" she cried.
    Black evil colored the boy's eyes. "Tell me you don't," he urged her. "Say it and it'll be easier for you."
    "You won't hurt me?"
    "I'll try to be easy with you. Come on, Patsy, say it. Say it." He slapped her again and again, bruising her face.
    She spoke the damning words, over and over until he stopped slapping her. She repeated them.
    A hot wind began blowing over youthful flesh. Something clouded Patsy's mind. The words came easier to her, and for the first time in her young life, she truly blasphemed.
    Jon lay between her legs and began licking at her. Patsy tried to feel shame and revulsion at the oral act but found she could not. She felt his tongue enter her and she twisted and moaned. She was not aware of the hot wind matching her moaning and thrashing. She became wet and wanting. Jon worked fingers inside her, spreading her. He removed the leather belt.
    He positioned himself and pushed. It hurt her, but still she felt something else over the pain. She laughed hoarsely and kissed him as his manhood tore through maidenhead.
    Both of the young people were so involved in the heat of the act they did not notice the dark laughter rising from the river like an invisible mist.
    "Oh, goddamn, that feels good!" Jon whispered.
    She pulled his mouth to hers and rammed her tongue between his lips.
    As he drove deeper with each thrust, filth began rolling from the mouths of the young couple in dark rivers of blasphemy. They were unaware of the black mist that covered them and the area in which they rolled and hunched and lunged at each other. The girl experienced shattering climax after building climax, finally shivering as the young man filled her with hot fluid.
    They lay on the piles of clothing. "We'll rest for a time," he told her. "Then we'll do it again."
    "Fucking right," Patsy said.
    "Logandale one," the call came through.
    "Go ahead," Monty replied.
    "How'd the search go, Chief?"
    "We—" Monty hesitated. "We didn't find a thing."
    "I just wondered. I just seen Will Gibson getting out of his car at the hardware and he looked kind of grim. Clothes all muddy. Walked kind of funny, too. O.K., Chief, ten-fifty and out."
    Joe sighed and Monty was speechless.
    The cops pulled into the drive at the Balon house, parking behind Father Le Moyne's car.
    "Uh-huh," Joe said.
    "What does that mean, Joe?"
    "Means the shit is about to hit the fan. Look over there." He pointed to the old orchard.
    Sam, Nydia, and Father Le Moyne were standing in the center of the old orchard, the three of them looking at the cop car. Nydia held Little Sam in her arms.
    The men got out and Monty called, "Hold up, folks." The cops walked briskly across the now rocky field.
    Monty spoke to all and Sam said, "What's up, Chief?"
    For the first time, Monty noticed the big .41 mag belted at Sam's waist. "You got a permit for that hand cannon, Sam?"
    "It's registered," Sam told him.
    "That's not what I asked, but I'll let it slide for now. But I am curious why you think you have reason for wearing a gun."
    Monty felt Nydia's dark gypsy eyes searching his face. He felt she was picking his mind and was uncomfortable under her silent scrutiny. He could not hide his shock when she said, "He knows, Sam. Or suspects. And something awful other than Marie has happened. That's why they are here."
    Joe