Feeling Cora's sweet lips pressing against his skin, blood rushed to Zachary's cock which pushed through the open fly of his under breeches and formed a pronounced tent in the front of his frock.

My, how quickly the Holy Water works! The unobtainable Mrs. Brook has just dropped to her knees and kissed my hand! But of course, she hasn't yet truly yielded to my will. The Holy Water will increasingly weaken her resolve and torment her thoughts, but she will remain all too aware of her actions. Her body has now become a traitor to her mind, and in just a moment, that carnal betrayal will pull Cora down to a level of shame that she couldn't possibly have imagined when she arrogantly rode into my personal kingdom a short while ago! And her journey into sexual depravity has only just begun! There is so much mouthwatering work to be done before I finally destroy her spirit completely and irreversibly-and when that time comes, poor, broken Cora Brook won't be even remotely interested in her worthless husband anymore!

"Stand up, Cora," Zachary said. "Your spiritual education begins now."

He went over to his drinks cabinet and refilled Cora's glass with his cherished green aphrodisiac concoction-the Jade Rapture! When he turned around, Cora was up on her feet, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes averted. Gone was the pride of the lady on horseback who had regarded him with such contempt just a few minutes earlier. But not really gone, just hidden, because he knew that beneath that beautifully flustered face, burned a hatred and fury for him that would take many long hours of pain and degradation to extinguish.

Zachary held out the glass of green liquid. "This is called Jade Rapture," Zachary said.

"What will it do to me?" Cora said, this time accepting the glass without protest.

"It will make the coming weeks so much more pleasurable for you-at least in a physical sense!" Zachary chuckled.

She hesitated, no doubt wondering what kind of rapture was in store for her, but the Holy Water was already doing its insidious work and she obediently drank it all down.

"Very good, Cora," Zachary said, retrieving the glass. "You are a quick learner-now I want you to take off your jeans."

Cora gaped at him. "What?"

"You can't begin your tenure on the sanctuary dressed as a cowgirl," Zachary said. "You need to leave that life behind you while you are here."

"B-But why here?" Cora said.

Because I am aching to see your lovely long bare legs!

"Cora, you have to accept that I am your spiritual mentor now. We are going to be seeing a lot of each other over the next month," Zachary said.

"But I still don't understand-"

Zachary sighed and poured out another glass of Holy Water. "You are a proud woman, Cora-and pride is a sin. If you wish to become a Chosen One, you are going to have to learn humility."

"H-Humility?"

"Yes, Cora. Humility and shame. Only when you have been stripped bare, body and soul, can I rebuild you as a devout member of my sanctuary."

Cora looked at the glass in horror and shook her head.

"I don't need another drink of Holy Water-"

"Apparently you do," Zachary said. "I'm impressed, although not surprised, at your strength of character, but I will not tolerate disobedience within my flock. Remember-this is your last chance to save Ethan."

Whether it was the sound of her husband's name, or the gathering momentum of the powerful potion already in her bloodstream, Cora reluctantly accepted the glass, closed her eyes and slugged back her second glass of Holy Water.

Now I surely have you, my headstrong young beauty!

Cora wobbled and the glass slipped from her fingers, but Zachary was quick and caught it before it damaged his beautiful floor. He gave her a moment and then she opened her eyes and looked around the room in confusion. Right now, her mind was opening up to any suggestion that Zachary chose to give her-and her body was rapidly becoming more sexually aroused.

"Now Cora," Zachary said. "Are you ready to remove your jeans?"

"Y-Yes, but first there is something I have to do," Cora said.

Then she reached behind and pulled a Colt Forty-Five revolver out of the waistband of her jeans! Zachary stepped back in shocked surprise! Why hadn't he considered the possibility that she would have come armed? How foolish he would feel if this minx were to finish him off right here in his own living room!

"Cora, listen carefully to Prophet Zachary," he said. "I want you to safely hand me the gun."

For a few seconds the barrel of the gun teetered in the direction of Zachary's crotch and he began to sweat, but then she turned the gun around and handed it to him.

Hiding the relief on his face, Zachary quickly took the Colt from her.

My, this feisty young lady is full of surprises-but it's a lesson well learned!

"I should have expected that, I suppose," Zachary said, placing the gun on the drinks cabinet. "Do you perhaps have any more weapons hidden upon your person?"

Cora shook her head.

"Well," Zachary said. Let's just make sure-starting with your jeans."

Cora's eyes started to glisten as she automatically fumbled with the buttons on her jeans. Zachary knew that she was finally in that infernal state of purgatory-she knew what she was doing and she hated herself for it, but there was nothing she could do to stop it! She hesitated and then leaned forward and pulled her jeans down her legs until they were around her ankles. Then she bent her knees and stepped out of them before slowly straightening up.

Zachary smiled with appreciation. The baggy jeans had hidden a pair of long, shapely legs indeed-much more appealing to the eye than even he had imagined! His cock was now fully engorged but he willed himself to be patient. She was still in a state of shock and confusion and if he forced himself upon her now, she might still have enough residual willpower to make a bolt for it. He needed to be patient-there was plenty of time to wear her down.

"Turn around slowly, Cora," he said.

This time she didn't protest, and as she shuffled around, Zachary ogled her pleasingly plump derriere beneath a pair of skin-tight under breeches that stopped mid-thigh. As she came around full-circle, he studied her pronounced mound, noticing the dampness soaking into the material around her crotch.

"And now your blouse," Zachary said throatily.

Cora let out a sniffle as she worked the buttons down the front, and then with a wonderfully perplexed look on her face, she parted the two sides and slipped the shirt over her shoulders. Zachary stared with amazement at the ample twin orbs of her breasts which were supported by an intriguing white undergarment with shoulder straps.

A soutien-gorge! How delightfully modern!

His eyes dropped to her well-toned, bare belly and her indented navel and his cock grew yet longer and thicker.

No corset either! What a package of treats you are turning out to be, Cora Brook!

As Cora stood self-consciously in front of him, Zachary cleared his throat and said, "Hard work is the first step toward moral redemption, Cora, and just like the rest of the Chosen Ones, you will earn your keep here. Follow me."

Tearing his eyes away from her scantily dressed body, he strode toward the back door and out onto the porch. To the left of the door was a large water barrel which currently contained about a foot of water. Beside it sat two wooden pails with handles of rough string.

"Your first task will be simple enough. There is a water well behind the barn on the far side of the compound. You are to fill up this water tank using these pails." He grinned mischievously. "I'm sure a strong farm girl like you shouldn't have too much trouble with that!"