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The Warden's Woman
(Charles Arnold)

Chapter One

The Farm



     Stormville is a small town in the northeastern part of New York. It's notable as the county seat and for the Stormville State Penitentiary as well as the Stormville Airport, which is home to a highly regarded skydiving facility. In the outlying areas is a scattering of small dairy farms. It is on one of these farms this account begins. The farm is owned by the town's judge, Hugo Abadon. The judge is a big man in his late forties. Like many judges, he is an elitist, commanding, arrogant, and has convinced himself that he not only stands above the law, but that he is the law. He is also vindictive and without a shred of conscience. However, he can appear to be jovial and charming. His friends have much the same qualities. Birds of a feather.

     However, the judge is rather unique. He is powerful enough to control or at least intimidate most of the state's politicians, other judges, district attorneys, police chiefs, police, and other functionaries. Part of his power derives from his enormous wealth and it is rumored to be at least one hundred and twenty million. Of course the money didn't come from an inheritance or from his judgeship or from bribes and paybacks. It came, oddly enough, from China. More exactly from a well hidden and long lasting arrangement with the largest drug cartel in China.

     After he'd graduated from law school, Hugo Abadon spent three interesting years in Shanghai. As the center of commerce it is also the port from which the world's most lucrative drug trade makes its way around the world. During his stay there, the judge became friends and partners with a young man not much older than himself, a Mr. Jin. They became partners in a very successful drug distributing operation and in the United States, the drug trade flourished as did Judge Abadon. Although the townsfolk of Stormville knew he had wealth producing connections in China no one suspected what they were. 

     The occasion on this Sunday is a family picnic. The chief guests are the judge's brother, Joseph, and his family: wife Mary, daughters Angel and Faith. Joining the happy gathering are the town banker, Edward Grimes, and the senior town doctor, Ralph Conway. The judge's wife died two years ago so to prepare and serve the food and drink, the judge has hired his bodyguard/driver, Lucifer Pigeon??"an ex-con, a huge scowling black man. He has no wife but does have a daughter, Shauna, the same age as Faith. 

     As they got out of the car before the rambling farmhouse, Angel and Faith exchanged apprehensive glances. Standing on the porch was Eric, the judge's son. At this time Eric was fifteen, Angel thirteen, and Faith twelve.

Eric attended a private school so the girls saw him only on infrequent occasions like this. "He's ugly," Faith whispered to her sister. "He's also a bully. I hate him." 

      Angel half agreed, but it was not in her heart to hate anyone. "We need to remember he lost his mother just two years ago," she said.

     Faith crinkled up her nose, "I hate how he smells and those big red pimples and filthy hands" She poked her sister in the ribs and smiled, "Did you ever seen anyone so skinny and with a skeleton head?" 

     The family had come directly from Sunday Mass and both girls were attired alike??"white dresses, blue hair ribbons, stockings, and ballet slippers. Mary, their mother, looked much the same; a long pale blue full skirt, a starched white blouse, pantyhose, and white low heeled "sensible" shoes. 

     Eric stared down at the girls as they approached the steps. His hand went to his crotch and he squeezed his stiffening cock. They didn't notice. The judge was smiling and holding his arms wide. He hugged Mary first, then Faith who squirmed out of his embrace as quickly as she could. He pulled Angel closer to him and held her longer than the others, "My goodness, Angel, you are getting to be a big girl and as pretty as your beautiful mother!" he exclaimed. Her cheeks were scarlet. She was confused by his hug and embarrassed by his compliment. 

     "Thank you, Uncle," she murmured.

     Judge Hugo and his younger brother, Joseph, were as unalike as two men could possibly be. The people in town often commented on the vast difference between them. While Hugo was a large heavyset man, Joseph was not much taller than his wife, Mary, and slight of build. The judge was loud, rude, self-important, demanding, and could be cruel. Joseph had a round face, soft gray eyes, and a gentle manner. He absolutely adored his wife and would have given his life for his daughters. The judge had gone to Cornell on a football scholarship, while Joseph attended the local community college and, to everyone's surprise, married the prettiest girl in town just after she'd graduated from high school A year later she gave birth to Angel.     

     The adults settled into wicker chairs on the porch. The judge turned to his younger brother, "Well, Joseph, how have you been?"

     Joseph was always uncomfortable in his brother's presence. For some reason he was never able to figure out, the judge had constantly moved ahead whereas he had remained in one place. In school Hugo had been a star football player, had excellent grades even though he never studied; the prettiest girls chased after him. He won a scholarship at the university while Joseph worked his way through a state college. Joseph was a teller in the bank. Hugo was the chief county judge. An then there were those three years his brother had spent in China. Joseph had never gone anywhere. He smiled weakly at his brother and said, "I've been fine, Hugo, just fine."

       The judge nodded and turning to Eric clapped him on the shoulder, "Eric why don't you take your cousins down to the barn and show them Randy?" He chuckled, "Randy is a horse I've just purchased for Eric. He hasn't ridden him yet, but that's going to be a summer project, right, Eric, learning to ride?"

     Eric nodded, "Yeah, Dad." He looked at Faith, "Always a summer project." He motioned to both girls, "Come on, I'll show you the horse." They looked at their mother who nodded. 

     As they went off toward the barn, Lucifer brought out a tray of margaritas. "Oh, no alcohol for me," Mary said.

     "Nor me," Joseph added. He looked at his brother, "I thought you knew we don't drink. I'm sorry you went to the trouble to make these...."

     "Margaritas," the judge said. It's no trouble. They won't go to waste." He nodded to Lucifer, "If you'll bring Mary and Joe a couple of cokes, you can have their margaritas." 

     Lucifer shook his head, "Thank you Mister Hugo," he said. When he returned with the cokes, he paused as he leaned over Mary, "Should of taken a margarita. They a lot better than coke."

     "You're sure as hell right about that, Lucifer!" the judge laughed, holding up his glass. 

     Lucifer went back to the kitchen but soon reappeared to stand beside the front door. Every time Mary glanced up she saw that he was staring at her. When she caught his eye, he didn't look away. She quickly looked down at her hands folded in her lap. After awhile she looked up and saw that he had not taken his eyes from her. A slight tremor of fear ran through her body. The other two men, doctor Conway and Ed Grimes, had maneuvered to sit close to her and leaned toward her whenever the opportunity presented itself.

It was obvious that under her full skirt and plain blouse was a splendid body, tiny waist, rounded ass, full, high, firm breasts. Her hands were delicate, her feet small, her legs shapely. She had deep-set blue eyes and honey blonde hair that was cut short and curled naturally in little ringlets. She had been the town beauty and still was. Why she ever married the shy, quiet Joseph Abadon was a question talked about for years. The truth is she married him because he was quiet and shy, because she knew he'd be a loving husband and father, because he was simply a very good man. It was clear she and Joseph had made a wonderful marriage and were very much in love.



     Reluctantly the girls had followed Eric into the barn. He closed the door behind them. Faith's eyes flashed, "What do you think you're doing?" she shouted.

     Eric grinned at them, his thin lips wet with spittle, "The horse gets nervous when the door's open. What do you think, I'm gonna rape you or something?" 

     Angel blushed but Faith's cheeks were red with anger. "You're ignorant and nasty," she said.

     "Yeah, well you keep talking like that and I can get a lot nastier," he sneered.

     Angel, trying to change the subject, had gone over to the horse's stall, "Oh my, he's beautiful!" she said. Faith joined her to lean over the railing. 

     Eric stood behind them. "Look how big his cock is," he said. "In Mexico there's places where you pay money to see women do it with donkeys." He zipped down his fly and reached inside his pants, "You want to see how big my cock is?"

     Faith spun around and slapped him so hard he staggered backward. She grabbed her sister's hand and they pushed open the barn door and ran toward the house. 

     Halfway there, Angel stopped and turned toward her sister. "Let's not tell," she said. "It will only ruin the day for everyone." Reluctantly, Faith agreed.

      On the porch the adults were smiling and congratulating Joseph. Mary rushed to them., "Oh girls, your father has been promoted. Uncle Hugo has persuaded Mr. Grimes to appoint him mortgage officer at the bank!"

     The judge was sitting, his legs splayed, in a big wicker chair, a fresh margarita beside him and a cigar in his hand. Mary pointed to him, "Thank your uncle, girls," she urged. 

     Dutifully, Angel and Faith crossed to stand before him murmuring their appreciation, Before she could turn away, he grabbed Angel's wrist and pulled her down to sit on his lap. His arm circled her waist, "Now your Daddy will be able to buy you more up-to-date clothes and other stuff you want," he said. He put his damp fingers under Angel's chin and turned her to face him, "Is there anything you want, little Angel? Anything you really want?" he said in what was a low whisper. The adults pretended not to notice. Mary was aware that Lucifer was standing once more at the entrance and staring directly at her. She tried to avoid looking back at him but felt compelled to. Unsmiling, he nodded slightly as if they had made some sort of connection or agreement. Quickly she looked away feeling a clutch of fear in the pit of her stomach.  

      Angel struggled free of the judge's grasp, "No, no, there's nothing, nothing I want," she said. 

     A moment later, Lucifer announced that lunch was served in the dining room. Mary was the last through the doorway, and the sullen black man followed behind her. As she was about to turn toward the dining room she felt his huge hand on her ass. It was so unexpected she gasped but didn't confront him. She couldn't be absolutely sure it wasn't an accident.