the service station, and those who did were local people, not travelers bound for Reno.
Late that afternoon a large black limousine pulled in by the gas pump. She could see the attendant talking to the occupants when he had finished serving them.
'Libby,' he called to the girl, 'these folks're going to Reno, and they say they'd be happy to give you a lift.'
When Libby approached the car, the man stepped out and smilingly opened the rear door for her. Libby liked him immediately. He was in his middle forties with dark hair sprinkled with gray, and he had the warmest, gentlest brown eyes she had ever seen. The woman with him was in her early thirties with short blonde hair cut in a shag.
Thanking the attendant, Libby sank into the luxuriously cushioned seats of the limousine as it moved majestically out onto the highway.
'The gentleman at the service station told us that some man stole your money and left you stranded,' the woman said, turning to look at Libby.
'He was a dirty, rotten bastard,' answered the girl in a hushed voice.
'Well, dear, you won't have to worry any more,' the woman said softly.
Libby liked her, too. They seemed to be the kindest-looking people she had ever met in her life.
'So you're going to visit your aunt in Reno?' continued the lady.
'Not really,' sighed Libby, feeling she could trust these people. 'I'm runnin' away.'
'Oh, that sounds exciting,' the woman smiled in a warm enthusiastic voice. 'Tell us all about it.'
The dam suddenly burst around Libby's pent-up emotions. Sobbing hysterically, she poured out the whole sordid story to the two understanding people in the front seat.
'You poor child,' whispered the woman in a soft sympathetic voice.
'And that fuckin' bastard stole all my savings,' continued the hysterical child.
'Now, now,' the woman smiled tenderly. 'You just stop worrying and we'll get you all straightened out.'
Later that evening when they were having dinner and Libby had gone to the restroom, the woman smiled at her husband. 'It looks like we've found a winner this time.'
'God, yes,' he laughed. 'And this one won't run away when she thinks she's wanted for murder.'
'When we get the little slut washed up and into some decent, clothes, she could be quite attractive,' she mused.
'With her previous experience and our training, we can really turn that little cunt into something fantastic,' he said enthusiastically.
'You folks have been so kind to me,' smiled Libby when she rejoined them at the table.
'Honey,' smiled the woman, 'would you like to live with us for a while?'
'Gosh,' Libby gasped. 'I don't expect you to do nothin' like that. You've already done plenty for me.'
'But you don't have any place to go,' the woman smiled gently.
'But I just couldn't be such a bother to you,' sighed Libby.
'We'd love to have you as part of our family,' the woman continued. 'Wouldn't you like that?'
'Gee, yes,' replied the girl.
'All right,' beamed the woman. 'We're your new aunt and uncle.'
'Really?' Libby gasped.
'Yes, really,' was the reply. 'This is your Uncle Luke, and I'm your Aunt Helena.'
'Hi, Uncle Luke and Aunt Helena,' giggled Libby. 'I've never had an aunt and uncle before.'
'Well, you have now,' smiled Uncle Luke.
It was not until the next afternoon that they reached the San Francisco Bay Bridge. Libby stared in disbelief at the jewel like buildings and skyscrapers that seemed to be reaching up out of the clear blue waters of the bay. From the bridge they were crossing, ships looked like toys moving across the water below them.
Exiting from the bridge in San Francisco, Uncle Luke turned the car south, heading down the peninsula. Leaving the city behind, they moved slowly through the traffic toward the suburban area. Turning off the main highway, they were soon in a beautiful wooded area with gracious mansions gracing the landscape. They were now moving through hills, green with pines and gnarled, twisted cypress trees. Making one last turn, Uncle Luke guided the car into a narrow straight lane that led to what looked like a huge castle perched on top of a mountain. The windows reflected the late afternoon sunlight like colored flames against the dark, brooding stone of the imposing building.
Luke stopped the car in front of a gate in the high walls that surrounded the massive structure. An elderly man came out, and, after bowing low to Uncle Luke, he opened the gate. Looking up as they drove through, Libby noticed a sign that read: THE TEMPLE OF VALHALLA.
'What is the Temple of Valhalla?' she asked.
'This is your new home,' smiled Aunt Helena. 'Uncle Luke is the High Priest and I am the High Priestess of Valhalla.'
Libby was not prepared for what she saw when they entered the building. The grandeur of the entrance hall was like a page out of the Arabian Nights. Deeply carpeted floors, giant pillars, red and gold tapestries, and large, satin-covered lounges covered the spacious room. The centerpiece was a huge bronze statue of a man with a massive cock partly embedded into a frightened young girl.
'Isn't that a beautiful statue?' smiled Aunt Helena.
'I-I guess so,' Libby stammered.
'It is a statue of what life is all about,' continued the woman. 'The glories of life are passion and lust.'
'I don't understand,' the girl mused.
'Well, let me explain it this way,' her new aunt continued. 'You just murdered a man, and out there you are an evil murderess, and if they ever caught you, you could be hanged. Yet, here in the safety of the Temple of Valhalla you will be revered for your evilness. It is written in the prophesies of our religion that someday, a young girl will come to us, her hands dripping with human blood, and take her rightful place with us as Princess Aphrodisia. Today that revelation has happened. You, my child, are the long-awaited Aphrodisia, the true Princess of Evil and Lust.'
They were interrupted by a heavy-set, middle aged woman who entered the room, kneeling in front of Helena.
'Welcome, home, High Priestess,' she whispered in an awed voice.
'Thank you, Katrina,' Helena smiled.
Rising, the woman stared curiously at little Libby.
'This is Princess Aphrodisia,' the girl's new aunt continued. 'Please bathe and prepare her and then have her brought to our quarters.'
'You mean,' gasped Katrina, 'the real Princess Aphrodisia?'
'Yes,' replied Helena.
Libby followed the woman down a long corridor and up a flight of wide carpeted stairs. They entered a huge room all decorated in pink and white with a huge canopied bed on an elevated dais. Opening the door they entered a beautifully ornate bathroom with a large sunken tile bath.
When Katrina had drawn the water and added aromatic oils and perfumes, she asked Libby to disrobe. When the girl had obeyed, the older woman helped her into the bath.
Libby settled back in the soft, warm suds and let Katrina take over. There was something about the way the woman practically caressed her with the lather that bothered the girl.
'It's so exciting to wash someone as evil as you are,' sighed the woman was her fingers worked the soapy suds lightly over Libby's lush full tits and hard erect nipples. Libby also felt that Katrina spent far too much time soaping her genitals, but she didn't say anything.
At last the bath was finished and the girl was wrapped luxuriously in a big soft towel while Katrina brushed her hair. The last thing the woman did was to remove the towel and dust Libby's lovely young body with a delicately perfumed powder.
At the woman's request, Libby slipped into a white silk button less gown that tied around her with a black velvet sash. When the girl was ready to be presented, Katrina led her upstairs to the High Priest and Priestess' quarters.
When the girl entered, she was shocked to see Uncle Luke and Aunt Helena spread out nude on a huge
