5 comments/ 28678 views/ 18 favorites A Cult Leader’s Daughter Ch. 01 By: Dex69 I Gabi turned and blinked her wide emerald eyes at the man who was following five paces behind her. It's not like she didn't know him. In fact, she knew him too well, which wasn't a good thing since he downright repulsed her. Ed followed her nearly every day or any day that she left her house; she was only allowed to leave the house to go to classes at the local university or to go to church. The stout frame of her revolting shadow followed her everywhere, his beady eyes always staring at her lustfully. She felt as though he was raping her body with his eyes and he always made rude, sexual comments as he tailed her. Gabi's step-father, David, paid Ed to keep watch over her. Being the step-daughter of a cult leader was annoying and perilous, but she wasn't being watched for protection. No, it was because David didn't want her running away again. Since the age of fourteen, she had run away countless times, but she never made it very far. Each time, David found her and punished her. Then, two years ago he assigned a permanent guard on her tail. Now she was twenty, and he still never let up. "Your ass is lookin' mighty fine in that little ol' mini-skirt," Ed chided her and whistled from behind, following her from English Lit class. "Your juicy ass bounces with such playfulness. I want to spank it red, and lick between those rosy cheeks." He made smacking sounds with his chubby lips. "And finger that tight little pink hole." She was relieved that few students were around to witness Ed's sexual comments. Most of the students at the university were part of her step-father's cult and knew who she was, so they would never interfere. Everyone just saw her as David's slutty, rebellious step-daughter, who was apparently going to hell. No one really cared too much about her. Gabi's tanned face curled up in disgust at his torments. "How many times do I have to tell you, don't fucking talk to me." Gabi snapped at him, hurrying across the courtyard, trying to put some distance between them. "When you follow me, you don't talk to me — just walk." It's not that she found the comments offensive, she just didn't want to hear them from him. She would have welcomed them from some hot guy that would actually do naughty things to her — like throw her down on the ground or up against the wall and spread her legs and pump a rock hard cock into her wet virgin pussy — like that was ever going to happen. Another rotten thing about being the step-daughter of the cult-leader was that David's cock-blocking was the norm. He made sure that all the guys steered clear of his slutty, sinful step-daughter, and any guys she actually could get she wasn't attracted to. David said she was supposed to remain pure for God, — fuck that! If she could ride a cock right now, she would, and God would just have to forgive her later. Ed kept making crude comments all the way to the parking lot. "Your daddy wouldn't like it if he knew how you were dressed; maybe I should tell him what a little cock tease you really are." "Tell him anything you want, jerk; and he's not my daddy." Once she got to her car and used her key to open the door, Ed pushed his stout body in front of her, blocking her entrance. He sort of reminded Gabi of one of those dirty, sweaty, fat mechanics you see fixing cars in small towns, wearing a filthy wife-beater, yellowed from age, and oil stains all over the body that would never come out. The bodyguard's pudgy greasy fingers grabbed Gabi's chin, forcing her to stare into his black eyes. A grin appeared across his buck teeth. "When are you going to let me plow that sweet pussy?" The aroma of tooth decay hit her in the face, mixing with the smell of B.O. and filth that came from his body. "You know it's begging for my big cock." Pudgy fingers groped down her curvy frame, moving under the plaid mini-skirt to grab her ass cheek. His hands gripped her left cheek, squeezing the soft flesh, digging his fingers into it. Rearing back from his attacking hands, Gabi pushed him away from her. "Eww! Don't fucking touch me." Her fingers clenched the car keys, digging them into her soft palm. "How many times do I have to tell you that touching my body is totally off limits?" Ed bounced back off her car and grinned at her. "You know you want this, sweetheart," Ed growled, grabbing the crotch of his filthy jeans and shaking it at her. She snorted and fixed her plaid skirt by pulling it back down over her ass so her thong wasn't showing anymore. She shouldn't be wearing it anyway since thongs and mini-skirts among other clothing items were banned in David's house. But Gabi sneaked them in, and when she left the house after he did in the morning he never knew that she wore them. "You'll never touch this ass." Gabi gave him the finger, emphasizing her point. "Keep dreaming, asshole." Before he could try anything else, she moved back toward the car and slid into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind her and locking it. Putting the key in the ignition, she looked up to find Ed licking the driver's side window, leaving a sticky residue on the clean glass. He placed his index and middle fingers against his crusty lips, darting his tongue between them. Curling her pink lips in repulsion, Gabi sped off toward home, knowing Ed would be tailing her in a minute. It's not that she could complain to David about Ed's advances. Ed was her step-father's most trusted follower, and she was just his stubborn, slutty, disobedient step-daughter who ran away on a regular basis. He'd never believe her word over his. It didn't take her long to get home; the university was right on the outskirts of the cult compound. She pulled her car up to the large, iron gate that led into the compound; the guards recognized her and buzzed her in. Her mother had met David Corson when Gabi was thirteen; April was still heart-broken over Gabi's biological father who had left the family ten years earlier. Nevertheless, her mother fell in love with a sociopath and moved both of her daughters to Bumblefuck, Pennsylvania to live within a cult. David was a well-known man around the area, with thousands of devout followers. His influence was far reaching to say the least. In one of the instances when Gabi ran away, she made it 20 miles out to the nearest large town, and went to the gas station to use a phone. The station attendant recognized her, grabbed her, and took her back to the compound. To truly get away, she needed to get at least a state or two away. David ran the compound town of Rossingburg with an iron fist and no one could leave or enter without notice. It didn't surprise her that the police never came to break up the cult. The police chief was one of David's most avid supporters and a member of the cult council. The cult was in the middle of Pennsylvania where no tourists really visited and eighty percent of the locals were members. The compound's houses, where the inner circle lived, were all the same, solid brick three-story houses because that's apparently what God wanted them to have. But Gabi's home, where she lived with David and her mother and sister was much more elaborate than the other ones. It was the same brick construction, but way bigger with a four-car garage. It was right in the middle of town for all to admire. Guiding her car into the garage Gabi parked next to the red BMW and sighed; David was home. He wasn't usually home this early in the afternoon. So, it must be that she either did something wrong or he had gotten out early from teaching his bible study classes. Either way, she was screwed. She dreaded going into the house but she had no other choice and nowhere to go. Ed would stop her if she tried to leave again. She expected to get punished for what she was wearing, but maybe she could sneak in without being seen or maybe David was in a nice frame of mind today? When Gabi fumbled to open the door from the garage it was suddenly wrenched open and she met two blazing blue eyes and a sneer. David stood in front of her, glaring down at her with utter disgust. His tall frame overpowered the doorway, and he towered over her. "Ed called me earlier today and described to me what you were wearing today." Oh, shit! Ed got back at her. Damn it, she thought to herself. It wasn't the first time Ed had gotten her into trouble and she knew that he kind of enjoyed it. Gabi stood tall, placing her pink fingernails on her curvy hips. She met her step-father's blazing glare head on, not flinching at all. "It's nothing but a skirt and a blouse. It's not a big fucking deal." In response to her statement, rough hands grabbed her shoulders and dragged her into the house. Gasping in surprise, she skidded across the wooden floor in her heels, almost running into the recliner when he tossed her forward. He slammed the door behind him, shaking the pictures on the stucco walls. "Didn't I tell you not to wear that sinful garbage between your ass cheeks?" His voice thundered at her as he stomped toward her. David stormed across the huge living-room floor to tower over her. His eyes raked her body, as if he was sizing up an opponent. "You shouldn't be wearing any of this god-hating trash!" His voice snapped at her as he reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt. "This skirt is too short. I've told you that skirts must be below the knee." His eyes concentrated on her hips, glaring at the skirt. "If you're wearing those disgusting string panties — you will live to regret it." Gabi glared up at him with her large green eyes, not intimidated by his large body or his anger. "This skirt covers my ass so it's not too short and I'm not wearing a thong," she lied. She hoped he'd just let her go. He usually wasn't home until later in the evening which gave her enough time to get home first and change, but today didn't work out like that. "It's not a big deal. I'll go change," she said. She tried to make it to the stairs to get to her bedroom, hoping he'd just let her go, but he wasn't in a pleasant mood today. Reaching out with one hand, David wrenched her back by her long blond hair and growled, "Where do you think your sinful ass is going?" A sharp stinging sensation blazed through her scalp from where he grabbed her hair and she stumbled backwards, colliding with his solid frame. "Ouch, get off me! That hurts." He ignored her pleas, and pulled her silky strands again — harder this time. "Lift your skirt now," he spoke in a low monotone. Malice coated each syllable. When she didn't comply, he yanked her back by the fistful of hair he clutched. Her curvy frame slammed back into his hard body a second time. Her rounded ass rested against the zipper of his khaki pants. He bent down and looked at her, his eyes ablaze with bright blue fire. He growled close to her ear, "I want to see if you've really defied me once again and lied to me too." Heavy breath swept across her ear and neck, creating a nauseous feeling in her stomach — he was so close to her. She fucking hated this man more than anyone she had ever met in her life. The rough metal of his zipper scratched her tender flesh, grinding against the crevice of her ass when he moved. "I don't have to listen to you—you fucking ass," She spat at him. Her body struggled against his tight grip, trying all she could to get out of his grasp, but his strength overpowered hers. "Let me go!" His fingers pulled her blonde strands again, but at an upward angle this time. "Shut the fuck up, and lift your skirt!" He snapped, breathing out heavily. Pain radiated through her scalp, causing her to gasp out loud, "Fuck you...asshole!" she breathed out deeply, ignoring his order again and trying to not let the pain bother her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction; he could kiss her ass. "I'm not lifting my fucking skirt. If you want to see what's there, do it your damn self." She snapped back at him, pounding her tiny fists against his steel thighs. He yanked her backwards, again. The impact caused her ass to pound against his lower body. Their bodies were so close together she could feel the outline of his dick against her ass. She thought that he might have an erection, but she wasn't sure. She wondered how big he was. Just the thought of that made her legs shudder. Stop it Gabi, you hate him, she thought to herself. "You'd better listen to me you lying little bitch." He kept one hand tangled in her hair using his other hand to glide down the front of her tight body. Fingers slid over her tight white blouse, moving over her rounded breasts, her smooth stomach, and down to the hem of skirt. "Tell me what's there!" She ignored him, trying to fidget her body away from him, but he did not budge, no matter how much she twisted and turned. He just kept her held tightly against him with her head against the side of his chin. The smell of thick-clad cologne entered her nostrils, and the stubble of his beard tickled her scalp. He sneered down at her, "Why do you always defy me?" He ripped the skirt up around her waist in one swift movement, exposing her pink thong. "What is that?" Disgust glinted in his voice as he watched her under half-mast eyes. "It's a thong," she said, gritting her teeth. No point in denying it now. She'd kill Ed though for ratting her out. She's been dressing like this for months without getting caught. Holding the skirt up around her waist, exposing her thong and bare ass-cheeks, David's fingers gripped the front of her mound. Thick fingers dug into the thin material that covered her pussy. "Are you supposed to wearing this, huh?" She could feel his nails digging into her pussy. It caused her to jolt back against him in surprise at the assault, causing an ache to swell in her belly. Despite her feelings for the man her pussy contracted excitedly at his touch, and her nipples hardened. She hated this man, but her hormones have been raging lately. She barely had any physical contact with the opposite sex since she was fourteen, when she made out with a choir boy. And that didn't get far because he thought he was going to hell for touching her without being married. What a wuss. Now, any sexual contact at all made her pussy wet, but the only true pleasure she ever got these days was from fingering her own pussy at night when she hoped her sister was asleep in the next bed. Gabi tried to pivot away from David, to get his fingers off her crotch that was starting to get wet from his touch. "I'm a grown-ass woman who can wear whatever the hell she wants." Trying to pull away, her hard nipples repeatedly brushed against the harsh, lacy material of her bra, causing a gasp to escape from her lips from the delicious sensation. The fingers dug deeper, slipping underneath the pink material, kneading the pure, tender flesh. "I'm God's prophet. His son. You follow my rules in my house or you will surely burn in Hell!" His anger radiated through his voice and his fingers dug deeper. His fingernail brushed against her clit. Gabi shuddered at the invasion of his fingers inside her. An intense heat gathered between her legs, and she felt the trickle of wetness start to coat her panties. She needed him to let her go before he felt her wetness or saw her hard nipples. If not, then she'd really be in deep shit for being horny. Apparently only people in tune with the devil got horny. "In my house, you listen to my rules," he repeated. Gabi struggled even harder to get her pussy away from his hands, but his fingers dug deeper each time she moved. When she struggled more, it only caused her to brush her clit against his rough invading fingers. The creamy wetness forming between her legs increased, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he felt her juices if he hadn't already. Maybe if I insult him, she thought, he'll be mad enough and throw me away from him. "You're just a sadistic motherfucker who doesn't know good fashion when you see it. You're no prophet—just an ass," she spat out, trying to get him angry enough to let her go before he felt her juices on his hands. It worked. A snarl escaped from his strong chest, and he glared down at her with blazing blue eyes. "Get out of my sight! I don't have time for this!" He threw her on the floor. "Your punishment is to go upstairs and clean the attic for the next hour — until I think of a further punishment for you," he ground out at her, eyes blazing. Gabi scrambled to her feet, adjusting her tight white blouse, pulling down her mini-skirt before he could see her glistening wet panties. With each step away from him, she felt her soaking panties and felt them smear against her inner thighs. She stalked out of the living room into the adjoining hallway and opened the door to the attic, but before she started up the stairs, — she heard her mother bustling around the kitchen. She loathed that woman. April always ignored what David did to Gabi, saying he was justified in his actions and that Gabi should just listen. The upstairs attic covered the span of the whole house. It also led up to the roof. Walking along the wood flooring, surveying boxes of old junk, Gabi reminisced. When she was sent up here as a teen, she remembered writing in her diary and getting lost in thought or daydreaming about giving her first blow-job, or being fucked for the first time. It actually felt amazing to get away from him. Her nipples were still hard and her pussy was still twitching and wet with need. She'd die if he ever found out that his groping made her wet. The boxes in the attic were all filled with old junk that David didn't want in his house. He made his new family pack it away here and told them to forget about it. Even her mom had stuff up here. All their freedom had been taken away, but her mom seemed to enjoy her life here. Love is blind, Gabi told herself. Thin pink material stuck to her pussy, soaking up more of her warm juices as she walked to the far end of the attic. God, she needed to come or she wouldn't be able to focus for the rest of the day. Gabi leaned up against the hard wall near the end of the attic, feeling the smooth wood against her skin as she slid down to the floor. Her ass smacked against the dusty floorboards with a loud plop. Her fingers grasped the front of the skirt, pulling it up around her waist to press the soft fabric up against her smooth abdomen. Spreading her slender legs open, she exposed her wet thong to the air. A soft moan escaped through her as the delicious scent of her arousal drifted through the confined atmosphere, hitting her nostrils. Her head falling back against the wall, she brought her hands down to her shirt, unbuttoning it to reveal a tight pink bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Leaning forward, she let her soft breasts fall from the bra cups, releasing her nipples from the lacy confines. Bringing her index and middle finger to her warm mouth, she sucked on them, coating them with her saliva. Then, she moved the soaking pink material away from her pussy, and ran her two wet fingers over her slick opening. Juices drenched her fingers when she pumped into herself, and she shuddered from the pleasure that shot through her. Taking her fingers from her pussy, she brought them back up to her exposed nipples; she played with one, rolling it around with her fingers. She loved the feel of it beneath her fingertips. Tugging and rubbing her pink nipple, she enjoyed the warmth of pleasure floating through her body. The warmth washed over her, making her wetter and causing her clit to throb, wanting attention. Sucking on her other index finger with a soft tongue, she lowered her finger to her pussy to play with her clit. Rubbing the throbbing nub, her fingers became soaked in her juices. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as waves of white pleasure rippled through her from the sensations of her toying with her clitoris and playing with her nipple at the same time. A Cult Leader’s Daughter Ch. 01 Her silky blonde strands fell down her shoulders, tickling along her spine when she arched her back in pleasure as she got a better angle on her clit. More wetness surged through her pussy as she increased the movements of her fingers. She began to move her fingers more rapidly over that delicious spot. It wasn't long before she bit back a whimper and felt herself about to go over the edge. She continued to rub more swiftly with all her might. Smacking wet sounds blasted through the attic when she increased her attack on her clit. Pure, raw pleasure tickled up her spine. The wet sounds continued, and made her more eager to come. The sound of her wet pussy was so erotic, and such a turn-on that she knew she wouldn't last longer. She smiled to herself as she thought of what David might think if he saw her now. Blouse open, bra and tits showing as she played with her soaking pussy, while she tugged at her nipples. What a sight to see. She'd be punished forever, but at this moment, she could care less. Just the thought of getting caught in such an erotic, vulnerable position was enough to help push her over the edge. With a hard tug on her nipple, and sharp fluid movement on her clit, a climax assaulted her body, and she cried out. Curling her pink toes, she bit her bottom lip harder and fell back against the wall, basking in the intense pleasure that washed over her. Closing her bright green eyes, she smiled to herself, enjoying the relaxation that seeped through her for the next couple of minutes. It took a while for her to move again, but once she could, she brought her wet fingers to her mouth. The taste of her juices fluttered across her taste buds, bringing a smile to her full lips. Her own sweet, musky femininity tasted delicious to her. It made her wonder if male spunk would taste as good as hers, making her eager to suck her first dick, and swallow all the musky essence. After fixing her blouse, and putting her soggy thong back in place, Gabi went around exploring the boxes like she was fourteen again. She found old pictures, toys, and even discovered her mom's old boxes. She found the perfume her mom used to wear and her old costume jewelry too. At the bottom of one of her mom's boxes, she found an old Cherokee jewelry box. It was a beautiful carved box that she had never seen before. Something cold pressed against her fingertips and she turned the box over, seeing a small key taped to the bottom. She wondered what was in there and used the key to open the box. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla mixed with the smell of dust hinted at her nostrils, and she looked down and saw some aged paper. Upon further examination, they appeared to be letters. They were addressed to her mother from a man named Ryan. The letters were explicit love letters to her mom, — very explicit, — talking about fucking her and licking her and all sorts of dirty things. Whoa, Gabi thought to herself. When she read through the tenth letter, she paused. Her emerald eyes widened when she read the statement about Ryan, being happy that her mother was pregnant, and that they should name her Gabriella after his grandmother. Ryan was her father, and he was happy to have her. Why would her mother lie about her father being a deadbeat and not wanting her around? She shuffled through more letters and found one that was in an envelope, with a return address in Georgia. "Gabi, get your ass down here now!" David yelled up at her from the bottom stair of the attic. Gabi put everything back in its place, but stuffed the letter with the address in her bra for safekeeping. Her biological father wanted her and that was her ticket out of this hell hole. Maybe, she'd go live with him. It was a far-fetched idea, but it was better than living under David's rule. Either way, she needed to find a way out of here for good, and she knew it wouldn't be easy. She'd find a way though, and she knew she'd never look back. "Don't make me come and get you," David spoke in a menacing tone, clearly still mad from earlier. "You're getting a nice long spanking with the bible. Get down here NOW!" Then, he slammed the attic door, causing dust to fly everywhere. Oh shit, not another spanking, she thought. The bible always hurt like a bitch. A Cult Leader’s Daughter Ch. 02 II "Get the damn stool, and assume the position." David snapped at Gabi when she opened the door from the attic and stepped through it. He towered in the hallway, watching her with harsh eyes. "Your sinful ass is getting punished right now!" Shit! She was going to get spanked, again. Spanking wasn't the only punishment he dished out, but at least it was better than getting the wooden spoon again. "Get the stool from the closet now, and meet me in living room." He stomped away, causing the walls to shake with each loud step. The stool that he was referring to was his spanking stool or what he called, "God's gift." It was a tall, circular wooden stool, painted black because only sinners ever had to use it. Gabi got subjected to the stool more times than she could count, so she was definitely a sinner. Walking to the hall closet, her panties stuck to her pussy, still wet from earlier in the attic; she felt a bit sticky. Grabbing the stool and the bible, she stalked back into the living room while trying to pull the crotch of her panties down without David seeing. "Hurry up!" David snapped at her when she wasn't walking fast enough for him. Slamming the stool down in front of him, she chucked the black bible at his head. "Here!" Easily enough, her step-father grabbed the bible before it hit him in the face; his facial features changed from a sneer to a sudden bright smile. "Get your ass on that stool." "No!" Gabi put her hands on her hips. "Kiss my ass, David. I'm leaving. I don't need this." She tried to make it to the front door, but he was faster and stronger. He caught her and gripped her up by the front of her blouse, ripping the top two buttons. Lush breasts spilled out of her blouse, barely being contained by her tight pink bra. The envelope from the attic was tucked under her tits; thankfully David didn't see it. David sneered down at her, showing his teeth. "Just try and leave, you little slut. There are guards everywhere, try me. Now get over there in the position." Apparently, she didn't move fast enough for him because he pushed her across the room. Stumbling forward, her heels slid against the hard surface, and she had to scramble to keep from falling. Catching her off balance, he forced her down on the stool in the position --- stomach flat on top --- ass in the air. Gabi's emerald eyes blazed with an intense fury that could melt glaciers. "I swear I'll make you suffer one day, asshole." She promised herself that. David moved from behind to stand in front of her. His feet apart, arms folded, looking tall and solid. "I wouldn't have to do this, if you just listened to my rule, God's rule." She set her jaw, bracing herself on the stool, preparing herself for the assaults that were coming soon. "You're just a sick son of a bitch, who knows nothing about God. All you know is how to manipulate thousands of people and steal their money." In a flash, he loomed over her and gripped her up by her blonde mane. His fingers pulled at her, raising her head until she stared into his menacing eyes. "Oh, really bitch. I'm a prophet from God and you're nothing but a disgusting sinner who needs to be punished." He pushed her back down, and moved away from her. She knew she was in for it now. Her mouth always did get her into trouble. Bracing herself, she spread her legs apart and stuck her ass out more. Going through years of bible spankings, she learned that if she met the assaults head-on, she felt less pain, or so she thought. David placed the hardcover bible against her left ass cheek. "I don't know why you can't just conform, and listen to me. God chose me to lead us into the new era." He raised the bible a couple of feet and brought it down hard against her left ass cheek. Gabi jerked forward on the stool, getting hit in the face by her breasts that jiggled from the impact. The movement created a friction that caused her hard nipples to rub against the lacy material of her bra. It sent a delicious feeling through her that eased the pain a bit. Biting her lip, she fought the sting of the second blow that radiated from her cheek and went straight to her pussy. Her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm before, started to throb again. "You're wearing a fucking thong," David yelled at her. "God doesn't like those." "God doesn't care." Gabi spat back at him. He snarled at her. "Wearing it is promoting devil worship." He smacked the bible against her ass again, but this time changing the angle so the edge dug into her tender flesh. "God does care. He sees all." Gabi gripped the end of the stool with her tiny fingers to stop herself from going forward with each strike. David brought down the bible two more times. Smacking noises echoed through room from the attack. Each smack of the bible against her ass, along with the echoing noise began to create a slight rumbling of succulent pleasure through Gabi's core that went straight to her cunt. God, she was starting to get wet again. She didn't know why David's punishment turned her on, but damn it did. Biting her lip, she slammed her thighs shut so David wouldn't realize that this was turning her on. Her already sticky panties were getting wetter by the second. "Accept my rules, accept God's rules." He repeated over and over, assailing her ass with the thick bible. Slapping noises echoed throughout the room, mixing with the sound of his heavy breathing. Gabi's teeth bit into her lip, trying to stop herself from making any noise at all. She wouldn't give this bastard the satisfaction of hearing her cry out or even whimper. Instead, heavy panting passed through her lips as she tried to fight the mixture of pain and desire that rambled through her. David followed up with twelve more strikes, and then he stopped. "Bastard..." She exhaled a heavy breath that she didn't even realize she was holding. Her body sagged against the stool with her chin landing between her tits. Because she was concentrating on the pain, she didn't realize that her thighs were smeared with her juices. Shit! She's never been this wet before, especially right after coming just minutes ago. Pulling back her skirt, her step-father exposed her rosy cheeks. Callous fingers caressed her burning bottom, kneading her enflamed flesh. His fingertips traced along the top of her curvy ass, moving down to play with the thin string between her cheeks. Tracing the thin material downward with his finger, he followed the string to the seam of her ass. A pant escaped her lips from the electrifying shock that coursed through her from his touch. Gabi needed to get herself together. Not only did she hate this man, but he made her want to vomit, but somehow her pussy kept betraying her. A surge of cream sloshed her panties when she felt his finger try to enter her anus. "This is the devil's dental-floss." Moving his finger from her ass, he gripped the thin material of her thong, rolling it between his fingers. Gabi panted, trying to ease the burning pain. She decided to fight the insatiable sensations by trying to make him angry. He might get mad enough to end the punishment as he did earlier. "Well, Satan can definitely floss his teeth with this." She exhaled, bracing herself for an attack. "Because my ass looks amazing in this thong." She wiggled her ass at him for good measure. "Don't you think so? Won't Satan just love it?" He slammed his hand down on her lower back, holding her stomach against the stool, immobilizing her movements. And then he pounded her ass with bible with all his strength. "Ahh! You! Fucking! Little! Cunt! Why don't you ever learn? God rules." Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, trying to stop the cries that fought within her throat. Her senses were on fire. All she felt was the burning agony radiating through her ass, along with her dripping cunt that ran down her thighs. The heavy aroma of her arousal scented the room. "Why! Do! You! Always! Choose! To! Defy! Me!" On each word, he brought the bible down hard across her ass, creating a loud popping sound from the impact. "In my house, you don't wear Satan's panties!" The bible scalded her ass. "What would my followers think if my daughter flaunts Satan's floss around the convent, showing her ass off for everyone to see?" Gabi hung her head, dropping it down to look at the floor. Her eyes blazed with a fury that matched the intensity of her burning ass. It couldn't get any worse than this. "You know what you're followers should think? That your daughter has a nice sweet ass; and that every damn male in the convent should fuck the shit out of her pink blonde pussy." She blew out a deep breath, leaning on the stool for support. He brought the bible down so hard that the burning sensation leaped up her entire spine. "Accept this punishment! It is God's will. God help this child." He pounded the bible against her ass so hard that pages started to fly out. The pounding became so extreme that Gabi cried out, and just buckled. The stool flew across the room, and she hit the floor. She landed on her side. Her drenched thighs made a smacking sound when they landed together. A burning pain wrenched through her ass when she moved, causing her to wince, but she didn't get much time to recover because he marched toward her. He loomed over her, glancing down at her with menacing eyes that she'd never forget for the rest of her life. "Wear those things again, and next time I'll make it a lot worse." He ran his hands through his short chestnut brown hair. "Stand up." Gabi climbed to her feet. Her body ached with pain, but her pussy still twitched. David ripped up the front of her skirt; grabbing her thong. He tore it from her body. "I'll take this." The original soft pink material, now darker in color, resembled a soppy rag. He wrinkled his nose at her and looked at her with blazing eyes. "Get upstairs now. And I don't want to see you again until dinner. If you make one more peep or wince, I'll put you over the stool, again. Now go!" Stumbling toward the steps, Gabi felt sticky from her juices that smeared her thighs. With no panties, her wetness continued to drip down her inner thighs, moving down her leg. Her burning backside made each step feel like lightning struck her, but she'd recover. She's been through so many spankings over the last seven years that she learned how to bear the pain. But she knew she couldn't stand to do this for much longer --- live under the roof of a crazy, zealous cult leader. She needed to escape and soon. Making it to the bedroom, she closed the door behind. Her sister, Mary, lay on her bed with her nose buried in a book. Her ruddy brown hair wrapped up in a plucky pony-tail. Gabi shuffled across the cushy black carpet, making it to her pink canopy bed. She fell hard on the pink velvet blanket, sighing. "How's your butt, feeling?" Mary looked up from her book. "Fine," Gabi muffled at her with her face buried in her blanket. Mary got up off her bed, and Gabi heard her shuffle around the room a bit. Then, she felt Mary kneel beside her. Gabi jerked, feeling cool slick hands massaging her ass. "I'm just putting baby oil on it," Mary said, softly. She always did that after one of her sister's spankings. Gabi did the same for her, but Mary was more obedient so she never really needed it done. Plus, David had another punishment he loved to perform on Mary. Being full-blooded sisters and two years apart, they were so different. Gabi was rebellious, spoke her mind, and was loud at times. Mary was obedient, quiet, and shy. Gabi had long blonde hair, where Mary was a brunette like their mother. Even so, Gabi loved Mary to death, which was one of the reasons that kept her at the convent. Mary hated David as much as Gabi, but Mary just turned eighteen. She was afraid to leave the convent. This was all she knew. Gabi wanted to leave. Bad. Some of her escapes were successful, but she always felt remorseful for leaving Mary behind. But she couldn't think that way anymore — Gabi needed to escape by any means necessary. Even if that meant sucking dick or getting gangbanged by the guards. She'd do anything. Plus, that all sounded like fun to her, anyway. She couldn't wait to suck a nice long cock. Just the thought sent a surge of pleasure through her pussy. Mary continued to massage her ass for several more minutes and then she got up. The burning sensation started to subside, but it still ached. The pain she could bare. It was the pulsing sensation between her legs that wouldn't go away. She needed another orgasm, but there was no way for her to masturbate right now. Mary brought Gabi a couple of Tylenol to help with her soreness. Gabi swallowed the pills and water in a large gulp, finishing the water bottle soon after. "I hate that man!" she spit out. "Why do you keep choosing to defy him?" Mary asked, looking up from the book that she went back too. "You know he loves punishing you." "What? Can't I wear a thong at twenty years old? Fuck him." David dictated their entire lives. Not to mention, her V-card was still intact, and she hated him for always cock-blocking her. Mary stared at her. "But you know he's going to punish you for disobeying him. As long as we live here, we have to follow his rules, even if they sound crazy." Mary fixed the front of her ugly white church blouse. "I don't believe a word he says, but I follow the rules." "I can't follow something that I don't believe in." Gabi clenched her fist, digging her nails into her soft skin. "I can't go around praising him as God and acting like hisperfect little step-daughter. No, I can't. I won't." Mary sighed and turned a page. "Then, I'll guess you'll keep getting punished." Mary eyes grew darker. "Next time, you won't be able to walk." "My ass is fine. He's been doing it for years. My ass has learned to just accept it." Gabi shrugged. "It hurts but it'll go away in a couple of days." She wished her pussy would do the same. "I swear I'll get him back for this." "How can you ever do that? He has hundreds of followers who will take a bullet for him." Mary tossed her pony-tail over her shoulder. "To his followers, he's not doing anything illegal or immoral, plus all the police in the area are under his thumb." "This should all be illegal!" Gabi rolled her eyes. "Pretending to be God's son. Having people give him large amounts of money or donations." Her step-father never worked, yet they lived in a huge house with expensive furniture, and all the bills stayed paid. His donations came in by the thousands every week. Mary shrugged. "It's not legal but like you said the authorities look the other way. Plus, Mom would probably kill you if you did anything to him." Gabi's blood boiled at the thought of her docile, submissive, stupid mother. Who picks a man over their daughters? Who lets a man spank there thirteen year old daughter? Who marries a fucking cult leader? "Our mother is just as crazy as that man. They fucking deserve each other." Mary blinked. "Love makes people do crazy things. She's just in love." Mary always made excuses for their mother, protecting her from Gabi's attacks. "If love makes you do stupid shit like this, I hope to never fall in love." Gabi shifted on her bed so that she wasn't sitting on her ass. "Well, she is this way because of our father," Mary said. "Whatever happened between them years ago really messed with her." Gabi never remembered a time when her real father was around. Her mother said they were together until Gabi was five, but her memories of him were non-existent. She'd love to meet him, but their mother refused to give her daughters any information. All they got was a name, Ryan St. Claire. But now she had an address. A real fucking address! "It couldn't have been that bad. They broke up, so what?" Gabi shrugged. "A broken heart doesn't make you bat-shit crazy and make you marry a son of a bitch cult leader." She ground her teeth in utter hatred. "Even so that's between her and our father, there relationship has nothing to do with us. We should be allowed to meet him." If her father was excited to meet her when she was a baby, maybe he was looking for her now. Maybe her mom married David just to hide her daughters away? No matter, she would find him. "Well, maybe there's a reason, she doesn't want us to meet him? Maybe, he's a serial killer or in jail." Mary turned a page in her book. "No, she doesn't want us to meet him because if we met him, we'd probably end up leaving this hell hole." Mary shrugged. "Maybe. But we will never find him. We tried looking. It's like he's non-existent." Mary turned another page. "Plus, there's no way out of the convent. It's guarded." Gabi rolled onto her back. "There's always a way." Touching under her bra, she felt the envelope. She wondered if she should tell her sister about the information that it contained; she decided against it. She didn't want to reveal too much until she was certain what she was going to do. "You had better get dressed." Mary closed her book. "We have dinner with the Williams in 30 minutes. We don't have church tonight. David changed it to Friday." "Fuck..." Gabi sighed to herself. The dining room chairs were all wooden. Her ass was going to hurt all through dinner. At least church was moved back. Her ass should feel better by Friday. Gabi rolled onto her back and winced. She didn't want to go to dinner, where she would have to plaster on a fake smile and pretend to be the "perfect" little cult family. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. A smile hinted on her lips. She just thought of the perfect way to embarrass her step-father at church on Friday. His followers would be talking about it for months, but it'll be the perfect way to get back at him for spanking her today. She would definitely get punished again, but it would be worth it! A Cult Leader’s Daughter Ch. 03 "Is this presentable enough?" Gabi swirled around in the middle of her room, wearing a fitted red dress that melded to her frame perfectly; it covered everything from her neck to her calves. She felt like the dress was suffocating her but what else could she do? All of her dresses were bought by her mother and approved by David. Mary looked over her outfit. "It's tight." Mary wore a baggy red wool skirt that draped to her ankles along with a matching ruffled blouse. Her sister always followed the dress-code exactly. "But it covers everything so he can't get mad over it." "Are you wearing panties?" Mary asked. Gabi just shrugged and Mary had her answer "God, I can't wait for this day to be over..." Gabi slipped her small feet into four-inch red pumps, checking herself out in the mirror. "It's been a long day." But exciting; she had an amazing orgasm earlier and then got spanked until she almost came a second time. Now she would have to sit in a wooden chair with her burning ass for an hour. Great. When Gabi and Mary finally made it downstairs for dinner, her step-father's followers were already seated at the table. David, of course, sat at the head of the antique oak table and his favorite follower, Ed, sat on his left. The three members of the Williams' family sat across from Ed, to her stepfather's right. It surprised Gabi that the Williams brought their son, Ethan along with them. Like Gabi, Ethan had run away from the convent many times but he always returned like the prodigal son when he ran out of money or when he had nowhere else to go. That's probably why they were having this dinner party, to ask David's permission for Ethan to come back into the fold. To Gabi, Ethan was a snake and a rat bastard. He had gotten her into trouble plenty of times for things that he did but blamed on her. Since no one liked Gabi, everyone believed Ethan over her. Even though she couldn't stand him, she envied Ethan's success in escapes; it was far better than her own. "Sit next to me." Ed smiled at Gabi from across the room with his crooked teeth. He still wore the same clothing from earlier, except now he had added a dusty black sport jacket and clip-on red tie. Every time she sat near Ed he always tried to feel her up or touch her in some way. "No, thank you..." Gabi murmured, looking to find another possible seat, but all the chairs across from Ed were taken by the Williams. Mary grabbed the last seat on the end near their mother so the only available seat was next to Ed in the middle. Shit! Ed grinned down at her when she sat on the hard wooden surface of the chair next to him. "Hello, Gabrielle. You look fetching this evening." Soreness pulsed through Gabi when her ass connected with the chair surface; it caused her to gasp lightly. "Fuck." Every time she moved an ache went through her so she just tried to sit as still as possible. Ethan sat directly across the table from Gabi and he smiled at her once she looked up. He nodded a 'hello' to her from across the table. His chocolate brown eyes bore into hers, looking dejected, yet still harboring a mischievous glint. His appearance was pretty much the same as before he left — same wild black hair, and same slim frame. The only thing that did look different was that he wore a red and black plaid suit, which was likely his father's as Mr. Williams wore a very similar one. Gabi gave him a sad smile in return. She felt a bit sorry for Ethan at this moment because she didn't know what her step-father would say or do to him, and sad that he wound up back here again. She wouldn't wish life in the compound on anyone. A part of her though was happy because she expected that his punishment would be severe and he deserved it for lying to everyone about Gabi stealing his father's money. Gabi's mother finally came out with dinner, which was lasagna with garlic bread with some corn, and cauliflower. Green vegetables weren't allowed in the convent at all because apparently that's what the devil eats. Yeah, Gabi could definitely see the devil, sitting in hell, torturing people, while enjoying a nice tossed green salad. Yup, it made total sense. The food was passed and everyone filled their plates in silence. According to protocol David was the first to speak. He gave a table grace and then toasted the Williams family as being among his most devout and valued followers. Then he got down to business, "What brings you here today?" My step-father took a large fork full of the lasagna; he knew why they were here but he just wanted them to admit it. Mr. Williams fixed his plaid tie, and cleared his throat. "We came here because Ethan came back to us just a couple of days ago and he wants a fresh start, to rejoin the convent." "Yes, he wants to apologize and get back into your good graces, Sir." Mrs. William added, forking some lasagna from her plate. David pursed his lips, bringing his hands together and looked at Ethan. "Is that true, Ethan? Would you like to come back? Reformed sinners are always welcome back to the fold." His dazzling blue eyes stared at Ethan, hard. Ethan nodded and looked as though he might choke. "Yes, — I was stupid for leaving, — Sir David." His finger played with his spoon but he didn't eat anything. While concentrating on Ethan and David, Gabi felt a pudgy hand grasp her knee and give it a firm squeeze. Her eyes turned to the side to find Ed staring directly at her with a stupid grin on his lips. Looking down, she saw his stubby white hand fondling her knee. Gabi tried to refocus on the conversation between David and Ethan but the hand on her leg kept distracting her. She felt Ed's fingers work down to the hem of her dress and drag it up over her knee and then he worked his hand beneath her dress and he started feeling up her leg along her inner thigh. To Ed it must have felt exhilarating because she heard his breathing start to increase and he scratched the front of his pants with his free hand. That disgusted Gabi—that his slimy hand was touching her—fondling her. Looking around the table, she found that everyone was so engrossed in the conversation that no one noticed Ed trying to finger her under the table. Calmly, Gabi grabbed her knife, playing with heavy silver in her hand and using it to slice her lasagna. She waited until the invading fingers got to the top of her upper thigh near her hips. A slight moan fell through Ed's lips and his top teeth sank into his bottom lip when he realized that she wasn't wearing panties. His fingers brushed her blond pubic hair. On that note, Gabi jabbed the knife into this meaty hand, digging deep until his hand withdrew from her legs. Ed began to choke suddenly; his mouth coughed violently. Everyone turned to him to see what was wrong. "I'm fine," he choked out as he snatched his hand away from under Gabi's dress. "Just some food caught in my throat." He grabbed his water glass and took a huge swallow. Everyone stared a bit longer and then returned their attention to the business at hand. "And why should I allow you back in?" David turned from Ed and back to Ethan. "We have been through this sort of thing before, several times. I don't need another non-believer in my convent. Non-believers are nothing but chaos, and bring blackness to this holy place." Ethan shook his head. "No, I do believe, sir. I was just stupid and confused, but I believe now," he said. Gabi knew Ethan; she had known him ever since she arrived at the convent. They became almost like friends because they both hated it here, but she never trusted him. He would sell her out in a second and he had gotten her in trouble on several occasions to save his own ass. She knew right now he was lying, just playing an act, probably saying what his parents had coached him to say. But her step-father didn't seem to recognize that; Ethan was a very good liar. David narrowed his eyes at Ethan, speculating. "Fine, but before I let you back in you must attend weekly bible classes at the church for six months. And I would like to speak to you after dinner in my office." "Yes, sir," Ethan nodded, still playing with his spoon. David spooned some more cauliflower onto his plate. "And, are you enrolled at college?" "Yes, sir, at the community college," Ethan nodded again. "I start on Monday." "Good! I expect straight A's this semester or you will not be allowed back in. You're on probation for the next six months." Gabi choked on a piece of her lasagna. That's it. Six months' probation? Gabi was violated for hours by David for escaping the last time. Ethan stopped playing with his spoon and then looked over at her. His eyes gave off this cunning glint as he smiled at her. He was clearly up to something. "Sir... I'm not very good when it comes to English courses and I have two classes of it this semester. I don't see me getting an A, Sir David." David paused for a second, and shifted his eyes to Gabi. A smile tugged at his smooth lips. "Gabrielle can tutor you; she's an English major at Seymour College." Gabi looked up from her plate at David; she almost choked again. "Huh? What?" "Yes, Gabrielle will tutor you every day, starting on Monday." David smiled at him with an evil glint in his eye, clearly relishing his punishment choice. "Don't I get a say in this?" Gabi looked at him with wide emerald eyes. She didn't want to spend time with Ethan every day; she couldn't stand him, despised him actually. "No, you don't." her step-father paused. "You will tutor him every evening for two hours for the next three months. Then we will see what comes next when Ethan's grades come out." He forked a piece of cauliflower into his mouth. "If you don't like it, then consider it a punishment for your earlier actions. Putting you two delinquents together may keep you both out of trouble." Gabi thought her punishment had been a bible to the ass, not tutoring sneaky-ass Ethan. But she understood that David could and would devise punishments for her at the slightest whim Ethan gave her an apologetic glance, but it wasn't sincere. A mischievous smile still held to his lips as he looked at her. "Thanks for this, Gabi. I'll try really hard." Gabi just remained silent and stabbed at her lasagna, making the sauce bleed out of it, wishing it was her step-father's heart. Ethan wanted this to happen for her to tutor him, but why? The rest of dinner dragged on. Ed moved his leg under the table and pressed it against Gabi's calf and thigh. He still kept trying to fondle her under the table, despite her assaulting him with her knife repeatedly. Finally, having enough of it, Gabi left before dessert saying she had a headache. Her ass was still bothering her and she wanted time alone. She knew dinner would last at least another thirty minutes because of the dessert, which gave her time to sneak in another orgasm. Even with her ass on fire her pussy still begged for attention. Once she got to her room she considered the problem of where she could do it. There wasn't much privacy around here except the bathroom or her room. With guests here she might get interrupted in the bathroom if one of them had to go. If she had to stop in the middle, she'd only be more frustrated so she settled on her bedroom. Locking her door she just unzipped and ripped off her dress and tossed it to the floor. Gabi lay back in her bed on her silky comforter. She really hoped Mary wouldn't come up anytime soon, but with the way her pussy was feeling and since she had come earlier, she knew she wouldn't last very long. Gabi sat up slowly moving her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. Her breasts sprang free, and the envelope from her real father tumbled down into her lap. It was still where she had hidden it when she came down from the attic. She was lucky that David hadn't discovered it. Placing the envelope in her secret hiding place that was inside her teddy bear, she lay back on the bed. Bringing her index finger to her lips, Gabi slipped her finger into her warm mouth, getting her finger slick with her saliva. Her finger glistened with wetness, and she brought the finger across her erect nipple, playing with it. A moan escaped through her lips as she tugged playfully at her nipples, tweaking the sensitive buds. Intense heat flashed through her body, going straight to her aroused cunt. Savory wetness pooled between her thighs, and she brought her finger down her smooth skin to her pussy. She felt the softness of her blond pubic hair and her slick pussy lips as she moved lower. Gently massaging her outer lips with her index finger, Gabi inserted her finger into her creamy wet cunt. Biting her lip, Gabi used one hand to play with her hardened nipples while the other played in her juices. Pleasure pulsed across her skin when she used two fingers and started fucking herself. Her thoughts drifted to earlier — to the spanking. She pictured that hard bible pounding her ass, wishing it was a cock, a long, thick, rock-hard cock fucking and pounding her wet pussy until she came. But she didn't want the cock to come inside her; it would not be encased in a condom. She wanted its hot load all over her face and body, feeling the warm liquid drip down her tits and stomach. Sliding her fingers up, she played with her greedy clit and moaned when she started to hit her sweet spot. Taking her hand from her nipple, she used two hands to open her soaking cunt lips for better access. The scent of her arousal hit her nostrils and she licked her lips. Gabi continued the delightful violation of her cunt, pumping herself with two fingers. Slick wet sounds echoed through the room, increasing her pleasure. Feeling her release coming soon she pounded her fingers faster into her hole. Flicking her clit and biting her lip, her release took over, rocketing her to the top of highest mountain, she came crashing down in a furious wave of satisfaction. Smooth red waves slicked over her pulsing body; she let the intensity slide over her. Slowly bringing her fingers to her mouth, she licked the musky sweet juices in delight. Curling up into a ball, Gabi almost drifted off to sleep, but she heard people walking around. Dinner must have been over. Soft steps sounded on the steps, which meant Mary was coming up. Hurrying around the room, she dressed herself quickly and unlocked the door. Her body dived on the bed, trying to look causal when Mary opened the door. Mary shut their bedroom door behind her. "You didn't miss anything..." Lying on her bed instead of sitting, Gabi cuddled into the comforter and felt her eyes move to a half-mast. "Yeah, kind of lost interest after I found out, I'm tutoring Ethan for a while." Gabi rolled her eyes as she stifled a yawn. Mary shrugged as she sat on her bed. "Won't be that bad, he's kind of cute..." "He's also a fucking snake." Gabi sighed. "He can't be trusted." Before Ethan left this last time, he stole some money from his father's wallet at a church meeting. Gabi sat next to him in church, and Ethan told his father he saw her take it when in actuality Gabi had witnessed him taking it. Of course, Ethan's father believed his son and told David. She got a major spanking for that along with other punishments like the wooden spoon. David tried to locate the money in Gabi's room but of course it wasn't there. Gabi wasn't sure if her step-father really believed that she was guilty or if he just wanted an excuse to torment her. "It won't be so bad." Mary shrugged again. "Tutoring will only be two hours." Gabi smiled and Mary gave her a look. "Why are you happy all of a sudden?" Mary said. "I'm just happy--can't wait for church on Friday." She didn't want to state that the real reason was that mind-blowing orgasm she just had. "No way, since when?" "Since this will be a service no one will forget." Mary just shook her head. *** David POV David never thought he would see this little shit in his compound again. His blue eyes stared at Ethan from across his desk, watching him spit lies to his face. Didn't people understand that he was almost fucking god? That he wasn't stupid? "I want to come back, Sir David. I believe now. I do." Ethan's chocolate eyes pleaded to David, while he sat in the desk chair. Ethan kept brushing his hair back, nervously and looking around his office. It was easy to see his nervousness. His lies. The signs were all there. Hand movements. Blinking eyes. David hadn't planned on having anyone in his office tonight, but everything inappropriate was hidden away. Lounging back in his chair, David popped his leg over his other knee and stared at the babbling punk. The last time he saw this kid was about a year ago. His third time running away from the compound. He was a non-believer with a lying tongue that David would like to cut out with his knife. He was like just like Gabriella. Gabriella. His thoughts instantly went to his rebellious, slutty step-daughter. God, she provoked him to his wits end, but he enjoyed it. Years of discipline, and she still didn't conform. She had to be punished until she straightened up. Gabriella walked around this compound, flashing her pussy for all to see—unacceptable. She wasn't always like this. Always rebellious, but it wasn't until she hit eighteen, and started acting out—wearing those tight blouse, short skirts that showed off that wonderfully plump ass--he paused. It was an admonition to god—but his dick got hard just thinking about her. Her pink pussy riding his dick while he spanked that ass until it turned red. Seeing her ass on that stool today almost did him in. Nice and round, sticking in the air with her wetness pouring down her leg. It everything in him not to zipper down his pants and take her right there, making her scream his name. But he couldn't. He wouldn't succumb to weakness. Gabriella was a wild card—he couldn't do that. His life was controlled and ordered. Everyone bowed to him and he liked it that way—anything else—anything not following his plan or his way was wrong—and unacceptable to him. But he couldn't help looking at her when she walked—or when she scowled at him or called him names. It was a major turn-on for him, and one he'd never admit. Not even to his right-hand man, Ed, who was also had a thing for his naughty step-daughter. Ed never said anything, but he watched her. Watched her too closely. It was confirmed when Ed asked if she could be used for our website. The website was for sexual sacrifices to our god, and punishing the women into purity. And it was the basis of their income. Millions tumbled in daily. His cock got hard, thinking of using Gabi as a sacrifice, but he couldn't. Getting her to do it willingly would be impossible. But he found other ways to get her featured. "I'll come back and try hard..." Ethan's words brought him back from his thoughts. David cleared his throat, smoothing the front of his pants to hide his hardness. "I still don't understand why I should let you back in. I said yes at dinner but I'm having second thoughts. I have no use for you." Ethan leaned onto his desk, placing his hands there. "I am useful. And I do believe. I was just afraid." David stared at Ethan, reading his body language. "Afraid?" He still showcased lying signs. "Do you think I'm stupid, son? I'm a prophet of god and I can sense a non-believer no matter how good a liar." "But—" "Don't lie to me. God is always watching and he speaks to me." David leaned forward, feeling his phone vibrant in his pocket. Taking it out, he saw a text from Ed, saying that Jane's down there already for tonight's sacrifice. And asking if Ashlee would be used. Yes, she would be used. He asked Ashlee to come back tonight to sneak out of her home. She was believer and would do anything for him. David knew he would have no problem, getting her into the idea for the site. She wanted to be sacrificed for god, and just looking at her made his cock throb in his pants. She reminded him of Gabi—and what he couldn't do to Gabi—he could do to her. A Cult Leader’s Daughter Ch. 03 He loved the faithful ones. It didn't take him long to spot them. Do anything for him. For god. Anyone in the compound would do anything for him, but some would do a little extra. Like let him fuck them on camera for millions to see, and all he had to do was say it was a sacrifice for god. It would help them get closer to god. "Please Sir David don't kick me out." David scowled at Ethan for bringing him away from his thoughts again. The little shit was starting to annoy him. David ignored Ethan, and texted Ed back that Ashlee would be here to tonight. Then, he went to his security camera app that let him check on the security cameras throughout the house. No one besides Ed and a select few knew about the security cameras he installed a couple of years ago. They came in handy to stopping Gabi from escaping, and to film him punishing her. A smile grazed his face, knowing Gabi's spanking today would make him thousands tomorrow. She was the viewer's fan favorite. Everyone loved those tight blouses and short skirts. Who knew her disobedience would be his goldmine? The camera weren't everywhere in the house. Just in the downstairs area because it got the best signals, and it was less money to only have cameras on the ground floor. He didn't watch them often—just for the punishments. Since he had Ed following Gabi, she couldn't escape again. Even if she did, he'd find her. She was his. Going to the archives, he rewound the footage, watching himself spank Gabi with the bible. Just watching it again made him want to go up in her room, and take her right there. One day, she would be filled with him. Not yet. But soon. He left the archives to go to the live feed of his dungeon, watching his men set up for tonight. Every new girl got a special ceremony, and Ashlee would love it. Moving the camera, he saw the usual cages set up around the room, filled with girls. Not all the girls used for the website were from the compound. Some were prostitutes and runaways looking for extra cash. They were used for the live daytime video feed. He liked to keep his site running 24/7. Nighttime was primetime. Major money. It's also when he used his special girls—like Jane and Ashlee. "Sir David?" David sighed at the annoying punk for interrupting him yet again. He clicked off his phone, putting it back in his pocket. His eyes stared at the groveling idiot. To his core, David knew that Ethan was lying and he was only here to get money again, and leave. Last time he was here, he stole from his father and blamed it on Gabi. He knew his step-daughter. She wouldn't do that, but it gave him another excuse to punish her. Peering up at him from under his eyelashes, David leaned forward on the desk. "You can stay for now." He'd keep the little punk around because it bothered Gabi. He loved the look of irritation on her face when she saw him. She might try to get back at David for making her tutor him, which will give David more opportunities to punish her. Win. Win. "But I expect A's this semester from school." Ethan nodded, happily. "I will. Gabi will help me." "Yes, she will..." David pressed his fingertips together, thinking. "I will be watching you very closely, Mr. William. This is your last chance. Leave." "Thank you, Sir David. You won't be disappointed." Another lie. Ethan ran out of the office. But when he turned the corner, David thought he saw a smug smile on Ethan's face. He thought he got over on David. When he left, David had his own smile on his face. He just thought of a new job for Ethan. He could use him as a sacrifice too. A couple of his men could enjoy him...