Bound for Glory by Phil Phantom (Incest)


Annabelle Maryweather pulled her daughter along the busy train station 
platform, searching for car number nine. To her, the Great Depression 
appeared to be a boon to train travel. Everyone seemed to be going 
somewhere, and going by train. "My Lord, I've never seen Clairmont 
Station so busy. There it is, Catherine, hurry."

"Mother, we're not late. Please, stop pulling. I can't run in these 
stupid shoes."

"I want to see you properly settled. This is a big step for a young 
lady of fifteen, going all the way across the country by herself. 
Someone will need to look after you, and the Lord will provide. We have 
to give Him some time, though. I'm sure the good Lord doesn't like 
being rushed anymore than you do."

"I don't see why I have to have someone looking after me. I can look 
after myself. I'm not a child, Mother."

"You are a child until I say you're not, or until you have one, and 
that won't happen until I say. Keep moving your feet, not your mouth."

One minute later, they were inside car nine, looking for compartment 
six. People crowded the aisle that ran along the right side, going in 
and coming out of rooms that could accommodate six passengers. 
Annabelle forced her way along, dragging Catherine behind her. "Here we 
are." 

She opened the door, looked in, and saw two men seated in the room. 
"Excuse me." 

She stopped the conductor and said, "I'm afraid there's been a mistake. 
My fifteen-year-old daughter, Catherine Maryweather, is traveling alone 
to Sacramento, California. I specifically requested a women's berth. 
Number six is a man's compartment. That simply won't do."

"Lady, we only have seats on this train. You bought a standard fare 
ticket. We don't have men's or women's anything, not even rest rooms. 
She'll be fine, don't worry."

"Well, I beg to differ. My daughter will not be sharing quarters with 
men for three days. Surely you must have more suitable accommodations 
for young ladies traveling alone over such distances."

"Lady, number six is suitable. It's not a sleeper, but it does have 
pull-down racks. We're pulling out in five minutes. I don't have time 
right now to be shuffling passengers. After we get underway, I'll help 
her find something better, but one's as good as another if you ask me. 
People move in and move out all along this line. I could put her with 
some nuns right now, but they might get off in Pittsburgh and the 
Dillinger gang might take their place. Put her in six."

"Look, we are a good Christian family. You look like a fine Christian 
man. Would you please take Catherine under you wing, see that she is in 
good Christian company at all times, check on her often. I'd be so 
grateful."

"I would, but I leave this line in Pittsburgh. Wait, as I recall, 
there's a reverend in car seven. He's on his way to China or some place 
like it. He could see her to Sacramento. Try compartment four or five 
in car seven."

Annabelle turned to Catherine with a smug smile, saying, "See, 
Catherine, the Lord provides for his own." Turning to the conductor, 
she said, "Thank you so much. I'll see that the Norfolk & Western 
recognizes your service. Come, Catherine."

Annabelle peeked in compartment five of car seven and saw five men. 
"Excuse me, gentlemen. I understand a servant of our Lord Jesus may be 
in this compartment. Who might that be?"

John Stewart Masterson, alias Gabrial Honeycut, alias Slick Stewart, 
alias Reverend John Cunnylicker was anything but a servant of the Lord 
- a servant of the state of New York, Rhode Island, and Texas, yes, if 
they could get their hands on him. John had a list of charges that 
covered every offense from child pandering to grand larceny. He stood, 
doffed his cap, and said, "The Reverend John Cunnylicker, Madam, at 
your service." The other men chuckled.

"How dare you affront me with that..."

"Madam, my name causes me more embarrassment than you, I assure you. 
Unfortunately, it is my Christian given name, and the cross I bear. In 
my family's fatherland, Austria, Cunnylicker is a noble name meaning 
keepers of the sacrament. Only here is it a profanity. I'm on my way to 
Asia where I can serve the heathen masses without the snickers. How may 
I help you?"

"You don't look like a preacher to me."

"I'm traveling incognito. Got my Bible right here." John pulled out a 
leather-bound King James Bible from his jacket and showed Annabelle the 
front and back. 

Annabelle was only slightly pacified, such an outrageous and profane 
combination of words she'd never heard. Still, with the conductor 
yelling, "All Aboard" she had little time for lectures or for listening 
to family histories. She said, "Will you step out here, please?"

John stepped out and saw Catherine. She looked a vision of feminine 
loveliness and virgin purity in her finest Sunday dress with 
fashionable lace-up high heeled ankle boots. Out of habit, he surveyed 
her young body, liking the package. She looked fourteen, but her body 
looked sixteen. She had the curves of a voluptuous woman on a small 
scale - standing five two, in three-inch heels. She had a child-like 
look, but large blue adult eyes and full red lips without benefit of 
makeup. Her long, straight, silky, blond hair was tied back with a 
ribbon matching the wide satin belt on her dress. John tipped his cap 
to Catherine, smiled, and said, "Reverend John Cunnylicker, servant of 
our Lord Jesus Christ, at your service."

Catherine giggled. Annabelle wasn't amused. She was especially upset by 
the way John ran his eyes over Catherine's breasts and legs, even 
peering behind her to check out her ass. Annabelle shot him an angry 
look about his visual exam, but said, "Must you use your last name at 
every opportunity? Wouldn't Reverend John be more appropriate when 
introducing yourself to a young lady?"

"A Cunnylicker I was born, and a Cunnylicker I'll die. Cunnylicker is 
the Lord's name for me, and I shan't hide in shame. I am a keeper of 
the sacrament, and we Cunnylickers are a proud family."

"All Aboard!"

"Oh my! Look, this is my daughter, Catherine Maryweather. She's only 
fifteen - a minor! She's on her way to Sacramento California, Glory to 
be exact, traveling alone. We have kinfolk in Glory, and she is to 
minister to the needy there. She needs the protection of a Christian 
man, someone who will minister to her needs - her spiritual needs. I 
beg you look after her, keep her from harm, and guide her along the 
path of righteousness."

"Madam, I am honored. John Cunnylicker will answer the Lord's call and 
guide this child as though she were my own. I will have a flock of one, 
all the way to Glory."

Annabelle leaned in and whispered, "Will you please not say your full 
name in her presence? I beg you. She may know what that word means. 
Frankly, I don't think you're a preacher at all, but I've little 
choice."

John spoke loud and firm, "Who and what I am is between me and my 
maker. You may choose to believe or not believe. Frankly, I don't give 
a twit. As a preacher or as a man, I can deliver this child to her 
destination, but I will tolerate no disobedience. I will gladly 
undertake that calling, but she'll mind me or she'll receive harsh and 
instant retribution. We Cunnylickers tolerate no impudence from young 
girls. Spare the rod; spoil the child, and with girls, a rod in the 
slit of their cunnies will make them mind their elders."

Annabelle fumed and scowled indignantly, "I'm certain Catherine will 
give you no cause to discipline. She's been properly raised to mind her 
elders and has never required corporal discipline. We do not believe in 
beating our children, certainly not there."

"That may be, but when young girls with sexual hormones flooding their 
veins get away from strict parental rule, they tend to go wild, 
especially there. I must have your authority to discipline Catherine as 
I see fit. I do believe in corporal discipline. I believe strongly in 
it, even for the most minor and seemingly innocent transgressions; and, 
for young ladies, that discipline should be liberally applied to their 
naked skin with the hand or a belt as the offense warrants, where the 
offense warrants."

"Good Lord, what kind of preacher are you? What kind of man are you?" 

John pulled Catherine's back to his front and held her firmly by the 
shoulders, pinning her arms tightly to her sides with his knuckles 
digging into each boob, saying, "I am a preacher man who knows how to 
control young girls like your Catherine. She'll toe a very thin line 
with me, Mrs. Maryweather. You may rest easy on that score."

"You will not lay one finger on my daughter. Do you understand me? Not 
one finger!"

"Suit yourself, but she'll be on her own. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Wait!" Annabelle placed her hand on John's shoulder, gently turning 
him back. John followed the pull in such a way that Annabelle appeared 
to be bringing him back to Catherine. She quickly drew her hand away, 
as though John's shoulder burned her. John slid his hands down 
Catherine's front to her pelvic bones, then stooped to bring 
Catherine's ass tightly to his groin. 

Annabelle's distraught eyes followed the man's hands as she implored, 
"Reverend, please. I beg you in God's name. You are my only hope, 
unfortunately."

"I must insist you grant me the right to discipline without 
restrictions or limitations."

The conductor cried, "All Aboard. Last call. All visitors must leave 
the train."

Annabelle's eyes dropped to see the reverend's loins slowly undulating 
in an obscene grind against her daughter's ass. "Reverend...I..." 

Annabelle took in the outrageous sight of adult male fingers fanned 
over Catherine's lower belly, all pointing to her crotch, pulling hard 
against his own. John said, "I insist. Unrestricted authority from your 
lips to her ears." The train gave a lurch. "Well..." said the reverend,

Annabelle stared hard at Catherine's lower belly, then said, "Oh my." 
She continued to stare as his fingers inched their way closer to her 
daughter's pubic mound, made apparent by the tightly stretched material 
of her dress. Slowly, with her face burning red, Annabelle's eyes came 
up to Catherine's eyes. She said, "Catherine, he has my complete trust 
and authority to administer discipline as he sees fit. Mind him, 
Catherine."

The Reverend put a harder grind into his pelvic press and said, "On her 
naked skin."

Annabelle immediately looked down and saw that the reverend's finger 
tips had moved lower, making the turn over the mound, bunching the 
material between Catherine's legs. "Oh dear!...Oh, all right."

"Tell her! Make it clear to her that I may strip her naked if I think 
her punishment warrants that."

"Catherine, he has total and unrestricted authority to guide and 
discipline as he sees fit, even on your naked skin. He may even strip 
you totally naked for your punishments, so do not give him cause, or I 
will hold you accountable. Reverend, I will also hold you accountable 
should there be no cause, no just cause, or lame excuse."

John's right hand firmly cupped Catherine's crotch. His left went up 
and grasped the surprised girl's right breast, squeezing the firm mound 
into distortion. Annabelle's jaw dropped as John said, "As you can see, 
your virgin daughter is in capable hands. I can feel a devil hiding 
between her legs, but I can beat that devil out of her. Hurry, 
Annabelle, you're running out of platform." 

Annabelle turned to see the station moving. She moved forward, mindless 
of the two hands still groping her daughter, and said, "Mind him, 
Catherine. The Devil may have you in his clutches, but the Lord will 
deliver you. Any sin will be his. Just pray." 

She kissed Catherine on the cheek, then rushed to the open door. She 
hesitated, then jumped awkwardly, missing the end of the platform by 
inches, falling in a very unladylike end-over tumble in grass and sand. 
John peered out the window with Catherine and said, "Nice knickers."

Catherine suppressed a giggle, but a stifled gig escaped. She turned to 
face John when he eased off the firm but exciting hold. She eyed the 
mysterious man with the mischievous gleam in his eye and decided he was 
no preacher. She also decided he was quite handsome - tall, dark, 
rugged, but with nice white teeth that could form a devilish smile, and 
best of all, he had a very big cock. 

She loved the way he stood up to and humiliated her mother. For that, 
alone, she had warm feelings for him. She liked the way he took 
control. He examined her like a piece of property, staring at the parts 
the men back home avoided looking at. She especially liked being firmly 
touched, molded, squeezed and turned this way and that. She wanted her 
trip to be an adventure, and the journey was looking good at the start. 

After he released her and stepped back, Catherine smiled demurely. The 
reverend said, "Sorry, kid, I tried to help you out. You didn't appear 
to want to go on this trip, but your mother obviously was intent of 
getting rid of you."

"Well, you needn't worry about taking care of me. I can take care of 
myself." 

"I doubt that. This train is full of horny men with nothing to lose. 
Your naked and abused body would be lying alongside the tracks before 
this train hit the continental divide. No, your mother left me in 
charge, and I accepted that responsibility. You're not much better off 
with me, but I will deliver you in one piece, somewhere. In the mean 
time, we will try to make this journey as pleasant as possible unless 
you give me any shit."

"I promise, I won't be any trouble. I certainly won't give you any 
shit. I will do whatever you say, Reverend John Cunnylicker." The word 
Cunnylicker rolled off smiling lips.

His smile broadened. "You'd better, or your cute fanny will pay dearly. 
Is it true you have never had a bare bottom spanking?"

Catherine assumed an affected childlike innocence, and with a 
mischievous twinkle in her eyes, said, "Good heavens, no. That would be 
horrid. Would you actually bare my bottom and spank me for the most 
minor and seemingly innocent transgressions?"

"I would, and if I thought you might profit from it, I might bare all 
of you. Sometimes baring the bottom isn't enough. What do you think of 
that?"

"I think I shall be very good and do exactly as you say, but innocent 
transgressions may be my undoing."

"I asked what you thought of that - of baring yourself publicly."

Her expression became serious and critical as she said, "Publicly?"

"Yes, publicly. Humiliation is a key factor in the discipline of young 
ladies. Females can bear pain much better than males. Their weakness is 
humiliation."

"I don't know about pain, but I do know about humiliation. Look what I 
have to wear."

"Catherine, you are evading my question."

"I'm sorry. I think baring myself in public for a beating will be very 
humiliating, but what choice would I have? My mother gave you the right 
strip me naked. You must decide where and when. I'm just a little girl 
who does what minds her elders, Reverend Cunnylicker."

The train was now well underway, and no one would be getting off. He 
knew the passageway would be quiet for a while as passengers settled 
and the conductor checked tickets. John's smile grew more devilish. He 
said, "What are you wearing under that dress?"

"Petticoats, panties, a bra, stockings, and a slip."

"There's a rest room at the end of the car. Take them off. This train 
gets hot. Take those boots off, too. You can go bare foot. You'll be 
more comfortable."

"But, Reverend, this dress can't be worn without under clothes. The 
material is too sheer. I can put on other clothes. I didn't want to 
dress up, but mother wanted to make a good first impression."

John took a handful of the hem and examined his fingers through the 
gauze-like material, satisfied that he could make out his fingerprints. 
"I said wear the dress, only the dress. Remove the sash, too, then 
return to the compartment."

"I will do as you say, Reverend, but I will be as good as naked."

"That won't offend anyone in our compartment, and you'll be cool and 
comfortable. Do as I say, Catherine, or I might bare your cunny and 
spank it before our fellow passengers just for the entertainment value. 
A girl like you needs her cunny spanked once in a while, just for good 
measure. 
You do know what your cunny is, don't you?"

Catherine blushed. "Yes."

"Show me where your cunny is."

Catherine looked around, then pointed between her legs. "Here."

"I said show me, not point."

"I don't understand."

"You don't understand, show me your cunny. What word don't you 
understand, Catherine? Are you being impudent with me?"

"You want me to show it to you out here? Someone might come along."

"You are trying my patience, young lady."

Catherine looked both ways, then, with resignation, hiked her skirts 
and petticoats. She then pulled out her panties so that he could see 
down them. John looked, but angrily said, "All I see is a hairy crack. 
I said show me your cunny."

Catherine took a deep breath, then pushed the panties down and stepped 
free. She lifted her skirts high and jutted out her bare loins."

"You are trying my patience, young lady."

Taking no chances, she sat at John's feet, rolled back, and spread her 
legs as wide as the cramped space allowed. John got down on one knee 
and peered between her legs. "Now, use your finger to outline your 
cunny so that I know that you know exactly where it is."

Breathing heavily, Catherine used her right index finger to trace 
around her cunt lips, going below the hole and above her clit. "Now 
show me the clit." She did so by pulling her lips apart and touching 
the excited nub with her right middle finger. "And show me where a man 
puts his cock when fucking a cunny?" She pointed to her hole. "Show me 
where it goes, don't point." She inserted her fingertip and ran it 
around the inside of her slick hole. 

John stood with a smile and said, "Only a wicked girl would know those 
things, Catherine, but I will drive that wickedness from you before we 
reach Glory, rest assured. Put your dress down and close your legs, you 
nasty child. Have you no shame? Run along now. Don't dally."

Catherine blushed and struggled to her feet. She picked up her panties, 
then ran down the length of the car. She had difficulty undressing in 
the tight quarters, but eventually stood naked before the floor-length 
mirror, examining her form. She cupped her full mounds and squeezed, 
puckering the conical pink nipples. Her right hand stole to her crotch. 
She ruffled the light covering of pubic curls, then slipped her index 
finger into the groove, saying, "Miss Cunny, I think you're in for a 
rough trip. Reverend Cunnylicker just might live up to his name, and 
his real name might be John Cuntsmacker. I know that doesn't bother 
you, you shameless hussy, but I'm not sure I'll be leaving this train a 
virgin. Mother did say we had to do whatever he said, though. We must 
mind our elders."

She slipped the dress on and studied her reflection. As she figured, 
her breasts showed through, the dark pink nipples, especially. She 
pressed the material to her thighs and peered down. "Oh my, they can 
see you as well, Miss Cunny. Damn, it is true. I may as well be naked. 
How can he expect me to ride this train with people who can see 
everything I have? He'll drive them crazy. He'll drive you crazy too, 
won't he? Don't you drive me crazy. I'm supposed to be an innocent 
church girl. I'm sure the reverend would rather molest an innocent 
church girl than a hot-cunted little hussy."

She stood and turned to view herself from the rear. "Does he expect me 
to hide my private parts? Or does he want me to show them off? I would 
think he wants me to show them off, otherwise why would he order me to 
wear the dress alone. He knows how thin it is. I think no matter what I 
do, he'll find fault just so he can discipline me. He sure seemed eager 
to get me naked. Mother saw that. I'll bet she's fretting now. Serves 
her right."

She faced front and smoothed the dress to better see her cunt. "I hope 
he fucks me. Yes, I said fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hope they all fuck 
me, and I hope they leave me with child. Would you like some company in 
there Miss Cunny, besides my fingers, that is. You want a real man's 
cock, don't you, hussy? I know you. You were hoping someone would come 
along that passage way while I had you out. You like getting out, don't 
you? I think you'll be getting out a lot more by the looks of things. 
Who cares? We don't know any of these people, and it's a sure bet none 
are going to that desolate hole in the wall, Glory. Well, here goes."

John returned to the four men in compartment five, took his seat, and 
announced, "Gentlemen, fortune has smiled upon us. The good Lord has 
come through and answered our prayers. We are about to be joined by a 
vision of loveliness the likes of which you've never seen. She's 
fifteen, alone in my charge, on her way to Glory, and so are we."

Marve Porter, a middle-aged dry goods clerk on his way to Saint Louis 
said, "What gives, Reverend?"

"You'll see, but to make this journey interesting, you gentlemen follow 
my lead. Do any of you have qualms about tickling the fancy of a 
minor?"

Harvey Greenglass, a reporter going west, sat forward and said, "Not 
one damn bit, Reverend. You lead, I'll follow."

Blake Edwards, an attorney returning to Indianapolis, said, "Have you 
been given guardianship?"

"Absolute and unrestricted authorization to guide and discipline as I 
see fit. The child will verify that."

"If she does, I will support you - in court if need be. I am curious, 
though, her mother didn't seem the type to grant you the type of 
liberties you are alluding to."

"Yeah, well her mother has her own kinks. I practically molested the 
kid right in front of her. She didn't say a word about that, and I dare 
say I could have slipped the kid some pork and she would have still 
remained quiet. That bitch is one big bundle of repressed sexuality, 
just waiting to blow. It's just too bad she didn't come along. I 
guarantee, this train ride would have proved most interesting."

Harvey said, "That bitch was finer than newt hair."

John said, "Yeah, and nothing winds my crank like a pious bitch when 
she cuts loose."

The quiet older man in the black suit said, "I am Judge Krammer of the 
third district in Denver. I have known women like that; I've had them 
in my court. I do not doubt that what he says is true. The reverend 
made his intent clear to the woman. Her silent acceptance was as good 
as her blessing. I can't afford a scandal, but I support what you 
gentlemen are up to if I read you correctly. If we all take a solemn 
vow to support one another, I don't see how anything negative can 
befall us."

John took out his Bible, held it out, and each man placed a hand on it. 
"Each of us here swears to abide by my authority over Miss Catherine 
Maryweather, and will support me in the direction I choose to mold and 
guide her character. Say amen." They all said, "Amen", then John opened 
the bible, took out a silver flask, and said, "Now, we seal our oath 
with a shot of bootleg bourbon whiskey."

The men had a good laugh and a good shot. Shortly afterward, the door 
opened slowly and young Catherine Maryweather entered with her two 
bags. The men sucked in their collective breaths. John took her ticket 
from her, stuffed the bags under his seat, then introduced her 
traveling companions. While she offered her hand, they took liberties 
with their eyes. John sat, leaving Catherine standing uncomfortably in 
the center of the small room with her back to the window. 

The space between John and the judge was empty, but Catherine waited 
for John to offer the seat to her. She fought the urge to hold her 
hands over her crotch, and kept the white knuckled fists stiffly at her 
sides. 

John let his friends study her body, delighted that the mid-shin length 
dress hid little. Her bare feet were a nice touch as well. He liked the 
fact that she did not presume she could sit. Her subservient demeanor, 
standing erect but with eyes downcast, putting her body on display as 
was clearly his intention, told John he had a kindred spirit in 
Catherine Maryweather, one with considerable acting ability, a bold and 
adventuresome spirit, and a mind in tune with his own. 

He thought a bold demonstration was in order, but first, there was the 
matter brought up by the attorney. John said, "A question was raised as 
to the scope of my authority over you, Catherine. Tell these gentlemen 
what your mother said before leaving you in my charge."

Catherine appeared reluctant, but softly said, "My mother said that the 
Reverend Cunnylicker had total authority over me. She said that I was 
to do anything he said or I would suffer any discipline he might 
choose."

Blake Edwards said, "Gentlemen, I suggest we write her statement down, 
have her sign it, then get each man to sign as witness. I think we 
should each have a copy to protect ourselves."

Judge Krammer said, "I agree. You never know what outlandish things 
this child might say about our conduct. People might believe one small 
girl against five grown men."

Blake took out a pad and pencil, handed them to Catherine, and asked 
that she write what she said. Catherine did so, then Blake made five 
copies that each man signed in witness. When that lengthy formality was 
done, and all were sitting back, admiring Catherine's body, the door 
opened and the conductor entered, saying, "Tickets."

He took one look at Catherine, then looked to John. The two men 
exchanged wry smiles. The conductor addressed Catherine while punching 
their tickets, "I see your mother found you a suitable chaperon to see 
you safely and soundly to your destination, but the preacher I was 
telling her about is seated in the next compartment." He looked around 
the small room. "You appear to be in excellent hands, so I see no need 
to be checking on you as your mother requested. It is customary for 
passengers who don't wish to be disturbed to offer a gratuity. I wasn't 
sure you gentlemen knew that custom."

John said, "I'm quite familiar with it. Five dollars should cover it."

"Ten."

"Seven-fifty."

The Judge interceded, "Gentlemen, let's not quibble. I'll cover the 
difference. Everyone pitch in a buck, and I'll put six." The conductor 
took the money, then went up to Catherine, reached under her dress, 
cupped her sex, and said, "You have a pleasant journey, sweetlips."

His finger slipped inside her wet pussy, then rode out through her 
cleft as he departed. The bold contact with her cunt was her first by a 
foreign finger, and she never felt anything so wickedly delightful. Her 
mother was obsessive about modesty, and kept her under tight wraps and 
close scrutiny, being most suspicious of Catherine's own father, a 
respected elder in the church. The men gawking at her body were the 
first male eyes to see her intimate flesh, as the conductor raised her 
dress high in parting. 

John resumed. "Catherine, move to the center, facing me, lift your 
dress and step out wide. Lift it high."

Catherine stood tense, blushing shyly, unsure what her response should 
be to this outrageous order. No decent girl would follow it without 
protest. Finally, she said, "Reverend Cunnylicker, I don't think my 
mother would approve. I think it's bad enough that you made me remove 
my under garments. She'll be livid when she learns of this, I assure 
you." 

"Are you going to disobey me?"

"Well...no...If you insist, I have no choice. I just want you and these 
fine gentlemen to know that she didn't have this in mind when she 
granted unlimited authority."

Blake Edwards said, "Catherine, I am an attorney, and that man is a 
judge. Unlimited authority has no limits or restrictions. I'm sure the 
reverend has his reasons for issuing the order, and you are legally 
obligated to follow his orders or be punished as he sees fit. I'm 
afraid we must support the reverend. To do otherwise would place us in 
jeopardy. He could sue us for contractual infringement, obstruction of 
authority, corruption of legal guardianship. Those are serious 
offenses. I am sorry, dear, but for better or worse, this man as good 
as owns you. If his intentions are not honorable, there's not much 
anyone can do."

John said, "I'll ask again, are you disobeying my order?"

Catherine took a deep breath, moved into position, and lifted her 
dress, bunching the material up to the underside of her breasts. She 
stepped out with her right foot and stood feigning reluctance in 
offering the men her naked charms from mid-chest down. John said, "My 
intentions are not honorable, gentlemen, but that should be no concern 
of yours. You have my permission to examine the girl." 

Heads dipped and hands reached out to stroke Catherine's ass, thighs, 
and belly. After a few seconds, those hands began converging between 
her legs from front and rear. Her expression registered her sensory 
overload as a deep red blush. Fingers entered her two holes as she 
stood and grimaced. John simply sat back and watched her facial 
expressions go through the gamut from indignation and shock, to 
acceptance and pleasure.

Catherine could not mask the growing arousal as fingers probed deep in 
her cunt to feel her hymen. Each man took a turn marveling at her 
tight, smooth, interior. The comments made her blush deepen, and the 
fingers made her heart race. John just smiled, thanking his great 
fortune. After a few more minutes, he said, "Remove the dress 
completely." 

"Reverend, please, not that!"

"Would you like a taste of my belt?"

Catherine removed the dress, and hands swarmed over her breasts. "Now, 
while these men get to know the physical you, I think we should explore 
the rest - your experience and background. Place your hand on this 
Bible and swear you'll tell the truth in response to my questions."

Catherine placed her trembling hand on the offered Bible and swore she 
would tell the truth. John withdrew the good book and said, "Now, place 
your hands behind your head, and move your legs out wider. Give these 
men easy access to all you have to offer while you answer my 
questions."

Catherine's blush deepened as she assumed the provocative stance. The 
men crowded her, some on their knees as the judge stood behind her, 
massaging her tits from behind while nuzzling her neck and shoulders. 
The flood of wicked sensations coming from between her legs was almost 
overwhelming.

John said, "Tell us, have you ever touched your cunt for the purpose of 
self stimulation?"

With an excited quiver in her voice, she said, "Yes."

"As I thought. Have you ever seen a man's cock?"

"Yes. My uncle Jeremy showed me his, and my father shows his when he 
relieves himself."

"Do you stare at your father's cock while he's pissing?"

"Yes, when he's not looking."

"Have you ever imagined your father's cock fucking your cunny?"

Catherine reddened, gulped, then hung her head and said, "Well...yes, 
sometimes."

"Have you ever showed your cunt to a man or boy to excite him?"

She began warming to the personal questions and raised both her voice 
and her head to say, "Yes. I let my father see it, and I show Uncle 
Jeremy my cunny quite often. I show it to our preacher, as well." 

The first two statements were true, but exaggerations. Her father did 
catch a glimpse by accident, and her Uncle Jeremy (when left alone to 
babysit her) used to bathe her when she was little. The questions 
excited her, but she didn't want truthful answers to mark her as a 
naive inexperienced child. She added, "Actually, I've let countless 
people see my cunny, but those are the main ones."

"Interesting. Now, when you showed these men your cunt, were you hoping 
they'd get excited enough to fuck you?"

"I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far, but I wanted to see if seeing 
my cunt would excite them. Mostly, I just like to shock people, 
especially church people."

"Do you like making cocks get hard, Catherine?"

"Yes. Especially the preacher's cock. He tries hard not to get excited 
around me, but I excite him anyway. I show him my cunt every chance I 
get. I'd let the preacher fuck me, but he won't even try. That's why 
I'm on this train. He told my mother. Now I have to spend a year in 
Glory with a bunch of old biddies."

"Have you ever played with another girl's cunt?"

"Yes, my cousin Jennifer and my Aunt Harriet. Jenny and I frig off 
together."

"Did you suck each other's cunts?"

"Sure, me and Jenny do all the time. Aunt Harriet sort of does mine."

"What is sort of, and why didn't you lick hers in return?"

"We do it in the church, mostly. I sit in the back pew between her and 
Uncle Jeremy. He pushes my skirts and petticoats up. I don't wear 
panties to church. He pulls her head into my lap and rubs her face in 
my pussy. I open my legs as wide as I can so her face can get down in 
the crack where it's wet and gooey. Jeremy likes to mistreat her like 
that, especially in church."

"Did you want to lick her cunt?"

The questions, along with the maddening fingers, were having their 
intended effect. Catherine began offering information. She could see 
that her answers had a profound effect on her audience. Marve Porter 
and Harvey Greenglass had their cocks out and were jacking off, 
sometimes rubbing their cocks on her body. Having never seen a hard 
cock before, she was fascinated by them, pleasantly surprised that they 
grew so big. Both men had average cocks, but Marve had an unusually 
thick one with large veins. Harvey's cock had the biggest crown, like a 
helmeted soldier, the head being twice as thick as the shaft.

After a long pause, John repeated, "I said, did you want to lick her 
cunt?" 

Catherine took a deep breath and said, "Yes, but Jeremy preferred that 
I just tease her by reaching under her dress and into her panties. She 
hates when I play with her pussy in church, but she knows better than 
to try and stop me."

"Don't you worry about others seeing?"

"Not really. Heads are always turning back, but it doesn't bother me. 
We're the only ones that sit in the very back. Only Preacher Thomas can 
see, but he only sees her head going into my lap. He knows what we're 
doing to Harriet; just about everyone in the congregation knows. My 
mother knows, that's why she won't look back. What she doesn't see 
can't embarrass her. See no evil is her motto. The preacher and Jeremy 
are good friends, mostly because Jeremy lets him fuck Harriet. He lets 
anybody fuck her. Every hypocrite in that church has fucked her. My 
father fucks her. Sometimes, I place my feet wide apart on the seat of 
the pew, then lift up to show my pussy to the preacher while he's 
trying to preach his sermon. That always makes him stammer and sweat. 
He loses his place when I pull my cunt lips open. I have been caught 
doing that so many times, I can't count them. I like taking chances. My 
mother would die if she turned around."

Judge Krammer took his long slender cock in his hand and slid the shaft 
between Catherine's legs from the rear. His long dick slid through her 
lips to poke out the front. Catherine looked in pain with the desire to 
reach down and feel the cock with her hands, but held steady. Blake 
Edwards got on his knees before her and toyed with her clit, leaning in 
for a lick or a nibble when the judge's cock retreated. Marve and 
Harvey amused themselves with her tits or just rubbed their cocks on 
her body. Catherine was as hot and ready as any woman/child could be. 
She only needed the word from John to freely offer her ripe young body 
for fucking.

John was in no hurry. They had a long journey ahead, and the men knew 
not to put their cocks in any hole without his nod. There was much more 
to the intriguing lass, and John wanted to keep digging, building the 
sexual tension in the process. Her answers, he knew, would be much more 
interesting in her current state, though he knew she was creating them 
as she went. Her fantasies were in her stories, and could be very 
useful in the future. He had already resolved that her destiny did not 
lie in Glory. 

John asked the men to relax and sit down. Catherine looked frustrated, 
because she was nearing a climax when the hands and cocks abandoned 
her. Cool air assaulted her sopping wet crotch and saliva-coated 
nipples like a dash of ice water. After a pause to let everyone get 
resettled, and to allow Catherine to cool, he resumed, saying, "I get 
the impression you are a rebellious child, not fond of church. I'm sure 
you must have given your mother more cause to send you away than 
exposing yourself to the preacher."

"You're right on both counts. I am a very naughty girl, and I hate 
church. I drive my mother crazy. I love driving her crazy. I love 
shocking her and humiliating her before her church friends. The thing 
with the preacher was just the straw that broke the camel's back. I 
never thought they'd send me away. I guess they had to do something. I 
was pretty wild and getting wilder."

"Such as?"

"Well, for one, they couldn't keep clothes on me, but that was toward 
the end. Let me back up. To start with, she caught me showing my cunt 
to my father. When I say showing my cunt, I don't consider standing 
naked in front of someone with my legs together as showing my cunt. My 
cunt is between my legs, and the part I want to show is the inside, not 
the outside. I want to show my pink parts, my cunt hole, my clit, and 
my inner lips. Who cares about seeing the top part of a hairy crack. I 
want them to see my fuck hole, to see where their cocks will go if I 
let them put it in. That's the most important part of a woman, and that 
is the part of me I want to show. To do that, I need to get my legs as 
wide apart as possible and pull my lips apart too. That way, they see 
it all; lips, clit, and the hole. That's what my mother caught me doing 
for my father."

"Did she catch you often?"

"Oh yes, I'd only do it when she would catch me. My father doesn't care 
if she catches him looking. He told her that if I show it, he'll look, 
and the Bible be damned, he's only a flesh and blood man. She yells at 
me, but not him. I'm used to her yelling. She pitches a hissy, quotes 
scriptures, calls me every name in the book, but after it's all over, I 
do it again."

"Wicked child. What else?"

"Can we take a break? I want to fuck. I am so fucking horny."

The men seconded that idea, but John told everyone to wait and slow 
down. John took his nine-inch cock out and began stroking it, saying, 
"You'll get all the cock you can stand, Catherine. You men keep your 
hands off her for the time being. Nobody's getting any pussy until I 
pop her cherry, and I'm not ready. Let the girl talk. Catherine, why 
don't you sit here beside me and show your cunt the way you like to."

Catherine gladly accepted his offer and immediately took the seat 
between John and the judge. She laid her legs over their laps. She 
caught both walls with her bare feet, sitting in the splits, then 
pulled her lips wide, saying, "Look at my hole and think about shoving 
your cocks in there. Look how pink, wet, and juicy my pussy hole is, 
just itching to suck all the sperm from your balls. By the way, I want 
to get pregnant on this trip, so fill me up with sperm. I should be 
ripe for making child."

John reached over and fingered her hole for himself, saying, "I'll 
probably be the father of your baby since I'm going first, but get back 
to your story. You were telling us how you torment your mother."

"Yes, I love doing that. What drives her the craziest is the things I 
do in church. Showing my cunt in church is the sin of sins, that's why 
I go all out in church. I don't always sit with Jeremy and Harriet. 
Sometimes, I float around. I love getting between a man and his wife. 
I'll step over and squeeze in if I have to. Of course, the first time I 
try anything, the service gets interrupted by an angry wife. There's 
yelling and pushing, and I get escorted out, which is exactly what I 
want. My mother doesn't want me in church, but my father does.

"The church elders had a secret meeting to come up with a way of 
dealing with me. They decided that the best way was to totally ignore 
me and allow the Holy Spirit to come in and drive out the devil that 
made me do nasty things. They figured that if they could just keep me 
coming to church, and keep me in church, they could save my soul. They 
passed the word to every member that, no matter what, the members were 
not to react to anything I might do, or even look my way. They would 
pretend I wasn't there. They came down hard on the wives, telling them 
it was their Christian duty to endure the unendurable, that no one 
would look, and that their sacrifice in loss of modesty would put 
jewels in their crown when they got to heaven." 

"Why do I have a feeling your church leaders are all men."

"Of course. Women have no place in running the church, not ours anyway. 
Well, when Jeremy passed that information to me, I thought, 'Oh boy. 
We'll see how long they can ignore me.'

"The plan split the church. I'll tell you this, we found out who the 
hypocrites were. The elders are all hypocrites, and my father is head 
elder. Attendance dropped by one third after that meeting, and to half 
after that first service. I'd say the congregation stabilized at one-
hundred, and it pretty much stayed that way. Their dirty little game 
plan cost them dearly. If you ask me, that's why I got booted out. One 
hundred members could not keep the church going. Good Christians would 
have no part in it. Few families brought young children. Everyone else 
was there to see a nasty sex show. 

"My mother was one that wanted to drop out, but my father would not 
allow that. She had to set the example, he told her. Father lectured 
her about how she, of all people, should be willing to make sacrifices 
to save my soul, and that other women would take their example from 
her. My mother is not a hypocrite, I'll give her that. 

"She was my first victim. She earned her jewels, a bucket of jewels. I 
tore her clothes off, every stitch, not fast, either. I ripped piece 
after piece, hoping she'd break down. She never did. She closed her 
eyes and prayed, even as I tore her panties from her hairy cunt."

"Are you going to tell me nobody looked?"

"Are you kidding, everybody looked. As you well know, my Mother is very 
pretty, and she has a great body. She is easily the most beautiful 
woman in the county, and every man wants her - the women, too, I'd 
imagine. They got up out of their seats and looked. They crowded around 
her front pew seat. I was kneeling on the floor, pushing her legs up 
and laying them out to give everyone a better look at her pussy. 

"People in the pew behind her held her ankles wide for me. I pulled her 
lips apart and showed her cunt hole, then went to work on her naked, 
wide open pussy. I rubbed that big old clitty and finger-fucked her 
hole with three fingers, the four, then shoved my whole hand in and 
arm-fucked her to the elbow. Whatever she was praying didn't work. She 
climaxed and everybody knew it. She cried out, 'Oh, Lord Jesus,' while 
flailing her head.

"I wasn't through, not by a long shot. I wanted everyone to see the 
woman's cum leaking from her pussy hole. I sat back and pulled those 
fleshy lips wide. The people filed by and peered into my mother's 
gaping cunt, seeing the juice pouring from her hole and running down 
her ass crack. Woman spunk puddled in the pew. She could hear the feet 
shuffling by and didn't dare open her eyes. I scooped up the mess and 
smeared it on her face and tits. I coated my fingers then slipped them 
past her lips. I frigged her to another climax while fingering her 
asshole. She came again, harder than the first time.

"I spent that whole first Sunday on my mother. I was the service, and I 
was out to destroy her faultlessly pure image. I didn't accomplish 
that. She was as pious as ever after that, almost like a martyr; but I 
did humiliate her, and I exposed the hell out of her. I also showed the 
congregation what a lusty wench she was. After her third orgasm, she 
opened her eyes and watched the people who were gawking at her body. 
After the fourth, her hands came down and pressed firmly on her inner 
thighs, framing her cunt for them. She sucked on my fingers after the 
fifth or sixth orgasm, and she rubbed her own clit for her final three. 

"Those guys pulled so hard on her legs that she went ass up with her 
head on the seat, her chin pressed to her chest. Her cunt was right 
over her mouth as she madly frigged off. When she came, her cum poured 
out and ran down her clit to drip on her face. She could lick her cum 
off her clit, and towards the end, she could suck it and lick her hole 
directly. She sucked herself off for her last orgasm, in fact. After 
the service, she had to be carried out, wrapped in a blanket.

"The women stopped wearing their Sunday best after seeing what I did to 
Mother's favorite dress. They came in sack cloth and brought a change 
to go home in. My favorite target was the Richardson family. They have 
eight kids, and the mother, Alice Richardson, loves being exposed in 
church. She has no husband, and they were poor. She'd let me expose her 
whole body before this secret meeting, even with the entire 
congregation and all eight kids looking on. She dressed to make the job 
easy for me, wearing a simple, button-down-the-front house dress with 
nothing on underneath. 

"Her three daughters wore the same, and they'd let me expose their 
bodies as well. One was seventeen, very sexy and pretty. One was my 
age, and the youngest was eleven, but she had titties. I love showing a 
mother's pussy to her kids. The Richardson boys would crawl over laps 
to look as I held their mother's pussy lips open. The girls wanted 
their pussies opened up, too. People on all sides looked. Those in 
front turned back and stayed looking back. The girls were popular with 
the men, and they'd jockey for seats in the pew before their favorite 
Richardson girl, leaving their families to sit by themselves. The pew 
in front of the Richardson's was always all male, and all hypocrites. 
Before the plan went into effect, Alice was the only mother I could do 
that to. Few people would have anything to do with her, or the family 
for that matter. They weren't even from our county. They came to our 
church so Alice and her girls could get their kicks. The wives would 
have run them off, but the elders wouldn't stand for that. I really 
need a cock in my cunt. This is torture."

"Not yet. Finish the story."

Catherine looked at all the stiff cocks, licked her lips, then said, 
"Well, the next Sunday service was smaller. We were down to those who 
just wanted a sex show. The preacher took leave after the first Sunday 
charade. We didn't know if he'd ever be back. My father filled in, but 
he held no service. Like I said, I was the service. When I entered the 
church, all heads turned to see who I'd assault, which lucky woman 
would get carried out in a blanket. The men outnumbered the women two 
to one. Most of the women who were there were all willing to endure the 
same treatment my mother got. Mother wore a sack dress and watched me 
expectantly. She was eager to serve the lord again, earn more jewels, 
and get her rocks off.

"I went to her and led her to the front, climbed the dias, faced her to 
the congregation, and removed her sack. She was naked under it. I heard 
the room let out a gasp, but thought nothing of it. I threw the sack 
onto the floor and kicked gently at her feet from behind. She moved her 
feet out by a yard. I pushed her ass until her cunt jutted out, then 
got up close and reached around her waist with both hands converging on 
her crotch. That's when I found out what the gasps were about, and why 
everyone was fidgety, giggly, and tittering. Her pussy was bald.

"Mother's cunt was as bare as a newborn's behind. I pulled those naked 
lips out as the congregation sat forward in their pews. I fingered her 
cunt, then stuck my finger in her mouth. She sucked my finger. I didn't 
even think she'd open her mouth. This had my pussy going, and I 
repeated the act several more times. The congregation loved it. Mother 
had no shame. I stepped down to look at her myself, and she kept her 
crotch jutted out, then reached down and opened her own cunt. Her pussy 
looked damned good, much nicer than with hair. I had to admire her cunt 
and her bold behavior. I took off my clothes and got back up on the 
dais, fingered my pussy, and let her suck on my fingers. She didn't 
balk at that either.

"I turned her around and made her kneel before me as I faced the 
congregation in a wide-legged stance. I stepped up to her with me feet 
wide apart and thrust my cunt in her face. She grabbed my ass and 
started sucking my pussy. The congregating went wild; they loved it. I 
humped my pussy in her face like dogs do when they fuck. She let me rub 
my cunt all over her face. 

"I even pissed in her face, but she kept licking, trying to catch my 
piss stream. When I was sure everybody knew I was pissing, I let her 
catch my cunt and pissed the rest in her mouth. She nursed on my 
pissing pussy. People were up crowding in on both sides. They saw her 
throat muscles swallowing as I pissed freely in her sucking mouth. When 
my pissing slowed to a dribble, Mom eased back and pulled my lips open 
so the people could see her lapping at my piss hole as I let piss 
dribble out on her tongue."

"Catherine, you lied to me, then. You never mentioned this when I asked 
if anyone ever sucked your cunt."

"Oh...Well...I was too embarrassed to tell you that my own mother 
sucked my cunt. I suppose this means I'll be punished for lying. I 
deserve it. You're right: spare the rod and spoil the child. That's 
where they went wrong with me, but I know you will correct that, and I 
want you to, often. I won't be a baby about it."

"Lie over my lap, Catherine."

Catherine was not expecting he'd want to punish her at that moment. She 
dropped her legs to the floor, then moved over John's lap with her 
creamy ass sticking up. When she was ass-up with her head near the 
floor, John delivered ten hard smacks that brightly reddened her ass 
and made her squirm. When she stood, Catherine was pleasantly surprised 
that the stinging pain had turned to a pleasant hot tingle. She thanked 
John for correcting her bad behavior without delay, then resumed her 
former position and resumed her story after he admonished her not to 
tell more lies.

Catherine swore she would not tell any more lies, then went on, saying, 
"I had to respect her for what she did. She stole my show, stole my 
thunder, and didn't have to suffer any deeper humiliation. She'd sunk 
as low as she could get the prior week, so nothing mattered as far as 
sexual humiliation was concerned. I could have led a pony on stage and 
she'd have sucked it's dick. What could I do? I sent her to her seat. 
She walked away triumphant, and the congregation applauded her.

"I wasn't upset by this, but I was challenged to do something bizarre 
to someone. I owed the Richardson's some exposure, so I went down the 
line and stripped them all. I walked the center aisle looking for an 
unwilling victim. Some of those women had been forced by their husbands 
to attend service, and I wanted the best one of them. Harriet was one, 
and she cringed when I looked her way. I decided to strip her while I 
pondered my choice. I dragged her up front, up the steps, then ripped 
the dress off her, ripped everything off, took her shoes and all. I 
stood her facing front, made her stand with feet out, pushed her ass 
forward, and said, 'Stay that way.'

"I returned to pacing the aisle and my eyes fell on the absolute, most 
perfect victim. I didn't think of her because I was sure she wouldn't 
be in the congregation. She had slunk so low in her seat, I first 
thought she was a child; but it was her, and she had her two sons with 
her. Angela Peabody slapped my face for touching her knee after I 
squeezed between her and her husband one Sunday. The resulting cat 
fight led to the secret meeting. Her husband was the elder that 
proposed the plan, I found out later.

"Angela is very pretty, very sexy, and petite. We're the same height, 
but she has bigger tits and wider hips. Oh boy did I want that woman. 
When she saw me looking right at her, she turned white. Tom, her 
husband, made her sit up, as if to say, 'Here she is, Catherine, come 
and get her.' I went right over and stood before her. She looked up 
with these pleading eyes and cried, 'Please don't, Catherine. I beg 
you, please.'

"This was exquisite. Everyone was up and crowding around us. Tom got up 
and slid his twelve-year-old boy in his place. Her ten-year-old was at 
her other side. The setting was perfect. She wasn't wearing sack cloth; 
Tom had her in a sexy white dress. I reached for the top of her dress 
and began popping buttons as she continued to plead. We soon saw she 
wore no bra, and those big jugs of hers had the men panting. Her boys 
were leaning in for a close look inside her parting top as I pulled out 
on the flaps. Her hands hovered over mine, wanting to grasp them, but 
afraid to. Tom had obviously told her she could not resist, and Angela 
is a good obedient church wife. 

"I loved tormenting her and popped three buttons in rapid succession, 
baring her breasts and exposing her to her belly button. She shrieked 
and started to cover her tits, then froze and returned her trembling 
hands to hover over my hands. Her boys were fascinated by her big tits. 
I said, 'Do you guys like your mother's big fat titties?' They nodded. 
'Then feel them and suck on them, slap them, pinch the nipples, do 
anything you want to them. Bite them hard; she'll like that.'

"They went right to work as she cried in protest, begging them to stop 
when they did bite hard. Their bites left teeth marks, even on her 
nipples. Brad, the older boy, chewed her right nipple until it started 
to bleed. She screamed her lungs out while he chewed, but only the 
taste of blood made him ease up. She suffered terribly, but I took no 
pity on her. I even suggested he do the other one so that they'd be 
equal - equally mangled. He checked with his dad and got a nod, but 
when he finished chewing on the other nipple, they weren't equal. Her 
left nipple bled like hell, and blood ran down her stomach to wet her 
white dress.

"While the boys mauled her tits, I popped three more buttons, eager to 
see if she had panties on. Just as I thought, she did not. The first 
curls of pussy hair were showing as she tried to shield them from the 
hungry eyes. Tom told her to place her hands at her sides, and she 
quickly did so. I popped another and exposed her pubic patch, then 
popped another and exposed the top of her crack. Angela cried and 
begged, so I popped the rest and flung the dress open. While she 
cringed, I grabbed her knees and thrust them wide open. Her boys 
stopped biting her tits to look, and Angela covered her face in her 
hands.

"Angela had the prettiest pussy I ever saw. I mean, her cunt was 
beautiful - neat, trim, and bright pink inside. Her cunt lips were 
flushed full from her arousal. Her clit stood tall and proud, making a 
liar out of her. The bitch was loving it. Please, Reverend, can I stop 
to suck on Mr. Edward's cock?"

Blake Edwards had gotten up and stood before Catherine after a nod from 
John. She'd been jacking him off, while rubbing the head on her clit as 
he stooped for her. His cock was the largest and the thickest. 
Catherine pumped eleven inches of throbbing man muscle. When he stood 
straight, his cock was in her face. Catherine licked at his dick 
between words. The hunger in her eyes burned like a fire.

John said, "There will be time enough for cock sucking after you finish 
your stories. Now, Angela, you were telling how she looked turned on."

"Yes, I pulled her ass to the forward edge of the pew and pushed her 
legs back. Her boys took them from me and yawned her wide. I peeled 
back her lips and gave everyone a good long look inside. Without being 
invited, both boys toyed with and fingered her pussy. They were doing 
such a good job, I let them work her over. I sat back and watched along 
with everyone else. Those boys made her cum in under a minute. Right 
before she came, she took her hands from her face and watched them 
playing with her pussy. I think that triggered her orgasm. Her hands 
went to her tits and she squeezed them hard, forcing out more blood as 
she came. After the climax passed, she rolled her bleeding nipples in 
her fingers and gazed on her pussy, watching her boys spread her 
wetness all over her inner thighs and crotch, mixing vaginal wetness 
with the blood that ran down from her tits.

"Inspired by my earlier performance, the older boy brought a wet hand 
to her mouth and pressed it to her lips. Her tongue pushed through the 
fingers and was soon licking the hand as he turned and spread the 
fingers for her. The other boy was ready with another wet hand, and she 
licked it, allowing him to put his fingers in her mouth. Her own 
fingers stole down to her crotch and she began rubbing her clit. When 
the next hand arrived, she said, 'Wipe it on my tits.'

"He did, and she pulled her tit to her mouth and licked off all of her 
bloody cunt juice. Both boys brought more, coating both tits, while she 
frigged herself and sucked her injured titties. They wrote the 
filthiest words they knew all over her face and body, using her own 
blood as ink. I asked the boys if they wanted to fuck their mother, and 
they both nodded eagerly. Angela didn't say a word as each boy stripped 
naked. Brad went first. She guided his cock into her hole. She 
continued frigging her cunt while he fucked her. He filled her pussy 
with his cum, then the little one took over and added his cum. 

"During the fucking, my father drew me aside and said, 'Catherine, 
every man in the congregation would be eternally grateful to you if you 
made us fuck Angela Peabody.' I took father's cock out and led him over 
to Angela as the young boy moved away. I guided father's big cock to 
her cunt hole and he did the rest. Not everyone got to fuck her, but I 
guided twenty cocks into her hole before the service ended. She sat in 
a pool of sperm, gallons of sperm, and she had to be carried out as 
well. Now can I have some cock? Please?"

"All in good time, Catherine. How long did this charade go on?"

"For eight Sundays."

"That last Sunday must have been something. It got you kicked out. What 
happened?"

"I made everybody get naked, then I paired up sons with mothers, 
fathers with daughters. I made guys screw other men's wives, and I made 
the women suck each other's pussies. What got me in trouble was 
bringing the dog in and making a little girl let him fuck her. She was 
only twelve, and they had to hold the mother and the girl. When the dog 
pulled out, I whipped her pussy with a bull whip. Two men held her up-
side-down by the ankles, like making a wish. I was so turned on after 
watching that dog fuck her, I almost killed the kid. I whipped her 
pussy to a bloody pulp. Afterwards, the mother threatened to go to the 
police. They had to get me out of there. That's the real reason they 
sent me away, for my own protection.

"Catherine, you are a gifted liar, but a fine story teller. Now, I want 
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or so help me, I 
will flay the skin off your cute cunt with a bull whip." Catherine 
gulped and turned white. "I can tell when you are lying, so don't even 
try. Now, we will begin again. Have you ever, before today, seen a 
man's hard cock?"

Catherine quietly said, "No."

"Have you ever seen a woman's naked cunt?"

"I...Uh...No?"

"Have you ever seen anyone fuck?"

"No, but I've heard people fucking."

"Have you ever touched anyone's genitals, or has anyone ever touched 
yours in the last ten years?"

"Well...I sucked on a baby's dick."

"I'm impressed. Now, then, where did you get this information for your 
stories?"

"My Uncle Jeremy has a collection of dirty books hidden in his cellar. 
I've been sneaking them out and reading them for years."

"It shows. Catherine, I won't punish you for your stories. Creative 
lying is a gift. I think the gift should be rewarded and encouraged, 
but between you and me, there must be absolute truth when I ask for the 
truth. If this happens again, you will be severely punished. Right now, 
you're going to get fucked. You will find out for yourself why reading 
about the act and doing the act differ greatly. You must decide which 
is better, but I am sure you'll agree they are not the same. I'm afraid 
you're going to be sorely disappointed by the volume of sperm you get. 
Two tablespoons would be impressive. You should know that females don't 
cum like men do."

"Thank God; I thought my pussy was defective. Nothing ever pours out, I 
just get really wet and gooey."

"Will one of you gentlemen sit in my place and hold her left leg. 
Judge, will you do likewise with the other?"

Blake took John's place. John got on his knees before Catherine and 
angled his hard cock to her open vagina. Sweat beaded on Catherine's 
brow as she watched the purple head moving closer to her hole. The 
contact made her flinch. "Having second thoughts?"

"No. I want to get fucked, but I am a little scared. You're so big. 
Will it hurt?"

"Yes, but the pleasure that follows should compensate." He shoved, and 
the head plowed her lips open, sinking in past her cuntal ring. 
Catherine grimaced and drew in a sharp breath. "That wasn't the pain. 
Try to relax." He pushed gently, and slowly gained two more inches of 
entry. She grimaced tighter, gritting her teeth. He gained another inch 
and felt the resistance of her hymen. "Are you ready? This will hurt, 
but it won't hurt for long."

Catherine looked apprehensive, staring at her pussy and at the lips 
stretched paper thin around his thick shaft. She nodded and he slapped 
her face hard. Catherine, looked stunned and brought a hand to her 
cheek. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why did you slap me?"

"Look." Catherine looked to her vagina and saw that all but two inches 
of his cock was inside. "Your cherry is broken, Catherine. Except for 
the slap, you didn't feel a thing, did you."

"No. Is that why you slapped me?"

"That's why."

"Oh, Reverend. I'm so stuffed. Fuck me. Put more in. Put it all in. 
Fuck my pussy."

"Reverend John Cunnylicker, at your service." 

John began easing more cock inside as he built a steady humping rhythm. 
Catherine stared at her cunt, watching her small pudenda gobble up the 
big dick. She experienced more pain, but the pain was bearable and even 
enjoyable as the fullness and stuffed feeling increased. Before long, 
their pubic hairs merged. After ten minutes, his pubic mat flattened 
hers and she begged to be fucked harder and harder.

The men watched with throbbing erections in hand, eager to sample the 
lusty teen's delightful young cunny. The judge lost control and shot a 
thick rope of cum in Catherine's face, then peppered her titties with 
the rest. Catherine gathered the sperm on her fingers and licked her 
fingers clean, delighted at her first taste of sperm.

Catherine was deliriously thrilled at the prospect of taking more cock 
after John finished. She rubbed her clitty and cried, "Fuck a baby in 
my pussy, Reverend. I want your baby. After you cum, make them wait a 
while. I'll suck them all off and let them cum in my mouth. I'm dying 
to suck real cocks and swallow sperm. I can swallow a cucumber whole. 
I've been practicing. I want your sperm to have the best chance. I want 
to be able to tell my mother that you raped me all the way to 
California, and now I am pregnant with your baby. She'll simply die, 
and it will all be her fault. You don't care if I tell her that, do 
you?" "

"No, but you'll make the call from some place other than Glory. She 
gave you to me until you reach California. That won't be for many more 
months. We change trains for New Orleans in Pittsburg."

"Oh yes, I love it. Raped and abducted. Can we call her from 
Pittsburgh. I am dying to tell her what you did to me. We can call her 
from every place we stop."

"Why not call her from hotel rooms so we can talk to her while I'm 
screwing you."

"Oh fuck, yes! Oh, John, we must. You must talk filthy to her and 
describe what you're doing to me. Oh fuck, my pussy. I'm 
cuminggggggggggggg! Ah! Ahhhhhhh! Oh fucking god damn mother fucker, 
Christ. Fuck my cunt you mother fucking preacher. Knock me up, you 
bastard! Ahhhh! Yessss! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking, god damn mother fucking 
cunt ass dick sucking whore, yessss!"

The men were stunned by the violence of her climax. Her filthy 
invectives poured out as sperm (at least a tablespoon full) squirted 
from the edges of her tightly sealed vagina. John was no less shocked. 
He slowly extracted his spent rod from her quivering cunt. Catherine's 
head lolled on her shoulders, then fell forward, chin resting on her 
chest. Slowly, her eyes lifted, then her head lifted. She looked up at 
John's smug grin and smiled, "I like fucking better than reading about 
fucking."

"I thought you might."

"John, calling my mother is the best idea ever, especially if you will 
talk filthy to her and tell her what you are doing to me. If you'll do 
that, I'll be your willing sex slave."

"You have a deal, kid. To make this interesting, lets make a wager. 
I'll wager one-thousand dollars against one-thousand you will earn for 
yourself whoring your pussy, that I can get your mother to get off on 
the calls. This might take time, maybe two or three calls. Let's say 
two weeks is the limit and make this a real challenge. If you mother 
doesn't start encouraging me, no...if your mother doesn't openly 
masturbate while we both talk to her, I'll put one-thousand dollars in 
a bank account in your name."

"I love that wager, just because I know you'll be calling her often, 
but you'll lose. I don't want your money, Reverend. I don't want to get 
anything. I just want to be used. When you're through using me, just 
cast me off, naked and pregnant, destitute. I want that."

"All right, but I like to wager, so we'll change the stakes. I want you 
to have a vested interest in winning, or you'll never be convincing on 
the phone. If we're both trying to turn her on, she won't buy the 
abduction bullshit. Here's the deal. If I win, you remain my whore for 
life, only I'll sell you to white slavers who will take you to the 
middle east. You won't like that, trust me."

"Your right, I'd hate it. That would be awful."

"You wouldn't live long, but that's the merciful part. If I win, I'll 
sell you. You'll bring me about ten grand. I'd hate to do that to you, 
kid, but I'm a businessman. I am also an honest betting man. If I lose, 
I will cast you off, just like you want - eight months pregnant, buck 
assed naked, penniless and destitute within driving distance of home. 
I'll even call them and tell them where you are. That's the deal. Do 
you still want to take it? Before you answer, let me say this. I 
wouldn't sell you otherwise. I might hang on to you for a few years, 
and get my ten grand that way by pimping your ass, but I won't be 
making any calls to mommy if I do that. The stakes are high. You think 
hard. Once we shake on the terms, the bet stands firm."

Catherine believed him and seriously pondered the wager. The stakes 
were high, she reasoned, but he didn't know her mother. The woman had 
no sexual urges. How she ever conceived a child was a mystery - 
immaculate conception, no doubt. On the other hand, the reverend knew 
his business when it came to matters of sex, and obviously knew women 
of all types, and he did meet her mother. Being sold to slavers and 
taken to a foreign land was one fantasy she loved for other girls and 
women, but she never saw herself as the victim. She had read many 
stories on that theme, and all ended in gruesome deaths for the captive 
maidens after horrendous sexual servitude.

Catherine sweated her decision, but the prospect of no calls finally 
swayed her to accept. They agreed on terms, and those were that her 
mother had to masturbate without being told to do so. She had to freely 
admit she was masturbating, and she had to suggest, offer without 
prompting, that the reverend do something sexual to Catherine. 

When the reverend offered up that additional condition, Catherine 
relaxed. Her mother might possibly fall under his spell, get turned on, 
and lose control, but she would never, under any circumstances, suggest 
he do anything sexual to her. To further add peace of mind, he said, 
"In addition, she has to tell you to do something sexual to me - not 
ask, tell, order you."

Catherine stuck out her hand, saying, "You have a bet, mister." They 
shook and sealed their wager. Catherine then said, "Now, I want to suck 
some cock. Who wants to be first?"

Blake Edwards said, "Hold on, now. I'm all for this wager, but if you 
make that call, her mother will go to the feds. Kidnapping is now a 
federal offense. They can find out who was in this compartment."

John said, "Don't worry. She won't call the feds or any police agency. 
She won't want anyone to know after I tell her what we did to her 
little Christian lady. No, she'll want to call on the powers of God to 
rescue her girl. God won't tell."

Catherine offered, "He's absolutely right about that. She won't want 
anybody to know, not even father."

The Judge said, "Perhaps you're right, but telephones have ears at both 
ends. Switchboard operators are notorious for eaves dropping."

John said, "True, and I hope they do. They'll get an earful, but as you 
well know, operators who eaves drop and tell get fired."

Catherine offered, "If we call Mother on Sunday night, there's little 
chance our local operator can listen in. Only one girl works Sunday 
night, and she's so busy she couldn't possibly stop to listen in. 
Mother knows that, so she won't be too concerned with eaves droppers."

Blake said, "And when you don't show up in Glory, what then?"

"I'm with a reverend doing missionary work in Asia. She'll think of 
something, trust me."

"I wish we could," said the judge.

John said, "Suit yourselves, gentlemen. We're going to make the calls. 
Now, you can watch me enjoy her all the way to Pittsburgh and twiddle 
your thumbs, or you can get your dicks sucked and fucked all the way to 
Pittsburgh. If a man isn't willing to take risks for pussy like this, 
he doesn't deserve pussy like this."

Harvey stood and said, "Fuck it! I've seen this bitch fuck, and she's 
worth doing hard time." He stepped up and offered her his cock. 
Catherine smiled and took his dick in her hands, reverently rubbing the 
head on her face while cooing pleasantly. She planted kisses all over 
his cock and balls, then slipped her soft lips over the head and sucked 
him down her throat in one long, slow, gag-suppressed motion. Her 
cheeks hollowed under the intense suction as her swallowing throat 
muscles milked his cock. Harvey's knees buckled and he sank to kneel on 
the seat's edge as Catherine followed, pulling her mouth tightly to his 
groin with her hands clutching his ass."

Marve said, "I'm next." 

The judge said, "Count me in." 

Blake said, "Maybe we'll all share a cell. I guess I'm last."

Catherine did get her fill of cock on the twenty-hour trip to 
Pittsburgh. In that time, she took twelve loads of cum into her gullet, 
eight loads up her ass, and twenty-one in her virgin pussy. She had to 
be helped from the train, wrapped in a blanket.

They spent two days in a fine hotel, recovering, but enjoying several 
sessions of soft, easy sex while living on room service. Catherine 
stayed naked the entire time, even as bus boys, bell hops, and maids 
came and went. Catherine enjoyed being seen naked by the help. John 
took a great risk to give her that pleasure, but John liked taking 
risks as long as they were hedged. 

He won over key management people with the aid of Catherine's talented 
mouth, and his generous tips kept the mouths of staff people closed. 
The entire male contingent of the large hotel found an excuse to come 
to room 1456 at one time or another. Catherine showed her pussy 
shamelessly. She and John played the role of husband and wife, though 
few bought the obvious charade. Even wearing four-inch heels and heavy 
makeup, Catherine looked fifteen, at best. The staff, however, elected 
to see them as they'd signed in - Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Honeycut - and 
Mrs. Honeycut quickly became very popular with the staff as well as the 
staffs of the staff.

The first phone call was set for Sunday night, the second day in the 
hotel. John sat with Catherine in his lap, his cock buried in her cunt, 
her hand buried in her crotch. They could both listen and use the 
phone. They waited until nine. Catherine's father retired early and her 
mother stayed up until ten, reading scripture, or so Catherine and her 
father thought. Catherine's bedtime was nine. Between nine and ten was 
Annabelle's quiet time, time for herself, and Catherine had strict 
orders never to violate that sacred time. Her father never woke up in 
the night; so, once he went to bed, Annabelle had the house to herself. 
The phone ringing in her quiet time rattled Annabelle's nerves, and she 
answered angrily, "Who is calling at this hour?"

"The Reverend John Cunnylicker at your service, Madam."

"What! Where are you? What's wrong? Is Catherine all right?"

"No, Catherine is not all right. I had to blister her ass with my belt 
for not fucking back hard enough."

"How dare you! I'll have you arrested. Where is my daughter? Let me 
speak to her."

"Here, speak."

"Mother! Oh Mother, he's awful. He raped me, Mommy. They all raped me."

"Oh my God! Oh my God, NO! Catherine, my baby. Where are you?"

"I don't know, Mommy. I'm blindfolded and tied to a bed somewhere. 
Mommy, I'm naked."

"Oh, Lord Jesus! Catherine are you hurt, baby?"

"Well, sort of. He beats me with a belt if I don't do what he says, but 
that's not the worst. I'm sore, so sore, but I can't say where."

"I know baby. Oh precious. It's all my fault. I knew he was no good, I 
just knew it. Why didn't I listen to the Holy Spirit trying to warn me. 
There was no time. The train was moving. I panicked. Can you ever 
forgive me, Catherine?"

"I forgive you, but what are we going to do? He's going to keep me 
and...and...I can't say it."

"Catherine, listen. You say what you have to say. The Lord will 
understand, and I certainly do. Now, what are his plans?"

"I can't say those words, not to you, Mother."

"Baby, please. I have to know. Say any words you want. I don't care 
what they are, but I must know."

"Well...okay...he, he says he is going to sell my, my...pussy."

"Oh Lord Jesus." The phone went silent for several seconds, then 
Annabelle said, "Catherine, pray. Pray like Mommy taught you. Jesus 
will not abandon you. Baby, can you put him back on the telephone?"

"Reverend John Cunny..."

"Stop right there, you son of a bitch! You let my daughter go right 
now. Do you hear me? Let her go in the name of God, or so help me..."

"Now, you stop right there. I'll let her go when I'm good and ready. I 
don't fear your god, bitch. I serve the devil, and I've got your little 
Christian bitch tied spread-eagled, buck assed naked on my bed with my 
sperm pouring out of her tight, juicy, ex-virgin cunt. I call the shots 
now, not you, and not your god."

Annabelle's tone tempered considerably. She was almost in her normal 
speaking voice with just a slight edge to it, "What do you 
want...money? We have no money."

"I don't need your money. Your daughter's pussy is a gold mine, and I 
plan to mine that pussy until the gold runs out."

John waited out a long silence, then heard, "You'll never get away with 
this. Kidnapping is a federal offense. They kill kidnappers. You'll fry 
in the electric chair, then fry in Hell."

"I love living dangerously; besides, you're not going to tell anyone. I 
know you, Annabelle. I know you much better than you think. By the way, 
taking that tumble to show me your fine spread was a nice touch. 
Letting your legs fall open while you were up-ended looked accidental. 
I'm sure everyone bought it. I've thought about your silky-soft, creamy 
inner thighs every time I fucked Catherine. Sometimes I pretend her 
cunt is yours. From the glimpse I got of your wet cunt through your 
thin panties, I'd say your pussies are very much alike. You both have 
juicy twats. You keep yours nice and trim. I like that."

"That was an accident. I had no intention of showing you any part of 
me, much less that part. You have Catherine. Why are you talking to 
me?"

"Because I thought it would be fun to talk to you while I fuck your 
daughter."

"You sick bastard. I'll hang up."

"If you do, you'll never see her again. There will be no more calls. 
Humor me and I'll eventually tire of her. One day, I'll let her go 
home. She'll be pregnant. Maybe you don't want her back pregnant. If 
you don't want her back pregnant, just hang up."

"I want her back. Okay, I'll talk. I'll humor you if you swear you'll 
release her afterward."

"I will release her when I tire of her."

"Swear to it."

"What good will my oath be. I lie just for the fun of lying. Truth is, 
she's no good to me when she can't fuck for money. When her belly gets 
big, I'll just dump her off somewhere and find another. If you humor 
me, I'll dump her off alive. If you don't, I'll dump her body."

"I'll humor you. What is it you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you, just your company. I'm putting my cock 
at Catherine's pussy hole. She's making a face. [Catherine frigged her 
clit excitedly.] I think her pussy is still sore. Those other four men 
worked her cunt over pretty good - her asshole and mouth too. Your 
little girl sucks a mean cock. Do you know your daughter can take an 
eleven-inch cock down her throat and lick the balls. It's fucking 
impressive, Annabelle. I sure wish you could have seen her in action. 
She would have made you proud."

"You're lying. No woman could do that." 

Catherine cried out in a subdued voice with her head turned away from 
the mouth piece, "Please, don't tell my mother about that, please! Tell 
her you were teasing, and I'll do it the way you like." 

"Did you catch that, Annabelle?"

"Yes, I caught it. You've corrupted her. You are putting that child 
through hell, can't you see what you're doing?"

"I see fine, Annabelle. Oh, yeah, that feels good, Catherine. Damn, 
she's still tight. Amazing how much punishment these young pussies can 
take and still spring back. Have you ever been fucked by an eleven-inch 
cock, Annabelle?"

"Don't do this. I beg you."

"It wasn't mine, but Catherine has. Mine is nine inches long and as 
thick as her wrist. Inch number nine just went in." 

Catherine cried, "Ughhh...No...Stop...It hurts!" 

"Yep, she's sore all right."

"Please, John, don't hurt her. If you must do this, be gentle."

"I'll try, but she sure likes it when I pound her box hard. Not at 
first, but once her cunt gets nice and juicy, you gotta bang her hard 
to make her cum. Does your cunt get nice and juicy real fast like hers 
does? Did she inherit your pussy, Annabelle?"

"I wouldn't know."

"You don't know if your own cunt gets juicy?"

"I wouldn't know if she inherited my cu...vagina."

"Oops, you almost said a dirty word, didn't you? Say, I'll bet you'd 
love to be able to talk nasty when we have our talks and still remain 
true to your faith. I have an idea. Oh, yeah, now she's liking it. 
Yeah, baby, you like John's cock now, don't you? I'm sorry, Annabelle. 
Catherine distracted me when she started fucking back. Where was I?"

"You said you had an idea."

"An idea about what?"

"For allowing me to talk dirty and remain loyal to my Christian faith."

"Oh, yes. We must preserve that. Here's my idea. I'll require you to 
use only the filthiest language, you know, to humor me. You must humor 
me if you want to save your daughter. Will that work, Annabelle?"

"If you put it to me that way, the sin will be yours, not mine."

"Good, consider it done. Hey, we can go one better. I'll bet you'd love 
to be able to speak freely of your most intimate secret thoughts, 
saying them out loud without fear of sinning. I have an idea on how we 
can arrange that as well. Are you interested?"

"I'm listening."

"You can't lie. That is part of your ten commandments, right?"

"You know it is, so?"

"So, I'll ask what you're thinking, dig into your fantasies, probe your 
past sins and secret desires. You'll have to answer to humor me, and 
your answers must be the truth. That will work, don't you think? Your 
sins have all been forgiven."

"That's true. If I must humor you in that way, I suppose I can do that 
without incurring new sin."

"Holding back information is as good as lying."

"I am well aware of that, but I will offer nothing you didn't ask for."

"Don't worry. I'll be general so your answers must be all-
encompassing."

"Are you telling me I must provide all pertinent and related 
information for my answer to be a full and truthful disclosure?"

"Just a minute. Hey, slow down, kid. I'm trying to talk to your mother. 
We're in no hurry, just move easy. You're going to make me cum too 
fast. If you do that, I'll whip your cunt. Yeah, just do that. Lift and 
drop, lift and drop, nice and easy. Just be content to fuck yourself on 
the last six inches. If you get carried away and make my dick pop out 
one more time, I'm going to shove this fucker up your ass...Okay, 
Annabelle, where were we?"

"You were going to order me to be all inclusive in my answers."

"Right, consider it an order. Well, does that cover the bases? Can you 
be completely free and open without incurring any sin?"

"Yes, I believe I can, now."

"Great. This will be fun, Annabelle. You don't get to have much fun in 
this earthly life do you?"

"No, but my reward will come. You can have your fun now, but you will 
pay dearly in the hereafter."

"I'd rather have my fun now. You're a very lucky woman."

"This should be good for a laugh, but I don't feel like laughing."

"No, think about it. As long as I have Catherine and continue these 
calls, you will be able to have the best of both worlds. You can have 
fun and be assured of your heavenly reward. I do want you to have fun, 
Annabelle. I must confess, I was quite smitten by your purity and 
beauty. You are a very sexy woman. The fact that you are such a good 
and faithful Christian makes you that much more desirable to a man like 
me."

"I can well imagine. I will accept that compliment, Mr. Cunnylicker. 
That name now suits you. I'm sure you do that to her as well."

"She gets her cunny licked...with a belt. I would not dream of giving 
her the pleasure of my tongue, but you, sweet Anabelle, I have dreamed 
of little else than running my devilish tongue all through the soft 
lips of your Christian cunny, watching you squirm in ecstasy the way 
your daughter squirms in agony. Sometimes, I wish I had abducted you. 
Sometimes, I wish it were your cunt I was fucking."

"Well, you picked her. If you release her, I will take her place. If I 
give my word, I would have to follow through."

"A noble Christian gesture, Annabelle. I would expect that from you. 
You get more desirable every minute. I'll pass that along to Catherine 
when I'm finished fucking her...well, actually, she's fucking me. 
She'll be proud, I'm sure. Unfortunately, I could not risk being set 
up. This will have to do, but I will call you regularly. I will have 
you in spirit if not in fact. Your daughter can serve as your surrogate 
when we talk. I wish you had a boy that could bring you as much 
pleasure as Catherine is bringing me. I think it would be great if you 
were getting sex, too. There must be a way."

"Are you suggesting I take a lover - a boy lover, perhaps?"

"Yes, Annabelle, someone other than your husband to fuck you. It 
doesn't need to be a boy, but I'd want you to have a virile young stud 
if you can't have me. Oh, well, that would be tempting the Lord's 
willingness to forgive."

"God's willingness to forgive knows no bounds, John."

"Are you sure you wouldn't jeopardize your Christian standing if I were 
to order you to find a boy lover."

"To save my daughter's soul, nothing would be too great a sacrifice. I 
offered to become your whore in order to save her soul. Taking a lover 
to humor you would be no greater challenge."

"I don't know, Annabelle."

"John, I know my Bible. You let me worry about protecting my faith. 
What were you going to suggest?"

"I don't know, Annabelle. I think that might be pushing you too hard. I 
don't want to jeopardize our phone relationship."

"Now, you listen to me, John Cunnylicker; there is nothing you can say 
or demand that will make me give up on my daughter, nothing. Now, what 
were you going to say?"

"All right. If you're sure. Surely you have a youthful admirer that 
would jump at the chance to fuck you? He'd be serving the Lord, in a 
way."

"Well...In truth, there is a young man who seems interested, but he 
will not serve the lord. He's one of your flock."

"Even better. What better choice could there be for my surrogate than 
one of my own brethren? Do you think he'd be interested? Could you lure 
this lad to your bed?"

"If I were ordered to do so, to humor you, to save my daughter's soul I 
could. I'm sure he'd jump at the chance in have me in his devilish 
clutches."

"Consider it an order. I will call you back on the Sabbath, same time. 
See that the job is done by then. If he is satisfactory, make him your 
steady lover. If not, find another, but make your selection by Sunday. 
Deny him nothing. We will get together on the telephone every Sunday at 
this time until I release Catherine. That is your order, Annabelle. 
Take a youthful lover and deny him nothing or the bitch dies."

"Very well, if I must." 

"Do you anticipate any problem seducing this lad?"

"No, but I have no experience seducing young men or any man. Earl is 
the only man I've known in the biblical sense."

"Say that again, but use the filthy terms. No more clean language for 
you, Annabelle. Catherine's ass will suffer your slips."

"It won't happen again. I meant to say, Earl is the only man I've ever 
fucked. Is that more to your liking?" Catherine squeezed her legs 
together and rubbed her clit furiously, biting her lip to keep from 
crying out.

"Much better. The word fuck sounds good on your sweet holy lips, 
Annabelle."

"Fuck is a word that has never crossed these lips. I must confess, it 
felt strange to form the words, fuck and fucked."

"That was good that you remembered to confess your thought as it 
occurred. You are, indeed, a woman of your word."

"Actually, I was not aware I had to do that. I was simply stating an 
observation."

"Well, now you know."

"In that case, then I must confess to liking the idea of seducing the 
young man. I pictured him naked. I pictured his hard, naked cock, 
fucking my pussy as yours is fucking my daughter's at this very moment. 
You are still fucking her, aren't you?"

Catherine lost it. She bounced on John's cock while holding a hand 
clamped over her mouth. The other hand rode her clit throughout her 
climax. John could not talk, either. Catherine's wild gyrations 
threatened to drive him over the edge, and he had to count backward 
from one-hundred. Annabelle waited a few seconds, then said, "Didn't 
you hear that? Why no comment?" 

A few seconds more passed, then John said, "Sorry, I had to set the 
phone down to loosen the bindings on Catherine's legs. She needs more 
freedom of movement to hump her cunt on my cock."

"How nice for you. Did you hear what I said?" 

"Nothing after telling you to reveal your thoughts as they occur."

"I said, 'In that case, then I must confess to liking the idea of 
seducing the young man. I pictured him naked. I pictured his hard, 
naked cock, fucking my pussy as yours is fucking my daughter's.' Or 
should I say, as my daughter's pussy is fucking your nine-inch cock? 
Does that please you?"

"Very much. Catherine wants an orgasm, and you have driven me to want 
one as well. You are perceptive. I'm not fucking her; I'm letting her 
freely fuck her cunt on my cock."

"I was wondering how you two were positioned?"

"I am on my knees, between her legs. My cock is in her pussy and she is 
doing all the work, humping her cunt on my dick, going from the base to 
the tip. Sometimes, she gets carried away and goes off too far. That's 
the only time I have to touch my cock, to put it back at her hole. If 
the line goes silent, that's what I'm doing."

Catherine placed her hand over the mouth piece and whispered, "Tell her 
that you just hold your cock steady, and I search for it until I 
capture it with my cunt. Remember, I'm blindfolded."

While Catherine whispered to John, Annabelle said, "I must confess; 
that is a delightfully wicked image."

"You needn't preface every statement with I was thinking, or I must 
confess, or I was wondering. Just speak your mind, the confession is 
understood. You may be interested to know that I don't stick my cock 
in. I simply hold steady. Catherine has to use her cunt to search 
blindly for the head of my dick before she captures it with her pussy, 
then wiggles down the shaft. She's quite good at it."

"I'm sure she is. My fingers are in my panties, John. I am playing with 
my pussy. I am fingering my cunt, imagining my cunt trying to capture 
that young man's cock the way Catherine is capturing yours. Make your 
cock slip out again, then describe how she captures it. Describe 
Catherine's pussy to me. I haven't seen her pussy since she was a 
baby."

John covered the mouth piece and said to Catherine, "Two down; one to 
go."

"Oh God, John. I never thought she'd be this easy. Please hang up. 
Don't push her any more. This isn't fair. I need time to come up with a 
strategy to counter yours."

Annabelle said, "What's taking so long?"

John smiled triumphantly to Catherine, then said, "Okay, it's out and 
I'm leaning back, making her stretch for it. I'm holding my cock out of 
reach. She has to hold her cunt up so I can describe it."

Catherine cried out, "He's lying, mother. I'd never do that. I'm not 
moving. I can't move. He's just doing it to me, and I hate it."

John said, "As you might expect, she's embarrassed by her shameless 
behavior."

"I'm sure. I believe you, John. I will ignore what she says. Just go 
on. Tell me what her cunt looks like."

"Beautiful, like yours, I'm sure. She's very wet. Her cunt hole is 
stretched open. Her clit is up and throbbing between her puffy cunt 
lips."

"I have puffy cunt lips."

"I noticed that."

"I'm sure you did. I wanted you to. Describe her clit."

"She has a long narrow clit when it gets erect as it is now, but it 
hides between her lips when she stands with her feet together. I've 
never seen a clit that has such a range. Right now, it is sticking 
straight up, an inch out of her crack like a little boys prick."

"Yes, that's how mine is. Mine is up. I'm flicking my clit with my 
finger. I took my clothes off. I'm sitting in a chair with my legs hung 
over the arms. I love flicking my big clit. Is she still trying to get 
her pussy hole over your big cock, John?"

"Yes. I let it move close enough for her to get her cunt over the head. 
This drives her crazy. She wants it all."

"Give it to her slowly, John. Torment her. Make her beg. I want to hear 
her beg for your cock."

John cupped the mouth piece and said to Catherine, "Go ahead and beg 
after a while. We need to get her rocks off before I can hang up. I 
won't count this call. You're right, this is too easy. We'll 
renegotiate the terms of the wager."

Relief flooded over Catherine and she smiled. Annabelle said, "Talk to 
me, John. Tell me what she's doing."

"I'm holding off with only half inside. She's madly fucking herself on 
that half. She's straining for more."

"Pull some out. That will drive her mad."

"You were right. She looks like she's ready to cry. She's begging me 
with her lips, but she doesn't want you to hear."

"Tell her she has to beg loudly, or you'll pull out and jack off."

"Beg for it, bitch. Beg out loud so your mother can hear, or I'll pull 
out and jack off. You know I will, too...Hang on, Annabelle. She'll be 
begging very soon."

"Pull out so that just the head is in."

"Okay, I'm holding at the opening. She's weakening. She's almost there. 
Give it up, Catherine. You know you can't hold out."

Catherine cried out, "Please, put it in. Please!"

Annabelle, her voice filled with her excited passion, cried, "Make her 
keep begging. Don't give in too quickly."

"I'm holding."

Catherine cried, "Please, I'm begging. I'm begging loud. She can hear 
me begging. Why won't you put your thing in me? What do you want me to 
say?"

Annabelle said, "Make her use filthy words when she begs."

John said, "Use the words I taught you, Catherine."

"Please fuck my pussy. Put your cock in my cunt, I beg you. Fuck my 
cunt, Reverend. I want your cock in my pussy, all the way in my pussy. 
Let me fuck my horny cunt on your beautiful big cock. I want your sperm 
in my fertile womb, Reverend. I want your baby. Fuck a baby in my 
pussy, Reverend."

Annabelle cried out in her orgasm, "Yes, John, fuck her. Give her your 
cock. She wants it, John. She wants your virile seed. Give her what she 
wants; give her the fruit of your loins. Fuck a baby in her. Pour your 
sperm into her unprotected womb. Make my daughter pregnant if that's 
what she wants."

John and Catherine came together and made the appropriate noises for 
Annabelle's benefit. When all were calm, John said, "Well, Annabelle, 
did you have fun?"

"Yes, I did. I gave myself a climax. I enjoyed that immensely, but that 
is a confession as to your conditions. I hope I humored you to your 
satisfaction."

"You did. Would you like to speak with Catherine? I don't think she 
wants to speak to you. She's rather embarrassed."

"She should be. Yes, put her on, and I want you to listen."

"Mother, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

"I understand, baby. Look, you must humor John, as must I. I'm sure you 
heard everything he said to me, so you must understand why I am 
cooperating. You must cooperate as well. You needn't be ashamed, but 
you did lie to me. You were a willing participant in this act. You 
committed a mortal sin. If you were to die before you properly repent, 
your soul would be condemned to Hell. You can earn forgiveness after 
your release, but you'll never get that chance if you don't get 
released. In the mean time, Catherine, you must sin to survive. I know 
that, and God knows that. When you are no longer living in sin, He will 
forgive you, and I will too. I'm not doing anything I need forgiveness 
for, you understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, Mother. You're just humoring him to save my soul."

"That's right, and I will continue to do so in the future. You do as he 
says. You have no choice. Don't give him cause to hurt or kill you. 
Don't try to run away. Serve him until he releases you. No one will be 
looking for you. I will not report this. No one must know. No one will 
ever know. I'll think of a suitable story to tell everyone."

"Mother, you could say I met a missionary preacher and received a 
calling."

"Yes, that's good. Yes, that's very good. That's exactly what I'll tell 
everyone. Promise me you won't try to escape or alert the authorities. 
Swear to it, Catherine. Swear in the name of Jesus."

"I swear in the name of Jesus, I will not try to escape, and I will 
serve the Reverend John Cunnylicker as my master until he sees fit to 
release me."

"Very good, Catherine. This is the best way to ensure that you return 
safely and can earn forgiveness. You see that, don't you?"

"Yes mother."

"Good, put the reverend back on."

"The Reverend John Cunnylicker at your service, Madam."

"I must confess, I do like the sound of that. Sorry about the preface. 
I know that's not necessary. Well, are you pleased with what I told 
her?"

"Pleased as punch. Now, I can let her free and know she'll be there 
when I return."

"She will be. You need not fear that, and there will be no report made 
to anyone. I swear that in Jesus' name. Did it turn you on to hear me 
say those things to her?" 

"You know it did."

"I'm glad I pleased you. That's the same as humoring. That means I'm 
doing my duty. This might please you even more. I want her to serve you 
as your sex slave. I want her to be a good, obedient sex slave. If she 
returns before you release her, I will see to it that she goes back to 
fulfill her obligation to you. I will do that, John. I will even 
deliver her to you, naked, if that is your wish. If you'd like, maybe I 
should tell her that. We need to insure that she won't run off."

"It can't hurt. Catherine, your mother wants to add something."

"Yes, Mother, I'm listening."

"Catherine, I just want to tell you that if you run away from the 
reverend after I gave my word that you'd remain his sex slave until he 
releases you, I will be obligated to return you to him. I will, too. I 
swore to him in Jesus' name. I would have no choice. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, Mother. I won't run away, I promise. I know you keep your word, 
and you gave your word in order to save my immortal soul."

"It will be better for you this way. You won't need to be tied up all 
the time. I am only thinking of your well being. One thing more, 
Catherine, you are a sex slave. You can deny him nothing. Your body is 
his to do with as he pleases. I promised him you would serve him well, 
as a sex slave. I don't want to get a bad report from him when he 
calls. I gave my word that you would willingly serve his every sexual 
need, and you must see that my word is my bond."

"I won't let you down, Mother. I promise, I will be a very good sex 
slave for the reverend if that's what you want."

"That is what I want, now put him back on."

"The Rev..."

"I know - at my service. Well, that should seal her fate nicely, 
wouldn't you agree?" 

"You did very good, Annabelle. I am falling in love with you."

"Flatterer. I was surprised how easily she accepted the things I told 
her. Did it excite you hearing me tell, no, order my daughter to serve 
you as a sex slave, and to be a good one, to freely give her body to 
you?"

"Absolutely. You gave me another hardon."

"We need to take care of it, then. I need to confess something to you 
that should turn you on even more. Catherine can't hear this, can she?"

"Wait, let me put a pillow over her head. I'm sure she can't hear, now. 
What is it?"

"I have confessed this sin to God and received his forgiveness, but I 
knew you'd never ask, and I thought you should know. On the train, when 
you met Catherine, when you ogled her body and licked your lips, I knew 
your intentions were to rape her. I knew from the start that you were 
not a preacher. You made it perfectly clear what you were going to do - 
strip her and beat her, then fuck her. I knew that before the last all-
aboard call. I knew I would give you anything you asked for, even 
though I could see you were making things difficult on me. I handed her 
to you on a silver platter and played with my pussy all the way home 
thinking about the rape scene."

"I knew that you knew. How could you not after I pulled her ass into my 
hardon and gave it a slow grind right in front of you. I was pressing 
my luck by pressing my cock between the cheeks of her ass. I was 
following my hunch. That's why I had to call and thank you. I have 
never received such a valuable gift. I get hard just remembering how 
you said, 'total and unrestricted authority to guide and discipline as 
the reverend sees fit, even on your naked skin.' See, I memorized it. 
Why didn't you just say, 'Please make my daughter your sex slave?'"

"Because I never imagined this. I just thought you'd rape her and flee. 
John, I thought you might very well kill her after subjecting her to 
the most fiendish tortures. I figured her body would end up in a ditch 
or a swamp, cut up in pieces. Still, I gave her to you, then 
masturbated to the images of her torture, rape, and slow murder."

Catherine's face fell. She turned deathly white. John said, "You are 
full of surprises, Annabelle." 

"I suffered terrible guilt and worry after I got home. I've been 
praying ever since. I was praying when you called. You exert a power 
over me that is frightening. When I heard your voice, my clit stood 
right up. You draw great power from Satan, John. If it weren't for my 
faith, I'd be doomed. If you had told me on the train to surrender her 
to you as your sex slave, I am certain I would have. If you had 
required that I strip her, I would have. That's the power of Satan 
working through you, John. I'm sure that pleases you as it pleases me 
that God's holy spirit sometimes works through me. I just thought you 
should know."

"I'm glad you shared that, but I was well aware. The more righteous my 
victim, the more power I can exert. The devil sees that I get what 
power I need. You had no chance."

"Yes, I see that now. John, another wicked thought just popped into my 
head. It is so wicked, it must have been placed there by Satan 
himself."

"I'm listening."

"I can't. No, it's too...but...I suppose I have no choice, do I?"

"No, you don't, now out with it."

"Well, you said you wanted to keep Catherine until the gold ran out, 
after she gets good and pregnant, right?"

"Yes, so?"

"So, after she delivers the baby, she can earn more gold for you. John, 
I know you don't want to be saddled with a pregnant teen that can't 
earn her keep, but suppose you sent her to me to look after for you, to 
nurse her through the last stages of her pregnancy, and nurse her back 
to health following delivery?"

Catherine got excited and nodded her head vigorously. John whispered to 
Catherine that she needed to be upset about this prospect, then said to 
Annabelle, "Go on."

"Don't you see? If you don't release her, officially release her, only 
let her take leave, I would be duty bound to return her. You'd have 
your gold mine again. John, you could mine that little cunt until it 
truly did run out. She's a beautiful, strong, healthy girl, John. We 
are talking years - ten, maybe twenty years of productivity."

"And you would do that? Not just this time, but every time she gets 
knocked up or fucked up so badly she can't hustle cunt?"

"I'd have no choice. As long as my daughter is bound to you by my 
Christian oath, and is still living, I am bound to humor you to try and 
keep her alive so that her soul can be saved. Now do you see why I was 
reluctant to share that thought that Satan put in my head?"

"Yes, that is a thought worthy only of him, but it did enter through 
your mind, so you had to share it."

"I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me to share it. The spirit of the Lord is 
fighting to win Catherine back, and saved me from breaking my oath to 
you. I am her only hope, but we must play by the rules. This earthly 
plane is your domain. Well, can I expect that order?"

"It is done. I won't release her until all of the gold runs out."

"In that case, I should let Catherine know what her fate is. She 
mustn't think short term. She must be mentally prepared for the long 
haul. This can benefit you as well, John. She'll be a better whore and 
a better sex slave if she surrenders body mind, and spirit. She must 
give up hope of an early release and think only of saving her immortal 
soul. I know how to talk to Catherine, John. I can deliver, if you'll 
put her on."

"Then deliver. Wait a sec while I sit her up."

John cupped the mouth piece and quietly said, "Don't act like you did 
before. Make her fight to get you to accept this. Think about it, 
Catherine. If you were really the girl she thinks you are, how would 
you really act? Here goes." "Annabelle, here she is."

"Mother, what's going on?"

"Catherine, John just gave me dreadful news about his full intentions. 
You will not be released anytime soon, maybe not for years, possibly 
decades if ever. He plans to return you to me when you can't earn money 
with your body, but without that critical release."

"I don't understand, Mother. What are you saying?"

"I am saying that after you deliver the baby, I will have to return you 
to him. I have no choice, Catherine. I swore an oath to God that I 
would humor this man until he released you."

"Mother, no, you can't do that! You don't know what this is like - the 
beating, the rapes, letting men use my body."

"I do know, Catherine, but what other choice is there?"

"I won't do it. I'll run away."

"Catherine bite your tongue. Don't you ever say that in front of him 
again. Do you want to stay tied up and gagged for years, bound to a 
bed. He can do that, and I would be forced to help bind you. It would 
tear my heart out to have to drag you back and tie you, naked to a 
rapist's bed, but that's what the threat of running away might force 
upon me. That would be as good as driving a dagger in my heart. Is that 
what you want? Do you want to punish me for letting you go with him?"

"No, Mother, of course not. I just can't believe you would do that to 
me."

"You can't believe I, your mother, would place your immortal soul over 
your mortal body? You can't believe that I, your mother, would do 
anything to jeopardize her own immortal soul?"

"Oh, Mother, I'm so frightened. I want to come home."

"You will, many times."

"Yes, but I will be sent back to him as a sex slave to bear more 
bastards for him."

"Yes, Catherine, accept it. I told you before, you are a sex slave. It 
doesn't matter what you want, at least, not to your master. As long as 
you have a master, I have one, too. Do you think I am enjoying this? Is 
that what you think, that I like saying filthy words, that I like 
hearing about the sex he is having with my only child, my baby girl? Am 
I some kind of monster in your eyes, just because I will do anything at 
all to save your soul?"

"No, Mother, I know you're motives are righteous and pure. I know you 
are only doing what you think is best. I know that all you ever cared 
about was my fucking soul."

"Catherine, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"Like what, Mother, like a whore - a sex slave. That's how they talk, 
I'm sure. That's what I am. You said so yourself."

"And I meant every word. And I will not apologize for thinking only of 
your immortal soul. I take that as the highest compliment a daughter 
can give to her mother. It is all I care about, and that is as it 
should be. Your body is temporal; you soul is immortal. Remember what I 
taught you."

"I'm sorry, Mother. You are right. I'm just finding this so hard to 
accept. Things are so different now. Everything is up-side-down. 
Nothing makes any sense."

"I know, Catherine, but it all makes perfect sense to me. As you're 
spiritual guide, you must trust me, do as I say, and never, ever 
question anything I tell you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mother."

"As for your language, it is befitting a whore and sex slave, so I 
won't ever correct that again. That was a knee jerk reaction. I will 
adjust. In fact, you should use only those vile and filthy terms, even 
when talking to me. A whore is as a whore does and says. Become a whore 
in body, mind, and spirit, and things will go easier. Time will pass 
faster. I will treat you like a whore for that reason - to help you 
adjust. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Now, whore, I want you to suck the reverend's cock while we talk. Do 
that thing with your throat where you lick his balls while you're 
sucking. Do it like the filthy whore you've become."

Catherine slipped into her childish, submissive tone and said, "All, 
right, Mommy. I'll deep suck the preacher's cock and suck the sperm 
from his balls while I lick them. Was that whorish enough?"

"That was good."

"Oh, and you won't have to do the tying after I deliver the bastard and 
you return me. I will return willingly to serve out my time, every 
time. I don't want to make things any harder on you than they already 
are. I feel guilty enough about that as it is. If anything, I want to 
make amends for the trouble I've caused you."

"Good, much better. You can do that by being the best whore and sex 
slave any pervert ever had. That will take pressure off me to make you 
that way. Now, get that cock in your mouth and start sucking. Put the 
reverend back on."

John didn't need to pretend, because Catherine was so turned on, she 
dove on his cock. "Oh, God damn, Annabelle. The bitch has my whole cock 
in her mouth, down her throat, and she's curling my toes from the 
fucking suction. Oh, yes, baby! Suck that cock!"

"You make me wish I had a cock, and a cock sucker. Right now, I am 
happy I have a big clit and ten fingers. Oh, John, this is so much fun. 
Were you listening?"

"Hell yes. You were outstanding. You talk religious shit the way 
Catherine sucks a child molester's cock."

"My, that is a compliment. I told you I can deal with Catherine. Is she 
licking your big hairy balls?"

"Like a mother cat licks pussy."

"Wonderful. I've got you set, then. I need to hang up so that I can 
properly take care of my needs. I can't fuck myself and talk at the 
same time."

"Until the Sabbath, then."

"Until the Sabbath. It will be fun. Good bye, lover."

John hung up the mouth piece, set the phone aside, then came a copious 
load down Catherine's throat. She gulped, then sucked, then nursed 
lovingly on his cock. He lifted Catherine off his deflating member and 
set her on he feet. "Surprised?"

"Totally. What a hypocritical slut she is. She gave me to you to 
torture and kill. Now, she's made me your sex slave for life for 
Christ's sake - literally for Christ's sake. She's sick, but I think 
she actually believes all of this shit."

"She's not sick, but her mind has been poisoned by that born-again 
Christian dogma. I think she has to cling to her belief that she is 
saving you while throwing you to the dogs. She wants to have her fun 
and be saved at the same time. Who can blame her? With my help, she 
discovered a way."

"Do you think she'll even feel any guilt for what she's doing, or 
thinks she's doing?"

"Who cares. You're having fun with this. I'm getting a kick out of it. 
Your old lady is getting a kick, having fun, and having a religious 
experience all in one. She won't be the first to pull the plug. How did 
you like her confession? Did I read her right or didn't I?"

"You cheated. You suckered me into a stacked wager."

"I know. We'll scrap the wager, but I'd like to set up another. Don't 
worry, there won't be any sale to white slavers. I had no intention of 
following through. You're my wife, remember, and you're going to be the 
mother of my child."

"Oh John. I love you. I wish it were true, that I was your wife."

"Maybe one day, but don't get your hopes up. I'm not the marrying type, 
and some day, I'll tire of you. I won't tire soon, but we're not 
playing the Honeycuts anymore. Nobody bought it, and that fact 
embarrassed the hell out of me. That's why I kept a low profile. I did 
that for you, Catherine. I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I did. Playing your wife was a dream come true. You're right, 
though, nobody bought it."

"Don't feel bad, kid. It's just your age. They'd buy it in three or 
four years. If I were to marry anyone, though, it would be Annabelle, 
your mother. Those sexy pious bitches drive me bananas. Your mother is 
the sexiest I've ever come across."

"So you really do have a thing for her. I think that's great. I think 
she's sexy, too. She's also very pretty, even without makeup. Can you 
imagine what she'd look like all made up, wearing sexy clothes? Too bad 
she's stuck with my old man. I'm sure his little dick doesn't do a 
thing for her. After I saw what a real cock is supposed to look like, I 
couldn't help feeling sorry for her. So, what's the bet?"

"You are going to earn your own money whether you like it or not. The 
money you earn fucking gets split fifty fifty. I'm sure you'll lose it 
all in wagers, but I need to pay you in order to win it. Here's the 
bet. One-thousand of mine against one-thousand of your future earnings 
that your mother will divorce your father and meet us for a threesome. 
Furthermore, she will become a whore with you."

"You're on, buster. If you can make that happen, I'll gladly earn a 
thousand for you."

"Let's put a time limit on it, say one month from today, she has to be 
naked in bed with us."

"She can't get a divorce that soon."

"No, but she can get caught fucking the kid and have a divorce 
pending."

"If she gets caught by father, a divorce will be pending, that's for 
sure. Let's go double or nothing that she will agree to marry you. I 
say she won't; you say she will."

"It's done. Do you know the kid she has in mind for a lover?"

"No, I can't imagine; but whoever he is, she sure wants him badly."

                                                                       
* * *

John and Catherine left Pittsburgh the following morning, headed for 
New Orleans. Along the way, they perfected their game. Catherine played 
the role of a runaway. John played the part of a Pittsburgh preacher 
returning Catherine to her folks in a small parish outside New Orleans. 
Their game was a simple one with a flexible course. Catherine played 
the part of the Catherine in her fantasy story. She was brazen, 
outrageous, shocking, and showed her tits and pussy at every 
opportunity. Whenever they were alone with an intimate group, Catherine 
told her story. With John's help, she refined her tale to make it more 
believable and more exciting. He had her drop the sado-masochistic 
scenes and concentrate on the incest factor. He had her fucking the men 
and going down on the women. He also had her bring the dog in sooner, 
making forced sex with the dog a regular feature. 

Catherine's lewd behavior, filthy language, and her bawdy stories never 
failed to bring about an orgy-like atmosphere in train compartments. 
Regardless of the mix of people, and the mix changed often as they 
traveled the whistle stop lines, the people responded. Several of the 
groups broke out in full-fledged naked orgies, and those that didn't 
participate, watched Catherine take on all comers, male and female, but 
always, John. Between the two of them, they left a trail of spent dicks 
and wet pussies from Pittsburgh to New Orleans. 

Catherine also turned her first trick on the train. John charged two 
bits for the first, because he wanted to take her from being a two bit 
whore to whore stardom. Five bucks became her usual and customary 
charge. In 1936, in New Orleans, five dollars for pussy was stardom.

After arriving in New Orleans, Catherine went to work selling pussy. 
The cheap hotel in New Orleans brought welcome relief. John presented 
Catherine as his daughter - Catherine Masterson. Those who knew John as 
Big John Masterson just smiled, but everyone else bought it, and they 
believed Catherine Masterson was a nasty little girl that put her 
father through hell to the delight of the staff and guests. The two 
planned a long stay, so they could not get too carried away with the 
game. The hotel was a home away from home for John. John told her, "A 
smart bird never shits in his nest." 

Catherine did not get to show her pussy very often. She had no 
intention of shitting in the hotel, but she got the idea. She showed 
her pussy in the room to a select clientele. John was not into street-
corner hustling or leaving Catherine alone with a client until he had 
been checked out. If marks were to put on Catherine's body, he'd put 
them there. No one wanted to piss off Big John Masterson.

Catherine earned one-hundred dollars and twenty-five cents in thirty-
eight hours, ending at nine P.M. the following Sunday. They had the 
small bills spread out in two piles on the bed. John gathered both, but 
entered Catherine's fifty dollars and twenty-five cents in his ledger. 
He told her a whore's first trick is customarily all hers.

Catherine was in a terrific mood when John placed the call to her 
mother, so John slapped her hard in the face, sending her sprawling 
onto the floor. Catherine sat up, tears flowing. "What did I do?"

"Just setting the mood, Catherine. You've just been through hell - your 
first week as a whore. That smile on your voice had to go."

Catherine smiled back through a frown. Her face hurt. They sat side by 
side on the bed. Catherine played with John's cock and her own cunt, 
eager to hear her mother's lusty voice again. Annabelle answered on the 
first ring, "Hello, John!"

"At your service. Have you had a change of heart?"

"If I did, I'd control it. Is Catherine with you?"

"Yes, she's right here, sucking my cock."

"Is she naked?"

"She's always naked, Annabelle. When we go out, she wears only an 
overcoat. I never know when an opportunity to pick up a quick buck 
might happen, but she's always ready."

"Has she made you any money, yet?"

"A little over two hundred."

"My goodness. What do you charge for her various services?"

"Two bucks for a straight fuck, three for an ass fuck. Blow jobs are 
two. Two fifty if they want her to swallow cum. The rough stuff is 
extra."

"Rough stuff?"

"Yeah, you know, slapping her around, pulling her cunt hairs out, 
beating her, mild torture, that sort of stuff. I allow anything that 
won't leave a lasting mark or an internal injury. I don't want anyone 
fucking up my gold mine."

"She earned you two hundred the hard way. You're a cruel master, John, 
but then I knew you would be. The poor thing must be miserable. I'll 
bet she wants her Mommy. Does she ever cry out for me?"

"Quite a bit. Between you and Jesus, it's a toss up."

"I am dying to speak with her. Don't worry, I won't console her. I'm 
sure you'll want to listen in. I'll make this good for you."

Catherine was bouncing up and down, then whispered , "Ask her about the 
boy. Ask her if she followed your orders?"

"Annabelle, first, did you fuck the kid?"

"Yes, John. Several times each day. Six times today, alone. I am 
following your orders to the letter. I am also following the spirit of 
your order, John. I came to the door stark naked when he delivered the 
milk the following morning. He was so startled. I stood in the open 
doorway with my arms out and my legs apart and said, 'Would you like to 
fuck me?' Did I do good, John? Is that how you want me to be, like a 
horny slut?"

"You did great, Annabelle."

"I am insatiable and so his he. Today was the first church service I've 
missed in six years. We fucked in my marital bed while the service was 
going on. He's seventeen and he loves to lick and suck my pussy. I 
adore having my pussy licked. He's a Cunnylicker through and through, 
and he fucks my ass, too. He fucks my pussy, and he loves to fuck me in 
the mouth. He also jacks off in my mouth while I swallow all of his 
virile young sperm."

"It sounds like you're having the time of your life."

"Oh, I am, John, and I owe it all to you. I am living a dream, and I am 
still going to heaven. I sucked my first cock, but I couldn't get it to 
go down my throat. That's one of the things I need to talk to Catherine 
about. I need to take cock sucking lessons from my daughter. Isn't that 
marvelous?"

"Here, talk to her."

"Mommy?"

"Catherine, how are you doing?"

"Mommy, I'm dying. They are killing me. I can't go on. I want to die. 
They hurt me so badly, Mommy."

"I know, sweetheart. They enjoy hurting you, don't they?"

"Yes, they love making me scream and cry."

"And I'm sure you scream and cry a great deal. You never were very 
brave about pain. I wish there were some way I could ease your 
suffering, but there isn't. I can't kiss it and make it go away, 
especially not if they're hurting you where I think they are. Mommy's 
can't kiss their little girl's cunnies, now can they? That is where 
they like to hurt you the most, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mommy. They torture my pussy. My pussy is so sore and swollen, 
all cut up and bloody. They pinch my clit in pliers and twist till I 
scream my guts out."

"That must hurt dreadfully. What else do they do to your poor little 
pussy?"

Catherine cupped the mouthpiece and said to John, "My god, she's 
getting off on my torture."

John said, "Then give her something to get off on."

"Catherine. Speak to me."

"I'm sorry, Mother. He pulled on my clit and the pain made me suck in 
my breath."

"I'll bet your poor little clitty is sore, isn't it, baby?"

"Yes. They stick needles deep into it. Sometimes, my clit looks like a 
pin cushion."

"Ouch...I'll bet they like to fuck you with those needles in your clit. 
Do they, Catherine? Do they fuck you with those needles in your clit?""

"Yes, Mommy, and my pussy lips too. The pain makes me pass out."

"I'm not surprised, but I'll bet you don't pass out right away. You 
feel those needles getting jammed deeper into your cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, and it is awful pain. You can't imagine how utterly excruciating 
that pain is."

"I would imagine you beg to die."

"I pray for merciful death but only pass out to be quickly revived into 
a hell on earth."

"Do they ever burn your pussy or your tits?"

"Sometimes, but they don't want blisters or ugly scars. Still, they can 
burn my pussy in many ways that won't make a blister. They heat up 
knives and spoons in hot water. They melt wax on my pussy. They put 
burning cigars very close until the surface begins to sear."

"What about your tits, Catherine? What do they do to your tits?"

"Terrible things."

"What exactly?"

"They pull my nipples with pliers, stick long needles through my tittie 
flesh; they whip them, smash them in big clamps, and they put their 
cigars out on them."

"What do your tits look like now, Catherine?"

"They look awful, all cut up and swollen with big blisters from the 
cigars. My nipples look like dried mince meat. It's awful what they do 
to me, and the reverend is the worst."

"What does he like to do, Catherine?"

"He likes to put strong clamps with teeth on my clit and pussy lips, 
then lead me around on a string tied to the one on my clit. I'm wearing 
one right now, and...Ahhhhhhh! Oh, Jesus! Please, don't yank. Please!"

Annabelle said, "He pulled the string, didn't he?"

Catherine was crying from another slap, and said, "Yes! I want to die, 
Mommy. Tell Jesus to take me."

"Catherine, you calm down! Stop acting like a baby. Jesus will take you 
when he's good and ready. Do not, I repeat, do not ever think about 
taking your own life. Suicide is a straight ticket to Hell. If you 
think you are suffering now, take your life. You'll see you had it 
easy. Catherine, be brave. Endure. You must. Suffering is the path to 
salvation, and you should welcome the pain. Don't expect any sympathy 
from me. If you ask me, the reverend is being too easy on you. A 
whore's life should be one of suffering and torture."

"Mother, how can you say that after what I've told you?"

"I can say that because that's how I feel. Whores should suffer on 
Earth and burn in Hell. The fact that you are my daughter makes no 
difference. Right now, you are a whore. I want you to suffer, and if 
you should die a whore, I hope you burn in Hell. You must earn your 
freedom in order to earn forgiveness and salvation. If you fail, it's 
your own fault. I am doing all I can to win your ultimate freedom and 
salvation; but in the meantime, while you are a whore, you will get no 
sympathy from me. Now that you know where I stand on the subject, maybe 
you'll stop your pathetic whimpering and trying to play on my 
sympathies. Put the reverend on."

"John here."

"Oh, John, that was exciting, but I don't want Catherine to hear what I 
have to say next. Maybe you should put her in another room so we can 
talk openly."

"All right. Hang on." John cupped the mouth piece and told Catherine, 
"Your mother is one sick bitch."

"No shit. How could my mother get off on my torture? She loves me. I 
know she does. Dig, John. Find out what she's getting off on and why?"

"I am just as curious as you are. Just sit still and be very quiet. 
Okay, here we go." John spoke into the phone. "Annabelle, I'm back. 
I've got her clamp string tied to the bathroom door knob. She's in the 
bathroom, up on her tip toes in deep agony."

"You're so cruel. You might rip her cunt out. What a picture? I just 
pictured Catherine lying on the floor in a huge pool of blood with her 
pussy hanging on the door knob, a little bag of bloody guts with skin 
and a tuft of hair at the top."

"Are those the kind of scenes you imagined after handing her over to 
me?"

"Yes, and those scenes still turn me on. I love hearing her tell me how 
you tortured her cunt and tits, how she suffered, how she wants to die 
rather than suffer more. When you jerked her string, that turned me on 
as well. Hearing her scream, beg, and cry turns me on. I'd like to 
share the fantasy I had driving home from the train station. I have 
some ideas for tortures that you might like to try on her. I like tit 
and cunt torture, the really bloody stuff, but I know you can't do too 
much of that and still turn a profit. I thought of some great ones, 
some that will still leave her in working order. We have to mine that 
gold, don't we."

"I can't wait to hear them, Annabelle, but first, I'm curious, I 
thought you loved Catherine. What's going on?"

"I do love her. I love her and I miss her terribly. This is all very 
strange and new to me. Before meeting you, I never entertained such 
thoughts. It's the devil at work on my mind, but I am protected thanks 
to you. This is great being able to indulge these thoughts without 
guilt and without sin. I suffered greatly before we had our talk. I 
thought it was me thinking those awful things and taking pleasure in 
them. When you told me you were a disciple of Satan, that explained 
everything."

"The best of both worlds, huh?"

"Yes, the very best of both. I have even better fantasies now. My 
favorite is where you keep Catherine for years, then when she's all 
worn out and useless, when it is time to release her as to our 
agreement, you slowly kill her while you have me on the phone, telling 
me every gory detail. You skin her alive and cut parts off her body, 
minor parts, like her clit, nipples, fingers, toes, eye lids, ears, 
lips, nose, and all the while, she's screaming, 'Mommy, he's killing 
me.' I can cum just thinking about it."

"And what would be your response if I did actually do that?"

"I'd be horrified, of course; but I am prepared for that reality. In 
the fantasy, I work with you, prying out details, suggesting what to 
cut off next. Basically, you are just doing what I ask you to do. In 
reality, I don't know if I could actually do that. We'll have to wait 
and see, won't we? Don't tell me you will kill her, because then you'll 
strip me of my incentive to humor you to win her release. Surprise me."

"I don't understand why you'd want her dead. You can't save her soul if 
she dies in my custody."

"No, but I tried. I did the best I could, right up to her last breath."

"What do you think you'd say to me after I told you she stopped 
breathing."

"What could I say? Talking further with you would be a sin. I'd hang 
up."

"The shows over; the devil wins another soul. Is that it?"

"That's life. It happens all the time. Heaven isn't crowded. Only the 
most righteous ever make it. Catherine never had that spark, that 
kinship with the holy spirit as I do. I knew the devil would get her 
sooner or later. I've been braced for that all along. I figure if she's 
going to go to Hell, she may as well start her suffering now. A few 
years added to eternity is nothing. Those of us who are saved enjoy the 
suffering of the damned. It is one of the few earthly pleasures we 
have."

"That makes sense. So, tell me about the fantasy you had driving home 
from the train."

"Well, it starts at the point when you pulled her to you, when you 
pulled her against your hard cock right in front of me, when you 
grabbed her pussy and squeezed her tit. I am shocked, just as I was 
shocked then, but instead of beating a hasty retreat, I stay. I want to 
confirm my suspicions that a minion of the devil really has Catherine 
in his clutches. You have no idea how I kicked myself for jumping, 
right when I was certain. I even hesitated at the door. That's why I 
hesitated; I wanted to stay and watch."

"Watch me rape her, or kill her?"

"Rape, torture, and slowly kill her in front of me."

"Interesting, so how does this evolve?"

"I say nothing to you about the way you are rubbing yourself on her 
ass, and I didn't in actuality. If you'll recall, I simply bit my lip 
when you began grinding your hard dick against her ass. I saw your dick 
get hard when you first set eyes on that lovely child of mine. My pussy 
got wet right then and there, and I'm sure you knew that. You saw the 
message in my eyes. I know you did, otherwise you never would have 
fondled her so brazenly in my presence. I'm right, aren't I?"

"Right as rain, but get to your fantasy."

"Yes, my fantasy. You move your hands between her legs and press her 
dress in tight to her cunt, saying, 'I can tell this girl needs 
disciplining right now. I can feel the devil in her, and I need to beat 
it out.'

"Now, I am certain. My attitude quickly changes. The devil has her, and 
she is doomed. I can see the pleasure your fingers are stirring in her 
virgin pussy, and your hard cock has put a gleam in her eye. She is 
enjoying my embarrassment, but my embarrassment is short lived. So far, 
this is just as everything happened. This is also where I gave you my 
consent then dashed off. In my fantasy, I smile to let you know that I 
will go along. Catherine sees my smile, and her smug grin dissolves."

"So far, I'm liking this very much. I can see you smiling."

"That smile said volumes, but you know what I'm thinking; you read my 
mind. I can feel you reading my mind and send the message, 'Is there 
some place we can take her? Someplace private and sound proof.' You say 
out loud, 'Follow me,' and lead us to a baggage car. With the power of 
Satan behind you, you twist off the lock with your bare hand and we 
enter. Now, we are alone, and you say, 'Strip her.'

"I tear her clothes off her body. She won't be getting dressed again, 
so I simply throw her clothes on the filthy floor. Catherine fights me 
and I slap her face repeatedly. When I get her naked, I hold her by the 
shoulders, facing you, then pin her elbows together to thrust out her 
breasts. I rest my chin on her right shoulder to better see her tight 
tittie flesh straining up in unholy offering.

"You come forward and bare your teeth. Your teeth are now pointed 
fangs, long and sharp, a yellowish green, and your mouth descends on 
Catherine's creamy right breast. I have to hold her firmly as I watch 
your fangs sink into her flesh. She twists, squirms, and tries to pull 
away. Her screams rattle the baggage car, but no one can hear. You bite 
off her nipple, chew it and swallow. You bite off the other one then 
drop to your knees and bite her cunt while I pull her back and kick her 
right foot out. She quivers in my grasp as your long bloody fangs sink 
deep in her tender pussy flesh. She's crying out, 'Mommy, why are you 
helping him? Please, Mommy, save me!'

"I say nothing as you stand and expose your hideous serpent-headed 
organ with soft, slimy green scales. I watch the serpent's head enter 
Catherine's pussy, then a foot of it's fist-thick body sinks in, 
ripping her cunt. Catherine passes out, but we revive her for the rest 
of her fucking. You then fuck her ass and her mouth while I hold her in 
the positions you require. She is delirious and cries constantly."

John said, "It sounds like you are describing our first fuck, but my 
cock has no scales."

"It did in my fantasy. Your cock transformed before my eyes. Once she's 
been fucked in all three holes, the torture begins. Again, I hold while 
you torture. Your fingers are claws that rip her flesh, and you bite 
her, tearing out chunks of her lovely flesh. I pin both arms behind her 
back and watch you eat her titties down to the bare ribs. You chew the 
pieces and spit them in her face. Your saliva coagulates her blood, so 
she doesn't bleed to death."

"We devils are crafty fuckers. Go on."

"You have me lie back on a few mail bags and pull Catherine over me on 
her back. I use my hands to pull her legs apart as you kneel to 
literally eat her pussy. She knows what is about to happen, and tries 
to shield her cunt, but you casually reach up and snap one arm, then 
the other. The sharp broken bones are sticking out of her triceps and 
her arms hang uselessly. And then you bite off her clit, move up, and 
kiss it into her own mouth. You return and begin biting off chunks of 
her pussy and swallowing them. Soon, she has a big cavity where her 
pussy once was. You've eaten her inner thighs and half way up to her 
belly button."

"We devils love a good pussy."

"And Mommies who serve up good daughter pussy. She is wide awake, but 
totally limp because you severed the tendons in her legs. This allows 
me to get up and observe from above. She looks a sight and it strikes 
me funny. I laugh, and she is horrified by this. She can't make much 
noise now, as she has screamed herself hoarse. Only a guttural sound 
escapes, but it conveys her agony. I can see her guts through the 
gaping hole between her legs, and kneel down to reach my hand inside. I 
can feel her heart beating rapidly, the beat transmitted through her 
innards. I clutch a handful of her innards and pull them out to show 
her. Her eyes open wide in horror."

"She probably thinks you're upset with her for struggling."

"Don't be cute, John. This is a good fantasy if you'll get into it."

"It is. I'm into it. Go on."

"You move up to her face, and I lie down beside her on my side, almost 
cheek to cheek. I hold her head by the crown and the chin as you close 
your fanged mouth over her nose. Her nose comes off with an awful wet 
crunch and leaves a bloody hole that gives her a hideous appearance. 
You tear her eyelashes off, leaving her big eyeballs forever staring in 
shock. You seal your mouth to hers as in a full kiss and come away with 
her lips, leaving all of her pearly white teeth exposed. You pull out 
each tooth with your fingers, then rip off her jaw. 

"Her tongue fascinates me. It is all out in the open, like a cow's 
tongue at market. I hold it like a cock, then pull hard while twisting, 
trying to pull her soft tongue off at the root. The tongue is too 
securely anchored for me, so you use one claw to start a tear at the 
base and it rips off in my hand. I want to keep it, and decide my cunt 
would be the perfect place to carry my daughter's tongue. You and 
Catherine watch me stand, hike my skirt, pull my panties off, then 
slowly feed Catherine's tongue into my pussy, tip first. My cunt is 
stuffed with Catherine's tongue, and I present my stuffed cunt to 
Catherine's eyes. That was the last sight Catherine ever saw, because 
you sucked her eyeballs out right after that."

"Bye bye, Catherine."

"No, not yet. I am amazed that she is still alive and still conscious. 
She feels everything, but can not make a sound. I hold her hands for 
you to chew off each finger, then do the same to her feet as you chew 
off her toes. We flip her over, and you begin eating her ass globes. 
While you do this, I take a packing razor and begin cutting strips of 
flesh from her back and thighs. Working together, we take her down to 
the bone, then flip her over and do the same to her front. She is still 
alive, but barely. You break her breast bone, open her chest, seize her 
throbbing heart in one clawed hand, and slowly squeeze until it 
bursts."

"Now is it bye bye?"

"Fuck yes! You ripped her heart out. You open a trap door in the floor. 
I can see the ties zipping by. We dismember her body and drop the 
pieces through the door. We leave a bloody mess and small bits of 
flesh, but no identifiable part of poor Catherine. Her body is two 
miles long, and her soul is burning in Hell. We go hand in hand to the 
dining car after stopping to wash up. While we eat, Catherine's tongue 
is still in my pussy. When no one is looking, I reach down and fuck 
myself with it, or draw her tongue through my slit like she is lapping 
my cunt. Well, how do you like my fantasy?"

"Imaginative. Weren't you concerned that I'd start on you next?"

"No, you have no power over me in that way. The Holy Ghost would strike 
you down, and you sense that. I am not afraid, and I would have no fear 
of meeting you in reality."

"Then we should meet. I think when it's time to release Catherine, you 
should be present."

"Order it, and I will be there."

"I may order you soon. Catherine's body can't last much longer."

"How soon?"

"Two, maybe three weeks."

"I can manage that. You liked my story, I can tell. You seem eager to 
release her. I think you'll like my current fantasy better. We take a 
full week to kill her. We use pliers, snips, and razors. We use fire 
and hot coals, and dine only on her flesh. You make me do most of the 
torture, and while she's still living, I must amuse you."

"I think we need to set a date."

"I was hoping you would."

"How about next Sunday in New Orleans?"

"Oh, you are eager, aren't you? I will be there, alone, of course."

"Be at the train station at ten A.M.. I will seek you out."

"John, I can't believe this is actually going to happen, but don't tell 
me what is going to happen. I will assume you plan to release her."

"I wouldn't buy her a ticket home if I were you."

"I wasn't planning to. You can't be trusted. John, bring Catherine back 
and hurt her for me. Hurt her bad. Cut something off, a toe or finger, 
but something."

"I'll chew her big toe off for you, but I'll have to gag her. Will that 
do?"

"Oh, yes, but place the mouth piece by her head. I want to hear her 
muffled screams while I frig myself off."

"I'll do that, but you'll want to hear her bones crunch, won't you?"

"Oh, God, yes. Place her foot over her face while you chew her fucking 
toe off. That way I get to hear both, and Catherine can watch her toe 
getting chewed off. Oh, I'm so excited."

John and Catherine went through the charade, then hung up after 
Annabelle had her climax. To simulate the crunch, John chewed the 
knuckle of a chicken bone. Annabelle's muffled screams were most 
effective. After the phone was set aside, Catherine said, "I don't 
believe what I just heard. I just don't believe it. I'm still shaking."

"So am I. That bitch is scary, Catherine."

"I feel like killing her. She's a monster."

"Your mother is sick, Catherine. We don't kill sick people. She needs 
help. This is way out of my league. I have no idea how to proceed."

"Well I do. I say we beat some sense into her and dump her nude body in 
an alley. Let her see how the Holy Ghost doesn't save her. I want to 
chew her god damned clit off."

"We're not beating or chewing, but we are going to have a long talk 
with her. I am going to release you. You can return with her, or follow 
me of your own free will. At least, she won't be having the best of 
both worlds. I say we make love to her, get her good and hot, then I'll 
release you, and release her from her oath in mid-fuck. After she has 
sampled the other side, lets see how strong her faith is."

"It's your call, John, but I will have a difficult time making love to 
her after what I heard."

"Not if you let the love show through and see her for the sick and 
twisted person she has become. There's still a lot of love in you for 
that woman, and she loves you. The power of love is stronger than Jesus 
or Satan."

"I thought Jesus was love."

"Read the Bible for yourself. It is the biggest piece of pornography 
that was ever written. That Bible created your mother and millions like 
her. Any philosophy that would condemn an innocent child to burn 
forever has nothing on Satanism. Christians and Devil worshipers are 
peas in a pod. They walk hand in hand to the dining car of life, but 
the Christian has the tongue of a child stuffed up her snatch, all the 
while thinking she's bound for glory."

"You know, Reverend John Cunnylicker is a good name for you. I think I 
just had a religious experience. I think I want to be your disciple. 
Yes, we'll form the First Church of Holy Love. Maybe Mother will be the 
high priestess."

                                                                * * *

John walked up behind Annabelle on the station platform, tapped her 
shoulder, then smiled at her startled reaction. Annabelle placed a hand 
on her wildly beating heart and said, "What a fright. I'm so edgy."

"Come, we have business to conduct." They walked a short distance to 
the hotel, and Annabelle talked non-stop of the ideas she'd had on the 
trip down. She told him she brought smelling salts and lots of iodine. 
She said, "Catherine hates having iodine placed on a scratch. If you 
intend to violate your word, and do something dreadful, the iodine will 
come in handy."

John humored her all the way to the room. Annabelle was on the verge of 
a climax when he opened the door to admit her to his torture den. 
Annabelle expected to find Catherine naked, bound spread-eagled to a 
bare metal bed frame, with needles in her cunt and tits, and her bloody 
stump of a toe on display. Catherine wore a sexy new dress and stood in 
high heels to receive her mother.

John ushered Annabelle inside, then bolted the door. Annabelle looked 
from Catherine to John and said, "What's the meaning of this?"

Catherine came to stand in her mother's face and said, "You look 
disappointed, Mother. I thought you'd be happy to see me. Don't I even 
get a hug?"

"I...uh...of course."

While Catherine received a half-hearted hug, John took Annabelle's bag, 
saying, "We won't be needing razors, smelling salts, and iodine. Your 
mother came prepared, Catherine. She brought a quart of iodine for your 
cuts."

"Mother, how could you want to torture me to death? I love you, and I 
thought you loved me."

"I...uh...oh my. I'm confused. John?"

"I lied. I'm not a devil worshiper. I'm worse. I'm an atheist."

"You lying bastard. You tricked me."

"Yes, but not as badly as you tricked Catherine. She listened in on 
every conversation we had."

"Mother, you are a wicked woman and a big hypocrite, but I still love 
you."

Annabelle covered her face in her hands and wept. "Satan put those 
notions in my mind. That wasn't me, Catherine. I swear, that wasn't 
me."

Catherine placed her arm around her mother's shoulder and stroked her 
hair, saying, "It doesn't matter, Mother. I'm not angry with you. You 
look very pretty. I like you in makeup. You're very sexy, too. John has 
a crush on you, did you know that?"

Annabelle slowly stopped crying and looked up. She wiped her eyes, then 
looked from John to Catherine, then back to John. "What are you going 
to do to me? Why did you lure me here?"

John stepped up and added his embrace to Catherine's. Together, they 
hugged and stroked the distraught woman as John said, "Catherine is 
telling you the truth, Annabelle. I was smitten by you. I agree with 
Catherine, you look very sexy."

"You lied to me. You encouraged me, egged me on to say those awful 
things. I committed adultery for you."

"You committed adultery for you, and you brought up that torture and 
murder shit. I couldn't shut you up once you got started. I was 
humoring you. That's all behind us now. It got you here. I hope you're 
not too disappointed that we won't be dining on Catherine this week, 
but we have great room service. They don't serve nipples or clits, but 
they make good burgers."

Annabelle had all the humiliation she could stand and abruptly held her 
head high in her classic holier-than-thou pose, saying, "I have nothing 
to apologize for or be ashamed of. The devil moved me, but the Holy 
Ghost would have intervened, and I knew he would. Still, I had to come 
prepared to follow through should the holy spirit decide that Catherine 
was not worthy of saving." 

Annabelle addressed Catherine saying, "I would have done everything I 
said, and more. Just thank your lucky stars that John, or whoever he 
is, isn't a minion of the devil."

"I do, and I know you'd humor the shit out of him if he were. Can we 
just forget about that. I hate discussing my slow death by torture. I 
want to see what you look like naked. John promised me I would."

Annabelle turned her eyes on John and said, "Oh, he did, did he? Well, 
I am not performing for anyone. And you, young lady, should get your 
mouth slapped."

"Mother, you still have to humor him. You gave your oath that you would 
until I am released. He hasn't released me yet."

Annabelle chewed that philosophical cud for a few seconds, then turned 
to John, saying, "She's right. My oath is still valid. Well, what are 
your orders?"

"Strip!"

"Everything?"

"Even your wedding ring. Hand it to Catherine so she can flush it down 
the toilet."

Annabelle twisted the ring from her finger and slapped it into 
Catherine's hand, saying, "I suppose this was your idea, too?"

"Yes. Father isn't good enough for you. You need a man like John." 

Catherine strode into the bathroom, and a loud flush followed. 
Annabelle was down to her slip and heels as Catherine entered. She 
removed the last of her clothing without fanfare or tease, then stood 
openly naked for their visual inspection. Her nipples stood arching up 
and puckered, and her clit poked far out from between her cunt lips. 
John and Catherine converged on her from both sides and four hands 
traveled reverently over her white, blemish-free skin.

Annabelle stood stoically under the maddening touches, but when 
Catherine's slender hand pressed to her fleshy cunt, Annabelle's knees 
weakened. John and Catherine led her to the bed and laid her limp body 
down on her back. They both stripped while she watched. John stroked 
his erection for Annabelle's eyes while Catherine parted her mother's 
knees and said, "Mother, you have a beautiful pussy. I want to kiss it 
all over. May I?"

"If it amuses John, go ahead. I can't stop you."

When Catherine pressed the first full-lipped kiss to her mother's cunt, 
Annabelle's legs fell out flat. When she licked, Annabelle swooned. 
Annabelle raised her head to peer between her widespread legs, 
marveling at the sight of Catherine's lovely face worshiping her beaver 
with long swipes of her tongue through the wet folds while her 
daughter's delicate fingers held the lips wide open. Catherine mashed 
her face full in her mother's spread, pressing her nose into the wet 
hole. Annabelle swooned and widened her legs.

Catherine moved up, locking her smiling eyes on her mother's wide open 
eyes, then settled her lips over her clit and sucked the fleshy nub 
into her mouth. Annabelle groaned as Catherine bobbed her head up and 
down on the slender shaft as thought sucking a baby's prick. Catherine 
sucked hard and shook the sensitive nub as her mother flailed her head. 

John knelt beside Annabelle's head and offered his cock to her lips. 
Annabelle opened and took him in, then sucked hard while lifting her 
cunt to wipe her wet pussy on Catherine's face. She humped and sucked, 
and made noises of passionate pleasure. After Catherine brought her to 
a powerful climax, John got between Annabelle's legs and entered her in 
one long smooth stroke. Catherine sucked and played with her mother's 
tits, then kissed her way up to Annabelle's face. They looked in each 
other's eyes as Catherine said, "You are beautiful, Mother, so sexy, so 
lovely and pure. It is an honor for me to suck your marvelous pussy for 
you. I would do that for you every day, ten times a day if you'd let 
me."

They fell into an open-mouthed kiss that quickly grew in passion until 
both tongues fought for space in each other's mouths. When the kiss 
ended, Annabelle said, "While I am sworn to humor John, and we are 
together, you can suck my cunt all day long if it amuses him. I won't 
stop you."

Catherine smiled and kissed her mother's nose, then said, "I didn't 
think you would. You want to save me."

Catherine turned on her side and assisted her mother in raising her 
head. Together, they looked down at the wide spread Annabelle offered 
John's plunging member. John held Annabelle up by the hips while on his 
knees. Catherine trailed her fingers to Annabelle's pussy and teased 
the lips and clit, saying, "I would never tire of watching John fuck 
your adorable pussy, Mother. I love watching you fuck. John's cock is 
the perfect match for your cunt, absolutely perfect. Much better than 
Father's little weany, don't you agree?"

Annabelle stared longingly at her aroused cunt as John poured the meat 
to her in long, deep strokes. She said, "Yes, I agree, Catherine. Your 
father's weany does nothing for my horny cunt. Did he fuck you, 
Catherine? Did your father ever fuck you?"

"No, but I'll swear he did if you want me to. I'll swear that he raped 
me every day, and that's why I ran away with John."

Annabelle swooned and cried out, "Oh, Lord. Oh, John, that feels so 
wickedly marvelous. Catherine, put that in writing. Tell the full story 
in case the reverend orders me to present that evidence to my husband, 
charging him with adultery and incest. I would not put it past the 
reverend to make me destroy my marriage. Oh, John, yes! Harder! Fuck me 
harder!" 

In mid-fuck, when Annabelle was thrashing her head, going for her cum, 
John said, "Catherine is now officially released, and you are free of 
your oath, Annabelle. You may both leave if you want. You decide."

Annabelle's eyes opened wide. She fought a huge internal struggle, then 
began fucking her cunt on John's cock, held steady at her opening. 
Catherine planted kisses all over her mother's face, imploring, "Can we 
stay and be whores for John, Mommy?"

"Yes, damnit, yes! Fuck me, John! Fuck my adulterous cunt, then fuck my 
whore daughter. Fuck Jesus! Fuck the Holy Ghost! Fuck God and Satan, 
too. Fuck everybody, but fuck me first!"
                                                                        
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John Stewart Masterson married Annabelle Maryweather on August 3, 1936, 
and lived happily ever after. Catherine is still a whore at seventy-two 
and back to fucking for five bucks a pop. Don't you just love a happy 
ending? 

The End

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practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with 
open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, 
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are 
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hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - 
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