THE CULT LEADER'S SEXUAL SATISFACTION

BY WEIRDWRITTER

WARNING: This story and all parts involved, contains disturbing and graphic sexual content involving the rape of young boys, and girls, along with toddlers. This material contains extreme violence, and bondage of the children.

[ part 1 ]

"Oh, there is my sweet child of the evening," I said to myself I as walked past nine-year-old Sara. "Her mother had taken real well care of the child. But, later my sweet child, you will belong to me. Yes, little tonight you will become my mate."

Sara watched as the man talked to himself, as he smiled at her.

In away she felt fearful of the man, but her mother told her there was nothing to be afraid of. She learned that I was their leader, and someday that she would him. But, still something made Sara feel unsettle whenever she seen the man.

"Sara" her mother called out to her. "Time for you to get ready to go out."

"Coming mother," yelled Sara as she ran towards her home.

Sara was eager to being going out with her mother tonight. Earlier her mother told her that they were going somewhere special, and that she needed to be dressed extra well for the occasion. So when Sara walked in her home, she rushed upstairs, taken a shower, and put on a white dress her mother had bought just for the night.

"Oh my dear daughter," her mother said in tears as Sara walked down the steps. "You have grown up so beautiful. Just look at you."

Sara could not understand why her mother was crying at the sight of seeing her. She didn't know that tonight she was to be handed over to the very man who has been leering around the area. "Mother, why are you crying?" questioned Sara.

"Oh, I am sorry, sweetheart," her mother said. "It is just that you have grown up so much. And I wish you were still my little girl."

"I am your little girl, mommy," stated Sara in her youthful voice. "I might be the oldest of my three sisters, but I am and always will be your little girl."

"Yes, my daughter," said her mother once again she began crying.

"You will."

Sara and her mother finished preparing for their special night out then left the house. First her mother had taken her to her favorite restaurant, then to the mall. There, she Sara all new clothing mostly dresses. But what got Sara by surprise was when her mother purchased a locket, and put a picture of herself, and Sara's sister in it.

"This will help you remember us," her mother said putting the necklace around Sara's neck. "I love Sara."

"Mom, what is going on?" asked Sara. "It sounds as if you are leaving me."

"Come Sara, and seat here," her mother told her. "There is something I need to tell you."

Holding her mother's hand, Sara walked over to a bench with her mother. They sat down side by side, her mother still holding her hand.

"Sara, there is a time in life when a child must leave her home," her mother began. "And for you, it is tonight. You see when you were born your father and I had made an agreement with our leader, that when you reached the age of nine, you would become part of our kingdom.

By being a part of the kingdom, you will be moved into the palace with out leader, and reside with him, and his wives. Then, after two days, you will become the leaders wife, too."

"No," Sara said, covering her ears. "I will not."

Sara knew what it meant to become the leader's wife. She had heard stories from her classmates of how their sister had became a member of the leader's family. The way the leader would force the girls to have sex with him, and become pregnant. Sara didn't want anything to do with it.

"But, Sara," her mother attempted to plea with her. "You must.

If you don't, he will take you and your sister, then kill your father and me. Please Sara, do what we have agreed to. Protect our family."

"How could you do this," asked Sara? "How could you agree to send me to a child rapist, who uses little girls to birth his children.

I am sorry mother, but I will not." Sara got up off the bench, run away from her mother.

Sara found herself hiding under a wood bridge that connects the upper class part of the village, to the scum part. She wanted so badly to go home, where she was warm, feed, and taken care of. But she knew if she did, her parents would force her onto the leader. So she thought about hiding out in the slums, thinking that the leaders police force would not look. She was wrong.

"So, you are Sara," I asked of her? "It seems you have gotten yourself in a little bind. But don't worry, I will be easy on you. As a matter, I have some people who would like to see you."

I summoned an officer to bring in the girl's family.

Sara eyes grew wide, as she saw her mother, father, and three sisters walk into the room. They were chained, foot and hands. Sara ran over to them, trying her damnedest to free them. But, as she did, the officer shoved Sara to the floor.

"Child," I began saying to her. "Your mother and father, along with your sisters are going to punished for what you have done. Then, they will be released."

"Please, sir," Sara begged. "Please. Do what you want with me.

Just don't hurt them."

"It is to late child," I said to her. "Your little disappearing act as cost me some precise time. Time that I fear that must be paid back."

"No, please no," Sara cried. "Please, I am sorry."

"I am sure your are," I said. "But that doesn't make up for the time."

Sara hurt inside for her family. Now she wished she had listened to her mother's warning that the leader would bring hurt to the family if she had refused. Now that she was seeing them chained like slaves, her heart filled with pain.

"Take the mother and father to the camp," I said to the officer standing over the family. "Leave the girls here with their sister."

In a snapping jester, the officer pulled on the chains that held Sara's parent, walking them out of the room. Sara just stood there, watching, as her parents were lead away. It was then, that tears formed in her years. "I am sorry," she attempted to tell them, but her words never left her mouth.