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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 "FUCKING RELIGION" CJ (Cindy Jane Parker) part 3.
Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2000 00:10:08 -0400
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An offering of TxM6 if you pardon the pun.
Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction
http://www.txm6.com (updated 9/16/00)
http://www.txm6.com/enfer (updated 9/17/00)
http://www.txm6.com/lcfallon
http://www.farragher.com (Poetry updated 9/20/00)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.
More on CJ Parker and the Priest Father Tabby.
Cindy Jane Parker (CJ) Part III
Adventures in pure thought: "Fucking Religion"
My Old Pimp: Sire Joseph
"Daddy loves me this I know for the bible tells
me so."
What I remember about my father is Christ
suffering. Mama there too burning the cross
down, and handing me over to the devil with my
baby ass bottom raw and my mouth dry, hungry
watching my mother feed my sister. My mouth was
wet with old milk and I wanted new stuff. I
felt my own mouth and saw the pleasure of it.
Years later, I would get wet thinking of nursing
my father as I never did. Wanting an infant.
Demanding my mother to let me nurse again.
I saw Mama sucking Daddy. I said Milk. I said Moo
I started playing with my food and put some on my
lips and blew bubbles that daddy caught. Momma was
not pleased. Not pissed. She made sort of a half
smile and then put me to bed. I could hear them
doing stuff and I would creep out and catch them
hiding something and I was very upset. I regressed
there to this dream. I did it all. I found the place
in the back of my mind where it all lived. I was
caught by that pain in my ass when I felt it leave
Daddy would put me down and I would ache and bleed.
Years later, when men came in my mouth I would wash
the taste away with a container of milk I kept in my
purse. Sometimes the milk got sour. It tasted better
and I loved the curd and played with it as my tongue
danced around the heads of cocks. I loved the tip of
the prick and would edge the tip of my tongue inside.
My girl friend in HS would sleep together playing
with each other's cunts and navels, and kiss imagining
that a boy was there watching us. She told me how she
was nine when her brother showed her the tip of his
cock and the pee hold and spit at her yellow stain
as she called it. I wanted some from her and got it.
All this is background to Father Tabby. I was prepared
for him by him in all my sexual waking. I wanted it all.
I was tortured by him as I grew up wishing I could be
licked by all the faces that would pass me in the street.
I wanted all of it. I wanted the madness of it. I wanted
to feel the ache of that last scream when I started to
roll my hips back and forth. I must have been fourteen
and I felt my ass give way into my cunt and I was joined
between father and his brother and I was so warm and
hot I could not separate my mind from their fantasy.
I was lines of scum on the sheets. I saw my face there
in the peculiar winks of it all. I wanted to be joined
with them all my life and when Tabby came, I insisted
he show me the lines of his cum as a graph of pleasure.
2.
CJ had freelanced without a pimp for many years.
When her old pimp, Sire Joseph as she called him
got out of jail, he went right back to CJ. Man's
actual name was Joseph Fuller.
Joseph knew CJ would take care of him. Hookers
are lonely and rarely know anyone who will help
them feel less apart from themselves.
CJ had turned Joseph into the police, a fact
that Joseph suspected, but couldn't prove.
Like some pimps Joseph dealt drugs, but didn't use
them himself. CJ thought that Joseph would never get
out of jail, but Joe had good lawyers. Joseph didn't
know that if he hadn't made the deal, he would
be out not free and clear; the State Supreme
Court would have overturned the conviction.
3.
JOSEPH THE PIMP: Back Dancers and Shimmy Shoo
When Father Tabby met Joseph, he told CJ: "he'll
stop you from the memory of our salvation."
CJ couldn't resist Joe. I met him years before
Tabby she told the social worker who tried to
salvage her soul after she was almost beaten
to death by the Man Called Abel.
Joseph had dark brown skin, was handsome, and
articulate. "I love that word," CJ said.
He could and did make CJ do and perform whatever
demanded. Joseph had eyes that searched inside
the cataract of the Niles in her blood. It was
like the temptation she felt when she wanted
to touch her cunt but knew if she did she would
burn in hell. "Or would I burn if I didn't?"
CJ told the Priest. "I sometimes called Joseph
"Shimmy Shoo" like some rock queen "He twisted my
arm, and I would do get immediately wet. I did what
he said willingly more than I ever did for god or
you or my own cunt, Tabby. I never resisted. I just
followed his lips into my pussy pie, dividing the
sides like a divider from a drafting kit. I loved
the prick of the fork of the point in my nipples.
I loved to make them bleed in small puddles letting
the blood run down into a stream and then I would
suck it up on the tip of my tongue."
Joseph wanted more than CJ. He hated hookers who
just fucked like cold meat. He wanted them to
sing and dance and make him merry. He made them
laugh and he expected them to choke in Technicolor
when he fucked their throats. After the show he
took their money in the usual way and felt that
grift of the act of forcing someone by trickery
into giving up more than their skin. Joseph wanted
like Father Tabby did later, obedience.
When Joseph was in jail he had fucked several queers
in the ass. He protected one, and in return the girl
made up from boy would suck him off. Sometimes it
disgusted him, he would think of some Bitch while
the queen sucked, and when he came, he would kick
the crap out of the kid doing the job on his dick
and when she smiled with blood on her tit he would
find a way to make her grovel for more.
Three years without a woman can turn any robust
man into an ass fucker, Joe claimed. He never turned
like some cons do. "I never allowed my ass to become
woman. Two tough yard bird weight lifters one black
and the other blue tried. They beat the crap out of
Joseph. When they had his ass up ready to roll, Joe
told CJ, his pants and rep. were there in view,
one of the guards in Joe's pay locked the tier down.
Joseph couldn't believe the punishment they inflicted
on him and another convict thinking he had squealed.
CJ had a soft spot in her heart for pain so when Joseph
told her she wanted him more to make the pain less
for him and to feel what he ached in his balls.
They contracted when he told stories. "I loved sensation,"
CJ said. Joe told CJ he thought of her when he suffered.
She believed him. At least it was possible she
told herself. Joseph told her how he wanted her
under his hand pulling at his meat with her cunt.
CJ knew she had made a mistake when she wrote
Joe last year. She told herself she was curious
to know his whereabouts.
She didn't include her street address, but
Joseph found her. I couldn't resist the thud
of his fist on my inner thigh or my back. I
would feel the shatter of my teeth when he
smacked against my head . I knew I would do what he
said. I would have to convince him that I had to
stop doing drugs. He used drugs and sex to
control my life. Drugs brought me down, and then
when I came up, before more drugs, he would make
me come for hours until I had not memory but sex
and his special drugs.
Joseph never took drugs himself before prison.
Out of prison, he used them. I needed them there
he said to stay sane. "Easier to get drugs in
jail than on the street," he said. Just like you
do. You use your ass to get what you need, or if
you're lucky and a muscle man you beat people to
death to get what you need."
CJ started using again. Father Tabby knew it
immediately and stopped the source not her need.
The first time I fucked for money Joseph told
CJ. I liked grass, helped me reach another
memory. I became some whore for a pimp just like
you, he told CJ. I used my fucken ass like you
will as he fucked her there brutally every
night. CJ loved it and asked for more. I wanted
him to fuck my cunt. He refused. He never did
what I wanted so I told him to fuck my ass. He
didn't stop. He smiled and waved his finger in
my face and said "life is never that simple."
CJ knew that Joseph had turned when Joseph
brought this skinny bitch over and said she was
a new cunt in his stable. The cunt once had a
prick, he said like telling me to close the window
he was cold.
A skinny bleached blond named Rachel (formerly
Richard) was a postoperative transsexual with
two clits. Dr. did it as a joke with the extra
foreskin.
Rachel took her clothes off piece by part doing
a suggestive dance, exposing his breasts and the
scar that used to be his prick. Rachel said she
was going under the knife soon to have a real
cunt constructed from the lips and clits she
still displayed.
I loved it, CJ said. I swam in Rachel's pain and
in the look on Joseph's face when he saw me
fingering the woman. I turned Joseph on with my
double finger fucking of the bitch.
CJ looked around the room and not seeing Father
Tabby or Joseph, she lifted her legs, split them
apart, put a large dildo in her ass, and using a
large back of the hand Swedish vibrator she made
herself come several times leaving a leak of her
own ejaculate with every pulse.
Joseph discovered her at the last pulse, just
breaking into the bathroom when she told him to
leave her the fuck alone. She expected him to
hit her when he broke into her play. Instead he
got down on all fours and lick where she had
leaked asking not telling her to play with his
hair while he licked up her come and pee. I
never came harder CJ told Father Tabby. Father
Tabby was jealous. Only time it ever happened.
Getting back to the TS. I liked his soft scar
(made up cunt) and tiny tits. I loved it when he
let me suck on it. Taking drugs for breasts,
when I was getting ready for the cut, he
explained I couldn't get hard, but now I have
this wonderful deep full feeling that my ass is
my cunt and my cunt is another hole to be filled
with as much shit as can be stuffed.
After a few months of fucking Joe and Rachel,
Joe was arrested selling drugs. Rachel left town
leaving me alone, and I missed them both. Before
Rachel left she told me she was an undercover
Nark. What weird dedication, I replied. She
said, no it was easy. I always wanted to be
fucked by big He-men, and now I can do it and
not lose my job.
In any case, because of the entrapment, Joe
bargained the plea down to five years (serve
three). I got lost in the streets. No more
pimps. No protection. It was hard. Had to stay
out of the city. Work the bridge and tunnels.
Pimps there too, but not as organized and
besides I was skinny, and looked dead from the crack.
Father Tabby found me just in time. I knew it. I
wanted to sleep, and he let me. He protected me.
Of course, I knew what he wanted. Salvation,
he called it. We all have our games to play, and I
realized he was a good man. He did get me off
drugs, and then Joe got out of jail on parole.
Father Tabby was the first man to make me come
since Joseph never did. Tabby did it just like
my Daddy did when I was a girl. I liked faking
it for Daddy too at times. "Fun to know you hold
the cards."
Joseph thought he was such a stud. "I never came
for him until he turned queer. Life is funny,
right?"
Actually, CJ said, easily to Rachel once.
Honey, if you know what is best, you never tell
the truth about orgasm. You know how to fake it
and do. Just never tell anyone the truth that
you lied about it. They will never truly believe
you when you actually do. Well, that is if they
are ass hole men, they won't. Any woman applying
her mouth to a cunt will know the truth.
Before Father Tabby when I worked with another
woman as a show for Johns she almost came, and
once, when alone, in bed with this silky black
woman with small breasts and long legs, she
came, as the woman sucked her off. She did it
over and over and I came every time. I didn't
know it then but the woman was Father Tabby in
his other form Christ Tina.
CJ thought she had turned but then I met the
Priest as the Priest and saw my father in his
eyes when my real daddy would diddle me while he
jerked off.
Joseph symbolized what I never wanted but
couldn't resist. CJ discovered that she, Daddy's
little girl had a hardon for God, she dreamed.
God loved Mommy as well as Daddy and me. Joseph Too.
Tabby surprised the pimp fuck. He got in
Joseph's face, told him to leave me the fuck
(his exact words) or he would report him to his
parole officer. Joseph didn't give a shit and he
reached out to grab Father, but there was nothing
there: just space. Joseph freaked. He ran from the
room clawing at the illusion of blood that drained
down his arm.
What can I do if there's nothing to hit. Father
Tabby said it was all a mind game, and I should
pay it no mind. I knew differently. One night,
when he came in my mouth, I reached up, my mouth
was sucking, playing with intangible balls, and
then the air hit my mouth, and breath, and
longing, and I came with my fingers furiously
tangled in my clit, and Father Tabby smiling,
his collar on the table, his cock as long as a
snake, and I was cut up into little pieces on
his plate, as Eucharist.
No, I felt him come in my mouth. It leaked, and
drifted down my chin on my breasts, and Father
Tabby reached down and played with my hair like
Mother did, and I reached up and his breasts
covered me, and I was a finally a mewling infant
at her breast.
Tabby (not the cat) satisfied. Yes, I had one of
those too: pure white with a black curl like a
feather as a pattern on his nose. I didn't have
his balls removed. One day I cam home and they
were gone. "Some animal freak did it," Father
Tabby said. He really looked pissed but I knew
he was full of shit. When I questioned him about
it, he blew me off, if you pardon the expression.
His "second explanation": some great spirit had
done it. He was the mal-factor, of course. Father
Tabby didn't like that I would play with feline
balls while the cat I named "Priest" nibbled
the butter off my nipple.
Father Tabby and I had a marvelous time
together. I wasn't really pissed that he had
Priest made into a castrati. After all, the cat
could only meow when I fed him my nipple wet
with milk. He should have been able to scream at least.
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