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This is all five chapters of The Sacrifice, completing the series.
The Sacrifice
Part 1
by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>
The sound of children laughing and playing filled the air. The warm sun
shone brilliantly against the clear blue sky. A cluster of colorful
balloons floated lazily in the air.
"Lookit how big he is!" Tommy shouted as pointed across the barrier
toward the elephant. He stood up on the bottom rung of the fence to get a
better look.
"Yeah! He's as big as yer mom!" Billy teased.
"Hey, cut it out!" Tommy shouted, giving Billy a wack on the shoulder.
"Yer mom's bigger!"
Sister Anne was oblivious to the schoolyard drama unfolding around her.
Her eyes were fixed on little Julie. She was licking an ice cream and
laughing with her friends. Sister Anne's thoughts drifted back to her own
tragic past. Oh, how Julie reminded her of her own beautiful Perdita. She
was about Julie's age when... when it happened....
A terrible sense of loss welled in Sister Anne's chest. She felt the
tears threatening to flow again. A sudden blow to her thigh brought her to
her senses. Tommy had swung at Billy and missed only to slug Sister Anne
firmly in the leg.
"Boys!" The shrill sound of her voice froze them in their tracks.
"Anymore horseplay and you'll spend the rest of the field trip sitting on
the bus, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sister Anne," they said sullenly in unison.
As they moved to the next exhibit, Sister Anne couldn't take her eyes
off Julie. It was a terrible idea for her to return to teaching, but what
could she do? She already had the credentials and the experience. It was
only logical for the Order to give her this assignment. She had taken a vow
of obedience. She couldn't refuse and she had no reasonable argument that
would persuade her superiors into changing their minds.
Being close to children... it broke her heart. Every time she looked at
Julie's long, golden locks, her baby blue eyes, her brilliant smile... she
could only think of Perdita. Oh how she missed her!
Little did Sister Anne know, she too was being watched.
He kept his distance. He didn't want to draw attention. It was the
little girl who caught his eye. That Catholic school uniform was
irresistible. That little skirt hiked up high, the white stockings, that
tight little blouse pulled tight against the tiniest little breasts just
starting to bud -- it was a wet dream come true. A gust of wind shot
through the crowd blowing up Julie's skirt. His heart skipped a beat. He
felt his cock swell as he fixed his eyes on her hemline. Yes! The wind was
just enough to give him a view of her tight little bubble butt wrapped in
white panties. He could even make out the printed pattern of strawberries
on her underwear. He had to have her.
That's when he noticed her chaperone. The wind was still gusting. It
blew up Sister Anne's uniform revealing her perfect legs. Black nylons
hugged them as the wind opened her dress giving him an amazing view. His
eyes worked their way across her tiny waist, up to her beautiful c-cups.
The wind pressed the material of her uniform tight against her skin. A tiny
lock of blond hair peaked out from the top of her veil. She was young, thin
and absolutely lovely. He wanted her. He wanted them both.
***
"17, 18, 19... wait... no, 18 -- I counted Tommy twice... HOLD STILL
CHILDREN!" Sister Anne bellowed at the top of her lungs. Silence fell
across the bus. She counted again. "16, 17, 18.... 18!" One child was
unaccounted for. She scanned the faces on the bus. "Julie! Where's Julie?
Has anyone seen Julie?"
"Is that her over there, Sister?" Sally pointed across the parking lot.
In the distance, it looked like a little blond girl was wandering off into
the wooded area of the neighboring park.
"Stay here children," Sister Anne ordered as she got off the bus.
"Julie! Julie!" she shouted in panic. It was happening again! No! Not
again! "JULIE!!!"
She ran across the parking lot and bounded into the woods. "Julie!
Julie!"
A sharp pain shot through the back of her head. Lights flashed before
her eyes. She felt the cold hard earth slam into her face as she fell. Then
darkness....
***
Mildew. Dust. Musty.
Stale odors filled her nostrils as Sister Anne slowly regained
consciousness. Her head throbbed. She felt an ache that coursed through
every muscle in her body. For a moment she thought of Phillip in his last
days as he lay in the hospital bed. Grief had robbed him of the will to
live. He simply wasted away. The weight of his mortal body was all that
anchored his soul to this world. He lay there day after day under the
weight of his own failing body, just waiting... waiting for death.
But she wasn't dead. Sister Anne opened her eyes. Where was she? She
lay on a musty old cot. She could hear the intermittent drip of water. The
smell of dust and mildew saturated the air. A basement. She was
unmistakably in a basement. She tried to get up. The pain in the back of
her head throbbed with every beat of her heart. She felt the blackness
threaten to return and quickly abandoned her attempt to get up. She looked
at the cracking concrete wall in front of her. She managed to gather enough
strength to roll over.
In the distance, she saw the figure of man sitting across the room from
her. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to shake off the salt crusts that
blurred her vision. He was a bit overweight... flabby... and balding. His
features were just a bit crooked giving him an unnatural look. It looked
like he was missing a front tooth. His white shirt was wrinkled and dirty.
The collar was stained yellow as were the underarms.
"You're awake," he said. He got up and approached her. "Can you sit up?"
Gently, he helped her to a sitting position. Despite his
non-threathening demeanor, his presence repulsed her. His every movement
was preceded by a nauseating stench of body odor. His hair was greasy and
his breath was absolutely foul. He had a disgusting sheen of sweat that
never seemed to dry giving him a wet, greasy look.
"Drink this," he said as he offered her a warm mug. "You took quite a
fall. I was worried. There wasn't much bleeding, but you're going to have a
nasty bump back there."
"Who are you? Where are we?" Sister Anne asked groggily as she
collected her senses.
A crooked smile grew across his face. Sister Anne turned away as she
couldn't stand the sight of his filthy teeth.
"I'd like you to call me Earl, Sister Anne," he said.
How did he know her name?
"And where exactly are we, Earl?" she asked, eyeing him over her
steaming mug.
"You're new home, Sister," he said nonchalantly.
"I beg your pardon," she asked.
"This is always hard at first, but you'll get used to it," he said.
"Look around. See this room."
Earl got up and spread his arms wide to get her to look around. It was
a tiny space, more like a prison cell than a room. There were no windows
and only a single, foreboding door. The only furnishing was her cot. Over
in the corner was a hole in the ground that looked like an open drain pipe.
"This is your home for now, Sister. This is where I'm going to keep
you."
"Keep me?"
"Yeah, that's right," he said. His mood was hard to gauge. He wasn't
threatening or angry. He was calm, even a bit giddy. "You see, I guess you
could say I'm a kidnapper. I've done it so many times, I'm used to it now.
I kidnap girls, women, anyone I want. It's like shopping!"
"Kidnap people for... for ransom?" she asked.
Earl laughed out loud! "If only! No, I'm afraid it's much worse than
that, Sister. You're here for sex. You're here because I want you for my
very own sex slave."
"So, you're a kidnapper and a rapist," she said in an accusing tone.
"Oh, I don't rape women," he said. "Everything is consensual. If you
don't want to have sex, we don't have sex."
Sister Anne stood up and looked around. The door was steel with a
series of deadbolts that locked into a metal frame. There was a small slot
on the bottom and the top.
"You can't seriously expect me to consent to have sex with you, Earl,"
she said handing over her empty mug. "Or anyone else for that matter."
"Oh you'd be surprised what people are willing to do after a few days
without food," he said with a smile. "But I suspect it won't come to that
with you."
Earl headed for the door. "See you in a couple days, Sister." The door
slammed shut behind him.
***
"What do you mean you lost her?"
His voice was booming. A mixture of anger, disbelief and desperation
filled him. "She's a big girl, Lara. You can't just 'lose' her. Where's my
little girl? WHERE IS SHE?!?"
Sister Anne bolted up from the bed. The image of Philip's angry face
still lingered, fresh in her mind even now as the dream began to fade. She
staggered to the hole in the floor and relieved herself. Her stomach
protested loudly as the hunger pains began to set in.
Contrary to her worst fears, Earl wasn't starving her... not really.
After two days of no food, he began to slide a bowl of cornmeal mush
through the bottom slot on the door, once a day... every day. He never
opened the door or spoke to her except to demand her empty bowl back.
She lay back on her bed. Where was Julie? Was she here? She thought she
had run out of tears, but they returned in streams that ran down her
cheeks. She lay there crying, lost in thought for what seemed like hours.
A series of clicks woke her from her stupor. The door swung open. It
was Earl. He wheeled in a cart with a couple of pots and assorted junk.
Sister Anne immediately noticed a bucket of water and a bar of soap. He
handed her a bundle of clothes.
"Try these for now," he said. He wasn't as gleeful as he was that first
day. He was serious, business like.
Sister Anne held the garment against her. The size was right. It was a
nun's uniform, but not from her order... in fact.... she examined the veil.
It wasn't even real. "Is this... is this a Halloween costume?"
"It's the best I could do," he said. "It's only temporary while I wash
your clothes. Hurry up and change."
"A little privacy, please," she said weakly. She was too tired and
hungry to put up a fight.
Earl just laughed. "Oh, Sister! You still don't get it do you?" He
fondled the hardon that was growing in his pants. "Of course, like I said,
everything we do here is consensual. I tell you what -- you give me a
little show and I'll...."
Earl opened up a pot on the cart. Beef stew. Hot. Steaming. Delicious.
"I'll fill your bowl."
Oh, God, she wanted it. She wanted it so badly. "What... what if I
don't?"
"Well, then that's your choice, Sister," he said. "I'll take back the
soap and water and I'll see you in a few days. What do you say?"
Sister Anne stood frozen. She stared at the slovenly man before him. He
looked like he hadn't changed his clothes. His odor repulsed her... but all
he wanted was to look. That... that wouldn't even violate her vows. And she
was hungry... so hungry....
She dropped her gaze to the floor. Tears began to run down her
cheeks... "No," she said meekly.
True to his word, Earl took everything. The soap, the clean clothes,
the food.... The door closed behind him. Sister Anne threw herself on the
bed and cried as the sound of dead bolts locking marked his exit.
***
The only source of water was a trickle that ran down the basement wall.
Sister Anne had learned to press her cheek against the wall and let it fill
her mouth. About three days had passed. Sister Anne's face was pressed
against the wall as she desperately tried to relieve her thirst. The sound
of the metal sliding door opening made her heart leap.
"Bowl!" Earl demanded.
Sister Anne rushed to the door and presented her bowl. It was returned
to her with plain, cold oatmeal. Nothing ever tasted so delicious.
Earl fed her every other day. Sometimes, every three days.
"Bowl!"
"Earl, there was a girl with me at the zoo, Julie, do you know what
happened to her?"
"BOWL!" he demanded angrily. She handed him the bowl.
"Please, Earl! I'm begging you! Is Julie alright?"
The sliding door slammed shut.
Two days later the sound of deadbolts cascading open made Sister Anne
jump to her feet.
Earl entered the room again pushing his cart. Sister Anne eyed the pot
on top. Was it food? Please, let it be food.
"This is a little bit better than last time," he started. He handed her
another bundle.
It was a robe, a veil, a tunic... real ones this time. Where did he get
them? At another place and time, she might have cared. She didn't.
"Now, how about that show?"
Sister Anne didn't waste any time. She let her robe drop to the floor.
She pulled off her filthy panties. She didn't hesitate to reach around her
back and unbuckle her bra. She avoided his gaze as she slipped off the
shoulder straps. For a moment, she held the loose bra against her chest.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What was she doing? But she was
hungry. So hungry....
She could hear Earl unzip his fly. She could make out the unmistakeable
sound of masturbation. She cringed.
She was just making it worse by hesitating, she decided. She let the
bra drop to the ground revealing her beautiful, pert breasts. Earl nearly
blew his load when she bent over to yank off her panties. Her gorgeous
breasts hung pendulously before him as she stepped out of her underwear.
She threw the bundled panties at him.
"Oh, yeah, that's my girl!" he said as he stroked his throbbing cock.
She didn't know what made her do it. Sister Anne's eyes darted to his
crotch. He was thick and about average or slightly above in length. He was
uncircumcised. He must've been at his full length as he stroked himself.
His size frightened her. She knew what he wanted from her. A chill ran down
her spine.
"You're a good girl, Sister," he said again. "I know I promised that I
would reward good behavior." He opened the pot and threw a hunk of roast
beef at her. She swallowed it like a ravenous dog. Earl just laughed.
"That's my girl," he said. "Give me your bowl."
She handed him her bowl and he scooped up just a tiny bit of broth and
a couple small potatoes and carrots. Sister Anne inhaled it. It was just a
tease. She could eat that whole pot, she was so hungry!
"Do you want more, Sister?" he asked.
"Yes, please... PLEASE!" she begged.
"Well, that's all you get for just a show," he said. "If you want more,
you need to pay for it."
"Pay for it? How?" she asked. "Please, tell me how!"
Earl let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "I was
hoping you'd say that."
He walked close to her as he unbuttoned his shirt. She barely noticed
his stench now. Earl fondled her breasts. "God, I love these," he said. He
pressed his cock against her bare thigh, enjoying the softness and warmth
of her body. He pulled her close to him, pressing her breasts against his
greasy chest.
"Earl... please," she started to cry. "I... don't...."
"Shhh..." he shushed her. "It will be over soon, and then you can wash
up and eat."
Earl forced his lips against hers. His tongue forced its way into her
mouth and he kissed her passionately, driving his tongue deep into her
throat. His cock rubbed up against her thigh as he humped her leg.
Earl broke their kiss. He smiled his crooked smile at her. She felt
disgusting. He licked her face and laughed. Then he kissed her neck. He
kissed his way across her throat, her collar bone, down to her breasts.
"God, I love these so much," he said. "You are so beautiful." He took a
nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily. Sister Anne just cried as she
tried to deny the tingling and the warmth that filled her body.
Earl sucked her nipple to hardness then moved to the other breast. He
sucked her eagerly, reveling in his new plaything. His hand made its way to
her crotch and he fondled her pussy. His fingers worked their way inside
her and coaxed her juices to flow.
"I need to be inside you, Sister," he said. "Get on your back and
spread your legs."
"Earl... please,"... she started.
"DO IT NOW!" he ordered angrily. "Or I will lock this door and I won't
come back for a FUCKING MONTH! Do you want that? DO YOU?"
Tears streamed down her face. "I can't Earl.... please, go." She
couldn't bear to face him. She kept her eyes shut and covered her breasts
with her arms.
"You ungrateful bitch," he said. "I'm warning you! I'll do it! I'll
lock this door and forget about you. This is your last chance!"
"Go," she said quietly. "JUST GO!"
Earl gathered up the clothes. "You're not getting these back," he
shouted as held her robe bundled in his arm. He wheeled his cart out and
slammed the door behind him.
How much longer could she resist? He was going to break her. It was
only a matter of time. Why did she send him away? Why not just get it over
with? It's not breaking vows if it's rape... but that's just it... he
wouldn't rape her. He was going to make her consent. She began to sob. The
truth is.... No! It wasn't the truth. It wasn't! She didn't want it! He
repulsed her! He was filthy! Repugnant! Disgusting! His cock was... she
couldn't stop thinking about.... No! She didn't want it! She didn't!
***
Two days later the little sliding door opened. To her surprise, Sister
Anne's bowl was filled with oatmeal -- hot this time. The bowl was followed
by her clothes -- with new underwear and everything -- cleaned and neatly
folded. She quickly got dressed. A few minutes later, she heard the dead
bolts unlocking.
"You're a tough one, Sister," Earl said smiling. He laughed a little.
"I have to admit, no one's ever lasted this long. But I like that. I like a
challenge. Come here." He waved her out the door, smiling. Sister Anne
hesitated. "It's okay. C'mon!"
She followed him out of the room. She had never seen what lies beyond
that door. Was he letting her go? She was shocked to see a hallway lined
with steel doors like hers as far as she could see in the dim, flickering
lights. He led her to another room. There was a battered couch and a cart
with a TV and VCR.
"Sit, sit," he said as he closed the door. "I want to show you
something."
He hit the "Play" button. A burst of static was followed by the
black-and-white video from a surveillance camera. It was a cell, like hers.
There was a little bunk, a hole in the floor for a toilet... but this room
was nicer. There was a small carpet, a bookshelf, some toys scattered about
and... and... a little girl...
"JULIE!" Sister Anne shouted. She leapt from her seat. "Oh, God,
Julie...." tears ran down her cheeks. She felt her heart rise to her throat
as the feeling of guilt overwhelmed her. "It's all my fault that you're
here, Julie," she thought to herself.
"She's a sweet little thing, isn't she?" he said to her.
"You evil, sinful man!" she shouted. "You devil! You... you...."
"Oh, relax, Sister, relax!" Earl said. "I haven't touched her. In fact,
I've treated her much better than I've treated you... but that can change."
He winked at her.
"Tell me, Sister, how long do you think it would take me to break her?"
He smiled. She hated his smile. She wanted to bash his face in. "Aw, hell,
why am I asking you for? I know full well from experience that she won't
last more than a week...! Just think, one week from today and I'll be
dumping my load in that sweet little ass."
Earl's cock grew hard at the thought. He began stroking it through his
pants. He licked his lips as he stared at the screen. His eyes fixated on
the pretty blonde girl in front of him.
Sister Anne dried her tears. She collected herself.
"I want food and a bath, before and after," she started. "I also want
fresh sheets for that bed, clean water to drink and I want to see Julie --
NOW."
Earl walked close to her. His cock was pitching a tent in his pants. He
pressed it against her thigh. "You'll get the food, the bath, the water and
the sheets," he said. "But the girl... I'll let you see her in a couple
days after you and I have gotten to know each other a little better." He
took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to look at him as he
smiled.
Sister Anne refused to meet his gaze. She turned her head to the side.
"I'll see her today... after we... we..." she didn't finish her sentence.
"Tomorrow," Earl said. "Final offer."
"Done."
"How 'bout we kiss on it?"
Without saying a word, Sister Anne pressed her face to his. She opened
her mouth and kissed him passionately. She was doing it for Julie, she told
herself as she explored his mouth with her tongue. She wrapped her arms
around him and pulled his head into hers. She pressed her leg into the
throbbing member that threatened to tear a hole through his pants. She was
keenly aware of how aroused he was. It was Earl who broke the kiss, but
Sister Anne quickly put her mouth over his and started it anew. Her tongue
eagerly lapped the foul taste of his stale, festering mouth. Her hand
reached down and squeezed his cock, eager to sample its stiffness. Sister
Anne drew her mouth to Earl's ear.
"Hurry up with that food," she whispered. Then she turned her back and
returned to her cell.
When Earl arrived she was already naked and waiting for him. At the
last minute, she decided not to remove her veil. Like a hungry animal, she
wolfed down three bowls of soup and two bottles of water.
Earl watched her hungrily. He undressed himself as she ate, then he
held his cock in his hand, squeezing it as waited for the sweet reward for
his patience.
Sister Anne looked up at him as she licked her bowl clean. He flashed
her that smile she had learned to hate. "Get on your knees," he ordered.
Sister Anne knew what was coming to her. She had long accepted her
fate. Without further prompting, she took Earl's cock in her hand and
squeezed it gently as she pumped him. Now, Sister Anne had been a prisoner
for weeks with no chance to bathe or wash, but Earl... Earl had no such
excuse. He was just a filthy man. His entire body reeked of sweat and BO.
His cock was just as filthy. The odor of stale urine emanated from his
crotch. Sister Anne took the filthy cockhead into her mouth and sucked. She
pulled off and gently pulled the foreskin back only to reveal a crust of
funky white fungus around the base of his head. Sister Anne closed her eyes
and licked it. She licked the rim of his cock an lapped up the disgusting
smegma. She had to consciously stifle the urge to vomit.
"That's it, baby," Earl said grabbing her head in both hands. "Suck me."
Sister Anne silently obeyed. She took his cock into her mouth and
sucked. Earl began pumping his hips, thrusting his rod into her face. He
shoved his cock across the roof of her mouth and into her throat. He began
face fucking her more forcefully. He grabbed her head and pulled her onto
him, shoving the length of his shaft down her gullet.
It was too much. She had just gorged herself after days of near
starvation. Earl grabbed her head and rammed into her. Sister Anne's nose
pressed against his mound of pubic hair. The disgusting odor of urine
burned her nostrils and stung her eyes.
An uncontrollable urge to vomit overwhelmed her and she began to puke.
A spray of hot vomitus engulfed Earl's cock and covered his stomach. It was
warm, almost burning. His cock was bathed in burning stomach acid. Chunks
of partially digested beef and potato became tangled in his pubic hair.
Earl just kept fucking.
"Oh yeah baby! FUCKING TAKE IT WHORE!"
Sister Anne choked and gagged as Earl face fucked her. She puked again,
and then again. Her stomach was empty, but Earl continued his assault on
her face. He slammed into her again and again, faster and faster.
"Oh God, I'm so close," he cried out. "Take me you little bitch!"
He slammed into her face and shoved his cock down her throat as far as
it would go. His whole body jerked as he came. Load after load of hot,
thick semen surged forth and filled her.
"Swallow it, bitch! Or the deal's off!"
Sister Anne swallowed as much as she could. She let him fill her empty
belly with his essence. She sucked him like a baby suckling a teat. She fed
on him, savoring every sacred drop. She continued to milk him until long
after his cum stopped flowing. Finally, he pulled out of her face. He
toweled himself off and looked at her.
Sister Anne was on her knees, naked except for her veil she was covered
in her own puke. Long strands of drool dribbled down her chin. Thick
strings of semen dripped from her mouth and onto her breasts.
"Look at you, bitch," Earl said. "What have you got to say for
yourself?"
Sister Anne looked up at him and smiled. Her eyes were crazed, wild!
"Give me more!" she said, smiling.
She took him by the hand and pulled to the cot. She laid back and
spread her legs.
Earl lay on top of her and kissed her. He fondled her breast as he
positioned his cock between the soft, warm folds of her dripping wet pussy.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
The image of Philip flashed in her mind. How long had it been? How many
years since she had been intimate with a man? She pushed his image from her
mind.
"No," she said.
"Good," he said. "I don't want to be gentle with you."
With that, he slammed himself into her pussy. She was unexpectedly
tight. He could only squeeze his cock about a quarter of the way in,
despite her wetness.
He pulled back and pushed in again meeting with surprising resistance.
The tighter she was, the more he wanted to fuck her. He watched her face as
she squinted her eyes and gnashed her teeth. Each thrust brought a
combination of pleasure and pain.
Earl forced his way into her depths, spurred by her grunts of
discomfort. He wanted to hear her scream.
Sister Anne was overwhelmed by his thickness. She could feel herself
stretching to accommodate him, but it wasn't enough. She had been celibate
for far too long. He was too big and too eager. With each thrust, he
penetrated deeper. It seemed like his length was never-ending. Again and
again, he plowed deeper into her, forcing her apart. She felt like she
would break in two. Her grunts grew louder and louder. Finally, she
couldn't contain her screams.
With every thrust of his hips, Earl forced his cock deeper into her
depths forcing an ear-piercing scream out of Sister Anne. Soon, Earl began
screaming too. With each forward plunge, he let out a bellowing roar of
passion. He was absolutely indifferent to her pain, her discomfort. This
was his moment. His time to fuck. She was nothing more than a tight little
piece of meat to wrap around his cock and he reveled in her discomfort.
Finally, he felt her crotch grinding against his as he buried his cock
up the hilt. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down into him make
sure he was in as deep as he could go.
"Oh yeah," he grunted. "You feel that baby? You feel how hard I can
get? How deep I can go?"
Sister Anne just grit her teeth and sobbed. Earl couldn't tell if they
were tears of pleasure or pain. He didn't care.
"Now, you're loose enough for a real fuck!" he threatened her.
He pulled halfway out and then plunged back in. Again and again, he
invaded her depths. He began a relentless, steady, rhythmic pounding of her
cunt. He never paused, he never stopped. He just kept fucking. Slowly,
steadily he quickened his pace. He pounded her fast, and faster. His body
became a blur. The rickety cot threatened to collapse under the lightning
pace of his forceful pounding. Sister Anne felt her vaginal walls burning
from the friction. Sweat poured off of Earl and rained down on her. She
turned her face and squinted as a drop stung her eye. Earl never relented.
"Oh... oh, Sister!" he called out. "So close... I'm so close, Sister.
Take me! Take me bitch!"
Sister Anne felt sick inside. Her body was hot and feverish. Her
stomach queasy. She needed him to end this. She needed to finish him.
Finally, she became desperate.
"Oh, Earl!" she called out. "Give it to me! Teach me a lesson, Earl.
I've been so bad to you, punish me!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked between breaths.
"Yes!" she called out. "I love it when you fuck me. Punish me with your
cock!"
"Like this, you bitch?" he called out as he pulled out and then slammed
all the way in. Her body jerked as he slammed into her.
"I love your cock!" she cried out. She felt his cock jump. Impossibly,
it felt like it was thickening inside her. "I love your cock!" she cried
out again. There was no mistaking it. He was getting harder.
Incredibly, Earl doubled his pace. His hips thrust into her at what
felt like superhuman speed. Sister Anne reached out and desperately
clutched a handful of sheets in a futile attempt to mitigate the pain. The
other hand clawed into his back.
Then she felt it. Earl's cock bucked inside her. He slammed in one last
time, burying himself up to her cervix. His cock leaped and twitched as it
unleashed the first volley of semen. She felt it inside her, hot and
stinging. She felt him pumping it into her, filling her. A part of his body
was becoming a part of hers.
"Oh, Sister," Earl sighed as he lay next to her. His cock was still
inside of her twitching as spurts of cum continued to fill her. "I can't
believe I'm still cumming."
Sister Anne stared blankly at the wall, trying to ignore the man
inseminating her. She tried to imagine it was Phillip, but maybe it had
been too long or maybe it was the stress or starvation, but she couldn't
conjure the image of his face. All she could remember was his sickly,
emaciated body laying in the hospital bed, wasting away. Was he in Heaven
now? Was he with Perdita? Were they looking down on her in shame in disgust
as she allowed this filthy disgusting man to have his way with her? She
could lie to herself but not to them, they could see through her. They knew
deep down inside... she enjoyed it.
***
The metallic clicks of deadbolts pulling back was now familiar to her.
It was her alarm clock. Sister Anne woke and approached the door, bowl in
hand. Earl walked in, filthy as usual. Scrumptious odors emanated from the
pot atop of his cart. He filled her bowl with a mixture of potatoes,
scrambled eggs and cut up pieces of sausage.
Sister Anne had washed the night before after their sordid coupling.
She was clean and fully dressed. Somehow, that aroused Earl, seeing her in
full habit just like the day he first laid eyes on her at the zoo.
"Are we going to see Julie?" she asked as she finished her breakfast.
"Of course," he said. "I reward good behavior, remember?"
"I remember," she said putting her bowl down and standing up. She
wasn't afraid to look him in the eye any more.
Earl walked close to her. He put his hands on her waist and smiled his
crooked smile.
"How about we have a little fun first?"
"Earl!" she called out. "We... we just ... did... last night?"
"I'm ready again now!" he said playfully. "He took her hand and put it
on his cock. He was hard.
"I... I want to see Julie now...." she said weakly. Her hand was frozen
in place. She couldn't take it off his cock. She felt his warmth, his
hardness through his pants.
"We'll see her," Earl whispered in her ear. "I promised, remember?" He
kissed her cheek. He nuzzled her neck. He continued giving her little
kisses. A hand wandered up and fondled her breast. "It'll be quick," he
said. "Not like last night."
"But... but Julie..." Sister Anne's willpower was faltering.
"She's safe," he whispered. His fondling became more aggressive. He had
her nipple between his fingers. He was pinching it gently. His other hand
hand found its way up her robe. He was caressing her thigh, making his way
toward her crotch. "Sister?"
"Y... yes?"
"I'm so horny right now."
She didn't know what made her do it. When he said those words to her,
she stopped merely feeling his cock and she squeezed it. She began stroking
it through his pants. Earl's hand reached between her legs. His fingers
pressed against the sheer fabric of her panties and found her clit. He
pressed against it with his thumb as his fingers fondled her swollen lips.
"Are you horny too, Sister?" he asked.
"No," she lied. Earl's fingers tore her panties aside and plunged
inside her.
"Do you want me to fuck you again?" he asked.
"N... no," she lied again.
"Then why are you so wet?" he asked. His fingers danced inside her. She
just grunted in reply.
"Ask me to fuck you, Sister," he demanded.
"No!" she whimpered pathetically.
"Remember, everything we do here is consensual. I won't fuck you unless
you ask me to."
Earl's fingers continued to tease her. His thumb pressed against her
clit as his fingers wriggled back and forth in a "come here" motion,
aggressively rubbing against the roof of her vagina.
"Say it, Sister!" he demanded. He was becoming frustrated with this
game. Why didn't he just take her? But he felt he was close. He was so
close to breaking through her stubborn will.
Earl abandoned her breast. He grabbed her hand and shoved it down his
pants. She clutched his bare cock and stroked it, savoring the feel of his
hot meat in the tight grip of her fist. She jerked him off vigorously as
his pants toppled clumsily down to his knees.
Earl pushed his face into her hers. His tongue darted out and licked
her lips. He tried to part them, but she pursed her lips tightly, avoiding
his kiss. Undaunted, he pressed his longed tongue against her face, running
it along her lips, trying to force his way in. She relaxed a little and he
shot his tongue in her mouth only to be confronted by her clenched teeth.
He slid his tongue into her cheek and ran it along her teeth, inside her
lips, exploring as far as he could go, enjoying the lecherous rape of her
mouth.
Sister Anne finally gave in. She opened her mouth and let him in. His
fingers plunged into her pussy simultaneously as his tongue shot down her
throat. He felt her body quiver and shake beneath him. She was close.
Earl stepped out of his pants. He rubbed his cock against her pussy
lips. She was dripping wet.
"Beg me," he said.
"Please, don't make me," she pleaded.
"Do you remember me inside you last night?"
"Yes," she said.
"Do you remember how I made you feel?"
"Yes," she said on the verge of tears.
"Do you want me to FUCK YOU AGAIN?"
"Yes, damn you," she said. "Fuck me!"
Earl grabbed her forcefully and pushed her against the wall. He grabbed
her waist and pulled her back. He smacked her legs apart and pulled her
robes up exposing her ass and legs to the cool, dank air of her basement
cell. He grabbed her panties and tore them apart, ripping the flimsy fabric
like paper.
He then placed his cock head against her pussy. He noticed Sister
Anne's breathing quicken as she felt him at her entrance. He teased her,
rubbing his cock in her dripping juices.
"Oh, God, that bastard," she thought. "What is he waiting for?"
He ran his cock up and down her slit. He pushed it against her lips.
Finally, he wiggled the cock head into her, stopping before the shaft. He
placed his hands on her waist and held her, bracing her for what was to
come. They sat there for a moment in silent anticipation. Earl reveled in
his position of power, of control. He had her exactly where he wanted her.
Against the wall, legs spread, cock in her dripping wet pussy -- she was
his.
Without warning, Earl thrust his cock inside her. Suddenly, all at
once, the whole of him was in her. Sister Anne felt him tear through her
tightness. Her vaginal walls were still sore from last night's marathon
fucking. A scream erupted from her uncontrollably. Earl pulled back and
thrust in her again. She let out a grunt. This was a mistake. She was too
sore! He did it again... then again, and again. He began fucking her.
Earl was not a big man, but inside her like this he felt impossibly
big. It was like his cock had swollen to twice its size. She felt it
pressing up against her insides. She felt the pressure buidling up inside
her. She was completely out of control as this man tore into her again and
again. His hips began bucking faster and harder. She felt his balls swing
up and slap against her pussy with each thrust. The room echoed with the
sound of their lustful coupling.
Suddenly, Earl's cock twitched. Impossible! He let out an unmistakable
jet of cum. Sister Anne felt the now-familiar spurt of warmth and moisture
inside her. It was just one jolt, but she felt it. Earl never missed a
beat. His cock remained hard and he continued to fuck her.
"Did you feel that, bitch?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Did you like it?"
"I... guess," she said.
"You want more don't you?"
No answer.
"You fucking whore! It's what you want and you can't even admit it," he
said. "You fucking whores are all the same. All you want is a big fat cock
between your legs, fucking you like a bitch. You want me to cum inside you
and fill you with my load, don't you whore?"
No answer.
Earl slammed into her hard. He smacked into her again and again. His
fucking became, brutal, violent. He quickened his pace.
"ANSWER ME, BITCH!!" he demanded.
"I want it!" she shouted. "I want your cum, Earl! CUM INSIDE ME!!! I
LOVE YOUR CUM!!!"
She felt it again. She could actually feel his cock getting harder
inside her. It was such a turn on.
"I want your cock!" she shouted again. "Fill me with your cum! Please!
I need it! I need your cum"
Earl's breathing was labored and loud. His legs felt weak and wobbly,
but he needed this. He needed to fuck her. He needed to drain his balls
into her. He fucked faster and faster. His balls ached from slamming into
her so hard and fast. He was so close. He felt his cock twitch and tingle.
Just a little harder... a little faster...
"FUCK ME!!! Oh! Oh!" Sister Anne screamed. "Oh! Cum! Please, cum!!!"
And he did. Earl buried his cock into her as the floodgates opened and
he released his load.
"Oh, yeah," Earl said with a euphoric giggle. Gob after gob of thick,
creamy semen filled the nun's lithe body. "Oh, it feels so good!"
Earl's cock softened and fell out of her. A mixture of their love
juices dribbled down Sister Anne's leg. Earl collapsed on the cot, his legs
weak from fucking so intensely.
"Come here and clean me off, baby," he called.
Sister Anne obeyed. She leaned against him and sucked his cock. She
savored the taste of her own pussy as she suckled him. She licked the shaft
and the balls, lapping up the sweat and the cum. She took his cock in her
mouth again and sucked it, teasing it with her tongue. She was lost in her
own world of lust and degradation.
"Careful baby, unless you want to go again," Earl said, but it was too
late. Her ministrations were too tender, too meticulous. She ran her tongue
up and down his shaft. She flicked it across the corona of his swollen
glans. His cock became stiffer, harder. Earl felt his need to fuck growing
inside him. He needed to be inside her again.
"You stupid bitch," he said. He grabbed her head and pushed it down on
his cock. He began fucking her face.
Sister Anne gagged and tried to pull off, but his hand held her firm.
Finally, he released her. Her head whipped back in relief and she began
coughing.
"We're not done yet," he said. "Show me your tits."
Sister Anne pulled her robe off over her head. She quickly unsnapped
her bra and tossed it to the ground.
Earl grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto the rickety old cot. He
spread her legs and suckled her nipple hungrily. He placed his body between
her legs. His cock pushed against her entrance. Finally, he slid inside
her. She was loose and wet.
Earl never took his mouth off her teat. He continued to suck the stiff
nipple and tease it with his tongue as he thrust his cock inside her. His
hips began pumping relentlessly as he invaded her sopping wet pussy. She
was full of his cum and her own flowing juices.
Earl's cock was sore, but his mind was steeped in a cloud of lustful
desire. He slid his massive member into her, feeling her vaginal walls give
way as he buried himself in her cum-filled womb. His cock slid in and out
with ease. He enjoyed the sensation of flesh against burning flesh as he
invaded her.
"This is where you belong, isn't, whore?" he asked. "You need me on top
of you, dominating you, fucking you, making you a woman. Admit it!"
Sister Anne's brow furrowed in a contorted expression that combined
fear, shame and pleasure. "Yes," she finally admitted. "Yes, I need your
cock."
"This is what all women want," Earl said. "They want a man to fuck
them." He slammed his cock into her for emphasis.
"fuck me..." she whispered weakly.
"You want me to cum inside you again, don't you baby?" Earl whispered
to her. He quickened his pace. "You can feel it already, can't you? My hot
cum shooting inside you? Is that what you want? Is that what you want to
feel?"
"Yes, I want your cum," she said. She reached around and gently
caressed the back of his neck. She pulled him into her and kissed him.
Their tongues collided as Earl continued his fucking. As his cock sunk
inside her, his tongue boldly forced its way down her mouth, threatening to
invade her throat. His penis, likewise, pushed deeper and deeper into her
body, forcing her apart, coming ever so close to pushing against her cervix.
Earl broke the kiss. "God, you're such a hypocrite, you little whore!"
he said as he fucked her. "All those years..." He slammed his cock into her
-- hard! "...locked up in that convent...." He slammed into her again. "And
all that time, you were craving a man's cock, weren't you?"
"No," she denied it. "No... you don't know me."
"Oh, I think I do," he said. "You can say 'no' anytime. You can stop me
any time you want, but you won't. You won't stop me till I cum, because
THAT'S what you want." Earl started fucking her faster, harder. His thrusts
became more erratic, aggressive, violent.
"No... NO! That' s not true.... Oh!" Sister Anne protested between
squeals of pleasure. "No, it's for Julie. I'm doing this to protect Julie."
Earl laughed. "Is that what you tell yourself? Maybe the first time,
but not now," he said as plunged his cock into her wet pussy. It let out a
loud queef as air rushed to escape past her flowing juices. "Now, you're
getting fucked because you want it. Tell me you want it, Sister. Admit it
to me!"
"No," she said.
"You want my cum!"
"No, oh God no, that's not it... don't... Don't make me..."
"You want me to cum inside you!"
"Cum... your cum..."
"You want me to fill you with my cum!"
"No..."
"You want me to make you pregnant!"
Sister Anne didn't answer. She clutched his shoulder and squeezed it as
his invasions became more heated. She felt her body quivering, tingling
beneath him. This talk about cum, and pregnancy... it was doing something
to her.
"You want me to give you a baby!" he said. "That's what all women want
and all women are whores. You want a big stiff cock inside you!" He slammed
into her again, to emphasize his point. "Cumming inside you! Giving you
babies!"
"Just fuck me, Earl!" she said, giving in to him. "Just fuck me!"
He did. He fucked her deliberately, nonstop. He forced his cock inside
her. The bed creaked below them as he pushed her body back and forth on it.
He could feel her flesh swelling around him. It encased his cock, enveloped
it. He felt his need building, growing.
"Fuck me," she said again. "FUCK ME!"
That did it. He began cumming. His cock felt like it was cumming fire
as the hot liquid burned his sore member when it exited. Muscles spasmed
forcing out hot jets of semen into his plaything's waiting womb.
"This is what it's all about, Sister," Earl said as he collapsed on top
of her, his cock still twitching as it unloaded its cargo. "This moment,
when you take my cum inside you."
He lifted his head and looked at her and then they kissed. It was a
dark, passionate kiss. Sister Anne didn't know what made her do it. She was
so confused. She felt so dirty, so disgusting, and yet... so liberated.
She felt Earl's cock inside her body. It had been so long since she had
a man inside her. He was giving her his precious seed. She could have a new
life growing inside her right now! God's most precious gift! She closed her
eyes. Exhausted, they slept.
Later, Earl awoke and helped himself to the cold leftovers in the pot
that carried Sister Anne's breakfast. They ate together in silence. Then,
Earl turned to her and gave her a knowing look. He caressed her soft, white
flesh. He suckled her breast. They laid back on the bed as he sucked. His
cock grew hard. She spread her legs. She was his.
The Sacrifice
Part 2
by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>
"I'm sorry," the Sheriff's deputy said with professional detachment.
"We can't continue to devote resources to this case."
"W... What does that mean?"
"It means we can't devote any more manpower to looking for your
daughter," he said.
"Wait... You're going to stop looking? But she could still be out
there! She could be lost or scared or hungry or... or..."
The deputy was stolid. "I'm sorry," was all he said as he left.
"No! No!"
Shouts transformed into tears as despair gave way to grief. The couple
collapsed on each other.
"Julie.... Oh, Julie! Where are you? How could you be gone?"
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
***
Phillip's angry voice echoed in Sister Anne's head. She awoke in her
dark cell. A dream... it was just a dream. It was already beginning to
fade. She remembered the deputy coming to their home. She remembered the
day they told her that they stopped looking for Perdita. No... he said
Julie. He said Julie in her dream.
Sister Anne got up from the bed. She washed her self with a bucket of
cold water and soap.
She and Earl had fucked for weeks together in that cell. Never leaving.
Oh, he would occasionally leave to get food, but when he came back the same
thing always happened. Sex. He would seduce her... somehow.... convince her
that she wanted it, and she would let him. She would lay there and spread
her legs for him. "This is the last time," she would tell herself, but soon
she would find his cock in her mouth, his fingers in her pussy and that
feeling would overwhelm her. She couldn't resist that desire to feel whole
again, to feel like a woman again.
Phillip had stopped thinking of her that way. Their days were consumed
with searching for their daughter. He combed through the streets, asking
people, hanging posters. They canvassed the hospitals. They searched and
prayed, but they were no longer a couple. She was no longer a woman to him.
She was... a thing to be hated. She had given him a daughter and then....
she lost her.
The grief, the agony... it was too much for him. The strain of search,
of not knowing... they took their toll on his health, his body. She stayed
by him. What else could she do? As he wasted away, dying as the cancer took
his last breath and all the time, what became of Perdita?
The opening of the little metal hatch startled Sister Anne as she
finished dressing. A fresh bucket of water, soap and towels, and a bowl of
food came sliding through.
"Earl?" she called out. "Earl, is something wrong? I haven't seen you
in so long!"
"Nothing's wrong, babe," he said. "Just been busy."
The little hatch slammed shut.
"Earl!" Sister Anne shouted through the thick metal door. "What about
Julie? I have to see her."
But there was no answer. She heard the faint sound of the squeaky cart
wheeling down the hall. He was gone.
Days past. The little door continued to open and close delivering food
and water, but Earl refused to show himself.
Left alone with her thoughts, Sister Anne's dreams haunted her with
visions of Perdita, Phillip and poor little Julie. What had become of her?
Sister Anne blamed herself. This was all her fault!
She turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She didn't know what made her
do it, but she opened her eyes in the gloom of the dark. There he was
standing over her, naked and silent.
"Phillip?" she called out.
No answer.
Her eyes adjusted to the light spilling in from the open door. Earl's
smelly, greasy body crawled into bed with her. His cock was hard and
pressed against her.
"Earl," she said in recognition. "Earl, I need to see Julie." She tried
weakly to fend off his advances.
"Shh..." he hushed her. "Not now." He cuddled close to her. His hand
reached between her legs and fondled her.
She hated that. He knew just where to touch her. Little bursts of
electricity ran through her body as he played with her pussy.
"Please, Earl," she said. "Let me see her."
"After we fuck, okay?"
She hesitated. "N... no.... No, I want to see her now."
"She's sleeping," he said. "Look baby, I'm so hard for you right now.
Just give it to me. Let me drop this load and you'll see her, okay?"
She turned to face him. "Okay," she said as she kissed him.
Sister Anne slid down the bed and made her way to his cock. She took it
in her mouth. It tasted different this time. It was wet, salty. His body
was covered in a sheen of sweat. Earl moaned as she sucked him. She tasted
the salty-sweet precum oozing from his cock. He really was ready.
Sister Anne scooted back onto the bed and spread her legs. Earl entered
her without hesitation. He was hard. His cock was like a piece of iron as
it parted her. She felt him, like an invading army, violating her. She
stifled a gag as the stench of his body odor overwhelmed her. She cringed
as the acrid odor polluted her lungs with each inhalation, but her heart
was racing as he fucked her. He was such filth! Such scum!
She grabbed his ass and squeezed it as he slammed into her. She let out
audible grunts with each piercing thrust of hips.
"Oh God, you're a fucking monster," she said as he fucked her. She
kissed him as he penetrated her.
"Keep fucking," she begged him. "Keep fucking me. I need this. Oh!
You're a fucking animal today!"
"Is that how you liked to be fucked?" Earl barked at her as he panted
heavily above her.
"Yes!" Sister Anne called out. "Fuck me like an animal!"
Earl plunged himself deep inside her. He gave no hint of mercy or
hesitation. His cock speared her as if she were a slab of meat waiting to
be skewered. His rod was hard, like a thing of iron, and his assault was
unstoppable. His aggression and desperation for release was palpable.
Sister Anne could sense a deep animal lust welling inside him.
Earl pulled out and stood on his knees before her. "Get on all fours!"
he barked.
She obeyed.
Earl mounted his quarry, his cock had no trouble finding its warm, wet
mark in the darkness. Sister Anne gasped as she felt him enter. He had lost
none of his hardness or vigor in the transition. His arms reached around
her and he clutched her breasts tightly in his hands. He fucked her
clumsily, viciously from behind.
"That's it!" he bellowed at her. "Take it like a little bitch!"
"Oh! Oh, yes!" she called out. "Make me your bitch."
Earl grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into him.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like being fucked like a bitch?"
His cock was fierce and he fucked her with a savagery she had never
felt before. She had unleashed a primal force inside him.
"Make me your bitch, baby," she called to him. "MAKE ME YOUR BITCH IN
HEAT!
The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoed against the basement walls.
The thought that Julie might hear them vaguely crossed Sister Anne's mind,
but it was overwhelmed by the intense feeling of being filled by Earl's
monstrous cock. She could feel him throbbing inside her. She felt her flesh
give way every time he plunged into her. She longed for it. She longed for
this feeling, this mixture of pleasure and pain, of desire and disgust.
"This is the way animals fuck their bitches," Earl said as he continued
his savage assault. "Is that what you are? Are you a bitch to be fucked?"
"I'm YOUR bitch," she called back to him.
He continued to penetrate her. His onslaught grew more frenzied with
each moment. It felt like his cock was on fire as it slid in and out of
her, faster and faster.
"I feel it, I'm so close!" he called out as he quickened his pace. How
long could he possibly keep this up?
He took her waist in his hands and clutched it tightly, pulling her
into him with each slam. She knew he was close to cumming, he was fucking
her so fast! Finally, it happened. His cock bucked inside her. He gave her
one last slam and then she felt it. She was rewarded with a burst of cum
that never seemed to stop. It oozed and oozed inside her. She was
pleasantly surprised by the volume and body of his ejaculation. She felt it
filling her, overwhelming her, dribbling out of her pussy and down her
legs.
They collapsed on the bed together in a spoon position. Earl's arm
wrapped around her waist and carresed her belly as he continued to cum.
"Mmm..." he moaned. "This is for you, baby. All my cum... it's for you.
You earned it."
"Oh, Earl," she said in a hushed whisper. "Earl, I...." She hesitated.
"I think I love you."
"What? What was that, baby."
"You make me feel like a woman like no one has before. I love you."
"Oh, baby, come here," he said.
Her upper body turned and they kissed, long and full on the lips. She
felt his flacid cock harden inside her. He began to buck his hips slightly
as they kissed. His penis returned to life, sliding back and forth inside
of her.
He began fucking her. The sensation was new, different in the spoon
position. They lay on their sides as his cock continued to plow her.
"Do you like this baby," Earl asked.
"Mmm, it feels good," Sister Anne answered.
He kissed her on the neck. "Oh, Sister," he said. She felt his cock
swell.
"My real name is Lara," she said.
"You always be Sister Anne to me," he said. He rotated his body to get
in a more dominant position and fucked her aggressively.
"Oh, God," she cried out as he fucked her faster. She turned her body
and clumsily got into doggy style again.
Earl's cock was undeniably hard again. He fucked her like a demon
possessed. It was amazing.
"Look what you do to me, woman!" he said as he pummeled her pussy.
It made her feel wanted, needed to hear him say that. He was genuinely
aroused by her. She felt sexy, even powerful because she could arouse such
desire in him.
"Sister Anne?" he called to her.
"Yes, love?"
"I want to ask you for something," he said.
"Anything," she replied smiling as he continued fucking her.
"It's dirty," he warned. "Real dirty."
"Good," she said. "I like dirty. I need it."
"Have you ever been fucked in the asshole before?" he asked.
This gave her pause. No one had ever done such a thing to her, not even
Phillip. No one had even propositioned her for... for ... something so
dirty. She didn't answer. She was afraid to. She did want to do something
for him and she did want to try something new and dirty, but this.... she
was afraid. It would probably hurt.... Would it feel good at all?
She felt a warm drop of Earl's spit land on her asshole. His thumb
pressed against it and worked it. He spit again and plunged his thumb into
her. She could feel his thumb in her ass as his cock filled her pussy. He
worked it around her ass. Then he pulled out his dirty thumb and inserted
two fingers, working them deeper and deeper into her.
Her body filled with trepidation. She knew what was coming. She knew
what kind of a man Earl was, what a savage lover he was. He would fuck her
to the limits of physical endurance. This was the kind of fucking, the
level of punishment that she feared she wouldn't be able to endure.
She felt Earl's fingers pull out of her asshole followed by another
drop of spit. She felt him pull his cock out of her pussy. Her body
shivered and her muscles tightened when she felt the head of his cock
pushing against her virgin asshole.
The head slowly forced apart her sphincter. The coronal rim of his
glans flared open as it plunged into her. He was in.
Earl began his fucking in slow, steady thrusts. He inched ever slowly
into her. Sister Anne was unbelievably tight. Every forward motion was a
struggle. He continued forward, fueled by the primal urge to bury himself
deeper and deeper into her body.
Sister Anne had always thought of Earl as an average-size man, but when
he was in her asshole, he felt like a giant. His cock felt like it was the
size of a fist. Everything was magnified. She clenched her teeth and dug
her nails into the mattress as she allowed her lover to violate her in a
way no man had before.
Earl managed to get his shaft down an inch into her ass. He worked his
way back and forth pushing just a little bit more with each forward
movement. He pushed his luck and shoved himself in farther. Sister Anne let
out a scream. He pulled back and shoved forward again. Another scream this
time followed by tears and fists pounding on the bed. Earl eased up and
continued to slowly, but forcefully open her asshole to accommodate his
full length.
He pulled his cock all the way out, spit on it, spit in her asshole,
then pushed it in again. Sister Anne let out another shout, but less
intense this time. She was beginning to stretch to match his size. Earl
pushed forward again, inching deeper and deeper inside her. He began to
fuck her faster. Sister Anne filled with dread. She knew how hard and fast
he liked to fuck her pussy. She knew her ass couldn't take it.
Earl delighted in the sheer tightness of her asshole. It felt like a
fist was squeezing him. Everytime he plunged deeper he was met with an
incredible resistance that felt like a challenge to his manhood. He needed
to penetrate her, to conquer her, to make her feel the fullness of his cock.
Earl enjoyed the opportunity to quicken the pace. He fucked her faster
and harder. He felt her body squirm under him. Sister Anne let out more
shouts and cries than she ever had when he fucked her pussy. Her body
collapsed under him and she was flat on her belly while he drove his cock
into her asshole.
He was almost all the way in. He needed to go deeper. He needed to fuck
her up to the hilt. He pushed forward, feeling her stretch. Sister Anne
writhed and contorted under him. How much more could she take? It was just
as savage as when he fucked her pussy, but this time the mixture of
pleasure and pain was gone. There was almost no pleasure, just pain and
shame.
Earl forced his way deeper into her rectum when suddenly he felt it --
shit. She still had a load of shit up her ass. Earl smiled and pushed
forward undaunted. His cock felt the shit surround it as he burrowed into
her. He mashed it forward, packing it deeper into her ass. Sister Anne felt
the shame and disgust well up inside her as she felt her own filth being
ramrodded into her body.
Earl fucked her faster and harder as Sister Anne continued to writhe
beneath him.
"Oh yeah, your asshole is loose now," he said as he fucked. Gone were
the moans of pleasure, the orgasmic spams. Now there was only his pleasure,
his lust. "You fucking hate this, don't you, bitch?"
"Please, Earl! It hurts! It hurts!" she cried out.
"You like it don't you?" he barked at her. "You like it when I hurt you
don't you?" He forced his cock deeper inside her. "Answer me!"
"Yes!" she finally whimpered back. "Oh, yes, I need it, please fuck me!
Tear me apart! Tear my asshole apart!!!"
Earl felt his cock jump. He felt it swell with absolute pleasure as he
pushed his cock down to the hilt. He forced all of his weight onto her as
he burrowed deep inside her body. Then he pulled back and fucked her again,
harder, faster, giving no quarter, showing no mercy.
"FUCK ME EARL!" Sister Anne screamed. "Punish me! Punish me with your
cock! Oh! I need your cock! I need your cock in me! I need to be punished!"
Earl took that as license to tear into her and he did. He pounded her
ass without mercy. He pulled his cock out then slammed it in, up to the
hilt. He fucked her tiny, tight asshole with no thought to anything but his
own pleasure.
As Sister Anne lay beneath him, she felt no pleasure, only the steady,
uncaring pounding of Earl's cock violating her anus.
"This must be what it's liked to be raped," she thought to herself. She
was an inactive participant. She may as well have been a slab of beef as
she lay there while Earl invaded her.
Earl continued to assail Sister Anne's tight virgin asshole. He could
feel her whole body closing in around him. He felt so alive! So in control!
He was her master! He dominated her with his cock! HE ruled her! He
controlled her.
Finally, he felt himself coming close to climax. His hips bucked wildly
as he fucked her faster and harder.
"Take it bitch!" he cried out to her.
"Show me, Earl!" she challenged him. "Teach me what kind of man you
are! Teach me with your cock!"
"Fucking stupid bitch," he thought. "I'll show you!"
Earl heaved his cock into her as deep as he could bury it and unleashed
a flood of cum. Sister Anne felt Earl filling her asshole as load after
load of semen flooded her.
Earl pulled his cock out of her asshole and lay on his back.
"Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for? Clean it off!"
It was covered in a mixture of semen and shit. A pinkish brown mixture
oozed down his shaft. Sister Anne closed her eyes for a moment. Then she
took him in her mouth, tasting the flavor of her own asshole that remained
on his cock. She licked his shaft clean, lapping up gobs of her own shit
encrusted under the head of his cock. She swallowed every drop of it.
"That's my girl," Earl said, his hand on her head as she swallowed his
cock. "That's my little whore."
Sister Anne continued to suck on his cock. He was sore but her tongue
felt good on him. He felt his cock begin to stir.
"You're starting to get hard again," she said. "We could go again if
you weren't so tired."
Earl sat up so fast he scared her. "What did you say?" he barked at her
angrily. "You stupid bitch! I can't believe you just said that!"
"What? What is it?" she pleaded. She shrank before him. He was
genuinely angry. Fear pierced her heart.
"Spread your legs, you stupid bitch! I'll show you who's tired!"
Earl mounted her and began to fuck her pussy wildly. New life surged in
his cock and Sister Anne was amazed at how hard he had become. He fucked
her with frightening fury. He was moving so fast, she was afraid the bed
would collapse beneath them.
"Does that feel like I'm tired, bitch?" he asked after a particularly
forceful plunge into her pussy. "How about that? Who's tired now, bitch?"
Sister Anne could do nothing but take it. She spread her legs wide for
him and allowed herself to be assaulted. Soon, Earl's body spasmed and he
let out another load of cum. It was thick and voluminous. How could he cum
so much? He surprised even himself.
Earl rolled over and collapsed exhausted beside her. Sister Anne lay on
her back. Earl's cum trickled out of her ass, her pussy. Her whole body
ached. Sweat glistened on her skin. She lay still and silent in the
darkness.
The thought that there was something she wanted to do... something
important threatened to invade her mind, but she was too sore, too tired to
let it bother her. Soon, she gave in to the quiet peace of sleep.
The Sacrifice
Part 3
by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>
"Please, sit down."
"Yes, Mother Superior."
"Oh, my dear, you don't have to be so frightened. This is an informal
interview. Think of it as a conversation between friends. You've come so
far, Sister Anne!"
"Thank you, Mother Superior."
Sister Anne sat nervously. Eyes to the floor. She wore the white veil
of a novitiate on the verge of taking her permanent vows.
"I want to make certain you are ready to join the order...."
"Oh, I am, Mother Superior," Sister Anne burst out with sudden energy.
"... and that your motives are pure."
Sister Anne grew still again.
"Tell me again, why you want to become a nun."
"With my husband dead and my daughter... gone... I... There was a great
hole in my heart that nothing could fill. I was lost, alone, desperate
until I found God. Now, I fill that hole with His love. I want to feel that
love for the rest of my life. Forever."
"That was well rehearsed, Sister Anne, but are you sure that's the
truth? Is that the real reason you've come to us? Is the hole in your heart
really filled with the love of God? Or is there something else? Some other
reason?"
Silence.
"You know, Sister Anne, becoming a nun is a vocation. It's a calling,
not a penance."
***
How many days had passed? It was impossible to tell time in a cold,
windowless room. Her only indicator of time were the daily feedings.
Sometimes, they came when she was sleeping and she found a bowl of lukewarm
stew waiting for her.
Earl was strange. Sometimes he would talk to her, but sometimes he
would ignore her completely. Was he even the person shoving food through a
tiny door?
One night, Sister Anne awoke from her troubled sleeping state. She
heard a sound. No, it was nothing. Just a dream. Then she heard it again.
She listened, more alert this time. Someone was fucking.... She listened
intently. It was definitely a man and a woman having sex. How far away were
they? Who was it? Who else was here?
Soon, their muffled cries of passion fell to silence. Sister Anne lay
awake in bed wondering if Earl was the only man here or if there were
others. Her mind took her back to the day he let her out of her cell. She
remembered all the rooms that lined the hallway as far as she could see.
How many kidnappers were there? How many kidnap victims? She cried herself
to sleep at the stark realization of what was happening. For the first
time, she saw herself as a victim.
***
Earl's hand caressed Sister Anne's bare leg as she lay asleep. He
enjoyed the softness of her flesh, the pure whiteness of it. Her flesh was
taut and her legs were slender and graceful. He reached up and stuck his
thumb under the elastic of her panties. He slid his hand under them and
felt her bare ass. It was so firm and round. She was a beautiful woman.
Sister Anne stirred. Earl squeezed her breast as she turned to face
him.
"Good morning beautiful," he said with a crooked, repulsive smile.
"Earl..." she was still half asleep. "Earl, last night... I heard... I
heard..."
Earl began rubbing her clit through her panties. His cock was hard and
pitching a tent in his pants. With the other hand, he began to unbutton
them.
"What did you hear, darlin'?" he asked, half-paying attention as he
slipped his pants off.
"I heard people... ooh..." Earl had begun to suckle her breasts. "I
heard people having sex."
Earl ignored her. He continued to suck her nipples. Her breasts were
small, but to him they were perfect. Each one fit in his mouth perfectly.
They weren't so huge that drooped and hung to her waist in old age, yet
they were big enough so he could get a handful of each of them.
Earl pushed his cock against the fabric of her panties. He wanted in.
"Earl, did you hear me?" she asked. "I heard people having sex last
night."
"So, what if you did?" he said as he interrupted his suckling. He began
yanking her panties off.
"Who was it?" she asked.
"Damned if I know. It's none of your business," he said.
"Earl, was it you? Were you fucking someone else?"
Earl stopped cold. "So what if it was?" he said. "Would that change a
damn thing?" He grabbed her chin forcefully and squeezed it. "Would you be
any less my property, huh? Would that suddenly make you less of a fucktoy?"
Earl spread Sister Anne's legs. He pushed his cock up against the
entrance of her love canal. He stared into her in the eyes and forced his
way in. His penetration jolted a moan out of her.
"Would that make you want this cock any less?" he asked. He fucked her
deliberately, forcefully. "Do you want me to stop fucking you, Sister Anne?
Tell me what you want."
"I want... I want... oh..." she began moaning. "I want more...."
He continued to fuck her steadily, rhythmically. His cock worked its
way in and out of her, forcing her to accept his length. She felt how hard
he was for her, how deep he could penetrate her. She wanted it. She wanted
him deep inside her. She didn't want to be a nun anymore. She had found her
calling. She was a ... what had he called her? ...his fucktoy, his whore.
"Fuck your whore, Earl," she pleaded.
"You like that, yeah?" he asked. "You like the way I fuck you like a
whore? Are you a little whore,Sister?"
"Yes, I'm your whore! Fuck me!"
Earl felt his cock harden, encouraged by her bold invitation to fuck.
He slammed into her forcefully so she could feel him spear her with his
weapon.
They rolled over and Earl let her straddle him. His cock was standing
straight up inside her body as her hips gyrated around him.
"That's it baby, show me what you got!"
Sister Anne enjoyed the sudden feeling of control of providing for her
own pleasure and her lover's. She rocked back and forth on top of him,
enjoying the fullness of his cock. He was like a monument piercing her
body. She kept rocking, letting him feel her muscles squeezing him. Then,
without warning, he came. Bursts of cum shot up inside her.
Sister Anne collapsed on top of him. She caressed his chest and kissed
him.
"I can't believe you just came with me on top of you like that," she
said.
"I told you," he said. "I reward good behavior. That's what you wanted,
isn't? My cum inside you?"
"Yes," she said.
They kissed again.
"We're going to make beautiful babies together," he said. "You'd like
that, wouldn't you? You'd like to have my baby growing inside you."
"Yes," she said shyly, looking away.
"You'd do anything for me wouldn't you?" Earl asked her. "Anything I
ask?"
"Anything," she said, anticipating another round of anal.
"There are other girls here," Earl said, surprising her. "Other girls
that I fuck, but you are by far my favorite. You were the hardest one to
break. I've never wanted another woman more than you. I worked so hard to
break you, I feel like I truly earned you."
"Oh, Earl...."
He was disgusting, a monster, but he made her feel alive, wanted,
special. Phillip never did that. He did just the opposite in fact. He made
her feel useless, obsolete, worthless. Earl wanted her. He picked her out
and took her home. Even though he could have any girl he wanted, he wanted
her the most. It was sick and twisted, but in her mind... she could look
past all that and find solace.
"Those noises you heard, that was a new girl I was breaking in," Earl
continued. "She's still green. I want you to come with me tomorrow."
"Come with you?" Sister Anne asked, surprised and startled. "Come with
you where?"
"I want you to help me break her."
***
"He wants to see you," the priest said to Lara as he exited the
hospital room.
Lara made her way to her husband's bedside. The sound of the heart
monitor and oxygen tanks filled the room with their cold, mechanical
indifference.
"Lara," Phil whispered. He was a shadow of himself. He was thin, gaunt.
His features were sunken in his face. His hair was almost all gone.
"Shh," Lara hushed him. "Don't try to talk. Save your strength."
"No, this is important," he said. "In order to make my peace, I have
to... I have to... forgive you."
"Oh Phil!" Lara said. Tears welled in her eyes. She felt the old guilt
of her moment of negligence, her terrible, tragic mistake come back to
haunt her.
"But... I can't," he said, crying. "God help me, I can't forgive you
for losing our little girl."
They cried together. Tears flowed freely and all sense of time was
lost. Finally, Lara spoke.
"What must I do?" she asked, avoiding his eyes.
Only the steady beep of the heart monitor and the hissing of the oxygen
machine answered her. She remained by his bedside in silent, fearful
anticipation. And then...
"You need to be punished...."
***
"Put this on," Earl said as he handed her a bundle of clothes.
"My nun's uniform?" Sister Anne replied. She had gone so long without
it. Every time she and Earl were together, they spent so much time having
sex she never bothered to dress anymore. Sometimes she would wear panties
to bed, but that was about it. She never wore a bra. She couldn't imagine
getting into that stifling robe again. "Why?"
"You'll see," he said. "Put it on. For me."
Sister Anne was naked. She looked through the pile for underwear but
there was none. She put on the robe, the tunic, the coif that covered her
head and hair, the starchy, stiff bandeau, and finally the veil.
"Good," Earl said. "You look good."
"Really? I can't believe you like me in this thing," she said.
"Baby, I love it," he replied. "Let's go."
Earl wheeled the cart down the hall. There was the familiar pot of stew
on top, bottles of water, a wash bucket, soap, and clean bed sheets. Sister
Anne remembered when he taunted her with these things, when she had to go
for days without washing or eating. Before she was broken.
"This is a critical stage. She's broke, but she's just green broke," he
said.
"What does that mean?" Sister Anne asked.
"She only broke because she was hungry, deprived, not because she
wanted it. We've got to make her want it. Get her used to it. Make it like
going to the doctor and getting a shot. It's just something normal.
Something you do. Like going to work. You hate it, but it's what you do.
It's what's expected, so you go anyway."
"What do you want me to do?" Sister Anne asked.
"Assist me," was all he said. He looked at her and smiled, as if she
was supposed to know what that meant. "Here we are. Remember, make her want
it."
Earl undid the dead bolts, one by one. He opened the cell door. Light
spilled in from the hallway and lit the room. It was a dark, wet room, much
like what Sister Anne's had been when she first arrived. A girl lay naked
on a rickety cot. The room stunk of body odor and urine. The sheets were
filthy.
"Hello, there Mia," Earl said in his sickly cheerful voice.
Mia was a young, olive-skinned girl. She had long black hair and
dazzling green eyes. She was very thin and beautiful. Her breasts were
small, just a bit smaller than Sister Anne's. She looked so young and
helpless.
"Earl?" she called out, squinting in the light. She was so thin. Sister
Anne could see her ribs sticking out visibly.
"It's me, baby. You hungry?" he said. He nodded to Sister Anne.
At first she didn't know what to do, but she figured it out. Nervously,
she opened the lid of the pot. The delicious fragrance of beef stew filled
the room. How she remembered that smell and the effect it had on her when
she was starving.
"Oh, God, yes, yes PLEASE," she called out, throwing herself to Earl's
feet.
"How are you going to pay for it?" Earl asked.
"P... pay for it?" she said.
Sister Anne looked at her, downtrodden and pathetic. The way she
herself used to be. Poor girl, she doesn't get it. For some reason, Sister
Anne felt no pity, only revulsion, disgust. This girl was pathetic. Why
doesn't she just do what's expected of her? Why play this game?
"If you want to eat, you have to earn it," Sister Anne said coldly.
"Que? Earl, who is that?" she said, noticing Sister Anne for the first
time.
"This is my partner, Sister Anne," he said, smiling. "You should listen
to her."
"But how? How can I pay you for food? I have nothing," she pleaded.
"Oh, please!" Sister Anne said in disgust. For reasons she couldn't
explain, Mia filled her with blind hatred and rage. "How can you stand her
pathetic whining? You know full well how to pay, don't you? DON'T YOU, YOU
LITTLE SLUT!?!"
Sister Anne knelt behind Mia. She grabbed Mia's crotch jamming her
fingers inside her. Sister Anne's other hand grabbed Mia's chin, her
fingers pressed against her lips.
"You pay with THIS!" she said forcing her fingers up Mia's vagina. "And
you pay with THIS!" Sister Anne forced her fingers into Mia's mouth. Mia
began to cry.
"Oh, please," Sister Anne said. "You can fool him with your pathetic
whimpering, but not me." Sister Anne's fingers worked Mia's cunt. Her thumb
massaged Mia's clit while her fingers writhed inside her vagina, prompting
her juices to flow. "I can feel your wetness, your desire. You want it.
You're just too pathetic to admit it."
"No, no Hermana, it's a sin!" Mia called out between tears.
"Yes," Sister Anne said coldly. "It is a sin, but you're a sinful girl,
Mia, aren't you?"
"What? What do you mean?" she asked.
"You're no angel. You're a dirty, sinful girl, aren't you?" Sister Anne
said again, all the while fingering Mia's dripping wet clit. "Otherwise,
you wouldn't be here, would you? If you were a good girl, God would have
protected you. Why are you here, Mia? What did you do to deserve this?"
"I... I don't know," she said.
Sister Anne pulled her face close to Mia's. Her fingers continued to
fondle her cunt. Her other hand dropped to Mia's breast, fondling the
nipple. "You do know," she whispered into her ear giving it a kiss. "You
were bad weren't you? You did something, something shameful. You did
something to deserve punishment, didn't you?"
Mia began sobbing. "Yes..." she finally said in a hushed whisper.
"Good, good," Sister Anne said gently. "You need to admit it. That's
the first step: admitting it to yourself. You need to be punished for your
sins, don't you?"
"Yes, Hermana," Mia said. Tears flowed down her cheeks. "Oh, Hermana
I've been so... so... bad. My father is so ashamed of me. He won't even
look at me and when he does..."
"Shh, shh... hush now, Mia," Sister Anne reassured her. "It's alright.
It's alright. This is where bad girls go to get punished. Isn't that right,
Earl?"
Sister Anne looked up at him smiling. Earl was in shock, in complete
disbelief at what had transpired before him.
"Earl will make sure you get what you deserve," Sister Anne said.
"You're dirty, filthy, and worthless. Nobody knows what to do with useless
little girl like you, but we do. Don't we Earl? Look at how wet she is!"
Sister Anne removed her finger's from Mia's cunny. She held up her
hand, glistening in Mia's dewey nectar.
Earl's cock began to awaken him from his trance. He reached into his
pants and stroked his hard on.
"Look at what you did, you little slut," Sister Anne said coldly. "My
hand is covered in your filth. Clean it off!" She jammed her fingers into
Mia's mouth. Mia sucked the fingers, struggling to breathe and avoid
choking at the same time.
Earl dropped his pants. He stroked his cock as he watched.
"Now, you're going to suck your Master's cock," Sister Anne whispered
to her. "You've sucked it before, haven't you, whore?"
"Uh huh," Mia said meekly as she nodded her head. Her eyes were fixed
on Earl's hard on. She knew what was coming to her.
"Well, you're such a clumsy, stupid bitch you didn't get it right the
first time," Sister Anne said. "That's why I'm here. To make sure you don't
fail our Master again. You don't want to be a worthless failure again, do
you Mia?"
Mia shook her head "no".
"Good, good girl," Sister Anne reassured her. "Do what you're told.
Please, your Master. Accept your punishment and you'll be rewarded."
Sister Anne grabbed Mia's hair and pulled Mia's head close to her own
and spoke into Mia's ear. "We reward good behavior," she said with a smile.
"Now, open up."
Mia opened her mouth obediently and looked up at Earl. Her sparkling
brown eyes looked at him pleadingly. Earl wasted no time inserting his cock
into her waiting mouth. All the while Sister Anne barked instructions into
Mia's ear. "Suck harder! Take it! Take more of it! Try to swallow it! Let
him in! Let him in deeper, all the way down your throat! Don't be afraid of
choking, just take it!!!"
Finally, Sister Anne grabbed Mia's head and pushed it onto Earl's cock
and held it. Mia choked and her whole body shook. Tears streamed down her
face. Her complexion changed. She began to turn purple. Even Earl was
dismayed. Sister Anne grabbed Mia by the hair and pulled her head back.
"Good girl! Good girl! That's how we please our Master, now do it
again!"
Mia nodded her head. Drool and spit dribbled from her mouth. Tears
streamed down her cheeks. Snot poured from her nose. She was a mess, but
she was going to do it again.
Mia took Earl's cock into her mouth. It was massive, stiff and
unbelievably hard. It was like a solid piece of metal. She didn't have time
to marvel at its length or at how potent and sexually charged Earl had
become. She had to concentrate on one thing: taking this massive monster
all the way down her gullet.
Mia couldn't bring herself to do it. She got about two thirds of the
way down and faltered. She felt Sister Anne's hand on the back of her head
urging her forward. Sister Anne pushed and Mia began to gag again.
"That's it!" Sister Anne prodded. "Take it! Take it! Don't worry about
breathing. We'll let you breathe later. Just take his cock. Take it!"
Mia tried to scream but her cries were muffled by throbbing member that
swelled against her throat causing her to gag. The stench of urine and cum
saturated the mound of Earl's wiry pubic hairs that Mia found her nose
buried in. Mia felt the sharp pain of her hair being yanked abruptly back.
Earl's cock slid out of her mouth and the girl tried desperately to breathe
as much as possible before taking him again.
"Oh, poor baby," Sister Anne mocked her. "Is it too much for you? Come
on, take that cock!"
Sister Anne grabbed Mia's head in both hands and forced onto Earl's
cock. She drove Mia's head back and forth on his cock, forcing it down the
shaft, then yanking it off again. Mia's head bobbed forcefully up and down
while Earl fucked her throat. Suddenly, Mia started gagging. She began
puking up gobs of drool and trace amounts of vomit.
"That's it baby, let it come out," Earl directed her, his cock still in
her mouth. Drool and puke dribbled out the sides of her mouth.
"God, you're worthless," Sister Anne barked in disgust. She pushed Mia
to the ground. She hiked up her robe and sat on Mia's face. "Eat my
asshole, you little cunt. Eat it out while Earl gets his cock sucked by a
real woman."
Sister Anne ground her asshole onto Mia's face. Mia began licking and
eating out the nun's salty asshole. Meanwhile, Sister Anne took Earl's cock
down her throat. She pushed her head forward, determined to bury her nose
in his disgusting pubic hair. She couldn't stop herself from gagging as
Earl's cock slid against the back of her throat. It filled the passageway,
making it impossible to breathe. She was determined. She held her head in
place for as long as she could. Earl savored the sensation of having his
cock disappear down his favorite quarry's throat. He watched as tears began
to well up in her eyes. Finally, the nun yanked her head back and gasped
for air.
She turned to Mia, "Use your fingers... that's it... work that
asshole," she was still gasping for breath. She took Earl's cock again. She
bobbed her head up and down forcefully. Finally, she started jerking him
off. She looked him right in the eye and smiled.
"Ready for my asshole, baby?"
Sister Anne got on all fours. She barked another order to Mia.
"You're worthless, get back there and lick Earl's ass!" she shouted.
Mia silently obeyed. Earl's body was sickeningly damp with cold sweat.
As Mia's face neared his ass cheeks, the stench overtook her. She began to
dry heave. Still she forced herself to pull his cheeks back and reveal his
sphincter. Mia closed her eyes and let her tongue push open Earl's back
door. She forced herself to lick him deeply. Her tongue jammed inside his
ass and tasted his salty flesh.
Sister Anne, meanwhile, laid with her chest to the ground. Her hands
spread her cheeks wide as she waited for Earl to plant his cock deep inside
her. She grit her teeth and braced herself as she felt the head of his
phallus push against her asshole. She strained under his girth as he parted
her sphincter. He needed her. He needed to bury himself inside her ass. He
felt like a man possessed. He pushed his way forward, forcing her open.
Mia's spit was still sloppy on Sister Anne's asshole. Earl slid his cock in
deeper and deeper. He felt the walls of Sister Anne's rectum reluctantly
give way to his advances. She was tight, so tight! But he needed to conquer
her!
Mia's probing tongue only served to fuel Earl's lust. Every time she
jut her tongue into his asshole, he felt his cock grow two sizes larger. He
felt unbelievably hard and powerful. He pulled out and then forced his way
inside again, and again, and again. He needed to part her asshole, to bury
himself up to the hilt. He wouldn't stop until the entire length of his
massive cock was buried in this nun's ass.
Sister Anne clenched her fists and bore the pain of Earl's anal
invasion. Her ass felt like it was on fire. Every thrust forward threatened
to rip her apart. She clenched her teeth, but soon she couldn't hold back
the screams.
"Earl! OH EARL!!! AAAH!!! AAAH!!! It's so big! You're too big, Earl!"
she began screaming uncontrollably.
This only made Earl want to fuck her harder, faster. He pulled out,
then buried himself in again, as far as he could go, prompting another
scream. He grabbed Mia by the hair and made her suck his filthy cock. He
watched has her head bobbed up and down on him. Then she spit on Sister
Anne's asshole and earl fucked her again.
Mia caressed his chest and kissed him deeply while he fucked Sister
Anne's asshole. He let his tongue penetrate the young girl's throat just as
his cock penetrated Sister Anne's ass. Finally, he felt the nun loosen up.
Mia spit on his cock again and he relished the freedom. Sister Anne's
shouts grew louder as Earl discovered new freedom to fuck harder and faster.
"Oh, yeah!" he called out. "Now, you're loose, bitch!"
Earl jammed his cock in and out of her ass, pumping eagerly with his
hips. He pulled nearly all the way out then forced his way in again and
again. Sister Anne collapsed on the ground while Earl forced himself in
deep. He began pumping wildly. His hips were moving at a blinding pace.
Sister Anne's rectum queefed badly as Earl forced himself down on her. He
allowed the weight of his body to hammer his cock deep inside the nun.
"Yeah, yeah! YEAH!" he called out as he felt his balls tingle. He moved
faster and faster, tearing into the nun's asshole like a jackhammer. Sister
Anne could sense his need building.
"Cum inside me! Cum inside me!" she pleaded. "I need to feel your cum,
Earl! I need it!"
That was all it took. The flood gates opened as Earl buried himself to
the hilt. He felt his cock jerk and spasm in her asshole as hot jets of
semen poured into her. He lay there for a long while as his muscles
tightened and squeezed out gob after gob of love juice. Euphoria overtook
him as he felt his semen pulse through his cock and empty into Sister
Anne's rectum. Finally, his spasms quieted and his cock grew limp.
Mia lay between his legs and licked his cock clean. She sucked down the
salty sweat, his sticky-sweet semen, and the brown-colored cream from
Sister Anne's asshole. She let the flavors mix together in her mouth as she
swallowed every drop.
Sister Anne turned to Mia, angrily.
"I'm not done with you, yet, you dirty girl," she said in a foreboding
tone.
She forced Mia to the ground then squatted over her face.
"Open your mouth," she ordered. "OPEN IT!"
Earl felt his hardon return as he watched Sister Anne empty the cum
from her asshole into Mia's mouth. A stream of brownish cream drizzled from
the nun's ass and Mia took in every drop.
Sister Anne lay beside Mia and held the girl to her breasts. "Now be a
good girl and swallow," she said in a gentle voice. Mia looked at her with
tearful, pleading eyes. Her cheeks were bulging. She was shaking her head
"no".
"You can do it, Mia," she encouraged her. "Swallow. Swallow for Earl."
Finally, Mia's tears began pouring down her cheeks and the girl looked
like she was going to vomit.
"Fine," Sister Anne said in disgust. "I'll take it."
With that, the nun kissed her square on the lips. They shared a long
passionate kiss as Sister Anne sucked the disgusting combination of semen
and shit out of Mia's mouth. Earl stroked his cock as he watched the sordid
scene. Sister Anne looked at him, showed him her mouth full of cum then
swallowed.
She approached him seductively and kissed him as she stroked his cock.
"I love you, Baby," Earl said as they broke their kiss.
"Come on," Sister Anne said in a sultry voice, his cock firmly in her
hand. "Let's go have some fun."
They sauntered out of the room, leaving Mia on the floor with only her
tears.
The door almost closed when Sister Anne grabbed a ladle full of stew
and threw it across the room.
"Next time, swallow!" she called out disdainfully. The door slammed
shut leaving Mia in darkness.
Earl slammed Sister Anne against the rickety bed in her room. His cock
found it's place in the familiar warmth between Sister Anne's legs. He
fucked her with a renewed passion. He felt more lust and desire for her
than ever before. His cock couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to cum in
her again and again.
Sister Anne welcomed his attention, his lust. She nearly orgasmed every
time his cock jerked and released a load of hot streaming cum inside her.
She lost count of how many times she made him cum that night. All she knew
was that he was her world. He was the only thing that existed for her. She
lived for him and only him. She lived to serve him, to please him and to
relieve him of his cum. That was her all, now. Her everything.
The Sacrifice
Part 4
by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>
"I was thinking of naming him after you -- 'Phillip, Jr.'"
"Two Phillips in the same house? That might get confusing. How about
'Joachim', after your father?"
"He would have liked that. And if it's a girl?"
"Perdita..."
"Perdita? I've never heard that name before."
"It was my sister's."
"I never knew you had a sister. Phillip, where is she?"
"She died when I was born. She was supposed to have been my twin,
but... the doctors could only save one of us, so they chose me."
"Oh, Phillip..."
Her hands ran across the hairs of Phillips chest. She caressed him
gently. She let her fingers slide down to his stomach, then to his thighs.
Finally, she found his cock growing hard between his legs. She stroked it
eagerly, bringing his manhood to life. She was several months pregnant, but
still she wanted him. She buried her face in his chest hair and inhaled the
sweet aroma of his ... sweet aroma...
The sickening combination of sweat and body odor woke Sister Anne out
of her dream. It wasn't Phil's musky aroma that welcomed her, rather it was
the filthy, sickening stench of her captor, Earl, that shocked her to
reality.
She pulled herself away from his sleeping form. His snores echoed in
the darkness. She plodded to the broken sewer pipe that jutted from the
corner that served as her toilet and relieved herself. She felt the
queasiness again and knelt down to vomit. Her hand palmed her stomach. How
long had she been here? Time was meaningless in this dungeon. She couldn't
remember the last time she saw the sun. Days? Weeks? Months?
It was long enough for familiar changes to take effect and make her
absolutely certain. She looked over at Earl. She could make out the outline
of his obese form in the dark. His cock hung limp from the mound of wiry
public hair between his legs. He would be the father of her child.
When Sister Anne woke again, Earl was gone. It didn't matter. He would
always come back to her to fuck her or feed her. Sometimes, she would hear
the screams of other girls in the night as Earl took them for his pleasure.
In addition to Mia, there were a couple of blondes he brought in. They were
so young, Sister Anne was afraid to guess their age. When he broke them, he
took them both together. Sister Anne guessed that they were sisters.
Despite his forays, Earl always came back to her. Sometimes, he was
fresh from a fuck and she could taste the salty residue of another woman's
vagina on his cock. She never said a word. She only took him inside her
mouth, her pussy, her ass. He never failed her. He was always hard and
ready. He always had cum to give her. Sometimes, he surprised himself with
the number of times he orgasmed and by the sheer volume and thickness of
the cum he produced. She was the only one, he told her. She was the only
one who could draw it out of him without fail, time and time again. She was
his favorite.
The blondes came and went. Where they came from and where they
disappeared to was beyond her concern. There were probably other girls as
well. She could never be sure who was who in the chorus of screams and
shouts during the night. Yet, Mia remained through it all, and this
bothered her. Why did he need that slut, or any of them, when he had her?
Didn't he know she was carrying his child? Yet, he didn't seem to care.
More than anything, she wanted Mia to go. She wanted her to disappear like
the other girls.
Earl soon began to give Sister Anne more freedom. For the first time,
she was allowed into the upstairs of the building. It was a filthy hovel
with food, filthy rags, and unwashed dishes everywhere. Rats and flies fed
openly on his scraps. She cleaned as much as she could, but her main duty
was to tend to the vats of stew for Earls'.... "collection" downstairs.
Soon, she was the one who slid open the little doors to demand an empty
bowl. She scooped out mouth-watering stew or plain oatmeal or sometimes
just water, depending on Earl's directions. She changed the sheets, washed
the linens, and, on rare occasions, Earl had her burn some young girl's
clothes. Sister Anne asked no questions.
She turned a blind eye to everything because nearly every night, Earl
would come to her. He would spread her legs and lower his body atop of her
and give her the one thing that made her feel alive. She would feel him
penetrate her and force her to give up her secret pleasures to him. Then he
would share himself with her. Again and again, he would leave his seed
inside her. A part of him, in her.
As she pushed the cart, she would feel him between her legs. Sometimes,
he would dribble out and stream down her leg. It was his gift. His cum. She
lived for it.
Day after day, Sister Anne pushed the cart down the dank, lonely
corridor. The fluorescent light bulbs buzzed and flickered as she went from
door to door, dispensing food to gaunt eager hands. Her belly had not yet
begun to swell, but she could feel the fruit of Earl's seed inside her.
She smiled at the thought, when suddenly, muffled voices caught her
attention. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could hear two
voices a man and a woman.... or maybe a young girl....
She wheeled the creaky cart down the hall and to the door that was the
unmistakeable source of the voices. The man was talking. Then a giggle.
Then a woman... no! It was a girl... then a man again. She opened the
little window.
The room was beautiful compared to the stark cells in the rest of the
basement. There were no cracked and peeling walls with water dripping down
the sides. Instead, the room was neatly wallpapered with a brilliant
pattern of brightly colored balloons. The floor was carpeted with a shaggy
pink remnant. The bed was beautifully canopied with pink sheets and there
were toys strewn about everywhere. Earl lay laughing and smiling in his
soiled and stained tank-top. The whiteness was all but gone and it looked
grey with disgusting yellow stains around the armpits and chest. Next to
him, was a girl in a white top, a pleated pink skirt and a pink beret.
Luxurious blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. She and Earl were
playing with dolls, their tiny clothes long stripped off.
Sister Anne eyed the girl carefully. A jealous rage built inside her,
but it was quickly doused by a flash of recognition. Could it be? That
girl... that hair... her laugh, her smile...
Sister Anne flung open the door. "Julie!?!" she called out.
"Sister Anne!" The girl smiled and jumped for joy. She ran to the nun
and hugged her.
Julie buried her face in Sister Anne's chest. They hugged for what
seemed like hours.
Sister Anne looked over at Earl. He gave her a crooked smile. His hair
was disheveled. He lay on the floor still holding a doll in his hand. He
didn't seem at all displeased. Finally, Earl broke the silence.
"Well, isn't this a happy reunion?" Earl said.
"Oh, Earl," Sister Anne said. "She looks so beautiful. Thank you!"
"Safe and sound, just like I promised," he said.
Sister Anne held Julie and they talked a bit. Julie did not seem the
least bit sad or homesick. She showed Sister Anne her dolls and her
clothes. After a while, the aroma of roast beef wafted into the room. Julie
looked out in the corridor and spotted the cart. Her stares did not escape
Sister Anne's notice.
"Are you hungry, Sweetheart?" Sister Anne asked. "Let me get you
something."
She wheeled in the cart and began pouring a bowl for Julie.
"Wait, Sister," Julie said. "First, I haf'ta pay for it."
Sister Anne watched in shock as Julie walked up to Earl and begin
unzipping his pants. Earl stood in front of her and let the little girl
fish out his penis. He looked on eagerly as she took his semi-flacid dick
into her mouth and began to suck.
Sister Anne's body went numb as she watched with disbelief. Julie and
Earl locked eyes. The little girl never took her sky blue eyes off of her
captor as she took his filthy cock into her mouth. Earl's odor was pungent.
It didn't take long for acrid scent of urine and dried cum to reach Sister
Anne's nose. She felt the queasiness rise in her gut as Julie licked Earl's
bulbous cockhead. She saw the little girl's tongue flick off bits of cheesy
smegma from under his glans. Julie swallowed it eagerly, all the while
keeping her eyes on her master.
Earl smiled his crooked grin as his cock grew in Julie's mouth. It rose
slowly until reaching its full girth and hardness. He gently stroked
Julie's cheek and ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair. As his
cock hardened, his need for her grew. He began pushing his cock into her
mouth, forcing her to take him deeper. His his fat, darkly soiled hand
stopped caressing her flowing locks and wrapped around the back of her
head, forcing the child to take his swollen manhood into her throat.
Julie never missed a beat. Her beautiful baby blue eyes remained locked
on the face of her master. Her tiny hand reached for his shaft, now
pulsating with the flow of blood. She jerked him off eagerly as the bulk of
his cock disappeared into her mouth. A sliver of drool began to leak from
Julie's tiny lips. Her breathing became more labored as she struggled to
cope with his size. She made slight gagging and gurgling noises as Earl's
thrusts became more aggressive, more violent. He had found the back of her
throat. A second hand gripped her head more tightly and he began a ruthless
face fucking.
Thick strands of saliva were oozing from Julie's mouth now. Her hair
was in disarray as Earl clutched her head like a ripe piece of fruit. He
buried his massive phallus into the child's mouth, forcing his wiry mass of
black public hairs into her face.
Julie lost her composure and tears streamed from her eyes, but she
never cried out or tried to pull away. In fact, she gripped his waist
tightly and almost seemed to be pulling him into her. It was almost as
though she were eager for him, eager for his cum.
Sister Anne studied Earl's face intently. His eyelids drooped lazily as
he kept his gaze fixed on Julie's face. Beads of sweat rolled down his fat
cheek. She could hear his heavy, labored breaths as he struggled to
maintain his rhythm. His hips began bucking faster and faster. He was
close, she surmised.
Julie's face was so sweet -- golden blond hair, sky blue eyes. Her tiny
lips parted for Earl's impossibly hard cock. He watched as he buried
himself in her face. He could feel the tightness of her mouth, the
roughness of the roof of her mouth. He felt his muscles clench tightly as
his cockhead found the back of Julie's throat. He pounded her face, hard
and fast. He gave no care for her comfort, her pleasure. His only thought
was to feed the growing desire to bury himself as far and as deep inside
her as he could.
Suddenly, Earl belted out a sickening groan. He grabbed Julie
forcefully by the head and heaved himself into her. Her nose was buried in
a foul-smelling nest of public hair when she felt him cum. Burst after
burst of thick, sticky cum shot down her throat, forcing her to gag. She
tried to swallow it, but it was too much. Cum dribbled from her mouth and
onto her blouse. Earl's body spasmed again and again as he unloaded his
cargo into her.
Finally, he released her and collapsed on the bed. Julie coughed for a
moment, but quickly recovered. She crawled up to him and licked his balls
clean. She licked his shaft and sucked on the now-tender head. She cleaned
him of all the sweat and cum, just as he had commanded Sister Anne to do at
the end of every session.
"Now, we can eat," Julie said, smiling. She helped herself to a bowl of
stew as Sister Anne stood frozen. She was numb to the bone. How long? she
wondered. How long had Earl been fucking Julie?
The little girl ran playfully to the cart where her prize of cheap,
store-bought beef stew awaited her. Her blouse was ruined, stained with a
combination of saliva and semen. She clumsily filled a bowl and began
slurping from it, not even bothering with a spoon.
Sister Anne collapsed in the corner. She sat motionless. She didn't
know what to feel or even how to feel. Numbness enveloped her. She felt
cold and distant. Should she be happy to be reunited with Julie? Grateful
that, with the exception of her innocence, she is unharmed? Or should she
feel betrayed at Earl's lies? Disgusted by his lust? Or... or... or
jealous? No! No, of course she shouldn't be jealous. What was there to be
jealous of? So what if he shared his attention, his desire with Julie? She
was a little girl, a sweet, precious jewel. She was something to be
cherished and loved, not to be jealous of. No, Sister Anne quickly dashed
that evil thought from her mind and instead she chose to feel nothing.
"Wanna go again?"
Julie's sweet sing-song voice had woken Sister Anne from her thoughts.
Julie had peeled off her cum-stained blouse. She stood before Earl topless.
Before he could answer, she was on him, sucking his cock. Sister Anne
watched as Julie brought his manhood back to life. She eyed the girl's
lithe figure. She was just a wisp of a girl, so thin she was like a stick
figure. Yet, the puffy little breasts of womanhood were just beginning to
protrude. Her chest flared out abruptly to form barely noticeable bumps.
Julie yanked down her skirt as she sucked Earl's cock. It was as though
she felt Sister Anne's eyes on her, studying her form. Her ass was absolute
perfection. Soft round cheeks swelled like rolling hills. There was no
trace of blemish or deformity. No unsightly hair or wrinkly fat. They were
simply beautiful. Even Sister Anne felt a stirring of lust within her. She
looked at Julie the way Earl must have looked at her. It was awkward and
uncomfortable, but she could not deny that the girl was beautiful... even
sexy....
Earl's massive hands wrapped around Julie's tiny waist and plumped her
on the bed. Julie spread her legs and Earl's face found a home between
them. His tongue parted the smooth, sweet lips of her womanhood. His nose
inhaled the sweet perfume of her desire. Tiny, barely visible, downy hairs
decorated her mound. Earl's tongue found her tiny clitoris and played with
it. He inserted it deep inside her and tasted her juices.
He reached under the bed blindly until he found his quarry -- an unused
bottle of KY. Sister Anne suddenly became aware of the scattered mess of
spent bottles of lube under the bed. She eyed them, coldly realizing that
each one of them represented a fuck. How long?
Earl emptied the tiny bottle into Julie's pubescent cunny. He hunkered
over her like a hungry giant, his massive phallus pointing toward her
forbidden pleasure hole. Sister Anne noted the stark contrast between them.
He was a massive, lumbering beast -- hairy, sweaty, and fat. His cock was
like a monster, thick and pulsating with bulging veins protruding from
beneath the skin. Julie was so tiny, just a little girl. Her skin was pure
white with no hint of a tan line or pimple or any imperfection. From her
perspective, Earl's cock was almost the size of Julie's arm! How could he
possibly enter that tiny wisp of a girl? If he managed it, he was so huge,
his cock would fill her completely. Sister Anne fought to push back that
feeling of jealousy again.
Earl pushed the head of his cock against Julie's lips, forcing them to
give way. He felt a tiny slit of heat and moisture press against his purple
head. He knew he was on target. The warmth of Julie's cunt beckoned him
forward. He pressed into her, forcing her to open. His cockhead parted her
tight, vaginal walls and he felt her body stretch to accommodate him. Julie
let out a little grunt as Earl began to fuck her.
Sister Anne hated herself, but she found that she was incapable of
controlling her body. A warm rush flooded her loins. Her hand moved of its
own will and began fingering her clit. She moved to get a better view so
she could watch every detail as Earl's cock penetrated this impossibly
tight doorway.
This tiny little girl looked so incredibly small compared to the
massive blob of a man that hunkered over her. Earl's gut alone was bigger
than her entire body. His cock looked absolutely massive as he buried it
inside her. How could she take something so big? Sister Anne had trouble
taking it herself. She felt a twinge of envy inside her. How she wished she
could be as tight for Earl as Julie must be!
Earl slammed his cock deeper in Julie. His balls gave an audible slap
as they hit her ass. He was well on his way to burying himself inside her.
The entrance to her vagina gripped him like a vice. It was like fucking
into a clenched fist.
Sister Anne peeled off her robe revealing her breasts. A hand
unconsciously drifted to her nipple and began to caress it. The other hand
was vigorously rubbing her clit, sending shockwaves of electricity through
her body as she imagined that she was the one Earl was furiously pounding.
She felt drawn to him. An unseen force compelled her to crawl to him on
her hands and knees as he continued to fuck Julie. She found herself
licking his ass as he slammed himself into Julie's pussy again and again.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Sister," he said. "Oh no! I
haven't forgotten you at all."
He spun around, his cock wet and slick. He aimed at her face.
"Taste that, Sister," he commanded.
Sister Anne obeyed taking his salty-sweet cock into her mouth. She
caressed him with her tongue, lapping up all the sweat and juice.
"Can you taste that?" he asked. "That's what Julie's cunt tastes like!"
Earl slid his cock back into Julie's tiny pussy... with some
difficulty. Sister Anne tried to position herself so she could lick his
shaft as he drove in and out of little Julie. Sister Anne licked him
desperately. Her tongue flicked over crown of his cockhead as it made brief
appearances out of Julie's cunny. The nun found her tongue lapping Julie's
clit and giving perverse pleasure to the child who was supposed to be her
ward. Every once in a while, Earl would pull out and reward Sister Anne
with a mouthful of his cock. Soon, the sheer tightness of Julie's nubile
body was too much for him. He could feel her squeezing on him like a vice
each time he pumped into her. The rhythm of his fucking grew faster, more
impatient as he desperately tried fuel his pending orgasm.
Finally, Earl let out a bellow. He pushed himself deep into Julie's
body. His cock was impossibly buried up to the hilt. He let out a grunt
every time a tidal wave of semen ran the length of his shaft and emptied
into the little girl's body. Load after load of rich, potent semen pumped
its way into the child's budding vagina.
"Put your mouth over her cunt, Sister," Earl commanded.
He let his semi-erect cock pop out. Like a cork being pulled from a
champagne bottle, the release of Earl's cock was followed by a gush of cum.
Julie's little body was too small to contain his voluminous load.
Sister Anne quickly sucked up every drop as it poured from Julie's cunt
like a faucet. She found her self mouthing Julie's cunt and lapping up
Earl's sweet love juice.
"That's it, Sister," Earl encouraged her. "Clean that shit up." He
stroked his semi-erect cock as he watched eagerly. "Now, feed it to her.
Let Julie taste some of that."
Sister Anne looked at him pleadingly, then to Julie.
"It's okay, Sister," Julie said. "Me and Mia do it all the time."
Mia? Earl had been having threesomes with Julie and MIa?
Julie opened her mouth wide. Sister Anne didn't know what to do except
obey. She hovered her head over Julie's sweet face. She was like a little
angel, her golden hair framed her face like a glowing halo. Sister Anne let
a little cum dribble from her mouth into Julie's. She drew her face closer,
drawn by the girl's sweetness. Even now, after this sordid and disgusting
fucking, she still looked innocent. Sister Anne let a little more cum flow.
Julie took it eagerly into her mouth. By now their faces were almost
touching, Sister Anne's mouth covered Julie's. They shared a loving kiss as
Sister Anne allowed the cum to flow freely. Julie eagerly sucked the
mixture of semen and saliva from the nun's mouth like a babe sucking a teat
for nourishment.
Soon, their tongues were touching. Sister Anne couldn't control
herself. She let her tongue explore Julie's mouth, tasting her sweetness
mixed with Earl's semen. Julie's tongue likewise darted into Sister Anne's
mouth. The two shared a sweet, intimate French kiss. Teacher and student,
woman and girl, a mother and a daughter.
Earl's cock grew harder in his hand as he watched the two kiss
passionately. Sister Anne's naked chest pressed against Julie's budding
breasts. The nun's face pressed against the little girl's lips. Earl
stroked his cock to full erection.
"Yeah, that's shit's hot," Earl said as he watched. "Swallow that and
gimmee some o'that lovin'!"
They broke their kiss and Julie swallowed the last of Earl's cum. She
showed him her empty mouth as proof of her obedience.
Earl shoved his cock toward their faces. Both of his slaves descended
on it. Sister Anne took the head in her mouth and Julie licked the shaft.
Sister Anne sucked him as hard she could, building up the pressure. Her
tongue flicked the underside of his cock's head rapidly. Julie ran her
mouth up and down the side of his shaft. She licked his balls and his inner
thigh.
Sister Anne abandoned the head and sucked on the shaft, running her
lips up and down the side of his cock. The two sex slaves pressed their
lips tightly against his cock, running up and down its length. Each trying
eagerly to please their master. Each trying to outdo the other in an
unspoken competition.
Sister Anne finally took Earl's cock in her mouth again. She forced it
in as deep as it would go. The head pressed against the back of her throat.
Her body convulsed involuntarily as she started to gag. No! She was going
to take this! She was going to show him what she could endure for him. She
was going to please him in a way this little girl never could!
She took him in deeper. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and she made
her way down the shaft forcing him down her throat.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! It's SO TIGHT!!!" Earl cried out in pleasure, much to
Sister Anne's satisfaction.
She took him deeper, gagging all the way. Tears began streaming down
her cheeks as the pressure forced her eyes to water. Finally her nose was
against his stomach. Wiry pubic hairs tickled her face and stuck in her
nostrils. She couldn't breathe. She began to turn red.
"Oh yeah! Take that shit! TAKE IT!" Earl bellowed.
He grabbed her head in his hands and forced himself in impossibly
deeper. He jerked head back and force on his cock and began to fuck her
face in vicious little spurts. In and out, he jammed his cock against the
back of throat, oblivious to the gagging and tears.
The face fuck lasted only seconds as he felt his need building. He
fucked her faster in regular, rapid thrusts until finally, he unleashed his
load. He screamed as he came, letting Sister Anne choke and gag on his cum.
She pulled her face off violently and got to all fours, coughing and
puking up cum. She coughed and coughed as cum spilled from her mouth onto
the floor.
"Shit, woman! You are one amazing fuck! You always have to have the
last fuck, don't you?" he said approvingly. "That's what I love about
fucking you."
Sister Anne was still hunkered over, her face staring at the pool of
semen and saliva forming eerie patterns on the carpet. Her lungs heaved
uncontrollably, throwing her in a coughing fit in an attempt to empty
themselves of the fluids that had just shot down her trachea. Despite all
this, Earl's words rang through her head. "That's what I love about fucking
you," he had said. She did it. She pleased him. She pleased her Master.
"Now, clean that shit up," she heard Earl's voice bark. "You know what
to do."
Without a word the two girls began licking Earl's cum up off the floor.
Sister Anne looked at Julie with shame and sadness. "What have I done?" she
thought to herself. "How did it come to this?"
Yet, despite herself, she couldn't stop. She couldn't help herself or
help poor Julie. She could only obey.
***
"It's only coffee," he said. His voice was warm and inviting. "Come on,
Lara, just one cup."
"Just one," she relented, smiling.
She let the charming man take her by the arm and walk her to the diner.
Lara couldn't really afford a private investigator to help find Perdita now
that the police had stopped looking, but she found someone who was willing
to do a few little things cheaply. She knew deep inside that he was only
doing it because he was attracted to her. Somewhere inside, she let herself
feel attraction for him, too.
They sipped their coffee, and laughed and talked. They talked about
anything and everything... except Perdita. The sun set and the stars began
to dot the sky when they left.
"Let me walk you home," he offered. She couldn't deny him. She wanted
his company. It had been so long... so long since a man wanted her. Phillip
never forgave her for losing Perdita. Now he was a shadow of himself. She
couldn't bear to see him wasting away in the hospital....
"I guess this is good night," her companion whispered huskily. His
voice breaking her train of thought. He drew closer to her. She felt the
warmth of his body. She knew he wanted to kiss her. She wanted it too...
"No!" she shouted abruptly. "No, I can't! I... I'm still married... I
can't! I can't betray my husband! I'm loyal! I'm loyal to him!"
***
An orgasmic scream woke Sister Anne. The fragment of her dream was
still fresh in her mind. Earl, with one of his conquests, no doubt. She
listened. It wasn't just any one of his conquests. It was Mia. Why did he
keep her? The thought of Earl sharing Julie with her stuck in Sister Anne's
gut like a dagger.
And what of poor Julie? Sister Anne's sacrifice had been for nothing.
How long? She remembered asking him. "Hell, she broke the day after she got
here!" he laughed. Her deal with him -- to be his sex slave to guarantee
Julie's safety -- it had all been a lie.
It didn't matter. It didn't matter how she got here. She was here. She
couldn't stop obeying him, pleasing him, fucking him. She belonged to him.
She was his property. She felt more purpose, more fulfillment than she ever
did as a wife, a mother, or a nun. This was her place.
But Mia.... how she hated Mia! The other girls came and went, but Mia
remained. Earl would take her night after night. Her gut twisted knowing
that he was taking her right now. She imagined his cock inside Mia's body,
filling her with cum. Was Mia pregnant? Sister Anne's hand went to her
belly. It was visibly swollen now. She could feel the baby inside her.
Mia has to go.
The Sacrifice
Part 5
by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>
Sister Anne twisted the broom vertically and stuck it between the stove
and the wall. A pot of stew gurgled, rattling its lid noisily as it
simmered on the burner. A mass of dirt, old food and cobwebs emerged from
the crevice as she pulled the broom out. Disgusting! This place hasn't been
cleaned in years! She reached for a dustpan and tried to get as much filth
into the garbage as possible.
A familiar creaking of stairs signaled to her that Earl was emerging
from the basement.
"Oh, Earl!" Sister Anne called out. She ran to embrace him as the worn
door opened. His shirt was noticeably stained. A sheen of sweat covered
him. The odor of sex was fresh on his body.
"Hey, baby," he said with little enthusiasm. "How's that lunch coming?"
"A few more minutes," she whispered in his ear. "Enough time for us."
Her hand wandered down to his crotch.
"Maybe later," he said. He brushed her off and went to the stove,
inspecting the stew.
"Earl," she began. She had to ask him. She had to! "Earl... why... why
do you keep Mia around?"
Earl stabbed a potato with a fork and pulled it from the pot.
"I dunno," he said as he eyed the steaming tater. "She's a good a fuck
as any."
"I don't like her, Earl," she said.
He ignored her. He took a bite.
"Earl," she said again. She began to cry. "Do you love her?"
He spit out the potato in disgust, more at her than with the underdone
tuber.
"Now, don't start that shit again," he warned.
"Earl, please! I'm begging you!" she said. "Please! Get rid of her!"
She started to sob. Tears flowed undaunted down her cheeks.
"Oh, for the love of fuck! Will you shut the fuck up if I do?"
She only whimpered.
"Fuck! I'll do it, baby. I'll get the fuck rid of her, but it'll take
some time."
Sister Anne dried her tears. She nodded.
Earl eyed her. Her breasts were swollen. Her belly was noticeably full.
His baby was inside her. How he loved that! He loved the way her pregnant
belly swung back and forth as he fucked her. He watched her cry. The sight
of her tears, her suffering, it turned him on. He wanted her.
"Now," he said, stroking his cock. "How's about that fuck?"
Sister Anne could see his desire. His cock was pressing uncomfortably
against his pants. She approached him and pressed the heel of her palm
against his hardon. He wanted her.
Their lips met and his tongue darted inside her mouth. He clutched her
chin tightly, forcing her mouth open while his tongue assaulted her
forcefully. She could feel his tongue probing her, lapping up her saliva.
His hands found their way up her dress and into her cunt. Sister Anne had
abandoned the idea of wearing panties long ago.
He fingered her roughly, parting her lips and gesturing in a "come
here" motion. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it vigorously. Her love
juices began to flow freely and soon his fingers were soaking in them.
"Yeah, you want it, don't you, slut?" he asked. "You're so wet for me,
don't deny it!"
"Yes, yes!" Sister Anne cried. "I want you in me! I need it!"
Earl quickly freed his cock from its prison. "On your knees!" he
ordered. "Suck that cock!"
Sister Anne obeyed, taking his full length in her mouth. She sucked him
off eagerly.
"You better treat that cock right!" Earl barked at her. "This cock gave
you so much pleasure! More than a worthless little git like you deserves!
It gave you that baby inside you! You better treat it right! Don't just
suck it. Worship it. Worship that cock, woman!"
Sister Anne took Earl's cock in her hands and licked the underside with
a quick willingness. She took the head eagerly into her mouth and fed it
into her throat while locking her gaze on her lover's eyes. She pulled it
in and out of her mouth, caressing it with her hands. She sucked the glans
and let her tongue slide around the corona. She lifted the shaft and
pressed her tongue against it lustfully. She sucked his balls, then lifted
his scrotum and licked the underside until her tongue flicked his sphincter.
"Oh yeah, who's your master now?" Earl teased her. "Tell me how much
you love that fuckin' cock!"
"I love your cock, Master," Sister Anne replied.
Then she took his entire shaft into her mouth. She sucked hard and
gently squeezed him with her teeth. She pulled off allowing her teeth to
gently rake the length of his shaft and across his glans.
"Oooagh!!!" Earl cried out. "You make me want it, bitch! You make me
want to fuck you! Bend over!"
Sister Anne got to all fours. Earl quickly pressed his cock against her
pussy and pushed. Sister Anne was so wet, he slid easily into her. The
pregnant nun gasped loudly as he entered her. He let his rock-hard cock
spear her like a piece of fresh meat on a skewer. He quickly got into a
rapid rhythm, slamming in and out of her. His balls slapped up against her
clit filling the room with the sound of flesh smacking against bare flesh.
Sister Anne's swollen belly rocked with the motion of their fucking.
"You like this, don't you baby?" Earl asked salaciously.
"Mmmmm, yesssss...."
Her belly continued to sway as Earl shoved his cock deep inside her
body again and again.
"Holy fuck! I'm going in so deep! I can feel it. I'm hittin' yer
fuckin' cervix! Oh, shit!"
Earl reveled in the sensation of forcing his cock deep into Sister
Anne's dripping wet cunt. Every forward thrust forced her swollen belly to
sway forward. The knowledge that it was his baby growing in there only
added to the eroticism.
"I want that fuckin' baby, Sister," he barked at her as he fucked. "I
want a beautiful baby girl like Julie. Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm fuckin' our
baby. Feel that cock in there? I'm fucking our little girl inside you!"
"Do you like to fuck little girls, Master?" Sister Anne asked as her
pussy was being pounded.
"You know I do."
"Our daughter likes it when her Daddy fucks her," Sister Anne replied.
She felt Earl's cock swell and grow at the sound of that. He began pumping
her harder, faster.
"Oh shit!" he called out.
"Fuck your daughter, Daddy," Sister Anne encouraged him. Her belly
rocked back and forth with each penetration of his swollen member. "Show
her what kind of a man her Daddy is."
"Oh yeah!" he screamed. "Fuck yeah!" He was fucking her at a machine
gun pace now. "Fucking take that bitch!"
"Ow! Ow! Oh! It's too much! You're hurting her, Daddy!" Sister called
out as Earl fucked her brutally.
"Fuck if I care! She can take it," he said. Sweat dribbled from his
brow and onto her back. He was moving at breakneck speed. He slammed in and
out of her without care, without mercy.
"Oh! So big! Your cock is too big for her," Sister Anne cried out,
encouraging him.
"Yeah, you like that fat cock, don't you, bitch?" Earl said with a
crooked grin. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pulled her into him.
"Oh!" Sister Anne cried out. "Give her your cum! She wants to bathe in
her Daddy's cum!"
"Fucking take it you little bitch!" Earl screamed at her. His fingers
dug into her flesh as he pulled her into him, fucking her like a little
bitch. Finally, he pulled out, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. "I
want to fuck her Mommy's asshole," he said simply.
Earl jammed his rock-hard cock into Sister Anne's ass and shoved. He
forced his cock inside her with only her wetness on him as lubrication. She
screamed in pain as he forced his way in.
"Ow! Ow! Oooagh!!!" she screamed. "Earl, I'm not ready ... Ahhoagh!! It
hurts!"
"Yeah, that's it bitch," he barked at her. "Scream for me. Scream for
your master." He continued to fuck her ass with no care for her discomfort.
"You've enjoyed this too much. You've always loved it. You need to know
what it feels like to get raped!"
Sister Anne's ass was tight and reluctant to accept his girth. Earl
forced his way in. Sister Anne cried out as he pierced her sphincter. He
forced his cock into her ass, sliding in deeper with each thrust. The need
to fill her consumed him.
"Aargh! No, Earl! No, it's too much! It's too much!" Sister Anne cried
out. Tears began to flow uncontrollably.
Earl continued to assault the pregnant woman's asshole. Everytime he
pulled back and pushed back in, it felt like the virgin penetration. The
walls of her rectum closed in tightly around his member, hugging him
tightly.
"Scream for me you little bitch!" Earl demanded. And scream she did.
Earl was merciless as he ass reamed her. Sister Anne collapsed. Her chest
pressed against the ground as Earl forced his cock into her. The walls of
her anus soon began to give way, but as she loosened, he only pressed on
his attack. He fucked her into submission. Tears rolled down her cheeks as
she clenched her teeth, enduring his assault.
"You feel that bitch?" he demanded of her. "I'm gonna fuck our daughter
like that."
He pulled his cock out of her ass.
"Let's see how she likes the taste of your asshole," he said.
"Earl! No!" Sister Anne protested, but he wouldn't listen. He promptly
shoved his cock back in her pussy and fucked her. Sister Anne gave in to
the wave of pleasure that washed over her.
"Oooh," she sighed. "Right there! That's the spot!"
Earl just laughted. Did she really think he gave a fuck?
"I'm gonna cum in you," he warned her.
"Mmmm.... yesssss," she replied.
"I'm gonna cum all over our daughter," he promised. "I'm gonna make her
swim in it."
"Yes!" was all Sister Anne could say, more in reply to the cock
pounding her g-spot than his words.
"You know I'm gonna fuck her," he asked as he pounded her pussy. "I'm
gonna fuck our little girl."
Sister Anne said nothing.
"I'm gonna make her drink my milk before she's allowed to drink yours,"
he went on. "And when she's older, I'm gonna fuck her, like I fuck Julie.
I'm gonna take them both together. And you know the best part? You're gonna
help!"
He imagined it. Two little blonde girls, sucking his cock, getting
fucked in the pussy, in the ass, taking his cum -- their Daddy's cum. He
imagined their Mommy, Sister Anne standing over them, shoving their heads
onto his cock, forcing them to take it. It was more than he could stand. He
exploded inside Sister Anne. His cum shot into her, filling her vagina. She
could feel the hot jets of semen spurting out from him. He came and came.
The flow felt like it would never stop... but it finally did.
Sister Anne felt the hot liquid drip out of her pussy and onto her
legs. She lay there, her ass sore and her clit still throbbing. Earl's
words hung in her mind. The images he filled her with refused to leave. She
fell asleep on the floor, Earl's cum still inside her. Visions of Julie,
Perdita and her unborn child haunted her dreams.
***
Sister Anne held on to Mia's feet as Earl lifted her torso. They
carried the unconscious girl to his rickety van.
"I'll be gone a few days," he said. "You know what to do."
She nodded. Where he took these girls when he was done with them, she
never knew. She didn't ask. He didn't tell. She went back to the hovel,
elated that she had eliminated her one rival for Earl's attention.
Now she alone would be his. Well, there was Julie, but Julie was a
girl. She was a woman. Julie couldn't give him a baby. She could. And
Julie... she couldn't bear to be apart from her, even if it did mean that
Earl... She didn't want to think about it. Her imagination conjured the
image of Earl's cock prying open Julie's slit. Sister Anne quickly pushed
it out of her mind.
A day went by without incident. Sister Anne boiled the stew and fed
Earl's charges. Her cleaning duties never ended as the upstairs was nothing
but years of accumulated filth. While she was sweeping, a mouse ran from
the closet and darted across the floor, disappearing in a pile of trash.
Disgusting!
Fueled with determination, Sister Anne pulled the boxes out of the
closet. She made it her mission to clean every inch of this place. What was
this junk, anyway? She rifled through the boxes. Some of them had old
clothes -- girls' clothes -- mostly underwear. Some had pictures of girls.
She went through them. Picture after picture. Girls sleeping naked. Girls
crying. Girls lost and scared. How many? She didn't want to know, but she
couldn't stop herself. They were so young. All younger than her. And
some... some were Julie's age. She dug through box after box. Some boxes
even had money. One box was full of cash. How long had he been doing this?
Where did they go? Where did he take them to when he was done? She went
through picture after picture. Looking at each girl, looking into their
eyes. Studying their faces, wondering who they were. Were they lost?
Kidnapped? Did they have parents out there, still searching for them?
Sister Anne's heart dropped. Tears flowed from her eyes. They blinded
her. She wanted to scream but she couldn't find her voice -- only grief,
only pain and guilt. She crumpled on the floor like a broken mannequin. Her
strings had been cut. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. She could only
cry.
After hours, she found the strength to stand. Her muscles ached from
laying on the hard floor. Her throat was sore. Her eyes stung from crying.
She waded through the filthy clutter with a photo still clutched in her
hand. She found her way to the phone. She dialed it mechanically. All the
emotion, all the energy had been drained out of her.
"911 emergency," the voice crackled through the line.
Sister Anne lifted the photo and forced herself to look. She stared
into those eyes as she spoke. "I'd like to report a kidnapping," she
said. "Please, send someone."
"Where are you?" the voice asked.
"I... I don't know," she said weakly, her eyes still fixed on the
photograph.
"Who has been kidnapped?"
"Lots of people, hundreds..." her voice broke. She thought she had
cried them out. She thought they were all used up, but the tears flowed
again. "INCLUDING MY DAUGHTER!!!!"
She dropped the photo and crumpled onto the floor again. The phone was
still to her ear. Her tears dribbled down her cheeks and fell from her
chin. Drops began to splatter onto the photo and mar the image, maybe the
last image ever taken, of her daughter -- poor, beautiful Perdita.
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