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 Father Forgive Me for I have Sinned
   M,b M,g forced sex, incest rape abuse, Religious pedophiles raping a
young boy and girl.  A really nasty asshole that berates his son and fucks
him.  Sex with unwilling children.  If such offends you go way now...  if
not see what Sins lay below.
   The sky was dark and dreary the cracked and broken sidewalk slick with a
cold late October rain.  Patrick walked carefully to avoid getting his new
shoes muddy.  His father would blister his hide if the black wingtips got
ruined.  He could still feel the hot welts on his bottom from this
morning's beating.  He had been stupid and spilt his father's coffee on the
tray when he carried it up the long narrow stairs to his bedroom.
   His eyes filled up with tears as he entered the darkened chamber.  It
smelled of stale beer and Luck Strike smokes.  His mother was huddled in
the corner of the room sobbing from the beating she got for not servicing
his thick cock to his satisfaction.
   "Good morning Father.  I hope you slept well." Patrick said forcing a
cheerful voice hoping to dissuaded his father's terrible temper.
   " What in the name of the Blessed Virgin Mary is good about it?  And I
am sure that you give a tinker's dam about my evenings rest, troubled
though it was.  Troubled by my stupid son's poor grades and sloppy
appearance.  You got and A MINUS in math, now my dullard offspring just
what does minus mean?  Well do not trouble your dull brain trying to answer
lad.  It means having a negative or detrimental effect a minus factor.  You
were less than perfect, and how else can a dull witted lout such as
yourself hope to gain admittance to Notre Dame with less than flawless
marks?
   Now present your feeble attempt at cooking and let me see how you have
ruined braking my fast.
   Hum the eggs are eatable, the toast is not burnt to a crisp as it
normally is.  The jelly is in the right portion.  The ham is slice nearly
evenly enough.  The silverware is passably polished and yo did not leave
any filth on the fork as you normally do.  The coffee is still hot enough
aha there it is now.  You have gone and slouched half the coffee on the
saucer." he said pointing at two small drops on the rim of the saucer.
   " Do you even know the cost of a pound of coffee?  You stupid worthless
hunk of flab and disgusting humanity.  You will learn the cost drop your
panties and bare your bottom.  The cost of a pound of coffee is two dollars
and 78 cents.  That will be twenty seven lashes and you will count them
each out.  Miss one and we shall start over as I had to do twice with that
stupid woman you call mother." William Justice said as he stood nude and
bent his nine-year-old son over the bed and drew back a heavy thick three
inch wide belt.
   The leather sung its song of agony as it whistled through the closed air
of the bedchamber.  Thwack!
   "One Sir!"
   And so it went until all the apportioned lashes were administered and
the boy's ass was a mass of welts and broken skin.  Though the hide was
mainly scar tissue with most of the nerve endings having long ago been
destroyed.
   "Now boy since your mother can not learn how to please a man you must do
it for her.  Get over her Lorraine and watch how a real cocksucker goes at
it." He said as he lay back on the bed while his son serviced his thick
rod.
   Patrick opened his mouth and took the wide wet smelly cock and pulled
down the foreskin with his lips as he had been beaten to know how to do. 
He rubbed his tongue over the slit in the cock head and hummed sending
vibrations to the shaft.  He bobbed his head quickly over the rod and
lightly rubbed the hairy nutsack.  He sucked and moaned making the sounds
that would please his demanding father.
   His mother sobbed as she watched her husband force his son to perform
oral sex.  Her pussy burned from the hot wax he poured in it and her tits
were aching after he mauled them with his teeth.  She hated the man and was
terrified of him.  She walked with a limp from the time he threw her down
the stairs.
   Patrick felt his father stomach muscles tighten and knew his father was
going to ejaculate into his mouth.  He bobbed his head faster and patted
his balls and readied his mouth for the flood of foul tasting slime that
came from his father's penis.  He hopped that oral sex was all that the man
would demand from him this time.
   "Here it comes boy!  Do not spill a drop or I will blister your ass
again." he threatened as he shoved his thick meat down his son's throat.
   The ejaculation felt wonderful as he drained his nuts into the dumb
simpleton that was his sorry excise for a son.  The boy sucked him until he
grew soft.  He felt the boy gently lick all of the cum off his cock head.
   "Well boy that was adequate.  Next time you must prolong my pleasure. 
Go chop a cord of firewood before you go to Mass.  When you go to
confession make sure you go to Father Michele not the Jesuit ass wipe
Father John.  Now get to your chores and remember I will be checking to see
that you are not slacking as you always do." the gruff old bastard said as
he went to make his morning toilet.
   Patrick got dressed and went to his tasks.  He washed the dishes and
scrubbed the kitchen floor.  He took out the trash and scrubbed the garbage
can until it shined.  You could have eaten out of it.  He did a load of
washing in the hand powered machine the hot water and lye soap burned his
skin and turned it a bright red.  He fed the chickens and gathered their
eggs.  He milked the cow and mucked out her stall.  He groomed the two
horses and fed and watered them.  He did not feed the barn cats, they
hunted for their food or starved to death.  He slopped the hogs and then
split up the old oak tree that had fallen last winter.  He stacked the wood
and then carried in enough to fill the wood box besides the stove and the
fireplace in the living room.  He sharpened the ax and replaced all the
tools and feed sacks and swept out the shed.
   Come spring his mother and he would use the horses and plow the fields
and plant the seed and then hoe the weeds.  When the rains did not come he
had to fetch buckets of water for the parched field.  The field was twenty
acres.  He was beaten for any plants that died.
   He took a cold bath using rain water as he was not allowed to use well
water or any from the tap in the house.  He shivered in cold October wind.
His task would be hell in the dead of winter as he was forced to chop the
ice off the rain barrel and bathe in the snow.  He would pack straw around
the old oak barrel to try and keep it from freezing solid.  If it did he
had to rub snow on his body to get it clean.  He folded his work bib
overalls and changed into his school clothes.
   He made his own lunch and packed it in an old cigar box he had found in
an ally.  He took three stale crackers, a pat of butter, one ounce of hard
cheese, a small apple that was soft and wrinkled but eatable and two small
hardboiled eggs.  He had a battered tin cup for water from the fountain. 
He would look for some wild greens on the way to school, but it was getting
very late in the season to find much more than grass.
   He used a short piece of rope to tie his books together.  He would have
to look in the trash as school to see if he could find a few pencil stubs.
He scrounged old soda bottles and turned them in for a little cash to buy
some paper and an eraser.
   He walked the three miles down the hill to his school and church.  His
new shoes were tight on his feet so he wore his old ones.  The new shoes
had come in a box left on the front porch one morning.  His old ones he
kept for work and he would them to school only changing them when he was a
block from school.
   There was a bus that stopped just 75 feet from his house, but his father
would not pay the 50 cents a week that riding the bus cost.  Buses are for
pussies his father would say.
   He barely made it for Mass as the Priest had just made the call to
worship and the church bells had stopped tolling.  He saw the priest enter,
with a deacon, and altar servers.  The deacon carried the Book of the
Gospels, which he placed on the altar, and the servers carried a
processional cross and candles and incense.
   The Priest was Father William, so the message would be heavy on hell
fire and damnation and short on love and forgiveness.
   Liturgy of the Word was preformed followed by the Liturgy of the
Eucharist, and then for those who had been to confession the Communion rite
was given.  The mass closed with the saying of the Lord's Prayer and the
Priest giving his blessing.  The students filed out of the Church to go to
their classes.  Patrick was making his way down the isle when he felt a
hand upon his shoulder.  It was Deacon Johnny.
   "Father Michele wishes to see you in his rectory now." the dour sullen
man said as he turned him towards the hall leading to the Priest privet
chambers.
   " Yes sir.  I shall go there straight away." the boy said as he picked
up his books and walked quickly down the oak paneled corridor.  There were
the portraits of all the past headmasters of the school.  The carpet was
short shorn red wool.  It showed evidence of heavy traffic as the center
was a darker red and worn thin in spots.  There were thin potted ferns that
waived with his passage.  It was as if they were waiving goodbye to his
childhood.
   He came to Father Michaels dark oak door.  There in the center of the
door was a replica of a US Navy ships anchor with the name USS Chicago
CA-136 and under that in small numbers were the dates 01-10-45 - 11-23-45
He trembled when he lifted the tarnished brass knocker and let it fall
once. It seemed to him that a cannon had just gone off in the confined
space of the hallway.
   "Enter" a voice called from behind the door.
   The young boy opened the door and stepped inside and closed the door
behind him.
   "Hello there Pattie, be a good lad and latch the door.  We don't want to
be disturbed now do we?" the tall powerful Priest said as he stood up
beckoning the child to come to him.
   " Hello sir." was all that Patrick said when he saw all the Priest was
wearing was a silk smoking jacket.
   " I have a note here from your father that says you are in need of some
more anal training.  Place your books on the table by the door and undress
and hang your clothing on the rack as usual.  There is a tub of lard there
so that you can lubricate your anus.  Then come over here and service my
Johnson to get us started.  I have sent word to Sister Marie that you will
not be attending classes to day.  They will send what lessons you miss here
so that you can do them while I rest.  We are having a nice lunch served
here by one of the new orphaned girls.  Perhaps you two will entertain me
while I dine." the man said as he let his robe fall to the floor.
   Patrick said a full rosary to himself as he undressed and then rubbed
the slick lard on his small anus and balls.  He walked over to the Priest
and knelt down before him.
   "Bless me Father for I have sinned." the boy said as tears welled up in
his eyes.
   " How long has it been since your last confession my son?" The Priest
said as he fondled the boy's hair.  The locks were long and curled just
like Shirley Temple.  The students at the school made fun of him and called
him Pattie Temple.
   "One day Father."
   "Then what are your sins my son?" the Priest asked as he masturbated his
now fully erect penis.
   " Failed to please my father again.  He had to beat me for my stupidity.
I was slothful and lazy and only got one cord of wood cut.  I was
gluttonous and took three crackers instead of the two I was allowed.  I
soled three glass pop bottles from a sand lot.  I was prideful when I got
an A in spelling and felt better than the children that did not.  I was
angry at my mother because she did not please father and I had to service
him in the middle of the night.  I had unclean thoughts when I saw Jennie
Wilson's knickers on the playground.  I touched myself down there when I
washed this morning.  That is all that I can remember Father."
   "Well Pattie that is a long list for one so young.  Let me show you how
to make your father feel good." he said as he pulled the young boy to his
cock and laid back in his leather overstuffed chair and felt the dear boy
suck his cock.
   He looked down on the small boy's scared body.  His back was a mass of
crisscrossing scars and welts some very new and tender.  His back was black
and blue with ugly yellow purple splotches where the skin was healing.  He
ran his fingers over the boy's once tender skin and enjoyed the texture of
his wounds.  The lad was a perfect vessel for abuse and pain.  He was a
willing doxy and would do any act no matter how vile or disgusting.
   Patrick worked his mouth over the veined shaft and hummed as he sucked
the cock.  He took the man's balls and rubbed them with one hand and worked
his other one down to the Priest's anus.  He toyed with the tight rim and
then forced his finger up the bowel.  The inside of the ass felt velvety
smooth.
   "Ah, that is good my lad.  Take my cock all the way in your fucking
mouth.  Ok I am ready bend over the bed and spread your ass cheeks for me.
And tighten that ass I want to have to ram it home like I am fucking a
three-year-old virgin."
   The boy complied and pulled his scared ass open for the man cock that
was soon going to cause him pain.  He liked the pain as it let him feel
something in void that was his life.  The young child felt the Priest's
cock head stretch his ass ring and then plunge in.  His body stretched to
accommodate the size of the cock and soon the Priest was slamming his prick
home.  The boy clenched his ass and used the mussels in his rectum to grip
and release the invading cock.
   Patrick had to look at something while he was being rapped so he studied
a shadowbox filled with odd bits of Naval trivia.  There was a good conduct
medal, several many colored service ribbons.  There were seven tarnished
.45 ACP rounds with a deep gray patina on the lead.  There was a Navy Cross
and a miniature copy of his discharge papers.  There was a photo of what
Patrick thought was a battleship, which really was the Heavy Cruiser
Chicago.  There were several photos of scantily dress young boys in the
Priest's arms from around the world.
   In the center of the box was a large black pistol.  It was a 1911A-1
Colt .45 Automatic Pistol.  Father Michael had been in the Navy during
World War II.  He joined up after Perl Harbor and survived in the Pacific
until the end of the war.  He had made a promise to God that if he survived
the war he would become a Priest.
   "Father is that a real gun in the box?" he asked as Priest pounded his
ass.
   " Yes it is.  It was mine in the War.  If you are good and make the new
little girl play our sex games maybe I will let you hold it.  A boy should
know how to shoot a gun.  If you like I will show you how to shoot.  Not
that one for it has way too much recoil for your hands.  I know a man that
likes little boys and has a lot of .22's we could start out with.  Oh God
here I cum.  Take it all boy.  Yea that is fucking assume.  Now get down
here and suck this clean boy." the pedophile Priest said as he lay back and
lit a Lucky Strike.
   Patrick quickly cleaned the cock and even got the old pervert hard again
and let the old lecher bugger him in the ass again.  He had just finished
fucking the child when there was a knock at the door.
   "Who is it?" the Priest called out as he pulled on a robe and pushed
Patrick down behind the chair.
   " Brother Tobias, Father I have your lunch and the new little girl here
for you to train."
   " Just a moment and I will have Pattie get the door." he said as he
pulled off his robe and told Patrick to unlock the door and show the little
girl in.
   Patrick opened the door and saw a sweet little child done up like a
pinup girl.  She had long soft red hair that curled down her back.  She
wore a tight fitting red and black leather corset that was laced up the
back.  She had a silk garter belt that supported fishnet silk stockings. 
She did not have any panties on so her pussy was exposed and highlighted
with red lipstick.  She wore black spike high heals strapped to her feet.
   The child was ten years old and had just the beginnings of puffy tender
breast.  She had a dog collar around her neck to which was attached a chain
dog leash.  The Brother held the leash in one hand and a ridding crop in
the other.  The child's pussy bore the fresh welts from the stinging
leather.  When she entered the room and Patrick could see her small round
bottom it to was red with welts.  There were tears in the child's eyes and
she was fighting back sobs as she knew that another sound out of her mouth
would earn her more lashes on her stinging skin.
   Her face was painted like a streetwalker.  She had on deep red lipstick
and dark red rouge on her high sweet cheeks.  She had bright blue eyeliner
on that complemented her dazzling sapphire eyes.
   The child was carrying a heavy silver tray that had several covered
dishes and a bottle of champaign in a sliver cooler filled with ice and
three thin fluted glasses.
   "Ah what a wonderful little child.  Will you be staying for the fun
Brother?" as he pointed to a round table covered with a white linen
tablecloth.  The child set the heavy tray down and looked down at the
ground and let her shoulders slump forward.  The crop whistled and impacted
the little girl across the slumping shoulders.
   " Stand strait you little cunt or you will find that Father is not as
forgiving as I am.  No Father I have a new family to deal with.  They have
a set of twin girls and can not support them.  We shall see what comes of
it." he said as he handed the leash to the Priest.
   " Well that is a pity, as I an sure that these two will put on quite a
good performance.  I hope that all does go well with the family.  If there
is anything that I can do just let me know Brother."
   "Later then Father enjoy.  She is still quit tight in all of her
openings."
   "Pattie close and lock the door and bring me the key.  What is your name
young lady?" he asked as he popped the cork on the thick green glass
bottle.
   " I am simply called Lolita sir.  How may I please you Father?" she said
as she did a sensuous roll of her body starting from her head all the way
down to her toes.
   " Well Lolita I would like for you to serve us all a glass of this
wondrous sparking wine.  Then sit the bottle on the floor and we will see
which one of you can get it the farthest up your ass or cunt."
   "Yes sir." she said as she poured three glasses and then set the long
necked bottle on the floor.  She handed one to the Priest and then gave one
to the boy and she took the other for herself.
   " Down the hatches' kids." he said as he knocked off the glass in one
lone draught.
   The children had never had champaign or even wine before.  They took a
sip and coughed as the bubbles went up their noses.  Patrick closed his
eyes and tossed the glass back and drank as much of the dry wine as he
could.  Lolita did the same and after three tries they managed to drain
their glasses.
   " Good now ladies first.  Sit on the bottle and ram as much of it as you
can.  The winner gets some more wine and the looser gets beaten.  You will
be able to get more of it up your cute little ass than your pussy.  So get
it in your asshole and sit down.  Oh you will be sucking me off as you ram
it up your ass.  So feel free to scream when it get rough and it will." the
Priest said.
   The little girl squatted over the bottle and put the top of it in her
ass and slowly sat down as it entered her ass.  The first five inches were
not too bad as they both had larger things up there before.  But as the
bottle widened out her anus stretched to the point of agony and her body
quivered as she cried out.  She had the Priest cock deep in her sucking
mouth.  The child was holding on to the man to keep herself from falling on
the bottle impaling her and ripping her flesh.
   A wave of pain rushed through her body as she inched lower on the glass.
She was nearly to the top of label.  Her legs quivered and cramped up
momentarily over shadowing the agony in her ass.  She slipped down another
two inches and screamed loud enough that even with a cock in her mouth she
could have been heard out side the Priest's room.
   The child pulled off the cock and cried, " That is it!  I can't take any
more.  Please sir may I take it out.  It hurts so badly."
   " No hold it there I think you can take more of it up that sweet ass. 
Here put this in your mouth.  I don't want my dick around your teeth when I
do this." he said as he put a ball gag in her mouth and buckled it tight .
   " Oh nooo." she cried as he put both hands on her shoulders and pushed
her down.  She went a few more inches and her ass was stretched to about
four inches across.  Two more and she could get it all the way in her ass.
Blood ran down the sides of the glass making it slippery and she sank down
deeper.  Even with the ball gage she made quite a noise.
   She was struggling trying to get off the invading bottle.  He forced her
down and over powered her tiny body.  The longer she sat on the bottle the
more her anus stretched allowing more of the glass in her body.  The child
passed out and there was a lot more blood on the floor as her ring did tare
allowing her ass to hit the floor.
   "Well it looks like all you can do is tie her now.  Lift her over here
on this rubber sheet and let me try and get this thing out of her ass. 
Look how wide her anus is now.  She is not going to shit right for a month
of Sundays.  That is 31 weeks if you never thought of it." he said as he
tried to get a grip on the rim of bottle.
   "Sir if you have some R92 plumbers epoxy you could attach a strong cord
to the bottle and pull it out.  I know they have some in the maintenance
shop.  I helped them inventory it last week.  The epoxy sets in just 20
seconds.  Should I go and get some?" Patrick asked.
   " No I will phone them and have someone run up a tube of it.  That was
very creative of you Pattie.  I don't think that poor Lolita will be in any
shape to fuck after I get that out of her ass.  In fact she is going to
need some stitches to sew her ass back together
   Well I promised the loser a good beating so bend over here and let my
cock beat your asshole." He said as he put his cock in the lad's ass again
while he dialed the repair shop.
   He fucked the child in the ass while he waited for the boys in the shop
to find the epoxy and run it up to him.
   The sight of the little girl's ass made the Priest so horny that he
quickly came up the boy's ass.  Patrick was sucking the man clean when
there was a knock at the door.
   It was the runner from shop.  Patrick opened the door and took the clear
tube of the strong epoxy.  The Priest let the boy mix the stinky stuff and
then attach about three feet of cord to the bottle.  He let it set up for
five minutes and then jerked on the cord testing it grip.  The bottle moved
a fraction of an inch.
   The Priest took the line and braced his foot against the bed frame and
pulled.  At first all he did was pull her back to him.  But with Pattie
holding her ass back the bottle moved and inch and then slid right out in a
flood of blood.  Patrick grabbed a clean whit hand towel and rolled it into
a giant tampon and shoved it up the little child's ass.  The towel not only
adsorbed the blood but it put pressure on torn blood vessels.  That act
saved the child's life.
   " Again fast thinking Pattie.  I will call the nurse Sister Claudia and
see what she can do for her ass.  I think that you have earned a closer
look at my war relic.  I was in the Navy from just after Pearl to after V-J
day.  Those are the medals I got on the ship.  Here is the pistol.  Always
assume that a gun is loaded and never point it at anything you do not want
to shoot.
   She how heavy it is?  To load it you pull the slide back after you push
this button that lets the slide move back.  Here is the clip release that
lets this box move out.  It is were the bullets go like this.  This old gun
will hold all seven of these rounds.  They pop in here one after another.
   Now that the clip is full you put it back in her handle and make sure
the catch clicks like that.  Then to load the weapon you let the slide go
back like this.  Now the gun is loaded but on safe.  You see this button
here?  It locks the trigger and does not let it move.  You see that the
hammer her is cocked back and ready to fall.  It can be let down slowly and
unlocked like this.
   To fire the weapon you have to grip it here and push the safety to fire.
Then all you do is squeeze the trigger and the gun will fire.  When it does
gases from the round you just shot throw back the slide pull out the old
spent round , jack a new round in the chamber and cock the weapon.  And it
is ready to go again.  It will shoot as fast as you pull the trigger until
you run out of ammo which is real fast when other motherfuckers are
shooting at you.
   Here see how heavy the gun is?  Now I have put the safety on and let
down the hammer."
   " So to fire it I pull this back and push this here and hold on with
both hands like this?" Patrick asked as he felt the power in the old
weapon.
   " Yes it looks like you have it.  Now this gun is not very accurate so
you have to be close to the man you are gong to kill .  It makes a hell of
a noise and jumps hard in your hand from the recoil.
   " Hay motherfucker lets see just how much fucking noise it makes."
Patrick said as he swung the gun into the shocked perverts' gut and let the
hammer fall.  The auto jumped almost out of his hands.  It all happened at
one time.  The noise the flash of the bunging powder and the blood that
splattered the wall from the grapefruit sized hole in the bastard's guts.
   "See you in hell asshole.  Patrick said as he put the gun against the
dying man's head and pulled the trigger again.  He held on tighter this
time and the gun did not jump as far as he was ready for the recoil.
   The back of the dead Priest's head vanished in a pink mist.  He knew
that he had five more shots in the gun.  He got dressed quickly and opend
the window in the bedroom and went out it.  There already were several of
the bothers running to find out what the noise was.  Most thought it was an
automobile backfiring.
   It took them a few minutes to find a key for the dead Priest's door. 
They spent another five minutes searching the apartment for the boy before
they thought of looking off school grounds.  It was an houre before they
got the girl to the infermrey and then they called the cops in.
   Seargent Phillipos was dispatched to the Justice's homestead to see if
the boy had run home.  The house was quite and there did not seem tobe
anyone home.  The front door was ajar.  The officer drew his .38 and pushed
open the door.  He spun and vomited from the scean he found there.  Bill
Justice was nailed to the floor his cock was severed and shoved in his slit
throat.  The top of his head was missing.  Someone had used an ax and taken
it off.
   His wife Lorrian was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of
coffie.
   " What the hell happened here?  Who did this?  Where is your boy?" the
cop asked.
   " Hell happen here, it came home in spaids.  My boy did all this, well I
gave him a few ideas, and he is right there." She said pointing to a pantry
door that swung open.  He was pointing a .45 at the cop.
   " Shit!  Now son put that gun down.  Someone could get hurt here." the
cop said as he strted to move his gun up.
   " Wrong move sparky." Patrick said as the big auto went off and blew a
hole in the cop's chest.  He was dead before he hit the ground.
   " Well we have got wheels now.  Are you sure you can drive Mom?  It has
been years since you drove."
   "Honey it is just like fucking once you have done it you don't forget.
Lets get the hell out of here.  Did you find the money?"
   " I was where I told you it would be.  In the outhouse.  He never
trusted banks.  There is over 700,000 dollars in small bills.  Come on Mom
Mexico is call us." he said as they broke off the gas line on the water
heater.  The stove still held the morning fire.  The place would go up in a
ball of fire when the gas filled the kitchen and reached the stove on the
other side of the room.
   They ditched the cop car in the next town and got a pickup truck and
some new clothes and drove away from hell.
   Sometimes the worm will turn and bite you in the ass.  This is a work of
fiction.  No Priest were harmed in writing it.  If you haited it there was
the deleat key somewhere on the keybord.  If you enjoided this sick tail of
abuse and revenge let me know @ arlinwordsmith@yahoo.com

   
  
Father Forgive Me for I have Sinned