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.