Faithfulness: Genesis

(WARNING: This story contains a little bit of explicit torture, and implications of snuff. Also daddy/daughter incest, in a way. Also pissing. If you don’t like these things, you may not like this story.)

(AUTHOR COMMENT: I promised myself I would stop the Faithfulness series because I know it’s over the top, and many people think it’s just too much. I started working on a more subtle story, but I kept coming back to the images here, so I just had to write it to get it out of my system. I intend to write something a little more down to earth soon.)

My name is Fred, and life has worked out pretty well for me. My family wasn’t too well off, but I was the first to go to college, and from there I got in on the ground floor of a new company that developed a new app that became popular, and as the company grew, my income went up with it. It didn’t make me a billionaire like the kinds of people you hear about in the news, but it made me a great deal of money, so I was able to easily afford a good home, and lots of the good things in life.

My biggest achievement, if you could call it that, was my wife, Laura. She was a bombshell. We often joked that she was a trophy wife, but the reality was that I met her a few years before the company took off, when we were still struggling to take off. We met at a cooking class, and after a few dates, she said she could see the potential in me, and I knew that if a woman like her believed in me, then I must be on the right track!

Laura was stunning, I could hardly believe my luck when we were paired up in the cooking class. She had long auburn hair that was dark and thick and healthy, and long and wavy. Her eyes were this deep dark shade of blue and her skin was light and smooth as porcelain. Her face was angelic and had a way of entrancing you. She was fit, with long legs, and a small waist and a great figure, and to top it all off, she had these big, beautiful tits that were firm and round while being soft and enticing. She liked to dress in clothes with low neck lines to always be showing off her ample cleavage. She had the kind of beauty that was somehow classic and elegant, even though you couldn’t deny that you would kill to see a woman who looked that good in a porn!

Laura and I got married soon after meeting, and soon after that we had our daughter, Lilith. We thought about having more kids after Lilith, but, Lilith was such a joy that, strangely, we thought there was no way we would be so lucky again! Lilith was the spitting image of her mother, beautiful from the get go, and she charmed everyone. She was the little girl that everyone would wish they could have. Polite, kind, smiling all the time and playful in an adorable way.

However, Lilith started to become a problem when she became a teenager. She blossomed early, and when she did, wow, did she ever blossom! She went from a girlish figure to a curvy figure, and her breasts seemed to be expanding almost as you watched! By the time she was fourteen, she was still on the shorter side, and had slightly girlish features, but at the same time, she had big tits and a sexy young body, and just this natural ability to seduce anyone who looked at her!

She began flirting with boys all the time, and we were always getting calls about fights at school between boys who wanted to be with her, and it wasn’t hard for me to figure out she was helping make those fights happen by telling each boy different things. It was as if she reveled in causing trouble, and she was all too good at it because she still had that playful girlish charm, so no one ever believed she was at fault! It took me a while to see the patterns myself, after so many calls from the school there came a point when I just couldn’t deny it any more!

Lilith managed to convince other boys and girls to beat up or torment other boys and girls, such that it seemed like she was some kind of sadist! The teachers at school all struggled to keep classes under control, and no less than two teachers got fired because they were caught being inappropriate with her! It didn’t go further than her sitting in one’s lap, and the other was kissing her on the cheek, and that was wrong for them to do, and they both got fired for it, but at the same time, somehow I knew that she had probably teased them along and tempted them into doing it! Even outside of school, I couldn’t leave Lilith alone for a moment, in a food court in a mall or at a grocery store or in the park or anywhere, and when I came back, there would be boys surrounding her and flirting with her. Not just teenage boys, but men in their twenties and thirties or any age! And she would be encouraging it to the point where even if I came in and said I was her father and they had to leave, sometimes they didn’t believe me and I almost got into a few fights! All the while this would happen, she had this subtle wicked smirk, like she knew all the trouble she was causing, and she enjoyed it!

I was almost at my wits end with her, even though Laura kept saying it was just a phase and that Lilith would grow out of it. Laura kept telling that Lilith was just new to experiencing what it was like to be desired, and didn’t know how to control it yet, but soon she’d get tired of being pursued by men and boys that were beneath her, and she’d calm down and look for a more stable man. Laura said that was how it was with me and her, that she was a bit wild, but when she met me, she knew our relationship was real, and she knew she had to commit. That made me feel a bit better, but I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t make it to the time when Lilith was going to stop playing the role of a jail bait Lolita trap before I had a heart attack because of it!

Then, one day we were contacted through the school Lilith went to by a man named Charles who was a representative from another school called St Valentine. Apparently St Valentine’s often went scouting around different schools to find elite girls and boys to attend their private school. Charles spoke to me on the phone and said that St Valentine was an elite school with strong Christian values, and they saw potential in Lilith. While she was intelligent and charming, they must have known about her discipline problems, but Charles said that was okay because they felt that Lilith was acting out because regular schools didn’t know how to provide the right environment for gifted girls. They felt they could provide guidance for Lilith founded on a strong moral code that would change her behavior to make her into the superior woman she could be. I was not a particularly religious man, but, I had to agree that Lilith could use a firmer hand than the school she was at. And, it was clear to me that the school Lilith was going to was going to be happy to not have her causing so much disruption, not only among the students, but the teachers as well!

We went to the school, and it turned out to be more than Laura or I could have hoped for! It was very impressive, with all the best facilities. One thing I couldn’t help but notice was that the whole student body was very attractive, I assume because they all came from rich families. Some of the girls were, shall I say, impressive. Even though they were teenagers, and I’m a grown man and a father, I couldn’t help but notice that almost all the girls had impressively large tits and fit bodies, and maybe it was just because these girls would look attractive in any clothes, but it seemed to me that the school uniforms were designed to be deliberately sexier. Their plaid skirts were short, their white socks came up to mid thigh, their crisp white shirts seemed a little too tight. Some of the girls were outrageously beautiful, and I could only hope my wife didn’t catch me gawking!

My wife and daughter, however, seemed to just fit right in. They were always the prettiest, most beautiful girls in the room, but here in this school, it was like they were among their peers, and I could sense my daughter feeling like she belonged. My wife approved too, and on the side, she whispered that being around equally attention getting girls might be good for her as it would perhaps make it so not all the focus was entirely on here. I agreed, but the only problem was the cost. The school was very high class and costly, but Charles informed us that they had a program to make it affordable. They recognized a potential in Lilith which is why they reached out to us in the first place, and so they would offset a scholarship so that Lilith could attend. How could we say no? Everything seemed near perfect, and I was glad to have a chance at getting Lilith a little under control.

The only thing that made me slightly wary was that the school was attached to a church, and during the tour, Charles mentioned multiple times how they instilled good Christian values, and that Lilith would be an obedient servant of the Lord. Although we didn’t see him, we were told multiple times that the church’s Pastor was an amazing man who brought out a girl’s full potential like no other man could, and it got to the point where my and Laura were glancing at each other and rolling our eyes. Although of course I believe in God, I’m not very religious about going to church or anything, so I wasn’t sure that I wanted Lilith to be constantly preached to. However, Laura assured me that Lilith was stronger than that, that she wouldn’t get brain washed and that it was better to have a school with a good moral code.

The strangest moment, however, came when Lilith and Laura were taken by this one young student, I think her name was Chastity, who was absolutely stunning looking, for a tour of the girls wing of the school. Boys were not allowed, and so Charles and I waited for a little while, having a coffee in a teacher’s lounge. This man Charles asked me, “Fred, I get the feeling you and your wife are not very religious, but our school believes its values should be shared in the home as well as in our corridors. We’d really like you and your lovely wife to come attend some of our services sometime.” I said, “Well, I’m afraid Laura and I are not very religious. We very much like this school, though, and I think it would be a healthy environment for Lilith. Will it be a problem if Laura and I don’t attend the church as well?” Charles laughed and said, “Oh, no, not at all. However, I think in order to improve your chances of Lilith being accepted here, you and your wife should come to at least one service each. Just showing you’re willing to get involved in the community your daughter will become a part of will make everyone at the school confident that you’re engaged in her moral upbringing.”

I looked at Charles and said, “I’m sorry, did you say one service ‘each’? What do you mean by that?” Charles said, “Oh, as you can see, the school has separate facilities for boys and girls, and we believe that boys and girls can benefit from different teachings suited to their gender. We bring them together when it’s most beneficial, and keep them apart when it’s most beneficial. We do the same with our services for parents. We have a main Sunday service that’s reserved for our fully fledged members, and that’s mixed with both men and women. However, the services we offer to parents who are not full members of the church are separated, one for men, and one for women.”

I didn’t really care to go to any church service, but, I felt that this school was a good opportunity for Lilith, so I agreed to go at least once, just to see. When Lilith and Laura rejoined us, I could see that Lilith was even more excited than ever to join, and we decided then and there to sign her up and make arrangements. A week later, Lilith was attending the school and it seemed she was making friends with some popular girls there, and Laura and I breathed with relief that it seemed she was going to be more engaged with school and not cause trouble!

I went to their special church service which was on a Tuesday night. The church itself was very beautiful, I had to say. Big ornate stain glass windows, antique looking oak benches, tasteful statues. I noticed that there were might be some statues behind the altar, but they were covered in luxurious red curtains. In any case, a sort of strange man named Harold who was not a priest but apparently some kind of volunteer, spoke a little about how the church believes in very strict abstinence and that they have high expectations. He said he had never masturbated in his life! And he also said he only has sex with his wife for procreation, and because of his sexual restraint, he was closer to God. I didn’t like him at all, he had this kind of crazed intensity, like a man under pressure, and I laughed to myself thinking that not jerking off for your while life will probably make you tense! There were other men there, just a few, and they all seemed somehow beaten down in life. It felt like they were all hoping to be told that they were good or that they would be forgiven, or maybe that they were all hoping to be freed from some kind of suffering.

I didn’t stick around to find out more. I left as soon as the service was done, happy to be out of there. I wondered if maybe the church running the school was a little too extreme about sexual repression. Of course, the whole point was to get my daughter to cool off her sexual expression, but I don’t think I wanted her to turn into some kind of nun! I told Laura about it and my experience almost made her not go to her service for women, but she had made a promise to go, so she went.

When Laura came back, she seemed a little brighter, happier. I was surprised and I said, “How was the service?” and Laura said, “It wasn’t at all what I was expecting after talking with you. It was actually very, empowering. It was led by this woman named Maggie, you should have seen her Fred, she was stunningly beautiful. Actually, all the women there were so attractive! In any case, they talked about the ways in which women are held back by society from using all their power. However, it was more than just what they talked about. There was something kind of electric in the air, like everyone there was so full of power and confidence. I think I actually enjoyed myself!” I was really surprised and I said, “Wow, that’s so different from what I saw.” Laura responded, “Yes, I think the church is a little harder on the men because they expect more. I think they feel like society lets men get away with their more base behaviors, and women need to be freed up more.” I said, “Well, I don’t think I need to be controlled any more than I already am with my job! Hah hah!” Laura laughed again and said, “I understand. I might go again, I’m not sure.”

Laura did end up going again, and for a while, everything seemed really good in my life. I wasn’t getting any calls from the school or anything about Lilith’s bad behavior, and she seemed really eager to join in after school activities and clubs. She even started going to a Bible reading class! It was a little much for me, because even though of course I believe in God, I never was the type to read the Bible that much. Still, I felt it could only be good for her to have such moral guidance. I started to see her less, but then again, it’s normal for teenagers to start to want to have their own life separate from their parents, so I assumed Lilith was getting to be that age. So long as she was always accounted for in the care of the school, and I wasn’t getting any indication of her causing trouble, I thought she was on the right track.

Even Laura started to change for the better! I noticed she started dressing a little sexier, a little more confident. Her clothes got just a little tighter, a little more revealing. She was beautiful and stunning as always, but she was radiating a kind of confidence and power that I don’t know if I had ever seen before. I certainly liked it! The only downside was that she was becoming a little more strict about when we’d have sex. She said that sex was something sacred and shouldn’t just be done whenever and however. Still, when we did have sex, it was mind blowing, like she had a new kind of energy. If this was what she was learning at church, then I was all for it!

Laura was also making new friends, who I didn’t seem to meet because our schedules didn’t seem to line up, but now and again Laura would show me pictures on her phone, and wow, these women were just stunning! I can barely find the words to tell you how gorgeous these women were. If I didn’t know my wife and know that she wouldn’t even know how to edit a picture, I would swear these women had to have been photoshopped to perfection! They had names like Ophelia and Sasha and Lai and others I couldn’t keep track of. I was used to my wife always being the most gorgeous women in the room, with the biggest and most impressive tits, but I could see that in this crowd, she was just one of the girls. I wondered why and how this church had so many unbelievably gorgeous women in attendance, and Laura said that the church and school was a source of good connections, so lots of rich and successful people wanted to attend.

There was just one time when I came home late from work, and it was a night when Laura had been out at one of the church’s services. She was sitting in a chair, drinking a wine, staring at nothing in particular, and she looked very concerned. I said, “Laura, darling, what’s wrong?” She looked at me long and hard and then she said, “I’ve been asked to join the Sunday service.” I said, “Okay, isn’t that a good thing? Doesn’t that mean you’re being accepted?” Laura looked very serious and said, “Yes, but, it’s hard to explain. In order to be allowed to join, I have to accept certain beliefs, ideas that are hard to accept.” I said, “you shouldn’t ever do anything you don’t believe. What are they asking you to believe in?” Laura said, “I wish I could tell you, but, it’s not just like some particular passage of the Bible that I hadn’t thought about before. It’s more like, beliefs about who I am and what I want. So I can’t explain, because I’m not sure I understand it myself. However, the thing is, I think I want to believe in the things they’re teaching me, but, I think I’m scared to accept it.”

I put my hands on Laura’s shoulders and said, “I think if it’s something you want for yourself, you should go for it.” She said, “Even if it means making sacrifices?” I said, “Nothing worthwhile ever comes without some sacrifices. If you really believe it’s something you want, you should go for it.” Laura nodded her head and said, “You’re right. I think I haven’t been living my full potential. I’m just nervous about committing to it!” I said, “would it help if I came with you to the Sunday service?” And Laura said, “No, I’m sorry, only members are allowed. Besides, I can’t go until I’ve proved that I’m ready.”

I was a little uncomfortable with the idea that Laura would be going to some kind of group that I wasn’t allowed to see for myself, but I had already gone to the service for men and didn’t enjoy it, so it wasn’t like I hadn’t got some idea already of what the church was like.

Then just a couple days or so later, while we were all having dinner together, Lilith suddenly says, “Say, dad, can I bring my boyfriend over for dinner this weekend? I’d like you to meet him!” There was something so adorable about her enthusiasm! Young love only happens that way once! I said, “Is this that boy Chase that you’ve mentioned before?” Lilith giggled and said, “Nooo, daddy, I don’t like him anymore. I have a new boyfriend now!” I laughed and said, “hah hah, well, you’re such a popular girl it’s hard to keep up. What’s this new boyfriend’s name?” Lilith said, “I want him to introduce himself to you. He’s so amazing!” I laughed and said, “Hah hah! I’m sure if you like him, then he must be an upstanding young man. What do you think, Laura, should we have Lilith’s boyfriend over for dinner?” Laura looked worried for a moment, and bit her lip, as if this was a much bigger decision than I thought it was. I was going to ask her what was wrong, but she noticed me looking at her and she quickly shook it off and said, “Sorry, I just had to think for a second about what I would make for dinner. Of course, I would love for Lilith’s boyfriend to come over. I’ve heard so many great things about him, I’m actually very eager to meet him!”

So the weekend came, and I had to head into the office anyway to check on a few things. However, I didn’t want to let Lilith down by being late, so I made sure to get going back home in time for dinner and to meet her boyfriend. As I drove, I wondered what kind of boy he’d be. Lilith is quite pretty, obviously popular with the boys. Maybe her boyfriend would be the head of the lacrosse team or something like that. Then again, she’s so clearly popular that she wouldn’t need to prove anything by dating any boy with any particular status, so maybe he would be someone with more depth, like a boy in the drama club who read poetry to her or something like that!

Then, as I was driving along, a cop car pulled up behind me and flashed their lights. I wasn’t speeding or doing anything illegal, so I was sure it was probably just come kind of confusion or something. There were two officers, and they both came out of the car to approach my door, which I thought was a little strange. It was one black cop and one white cop, and they were both large and muscular and looked aggressive. The white cop banged on my window and said, “Sir, get out of the car.”

I rolled down the window and said, “I’m sorry, officer, what seems,” and the white cop cut me off and said, “Get out of the car, now!” I was a little concerned but I didn’t want to risk increasing the confrontation, so I carefully opened the door and stepped out. As soon as I was out, I said, “Officer, I don’t think I was,” and the white cop punched me in the gut so hard I doubled over. The black cop then hit me in the back with some kind of stick, and I went to the ground. Then the two of them kicked me a few times. They kept me winded so I couldn’t even say anything to beg them to stop. Then finally they stopped and the white cop said, “Alright faggot, stand up, and pull out your phone.” I slowly staggered to my feet, and I pulled out my phone. The white cop said, “Dial 911.” I looked confused, but realized disobedience would probably get me beaten up again, so I did as I was told. As it ringed, the white cop said, “Go ahead and report that you’ve been attacked by some cops or whatever you want to say.”

After a couple rings, an operator said, “911, how may I help you?” I said, “There’s two cops here, and I don’t know what’s going on, but they attacked me and,” Then the operator cut me off and said, “Oh, it’s you Fred. Listen carefully, there’s no one you can call that’s going to help you. Do as your told.” She then hung up. I stared at my phone in shock. I was still trying to grasp what was going on, but the message was clear, that this was more than just two cops acting bad. The white cop then held out his hand for me to give him my phone, so I handed my phone to hand to him. The white cop handed my phone to the black cop who immediately took my phone and smashed it a couple times against the roof of my car until it was cracked and clearly broken to the point of not working, denting my car in the process. He then threw it off into some nearby bushes where I wouldn’t see it again anyway.

The white cop said, “Now, listen up faggot. Tonight your daughter Lilith is bringing over her boyfriend for dinner. And we want to make sure that you understand that no matter what, you’re going to behave, and act like nothing is out of the ordinary. Do you understand, faggot?” I looked between them, confused, and I said, “No, I don’t understand. What do you mean, whatever happens?”

The white cop snapped his fingers, and the black cop pulled a small tablet device out of his utility vest. He walked over to me and held it in front of me so I could see a video on the screen. Everything was so jarring, and my vision seemed to have been rattled by the beating, it took me a few moments to understand what I was seeing. There were two people, hung up by hooks to a ceiling in a dark room. A man and a woman. The woman was crying, they were both bleeding and naked. They were older. Suddenly the woman was hit with something like a baseball bat and screamed. And then I understood! I yelled, “Mom! Dad! You bastards! What have you done to them!” I rushed at the white cop, but he hit me with a taser and I fell to the ground spasming while the two of them laughed.

The white cop said, “Get up faggot! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!” Again, I struggled to my feet, a little more difficult this time because I had a kind of numbness all through my body. When I was finally standing, the white cop said, “Now listen, it’s real simple. If you’re a good boy and play along tonight, then everyone is going to be fine at the end of it. Understand? Your instructions are simple. You’re to just act like it’s a nice normal night, a family meeting a daughter’s boyfriend for the first time, and no matter what happens, NO MATTER WHAT, you just go along with it. Alright? Don’t fight back or do anything, because if you do, then things go real bad for your ma and pa. Got it?”

Clutching myself in pain I said, “What’s going to happen?” The two of them laughed and said, “Look, don’t worry. What we can tell you is that there’ll be no violence. No one is going to get raped or assaulted or tortured or anything like that. No physical violence of any kind. Nice and easy, right? Unless you misbehave. Got it?” I nodded and the white cop said, “Good. Oh, and you’ve got a couple of lines to say, just to make sure you do your part for the nice family dinner ambience. Hah hah hah!” As the white cop said that, he put a little piece of paper in my shirt pocked. Then the two cops walked away, laughing. As they walked away, the black cop said, “You better get home soon, don’t mess it up!” And the white cop said, “But get ready for a mess!” and the two of them laughed as they got in their car and then pulled out and took off.

I got back into my car and I sat behind the steering wheel for a while.I thought about driving somewhere to get help, but where would I go? How much of the police were involved? Were they watching me? What would happen to my parents if I risked it? I was shaking and tense, but I knew that if I deviated from my instructions, it could mean my parents were killed, and so I felt I had no choice but to try and play along until I could try to understand more. I pulled out the piece of paper, and it had some questions on it, like, “What are your intentions with my daughter?” and “So how did you two meet?” and others that just seemed like the obvious questions a father might ask her daughter’s boyfriend. I couldn’t understand what the purpose was!

I got home, and when I went in, I found my wife making dinner. She was wearing a very tight white faux corset top which really emphasized her huge tits, and she was also wearing tiny shorts which emphasized her long shapely legs. On her feet she wore high wedge heels. She looked a little extra sexy for meeting a young boy dating our daughter, but I couldn’t focus on whether or not my wife’s clothing was appropriate. I said, “Laura! I’ve just been threatened by some police! I don’t know what,” Laura came up and with one hand on my arm to comfort me, and with her other hand she put a finger to my mouth to shush me. She said, “Ssshhh, I know. I’ve been told to play along to. We have to go along with it. They’ll know if we don’t.” I said, “Oh my God! Did they take your parents too??” Laura said, “it’s complicated, we just have to do our best to get through the night.” I said, “can we call someone, try to get some help? What about the landline?” And Laura said, “I was told to cut all the wires, and get rid of my phone. Trust me, Fred, there’s no way out but through. We have to act like everything is normal, no matter what it seems like. Do you understand?” I nodded, and I wanted to ask more questions, because it seemed like Laura had got more complete instructions than me, however, the door bell rang.

As I walked toward the door, Lilith appeared running down the stairs from her bedroom to get the door. She seemed excited, and I stopped her before reaching the door. She was dressed in a little summer dress that was tight around her waist and her chest, but had a pleated skirt that only barely covered her ass. I would have objected to how sexy she was dressed, however, everything was confusing for me at that time. I said to Lilith, “Sweetheart, are you okay?” and Lilith looked at me sincerely confused and said, “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Now come on! My boyfriend is here!”

Lilith skipped excitedly to the door, and opened it up enthusiastically. She said, “Daddy, meet my boyfriend!” And then, to my complete surprise, a middle aged man walked in! I was sure there must be some kind of mistake! I was expecting a boy of around fifteen years old! But this was an adult man! He was middle aged, probably older than me, however it was hard to tell not only because of his shaved head that revealed no gray hairs, but he seemed both youthful and energetic as well as wiser and older. He wore a crisp button up shirt with a light colored sweater and grey slacks. I would have guessed maybe it was the father of the boy who would be my daughter’s boyfriend, but there was no boy anywhere to be seen! The way my daughter was reacting and indicating, this grown man WAS my teenage daughter’s boyfriend!!

And as if his completely inappropriate age was not enough, my eyes must have gone as round as saucers when I saw that he had a rock hard erection straining at the slacks to the point where the fabric itself must have been stretched and on the verge of tearing! It formed a large tent protruding out from his crotch, to the point that it was almost ridiculous and you had a hard time believing a cock could be so big. There was also a trickle of what I assumed was pre-cum staining the front of his pants, but there was so much, the front of his pants not only had a large damp dark spot, but you could see trickles of precum as it slowly worked its way in little rivulets down the inseam of his pants. How could a man be oozing so much precum? And almost more disturbing than the sight of his erection creating the wet tent in his pants, was the way he seemed to be completely oblivious to it! No, to say “oblivious” makes it sound like he maybe hadn’t noticed yet. No, he knew, and he was fully aware of his giant erection, but he treated it as if it were the most normal thing in the world, nothing that needed to be commented on or spoken about! He just walked in the front door with a giant erection like it was normal! And I knew from my instructions that I had to act the same as everyone else, as if what he was doing was completely normal!

Just as my daughter’s boyfriend entered the door way, my fourteen year old daughter bounded up to him with her tits that were far too big for her jiggling with every bound, and she jumped up into his arms and even though he was holding a small paper bag in one hand, he was able to quickly cupped his hands under her perfect little ass to hold her up off the ground as they immediately began kissing passionately, their tongues exploring each others mouths completely inappropriately and explicitly in front of her parents! My wife and I were forced to just stand there and stare as this middle aged man groped and molested my slut of a daughter!

At long last, the Pastor started to let Lilith down to the ground again, saying, “Now, now, Lilith, I’ll fuck your tight little girl’s pussy soon enough! But first I want to meet your parents!” Then he turned to my wife, and without the slightest restraint, he looked straight at her deep cleavage and round firm tits, pressed upwards and outwards by the white corset like top. He said, “Wow, you must be Laura! I’ve heard a lot of good things about you! And I can see where Lilith gets her giant tits from!” His tone was the same as if he had only casually mentioned how they had the same color eyes! He then reached out and held my wife’s tits on either side, and almost like he was bending down to sniff a flower, he brought his face into her giant cleavage and began kissing her tits and rubbing his face in them. My wife giggled a little and said, ‘Thank you, you’re too kind.” I wanted to punch and beat this man, and had to fight my instinctive rage with all the restraint I could muster, knowing what the consequences would be if I let loose my anger.

He spent a long time indulging in my wife’s deep cleavage, and she giggled slightly, looking sometimes at me with a slightly worried look. I couldn’t tell if she was worried I might lose my cool and get violent, or if she was worried that I might see her enjoying herself! Lilith’s boyfriend then straightened up and kissed my wife full on the mouth, their mouths both open and he began passionately kissing her. Laura didn’t hesitate for a second to kiss back, her tongue heatedly pressing back into his, and sometimes slipping out past their lips. Again, taking his time while I just stood there, he eventually stopped, and stood back a little and said, as casually as ever, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” and my wife responded, “It’s nice to finally meet you too.”

Then what my daughter did next was shocking to me. Excitedly, she said to my wife, “Mom, you should try his pre-cum!” My daughter grabbed the straining tent in his pants to hold his giant dick still, and with her index finger on her other hand, she playfully ran it around the peak of the tent, where the head of his monster cock was, and where it was so soaked with pre-cum oozing out through the fabric that you could probably have wrung it out! Lilith swirled her finger around, gathering up clear pre-cum, and the Pastor closed his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the subtle sensation of her finger teasing his cock. When she had gathered up enough pre-cum on her finger, she then held up her finger to my wife’s mouth, and then my wife sensually took my daughter’s finger in, using her tongue to guide it in, putting on a show for the Pastor as she tasted his pre-cum on my daughter’s finger. “Mmmm,” my wife said.

Then Lilith’s boyfriend put his hand on Lilith’s shoulder and even though what he said sounded like he was being almost abusive, he spoke in a tone of voice like he was a wise father figure and had a big smile, and it was as if he was being sweet, he said, “Now Lilith, you stupid cunt, that’s no way to share pre-cum! Hah hah hah! Now do it the right way!” Lilith looked sheepish but playful and said, “Oookaayyy, I’m sorry.” Then she got down on her knees and began licking the pre-cum from the front of his pants. He looked down with approval, and there was so much precum oozing through the fabric that she got her tongue covered in a layer of clear sticky fluid, and then she rubbed her lips against he trousers almost like she was putting on lipstick. Then she stood up and turned to my mother, and to my complete shock, the two of them kissed, in an exaggerated way using their tongues to lick at each other so that my daughter could smear his pre-cum all over her mother’s lips and mouth! I don’t know how to express how it feels to watch your wife and daughter kiss passionately, putting on an erotic show for some man! It was undeniable that the two of them are gorgeous and and a man could hardly hope to see two more sensual women perform that way! However, as mother and daughter, it was perverse and wrong and the highest of immorality!

Then, as if nothing unusual was happening, Lilith’s boyfriend turned to me and said, “Ah, you must be Lilith’s father! It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir!” He reached his hand out to shake mine and I boiled with rage inside. I’m sure my face must have been beet red, but I had to hold it in to protect my parents! After a moment I reached out to shake his hand, and he squeezed my hand with an intense grip strength that made me wince while both my wife and daughter watched with smiles. “Pleased to meet you too,” I managed to choke out through gritted teeth. Everyone in the room acted as if I wasn’t obviously angry. I added, “And your name is?” And he said, “Oh, everyone just calls me “Pastor”, I’m actually the head of the school your daughter is attending!”

I said, “But, you’re, you’re, a grown man! You’re dating a fourteen year old girl? Isn’t that, wrong?” Lilith said, as if I was the one being strange, “Oh, daddy, you’re so traditional.” The the Pastor pulled Lilith to beside him, and with his arm around her he pulled her close enough that his arm went around her back and then on the other side his hand came around to cup her young yet big and firm breast. He didn’t just gently cup it with his hand, he held it up so that it’s weight caused it to deform around his hand, and he played with her breast by bouncing and jiggling it as he spoke to me. The Pastor said, “If you’re worried that Lilith is too young to take a huge cock like mine into her mouth or pussy, then let me assure you that even though she’s only just a sweet young teenage girl, she is already more than capable of being pounded by my hard Cock! She takes a Cock like she was made for it!” Lilith hugged him around his waist and said, “It’s okay daddy, because boys my age just don’t have cocks big and powerful enough to fuck me right. The Pastor is a little older, but that only means he knows the right way to fuck a little girl like me.”

It was bizarre and perverse to me how a grown man could talk about meeting a fourteen year old girl at the school he worked at as if that was just as normal as a student in her grade meeting her! Or like it was equal to two adults meeting at work! Everything about it, from the age difference, to the breach of trust of the institution, to the abuse of authority, to professional misconduct, was completely immoral and illegal and reprehensible! And yet he spoke about it as he was just lucky enough to meet a charming young girl like Lilith in the hallway at his school and just asked her out one day, as if I should be charmed by what a sweet young romance it was! I realized in that moment that that was his fantasy, to be completely inappropriate and in my face about it. He wanted to do things that society makes clear is wrong, and act as if it were perfectly normal, but he wanted an audience for it. He wanted me to know it was wrong, but not be able to do anything about it.

He held up the brown paper bag he had brought with him, and said, “here, I brought a few beers for after dinner. Why don’t you go put them in the fridge!” I took his beers and I wanted to smash him over his head with them, but he held all the cards. Disobeying or not playing along with his sick fantasy could mean my parents would be killed. I couldn’t think of a way out, so I just had to hope that what the police said was true, that no one would get physically hurt or raped, and it would just be for one night. Obviously, I knew the Pastor wasn’t simply going to walk away after this one night without some kind of insurance that I wouldn’t try and go to some kind of authority, maybe the FBI or someone he hadn’t corrupted. However, I just had to hope that so long as I had him convinced that he had a hold over me, I could slowly work toward making a plan to do something to get my parents, and myself safe, and then see if he had somehow brainwashed my wife and daughter or if they had been too corrupted. I had all these thoughts in my head, to just go along with it, to suffer for now, to just get through the night, as I pretended nothing was strange and I put his beers in the fridge.

Soon, we were sitting at the dinner table. The Pastor and my daughter sat on one side, their chairs pressed right up together, and the Pastor would be almost constantly molesting my daughter, running his hands over her huge tits, and over her round ass. Simultaneously, my daughter was constantly touching and stroking the Pastor’s cock over his pants. Frequently, she would tickle the very tip with her finger, which the Pastor seemed to particularly like. By doing so, her finger would get wet with the insane amount of pre-cum that was seeping through the fabric of his pants, and when there was enough of it on my daughter’s finger, she would giggle and lick it from her fingers, doing it slowly and erotically for the Pastor to watch.

Of course, everyone was acting as if this was all natural, just some parents meeting their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time over dinner. At the same time, it was an insane and inside out world. For small talk, as we sat down and my wife was bringing food out to the table, the Pastor casually asked me, in a friendly voice with a pleasant smile, “So, Fred, how come you haven’t raped your daughter yet? You must have noticed how hot she is and how big her tits are. Are you a faggot or something?” I swallowed to try and contain myself, and I said, “A father doesn’t have sex with his own daughter, that’s perverse.” The Pastor and my daughter laughed, and I caught my wife smirking a little, which was the first moment I was suspecting that maybe my wife hadn’t been coerced as I had, but that something else was going on!

The Pastor said, “Oh Fred, you’re missing out, believe me! I’ve fucked all my daughters! I even married them, and I rape them and all their young friends all the time.” Even though everything about this night was demented, hearing him talk so openly about incestuously violating his own daughters still shocked me, and he must have seen the look on my face because he then said, “Oh, trust me, if you saw my daughters, you’d probably cum in your pants immediately, they’re that beautiful! That’s why I’m so surprised to hear you hadn’t tried to rape Lilith yet. It just seems like any normal man wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her magnificent tits. That’s why maybe I wondered if you might just be a pussy faggot or something. Perhaps your tiny penis doesn’t get hard enough and you’re ashamed? It has to be something like that, otherwise you would fuck your daughter until she cried.”

I didn’t want to acknowledge anything about his insults, and fortunately, my wife put down the last of the food and sat down and said, “Dinner’s ready, please go ahead and serve yourself.” The Pastor, as if he hadn’t just been insulting me to my face, said while he spooned food onto his plate, “This looks great! You’re clearly a woman of many talents, and I hope to experience all of them tonight!” My wife blushed as if she was truly flattered, and my daughter giggled.

Soon, everyone had food on their plate, and my wife said, “Since you’re a Pastor, perhaps you could lead us in saying grace tonight?” The Pastor said, “Of course, it would be my honor. Everyone hold hands” My daughter reached across to hold my hand, and I held one of my wife’s hands. My daughter kept her other hand rested on the Pastor’s cock, and my wife reached over to hold the Pastor’s hand, but he simply took her by the wrist and guided it so my wife also had her hand on his cock! My wife and my daughter interlaced their fingers as their hands rested on the Pastor’s wet pants tent as if they were sharing a sacred moment together. The Pastor simply stretched his arms out so that it they rested on the backs of the chairs behind my wife and daughter, which wasn’t as sexual a position as everything else the Pastor did, but somehow was equally as disturbing because of how at home he looked with them.

The Pastor said, “We have gathered to share a meal in the shadow of my Cock. Thank my Cock for bringing us together. Bless the hot fuckable bodies of these sluts. We thank my Cock for all of the gifts it will give to those around this table. Help each member of this family use these gifts to my Cock’s glory. Steer our hearts to my Cock’s purpose for their lives. In my Cock’s name, Amen.” My wife and daughter said earnestly, “Amen”.

I was almost too angry and tense to eat, so I didn’t immediately begin eating. I had to try and calm myself down, knowing that eating dinner would be part of the “normalcy” I was told to maintain “no matter what.” However, after a few moments I noticed no one else was starting to eat, and I looked around and noticed my wife and daughter looking at the Pastor with an expression of concern. The Pastor was looking at my dinner plate as if he was somehow concerned or agitated. My wife said to him, “Pastor, are you alright?”

The Pastor said, “Sorry, it’s just, well, I know it’s a little forward of me, being a guest of your house and all, but, there’s just something I need to do. It would really help me feel welcomed.” My wife spoke with an excited urgency as if there was nothing she wanted more than to please this man! She said, “Please, tell us! There’s nothing we wouldn’t do to make you feel like a welcome guest in our home!” The Pastor looked a little relieved and said, “Well, I would really appreciate it if I could piss on Fred’s dinner.” The way he said it, so casually as if he was just asking if he could have a drink of water! My jaw dropped, and and I said, “What?? You want to, to, to piss on our dinners??” The Pastor put up a hand as if he wanted to assure me he wasn’t being unreasonable. “No, no, nothing like that!” I felt a brief moment of relief as I thought maybe I misheard him, but then he said, “No, I just need to piss on your food. Of course I wouldn’t do that to these beautiful fuckable sluts! However, it just feels strange to me for us all to be sitting here having a dinner without your food not being soaked with my piss. I’m sure you understand.”

My wife practically jumped to her feet to start moving plates out of the way so there would be a clear path between the pastor and my dinner. My daughter also helped out, and my wife was saying, “Of course we understand, don’t we dear?” I clenched my fists under the table. How far was this madness going to go? I was told that no one would be physically harmed, but I never imagined how far things could go even within those bounds. I had to tell myself that so long as no one was actually beaten or hurt, I would go along with things, to ensure the safety of my parents. As the table was prepared to give the Pastor a clear path, I said, “Of course.” My words came out grudgingly, and I could tell by the slightest hint of a smirk that the Pastor couldn’t help but reveal that he was enjoying my submission.

The Pastor stood up, and with deliberate motion, he unzipped his pants making a show of how long it took to unzip all the way over his giant cock, to emphasize it’s size. When his pants fell away, with my daughter helping to maneuver them down, he then pulled down his boxers, and his shockingly huge cock sprang free, with little flecks of pre cum spattering everywhere.

My wife couldn’t help but clap her hands a little as if the delight she felt at seeing his enormous member could not be contained. I glanced at her and she restrained herself, realizing she was revealing a bit too much about her compliance in this perverse situation. Even though I had no desire to look at the Pastor’s humongous cock, the way it hovered over the dinner table, and it was the center of attention, there was no way to ignore it. Although I had seen plenty of pornography, I had never seen any cock like this. It wasn’t just that it was so big, so long, so fat and round, and intensely hard with distinct veins that pulsed and throbbed, with a huge shiny purple head, and glistening pre-cum dribbling from the tip. It was physically a sight to behold, but it also had a presence. Without touching it, you could sense that it had a weight that seemed contrary to how it stood out so straight and firm from his body. It was like his giant monster of a cock had a presence all its own, radiating some kind of power in the room.

The Pastor also took off his sweater and shirt, as if somehow it were all the clothes he wore that he found too constraining, not just his pants. My wife and daughter helped by taking his clothes as they came off and carefully folding them and putting them aside. Then there was a moment when we were all there, my wife and daughter on either side of him, him standing with his hands on his hips, but in a relaxed, nonchalant way. His giant cock aimed straight at me, and me sitting there, waiting. It was as if he was taking his time, knowing the anticipation was almost worse than the actual event! The Pastor stretched a little as he was now fully naked, and said, “Ahh, that feels better! I don’t often wear clothes these days. Too many young girls to rape! Hah hah hah!”

Then, there was another long pause to extend the frustration of my anticipation. Then, without any particular warning or change in his attitude, piss started to flow from his cock, starting out as a small stream that only went as far as partway across the table. Then it built up momentum so that it shot like a jet, blasting the food on my plate. It mixed with the mashed potatoes, it drenched the meat, it splattered everywhere, onto my lap, and across my chest, and every now and again, there was a pulse where the stream had more intensity and it shot into my face. I would wince and turn, but I knew that if I tried to dodge it too much, I’d be breaking the “pretend everything is normal” rule that was made more than clear to me. The Pastor said, “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” with an overly deliberate tone. Noticing my wife had poured out some wine for all of us, the pastor moved his hips a little so that his giant hard hose of a cock aimed a little to the side and his piss poured into my wine cup, mixing with the wine and making the cup overflow.

The room filled with an acidic, ammonia like smell that burned my nostrils, but if anyone else noticed, they didn’t do anything to acknowledge it. My wife and daughter both looked up at the Pastor with a sort of fawning look while his piss flowed across the table. Then, after what seemed like forever, his piss stopped, and although it was strange that I picked up on this detail, I noticed that somehow he managed to avoid any drops of piss getting on his side of the table. Somehow he managed to piss on me without dirtying anything about what was for him, and I wondered if there was something supernatural about him.

Then the Pastor said as he sat down again, “There, that’s better. Now, let’s dig in! I can’t wait to try Laura’s cooking! And I bet you’re eager to try a new flavor Fred! Hah hah hah! I’d be surprised if you didn’t clean your plate!” Everyone watched to make sure I gathered plenty of piss soaked food on my fork and put it in my mouth. My daugher said, “Ew” with a giggle, and I choked it down. It burned in my mouth but I almost couldn’t taste it through my anger. I could tell everyone was expecting me to say something, so I said to my wife, “Mm, it’s really good honey.” Laura laughed and she reached out her hand and patted the head of the Pastor’s cock the same way you would pat someone’s knee, and she said, “well, I had a little help!” and the three of them laughed lightly.

Then my wife turned to me and said, “Fred, don’t you have something you want to ask Lilith’s boyfriend?” I remembered the questions I was given and said, “So, Pastor, how did you and Lilith meet?” Lilith and the Pastor looked at each other and smiled as if they were excited to tell the story. The Pastor said, “Well, actually it’s kind of a cute story,” and Lilith said, “Oh my God, it’s soooo cute!” and the Pastor said, “Do you want to tell it?” and Lilith said, “No, you tell it better.” Then the Pastor said, “Okay, I’ll tell it, you little cunt!” and then the two of them started kissing, and Lilith started stroking the Pastor’s cock with her hand and she started pumping it hard and he began grabbing at her and they were making out so passionately for a long time it seemed like the two of them forgot about telling the story and they were going to have sex right there at the table. I sat there watching for a long time wondering what was going to happen, and then at long last, as if they hadn’t been distracted at all, the Pastor and Lilith broke there embrace, and the Pastor turned to me to speak, while Lilith continued to lovingly stroke his hard shaft up and down.

The Pastor said, “It’s funny, because your daughter was actually sucking my cock before I had even met her! Hah hah hah! It was actually at my first wedding to one of my daughters. I have this one half chink daughter, she’s unbelievably fuckable looking, and she’s kind of the leader of the pack.” Lilith giggled and said, “She’s always sitting on my face and making me eat her out. She barely lets me breathe!” The Pastor said, “Hah hah hah! Yes, she does that to all her sisters too! I think she likes to assert her dominance. Anyway, it was at the reception, and we were playing a party game called “Who’s Sucking My Cock?” Perhaps you played it at your wedding?” The Pastor looked at me clearly expecting me to answer, so I said, “No, we didn’t play that game.” The Pastor then said, “Oh well, you missed out. It’s really quite fun, and to be honest, it’s just a little bit naughty!” The Pastor and Lilith giggled. The Pastor continued, “The way it works is that the groom sits in a chair with his hard cock out, ready to be sucked, and he leans his head back so that the bride can cover his face with her big round tits. You need a bride with really big firm tits like my daughter for it to work. So, with the bride’s tits smothering the groom’s face so he can’t see, different girls come up with their father or boyfriend or husband, and while he holds her hand, she sucks the groom’s cock, and he has to guess whose daughter or girlfriend or wife it is!”

My wife said, “Oh, that does sound like fun! However, I don’t think it would have worked at our wedding because my husband has barely had any women suck his cock, so it would be a really short game! Hah hah hah!” Everyone laughed like it was a friendly little joke, and the Pastor continued, saying, “Yes, I guess it only works if the groom isn’t a faggot. Fortunately, I’ve cum in the mouth of every wife and mother and little girl in our church and school and more, so it was plenty challenging enough! However, I was able to guess each woman’s mouth on my huge Cock by the way they gave me head. Each bitch has a particular way of worshiping my dick. But theeeennnn,” the Pastor then turned toward my daughter, as if his words were leading up to her. She smiled proudly, as if she couldn’t wait to hear him say it. He then continued, saying, “Then I feel this mouth sucking my cock that I don’t recognize, but this girl is sucking my cock perfectly, just the way I like it.”

Lilith looked proud, but at the same time faking looking guilty, and said in an adorable way, “I sort of cheated in a way. All the Pastor’s daughters put me up to it. We became friends almost right away when I joined the school because they knew the Pastor would want me. So they kept me as a surprise, and showed me all the ways to please the Pastor’s big Cock.” The Pastor said, “Why don’t you show your father a little of your skill. Watch this, Fred, I think you’ll be impressed with your your fourteen year old slut of a daughter really knows how to handle a huge Cock in her mouth!” The Pastor gently but firmly pushed my teenage daughter’s head down toward his Cock, and she opened her mouth on the way down as if she was eager to do it. The head of his massive cock looked like it shouldn’t fit in her mouth, but somehow she managed to get it in. She didn’t slide her mouth down his shaft, she just stayed around the head, licking it and loving it with her mouth. The Pastor said, “Look close, right there Fred, at the way your sweet little girl uses her tongue just on the underside of the head of my Cock. She’s impressive in her technique, isn’t she? Don’t you feel stupid now that you watch her that you never forced your daughter to do this to your tiny penis?”

The Pastor then went back to his story and said, “So of course I couldn’t guess, so I opened my eyes, and I see this beautiful sweet little angel. She’s such a sweet little thing, it’s almost like my cock is bigger than he whole body, but there she is, doing her best to take my God-like Cock deep into her through. So, of course you know the first thing I said to her, right?” The Pastor paused, and he looked at me, and I realized he was actually expecting me to answer. I said, “I don’t know.” The Pastor looked really amused and he said, “No, try to guess.” I said, “You asked her how old she was?” The Pastor laughed and said, “Hah hah hah, no, of course not, faggot. I told her to show me her tits. I only accept girls with big enough tits, so I wanted to make sure that she had the big heavy juggs that I insisted on.” The Pastor pulled her up, and then by pushing the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders, her sundress fell away to reveal her firm young tits, over sized for a girl her age. The Pastor said cupped and jiggled her huge tits and said, “She showed me these big fucking tits, and started tit fucking me with them! And THAT’S when I asked her age. When she said she was fourteen, I almost list my mind. I had to fuck her right then and there, so I pushed her down to the floor and fucked her brains out, right in front of everyone!”

My wife said, “Aww, that’s a sweet story.” I shot her a look like I couldn’t believe she was saying something so insane, but she tilted her head in a way that emphasized that she was just doing her part to play along. My wife then continued and said, “However, what happened to that other boy you were seeing, Lilith? I think Chase was his name?” Lilith giggled and said, “Oh, he was right there, the Pastor’s daughters told me to bring him along so that The Pastor could know that I was only his and no one else’s. I only was ever with him as part of the plan to meet the Pastor anyway.” The Pastor said, “Aw, really? I didn’t know that,” then he kissed Lilith full on the mouth, and they made out again for an uncomfortably long amount of time the Pastor playing with her firm young tits, and Lilith pumping his giant cock.

When at long last they turned back to conversing, the Pastor said, “Ah yes, Chase. You know, the moment I decided Lilith was mine, then of course I was jealous that this other skinny little gayboy had ever dared to even want to touch her, so I beat the shit out of him, right then and there. My daughters brought me some heavy combat boots so I could stomp on him, and I made sure to break each and every bone in his hands! Hell, I bet I broke each of them twice! Hah hah hah! He screamed and cried for his mommy!” My wife said, “Oh, that’s very romantic.” I couldn’t help myself, I blurted out, “Romantic? For a grown man to beat a helpless boy nearly to death?” I thought maybe breaking the “don’t react’ rule would provoke a response, but everyone just acted as if I had simply asked any old question. My wife said, “Well, yes, it’s nice when a boyfriend shows just a little jealousy. Not too much, but enough so she knows he cares.” My jaw dropped. Not only because everything being said was literally criminally insane, but because my wife was doing too good of a job of playing along. Ignoring my reaction, my wife turned to the Pastor and Lilith and said, “And how is Chase now? Is he still alive.” The Pastor looked concerned, the way one might look if they were talking about someone in the hospital, and he said, “He had a speech impediment now, and can’t use his hands. The doctors say he will never get full use back, and will probably also limp forever. So, you know, my daughters have been encouraging him to kill himself, because he’s a useless gimp now. They’re very persuasive, so I think it will only be a matter of time.” My wife responded by saying, “Well, let’s hope he makes the right decision.”

There was a quiet moment, a pause in the conversation, and I poked at my food, only grudgingly eating the piss soaked meal when I felt everyone might notice I was dragging my heels too much. Never mind that I was also soaked in piss! I had gone beyond anger at this point, I was just feeling a kind of shock that kept me from reacting too much in any direction. Which was probably good, because clearly, this Pastor was insane, and capable of intense violence, with a whole cult of criminally insane people obeying him, and who knows what might set him off! I just kept telling myself, “Play along Fred. Just make it through the night, and then you can try to figure out a plan.”

Then my wife said, “Fred, don’t you have any other questions for our guest?” I committed to playing along, though of course I could only fake so much normalcy, and I said, “So, young man, what are your intentions with my daughter?” The Pastor said, “Ah, well, I think after dinner, I’m going to start with fucking her pretty young face. I really love watching the way her sweet little mouth struggles to fit my fat Cock! Hah hah hah! And then, I’ll probably fuck her from behind a little. I might cum on all over her little body, but I might turn her over and tit fuck her and spray cum on her face. Then, after she licks my Cock clean, I’ll put her on top so she can ride me and I can watch her pretty little boobs bounce up and down!”

Lilith seemed to get turned on more and more as his description went on, and she squirmed in her seat and pressed herself up against him, and looking up at him like a child wanting to go on a fair ride, she said, “oooh, can we do all that now! I’m so tired of waiting before you fuck me.” The Pastor put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her lovingly and said directly to me, “None so impatient as the young, right?” Then he turned to Lilith and said with a big approving smile, “Just a little longer, after dessert, and then I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

I sighed, because the notes I had been given set me up to ask the questions in a certain way, and I hated playing along but knew I had to. I asked, “No, I meant what are your future plans for my daughter. I want to know that any boy who dates my daughter has the right values and long term plans.” The Pastor laughed jovially and said, “Oh, hah hah hah! Sorry Fred, I misunderstood you. I thought you wanted to know exactly how I was going to fuck your daughter! Hah hah!” Everyone laughed like it was a cute little misunderstanding. Then the Pastor said, “Well, actually, Fred, your daughter has a very important place in my life. You see, I have six wives, in a sense, and five daughters, but I feel that I need a twelfth girl to complete my Apostles. Somehow I know this is a destiny I need to fulfill so that my Cock can become even more God like than it already is. I think Lilith is going to be that twelfth girl. So, I just want you to assure you, that I have nothing but the best intentions with your teenage daughter. I am going to treat her with the same love, care, and respect that I treat my own daughters, by which I mean I am going to rape her constantly and keep her on a steady diet of drinking my cum. It would mean a lot for me if I could have your blessing.”

This part of the conversation wasn’t in the notes, but, I knew I had only one option for what to say. I said, with no emotion, “Of course.” The Pastor then said, “Of course, what?” and I knew he wanted me to say all the words. I said, “You have my blessing to constantly fuck my fourteen year old daughter and make her drink your cum daily.” Everyone at the table laughed and smiled as if I had granted my daughters hand in marriage under normal circumstances.

My wife said, “Oh, this is wonderful. Now, let me go get dessert! Does anyone want coffee?” Acting perfectly natural, my wife went and got a small chocolate cake that she had baked, and placed it on the table. The Pastor stood up, his monster Cock hovering menacingly over the table and said, “Oh, please, let me do the honor of dividing it up.” My wife said, “Of course, thank you,” and pushed the cake so it was right under the Pastors iron pipe of a Cock. He then held his giant Cock at the base, and bending at the knees just slightly to adjust his height, he mashed his Cock into the cake, squishing it down and making a mess of it. Lilith helped turn the cake at different angles, and it was like he was cutting slices, except his giant cock of course was too round and so it basically just crushed and ruined the cake and got icing and cake all over his dick. Lilith brought a smaller plate to the side, and the Pastor managed to slide over a large chunk. The Pastor laughingly said, “Hah hah, I’m afraid I lack the culinary skills to do this properly. Still, that piece should be good enough for Fred.” Lilith held the plate up and was about to hand it to me, but then the Pastor said wait, and I knew what was going to happen and had to take a deep breath to ready myself to suffer through it.

The Pastor had Lilith bring my “slice”, over towards his cock, and then he pressed the head of his giant cock into the side a little. The Pastor explained, “Usually when I piss, it’s like a fire hose and blasts everything. However, I’ve been working on trying to let it come out a little more gently, for situations like this. Let’s see how well I do.” There was a moment when it seemed like nothing was happening. Then after a little while, piss started to seep out from under the slice of cake and fill up the plate and dribble down over the sides and onto the table. The Pastor seemed to be focusing to control himself. Then, suddenly, a powerful blast of piss blasted out the opposite side of the cake from his Cock, sending chunks of cake everywhere and piss spattering in almost all directions as it’s direction was altered by the cake pressed up against his dick. Of course, most of it seemed to spatter on me, mostly in the form of little drops. Somehow, the Pastor and my wife and daughter were unaffected.

The Pastor laughed and said, “Hah hah, ahh well, I still have a little practise to do. Still, there should be plenty of cake for you there Fred.” Lilith put the piece in front of me, and then he sat back. I notice he didn’t cut any cake for anyone else. Instead, as he sat back, he pushed he chair back a bit so his giant erect Cock could be a little easier to access, and indicating it with both hands he said, “Laura, why don’t you share your daughter’s serving of cake?” My wife immediately got to her knees, as did my daughter, and the two of them immediately began licking and cleaning the cake and icing off the Pastors pillar of a Cock. There wasn’t too much, so almost immediately, they were just sharing in the task of pleasuring him orally. The Pastor leaned back, looking satisfied, and watched me grudgingly eat the piss soaked cake.

I watched as my wife and daughter would move their tongues up and down his massive cock, and when their mouths would get close, they didn’t hesitate at all to press their tongues together and lick and kiss at each other. Sometimes, they would both happen to move up to the top of his Cock at the same time, and they would continue on past his Cock, aggressively kissing and licking at each other, as much smearing pre-cum all over each other as licking it off each other. The Pastor smirked and said, “Why Laura, I had assumed Fred her would want to fuck his hot teenage daughter, but it looks like your the one who wants her. Is that it? Do you want to fuck your daughter, Laura?” While she kissed Lilith and without pulling too far back so that she was still in reach of Liliths’s licking tongue, my wife said in a heated breathy voice, “Yes, I want to fuck my hot teenage daughter.” Lilith giggled and said, “Oh, mom, you’ll do anything to be a part of the church!” Then the two of them began kissing passionately again, with the head of the Pastor’s Cock in between their mouths.

The Pastor patted my wife on the head and said, “That’s good, that shows promise. However, right now, it’s me who needs to fuck your daughter, as promised.” My wife sat back on her heels, looking a little bit disappointed, and said, “Alright. Lilith, why don’t you show your boyfriend your room. I bet he’d like to see all your little stuffed animals.” Lilith looked excited and enthusiastic and, holding the Pastor by the cock so as to lead him with it, began walking him to the stairs to go up to her room. As they left, she was saying, “Oh my God, my room is SOOO cute! You can meet Mr Snuffles and Floofy and all my other stuffed animals!” They then disappeared upstairs. Not even a minute later, we could hear the legs of Lilith’s bed bouncing and scrapping across the floor, and her headboard banging against the walls. Soon after that, Lilith was moaning, and then screaming in climactic intestacy. We could also hear the Pastor yelling, “That’s it! TAKE IT BITCH! TAKE MY BIG COCK! TAKE IT INTO YOUR LITTLE GIRL’S PUSSY! YOU FUCKING CUNT! CUNT! CUUUUUNNT!”

When it was clear the Pastor was completely focused on fucking my teenage daughter, I turned to Laura and said, “Laura, what the fuck is going on?? What did Lilith mean when she said you’d do anything to get into the church??” Lilith looked a little uncomfortable and said, “Dear, we have to clean up all the piss in the dining room. He likes things to be clean.” I said, “Don’t avoid the question! Are you doing all this because you want to? What happened to you at that church? Are you being brain washed? Please, Lilith, tell me what’s going on and I can help you. We can get out of this, but you need to tell me what’s happening!”

Laura stopped and looked at me seriously and said, “It’s not for you to know, Fred. Some things are just beyond your control. You just have to accept it. Do your best to play along the way he likes, and it will all work out.” I said, “That’s not good enough Laura! He’s clearly insane, and his church, if you can call it that, is clearly some kind of cult. Have they done something to you? Did they threaten you? You’re parents?” Laura went back to cleaning and said, “I’m not allowed to tell you anything. You need to focus on your parents, Fred. I know you love me and want to help, but believe me when I say I’m trying to do the right thing.” I realized whatever hold they had over Laura had made it so that she had to play along, maybe even more than me. It was hard to feel the love and connection that I needed from her with all the things she was doing, but I had to trust her! And she was right, I needed to think about what could happen to my parents. I joined Laura in cleaning up.

The Pastor was fucking my daughter for a long time, making noises that were hard to ignore. He would yell at her to take his Cock in her pussy, or in her mouth, or between her tits, so I always knew exactly how he was fucking my daughter at any one time. It sounded like her small bed was going to break any moment, if not fall through the ceiling! Then, the Pastor yelled from upstairs, “Laura! Come up her now! I want you to help me fuck your daughter!” I was mopping puddles of piss off the hardwood floor, and Laura was folding up the dining room table, and when she heard the Pastor’s command, she litterally dropped everything and ran to go be with him. Just as she left the room, almost as an afterthought she said to me, “Make sure you clean it all! He likes everything clean!”

Then, I she went upstairs, and the noises continued, the banging, the shaking, the screaming. Though now there were two women’s voices. My wife and my daughter, being fucked by my teenage daughter’s boyfriend, a middle aged man who was probably older than me, her father! And I was cleaning up his piss after him. He had walked into my home, and pissed on me and my house like some kind of spoiled infant! I hated him and had to plot my revenge.

I finished cleaning, and then just before I could consider doing anything else, I heard the Pastor yell from upstairs, “Hey Fred, come on up here!” I braced myself for new humiliations, and walked upstairs. When I got to my daughter’s room, my daughter was laying on the bed, with her eyes closed, in a position almost like she had simply been tossed onto the bed. She looked exhausted and maybe asleep. She was covered in cum! There was clear fluid with thick white clumps of semen everywhere, especially on her face and tits and all over her thighs, but also clearly staining the bed. There was so much cum everywhere, I thought it had to be some kind of hoax. Beside the bed, the Pastor was standing there, with heavy strands of semen and fluid connecting between his giant Cock and daughter. My wife, was standing beside the Pastor, with two hands on his shoulder, completely naked, with the slime of his semen all around her mouth and down towards her tits.

The Pastor said, “The sweet young thing, she’s been fucked to the point where she’s just exhausted. So, I thought you should come up her and give her a nice kiss goodnight.” It was clear the Pastor wanted me to kiss my cum soaked daughter so that I would get his cum all over my lips and possibly have to taste it. I almost wretched at the thought, but there was no other choice. I walked over and bent over and I kissed my beautiful daughter’s angelic cum soaked face on the cheek, getting the Pastors vile semen all over my lips, which made me want to vomit, but I kept up my appearance of treating everything normally. Then when I stood up again, the Pastor stretched a little as he said, “Now, I could use a shower to clean up, but first I want to take a nice long refreshing piss. I believe on the way up to fuck your daughter, I think down the hall I saw you had a sort of den or home office? Do you mind showing me the way?” I knew what he was intending, so I gritted my teeth and said, “Right this way.”

I walked ahead as he followed, and just a little way down from my daughter’s room was my home office. It was one of the house’s smaller rooms, but spacious enough for me to comfortably fit a nice desk where I had a laptop open, and book shelves. One one of the shelves were a few of my old trophies from my college days, and a couple of awards I won at some business conferences. I had to step in first, and then the Pastor stepped in after me, and my cum soaked wife stayed just outside the door.

The Pastor said, “Ah, yes, this is perfect,” and without hesitation, he began shooting a jet of piss out from his hard cock, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to just use a random room like a toilet, and piss on someone’s carpet in their home! It was like his cock was a thick rifle and the stream of hot acidic piss was a laser. At first his piss shot out a few yards ahead of him, splashing against the wall on the other side of the room, but then he turned slightly, casually, so that his stream of piss blasted my laptop on my desk. It scattered a few papers I had on the desk and knocked over a cup I had holding pens. I had no doubt that my laptop would be destroyed from all the liquid pouring over the keyboard. The Pastor casually asked, “So, this is where you do your work?” As if his stream of piss blasting my laptop were nothing more than something he was using to point to what he was talking about. “When I’m not at the office,” I said bitterly. He then turned so that his piss struck the bookshelves, no doubt ruining my books on the lower shelves, some of which I had owned for a long time and cherished. He then rocked his hips just for a moment, causing his rock hard cock to bounce a little and his stream of piss to wave upwards, where he was able to get piss on my shelf of awards. Again, as if his piss were just the thing he was using to indicate what he was talking about, he said, “And those awards?” I said, “Just some old trophies from the old days.” The Pastor nodded and then just stood there for a while, sometimes moving around a little side to side as if checking out the room, but causing his piss to get all over the floor. There were puddles of it on my desk around my laptop, and on my chair, and in spots on the lower shelves of my bookshelf. The carpet on the floor soaked it all up, but you could still see where it held on the surface. And of course, I was standing to the side of the desk, so sometimes when he turned, he pissed on my as if I weren’t there or he hadn’t noticed he was pissing on me, and it landed on my thighs and soaked my pants. Of course, my trophies weren’t damaged by his piss, but the meaning of him pissing on them wasn’t lost on me.

It seemed to take forever, to the point where I couldn’t believe a man could have so much piss in him. I knew that he was making a point of making me wait, so that it would have maximum imposition. Like a mantra, I kept saying to myself that as humiliating as everything he was doing, he wasn’t actually causing physical harm, so if I just held out for the night, I would make it through. At long last, as his powerful jet of piss started to die down he said, “AAAHHH, there, that should do it. Now, Laura, come help me shower. Fred, it’s a nice night, so why don’t you go wait on the balcony and I’ll come join you after your wife has cleaned up my big cock.”

I acted like I was just being obedient, and went downstairs while the Pastor and my wife went to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom and began showering together. I could hear them laughing and playing around, as if they were young lovers finally getting a chance to be together. I was trying to believe my wife had been brainwashed or coerced and had to play along against her will, but it was getting harder and harder to believe that she hadn’t sold her soul completely to whatever evil the Pastor was peddling. I resented her and I burned with hatred for him. When I got downstairs, I frantically looked around to see if there was something I could use to communicate out. I had the idea that my home entertainment center had an internet connection, so maybe I could log onto a web site where I could send out some kind of message to the authorities. I tried turning on the television, but it didn’t come on, and I could see when I looked behind it that the cables had all been pulled out. I’d have to spend some time figuring out which cables went where, and maybe have move the huge flat screen TV from the wall, and I realized it would be difficult to do in whatever time I had before the Pastor finished and came downstairs. I tried to think of other options, but couldn’t come up with anything, so instead I went to the kitchen sink and washed my hands and face and patted water over my clothes to try and clean up as much of the Pastor’s piss, and cum, as I could.

I went out to our back balcony just as I heard noises from upstairs that sounded like the Pastor and my wife had finished showering. I went outside and stood there as if I had been obediently standing there the whole time. The Pastor came out onto the balcony, still naked, still intensely erect, as if he hadn’t fucked and came what seemed like buckets of semen all over my daughter just a short while ago. He looked clean and fresh and his raging hard cock looked like he hadn’t had sex for a while and had a need to fuck someone soon. The Pastor’s demeanor, though, was as casual as ever. He had two beers, one in each hand, and as he came out to the back deck, he handed one to me and kept one for himself. “Cheers!” He said, and he took a drink from his bottle. I did the same.

The bottle was cold and I think that was why I didn’t smell anything unusual before I took a swig, but as soon as the “beer” touched my lips, I reflexively recoiled and spat it out. It tasted like piss! I don’t mean it tasted like piss, I mean it was literally piss! However, it was carbonated and it also had a flavor similar to beer, like piss mixed with beer. I looked up from the beer, and the confused expression on my face must have let The Pastor know the question in my mind. He asked, “How do you like the taste? Some of the members of my church have a microbrewery, and they make that fine brew from a batch of my piss. In a way, it’s a second generation beer, because I drink some of their best craft beer, and then I piss into a big vat, and they make the beer you’re drinking out of that! Isn’t it amazing how they really bring out the full flavor of my piss?”

He looked at me with a smug smirk that I wanted to punch as hard as I could. Even knowing that any such action could endanger my own parents, I had to strain to control my instinctive impulses. Instead, I looked down at the beer he was drinking, and then back up at his face, and he once again knew my question without me asking. He held up his beer casually and said, “Oh, this? This is some of their finest artisanal craft beer, the stuff we start with before I help them make the kind you’re drinking! Hah hah hah! Make sure you drink the whole thing, would be a shame to waste any of it!” I hated his evil self satisfied laugh, but I gritted my teeth and raised the bottle to my lips. I took another swig of his piss beer, and grudgingly swallowed it down.

He moved one of the deck chairs so he could sit, and as he did, he motioned for me to sit nearby. The deck chair he chose was one of two my and my wife used when we were relaxing, with a slight incline. As he settled back into it, as he was reclined, it put him in a position so his gargantuan cock stood straight up, taking center stage of everything. It was like the whole world revolved around his monster cock. It throbbed and pulsed, the veiny skin stretched tight to hold his intensely engorged pillar of a dick, and rivulets of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip and trickled in viscous streams down its length. The chair he motioned for me to take was one of the more upright chairs around the deck table, so it was like I was in attendance for him, sitting up straight beside him while he was at leisure.

He said, “So, Tom, tell me about yourself.” I started to answer saying, “Well, I work at a,” but then he abruptly cit me off and said, “My Cock sure is impressive, isn’t it? Look at it! LOOK AT IT!” I turned to look at his throbbing erect shaft, and he continued, “Your wife was just telling me in the shower while she cleaned my Cock that your penis is small and unsatisfying, so it’s probably shocking for you to see a God like Cock like mine. Did you even know it was possible for a man to stay as hard as long as I do, or cum as much as I do and still stay hard? Or that a man could piss and piss like a fire hose all day long and still piss some more just on a whim. You must be wondering how it is I can do all these amazing things. ” I remembered the cards I had been given, and one of them had the question I realized I was supposed to ask next. I asked, “So, how did you get to be as incredible as you are?”

The Pastor relaxed a little more putting one hand behind his head as if he was settling into telling a long story. He kept glancing at me now and again to make sure I was drinking his piss beer, but otherwise he was speaking as if he was lost in a pleasant memory. He said, “I always had a talent for what I do. I came from a well to do family, and I went to a really top level school, where I first started bullying other kids. I would beat up other kids for lunch money and that kind of thing, even though of course I didn’t need money! Hah hah! Ah, those childhood memories. Anyway, when I became interested in girls, I started to molest and rape them, but more than that, I discovered the thing I enjoyed most was beating the shit out of their boyfriends! You see, raping a girl is like an art, you have to do it right. To really get a girl to do everything you want, you can’t just grab her and force her, because she’ll try to resist. Instead, what you do is torture their boyfriend and make the girl feel like disobedience will cause their boyfriend to suffer or even die. If you do it right, you can get them to believe that all the pain you’re causing their boyfriend is all their fault for disobeying commands.”

The Pastor turned to me and said, “Besides, there’s something extra enjoyable about fucking a woman who is loved by another man. Have you ever done that, Fred? Have you ever fucked a woman while the man who loves her helplessly watches and begs for you to stop?” I said, “No,” and the Pastor went back to looking off in the distance as if remembering fond memories, and he continued, saying, “Ah, well, it’s probably hard for a man with a small penis like you to understand what it’s like to really need to rape a girl. When you have a huge cock like mine, it’s kind of an intense feeling deep inside my Cock that can only be satisfied with the most intense forms of pleasure. You can rape a woman any which way, but it’s not quite enough. You need even more, and the heartache and suffering of a man watching his love being defiled by my Cock is the little extra that a giant cock like mine needs.”

The Pastor continued, saying, “Anyway, since I had money and time, I could travel around, pay off people, do whatever I needed to do so that I was never caught. I basically did whatever I liked, but I wasn’t totally satisfied. I also had hot girlfriends who adored me, so it wasn’t like I was lacking for love or any dumb shit like that. I fucked who I wanted, I raped who I wanted, and I had fun beating the shit out of losers who didn’t deserve to be with the women I wanted. Something was missing, though. Sometimes, I heard about men I beat and tortured later committing suicide because of what I put them through, and that made my cock hard and I’d fuck the shit of whatever girl I was with, so I knew I wanted to make men suffer more, but I just couldn’t figure out exactly how.”

He continued, saying, “Then, I saw Eve. That’s right, her name was Eve! Can you believe it? Looking back now, I realize it makes perfect sense because of how my life has a destiny to it, but at the time I didn’t know, because my soul was still searching. However, let me tell you about Eve. Like I said, men like you with small dicks don’t get it, but when you have a humongous Cock like mine, when you see a perfect girl like Eve, the need to rape her just won’t be denied. She was blond and blue eyed, and even though she wore conservative clothes, her body was just too hot to be hidden. You could see her big round tits pressing against her shirt, her perfect ass rounding out her jeans. Holy shit, those tits! As you may have picked up on, I’m a big fan of big tits, like your wife and daughter’s, but only if the girl has a good body. Stupid fat chicks who think their big tits count for anything are fucking garbage and I wish they’d all just fucking die. No, when you see a girl who has really fucking big tits on a body that’s fit and firm with a small waist, that’s when big tits matter. And holy shit, Eve was exactly what I look for. The rack on her was jaw dropping, and her body was perfect. She was still a young girl, which I like. Just seventeen when I saw her, and a virgin, and it was like you could tell. She looked like she was this perfect creation that was designed to be fucked as hard as possible, but only a man truly worthy would be the one to rape her.”

“I first saw her in a park, where she was with this little church group. There was a pastor, a young guy in his twenties or so, and some other young boys and girls around Eve’s age. They all had that look like they were all raised on a farm and were super healthy. The other girls were pretty good looking, the type I might consider raping as well, but nowhere near on the level that Eve was. They were singing some stupid songs about faith and whatever, and then I watched them get into a small bus, with the name of their church written on the side. I followed them in my Mercedes so I knew where their church was, and from there it was pretty easy to start learning about them. Back then, I was good at raping women, I did my research, I found out things that would help me say and do the right things to get them to do what I wanted.”

The Pastor continued, “I found out that Eve’s church was very conservative, no sex before marriage and that kind of thing, and they didn’t believe in having relationships except for getting married. That was a problem for me because it meant Even didn’t have a boyfriend I could use to torture to manipulate Eve into pleasing my big Cock the way I wanted. I wanted to make her tit fuck me and put her heart and soul into it, and for that I needed to make her believe that if she didn’t, I was going to kill someone she loved. I thought about using her parents, but somehow it’s just not the same. Even though I fuck my daughters all the time like a loving father should, most men are like you, too weak to make their daughter serve their cock.”

The Pastor continued, saying, “I didn’t want to wait too long to get my giant Cock into Eve’s sweet virgin pussy, so I had to take a chance. I decided that her pastor might be the right guy to torture, so, when the time and opportunity came up, I kidnapped them both, and took them back to one of my safe houses that I had set up for this kind of thing. I had a cheap but decent bed and I tied Eve to it. I tied the young pastor up so that he was hanging from a hook hanging from the ceiling, and I really went to town on him. Like I said, Eve was by far the hottest girl I had seen up to that point, so I really wanted to make it special. A lot of the times I would just beat the guys up. I had these large combat boots and my favorite move was to stomp on their hands and break all the little bones in their hands, like I did to that gayboy faggot, Chase. However, in this case, I brought some tools with me so I could torture this guy in ways that would be really hard for Eve to watch.”

The Pastor then said, “So, I do some really wild things to this guy, like take a blow torch to his face, and I used a power drill to drill holes in his toenails and that kind of thing. He screamed so hard he practically lost his voice, and Eve begged me to stop, and she was crying so hard it was like the tears were just one long continuous stream down her face. I was so fucking turned on, my huge Cock was harder than it had ever been, so I knew this was something new. I told Eve that if she fucked me the way I wanted, I would stop his suffering. I told her she had to fuck me like it was the only thing in her life that mattered, because his life depended on it.”

The Pastor continued, “So I slapped her perfect angelic face with my huge Cock, and she then took it in, and wow, she really gave it her all. Of course, she had never done it before, so I had to slap her around a bit and tell her what to do, however, there was no lack of desire to please, so she learned quick. I climbed on top of her and she used her tits to get me off, and I’m telling you, Eve was something else. Seeing her giant tits and her perfect face, I couldn’t help myself I had to cum on her face, so I sprayed cum all over her gorgeous face and into her open mouth. Now, even then I could tell something was different, because I was always capable of cumming more than once when I raped a girl, but I would relax a little and take a few minutes to get back into it. Not this time. I fucking soaked her in blast after blast of cum, and then when I was done, I was still raging hard! I think even Eve and the little faggot pastor were equally shocked, and they had probably hoped that after I came that maybe the torture and rape would stop. When they saw that I was so hard, however, they knew everything was just beginning.”

The Pastor went on, saying, “So I started fucking her, and I pounded her pussy like a fucking machine. Of course, she was a virgin, and kind of tight at first, but what most people don’t know unless you have experience raping young girls like I do is that their body can’t help but respond if you start rubbing a Cock like mine up against them. Lots of young girls are shocked to discover that their body will go along with getting fucked even though they feel completely violated. Even so, it seemed like Eve was a little extra ready for me. And that’s when the situation really started to change. Of course, it’s not like she came the second I put my massive dick in her from behind so the young pastor could see her face, I was fucking her for a while, and she was crying and praying, which just made me want to fuck her more and harder. Then she went real quiet for a while, and then she started screaming, but like she was cumming really hard. She started thrashing and spasming and she orgasmed as hard or harder as any other woman I had raped or fucked.”

The Pastor continued, saying, “That’s when everything took a turn I didn’t expect. After she came, it was like something had been released in her. I was fucking her from behind, and she was looking at the young pastor, and she starts saying things like, “Is this what you wanted to do to me? You’ve wanted to fuck me since I was a little girl, haven’t you? Admit it! Admit you’ve wanted to fuck me!” And the young pastor is crying and he starts saying, “yes, I love you, I’ve always loved you!” And she’s saying, “if you were a man you would have fucked me already! I could have had so many orgasms by now but you kept me a virgin! You wanted me to be pure for you, but now I know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man! This is what God must really want for me! He wouldn’t make me feel this good if this wasn’t right!”

The Pastor continued his story, “While Eve is saying all this stuff, and they’re having this whole conversation about how he’s been obsessed with her for years, that he’s wanted to fuck her ever since she was just a little girl, but he held back because of his beliefs, and she’s wanted to be fucked hard all this time and it turns out she hates having to stay a pure virgin for some wimp of a God that she doesn’t respect, meanwhile I’m feeling something extra while my cock rams in and out of her. Like I said, fucking a woman who is loved by another man feels better anyway, but this was another level. I wasn’t just taking his unrequited love from him, I was taking away everything he believed in, and everything he wanted her to believe in! It felt so good. I fucked her in every different way, and I came over and over, and so did she, and the whole time, she’s mocking him for having been too much of a faggot to be man enough to have raped her as a little girl when he should have.”

The pastor went on, saying, “So, we fuck for ages, and she’s making fun of how his little penis could never have felt as good as what my God like Cock was doing to her. Eventually, I’m truly satisfied, and I’m lying there with her beside me, and she’s snuggled up to me, and I’ve untied her by this point because I wasn’t worried that I could beat the shit out of her if she tried anything. She’s whispering things to me, about how she had always suspected but was never sure that orgasming could feel so good, and she’s so grateful that I released her. She says how she thinks that my Cock must have been made by God himself, and that any belief that would say I shouldn’t rape any woman I want must be wrong. I could tell she had fallen in love with me, and I decided I wanted to keep her.”

The Pastor continued, saying, “The question was what to do with this little faggot pastor. I got up, and I lowered him down a little, so he was still hung up by his arms, but he’s down on his knees. I told him if he didn’t open his mouth I’d start torturing him again, so he did, and I pissed into his mouth, mostly, like he was a urinal. Eve watched me, and then, she got up and took the small blow torch I had brought, and she moved slowly so I knew she wasn’t trying to do anything to escape or attack me, and she came over, and I stepped aside. I was watching her carefully, because even though I could feel that this was going my way, I’m not stupid so I was careful. She asks me how to turn it on, and I show her, and then she takes it, and she starts using it on the young pastor’s face! She’s laughing and telling him what a faggot he is, and she holds the flame right up to one of his eyes and completely burns it out of his head! He’s screaming in this inhuman way, and I knew in that moment that she was mine and we were going to have a great time together. I held her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist lovingly, and she turned he head and we kissed, and it was really sweet, you know? There’s nothing like that moment when a woman abandons her man and gives into you. Not that you would know, because your penis is too small and weak, but it’s something that men like me with bigger Cocks experience.”

The Pastor continued, “We tortured the young pastor together for a long time, and he was very mutilated, so we couldn’t just let him go, and I thought I’d have to kill him. However, Eve said that their church does missionary work on this island out in the Caribbean, and they deliver supplies there, so she knew how we could get him there. They had an old church there where no one could hear him scream. She wanted to make him suffer a lot longer, for all the years he had been too much of a pussy faggot to rape her like she wanted. I think her idea was for us to run away together, so we could stay away from the law, but I had ways of covering my tracks from the years I’ve been raping little girls and women before. However, the more she talked, the more an idea started to come up, between the both of us. I liked the idea of having access to an island where I could take people to really have my way with them where they couldn’t run away. I was thinking of maybe using it as a place where I would let people run around and I’d hunt them down, because that always seemed like a fun idea to me. She said I could join her church and become a minister, and then that way I’d get access to the island, however that idea made me think of other possibilities if I had a small church to use.”

The Pastor continued his long story, “At first I just thought it would be this way of covering my activities. However, I went to the island, and I saw the possibilities. There were people there, but they were poor and stupid, and her church was trying to help them, but I thought, fuck that, these people could be servants of the church, basically slave labor if you made them believe the right things. So I started plans to develop a resort that I thought I might make money with, and when we started development, I found this old prison in some caves that was maybe made by pirates. We moved the young pastor from the basement of the old church to the prison, and he stayed there the rest of his life, which wasn’t very long for such a young healthy man! Hah hah hah!”

The Pastor went on, saying, “Things snowballed from there. I became the main pastor of the church, and Eve helped me recruit young pretty girls and helped indoctrinate them into the power of feeling my divine Cock inside them! Then, the more beautiful girls were in my church, the more men wanted to be a part of it, and they had to donate and obey, and it started making real money. I started the school, I had my private island resort.”

The Pastor then looked at me like he was going to reveal a big secret. He looked around and then said to me, “Here’s the thing, Fred. Up until then, I had used force and fear to make people do what I want. Sometimes I bribed people or tempted them with money. I manipulated and lied to get what I wanted. However, none of it compared with religion. Once you get people to believe their soul is at stake, you can get them to do anything. ANYTHING! You wouldn’t even believe it. I have a group of men, a small group that I’ve raised up since they were teenagers, and they literally have given up sex their whole lives while married to the most stunning women you have ever seen! Every night they go to bed beside a woman who is so perfect with amazing tits and a face that you dream of seeing going down on you, and they just lie their and hope they don’t sin by thinking of touching them! Hah hah hah! They don’t even masturbate! And if that weren’t crazy enough, I fuck their wives and daughters right in front of them, and I piss right in their face, and they go along with all because they believe their souls won’t go to heaven if they don’t! It’s incredible!”

The Pastor continued, saying, “I have a whole school of little girls in hot little schoolgirl uniforms that I fuck whenever I want. I fuck the wives of all the men in my community, I belittle and and torment whoever I want, and they all obey because I have them all believing their souls are at stake. And the more I do, the more I walk around with my giant erect cock cumming and pissing wherever and on whoever I want, the more they believe everything I tell them to do must be God’s will because otherwise how am I getting away with it! I’ve got it perfectly set up with levels of the church, where at the top are my closest women reserved just for me, and they’re so beautiful that everyone wants to be near them or be like them or fuck women like them. Then under that I have most men and women who obey me and and I can do whatever I want to them, and they get some rewards in return. And then under them I have the bottom layer of people who think it’s some kind of prosperity church where they’ll become rich and beautiful like the inner circle if they’re devoted enough. When they prove themselves to be obedient, they get to move up.”

The Pastor went on, saying, “It’s amazing how much it’s spread, my church is bigger than I ever imagined! I feel like I could take over the world, except, then that might be less fun because I like to take things from people, so I need there to be people outside of my church who live normal lives that I can destroy. However, think about it, what man wouldn’t want to be me? I fuck the best women, I do whatever I want, my Cock is bigger and better than any man, I cum or piss wherever I want, I practically never wear clothes anymore because I’m fucking so many women all the time. Men can only dream of being like me, and so they’ll pay any price to even get close!”

The Pastor then looked like he was going to share another secret, and he lowered his voice just a little and said, “Now, here’s where it gets really crazy. You see how my giant Cock is so hard right now? Look at it, Fred. Look at my big Cock! I just fucked your sweet little daughter so hard she came so much that she practically passed out. I drowned her in cum. You saw how much I came on your daughter. She’s sleeping in a puddle of my cum right now. And then you’ve seen how much I piss. I swear, even I don’t know how it is that I can have so much piss inside me. If I wanted to, right now, I could piss in your face and it would be like I haven’t pissed in weeks. Maybe I could even drown you in my piss! Oh, and don’t forget how much precum is constantly flowing from my cock. It’s like a broken faucet, there’s so much pre-cum constantly coming out of my cock, everywhere I go, there’s puddles of it left behind me. And all the while, I’m as hard as a marble pillar! My Cock constantly throbs and aches for more! I haven’t stopped being hard since I married my first daughter!”

The Pastor said, “Here’s the thing, Fred, I started this whole church just to have access to little girls and men’s wives to rape, and it was all just a way of manipulating people and getting what I want. I like making men suffer while I fuck their women, and the church just seemed like the best way to make that happen. However, something along the way changed. Maybe my Cock really is a vessel for God’s power! My giant Cock can do things no normal man can do! It was Eve who told me that I was more special than even I realized, and I think she was right! By introducing me to the church, something that I think was always there, something I was destined to be, the reason I was always able to rape and torture anyone I wanted and get away with it, the reason I have this inhuman Cock, is because it was all meant to be! Isn’t that amazing Fred! Think of it! You are in the literal presence of God! Right here, in front of you. My Cock, Fred! My Cock is God! You should feel blessed, like a baptism, when I piss on you! You should rejoice when I cum in your daughter’s teenage pussy! You’re witness to the terrifying power of God! My Cock! My Cock is God! LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT MY COCK! THANK MY COCK! THANK MY COCK FOR PISSING ON YOU!! DO IT YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! SAY THANK YOU TO MY COCK FOR PISSING ON YOU! SAY IT LIKE THE LITTLE FAGGOT PUSSY BOY THAT YOU ARE! THANK MY COCK FOR PISSING ON YOU!!”

The Pastor had worked himself up into a strange childish frenzy, and I realized he truly was mad! However, this may sound strange, but seeing him for how insane he really was, it gave me hope that there might be a way out of this situation! Yes, I know that sounds crazy, however, a man who is insane is probably less careful, less organized. It was very likely that most of what he was saying was untrue. He was probably just pumped up on drugs that was making him able to stay hard, and I was sure he hadn’t actually been permanently hard for months or however long he was claiming. No, he was living in some strange fantasy, and the more he believed it, the more he was not dealing with reality. I, however, was very much in reality, so I knew that I just had to play along just enough to find the moment when he was distracted by his fantasies to catch him off guard.

Deciding I would play along, I looked at his cock and said, “Thank you, Cock, for pissing on me.” The Pastor burst into hearty laughter and said, “AAAHAHA HAH HAH! That’s the difference between you and me, Fred. I would never talk directly to another man’s Cock! And I definitely wouldn’t thank it for pissing on me! What kind of man does that! HAH HAH HAH!”

Just then, my wife Laura came out to the back deck, and she looked incredible. She had spent all the while the Pastor was telling me his story making herself beautiful. Her hair and makeup were immaculate, and she was wearing a white corset that connected to thigh high white stockings by straps that went down over her white thong panties. She wore white high heels. The way she strutted out onto the deck made her ample breasts jiggle hypnotically with every step. I recognized the lingerie she was wearing as the same she wore on our wedding night. The Pastor said to Laura as she walked up to him, “Hah hah hah! Laura, get this, your husband just thanked my Cock for pissing on him! He didn’t thank me, he thanked MY COCK! He directly spoke to my Cock! Can you believe it! Now you understand what a lesser man he is!”

As much as I had committed to playing along, it was still infuriating how he made such a big deal over this one small thing. My wife Laura smirked, and as she knelt in front of the Pastor and ran her hands down his thighs to the base of his cock, and she said, “What can You expect from a pussy faggot like my husband?” She giggled and kissed the head of the Pastor’s cock like she was kissing him romantically. The pre-cum that constantly oozed from his cock stuck to her lips and formed strings connecting her to his cock.

She turned to me with clear pre-cum sliding down her full luscious lips, and as she leaned in and slid her cheek against his cock, she said to me, “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think it’s so strange for you to talk to His Cock. After all I fell deeply in love with His Cock, and I don’t mean I love Him and really enjoy His Cock, I mean I love Him for the great and Godly man that He is, and I ALSO am truly in love with His Cock. I love His Cock more than I ever loved you. I never even knew it was possible to be this much in love. I thought the love I felt for you was deep, but I was naive. Now that I’ve met His Cock, I know that what I felt for you was hollow and a weak shadow of what true love is. I would say that I’ve fallen out of love with you now, except that I don’t think I was ever truly in love with you.”

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I had been feeling angry and resentful toward my wife all night for playing along too enthusiastically with the Pastor’s sick games, but deep down I believed that she had been brainwashed or coerced into doing everything she was doing. However, now, hearing her words, there was something truthful and sincere in a way that my heart couldn’t believe was an act. I looked at her big beautiful eyes and said, “This isn’t love, Laura, this is some perversion. What we had, that was real love, I know you know it was true. I saw how you were.”

The Pastor then said, “Okay, Fred, why don’t you tell us how she used to be. I’d like to hear it. I think Laura mentioned to me in the shower while she was soaping up my big Cock that the day you proposed to her was the happiest day of your life. Walk us through how you felt while you watch your wife suck my cock.”

I choked a bit and watched my wife open her soft beautiful lips wide and take the head of the Pastors huge hard cock into her mouth. She kept her eyes locked on me which somehow pierced into my soul and made me unable to lie to her. The Pastor leaned back with a smirk and put both his hands behind his head in an ultimately relaxed position. I felt like I had to try and win her back, to try and find that part of her that still loved me. The Pastor, seemingly reading my mind, said, “Aaaahhh… this is one of the best parts of fucking another man’s wife. There’s that little bit of time between when they find out their wife has completely betrayed them, but a man’s feelings don’t catch up so easily. You can’t stop loving someone in an instant, so no matter what your mind knows, no matter what’s right in front of your face! Go on! Tell her how you feel! TELL HER!”

I hated that he had made my attempt to talk to my wife for his benefit and not mine, but I was determined that even though he was right that my love for my wife was still burning in my heart, that what he said must also be true for her, that she couldn’t have just stopped loving me one day. I looked her straight in he big beautiful eyes as her mouth slide down the throbbing shaft of his monster Cock, “Laura, remember the day I proposed to you? We were on that lookout spot on top of the mountain in Hawaii, and while you were looking out at the sunset, I was kneeling behind you waiting for you to turn around.” Laura moved slowly and expertly up and down the Pastor’s shaft, trails of pre-cum and saliva sliding down his cock and getting all over her hands gently pumping his cock at its base. I continued, saying, “You finally turned to look at me and when you saw me on one knee, holding up a little box with a ring, you covered your mouth and cried and were so overcome, you fell down to your knees too. You cried so hard because you were so happy, you had forgot to even say yes. Eventually, I held you and whispered “will you marry me” and you said, “yes!” and you then kept saying, “yes! yes I do” over and over again while you kissed me. There were all sorts of people around, and they applauded, and we stood up, and you shyly showed everyone the ring, and you turned and said to me, “this is the happiest day of my life.””

I tried my hardest to put my feelings into my words and recreate that moment and those feelings in Laura’s mind. She slowed down as she came up off the Pastor’s huge cock, and it made a wet popping sound when she took her mouth off his engorged head. She kept his cock pressed against her face like she couldn’t bear to let it get too far from her, and she said to me, “Aww, it’s so beautiful the way you tell it. That day means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” I nodded my head enthusiastically, and I felt hot tears coming down my cheeks. Then she said, “That day doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. And I don’t love you. Oh, it feels so good to finally say it. I’ve been pretending to love you ever since His Cock was revealed to me, and I don’t think I could fake it for one minute longer. This is the happiest day of my life now, the day I finally got to put His Blessed Cock to my lips, the day I get to taste his cum in my mouth. It means more to me to drink his cum than any promise of eternal love from a little faggot of a man like you.” She giggled like she said something amusing, and then she turned and took his gigantic fat Cock into her mouth and began pumping her head up and down and pumping the base of His Cock with both her hands. She was both powerful and aggressive, moving so hard that I think any Cock but His wouldn’t have been able to handle the intensity. At the same time, there was something elegant and precise about the way she moved her lips and tongue.

The Pastor laughed heartedly as he watched my jaw drop in shock and a the numbness of love leaving my body leave me in a stunned state. The Pastor said, “AHAHAHA HA HAH HAH! Ahhh, this is what it’s all about! I’ve beaten and tortured men, I’ve broken their lives, but nothing, NOTHING feels as good as when a man’s heart breaks because his wife is sucking MY COCK! I want you to say “thank you” to Laura, Fred! I want you to thank her for showing you what true love really looks like! Hah hah hah! Do it! DO IT! Thank her for showing you true love while she sucks my cock! HAH HAH HAH!!”

I gripped the chair with so much intensity I thought I might break the arm rests. I had to reach deep to remember my parents lives were at stake to get through all this mental torture and madness. I watched my wife’s mouth go up and down his shaft, and she looked up at me, and even though her beautiful full lips were stretched to the maximum to fit the girth of His Cock, I could see from the twinkle in her eye that she was smirking at me, telling me I was a loser and that she was enjoying my humiliation as much as the Pastor. I said, “Thank you Laura, for showing me true love.” The Pastor said, “THANK HER FOR SPECIFICALLY HOW SHE’S SHOWING YOU! HAH HAH HAH!” I said, “Thank you Laura for showing me what true love looks like by sucking His big Cock right in front of me.” The Pastor laughed with complete satisfaction.

I watched Laura continue to take his giant cock into her mouth, as he pumped the long thick veiny fleshy pipe in and out without any regard for her comfort or ability to handle it. It was so aggressive, so primal, and almost punishing. And yet, she just took it, like something was released in her to be able to match his pummeling of her with his monster cock by becoming the perfect receptacle for it. It was as if by being a woman, she was made to receive his, and especially HIS cock, even though it looked too round and fat in its girth to fit into her wide open straining mouth. She held onto the base of his cock with her hands as much to brace herself for the piston like way he forced her head up and down so that she wouldn’t choke, because she was already choking and struggling with the length that was already challenging her throat.

After a long time in which he indulged himself my wife’s mouth, he arched his back a little and grunted a strained grunt, which sounded like, “HHNNNNRRRRRNNNNGGGHH!!” and began cumming into my wife’s mouth. I could tell he was cumming into her throat hard because I could hear her struggling to swallow it as she choked and gulped. I had seen pornography where men cum much more than I ever do, but this was even still on a whole another level. His hips twitched and his giant cock throbbed with every spurt of cum that pulsed into my wife’s mouth. And I could hardly believe it, but he was cumming so hard that cum began to stream out of my wife’s nose! This caused her to cough and sputter and even though she did her best to try and take in all his cum, eventually she could simply not physically handle the amount of cum shooting like a jet in pulse after pulse from the tip of his cock, and she pulled back, with a few more powerful ropes of cum that erupted like a geyser from his cock and shot straight into her face. By the time he was finished cumming, my wife was a mess, with his thick sticky white and clear cum all over her face, and dribbling down onto her soft round tits.

The Pastor calmed a little, saying, “AAAAHHHHH!” with great satisfaction as he came down from the intensity of having cum so hard. However, without waiting too long, he said to my wife, “Laura, don’t swallow the cum in your mouth just yet. I want you to kiss your husband and tell him how you feel right now.” He said it with a satisfied smirk. Without hesitating a moment, holding her mouth closed so no cum dribbled out, Laura stood up and stepped over so that she could sit in my lap. She eased into my lap like she had done so many times before, so I almost automatically received her, putting my hand on the soft smooth skin of her perfect round ass, and another around her thigh to hold her in place. I was numb now, feeling a hollowness inside so that I almost didn’t care what happened to me. Almost, but I felt what Laura did next, because she did it without specific directions from the Pastor, her words were her own.

Laura used her finger to gently move my chin upwards so I was facing her more directly. Then she kissed me full on the mouth, and it was so familiar, so normal to me, that I kissed back, even though the Pastor’s vile cum oozed into my mouth from hers. She kissed me on the lips, and then began kissing me softly all over my face, leaving a trail of the Pastor’s slimy semen wherever she kissed me. She softly, lovingly, said between kisses, “From my heart to yours, I don’t love you any more. I belong to another man’s Cock now, and his Cock means more to me than your love ever did.” Then she moved so she could gently whisper into my ear, with her cum and pre-cum covered cheek pressed against mine, “Goodbye sweetheart, I won’t even think about you again when he fucks me.”

Laura stood up, her giant soft tits brushing against my face for a last time, and then she went to go stand at the Pastor’s side, like a lady servant awaiting his command. The Pastor reached up with one hand from where he sat, and they held hands, in an almost sweet way. Then he turned to me and said, “Now Fred, watch my cock. I want you to look right at it. Look at the powerful Cock that just came a whole bucket of semen into your wife’s mouth.” I did as I was told and I looked at his cock, still standing straight up like a pillar from his lap, as he was seated in a semi reclined position.

The Pastor made me sit there starting at his cock for a long time, so that it felt awkward, and I knew part of the intention was for it to feel deliberately awkward for me. He not only wanted me to stare at his cock and contemplate how it was the center of everything, but he wanted me to know how much he was in control by having no consideration for how long it might be normal for me to have to stare at anything, let alone his giant Cock. Yet, eventually, he finally said, “You see? My Cock remains just as hard as before I came so much into your loving wife’s mouth. Maybe it’s even more hard! God, look at my Cock! LOOK AT IT! You can see that my Cock is not ordinary! Can you deny that there’s something special about it? You can’t, can you? Go on, answer me. Do you believe my Cock is bigger and better than any other man’s, and that there is something special about it?”

It was a strange feeling in that moment, because the question was only being asked as another way for him to indulge his own ego and make me feel inferior, and so I didn’t want to to answer or agree because of that. On the other hand, a part of me couldn’t deny that even if I didn’t think he was some kind of Messiah or something like that, it was just objectively true that his cock was bigger, more powerful, and somehow more intense and different than I even imagined a man’s cock could be! I had just watched him defile my wife by cumming into her mouth an amount of semen that I never would have believed if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes! If any man ever told me that they came that much, I would think they were no more mature than a thirteen year old boy who was trying to claim to have sex even though they clearly didn’t know what they were talking about. It was just unrealistic to try and describe in words. And to be able to stay hard after cumming that much, to maintain an erection after all that cum just defied everything I knew about sex. His cock wasn’t having any kind of refractory period where he needed to recover a little before continuing. No, it looked like it was throbbing and pulsing like he was just on the verge of cumming again! It was as if he needed to keep cumming, but he was holding back!

I had to answer by saying, “Yes, I believe you.” However then the Pastor said, “No, I want you to explain it fully. I want you to talk about my Cock and say all the words.” I tried not to sigh in frustration too obviously, and I said, “I believe your giant cock is truly special and better than every other man’s cock, because your cock has been especially blessed by God.” The Pastor smirked and said, “So, you believe my Cock is a miracle?” And I said, “Yes, your cock is a miracle.” I said it in a flat tone of voice because of course I didn’t believe it. If anything, I thought he was some kind of Demon, maybe even the Anti Christ, but I knew that playing along was the only way to get through this nightmare. I could see in his eyes he knew I wasn’t sincere, but he was satisfied enough that I was forced to play his game.

The Pastor stood up and stood beside my wife with an arm casually around her waist and said, “Alright, well, I’ve decided to stay the night and fuck your wife in your bed, so you’ll have to sleep somewhere else. Laura told me in the shower that you have a sleeping bag for camping that you haven’t used in a while. Go get that and set it up on your living room couch.” It was obvious now that we were going to get divorced, that even if she had been brain washed or coerced by this Pastor’s insane sex cult, that I would never again be able to look at her without seeing his enormous cock in her mouth, and hear all the cruel things she said. My heart had been breaking all night long, and maybe up until that moment I was too distracted by the Pastor’s insane games to really focus on my own hurt. However in that moment, seeing him stand up, and her stand next to him, cuddled up to him, pressing her big tits against him, looking lovingly up at his face without any concern for what I was going through, it was just more evidence of a reality that I wished I could reject, but couldn’t.

I walked to the garage, and after moving some boxes around, I found the big puffy sleeping bag. It smelled musty and I would not have considered sleeping in it again until it had a thorough wash, but I knew that the sleeping bag being dirty and dusty would only be a part of my humiliation, so I decided to pretend like I didn’t even notice, so as not to give them the satisfaction. When I went to the living room I could hear muffled laughter, and my hatred for the Pastor started to spill over into my feelings for my wife. How could she betray me this much? How could all our years of a loving marriage be wiped away in this way? How could she do this to me, and not only participate, but seem to actively enjoy it? My heart sank, not only because the souring of my hurt turning into anger at my wife, but because of the loss of what even the whole idea of love meant. If you can’t trust that your wife of fifteen years who has loved and supported you won’t suddenly revel in your complete humiliation by sucking another man’s giant cock right in front of your face, then how can you trust anyone? How can you even believe in love if people will trade what was genuinely true love in favor of pure sadistic lust?

The Pastor and my wife watched me spread the musty sleeping bag on the couch, and when it was laid out, the Pastor said, “Alright, hold the open end up so that it’s wide open.” I did as he said, and with his hands he motioned for me to hold the opening towards him. Then, without warning, he suddenly started pissing a powerful, hose like jet of hot acidic piss into the sleeping bag! It blasted out so suddenly, I recoiled a little, but with a wave of his hand, he motioned for me to make sure to hold the sleeping bag open.

As the Pastor pissed into the sleeping bag I was going to be sleeping in, soaking the interior fabric and padding, and held in by the waterproof exterior, he moved his hips a little side to side to make sure that his piss covered as much of the interior as possible. As he pissed, he casually spoke and said, “You see? it’s like I said. I don’t just cum more than normal men, I can piss as much as I want. I could piss all day if I wanted to. It’s like my cum is how my cock rewards women with approval, and my piss is how men know their place.” After he spoke, his stream of piss went on and on, and I really believed he genuinely could piss as long as he felt like. Like with everything he did, he did it for a long time, deliberately making the time itself feel strangely oppressive, so that I would be acutely aware I was on his schedule, not my own. When his stream of piss finally stopped, he said, “There we go. Now get in.”

I felt like almost like a little boy who had been given unclear commands from his parents. I didn’t want to have to ask for permission or anything, but usually before bed I would brush my teeth, go to the bathroom, that kind of thing. At the very least I would take off my clothes, and considering my clothes at that time were soaked in his piss that was drying out into the fabric, I wanted to know if I was allowed to do those things before getting into the sleeping bag. It felt so humiliating to have to ask, but I knew that I was past the point of having been forced to bend to his will, and there was no choice but to play the part of his plaything if I wanted to try and at least have some relief. I said, “May I at least go to the bathroom before I go to sleep.” I felt so small and pathetic for having to ask, and what made it worse was my wife spontaneously burst into giggling, laughing directly at me for being such a loser. She tried to reflexively hold it back for a moment, an echo of the feelings she used to have for me, and then a moment after that she must have realized there was no need any more to keep up any kind of act, and then she let her laughter out. The way she rolled her eyes and laughed her soft beautiful laugh, and then look up to the Pastor for his approval let me know that she was no longer anything but His. The Pastor said, “Hah hah hah! If you need to piss, you can just piss in the sleeping bag. I’ve already warmed it up for you! Hah hah hah!” The two of them seemed so satisfied with themselves, as if his statement was a truly funny joke.

And then they stood there, waiting for me to get into the sleeping bag, and my hesitation only prolonged the inevitable. I climbed in, the Pastor’s still warm, acidic smelling, damp piss enveloping me. I zipped up the sleeping bag most of the way, however then the Pastor took the zipper and zipped it up all the way so that I was completely enclosed except for only my face. It was the kind of sleeping bag that was designed for protecting you for the cold, so you could enclose yourself completely, with just enough of your face exposed so that you could breath. I’m sure I looked ridiculous wrapped up so completely in it, laying there on the couch. The Pastor and my wife looked smug and superior, like school bullies, while they looked down on me. As he stood above me, the Pastor’s giant cock was above my face, and maybe it was intentional, but one of the living room lights was just behind it from the angle I was looking at it, so it was as if his cock was glowing with a halo as he said, “Alright, I’m going to take your wife upstairs and fuck her like you’ve never fucked her. Aren’t you grateful?”

I knew he was setting me up to answer, and other than being resentful and hateful of everything that was happening, I was also struck, impressed in a strange bizarre way, at how every moment, every phrase, every little detail was exploited to humiliate me. I said, “Thank you,” and the Pastor said, “Thank you sir, for,” and he was prompting me to follow, and I said, “Thank you sir, for fucking my wife harder and better than I have ever been able to fuck her with my tiny penis.”

They laughed and then left the living room to go upstairs to the master bedroom, playfully talking like two teenagers being able to be together for the first time when their parents aren’t home. I could hear them as they got to my bed, and the Pastor face fucked my wife some more, as I hard him yelling, “That’s it you fucking whore! Take it! Take it deep into your mouth! You like that bitch? You like serving your Lord’s cock?!” Then he switched to tit fucking her bit pillowy tits, and I heard him yelling, “That’s it! Squeeze those big jugs around my Dick! That’s it you slut! Open your mouth! Drink my cum! Drink it down bitch! HRRRRRAAAAAANNNNNNRRRRR!!!” He must have soaked my wife with his thick viscous cum for a while, but there was no real pause between that and entering my wife and pounding her pussy. She screamed with an intensity that I thought would wake the whole neighborhood. She screamed in a way that I thought she was literally losing her mind, and after a while she began to orgasm and I swear she was speaking in tongues! I heard my bed shaking and the headboard banging against the wall like someone was hammering it, and sometimes it seemed like the bed must have come up off the ground to slam down again, it was being moved around so much. The Pastor fucked my wife every bit as hard as he fucked my daughter, if not more. It went on and on, to the point where just the length of time he was fucking my wife was in itself a form of torture, making it impossible to get to sleep. I heard both of them laughing with delight now and again. Part of me was struck with how much joy he took in fucking my wife. For someone who must be fucking so many different women, he seemed to get no less pleasure from fucking yet another woman. No, it was clear that a new conquest, and a new man betrayed and humiliated through the act of fucking his woman thrilled him on a deep level, like it was just built into his nature to do that.

Of course, it was hard for me to sleep even after they had their fill of sex and went quiet as they drifted off to a deep satisfied sleep. I was lying there dealing with all the tension and anxiety, the shock and horror of seeing my daughter’s evil tendencies encouraged, and watching a man defile her right in front of me in my own home. The hurt and pain of my own wife betraying me and taking joy in it. The fear over what will happen to my parents if I didn’t obey. And then there was also the pain in my bladder as I needed to use the bathroom, but knew that there could very well be consequences if I tried to leave the sleeping bag. In the middle of the night, I finally couldn’t take it any more, and I just let myself piss into my pants that I was still wearing, completely humiliated by the fact that it was partly made conceivable to do so because I was already sleeping in a giant puddle of the Pastor’s piss all around me. In some ways, this was one of the worse humiliations of the night, because I just did it to myself in a way, and without the Pastor watching over me, it was like I was obeying his commands even without the immediate threat of his presence. I could understand partly how it is that people can become enslaved to a cult, because the circumstances force you into making choices that you then feel responsible for, even if you couldn’t help it.

I had a terrible night of sleep, drifting in and out of nightmares. I woke up numerous times thinking that the Pastor was pissing on my face, only to realize I was dreaming. I’m not even really sure how much sleep I might have had, I only know that at some point the passage of time became unclear, and then suddenly it was daylight outside, and I heard the Pastor, my wife, and my daughter, talking and laughing in the kitchen. With some struggle, I managed to get myself out of the sleeping bag, and I thought maybe I might be able to go to the bathroom and clean myself up a little before they noticed, but of course that wasn’t the Pastor’s plan for me. “Ah, Fred, you’re up! Come on into the kitchen!” I grudgingly went to the kitchen, needing to go to the toilet, and hating the feel of yesterdays piss soaked clothes on me, and a night of being in the piss soaked sleeping bag.

When I came into the kitchen, I saw my wife wearing an apron and nothing else, making pancakes. The Pastor looked like he had already eaten, and my daughter was in his lap, his giant cock inside her tight little girl’s pussy, seemingly impaling her, as she straddled him and moved her hips up and down. The Pastor looked nonchalant, as if there was nothing unusual about having a fourteen year old girl with big tits riding his cock. My daughter was clinging onto him tightly, as if his cock hurt to be inside her, but at the same time her pained expression made it clear she needed his cock inside her, and she was holding onto him tightly, lovingly, as if she need the security and comfort of holding him in order to endure the pleasure and pain of riding his giant cock. As I came into the kitchen and saw this perversion of a family morning together, the Pastor said in a friendly voice, “Ah, Fred, come in and sit down. I’ve provided a nice hot cup of morning piss for you!” And that’s when I noticed at at one of the places of the kitchen table was a glass tumbler full of dark yellow, slightly frothy piss set right where a plate would be. It was clear that this would be my whole breakfast.

I went to sit at my place, but I hesitated to pick up the glass. Strangely, more than drinking the cup of his piss, I was becoming increasingly frustrated that the humiliations were continuing. The deal the police told me was that this torture and humiliation would be for just one night. This was now continuing into the next day, and there didn’t seem to be an end in site. As if he could read my mind, the Pastor said, “Now, don’t worry Fred, this will all be done soon. We’ll just have a little business to attend to, and then we can all go our separate ways. I just need you to drink up ALL my piss, and then we can get down to business.” I knew he was manipulating me by making feel like drinking his piss would be the way to make this end faster. Everything he did and said was a manipulation to make things go his way, and at the same time, there were no choices. Grudgingly, I picked up the glass, and was disgusted by how it felt warm in my hands, and I brought it to my lips. Before I could take a sip, he said, “Wait, don’t you have anything to say before you drink my piss?” I was frustrated by being interrupted after I managed to mentally brace myself for doing this thing I didn’t want to do, and I knew he was delaying me not just to humiliate me in an additional way, but also to prolong the torture of making me drink his piss.

I said, knowing what he wanted to hear, “Thank you, Pastor, for giving me this piss to drink, and for fucking my wife and daughter.” I said it through gritted teeth because I was nearing my wits end for what I could endure. Even with my parents lives on the line, I just felt an emotional breaking point that I might not be able to hold back. The Pastor laughed and with an upward wave of his hand, motioned for me to go ahead and drink his big cup of piss. I resolved to just power through it, so I gulped it all down in one long chug, and as I did, I heard my daughter go, “Ew” in that judgemental voice that only teenage girls can do, and my wife made as “Tisk” noise as if she were truly disappointed and disgusted by me. I hated everyone on the room, even though deep down the image of the wife and daughter I used to love was burned deep into my heart and part of me wanted to believe it was still true.

Just as I put the empty glass down on the table, and tried to mentally block the humiliating aftertaste in my mouth, there was a knock on the front door. The Pastor looked completely at east as if he expected it, and he said, “Ah, right on time. Fred, be a good boy and go get the door.” His tone, as always, was a little smug as he was enjoying the situation to his satisfaction, but also friendly as if he was being nice, and that there was nothing unusual about the fact that my fourteen year old daughter was riding his giant cock and that my wife was naked and serving him. I got up and went to the front door, and opened it to see the two police officers from the day before. There was a moment where they looked at me, and smirked as if they knew what I had been through and just thought it was funny to see a man so thoroughly humiliated. Then without any invitation or concern for my reaction or even my physical presence, they came in and pushed past me like I wasn’t there. They walked straight to the kitchen, and naively, just for a moment, because I used to believe, before that day, that police were people who protected innocent people, I thought maybe they were going to take away the Pastor and that maybe the whole night was a set up or something so that they could catch him in the act.

However, of course it wasn’t like that. One of the police said, “Here’s the paperwork you wanted,” and then the Pastor replied, “Good job boys.” Then the Pastor called to me as I followed slowly behind, knowing that something bad was going to happen before all this ended, “Fred! Come on in here! I have some paper for you to sign.” I walked in, and there were some papers, maybe a couple dozen of them, in a neat little stack near one edge of the kitchen table. There was a chair positioned so that I could sit in front of those paper. It was a slightly strange place for the papers to be, near one edge of the table, but when I sat down, I realized why they were placed there.

The Pastor guided my daughter so that she slid up off his giant Cock, and it was like he was unsheathing a sword. She seemed so little and his Cock so big it was hard to understand how it all fit inside her. She clutched at him like she didn’t want to get off his huge Cock, and she made a pouting face. However, the Pastor just laughed like an all knowing father and patted her on her smooth round ass to make her go stand beside her mother.

Because the papers were at the very edge of the table, the Pastor was able to stand beside the table in such a way that his cock hovered directly above the papers, only a couple of inches above them. If I were to read the papers, I would have to do so by moving my head to see around his deliberately obstructive cock. I almost instinctively tried to move the papers so I could see them better, but the Pastor said, “They’re fine where they are. Now, go ahead and read them and sign them, but don’t take too long. You don’t need to read all the details.” Like everything, The Pastor wanted me to know that his cock was the center of it all, the reason for everything happening to me. I started to read through the papers, keeping them underneath his cock, and having to essentially stare at his cock the whole time I was trying to understand everything I was signing.

As I started to understand what I was looking at, I was shocked, and I looked up at the Pastor for a moment. His self satisfied smug expression that I hated so much told me there was no option but to sign. And a quick glance at the cops behind me let me know there was no other option. However, what made me go through with signing was that I was pretty sure that if a contract was signed under duress then it doesn’t count, and this was obviously a lot of duress! There were essentially three documents, one was divorce papers with my wife. I knew I was going to divorce her anyway, but a part of me was frustrated that it was being brought about this way. I wanted it to be on my terms, not theirs. i wanted to have a moment of being able to express to her how angry I was with her, but this was making it her decision, and the Pastor’s, to simply do away with me like I was an inconvenience.

The next document shocked me even more. It was adoption papers for my daughter, Lilith! I was signing away my parental rights, and agreeing that he would be her father! It was bizarre and disgusting to me that he would want Lilith to be his daughter in order to carry on his already inappropriate sexual relationship with her! She was still basically a child in spite of all her sexuality, and having a middle aged man as her lover was insane, but to make him her father just twisted it so much more I could hardly even make myself understand how perverse their relationship was!

The last document was signing over ownership of my house to his church! My wife had already signed off on it, more evidence, as if it were needed, of how her betrayal for me must have been brewing for much longer than this night when everything was revealed to me. This one was the hardest for me to sign because emotionally I knew that my relationships with my wife and daughter had been defiled to a point of no return already, but I hadn’t imagined that I would be put in a position of being made homeless. The document, which I wasn’t given time to read in detail, seemed to be saying that all my possessions, maybe even all my assets, would be transferred to his church. I definitely did not want to sign, but, I did, because I knew they would physically make me, and also because I knew this was just a big act to try and humiliate me more, and they didn’t really mean anything. No court in the world would uphold any of these documents given the conditions I was being made to sign them. Signing them was the fastest way to get these people away from me so that I could go somewhere, maybe to some federal authorities, and have everyone arrested. I was sure the FBI would want to hear about this insane criminal cult that does these bizarre acts of humiliation and rapes under age girls and brainwashes women!

Moving awkwardly to work around the Pastor’s giant cock, I skimmed through the documents and signed them. When I was done, the police took them, and then my daughter, who was standing politely to the side, came over so she held onto his cock and said, “So it’s done? You’re officially my daddy now? The next time we fuck, we’ll be fucking as father and daughter?” The Pastor put an arm around her and said, “Yes sweetheart, you’re my daughter now, and when you drink my cum, it’s your father’s cum! Hah hah hah! Soon I’ll marry you too, just like my other daughters, so we can be father and daughter AND husband and wife, and we’ll have a wonderful ceremony where I’ll fuck you in front of the whole church!” My daughter, still holding the Pastor’s giant Cock, which looked even bigger compared to my daughter holding it, she began jumping up and down with girlish enthusiasm, bobbing his Cock up and down with her. Then she practically dropped to her knees and with her hands still holding his Cock, she began lovingly licking it and sucking it in a way that was so expert and erotic, it was like nothing a fourteen year old girl should be able to do.

With one hand casually resting on my daughter’s head, the Pastor took his other arm and put it around my wife’s waist and pulled her close. The two of them looked down approvingly and the Pastor said, “She really makes a father proud.” Then my wife said, “Pastor, please may I come live with you as your wife?” The Pastor took his hand off my daughter’s head while she continued to suck his cock and he touched my wife’s nose, booping her as if she was being silly, and he said, “Now, you know that with your daughter, I now have my twelve apostles, so you can’t be my wife. It’s going to be your job to get gang raped at Sunday service. However, as the mother of my youngest daughter, you will have special privileges, and you will taste my cum plenty, don’t you worry about that! Hah hah hah!” My wife pressed up against him, lovingly, and said, “Thank you sir, I will serve you with all my heart, body, and soul. I love you from the bottom of my heart.” She said it with absolute sincerity so that there was no doubt that she meant every word. And they stood there, posed like a happy suburban family, except that they were all naked, and the Pastor’s giant cock stood straight out, rigid and throbbing, with both my wife and daughter, no, HIS daughter now, and my ex wife, with one hand around him and the other casually stroking his dick, and the Pastor said, “You both belong to me now, a part of my church and my family. And, officers, we’re in my house now, and this disgusting piss soaked faggot is trespassing, so please remove him. Hah hah hah!”

There was a moment when I looked at the three of them, and they looked not just happy, but content in a way that was near impossible to comprehend in the midst of the insanity of everything happening. They smiled and laughed a little like it was the end of a movie and the good guys had won! Even though that was the exact opposite! Evil had won, and it wasn’t even over. I barely managed to stutter out, “What? What are you,” before the two police officers grabbed me from behind. They wrestled me to get control, but I fought back! I tried to squirm my way free. My goal wasn’t to try and win any fights, but instead to simply get free and make a run for it. There were two of them and they were both muscular and far too strong.

Eventually they had me by both arms, and in a position where I was on my knees in front of the Pastor. I stopped squirming and trying to fight, however it wasn’t so much because I gave up my will to resist, but instead it was because I heard the Pastor laughing, and it made me stop because his laughter was jarring. It was confusing to me how he could be finding anything funny in this moment. However, there he was, standing like the proud head of the household, with a beautiful wife with huge tits and gorgeous sexy fourteen year old daughter on either side of him, pressed up against him adoringly, and his giant monster of a cock sticking straight out in defiance of it’s own gargantuan size and heft. His laughter caused his giant cock to bounce up and down a little, so that it was almost like it was also laughing at me! My wife and daughter giggled along with him, maybe not because they knew what he found funny, but because they were just happy that he was happy.

The Pastor said, “Hah hah hah! Look at him! LOOK AT HIM! What a fucking loser! He’s lost everything to me and My Cock, however he thinks he can get away and do something about it! He thinks life is like the movies, and that he’s the hero and he can somehow rise above what I’ve done to him! Hah hah hah! Well, Fred, life isn’t a movie and you’re not the hero! You’re just one of the millions and millions of people throughout the world and throughout history who just gets stomped on by the more powerful people! People like me! There’s nothing fair about it! Hah hah hah hah! You won’t get justice, you won’t get anything! I’ll do what I want to you if I feel like it, and while you suffer whatever fate I decide for you, I’ll be fucking your lovely wife and making her big tits bounce in my face, and I’ll be fucking your hot little teenage daughter and making her tight little pussy slide up and down my cock! AAHH HAH HAH! Can you feel it, Fred? Can you feel how you’re a nobody? It’s you who exists for me to torment if I want! Your wife and daughter can feel it! That’s why there here with me, serving my big Cock! Because I am the one who wins! Not you! Me! Women want to be with the winner with the bigger Cock, Fred, not the piss soaked little cry baby who gets beat up and pissed on by the bully! Hah hah hah!”

I had barely even noticed that the cops holding me had hand cuffed my hands behind my back. When the Pastor finished his insane childish rant, they put thick tape around my mouth so that I couldn’t speak. Then one of the cops said, “Pastor, sir, do you want to piss on him one more time before we take him away?” The Pastor looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “Hmmm, that’s a good question. I mean, I’ve already pissed on him and his dinner and everything he owns and all over his house, at this point it would just be over the top to piss on him again, wouldn’t it? What do you girls think?” My wife and my daughter looked at each other, and then they both slid down so that they were on their knees, their faces pressed up against the Pastor’s cock, and they looked up and Lilith said, “Piss on him daddy.” And Laura said, “Yes, piss on him. We’ll help you aim.” The Pastor laughed and said, “Hah hah hah! Well, what kind of man would I be to deny the requests of these two beautiful angels! Hah hah hah!”

Lilith and Laura, my wife and daughter, no, my ex-wife and his daughter now, turned so they were facing me, but they leaned in so they were in either side if the Pastor’s cock, pressing it between their cheeks, and in this way they could face me, smiling, mocking me with their eyes, while aiming his giant Cock directly at me. Without any hesitation, the Pastor shot a jet of piss right at me. I squirmed a little but the police held me in place. Some piss spattered off of me and got on to them, but while they pulled back a little, they kept a firm grasp on me. The Pastor’s piss shot directly at my face, it felt like stinging needles as it smacked into my cheeks, and got into my eyes, and my nostrils and my mouth. If I moved one way or the other, my wife and daughter – I couldn’t stop seeing them that way, no matter how untrue it was now – would gently nudge the Pastor’s cock so his piss kept shooting directly into my face while they giggled with satisfaction. Eventually I gave up on trying to dodge it.

The Pastor then said, “There that ought to do it,” as if somehow pissing on my was a task that needed to be completed and to a certain amount. His stream of piss died down, and my wife and daughter began kissing and licking his cock lovingly. I couldn’t see too clearly because of the piss stinging in my eyes, but I had one last blurry image of the Pastor looking satisfied, like he had won again, just like he won at everything in life.

Without any commands, the two police pulled up up off my knees and began to walk me out the front door. I suddenly realized in that moment that whatever promise about my parents safety was not going to be kept, and I was in a whole different kind of danger now. I fought as hard as I could, but they were much stronger and knew how to fight. After knocking me to the ground, they pinned me down, and then choked me until I passed out, and I wondered if maybe I was going to die. In those moment I heard everyone laughing, a sincere happy laugh of triumphant evil and I thought that sound of me losing to their perverse torture might be the last sounds I hear.

However, I woke up a while later. I don’t know how long I was out, but I think it was just later in the same day. I was still in the same piss soaked clothes, and I could still taste the Pastor’s piss in my mouth and feel it all over me. I was in the trunk of a car, the police car, and just as I came to, the trunk door opened. The two police pulled me out, and they threw me on the ground. They took off the handcuffs, and kicked me a couple times to make sure I stayed still, and then they got back in their car and drove off.

When it was safe for me to look around, I discovered I was underneath some kind of highway overpass, and around me were tarps and cardboard boxes, and it looked like a whole town of homeless people. Just as I started to stand up, a large man, bearded, looked like he hadn’t showered maybe his whole life, wearing a brown overcoat in spite of the warm weather, came up to me. He was flanked by a few other, equally rough looking men, and they surrounded me in a threatening way. The first man said in a booming voice, “So, you’re the new one. Hah hah hah! Always good to have fresh meat. Welcome to faggot town!” I was then grabbed by two men behind me, and dragged to a blue tarp tent.

I don’t want to go into details about what they did to me, but I can tell you that they call it “Faggot Town” because it’s made of men the Pastor has excommunicated from his church, either because they actually were gay, or the Pastor had tormented them to a point where that was they life they were forced into. The Pastor made sure that each of them, like me, had lost everything, and that if they tried to leave, the police would take them back. The Pastor had deliberately set it up so there was a hierarchy, and men like me were the subject of constant abuse and rape. I endured much, too much that I can’t talk about because it horrifies and shames me.

I was there for months before I finally got a chance to escape. I was usually tied up during the day, but the man who did it was drunk one time and did a bad enough job that I could get out. I ran, and I made sure to stay out of sight of any police. I didn’t have a phone or money or anything, and I wasn’t sure how I could or would try to contact some authority to do something. I was sure the local city police would be too corrupted by the Pastor, but maybe if I could get to some kind of Federal building.

First, though, I had to find out about my parents. After a long, long walk, and hiding from most people, not just the police because potentially anyone was a cult member, I made it to the suburbs where my parents lived. I found their house, but immediately I could tell that someone else lived there. The garden looked a little different, and I looked in a few windows and could see different furniture. I looked like a mad homeless person, so I knew someone might call the cops, even if I rang the doorbell, so I waited. After a night sleeping in bushes, in the morning I saw a round middle aged woman out tending the garden. I came up, and making sure to keep my distance and apologizing profusely for my appearance and over and over assuring her I meant no harm, I asked her if she knew what happened to the people who used to live there. She said she was sorry she didn’t, and then I left as fast as I could so as not to cause any more concern.

I found some lose change, and after endless searching, I managed to find a phone booth, something that seems to have almost completely disappeared these days! The funny thing was, when I found it, it didn’t even need change, you could make local calls seemingly for free. I was able to call an automated information number, and I got the number of the FBI and I tried to tell the person what had happened, that there was a cult, and my wife and daughter were being raped, and so had I, and on and on. I was transferred over and over, and it literally took hours on the phone. Finally i seemed to get to the desk of someone in charge, and they simply said, “Go back to Faggot Town” and hung up. I couldn’t believe it but it seemed like even the FBI had been infiltrated by his insane cult!!

I tried calling my bank, and I had to do extra security clearance checks because I didn’t have my cards on me, but in the end I found out that all my balances had been emptied and my accounts closed! I tried calling some friends, and as soon as they heard my voice, they hung up! I called my work, and apparently the company had been bought out, and restructured, and I had no place there anymore. The people I spoke to on the phone were all new and didn’t even know me!

I literally collapsed inside the phone booth. It seemed like the Pastor was right. I believed that somehow, in some way, society worked in a way that you could always fight back, that there was always somewhere you could turn to. However, was that really true? I believed that, but I had never been in a situation before where I actually had to find out. Maybe with enough wealth, and power, and reach, someone like me could only hope to get away, but I wouldn’t be able to change what happened. The Pastor had said that all through history, people had always been crushed under the feet of the powerful and could never do anything about it. Maybe that was still more true than we wanted to believe.

I think motivated more by simple anger and frustration, I decided to go to the church and school where the Pastor was. It was dangerous to do, but maybe I just felt that even if I was trapped, I was at least going to have my say! It was another long, long walking journey, made even longer by having to stay hidden. After a day and a night, I got there. The church and school were fenced off, and I knew that the community where most church members lived was a gated community. I wandered around the perimeter, not sure what exactly to do, but eventually I came to a gate which seemed to lead into the gated neighborhood. There was an intercom there, and I buzzed it over and over. There didn’t seem to be anyone responding, but I looked up and saw a camera looking at me, so I looked at it and yelled, “I want to see the Pastor! Tell the coward to come out and show himself! Or is he too ashamed of himself to face me!”

There was no reaction, and I kept buzzing the buzzer and shouting into the microphone and at the camera. I was there for over an hour, maybe more since I had no way to tell the time, starting and stopping as I had energy. I wasn’t fed very well in Faggot Town and I hadn’t eaten in a few days. Strangely, there was no one around at all it seemed. No cars came and went through the gate or on the nearby roads. I didn’t see anyone walking anywhere.

And then I heard heels clicking as they walked down the road toward me on the other side of the gate. I looked up and saw my wife, no, my ex-wife, Laura, coming toward me. She looked more beuatiful than ever. She wore a simple but tight expensive looking white dress that had a low cut to show off her cleavage. Her hair glowed in the sunlight and caught little updrafts of wind as if she were being filmed in a hair commercial. Her face looked younger, she walked somehow taller, more confident. It was as if she were healthier and happier than she had ever been in her whole life. Her immaculate beauty contrasted all the more with me, still wearing the same piss soaked clothes the Pastor had pissed on months ago, and all the accumulated grim since! I had lost weight, I hadn’t shaved in months, I hadn’t showered. I looked like your worst fears of a homeless person could be.

With a light sweet smile, Laura said, “Fred, good to see you again. How have you been?” I said, “You know damn well how I’ve been! You and your fucking Pastor took everything from me! You went through every part of my life and destroyed it, leaving me nothing! Do you know the abuses I have to suffer?” Laura laughed gently and dismissively and said “Aw, that sounds hard. However, I would have thought a faggot like you would have felt right at home.” I yelled, “You’re sick! You’re all fucking sick and demented and evil! What did you to do my parents? What did you do to them?”

Laura shrugged her shoulders casually and said, “I don’t know. Maybe they’re dead? Who cares?” I was screaming so hard my voice was breaking and shrill and said, “I CARE DAMN IT! Those are my parents you’re talking about! I love them, and so did you one time! You’ve eaten dinner with them! They were at our wedding and you said you loved them! How could you have turned into an inhuman monster?”

Laura never lost her smile or her composure. She looked completely at ease and she said, “It looks to me like you’re the monster, Fred. I can smell you from here, and you’re the one screaming and threatening. I’m happy now, why can’t you accept that and let go of your attachment to me?” I screamed “I’M NOT THREATENING,” and then I stopped myself, realizing I was playing her game, making myself the hysterical crazy one, when it was her who is insane. I continued, saying, “I never threatened you. I didn’t even want to talk to you. I want to talk to the Pastor. I want to look into his eyes and tell him what I think of him.” Laura shook her head as if I were too simple to understand and said, “The Pastor is not going to come see you, Fred. You’re not important enough. Now, why don’t you go back to Faggot Town where you belong. Stop bothering good men like the Pastor.” She turned around to leave and she walked away, her perfect strut causing her round ass, which looked even more fit and shapely than I remembered, to sway seductively from side to side.

I called out, I said, “Wait! WAIT! Just tell me one thing.” She paused, and turned back to me. I said, “You said, that night we talked before the Pastor came over, that you needed to make sacrifices to get to the next level in the church. Did you mean me? I was the sacrifice?” I slumped my shoulders, feeling a kind of defeat that I’m not sure I even fully understood. I said out loud, “Why?” Not even to Laura, it just quietly escaped my lips. Laura seemed to look at me with maybe even a little sympathy, and said, “You should be happy.” I looked up, completely confused and said, “What??” Laura continued saying, “You helped create and raise the girl that became the Pastor’s twelfth apostle. It was necessary to humiliate you and destroy you, but in your small way, you’ve contributed to the Pastor fulfilling his destiny. You can take pride in that. Now, though, you’ve served your purpose and you’re just garbage, so you need to go.”

I felt like I had more to say! I didn’t get any satisfaction from this conversation at all! I said, “But, but, wait, I need to know more!” However, Laura just kept walking away, and the last thing she did was call over her shoulder and say, “I don’t care if you stay or not, I was just giving you helpful advice because your friends are here! Hah hah hah!” Her laugh was so light and beautiful and playful and transfixed me for a moment before I registered what she was saying. I was clutching the closed gate, and I turned and looked side to side, and off to my left, coming towards me were the men from Faggot Town. The leader yelled, “There he is! Get him!”

I turned and ran, and I have to keep running.