HOLY FATHER

Feature Writer: De Sade
Feature Title: Holy Father
Copyright: 2002, De Sade / ALL Rights Reserved
Uploaded: 13.05.2002 / http://www.mrdouble.com
Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION INTENDED FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF ADULTS. ALL MINORS WILL DEPART AT ONCE.
Warning: This story involves rape, incest and Satanism. It is a story about the beast in man and its desire to be fed. If you are offended by the above topics, please move on to another story.
Story Codes: Mff, incest, caution, bible, magic, NC, VA, oral

Holy Father – Synopsis

Cindy stared in shock at the scene in her mother’s bedroom. Her Father, the Rev Johnson, lay between the legs of her best friend Chelsea. His ass moved up and down in long quick strokes. Cindy could see her Father’s large cock slid in and out off Chelsea’s wet little cunt. In her innocence, it took Cindy a few moments to realize the terrible truth. He was fucking her. Her father, the man of God, and the person she looked up to for spiritual guidance was fucking her best friend. Cindy’s hand covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her face turned white with shock as she watched her father’s long thick cock slid in and out of her best friend’s young cunt. Her Father grunted like an animal as he shoved his cock deep into Chelsea’s tight wet cunt. Under him, the 14-year old girl grunted with lust as his powerful strokes shook her whole body. She wrapped her legs around the Reverend’s back and locked her ankles there, giving him more of her pussy to pound. At the door, Cindy stood shaking. Filled with shock and anger, she contemplated leaving and running to the church to tell her Mother. But Cindy didn’t move.

Holy Father

Cindy stared in shock at the scene in her mother’s bedroom. Her Father, the Rev Johnson, lay between the legs of her best friend Chelsea.

His ass moved up and down in long quick strokes. Cindy could see her Father’s large cock slid in and out off Chelsea’s wet little cunt. In her innocence, it took Cindy a few moments to realize the terrible truth.

He was fucking her. Her father, the man of God, and the person she looked up to for spiritual guidance was fucking her best friend.

Cindy’s hand covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her face turned white with shock as she watched her father’s long thick cock slid in and out of her best friend’s young cunt. Her Father grunted like an animal as he shoved his cock deep into Chelsea’s tight wet cunt.

Under him, the 14-year old girl grunted with lust as his powerful strokes shook her whole body. She wrapped her legs around the Reverend’s back and locked her ankles there, giving him more of her pussy to pound.

At the door, Cindy stood shaking. Filled with shock and anger, she contemplated leaving and running to the church to tell her Mother. But Cindy didn’t move.

She just stood there with a hand over her mouth, watching and trembling at the debauched scene before her. Her own father, a man of God, fucking her 14-year-old school friend in her mothers bed.

Cindy thought of going into the room and screaming at them to stop, but she did nothing. She merely stood there watching them, and before she knew it, her eye’s locked onto her father’s massive organ. And it mesmerized her.

Cindy was only 13 years old and had never seen a man’s cock before and though she would never admit it to herself, the thickness and length of the monstrous weapon, thrilled her like most young girls her age.

Once, a young boy at school had tried to seduce her on a date and had whipped out his cock and asked her to suck it.

Cindy was a good and Godly girl, brought up to love Christ the way her mother did. She was the daughter of a pastor and she understood her duty to God, her family and the community.

She hadn’t even touched the boy’s cock. She had jumped out of the car and walked home disgusted. She was proud she resisted temptation and stayed pure. But she was also a little ashamed because secretly she had wanted to touch the boy’s cock.

Now as she watched her father’s big cock, which made the boy’s look so small, pound into her girlfriend’s cunt, Cindy again felt the sinful urge to touch a cock. Her father’s cock.

As she watched the shameful spectacle, her tongue slid across her upper lip and her breathing became more labored as she felt her body heat rise. Within seconds, Cindy’s shame and disgust at the sinful fornication before her, was almost eclipsed by a deep ache inside her own cunt.

She felt a heat between her legs the likes of which she had never experienced before. This was soon followed by another new experience as she felt hot juices seep from her 13-year-old cunt, saturating her pink panties. The young girl was wringing wet within seconds.

Inside the room, the bed groaned and creaked with the pounding it took from the rutting couple. Cindy watched as Chelsea suddenly lifted her head and with a look of utter lust, whispered something into the Reverend’s ear.

Cindy almost jumped as her father groaned loudly like a wild beast and began to trust his cock into Chelsea with even more vigor.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ, I’m cuminggg,” he roared.

Cindy gasped. She had never heard such blasphemous language from her father and the fact that he was a holy man of God made it all the more shocking. But Cindy’s body began to react to the debauched sight before her and distraught though the young 13-year old girl was, she was quick to answer the call of her young body.

She had touched herself before but the idea of committing such a terrible sin against God usually made her hesitate enough to refrain. Perhaps it was the horrible corruption she was a witnessing in her mother’s bedroom that made her slid her hand up between her hot quivering thighs.

Whatever it was, Cindy showed absolutely no hesitation in pulling her saturated panties to one side and sliding a finger inside her hot juicy little cunt. She immediately shook with pleasure as an orgasm engulfed her whole body from head to toe. She leaned against the wall and cried out her pleasure.

Lucky for her, the screams and grunts coming from the bedroom were much louder. Inside, her father gave one final violent trust of his hips and tried with all his might to get his bloated sperm filled testicals inside Chelsea’s 14-year-old cunt, along with his throbbing cock meat.

The Reverent Johnson felt a tremendous surge of boiling sperm shoot up his quivering roasting cock and spew like a geyser into the orgasm ridden young pussy of the 14-year-old girl. Cindy sighed deeply as she heard her father yell out with lust as his cum gushed into the girl’s womb. Chelsea shook with delight and after a few minutes the room fell silent.

“Jesus,” whispered Cindy.

She was looking into the room again. She saw her father’s sperm gush out from Chelsea’s cunt around his cock and balls, forming a large puddle on the bed. For some time the couple lay panting and heaving, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Cindy stood trembling with her back to the wall trying to control her breathing. Her fingers played with her scalding hot pussy as images of her father’s big cock plowing into the tight wet spasming cunt of her friend filled her mind. A tremendous orgasm washed over her. Covering her mouth to stifle her screams Cindy slid down to the floor, her body shaking with the power of her orgasm.

As she came down from the sexual high, she felt disgusted with herself for performing such a debauched act and she quickly pulled her panties back over her juicy pussy. After a while she heard voices in the room. They were talking.

Cindy thought about leaving but she was eager to hear what they would say after their sinful debauchery. She heard them stir but she didn’t dare look into the room.

“Jesus, what a great fuck!! Who taught you to fuck like that?” asked the Reverend without any sign of remorse.

Cindy was stunned. All these years she had looked up to her father as an authority on morality. All those long sermons on obeying God’s laws and refraining from fornication were lies. It was all a fake. Cindy’s eye’s had been opened and a large piece of her innocence had been destroyed forever.

“An ex boyfriend,” giggled Chelsea.

“I like the way you fuck,” she said seriously, as if she were complementing his sermons.

“My God, your only 14 years old. How many men have you been with?” he asked shaking his head. He was trying to come to terms with the fact that he had fucked her as he felt a sense of guilt return.

“Men more than boys!” replied Chelsea, sitting up and spreading her thighs wide. He gasped at her shaved pussy and his cock began to stir again.

She watched his reaction and smiled.

“You love my shaved pussy, don’t you?” she giggled.

Cindy gasped. She heard her father moan.

“What’s the matter Reverend?” laughed Chelsea.

The Rev Johnson looked at her sternly.

“Yes, that’s right. I’m a Reverend and I’ve just fucked a 14 year old girl,” he said sighing.

Cindy felt a dull ache return between her legs, which she instinctively spread. Despite her disgust, all the dirty filthy language was actually making her hot again.

“I think its great that a holy man fucked me,” said Chelsea purring.

“It really turns me on. You liked fucking my 14 year old cunt didn’t you?” she asked in an innocent child like voice, which made his cock throb with lust.

Cindy heard the bed springs. Chelsea was pulling the Reverend over her body. Cindy could hear them kissing.

“Say it!” Chelsea yelled. “You really liked fucking me!”

Cindy heard her father and could not stop herself. She peeked into the room just as her father grunted and bent his head to suck hard on one of Chelsea’s pink nipples.

Chelsea groaned and reached for the Reverend’s throbbing cock.

“You have a wonderful cock Reverend. I think its one of the biggest I’ve had. It’s big and thick. It really fills me up. I think you are one of the chosen few.”

Cindy turned quickly away, afraid of being caught. She couldn’t understand Chelsea’s words. This was not the girl that befriended her when her family had first moved into the neighborhood. Chelsea was an honor student, decent and upright and very popular at school. She was a devout Christian. At least that’s what Cindy had believed.

Now she knew the truth. Chelsea was wicked. Cindy heard her father groan and without hesitation she peeked into the room again.

Her father was lying on his back, his hands roaming over Chelsea’s delicious body as she held his throbbing cock in her small hand. Cindy felt her own cunt ache with lust when she saw her father’s bloated testicals and the very large and violently throbbing organ sticking up from them.

“Ahhhhhh, that’s good. Chelsea… what do you mean when you say I am one of the chosen few?” groaned the Reverend.

Cindy watched from the doorway, mesmerized. Her 14-year-old friend was playing with her father. She felt a chill run up her spine despite the increasing heat emanating from her own pussy. She felt the presence of evil and was shocked by the realization that it excited her.

Her tongue slid freely over her lips. Though still a child, her innocence or what remained of it was under siege from the lust rising up inside her. It began to consume her and very quickly Cindy actually began to feel jealous of Chelsea.

She wanted to take Chelsea’s place between her father’s legs. She wanted to get on her knees and lick that delicious cock. Yes, she wanted to lick her own father’s cock.

She could see pre cum ooze out of the purple bloated head of her father’s cock and dribble down the underside of the monstrous organ. Cindy’s hand flew to her soaking panty covered mound and cupped it as she watched that stream of paternal sperm trickle onto her father’s large balls.

Cindy gasped as Chelsea suddenly dove down, groaning like a bitch in heat. The little bitch began lapping up the trickling cum, starting at the large testicles and sliding her greedy tongue up the entire length of his throbbing cock before sucking the entire bloated, lust ridden head into her wet little mouth.

He groaned out in a deep guttural voice that sounded like a wild beast as he thrust the head of his cock to the back of her throat.

He saw the 14 year olds cheek’s bulge and the wickedness of the sight made him gasp with awe. Chelsea sucked hard on his cock and had almost half of it in her mouth when she suddenly slid her mouth off him.

The angry look he gave her would have frightened other girls, but not Chelsea. She had seen it many times before and she loved it. She could see her master in that grotesque look of lust.

Cindy also saw that look and she whimpered as she violently pulled her soaking panties to one side of her reeking pussy and buried three fingers inside herself.

The Reverend grunted like a wounded animal and was about to grab Chelsea’s head to force her mouth back down over his greedy cock, when she spoke.

“Your no Shepard,” she hissed like a snake, squeezing his aching balls tightly.

“Get your fucking mouth back on my fucking cock,” he yelled out in that deep guttural voice.

Cindy gasped at the violence of his words, but Chelsea merely grinned at him. She had been right all along. He was one of them. She slid her hand off his testicals and squeezed his cock.

“You’re a wolf!! You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing!! Aren’t you?” she hissed at him.

“Christttttttt,” he yelled.

“Well, there are plenty of lambs to be had in this town,” she giggled.

He merely thrust up his hips at her, desperate to get his demonic cock deep into her sweet mouth, but she dove lower and slid her tongue over his testicles as her hand massaged his throbbing cock.

He grunted and gasped out. “How do you know I’m a wolf?”

Chelsea didn’t answer. She was in charge. She wanted his mind and body. His mind and body.

This was a very special form of prayer. She slid her tongue back up the underside of his quivering cock and slid his huge cock head into her mouth.

“Jesussssss fucking christttttttt,” he yelled.

“Oh jesusssssssssss h Christttt, that’s ahhhhhhh… fuckkkkkkk,” he yelled as he grabbed her hair and impaled her mouth on his monstrous cock.

He felt his balls tighten. The hot sperm inside them boiled with demonic lust. Never before had he felt such lust and power well up inside him. He managed to get half his bulbous cock into the bitch’s hot little mouth and began fucking it violently.

Suddenly, just as the good Reverend was about to drive it down her fucking throat, she broke from his grasp and he cursed.

“For the love of Christ,” he yelled.

“You want to know why your a wolf?” she panted, excited at how desperate the Reverend wanted her.

He stared at her, a look of brutal demonic lust on his face. Her little hand played with his cock but was a poor substitute for her greedy little mouth.

“I’ll tell you, Reverend. The way you looked at me. The size of your cock and the way you mounted me,” she said casually.

“The look in your face as you fucked me. The same look I see now,” she hissed.

“Jesusssss yeahhhhhhhhhhh,” he groaned as she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked half of it inside. He was ravenous with greed for her mouth and thrust more of his organ into her and began to fuck her mouth with long brutal strokes.

Cindy slid to the floor of the hallway, her body shaking with another orgasm, her fingers sliding quickly in and out of her tight little cunt and rubbing her swollen clit. She moaned as quietly as she could and then she heard her father speak in a loud crazed tone.

“Why did you say……why did you say that to me… when I was cumming inside you?”

He realized immediately he had made a mistake and was angry with himself for being so stupid. Though he had his hands on her head as he fucked her mouth, she managed to force her head upwards.

She grinned at him, licking her lips and tasting him on them. A long bead of saliva and sperm hung down from her wanton mouth.

“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law?” she asked.

“Yes,” he grunted.

“You came very hard when I said that.”

“Your voice seemed different.”

She looked seriously at him. “He was speaking to you through me.”

There was a long silence and Cindy felt a cold shiver run up her spine.

“And you answered by driving your big cock into my 14 year old pussy and filling my belly with your delicious cum.” She giggled at him as it suddenly dawned on him what she meant.

The Reverend groaned.

“My God, you’re a Satanist.”

Outside in the hall, Cindy’s heart skipped a beat as she peered into the room just in time to see Chelsea swallow her father’s cock to the hilt.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he yelled as he lifted his ass off the bed, ramming his cock into the young girl’s mouth.

“Oh shit, suck my cock you devil worshiping little bitch.”

Cindy’s cunt was aflame with lust but her mind fought with the horrible idea of her best friend being a follower of Satan.

Chelsea lifted her mouth off the Vicars cock.

“Fuck me in the ass in the name of Satan,” she yelled at him.

Chelsea got on all fours on the bed with her ass pointing up at the Reverend.

The Reverend groaned and quickly positioned himself behind Chelsea.

“Fuck yeahhhhh,” he shouted. “Fuck yeahhh.”

Unable to stop herself, Cindy began to scream. “No daddyyyyyyy. Please don’t.”

Cindy slid into the room, her back hard against the wall. Her father looked at her and Cindy was shocked to see his facial expression change very little from the one she had seen minutes earlier. Chelsea had an evil grin on her face.

“What took you so long?” she giggled.

For a brief moment, no one moved or said anything. Cindy looked from the evil grin on her friends face to her fathers lust covered one.

“You’ve been watching us haven’t you?” asked Chelsea.

Cindy said nothing. Her chest heaved with emotion, her eyes moving quickly from father to friend and back. Her heart pounded in her chest. Somewhere in the back of her brain, she heard a voice telling her to be brave.

“Haven’t you?” yelled Chelsea.

Cindy jumped with fright. She swallowed hard. She felt threatened. Silently she began to pray for strength.

Lord Jesus, please help me. Sweet Jesus, please help me.

“Answer me Cindy,” cried Chelsea.

“Yes I have,” yelled Cindy, trying not to show fear. “I saw everything and I heard everything too.”

Thou I walk through the valley of darkness, I shall fear no evil.

“Oh my God,” groaned the Reverend, feeling his heart drop to his stomach. He felt ashamed.

Cindy hesitated as she waited for her father to say something else. She could feel the presence of evil. A voice inside her head told her to look at her father’s manhood. Cindy knew whose voice it was. She fought with all her might against it.

Help me Jesus.

Another voice spoke to her inside her head.

I am with you my child. You must resist temptation. The devil is in this room. But I am with you also.

1John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

“You disgust me,” Cindy yelled at Chelsea in her best moralistic tone.

Chelsea got off the bed and grabbed Cindy before she could react. With one arm around Cindy’s waist holding her tightly against her own body, Chelsea slid her other hand up under Cindy’s dress and touched her panty covered womanhood. Chelsea laughed loudly as Cindy dragged herself away.

Rom 10:9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

“She’s wet. She enjoyed watching us. She enjoyed watching us fornicate,” said Chelsea to a startled Reverend Johnson.

Cindy watched in shame and horror as her friend held her fingers up under her father’s nose.

“Smell your darling little daughter’s womanhood.”

The Reverend stared dumbly at the fingers glistening with his daughter’s nectar. He inhaled the perfume of her womanhood and his manhood swelled violently as he smelled his daughter’s womanhood for the first time. His mind raced in a dozen different paths. His manhood began to throb with naked lust.

The Reverend could hear voices in his head… voices, which battled with each other. He could hear the familiar voice of Satan. It was a voice he had come to know well and one he feared.

Do what thou wilt.

Over and over again he heard Lucifer tempting him.

You are a God! Do what thou wilt!

Then the Reverend heard another voice. It was a voice he had not heard for a while, because it made him uncomfortable. It was the voice of Jesus.

He froze. For many years he headed a charity to raise funds to feed the hungry in many third world countries. Over recent years he began to divert some of the money into private business deals. He told himself he was merely investing the money for future use by the charity. But as his investments grew he hadn’t diverted the money back. He had profited by misusing funds raised to feed hungry people. Now Jesus was speaking to him…to his conscience.

Every year 15 million children die of hunger!

The Reverend felt like his head would explode. Beside him, Chelsea smiled and shoved the nectar-covered fingers against his mouth.

You have waited for this chance! Take it!!

He knew what Satan meant. The Reverend Johnson had become addicted to pornography. It seemed to start around the same time he began to divert charity funds. It was also around the time he began to think of his daughter sexually.

He had very quickly become engrossed in the most depraved hard-core pornography. While he regularly preached on the dangers of pornography, he himself, was becoming addicted to increasingly depraved porn. He had built an ever-increasing library of books, video’s and pictures collected on the internet.

Porn is perhaps the Devil’s most potent weapon against Christianity and like many other addicts, the Reverend Johnson sought out more depraved porn to feed his addiction. This included bestiality, pictures of pregnant women and incest.

It was this last depravity that had led the Reverend to think of his daughter sexually. He began to see not only her in a sexual manner, but other young girls as well. Although he had not yet collected child porn his lust for young girls made it more probable he would soon do so. He routinely fed his sinful urges at an erotic story site reading many incestuous and pedophilic stories.

Now for the first time in his life he felt afraid and confused. He had felt the presence of Lucifer before but never this close. It dawned on him that his soul was being fought over.

Chelsea smiled and shoved the juice-covered fingers against his mouth. Cindy gasped and felt her heart stop as she waited to see what her father would do. After a brief hesitation, the Reverend opened his mouth and tasted his 13-year old daughter.

Cindy put her hand to her own mouth in shock.

“Daddy,” she cried out in a little girl voice.

Chelsea looked at Cindy, an evil grin on her face. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that frightened Cindy. Cindy averted her eyes and looked at her father. She froze as she heard a voice speak to her inside her head. She knew it was the devil.

Look upon your father’s manhood. See how he lusts for you, child.

Chelsea fought the voice in her head. She felt a powerful temptation rise up in her. She wanted to look down between her father’s legs, but she knew it was wrong.

Look, Chelsea. Look how your father lusts for you. See how you drive him wild. See how he loves you. Do it! Every daughter wants to see her father’s organ…see the organ that made you. Lookkkkk!!

Chelsea fought the urge. In her head she called out to our savior, Jesus Christ.

Be strong my child. Do not commit sin. Let your mind and body be pure. Resist Satan. Save your father.

Cindy fought with all her heart. She could see Chelsea’s arm move back and forth. A silent scream echoed inside Cindy’s head. She knew what Chelsea was doing. She looked into her father’s face and saw a mask of lust that made her whimper. She turned away quickly and looked at the door.

Corinthians 6:18, TLB. “That is why I say to run from sex sin. No other sin affects the body as this one does. When you sin this sin it is against your own body.”

Before Cindy could react, her avenue of escape was closed as Chelsea moved quickly to the door and locked it. She turned with that wicked grin on her face, her back against the door. She threw the key into a corner behind the Reverend.

“Now, how about tasting more of her,” she said giggling.

For a moment that seemed to go on forever, the room was filled with a deafening silence. Cindy stared at her father, her eyes pleading with him, but his face told her one thing.

She was in deep trouble.

She began to question her decision to enter the room. Why had she entered the room? Her father was beyond saving. She felt the enormous sexual atmosphere within the room was wearing her down too. For a brief moment, she felt a feminine pride that her father was now clearly thinking of her in a sexual manner. The shock of this terrible idea made her blush with shame.

The “flesh” and the “world” are under Satan’s influence, so when we sin we have yielded to an attack by Satan in an indirect way.

Be Strong my child. I am with you.

Corinthians 7:1 states, “Having therefore these promises, dearly be-loved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God.”

Before Cindy could react, Chelsea grabbed her and held her tightly. Cindy struggled against her but Chelsea was too strong and as Cindy began to tire the older girl began to touch Cindy’s body.

“Noooooo,” cried Cindy.

“Daddyyyy, make her stop! Make her leave!” she pleaded to her father.

The Reverend merely stared at her with a terrible mask of lust upon his face. Chelsea managed to pull up Cindy’s skirt and stood aside to brazenly display poor Cindy’s panty covered womanhood.

The Reverend Johnson stared at his daughter’s nakedness and he felt his flesh throb with great lust.

Do it! Doooooooo itttttttt!

You know you want to. You have waited along time for this. Here is your chance.

Yessss. Incesssssst is bessssssssttt.

Everybody is doing it.

Join the club.

You’ll love it.

The Reverend felt his body ache with lust. He thought about taking his daughter. Yes, everybody was doing it. Why shouldn’t he have some fun too?

“Sweet, ehhhhh,” said Chelsea to the Reverend.

He licked his lips at the sight. He stared down between his daughter’s young thighs at her panty-covered womanhood. He could clearly see the large wet patch over her mound and for the first time he saw the glistening wetness on her inner thighs. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

His daughter watched his face and shivered from a mixture of shock and to her shame, excitement. As much a reaction to her own shame as to his lust, she cried out.

“Daddy, don’t listen to her. She worships Satan!!”

Chelsea laughed. “Your no angel Cindy. You wanted this to happen,” she said pointing her finger at Cindy who stared with her mouth open in shock.

“Ever since I told you about my father seducing me, you keep asking me questions about what it’s like.”

Cindy was stunned. She looked at her father.

“Don’t listen to her daddy, she’s lying,” Cindy cried.

The Reverent Jackson stared hard at both girls. He tried to digest what Chelsea had said, his mind registering moral shock but calculating and hoping it was true almost instantaneously.

You have sinned against my children. Your greed has taken food from their mouths and sent them to me before their time.

Now you wish to feed on your own flesh and blood.

Repent your sins. Save this child.

“My God, Bill seduced you?” he heard himself ask.

His cock throbbed violently in the air, and Cindy turned her head away and caught sight of the crucifix on the wall.

“Ohh daddy, she’s lying. Please… She’s lying,” cried Cindy tearing her eyes from the crucifix and staring pleadingly into her father’s face.

The ruler of this world is coming, and he has nothing in Me” (John 14:30).

“You know me! You know my father! You know I’m telling the truth!” said Chelsea coldly.

Both young girls watched the Reverend Johnson’s face intently. He was at the last crossroads, the last door that would close behind him forever if he walked through it. Deep in the recesses of his mind he heard a voice pleading with him to stop. Begging him to send Chelsea away and talk to his child. Despite the fact that he always had demons inside him, social and religious conditioning was still at play inside his head trying to make him turn back.

The Reverend looked at his daughter. He was lost. He ached for her body, but he fought against it. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, he could hear a voice pleading with him to stop. As he looked into his daughter’s tearful face, the voice grew louder.

Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.

Chelsea watched the Reverend’s face intently. She saw hesitation. She was going to lose him. She was not going to give up without a fight. He was so close now.

“If you don’t take her, she will tell your wife and your whole career will be destroyed,” Chelsea said in an excited tone.

“You will go to jail for fucking me too. Do you want that?” asked the evil girl, seeing how her words affected him.

Chelsea continued her attack much to Cindy’s horror, for she too could see that a battle was taking place inside her father’s head…a battle for his soul.

“You can have power and wealth, if you want it,” said Chelsea still holding onto Cindy who was tiring of the struggle.

“You’re asking me to rape my own daughter?” he asked almost to himself. The statement brought renewed hope to Cindy that her father would let morality and decency win out. That he would see how horrible and sinful was the deed he contemplated.

“Open your Goddamn eye’s. Everyone in this town is doing it,” said Chelsea. “You want to do it. Do it then! Do it and join the Goddamn club.”

Cindy watched her father in shock. He was listening to Chelsea. Cindy was loosing the battle.

“Ohh daddy, I won’t tell anyone. Please send her away,” cried the helpless Cindy.

“If she doesn’t I will!!” said Chelsea, her face a mask of fierce determination.

He looked at her trying to read her face to see if she was in earnest.

“I’ll do it. I’ll tell them you raped me,” said Chelsea sternly.

“My God, she will tell too,” he groaned as his hand went to touch his manhood.

Chelsea smiled.

“Not if you rape her in the name of Satan and do exactly as I say. You will be one of us and so will she. She’s dying for it and your wife won’t be home for 3 hours. She is being detained by our brothers and sisters on church business. Don’t be afraid, this house is being guarded. No one will come near. Not even the police,” said Chelsea in a commanding voice.

He looked at Chelsea with a surprised look on his face.

“Don’t you God dam understand? This was all planned. This is your test. Are you going to pass or fail?” cried Chelsea angrily.

The Reverend looked at his daughter. His manhood ached for her. Chelsea was right. For years he had wanted to have sex with young girls, especially his daughter. He had to have her. There was no other way. He had to protect himself and the old saying, if you can’t beat them, join them, echoed in his head.

“What the hell!” he grunted and advanced quickly on his daughter.

“Noooo daddy. Please don’t rape me.”

Take her!! Yessss, incest is besttttt.

“Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.” Luke 23:34

Before Cindy could do anything, her father was covering her face with kisses and trying to get his tongue into her mouth. He succeeded.

Do you renounce the evil powers of this world, which corrupt and destroy God’s creation?

Cindy groaned as she felt his body press against hers, his throbbing manhood hot against her belly. While his tongue drove into her mouth his hands tore at her blouse ripping the buttons off and displaying her bra covered breasts.

Rape her!

Rape your daughter!

In the name of Satan, rapeeeeeeee herrrrrr!!

He tore that off too and with no hesitation he bent his head down and sucked one hard pink nipple into his mouth.

Do you believe in the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth?

You’re so close. You’re a God. Do as thou wilt. Join usssssssss, for we are millions!

Cindy was too tired to fight and she let out a gasp of pleasure, which made her ashamed.

Do you believe in Jesus Christ, the Eternal Word?

Cindy felt her father begin to shift his body as if to lift her off her feet. She knew he was trying to get her to the bed…where she knew he would rape her in Satan’s name.

Get her on the bed and take her!! “Exploit and consume” shall be your motto.

Cindy felt herself being pulled towards the bed. She reached behind her and grabbed at the dressing table. Her hand closed on the handle of her fathers open brief case and she pulled it off the dresser as her father pulled her toward the bed.

He quickly picked up her small body and carried her to the bed where he laid her out. The brief case now lay open on the bed with its contents scattered all over it.

Forget the hungry!!

Your hunger for your daughter’s body is far more important.

Get those panties off herrrrrrrrrr. Look at what your manhood created.

Proverbs 14:31, TLB. “Anyone who oppresses the poor is insulting God who made them. To help the poor is to honor God.”

She felt his fingers pulling at her panties and she tried to stop him. But he slapped her hand away, cursing, and proceeded to drag her panties down her thighs and over her young legs until they lay in a bundle in a corner of the room.

He grunted like an animal as he spread her legs wide and stared between her thighs. He stared down and he was shocked by what he saw. Chelsea saw him hesitate and she looked down between Cindy’s legs.

As her father had pulled her panties down over her legs and turned to throw them away behind him, Cindy moved her hand over the bed and it came to rest on some papers. Desperately wanting to cover her nakedness so her father could not see her, she snatched a small piece of paper and used it to cover her womanhood. Now she saw her father staring at the paper and she noticed his hesitation.

Amos 5:12, TLB. “For many and great are your sins. I know them all so well. You are the enemies of everything good; you take bribes; you refuse justice to the poor.”

Cindy looked up at her father. His face was still contorted with lust. His chest still heaved with passion. She avoided looking between her father’s legs, but she knew he was rampant with lust. However, she saw something in his eyes…some piece of his soul, which still remained alive inside him.

The Reverend Johnson stared down between his 13-year old daughter’s legs. He felt strong sexual and evil powers run through his body especially his manhood, which continued to throb with lust.

By all accounts he should have been on her, raping her. He certainly wanted to force his daughter’s legs apart and commit incestuous sin with her. He could feel pleasure wash over him as he heard the devil goading him on.

But he hesitated.

The newspaper picture his daughter used to cover herself made him hesitate. The picture was of a small child from Ethiopia. The child was starving to death. All around Cindy’s body, pictures of starving children lay all over the bed. Their eyes looked up at him pleadingly. He looked back between his daughter’s legs. Satan began to work hard on his mind.

Are you going to allow this chance to pass? Here lays you’re daughter, ready to rape in my name.

Take her.

Rip that picture of the weak from her and bury yourself inside her.

Chelsea looked at the Reverend. She began to laugh. Her laughter filled the room. Then she suddenly stopped and glared at him.

“What are you waiting for? Rape her!! Are you afraid of a picture? I know how little you care for the poor and hungry. Don’t let these weaklings take away from your pleasure…the greatest pleasure you’ll have in your life. Listen to me! Listen to Satan!”

Cindy saw her father’s hesitation and she realized what had happened. She knew that Jesus had helped her…that he had answered her prayers. She looked up at her father, her chest heaving with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes. She began to open her trembling lips to speak to him.

“I love you daddy. Please don’t hurt me…don’t be evil. Send her away,” she said in a low pleading voice.

He looked down at her and he felt the power of Christ come over him. Unlike his daughter, he knew the full meaning of Chelsea’s words. But instead of persuading him to commit more sin, Chelsea’s words had the opposite effect. He was filled with shame. He had sinned enough and the powerful lust that had threatened to consume his mind and body began to subside.

“My God,” he whispered. “My God, what have I done?” he gasped as tears filled his eyes.

Beside them, Chelsea stood consumed with rage. All her hard work was coming to naught. She had him. He was so close to committing incest with his daughter. Now she could feel the presence of her enemy…the room was filled with Christ’s love and it enraged her.

In a desperate effort, she lunged at Cindy trying to snap the picture away from the young child’s womanhood. Cindy screamed for her father.

The Reverend Johnson hesitated for just a second. He felt anger build up in him and he leapt at Chelsea, pushing her away from his daughter and hard against the wall.

“Leave her alone you evil girl,” he roared.

His anger was directed as much at himself as to the 14-year old girl.

“You’re evil, Chelsea. Your evil personified. How does a 14-year old girl get to be so evil?” he asked…his voice trembling with anger.

“Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you” (James 4:7).

Chelsea shook with rage. She shook herself free from his grasp. She was losing, but she was not beaten yet. Before, she had used Satan’s greatest weapon… lust. Now she would use another of his weapons… fear.

Chelsea glared at the Reverend and Cindy, who had gotten off the bed and was now standing, behind her father. The young girl reached out to her father and held his hand.

“Get her back on that bed and worship Satan, damn you!” yelled Chelsea.

“You’re a sick girl, Chelsea. You ought to get help,” said the Reverend sternly.

He was now aware of his nakedness and he moved to a chair where he grabbed his pants and began to pull them on. Cindy stayed close to her father, basking in the shadow of his moral strength. She knew Jesus was with him now and armed with the grace of God, her father would protect the sanctity of her body and her innocence.

“If you don’t have sex with your daughter, I’ll tell the police you raped me. I told you before. I’ll destroy you. We own this town. If you don’t join us…we’ll destroy you. It’s simple. Now get her back on that bed,” yelled Chelsea.

Cindy felt her heart fall into her stomach. She could see her father’s shoulders slump. She squeezed his hand.

Chelsea could see him weaken. She smelt blood and she moved in for the kill.

“There’s also the charity. I’m sure people would be shocked to hear about that,” she smirked at him.

Cindy glared at Chelsea. “Everything you say is all lies,” she said, defending her father.

Chelsea smiled wickedly.

“I am telling the truth Cindy. Ask your daddy about all the money he has stolen from these sub humans,” she said, bending down to pick up a picture and slowly crumpling it in her hand. She threw it at the Reverend who stared down at the floor.

Cindy looked at her father. He seemed ashamed and totally lost.

For what seemed like ages there was silence in the room. The Reverend stood staring at the floor. He was at the cross roads now. He could sell his soul to Satan or go to jail. Possibly both. Inside his head, he heard a voice getting louder and louder until it was blaring in his skull. He felt his daughter’s warm hand grasp his and he gave into the voice.

FUCK HERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

In the Name of Satan

Fuckkkkk Herrrrrrrrrr!!!

Chelsea saw his prick throb back to life and she gave thanks to her master. She had won.

“Rape her, Reverend. Rape her good so she likes it,” said Chelsea.

“Noooooooooo,” cried Cindy as her father pulled her to him.

“NO daddy, please don’t. God noooooo.”

He quickly picked up her small body ignoring her cries and carried her to the bed where he laid her out. He grunted like an animal as he spread her legs wide and stared at his daughter’s wet, hot and very juicy pussy. With another groan of animal need, he ducked his head down between her spread thighs and began to lick madly at her juicy young cunt.

Cindy, despite her shame and horror at what her father was doing, felt her body begin to react with pleasure. Her young hips began to twitch and move in small little circles and when she felt his tongue enter her, she screamed out. She instinctively raised her well shaped little ass off the bed as her pussy went in search of more of her father’s tongue. Her hips soon began a lewd fucking motion all of their own. As her father feasted on her cunt, she felt a mouth close around the nipple of her right breast. She opened her eyes to see Chelsea sucking on it greedily. Her eyes met those of the wicked girl and something passed between them. Cindy grunted as her father’s tongue fucked her. She felt Chelsea shift her body and before she knew it, she was receiving the wicked girl’s tongue into her mouth. Cindy felt herself give way to the sea of pleasure that now engulfed her. Within seconds her own tongue began to play with that of Chelsea’s as her friend pulled hard on her erect nipples.

“What’s it like to have your daddy eat you?” asked Chelsea as the room filled with the sound of slurping and moaning and grunting. “Now you’re part of the club, you’ll have to tell all our friends at school, including Amy Andrews. Her father, the principal, is dying to fuck you,” said Chelsea triumphantly.

Cindy moaned as she felt her body ache with lust. Her hips shot off the bed and her hands pulled her father’s face against her pussy as another orgasm shook her little body from head to toe. “Jesussssssssssss,” she screamed. Juices flowed from her hot cunt onto her father’s lips and face, as he greedily lapped up every drop he could.

Chelsea watched intently, her own pussy burning with desire around three of her own fingers. Cindy’s body shook a few more times and then lay still as her father continued his greedy lapping. When he had licked her clean of pussy juice, he stared up at his daughter’s heaving chest and caught Chelsea’s eye. She smiled her evil seductive grin for a moment. Then she leaned forward slightly and hissed at him.

“Fuckkkkk herrr !! Fuckkkkk herrrrrr !! Fuck her in the name of Lucifer !”

“Fuck yeahhh….Oh Jesusssss yeahhhh,” he groaned. Without hesitation he crawled up over his beautiful daughter and he groaned again with animalistic lust as he felt a demonic power within him. He looked down at the body of his 13-year-old daughter and he felt alive for the first time in his life. The terrible depravity he was about to commit made him giddy with satanic delight. He grunted as he directed his enormous cock head at her cunt and pushed the bloated purple head between the soft wet petals of his child’s cunt. Both father and daughter groaned as he pushed gently and Cindy’s cunt lips stretched out around the invading cock head of her own father.

“Jesusss fuckinggg Christttttttt,” he yelled. Chelsea giggled. She had succeeded. She had seduced the Vicar and got him to fuck his own daughter. She would be blessed by Satan and her power and prestige would grow within the coven.

“Stop,” she said quickly. “Don’t thrust into her yet.”

The Reverend held himself up on both hands, his back arched ready to thrust into his little girl. He wanted to so bad, but he looked at Chelsea and knew he had to obey her. Chelsea got off the bed quickly and went to the wall and to the bedside table. Returning quickly to the bed, she saw the anguish in the Vicar’s face as he held himself in position with his cock head engulfed by his daughter’s pussy. Chelsea was proud of her control over him despite his depraved hunger. He had slid a little more of his throbbing cock into his daughter but waited for the command to thrust into his child’s tight little cunt to the hilt.

“Repeat after me. I renounce Christ as my master and I reject his teachings as false and fit only for the weak and feeble.”

Cindy gasped as she heard her father repeat the evil words without hesitation. She felt his cock grow even bigger and stretch her cunt a little more. She also felt more of it slide inside her. She groaned as her cunt squeezed down on her father’s massive organ.

“I worship Satan from this day forth and will do all in my power to promote his power and glory on earth as it is in hell,” said Chelsea waiting for the reverend to grunt his way through it. He repeated the words, his body aching with demonic lust. His cock throbbed so badly to engulf itself fully inside his 13-year-old daughter’s pussy. He summoned up all his strength not to bury his cock deep inside her. Chelsea could see he was using tremendous restraint and she was filled with pride at how she manipulated him.

But She had one more sacrilegious act to perform. Placing the crucifix on one side of Cindy’s head and the family bible on the other, she sat down cradling Cindy’s head between her open thighs. She held up the crucifix slightly and ordered the reverend to spit on it.

“Repeat after me. As a symbol of my devotion to Satan, and my renunciation of Christ, I hereby fuck my daughter,” she said seriously.

“Nooooooo daddy,” cried Cindy. But her father repeated the words with great eagerness, staring down at her with such a ferocious demonic look of lust in his face that he resembled a stranger to her. She felt his two hands grip her young hips tightly, and then he spat on the crucifix and on the bible with no hesitation or shame.

“Hail Satan,” he roared out and gave a huge violent trust of his hips sending his cock deep into his young daughter’s belly, only stopping when his large cum laden testicals squashed against her ass.

“Aggggggggg Shittttttt. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ugghhhhhhhh fuckkkkk,” he groaned as he felt his cock head slide up into her womb, her cunt clasping itself tightly around his organ.

“That’s it. Fuck her for Satan’s sake,” yelled Chelsea who was filled with lust at the depraved sight. Cindy screamed out as another orgasm engulfed her and her legs swung over her father’s back and locked themselves at the ankles. Her body rose up on the bed and she meshed it tightly against her father’s, letting the orgasm flow through her body.

“She likes it, Reverend. She likes getting fucked by her daddy,” said Chelsea triumphantly.

“Ugggghghhhhh ahhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk yeahhhhhhhh,” he groaned out.

“Tell him. Tell him Cindy,” she shouted, grabbing hold of the pastors aching balls and squeezing gently. “Tell him Cindyyyy!!”

“Yes,” whimpered Cindy. “Yessssssssss.” Something inside the little girl snapped. Perhaps it was the feel of her father’s massive organ buried deep inside her belly, throbbing and vibrating its heat throughout her insides, that made her snap. Whatever it was, she began to cry out in delirium. “Fuckkkk meeeee daddyyyyyy. Yes fuckkkk meee. Fuck your little girl,” she whimpered.

The Reverend was grunting like an animal as he began to pound her ass into the bed with long quick strokes of his cock. The bed shook with the force of the fucking he was giving her. He tried to keep raping her but he felt his aching balls begin to tighten. When his young daughter began to thrust back at him with equal gusto, he began to fuck her with even more brutal power. Chelsea let go of his balls and reached for the crucifix.

“You feel the power, so much powerrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” Chelsea cried out thrusting her fingers quickly into her own juicy cunt. The Reverend indeed felt more powerful than ever before in his life. He felt like a god. The wickedness of it all, the fact that he was fucking his own flesh and blood made him delirious with pleasure.

“It’s him,” shouted Chelsea. “Lucifer is fucking your daughter. Feel him inside you,” she yelled holding the crucifix up to Reverend Johnson’s mouth. The Reverend spat on it and he did the same to the bible she held up to him. In fact the Reverend was so into his new found religion and had such disdain for his old one that he took great delight in spitting continually on the crucified body of Christ and the holy bible. Every time he penetrated his little girl to the hilt with his cock, he cursed and spat on the holy symbols. Chelsea was estatic.

“What do we want to do to Christ?” she asked excitedly. The Reverend never skipped a beat.

“Crucify him. Crucify the fuckerrr. Ughhhhhh shitttttt. Fuckkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Cindy held onto her father for dear life, her ankles locked securely on his back, as he fucked her with brutal strokes of his prick. She felt some shame but it was fast receding into the deepest recesses of her mind and was being replaced by what seemed to her like unimaginable pleasure. She heard her father’s evil blasphemy but by this time she didn’t care about the crucified Christ. She only cared about the stunning pleasure her father’s pounding cock was giving her.

“Spit on the crucifix!!” shouted Chelsea as she fucked herself with her fingers.

Cindy was too busy fucking up at her father to pay any heed to Chelsea. She was very close to orgasm now and she concentrated on reaching that peek. She gazed up at her daddy in total adoration. She was no longer disgusted by the evil mask of greedy lust on her father’s face as he fucked her and spat on the bible. In fact, quite the opposite. Little Cindy was excited by it. She was finding out what many little girls fucked by their daddy had found out. That mad look of depraved lust was Lucifer’s way of paying homage to her as a female. She felt a surge of pride flow through her at the demonic homage her father now paid her by disowning his former God. Suddenly, her head was being forced to turn to one side. Chelsea was holding the crucifix up to her mouth. After some hesitation Cindy began to lick the crucified body of Christ. Chelsea yelled out in disgust.

“You want Christ to fuck you? You little bitch. Well he won’t because he’s a loser. Not like Satan. He’s fucking you now bitch!!” spat Chelsea in contempt.

Cindy looked up into her father’s face and saw the evil sneer that contorted it. She knew she was looking into the face of the devil and he wanted her. She always believed in his existence and now she knew Satan was indeed fucking her.

“Satan,” she gasped. “Oh Satannnn.”

“Oh shittttttt,” yelled her father. I’m cumming. Fuckkkkk I’m cumming.”

“Spitttt!!” yelled Chelsea, feeling her own orgasm close at hand.

Cindy’s little body shook with the pounding her father was giving her and the force of her own orgasm. She felt her father’s cock swell even bigger and throb unmercifully as it pistoned in and out of her well stretched little cunt. Cindy realized she could never give up such pleasure. She had crossed over and she could never go back. Her father would fuck her again. There was no stopping him. She could see from his face. She would let him. There was no need of Christian morality anymore. She saw her father’s mouth open to yell out another obscenity as he reached orgasm. As her own body tensed and her hips flew up at her father she turned her head and spat at the crucifix. And spat again. And continued to spit on it as she heard her father yell out in a deep demonic cry as he watched her worship Satan.

His hands squeezed hard on her hips as he prepared to thrust deeply into her one last time. Beside her, Chelsea screamed out her own orgasm as she held the family bible up to Cindy, who promptly spat at it too. As she did, she felt her father thrust into her, wedging his large bloated testicles against her little juice-covered asshole. When she felt the long powerful gushes of incestuous sperm shoot from her father’s cock into her womb, she cried out as her orgasm shot through her body. As her father’s sperm continued to spew out of him like a geyser filling her womb, she came again. Her body shook, her head bent back, her eyes closed. She screamed. Her father grunted as he felt his child’s juices bath his spasming cock and eventually his balls. He continued to pour a gallon of his sperm into Cindy until it seeped out of her pussy and covered his balls and trickled down over her little asshole. After a few more strokes of his cock, both father and daughter lay still, joined together in abomination. The heavy breathing of all three participants in this depravity filled the room.

Chelsea was the first to begin to recover. She rolled beside them and kissed them both.

“You must come over to my place tomorrow evening. Mom’s away visiting my aunt. We are having a very special dinner,” she said smiling at them. She then took the crucifix and the bible and spat on them.

The End