THE ORPHANAGE

Feature writer: Arlin
Feature title: The Orphanage
Uploaded: ASSTR 2008
Story codes: Historical, pedo, extreme violence, anal, toddlers, M+g+, F+g, Mb, Fb, some scat, death, cannibalism dismemberment, crucifixion, extremely sacrilegious, satanic worship.

WARNING: If stories of children being raped and abused by nuns and priest in an orphanage run by devil worshipers offends you read no further. This is a dark tale that is anti Catholic by it nature. If the word nigger offends you hit the delete key now. If you want to see what would happen if Satan ran an orphanage read on in this work of fiction. Never do any thing written here with a minor. If you do you will end up having lunch with the Prince of Darkness.

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The Orphanage – Personal Journal of Father Michael Started in the year of Our Lord 1922 A.D.

 

Date: January 22nd 1922

Today is my fist day at the orphanage. I have been given the task of setting matters right here by the Holly Father Himself Pope Benedict XV. It is a sad day as I have just heard on the radio that his Holiness has died suddenly from pneumonia. What shall I do with out his Divine guidance? What shall I do with all of these poor children? I am to meet with Mother Superior after Vespers. She will bring me a book with photos of all the eligible girls. I am to chose one from among them to keep this damned convent with Satan. I have a heavy heart and can only pray to the Virgin Mary that she may guide my hand in this matter.

 

Date: January 23rd 1922

Today is Thursday. My meeting with Mother Superior was troubling to say the least. She insisted that I chouse one of the children to be given over. Mary Margaret tells me that there are vast forces that I cannot comprehend. She has shown me the Book of Ages and the filth on those ancient pages sickened my heart and soul.

How I a simple parish priest could have been drawn into such high intrigue is beyond my understanding. I feel that I must set down what has transpired thus far in the event of my untimely passing. That the Holly Father Himself could have been taken from us so easily fills my heart with dread.

Mary Margret told me that Pope Benedict’s death was not from the stated cause of pneumonia but rather an attack by the Knights of Glyn that protect the Book of Ages. If I do not act and chouse a child from this brothel of sin, all hell will truly brake loose.

Let me start then with the poor children of the damned. There are over three hundred boys and girls here at Our Lady of Sorrows. They come from the four corners of the globe. Wherever the Holy Church has taken root, there are the children from the unholy matrimony. Jesus is the son of God and is without sin, more is the pity that those that assume his role are not.

It is to Our Lady of Sorrows that they are sent these damned children offspring of Nuns and Priest. Not all of the fathers were in the church. I do not know which disturbs me more that the Nuns lay with commoners or with my brethren of the cloth. Not all of the children’s mothers were Nuns. It seems that my brethren tend to wander as the sheep our Savior and Lord Jesus often spoke of.

Why the blood of Priest or Nuns flowing through the veins of these children should matter is beyond my comprehension. If there is a Heaven above then surely it follows that there is a Hell below. If you believe in the Father Son and Holy Ghost, then must you not also believe in the Lucifer and his host of demons?

We must travel back in time to the dark ages. 666 AD in the Abby of Saint Johns in the north of what is now France there rose a Priest that claimed to be the living descendant of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

He called himself Dejesus Christos. He was reported to have the power to raise the dead and heal the lame. He turned water into wine. He walked on water and feed 4000 souls with just two fishes and a loaf of stale bread.

He gathered an army of peasants to his side when he was excommunicated by the Vatican on Easter Sunday.666 A.D. He had by his side a mighty tome that he named the Book of Ages. He claimed it to be a new testament of Jesus that damned the Catholic Church for the heresy they had made of his words and deeds.

The army swept through France and was headed for Italy and the Holy City itself when his army was trapped in a high pass over the Alps. The Knights Templar fell upon the rabble and slew them to the very last one. They spared no one not even the young children. It was rumored that the women and young girls were raped and thrown down off the high pass alive to the rocks below.

There was no trace of Dejesus Christos to be found. His crazed followers’ claimed that he ascended a firry stairway to the heavens. He told them that he would return to lead the poor against the rich and ungodly Priest that defiled Christ’s Holly words.

This filthy vile book was all that he left behind. It has been in the hands of the Knights of Glyn ever since. It was not the intervention of God that delivered the peasant army into the hands of the outnumbered Templar. It was the Prince of Darkness himself that came to Father Dominique the leader of the Templar.

Satan offered victory for a price. It is a horrid price that has damned over 1,256 young girls born of the flesh of the church to an eternity of rape and suffering untold and unknowable to humans. A young girl under the age of eleven must be give to Satan willingly on the anniversary of the conception of Jesus Christ. Every year the Knights of Glyn have handed over such a child.

They formed secret societies to conceive such children and intuitions to raise them to accept a willing joining with the devil. Our Lady of Sorrows is the latest such home. Satan did not want a virgin far from it he demanded a child that was schooled in the art of sexual depravity. Her soul should be stained with all of the seven deadly sins.

The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, are a classification of vices that were originally used in early Christian teachings to educate and instruct followers concerning fallen man’s tendency to sin. The Roman Catholic Church divided sin into two principal categories: “venial”, which are relatively minor, and could be forgiven through any sacrament of the Church, and the more severe “capital” or “mortal” sins, which, when committed, destroyed the life of grace, and created the threat of eternal damnation unless either absolved through the sacrament of confession, or otherwise forgiven through perfect contrition on the part of the penitent.

Beginning in the early 14th century, the popularity of the seven deadly sins as a theme among European artists of the time eventually helped to ingrain them in many areas of Christian culture and Christian consciousness in general throughout the world. Listed in the same order used by both Pope Gregory the Great in the 6th Century AD, and later by Dante Alighieri in his epic poem The Divine Comedy, the seven deadly sins are as follows: Luxuria (extravagance, later lust), Gula (gluttony), Avaritia (greed), Acedia (sloth), Ira (wrath), Invidia (envy), and Superbia (pride).

All of these sins were encouraged in the girls. The poor boys were the toys of the little hellcats. Each of the girls had to have broken the Ten Commandments by the age of 10

I am the Lord your God – Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Each of the little girls had to choose one of the devils to be her god by the age of six. Thou shalt not make for yourself an idol. After the girl had chosen a false god, she had to make an idol of it with her own hands. Thou shalt not make wrongful use of the name of your God. The children were taught to swear and take the lord’s name in vain as soon as they could talk.

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy. Sunday was the day the high orgies were preformed and the killings. Honor Thy Mother and Father. Either the child’s mother or father was brought to the hall on her ninth birthday. She then sold the parent into sexual slavery for a year. Thou shalt not murder. On the Sunday nearest the girl’s tenth birthday she strangled her husband on a black alter. Thou shalt not commit adultery.

At the age of seven, the girls were married to one of the unfortunate boys. She had sex with him and then all of the older boys in her hall. Thou shalt not steal. Theft was a way of life for the girls. If they wanted anything, they just took it. Thou shalt not bear false witness. Lying was an art from here. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s house. The girls took this one latterly as they had sex with the other married girls almost nightly.

I hope dear reader that you can see what a wicked place I have fallen into.

 

Date: January 23rd 1922

I was awakened last night at the stroke of midnight by three fearsome men dressed in ancient armor splattered with the blood of innocent children (I was later to learn). The roughens striped me of my nightclothes and bore me nude into the great hall. There were all the children gathered on each side of the long dark hall. The boys were nude and bound to post on the right side of the hall. The girls were dressed in what ever struck their evil fancy. A few were nude. Some were dressed as streetwalkers all painted and wearing erotic clothing that was more sinful than nudity itself. Some of the girls were painted from head to toe in garish, gaudy images.

The nuns of the order were wearing black robes that were open in the front exposing their sex to all that would look upon them. Several of the women had a young boy kneeling at their front performing vile sex acts for all to see.

What filled my heart with fear and dread was the thing that stood bound in a sphere of darkness hovering over a black altar. A great red horned devil stood ten feet tall. His inky black wings were spread out as he mocked the crucifixion of our Lord Jesus Christ. His flesh was a molten red shiny and slick. He had a long forked tail that whipped around and cracked like the shot of a rifle. His mouth was filled with long sharp fangs that dripped a yellow-green acid that ate away at the stone floor. He was nude. His huge penis was erect and twisted with a mind of its own.

The fiend saw me and laughed out his disdain for a man of the cloth. His voice cut through the air like shattering glass. The rafters of the large stone building shook with his words.

“Priest welcome to my party. Are you the one that will break the convent? I hope that you are. I have waited over 12 hundred years for the deal to be broken. Ye do not want any of these sweet children to taste this cock now do you Michael?”

The demon taunted me as he took one of the nuns that was near him and thrust his impossibly large organ in her body. The poor woman screamed as the head of the pecker came out her mouth. Red blood washed out of her mouth and from her vagina. Three of the young girls near the alter fell upon the nun and drank her blood as they tore at her flesh with wicked curved knives. The nun begged for mercy but was given only death.

Mary Margaret was by my side. She was nude and smelled of booze and sex.

“Mind what you say Father. Ye must pick one of the twenty-five ten-year-olds at the end of the line. It does not matter which one you pick they are all damned to eternal hell. If you do not that gate will be opened and the dogs of hell will be set free to ruin the earth and bring on the reign of Satan.”

The woman said as she drug me down the row of child sluts that were calling out to me. They were doing unspeakable sex acts and saying the most vulgar things to me.

“How will I know which one to choose?” I asked the fallen nun.

“OH you will know! Just follow your cock. It will lead you to the one.” She said with an evil laugh.

We were before the twenty five children that the choice was to be made from. I looked at each one hoping to find some goodness or a spark of decency left in the child’s soul. They all looked like whores from Sodom or Gomorrah.

Near the end of the line was a fat child that was having sex with a goat. She laughed at my shock and stuck her hand up her bottom and came out with a lump of her feces. She threw it at me striking me in the face.

The smell of her excrement hit me like a bolt of lighting. It was primal and viral. I found my privets becoming erect. I said ten Hail Mary’s and twenty Our Fathers but the lust would no leave me. I grabbed the child by her dirty long hair and tossed her to Satan.

“Here you vile fallen fiend. Take this damned soul and leave this world for another year!” I yelled as the child ran to the arms of the Prince of Darkness.

The child sensed my unease. She touched my face and whispered in my ear.

“It is OK Father. Your body is just doing what the Lord intended it to do. I have felt many a man’s rod. I do not mind you are a good and Godly man.” She said as she moved and I felt the head of my privet touch her Eve’s-well. “Just touch me and I will have the courage to tell you all that I have done. I am an evil horrid child far from the grace of God.” She said as she took my hands and placed on one on her tender breast and the other over the wetness of her well.

She moaned at my touch and kissed my ear.

“That is much better Father. I am so relaxed and at ease I can confess all of my sins.” She said as somehow she had her legs wrapped around mind and was facing me.

She had her head on my shoulder and was whispering her confession in my ear. Her voice carried me back to her youth. Her hands guided my body into hers. I did not know that I was deep inside of her until she finished her long sorted confession. Her voice was so soft and sweet that I was taken back and saw her life through her eyes. It was the most spiritual event that I had ever encountered. What follows are the child’s words. I am breaking laws of the church by putting her confession on paper but the needs of mankind must come before the needs of this child. May God have mercy on us all.

Lolita’s confession:

“Father forgive me for I have sinned.”

“How long has it been since your last confession my child?”

“I have never been to confession Father, it was not allowed.”

“Have you been baptized in the blood of the Lamb, our Savior Jesus Christ?”

“No, Father I was baptized in the blood of the first baby I slew in Satan’s name.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You have taken a life?”

“No, Father I have taken many lives. I swear I do not know how many as I have been told I killed my first baby when I was two years old. The last one was poor Peter. I cut his throat as he chased me inside this room.”

“Then it was self-defense as he was going to kill you?”

“I guess that you could say it was, however he is a dead as that baby eight years ago. Father this will go quicker if you hold you questions until I am finished. Just let the head slip in me.”

“Yes, Lolita you are right. Reveal your sins to me my child.”

“My real name was not Lolita, it was or is Mary Roberts. I was born in a convent in France. My mother was a nun by the name of Mary Margaret, yes the same woman that is Mother Superior here. My father was Father Roberts. He is a Knight of Glyn. I have been told that it was he that took my virginity thirteen hours after I was born at midnight. It was more ceremonial than sexual as my vagina was too small for his cock. He used his finger and then rubbed his cock over my bloody opening. The real sex started when I turned one.

“You see that I am thin while most of the other girls here are fat. They are indulging in the sin of gluttony by over eating. The food I crave and eat each day is man milk. I suck the seed of any cock I can get in my mouth. I hunger for the taste of the thick white cream. I force myself to eat something, as I often can not get enough cum from the boys and men here. My father fed me three times a day in my mouth and at least once in my bottom or cunt.

“I would hide under the pulpit and blow him while he gave a sermon on chastity. I would climb under his black robes and suck him off. If he was angry at me, he would make me drink his urine. It was alright with me as I had learned to love the taste of his piss, mother’s also. She let me clean her when her moon time came. I would lick the blood

from her womb and she would tell me it was the Mary. I had my first period three weeks ago, ovulating and ripe to conceive my first child.

“I do not remember much about the first five… I know that it was filled with sex and violence. If one of the other children had something that I wanted, I would just go and take it from them. I remember the boat trip over to the states. It was in April of 1915 just as the World War had gotten bad in France. I had just turned three-years-old. The Sisters of Sorrow moved the entire orphanage here to keep it from falling into the hands of the German Templars. You do know that is what the entire war was over don’t you?

“I got to meet a young man by the name of Winston Churchill. He was some kind of reporter. His cum tasted very good. I even let him do me in the ass, but he had to cum in my mouth. There was no sense in wasting good man milk now was there? Mother says that he will go on to do great things. His cock already has in my book.

“The ship we were on was the SS Lusitania. We had crossed the English Channel on a Belgian ferry and then took a train to Liverpool. We left England on the Seventh of March 1915. It was the last successful voyage from England of the doomed ship. She would be sunk by the German U-boat U-20 under the command of Kapitänleutnant Walther Schwieger. Kapitänleutnant Walther Schwieger was a Templar Knight. He had been stocking the Lusitania on our trip over but he had engine trouble and fell off the chase. It is hard for a diesel engine to run when someone dumps bleach in its oil pan. Quick intervention by one of Satan’s minions save us. Oh, you are all the way in now. Just move your hips like this.

“The German took out his revenge on the hapless ship as it sailed off the waters of Ireland. He found a huge four-stacker in its sights just south of Queenstown, Ireland, he was able to kill her with a single torpedo, penetrating the hull just below the waterline. The initial explosion set off a violent secondary blast. The ship sank in 18 minutes, with a lost of 1,195 of the 1,959 on board, including 123 Americans. Captain Turner was washed clear of the bridge as the ship sank, and survived after spending more than three hours in the water.

“The lost of the Lusitania provoked great outrage in the United States and helped create the climate of public opinion that would later allow America to join the war. It also marked the end of any delusions that the “civilized” manners of 19th century warfare could survive into the 20th.

“A privet train was booked for us when we docked in New York City. I remember a Negro porter that I seduced and used the entire trip. I had a privet birth all to myself as mother wanted some time away from me. I was a very spoiled and demanding child. In fact I still am. I called the porter to my room. I was nude and masturbating with a long black dildo. I was laying on my back with my feet tucked behind my head. I had the lips of my pussy spread wide and wet. The tall young buck’s eyes bugged out as he saw a little white child

real blood of the Virgin Mother says that I am years of my life. I just I was spoiled and always fucking herself with a long black cock. He said. “Lord child what you doing? You all going to hurt yourself with dat big old thing.”

“Leroy why don’t you come in and shut the door. I bet your big cock would fit my tiny pussy better. I want you in my pussy now! If you don’t fuck me, I will scream and say that you tried to rape me. You can fuck me or I can fuck you. They hang niggers rape little white children.” I said as I pulled the long hard rubber cock out of my cunt and opened my arms for the man. He took off his pants and pulled out his long black penis. His balls were large and full of hot cum for me. I know that cum does not come from the balls but rather the prostrate, but what the fuck it sounds good. He knelt at my legs and put his mouth over my wet Eve’s Well. His dark pink tongue lapped my sticky girl juices from the tiny folds of my babyish pussy. I ordered him to nip my little clitoris.

“I ran my small hands through his kinky black hair. His wide lips felt very satisfying against my tinder skin. He was very skilled for a nigger. He brought me to climax several times. I had him lay on the small bed and then licked his pungent balls. The skin of his scrotum was black as coal. His kinky black hair tickled my mouth as I sucked his nut sack. I watched as his large cock stretched my undeveloped vagina. The contrast of his blackness against the pale pinkness of my privets was striking. I was amazed that my miniature cunt could take his full length and breadth. The dark purple head of his manhood moved in and out of my body. The pain was wonderful. It made me feel alive. I had Sambo that is what I called him, three or four times a day and I made him fuck me at least three times each night. I would pull off of him just as he shot his thick white cum all over his jet black belly. I would lick the pearls of his cum off of his sultry body.

Just before we got to Chicago, I made him fuck me in the ass. The pain was intense and burned my anus. I started moaning and then began to cry and shout. The door burst open and three large goons from Indiana pulled Sambo off my bottom. They were Klansmen from Fort Wayne. The Klan ran the state from around 1915 through the late 1020’s.

“Sambo put him down and I had forced up quite a fight. He broke one of the men’s nose. They beat kicked the shit out of him. He was yelling all the time that him to have sex with him. I just cried and said the bad nigger hurt me and told me he would kill me if I did not let him put his thing in me. They tied a rope around his neck and tied the end to the railing on the last car. They kicked him off the train and he was drug down the tracks at over thirty miles an hour. When the train pulled into to Union Station all that was left of the nigger was a bloody torso. His death was quickly ruled a suicide to cover all connected with the awful crime. They wanted to save the little French child the add trauma of a court cast. Mother sued the Railroad for pain and suffering and humiliation. Push harder that is right you are doing good.

“The Union Pacific Railroad settled out of court for $50.000 providing that the church kept the incident out of the papers. They did not want the world to know that one of their niggers raped a white child on their train. That would have been very bad for business. I still have some of the photos of his corpse.

“We were all taken by motor coach to the orphanage. The complex was constructed beginning in 1850. The last wing of the complex was finished in 1902. It was designed as an asylum for the criminally insane. The draconian nature of the gray stone structures suited Mother’s needs as the complex was contained inside a tall wall and was isolated from prying eyes. The state of Illinois found the intuition too expensive to maintain and unsuitable for the new enlightened treatments for the criminally insane fostered by the likes of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung. The fact that the Knights of Glyn have some of their members placed high in the state government did not hurt her effort to obtain the property.

“A select few men and women in positions of power were given access to as many children as they desired. The were given a special bedroom where they could indulge in their most perverted fantasies. They did not learn until after they had spent several nights raping and torturing young children that all of their efforts were caught on film. The movies were silent but very explicit. Once they were shown the movies, they were forced to be filmed doing even more degrading acts. They are owned by the Sisters, most do not mind. Some even bring their own children here for training.

Sex is ingrained in almost every facet of life here at the Orphanage. You know the Stations of the Cross, or the Way I am sure. We do the Stations of Satan here. Every Sunday just before the high orgy, a child is chosen by the Sisters and the older girls. Normally the child is male, but there have been times when a girl is given over. I got rid of three of my rivals this way.

“This is how the ceremony plays out. Oh, keep moving your hips. That is right just like that.

“Jesus is condemned to death. The person taking the part of Jesus is brought before the Sisters. The charges against the child are read. The child is tortured until they confess to the crimes and sins against Satan. Most know what is in store for them and quickly confess unless they enjoy pain. If that is the case, they make us work very hard to break them. That is when it is the most fun. I am an expert with the bullwhip and ball clamps. Once they confess they are raped for each of their sins. Then the death sentence is handed down.

“Jesus receives the cross. The child mounts the cross where it has a long wooden dildo installed. It is place where their ass will be once they are crucified. They fuck the cross while the rest of us flog the child until their back is bloody. Jesus falls the first time. The child has their legs knocked out from under them and are forced to give oral sex to as many of the children and Sisters that want it. Jesus meets His Mother. One of the Sisters acts as the child’s mother. If it is a boy playing Christ he fucks his mother, if it is a girl, she straps on a dildo and fucks her mother. Simon of Cyrene carries the cross. A man playing the part of Simon rapes the child while they are bent over the cross.

“Veronica wipes Jesus’ face with her veil. One of the Sisters playing Veronica wipes her ass on the child’s face covering it with her shit. Jesus falls the second time. The child is knocked down and forced to be a human toilet taking as much of the urine and shit as we can force down their throat. Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem. Any Sister that is on her period forces the child to lick her bloody pussy clean. Jesus falls the third time. The child is knocked down and their ass is fisted my Mother Superior. You know she has large hands. The kids scream so nicely when she gets to their anus. Jesus is stripped of His garments. The child’s blood, shit, and cum stained robe is ripped off of them.

“Crucifixion: Jesus is nailed to the cross. The child is nailed to the cross but we use four nails. One in each wrist, one through the child’s crossed ankles and the fourth through the penis or vagina. Everyone in the hall gets to hit one of the nails even the toddlers. It can take a hour to get all of the nails driven in. I miss a lot when I swing at the nail. I crush toes and fingers, but most of all tiny testicles or pussy mounds.

Jesus dies on the cross. A rope is tied around their chest to keep them alive longer to slow the suffocation. I usual get to play the part of Casca, the Roman solider that thrust the spear in to the side of Jesus. Everyone is give a candle on a long stick. The dying child is burnt with the flames and hot wax. My favorite spot to burn is the genitals and nipples. The eyes are my next favorite spot to roast. Fuck me faster Father!

“Jesus’ body is removed from the cross. Once the child has died, their body is cut down and the best parts are hacked out and cooked for the evenings feast. I usually get the boy’s balls deep fired. They are quite tasty and I have developed a taste for human flesh. Jesus is laid in the tomb. What is left of the child’s body is dumped into a pit with the guard dogs. They make short work of the corpse.

“After the stations of the cross, we have the high feast. One of the main dishes is the body of “Christ” rather parts of the child that was just killed. Several boys are taken and have their bladders drained. A tube is ran up their cocks all the way into their bladders. A half a gallon of wine is forced inside them. Then they walk nude on the table to “piss” out our drinks. I take mine right from the spout as it is. Their bowels are cleaned out and a mixture of melted chocolate and crunchy peanut butter is pumped up their asses. The kids that get served last get a little shit mixed in with it but most of us love the taste of human shit.

“The toddler girls have their vaginas filled with after dinner mints. You must suck the candy out you can’t use your hands to get the candy. The older boys are forced to masturbate until they fill a pint jar with their cum. The cum is use as a sauce over the food. Any boy that comes up short is a good candidate to play Jesus next Satanday.

“Father move you hips a little faster. Oh yes that is good keep that length of stroke. Oh, that is good you are making me cum. I feel you shooting your cum into me. Oh Satan., yes that is fucking good. Congratulations Father you are a real father now! Satan tells me that it will be a sweet little girl. Don’t worry I have already killed my first husband I don’t have to kill the next one.

“Oh my God what have I done?” I cried as I came out of the trance she had put me under. My penis was deep in the child’s body and it felt wonderful.

“You fucked me and made me a mother. Welcome home darling now lay back and eat me out while I suck some more cum from your nice cock.” The child ordered me.

I found that I was helpless to resists her. I was on my back and the child had her wet clinging vagina over my mouth I sucked and licked her until she squirted her juices into my mouth. My penis got hard and hurt as it came again as she drank down my Adam’s seed. The child has fallen asleep. I am sitting here writing in this journal. I have sinned so deeply I do not think that even My Lord Jesus Christ can forgive me. I know that it is as into take my own life but I can see no other way out of this madness. I found a revolver under the floorboards in my room. I am going to kill the girl and then end my life. God forgive me this last horrid sin.

The priest cocked the heavy black revolver and pointed the deadly weapon at the sleeping nude child’s head. His hand shook as tears filled his eyes. He sobbed as he pulled the trigger. There was a loud click as the hammer fell on the empty chamber.

“Michael you don’t think that I would be foolish enough to leave a loaded gun laying around do you? Now toss that silly gun down and come here and let me use your body.”

Lolita said as she spread her legs for the man and took him deep into her body. He shuttered as he guided his erect cock into the child’s body.

“OH my God you are so tight and wonderful! I love you Lolita!” The fallen Father cried as she took possession of his soul.

“I know that you love me darling, but God does not live here any more.” Lolita laughed as she sucked more than the Priest cum from his body.