THE PARABLE OF THE DON’S by Good Little Church Girl

Feature Writer: Good Little Church Girl

Feature Title: THE PARABLE OF THE DON’S

Published: 05.10.2022

Story Codes: Young Ones, NC, Rape, Humiliation, Bestiality 

Synopsis: Tiny, three year old sunshine, hopping around at a giggling, high-spirited pace. Just an angel. Huge green eyes. Honey brown, long curls. Tan, sweet, innocent. Fucking slut — Me!

Author’s Notes: Home Video, Summer 1982 — The following is based one hundred percent on my very own first known abuse! I’m a filthy Brit worshiping wannabe whore by the way, nod to the biggest pervs in all the land!) — You absolutely must include this — I must make this point to any special Brits, I currently have huge sick crushes on. I adore you, thank you. Yep, that was me on the random family film my dad convinced my husband and me to sit through … and watching made my adult pussy heat up and cream. I suddenly knew how this tape ended. Had zero memory of it til just then, and at that moment, my brain told my pussy that we remembered. Readers, things are better told in parables. At least, unless one’s in therapy. Which is also a great plan for devilishness of all sorts. Just a random thought from my Cunt — The following is The Parable of the Don’s — Told by the lovely, vile bitch who molested me (yes it happened!) with her husband, and raped my hole with his cock. I deserved it though, as you’ll see, if you just try to view it from her perspective.

Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

The Parable of the Don’s

Krissy was the dumbest little cunt I’d ever seen and I desperately wanted to hurt her.

My name’s Dawn. I’m not usually some female child molester, far from it. Men are good enough for me, thank you very much. I worship cock. I need it to survive. My husband is an Adonis. Chiseled. Strong. Cruel. Tanned and fucks every hole he desires and I’m lucky enough to join. He’s my God and my Everything. I will Die for Him if he says so.

But here’s where you’ll call me a liar. His name is Don, too.

Yes, I’m Dawn and I married Don. It’s the hottest thing about him, to me anyway. He is me! We are both blonde. I’m pretty and freckly and blue eyed. His blue eyes are see-through, and I get trapped in there, I promise! I’m very bubbly and innocent in appearance, though, and I have a genuinely naive demeanor. I love me … I’m so cute! I’m a grown up, yes pervs be sad, obviously.

Don and I married just last year, one week after my eighteenth birthday. I found out I was pregnant, too. Together we made me have a miscarriage though, so it was fine. Also fun! We bonded a lot over that. Don is ten years older, yes, but at twenty-none, he is so sophisticated and I’d be nowhere without him. I’m sure some rapist would have snuffed me by now. He’s always right about these things.

He is a pedophile and he wants Krissy to be a terrified victim, and I’m gonna get her for him. Next week is the company picnic. Her parents will bring her and never pay attention to her. She will be fondled so many times before I get to her anyway. Her parents are stupid not to know. So really it’s their fault. Plus, Krissy is a real tease. She’s only three, so what? She gets cocks hard. It’s not their faults. It is a natural reaction that usually means you were too flirty or basically now you had a job to do: you got it hard, then you need to pay somehow.

I’ve lived by that so I know other cunts can and should have to figure it out and suffer too, fucking right! Hate this little Krissy too! Little bitch and her pigtails and the tiny white teeth and all that fucking pathetic neediness. I will kill her myself unless Don stops me. He will. He loves me so much. He’d never betray me.

Twice now, we’d gotten coked up when we babysat Krissy, easy to arrange because her parents were high as kites, greedy, and easily distracted. And Don, after all is the CEO’s son. Krissy’s parents were in the inner circle now and it filled their pathetic ego-holes. The parties, the raises, the leads.

“Sure they can babysit. Fuck it. A weekend at a resort.”

Leaving Krissy’s whiny ass with the Don’s? No hesitation from these loving parents.

When I’m flying on coke, I need to hit them, girls of all ages infuriate me but young as Krissy? I really don’t want her to survive at all. Don keeps me from leaving bad marks or cuts. We really tested the limits with Krissy and it’s amazing how neglectful her parents have been. The second time we had her, her cunt was simply raw. She cried when she had to sit down.

Her mom was yelling at her for, “Crying over nothing.”

I watched through the window as she made Krissy lay in the backseat floor of the car instead of her car seat.

I wondered if she thought, “Fuck it, keep her in danger. If we wreck, she’ll fly through the fucking windshield. Like an abortion or something.”

Honestly I think most of us women feel this way.

But at the picnic, I’ll lure her to me. French her mouth, feel her up like she’s used to. Then she is ours, Donny.

“May I hurt her? Darling I have been so patient. I cannot stand her happy little fucking voice and she’s so fucking stupid. I just, I …”

Oh, he always calms me. He is my God I told you. He is so cruel with his fist. I love to feel his power, I am proud of my bruises because he loves me that much … and that he is so excited that he needs to hurt me, too! I hate the pain and I always cry but it’s worth it when I get to help Donny hurt little kids. This Krissy kidnapping adventure will be fucking amazing! She’ll be so motherfucking scared because she loves us and suddenly we’re just being so scary and mean! Just evil to her! She is so afraid that she will be scarred forever from this point forward. Never be innocent or normal. If alive at all. Oh, Donny please? I’ll do anything.

Anyway, last weekend, we drugged her filthy mouth hole with sedatives and made baby-porn. It was sick as fuck. Donny had the fucking kittens licking butter from her raw clit! I laughed so hard especially when they nipped her with their baby sharp teeth! Donny is so mean. I would have never ever tried animals. It’s super gross. Glad it was her not me! Making it bleed with their horrible sandy tongues. He used butter to keep them licking. Says he learned it from Anne Rice. I love my Donny. Fuck he knows me better than I know myself. I’m unworthy to be his cunt-wife-hole-slut. Hail Donny. Oh motherfucking Hail Donny.

And fuck Krissy. Three years old. To see her pussy get raped … It’s going to be the best day of my life. When I was a little slut, I got fucked just like her, but I was five, though! It’s really gonna hurt her! That’s fucking awesome. I’m so excited.

Anyway, I was five, and I still have nightmares of being fucked randomly with knives. Discriminating tongues can feel the slippery pink ridges of baby pussy scarring near my hole. Oh it was mean. Bloody. Yes I tasted so much blood. Metal. The smell of pennies. Iron. Blood. Floods right back.

Now it’s my turn! Donny will let me hurt her bad, I know he will. He promised. That’s why I’ve been a good wife and fucked his business friends, his old, gross rich dad, his aunt lesbian fat pervy bitch, and now two men who needed a ride back from the bus stop. I don’t really like when Donny has me fuck the trashy bus stop or black people or old ugly fat people. But I don’t say that! I complained one time. Donny not only broke my nose, but he did it while I was blowing him. He’s really amazing and creative in his cruelty, he’s nearly killed me — twice — I truly believe, but I can handle it, because I know he loves me best.

When we first met, Don gave me fifty bucks and told me to blow him. I was thirteen and he was twenty-three. I cried and ran away. The next week, he raped me in my mom’s sitting room. I wonder if he dicked her? She still worships him like a bitch-in-heat, so probably. She’s a filthy cunt anyway. She’ll take nigger dick all day and never apologize.

Anyway, Donny married the right one. I’m gonna give him daughters, I promised him. But right now he wants me fit and not a disgusting pig because men don’t like to abuse girls who are fat and ugly. And if I want Donny to love me, there’s gonna be plenty of abuse! I don’t mind, really, as long as he lets me hurt other girls to show me I’m his best girl. He’s my God. My protector. My lover. My daddy. My everything and everything. Fuck all others. Hail Donny!

Anyway he makes me say that, yes. It scares me because he knows I still miss going to church. But now he makes me do other fucked up religious shit. I hate it. It scares me and I always get mad. But he doesn’t care. The first time he made me blaspheme I was fourteen.

[Wait. That wasn’t available information yet. Parables. Shit.]

It doesn’t count. I didn’t mean it. But it definitely makes me his possession. I’ve accepted that. I tried to leave once because he killed my best friend right in front of me. It was so scary so I ran away. When his dad hired an investigator, they found me on the north part of the city in a homeless shelter. I was the only one there with a diamond tennis bracelet and wearing a clean, black lace thong and corset bra, I can tell you. I was that scared of him, though! So scared, I was willing to hide out with vermin who stunk of poverty and desperation. I’ll never forgive myself for leaving him. He had every right to kill her, and I’ll always try to make it up to him, I know he suffered greatly when I was missing all those days. That’s why I get him cunts. That’s why I need to hurt them, too!

Hail Donny!

So, back to Krissy. We are really mean to her psychologically. Like I make her watch horrible toddler rape and snuff porn. I love to hit her while she watches. Usually I have to stick my fingers down her throat to shut her the fuck up. Donny was so angry with me last time because I punched her too hard in the ear and it bled out of her ear hole. I didn’t mean to. It was because she acted like she fainted. I know she was faking. I screamed pretty loud so Donny looked over in time to catch me clocking her one. I got in trouble big time. I can’t even tell you what happened. It was awful. I was so humiliated because that stupid cunt Krissy got to watch.

Hail Donny let me kill her. Fuck.

THE END

Alas, dear readers, the Don’s didn’t kill me. I do still have dreams of anal knife-rape. I love them and hate them. Names have not been changed to protect the innocent and especially not the damned. Oh, warms my cunt to think they are reading. Long having been infested with my memories, and ready and ripe for my revenge. I’m hungry for them. All my love, Good Little Church Girl