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 The Sacrifice Part 5 by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>



   Sister Anne twisted the broom vertically and stuck it between the stove
and the wall.  A pot of stew gurgled, rattling its lid noisily as it
simmered on the burner.  A mass of dirt, old food and cobwebs emerged from
the crevice as she pulled the broom out.  Disgusting!  This place hasn't
been cleaned in years!  She reached for a dustpan and tried to get as much
filth into the garbage as possible.

   A familiar creaking of stairs signaled to her that Earl was emerging
from the basement.

   "Oh, Earl!" Sister Anne called out.  She ran to embrace him as the worn
door opened.  His shirt was noticeably stained.  A sheen of sweat covered
him.  The odor of sex was fresh on his body.

   "Hey, baby," he said with little enthusiasm.  "How's that lunch coming?"

   "A few more minutes," she whispered in his ear.  "Enough time for us."
Her hand wandered down to his crotch.

   "Maybe later," he said.  He brushed her off and went to the stove,
inspecting the stew.

   "Earl," she began.  She had to ask him.  She had to!  "Earl...  why...
why do you keep Mia around?"

   Earl stabbed a potato with a fork and pulled it from the pot.

   "I dunno," he said as he eyed the steaming tater.  "She's a good a fuck
as any."

   "I don't like her, Earl," she said.

   He ignored her.  He took a bite.

   "Earl," she said again.  She began to cry.  "Do you love her?"

   He spit out the potato in disgust, more at her than with the underdone
tuber.

   "Now, don't start that shit again," he warned.

   "Earl, please!  I'm begging you!" she said.  "Please!  Get rid of her!"
She started to sob.  Tears flowed undaunted down her cheeks.

   "Oh, for the love of fuck!  Will you shut the fuck up if I do?"

   She only whimpered.

   "Fuck!  I'll do it, baby.  I'll get the fuck rid of her, but it'll take
some time."

   Sister Anne dried her tears.  She nodded.

   Earl eyed her.  Her breasts were swollen.  Her belly was noticeably
full. His baby was inside her.  How he loved that!  He loved the way her
pregnant belly swung back and forth as he fucked her.  He watched her cry.
The sight of her tears, her suffering, it turned him on.  He wanted her.

   "Now," he said, stroking his cock.  "How's about that fuck?"

   Sister Anne could see his desire.  His cock was pressing uncomfortably
against his pants.  She approached him and pressed the heel of her palm
against his hardon.  He wanted her.

   Their lips met and his tongue darted inside her mouth.  He clutched her
chin tightly, forcing her mouth open while his tongue assaulted her
forcefully.  She could feel his tongue probing her, lapping up her saliva.
His hands found their way up her dress and into her cunt.  Sister Anne had
abandoned the idea of wearing panties long ago.

   He fingered her roughly, parting her lips and gesturing in a "come here"
motion.  His thumb found her clit and rubbed it vigorously.  Her love
juices began to flow freely and soon his fingers were soaking in them.

   "Yeah, you want it, don't you, slut?" he asked.  "You're so wet for me,
don't deny it!"

   "Yes, yes!" Sister Anne cried.  "I want you in me!  I need it!"

   Earl quickly freed his cock from its prison.  "On your knees!" he
ordered.  "Suck that cock!"

   Sister Anne obeyed, taking his full length in her mouth.  She sucked him
off eagerly.

   "You better treat that cock right!" Earl barked at her.  "This cock gave
you so much pleasure!  More than a worthless little git like you deserves!
It gave you that baby inside you!  You better treat it right!  Don't just
suck it.  Worship it.  Worship that cock, woman!"

   Sister Anne took Earl's cock in her hands and licked the underside with
a quick willingness.  She took the head eagerly into her mouth and fed it
into her throat while locking her gaze on her lover's eyes.  She pulled it
in and out of her mouth, caressing it with her hands.  She sucked the glans
and let her tongue slide around the corona.  She lifted the shaft and
pressed her tongue against it lustfully.  She sucked his balls, then lifted
his scrotum and licked the underside until her tongue flicked his
sphincter.

   "Oh yeah, who's your master now?" Earl teased her.  "Tell me how much
you love that fuckin' cock!"

   "I love your cock, Master," Sister Anne replied.

   Then she took his entire shaft into her mouth.  She sucked hard and
gently squeezed him with her teeth.  She pulled off allowing her teeth to
gently rake the length of his shaft and across his glans.

   "Oooagh!!!" Earl cried out.  "You make me want it, bitch!  You make me
want to fuck you!  Bend over!"

   Sister Anne got to all fours.  Earl quickly pressed his cock against her
pussy and pushed.  Sister Anne was so wet, he slid easily into her.  The
pregnant nun gasped loudly as he entered her.  He let his rock-hard cock
spear her like a piece of fresh meat on a skewer.  He quickly got into a
rapid rhythm, slamming in and out of her.  His balls slapped up against her
clit filling the room with the sound of flesh smacking against bare flesh.
Sister Anne's swollen belly rocked with the motion of their fucking.

   "You like this, don't you baby?" Earl asked salaciously.

   "Mmmmm, yesssss...."

   Her belly continued to sway as Earl shoved his cock deep inside her body
again and again.

   "Holy fuck!  I'm going in so deep!  I can feel it.  I'm hittin' yer
fuckin' cervix!  Oh, shit!"

   Earl reveled in the sensation of forcing his cock deep into Sister
Anne's dripping wet cunt.  Every forward thrust forced her swollen belly to
sway forward.  The knowledge that it was his baby growing in there only
added to the eroticism.

   "I want that fuckin' baby, Sister," he barked at her as he fucked.  "I
want a beautiful baby girl like Julie.  Oh shit!  Oh shit!  I'm fuckin' our
baby.  Feel that cock in there?  I'm fucking our little girl inside you!"

   "Do you like to fuck little girls, Master?" Sister Anne asked as her
pussy was being pounded.

   "You know I do."

   "Our daughter likes it when her Daddy fucks her," Sister Anne replied.
She felt Earl's cock swell and grow at the sound of that.  He began pumping
her harder, faster.

   "Oh shit!" he called out.

   "Fuck your daughter, Daddy," Sister Anne encouraged him.  Her belly
rocked back and forth with each penetration of his swollen member.  "Show
her what kind of a man her Daddy is."

   "Oh yeah!" he screamed.  "Fuck yeah!" He was fucking her at a machine
gun pace now.  "Fucking take that bitch!"

   "Ow!  Ow!  Oh!  It's too much!  You're hurting her, Daddy!" Sister
called out as Earl fucked her brutally.

   "Fuck if I care!  She can take it," he said.  Sweat dribbled from his
brow and onto her back.  He was moving at breakneck speed.  He slammed in
and out of her without care, without mercy.

   "Oh!  So big!  Your cock is too big for her," Sister Anne cried out,
encouraging him.

   "Yeah, you like that fat cock, don't you, bitch?" Earl said with a
crooked grin.  His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pulled her into
him.

   "Oh!" Sister Anne cried out.  "Give her your cum!  She wants to bathe in
her Daddy's cum!"

   "Fucking take it you little bitch!" Earl screamed at her.  His fingers
dug into her flesh as he pulled her into him, fucking her like a little
bitch.  Finally, he pulled out, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.  "I
want to fuck her Mommy's asshole," he said simply.

   Earl jammed his rock-hard cock into Sister Anne's ass and shoved.  He
forced his cock inside her with only her wetness on him as lubrication. 
She screamed in pain as he forced his way in.

   "Ow!  Ow!  Oooagh!!!" she screamed.  "Earl, I'm not ready ...  Ahhoagh!!
It hurts!"

   "Yeah, that's it bitch," he barked at her.  "Scream for me.  Scream for
your master." He continued to fuck her ass with no care for her discomfort.
"You've enjoyed this too much.  You've always loved it.  You need to know
what it feels like to get raped!"

   Sister Anne's ass was tight and reluctant to accept his girth.  Earl
forced his way in.  Sister Anne cried out as he pierced her sphincter.  He
forced his cock into her ass, sliding in deeper with each thrust.  The need
to fill her consumed him.

   "Aargh!  No, Earl!  No, it's too much!  It's too much!" Sister Anne
cried out.  Tears began to flow uncontrollably.

   Earl continued to assault the pregnant woman's asshole.  Everytime he
pulled back and pushed back in, it felt like the virgin penetration.  The
walls of her rectum closed in tightly around his member, hugging him
tightly.

   "Scream for me you little bitch!" Earl demanded.  And scream she did. 
Earl was merciless as he ass reamed her.  Sister Anne collapsed.  Her chest
pressed against the ground as Earl forced his cock into her.  The walls of
her anus soon began to give way, but as she loosened, he only pressed on
his attack.  He fucked her into submission.  Tears rolled down her cheeks
as she clenched her teeth, enduring his assault.

   "You feel that bitch?" he demanded of her.  "I'm gonna fuck our daughter
like that."

   He pulled his cock out of her ass.

   "Let's see how she likes the taste of your asshole," he said.

   "Earl!  No!" Sister Anne protested, but he wouldn't listen.  He promptly
shoved his cock back in her pussy and fucked her.  Sister Anne gave in to
the wave of pleasure that washed over her.

   "Oooh," she sighed.  "Right there!  That's the spot!"

   Earl just laughted.  Did she really think he gave a fuck?

   "I'm gonna cum in you," he warned her.

   "Mmmm....  yesssss," she replied.

   "I'm gonna cum all over our daughter," he promised.  "I'm gonna make her
swim in it."

   "Yes!" was all Sister Anne could say, more in reply to the cock pounding
her g-spot than his words.

   "You know I'm gonna fuck her," he asked as he pounded her pussy.  "I'm
gonna fuck our little girl."

   Sister Anne said nothing.

   "I'm gonna make her drink my milk before she's allowed to drink yours,"
he went on.  "And when she's older, I'm gonna fuck her, like I fuck Julie.
I'm gonna take them both together.  And you know the best part?  You're
gonna help!"

   He imagined it.  Two little blonde girls, sucking his cock, getting
fucked in the pussy, in the ass, taking his cum -- their Daddy's cum.  He
imagined their Mommy, Sister Anne standing over them, shoving their heads
onto his cock, forcing them to take it.  It was more than he could stand.
He exploded inside Sister Anne.  His cum shot into her, filling her vagina.
She could feel the hot jets of semen spurting out from him.  He came and
came.  The flow felt like it would never stop...  but it finally did.

   Sister Anne felt the hot liquid drip out of her pussy and onto her legs.
She lay there, her ass sore and her clit still throbbing.  Earl's words
hung in her mind.  The images he filled her with refused to leave.  She
fell asleep on the floor, Earl's cum still inside her.  Visions of Julie,
Perdita and her unborn child haunted her dreams.

   ***

   Sister Anne held on to Mia's feet as Earl lifted her torso.  They
carried the unconscious girl to his rickety van.

   "I'll be gone a few days," he said.  "You know what to do."

   She nodded.  Where he took these girls when he was done with them, she
never knew.  She didn't ask.  He didn't tell.  She went back to the hovel,
elated that she had eliminated her one rival for Earl's attention.

   Now she alone would be his.  Well, there was Julie, but Julie was a
girl. She was a woman.  Julie couldn't give him a baby.  She could.  And
Julie...  she couldn't bear to be apart from her, even if it did mean that
Earl...  She didn't want to think about it.  Her imagination conjured the
image of Earl's cock prying open Julie's slit.  Sister Anne quickly pushed
it out of her mind.

   A day went by without incident.  Sister Anne boiled the stew and fed
Earl's charges.  Her cleaning duties never ended as the upstairs was
nothing but years of accumulated filth.  While she was sweeping, a mouse
ran from the closet and darted across the floor, disappearing in a pile of
trash.  Disgusting!

   Fueled with determination, Sister Anne pulled the boxes out of the
closet.  She made it her mission to clean every inch of this place.  What
was this junk, anyway?  She rifled through the boxes.  Some of them had old
clothes -- girls' clothes -- mostly underwear.  Some had pictures of girls.
She went through them.  Picture after picture.  Girls sleeping naked. 
Girls crying.  Girls lost and scared.  How many?  She didn't want to know,
but she couldn't stop herself.  They were so young.  All younger than her.
And some...  some were Julie's age.  She dug through box after box.  Some
boxes even had money.  One box was full of cash.  How long had he been
doing this?  Where did they go?  Where did he take them to when he was
done? She went through picture after picture.  Looking at each girl,
looking into their eyes.  Studying their faces, wondering who they were. 
Were they lost?  Kidnapped?  Did they have parents out there, still
searching for them?

   Sister Anne's heart dropped.  Tears flowed from her eyes.  They blinded
her.  She wanted to scream but she couldn't find her voice -- only grief,
only pain and guilt.  She crumpled on the floor like a broken mannequin. 
Her strings had been cut.  She couldn't move, she couldn't speak.  She
could only cry.

   After hours, she found the strength to stand.  Her muscles ached from
laying on the hard floor.  Her throat was sore.  Her eyes stung from
crying. She waded through the filthy clutter with a photo still clutched in
her hand.  She found her way to the phone.  She dialed it mechanically. 
All the emotion, all the energy had been drained out of her.

   "911 emergency," the voice crackled through the line.

   Sister Anne lifted the photo and forced herself to look.  She stared
into those eyes as she spoke. "I'd like to report a kidnapping," she said.
"Please, send someone."

   "Where are you?" the voice asked.

   "I...  I don't know," she said weakly, her eyes still fixed on the
photograph.

   "Who has been kidnapped?"

   "Lots of people, hundreds..." her voice broke.  She thought she had
cried them out.  She thought they were all used up, but the tears flowed
again.  "INCLUDING MY DAUGHTER!!!!"

   She dropped the photo and crumpled onto the floor again.  The phone was
still to her ear.  Her tears dribbled down her cheeks and fell from her
chin.  Drops began to splatter onto the photo and mar the image, maybe the
last image ever taken, of her daughter -- poor, beautiful Perdita.
   THE END