From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW STORY "Bound for Glory" (fMMMMF)
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 1995 01:47:35 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <015314Z16111995@anon.penet.fi>

WARNING!

The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy

involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially

unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a

firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This

story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story

should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not

to attempt any of these acts without professional

guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand, 

move away from the console, and unplug the computer.  

Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 

If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners

to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This

will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 

Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

 

Phil Phantom     



                    "Bound for Glory" (Part one of six)

                     By Phil Phantom



Annabelle Maryweather pulled her daughter along the busy train

station platform, searching for car number nine.  To her, the

Great Depression appeared to be a boon to train travel.  Everyone

seemed to be going somewhere, and going by train.  "My Lord, I've

never seen Clairmont Station so busy.  There it is, Catherine,

hurry."



"Mother, we're not late.  Please, stop pulling.  I can't run in

these stupid shoes."



"I want to see you properly settled.  This is a big step for a

young lady of fifteen, going all the way across the country by

herself.  Someone will need to look after you, and the Lord will

provide.  We have to give Him some time, though.  I'm sure the

good Lord doesn't like being rushed anymore than you do."



"I don't see why I have to have someone looking after me.  I can

look after myself.  I'm not a child, Mother."



"You are a child until I say you're not, or until you have one,

and that won't happen until I say.  Keep moving your feet, not

your mouth."



One minute later, they were inside car nine, looking for

compartment six.  People crowded the aisle that ran along the

right side, going in and coming out of rooms that could

accommodate six passengers.  Annabelle forced her way along,

dragging Catherine behind her.  "Here we are."  She opened the

door, looked in, and saw two men seated in the room.  "Excuse

me."  



She stopped the conductor and said, "I'm afraid there's been a

mistake.  My fifteen-year-old daughter, Catherine Maryweather, is

traveling alone to Sacremento, California.  I specifically

requested a women's berth.  Number six is a man's compartment. 

That simply won't do."



"Lady, we only have seats on this train.  You bought a standard

fare ticket.  We don't have men's or women's anything, not even

rest rooms.  She'll be fine, don't worry."



"Well, I beg to differ.  My daughter will not be sharing quarters

with men for three days.  Surely you must have more suitable

accommodations for young ladies traveling alone over such

distances."



"Lady, number six is suitable.  It's not a sleeper, but it does

have pull-down racks.  We're pulling out in five minutes.  I

don't have time right now to be shuffling passengers.  After we

get underway, I'll help her find something better, but one's as

good as another if you ask me.  People move in and move out all

along this line.  I could put her with some nuns right now, but

they might get off in Pittsburg and the Dillinger gang might take

their place.  Put her in six."



"Look, we are a good Christian family.  You look like a fine

Christian man.  Would you please take Catherine under you wing,

see that she is in good Christian company at all times, check on

her often.  I'd be so grateful."



"I would, but I leave this line in Pittsburg.  Wait, as I recall,

there's a reverend in car seven.  He's on his way to China or

some place like it.  He could see her to Sacramento.  Try

compartment four or five in car seven."



Annabelle turned to Catherine with a smug smile, saying, "See,

Catherine, the Lord provides for his own."  Turning to the

conductor, she said, "Thank you so much.  I'll see that the

Norfolk & Western recognizes your service.  Come, Catherine."



Annabelle peeked in compartment five of car seven and saw five

men.  "Excuse me, gentlemen.  I understand a servant of our Lord

Jesus may be in this compartment.  Who might that be?"



John Stewart Masterson, alias Gabrial Honeycut, alias Slick

Stewart, alias Reverend John Cunnylicker was anything but a

servant of the Lord--a servant of the state of New York, Rhode

Island, and Texas, yes, if they could get their hands on him. 

John had a list of charges that covered every offense from child

pandering to grand larceny.  He stood, doffed his cap, and said,

"The Reverend John Cunnylicker, Madam, at your service."  The

other men chuckled.



"How dare you affront me with that..."



"Madam, my name causes me more embarrassment than you, I assure

you.  Unfortunately, it is my Christian given name, and the 

cross I bear.  In my family's fatherland, Austria, Cunnylicker is

a noble name meaning keepers of the sacrament.  Only here is it a

profanity.  I'm on my way to Asia where I can serve the heathen

masses without the snickers.  How may I help you?"



"You don't look like a preacher to me."



"I'm traveling incognito.  Got my Bible right here."  John pulled

out a leather-bound King James Bible from his jacket and showed

Annabelle the front and back.  



Annabelle was only slightly pacified, such an outrageous and

profane combination of words she'd never heard.  Still, with the

conductor yelling, "All Aboard" she had little time for lectures

or for listening to family histories.  She said, "Will you step

out here, please?"



John stepped out and saw Catherine.  She looked a vision of

feminine loveliness and virgin purity in her finest Sunday dress

with fashionable lace-up high heeled ankle boots.  Out of habit,

he surveyed her young body, liking the package.  She looked

fourteen, but her body looked sixteen.  She had the curves of a

voluptuous woman on a small scale--standing five two, in three-

inch heels.  She had a child-like look, but large blue adult eyes

and full red lips without benefit of makeup.  Her long, straight,

silky, blond hair was tied back with a ribbon matching the wide

satin belt on her dress.  John tipped his cap to Catherine,

smiled, and said, "Reverend John Cunnylicker, servant of our Lord

Jesus Christ, at your service."



Catherine giggled.  Annabelle wasn't amused.  She was especially

upset by the way John ran his eyes over Catherine's breasts and

legs, even peering behind her to check out her ass.  Annabelle

shot him an angry look about his visual exam, but said,  "Must

you use your last name at every opportunity?  Wouldn't Reverend

John be more appropriate when introducing yourself to a young

lady?"



"A Cunnylicker I was born, and a Cunnylicker I'll die.  It's the

Lord's name for me, and I shan't hide in shame.  I am a keeper of

the sacrament, and we Cunnylickers are a proud family."



"All Aboard!"



"Oh my!  Look, this is my daughter, Catherine Maryweather.  She's

only fifteen--a minor!  She's on her way to Sacremento

California, Glory to be exact, traveling alone.  We have kinfolk

in Glory, and she is to minister to the needy there.  She needs

the protection of a Christian man, someone who will minister to

her needs--her spiritual needs.  I beg you look after her, keep

her from harm, and guide her along the path of righteousness."



"Madam, I am honored.  John Cunnylicker will answer the Lord's

call and guide this child as though she were my own.  I will have

a flock of one, all the way to Glory."



Annabelle leaned in and whispered, "Will you please not say your

full name in her presence?  I beg you.  She may know what that

word means.  Frankly, I don't think you're a preacher at all, but

I've little choice."



John spoke loud and firm, "Who and what I am is between me and my

maker.  You may choose to believe or not believe.  Frankly, I

don't give a twit.  As a preacher or as a man, I can deliver this

child to her destination, but I will tolerate no disobedience.  I

will gladly undertake that calling, but she'll mind me, or she'll

receive harsh and instant retribution.  We Cunnylickers tolerate

no impudence from young girls.  Spare the rod; spoil the child."



Annabelle scowled indignantly, "I'm certain Catherine will give

you no cause to discipline.  She's been properly raised to mind

her elders and has never required corporal discipline.  We do not

believe in beating our children."



"That may be, but when young girls with sexual hormones flooding

their veins get away from strict parental rule, they tend to go

wild.  I must have your authority to discipline Catherine as I

see fit.  I do believe in corporal discipline.  I believe

strongly in it, even for the most minor and seemingly innocent

transgressions; and, for young ladies, that discipline should be

liberally applied to their naked skin with the hand or a belt as

the offense warrants."



"Good Lord, what kind of preacher are you?"  



John pulled Catherine's back to his front and held her firmly by

the shoulders, pinning her arms tightly to her sides with his

knuckles digging into each boob, saying, "I am a preacher who

knows how to control young girls like your Catherine.  She'll toe

a very thin line with me, Mrs. Maryweather.  You may rest easy on

that score."



"You will not lay one finger on my daughter.  Do you understand

me?  Not one finger!"



"Suit yourself, but she'll be on her own.  Now, if you'll excuse

me."



"Wait!"  Annabelle placed her hand on John's shoulder, gently

turning him back.  John followed the pull in such a way that

Annabelle appeared to be bringing him back to Catherine.  She

quickly drew her hand away, as though John's shoulder burned her. 

John slid his hands down Catherine's front to her pelvic bones,

stooped to bring Catherine's ass tightly to his groin.  



Annabelle's distraught eyes followed the man's hands as she

implored, "Reverend, please.  I beg you in God's name.  You are

my only hope, unfortunately."



"I must insist you grant me the right to discipline without

restrictions or limitations."



"All Aboard.  Last call.  All visitors must leave the train."



Annabelle's eyes dropped to see the reverend's loins slowly

undulating in an obscene grind against her daughter's ass. 

"Reverend...I..."  Annabelle took in the outrageous sight of

adult male fingers fanned over Catherine's lower belly, all

pointing to her crotch, pulling hard against his own.



"I insist.  Unrestricted authority from your lips to her ears."



The train gave a lurch.  "Well..." said the reverend,



Annabelle stared hard at Catherine's lower belly, then said, "Oh

my."  She continued to stare as his fingers massaged their way

closer to her daughter's pubic mound, made apparent by the

tightly stretched material of her dress.  Slowly, with her face

burning red, Annabelle's eyes came up to Catherine's eyes.  She

said, "Catherine, he has my complete trust and authority to

administer discipline as he sees fit.  Mind him, Catherine."



The Reverend put a harder grind into his pelvic press and said,

"On her naked skin."



Annabelle immediately looked down and saw that the reverend's

finger tips had moved lower, making the turn over the mound,

bunching the material between Catherine's legs.  "Oh dear!  Oh,

all right."



"Tell her!  Make it clear to her that I may strip her naked if I

think her punishment warrants that."



"Catherine, he has total and unrestricted authority to guide and

discipline as he sees fit, even on your naked skin.  He may even

strip you totally naked for your punishments, so do not give him

cause, or I will hold you accountable.  Reverend, I will also

hold you accountable should there be no cause."



John's right hand firmly cupped Catherine's crotch.  His left

went up and grasped the surprised girl's right breast, squeezing

the firm mound into distortion.  Annabelle's jaw dropped as John

said, "As you can see, your virgin daughter is in capable hands. 

I can feel a devil hiding between her legs, but I can beat that

devil out of her.  Hurry, Annabelle, you're running out of

platform."  



Annabelle turned to see the station moving.  She moved forward,

mindless of the two hands still groping her daughter, and said,

"Do as he says, Catherine.  Any sin will be his.  Just pray." 

She kissed Catherine on the cheek, then rushed to the open door. 

She hesitated, then jumped awkwardly, missing the end of the

platform by inches, falling in a very unladylike end-over tumble

in grass and sand.  John peered out the window with Catherine and

said, "Nice knickers."



Catherine suppressed a giggle, but a stifled gig escaped.  She

turned to face John when he eased off the firm but exciting hold. 

She eyed the mysterious man with the mischievous gleam in his eye

and decided he was no preacher.  She also decided he was quite

handsome--tall, dark, rugged, but with nice white teeth that

could form a devilish smile, and best of all, he had a very big

cock.  



She loved the way he stood up to and humiliated her mother.  For

that, alone, she had warm feelings for him.  She liked the way he

took control.  He examined her like a piece of property, staring

at the parts the men back home avoided looking at.  She

especially liked being firmly touched, molded, squeezed and

turned this way and that.  She wanted her trip to be an

adventure, and the journey was looking good at the start.  



After he released her and stepped back, Catherine smiled

demurely.  The reverend said, "Sorry, kid, I tried to help you

out.  You didn't appear to want to go on this trip, but your

mother obviously was intent of getting rid of you."



"Well, you needn't worry about taking care of me.  I can take

care of myself." 



"I doubt that.  This train is full of horny men with nothing to

lose.  Your naked and abused body would be lying alongside the

tracks before this train hit the continental divide.  No, your

mother left me in charge, and I accepted that responsibility. 

You're not much better off with me, but I will deliver you in one

piece, somewhere.  In the mean time, we will try to make this

journey as pleasant as possible unless you give me any shit."



"I promise, I won't be any trouble.  I certainly won't give you

any shit.  I will do whatever you say, Reverend John

Cunnylicker."  The word Cunnylicker rolled off smiling lips.



His smile broadened.  "You'd better, or your cute fanny will pay

dearly.  Is it true you have never had a bare bottom spanking?"



Catherine assumed an affected childlike innocence, and with a

mischievous twinkle in her eyes, said, "Good heavens, no.  That

would be horrid.  Would you actually bare my bottom and spank me

for the most minor and seemingly innocent transgressions?"



"I would, and if I thought you might profit from it, I might bare

all of you.  Sometimes baring the bottom isn't enough.  What do

you think of that?"



"I think I shall be very good and do exactly as you say, but

innocent transgressions may be my undoing."



"I asked what you thought of that--of baring yourself publicly."



Her expression became serious and critical as she said,

"Publicly?"



"Yes, publicly.  Humiliation is a key factor in the discipline of

young ladies.  Females can bear pain much better than males."



"I don't know about that, but I do know about humiliation.  Look

what I have to wear."



"Catherine, you are evading my question."



"I'm sorry.  I think baring myself in public for a beating will

be very humiliating, but what choice would I have?  My mother

gave you the right strip me naked.  You must decide where and

when.  I'm just a little girl who does what she's told, Reverend

Cunnylicker."



The train was now well underway, and no one would be getting off. 

He knew the passageway would be quiet for a while as passengers

settled and the conductor checked tickets.  John's smile grew

more devilish.  He said, "What are you wearing under that dress?"



"Petticoats, panties, a bra, stockings, and a slip."



"There's a rest room at the end of the car.  Take them off.  This

train gets hot.  Take those boots off, too.  You can go bare

foot.  You'll be more comfortable."



"But, Reverend, this dress can't be worn without under clothes. 

The material is too sheer.  I can put on other clothes.  I didn't

want to dress up, but mother wanted to make a good first

impression."



John took a handful of the hem and examined his fingers through

the gauze-like material, satisfied that he could make out his

fingerprints.  "I said wear the dress, only the dress.  Remove

the sash, too, then return to the compartment."



"I will do as you say, Reverend, but I will be as good as naked."



"That won't offend anyone in our compartment, and you'll be cool

and comfortable.  Do as I say, Catherine, or I might bare your

cunny and spank it before our fellow passengers just for the

entertainment value.  A girl like you needs her cunny spanked

once in a while, just for good measure.  You do know what your

cunny is, don't you?"



Catherine blushed.  "Yes."



"Show me where your cunny is."



Catherine looked around, then pointed between her legs.  "Here."



"I said show me, not point."



"I don't understand."



"You don't understand, show me your cunny.  What word don't you

understand, Catherine?  Are you being impudent with me?"



"You want me to show it to you out here?  Someone might come

along."



"You are trying my patience, young lady."



Catherine looked both ways, then, with resignation, hiked her

skirts and petticoats.  She then pulled out her panties so that

he could see down them.  John looked, but angrily said, "All I

see is a hairy crack.  I said show me your cunny."



Catherine took a deep breath, then pushed the panties down and

stepped free.  She lifted her skirts high and jutted out her bare

loins."



"You are trying my patience, young lady."



Taking no chances, she sat at John's feet, rolled back, and

spread her legs as wide as the cramped space allowed.  John got

down on one knee and peered between her legs.  "Now, use your

finger to outline your cunny so that I know that you know exactly

where it is."



Breathing heavily, Catherine used her right index finger to trace

around her cunt lips, going below the hole and above her clit. 

"Now show me the clit."  She did so by pulling her lips apart and

touching the excited nub with her right middle finger.  "And show

me where a man puts his cock when fucking a cunny?"  She pointed

to her hole.  "Show me where it goes, don't point."  She inserted

her fingertip and ran it around the inside of her slick hole.  



John stood with a smile and said, "Only a wicked girl would know

those things, Catherine, but I will drive that wickedness from

you before we reach Glory, rest assured.  Put your dress down and

close your legs, you nasty child.  Have you no shame?  Run along

now.  Don't dally."



Catherine blushed and struggled to her feet.  She picked up her

panties, then ran down the length of the car.  She had difficulty

undressing in the tight quarters, but eventually stood naked

before the floor-length mirror, examining her form.  She cupped

her full mounds and squeezed, puckering the conical pink nipples. 

Her right hand stole to her crotch.  She ruffled the light

covering of pubic curls, then slipped her index finger into the

groove, saying, "Miss Cunny, I think you're in for a rough trip. 

Reverend Cunnylicker just might live up to his name, and his real

name might be John Cuntsmacker.  I know that doesn't bother you,

you shameless hussy, but I'm not sure I'll be leaving this train

a virgin.  Mother did say we had to do whatever he said, though. 

We must mind our elders."



She slipped the dress on and studied her reflection.  As she

figured, her breasts showed through, the dark pink nipples,

especially.  She pressed the material to her thighs and peered

down.  "Oh my, they can see you as well, Miss Cunny.  Damn, it is

true.  I may as well be naked.  How can he expect me to ride this

train with people who can see everything I have?  He'll drive

them crazy.  He'll drive you crazy too, won't he?  Don't you

drive me crazy.  I'm supposed to be an innocent church girl.  I'm

sure the reverend would rather molest an innocent church girl

than a hot-cunted hussy."



She stood and turned to view herself from the rear.  "Does he

expect me to hide my private parts?  Or does he want me to show

them off?  I would think he wants me to show them off, otherwise

why would he order me to wear the dress alone.  He knows how thin

it is.  I think no matter what I do, he'll find fault just so he

can discipline me.  He sure seemed eager to get me naked.  Mother

saw that.  I'll bet she's fretting now.  Serves her right."



She faced front and smoothed the dress to better see her cunt. 

"I hope he fucks me.  Yes, I said fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I

hope they all fuck me, and I hope they leave me with child. 

Would you like some company in there Miss Cunny, besides my

fingers, that is.  You want a real man's cock, don't you, hussy? 

I know you.  You were hoping someone would come along that

passage way while I had you out.  You like getting out, don't

you?  I think you'll be getting out a lot more by the looks of

things.  Who cares?  We don't know any of these people, and it's

a sure bet none are going to that desolate hole in the wall,

Glory.  Well, here goes."



John returned to the four men in compartment five, took his seat,

and announced, "Gentlemen, fortune has smiled upon us.  The good

Lord has come through and answered our prayers.  We are about to

be joined by a vision of loveliness the likes of which you've

never seen.  She's fifteen, alone in my charge, on her way to

Glory, and so are we."



Marve Porter, a middle-aged dry goods clerk on his way to Saint

Louis said, "What gives, Reverend?"



"You'll see, but to make this journey interesting, you gentlemen

follow my lead.  Do any of you have qualms about tickling the

fancy of a minor?"



Harvey Greenglass, a reporter going west, sat forward and said,

"Not one damn bit, Reverend.  You lead, I'll follow."



Blake Edwards, an attorney returning to Indianapolis, said, "Have

you been given guardianship?"



"Absolute and unrestricted authorization to guide and discipline

as I see fit.  The child will verify that."



"If she does, I will support you--in court if need be.  I am

curious, though, her mother didn't seem the type to grant you the

type of liberties you are alluding to."



"Yeah, well her mother has her own kinks.  I practically molested

the kid right in front of her.  She didn't say a word about that,

and I dare say I could have slipped the kid some pork and she

would have still remained quiet.  That bitch is one big bundle of

repressed sexuality, just waiting to blow.  It's just too bad she

didn't come along.  I guarantee, this train ride would have

proved most interesting."



"Harvey said, "That bitch was finer than frog hair."



John said, "Yeah, and nothing winds my crank like a pious bitch

when she cuts loose."



The quiet older man in the black suit said, "I am Judge Krammer

of the third district in Denver.  I have known women like that;

I've had them in my court.  I do not doubt that what he says is

true.  The reverend made his intent clear to the woman.  Her

silent acceptance was as good as her blessing.  I can't afford a

scandal, but I support what you gentlemen are up to if I read you

correctly.  If we all take a solemn vow to support one another, I

don't see how anything negative can befall us."



John took out his Bible, held it out, and each man placed a hand

on it.  "Each of us here swears to abide by my authority over

Miss Catherine Maryweather, and will support me in the direction

I choose to mold and guide her character.  Say amen."   They all

said, "Amen", then John opened the bible, took out a silver

flask, and said, "Now, we seal our oath with a shot of bootleg

bourbon whiskey."



The men had a good laugh and a good shot.  Shortly afterwards,

the door opened slowly, and young Catherine Maryweather entered

with her two bags.  The men sucked in their collective breaths. 

John took her ticket from her, stuffed the bags under his seat,

then introduced her traveling companions.  While she offered her

hand, they took liberties with their eyes.  John sat, leaving

Catherine standing uncomfortably in the center of the small room

with her back to the window.  



The space between John and the judge was empty, but Catherine

waited for John to offer the seat to her.  She fought the urge to

hold her hands over her crotch, and kept the white knuckled fists

stiffly at her sides. 



John let his friends study her body, delighted that the mid-shin

length dress hid little.  Her bare feet were a nice touch as

well.  He liked the fact that she did not presume she could sit. 

Her subservient demeanor, standing erect but with eyes downcast,

putting her body on display as was clearly his intention, told

John he had a kindred spirit in Catherine Maryweather, one with

considerable acting ability, a bold and adventuresome spirit, and

a mind in tune with his own.  



He thought a bold demonstration was in order, but first, there

was the matter brought up by the attorney.  John said, "A

question was raised as to the scope of my authority over you,

Catherine.  Tell these gentlemen what your mother said before

leaving you in my charge."



Catherine appeared reluctant, but softly said, "My mother said

that the Reverend Cunnylicker had total authority over me.  She

said that I was to do anything he said, or I would suffer any

discipline he might choose."



Blake Edwards said, "Gentlemen, I suggest we write her statement

down, have her sign it, then get each man to sign as witness.  I

think we should each have a copy to protect ourselves."



Judge Krammer said, "I agree.  You never know what outlandish

things this child might say about our conduct.  People might

believe one small girl against five grown men."



Blake took out a pad and pencil, handed them to Catherine, and

asked that she write what she said.  Catherine did so, then Blake

made five copies that each man signed in witness.  When that

lengthy formality was done, and all were sitting back, admiring

Catherine's body, the door opened and the conductor entered,

saying, "Tickets."



He took one look at Catherine, then looked to John.  The two men

exchanged wry smiles.  The conductor addressed Catherine, while

punching their tickets, "I see your mother found you a suitable

chaperon to see you safely and soundly to your destination."  He

looked around the small room.  "You appear to be in excellent

hands, so I see no need to be checking on you as your mother

requested.  It is customary for passengers who don't wish to be

disturbed to offer a gratuity.  I wasn't sure you gentlemen knew

that custom."



John said, "I'm quite familiar with it.  Five dollars should

cover it."



"Ten."



"Seven-fifty."



The Judge interceded, "Gentlemen, let's not quibble.  I'll cover

the difference.  Everyone pitch in a buck, and I'll put six." 

The conductor took the money, then went up to Catherine, reached

under her dress, cupped her sex, and said, "You have a pleasant

journey, sweetlips."



His finger slipped inside her wet pussy, then rode out through

her cleft as he departed.  The bold contact with her cunt was her

first by a foreign finger, and she never felt anything so

wickedly delightful.  Her mother was obsessive about modesty, and

kept her under tight wraps and close scrutiny, being most

suspicious of Catherine's own father, a respected elder in the

church.  The men gawking at her body were the first male eyes to

see her intimate flesh, as the conductor raised her dress high in

parting.  



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound for Glory 2/6
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 1995 01:48:05 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <015331Z16111995@anon.penet.fi>

"Bound for Glory"  (Part two of six)  



John resumed.  "Catherine, move to the center, facing me, lift

your dress and step out wide.  Lift it high."



Catherine stood tense, blushing shyly, unsure what her response

should be to this outrageous order.  No decent girl would follow

it without protest.  Finally, she said, "Reverend Cunnylicker, I

don't think my mother would approve.  I think it's bad enough

that you made me remove my under garments.  She'll be livid when

she learns of this, I assure you."  



"Are you going to disobey me?"



"Well...no...If you insist, I have no choice.  I just want you

and these fine gentlemen to know that she didn't have this in

mind when she granted unlimited authority."



Blake Edwards said, "Catherine, I am an attorney, and that man is

a judge.  Unlimited authority has no limits or restrictions.  I'm

sure the reverend has his reasons for issuing the order, and you

are legally obligated to follow them or be punished as he sees

fit.  I'm afraid we must support the reverend.  To do otherwise

would place us in jeopardy.  He could sue us for contractual

infringement, obstruction of authority, corruption of legal

guardianship.  Those are serious offenses.  I am sorry, dear, but

for better or worse, this man as good as owns you.  If his

intentions are not honorable, there's not much anyone can do."



John said, "I'll ask again, are you disobeying my order?"



Catherine took a deep breath, moved into position, and lifted her

dress, bunching the material up to the underside of her breasts. 

She stepped out with her right foot and stood feigning reluctance

in offering the men her naked charms from mid-chest down.  John

said, "My intentions are not honorable, gentlemen, but that

should be no concern of yours.  You have my permission to examine

the girl."  



Heads dipped and hands reached out to stroke Catherine's ass,

thighs, and belly.  After a few seconds, those hands began

converging between her legs from front and rear.  Her expression

registered her sensory overload as a deep red blush.  Fingers

entered her two holes as she stood and grimaced.  John simply sat

back and watched her facial expressions go through the gamut from

indignation and shock, to acceptance and pleasure.



Catherine could not mask the growing arousal as fingers probed

deep in her cunt to feel her hymen.  Each man took a turn

marveling at her tight, smooth, interior.  The comments made her

blush deepen, and the fingers made her heart race.  John just

smiled, thanking his great fortune.  After a few more minutes, he

said, "Remove the dress completely."  



"Reverend, please, not that!"



"Would you like a taste of my belt?"



Catherine removed the dress, and hands swarmed over her breasts. 



"Now, while these men get to know the physical you, I think we

should explore the rest--your experience and background.  Place

your hand on this Bible and swear you'll tell the truth in

response to my questions."



Catherine placed her trembling hand on the offered Bible and

swore she would tell the truth.  John withdrew the good book and

said, "Now, place your hands behind your head, and move your legs

out wide.  Give these men easy access to all you have to offer

while you answer my questions."



Catherine's blush deepened as she assumed the provocative stance. 

The men crowded her on their knees as the judge stood behind her,

massaging her tits from behind while nuzzling her neck and

shoulders.  The flood of wicked sensations coming from between

her legs was almost overwhelming.



John said, "Tell us, have you ever touched your cunt for the

purpose of self stimulation?"



With an excited quiver in her voice, she said, "Yes."



"As I thought.  Have you ever seen a man's cock?"



"Yes.  My uncle Jeremy showed me his, and my father shows his

when he relieves himself."



"Do you stare at your father's cock while he's pissing?"



"I suppose, when he's not looking."



"Have you ever imagined your father's cock fucking your cunny?"



Catherine reddened, gulped, then hung her head and said,

"Well...yes, sometimes."



"Have you ever showed your cunt to a man or boy to excite him?"



She began warming to the personal questions and raised both her

voice and her head to say, "Yes.  I let my father see it, and I

show Uncle Jeremy my cunny quite often.  I show it to our

preacher, as well."  



The first two statements were true, but exaggerations.  Her

father did catch a glimpse by accident, and her Uncle Jeremy

(when left alone to babysit her) used to bathe her when she was

little.  The questions excited her, but she didn't want truthful

answers to mark her as a naive inexperienced child.  She added,

"Actually, I've let countless people see my cunny, but those are

the main ones."



"Interesting.  Now, when you showed these men your cunt, were you

hoping they'd get excited enough to fuck you?"



"I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far, but I wanted to see if

seeing my cunt would excite them.  Mostly, I just like to shock

people, especially church people."



"Do you like making cocks get hard, Catherine?"



"Yes.  Especially the preacher's cock.  He tries hard not to get

excited around me, but I excite him anyway.  I show him my cunt

every chance I get.  I'd let the preacher fuck me, but he won't

even try.  That's why I'm on this train.  He told my mother.  Now

I have to spend a year in Glory with a bunch of old biddies."



"Have you ever played with another girl's cunt?"



"Yes, my cousin Jennifer and my Aunt Harriet.  Jenny and I frig

off together."



"Did you suck each other's cunts?"



"Sure, me and Jenny do all the time.  Aunt Harriet sort of does

mine."



"What is sort of, and why didn't you lick hers in return?"



"We do it in the church, mostly.  I sit in the back pew between

her and Uncle Jeremy.  He pushes my skirts and petticoats up.  I

don't wear panties to church.  He pulls her head into my lap and

rubs her face in my pussy.  I open my legs as wide as I can so

her face can get down in the crack where it's wet and gooey. 

Jeremy likes to mistreat her like that, especially in church."



"Did you want to lick her cunt?"



The questions, along with the maddening fingers, were having

their intended effect.  Catherine began offering information. 

She could see that her answers had a profound effect on her

audience.  Marve Porter and Harvey Greenglass had their cocks out

and were jacking off, sometimes rubbing their cocks on her body. 

Having never seen a hard cock before, she was fascinated by them,

pleasantly surprised that they grew so big.  Both men had average

cocks, but Marve had an unusually thick one with large veins. 

Harvey's cock had the biggest crown, like a helmeted soldier, the

head being twice as thick as the shaft.



After a long pause, John repeated, "I said, 'Did you want to lick

her cunt?'" 



Catherine took a deep breath and said,  "Yes, but Jeremy

preferred that I just tease her by reaching under her dress and

into her panties.  She hates when I play with her pussy in

church, but she knows better than to try and stop me."



"Don't you worry about others seeing?"



"Not really.  Heads are always turning back, but it doesn't

bother me.  We're the only ones that sit in the very back.  Only

Preacher Thomas can see, but he only sees her head going into my

lap.  He knows what we're doing to Harriet; just about everyone

in the congregation knows.  My mother knows, that's why she won't

look back.  What she doesn't see can't embarrass her.  See no

evil is her motto.



"The preacher and Jeremy are good friends, mostly because Jeremy

lets him fuck Harriet.  He lets anybody fuck her.  Every

hypocrite in that church has fucked her.  My father fucked her. 

Sometimes, I place my feet wide apart on the seat of the pew,

then lift up to show my pussy to the preacher while he's trying

to preach his sermon.  That always makes him stammer and sweat. 

He loses his place when I pull my cunt lips open.  I have been

caught doing that so many times, I can't count them.  I like

taking chances.  My mother would die if she turned around."



Judge Krammer took his long slender cock in his hand and slid the

shaft between Catherine's legs from the rear.  His long dick slid

through her lips to poke out the front. Catherine looked in pain

with the desire to reach down and feel the cock with her hands,

but held steady.  Blake Edwards got on his knees before her and

toyed with her clit, leaning in for a lick or a nibble when the

judge's cock retreated.  Marve and Harvey amused themselves with

her tits or just rubbed their cocks on her body.  Catherine was

as hot and ready as any woman/child could be.  She only needed

the word from John to freely offer her ripe young body for

fucking.



John was in no hurry.  They had a long journey ahead, and the men

knew not to put their cocks in any hole without his nod.  There

was much more to the intriguing lass, and John wanted to keep

digging, building the sexual tension in the process.  Her

answers, he knew, would be much more interesting in her current

state, though he knew she was creating them as she went.  Her

fantasies were in her stories, and could be very useful in the

future.  He had already resolved that her destiny did not lie in

Glory.  



John asked the men to relax and sit down.  Catherine looked

frustrated, because she was nearing a climax when the hands and

cock abandoned her.  Cool air assaulted her sopping wet crotch

and saliva-coated nipples like a dash of ice water.  After a

pause to let everyone get resettled, and to allow Catherine to

cool, he resumed, saying, "I get the impression you are a

rebellious child, not fond of church.  I'm sure you must have

given your mother more cause to send you away than exposing

yourself to the preacher."



"You're right on both counts.  I am a very naughty girl, and I

hate church.  I drive my mother crazy.  I love driving her crazy. 

I love shocking her and humiliating her before her church

friends.  The thing with the preacher was just the straw that

broke the camel's back.  I never thought they'd send me away.

I guess they had to do something.  I was pretty wild and getting

wilder."



"Such as?"



"Well, for one, they couldn't keep clothes on me, but that was

toward the end.  Let me back up.  To start with, she caught me

showing my cunt to father.  When I say showing my cunt, I don't

consider standing naked in front of someone with my legs together

as showing my cunt.  My cunt is between my legs, and the part I

want to show is the inside, not the outside.  I want to show my

pink parts, my cunt hole, my clit, and my inner lips.  Who cares

about seeing the top part of a hairy crack.   I want them to see

my fuck hole, to see where their cocks will go if I let them put

it in.  That's the most important part of a woman, and that is

the part of me I want to show.  To do that, I need to get my legs

as wide apart as possible and pull my lips apart too.  That way,

they see it all; lips, clit, and the hole.  That's what my mother

caught me doing for father."



"Did she catch you often?"



"Oh yes, I'd only do it when she would catch me.  My father

doesn't care if she catches him looking.  He told her that if I

show it, he'll look, and the Bible be damned, he's only a flesh

and blood man.  She yells at me, but not him.  I'm used to her

yelling.  She pitches a hissy, quotes scriptures, calls me every

name in the book, but after it's all over, I do it again."



"Wicked child.  What else?"



"Can we take a break?  I want to fuck.  I am so fucking horny."



The men seconded that idea, but John told everyone to wait and

slow down.  John took his nine-inch cock out and began stroking

it, saying, "You'll get all the cock you can stand, Catherine. 

You men keep your hands off her for the time being.  Nobody's

getting any pussy until I pop her cherry, and I'm not ready.  Let

the girl talk.  Catherine, why don't you sit here beside me and

show your cunt the way you like to."



Catherine gladly accepted his offer and immediately took the seat

between John and the judge.  She laid her legs over their laps. 

She caught both walls with her bare feet, sitting in the splits,

then pulled her lips wide, saying, "Look at my hole and think

about shoving your cocks in there.  Look how pink, wet, and juicy

my pussy hole is, just itching to suck all the sperm from your

balls.  By the way, I want to get pregnant on this trip, so fill

me up with sperm.  I should be ripe."



John reached over and fingered her hole for himself, saying,

"I'll probably be the father of your baby since I'm going first,

but get back to your story.  You were telling us how you torment

your mother."



"Yes, I love doing that.  What drives her the craziest is the

things I do in church.  Showing my cunt in church is the sin of

sins, that's why I go all out in church.  I don't always sit with

Jeremy and Harriet.  Sometimes, I float around.  I love getting

between a man and his wife.   I'll step over and squeeze in if I

have to.  Of course, the first time I try anything, the service

gets interrupted by an angry wife.  There's yelling and pushing,

and I get escorted out, which is exactly what I want.  My mother

doesn't want me in church, but my father does.



"The church elders had a secret meeting to come up with a way of

dealing with me.  They decided that the best way was to totally

ignore me and allow the Holy Spirit to come in and drive out the

devil that made me do nasty things.  They figured that if they

could just keep me coming to church, and keep me in church, they

could save my soul.  They passed the word to every member that,

no matter what, the members were not to react to anything I might

do, or even look my way.  They would pretend I wasn't there. 

They came down hard on the wives, telling them it was their

Christian duty to endure the unendurable, that no one would look,

and that their sacrifice in loss of modesty would put jewels in

their crown when they got to heaven."  



"Why do I have a feeling your church leaders are all men."



"Of course.  Women have no place in running the church, not ours

anyway.  Well, when Jeremy passed that information to me, I

thought, 'Oh boy.  We'll see how long they can ignore me.'



"The plan split the church.  I'll tell you this, we found out who

the hypocrites were.  The elders are all hypocrites, and my

father is head elder.  Attendance dropped by one third after that

meeting, and to half after that first service.  I'd say the

congregation stabilized at one-hundred, and it pretty much stayed

that way.  Their dirty little game plan cost them dearly.  If you

ask me, that's why I got booted out.  One hundred members could

not keep the church going.  Good Christians would have no part in

it.  Few families brought young children.  Everyone else was

there to see a nasty sex show.  



"My mother was one that wanted to drop out, but my father would

not allow that.  She had to set the example, he told her.  

Father lectured her about how she, of all people, should be

willing to make sacrifices to save my soul, and that other women

would take their example from her.  My mother is not a hypocrite,

I'll give her that.  



"She was my first victim.  She earned her jewels, a bucket of

jewels.  I tore her clothes off, every stitch, not fast, either. 

I ripped piece after piece, hoping she'd break down.  She never

did.  She closed her eyes and prayed, even as I tore her panties

from her hairy cunt."



"Are you going to tell me nobody looked?"



"Are you kidding, everybody looked.  As you well know, my Mother

is very pretty, and she has a great body.  She is easily the most

beautiful woman in the county, and every man wants her--the

women, too, I'd imagine.  They got up out of their seats and

looked.  They crowded around her front pew seat.  I was kneeling

on the floor, pushing her legs up and laying them out to give

everyone a better look at her pussy.  



"People in the pew behind her held her ankles wide for me.  I

pulled her lips apart and showed her cunt hole, then went to work

on her naked, wide open pussy.  I rubbed that big old clitty and

finger-fucked her hole with three fingers.  Whatever she was

praying didn't work.  She climaxed and everybody knew it.  She

cried out, 'Oh, Lord Jesus,' while flailing her head.



"I wasn't through, not by a long shot.  I wanted everyone to see

the woman's cum leaking from her pussy hole.  I sat back and

pulled those fleshy lips wide.  The people filed by and peered

into my mother's gaping cunt, seeing the juice pouring from her

hole and running down her ass crack.  Woman spunk puddled in the

pew.  She could hear the feet shuffling by and didn't dare open

her eyes.  I scooped up the mess and smeared it on her face and

tits.  I coated my fingers then slipped them past her lips.  I

frigged her to another climax while fingering her asshole.  She

came again, harder than the first time.



"I spent that whole first Sunday on my mother.  I was the

service, and I was out to destroy her faultlessly pure image.  I

didn't accomplish that.  She was as pious as ever after that,

almost like a martyr; but I did humiliate her, and I exposed the

hell out of her.  I also showed the congregation what a lusty

wench she was.  After her third orgasm, she opened her eyes and

watched the people who were gawking at her body.  After the

fourth, her hands came down and pressed firmly on her inner

thighs, framing her cunt for them.  She sucked on my fingers

after the fifth or sixth orgasm, and she rubbed her own clit for

her final three.  



Those guys pulled so hard on her legs that she went ass up with

her head on the seat, her chin pressed to her chest.  Her cunt

was right over her mouth as she madly frigged off.  When she

came, her cum poured out and ran down her clit to drip on her

face.  She could lick her cum off her clit, and towards the end,

she could suck it and lick her hole directly.  She sucked herself

off for her last orgasm, in fact.  After the service, she had to

be carried out, wrapped in a blanket.



"The women stopped wearing their Sunday best after seeing what I

did to Mother's favorite dress.  They came in sack cloth and

brought a change to go home in.  My favorite target was the

Richardson family.  They have eight kids, and the mother, Alice

Richardson, loves being exposed in church.  She has no husband,

and they were poor.  She'd let me expose her whole body before

this secret meeting, even with the entire congregation and all

eight kids looking on.  She dressed to make the job easy for me,

wearing a simple, button-down-the-front house dress with nothing

on underneath.  



"Her three daughters wore the same, and they'd let me expose

their bodies as well.  One was seventeen, very sexy and pretty. 

One was my age, and the youngest was eleven, but she had titties. 

I love showing a mother's pussy to her kids.  The Richardson boys

would crawl over laps to look as I held their mother's pussy lips

open.  The girls wanted their pussies opened up, too.  People on

all sides looked.  Those in front turned back and stayed looking

back.  The girls were popular with the men, and they'd jockey for

seats in the pew before their favorite Richardson girl, leaving

their families to sit by themselves.  The pew in front of the

Richardson's was always all male, and all hypocrites.  



"Before the plan went into effect, Alice was the only mother I

could do that to.  Few people would have anything to do with her,

or the family for that matter.  They weren't even from our

county.  They came to our church so Alice and her girls could get

their kicks.  The wives would have run them off, but the elders

wouldn't stand for that.  I really need a cock in my cunt.  This

is torture."



"Not yet.  Finish the story."



Catherine looked at all the stiff cocks, licked her lips, then

said,  "Well, the next Sunday service was smaller.  We were down

to those who just wanted a sex show.  The preacher took leave

after the first Sunday charade.  We didn't know if he'd ever be

back.  My father filled in, but he held no service.  Like I said,

I was the service.  When I entered the church, all heads turned

to see who I'd assault, which lucky woman would get carried out

in a blanket.  The men outnumbered the women two to one.  Most of

the women who were there were all willing to endure the same

treatment my mother got.  Mother wore a sack dress and watched me

expectantly.  She was eager to serve the lord again, earn more

jewels, and get her rocks off.



"I went to her and led her to the front, climbed the dias, faced

her to the congregation, and removed her sack.  She was naked

under it.  I heard the room let out a gasp, but thought nothing

of it.  I threw the sack onto the floor and kicked gently at her

feet from behind.  She moved her feet out by a yard.  I pushed

her ass until her cunt jutted out, then got up close and reached

around her waist with both hands converging on her crotch.  

That's when I found out what the gasps were about, and why

everyone was fidgety, giggly, and tittering.  Her pussy was bald.



"Mother's cunt was as bare as a newborn's behind.  I pulled those

naked lips out as the congregation sat forward in their pews. I

fingered her cunt, then stuck my finger in her mouth.  She sucked

my finger.  I didn't even think she'd open her mouth.  This had

my pussy going, and I repeated the act several more times.  The

congregation loved it.  Mother had no shame.  I stepped down to

look at her myself, and she kept her crotch jutted out, then

reached down and opened her own cunt.  Her pussy looked damned

good, much nicer than with hair.  I had to admire her cunt and

her bold behavior.  I took off my clothes and got back up on the

dias, fingered my pussy, and let her suck on my fingers.  She

didn't balk at that either.



"I turned her around and made her kneel before me as I faced the

congregation in a wide-legged stance.  I stepped up to her with

me feet wide apart and thrust my cunt in her face.  She grabbed

my ass and started sucking my pussy.  The congregating went wild;

they loved it.  I humped my pussy in her face like dogs do when

they fuck.  She let me rub my cunt all over her face.  



"I even pissed in her face, but she kept licking, trying to catch

my piss stream.  When I was sure everybody knew I was pissing, I

let her catch my cunt and pissed the rest in her mouth.  She

nursed on my pissing pussy.  People were up crowding in on both

sides.  They saw her throat muscles swallowing as I pissed freely

in her sucking mouth.  When my pissing slowed to a dribble, Mom

eased back and pulled my lips open so the people could see her

lapping at my piss hole as I let piss dribble out on her tongue."



"Catherine, you lied to me, then.  You never mentioned this when

I asked if anyone ever sucked your cunt."



"Oh...Well...I was too embarrassed to tell you that my own mother

sucked my cunt.  I suppose this means I'll be punished for lying. 

I deserve it.  You're right: spare the rod and spoil the child. 

That's where they went wrong with me, but I know you will correct

that, and I want you to, often.  I won't be a baby about it."



"Lie over my lap, Catherine."



Catherine was not expecting he'd want to punish her at that

moment.  She dropped her legs to the floor, then moved over

John's lap with her creamy ass sticking up.  When she was ass-up

with her head near the floor, John delivered ten hard smacks that

brightly reddened her ass and made her squirm.  When she stood,

Catherine was pleasantly surprised that the stinging pain had

turned to a pleasant hot tingle.  She thanked John for correcting

her bad behavior without delay, then resumed her former position

and resumed her story after he admonished her not to tell more

lies.



Catherine swore she would not tell any more lies, then went on,

saying, "I had to respect her for what she did.  She stole my

show, stole my thunder, and didn't have to suffer any deeper

humiliation.  She'd sunk as low as she could get the prior week,

so nothing mattered as far as sexual humiliation was concerned. 

I could have led a pony on stage and she'd have sucked it's dick. 

What could I do?  I sent her to her seat.  She walked away

triumphant, and the congregation applauded her.



"I wasn't upset by this, but I was challenged to do something

bizarre to someone.  I owed the Richardson's some exposure, so I

went down the line and stripped them all.  I walked the center

aisle looking for an unwilling victim.  Some of those women had

been forced by their husbands to attend service, and I wanted the

best one of them.  Harriet was one, and she cringed when I looked

her way.  I decided to strip her while I pondered my choice.  I

dragged her up front, up the steps, then ripped the dress off

her, ripped everything off, took her shoes and all.  I stood her

facing front, made her stand with feet out, pushed her ass

forward, and said, 'Stay that way.'



"I returned to pacing the aisle and my eyes fell on the absolute,

most perfect victim.  I didn't think of her because I was sure

she wouldn't be in the congregation.  She had slunk so low in her

seat, I first thought she was a child; but it was her, and she

had her two sons with her.  Angela Peabody slapped my face for

touching her knee after I squeezed between her and her husband

one Sunday.  The resulting cat fight led to the secret meeting. 

Her husband was the elder that proposed the plan, I found out

later.



"Angela is very pretty, very sexy, and petit.  We're the same

height, but she has bigger tits and wider hips.  Oh boy did I

want that woman.  When she saw me looking right at her, she

turned white.  Tom, her husband, made her sit up, as if to say,

'Here she is, Catherine, come and get her.'  I went right over

and stood before her.  She looked up with these pleading eyes and

cried, 'Please don't, Catherine.  I beg you, please.'



"This was exquisite.  Everyone was up and crowding around us. 

Tom got up and slid his twelve-year-old boy in his place.  Her

ten-year-old was at her other side.  The setting was perfect. 

She wasn't wearing sack cloth; Tom had her in a sexy white dress. 

I reached for the top of her dress and began popping buttons as

she continued to plead.  We soon saw she wore no bra, and those

big jugs of hers had the men panting.  Her boys were leaning in

for a close look inside her parting top as I pulled out on the

flaps.  Her hands hovered over mine, wanting to grasp them, but

afraid to.  Tom had obviously told her she could not resist, and

Angela is a good obedient church wife.  



"I loved tormenting her and popped three buttons in rapid

succession, baring her breasts and exposing her to her belly

button.  She shrieked and started to cover her tits, then froze

and returned her trembling hands to hover over my hands.  Her

boys were fascinated by her big tits.  I said, 'Do you guys like

your mother's big fat titties?'  They nodded.  'Then feel them

and suck on them, slap them, pinch the nipples, do anything you

want to them.  Bite them hard; she'll like that.'



"They went right to work as she cried in protest, begging them to

stop when they did bite hard.  Their bites left teeth marks, even

on her nipples.  Brad, the older boy, chewed her right nipple

until it started to bleed.  She screamed her lungs out while he

chewed, but only the taste of blood made him ease up.  She

suffered terribly, but I took no pity on her.  I even suggested

he do the other one so that they'd be equal--equally mangled.  He

checked with his dad and got a nod, but when he finished chewing

on the other nipple, they weren't equal.  Her left nipple bled

like hell, and blood ran down her stomach to wet her white dress.



"While the boys mauled her tits, I popped three more buttons,

eager to see if she had panties on.  Just as I thought, she did

not.  The first curls of pussy hair were showing as she tried to

shield them from the hungry eyes.  Tom told her to place her

hands at her sides, and she quickly did so.  I popped another and

exposed her pubic patch, then popped another and exposed the top

of her crack.  Angela cried and begged, so I popped the rest and

flung the dress open.  While she cringed, I grabbed her knees and

thrust them wide open.  Her boys stopped biting her tits to look,

and Angela covered her face in her hands.



"Angela had the prettiest pussy I ever saw.  I mean, her cunt was

beautiful--neat, trim, and bright pink inside.  Her cunt lips

were flushed full from her arousal.  Her clit stood tall and

proud, making a liar out of her.  The bitch was loving it. 

Please, Reverend, can I stop to suck on Mr. Edward's cock?"



Blake Edwards had gotten up and stood before Catherine after a

nod from John.  She'd been jacking him off, while rubbing the

head on her clit as he stooped for her.  His cock was the largest

and the thickest.  Catherine pumped eleven inches of throbbing

man muscle.  When he stood straight, his cock was in her face. 

Catherine licked at his dick between words.  The hunger in her

eyes burned like a fire.



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound for Glory 3/6
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 1995 01:47:43 UTC
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Message-ID: <015323Z16111995@anon.penet.fi>

"Bound for Glory"  (Part three of six)



John said, "There will be time enough for cock sucking after you

finish your stories.  Now, Angela, you were telling how she

looked turned on."



"Yes, I pulled her ass to the forward edge of the pew and pushed

her legs back.  Her boys took them from me and yawned her wide. 

I peeled back her lips and gave everyone a good long look inside. 

Without being invited, both boys toyed with and fingered her

pussy.  They were doing such a good job, I let them work her

over.  I sat back and watched along with everyone else.  Those

boys made her cum in under a minute.  Right before she came, she

took her hands from her face and watched them playing with her

pussy.  I think that triggered her orgasm.  Her hands went to her

tits and she squeezed them hard, forcing out more blood as she

came.  After the climax passed, she rolled her bleeding nipples

in her fingers and gazed on her pussy, watching her boys spread

her wetness all over her inner thighs and crotch, mixing vaginal

wetness with the blood that ran down from her tits.



"Inspired by my earlier performance, the older boy brought a wet

hand to her mouth and pressed it to her lips.  Her tongue pushed

through the fingers and was soon licking the hand as he turned

and spread the fingers for her.  The other boy was ready with

another wet hand, and she licked it, allowing him to put his

fingers in her mouth.  Her own fingers stole down to her crotch

and she began rubbing her clit.  When the next hand arrived, she

said, 'Wipe it on my tits.'



"He did, and she pulled her tit to her mouth and licked off all

of her bloody cunt juice.  Both boys brought more, coating both

tits, while she frigged herself and sucked her injured titties. 

They wrote the filthiest words they knew all over her face and

body, using her own blood as ink.  I asked the boys if they

wanted to fuck their mother, and they both nodded eagerly. 

Angela didn't say a word as each boy stripped naked.  Brad went

first.  She guided his cock into her hole.  She continued

frigging her cunt while he fucked her.  He filled her pussy with

his cum, then the little one took over and added his cum.  



"During the fucking, my father drew me aside and said,

'Catherine, every man in the congregation would be eternally

grateful to you if you made us fuck Angela Peabody.'  I took

father's cock out and led him over to Angela as the young boy

moved away.  I guided father's big cock to her cunt hole and he

did the rest.  Not everyone got to fuck her, but I guided twenty

cocks into her hole before the service ended.  She sat in a pool

of sperm, gallons of sperm, and she had to be carried out as

well.  Now can I have some cock?  Please?"



"All in good time, Catherine.  How long did this charade go on?"



"For eight Sundays."



"That last Sunday must have been something.  It got you kicked

out.  What happened?"



"I made everybody get naked, then I paired up sons with mothers,

fathers with daughters.  I made guys screw other men's wives, and

I made the women suck each other's pussies.  What got me in

trouble was bringing the dog in and making a little girl let him

fuck her.  She was only twelve, and they had to hold the mother

and the girl.  When the dog pulled out, I whipped her pussy with

a bull whip.  Two men held her up-side-down by the ankles, like

making a wish.  I was so turned on after watching that dog fuck

her, I almost killed the kid.  I whipped her pussy to a bloody

pulp.  Afterwards, the mother threatened to go to the police. 

They had to get me out of there.  That's the real reason they

sent me away, for my own protection.



"Catherine, you are a gifted liar, but a fine story teller.  Now,

I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or

so help me, I will flay the skin off your cute cunt with a bull

whip."  Catherine gulped and turned white.  "I can tell when you

are lying, so don't even try.  Now, we will begin again.  Have

you ever, before today, seen a man's hard cock?"



Catherine quietly said, "No."



"Have you ever seen a woman's naked cunt?"



"I...Uh...No?"



"Have you ever seen anyone fuck?"



"No, but I've heard people fucking."



"Have you ever touched anyone's genitals, or has anyone ever

touched yours in the last ten years?"



"Well...I sucked on a baby's dick."



"I'm impressed.  Now, then, where did you get this information

for your stories?"



"My Uncle Jeremy has a collection of dirty books hidden in his

cellar.  I've been sneaking them out and reading them for years."



"It shows.  Catherine, I won't punish you for your stories. 

Creative lying is a gift.  I think the gift should be rewarded

and encouraged, but between you and me, there must be absolute

truth when I ask for the truth.  If it happens again, you will be

severely punished.  Right now, you're going to get fucked.

You will find out for yourself why reading about the act and

doing the act differ greatly.  You must decide which is better,

but I am sure you'll agree they are not the same.  I'm afraid

you're going to be sorely disappointed by the volume of sperm you

get.  Two tablespoons would be impressive.  You should know that

females don't cum like men do."



"Thank God; I thought my pussy was defective.  Nothing ever pours

out, I just get really wet and gooey."



"Will one of you gentlemen sit in my place and hold her left leg. 

Judge, will you do likewise with the other?"



Blake took John's place.  John got on his knees before Catherine

and angled his hard cock to her open vagina.  Sweat beaded on

Catherine's brow as she watched the purple head moving closer to

her hole.  The contact made her flinch.  "Having second

thoughts?"



"No.  I want to get fucked, but I am a little scared.  You're so

big.  Will it hurt?"



"Yes, but the pleasure that follows should compensate."  He

shoved, and the head plowed her lips open, sinking in past her

cuntal ring.  Catherine grimaced and drew in a sharp breath. 

"That wasn't the pain.  Try to relax."  He pushed gently, and

slowly gained two more inches of entry.  She grimaced tighter,

gritting her teeth.  He gained another inch and felt the

resistance of her hymen.  "Are you ready?  This will hurt, but it

won't hurt for long."



Catherine looked apprehensive, staring at her pussy and at the

lips stretched paper thin around his thick shaft.  She nodded and

he slapped her face hard.  Catherine, looked stunned and brought

a hand to her cheek.  Tears welled in her eyes.  "Why did you

slap me?"



"Look."  Catherine looked to her vagina and saw that all but two

inches of his cock was inside.  "Your cherry is broken,

Catherine.  Except for the slap, you didn't feel a thing, did

you."



"No.  Is that why you slapped me?"



"That's why."



"Oh, Reverend.  I'm so stuffed.  Fuck me.  Put more in.  Put it

all in.  Fuck my pussy."



"Reverend John Cunnylicker, at your service."  John began easing

more cock inside as he built a steady humping rhythm.  Catherine

stared at her cunt, watching her small pudenda gobble up the big

dick.  She experienced more pain, but the pain was bearable and

even enjoyable as the fullness and stuffed feeling increased. 

Before long, their pubic hairs merged.  After ten minutes, his

pubic mat flattened hers and she begged to be fucked harder and

harder.



The men watched with throbbing erections in hand, eager to sample

the lusty teen's delightful young cunny.  The judge lost control

and shot a thick rope of cum in Catherine's face, then peppered

her titties with the rest.  Catherine gathered the sperm on her

fingers and licked her fingers clean, delighted at her first

taste of sperm.



Catherine was deliriously thrilled at the prospect of taking more

cock after John finished.  She rubbed her clitty and cried, "Fuck

a baby in my pussy, Reverend.  I want your baby.  After you cum,

make them wait a while.  I'll suck them all off and let them cum

in my mouth.  I'm dying to suck real cocks and swallow sperm.  I

can swallow a cucumber whole.  I've been practicing.  I want your

sperm to have the best chance.  I want to be able to tell my

mother that you raped me all the way to California, and now I am

pregnant with your baby.  She'll simply die, and it will all be

her fault.  You don't care if I tell her that, do you?"  "



"No, but you'll make the call from some place other than Glory. 

She gave you to me until you reach California.  That won't be for

many more months.  We change trains for New Orleans in

Pittsburg."



"Oh yes, I love it.  Raped and abducted.  Can we call her from

Pittsburg.  I am dying to tell her what you did to me.  We can

call her from every place we stop."



"Why not call her from hotel rooms so we can talk to her while

I'm screwing you."



"Oh fuck, yes!  Oh, John, we must.  You must talk filthy to her

and describe what you're doing to me.  Oh fuck, my pussy.  I'm

cuminggggggggggggg!  Ah!  Ahhhhhhh!  Oh fucking god damn mother

fucker, Christ.  Fuck my cunt you mother fucking preacher.  Knock

me up, you bastard!  Ahhhh!  Yessss!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fucking, god

damn mother fucking cunt ass dick sucking whore, yessss!"



The men were stunned by the violence of her climax.  Her filthy

invectives poured out as sperm (at least a tablespoon full)

squirted from the edges of her tightly sealed vagina.  John was

no less shocked.  He slowly extracted his spent rod from her

quivering cunt.  Catherine's head lolled on her shoulders, then

fell forward, chin resting on her chest.  Slowly, her eyes

lifted, then her head lifted.  She looked up at John's smug grin

and smiled, "I like fucking better than reading about fucking."



"I thought you might."



"John, calling my mother is the best idea ever, especially if you

will talk filthy to her and tell her what you are doing to me. 

If you'll do that, I'll be your willing sex slave."



"You have a deal, kid.  To make this interesting, lets make a

wager.  I'll wager one-thousand dollars against one-thousand you

will earn for yourself whoring your pussy, that I can get your

mother to get off on the calls.  This might take time, maybe two

or three calls.  Let's say two weeks is the limit and make this a

real challenge.  If you mother doesn't start encouraging me,

no...if your mother doesn't openly masturbate while we both talk

to her, I'll put one-thousand dollars in a bank account in your

name."



"I love that wager, just because I know you'll be calling her

often, but you'll lose.  I don't want your money, Reverend.  I

don't want to get anything.  I just want to be used.  When you're

through using me, just cast me off, naked and pregnant,

destitute.  I want that."



"All right, but I like to wager, so we'll change the stakes.  I

want you to have a vested interest in winning, or you'll never be

convincing on the phone.  If we're both trying to turn her on,

she won't buy the abduction bullshit.  Here's the deal.  If I

win, you remain my whore for life, only I'll sell you to white

slavers who will take you to the middle east.  You won't like

that, trust me."



"Your right, I'd hate it.  That would be awful."



"You wouldn't live long, but that's the merciful part.  If I win,

I'll sell you.  You'll bring me about ten grand.  I'd hate to do

that to you, kid, but I'm a businessman.  I am also an honest

betting man.  If I lose, I will cast you off, just like you want-

-eight months pregnant, buck assed naked, penniless and destitute

within driving distance of home.  I'll even call them and tell

them where you are.  That's the deal.  Do you still want to take

it?  Before you answer, let me say this.  I wouldn't sell you

otherwise.  I might hang on to you for a few years, and get my

ten grand that way, by pimping your ass, but I won't be making

any calls to mommy if I do that.  The stakes are high.  You think

hard.  Once we shake on the terms, the bet stands firm."



Catherine believed him and seriously pondered the wager.  The

stakes were high, she reasoned, but he didn't know her mother. 

The woman had no sexual urges.  How she ever conceived a child

was a mystery--immaculate conception, no doubt.  On the other

hand, the reverend knew his business when it came to matters of

sex, and obviously knew women of all types, and he did meet her

mother.  Being sold to slavers and taken to a foreign land was

one fantasy she loved for other girls and women, but she never

saw herself as the victim.  She had read many stories on that

theme, and all ended in gruesome deaths for the captive maidens

after horrendous sexual servitude.



Catherine sweated her decision, but the prospect of no calls

finally swayed her to accept.  They agreed on terms, and those

were that her mother had to masturbate without being told to do

so.  She had to freely admit she was masturbating, and she had to

suggest, offer without prompting, that the reverend do something

sexual to Catherine.  



When the reverend offered up that additional condition, Catherine

relaxed.  Her mother might possibly fall under his spell, get

turned on, and lose control, but she would never, under any

circumstances, suggest he do anything sexual to her.  To further

add peace of mind, he said, "In addition, she has to tell you to

do something sexual to me--not ask, tell, order you."



Catherine stuck out her hand, saying, "You have a bet, mister." 

They shook and sealed their wager.  Catherine then said, "Now, I

want to suck some cock.  Who wants to be first?"



Blake Edwards said, "Hold on, now.  I'm all for this wager, but

if you make that call, her mother will go to the feds. 

Kidnapping is now a federal offense.  They can find out who was

in this compartment."



John said, "Don't worry.  She won't call the feds or any police

agency.  She won't want anyone to know after I tell her what we

did to her little Christian lady.  No, she'll want to call on the

powers of God to rescue her girl.  God won't tell."



Catherine offered, "He's absolutely right about that.  She won't

want anybody to know, not even father."



The Judge said, "Perhaps you're right, but telephones have ears

at both ends.  Switchboard operators are notorious for eaves

dropping."



John said, "True, and I hope they do.  They'll get an earful, but

as you well know, operators who eaves drop and tell get fired."



Catherine offered, "If we call Mother on Sunday night, there's

little chance our local operator can listen in.  Only one girl

works Sunday night, and she's so busy she couldn't possible stop

to listen in.  Mother knows that, so she won't be too concerned

with eaves droppers."



Blake said, "And when you don't show up in Glory, what then?"



"I'm with a reverend doing missionary work in Asia.  She'll think

of something, trust me."



"I wish we could," said the judge.



John said, "Suit yourselves, gentlemen.  We're going to make the

calls.  Now, you can watch me enjoy her all the way to Pittsburg

and twiddle your thumbs, or you can get your dicks sucked and

fucked all the way to Pittsburg.  If a man isn't willing to take

risks for pussy like this, he doesn't deserve pussy like this."



Harvey stood and said, "Fuck it!  I've seen this bitch fuck, and

she's worth doing hard time."  He stepped up and offered her his

cock.  Catherine smiled and took his dick in her hands,

reverently rubbing the head on her face while cooing pleasantly. 

She planted kisses all over his cock and balls, then slipped her

soft lips over the head and sucked him down her throat in one

long, slow, gag-suppressed motion.  Her cheeks hollowed under the

intense suction as her swallowing throat muscles milked his cock. 

Harvey's knees buckled and he sank to kneel on the seat's edge as

Catherine followed, pulling her mouth tightly to his groin with

her hands clutching his ass."



Marve said, "I'm next."  The judge said, "Count me in."

Blake said, "Maybe we'll all share a cell.  I guess I'm last."



Catherine did get her fill of cock on the twenty-hour trip to

Pittsburg.  In that time, she took twelve loads of cum into her

gullet, eight loads up her ass, and twenty-one in her virgin

pussy.  She had to be helped from the train, wrapped in a

blanket.



They spent two days in a fine hotel, recovering, but enjoying

several sessions of soft, easy sex while living on room service. 

Catherine stayed naked the entire time, even as bus boys, bell

hops, and maids came and went.  Catherine enjoyed being seen

naked by the help.  John took a great risk to give her that

pleasure, but John liked taking risks as long as they were

hedged.  



He won over key management people with the aid of Catherine's

talented mouth, and his generous tips kept the mouths of staff

people closed.  The entire male contingent of the large hotel

found an excuse to come to room 1456 at one time or another. 

Catherine showed her pussy shamelessly.  She and John played the

role of husband and wife, though few bought the obvious charade. 

Even wearing four-inch heels and heavy makeup, Catherine looked

fifteen, at best.  The staff, however, elected to see them as

they'd signed in--Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Honeycut--and Mrs.

Honeycut quickly became very popular with the staff.



The first phone call was set for Sunday night, the second day in

the hotel.  John sat with Catherine in his lap, his cock buried

in her cunt, her hand buried in her crotch.  They could both

listen and use the phone.  They waited until nine.  Catherine's

father retired early and her mother stayed up until ten, reading

scripture, or so Catherine and her father thought.  Catherine's

bedtime was nine.  Between nine and ten was Annabelle's quiet

time, time for herself, and Catherine had strict orders never to

violate that sacred time.  Her father never woke up in the night;

so, once he went to bed, Annabelle had the house to herself.  The

phone ringing in her quiet time rattled Annabelle's nerves, and

she answered angrily, "Who is calling at this hour?"



"The Reverend John Cunnylicker at your service, Madam."



"What?  Where are you?  What's wrong?  Is Catherine all right?"



"No, Catherine is not all right.  I had to blister her ass with

my belt for not fucking back hard enough."



"How dare you?  I'll have you arrested.  Where is my daughter? 

Let me speak to her."



"Here, speak."



"Mother!  Oh Mother, he's awful.  He raped me, Mommy.  They all

raped me."



"Oh my God!  Oh my God, NO!  Catherine, my baby.  Where are you?"



"I don't know, Mommy.  I'm blindfolded and tied to a bed

somewhere.  Mommy, I'm naked."



"Oh, Lord Jesus!  Catherine are you hurt, baby?"



"Well, sort of.  He beats me with a belt if I don't do what he

says, but that's not the worst.  I'm sore, so sore, but I can't

say where."



"I know baby.  Oh precious.  It's all my fault.  I knew he was no

good, I just knew it.  Why didn't I listen to the Holy Spirit

trying to warn me.  There was no time.  The train was moving.  I

panicked.  Can you ever forgive me, Catherine?"



"I forgive you, but what are we going to do?  He's going to keep

me and...and...I can't say it."



"Catherine, listen.  You say what you have to say.  The Lord will

understand, and I certainly do.  Now, what are his plans?"



"I can't say those words, not to you, Mother."



"Baby, please.  I have to know.  Say any words you want.  I don't

care what they are, but I must know."



"Well...okay...he, he says he is going to sell my, my...pussy."



"Oh Lord Jesus."  The phone went silent for several seconds, then

Annabelle said, "Catherine, pray.  Pray like Mommy taught you. 

Jesus will not abandon you.  Baby, can you put him back on the

phone?"



"Reverend John Cunny..."



"Stop right there, you son of a bitch!  You let my daughter go

right now.  Do you hear me?  Let her go in the name of God, or so

help me..."



"Now, you stop right there.  I'll let her go when I'm good and

ready.  I don't fear your god, bitch.  I serve the devil, and

I've got your little Christian bitch tied spread-eagled, buck

assed naked on my bed with my sperm pouring out of her tight,

juicy, ex-virgin cunt.  I call the shots now, not you, and not

your god."



Annabelle's tone tempered considerably.  She was almost in her

normal speaking voice with just a slight edge to it, "What do you

want, money?  We have no money."



"I don't need your money.  Your daughter's pussy is a gold mine,

and I plan to mine that pussy until the gold runs out."



John waited out a long silence, then heard, "You'll never get

away with this.  Kidnapping is a federal offense.  They kill

kidnappers.  You'll fry in the electric chair, then fry in Hell."



"I love living dangerously; besides, you're not going to tell

anyone.  I know you, Annabelle.  I know you much better than you

think.  By the way, taking that tumble to show me your fine

spread was a nice touch.  Letting your legs fall open while you

were up-ended looked accidental.  I'm sure everyone bought it. 

I've thought about your silky-soft, creamy inner thighs every

time I fucked Catherine.  Sometimes I pretend her cunt is yours. 

>From the glimpse I got of your wet cunt through your thin

panties, I'd say your pussies are very much alike.  You both have

juicy twats.  You keep yours nice and trim.  I like that."



"That was an accident.  I had no intention of showing you any

part of me, much less that part.  You have Catherine.  Why are

you talking to me?"



"Because I thought it would be fun to talk to you while I fuck

your daughter."



"You sick bastard.  I'll hang up."



"If you do, you'll never see her again.  There will be no more

calls.  Humor me and I'll eventually tire of her.  One day, I'll

let her go home.  She'll be pregnant.  Maybe you don't want her

back pregnant.  If you don't want her back pregnant, just hang

up."



"I want her back.  Okay, I'll talk.  I'll humor you if you swear

you'll release her afterward."



"I will release her when I tire of her."



"Swear to it."



"What good will my oath be.  I lie just for the fun of lying. 

Truth is, she's no good to me when she can't fuck for money. 

When her belly gets big, I'll just dump her off somewhere and

find another.  If you humor me, I'll dump her off alive.  If you

don't, I'll dump her body."



"I'll humor you.  What is it you want from me?"



"I don't want anything from you, just your company.  I'm putting

my cock at Catherine's pussy hole.  She's making a face. 

[Catherine frigged her clit excitedly.]  I think her pussy is

still sore.  Those other four men worked her cunt over pretty

good--her asshole and mouth too.  Your little girl sucks a mean

cock.  Do you know your daughter can take an eleven-inch cock

down her throat and lick the balls.  It's fucking impressive,

Annabelle.  I sure wish you could have seen her in action.  She

would have made you proud."



"You're lying.  No woman could do that."  



Catherine cried out in a subdued voice with her head turned away

from the mouth piece, "Please, don't tell my mother about that,

please!  Tell her you were teasing, and I'll do it the way you

like."  



"Did you catch that, Annabelle?"



"Yes, I caught it.  You've corrupted her.  You are putting that

child through hell, can't you see what you're doing?"



"I see fine, Annabelle.  Oh, yeah, that feels good, Catherine. 

Damn, she's still tight.  Amazing how much punishment these young

pussies can take and still spring back.  Have you ever been

fucked by an eleven-inch cock, Annabelle?"



"Don't do this.  I beg you."



"It wasn't mine, but Catherine has.  Mine is nine inches long and

as thick as her wrist.  Inch number nine just went in."  



Catherine cried, "Ughhh...No...Stop...It hurts!"  



"Yep, she's sore all right."



"Please, John, don't hurt her.  If you must do this, be gentle."



"I'll try, but she sure likes it when I pound her box hard.  Not

at first, but once her cunt gets nice and juicy.  Does your cunt

get nice and juicy real fast like hers does?  Did she inherit

your pussy, Annabelle?"



"I wouldn't know."



"You don't know if your own cunt gets juicy?"



"I wouldn't know if she inherited my cu...vagina."



"Oops, you almost said a dirty word, didn't you?  Say, I'll bet

you'd love to be able to talk nasty when we have our talks and

still remain true to your faith.  I have an idea.  Oh, yeah, now

she's liking it.  Yeah, baby, you like John's cock now, don't

you?  I'm sorry, Annabelle.  Catherine distracted me when she

started fucking back.  Where was I?"



"You said you had an idea."



"An idea about what?"



"For allowing me to talk dirty and remain loyal to my Christian

faith."



"Oh, yes.  We must preserve that.  Here's my idea.  I'll require

you to use only the filthiest language, you know, to humor me. 

You must humor me if you want to save your daughter.  Will that

work, Annabelle?"



"If you put it to me that way, the sin will be yours, not mine."



"Good, consider it done.  Hey, we can go one better.  I'll bet

you'd love to be able to speak freely of your most intimate

secret thoughts, saying them out loud without fear of sinning.  I

have an idea on how we can arrange that as well.  Are you

interested?"



"I'm listening."



"You can't lie.  That is part of your ten commandments, right?"



"You know it is, so?"



"So, I'll ask what you're thinking, dig into your fantasies,

probe your past sins and secret desires.  You'll have to answer

to humor me, and your answers must be the truth.  That will work,

don't you think?  Your sins have all been forgiven."



"That's true.  If I must humor you in that way, I suppose I can

do that without incurring new sin."



"Holding back information is as good as lying."



"I am well aware of that, but I will offer nothing you didn't ask

for."



"Don't worry.  I'll be general so your answers can be all-

encompassing."



"Are you telling me I must provide all pertinent and related

information for my answer to be a full and truthful disclosure?"



"Just a minute.  Hey, slow down, kid.  I'm trying to talk to your

mother.  We're in no hurry, just move easy.  You're going to make

me cum too fast.  If you do that, I'll whip your cunt.  Yeah,

just do that.  Lift and drop, lift and drop, nice and easy.  Just

be content to fuck yourself on the last six inches.  Okay,

Annabelle, where were we?"



"You were going to order me to be all inclusive in my answers."



"Right, consider it an order.  Well, does that cover the bases? 

Can you be completely free and open without incurring any sin?"



"Yes, I believe I can, now."



"Great.  This will be fun, Annabelle.  You don't get to have much

fun in this earthly life do you?"



"No, but my reward will come.  You can have your fun now, but you

will pay dearly in the hereafter."



"I'd rather have my fun now.  You're a very lucky women."



"This should be good for a laugh, but I don't feel like

laughing."



"No, think about it.  As long as I have Catherine and continue

these calls, you will be able to have the best of both worlds. 

You can have fun and be assured of your heavenly reward.  I do

want you to have fun, Annabelle.  I must confess, I was quite

smitten by your purity and beauty.  You are a very sexy woman. 

The fact that you are such a good and faithful Christian makes

you that much more desirable to a man like me."



"I can well imagine.  I will accept that compliment, Mr.

Cunnylicker."



"Sometimes, I wish I had abducted you.  Sometimes, I wish it were

your cunt I was fucking."



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound for Glory 4/6
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 1995 01:48:13 UTC
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"Bound for Glory"  (Part four of six)



"Well, you picked her.  If you release her, I will take her

place.  If I give my word, I would have to follow through."



"A noble Christian gesture, Annabelle.  I would expect that from

you.  You get more desirable every minute.  I'll pass that along

to Catherine when I'm finished fucking her...well, actually,

she's fucking me.  She'll be proud, I'm sure.  Unfortunately, I

could not risk being set up.  This will have to do, but I will

call you regularly.  I will have you in spirit if not in fact. 

Your daughter can serve as your surrogate when we talk.  I wish

you had a boy that could bring you as much pleasure as Catherine

is bringing me.  I think it would be great if you were getting

sex, too.  There must be a way."



"Are you suggesting I take a lover--a boy lover, perhaps?"



"Yes, Annabelle, someone other than your husband to fuck you.  It

doesn't need to be a boy, but I'd want you to have a virile young

stud if you can't have me.  Oh, well, that would be tempting the

Lord's willingness to forgive."



"God's willingness to forgive knows no bounds, John."



"Are you sure you wouldn't jeopardize your Christian standing if

I were to order you to find a boy lover."



"To save my daughter's soul, nothing would be too great a

sacrifice.  I offered to become your whore in order to save her

soul.  Taking a lover to humor you would be no greater

challenge."



"I don't know, Annabelle."



"John, I know my Bible.  You let me worry about protecting my

faith.  What were you going to say?"



"I don't know, Annabelle.  I think that might be pushing you too

hard.  I don't want to jeopardize our phone relationship."



"Now, you listen to me, John Cunnylicker; there is nothing you

can say or demand that will make me give up on my daughter,

nothing.  Now, what were you going to say?"



"All right.  If you're sure.  Surely you have a youthful admirer

that would jump at the chance to fuck you?  He'd be serving the

Lord, in a way."



"Well...In truth, there is a young man who seems interested, but

he will not serve the lord.  He's one of your flock."



"Even better.  What better choice could there be for my surrogate

than one of my own brethren?  Do you think he'd be interested? 

Could you lure this lad to your bed?"



"If I were ordered to do so, to humor you, to save my daughter's

soul I could.  I'm sure he'd jump at the chance."



"Consider it an order.  I will call you back on the sabbath, same

time.  See that the job is done by then.  If he is satisfactory,

make him your steady lover.  If not, find another, but make your

selection by Sunday.  Deny him nothing.  We will get together on

the telephone every Sunday at this time until I release

Catherine.  That is your order, Annabelle."



"Very well, if I must."  



"Do you anticipate any problem seducing this lad?"



"No, but I have no experience seducing young men or any man. 

Earl is the only man I've known in the biblical sense."



"Say that again, but use the filthy terms.  No more clean

language for you, Annabelle.  Catherine's ass will suffer your

slips."



"It won't happen again.  I meant to say, Earl is the only man

I've ever fucked.  Is that more to your liking?"  Catherine

squeezed her legs together and rubbed her clit furiously, biting

her lip to keep from crying out.



"Much better.  The word fuck sounds good on your sweet holy lips,

Annabelle."



"Fuck is a word that has never crossed these lips.  I must

confess, it felt strange to form the words, fuck and fucked."



"That was good that you remembered to confess your thought as it

occurred.  You are, indeed, a woman of your word."



"Actually, I was not aware I had to do that.  I was simply

stating an observation."



"Well, now you know."



"In that case, then I must confess to liking the idea of seducing

the young man.  I pictured him naked.  I pictured his hard, naked

cock, fucking my pussy as yours is fucking my daughter's at this

very moment.  You are still fucking her, aren't you?"



Catherine lost it.  She bounced on John's cock while holding a

hand clamped over her mouth.  The other hand rode her clit

throughout her climax.  John could not talk, either.  Catherine's

wild gyrations threatened to drive him over the edge, and he had

to count backward from one-hundred.  Annabelle waited a few

seconds, then said, "Did you hear that?  Why no comment?"  



A few seconds more passed, then John said, "Sorry, I had to set

the phone down to loosen the bindings on Catherine's legs.  She

needs more freedom of movement to hump her cunt on my cock."



"How nice for you.  Did you hear what I said? 



"Nothing after telling you to reveal your thoughts as they

occur."



"I said, 'In that case, then I must confess to liking the idea of

seducing the young man.  I pictured him naked.  I pictured his

hard, naked cock, fucking my pussy as yours is fucking my

daughter's.'  Or should I say, as my daughter's pussy is fucking

your nine-inch cock?  Does that please you?"



"Very much.  Catherine wants an orgasm, and you have driven me to

want one as well.  You are perceptive.  I'm not fucking her; I'm

letting her freely fuck her cunt on my cock."



"I was wondering how you two were positioned?"



"I am on my knees, between her legs.  My cock is in her pussy and

she is doing all the work, humping her cunt on my dick, going

from the base to the tip.  Sometimes, she gets carried away and

goes off too far.  That's the only time I have to touch my cock,

to put it back at her hole.  If the line goes silent, that's what

I'm doing."



Catherine placed her hand over the mouth piece and whispered,

"Tell her that you just hold your cock steady, and I search for

it until I capture it with my cunt.  Remember, I'm blindfolded."



While Catherine whispered to John, Annabelle said, "I must

confess; that is a delightfully wicked image."



"You needn't preface every statement with I was thinking, or I

must confess, or I was wondering.  Just speak your mind, the

confession is understood.  You may be interested to know that I

don't stick my cock in.  I simply hold steady.  Catherine has to

use her cunt to search blindly for the head of my dick before she

captures it with her pussy, then wiggles down the shaft.  She's

quite good at it."



"I'm sure she is.  My fingers are in my panties, John.  I am

playing with my pussy.  I am fingering my cunt, imagining my cunt

trying to capture that young man's cock the way Catherine is

capturing yours.  Make your cock slip out again, then describe

how she captures it.  Describe Catherine's pussy to me.  I

haven't seen it since she was a baby."



John covered the mouth piece and said to Catherine, "Two down;

one to go."



"Oh God, John.  I never thought she'd be this easy.  Please hang

up.  Don't push her any more.  This isn't fair.  I need time to

come up with a strategy to counter yours."



Annabelle said, "What's taking so long?"



John smiled triumphantly to Catherine, then said, "Okay, it's out

and I'm leaning back, making her stretch for it.  I'm holding my

cock out of reach.  She has to hold her cunt up so I can describe

it."



Catherine cried out, "He's lying, mother.  I'd never do that. 

I'm not moving.  I can't move.  He's just doing it to me, and I

hate it."



John said, "As you might expect, she's embarrassed by her

shameless behavior."



"I'm sure.  I believe you, John.  I will ignore what she says. 

Just go on.  Tell me what her cunt looks like."



"Beautiful, like yours, I'm sure.  She's very wet.  Her cunt hole

is stretched open.  Her clit is up and throbbing between her

puffy cunt lips."



"I have puffy cunt lips.  Describe her clit."



"She has a long narrow clit when it gets erect as it is now, but

it hides between her lips when she stands with her feet together. 

I've never seen a clit that has such a range.  Right now, it is

sticking straight up, an inch out of her crack like a little boys

prick."



"Yes, that's how mine is.  Mine is up.  I'm flicking my clit with

my finger.  I took my clothes off.  I'm sitting in a chair with

my legs hung over the arms.  I love flicking my big clit.  Is she

still trying to get her pussy hole over your big cock, John?"



"Yes.  I let it move close enough for her to get her cunt over

the head.  This drives her crazy.  She wants it all."



"Give it to her slowly, John.  Torment her.  Make her beg.  I

want to hear her beg for your cock."



John cupped the mouth piece and said to Catherine, "Go ahead and

beg after a while.  We need to get her rocks off before I can

hang up.  I won't count this call.  You're right, this is too

easy.  We'll renegotiate the terms of the wager."



Relief flooded over Catherine and she smiled.  Annabelle said,

"Talk to me, John.  Tell me what she's doing."



"I'm holding off with only half inside.  She's madly fucking

herself on that half.  She's straining for more."



"Pull some out.  That will drive her mad."



"You were right.  She looks like she's ready to cry.  She's

begging me with her lips, but she doesn't want you to hear."



"Tell her she has to beg loudly, or you'll pull out and jack

off."



"Beg for it, bitch.  Beg out loud so your mother can hear, or

I'll pull out and jack off.  You know I will, too.  Hang on,

Annabelle.  She'll be begging very soon."



"Pull out so that just the head is in."



"Okay, I'm holding at the opening.  She's weakening.  She's

almost there.  Give it up, Catherine.  You know you can't hold

out."



Catherine cried out, "Please, put it in.  Please!"



Annabelle, her voice filled with her excited passion, cried,

"Make her keep begging.  Don't give in too quickly."



"I'm holding."



Catherine cried, "Please, I'm begging.  I'm begging loud.  She

can hear me begging.  Why won't you put your thing in me?  What

do you want me to say?"



Annabelle said, "Make her use filthy words when she begs."



John said, "Use the words I taught you, Catherine."



"Please fuck my pussy.  Put your cock in my cunt, I beg you. 

Fuck my cunt, Reverend.  I want your cock in my pussy, all the

way in my pussy.  Let me fuck my horny cunt on your beautiful big

cock.  I want your sperm in my fertile womb, Reverend.  I want

your baby.  Fuck a baby in my pussy, Reverend."



Annabelle cried out in her orgasm, "Yes, John, fuck her.  Give

her your cock.  She wants it, John.  She wants your virile seed. 

Give her what she wants; give her the fruit of your loins.  Fuck

a baby in her.  Pour your sperm into her unprotected womb.  Make

my daughter pregnant, if that's what she wants."



John and Catherine came together and made the appropriate noises

for Annabelle's benefit.  When all were calm, John said, "Well,

Annabelle, did you have fun?"



"Yes, I did.  I gave myself a climax.  I enjoyed that immensely,

but that is a confession as to your conditions.  I hope I humored

you to your satisfaction."



"You did.  Would you like to speak with Catherine?  I don't think

she wants to speak to you.  She's rather embarrassed."



"She should be.  Yes, put her on, and I want you to listen."



"Mother, I'm sorry.  I couldn't help myself."



"I understand, baby.  Look, you must humor John, as must I.  I'm

sure you heard everything he said to me, so you must understand

why I am cooperating.  You must cooperate as well.  You needn't

be ashamed, but you did lie to me.  You were a willing

participant in this act.  You committed a mortal sin.  If you

were to die before you properly repent, your soul would be

condemned to Hell.  You can earn forgiveness after your release,

but you'll never get that chance if you don't get released.  In

the mean time, Catherine, you must sin to survive.  I know that,

and God knows that.  When you are no longer living in sin, He

will forgive you, and I will too.  I'm not doing anything I need

forgiveness for, you understand that, don't you?"



"Yes, Mother.  You're just humoring him to save my soul."



"That's right, and I will continue to do so in the future.  You

do as he says.  You have no choice.  Don't give him cause to hurt

or kill you.  Don't try to run away.  Serve him until he releases

you.  No one will be looking for you.  I will not report this. 

No one must know.  No one will ever know.  I'll think of a

suitable story to tell everyone."



"Mother, you could say I met a missionary preacher and received a

calling."



"Yes, that's good.  Yes, that's very good.  That's exactly what

I'll tell everyone.  Promise me you won't try to escape or alert

the authorities.  Swear to it, Catherine.  Swear in the name of

Jesus."



"I swear in the name of Jesus, I will not try to escape, and I

will serve the Reverend John Cunnylicker as my master until he

sees fit to release me."



"Very good, Catherine.  This is the best way to ensure that you

return safely and can earn forgiveness.  You see that, don't

you?"



"Yes mother."



"Good, put the reverend back on."



"The Reverend John Cunnylicker at your service, Madam."



"I must confess, I do like the sound of that.  Sorry about the

preface.  I know that's not necessary.  Well, are you pleased

with what I told her?"



"Pleased as punch.  Now, I can let her free and know she'll be

there when I return."



"She will be.  You need not fear that, and there will be no

report made to anyone.  I swear that in Jesus' name.  Did it turn

you on to hear me say those things to her?" 



"You know it did."



"I'm glad I pleased you.  That's the same as humoring.  That

means I'm doing my duty.  This might please you even more.  I

want her to serve you as your sex slave.  I want her to be a

good, obedient sex slave.  If she returns before you release her,

I will see to it that she goes back to fulfill her obligation to

you.  I will do that, John.  I will even deliver her to you,

naked, if that is your wish.  If you'd like, maybe I should tell

her that.  We need to insure that she won't run off."



"It can't hurt.  Catherine, your mother wants to add something."



"Yes, Mother, I'm listening."



"Catherine, I just want to tell you that if you run away from the

reverend after I gave my word that you'd remain his sex slave

until he releases you, I will be obligated to return you to him. 

I will, too.  I would have no choice.  Do you understand?"



"Yes, Mother.  I won't run away, I promise.  I know you keep your

word, and you gave your word in order to save my immortal soul."



"It will be better for you this way.  You won't need to be tied

up all the time.  I am only thinking of your well being.  One

thing more, Catherine, you are a sex slave.  You can deny him

nothing.  Your body is his to do with as he pleases.  I promised

him you would serve him well, as a sex slave.  I don't want to

get a bad report from him when he calls.  I gave my word that you

would willingly serve his every sexual need, and you must see

that my word is my bond."



"I won't let you down, Mother.  I promise, I will be a very good

sex slave for the reverend if that's what you want."



"That is what I want, now put him back on."



"The Rev..."



"I know--at my service.  Well, that should seal her fate nicely,

wouldn't you agree?"    



"You did very good, Annabelle.  I am falling in love with you."



"Flatterer.  I was surprised how easily she accepted the things I

told her.  Did it excite you hearing me tell, no, order my

daughter to serve you as a sex slave, and to be a good one, to

freely give her body to you?"



"Absolutely.  You gave me another hardon."



"We need to take care of it, then.  I need to confess something

to you that should turn you on even more.  Catherine can't hear

this, can she?"



"Wait, let me put a pillow over her head.  I'm sure she can't

hear, now.  What is it?"



"I have confessed this sin to God and received his forgiveness,

but I knew you'd never ask, and I thought you should know.  On

the train, when you met Catherine, when you ogled her body and

licked your lips, I knew your intentions were to rape her.  I

knew from the start that you were not a preacher.  You made it

perfectly clear what you were going to do--strip her and beat

her, then fuck her.  I knew that before the last all-aboard call. 

I knew I would give you anything you asked for, even though I

could see you were making things difficult on me.  I handed her

to you on a silver platter and played with my pussy all the way

home thinking about the rape scene."



"I knew that you knew.  How could you not after I pulled her ass

into my hardon and gave it a slow grind right in front of you.  I

was pressing my luck by pressing my cock between the cheeks of

her ass.  I was following my hunch.  That's why I had to call and

thank you.  I have never received such a valuable gift.  I get

hard just remembering how you said, 'total and unrestricted

authority to guide and discipline as the reverend sees fit, even

on your naked skin.'  See, I memorized it.  Why didn't you just

say, 'Please make my daughter your sex slave?'"



"Because I never imagined this.  I just thought you'd rape her

and flee.  John, I thought you might very well kill her after

subjecting her to the most fiendish tortures.  I figured her body

would end up in a ditch or a swamp, cut up in pieces.  Still, I

gave her to you, then masturbated to the images of her torture,

rape, and slow murder."



Catherine's face fell.  She turned deathly white.  John said,

"You are full of surprises, Annabelle."  



"I suffered terrible guilt and worry after I got home.  I've been

praying ever since.  I was praying when you called.  You exert a

power over me that is frightening.  When I heard your voice, my

clit stood right up.  You draw great power from Satan, John.  If

it weren't for my faith, I'd be doomed.  If you had told me on

the train to surrender her to you as your sex slave, I am certain

I would have.  If you had required that I strip her, I would

have.  That's the power of Satan working through you, John.  I'm

sure that pleases you as it pleases me that God's holy spirit

sometimes works through me.  I just thought you should know."



"I'm glad you shared that, but I was well aware.  The more

righteous my victim, the more power I can exert.  The devil sees

that I get what power I need.  You had no chance."



"Yes, I see that now.  John, another wicked thought just popped

into my head.  It is so wicked, it must have been placed there by

Satan himself."



"I'm listening."



"I can't.  No, it's too...but...I suppose I have no choice, do

I?"



"No, you don't, now out with it."



"Well, you said you wanted to keep Catherine until the gold ran

out, after she gets good and pregnant, right?"



"Yes, so?"



"So, after she delivers the baby, she can earn more gold for you. 

John, I know you don't want to be saddled with a pregnant teen

that can't earn her keep, but suppose you sent her to me to look

after for you, to nurse her through the last stages of her

pregnancy, and nurse her back to health following delivery?"



Catherine got excited and nodded her head vigorously.  John

whispered to Catherine that she needed to be upset about this

prospect, then said to Annabelle, "Go on."



"Don't you see?  If you don't release her, officially release

her, only let her take leave, I would be duty bound to return

her.  You'd have your gold mine again.  John, you could mine that

little cunt until it truly did run out.  She's a beautiful,

strong, healthy girl, John.  We are talking years--ten, maybe

twenty years of productivity."



"And you would do that?  Not just this time, but every time she

gets knocked up or fucked up so badly she can't hustle cunt?"



"I'd have no choice.  As long as my daughter is bound to you by

my Christian oath, and is still living, I am bound to humor you

to try and keep her alive so that her soul can be saved.  Now do

you see why I was reluctant to share that thought that Satan put

in my head?"



"Yes, that is a thought worthy only of him, but it did enter

through your mind, so you had to share it."



"I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me to share it.  The spirit of the

Lord is fighting to win Catherine back, and saved me from

breaking my oath to you.  I am her only hope, but we must play by

the rules.  This earthly plane is your domain.  Well, can I

expect that order?"



"It is done.  I won't release her until all of the gold runs

out."



"In that case, I should let Catherine know what her fate is.  She

mustn't think short term.  She must be mentally prepared for the

long haul.  This can benefit you as well, John.  She'll be a

better whore and a better sex slave if she surrenders body mind,

and spirit.  She must give up hope of an early release and think

only of saving her immortal soul.  I know how to talk to

Catherine, John.  I can deliver, if you'll put her on."



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound for Glory 5/6
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 1995 01:48:48 UTC
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"Bound for Glory"  (Part five of six)



"Then deliver.  Wait a sec while I sit her up."



John cupped the mouth piece and quietly said, "Don't act like you

did before.  Make her fight to get you to accept this.  Think

about it, Catherine.  If you were really the girl she thinks you

are, how would you really act?  Here goes."  "Annabelle, here she

is."



"Mother, what's going on?"



"Catherine, John just gave me dreadful news about his full

intentions.  You will not be released anytime soon, maybe not for

years, possibly decades if ever.  He plans to return you to me

when you can't earn money with your body, but without that

critical release."



"I don't understand, Mother.  What are you saying?"



"I am saying that after you deliver the baby, I will have to

return you to him.  I have no choice, Catherine.  I swore an oath

to God that I would humor this man until he released you."



"Mother, no, you can't do that!  You don't know what this is

like--the beating, the rapes, letting men use my body."



"I do know, Catherine, but what other choice is there?"



"I won't do it.  I'll run away."



"Catherine bite your tongue.  Don't you ever say that in front of

him again.  Do you want to stay tied up and gagged for years,

bound to a bed.  He can do that, and I would be forced to help

bind you.  It would tear my heart out to have to drag you back

and tie you, naked to a rapist's bed, but that's what the threat

of running away might force upon me.  That would be as good as

driving a dagger in my heart.  Is that what you want?  Do you

want to punish me for letting you go with him?"



"No, Mother, of course not.  I just can't believe you would do

that to me."



"You can't believe I, your mother, would place your immortal soul

over your mortal body?  You can't believe that I, your mother,

would do anything to jeopardize her own immortal soul?"



"Oh, Mother, I'm so frightened.  I want to come home."



"You will, many times."



"Yes, but I will be sent back to him as a sex slave to bear more

bastards for him."



"Yes, Catherine, accept it.  I told you before, you are a sex

slave.  It doesn't matter what you want, at least, not to your

master.  As long as you have a master, I have one, too.  Do you

think I am enjoying this?  Is that what you think, that I like

saying filthy words, that I like hearing about the sex he is

having with my only child, my baby girl?  Am I some kind of

monster in your eyes, just because I will do anything at all to

save your soul?"



"No, Mother, I know you're motives are righteous and pure.  I

know you are only doing what you think is best.  I know that all

you ever cared about was my fucking soul."



"Catherine, how dare you talk to me like that?"



"Like what, Mother, like a whore--a sex slave.  That's how they

talk, I'm sure.  That's what I am.  You said so yourself."



"And I meant every word.  And I will not apologize for thinking

only of your immortal soul.  I take that as the highest

compliment a daughter can give to her mother.  It is all I care

about, and that is as it should be.  Your body is temporal; you

soul is immortal.  Remember what I taught you."



"I'm sorry, Mother.  You are right.  I'm just finding this so

hard to accept.  Things are so different now.  Everything is up-

side-down.  Nothing makes any sense."



"I know, Catherine, but it all makes perfect sense to me.  As

you're spiritual guide, you must trust me, do as I say, and

never, ever question anything I tell you.  Is that clear?"



"Yes, Mother."



"As for your language, it is befitting a whore and sex slave, so

I won't ever correct that again.  That was a knee jerk reaction. 

I will adjust.  In fact, you should use only those vile and

filthy terms, even when talking to me.  A whore is as a whore

does and says.  Become a whore in body, mind, and spirit, and

things will go easier.  Time will pass faster.  I will treat you

like a whore for that reason--to help you adjust.  You

understand, don't you?"



"Yes, I understand."



"Now, whore, I want you to suck the reverend's cock while we

talk.  Do that thing with your throat where you lick his balls

while you're sucking.  Do it like the filthy whore you've

become."



Catherine slipped into her childish, submissive tone and said,

"All, right, Mommy.  I'll deep suck the preacher's cock and suck

the sperm from his balls while I lick them.  Was that whorish

enough?"



"That was good."



"Oh, and you won't have to do the tying after I deliver the

bastard and you return me.  I will return willingly to serve out

my time, every time.  I don't want to make things any harder on

you than they already are.  I feel guilty enough about that as it

is.  If anything, I want to make amends for the trouble I've

caused you."



"Good, much better.  You can do that by being the best whore and

sex slave any pervert ever had.  That will take pressure off me

to make you that way.  Now, get that cock in your mouth and start

sucking.  Put the reverend back on."



John didn't need to pretend, because Catherine was so turned on,

she dove on his cock.  "Oh, God damn, Annabelle.  The bitch has

my whole cock in her mouth, down her throat, and she's curling my

toes from the fucking suction.  Oh, yes, baby!  Suck that cock!"



"You make me wish I had a cock, and a cock sucker.  Right now, I

am happy I have a big clit and ten fingers.  Oh, John, this is so

much fun.  Were you listening?"



"Hell yes.  You were outstanding.  You talk religious shit the

way Catherine sucks a child molester's cock."



"My, that is a compliment.  I told you I can deal with Catherine. 

Is she licking your big hairy balls?"



"Like a mother cat licks pussy."



"Wonderful.  I've got you set, then.  I need to hang up so that I

can properly take care of my needs.  I can't fuck myself and talk

at the same time."



"Until the sabbath, then."



"Until the sabbath.  It will be fun.  Good bye, lover."



John hung up the mouth piece, set the phone aside, then came a

copious load down Catherine's throat.  She gulped, then sucked,

then nursed lovingly on his cock.  He lifted Catherine off his

deflating member and set her on he feet.  "Surprised?"



"Totally.  What a hypocritical slut she is.  She gave me to you

to torture and kill.  Now, she's made me your sex slave for life

for Christ's sake--literally for Christ's sake.  She's sick, but

I think she actually believes all of this shit."



"She's not sick, but her mind has been poisoned by that born-

again Christian dogma.  I think she has to cling to her belief

that she is saving you while throwing you to the dogs.  She wants

to have her fun and be saved at the same time.  Who can blame

her?  With my help, she discovered a way."



"Do you think she'll even feel any guilt for what she's doing, or

thinks she's doing?"



"Who cares.  You're having fun with this.  I'm getting a kick out

of it.  Your old lady is getting a kick, having fun, and having a

religious experience all in one.  She won't be the first to pull

the plug.  How did you like her confession?  Did I read her right

or didn't I?"



"You cheated.  You suckered me into a stacked wager."



"I know.  We'll scrap the wager, but I'd like to set up another. 

Don't worry, there won't be any sale to white slavers.  I had no

intention of following through.  You're my wife, remember, and

you're going to be the mother of my child."



"Oh John.  I love you.  I wish it were true, that I was your

wife."



"Maybe one day, but don't get your hopes up.  I'm not the

marrying type, and some day, I'll tire of you.  I won't tire

soon, but we're not playing the Honeycuts anymore.  Nobody bought

it, and that fact embarrassed the hell out of me.  That's why I

kept a low profile.  I did that for you, Catherine.  I hope you

enjoyed it."



"Oh, I did.  Playing your wife was a dream come true.  You're

right, though, nobody bought it."



"Don't feel bad, kid.  It's just your age.  They'd buy it in

three or four years.  If I were to marry anyone, though, it would

be Annabelle, your mother.  Those sexy pious bitches drive me

bananas.  Your mother is the sexiest I've ever come across."



"So you really do have a thing for her.  I think that's great.  I

think she's sexy, too.  She's also very pretty, even without

makeup.  Can you imagine what she'd look like all made up,

wearing sexy clothes?  Too bad she's stuck with my old man.  I'm

sure his little dick doesn't do a thing for her.  After I saw

what a real cock is supposed to look like, I couldn't help

feeling sorry for her.  So, what's the bet?"



"You are going to earn your own money whether you like it or not.

The money you earn fucking gets split fifty fifty.  I'm sure

you'll lose it all in wagers, but I need to pay you in order to

win it.  Here's the bet.  One-thousand of mine against one-

thousand of your future earnings that your mother will divorce

your father and meet us for a threesome.  Furthermore, she will

become a whore with you."



"You're on, buster.  If you can make that happen, I'll gladly

earn a thousand for you."



"Let's put a time limit on it, say one month from today, she has

to be naked in bed with us."



"She can't get a divorce that soon."



"No, but she can get caught fucking the kid and have a divorce

pending."



"If she gets caught by father, a divorce will be pending, that's

for sure.  Let's go double or nothing that she will agree to

marry you.  I say she won't; you say she will."



"It's done.  Do you know the kid she has in mind for a lover?"



"No, I can't imagine; but whoever he is, she sure wants him

badly."



                          *  *  *



John and Catherine left Pittsburg the following morning, headed

for New Orleans.  Along the way, they perfected their game. 

Catherine played the role of a runaway.  John played the part of

a Pittsburg preacher returning Catherine to her folks in a small

parish outside New Orleans.  



Their game was a simple one with a flexible course.  Catherine

played the part of the Catherine in her fantasy story.  She was

brazen, outrageous, shocking, and showed her tits and pussy at

every opportunity.  Whenever they were alone with an intimate

group, Catherine told her story.  With John's help, she refined

her tale to make it more believable and more exciting.  He had

her drop the sado-masochistic scenes and concentrate on the

incest factor.  He had her fucking the men and going down on the

women.  He also had her bring the dog in sooner, making forced

sex with the dog a regular feature.  



Catherine's lewd behavior, filthy language, and her bawdy stories

never failed to bring about an orgy-like atmosphere in train

compartments.  Regardless of the mix of people, and the mix

changed often as they traveled the whistle stop lines, the people

responded.  Several of the groups broke out in full-fledged naked

orgies, and those that didn't participate, watched Catherine take

on all comers, male and female, but always, John.  Between the

two of them, they left a trail of spent dicks and wet pussies

from Pittsburg to New Orleans.  



Catherine also turned her first trick on the train.  John charged

two bits for the first, because he wanted to take her from being

a two bit whore to whore stardom.  Five bucks became her usual

and customary charge.  In 1936, in New Orleans, five dollars for

pussy was stardom.



After arriving in New Orleans, Catherine went to work selling

pussy.  The cheap hotel in New Orleans brought welcome relief. 

John presented Catherine as his daughter--Catherine Masterson. 

Those who knew John as Big John Masterson just smiled, but

everyone else bought it, and they believed Catherine Masterson

was a nasty little girl that put her father through hell to the

delight of the staff and guests.  The two planned a long stay, so

they could not get too carried away with the game.  The hotel was

a home away from home for John.  John told her, "A smart bird

never shits in his nest."  



Catherine did not get to show her pussy very often.  She had no

intention of shitting in the hotel, but she got the idea.  She

showed her pussy in the room to a select clientele.  John was not

into street-corner hustling or leaving Catherine alone with a

client until he had been checked out.  If marks were to put on

Catherine's body, he'd put them there.  No one wanted to piss off

Big John Masterson.



Catherine earned one-hundred dollars and twenty-five cents in

thirty-eight hours, ending at nine P.M. the following Sunday. 

They had the small bills spread out in two piles on the bed. 

John gathered both, but entered Catherine's fifty dollars and

twenty-five cents in his ledger.  He told her a whore's first

trick is customarily all hers.



Catherine was in a terrific mood when John placed the call to her

mother, so John slapped her hard in the face, sending her

sprawling onto the floor.  Catherine sat up, tears flowing. 

"What did I do?"



"Just setting the mood, Catherine.  You've just been through

hell--your first week as a whore.  That smile on your voice had

to go."



Catherine smiled back through a frown.  Her face hurt.  They sat

side by side on the bed.  Catherine played with John's cock and

her own cunt, eager to hear her mother's lusty voice again. 

Annabelle answered on the first ring, "Hello, John!"



"At your service.  Have you had a change of heart?"



"If I did, I'd control it.  Is Catherine with you?"



"Yes, she's right here, sucking my cock."



"Is she naked?"



"She's always naked, Annabelle.  When we go out, she wears only

an overcoat.  I never know when an opportunity to pick up a quick

buck might happen, but she's always ready."



"Has she made you any money, yet?"



"A little over two hundred."



"My goodness.  What do you charge for her various services?"



"Two bucks for a straight fuck, three for an ass fuck.  Blow jobs

are two.  Two fifty if they want her to swallow cum.  The rough

stuff is extra."



"Rough stuff?"



"Yeah, you know, slapping her around, pulling her cunt hairs out,

beating her, mild torture, that sort of stuff.  I allow anything

that won't leave a lasting mark or an internal injury.  I don't

want anyone fucking up my gold mine."



"She earned you two hundred the hard way.  You're a cruel master,

John, but then I knew you would be.  The poor thing must be

miserable.  I'll bet she wants her Mommy.  Does she ever cry out

for me?"



"Quite a bit.  Between you and Jesus, it's a toss up."



"I am dying to speak with her.  Don't worry, I won't console her. 

I'm sure you'll want to listen in.  I'll make this good for you."



Catherine was bouncing up and down, then whispered , "Ask her

about the boy.  Ask her if she followed your orders?"



"Annabelle, first, did you fuck the kid?"



"Yes, John.  Several times each day.  Six times today, alone.  I

am following your orders to the letter.  I am also following the

spirit of your order, John.  I came to the door stark naked when

he delivered the milk the following morning.  He was so startled. 

I stood in the open doorway with my arms out and my legs apart

and said, 'Would you like to fuck me?'  Did I do good, John?  Is

that how you want me to be, like a horny slut?"



"You did great, Annabelle."



"I am insatiable and so his he.  Today was the first church

service I've missed in six years.  We fucked in my marital bed

while the service was going on.  He's seventeen and he loves to

lick and suck my pussy.  I adore having my pussy licked.  He

fucks my ass.  He fucks my pussy, and he loves to fuck me in the

mouth.  He also jacks off in my mouth while I swallow all of his

virile young sperm."



"It sounds like you're having the time of your life."



"Oh, I am, John, and I owe it all to you.  I am living a dream,

and I am still going to heaven.  I sucked my first cock, but I

couldn't get it to go down my throat.  That's one of the things I

need to talk to Catherine about.  I need to take cock sucking

lessons from my daughter.  Isn't that marvelous?"



"Here, talk to her."



"Mommy?"



"Catherine, how are you doing?"



"Mommy, I'm dying.  They are killing me.  I can't go on.  I want

to die.  They hurt me so badly, Mommy."



"I know, sweetheart.  They enjoy hurting you, don't they?"



"Yes, they love making me scream and cry."



"And I'm sure you scream and cry a great deal.  You never were

very brave about pain.  I wish there were some way I could ease

your suffering, but there isn't.  I can't kiss it and make it go

away, especially not if they're hurting you where I think they

are.  Mommy's can't kiss their little girl's cunnies, now can

they?  That is where they like to hurt you the most, isn't it?"



"Yes, Mommy.  They torture my pussy.  My pussy is so sore and

swollen, all cut up and bloody.  They pinch my clit in pliers and

twist till I scream my guts out."



"That must hurt dreadfully.  What else do they do to your poor

little pussy?"



Catherine cupped the mouthpiece and said to John, "My god, she's

getting off on my torture."



John said, "Then give her something to get off on."



"Catherine.  Speak to me."



"I'm sorry, Mother.  He pulled on my clit and the pain made me

suck in my breath."



"I'll bet your poor little clitty is sore, isn't it, baby?"



"Yes.  They stick needles deep into it.  Sometimes, my clit looks

like a pin cushion."



"I'll bet they like to fuck you with those needles in your clit. 

Do they, Catherine?  Do they fuck you with those needles in your

clit?""



"Yes, Mommy, and my pussy lips too.  The pain makes me pass out."



"I'm not surprised, but I'll bet you don't pass out right away. 

You feel those needles getting jammed deeper into your cunt,

don't you?"



"Yes, and it is awful pain, Mommy."



"Do they ever burn your pussy or your tits?"



"Sometimes, but they don't want blisters or ugly scars.  Still,

they can burn my pussy in many ways that won't make a blister. 

They heat up knives and spoons in hot water.  They melt wax on my

pussy.  They put burning cigars very close until the surface

begins to sear."



"What about your tits, Catherine?  What do they do to your tits?"



"Terrible things."



"What exactly?"



"They pull my nipples with pliers, stick long needles through my

tittie flesh; they whip them, smash them in big clamps, and they

put their cigars out on them."



"What do your tits look like now, Catherine?"



"They look awful, all cut up and swollen with big blisters from

the cigars.  My nipples look like dried mince meat.  It's awful

what they do to me, and the reverend is the worst."



"What does he like to do, Catherine?"



"He likes to put strong clamps with teeth on my clit and pussy

lips, then lead me around on a string tied to the one on my clit. 

I'm wearing one right now, and...Ahhhhhhh!  Oh, Jesus!  Please,

don't yank.  Please!"



Annabelle said, "He pulled the string, didn't he?"



Catherine was crying from another slap, and said, "Yes!  I want

to die, Mommy.  Tell Jesus to take me."



"Catherine, you calm down!  Stop acting like a baby.  Jesus will

take you when he's good and ready.  Do not, I repeat, do not ever

think about taking your own life.  Suicide is a straight ticket

to Hell.  If you think you are suffering now, take your life. 

You'll see you had it easy.  Catherine, be brave.  Endure.  You

must.  Suffering is the path to salvation, and you should welcome

the pain.  Don't expect any sympathy from me.  If you ask me, the

reverend is being too easy on you.  A whore's life should be one

of suffering and torture."



"Mother, how can you say that after what I've told you?"



"I can say that because that's how I feel.  Whores should suffer

on Earth and burn in Hell.  The fact that you are my daughter

makes no difference.  Right now, you are a whore.  I want you to

suffer, and if you should die a whore, I hope you burn in Hell. 

You must earn your freedom in order to earn forgiveness and

salvation.  If you fail, it's your own fault.  I am doing all I

can to win your ultimate freedom and salvation; but in the

meantime, while you are a whore, you will get no sympathy from

me.  Now that you know where I stand on the subject, maybe you'll

stop your pathetic whimpering and trying to play on my

sympathies.  Put the reverend on."



"John here."



"Oh, John, that was exciting, but I don't want Catherine to hear

what I have to say next.  Maybe you should put her in another

room so we can talk openly."



"All right.  Hang on."  John cupped the mouth piece and told

Catherine, "Your mother is one sick bitch."



"No shit.  How could my mother get off on my torture?  She loves

me.  I know she does.  Dig, John.  Find out what she's getting

off on and why?"



"I am just as curious as you are.  Just sit still and be very

quiet.  Okay, here we go."  John spoke into the phone. 

"Annabelle, I'm back.  I've got her clamp string tied to the

bathroom door knob.  She's in the bathroom, up on her tip toes in

deep agony."



"You're so cruel.  You might rip her cunt out.  What a picture? 

I just pictured Catherine lying on the floor in a huge pool of

blood with her pussy hanging on the door knob, a little bag of

bloody guts with skin and a tuft of hair at the top."



"Are those the kind of scenes you imagined after handing her over

to me?"



"Yes, and those scenes still turn me on.  I love hearing her tell

me how you tortured her cunt and tits, how she suffered, how she

wants to die rather than suffer more.  When you jerked her

string, that turned me on as well.  Hearing her scream, beg, and

cry turns me on.  I'd like to share the fantasy I had driving

home from the train station.  I have some ideas for tortures that

you might like to try on her.  I like tit and cunt torture, the

really bloody stuff, but I know you can't do too much of that and

still turn a profit.  I thought of some great ones, some that

will still leave her in working order.  We have to mine that

gold, don't we."



"I can't wait to hear them, Annabelle, but first, I'm curious, I

thought you loved Catherine.  What's going on?"



"I do love her.  I love her and I miss her terribly.  This is all

very strange and new to me.  Before meeting you, I never

entertained such thoughts.  It's the devil at work on my mind,

but I am protected thanks to you.  This is great being able to

indulge these thoughts without guilt and without sin.  I suffered

greatly before we had our talk.  I thought it was me thinking

those awful things and taking pleasure in them.  When you told me

you were a disciple of Satan, that explained everything."



"The best of both worlds, huh?"



"Yes, the very best of both.  I have even better fantasies now. 

My favorite is where you keep Catherine for years, then when

she's all worn out and useless, when it is time to release her as

to our agreement, you slowly kill her while you have me on the

phone, telling me every gory detail.  You skin her alive and cut

parts off her body, minor parts, like her clit, nipples, fingers,

toes, eye lids, ears, lips, nose, and all the while, she's

screaming, 'Mommy, he's killing me.'  I can cum just thinking

about it."



"And what would be your response if I did actually do that?"



"I'd be horrified, of course; but I am prepared for that reality. 

In the fantasy, I work with you, prying out details, suggesting

what to cut off next.  Basically, you are just doing what I ask

you to do.  In reality, I don't know if I could actually do that. 

We'll have to wait and see, won't we?  Don't tell me you will

kill her, because then you'll strip me of my incentive to humor

you to win her release.  Surprise me."



"I don't understand why you'd want her dead.  You can't save her

soul if she dies in my custody."



"No, but I tried.  I did the best I could, right up to her last

breath."



"What do you think you'd say to me after I told you she stopped

breathing."



"What could I say?  Talking further with you would be a sin.  I'd

hang up."



"The shows over; the devil wins another soul.  Is that it?"



"That's life.  It happens all the time.  Heaven isn't crowded. 

Only the most righteous ever make it.  Catherine never had that

spark, that kinship with the holy spirit as I do.  I knew the

devil would get her sooner or later.  I've been braced for that

all along.  I figure if she's going to go to Hell, she may as

well start her suffering now.  A few years added to eternity is

nothing.  Those of us who are saved enjoy the suffering of the

damned.  It is one of the few earthly pleasures we have."



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bound for Glory 6/6
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 1995 01:51:43 UTC
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"Bound for Glory"  (Part six of six)



"That makes sense.  So, tell me about the fantasy you had driving

home from the train."



"Well, it starts at the point when you pulled her to you, when

you pulled her against your hard cock right in front of me, when

you grabbed her pussy and squeezed her tit.  I am shocked, just

as I was shocked then, but instead of beating a hasty retreat, I

stay.  I want to confirm my suspicions that a minion of the devil

really has Catherine in his clutches.  You have no idea how I

kicked myself for jumping, right when I was certain.  I even

hesitated at the door.  That's why I hesitated; I wanted to stay

and watch."



"Watch me rape her, or kill her?"



"Rape, torture, and slowly kill her in front of me."



"Interesting, so how does this evolve?"



"I say nothing to you about the way you are rubbing yourself on

her ass, and I didn't in actuality.  If you'll recall, I simply

bit my lip when you began grinding your hard dick against her

ass.  I saw your dick get hard when you first set eyes on that

lovely child of mine.  My pussy got wet right then and there, and

I'm sure you knew that.  You saw the message in my eyes.  I know

you did, otherwise you never would have fondled her so brazenly

in my presence.  I'm right, aren't I?"



"Right as rain, but get to your fantasy."



"Yes, my fantasy.  You move your hands between her legs and press

her dress in tight to her cunt, saying, 'I can tell this girl

needs disciplining right now.  I can feel the devil in her, and I

need to beat it out.'



"Now, I am certain.  My attitude quickly changes.  The devil has

her, and she is doomed.  I can see the pleasure your fingers are

stirring in her virgin pussy, and your hard cock has put a gleam

in her eye.  She is enjoying my embarrassment, but my

embarrassment is short lived.  So far, this is just as everything

happened.  This is also where I gave you my consent then dashed

off.  In my fantasy, I smile to let you know that I will go

along.  Catherine sees my smile, and her smug grin dissolves."



"So far, I'm liking this very much.  I can see you smiling."



"That smile said volumes, but you know what I'm thinking; you

read my mind.  I can feel you reading my mind and send the

message, 'Is there some place we can take her?  Someplace private

and sound proof.'  You say out loud, 'Follow me,' and lead us to

a baggage car.  With the power of Satan behind you, you twist off

the lock with your bare hand and we enter.  Now, we are alone,

and you say, 'Strip her.'



"I tear her clothes off her body.  She won't be getting dressed

again, so I simply throw her clothes on the filthy floor. 

Catherine fights me and I slap her face repeatedly.  When I get

her naked, I hold her by the shoulders, facing you, then pin her

elbows together to thrust out her breasts.  I rest my chin on her

right shoulder to better see her tight tittie flesh straining up

in unholy offering.



"You come forward and bare your teeth.  Your teeth are now

pointed fangs, long and sharp, a yellowish green, and your mouth

descends on Catherine's creamy right breast.  I have to hold her

firmly as I watch your fangs sink into her flesh.  She twists,

squirms, and tries to pull away.  Her screams rattle the baggage

car, but no one can hear.  You bite off her nipple, chew it and

swallow.  You bite off the other one then drop to your knees and

bite her cunt while I pull her back and kick her right foot out. 

She quivers in my grasp as your long bloody fangs sink deep in

her tender pussy flesh.  She's crying out, 'Mommy, why are you

helping him?  Please, Mommy, save me!'



"I say nothing as you stand and expose your hideous serpent-

headed organ with soft, slimy green scales.  I watch the

serpent's head enter Catherine's pussy, then a foot of it's fist-

thick body sinks in, ripping her cunt.  Catherine passes out, but

we revive her for the rest of her fucking.  You then fuck her ass

and her mouth while I hold her in the positions you require.  She

is delirious and cries constantly."



John said, "It sounds like you are describing our first fuck, but

my cock has no scales."



"It did in my fantasy.  Your cock transformed before my eyes. 

Once she's been fucked in all three holes, the torture begins. 

Again, I hold while you torture.  Your fingers are claws that rip

her flesh, and you bite her, tearing out chunks of her lovely

flesh.  I pin both arms behind her back and watch you eat her

titties down to the bare ribs.   You chew the pieces and spit

them in her face.  Your saliva coagulates her blood, so she

doesn't bleed to death."



"We devils are crafty fuckers.  Go on."



"You have me lie back on a few mail bags and pull Catherine over

me on her back.  I use my hands to pull her legs apart as you

kneel to literally eat her pussy.  She knows what is about to

happen, and tries to shield her cunt, but you casually reach up

and snap one arm, then the other.  The sharp broken bones are

sticking out of her triceps and her arms hang uselessly.  And

then you bite off her clit, move up, and kiss it into her own

mouth.  You return and begin biting off chunks of her pussy and

swallowing them.  Soon, she has a big cavity where her pussy once

was.  You've eaten her inner thighs and half way up to her belly

button.



"She is wide awake, but totally limp because you severed the

tendons in her legs.  This allows me to get up and observe from

above.  She looks a sight and it strikes me funny.  I laugh, and

she is horrified by this.  She can't make much noise now, as she

has screamed herself hoarse.  Only a guttural sound escapes, but

it conveys her agony.  I can see her guts through the gaping hole

between her legs, and kneel down to reach my hand inside.  I can

feel her heart beating rapidly, the beat transmitted through her

innards.  I clutch a handful of her innards and pull them out to

show her.  Her eyes open wide in horror.



"You move up to her face, and I lie down beside her on my side,

almost cheek to cheek.  I hold her head by the crown and the chin

as you close your fanged mouth over her nose.  Her nose comes off

with an awful wet crunch and leaves a bloody hole that gives her

a hideous appearance.  You tear her eyelashes off, leaving her

big eyeballs forever staring in shock.  You seal your mouth to

hers as in a full kiss and come away with her lips, leaving all

of her pearly white teeth exposed.  You pull out each tooth with

your fingers, then rip off her jaw.  



"Her tongue fascinates me.  It is all out in the open, like a

cow's tongue at market.  I hold it like a cock, then pull hard

while twisting, trying to pull her soft tongue off at the root. 

The tongue is too securely anchored for me, so you use one claw

to start a tear at the base and it rips off in my hand.  I want

to keep it, and decide my cunt would be the perfect place to

carry my daughter's tongue.  You and Catherine watch me stand,

hike my skirt, pull my panties off, then slowly feed Catherine's

tongue into my pussy, tip first.  My cunt is stuffed with

Catherine's tongue, and I present my stuffed cunt to Catherine's

eyes.  That was the last sight Catherine ever saw, because you

sucked her eyeballs out right after that.



"I am amazed that she is still alive and still conscious.  She

feels everything, but can not make a sound.  I hold her hands for

you to chew off each finger, then do the same to her feet as you

chew off her toes.  We flip her over, and you begin eating her

ass globes.  While you do this, I take a packing razor and begin

cutting strips of flesh from her back and thighs.  Working

together, we take her down to the bone, then flip her over and do

the same to her front.  She is still alive, but barely.  You

break her breast bone, open her chest, seize her throbbing heart

in one clawed hand, and slowly squeeze until it bursts.



"You open a trap door in the floor.  I can see the ties zipping

by.  We dismember her body and drop the pieces through the door. 

We leave a bloody mess and small bits of flesh, but no

identifiable part of poor Catherine.  Her body is two miles long,

and her soul is burning in Hell.  We go hand in hand to the

dining car after stopping to wash up.  While we eat, Catherine's

tongue is still in my pussy.  When no one is looking, I reach

down and fuck myself with it, or draw her tongue through my slit

like she is lapping my cunt.  Well, how do you like my fantasy?"



"Imaginative.  Weren't you concerned that I'd start on you next?"



"No, you have no power over me in that way.  The Holy Ghost would

strike you down, and you sense that.  I am not afraid, and I

would have no fear of meeting you in reality."



"Then we should meet.  I think when it's time to release

Catherine, you should be present."



"Order it, and I will be there."



"I may order you soon.  Catherine's body can't last much longer."



"How soon?"



"Two, maybe three weeks."



"I can manage that.  You liked my story, I can tell.  You seem

eager to release her.  I think you'll like my current fantasy

better.  We take a full week to kill her.  We use pliers, snips,

and razors.  We use fire and hot coals, and dine only on her

flesh.  You make me do most of the torture, and while she's still

living, I must amuse you."



"I think we need to set a date."



"I was hoping you would."



"How about next Sunday in New Orleans?"



"Oh, you are eager, aren't you?  I will be there, alone, of

course."



"Be at the train station at ten A.M..  I will seek you out."



"John, I can't believe this is actually going to happen, but

don't tell me what is going to happen.  I will assume you plan to

release her."



"I wouldn't buy her a ticket home if I were you."



"I wasn't planning to.  You can't be trusted.  John, bring

Catherine back and hurt her for me.  Hurt her bad.  Cut something

off, a toe or finger, but something."



"I'll chew her big toe off for you, but I'll have to gag her. 

Will that do?"



"Oh, yes, but place the mouth piece by her head.  I want to hear

her muffled screams while I frig myself off."



"I'll do that, but you'll want to hear her bones crunch, won't

you?"



"Oh, God, yes.  Place her foot over her face while you chew her

toe off.  That way I get to hear both, and Catherine can watch

her toe getting chewed off.  Oh, I'm so excited."



John and Catherine went through the charade, then hung up after

Annabelle had her climax.  To simulate the crunch, John chewed

the knuckle of a chicken bone.  Annabelle's muffled screams were

most effective.  After the phone was set aside, Catherine said,

"I don't believe what I just heard.  I just don't believe it. 

I'm still shaking."



"So am I.  That bitch is scary, Catherine."



"I feel like killing her.  She's a monster."



"Your mother is sick, Catherine.  We don't kill sick people.  She

needs help.  This is way out of my league.  I have no idea how to

proceed."



"Well I do.  I say we beat some sense into her and dump her nude

body in an alley.  Let her see how the Holy Ghost doesn't save

her.  I want to chew her god damned clit off."



"We're not beating or chewing, but we are going to have a long

talk with her.  I am going to release you.  You can return with

her, or follow me of your own free will.  At least, she won't be

having the best of both worlds.  I say we make love to her, get

her good and hot, then I'll release you, and release her from her

oath in mid-fuck.  After she has sampled the other side, lets see

how strong her faith is."



"It's your call, John, but I will have a difficult time making

love to her after what I heard."



"Not if you let the love show through and see her for the sick

and twisted person she has become.  There's still a lot of love

in you for that woman, and she loves you.  The power of love is

stronger than Jesus or Satan."



"I thought Jesus was love."



"Read the Bible for yourself.  It is the biggest piece of

pornography that was ever written.  That Bible created your

mother and millions like her.  Any philosophy that would condemn

an innocent child to burn forever has nothing on Satan. 

Christians and Devil worshipers are peas in a pod.  They walk

hand in hand to the dining car of life, but the Christian has the

tongue of a child stuffed up her snatch, all the while thinking

she's bound for glory."



"You know, Reverend John Cunnylicker is a good name for you.  I

think I just had a religious experience.  I think I want to be

your disciple.  Yes, we'll form the First Church of Holy Love. 

Maybe Mother will be the high priestess."



                      *   *   *



John walked up behind Annabelle on the station platform, tapped

her shoulder, then smiled at her startled reaction.  Annabelle

placed a hand on her wildly beating heart and said, "What a

fright.  I'm so edgy."



"Come, we have business to conduct."  They walked a short

distance to the hotel, and Annabelle talked non-stop of the ideas

she'd had on the trip down.  She told him she brought smelling

salts and lots of iodine.  She said, "Catherine hates having

iodine placed on a scratch.  If you intend to violate your word,

and do something dreadful, the iodine will come in handy."



John humored her all the way to the room.  Annabelle was on the

verge of a climax when he opened the door to admit her to his

torture den.  Annabelle expected to find Catherine naked, bound

spread-eagled to a bare metal bed frame, with needles in her cunt

and tits, and her bloody stump of a toe on display.  Catherine

wore a sexy new dress and stood in high heels to receive her

mother.



John ushered Annabelle inside, then bolted the door.  Annabelle

looked from Catherine to John and said, "What's the meaning of

this?"



Catherine came to stand in her mother's face and said, "You look

disappointed, Mother.  I thought you'd be happy to see me.  Don't

I even get a hug?"



"I...uh...of course."



While Catherine received a half-hearted hug, John took

Annabelle's bag, saying, "We won't be needing razors, smelling

salts, and iodine.  Your mother came prepared, Catherine.  She

brought a quart of iodine for your cuts."



"Mother, how could you want to torture me to death?  I love you,

and I thought you loved me."



"I...uh...oh my.  I'm confused.  John?"



"I lied.  I'm not a devil worshiper.  I'm worse.  I'm an

atheist."



"You lying bastard.  You tricked me."



"Yes, but not as badly as you tricked Catherine.  She listened in

on every conversation we had."



"Mother, you are a wicked woman and a big hypocrite, but I still

love you."



Annabelle covered her face in her hands and wept.  "Satan put

those notions in my mind.  That wasn't me, Catherine.  I swear,

that wasn't me."



Catherine placed her arm around her mother's shoulder and stroked

her hair, saying, "It doesn't matter, Mother.  I'm not angry with

you.  You look very pretty.  I like you in makeup.  You're very

sexy, too.  John has a crush on you, did you know that?"



Annabelle slowly stopped crying and looked up.  She wiped her

eyes, then looked from John to Catherine, then back to John. 

"What are you going to do to me?  Why did you lure me here?"



John stepped up and added his embrace to Catherine's.  Together,

they hugged and stroked the distraught woman as John said,

"Catherine is telling you the truth, Annabelle.  I was smitten by

you.  I agree with Catherine, you look very sexy."



"You lied to me.  You encouraged me, egged me on to say those

awful things.  I committed adultery for you."



"You committed adultery for you, and you brought up that torture

and murder shit.  I couldn't shut you up once you got started.  I

was humoring you.  That's all behind us now.  It got you here.  I

hope you're not too disappointed that we won't be dining on

Catherine this week, but we have great room service.  They don't

serve nipples or clits, but they make good burgers."



Annabelle had all the humiliation she could stand and abruptly

held her head high in her classic holier-than-thou pose, saying,

"I have nothing to apologize for or be ashamed of.  The devil

moved me, but the Holy Ghost would have intervened, and I knew he

would.  Still, I had to come prepared to follow through should

the holy spirit decide that Catherine was not worthy of saving." 

Annabelle addressed Catherine saying, "I would have done

everything I said, and more.  Just thank your lucky stars that

John, or whoever he is, isn't a minion of the devil."



"I do, and I know you'd humor the shit out of him if he were. 

Can we just forget about that.  I hate discussing my slow death

by torture.  I want to see what you look like naked.  John

promised me I would."



Annabelle turned her eyes on John and said, "Oh, he did, did he? 

Well, I am not performing for anyone.  And you, young lady,

should get your mouth slapped."



"Mother, you still have to humor him.  You gave your oath that

you would until I am released.  He hasn't released me yet."



Annabelle chewed that cud for a few seconds, then turned to John,

saying, "She's right.  My oath is still valid.  Well, what are

your orders?"



"Strip!"



"Everything?"



"Even your wedding ring.  Hand it to Catherine so she can flush

it down the toilet."



Annabelle twisted the ring from her finger and slapped it into

Catherine's hand, saying, "I suppose this was your idea, too?"



"Yes.  Father isn't good enough for you.  You need a man like

John."  Catherine strode into the bathroom, and a loud flush

followed.  Annabelle was down to her slip and heels as Catherine

entered.  She removed the last of her clothing without fanfare or

tease, then stood openly naked for their visual inspection.  Her

nipples stood arching up and puckered, and her clit poked far out

from between her cunt lips.  John and Catherine converged on her

from both sides and four hands traveled reverently over her

white, blemish-free skin.



Annabelle stood stoically under the maddening touches, but when

Catherine's slender hand pressed to her fleshy cunt, Annabelle's

knees weakened.  John and Catherine led her to the bed and laid

her limp body down on her back.  They both stripped while she

watched.  John stroked his erection for Annabelle's eyes while

Catherine parted her mother's knees and said, "Mother, you have a

beautiful pussy.  I want to kiss it all over.  May I?"



"If it amuses John, go ahead.  I can't stop you."



When Catherine pressed the first full-lipped kiss to her mother's

cunt, Annabelle's legs fell out flat.  When she licked, Annabelle

swooned.  Annabelle raised her head to peer between her

widespread legs, marveling at the sight of Catherine's lovely

face worshiping her beaver with long swipes of her tongue through

the wet folds while her daughter's delicate fingers held the lips

wide open.  Catherine mashed her face full in her mother's

spread, pressing her nose into the wet hole.  Annabelle swooned

and widened her legs.



Catherine moved up, locking her smiling eyes on her mother's wide

open eyes, then settled her lips over her clit and sucked the

fleshy nub into her mouth.  Annabelle groaned as Catherine bobbed

her head up and down on the slender shaft as thought sucking a

baby's prick.  Catherine sucked hard and shook the sensitive nub

as her mother flailed her head.  



John knelt beside Annabelle's head and offered his cock to her

lips.  Annabelle opened and took him in, then sucked hard while

lifting her cunt to wipe her wet pussy on Catherine's face.  She

humped and sucked, and made noises of passionate pleasure.  After

Catherine brought her to a powerful climax, John got between

Annabelle's legs and entered her in one long smooth stroke. 

Catherine sucked and played with her mother's tits, then kissed

her way up to Annabelle's face.  They looked in each other's eyes

as Catherine said, "You are beautiful, Mother, so sexy, so lovely

and pure.  It is an honor for me to suck your marvelous pussy for

you.  I would do that for you every day, ten times a day if you'd

let me."



They fell into an open-mouthed kiss that quickly grew in passion

until both tongues fought for space in each other's mouths.  When

the kiss ended, Annabelle said, "While I am sworn to humor John,

and we are together, you can suck my cunt all day long if it

amuses him.  I won't stop you."



Catherine smiled and kissed her mother's nose, then said, "I

didn't think you would.  You want to save me."



Catherine turned on her side and assisted her mother in raising

her head.  Together, they looked down at the wide spread

Annabelle offered John's plunging member.  John held Annabelle up

by the hips while on his knees.  Catherine trailed her fingers to

Annabelle's pussy and teased the lips and clit, saying, "I would

never tire of watching John fuck your adorable pussy, Mother.  I

love watching you fuck.  John's cock is the perfect match for

your cunt, absolutely perfect.  Much better than Father's little

weany, don't you agree?"



Annabelle stared longingly at her aroused cunt as John poured the

meat to her in long, deep strokes.  She said, "Yes, I agree,

Catherine.  Your father's weany does nothing for my horny cunt. 

Did he fuck you, Catherine?  Did your father ever fuck you?"



"No, but I'll swear he did if you want me to.  I'll swear that he

raped me every day, and that's why I ran away with John."



Annabelle swooned and cried out, "Oh, Lord.  Oh, John, that feels

so wickedly marvelous.  Catherine, put that in writing.  Tell the

full story in case the reverend orders me to present that

evidence to my husband, charging him with adultery and incest.  I

would not put it past the reverend to make me destroy my

marriage.  Oh, John, yes!  Harder!  Fuck me harder!"  



In mid-fuck, when Annabelle was thrashing her head, going for her

cum, John said, "Catherine is now officially released, and you

are free of your oath, Annabelle.  You may both leave if you

want.  You decide."



Annabelle's eyes opened wide.  She fought a huge internal

struggle, then began fucking her cunt on John's cock, held steady

at her opening.  Catherine planted kisses all over her mother's

face, imploring, "Can we stay and be whores for John, Mommy?"



"Yes, damnit, yes!  Fuck me, John!  Fuck my adulterous cunt, then

fuck my whore daughter.  Fuck Jesus!  Fuck the Holy Ghost!  Fuck

God and Satan, too.  Fuck everybody, but fuck me first!"



                        *   *   *



John Stewart Masterson married Annabelle Maryweather on August 3,

1936, and lived happily ever after.  Catherine is still a whore

at seventy-two and back to fucking for five bucks a pop.  Don't

you just love a happy ending? 



                           The End



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