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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 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."

CONTINUED

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