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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 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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