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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 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."

CONTINUED

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