Chapter 8
F uck, she’s divine. She’s everything I wanted in a wife, and now I fucking have her.
I lave my mouth over her folds, making her mewl and moan, a symphony to my ears. Yes, this was what we needed. An understanding. When I’m pleased, she will be pleased. She repented, and now she is to be praised, rewarded.
I slip my tongue into her pussy, searching, and she arches off the bed. But she quickly winces and cries out from the pain of her newfound scars.
This won’t do. She needs to learn that with pain comes pleasure.
I slide one of my hands up, digging my fingers into her scars, making her writhe in agony. But at the same time, my mouth on her clit flicks and swirls in circles. Pain and pleasure , my mind repeats.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping hard and fast, her hips still bucking despite her pained cries.
When she reaches her orgasm against my mouth, I feel blood begin to slip along my fingers, seeping from her wounds.
Blood is holy to me, to God, and should not be wasted. Perhaps this will be another offering.
Licking my lips, I draw my tongue up to one of the scars, tasting her blood, her lifeforce in liquid form. It’s sweet and coppery on my tongue.
She gasps, finally having enough, and pushes me away with her grip on my hair.
Pain erupts through my scalp, and my eyes narrow, but I endure it. She’s not used to the sensation, I remind myself. Not used to pain and pleasure mixing in such a holy way.
I’ve loved her how a husband loves a wife, how God commands us to revere one another.
And now… it’s her turn.
Pulling back, gently removing her hand from my hair, I undo my belt and lower my jeans just enough to free my pulsing cock.
I know she’s scarcely ready for what she sees. A piercing strikes through the head of my cock, a form of pain I inflicted upon myself to prepare for the offerings and repentance God requires of us. It was in my early days, fresh out of the priesthood. A Prince Albert piercing, it curves like an earring.
Amy stares, mouth agape, chest rapidly rising and falling from her post-orgasmic bliss. Not to mention the pain I just inflicted on her.
Blood slicks around her cuts, but otherwise she looks fine. “More,” she whispers, and a cruel smile curves my lips. “I want more.”
It almost catches me off guard, but then again, I know these methods well. I’ve been planning and plotting for years. Melissa was a failure, but Amy will thrive where she earned her downfall.
The perfect bride of the Lord’s chosen.
I have faith in Him that He will provide.
Stroking myself, I whisper to Amy, “I will love you. I will show you my devotion.” The love God commands of us.
She lowly slips her pants off all the way, then her panties, taking them off her legs.
That beautiful, luscious pussy is ripe for the taking, so moist and delicious. I almost want to feast again, but no, I ready my cock to take the plunge.
This is my offering to her.
And I plan to taste that gorgeous flesh, one pump of my cock at a time, one lave of my mouth and tongue over her skin.
I enter her pussy in one slick thrust, her wetness coating me easily, and she moans at the feeling of my thickness and my piercing. I throw my head back as well, overwhelmed by the euphoric feeling of her pussy around my cock.
Enraptured, her mouth opens in an ‘O’. “Fuckk.”
Gripping her legs, I wrap them firmly around my waist, leaving no inch between us as I thrust.
“Jacob,” she gasps, then moans again.
“Father Jacob,” I growl.
“Fatherrrrr,” she cries out. “Oh, daddy .”
Mmmmmm. That’s new. Melissa never did that. Nor did any other girls I’ve been with. I can’t help but be more turned on.
“Say it again, you fucking whore,” I command, lifting one of her legs as I continue my relentless assault of her pussy.
“Daddy!” she cries. “Please bite me.”
I obey in an instant, sinking my teeth into the flesh of her calf so hard I taste blood.
That’s enough to send her back over the edge. She comes hard around my cock, her inner walls pulsing and shuddering enough to make me come as well, spurting my seed into her.
“Good slut,” I praise, slipping out slowly. “This is the love I offer you for joining me. This was a consummation of our love, our new bond.”
She looks confused by this, her brows pinching together. “What are you talking about?”
“You will be my bride.”
Her face pales, and my cock throbs, craving her warmth again. Yes, the perfect bride.
My fucking wife. Mine.
It will take some time for her to get used to the idea, but if tonight was any indication, she wants me. She wants this life; I know she does.
But for now, I need to get back out there in the streets of Philly. Katie awaits, and I must continue my observation of her before presenting my offer.
I leave Amy alone, her face still shocked, as I depart the room, slipping on my coat downstairs.
You might think me cold for leaving right after sex, but I have a duty to uphold to God. He commands me to be fruitful, to spread His word, and that I must do.
And I may hurt some feelings in the process, for those unused to this life, but if that’s the price I pay, then I’ll gladly pay it.
Driving back to the city, my cock hardens and pulses in time with my pulse, my thoughts glued to Amy and how she screamed in pleasure and pain.
Goddd, I almost want to start stroking here in the car. We’ve consummated our union, and now the only thing to do is make it official. I can officiate the wedding myself, of course, with my priest background. We’ll do a small little ceremony in the field out back, surrounded by the Lord’s animals and beautiful fauna. It’ll be perfect.
Perhaps you may think me deluded, and I promise I once held such doubts about this life, but this is what my God requires.
Utter devotion. A life dedicated to him.
And that is what I will provide.
Now… we spread his word.
I park the car in the shadows under a bridge, walking the rest of the way to where I know Katie frequents by now.
She’s not ready for my offer yet. But she will be soon, I just know it. Patience, Jacob.
It’s hard waiting, I must admit, but the timing must be perfect.
Amy didn’t like that I killed her would-be lover, so maybe it would be better to take a softer approach this time. Get her to trust me first. Then take her.
Yes. Yes, that’s good. Very good.
So this time, I decide to strike up a conversation with her, expressing concern for her safety out here alone at night. I know I look trustworthy, what with my boyish young looks.
“I’m fine,” she laughs, waving off my worries. “I’m used to being out here.” Tonight, she’s wearing a skimpy pink dress and a black fur coat that’s cropped, showing off her ass.
It’s cold out here, what with fall in full force, and the crisp, chilly air can’t be good for her with such little clothing on. No, I can’t allow this. I must protect her from the elements.
“Here, at least take my coat,” I say, taking it off and draping it over her fur. “For the cold.”
She blushes. “Thank you. And what’s your name? I don’t think we’ve met before.”
“Jacob,” I say kindly, voice smooth like honey and silk. “Jacob Riley.”
A fake last name, of course. Can’t let her get too close to the truth. Not even Amy will know the name until it’s legally hers. Nor will Katie, if she proves promising.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Katie,” she beams. “You don’t seem like the type to be in the redlight area,” she muses.
I fake a laugh. “No, not quite. But I just noticed a beautiful woman who must be freezing all alone, so I figured I’d step in and try to help. I’m just walking home.”
Katie winks. “Want some company?”
Of course. The sinner always shows their ways. But there’s still hope for redemption yet.
But perhaps I can use this to my advantage. I was planning to do this differently, but if she’s offering to come willingly with me somewhere, then this may be the best way forward.
“I would, actually,” I say, lifting my hand to caress her cheek. “And I’d love it if you joined me.”
She licks her lips hungrily, eyeing me up and down. I know what she sees: a man in his prime, muscular physique, perhaps a bit inexperienced-looking. Fresh meat.
I allow Katie to lead the way, letting her know I live a few blocks down. We make idle chat about this and that; the weather and the like. But I can sense her growing need, her growing desire. It’s impossible to miss with a sinner so bold with her words.
Meanwhile, I’m actually leading her back towards the bridge where my car is.
When we get beneath the shadows cast by the stone structure, I ready my chloroform. Just before she glances back to reply to what I just said, I thrust the cloth over her luscious red lips.
She struggles, albeit briefly, before going limp in my arms. And under the cover of darkness, I load her into the backseat.
One more down. A world to conquer and convert.
One step at a fucking time.
I don’t let Amy see Katie, not until I’m sure she’ll be the perfect addition to our new family. Which means taking her to the barn out back, beyond the field. Gravel crunches under my tires as I drive there under the cover of night, the surrounding trees already turning yellow and orange from autumn.
The barn is red, your typical wooden thing. I built it myself not too long ago, making it a nice addition to the homestead I’m working to create.
Stepping out of the car into the cool air, the breeze fans my cheeks as I switch off the Mercedes and head around to the backseat to grab Katie. I have a similar setup inside in one of the backrooms of the barn to what I had in my basement, and I easily clip the manacle around her leg and bind her hands with rope as I do with each girl.
She’s still dozing off when I take a seat on a metal stool I have in here, observing.
Katie’s beautiful, but she doesn’t hold a candle to Amy. That’s my girl , I think fondly, reminiscing on our earlier explorations of each other tonight.
A part of me wonders whether Amy might join me one day. Help me spread the word, expand our family.
I chuckle lightly to myself. Silly dreams. Right now, I must focus. Katie’s beginning to stir.
“W-what…” Her eyes widen in horror as she takes in her surroundings and predicament. “What is this?” she demands, voice shaking.
“I’m here to offer you a choice,” I say simply. “A choice to follow the truth. The ‘truth’ is that we all must abide by three rules. Three absolutes in this life. We all are sinners, sin must be purged, and the truth must be shared with the world.” Words echoed from each conversation I have with each would-be wife.
“What the fuck is this?” she demands. “Are you out of your fucking mind? No fucking way.”
“Think carefully, Katie. If you do not agree, there will be consequences.”
Dire consequences that perhaps her soul isn’t ready for.
“Fuck you! Fuck this. I’m not converting to whatever psycho religion you’re propagating.” She spits on the ground beside me, and my ire rises.
Very well.
She’s made her choice.
And now… I get to cleanse her. Free her from the disgusting life she’s chosen to live.
A part of me feels sorry for her, but the other, more depraved part of me enjoys doing this. I’d be a liar if I said otherwise.
I rise to my feet, slipping my knife free from its sheathe under my coat. “Then you’ve chosen.”
A flash of fear flickers across her face.
But it’s too late. Much too late.
I slice her neck first, sending blood spurting and spraying over the dirt of the barn.
She chokes on her blood, struggling to stay upright until it grows and grows, spewing faster from her neck in gruesomely beautiful crimson rivulets. Finally, she collapses, and I set to work.
With my knife, I make a deep gash at where her arm connects to its socket. Then I repeat this on the other side.
Bone is a bitch to cut, so I quickly move to grab my saw from the wall and start slicing deeper. Blood spews like a waterfall from the wounds, soaking the dirt and my shoes quickly.
The coppery tang fills the air, wafts into my nostrils, and I lick my lips. It’s a smell that’s become comforting after this many times killing. Sanctifying.
“Our heavenly Father,” I pray as I work, “Forgive this sinner for her unholy ways. Allow this blood to serve as a sacrifice that might purge her soul of its uncleanliness.”
I cut, and cut, and cut, and cut until I have twelve pieces of glorious flesh, cleansed by the Lord.
I can’t help but be aroused by the gruesome sight before me. I can’t help the throbbing of my cock as I look at her now lifeless skin and blood-soaked body. If you could even call it a body at this point.
Blood covers me nearly from head to toe, and Katie’s entrails spill over the ground in cold designs.
Picking up her now severed head, I thrust my cock into her mouth, letting the remaining cold wetness coat my length.
I pump and pump, thinking of Amy, thinking of this beautiful specimen before me.
And then I spill my cum into Katie’s mouth, coating her lips and now bluish tongue.
She’s gone, and now her soul has gone to be Judged.
And now I need to take a fucking shower.