36. Cain
CAIN
Pastor John was tied up at the pulpit, forced to look down over the empty church he loved so much.
He came back into consciousness suddenly, thrashing against his restraints.
Delilah was down in the pews playing with the knife in her hands while I circled him.
I liked seeing him truly scared and broken down.
His mouth was stuffed with a ball gag, even though he tried to scream around it.
Sweat and tears mixed on his nearly red face.
He was angry? Good. So was I.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what brings us all here today, Pastor John,” I said from behind my mask.
He made some unintelligible sounds and his neck flexed so hard I could see the muscles form on both sides.
“Sorry, I can’t hear what you’re saying. You should probably shut the fuck up,” I said, whacking him upside the head with a hardcover bible. His head lolled and I chuckled to myself.
“Now. Where was I?”
“What we’re doing here today,” Delilah said, looking sexy as hell in her own gas mask that matched mine perfectly.
It felt fitting to do this here in a place he considered holy. He’d twisted that term enough in his lifetime to be shown the right way to use desecration. And I’d enjoy every second of it .
I wanted him to watch the woman he’d tormented be worshipped the way she deserved before we killed him.
“Right. What we’re doing here today,” I spread my arms wide with a wicked smile splayed underneath my masked face.
“We’re here to treat you just as you’ve treated others, PASTOR John.
” I yelled that fake moniker he insisted on being called.
The asshole wasn’t anymore a pastor than I was a fucking monk.
“But first, I want you to watch something I think you’re going to enjoy.
You get to watch your wife get fucked by someone she actually wants to be with. ”
His eyes went wide and both Delilah and I removed our masks at the same time. He screamed something from behind his gag and I laughed at his outrage. He couldn’t stop staring at Delilah’s shaved head.
“What do you say, baby? What if I show this bastard what real worship looks like?”
“I’d say you better get on your knees and ask for my forgiveness for making me wait this long.”
Fuck. I loved this woman.
I was hard and on my knees for her in an instant, gripping her supple hips. My cock twitched as I unbuttoned her pants and yanked them down her hips, making sure to remove her knives first.
She grabbed me by my hair and with a sinful glint in her eyes, positioned me right where she wanted me to be—between her thighs and with my mouth on her wet, tight cunt.
I drowned out John’s grunts and focused in on placing a strategic and tantalizing lick around Delilah’s clit.
Her head tilted back and her eyes closed.
I placed a soft bite on her pussy, and she yanked my hair with a smirk on her lips.
“I love when you get rough with me,” I praised.
She let out a low, sultry laugh that sent tingles down my spine.
With every lick of my tongue and thrust of my fingers, I was hyperaware of John’s eyes on us. And so was Delilah, but she didn’t give him an ounce of attention. Instead, she locked eyes with me as she used my mouth the way she wanted, rocking her hips and riding my face unabashedly .
Her moans echoed off the tall ceiling as she came all over my face, drenching my chin and tongue with her delicious cum.
I was so fucking hard for her right now. And she could tell. Before I had time to catch my breath, she was kneeling down, pushing me onto my back and straddling me. She had my cock out and lined up with her slick, wet pussy with her palm pressed firmly onto my bullet proof vest.
As I thrust up into her, she moaned and tilted her head back, riding me up and down with such a wild ferocity, it was a fucking sight to behold. And knowing that her husband had to watch every second was an added bonus.
“You see, John, you never knew how to treat me, or any woman for that matter. You don’t know what it looks like when your partner is really enjoying themselves.
How does it feel to have to watch another man take what you thought was yours?
I was never yours. And now you’ll pay for what you’ve done. ”
I could feel the walls of her pussy quivering around my shaft, tightening and throbbing. She was close.
When I turned to see how Pastor John was taking it, she grabbed me by the chin and made me look up at her. “He doesn’t exist right now. Only us.”
Wow, I really liked in charge Delilah. Holy shit.
My hands found her hips and helped push her down harder.
I was barely holding myself together, and then she grabbed my bullet proof vest and hoisted me up, pulling us together and planting a passionate, heated kiss on my lips. Our tongues tangled and our movements became urgent.
I bit down on her bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth as she ground her clit down onto my pelvic bone.
When we broke apart, she traced her tongue on my bottom lip and the sensation sent tingles down my spine. I was so fucking gone for her.
She moaned loudly and I knew she was coming.
I slammed up into her and gave her everything I had, knowing I would happily do this for the rest of my damn life if she wanted me to .
My orgasm hit me hard, and I filled her tight cunt with my cum, feeling sweat snake down my temples and my breathing falter.
When she stood up, she looked triumphant, finally turning to grin at her pig of a husband. He hadn’t looked away and one glance at him let me see his hard on. I chuckled at that.
“Did you enjoy our little show, you piece of shit?” I asked. He frowned and thrashed.
Delilah only laughed, as she pulled her clothes back into place.
“You know for years I pictured what I would do to you if I ever got the chance. It was a miracle you lasted as long as you did. Truly. Do you even know how many times I was ready to smother your smug face with a pillow? Or considered poisoning your food? But that was too easy. You needed to suffer. You needed to pay for the hell you put me and everyone you’ve ever known through. ”
She came over to me and grabbed my phone, flicking to the camera footage.
“If you liked the little show we put on for you, just wait until you see what we’ve done to the house you love so much.
” She shoved the camera in his face, and he watched the screen, unable to move or look away.
And then he saw it. The explosion. I could see the orange reflection of the flames dancing in his cruel eyes.
Tears ran down his cheeks and then I saw a splotch of what could only be urine, drenching his pants.
I felt a sick sense of satisfaction seeing him so degraded after the hell he put us through.
He cared more for that pile of bricks than he did human lives, filling it with meaningless trinkets that could easily have fed thousands of people in need.
But John was all pompous talk and didn’t give a shit about helping others.
Delilah held the tip of one of her knives at the base of his throat, so he didn’t dare look away from the beautiful destruction we had caused.
“What do you say we tell him what we have planned for him, angel?” I asked, arms crossed over my chest. She was in her element, and I wanted her to have this moment. To draw it out or cut it short— however she saw fit .
Delilah beamed at me with a devious smirk, flipping the knife in her hands.
“Remember at Kingston? How you raped me and then blamed Cain for your crime? Well, I thought what better way to get back at you than to punish the appendage that started it all. What’s that biblical saying about cutting off the hand if it makes you sin?
Well…” she raised the knife into the air and he watched horrified and she brought it straight down into his crotch with a sickening crunch that tore through his pants and left a large, gushing splotch of blood.
He screamed into the ball gag, and whatever Delilah saw in his face made her laugh. “Oh, John. Does that hurt?”
Her hand wound back up again and she stabbed him, this time in the gut.
He heaved over and she cackled. “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.
Maybe big old sky daddy will take pity on such a humble servant like yourself.
” She kicked him hard and he fell at an awkward angle on his tied-up hands.
She stepped on his chest and ripped the ball gag off his face.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed.
“Shhh. That’s not very pastor-ly of you, John.”
Then she bent down as he wheezed from the blood loss. He was really losing a lot of blood now, and his face was beginning to pale.
She undid his pants and found his still semi-hard dick ripe for the plucking.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” he yelled, but she was beyond listening to his commands anymore. She made her own decisions.
That’s when I saw her take out another knife.
With both knives in hand, she slashed across in an ‘x’ figure, cutting him at the base with enough force that had his dick spraying blood all over her chest and face.
She didn’t stop. Not through his screams and not when he passed out.
She sawed it off then held it in her hand, looking at it like it was a cockroach.
“For such a small little thing, this sure caused so many problems,” she said, slapping him with it across his face. “Wake up, John. It’s time to die.”
His eyes went wide, and he gasped when she gripped him by the jaw, forcing his mouth open.
He was far too weak and still tied up. There was no way he could fight her.
Blood from his severed dick smeared all down his face and throat, staining his crisp white shirt as she pushed the tip of his own dick past his lips.
John’s gag reflex kicked in, but she was stronger, shoving it all into his mouth and down his throat.
She held his jaw there in place with a snarl on her lips.
“Fucking eat it, John,” she said through clenched teeth, blood running up the length of her arms. She was thoroughly drenched in it and would need a long hot shower once all this was done.
“Now be a good boy and swallow,” she said as he gagged around his own disgusting penis.
“This is for every time you raped me. Every time you beat me. For all the terror and trauma you put me and countless others through. It’s time to pay up for your sins, asshole,” she said, all controlled rage and seething hatred.
It didn’t take long for him to succumb to his injuries, and I would sleep well tonight knowing that he got the kind of end that was coming to him—with his own dick stuck in his throat.