A short giggle escapes me like a rush of air and when he pulls it out and starts to unwrap it, I begin to chew my lower lip nervously.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“Holy shit,” he breathes as he drops the prop, then scoots away from it. “What the fuck is that?”
“The only toy I’ve ever made,” I explain quietly as I lean down and pick up the prop, cradling it to my breast. I begin to rock it back and forth slowly, whispering my discontent and love for it. I glance up at Reade who’s now looking at me like I’m a monster and smile.
“Now that you’ve seen it, you understand why I need to be cleansed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Reade
I watch Pally as she holds what’s left of a fetus close to her. She seems to be trying to nurse the decaying body and in a strange way, I’m transfixed by her movements when I should be repulsed.
When she cut the feed earlier, I set out to find her. With as much money as I’ve thrown at her fucking shows, I wanted to know what the big deal was. Since she’s not exactly great at hiding her I.P. address, I was able to do a trace and locate her seconds after she cut the feed.
She’s worth every damn dollar I’ve spent on her. Seeing her in person only solidifies what I’ve suspected before. She was pregnant when she first started her shows, until one night, she wasn’t.
But what she’s holding isn’t a full baby. It seems to be only the top half, so fuck knows where the rest of it went. I won’t ask her, instead, I’ll choose to ignore it as best as I can and keep fucking her.
She’s not the only tight pussy on the most depraved corners of the internet, but she’s definitely my favorite. Now that I’ve had a taste of her in person, I want more.
“Put that away for now,” I instruct her slowly as I get to my feet. “We can play with that later.”
Pally snaps her gaze up toward me. Her eyes are hollow as is the smile on her lips, but she continues to press her nipple against the infant’s mouth, squeezing her tit to nurse the fucking thing.
“Pally?” I take a step closer toward her and hold out the bag. “I promise you can play with it later—I’ll even play too, but for now, I want to play with you some more, okay?”
She looks down at her half-child, kisses the forehead gently, then drops it into the bag. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” I tell her as I toss the bag across the room. When she gets to her feet in protest, I push her back down into the chair. “We’re not done yet.”
The chair crashes back against the floor as she topples backward with it and I smirk. I know we’re being watched. I told them all to come back in an hour to join the stream because I knew she wouldn’t be able to turn me away.
They want a show, and this time, since I’m a part of it instead of just watching, I think she can do a hell of a lot better than she normally does.
“On your hands and knees, little girl,” I command her in a stern tone.
She winces slightly as she pushes the chair away, then does as she’s told. She’s damn good at taking instructions online, but it feels more rewarding when I get to tell her what to do in person.
Especially since I’m not throwing money at her for it.
“Come,” I tell her evenly as I point to the spot in front of me. She crawls dutifully to the place I want her and when she stops, I reach down and caress the side of her face. It would be such a shame to mar something so beautiful, but I’m not above doing it if that’s what our spectators want.
Glancing around the room, I grin when my eyes land on the lone crucifix hanging on the wall behind her setup.
“Do not move,” I warn her, holding up a finger. She nods as her eyes follow mine, and I can see the earnest longing in her gaze.
Walking over to the wall, I pull down the icon and put some muscle into snapping the arms off before I go back to my sweet and sinister Sister Paloma Grace.
“Open your mouth.”
I slip the broken, ragged end of the crucifix down her throat. Her eyes bulge in protest, but she doesn’t make a move to push me away. Instead, she begins to bob her head up and down as she blows the fucking thing like a two-dollar crack whore and that will make it easier on her than me.
I pull it out of her mouth violently enough to chip one of her teeth, and when she whimpers, I chuckle.
I walk around her, making sure the camera is trained on us, head on. She still hasn’t figured out that I know we’re being watched—either that or she’s so out of her goddamn mind, she doesn’t care.
Placing a hand on her hip, I drop to my knees and slide my cock into her tight hole, a groan escaping me as I do. Pally wiggles her ass at me, hoping that I’ll start fucking her soon, and I will.
But first …
I spit on the broken crucifix, then begin to slip it into her asshole. She lets out an anguished cry, but we’re beyond that now. My pleasure is her pain and she’ll do as she’s told.
I settle the dull end against my stomach as I grip her other hip and slowly begin to push into her; my cock and the crucifix assaulting her holes at the same time.
She’s howling, whimpering, crying, and struggling to stay up on her hands and knees, but she doesn’t fight me, which is all that matters.
I slap her glorious, plump ass as I begin to fuck her harder, cramming the wooden icon further into her ass and laughing when I see the blood starting to pool and coat her perfectly, round cheeks.
“Come on, little girl,” I grunt at her as I slap her ass again.
Pally finally begins to fuck back, pushing as hard as she can while she continues her whimpering and crying. I can see her fingernails break as she digs them against the floor in an attempt to gain relief in a place where none is to be found.
“Harder,” she croaks out as she slams back against me, and I do what she wants. Not because she asked, but rather because it’s what I want too.
“Start rubbing that pussy for me, little girl,” I growl at her as my balls begin to tighten. She almost loses her ground as she reaches a hand beneath her. Her breathing is starting to hitch and her body is starting to shiver and shake.
Not like this, I think as I pull the icon out of her now bleeding asshole. I reach down beneath my cock, line up the crucifix, and then slide it into her. I can feel her fingers rubbing her clit wildly. I can feel her hole as it stretches wider and I dig my fingers into her hips.
I fuck her harder, without mercy, ignoring her anguished cries. She wanted a god to believe in, to save her from her mundane life, and instead, she found me.
And I’m the only god she’ll ever fucking need.
Chapter Fourteen
Reade
Paloma is laying on her back. After I filled her hole with my cum again, I decided to give her a little break.
She’s been staring at the ceiling, legs spread out, and sucking on the crucifix. She’s a good girl, cleaning up her own messes without being told, and as I sit on the floor in front of her staring at her bright red, bloodied holes, I wonder how much farther she’s willing to go.
She has a habit of babbling on her live shows about salvation and being unholy, the latter which she just proved to me.
“Pally?” I ask as I bring my knees up and let my arms rest against them.
“Yes?” she mumbles through the wood.
“Do you know who I am?”
“God.”
I do my best not to laugh. Without having to tell her how she should address me, it seems she already knows.
“Good girl,” I reply as I lean toward her and run a hand down her porcelain-colored leg.
“Have I been cleansed?” she asks in a hollow tone.
“Is that what you want? For me to cleanse you?”
“Yes.”
I glance up at the ceiling for a moment.
As I ponder what else I can possibly do to her, I find myself wondering how it’s possible no one has caught onto us so far. I’m sure these walls are thin enough to have heard her screaming and beggin
g for more, growling and shouting in ecstasy—or at the very least, the sound of her flesh as I lashed her with the belt.
Something doesn’t seem quite right, and while I haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not entirely sure that I care enough to. Obviously she has some in the hallway spying on her, and keeping tabs, but I’ve seen enough of her shows to know that she’s not exactly the sharing kind when it comes to words, so no matter what’s happening outside, she won’t let it seep into the room.
And that’s all that matters to me right now.
“Do you think your pretty little hole can take anymore, Pally? It’s the only way to make sure you’re entirely cleansed.”
“More,” she agrees as she sits up and looks at me. Her gaze, while still hollow, draws me in and I have a feeling that she’ll let me destroy her body and soul.
“First, I want you to tell me a story,” I say thoughtfully. She doesn’t answer me with words, but her eyes seem to brighten slightly. “What happened to that?” I ask, nodding toward the bag.
“The devil spilled his seed inside of me,” she hisses before she presses a finger to her lips. Apparently, somewhere inside that muddled brain of hers, she thinks what she’s telling me really happened and it needs to be kept secret.
“Then it’s a good thing we found each other,” I say with a sly grin. “I won’t ask any more questions about it. I don’t want you to lose focus on what we’re here to do,” I continue as I get to my feet. I head over to retrieve the bag before I walk back to her and set it down in front of her. “But before I can fully cleanse and absolve you, perhaps you can try a little something together?”
Her hollow eyes shine a little brighter as she moves to her knees and folds her hands in front of her face. It’s not something I had intended on doing, but I plan on taking half of the money she makes tonight, so I’ll have to do my best to outperform her.
“Anything you desire, my lord,” she whispers as she licks her lower lip.
I crack my neck, reach into the bag and pull out the half-fetus, twisting and tugging on the damn thing until I finally pull off one of the arms.
She cringes instantly at the sound as tears begin to slide down her cheek. I guess she loves it more than I thought she did, but this isn’t a place of love. It’s a place of sin and degradation and I plan on making sure she never forgets the true face of her “god.”
I sit down in front of her and motion for her to scoot forward. Once we begin, I’ll have her arch her back so they can see her face. I toss the fetus aside and grin at Pally who’s watching me, her breaths becoming heavy in anticipation.
Leaning down, I push the small fist into her cunt and move it in and out of her rapidly. She immediately grabs her tits, squeezing them as she lets out a cry of anguish. But I can’t tell if it’s because she’s enjoying it, is mourning what’s left of her child, or in horror. Either way, I don’t give a fuck.
I pump it into her a few more times, then extract it and hold it to eye level. Should be slick enough, I reason to myself as I spread my legs a little wider. Reaching forward, I pry one of her hands away from her tits and place it on the small bicep.
“Nice and slow, little girl,” I instruct her as I lean back on my elbows. At first, she seems confused but when I grin at her, it clicks in her fucked up head what I want her to do.
I glance behind her at the screen, watching the comments I can’t quite make out. There are so many coming in quickly that the right side of the screen is going by in a white blur of lines.
I let out my breath in a whoosh as she begins to push the little fist against my asshole. This will be my first, and more than likely last, time getting fucked in the ass, but I know it will further break her already fucked up mind.
And if there is anyone else inhabiting these walls, I want to make sure that any goddamn story she tries to tell about what we did tonight sounds even crazier than she is.
I let out a breath and lean my head back once she’s managed to get the fist in. After I take a moment to compose myself to the feeling of having something in that orifice, I sit up as gently as I can and look her in the eyes.
“Now the other end goes in your hole, little girl,” I instruct evenly.
Another cascade of tears as the light starts to dim in her eyes, however, she shifts her body until the rest of the arm disappears into her bruised, little cunt.
“Start moving,” I snap at her.
It takes a moment for us to find a pace that we can both keep up with without hurting me and that’s when I tell her to lean back. I tell her that I want to watch her pussy moving on the arm, I tell her that I want to watch it disappear and reappear, like a game of peek-a-boo, and that I want to watch her tits bounce as she does.
We fuck each other violently, flesh slapping against flesh, defiling every last bit of her that’s left as the comments on the screen appear faster than ever before.
Paloma may not know who I truly am, but one thing is for sure. She’ll never forget the day she met the devil and worshiped him as her god.
Chapter Fifteen
Reade
Before I take my leave, I’ve decided to denigrate her a little further. I’m leaned over the chair while she uses her tongue to clean my asshole. I told her to make sure there’s nothing left, no trace of her pussy juices dripping from me, and no sign that we used what was left of her child to fuck each other.
I close my eyes as I lazily tug on my cock. She has a hand on either side of my cheeks, my ass spread open, while her tongue flicks against my hole, sinking it in every now and then.
She’ll do a good job for her god because she believes that by doing all of this, she’ll be forgiven.
I moan slightly as she sticks her tongue back into my hole, flicking it to make sure she’s gotten every last trace of our indiscretion before she finally pulls away. I turn to face her as I continue to rub my dick.
“Open your mouth, Pally,” I instruct when my sac begins to constrict. I come hard, and after the warm liquid stream coats her pretty face, I let out a tired chuckle. “Do you feel cleansed?”
It’s a mocking tone I use, but I can’t help it. This little girl is far too easy to control and at this point, she must have figured out part of the ruse.
“No,” she replies after she uses the back of her hand to wipe her face clean. “There wasn’t nearly enough blood.”
“Blood?” I ask as I begin to pull on my boxers. “Wasn’t all that come enough for you?”
“No.”
Her tone is harder than it has been before. I heard the tremor in it, though I know it’s not from fear.
I choose to ignore it as I lean down for my jeans and pull them up, then glance around the floor for my belt. I’m not into the blood thing, so she’ll have to flash her pussy at someone else if that’s her kink.
I’m done with her for the night.
“Reade?”
The way she says my name sounds more like an accusation than an inquiry, but I’m not afraid of crazy little girls, so she’ll have to try a little harder if she wants to unnerve me.
I shrug my shirt over my head before I turn to face her, deciding she can keep the belt as a souvenir, when I realize she’s holding the fucking thing in her hand.
“Give it here, Pally,” I say, holding out my hand.
She takes a step away from me as her brow furrows in confusion, anger, betrayal, and disbelief.
“You’re … you’re not God, are you?” she spits at me, her tone dripping with venomous accusation.
I cross my arms over my chest and smirk as I shake my head at her, “I was whatever you needed me to be to keep that fucking live stream going. I’ll be sending you a bill for seventy-five percent of tonight’s performance by the way. Have a good night, Pally.”
I brush by her on the way toward the door. She’ll either pay me what she owes, or I’ll give the convent address to every sick motherfucker that logs onto her cam shows and they can all take turns using her to their heart’s content too
.
When I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it, the fucking thing doesn’t budge. And when I turn to tell Pally to unlock it, she lunges at me in a fury I never knew anyone could be capable of.
Epilogue
The Cleansing
I’ve been praying for Reade as his lifeless body sits in my favorite chair. I used the arm he abused me with to cleanse him. After I whipped him with his belt to the point of tears and … blood, I used every last strength I had to shove it down his throat.
He only choked for a little while.
I showed him mercy by wrapping my hands around his throat and pressing down against the fist with as much force as I could muster.
I pressed and pressed until he stopped gurgling. Until the last gasp of air left him—after the echo of his neck snapping stopped bouncing off the walls.
I blink a few times and push my hair out of my face.
The Bitch Mother will be so angry if she finds out what I’ve done but I don’t know how to hide this from her.
I need advice, I tell myself as I turn the chair around to face the live stream then walk out of the room.
“Hello?” I call out softly in the darkened hallway.
“You killed him, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And do you feel better now? Has the weight on your soul subsided?”
“No.”
“What are you going to do now, Grace?”
“I don’t know. I need your help.”
“You need to look into my eyes first. Cross the hallway and go into the forgotten chapel. It’s where I’ve been praying so diligently for you.”
I begin to wring my hands as I walk into the room across the way. I’ve always known where she was but I’ve been afraid to face her. I’ve done everything I can to chase her away when she tries to help me because she’s always been far too kind to me. She’s wanted to help me ever since I was first caned by the Bitch Mother, but I’ve continued to shun her at every turn.
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