searching © 2005
I awake to darkness, the sounds of lovemaking filling the air. I attempt to cry out, but find my mouth filled with what seems to be some type of object that I'm unable to move. I shake my head violently from side to side in an effort to dislodge it, but it proves futile. My movements do gain the notice of the other occupants of the room.
"It seems our guest is finally awake." I hear a man's voice say. "Be a dear and take off his hood so he can see where he is." I hear movement and then footsteps and suddenly my world is filled with light. It takes me a second to get myself orientated to my surroundings, but what I see before me makes me long for the hood to be placed back on my head. Seated on the edge of a bed is a man by the name of Jack, whom I recognize from my congregation. Sitting in his lap, with Jack's penis clearly inside her was my teenage daughter Britney, slowly moving her body up and down, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Standing directly in front of me is Jack's own teenager, Chrissie, nude as the day she was born, smiling. Clearly, she'd been the one to remove my hood. Stepping towards me, Chrissie takes her finger and touches her privates and then rubs her it under my nose, clearly for me to smell her sex. I turn my head away to try to avoid it, only to be smacked hard across the face for my effort. Still smiling sweetly, Chrissie makes her way to the couple on the bed and kneels before them, using her tongue to lick them where their bodies connected. The sight of their sex act makes me sick and I try to move to leave the room. It is then that I truly realize the seriousness of my situation. Both my ankles and wrists are locked in some type of contraption made of a metal bar with restraints at both ends, restraints which currently held my arms and legs about two feet apart. I also realize as I look around that I am quite nude. "Good of you to join us, Father Tompkins." Jack says with a wicked grin. "Just let me finish up here and I'll be right with you. Your daughter here has been a good girl lately, and I thought I'd reward her with a good fuck and I'd hate to stop in the middle of it. You understand, don't you, Father?"
I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head, ashamed and appalled at the scene before me. With no warning, another blow lands on my face, nearly knocking me unconscious. "Now, now Father this show is entirely for your benefit. Do pay attention." Jack says, lowering the arm he used to throw the shoe at my head. Unwilling and unable to withstand another strike like that, I return my gaze to the threesome, watching as my daughter is molested by this man. Looking me in the eye, Britney smiles as she rides him, obviously enjoying my discomfort as much as she is enjoying the sex. Still smiling, she rises up from her position and turns her back to me, settling back down on Jack's penis, returning to her bouncing motion. Chrissie takes her hands and spreads her buttocks, affording me a clear view of their union of flesh. She then takes her tongue and runs it from the bottom of her father's scrotum to the top of my daughter's rump, bringing shivers to both of them. Jack moans loudly and tells the girls he's ready to ejaculate. They both kneel before him, with Chrissie sucking the head of his penis loudly while Britney uses her hands to stroke his shaft. Jack's moans grow in volume, until he practically screams and shoots his semen straight into the mouth of his daughter. When he is finished, the girls kiss each other deeply, obviously exchanging the fluid between them. My disgust must have been evident on my face, because Jack looked up at me and laughed, saying "I don't know why you're looking like that. I know you enjoyed it, or at least part of you did." As he talked, he pointed at my crotch. I looked down and was shocked my penis was fully erect! I couldn't believe it. There was nothing about what I'd seen that I'd found the least bit sexually exciting. In fact, I began to feel shame that my body had betrayed me in this manner.
"'I know what you're thinking, and don't be too hard on yourself, Father. That's not all you. While you were sleeping, I gave you an injection of a chemical of my own devising. It's very similar to Viagra. You're familiar with Viagra, aren't you Father? The difference is this: my chemical gives you a hard-on for days, not just a couple of hours, and you can't cum while it's in your system. You can fuck, you can jack-off, you can get blown, but there's nothing you can do to cum until it works its way out of your system. With the dose I gave you, that will take about five days. By then, your dick will be bursting and your nuts will be hanging to your knees and as blue as the sky. Of course, with all that will be done to you in the next couple of days, your blue balls will seem like nothing." I struggle with the realization of how serious my situation is and struggled to scream and ask him why he was doing this to me. My eyes widened with fear and I tried to move away from them.
"Is that fear I see on your face? Denial? Come now, Father. You of all people should know what happens to sinners. They must be punished. That is why we're here. To punish you for your sins and send you to Hell."
While he talked, Jack walked to my right, where I saw a table laid out with various devices, none of which I recognized, although I had little doubt as to their purpose. I was to be tortured and killed, pure and simple. I looked to my daughter, trying to plead with her to end this madness and let me go.
"You'll get no sympathy there, Father. I've given her all the things you wouldn't or couldn't. I'm her father now. Father, and so much more." Jack fairly sneered as he spoke to me, pulling my daughter into his arms and giving her a deep kiss, which she returned with passion.
"But enough of that. Let's get started, shall we? I think the paddle will be a good tool to begin with."
With that, Jack walks behind me to where I can't see him. After a few seconds, he comes back into my field of vision carrying what looked like a leather bound spatula. He presents it to me, supposedly for my inspection, and then smacks his own hand with it, to show me that it's much harder than it looks. Walking around me in a slow circle, I assume he's looking for a suitable place to land his blows. I try to prepare, but know in my mind that it will hurt a lot more if I'm tense. All of a sudden, I feel something cold on my behind, and I realize that Jack is rubbing the paddle against one of my cheeks, readying it for the strikes. I don't have to wait long before smack after painful smack is rained down in my sore bottom. I try to move away, but this infuriates him and the strikes become harder and more painful. Soon, I become numb as the pain becomes too much to bear and I collapse in my bonds.
"Hmmm I guess the dear Father here has had enough. Britney, hold your father's cock for me while get the electrodes ready."
I lift my head when I hear this. Electrodes? Was Jack planning to electrocute me? That and the thought of my daughter touching my penis are almost too much for me. Walking slowly over to me, her eyes on mine, my daughter comes to me and drops to her knees in front of me. She takes my penis into her hand and begins to slowly stroke it, almost lovingly fondling it, turning my face red with shame. Jack stands over her with his hands behind his back, watching the 'performance' .
"Excellent, isn't she? Trust me, she's brought me to orgasm more times then I can count with those magic hands of hers. Shame you can't get the full effect." Jack laughed, and then told Britney to hold me by the head of my penis. When she had a good grip, Jack attached two small electrodes to the base of my privates, with wires trailing to a small box on the table.
"I'm sure you're asking yourself what this is for. Well, I hope that you slept well last night, because you will not sleep again in this lifetime. This will shock your dick with electricity every five minutes or so for the rest of the night, guaranteeing that you will not get one bit of sleep. So I will see you in the morning, where we can pick up our little torture session bright and early. Have a nice night! As Jack wished me a good night, he took the two girls in his arms and left the room, turning off all the lights except the one directly over my head. And there I stood, for how many hours I couldn't begin to guess, volts of electricity being shot in my penis in regular intervals, rousing me from semi-consciousness. So delirious was I from the lack of sleep and the pain in my rear end, I held no fear when the light came back on, and a refreshed Jack came into my view.
"Well, are we ready to begin again? I hope so, because I've been looking forward to this day for quite some time."
As Jack said this, he pulled his table closer to me, ready to be about his business. What followed was a blur of pain. First Jack removed the electrodes and proceeded to beat my still erect penis mercilessly with what he called a flogger, which was simply a handle with thin leather straps attached. After what seemed to be a lifetime of that, which left me dazed, he used the flogger on my still sore backside, beating me until he claimed I'd turned a bright cherry red. When he'd finished that, he proclaimed it to be time for lunch and replaced the electrodes on my penis and left the room. I stood there, wondering what I'd done to deserve this. I'd always been kind to everyone I knew and to my knowledge never done anything to hurt anyone. Yet this man was going to take me to Hell and back. Jack returned and told me he only had one more thing to do, and then he'd been done for the day.
"In fact", he said. "We won't even have to take your shockers off." Taking two small buckets, Jack proceeded to fill them with alcohol and set one in front of each of my feet. He then took a small razor blade and gave me the equivalent of paper cuts all along the tops of my feet. I wanted to scream in agony with each nick, but was unable to due to the ball gag. Jack made about ten cuts on each foot then, using the bar connecting my legs just above my ankles, set my feet into the alcohol, one at a time. I passed out from the sheer pain. With a smack, Jack brought me back around, telling me "Don't leave me yet. Tomorrow's your big day. Now don't think I'm going to neglect you tonight. Someone will be down once an hour to reopen your cuts and change the alcohol. You'll have plenty of company. Now, I have a dinner date, so I will see you in the morning Ta Ta." Jack was a man of his word, because every hour my agony was renewed. I hadn't slept in nearly two days, my penis was aching in a way I had never felt before and my feet were a bloody mess. All I could think was that death couldn't come soon enough. The next morning, when Jack returned, I knew that I wouldn't survive the day. The gleam in his eye told me as much. Telling me that things were going to a whole new level, he laid out what looked like several needles of various lengths in front of me on his table. Picking up the first one, he proceeded to push it straight through my right nipple. I threw my head back and screamed into the gag. Laughing, Jack took another needle and repeated the procedure on my left nipple. Another scream. Jack stuck every one of those needles into my skin, including the head and lower shaft of my penis. My throat was sore from my screams of pain, which seemed to be music to Jack's ears. Smacking me again to bring me around, Jack held up an artificial penis to my face, saying "I'll bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with this, don't you? Britney, come here baby." My daughter stepped forward, naked except for a harness looking contraption around her waist and between her legs. Taking the artificial penis from Jack, Britney attached it to the harness, making her appear to have been born with a man's appendage. Then it dawned on me what was about to happen. Shaking my head, trying to plead with him to end this madness, I began to cry. My tears obviously meant nothing to Jack, as he slid what looked like a carpenters work horse in front of me. He then unhooked my arm harness and pulled it forward, causing me to bend at the waist over the horse. Jack then attached the harness to a ring in the floor, so that I couldn't straighten myself out. Due to the needles, I couldn't turn my head, so my only view of the world around me was what I saw between my legs. I watched as my daughter's petite legs came into view behind me. Within seconds, I felt pressure against my anal opening as my daughter attempted to penetrate me with the artificial penis. Slowly, painfulfully, she got the thing inside me and began filling my anus with it. The pain began to blend into what had become my daily existence. It hurt, but pain had become my life. Britney pumped the thing in and out of me for an interminable amount of time, until Jack told her to stop. A pool of blood had formed on the floor between my legs where my anus must have been ripped from her actions. My knees were weak and I was on the verge of collapse when Jack unhooked my arm harness and reattached it above my head, standing me up straight. I looked down my body at the rivers of blood that ran down it from the needle insertions. Looking at Jack, I awaited my next punishment.
"I know what you're thinking Father, what next? Well, thankfully for you, there is nothing left but to send you home. And I've picked a special person just for that. You can come over now, darling."
I look up, not knowing what to expect and receive the shock of my life when my wife of twenty years comes and give Jack a deep, passion-filled kiss.
"Yes Jack, my darling husband, it's time for you to leave." She said, looking me in the eye. "Jack has shown me what a real man is and I've grown tired of covering for your sins. Jack will be my husband and Britney's father from now on. Goodbye. My wife smiled as she took and aimed a pistol at my head. Closing my eyes, I began to recite the Lords Prayer:
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name