Chapter 8: Once Upon a Time in San Francisco

Foreword

I’m trying out a somewhat modified narrative style where I’m placing more *** breaks between POV shifts in the same scene to make it easier to track in who’s head we are. Please feel free to drop a comment and let me know if this works better or if the old way is preferable.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Sister Sister

The sound of laughter faded down the hallway as the students left church, their bible studies completed for the day. Sister Emilia waved them off, a proud smile on her face. Inquisitive and good-natured, the students had been a joy to teach. They had been raised in caring homes, brought up on the Lord’s message, and kept themselves to a high standard. She was thrilled to know she was helping to shape the future leaders of the community.

Emilia stepped back into the classroom, the unruly wind tugging at her brown curls. The overcast sky and blustering winds promised a downpour soon enough.

She straightened her headband, clearing the errant strands from her youthful face. Her Greek heritage gave her a sharp nose and jawline, but an easy smile and soft eyes made her friendly and approachable. She’d only been at the parish for a few years, but she was already the most trusted of the Sisters, being the closest in age with the older kids. They would come to her for help, be it questions of faith or studies. Always quick to help and keep their confidence, she was the favored resource of the students. Which was why it worried her that she hadn’t heard from Allison in so long.

Allison had been such a sweet girl, studying hard, volunteering for events, and just a pleasant person all around. But then she had stopped coming to church. The students said she was still at school, but she never stopped by anymore.

Emilia nibbled her lower lip. Surely it would be alright for her to visit Allison for a wellness check. They had been able to talk so freely before. Maybe Allison just needed someone to reach out to her, to let her know that the Lord was always there for her, and that there was always a safe space for her here.

As if a sign from above, the clouds parted for just a moment, and the sun shone brightly on her face. Emilia lifted the cross on her pendant to her lips, kissing it softly and saying a prayer.

Josh gathered the giggling Allison onto his lap. He nuzzled her neck as she cooed. He loved her smell, that sweet scent of innocence and playfulness. Spending the day with her, and only her, had made such a difference. Gone was the tiredness in her eyes, the wrinkles from her frowns, and only the sound of her laughter filled the air. This had been sorely needed, and he should have done it sooner.

Allison wiggled her hips, settling in his lap. A moan escaped her lips as he nibbled her neck, his strong arms holding her tight around the waist. It was heaven. Having Daddy’s undivided attention, just like it had been in the beginning. Only them.

The buzzing of a phone interrupted her thoughts. She tried to ignore it, but it wormed its way into her brain. She couldn’t keep putting it off, but not today. Not while she was so happy with Daddy.

“Sweety? Are you okay?” Josh asked, sensing the tension suddenly returning to his little cutie.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said with a little sigh, reaching over to silence the phone, choosing to ignore the multiple calls.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Josh said, kissing her cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not today, Daddy. Today is for us.”

Allison clicked on the camera, flipping it to selfie mode. She leaned back, nuzzling him and centering the shot.

Such a handsome man. Strong and gentle, caring and loving. A daddy through and through.

The camera clicked, capturing the moment. Allison flipped through the library, smiling at all the happy memories. Walking on the pier. Eating ice-cream. Ice skating. Every picture accompanying a radiant smile. She almost couldn’t recognize herself from the old pictures from before meeting him. Fake smiles, forced poses, none of it real.

A naughty smile spread as Allison tapped on the video. Their video. The old Allison on her knees, gagging on a fat cock, tears streaming down her face. It made her warm every time she saw it. How powerless she’d been. How afraid. How he’d taken her. Her lips parted, breathing heavier as she watched his cock force its way down her little throat.

“Do you know what would make this day perfect, Daddy? If you did this to me. Not just this. If you took me, however you wanted. If you made me your little slut again.”

Josh chuckled at how worked up she was getting. She squirmed in his lap, her eyes glued to the video. Well, it was her day. And he’d do his best to meet her needs.

“Of course, sweety. How would you like me to do it?”

“You could break into my room. Bring your gun. Force me down. Scare me. Punish me. Take me in every hole until I’m a crying mess.” Allison’s breath came out in labored pants as she imagined it. “Don’t stop, even when I beg you. Treat me like the slut you know I am. Make me your slut again.”

“As long as you remember the safe word, sweety.”

It was cute that Daddy thought she’d ever need a safe word with him.

“I remember, Daddy.” Allison kissed his cheek and stood up. “Now, you should go get into character while I change. I have a big surprise for you.”

Emilia hummed to herself tunelessly as she drove down the busy road, her rosary swaying from the rearview mirror. The car was functional, though in sore need of replacement. An old, donated sedan that worked just fine, but had a lingering scent of tobacco that no amount of air fresheners could chase away. Still, it was better than the old van the church had. It was great for hauling boxes and cargo for charity drives and the such, but it was one of those utility vans that made for terrible seating. They’d spruced up the paint with colorful depictions of clear skies and flowers, but no amount of care could add windows to it. Some of the kids had jokingly called it the ‘candy van’ as it resembled far too closely the vehicles they’d been warned about not getting into.

As much as Emilia loved working for the small church, it sorely needed financial aid. It all seemed to evaporate the moment it arrived, going into charity events, community service, or simply maintenance. The Mother Superior was forever looking for new avenues of funding.

Emilia pulled to a stop at the intersection, the signals swaying from the battering of the growingly ferocious winds. The dark clouds in the skies moved rapidly, covering the sun and plunging the streets into a darkness reminiscent of dusk. Surprisingly, the rain hadn’t begun yet, but it was only a matter of time. Perhaps another sign from the Lord to stay indoors with Allison and have a good heart to heart.

The phone on the dashboard lit up, playing a little jingle.

“Hello, this is Sister Emilia,” she said upon tapping the button.

“Hello Sister. This is Helena, we met a few months ago at the annual church gala.”

Emilia paused for a moment, trying to recall a Helena. The event had been quite large, with many of the parents and community members gathering for mass. A vague recollection of an elegant woman in a wide-brimmed bonnet came to her.

“Helena Escora?” Emilia asked as the light changed to green. “Allison’s mother, right?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“What can I do for you Helena?”

“Well, it’s about Allison. I’ve been out of the country for a bit and haven’t been able to get ahold of her recently. I recalled her being very fond of you, and I was hoping I could ask a favor of you.”

It wasn’t unusual for parents to contact her, though she made sure never to betray the trust the young ladies put in her.

“Of course, Helena. What troubles you?”

“Well, it’s nothing serious. It’s just, well, I worry about her. I know she’s an adult, but a mother can worry, right? She’s alone there and doesn’t have the support she once did. Does she talk to you? Is school stressing her out? I know we put a lot on her shoulders.”

It was as if the Lord himself was directing her to help Allison. He’d even inspired Allison’s mother to give her a literal call to action. A great sense of responsibility filled Emilia. She would guide this lost lamb back to the flock.

“Please, don’t worry Helena. I’m actually on my way to see her right now. Young ladies are under such pressure these days, so of course I will do everything I can to help her. Please, be at ease, I’ll make sure she’s alright.”

“Wonderful. Thank you. I really appreciate this, Sister. And could you ask her to call me? I feel like we’ve been drifting apart.”

“Of course, Helena.”

A shy smile tugged at Allison’s lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. Silky hair pulled back into two pigtails, little heart bands holding them in place. Light blush dusting her cheeks, demure lipstick on her kissable lips. A soft lace collar tight against her elegant neck, a golden cross dangling from it. An immaculate white, button-up shirt done to the top and a light cardigan pulled over. A pleated skirt to mid-thigh and socks pulled to her knees, and little black pumps.

Perfect. Just a good little Christian girl. Innocent. Naïve to the world. Completely unspoiled.

A giggle escaped her lips at the sound of the doorbell. Would Daddy play with her? Make her run through the house? Chase her down and push her to the floor? Gag her as he had his way with her?

Allison skipped down the dark hallway, thoughts of all the naughty things Daddy would do to her making her wet.

“Who is it?” she called in a singsong voice, stopping to primp one last time before opening the door. “Is it a delivery? Mommy and Daddy aren’t here, but I can sign for it.”

Dressed in a flowing floral dress, cinched at the waist by a wide white belt, stood Sister Emilia. The coy smile fell from Allison’s face as her mind blanked.

“Good afternoon, Allison,” Emilia said, a gentle smile on her face. “I’m sorry to intrude. I was just worried about how you were doing. I haven’t seen you in so long, and I feared you might be getting stressed.”

“Ah, no, I’m fine,” Allison started, her tongue tripping over itself. Being in front of Sister Emilia brought back all kinds of feelings, like guilt at not having been back to church since meeting Daddy. “I’m sorry I haven’t been back. I just...”

Allison trailed off under Emilia’s kind gaze. What exactly could she say? I’m sorry, Daddy has been using my body in sinful ways so I can’t come to church without leaking cum from every hole.

Emilia could see the conflict in her eyes. Of course, she must be feeling guilty. That wasn’t Emilia’s goal though. Everyone had their own circumstances. She was just here to offer Allison a shoulder to lean on.

“I like the outfit,” Emilia said, breaking the awkward silence that followed. “You have such wonderful taste in fashion. I wish some of the other girls would dress more like this.”

Her dress? Allison looked down at herself. Right. For Daddy. A slow smile crept onto Allison’s lips, even as she tried to mask the flush of arousal. She took a shuddering breath, her lips parting slightly.

“Would you like to come in, Sister Emilia?” Allison asked, her eyes flashing dangerously.

The face mask fit tightly over Josh, muffling the world. If he was going to do this, he had best put his all into it. The leather gloves creaked as he flexed his hands. The gun fit easily into one hand, though his padded finger couldn’t fit to pull the trigger. Not that it mattered since there was no trigger in the first place. He really should get that fixed at some point.

Josh stuck the gun in the waistband of his pants and checked his pockets. He flipped out the pocketknife and inspected it. Barely sharp, but it wasn’t like he was going to use it anyway. He put it back and checked how many zip ties he had. Four should be plenty. He couldn’t really imagine what else he’d need to tie.

Well, that all seemed good. He should really be able to give her a fright with all this. Now for the entrance. Going in the back was too expected. Maybe if he pretended to be a delivery driver? No, that was too contrived. Oh, maybe a classic horror movie trope. He could post up in her bedroom, hide in the closet and then call her.

An idea formed in his head. Trapped in the house with a psycho. He could block all the exits and stalk her, making her think she could escape, but ultimately cornering her.

Josh went out back, pulling large wood chips from around the hedges and wedging the doors shut with them. A bit of a fire hazard, but they could always go out a window if necessary. Realistic enough, no need to put people in danger.

Once he was set, Josh made his way to the front. He paused at the car in the driveway. He didn’t recognize it. Or the woman standing at the door.

His eyes widened in surprise. He had wanted this day to be all about Allison, but apparently she had other ideas. So, this was the big surprise. Well, as long as Allison was happy, he’d play along. He’d make sure to pay extra attention to Allison though, it was her day after all.

Allison’s eyes went wide as the masked man stepped into the driveway. Her heart leapt into her throat, her stomach sinking, and her legs shaking. This was it. This was the feeling. The feeling of terror and utter helplessness.

Emilia frowned as Allison suddenly froze, the blood draining from her face. Emilia turned to follow Allison’s gaze, every hair on her body standing on end as a masked man glowered at them. She’d heard of this before; they were here for Allison.

“Go, gogogogo,” Emilia frantically shouted as she pushed Allison into the house. Her legs wouldn’t work properly, making her stumble across the threshold. Her foot caught on the doorframe, sending her sprawling across the entranceway, her purse spraying its contents.

It was only a moment where Allison hadn’t been looking, but he was gone. He was scary good at this. Her heart hammered in her chest.

Allison moved to the door quickly, spotting an errant phone that had been flung from sister Emilia’s purse. She kicked it outside, before slamming the door shut, pushing her back against the door and sliding down it. She was going to cum so hard when Daddy finally caught and fucked her.

“We, we have to call for help!” Emilia cried out as she searched for her phone. “Allison, call the police!”

“I, I don’t have my phone,” Allison said. “It’s in my room.”

Emilia grabbed Allison’s hand, dragging her down the dark hallway, the lights flickering ominously. “Hurry, we have to go!”

A thousand thoughts ran through Emilia’s head, but she was sure of one thing, this was what the Lord had sent her for; to protect Allison. That man was here for Allison. He wouldn’t hurt Allison; he needed her for ransom. They just needed to hide until help came. The Lord would protect them

“Do you have a saferoom? Somewhere to hide?”

The house lights suddenly clicked off, plunging the hallway into darkness, the only light shining behind them from the darkened windows.

“Hide!” Emilia hissed, dragging Allison into a room and shutting the door. She batted at the wall, searching for the light switch. Her fingers found the smooth plastic, clicking it furiously, but nothing happened. Her stomach sank, bile rising in her throat. He’d cut the power.

A heavy thud resounded from outside.

He was in the house.

Emilia’s lips twitched in silent prayer.

Josh grunted as he picked himself up off the ground, his foot having caught on the window and sending him face first onto the carpet. The movies made it seem so easy. And he was seriously reconsidering having tripped the breaker, because the hallway was pitch black. He limped his way out of the room and promptly smashed into a lamp.

Well, hopefully Allison was enjoying herself.

Josh chuckled to himself, running his hand along the wall. It helped to orient himself as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He swung open a door, the wan light pouring from the hallway barely illuminating the room.

Josh paused in the hall, listening intently. Faint cries and shushing noises came from the door beside him. He grinned, imaging how Freddy Kruger would do this. It was the fear, the waiting that was the worst part. He needed to play with her.

Josh flipped out his knife, running the point along the door, carving a little groove along it. He could just patch it up later, but still, he didn’t press in too hard. The grinding sound of metal on wood echoed down the hall. Panicked breaths came from the other side.

He dragged the knife against the wall now, every heavy step accompanied by the crack of plaster being carved. He knew where they were, but he couldn’t let on just yet.

In one of the rooms, pressed into a corner by Sister Emilia, Allison squeaked with every breath. His slow and heavy steps, the hard scratching along the walls, the sudden creak of doors, the growing dread of what he’d do to her when he found her, made her nearly wail in ecstasy.

Emilia gulped heavily, wrapping Allison protectively as the girl was having a panic attack. Allison’s labored breaths came heavily as she clawed at Emila’s arm in blind terror. She had to protect Allison. Emilia couldn’t let him take her. This was why she was here. This was why the Lord had sent her here.

Emilia’s head grew woozy as she violently shook in place. That horrible scratching along the walls, the heavy thuds of steps. She could barely breathe. The oppressive aura of a killer triggered something primal in her. She couldn’t flee. She couldn’t fight. She was frozen in fear, like a rabbit facing a lion. She was prey.

Allison stifled a moan as she slowly ran a finger along her soaked panties, her clit so hard it hurt. She shook from her barely contained orgasm. If Sister Emilia hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed on the floor.

Josh continued down the hall, slowly easing the pressure off the knife and taking lighter steps, until even he could barely hear himself. He suppressed a chuckle as he quietly snuck back to where they were hiding. He squared up on the door. They needed to think they were safe.

A quiet sob escaped Emilia’s lips once the sounds disappeared down the hall. The Lord had answered her prayers and kept them safe from the kidnapper.

Emilia gently rubbed Allison’s arms. She was shaking like a leaf in a storm. Emilia took her hand and tried to stand, her quaking legs barely listening to her. She tugged Allison’s hand, but the girl didn’t follow. Allison just mumbled, crying softly for her father.

“Stay here,” Emilia said softly, trying not to terrify Allison any more lest she pass out. “I’ll draw him off. Allison? Nod if you understand.”

Allison nodded slowly, her body still shaking from the rush of ecstasy surging through her.

“Don’t ... don’t let him take me,” Allison whispered, clutching Emilia’s hand. “Please. Don’t let him have his way with me.”

Emilia quailed at the implication. Was that how kidnappers operated? Would they despoil her and send video evidence of it with the ransom letter? Would they escalate if the money didn’t come on time? Would they impregnate her?

She couldn’t let that happen. Those monsters couldn’t be allowed to sully the Lord’s children.

“I won’t,” Emilia said, rubbing Allison’s hand. “Stay hidden here, behind the bed. No matter what you see or hear, don’t come out. Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay hidden.”

Allison nodded again, pressing herself deeper into the corner beside the nightstand. She drew her knees to her chest, seeming to meld into the darkness.

Emilia took soft steps toward the door. Her hand wrapped gently around the cross on her neck. The Lord was with her. She’d be okay. The Lord would protect her.

Josh listened intently, the hushed tones ceasing and the slight creaking of floorboards beneath the carpet approaching. He tensed his leg and kicked out as hard as he could, his foot landing beside the handle and launching the door open with the cracking and splintering of wood. He winced slightly at the thought of fixing that.

Emilia’s whole world froze. The door had splintered open, the pale light shining from behind, illuminating his massive frame. He just stood there, his heavy breaths sending shivers down her spine.

Her legs gave out, leaving her a quivering pile on her knees before the dark figure. She couldn’t move. Nothing listened to her, not her legs, her hands, even her throat. All she could do was stare in horror as he took a heavy step toward her, the leather on his hand creaking as it flexed.

Josh had been a little worried that maybe he’d hit the girl with the door when she had collapsed onto her knees, but she seemed fine. She just stared at him, her lips hanging open. No sign of Allison though. Was she hiding?

A slow grin spread on his face. So, that was the game. He’d have to ‘interrogate’ her friend first. Allison was probably in the closet, watching and fingering herself. He could play along, and once he was done with this girl, he’d yank Allison out and fulfill all her little fantasies too. Honestly, this was turning out to be a lot of fun.

Josh briefly considered using the Batman voice, going all deep and gravely, but opted instead for the Mike Meyers, silent and foreboding. He stepped in, wrapping his hand around the girl’s slender and exposed neck, squeezing just enough to catch the breath in her throat. She just moaned, opened her mouth wider, and hesitantly tapped at his arm and leg.

Emilia’s eyes were wide in terror, her quaking arms pleading with him even as the words died in her throat. She moved her lips as his grip tightened around her throat. She shook her head, a tear running down her cheek. She’d never tell him where Allison was.

Josh chuckled, taking a step closer as the girl pawed at his pants. Maybe this was more like a porn horror after all. Usually the girl’s didn’t throw themselves at the killer like this, but hey, he wasn’t the director. He caught the girl’s hand in his own grip, directing it to his straining cock. This really shouldn’t be turning him on this much, but apparently Allison knew him better than he even knew himself.

The tight grip on Emilia’s throat strangled her sob. Allison had been right. They were going to violate them and use it to blackmail the family for ransom. She had to spare Allison of this fate. Not sweet little Allison. Was this why she was here? The Lord had sent her to sacrifice herself for Allison.

Emilia nodded, the grip slackening on her neck as she shakily undid his pants. She’d never done this, any of this. She’d been saving herself, just like the Lord had commanded. And if the Lord commanded it, she would give it to this man. Anything to save Allison.

Slowly, Emilia’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, the massive cock bobbing in front of her like an angry serpent. It throbbed, veins bulging. She hesitantly wrapped her hand around it, glancing up at those cold eyes.

The gloved hand gripped her neck tightly, pulling her closer. Her lips pressed against the underside of the fleshy appendage, a strong and musky scent filling her nose. She opened her mouth, running her tongue along the smooth and veiny cock. She lapped at it, that grip loosening once more as she licked faster.