Chapter 6

We arrived at the jail, and I used my mind control to get the police to allow me to see dad in the attorney client room without Janice. I waited for them to put him in the room and chain him to the table. Then they left, telling him with my push that his lawyer would be in to see him shortly. Once they were gone, I entered the room and, using my telekinesis, locked the door and made sure it would say locked. Dad looked at me and snarled. “What are you doing in here, you little shit?”

“I’ve come to see you, Silas, and tell you the truth.”

“What are you going on about now, you pathetic little worm?”

I laughed and reached into his mind, making him see my skin melt away, revealing what he thought a demon looked like. “You were right Silas. I’m not your son. He died all those years ago when that bat hit his head. I took his skin. Look at me and see me for what I really am.”

His eyes bugged out and his heart and breathing both sped up. I convinced his mind that my eyes were glowing. “All these years you and that pathetic fake preacher tried to purify your son and there was nothing to purify. Do you know why you fucked your pastor? Do you? You pathetic little worm?”

My dad was pulled as far away as the chain on his wrists would allow him to. He was trying to curl into a ball in the chair. Desperate to get away from what he was seeing me as. I roared in my best demon voice, amplifying it in his ears. “ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE SHIT. WHY DID YOU FUCK YOUR PASTOR IN THE ASS? WHY DID YOU FORCE HIS COCK DOWN YOUR THROAT? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHY FUCK HEAD?”

Dad whimpered and shook his head. I laughed my normal laugh and let him see me as myself again as I leaned right up into his face. “Because I told you too, Dad. That’s why. I made you do it.”

He shook his head and pointed at me. “Get behind me, demon. In the name of Jesus, I command you.”

I laughed and let him see me as the demon again. “You command me? You have no power over me. Look at me! Look into my eyes.” With my push, he couldn’t help but obey me. “I’ll prove to you that you have no power. I own you and your family, you little worm. I pushed the memories of fucking my mom and her begging me to fuck her into his mind. “This was how I spent last night.” I showed him my memory of my mother denying that he was her master. Followed by her screaming in orgasmic bliss as she declared me her only true master. “I’ve taken your slut from you. She belongs to me. She begs her son to fuck her. She cums like she never did for you as I fuck her ass.” I showed him that. “I even have taken your little girl, Daddy. She is my slut now, too. I showed him Charlotte on her knees, sucking my cock. Followed by her begging me to make her my slave.

Dad screamed at that and tried to reach out and choke me. I grabbed him by the throat with telekinesis and lifted him as far as I could with his arms chained to the table. Then, just for fun, I opened the cuffs and let them fall as his body slammed to the ceiling. “That isn’t all, Daddy. I’m taking your mistress away from you, too. Not yet, but soon. What will you do when I own your mistress? Why, if I own her, I’ll own you too, won’t I?” I laughed and cleared his mind so he could see me as I really was.

“Where is your authority now, Dad? Come down and beat me now.” He screamed and cursed me for a demon from hell as he was pinned to the ceiling. Then I let him go and watched him crash to the ground. He jumped up and tried to attack me, hands held out in front like he was going to try to choke me again, and I froze him where he stood. “You can’t touch me unless I let you, Dad. But I can touch you.” I reached inside of his pain receptors and tweaked them so that his whole body felt like it was on fire from the inside out. “Burn Daddy Dear. Burn in the fires of Hell that you tried to send me to.”

He screamed so loud that I could hear the officers outside the door trying to get inside. But my telekinetic hold on the door stood. They called for someone to get the swat team to breach the door. I knew my time was short. So, I shoved dad back into the chair and had the cuffs slither up and lock back on his arms. Then I quieted his screams and removed the pain. Once we were both sitting, I pushed and told him he wouldn’t be able to shut up to everyone how his son was actually a demon. How he’d tell them he’d tried for years since his son was ten to beat the demon out of him, but nothing worked. He wouldn’t be able to mention anything about what he’d seen with mom or Charlotte, but he’d see it every night as he tried to sleep. He’d tell them what that the demon in his son had done to him here in the room and that I’d made him fuck the pastor with demonic power.

In other words, I made sure my father would sound like a raving lunatic. Then I unlocked the door and released him. As the door popped open with the force of the officers pushing against it, my dad screamed and cursed at me, straining to reach me and choke me. Every single one of the officers saw him with spit flying, almost foaming at the mouth, accusing me of being a demon. I looked heartbroken and went to the door when they asked me to leave. I turned and spoke to my dad “I love you, dad; I hope they can help you get well.” Then I pushed one last thought at my dad that he needed to fuck every man he saw and have them fuck him. As I walked to where Janice was waiting, I heard dad trying to get the cops to fuck him and let him fuck them.

After a few minutes, a man came in carrying a doctor’s bag and entered the room where my father was still raving about demons and needing to be fucked and to fuck. Then shortly everything went quiet. The doctor and captain of the police force approached Janice and me. “I’m sorry, Miss Snyder, but it seems like your client has had a complete psychotic break. We’ll have to admit him to the psych ward and recommend he be committed until he can be declared competent to stand trial.”

Janice nodded. “I understand. I’ll petition the judge Monday to appoint one of his family as power of attorney over him and his assets. I’m sure they’ll sign any commitment papers you need signed.” She turned and looked at me. “Isn’t that right Greg?”

I hung my head and then nodded. “Of course, whatever needs to be done to help him get well.”

The captain looked at me with pity. “Son, I hate to ask this, but before we medicated him, your father said that he and the pastor of the church regularly tried to beat a demon out of you. Is that true?”

I acted scared. “They were just trying to help me, they said.”

The captain’s eyes narrowed. “How did they try to help you, Greg?”

“I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, Captain. They were just trying to help.”

“Did they hurt you trying to help you?”

“They said that they had to whip the demon out of me. It didn’t even hurt after a few years.”

The captain’s jaw worked. “Where did they do this at?”

Dad would stirp me at home and beat me with a white leather belt. It’s still in his dresser, I think. Then once or twice a month I’d be taken to church. There’s a room in the basement with three locks on it that the pastor and elders called the purification room. It had a bed and a cross with straps attached to it like a big x. They’d strap me to that cross and use whips or rods on me. If they thought I’d been particularly evil then a cat of nine tails was used to scourge the devil out of me.”

“Jesus Christ.” The captain turned to a uniformed cop standing behind him. “Jackson, get a forensic team and swat together. I’m calling Judge Henderson for a search warrant. We’re raiding the First Holiness church as soon as the warrant is issued.”

“Do you need us anymore, Captain?”

“I need Greg to come into an interrogation room and repeat what he just told me for the record.”

I looked up, playing up the scared whipped teen look. “Am I in trouble? Did I say something wrong?”

The captain put his hand on my shoulder. “No, young man, but very wrong things have been done to you. I promise that every man who hurt you will pay for what they did to you.”

“But they were trying to help me.”

“No, son, they weren’t. But I’m going to help you now. Come, tell me your story again and then you can go home.”

I looked at Janice, and she nodded. She knew what I was doing, but as my slut she kept her mouth shut and played her part. “Can I sit with him, Roy?”

“You’re his family’s legal counsel, aren’t you?”

“You know I am.”

“Then I can’t keep you out, can I?”

She smiled and followed us into the interrogation room. Forty-five minutes later, we were leaving as the captain called the judge to get a warrant for the church. He asked that Janice bring the belt to them in a plastic bag to enter as evidence in the case as well. When we left, I had Janice drive me straight to the church. There I found the pastor and elders all sitting just outside the room they called the room of purification. When they saw me, they stood, but I pushed them all. “Stay seated and silent. When I leave, you will forget I was here tonight and go about whatever it was you were about to do. When the police show up, you will not be able to run away but will calmly obey what they say. You will also not be able to lie to them and will answer fully in as much detail as you can any questions they ask you.” I could see them trying to resist my commands, so I pushed harder. As I looked into the pastor’s eyes, I caught a flash of relief that I hadn’t asked what they were doing. So, I pushed again. You can’t lie to me either and will answer any question I ask fully too.”

It was then I remembered something my sister had said about the pastor trying to convince her she needed to let him purify her. “What do you do to purify the girls in the church?”

What they told me made me as angry as I’d ever been. They would take girls as young as twelve and basically rape them repeatedly to cover them in their holy seed to purify them from the stain of Eve’s sin. That’s when I noticed the locks were off the purification room with the bed and its presence suddenly made sense. “Who’s in that room right now?” Pastor James smiled. “My daughter Chastity. She turned eighteen today. So tonight is the night of her purification. Her mother wouldn’t let me purify her before now.”

Oh, hell no! There was no way that I was going to let these bastards rape the preacher’s virgin daughter on her eighteenth birthday. “Would your wife let you purify her now if she knew what you were doing?”

“No, but she is gone on the women’s retreat. When she returns, my daughter will have already been purified by our holy seed.”

I wanted to go into that room and free her, but I knew I couldn’t. The captain needed to find her there to add another charge to these men. So, while I couldn’t free Chastity, I would not let them touch her, either. So, I pushed harder than ever at each of them. “You will continue to prepare for the purification ritual, but you will take your time. None of you will touch Chastity or even be able to get an erection to purify her. You’ll still be out here preparing when the police come and pastor you will ask them to leave while you finish purifying the girl in the room. When they ask, you will again answer truthfully, forgetting that I was here.”

Then I walked into the room to see Chastity tied to the bed, completely naked. I covered her with a sheet. “Chastity, why are you here?”

“Dad said I had to be purified, that it was time.”

“Do you know what they are going to do to you?”

Tears were running down her face. “Yes, but what can I do? They’re our elders. We’re supposed to obey them in everything.”

That’s when I realized who the fourth woman was that the Fates had said would belong to me for my lifetime. Chastity James, the pastor’s daughter, was a natural submissive. I didn’t know what was going to happen when the police got here, but I knew if I left her like she was, she would just find some other predator to follow. So, I pushed. “Chastity, I’m going to tell you some things, and when you hear them, you’re going to know they are the truth. You’ll repeat them when I tell you to and as you repeat them, they will become like the Bible to you without dispute. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Okay, here’s the first truth. “The elders are sinful, wicked men. They don’t follow God and we shouldn’t follow them.”

She gasped as that thought pushed into her subconscious. “What is the first truth, Chastity?”

“The elders are sinful, wicked men who don’t follow God. I shouldn’t follow them.”

“That’s right. Are you ready for the second truth?” She nodded her head. “Your father is a false preacher. He isn’t a man of God, but a filthy sinner who wants to rape his own daughter. You don’t have to obey him anymore.”

I stroked her cheek, wiping away tears that fell as I told her the truth. “Tell me the second truth now.”

“Daddy is a false preacher. He isn’t a man of God, but a filthy sinner who wants to rape his own daughter. I don’t have to obey him anymore.”

That’s right, one last truth. Are you ready to hear it?”

Again, she nodded. “Greg Masters is the only man who cares about you. When you’re released, you will go to his house and ask him to claim you as his own. That’s what you want more than anything else in the world.”

“Can you tell me the last truth?”

She looked at me and I could see even before she repeated it as the thought took hold. I’d bind her to me more fully after she came to me, but this was all I had time for now. “You are the only man who cares for me, Greg. When I get out of here, I’m going to come to your house and ask you to claim me as your own. That’s what I want more than anything in the world.”

“That’s good Chastity. Now you’ll forget that I was ever here and obey the truths as soon as you can.”

I left, closing the door most of the way but leaving it open just enough that the cops should see it. Then I left, allowing the hold I had on the pastor and elders to drop away. It was only early afternoon, and I’d had a full day already. I got into my father’s car and had Janice follow me home. Once there, we bagged my father’s white punishment belt, and I sent it with Janice to drop at the police station on her way home for the night. No sooner had I gotten inside than my phone buzzed that I’d gotten a text. I looked and saw a picture of Lauren, her pussy completely bald. I texted her back. “Good Girl I’ll be over to see you soon to make you mine.”

Then I entered the den to see Charlotte, Barbie and a very curvy black-haired, blue-eyed girl I could only assume was Amber. “Hello girls, did you miss me?”

Charlotte and Barbie got up and ran over to kiss me. “We did. Look what we brought you, Master.”

The curvy young woman stood behind them; God, she was cute. A little bigger than what society said was pretty, but I thought she was a knockout. She reminded me of a dark-haired pinup girl from the fifties. I remembered when I was younger, my grandfather used to have a picture of a girl in the back of the garage where he worked on old vintage cars. The girl he told me about was Betty Paige, and that’s exactly who Amber reminded me of: a younger Betty Paige. Her black hair hung down past the middle of her back in waves. Her lips were full and painted fire engine red with lipstick. Her eyes were the most electric blue I’d ever seen, and I could almost get lost in them like a deep lagoon. Her breasts were even larger than Barbies, if that was possible, and her stomach wasn’t tiny or narrow, but she didn’t look fat either, just full and healthy. Her ass, though, was a thing of beauty. It was that perfect peach shape and full. My first thought when I saw it was “I like big butts and I cannot lie.” Dear God, did she have a big one. She wore a simple blue T-shirt that had the words to a popular song on the front that might be wishful thinking on other girls, but they were the plain truth for Amber. “My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.” Her stomach was visible, and she had a simple blue gem hanging from a piercing in her belly button. Right below that was a tight, short white skirt that barely covered her ass. She had on thigh high smoke-colored stockings and cobalt blue four-inch fuck me heels.