Chapter 3

Karen had a sneaking suspicion that Eve would be in John's office for this session of confession. She also suspected the session would be recorded or piped to another place in the church were others could listen in. Many suspected the office was bugged. Karen was almost positive. There were too many of John's cronies' cars parked in the church lot and none of the owners in sight once she entered the church and made a cursory look around. They were all somewhere. The locked, soundproof choir room was a safe bet.

She knocked on the door to the Pastor's office and the door opened to let her in. There was Eve, spread-eagled over John's large oak desk, naked and fucked, sore and sticky with her wide crotch aimed at the chair offered to the confessor to sit in. John was the only other person in the room, smiling smugly, confidently seated behind his desk at the head of Eve. Since Eve was spread on the short axis, her head hung off John's side while her thin legs were pulled out in the splits along the long axis, placing her ass at the center of the desk, roughly eighteen inches from the front edge.

Karen studied the shocking vaginal display with casual interest, even as Eve lifted her head with matted hair and looked at her mother with eyes that were now experienced, tired, pleading--ENOUGH! Karen locked eyes to pass a message to hang in there and remember all they had talked about. When Eve got the message, her head fell back with a resigned thump on the drawer face followed by a sighing moan of despair.

Before taking the offered seat, Karen surveyed all the bright red weals all over Eve's body, especially on her hard, straining tits and all between her legs, thighs, and the portion of buttocks she could see. She then looked to smiling John and said, "You do try a mother. I hope you know that."

As Karen took her seat that would require them to converse over Eve's torso, he said, "Aren't I a rascal? I'm sick, Karen, but that fact is well documented. I'm in therapy, and I think the therapy is working. I haven't been that rough on her--seriously. There is not a mark on her luscious body that won't eventually go away, and she never bled, not once."

Karen perused the damage as she said, "I'm glad the therapy is working, but I'd like to see you try harder. [looking up] Everyone would. Dr. Jacob needs to be put on a tight leash. I can see he has been given his turn and been paid his fee."

"We're here to talk about you, Sister Karen, but I value your opinion. I won't leave her alone with him again. How's that?"

"If I thought that would inhibit him in any way, I'd be thrilled. Let me observe and I'll be impressed."

"I could arrange that, but could you stay out of it and just observe?"

"I would restrain myself, but I cannot promise to stay out of it, or not scratch his fucking eyes out."

"Your language, Sister Karen. We have a minor present. By the way, with an attitude like that, you can forget the invitation to observe a true master of molestation at work on such a fine specimen as your lovely daughter, but then you'll see a bit of his mastery on Sunday. In light of what I know, and knowing your reputation as a hot little spitfire, we may have to bind you to the chair."

"It's your church. Do as you wish, just remember, sooner or later, you must set me free."

"Is that a threat?"

"Just a fact. Look, I came here to make my confession and get absolution. If you're not willing to do my Celestial dry cleaning, I have laundry at home that needs doing."

"All right, Karen, let's cut the crap. You're still a Mormon at heart, so why are you here?"

"Because, I now have to decide whether to leave this church or join it in heart and spirit--get with the program in other words. You forced the issue when you snatched my daughter's snatch. I am not ready to tear my family away from a church they are bonded to... so, I'm joining. The confession, a full confession to bring me current, is my show of faith. I trust that a full and honest confession will make you go easy on Eve since you'll know I won't be running off to the authorities."

"Funny, I was thinking just the opposite. With you teetering on denouncing the faith, I'd be more cautious and lenient to keep you from going over the edge. You're giving me a carte blanche to do as I please with her. I smell a rat--a big fat rat."

"I'm trying to cooperate, John--Pastor John. Please, don't make this any more difficult on me than it already is. Look, my husband wants me to put your mind at ease, follow the rules, and get with the program. He feels left out, but the biggest reason is lying before me oozing sperm onto your desktop. Like you, he's a man. If you're going to be giving out pussy, he wants in the line, even if the line forms between his daughter's legs, especially if the line forms between his daughter's legs."

Eve lifted her head to see if her mother were serious as John said, "A man after my own heart. Makes sense, though I never knew Bobby boy had it in him. Your reaction to that doesn't make sense, however. I still smell rats."

"I love my husband. He loves his church. He loves his daughter, but the church is on a kinky path at present. He figures God must have his reasons for leading us down this twisted path--so be it. As his wife, what I think matters very little. If I were the most faithful of the faithful, what I thought wouldn't matter in the least. In brief, he is willing to follow your lead, even in this decadence that strikes close to home. You lead him; he leads me--to a point."

"Bob is a good man, a smart man and excellent driver. He wasn't smart or excellent last night, but I understand."

"Yes, and so does he. Anyway, here I am ready to fess up and I won't object to my daughter bearing witness though I know there are rules against that somewhere. You're a pervert and I accept that. I fully expected her to be here. I half expected her to be like this. Now, shall we get on with this, or do you wish to send me on my way and let me off the hook with my spiritual leader and bread winner?"

"You finally make sense, and now your actions last night make sense. From the preview I heard, kinky suits you to a tee. Frankly, some of the shit I heard made me blush, and some made me sick to my stomach. I think the biggest problem you've had adjusting to our church is we were too tame and boring for you."

"If you want the truth, it was too hypocritical for me. At least, when I decide to make a full confession, I will tell the unvarnished truth even though I know I may as well be telling it from the pulpit. If you people are right, and a meteor hits this church right after I'm done, I'll have the whitest robes at the gate."

"Well then, I'm eager to hear what you have to say, and since you are no hypocrite and you say you don't mind if your confession is made public, I'd like your permission to record it."

"I'm sure you would, but I'm no fool. Some of what I have done can land me in jail. No, I am holding you to your vow of secrecy. If any of this gets out, and I'm sure it will, at least you can never use it against me."

"Smart girl."

"I am, and I'm smart enough to know others are listening in violation of church law and church ethics. Again, let me remind them, that I can bring them up on charges as well. Listen close and tell all your friends, but if anything said here is ever used against me, I'll be at the Emerald City talking to the Wizard as fast as an airplane can get me there."

"Okay, Sister Karen. I think we have a good understanding. Please speak in a loud clear voice. Begin at the beginning, leave nothing out, use common language, and end with what you did last night in minute detail."

"All right. Once upon a time, in a land far away..."

"Very cute, Karen. Now, cut the comedy and make your confession. Start with your earliest memory of having sinned."

Karen settled back smiling, then began, "My first sin happened when I was eight, or that is my first conscious memory of sinning. I became fascinated with my dog's cock and wanted to touch it. [Eve's head came shooting up.] Touching led to an erection that looked so good that I just had to put my mouth on it and suck, which made the dog start fucking, which led to me getting a mouthful of gooey stuff that tasted funny but not unpleasant, so I swallowed."

Eve's expression revealed her absolute shock as John said, "I told you to cut the comedy. We're here to conduct serious church business. If you won't take this seriously, we'll end it right here."

"I am serious, damnit. I'm telling you exactly what happened whether you choose to believe me or not."

John relaxed with a smile, but Eve still strained up to stare at her mother in absolute shocked and stunned mortification. Karen could tell that she not only convinced John, she had Eve totally convinced as well. Karen shrugged to Eve and then went on, "I kept sucking off the dogs we had and a few from the neighborhood until my mother caught me at it and that's when I learned I had sinned and had to go confess my sin to the Bishop. That's what we call our church Pastor, and he's the one who takes confession. We also make confession in private, usually in his office. Mom waited outside the office. When he heard what I did, he wanted me to show him on his wanger, so I did, and he gave me a mouthful of gooey stuff that tasted almost as good as puppy juice--naturally, I gobbled it all down."

Eve still hadn't let her head down, and her expression never changed--absolute shock. John, on the other hand, had his cock out and was jacking off, loving every word, believing every word, and loving the way she told her story. He excitedly prompted, "Then what?"

"Well, he said I should let the doggie fuck me, then described what that was by using his finger in my virgin pussy. He showed me how to get on all fours like girl dogs do, and then he inserted his finger and made a rapid fucking motion that gave me my first climax. Seemed like a fun thing to me, and he was the Bishop, so I did, and I got caught. Mom had a fit, took me back to the Bishop, and he fucked me."

"I love it. Go on."

"Mom was at her wit's end with me, because she kept catching me either sucking or fucking dogs even after she took our two to the pound and had them put to sleep. She couldn't figure out why the Bishop couldn't scare me onto the straight and narrow path. Naturally, I didn't tell her he was fucking me. Eventually, she gave up and didn't try to prevent me from getting together with the dogs. She'd allow me to bring them into our house rather than risk me getting caught outdoors--again. I think..."

"Wait a minute! You got caught outdoors?"

"Yes, several times, and one time, our next door neighbors called an ambulance because we were stuck. That happened a lot with the bigger dogs. It always happened with their German Shepherd. It was no big deal. You just had to wait till the swelling went down and his dick knot went away, but they wouldn't listen to me. They panicked. Mom was so embarrassed. Luckily, by the time the paramedics arrived, it was all over and I was wrapped in a blanket. They still took me to the hospital. I'll bet you two or three dozen people looked up my snatch. I don't know what they were looking for. They washed all the puppy juice out."

"Karen, you are amazing."

"That's what they said. Anyway, I was ten when she gave up and allowed me to do my dirty business in the house. She even let me replace the dogs she got rid off. I got to pick them out. I picked big ones with big dicks, the kind that are great for sucking and fucking. She got to where she could watch me suck them both off and not get sick. Watching me fuck them was no problem for her by then. By the time I was eleven, she could masturbate to it, and by age twelve, she'd often do one while I did another. Mostly, she liked watching me while she frigged off or fucked herself with a big dildoe she ordered by mail."

Eve now saw through her mother and knew this was a story, a fantasy, but she was amazed that her mother would make such a confession knowing others were listening and the word would get around to everyone in the congregation as fact. Eve could also see that Pastor John bought the story as fact and was beside himself, pounding his tired pud like a horny choir boy peeking in on the girl's shower room.

The scene and the story were having their effect on Eve. She didn't think it were possible, but her body was turning on to the obscene narrative. She had a good imagination that could offer up clear mental images. These images made her nipples pucker and her pussy blossom before her mother's eyes.

Karen took note of the physical response as John said, "Fuck, this is hot stuff, Karen! Do go on."

"Daddy eventually found out about the dogs. He walked in on me getting the stuffings fucked out of me by a large bulldog with Mom sitting in a chair beside us, fucking herself with her mail-order dildoe. Off we both go to the Bishop. She first, then me. I think I'm going to get fucked, but when I go in, he can't get it up. When I try to suck it up, it's all smelly like pussy, plus it was all wet and sticky. He had me lick his holy cock and balls all clean, and I was halfway through when it dawned on me that he had fucked my mom. By then, I thought she tasted pretty good, so I licked him real good."

"Shit hot, Karen. You still love eating pussy, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, especially freshly fucked young pussy like the one set before me."

"Be my guest. Take a break."

"Don't mind if I do."

And with that, with Eve straining up to watch, Mommy dove on the soiled messy muff and gobbled fuck, making Eve go cross-eyed, popping John's cork, raining globs of sperm down on both of them as he is describing the action to an unseen audience.

Karen gave Eve an orgasm before returning to her seat, leaving Eve panting and cross-eyed. Evidently, her orgasms had been few and far between and she needed that one very badly. When her eyes again refocused, she seemed content to be lying spread out on a pervert's desk with four and a half more days to go, no longer counting the hours.

Karen knew she'd done Eve a world of good. A good orgasm always did work wonders on her sexually shy and reserved daughter. The plan seemed very right. Karen could imagine those listening in looked a lot like John--wasted with pleasure, awed by someone truly kinky. When he could regain full composure and was back in his huge leather chair, he said, "I'm impressed, Karen. Until I saw you go down on your daughter and eat that mess out of her pussy so enthusiastically, I thought you might be pulling my leg. You're one kinky bitch, Sister Karen, the kinkiest to ever grace this room in my tenure."

"Thank you. I am actually relieved to be bringing this all out in the open. Now, I can live my life more openly and honestly. To tell you the truth, I'm now glad that you abducted Eve and that you'll have her for so long."

While Eve pretended shock and dismay for John's benefit, she knew that her mother read her new feelings correctly and knew she was willing to experience this bizarre situation to the fullest, taking the good with the bad for the sake of the experience, trusting that God had his reasons.

John looked intrigued as he said, "Is that a fact?"

"Yes, she needs this experience, the full treatment, so I won't be asking for leniency or an early release."

Eve's head once again thumped the desktop. This time, the painful thump was intentional. John smiled and said, "I know what I mean by the full treatment, but what do you mean?"

"Well, you have her for five days, and you have a congregation full of horny men who lust after her. You could make a lot of points in five days by being generous with her sexy pussy. You can start with her daddy. He'd feel a great deal better about this if he were feeling a great deal better."

"I'll do that, but what about Dr. Jacob? In five days, I could score a lot of points with him, too."

"I would rather you didn't, and I can't imagine why you need his points, but she's all yours with my blessing. Just be aware that if you or anyone else fucks her up, I'll be pissed, and I am still a tiger mom. She's my baby girl, always will be. Don't think with your dick or let anyone else think with their dick, because it will be your dick in my claws and your balls in my jaws."

"I think we have a good understanding, so let's not get into any further threats. Just be aware that she'll suffer plenty but she will recover and not be scarred physically or mentally. We have not permanently hurt any of them, and Eve won't be the first. You have my word, but also know that no one will have gone through one tenth the suffering that Eve will suffer and her ordeal on Sunday will be, shall we say, very uncomfortable for her and her parents."

"I think she knows that by now. You won't need to restrain me. My attitude is, what doesn't kill you makes you strong. Go ahead and make her as strong as you can, just don't permanently harm her, physically or mentally, and I'll thank you when it's all over by getting down on my knees and sucking your cock."

"In front of everyone present?"

"Of course."

"It'll be standing room only, a full house, maybe twenty-five or thirty onlookers, all members of the congregation except for Dr. Jacob. Half will be first-time attendees. Does the offer still stand?"

"No, if that's the case, then I want to be stripped naked, forced to my knees, and ordered to suck you off. I think that would look better to the newbies. Of course, your regulars are listening in, so they'll know the true score."

"I like the way you think."

"I thought you might. As a further incentive not to get too carried away with making her strong, I'll go one further and go along with serving as your whores, both of us, church whores, good pussy you don't have to abduct--pussy you can share to win friends and influence people. [lifting her skirt and draping her legs over the chair's armrests] I think you'll find that we both have excellent pussy between our legs."

John was on his feet and en route to check out the beaver she so blatantly offered, narrating as he went, "Damn, Karen, that's a fine cunt you're showing me and your daughter. [He arrived, knelt, and felt] Nice shave, bald and smooth as a baby's behind. Nice and wet. Nice tight fuck hole, a full, fleshy cunt, and not one bit bashful. I like that in a whore."

"Bitch whore. I still fuck dogs. I hope that doesn't turn you off, but I find that mutt cock keeps my cunt in great shape, and mutt sperm seems to be good for the complexion, don't you agree?"

"Most assuredly, and it is by no means a turn off, although Eve might feel differently about serving the Lord as a bitch whore."

She certainly did by the look on her face, one that begged her mother not to send her down the Rover path because they'd do it for real. Karen noted the look, but said, "When called, you serve. She knows that. She'll make you an excellent bitch whore. I can assure you that she won't whine or whimper when you breed her or set her to nurse on canine cock."

[THUMP, groan, real this time]

John returned to his chair and patted the little bitch's cunt on the way, saying, "She doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm for interspecies mating, but I think she'll adjust before Sunday."

Karen smiled and said, "I think she'd better."

"Oh, she'll learn to love serving as a bitch in public. I'll make you a promise that she'll be a bitch in heat by then. She absolutely hates being struck between the legs with a flexible thin rod, especially when it hits the mark, her tender clit."

"I see you've hit the mark quite often already. You do know a girl's weakness. I'm sure she'll respond to her calling and make us all proud, assuming you don't spare the rod and spoil the child."

Eve lifted her head and said her first words: "Mom, why are you doing this to me? Don't you realize, they'll actually do it. They'll make me do it with people looking on, people we know, guys I go to school with. I'll never be able to show my face again, ever."

"Then show them your cute ass, Eve, but make things easy on yourself and be a good bitch for them. Accept your calling. Until God gives us another Pastor, you are a bitch whore. Odds are, the next Pastor will want you to remain a bitch whore, so you're looking at six years of service--minimum. Start thinking like a bitch. While you're at it, start thinking like a whore."

[THUMP, groan, real again]

John was pleased as punch and had a new erection to play with as he said, "Let's get back to your confession. I believe when we left off you were twelve and had tasted pussy, and your father knew you were a bitch."

"He didn't know I was hooked until he caught me and Mom in action a few more times over the next two years. By the time I entered puberty, he was sure. We had a new Bishop by then, my dad. Like you, we also do confession to gain absolution, so what Dad didn't see, he heard about."

John said, "Why would you confess the truth? I thought you Mormons didn't believe in Hell."

"We don't, but the Celestial Kingdom has levels depending on the whiteness of your robes, and we do have a hell of sorts--nothingness--nonexistence--absence of God--worse than Hell, so we always sought absolution even when the only man who could give it was husband and father. We were fucked because we couldn't stop, and Mom was having affairs at the time, so she was doubly fucked, plus, we were eating each other out by then. She had to tell him everything she was up to. We had daily confessions throughout his tenure, but we could do our confessing at home, so that was convenient."

"Oh fuck!"

"Yeah. Poor Daddy had a rough two-year tenure, because as husband and father, he had to act like he knew nothing, and as Bishop, he had to hear and absolve. Bishops can't punish; they can only listen and absolve."

"Holy shit, so he was powerless to do anything?"

"He was because he was a righteous man and a faithful Bishop. He lived the word of God and the Doctrine and Covenants--our church law. Yours and ours are pretty much the same. While he was our Bishop, his hands were tied, but as soon as he returned to being a regular member, boy did we get it. Mom really got it because she was eight months pregnant by her black lover, and Daddy knew the black guy knocked her up because she confessed to going along with the guy just because knocking up the Bishop's wife turned him on."

"Fuck, your mother was a bitch in her own right."

"In her own way, she was as devout as my dad, just sexually weak where big, black dicks were concerned. She confessed the plan before she went off the pill, and confessed to planning their fucks when she'd be ovulating. Daddy knew when she screwed, every time she screwed, and he knew when she missed her first period. He knew that he'd raise another man's bastard, a black one, and boy was that kid dark--kinky-haired and very dark."

"What did he do?"

"Mostly, yell and threaten a lot, but only after stepping down from the Bishopric. He returned to a cheating wife that couldn't even stop while he was her Bishop, and a daughter hooked on mutts in the same house. He had to live with it, but he eventually broke down and screwed me. He wasn't made of stone. Of course, the first time, he got sloppy seconds after a dog. He even had to wait his turn, but after breaking the incest ice, he took pussy when he had to have it and became a regular at confession, same as us."