Chapter 11

“And so, in conclusion, I would like to declare that any true, just, righteous God would never so persecute or punish people merely for belief or lack thereof. I find the god of Romans and far different from the one in the Gospels and from the one in James. I think that, as Christians, if one wishes to be like Jesus, one must be honest and accurate, and not be bound to following blindly the letters of dead men. When people in that era referred to Scripture, they meant the Old Testament, not their own correspondence. More than once, Paul of Tarsus asserts that his writings are his own peculiar views, not the inspired, infallible Word of God. Jesus himself warned that we should be ‘wise as serpents, but harmless as doves.’

“I would like to think that, by now, being people of reason as well as faith, we can discern between spiritual wheat and chaff in the Scriptures, and so, I am resigning because I stand opposed to this denomination’s reluctance to face facts and admit to present and historical errors in both the canon and creed. I am joining a new church with a better understanding of divinity and of man, of the universe itself,” Reverend George Anderson informed his congregation rather bluntly now as he ended his final sermon.

“And so are the rest of you,” Julian spoke up now, leading a group of his new family/tribe into the building, “I am Julian Vaughan. I briefly went by Julian Hunter, as part of a plan to give everyone in my family and sect the same surname, but I dropped that due to the likely confusion that outsiders might experience. From now on, you, like George, will part of my church, and this building will be one of many claimed by it, especially once tithes and other revenues for much of the Christian faith dry up. I am taking over the religious racket, if you will, and I expect all of you to show up promptly on Sunday for services of MY religion.”

“You got a lot of nerve, daring to utter such blasphemies, you disgusting vermin... , “ Deacon Gary Horne thundered, truly aghast at being subjected to such talk in a Methodist church, no less.

“You will hold your tongue, sir! Now, strip ... remove your clothes!” Julian insisted, a bit rankled by the outburst and more than ready to put the man in his place.

The middle-aged deacon, red-faced, did exactly as Julian commanded him, of course, and found himself exposed to the gaze of the church crowd, as well as of the intruders. Julian grinned, and then turned to Eric, who dropped his pants. Celeste’s father smiled savagely at the prospect of sodomizing this fundamentalist hypocrite, who suspected was a closet case.

“Alright, cooperate with the boys and girls. Let them do their thing. It will go a lot better for you this way. Don’t worry about your wife. She’ll understand, especially in a little while,”

Meanwhile, Phoebe and Celeste grabbed the deacon and bent him over a pew. Jerry walked over and spread Horne’s cheeks, while George applied some lube to the man’s asshole and Sherry did so to Eric’s cock. Then Julian gave the signal and Eric started butt-fucking the deacon with a vengeance, while the man’s wife looked on in shock and fascination. She wasn’t alone in that sense.

“Now, Jerry’s going to fuck your mouth like the little bitch boi that you are, so don’t fight him and don’t even think about biting. You’re going to be taken, airtight, and you’re going to be filmed doing so. Tommy, be a dear boy and set up the camcorder, won’t you? Feels full and tight back there, doesn’t it, guys? Should be fun for all of us, I would think, especially for me,” Julian dropped hints for his plans, though perhaps none realized them just yet.

The camcorder was set up at just the right angle and zoom to catch not only the sex act, but also the reactions from the crowd, who were so stunned that they were paralyzed. Julian didn’t count on this lasting, so he decided to turn them into a proper captive audience. He wanted the doors locked and everyone to stay, at least for now.

“Sandy, lock the doors. Everyone, stay put until I instruct you otherwise. I want all of you to witness this activity, as it’s being filmed, and I want each of you men to unzip your pants and start rubbing one out. Yes, that’s right. Jack off. Don’t pretend that you don’t do this. We all know that you do. Don’t try to hide your boners. Flaunt them proudly, in front of your wives, siblings, etc. Remember, we’re all adults here. Anyone who isn’t is in Sunday School.

“In fact, Alberto, collect those fourteen years old and above from downstairs and bring them up here. They don’t need to be downstairs at all. The teachers can come upstairs as well, but the adults will take turns being down there to supervise. Sandy will lock and unlock the doors as I instruct her, at least for now,” Julian commanded, pleased at the thought of so many Christian types masturbating in front of each other in a church on Sunday.

“Oh, my, so many fine specimens of manhood, aren’t they? Like him ... can I ride him? Pretty please? I want to ride that fine cock of his so fucking bad!” Beth pleaded with Julian, who chuckled as he nodded.

Beth then walked over to the very tall and lanky man, ignoring the daggers stared at her by his obviously not amused wife, and promptly planted her very wet pussy on his dick to start bouncing up and down on it. In spite of herself, the missus found her hand traveling to her crotch, particularly after Beth put a lip lock on her while sitting on her husband’s prick. The flustered wife tried to stop herself and put her hand back where it was, but Beth stopped her and guided the fingers down into her panties to direct her jilling off activity. She looked at Julian, who winked and then cleared his throat.

“Alright, ladies, now time to join the menfolk in playtime. Everyone, except those already engaged in other actions, is to pleasure themselves until I instruct you otherwise. I want all of you women to stop pretending and start masturbating for me, except for you, Mrs. Horne. Bend over that pew next to your hubby, lift your dress, slide down your panties, and prepare to be fucked good and hard by yours truly now. I can tell that you’re aroused, anyway. There’s no hiding that from me, is there? You are turned-on by watching someone bugger your hubby, am I right? Tell the truth and shame the devil,” Julian laughed as he began preparing Emily Horne to take his big, fat cock deep in her married snatch, her wedding band still visibly on her as she got plowed by his thick dick.

“Y ... yeesss! Sorry, but it’s true, dear. I can’t help it! Watching you get your buns buttered by two men is a serious turn-on, sinful as it is. I should be jealous, and I am to a degree, but part of me just wants you to plunder me while they ravage you!” Emily admitted aloud, even as Julian began aggressively pounding her from behind, enjoying her slippery twat in public.

“Why, I never!” another woman in the middle pews declared in disgust, but in spite of herself, her fingers got busy with her cunt, too.

“Well, I can see that, but you really should. Tommy, be a good boy and stick it to this lady good and hard in the pew, will you? Don’t fight it, ma’am. Just let Tommy here ramrod you nice and hard, while your poor, deprived hubby jerks off next to you. That’s probably the first chance that he’s had to enjoy himself in years. As a matter of fact. Annie, go mount this lady’s husband and put your fine tits in his face to let him properly enjoy a woman’s body for a change. Be a good, mother-son team, guys. Yes, they’re mother and son, they fuck each other a lot, and the mommy will be riding your hubby while the son shows you the true meaning of carnal knowledge,” Julian declared as he began screwing Mrs. Horne in earnest and both Eric and Jerry finally spent their loads in her husband’s holes.

“Not so bad, is it, Deacon? Pretty good, I would say. You’re not generally my type, but you do have a nice, tight booty, that’s for sure. Quite enjoyable, but that’s the upside of an anal cherry, which I clearly just took from you. Yes, everyone, look and see how I left my spunk in the deacon’s derriere! You swallowed Jerry’s load, too, didn’t you? What next for him, then?” Eric now asked Julian, who laughed as he gestured for Sherry Anderson to approach the man.

“Sherry, bend over for the guy and let him have his turn fucking someone for a change, someone other than his wife, that is,” Julian ordered Sherry, who was only too happy, judging from her facial expressions, to comply, offering up her slippery slit for Gary Horne’s rough use, “George, screw Sandy for me, will ya? I want to see her have some hot, sultry ex sex with you again! It’s very steamy between the two of you, if you ask me.”