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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read
if it's illegal for you to view adult content where
you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is
entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does
not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if
he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened
and appalled.
**
Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this
story to be distributed, as long as the text is
unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail
address (S_Bockman@Hotmail.com) appears somewhere in
the document.
**
visit my site at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www
for more stories!
**
Satan's Sex Slave
the third tale from the lazy cup
by S. Bockman

Chapter Three: Daddy's Dick (Part 1/6)
(masturbation, MMf, ff, anal, incest, non-consensual)

	Jodie slept easily through the night and awoke
feeling better than she could ever remember. Looking
over at her clock she saw it was almost nine-thirty.
She remembered suddenly that it was Sunday, which
meant church at St. Beckett's.
	This should be amusing, she grinned to herself.
	She stood naked from her bed, waking her Familiar
in the process. She pet him roughly with her tiny
hands behind his ears, and whispered to him, "You've
got to stay out of sight while I'm gone. Stay in my
room and be quiet."
	Obediently, the dog jumped off the bed and strode
towards her closet. She followed him and opened it,
and inside he went, where she knew he would stay
without making any noise until her return. She
rummaged through the closet for a minute looking for
something to wear, and grinned evilly at the idea of
dressing like a whore to a house of God. But that
would cause too much friction with her mother. She
wasn't ready for all that... yet.
	And so, after grabbing one of her typical church
dresses, she went to the bathroom and showered. She
decided, however, not to wear panties today, as a form
of rebellion she could get away with. After showering
she heard music coming from her sister's room, which
meant she had just awoken. She glared menacingly at
the door as she passed it, practically getting wet at
the thought of all the other vile things she'd have
done to the poor girl before all was said and done.
	At the breakfast table her mom and dad were
reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Jodie
helped herself to a cup and took a seat with them.
"Good morning!" she smiled.
	Her mom looked up at her. "Good morning,
darling," she said. Looking over her outfit she said,
"I'm glad you decided not to dress like a tramp to
church, at least."
	Jodie kept her mouth shut, but stared evilly at
her mother.
	"Your mother told me about that," her dad joined
in, putting aside his paper. "We're going to have to
have a talk if you decide to keep dressing that way.
Is that understood?"
	She tried to keep from grinning. "Yes, Daddy!"
she said. She got up and started making cereal,
observing how relieved her parents seemed now. It
occurred to her that her father was in control of this
family-her mother always deferred to him.
	He'll have to be taken care of, too, she thought.
**
	"I'm supposed to be going to church," Julie
explained in a dead tone.
	Franklin looked down at her. He'd been driving to
the Cup where he'd planned on getting some coffee and
reading the paper when he saw, sitting on the curb,
the form of Julie Florence. She'd been hugging her
knees to her chest and rocking back and forth, staring
absently across the street. Her normally soft black
hair was matted and greasy looking, like she hadn't
showered, and her full lips were devoid of their
normal red lipstick. Although he didn't know the
Junior that well, he'd decided to stop and find out
what she was doing.
	"Are you going to?" he asked.
	Her lips moved in response, but no sound came.
	Franklin decided she was probably strung out. He
didn't know if she did drugs or not, but she was
certainly acting like it. Sitting down next to her, he
lit up a cigarette and observed the residential street
they were on. It was a shortcut he usually took to the
Cup from High Town.
	"He's on fire!"
	Franklin started. "Who's on fire?" he asked.
	She shook her head, then gazed over at him.
"You're Franklin?"
	He nodded.
	She looked away again. "He came and saw me last
night."
	"Who did?" Franklin asked, confused.
	"Joe!" she suddenly said, voice rising into
downright panic. "It was Joe! He was on fire!"
	She threw herself into Franklin's arms, and he
took her as she sobbed. So that was it, he thought.
She'd been friends with Joe Pierce, one of the guys
who'd died in the fire. He hadn't known that.
	"He was a friend of yours?" Franklin asked
sympathetically.
	She pushed him away, apparently in anger, and
stood. Her eyes were red and puffy with tears. "No!"
she yelled. "He was... I mean, he liked Jodie, but I
didn't like him!"
	Franklin stood slowly in surprise. "He liked
Jodie?" he asked, deadpanned.
	Julie spun around and stared down the street. Her
voice suddenly dropping to just above a whisper she
said, "I gotta go to church..."
	"I know," Franklin said irritably. "But tell me
first... what's this about Jodie?"
	Without looking back at him or moving from the
spot she explained, "He liked her. They were supposed
to go on a date that... that night. He cancelled." Her
eyes suddenly went wide as she stared at him. "If
she'd been there... oh!" Again she crumpled to the
ground and began sobbing.
	The gears in Franklin's mind were churning now in
full force. Something wasn't right here. "What do you
mean he came to you?" he asked.
	No answer.
	Franklin kneeled next to her. "Julie?" he said
soothingly. "Julie... why didn't you like Joe?"
	"He was a creep," she blubbered, "a weirdo.
Fucking goth kid... oh! He's so mad at me now! I gotta
go to church!"
	She jumped up and began half running, half
stumbling down the street.
	He let her go. She'd obviously hallucinated the
night before, probably from acid or shrooms or
something. That would also explain her condition this
morning. But what she'd said about Jodie made
something in the back of his mind itch... It was an itch
he'd had since the night before at the Lazy Cup, and
he knew that if he could just scratch it, everything
would make more sense.
	Getting back into his car he opted not to go to
the Cup after all. He had to talk to the one person he
knew might be able to help him. A Churchill graduate
named Steve Feebs.
**
	Jodie sat through the service bored to tears and
even a little uncomfortable. All the crosses, and
Latin chants, and ceremony that went with a Catholic
church was making her feel irritable. She needed a
release of some sort.
	She thought about young Michelle, who looked oh-
so darling in her light-pink Sunday dress, singing the
hymns and reciting the prayers as if nothing had
happened the night before. Jodie knew better. She also
knew more would happen to the young girl tonight, and
this made her feel better. But then she looked over at
her dad. He would have to be taken care of now, too,
or her life would be hell until she could get enough
money together to move out. But what to do with him?
	When the service was over she got in line for
confession as always. It felt incredibly erotic
somehow to be standing in her light Sunday dress with
no panties on. She could feel the stares of several
men, not unusual given her looks, but what they didn't
know was her pussy was closer than they might have
supposed.
	Before she knew it she was standing in front of
the velvet-draped oaken cubicle where confessions were
given. She smiled, crossed herself sarcastically, and
entered.
	The small area smelled like wood-polish and moth
balls, and as she slid the heavy purple drapery into
place she could feel the hard oak seat on her bare
ass. It felt so good she decided to hike her dress up
further-she pulled the hemline behind her up to her
back, then wiggled happily on the bench. She could
feel herself growing wet.
	With a creak the window between her and the
priest slid open, revealing a metal grate of some sort
which prevented her from seeing him, or from him
seeing her. The light which came through the grate was
her only illumination now. She felt comfortable in the
darkness.
	"Good morning," came the priest's voice. It was a
gruff, stern voice, and Jodie immediately recognized
it as Father Rickle's, the church's rector.
	She smiled to herself. "Forgive me, Father, I've
sinned," she said in a little-girl voice. "It's been...
a week, I suppose, since last confession."
	"What are your sins, child?" the priest asked.
	"Well," Jodie began, "I've started smoking
cigarettes, for one."
	"Go on," the Father replied.
	"And," she said, grinning to herself, "I got
stoned yesterday. On pot."
	"Using drugs is a sin in God's eyes," Father
Rickle responded evenly.
	Jodie suppressed a laugh. "Okay," she said. "But
that's not all. You see, Father...," Jodie paused for
dramatic effect. "I lost my virginity."
	"Sex before marriage," the priest responded, not
missing a beat, "is also a sin in God's eyes. Tell me,
why did you do it?"
	Damn it, Jodie thought. She was trying to shock
the old man, but so far hadn't succeeded. After
pausing a moment she continued, "Well, Father, it
wasn't like you think. I didn't lose my cherry to a
horny classmate or anything... I lost it to a dog."
	Silence across the confessional. Yes! Jodie
thought.
	"A dog?" the priest asked slowly.
	"Yes, Father," Jodie sighed as if loathed to
admit it.
	"You mean... literally? A canine?"
	Jodie was getting a kick out of this. She wished
she could see the look on his face. Absentmindedly she
began petting her neatly trimmed patch of red pubic
hair as she continued, "Yes, Father, a dog. A big
black Doberman pincher named Dante. Two nights ago he
fucked me for the first time..."
	"You've had intercourse with this...animal... more
than once?" the priest asked in shock.
	Jodie smiled. She was really getting off on this;
she could feel herself growing more wet, and suddenly
she began sliding her index finger up and down her
slit. "Mm... yes, Father. He's fucked me twice now, most
recently just last night. And it feels so good... how
can I describe it?"
	There was silence.
	Jodie continued. "His long doggy-dick pushes into
me slowly at first, but before too long I'm dripping
wet and it's easy for him to get the rest of it inside
me. Eventually it's too hard to support my weight on
all fours-because that's how we do it, of course-- so
I just drop my upper body down and rest on my big
titties while he pummels me from behind... sometimes,
Father, his claws dig into my sides so hard I bleed,
but it's sooo worth it..."
	Jodie was speaking in a low and husky seductive
voice now as she began masturbating herself. She
couldn't imagine what could be going through the
priest's mind-he surely heard the soft slurping sounds
of her finger sliding in and out of her quim, her
panting as she neared orgasm...
	"My child, you must not lie in a house of God,"
the priest said sternly.
	"It's... no lie, Father, it's...," Jodie mumbled,
sighing. She hadn't masturbated yet since her pact
with the devil, and it seemed fitting for it to take
place in a church... it was also quite arousing!
	"It's what, my dear?" the priest asked.
	She ignored him. She was now rubbing her clit
frantically, causing her body to squirm and nearly
thrash around in the tight confines of the
confessional booth. The bench she was sitting on was
now slick with her juice, causing her body to slide
around it back and forth...
	"Father, I---," she began as she began to climax,
"I-don't-need--- your--- FORGIVENESS!"
	Suddenly she came. She let out a long, low breath
to prevent from screaming, and simultaneously slammed
her index finger all the way up inside her to finish
the process. When she was done, she was smiling
evilly as her body trembled in relief.
	"Father?"
	There was no response. She looked through the
metal grate and saw his silhouette. He was still
there. She sat back then, still smiling, smug now in
the knowledge that she had made the Holy Father
speechless.
**
End of Chapter Three part 1 (of 6)
**

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