“Now, now, be excited for him. He’s been blessed by God himself, arriving just when we needed him. He may not yet be a Leader, but he is our faithful transporter and that is held in equal regards, so you need to treat him with the respect he has earned. With that being said, the rules still remain. The Leaders get her first, Mr. Thorin gets her last. He will be given a key to her house, and he will have full access day and night, just as Thomas does. Until, that is, the day of her marriage.”
I wondered how many days I could go without sleep before I died. I hadn’t felt this tired last week, but I think it was wearing on me.
Pastor Masters finished off with a prayer before Thomas clicked his tongue and led me back down the stairs of the stage and towards the Back Hall.
I let him change me, let him lecture me, let him lead me to the room with the cameras and the lights where the Leaders and his father this time, awaited me.
The Leaders were never as cruel as the men Thomas’ age, but they tasted so much worse. Their grunts and groans haunted my nights, and the way they grabbed my ponytail made my skin crawl.
But I took it because I was supposed to. Because that was my job as the Blessed One in this church, my role. My purpose. That was who I was.
I was theirs.
All of theirs.
Shared forever until the day I died. Sometimes I wondered if God would force me to be shared in Heaven too. If that happened, I couldn’t imagine it feeling like any sort of Heaven I read about in the Good Book. I think…I think it would just feel like Hell.
When they were done, Thomas led me back to the room filled with clothes only for his father to stop us at the door. “Son.”
I swayed on my feet slightly, that taste still on my tongue, their cum still dripping down my face. My head was pounding in pain, my clothes disheveled. How much longer would my legs hold me up before I collapsed? What would they do to me if I was unconscious?
“Have you decided what you’re going to do once you are married?”
“We’ve gone over this, father,” he said on a huff.
“We’ve gone over possibilities, but with it being six months away, the other Leaders and I want to know the true plans.”
“I’m going to put some kids in her for the good of the church,” he finally said bitterly. “But after that, you can have her. Hell, I don’t care if you share her while she’s pregnant, so long as you don’t harm the children. You can have the girls, I’ll keep the boys. After I get my last kid out of her, five, the church can have her, I don’t care. Scrape the reproductive organs out of her and do what you want. She’s impure. She’s had cocks in her mouth that weren’t mine, sucked them like the whore she is. She has been marked. Do what you want with her, just leave the breeding to me.”
They were going to take my children?
His dad was quiet a moment. “May I?”
Thomas must have waved him on because the next thing I knew, he was right in front of me, tracing his old, dried fingers up my arm, over my shoulder, and towards my neck.
My already uneasy stomach twisted. I didn’t want him touching me. I didn’t want anyone touching me.
“I’ve felt your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock,” he said, his voice low, “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy wrapped around it too.”
Suddenly his other hand was between my legs, grabbing hold of my private part in a feeble grip.
I was shocked, horrified, but my body knew exactly how to react.
I did nothing. Revealed nothing. I didn’t gasp or swallow or even twitch, but I hated every minute of it.
I knew I still had the ability to cry, but my eyes were dry today. Why cry? This wouldn’t stop. It wouldneverstop.
He leaned in until his chamomile breath touched my ear. “I bet it’s as tight as your ass.” He leaned back. “Something you should keep in mind, young one. Charles is an ass man.”
“Okay, dad,” Thomas said on a breath. “He has specifications. I need time to dress her.”
He sounded more annoyed than usual, and I could understand why. His hatred for Azrael was unmatched. Knowing that he had to share me with him must have pained him.
That brought me a small amount of relief. At least he was miserable too.
Pastor Masters squeezed my privates, jiggling his hand a little before finally releasing me and stepping back. “We were truly blessed, son.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “See you soon.” He opened the door and clicked his tongue.
