DOA III

by Bentley Little

  “That’s right, sister! You see every act that mankind has determined to be sinful. And don’t be fooled, it is man and not God who has proclaimed it so. You see homosexuality. You see promiscuity. You see polyamory and adultery. You see rape and sodomy. You see theft. You see greed, lust, envy, wrath, and deceit. You even see murder, all throughout nature. And you have all tried to resist these primal urges. And you have all failed. Each and every one of you has failed. No human being in the history of mankind has resisted these urges. Not Mother Teressa, not Ghandi, not Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., no one. They have all sinned at some point in their lives. Because what you are attempting isn’t possible! It isn’t. It is not possible to live without sin, because God has preprogrammed you to be sinners. We are born in sin!”

  “Amen!” a man shouted from the back of the room, ripping off his clothes and diving onto the woman next to him who was already peeling herself out of a skin-tight dress. The two of them began fucking in the aisle.

  An overweight woman who had come with her thin, balding husband and two obese kids stood, knocking over metal folding chairs as she hustled them up the aisle and out of the church. “You’re all crazy, and you’re all going to hell!” She pointed an accusing finger at James.

  “We’re going to hell?” James chuckled. “No, I don’t think so. Do you know the only way, according to the Bible, that you can go to hell now, after Jesus’s sacrifice? It’s to deny Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior. Anyone here deny the divinity of Jesus Christ?”

  “No!” The congregation replied in unison.

  “Anyone here not accept the love of Christ into your hearts?” “No!” They all replied again.

  “Then how do you think a sin, or even a multitude of sins, would damn you to hell, if Jesus already died for your sins?” The family hurried out the exit as James continued, “How can anyone be damned who accepts Jesus Christ as their Lord and savior when he himself proclaimed that you were saved? That through him you would not die, but have eternal life—that you would sit beside him and his father, our God, in heaven? Jesus died in the knowledge that mankind was helpless before sin, unable to resist the instinctual drive to sin, because we are all, at our core, at our essence, at our primal nature, sinners.”

  James felt the energy coursing between him and his flock. He was vibrating as one with the majority. Most of them understood. “Now, how is it possible for a born sinner to deny his or her very identity? Can a fish not swim? An eagle refuse to soar? Jesus knew that you could not live without sin. That’s why he died for those sins. He suffered to free you from the futile burden of trying to resist what you are. It would be a waste of that sacrifice for you to stop sinning now, even if you could, which you cannot—and he knew that too. It would be as if, after hundreds of thousands of soldiers fought and died for the freedom of African Americans during the Civil War, they refused to leave the plantations and chose rather to remain living in servitude. I am telling you now that you have been enslaved and you are choosing to remain enslaved by your own fear and ignorance and the lies of those who would use religion to subjugate you! You have been duped and deceived into wasting this precious gift, into believing that sin—which is the natural state of man—is an affront to the Lord who created you to sin. Now, does that make any sense at all?”

  “No!”

  Before the woman’s outburst, Holly had considered leaving, but something about Reverend Doctor James Watson’s sermon had resonated with her, filled her with hope. But now it was only making her tense. She looked at Toby with his pony tail and Duck Dynasty shirt, then to her friend still struggling with meth addictions, Jessie—Toby’s wife. They looked concerned too.

  Holly knew only a little about the storefront congregation known as Our Father of Perpetual Indulgence. Toby had picked it out—after a stint in jail and court-ordered anger management classes. Jessie begged him to find Jesus. Jessie and Holly thought church would end his abusive ways. Holly could appreciate Toby wanting to feel accepted, and had accompanied them today to show support to her best friend’s husband. But this church seemed to be preaching about something beyond just acceptance of all life styles. Something was very wrong here.

  “I tell you now that to go against your God-given nature is to go against God himself!” The Reverend said. “You honor and celebrate our Lord Jesus Christ when you sin! Now go forth and be sinful!”

  Toby stood up and grabbed Jessie by the hand. “You ain’t no man of God! You’re twisting Jesus’s words! This is sacrilegious!”

  Toby had barely gotten out the words before a large man with a shoulder-length mullet stood and threw a right hook that connected with his jaw, almost dropping him.

  “Dude, what the fuck?” Toby raised his fists, but the big guy with the mullet hit him again, driving an uppercut into his solar plexus, expelling the air from his lungs. Doubled-over, gasping for oxygen, wide eyes glistening with tears and shock, Toby raised one hand out in front of him in a feeble attempt to ward off further attack, while holding his bruised stomach with the other.

  Holly dropped to her knees and crawled to a corner in fear while two overweight-middle-aged women had Jessie by the hair and were punching her repeatedly in the face, pulverizing her features.

  “Stop! Help! Toby, help me!” Jessie screamed, but Toby was in his own world of hurt. A young blonde in a miniskirt with huge fake tits squeezed into an undersized pink tank top swung a hardback leather-bound hymnal at his head, opening a gash in Toby’s forehead. More of the congregation joined in, striking the man with anything they could find. Toby and his meth-head wife wilted beneath a deluge of punches and kicks. Three young toughs, barely out of their teens, rushed the couple, two of them baring knives, pushing their way through the crowd of attacking parishioners.

  “Oh, God! No! No! Stop! Aaahhh!”

  Soon blood and entrails stained the church floor as the couple was disemboweled, their steaming purple intestines, like links of blood sausage, dragged out between the rows of folding chairs. James remained silent as his flock tore the couple apart.

  As if on cue to start an orgy, several members around Holly shed their clothes and began fucking in the expanding pool of blood. They bathed their naked bodies in the red river of life pouring forth from their victims, licked it from breasts, cocks, and cunts, used the blood as lube as they filled each other’s dripping orifices, adding their own sexual fluids to the tide, swallowing mouthfuls of semen and blood as the culmination of their lusts synchronized with the cessation of life. Toby’s body still danced in its death throes, stiff limbs rattling spastically against the wood floor as he expired.

  “Are there any others who would deny the word of God? Speak now or join in the celebration!” James looked out over the flock. It looked like he reveled in the horrified expressions on Holly’s face as well as the other first-timers. “Come! Lie down with your brothers and sisters; bathe in the blood of the lamb! For Christ lives in all of us. This couple’s sacrifice shall serve as your communion. Come and receive the sacrament! Be baptized and born anew without fear of sin!”

  Each church member was led to the pool of blood in a line and made to strip and be baptized in red. Some came willingly, eagerly disrobing and throwing themselves down amongst the cavorting celebrants to join in the orgy of blood, others wept and offered token resistance, afraid to join in the sin of murder, but knowing that if they did not, they would certainly be the next sacrifice.

  “Be not afraid, my children. Your freedom awaits! By joining us in the ultimate sin, you shall unburden yourselves of your guilt and fear. What is lust or adultery compared to the taking of a life? What is greed or covetousness? Obey your primal instincts, for they are the true commandments of the Lord written into your very genetic code by his divine hand! Look upon the lovely breasts of your neighbor, her supple thighs and sweet pussy. Look upon his firm pecs and biceps, his engorged cock. Feel the lust within you and know that it is good. Allow your desire for the flesh to take you where it will! Be not af
raid, for you are children of the Lord made in his divine image. There is no sin but the denial of your natural desires!”

  And one by one they succumbed to his word, joining the blood orgy, until only Holly remained, terrified and weeping.

  Toby’s death was no great loss. If anything, it was a blessing. Toby was an abusive asshole. Holly should have known a sexist pig like him would choose a sex church to find salvation. He’d probably been hoping he could get Jessie and her into some kind of ménage à trois. He was always trying to stick his little oily cock in her whenever Jessie wasn’t around. And if that was his plan, boy did it backfire. But Jessie had been her friend since middle school. They’d both suffered through drugs and lousy men together. Helping when they could.

  Now Holly cringed in the corner, eyes squeezed shut, bony fists pressed against her ears, while Jessie’s screams wound down to a gurgling death rattle, and Toby’s corpse finished its convulsions and lay still.

  “Help me, Jesus. Oh, Lord! Sweet Jesus, please help me,” Holly mumbled. She didn’t know what else to do but pray. She was trapped with a cult of murdering lunatics, too far from the exit to make a run for it without being stopped by one of the Reverend Doctor’s followers before she could reach the door, and there was no way she could fight them off. Already she was trying to imagine what it would feel like to be pummeled nearly unconscious and then repeatedly stabbed, dismembered, and disemboweled like Toby and Jessie. She wished she was high again, but even on meth she barely stood a chance of winning.

  “Oh, Jesus. I don’t want to die! Help me, God. I’ll do anything you ask. You have to help me. Don’t let them kill me. Pleeeaaase!”

  Mascara ran down her face like black tears. She rocked back and forth in her little corner, still holding herself, paralyzed with fear.

  Holly opened her eyes just as Reverend Doctor James Watson left the pulpit and walked toward her, removing his shirt and pants, a beautific smile spread across his rugged, handsome face. He looked a lot like a biker she’d dated in high school. He had been the quintessential “bad boy,” introducing her to drugs and sex, encouraging liberal experimentation with both. Holly imagined he’d look a lot like the Reverend Watson had he not been immolated when his Harley slid beneath a fuel truck and exploded.

  The Reverend paused and removed his underwear, revealing a thick, venous erection bobbing in the air, pointing right at her face like a divining rod. Seeing his huge cock gave Holly an idea. Perhaps Jesus had answered her prayers after all. It wouldn’t be the first time Holly had sucked a cock to get herself out of a bad situation. She’d taken more than one cock down her throat for a hit of meth. If getting face-fucked by the good Reverend Doctor Watson would save her life, she’d gladly suck, swallow, and smile. Hell, she’d even gargle his cum if that’s what he wanted.

  It’s your world, Doc. Just let me live, Holly thought as she crawled toward Reverend Doctor Watson on her hands and knees, affecting the most seductive dick-sucker pucker she could manage.

  Holly cleared all thoughts of the carnage from her mind, focusing on the task at hand, her own survival. Suck a cock and live. It was pretty simple mathematics to her. As a past junkie, the economics of sex was something she could understand.

  She wiped the tears from her eyes and beckoned the Reverend Doctor forward with her index finger, then opened her mouth and touched the finger to her outstretched tongue before sucking on the tip. The reverend was now standing above her with his cock bouncing inches from the tip of her nose. She reached up and caressed it.

  “Do you not believe? Do you not accept the word of God?”

  Holly shivered, but managed to keep a smile on her face as she stroked the reverend’s engorged member, then lightly licked the head. “I do, Reverend. I accept the word of God. I love God. Let me show you how much.”

  Slowly, as if the movements caused him discomfort, the Reverend Doctor shook his head. He sighed and a weary half-smile slid upon his narrow face.

  “No. You don’t accept the word of Christ our Lord. You don’t accept me.”

  Holly slid the head of the Reverend Doctor’s cock between her lips, flicking the underside of it with her tongue, licking away a glistening pearl of pre-cum, before swirling her tongue around it. The Reverend Doctor moaned and threw back his head. She continued stroking his cock as she lowered to lick and suck his balls, taking the wrinkled sack of flesh between her lips and rolling the testicles around in her mouth one by one. The Reverend Doctor’s cock grew even harder, thicker, his moans deepened to a husky growl.

  “Oh, how I wish I could believe you, my child.”

  She could feel he was only minutes away from orgasm when Holly took the Reverend Doctor’s cock between her lips once again and inched his turgid flesh to the back of her mouth, past her tonsils, until she could feel his engorged erection pulsating in her throat. Then she grabbed the cult leader by his scrawny buttocks and encouraged him to fuck her mouth. He began with a few tentative thrusts, testing her gag reflex. Holly responded like a pro, breathing through her nose when his length clogged her windpipe, licking his cock and stroking it as he slid it back out so the head of his cock was encircled by the tip of her lips, before sliding it back down her throat with increasing urgency.

  Tears streamed from Holly’s eyes as the Reverend Doctor raped her throat. More mascara ran down her face, drawing long black lines, turning her cheeks into a spiderweb of dark shadows. The Reverend Doctor grabbed the back of her head in both hands, ramming his cock to the back of her throat, brutally fucking her mouth. His body tensed, and he threw back his head, staring heavenward as he began to jerk and spasm.

  “Oh, God! Oh, my sweet Christ our Lord. I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Father!” His seed filled Holly’s mouth and she gulped it down, licking spilled semen from her lips, scooping it from her chin with her hand and sucking her fingers clean. The Reverend Doctor reached down and, with a hand beneath each of her arms, raised her to her feet. He hugged her, brushed her hair from her face, then kissed her forehead.

  “Oh, my child, you are a wonder!” He laughed, smiling joyously. Holly forced herself to smile too, stifling her sobs. She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes, smearing dark make-up from eye to temples and blackening the back of her hand. She touched her bruised lips gently. Her mouth felt like she’d been smacked.

  “I told you I’m faithful. I love Christ. I can love you too, any way you like,” Holly said, congratulating herself on a job well-done. She had saved her life with the most basic of skills, a simple blowjob. Empires had crumbled, wars been won, marriages ended, and relationship born on the power of that one act. Her father may have been an asshole, but he’d saved her life today by teaching her the art of fellatio. May he rot in prison forever, she thought.

  The Reverend Doctor’s smile bristled with malevolence as he placed his palms on both sides of Holly’s face and forced eye contact, peering deep into her bloodshot baby-blues.

  “I believe you are the one. You and I are going to do something wonderful together. Come with me,” the Reverend Doctor said. He gestured to two blood-drenched acolytes who’d been watching intently, presumably prepared to rush to his defense and end Holly’s life had she been stupid enough to try something like biting off the Reverend’s cock and spitting it in his face. She had certainly been tempted to do just that, but saw no way in which that ended well for her. One of the men was a stocky, hyper-muscular black guy with biceps as large as Holly’s head. The other was a tall, lean but well- built blonde who towered a full head above his partner and at least a foot above Holly.

  The Reverend Doctor’s other lunatic followers were still fucking, sucking, stroking, and licking on the church floor. They were all covered in tacky coagulating blood, but none of them seemed to mind. Holly stared at them as she was led to the back of the church, wondering if she might have been better off just joining in with their orgy. Before she was pulled into another room, Holly cast one last glance at her two dead friends. Jesse had been completely dec
apitated, one of the congregants was fucking her disembodied head, while two other men raped her corpse, one was fucking her headless throat, grunting like a beast as he came down her vandalized neck-hole. Toby, who’d always been a racist, sexist, homophobic piece of shit, was suffering the most fitting indignity she could imagine as his corpse was brutally sodomized by the mullet-wearing brute who’d been the first to strike him. A morbidly-obese African American woman with huge pendulous breasts the size of watermelons and an ass like a beach ball sat upon Toby’s lifeless face, grinding her blood-soaked pussy against his mouth. Holly could not tell if it was Toby’s blood that coated the woman’s dripping snatch, or if the blood was coming out of her. Holly turned away, and the door was shut and locked behind her.

  She looked around the room she’d entered. There were a few candles glowing in the windowless room, but it was otherwise dark. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the gloom and Holly began to scream.

  “No! No! Noooo! Nooooo!”

  The room was filled with torture devices. Holly had seen BDSM dungeon porn before, and she recognized many of the implements hanging from the walls: whips, floggers, paddles, straps, canes. There was a chair with leather restraints at the arms and legs, a standing cross also affixed with chains and metal shackles. A dentist’s chair filled one corner of the room with a tray full of sharp implements beside it. There was a stockade and a huge spider web of chains stretching between a wooden octagon frame large enough to suspend a human being from, as well as a leather bondage table, and many other terrible pieces of furniture.

  Holly struggled to escape, tugging on the doorknob. The Reverend Doctor’s two blood-soaked followers dragged her away from the door and toward a leather-topped table that had handcuffs at the top two corners and ankle cuffs at the bottom. The big black guy who was built like a linebacker took hold of her wrists, crushing them together in one of his huge hands. One at a time he locked them into the handcuffs. Holly thrashed and kicked at the tall blonde guy, catching him with a kick to the chest that staggered him back and seemed to knock the wind out of him. He recovered fast and seized one of her ankles, struggling to lock it into the cuffs as Holly continued to fight and struggle. This time she connected with a kick to the tall man’s jaw that knocked him to the floor where he laid unconscious for several seconds before raising to a sitting position. Holly felt a momentary thrill of victory and hope before the big linebacker grabbed her by both ankles and, ignoring her kicks and struggles, easily wrestled her into the restraints. Once she was completely helpless, he stepped away then turned to help his tall friend up from the floor.