Filial Scorn - part 3

Though guilt doesn't have corrective powers, it can be an aphrodisiac.

And it seemed Linda's ovary glands were burning while she detailed her experience involving Ephraim: - 'Once he finished screwing me in the head, your father and I went to an porn theater.'

'It's closed nowadays, isn't it? Danny said.

'Yes, it is,' she replied.

'What happened?' Danny asked.

'The white clerk said he'd let me in for nothing if I copulated with him.'

'He recognized an eager beaver,' Danny answered.

'Yeah, but you should've seen his prick. He had a ruler and insisted that I measure it,' she responded.

'Was it big?'

'Four inches thick and 15 inches long.'

'Seriously?' Danny expressed his amazement,

'At least, he didn't split my womb,' she said.

'You felt violated, didn't you?' Danny inquired,

'Yes, and I loved it,' Linda informed him as she diddled to an orgasm.

The next Wednesday, however, her son helped subject her to thorough humbling after he got an e-mail from the white, 21-y/o Baron. The men lived in the same town and were acquainted due to their interest in explicit art (Baron had drawn a picture showing a horse raping Linda's guts).

He'd also founded The Devil's Crew and requested Danny to bring the 'sacrifice' to the city's dogging area at 12 p. m.

Because Danny understood that, he didn't explain it to the tramp when at 11:50 p. m., he drove to the designated venue, where scarcely had they'd left his vehicle, Baron and his '12 disciples' surrounded them in monks' robes.

'Who-0-o... a-a-are.... y-y-you?' Linda tremulously asked.

'I'm a High Priest and you're blasphemy incarnate, an obscene abomination!' Baron intoned.

'Uhhh – yes, sir!'

'Satan bred you to become a slut and you revere him, don't you?' a disciple questioned her.

'Yes, I do.'

'Truth is, demons possess you!' Danny remarked.

'That's right, you notorious sex-fiend!' the disciple said.

'Yeah. And we're going to sacrifice you for the evil you've committed!' Baron warned her before pushing her to her knees, then: - 'Worship me!'

Excited, the cunt fastened her lips to his 9-inched cock.

'Bury it in your throat,' Danny instructed her, though she could hardly believe the foul things the crew-members were saying: - 'God ought to curse the 666 beast you are!'
'Hear that, animal?'
'Hell, Jesus might, only might stoop to fuck you since you're a rancid, shit-bag whore!'
'His wife (Mary Magdalene) WAS a prostitute!'

'So, were you and you earned 20 bucks, mom,' Danny reminded her.

'How dare you allow filthy lucre to corrupt your soul?' Baron roared.

'I don't have one!' Linda answered.
'Did you lose it?' another 'monk' inquired.

'Yes, I did,' she admitted while Baron peeled her mouth off his tool.

She then saw him, his acolytes and Danny stroking their variously -sized dicks, something they did until their pecker-juice filled a large glass.

Nevertheless, Baron had certain privileges. He emptied the glass into a douche-bulb, thrust its nozzle into her ass and gave her an enema. He withdrew the spout, commanded her to squat, evacuate the cream into her hand and rub it into her face.

Following that, he concluded the embarrassing ritual by noting, 'Am I ever glad I didn't perform an exorcism,'...

… and 'me too,' Linda agreed.