I pull it out of her mouth violently enough to chip one of her teeth, and when she whimpers, I chuckle.
I walk around her, making sure the camera is trained on us, head on. She still hasn’t figured out that I know we’re being watched—either that or she’s so out of her goddamn mind, she doesn’t care.
Placing a hand on her hip, I drop to my knees and slide my cock into her tight hole, a groan escaping me as I do. Pally wiggles her ass at me, hoping that I’ll start fucking her soon, and I will.
But first …
I spit on the broken crucifix, then begin to slip it into her asshole. She lets out an anguished cry, but we’re beyond that now. My pleasure is her pain and she’ll do as she’s told.
I settle the dull end against my stomach as I grip her other hip and slowly begin to push into her; my cock and the crucifix assaulting her holes at the same time.
She’s howling, whimpering, crying, and struggling to stay up on her hands and knees, but she doesn’t fight me, which is all that matters.
I slap her glorious, plump ass as I begin to fuck her harder, cramming the wooden icon further into her ass and laughing when I see the blood starting to pool and coat her perfectly, round cheeks.
“Come on, little girl,” I grunt at her as I slap her ass again.
Pally finally begins to fuck back, pushing as hard as she can while she continues her whimpering and crying. I can see her fingernails break as she digs them against the floor in an attempt to gain relief in a place where none is to be found.
“Harder,” she croaks out as she slams back against me, and I do what she wants. Not because she asked, but rather because it’s what I want too.
“Start rubbing that pussy for me, little girl,” I growl at her as my balls begin to tighten. She almost loses her ground as she reaches a hand beneath her. Her breathing is starting to hitch and her body is starting to shiver and shake.
Not like this, I think as I pull the icon out of her now bleeding asshole. I reach down beneath my cock, line up the crucifix, and then slide it into her. I can feel her fingers rubbing her clit wildly. I can feel her hole as it stretches wider and I dig my fingers into her hips.
I fuck her harder, without mercy, ignoring her anguished cries. She wanted a god to believe in, to save her from her mundane life, and instead, she found me.
And I’m the only god she’ll ever fucking need.
Chapter Fourteen
Reade
Paloma is laying on her back. After I filled her hole with my cum again, I decided to give her a little break.
She’s been staring at the ceiling, legs spread out, and sucking on the crucifix. She’s a good girl, cleaning up her own messes without being told, and as I sit on the floor in front of her staring at her bright red, bloodied holes, I wonder how much farther she’s willing to go.
She has a habit of babbling on her live shows about salvation and being unholy, the latter which she just proved to me.
“Pally?” I ask as I bring my knees up and let my arms rest against them.
“Yes?” she mumbles through the wood.
“Do you know who I am?”
“God.”
I do my best not to laugh. Without having to tell her how she should address me, it seems she already knows.
“Good girl,” I reply as I lean toward her and run a hand down her porcelain-colored leg.
“Have I been cleansed?” she asks in a hollow tone.
“Is that what you want? For me to cleanse you?”
“Yes.”
I glance up at the ceiling for a moment.
As I ponder what else I can possibly do to her, I find myself wondering how it’s possible no one has caught onto us so far. I’m sure these walls are thin enough to have heard her screaming and begging for more, growling and shouting in ecstasy—or at the very least, the sound of her flesh as I lashed her with the belt.
Something doesn’t seem quite right, and while I haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not entirely sure that I care enough to. Obviously she has some in the hallway spying on her, and keeping tabs, but I’ve seen enough of her shows to know that she’s not exactly the sharing kind when it comes to words, so no matter what’s happening outside, she won’t let it seep into the room.
And that’s all that matters to me right now.
“Do you think your pretty little hole can take anymore, Pally? It’s the only way to make sure you’re entirely cleansed.”
“More,” she agrees as she sits up and looks at me. Her gaze, while still hollow, draws me in and I have a feeling that she’ll let me destroy her body and soul.
“First, I want you to tell me a story,” I say thoughtfully. She doesn’t answer me with words, but her eyes seem to brighten slightly. “What happened to that?” I ask, nodding toward the bag.
“The devil spilled his seed inside of me,” she hisses before she presses a finger to her lips. Apparently, somewhere inside that muddled brain of hers, she thinks what she’s telling me really happened and it needs to be kept secret.
“Then it’s a good thing we found each other,” I say with a sly grin. “I won’t ask any more questions about it. I don’t want you to lose focus on what we’re here to do,” I continue as I get to my feet. I head over to retrieve the bag before I walk back to her and set it down in front of her. “But before I can fully cleanse and absolve you, perhaps you can try a little something together?”
Her hollow eyes shine a little brighter as she moves to her knees and folds her hands in front of her face. It’s not something I had intended on doing, but I plan on taking half of the money she makes tonight, so I’ll have to do my best to outperform her.
“Anything you desire, my lord,” she whispers as she licks her lower lip.
I crack my neck, reach into the bag and pull out the half-fetus, twisting and tugging on the damn thing until I finally pull off one of the arms.
She cringes instantly at the sound as tears begin to slide down her cheek. I guess she loves it more than I thought she did, but this isn’t a place of love. It’s a place of sin and degradation and I plan on making sure she never forgets the true face of her “god.”
I sit down in front of her and motion for her to scoot forward. Once we begin, I’ll have her arch her back so they can see her face. I toss the fetus aside and grin at Pally who’s watching me, her breaths becoming heavy in anticipation.
Leaning down, I push the small fist into her cunt and move it in and out of her rapidly. She immediately grabs her tits, squeezing them as she lets out a cry of anguish. But I can’t tell if it’s because she’s enjoying it, is mourning what’s left of her child, or in horror. Either way, I don’t give a fuck.
I pump it into her a few more times, then extract it and hold it to eye level. Should be slick enough, I reason to myself as I spread my legs a little wider. Reaching forward, I pry one of her hands away from her tits and place it on the small bicep.
“Nice and slow, little girl,” I instruct her as I lean back on my elbows. At first, she seems confused but when I grin at her, it clicks in her fucked up head what I want her to do.
I glance behind her at the screen, watching the comments I can’t quite make out. There are so many coming in quickly that the right side of the screen is going by in a white blur of lines.