Part 2, Divine Intervention
When Emily was safely away from the police station she found a stand of trees in which she could rid herself of the paperweight. She squatted down to shit out the glass ball and it wasn't easy. Somehow it hurt more coming out that it did going in and she was afraid it would tear her tight little butthole. Eventuallyrolled down a small embankment. with a mighty push it dropped it out with a "thud" and Emily whimpered in pain as it
Emily was touching her asshole and looking at her fingers, checking for blood, when she heard a voice.
"What's this, then? The voice said
Emily stood up and spun around saw a man dressed in black.
"Oh, father," Emily explained when she saw his collar. "Can you help me?"
"Certainly, dear. What's has happened to you?" the preacher asked.
Emily recounted her tale of ill fortune and ended with, "I still want to go be with my boyfriend."
"Well, let's not worry about that right now. Let's get you cleaned up."
They walked together down a wooded path that led to a church, and a parsonage.
The preacher and Emily ate leftover pasta together while she talked and he listened. He had a gently wrinkled face and his eyes sparkled when he smiled.
"I'm sorry all this has happened to you, dear," the preacher said warmly. "God's plan can sometimes include terrible suffering."
The preacher stood up. "But let's worry about the present. We need to get you some proper clothes."
They walked together up a creaky, spiral staircase and down a hall. He gestured toward a door. That's my daughter's room. You'll find something to wear in there.
"And she won't mind?" Emily asked.
"Oh no, no," the preacher fretted. "She hasn't been home in quite some time."
Emily went into the bedroom and every thing was pink and lavender with lots of glitter and sequins. The clothes were the same and although they were Emily's size they looked like something a child would wear. Emily settled on a lavender dress with sequin accents. The underwear had little pink unicorns and the shoes were pink high heels and ruffled socks.
Emily was looking at her strange clothes in the mirror when the preacher said, "It's good to have you home, Jennifer."
Emily turned and he was naked from the waist down with an enormous, crooked erection. He lunged at her, knocking her down and pinning her to the bed. Emily cried as he licked her earlobes and said "Oh Jennifer, Daddy has missed you so much. Thank you for wearing the clothes I like."
"I'm not Jennifer!" Emily protested.
As she tried to wriggle free the preacher held her wrists and the head of his cock poked at her pussy lips.
"Stop... fighting... me..." the preacher said with frustration. "I knew you'd come back to me."
He put his hands around her throat and began choking her. "God has brought you to me for this purpose!" He said.
Emily faded in and out of conciousness and her rape was like a series of vignettes. Before she passed out the preacher was on top of her, pumping like a fiend. The head of his weird cock made her wince every time it poked her cervix. She couldn't have known that this character from a Norman Rockwell painting had downed Viagra before dinner, and was now blessed with an insatiable hardon.
The next time she awoke the preacher was balls deep in her asshole, ramming his cock into her rectum like a jack hammer. She tried to scream but his hands were like a steel band around her tiny neck. Over and over he reamed her ass to the point where she just gave up and let it happen. The muscles around her orifice grew slack and the pace of ass fucking grew faster.
She regained consciousness again and found herself lying on her back with her head flopped over the edge of the bed. She was gagging on his shit-smeared boner and it was like the dyke cop's nightstick, but much, much worse. His hands were still around her neck and he was pulling her throat onto his cock like a whore putting on a stocking.
After a series of these nightmares she woke up to total silence. It was dark and she couldn't get up. After some struggling she manage to get free and as the preacher rolled off of her his rigid cock slid out of her asshole.
She stood there looking at him and he wasn't moving. A heart attack had stopped his fun and it wasn't going to start again. Emily started to shriek but stopped when she remembered what had happened to her in the police station. She panicked at the idea of being caught in a house with a dead man, no witnesses to what he had done.
She ran from the room but turned for one last look. The preacher's corpse lay on its back on a frilly canopy bed, naked from the waist down except for his black dress socks. His still very hard penis pointed skyward to the God he claimed to believe in.
Emily searched the whole house and managed to scrape together a few dollars. It wouldn't last.
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