Come To Daddy

The engine screamed as the speedometer blasted past ninety miles per hour. Dust trailed the path of the vehicle that nearly lost control on every turn. One hundred miles per hour, now, Damien hurried home.
It was a quarter to four in the morning when he got in his door. He rushed to the bedroom to change and get on his way; he must be there at four as he planned. Quickly he tore free from his blood and gas-stained clothes, and grabbed his special clothes for the day.
He slipped on the loose, black slacks and the rest of his outfit. He walked to the mirror and adjusted his collar, before making sure his hair looked all right.
He grabbed his keys and hopped back into the truck at exactly nine minutes till four. He was off in an instant and flying well over ninety miles per hour again; Damien was like a man possessed.
Damien pulled up to the orphanage at exactly four; he was pleased that he had made such great time. He didn't want to keep the children waiting, and he'd have to be back to work by seven; he'd have plenty of time. He climbed dozens of steps, then knocked loudly on the orphanage door.
An old priest answered the door and greeted him warmly with a bright "hello" and invited him in.
"Wow, we weren't expecting you so late Father, the children are sleeping in the other room there." said the priest.
"Thanks so much. How many children are there?" Father Damien asked.
"Well, there are nine children sleeping in the room over there. Now I am the only other priest that's here, but there are three nuns that are upstairs as well." the priest replied cheerfully.
"Father Johnson, doesn't it feel a tad cold in here?" Damien asked.
"Perhaps a bit, we can go check the furnace in the boiler room if you like," he said.
Damien grinned coyly and replied, "I think we better do that." Damien was very much pleased that his plan was playing out perfectly.
Father Johnson led the way down into the basement; the stairs creaked noisily with each step. Father Damien was just a step behind and followed Father Johnson all the way into the boiler room. A large furnace stood in the back of the room, Father Johnson walked to it and began to adjust the dial.
Damien stood near the door and closed it, so he could minimize the sound coming from the boiler room. Damien found a pipe wrench leaning against a nearby wall, he picked it up without Father Johnson noticing and struck him in the base of his skull.
A hollow thud filled the room and Damien was temporarily blinded when the blood splattered into his eyes. Damien wiped the blood from his face and grabbed Johnson by his hair. He dragged his body to the other end of the room and put his head in the bench vise. Slowly the vise closed on Father Johnson's head, his skull slowly collapsing from the pressure and being warped into an inhumanly shape. His face was being smashed flat, as the top of his head began to mushroom out where the vise had no pressure. Suddenly the pressure was too immense; the top of his head burst and brain matter splattered all over the workbench. A chunk of the priest's mangled head flapped in the air.
Damien quickly released the crushed skull from the vise, and Father Johnson's body fell limp to the floor. Skull fragments clattered noisily across the ground as Damien laughed softly to himself. He left the body lying on the floor and ran up the stairs and out the door to the truck. From the back he pulled out a bag he had prepared and brought it into the orphanage with him.
Rushing quickly down the stairs, Damien swung open the boiler room door to find one of the orphans standing in complete horror staring bleakly at the carnage that lie on the floor at his feet. The child did not scream when Damien entered, he seemed to trust Damien in his priest clothes, he ran up to Damien and clutched his leg tightly. Damien told the boy to stand outside the door while he tried to clean up, and the boy obeyed.
Damien set his bag in the middle of the floor and unzipped it calmly displaying over a dozen shiny, new meat hooks. He took out the first one, running his hand along its cold metal surface. Damien stood and hung the meat hook from the ceiling, and then he grabbed Father Johnson and lifted him up to the meat hook. Damien realized this wasn't going to work, so he threw Father Johnson on his face and grabbed the meat hook. He jabbed the meat hook through the man's spine and lifted him from the ground, hooking him to the ceiling. Damien leaned in closer.
Damien left the boiler room to find the little boy still sitting there waiting for him, but now he was joined by a little girl. They sat together quietly and looked quite frightened. Damien knelt on one knee to speak with them.
"Hello children," he began, "what are your names?"
The little boy spoke up for both of them, and in a childish, frightened voice identified himself as Mark and said the little girl was Nicole.
"Jesus," Damien said, "wants you children to have sex here on this floor." Damien said pointing to the blood-soaked boiler room floor. "It's the only way we can protect Father Johnson."
The children agreed and Damien led them into the boiler room and left them there briefly. Damien rushed up the stairs and pulled a gag out of his pocket as he advanced up the stairway to the upper level of the orphanage. There lie the three nuns, peaceful in slumber, and Damien grabbed the nearest one. First he jammed the gag into her throat, and then he dragged her down both flights of stairs and into the boiling room.
The nun suddenly stopped fighting as she saw little Mark smeared with blood, pumping his little ten year old cock in and out of Nicole who was grinning ear to ear with blood covering nearly her entire body. The nun struggled to get free again, hoping to stop them, but nothing could have stopped Mark anyway. Mark laid into Nicole like he was possessed by Satan himself. Blood from her torn hymen mixed with Father Johnson's blood and the children were panting and moaning in the mess.
Damien tied the nun to a chair so she could continue watching the children. Then Damien grabbed Mark and forced him to pull out. Damien reached into his bag and pulled out a small strand of razor wire, which he proceeded to wrap tightly around Mark's hard little dick. Then Damien ordered Mark to continue fucking Nicole, which he did and the both screamed in agony, lucky the furnace was loud enough to drown them out.
Damien walked back to the nun, she was in tears and her wrinkled old face was contorted with pain for what those poor children were going through. She wanted nothing more than to help them, but she could merely sit by and watch helplessly. Damien leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
"Does this turn you on bitch?" he asked grinning.
The nun looked at him in disgust, enraged at this madman’s actions. She struggled to get at him, but he knocked her unconscious with a swift blow to the head.
Damien returned his focus to the children, Mark was still pumping in and out of Nicole at a steadily declining pace, and both were near passing out. The floor was becoming incredibly soaked with blood; Damien's shoes were soaked in the blood.
Damien got on his hands and knees, pressing his face in close for a great view of the action. He watched as the razor wire tore Nicole's pussy to shreds, the soft lips of her vagina were frayed and tattered, spitting blood onto the cold floor. The head of Mark's little dick was near falling off, dangling just by a tiny piece of skin. Damien was satisfied and stood.
Damien untied the nun, who was still unconscious, and spread her legs over Nicole's face.
"Eat this bitch out Nicole, eat her out good!" Damien commanded.
Damien watched as Mark pounded his last movements into Nicole's sweet cunt, before collapsing lifeless into the nun. Nicole's last breath escaped her little chest as she lapped at the nun's wet pussy; she died there in a pool of blood with the nun's crotch straddling her face. Then the nun awoke, straddling Nicole's dead body and with Mark's corpse leaning against her back. She shrieked in horror as Damien gagged and bound her once again.
Damien threw her against the wall as he reached back into his large bag for two more large, shiny meat hooks. One fierce blow and Mark was hung right next to Father Johnson. Another blow as the meat hook tore through Nicole's tender flesh and ripped a chunk out of her spinal cord. Damien then hung her along with the others, dripping blood from both of her feet.
Damien rushed back up the steps and grabbed two more children, choosing two girls this time. He rushed them down the steps and they groggily followed his commands without a struggle. They were to be his models, his show, and his final lessons for his this nun in depravity.
Damien took them to the boiler room and they stood in the growing pool of blood, far too sleepy to notice the bodies. He reached into his bag and pulled out some rope, which he used to bind the young girls to the ceiling, by their arms, the children dangled and began to struggle and kick. Damien then gagged them both to keep the noise down and let them dangle and struggle. Then Damien tore their clothes free.
Damien reached back into the bag and pulled out another meat hook, he made his mother kiss it for good luck. Slowly he approached one of the girls and removed her gag, quickly placing his hand over her mouth as she tried to scream.
"What's your name?" Damien asked her.
Slowly he removed his hand from the girl's mouth, just long enough for her to mutter her name was Jordan. Damien smiled pleasantly and jammed the gag back into her mouth.
"You see cunt, Jordan will die now for your sins!" Damien raged.
Damien rushed to the girl and plunged the meat hook deep into her stomach, quickly he jerked it out and entrails fell to the floor. He dug his hand into her torn flesh and grabbed as much of her intestines as he could get his hands on and ripped them free. Blood dripped along his arms. He pulled free foot after foot of intestines and began draping it over the nun who was sobbing loudly. Damien was done playing, though, and he jammed the meat hook through the back of the other girl's head and ripped it from her neck. Brain matter and blood pooled on the floor and her head tore apart like a child's toy. Two freshly mangled bodies hung from the ceiling now.
Damien was still not pleased, he ordered the nun to stand.
"I want you to fist fuck these little whores right now, I want your left fist up Jordan's cunt, and your right up the other's! Now!" he screamed.
The nun refused to do it, she would never listen to him, and he couldn't make her. She stared him down, in vehement protest of that which he demanded.
Damien tore off her nun clothes and pushed the bloody meat hook against her rectum, she tightened at its cold, slimy touch. He lightly pushed and she needed no more encouragement. With great skill she rammed her left fist into Jordan's dangling, lifeless corpse. The fit was tight and the girl quickly began to bleed, the nun sobbed some more. Suddenly, though, she felt more pressure on her rectum and remembered the other girl. Her right hand mimicked her left, and the other girl began to bleed as well. Blood and cum dripped down her bare arms and Damien took a lick, smiling.
Damien reveled at this sight, and without pause he jammed the meat hook deep into the nuns ass. He felt a rush of blood over his hand as her rectum and insides were torn, and he continued harder and deeper. She could not withdraw her hands to fight back, and Damien had his way with her. Minutes later she fell limp, her fists still deep inside the young girls, and her ass completely torn apart.
Damien withdrew the meat hook and jammed it through her back; she joined the others on the ceiling. Then Damien let Jordan and the other girl down, before grabbing two more meat hooks, which he used to hang them from the ceiling as well.
Gallons of blood continued to drip to the floor as the six bodies hung feebly from the ceiling, and Damien kicked chunks of torn flesh into a small little pile near the furnace.
A sudden movement, Jordan's corpse was slipping free from the meat hook. It glistened with smeared blood as the flesh of her back was torn, the tear continuing to extend up the middle of her back. Inch after inch of her spine was revealed. Damien watched as the skin of her neck let free and her body smacked to the ground, splashing the pooling blood to the sides. He grabbed a handful of her hair and rolled her over onto her back.
Damien reached to the ceiling and grabbed the meat hook from where it hung. He swung his hand back and with immense force he forced the meat hook deep into her bloody, sloppy cunt. The crack of the pubic bone was loud, as it forced it's way deep inside, then he raised her limp corpse to the ceiling and she hung there by her pussy.
Damien brought his lips close to her carcass and ran his tongue from her anus right up to the meat hook, enjoying the sweet taste of blood and cum once again.
Damien returned up stairs with his bag this time and proceeded to carefully handcuff each of the children to their beds, all five children left sleeping quietly with no way to know what awaited them. Knife in hand he proceeded back upstairs to retrieve the other two nuns who slept silently and barely stirred at his entrance.
Damien suddenly shouted out commands and the startled nuns screamed in unison as they saw what was going on.
"Get the fuck up now!" Damien yelled. "It's play time."
The nuns continued screaming and jumped to their feet, Damien ordered them to shut up and they complied. As the nuns silenced the unmistakable cries of the orphan children could be heard, awoken by horrifying sounds in the night, finding themselves handcuffed to the bed.
Damien sent one nun tumbling down the flight of stairs and dragged the other behind him as they descended. The crack of the first nun’s skull as she reached the bottom floor was enough to send the children into anarchy. The clanging of handcuffs against bed rails could be heard all around the room and Damien entered proudly, ready to get to work.
"Shut the fuck up!" Damien screamed. "This is not a joke, if your noise disturbs my fun you die! Now you two," Damien said pointing to the nuns. "We're going to play a little game and these are the rules, you have your pick of any of these sweet little asses here in this room to do any sexual activity you want. In my bag here I have two strap-on's, a vibrator, a dildo, and a whole collection of meat hooks. You fill in the blanks, I am going to sit over here and watch, have fun."
Damien pulled a chair into the corner and sat back comfortably to admire the show. The two nuns looked into each other’s frightened eyes, yet both moved to the bag with near imperceptible grins. One nun grabbed a vibrator and the other nun grabbed a strap-on.
Of the five children, two were girls and three were boys, each nun chose a girl.
The first nun, vibrator in hand, began to feverishly remove clothing from herself and then her chosen little girl. Then she faced the center of the room and straddled the little girl’s face; the girl needed no instruction and quickly began sliding her tongue through the soft folds of the aging nun’s loose pussy. The nun meanwhile bent forward almost into a sixty-nine position, but instead she slowly began to insert the vibrator into the young girls tight young cunt.
The muscles of the young virgin's pussy clenched tightly around the vibrator as her wetness increased and mixed with blood as the vibrator tore through her hymen. She shrieked in pleasure and pain as the nun began a feverish pace, relentlessly pounding the vibrator deeper and harder with each stroke. The young girl, however, never missed a beat and continued lapping hungrily at the nun's swelling pussy lips; both were nearing orgasm.
On the bed next to them, the other nun stripped herself naked and easily put on the strap-on. Then she quickly tore the clothes free from the little girl and pressed the head of the strap-on right up against her tight little pussy lips. The girl pressed into her and the strap-on slid easily between her slick pussy walls. The girl took more and more until the nun got bored of it, and then she got up.
Damien then ordered the second nun to sodomize one of the young boys, and she thought of which to go for. Fear filled each of their eyes as she looked them over and they pleaded for her not to, she chose the one she hated, the bad boy. She spread his legs forcibly as he tried twisting away and quickly thrust the strap-on deep into his rectum, lack of lubrication tearing his anus as the strap-on pressed forward. The boy screamed and she punched him to shut him up. She continued sodomizing him as his ass finally became lubricated with his own blood.
Damien crept up to her with a meat hook and handed it to her. She looked at him with questioning eyes, but it took only moments for her decision to be made. One thought ran through her mind over and over, and it was meat hook sodomy. She pressed the cold meat hook to the boy’s rectum and grinned at him before forcing the meat hook repeated into his ass, now he learned his lesson. Blood stained his sheets as layer upon layer of skin was torn, large and small chunks of his rectum were flying from the bed as her pace quickened. Feces also collected as the boy apparently shit himself.
As the boy died, Damien crept up to the nun and forced her to do the same to another young boy, this time he kept close watch as the meat hook ripped through his ass. A small amount of feces splattered against his cheek and Damien was enraged, he swung violently with the knife and planted it deep in the middle of the nun’s forehead. Small fragments of her brain being pulled free as he removed the knife. Blood spurted free, then began to steadily flow down her face.
"You sloppy fucking bitch, I'll show you how to fuck someone with a meat hook." Damien screamed.
Damien allowed her to fall forward with her face mashed against the young boy's cock; he reached under her and began sodomizing the boy with his meat hook. Damien was much more violent and the muscles were torn to shreds, Damien continued in vehement refusal of allowing this boy one extra second of life. When a chunk of the boy's thigh flew to his feet he felt relieved and leaned down to inspect the damage.
His ministrations had left a ten or eleven-inch hole, so he pushed the nuns head straight up inside of his ass. Blood began to flow down along her neck, soaking her torso in the blood from his asshole.
The other nun watched and ran in fear; she tripped on Damien's bag, but struggled her way to the door. As she flung the door open Damien yelled for her to stop, she was greeted with the Sheriff and could not have been happier to see him. She rushed to his arms and cowered in fear from Damien.
She turned her back to the Sheriff in his strong arms and told him to get Damien. The Sheriff leaned down and whispered quietly into her ear.
"Where is your savior now?"
The Sheriff put his arms around the naked trembling nun and broke her neck with one quick jerk. She fell quickly to the floor and he kicked her carcass out of the doorway so he could shut the door, which he did quickly.
"We got some calls of noise and I thought you could use a hand," the Sheriff said to Damien.
Damien smiled and said "your help is much appreciated, but why would the Sheriff want to help me?"
"I have always hated these fucking slut nuns and these poor, ugly, disgusting children." the Sheriff replied.
The Sheriff pointed to the child he hated the most and asked Damien to save him, that he had something special in the car for him. Damien obliged and allowed the boy to wait for the Sheriff's return while his attention became focused elsewhere.
Damien mounted the first little girl; his clothes lie in the corner where he had been masturbating occasionally while watching the goings-on. His cock was pressed between her already wet lips and he fucked her mercilessly, he didn't even notice the Sheriff's return.
The sheriff returned with his trusty little friend, the "Jaws of Life." The boy screamed and squirmed as the "Jaws of Life" wrapped around his ankle. The Sheriff laughed hysterically as his little friend broke the skin, then the bone, and a foot rolled into the middle of the floor. Blood poured from the twitching limb and the boy screamed in agony. Each appendage was thus shortened and just before the boy bled to death, the Sheriff leaned close to him and whispered.
"You'll never tell anyone this now, but you're my kid."
With that, the Sheriff removed the boy’s head. The cracking of the boy's spinal cord filled the room, and his head rolled to Damien's feet. Damien grinned a huge grin.
Damien watched the Sheriff at work while he pounded in and out of the little girl's tight cunt. As each of the boy’s hands and feet rolled to the floor, Damien inched closer and closer to filling this sweet little girl with his evil seed. As the spine cracked loudly, Damien shot his load, filling the bitch deep inside. As the head rolled to his feet, he stood.
"Leave this girl," he said pointing to her "she's nice and tight." "But how should we kill this one?"
The Sheriff pulled out his revolver and shot her four times in the head.
"I got no problem with her, gotta keep it simple," he said plainly.
Damien smiled and approached the man.
"Thanks for all your help my friend," he said. Damien extended his hand to the Sheriff and they shook hands briefly. Suddenly Damien pulled the knife out of his pocket and attacked the Sheriff with his left hand. The blade planted itself firmly in the throat of the Sheriff. The Sheriff fell back blindly, blood spurting from his torn jugular. Falling backwards, he managed to raise his gun and one shot through the skull dropped Damien where he stood.
Both men lie on the floor, blood pooling beneath each of their bodies. One scared little girl remained handcuffed and crying out loud, praying she would be found before it was too late. One witness remaining to explain the carnage, without any knowledge of the carnage that hung from the basement ceiling.

Epilogue

She could only lie and ponder whether any of it had meaning. Whether Damien, as she came to know him, had any reason for killing those that he did; though he did not. She would wonder often what possessed the Sheriff to help. She could never walk down the street alone, again, without constantly peering over her shoulder. A fear grew inside of her, attached itself to the very core of her being, and slowly it would completely envelop her mentality. For the other victims, the pain came and life ended, for her life was the pain. A pain she could never escape which destroyed her abilities to love, care, or basically feel anything. In many respects she would barely be considered a person. Perhaps, though, the nightmare was not over.

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