Controlled Foster Family
Chapter 2
I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee, and stretched lazily in my bed. Yesterday seemed like a beautiful dream and I was in no rush to wake from it. Fuck, I thought, today is Sunday! Fuck, fuck, fuck I said to myself as I rolled out of bed and staggered to the closet. The only thing worse than a long, boring sermon on a Sunday morning was getting another one from Jacob because I was late getting ready. I pulled on my pants and dress shirt, knotted my cheap tie around my neck and did what I could with my hair before heading out to face the inevitable.
When I got to the kitchen, I was treated on one of the perks of living here that I had mentioned earlier. Sarah was in her Sunday dress, a light cotton sun dress that showed off her figure perfectly. At least it would, if she wasn’t wearing a long sleeved cardigan with it. At least when she turned to look at me, I was given a chance to check out her ample cleavage with her gold cross pendant nestled perfectly between her smooth tits. She gave me a bright smile as she handed me a plate of bacon and eggs. “Good morning Chad, I hope you slept well?”
“Very well, thank you Sarah.” I replied politely as I took my place at the table. I took a moment to pretend to pray over my food, but instead stole a glimpse at Mary who was sitting across from me. Like her mother, she was wearing a light sun dress with a white sweater, hers was pale blue with white daisies, but her sweater had short sleeves and showed off her farm toned arms beautifully. She was staring at me with a small smile on her face. I remembered the command I had left her with after I made her masturbate to orgasm and I was sure that her pussy was getting wet again as she re-lived that moment in her mind.
“Amen” I mumbled, and looked over to Rebecca who was sitting beside me. Her Sunday dress was a soft pink and her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail so I could see the gentle line of her jaw. That jaw had been very busy last night and I watched her as she daintily chewed on her breakfast. Her lips were glistening with gloss and I started to get hard as I remembered the feel of them around my cock.
“Good morning girls, I hope you slept well.” I said, and watched Mary snap out of her daydream. She averted her eyes from me as a small blush crept up her neck. Rebecca turned to face me “Yes, thank you Chad. Thank you very much.” She said with a grateful smile. I relaxed as she confirmed that her post hypnotic suggestion was still working away. They were still subject to my control, no challenges yet it seemed.
Jacob grunted in disapproval from behind his paper, his hand setting down his coffee cup. “Last to wake again I see, at least I didn’t have to kick you out of bed this time.” He set his paper down, perfectly folded and in line with the edge of the table as he glared at me with disapproval. “I don’t want any smartass comments or snide remarks during the service this time, do you understand.”
Dammit, I was tempted to put him under and make him dance around like a chicken but just because I was an asshole, didn’t mean I was stupid. Until I had this thing completely figured out, I wasn’t going to take a chance at screwing it up.
“Yes Jacob, I promise not to embarrass you today.” I said in a respectful tone. He grunted and picked up his paper, but I saw Sarah give me a smile of gratitude. Whenever Jacob and I fought, she ended up getting part of it since it had been her idea to take me in. I nodded at her and started eating.
“Not so fast dear, you will give yourself a stomach ache.” Sarah piped up as she sat herself down at the end of the table. I saw her wince in pain, then cover it with a smile while she poured herself a glass of juice. I had seen that wince before, always on Sunday’s, and put it away at the back of my mind to ask about later.
We all piled into the car and drove to the church. Jacob liked to get there early to make sure he got a pew close to the pulpit. He wanted to make sure that the Minister got the full effect of his glare whenever he disapproved of anything that was said, which was often. Jacob was very Old Testament and given his plans clearly did not approve of where the church was going. Sarah sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap clutching her purse. She was nervous as always, she didn’t enjoy Jacob’s ride home rants any more than the rest of us and was always scared about what the sermon would be about.
Mary and Rebecca sat on my right, and seemed to jostle with each other as to who would get to sit beside me. Mary won and I felt her push her hip against mine even though there was lots of bench still available. Rebecca settled down on the end and I saw the disappointment on her face. It seemed like there were tears glistening in her eyes, second fiddle again.
The sermon was long and arduous, just like Jacob liked them and by the end we were all hot and uncomfortable. We shuffled out of the church, Sarah thanked the minister on behalf of the family after Jacob had walked indifferently by his outstretched hand. It was even hotter outside, a bright summer’s day as we walked to the car. I could see the heat rippling off of the pavement and a trickle of sweat ran down the back of my neck.
“Jacob, why don’t we go get some ice cream?” I asked and heard small squeals of delight from Mary and Rebecca.
“No.” He blurted back. “We have chores to get to, and you know what that ice cream parlour charges now. Pure robbery I say.” He considered the matter closed as he unlocked the car.
“But Jacob, everyone here is hot and we will be doing hay today. You know how hard that is, I think it would really help everyone if they had some ice cream first. God bless you Jacob.” I continued.
I saw him twitch, the hypnotic suggestion I had implanted fighting against his general miserliness. He sat still as the two thoughts battled in his mind.
“Remember that the bible says ‘And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.’ Let the ice cream be the cup of cold water you give, God bless you Jacob.”
“Fine, but no toppings.” He grunted as he plopped himself in to the driver’s seat and started the car. Sarah gave me a grateful smile while Mary and Rebecca both reached out to grab my hand as they babbled thanks in my ears.
“That was very wise of you, Chad. You have been studying.” Sarah said as we pulled away.
Yes, yes I had, and I had a whole list of bible quotes prepared for when I needed them. I sat back and pulled Mary and Rebecca’s hands into my lap as they still clutched mine. Their warm strong fingers squeezed me and whether they noticed the stiffening of my cock against the back of their hands they didn’t pull away.
It was a long hot day in the field, Rebecca and I worked in the wagon while Jacob drove the tractor. He was oblivious to how fast the bales were shooting out and several times I had to help Rebecca after she had been knocked down by a flying haybale. Each time she thanked me, her eyes bright with gratitude and I saw how her nipples pushed against her work shirt. Her sweat had stained the front and the wet cotton stuck to her body erotically. I hadn’t seen her naked last night and would find a time to fix that.
At the end of the day, Jacob had parked the tractor and headed off to the house. I told Rebecca and Mary that I would help Sarah finish in the barn and they gratefully headed off, arguing over who got to shower first. I walked into the barn to where Sarah was climbing down from the loft after putting the last of the bales in place. She was streaming with sweat, her blonde hair plastered to her face and her shirt untucked, hanging off of the tips of her impressive breasts.
“Gangster Rap” I said as she stepped down off of the ladder, and her head fell to her chest as the post hypnotic suggestion took hold.
“Sarah, turn around and lift up your shirt.” I said and she complied. My suspicions were correct, her back was striped with marks that had nothing to do with farm work.
“Sarah, did Jacob do this to you?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Why?”
“Every Saturday evening, he hears my confession then disciplines me for my sins.” She replied robotically.
Well, this was unexpected. I knew that Jacob had Sarah under his thumb but I had no idea that it went this far. “Where does this happen, show me.”
Sarah moved off towards the back of the barn and moved some old hay bales to reveal a trap door in the floor. She unlocked it with a key she took from a hook on the wall and lifted the hatch. There was a ladder that descended into the darkness and she climbed down it with practiced ease. I followed her and a few seconds later, a light came on and illuminated the room we were now in.
Damn I thought as I looked around, this brings spare the rod, spoil the child to a whole new level I thought. There was a wall full of old riding crops, leather straps and other things I had no idea what to call them, but none of them looked dusty from lack of use. Against another wall was a table with a collection of cuffs, belts, coarse ropes and what looked like gags, all laid out neatly and evenly spaced. The third wall held a large X shaped construction with hooks on the corners as well as a saw horse with o-rings set into the legs. On the far wall was a large mirror and a large board with a quote from the bible written on it in red paint;
“For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12.11”
I turned to where Sarah stood, her head down and her hands clasped in front of her submissively. I hadn’t told her to stand like that, she had adopted it automatically when she entered the room. Her long blonde hair fell around her face and the cool air of the cellar was making her nipples push hard against the damp material of her t-shirt.
“Sarah, do you like it when Jacob brings you down here?” I asked.
“It is my duty to obey my husband as a good wife. If I have sinned against him, I must repent.” She replied automatically, almost as if she was reciting a line from a play.
I walked toward her “You didn’t answer my question, do you like what happens down here.”
She nodded. “I like when my husband takes control of me. It frees me from the fear that I may sin due to my weakness as a woman. When I am in here, I am safe from myself.”
“Do you like it when Jacob beats you?” I asked, and after a moments hesitation she nodded again.
“I like it when I am disciplined for what I have done wrong. My sins must be purged and Jacob helps with that.” She replied.
I reached out and lifted her chin. “Sarah, look at me. Do you like what happens in here?” I asked firmly.
She paused, as if wrestling with herself. “Yes, yes I do, but I shouldn’t. One should not enjoy the punishment you are given to atone for your sins. Also, lately Jacob has been so angry, it has been hard.” She shuddered, and not from the cold.
“Sarah, does he ever take you sexually down here?” I asked.
Sarah nodded, “Yes, after I have atoned for my sins and he is satisfied with my repentance he rewards me. He allows me to service him as a good wife should.”
“Sarah, does Jacob ever bring Rebecca or Mary down here?” I asked, and she stiffened.
“No, no. I made him promise not to. I am his wife and the bible says;
‘Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands.’
But I couldn’t stand the thought of him disciplining my babies like this, not my girls.” She said forcefully.
“You are a good mother Sarah, and a good wife to Jacob. Unfortunately, Jacob is very busy and this is becoming a distraction to him. I have promised him that I would help him around the house so from now on I will take over his duties in this place, do you understand”
Sarah paused, and I could see the conflict on her face. “Jacob is my husband, it is his place to discipline me as his wife. I cannot allow another man to use me in the same way, it would be adultery.”
Fuck. Fuck God Damnit, literally. The very conditioning that made them so susceptible to the hypnosis also makes it damn hard to do some of the more interesting things I wanted to do. I would have to work around this and slowly, and I have an idea just how to start.
“Sarah, when we leave this room and you will forget you ever showed me this. When I release you, you will return to the house, shower and get ready for your church meeting tonight. All you will remember is that we discussed something that you have wanted to tell me for a very long time. You are happy that you finally let me know your secret but will not tell Jacob or anyone else, do you understand?” She nodded and we ascended the ladder. After we had replaced the hay bales and walked out of the barn together, I said “Death Metal” and she snapped out of her trance.
“Oh, Chad. Thank you so much for your help in there. You are such a good boy, I am glad you decided to stay for the summer.” Sarah said with a smile, patting my cheek but leaving her hand there just a little too long.
“Thank you, Sarah. I really enjoy working in the barn, there is so much to learn and do in there.” I replied with a nod.
A little while later and we were all in the kitchen. Sarah had showered and was looking around at what to serve for supper. I could see the exhaustion on her face after a long day at work, but Jacob just sat in his chair, staring out the window and impatiently drumming his fingers on the table.
“Jacob, it has been a really long day for all of us and you and Sarah have your church meeting to go to tonight. Why don’t we just order a pizza?” I suggested.
Jacob grunted and turned to glare at me. “First you want ice cream and now you want to order food when we have an entire kitchen full of it. I don’t know where you think this money comes from boy, but it certainly isn’t from you.”
“The pizza won’t cost that much, and you get paid for taking me in as a foster child anyway. Why not splurge a bit for your family, God Bless you Jacob.” I replied.
I saw him twitch, again fighting the suggestion but then fate intervened and his stomach growled. “Fine, it will probably get here faster than anything else in this house.” He grunted and I heard excited noises from behind me. I turned to see Mary and Rebecca reaching for the phone while arguing over the toppings, and a grateful smile from Sarah as she closed the cupboard. She poured us all large glasses of lemonade and we sat around the table talking about the day. All of us except Jacob, I am sure he was quiet because he was updating his financial plan to account for one extra large pizza.
Shortly later, Jacob and Sarah left and Mary and Rebecca were washing the dishes. I put the pizza box in the garbage and went out to the barn to make some preparations. With the adults gone, it was time for some real experimentation with my new authority. I came back to the house to find Mary and Rebecca sitting on the sofa, watching TV.
“Gangster Rap.” I said, and their heads dropped right on cue.
“Girls, follow me and put your hair up in a ponytail.” I said as I led them out to the barn.
We stood in the barn, next to the empty stalls as the horses were in the pasture for the night. “Mary, Rebecca, you will listen to my words and obey them without hesitation, just as if they were the word of God. Do you understand?” I said in a commanding voice and got two nods in return.
“You are no longer people, instead when you hear me snap my fingers you will both be horses.” and with a snap of my finger it was done. Just like during the show, Mary and Rebecca started snorting, whinnying and pawing the ground with their feet.
“Silly ponies, why are you wearing people clothes. Horses don’t wear clothes, do they?” I said and just as quickly they shimmied out of their t-shirts and leggings until they were standing naked before me. Mary tossed her head, her long blonde pony tail swaying in the light breeze. I had not seen Rebecca naked before and I was not disappointed. Where Mary was curvy and soft, Rebecca was lean and hard. She had the firm B cup tits I had felt last night and I was pleased at the showings of some abs. Also, her pussy was shaved bare and she had a thigh gap to die for.
“Very good ponies, but I don’t want you to hurt your hoofs so we need to put on your horse shoes.” I reached behind a hay bale and pulled out their fancy dress sandals and a riding crop. The heels were only a modest 2-3 inches but they were the best they had at the moment. I knelt down and lifted Mary’s leg so I could slide it on her dainty foot. Rebecca snorted and stomped when I knelt before her, but a quick slap of the crop and she stood still as I shod her.
“Good horses” I said and I stroked their hair. They tossed their heads and whinnied in appreciation at the praise. “Now horses don’t have hands either do they. Put your hands behind your backs please.”
The girls complied and I bound their wrists together with some leather harness strap. “Now for your bits and bridles and you will be all ready for riding.” I reached behind the hay bale again and pulled out the two bit gags I had fashioned for them. It was a piece of 2″ doweling with a couple of eyehooks screwed into the ends and some lengths of rope tied on.
Mary opened her mouth obediently and I saw her eyes light up as I pushed the wood between her teeth. I tied it firmly in place behind her head and she snorted and pawed at the ground, eager to be off. Rebecca was a bit more reluctant and whimpered as I pushed the bit between her teeth but I stroked her face and she calmed down. I heard a quiet moan as the ropes pulled the bit gag firmly into her mouth.
I stood back and wished that I had a camera to record this moment. Both girls were standing naked before me, their beautiful tits thrust out as their shoulders were pulled back in restraint. Their pink lips and white teeth glistened around the blocks of wood in their mouths but their eyes were bright and eager and they tossed their heads proudly.
“Good ponies, very good ponies. Now to harness you to the cart.”
There was a small cart at the back of the barn and I wheeled it out. The girls started prancing and pawing at the ground in excitement as I positioned it in the middle of the barn. I took a couple of large straps and wrapped them around their chests and arms, just below their tits then fastened the traces of the cart to the strap behind their backs. I clipped a couple of long leather dog leashes to the back of their gags and took my seat on the card. “Hyah!” I shouted, and leaned forward to swish the riding crop over their firm asses.
The girls squealed at the blow, but leaned into their harnesses and the cart started to move. They struggled at the start, their fancy shoes slipping on the dirt and hay of the barn floor but once the cart built up some momentum they started to prance along proudly. I turned them around and headed out along the path behind the barn. I didn’t want to take a chance of anyone seeing the Mitchell girls naked and harnessed to a cart pulling the neighborhood delinquent.
The path went out through the field, already head high with corn. I enjoyed the sight of the girls’ asses swaying, as they pulled me along. The muscles of their legs rippled as they lifted them high, trotting proudly down the path. Mary was taller and took a longer stride, but Rebecca was in better shape and had no trouble keeping up. They snorted and whinnied as the path led from the field into the small wood at the back of the farm. The air was cool in the early evening and I leaned back savor the moment, occasionally reaching out to deliver a light swat to one of my steeds.
After about 10 minutes I reigned them in, pulling firmly on the leashes and enjoying the grunts of surprise and discomfort as the bit gags dug into their mouths. I dismounted from the cart and walked around to look at my pony girls. They were sweating from the exertion and beads of moisture dribbled down their chests and between their tits. Their hair was plastered to their heads and their nipples stood out like hard points in the cool evening air.
“Such good horses you are.” I said and I saw them smile behind their gags in gratitude at the praise. They hardly got any from Jacob and they were starved for it from any man, it may as well be me. I reached out to cup their tits and they both moaned as I gently slid my thumbs over their firm nipples. Mary arched, pushing her large breast into my hand and I squeezed in response eliciting another moan of pleasure. Rebecca, not to be out done shuffled closer and rose up on her toes to nuzzle my cheek. I looked into her large, dark eyes and they slowly closed in pleasure as I groped and squeezed her tit.
“I am so lucky to have such good animals, let’s get you home and maybe you can have a treat for your hard work.” I said and the girls tossed their heads, whinnying in eagerness. I guided them around and we headed back to the barn. I spurred them on with some sharp smacks of the crop and soon we were practically galloping down the path. The girls leaned hard into their harnesses, their breath coming in rapid snorts through their nostrils as they sprinted toward the barn. Their pony tails streamed out behind them as their legs pumped with the benefits of a life of work and exercise. I eventually reigned them in, I didn’t want to try to explain the road rash if one of them fell, and we glided easily into the barn.
I hopped down and removed their gags, they gasped and gulped for air as their sweat covered chests heaved with exertion. I unhooked the cart and pushed it back where it belonged, then removed the chest straps then untied their wrists, massaging away any redness. I told them to get dressed and switch back to the sneakers they had worn initially, hiding their shoes and the other items behind the hay bale again. After a few minutes, all sign of our recent activities was gone and the girls stood before me awaiting their next command.
“Mary, Rebecca, when I snap my fingers, you will no longer be horses but back to yourselves. You will not remember anything that has happened since you first came into the barn. All you will know is that we did something incredible together and you are very grateful to me for arranging it. You feel very exhilarated and aroused, and naughty because you know that if Jacob were to find out he would be quite angry. You want to thank me, but don’t know how, do you understand?” Both girls nodded, shy smiles on their faces.
I snapped my fingers.
“Oh wow, that was awesome.” Mary blurted, then hid a giggle behind her hand.
“Yeah, I can’t believe we did that.” Rebecca answered, wiping some sweat from her face and pushing hair from her eyes.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I thought you would.” I replied, leaning idly against a post. “Every once in a while, we need to remind ourselves that we are not children anymore, even if Jacob doesn’t like it.”
“Oh, my goodness, Dad. He would be so angry if he found out.” Mary said fearfully, then collapsed into a fit of giggles again.
“I won’t tell if you don’t. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt us.” Rebecca answered, putting her arm around Mary’s shoulders and giggling herself.
“Well, he sure won’t hear it from me. It was my idea after all.” I said and the girls looked at me in gratitude.
“Yes it was, how can we ever thank you.” Mary said in a breathless voice, I could see her tits heaving under her shirt and it wasn’t from pulling a horse cart this time.
“Well Mary, have you ever given a blow job?” I asked, and she gasped and blushed in surprise.
“Um, uh, well..” she stammered, then Rebecca patted her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, let me show you.” Rebecca said then walked over to me and started fumbling with my pants.
“Rebecca!” Mary gasped in shock.
“Oh don’t be such a prude. If you ever want to get a real boyfriend you had better learn how to keep him happy.” Rebecca shot back a little aggressively. Her hand started to stroke my cock as she gestured Mary forward. “Its about time you learned something that wasn’t from a sermon.”
Mary took a hesitant step, then Rebecca reached out and grabbed her wrist to pull her forward. I could see a triumphant look on her face, finally something she was better at than Little Miss Perfect.
“See what I am doing, you need to gently stroke his cock to get it hard. Not too rough, this is something to be worshiped, not abused.” She took Mary’s hand and wrapped it around my cock, guiding it with her own as they rubbed me to hardness.
“Look, he is already hard. This little drop shows that he is ready for the next stage.” Rebecca said as she picked up the drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock with her finger, then licked it off as she gazed sultrily into my eyes.
Mary was still in shock, uncertain of what to do next and nervous about the recent shift in power between the two of them. She glanced up at me, then shyly dropped her eyes. She gasped as she realized she was now looking at my cock in her hands and looked away, only to stare squarely at Rebecca’s firm tits and hard nipples. Everywhere she looked all she saw was erotic forbidden pleasure.
“Don’t worry Mary, I was nervous my first time. But then I found a teacher who was patient and experienced and all of that went away. Now, kneel down and kiss the tip of his cock.” Rebecca said, and she firmly pushed Mary to her knees.
With a well rehearsed grace, Mary knelt and responding to the pressure of Rebecca’s guiding hand leaned forward and nervously kissed my cock.
“Mmmmmm, very good Mary.” I said, reaching down to stroke her sweat damp hair. She glanced up at me, her eagerness for praise fighting against a lifetime of rigid teachings of abstinence.
“You are a very beautiful woman Mary, not a child anymore. I am proud to help teach you what you should know.” I said as I nodded to Rebecca.
“Now, open your mouth and slide his cock inside. No teeth, just lips and tongue.” Rebecca instructed and Mary whimpered as she complied. I felt her warm moist mouth slowly engulf my cock and the breath from her nose tickled the shaft as she gave her first blow job. She hesitated a bit, but the firm unrelenting pressure from Rebecca’s hand pushing on the back of her head forced her down the shaft.
She gagged as my cock touched the back of her throat, and I heard a snort of laughter from Rebecca. “It happened to me too, just back off and keep sucking.” She said.
Mary obeyed, sliding back down the length of my cock to kiss the tip again, then taking me deep into her mouth over and over again.
“Rebecca, move behind Mary and play with her tits. You know how much you liked the feeling yourself.” I said and the dark seductress complied with an eagerness that surprised me. Maybe there was something else there I thought as I watched Rebecca push herself against Mary’s back while her strong hands reached around to cup Mary’s milky white globes.
Mary moaned on my cock as Rebecca squeezed and groped her tits. I saw her face soften with pleasure as her adopted sister fondled and rolled her hard nipples between her long fingers. She was sucking me on her own now, instinctively sliding her hand up and down my cock as her head bobbed back and forth. Rebecca took her other hand and guided it up to cup my balls, gently manipulating Mary’s fingers to fondle them just as I had taught her.
“Use your tongue, not just your lips. Lick his cock like a popsicle on a hot day.” Rebecca whispered into Mary’s ear, her lips brushing Mary’s lobe and I thought I saw her tongue flick out to tease the earring that dangled there. Mary groaned in response and I felt her tongue slide along the bottom of my cock as it filled her young mouth.
“Ooooooh, that feels so good Mary. You are an excellent student to such a fine teacher.” I said as I stroked both their heads. Rebecca looked up at me, beaming at the praise that she had been starved for most of her life. In response she grabbed Mary by the pony tail and started to pump her head faster and harder along my cock.
“Harder, faster, feel him swell inside your mouth. Realize that you are making him feel this good prepare to give him the ultimate pleasure.” She said in a strong voice and Mary complied. She bobbed her head in response to Rebecca’s guiding hand and I felt my orgasm start to build.
“Soon, oh god, soon. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moaned and Mary nodded in response, pulling me against her face as her tongue slid back and forth along the bottom of my prick. I felt my orgasm explode inside her mouth, spurts of cum shooting down her throat.
Unprepared, she gagged and coughed. Cum dribbled out from her lips and down her chin. I pulled back, the last few spurts spraying her face and chest as she gasped for air.
“Oh no, don’t waste it. It is precious, his gift to you for a good job.” Rebecca wailed as she rushed to catch the cum that dribbled off of Mary’s chin.
“It’s not a waste, it is a gift for both of you.” I gasped, struggling to recover and control the situation. “You did such a good job teaching her, you deserve a reward as well. Now lick her clean and make sure that none is missed.”
“Thank you, oh thank you.” Rebecca squealed and I saw her lean around to lick the cum off of Mary’s cheek. Mary turned in compliance with my command, allowing Rebecca to lick her clean. She moaned as her adopted sister licked the cum off of her tits and I saw Rebecca take more time than she needed to finish the job. Finally, Mary was clean and both girls looked up at me from where they knelt.
I pulled them to their feet and led them back to the house. A quick check of the time showed me that we had about 15 minutes before we could expect Jacob and Sarah back so I had them clean themselves up as best they could and seated them back on the sofa where I found them.
“Rebecca, Mary, when I say Death Metal you will awaken from your trance. You will remember nothing about the pony play or the blow job. You will only remember that we did something incredible together but you can never tell Jacob or Sarah. Do you understand?” Both girls nodded.
“Death Metal” I said as I slipped out of the living room.
I was waiting in Jacob’s office when he came in after they returned from their church meeting. “Gangster Rap” I said as soon as he entered and his head dropped before he could even speak.
“Jacob, what do you use the room under the barn for?” I asked.
“It is where I render my judgement and punishment for the sins committed in this household.” He answered with pride.
“Jacob, have you ever taken Mary or Rebecca down there?”
“Not Mary, my weak willed wife insisted that I would not render judgement on our daughter and she is worse for it.” He replied angrily.
“But you have taken Rebecca down there?” I continued.
“Yes, that harlot is not my daughter but my ward. Her sinful influence has begun to corrupt my daughter and it is my duty to discipline her. ‘Do not withhold discipline from a child, if you strike him with a rod, he will not die.’ So sayeth the lord, Proverbs 23, 13.”
“Jacob, have you ever had Rebecca physically? In that room or anywhere else?” I asked nervously.
“No, I have been able to resist the temptations of that sinful wench thus far. However, it has been more difficult since her return from that school. I never should have sent her away, either of them.” He answered, and I saw his hand twitch toward his crotch.
“Jacob, you are a fine man and a good Christian. The lord has sent these tests to you to strengthen your faith and prove your right to lead his church. In submission to the Lord’s wishes, you will not take a vow of abstinence from all physical pleasures to prove that you are a master of your body and your mind.”
I could see him struggle, his desire to prove himself worthy fighting against the obvious pleasure he received from imposing his will on others.
“Jacob, if you cannot master yourself, how can you expect to lead others. Surely that weak minded priest in town does not have a stronger character than you?” I said in a condescending tone.
His shoulders stiffened, but his brow creased in frustration. “If I do not discipline my wife and ward, they will fall into their sinful ways. They are weak and wanton women tempted by the sins of the flesh.”
“Jacob, you have a larger task ahead of you. Take Chad as your disciple and leave your household to him while you prepare a house for the Lord.” I told him. “God bless you, Jacob.”
It looked like his mind was about to explode. “Chad, that godless heathen. I curse the day that my wife allowed him into my house, I cannot turn over the running of the household to him.” His head came up and his eyes started to open. Fuck, had I gone too far?
“Jacob, did not Jesus take sinners as his disciples? Does the bible not say that Jesus calls the unworthy and makes them worthy, he sends forth the weak and makes them strong.” I stammered, thank God for Google. “How can you expect to redeem a parish if you cannot redeem one boy in your own house?”
Jacob cocked his head, considering the words. “You place a great task before me, but I will not fail. I will prove myself a master of my body and I will redeem that delinquent and mould him in my image.”
“You make me proud Jacob. Surely great reward awaits you at the end of this journey.” I said as I guided him to his chair. I moved to the door and checked to make sure the hallway was clear. Sarah was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and the girls had turned in early, tired for some reason. “Death Metal” I said as I pulled the door shut.