What do I do? What do I say? The Bishop is waiting for answers but I don’t know what to say. My mouth is open but nothing comes out.
“A friend called me that he saw someone that looks like my brother at the club down town, so we went to go check.” Flora quickly replies.
What a relief! I wouldn’t have known what to say. But the look on Bishop Marc’s face is like that of someone that has just seen a ghost. Probably because Flora mentioned her brother. His shock is very suspicious and he tries to hide it by looking away but we can see he’s clearly uncomfortable with the topic.
“So how did it go?” he asks without looking Flora in the eye.
“Well, not as I expected. But I’m sure I will find my brother some day. I believe something happened to my brother, someone did something to him. I know Savi…….”
Bishop Marc interrupts her immediately, “We have been through this many times for the past few years. I am really tired now and don’t want to go into this again with you, it’s past 2am and you know I don’t like Blondie to be out by this time. You both need to go and get some rest. I need the rest too.” Then he turns around and walks away.
Flora and I return to my room, she points out that he stopped her from calling his name so that I don’t hear it and get curious. She swears she will bring him down if he did anything to her brother. I am not interested in all that, I just want my freedom. I just want to go away with Perry. But I really need to figure a way to stay away from Bishop Marc. I can’t let him touch me now that I’m sleeping with his son. Now here is my dilemma.
“The Bishop won’t be bothering you tonight Blondie, you saw how distraught he looked when I mentioned my brother. So you will sleep peacefully tonight. We need to find a way to stop him from touching you.” Flora says and leaves for her own room.
Her last words to me really sinks in, I can’t be sleeping with father and son. I love Perry and I want to stay true to him. I don’t want his father touching me, the thought of it makes my skin crawl. I can’t sleep with that murderer. I need to get out of here, and fast. But how?
Just like Flora predicted ealier, the Bishop didn’t bother me last night. Either he’s too tired from his trip or the news from Flora shook him up. It’s a big relief that he didn’t come to bother me, what excuse would I have given him? I don’t want him to touch me ever again, I love only Perry and I want to be with him alone, but how do I keep the Bishop away? I can’t stand him, I can’t let him touch me, he’s a monster. I only hope I get out of this alive.
I find out that Bishop left the mansion very early this morning, I wonder where he’s rushing to. Something tells me he’s going to cover his tracks because of what Flora told him. Whatever Flora and I need to do to get out of here, I think we need to do it fast. But the things Flora has planned are scary. First she wants us to expose him, bring him down before his church so they can see him for who he really is. I admit that is really going to be difficult because no one will believe us, not unless we can show them instead of telling them. We have a great plan, but I must admit that it’s very risky and we must ensure we leave no trace. The Bishop cannot find out we are behind his fall, not if we want to remain alive. I just want to live freely, not freedom in the grave.
I have managed to avoid the Bishop for days and Perry and I have kept our distance to avoid suspicions, even though Becca has been very nosy, she knows better than to start such rumor. Perry and Flora have continued to plot while I just observe as a bystander. I am too scared to get involved in this and they both know it. Although there is something about the way Perry is going about it, he does not care that Bishop Marc is his father, it’s as if he has some kind of Vendetta with the Bishop. What kind of a son plots his father’s down fall like this? I know he does not get along with his father, but common, this is too much. It’s personal and I can’t wait to find out what’s going on.
It’s been as if the Bishop is too occupied to even think of bothering me, I’m so glad he isn’t coming at me. Although I have continued to put the bolt on the door before I sleep so I don’t even know if he comes around.
“Hey, Blondie, His Lordship wants you to meet him in his office.” Becca announces. She had opened my door without even knocking. The nerve! Who does she think she is?
“Learn to knock before opening my door next time Becca. I will not tolerate…..” I say but the idiot slams my door shut before I can finish. What a witch.
And why will the Bishop send Becca of all people to me? He knows we can’t stand each other. I get dressed and head to the Bishop’s office immediately, what does he want from me now? I can’t wait to get it over and done with. I hurry through the garden and make it past his securities, the men in black stare at me. This makes me wonder, why does a man of God need so much security aides? But then again, Bishop Marc is anything but a man of God. Without knocking, I just push the door open and walk in. I see the Bishop sitting in front of his laptop. It’s as if he had forgotten that he sent for me because he reacted in a suspicious manner, he quickly closes his laptop without even bothering to shut it down. I wonder why he got so jumpy. What was he looking at in the laptop that he’s trying to hide from me, I am curious but I hide my curiosity.
“Good day your Lordship.”
“What took you so long Blondie?”
“I came as soon as I heard you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?”
“Common Blondie, don’t act all formal with me. It’s been a while. I have missed you. Haven’t you missed me? It’s as if the spark and connection between us has faded off. What’s wrong baby?”
“We’ve been over this before, I’m tired of this life!”
“What life?”
“The life of being your sex slave. I’m sick of it.”
“What has gotten into you Blondie? You’ve completely changed. You are not my sex slave, neither are you just my slut. We have something special here Blondie.”
“Yeah, and it’s called adultery.”
“Why do you have to make what we have sound so ugly?”
“Ohh I’m sorry, let’s try it this way, Unicorns, Rainbows, Pot of Gold, you are cheating on your wife and you are supposed to be a man of God.”
“I am a man of God! I take his messages to the people. I don’t need to live by the books but if I can help people live by the books and lead them to God then my job is done. You’ve changed Blondie, and I don’t like this new you. What has given you so much boldness? What or who has gotten into you?”
I am almost panicking. What does he mean by ‘who?’ Am I that obvious? ‘Blessing! Get a hold of yourself.’ I have to throw him off that thought. I can’t afford for him to be suspicious of me. Not yet. I have to act fast.
“What do you mean your Lordship? I am just tired. I want more out of life. I want to go back to school. I want to find a way to clear my name in the case of my step father’s murder. I didn’t kill him, I wasn’t the one that pulled the trigger so I don’t deserve to live my life in hiding. I want to some day have my own family. I want anything but this.”
“What do you mean your own family? You know you can’t have kids. Which man will want to be with a woman that can’t give him children? But I love you and I accept you the way you are.”
“You don’t have to draw that conclusion. You don’t have a right to do that. You may be a Bishop, but that does not make you God and…….”
Before I can say the next word, I feel a very had slap land on my face. For a moment there I can’t see, I go blind for a few seconds. Before I can even recover, I feel the Bishop’s hand on my neck, he pushes my back against the wall and holds me there. He’s beginning to chock me.
“You will never speak to me like that again Blondie. Incase you have forgotten, I gave you life, I own you. You’ve been acting really strange before I left for my trip, and you got worse when I returned. I have ran out of patience and my desires for you has escalated. I come to your room and you bolt the door, you think that is the right way to treat a man who gave you life?”
“Anything is better than this. I can’t continue to live like this. I want my freedom. I will rather go to jail and serve my time.”
“Ohh Blondie, where did I ever go wrong with you? You used to desire me, but look at your eyes now, I see fear. What did I do to you to make you fear me?”
He brings out his tongue and licks my face. I struggle and wrestle to free myself from him. I wriggle and squeal for him to release me, but not on his life is he going to let me go. He pushes me against the wall again and I begin to pant, looking at him with fear and disgust. My heart begin to race.
“I’m going to scream if you don’t let me go.”
“Scream all you want, your voice will not make it out of here, and believe me, no one will dare to interrupt me. You brought this upon yourself. I need to do this, just to remind you who I am to you.”
I still can’t believe Bishop Marc can stoop to this level, it’s as if he is possessed. He begins to kiss my lips, I protest of course. This is not right, I feel so nasty, his son kissed me a few days ago. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I struggle to break free from the kiss. Still holding me against the wall, he lets his other hand wander towards my chest, I gasp in shock at his strong hold to my chest. He squeezes my right tit through my top and white lace bra. Then with a strong yank, he pulls the blouse forcing the buttons to loosen as some fall off, revealing my breasts which are nestled snugly in my bra.
“Please stop this, don’t do this to me. Okay, please come by the room tonight, I promise to give myself to you tonight how ever you want it.” I cry.
Truth is, I am not going to give myself to this beast, I will run away before night falls. I just want him to free me now, I can’t stand the touch of this murderer.
“Not a chance Blondie, I have given you too many chances and you blew it. You are mine, your pussy is mine, your tits, mine.”
“You lie,” I squeal and try to shout at the top of my lungs. But then he grabs my throat and holds it tighter.
All my resistance stop. I don’t move anymore, not a muscle. His tight grip around my neck and the look in his eyes scare me to silence, not even a word. He begins squeezing my breasts with the other hand, one breast after another. I tremble in his hands the entire time he does this. He unhooks my bra and pulls it off me and my big gorgeous breasts pour out. Before I know it, he begins to lick and suck my nipples.
“Please stop, Your Lordship, I’m begging you to stop. Not like this please.” I cry. But my pleadings only seem to fuel him.
“I will fulfill my need for you whether you like it or not Blondie.” he moans.
Gently, he bites into my left nipple. I push his head, which does not deter him for even a moment. He bends down to my chest and fits one breast in his mouth, chewing on it softly as I struggle. Then he greedily sucks on my nipples for good five minutes, while I just stand here and take it with tears flooding my face. It’s obvious he wants more though. So much more. He unhooks my skirt and it falls to the floor.
His hand wanders down to my legs. I push them together the second I realize where he is heading. But again, he is much stronger. He squirms his fingers past my soft skin and touches my panties, already involuntarily damp from my fluids. He does not want to pull them down just yet. Instead, he pushes them slightly aside, giving him access to my pussy. It didn’t take long for him to find my big clit. If there was ever a time I regret having such a big clit, that time is now. I continue to cry and he begins to circle my clit with his fingers, rubbing it furiously while I begin to gasp.
“Please Your Lordship, not like this, please stop it I am begging you.” I cry for him to stop. But my pleas fall on deaf ears.
“Let go of me!” I whisper, which urges him on more since obviously if I didn’t want his attention, I’d be a bit louder. The vine over my cunt shifts as I squirm, causing me to squirm even more. Judging by the catcalls, it’s interpreted as pleasure. Pushing a finger into me and discovering that I’m, of course, very wet.
“Shhhhhh, be quiet. Now look at that, you see how wet your pussy is? You want this as much as I do. I have missed your pussy so much. I miss the taste of your honey pot.” He pulls out his finger from my pussy and lifts it for me to see, no doubt, it’s covered in my pussy juice. “You see that? It’s your juice, you want me as much as I want you, juices don’t lie.” he says then he takes his hand to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, licking it clean of my pussy juice.
I don’t know how this makes him feel but I see him shiver a little meaning he loves what he just tasted. I feel so dirty, I’ve never felt like this before, maybe on the day my step father first took over my body. But this is worse, I’m in love with Perry and here I am being forced to cheat on him by his father. I cry bitterly. How will I hide this from him? Of course he will not want anything to do with me ever again after this.
Bishop Marc returns his hand to my pussy and begins to circle my clit with his fingers. Despite my protests, I am getting wetter and wetter, fluids begin dripping down his finger to my legs.
“So wet, so wet, just the way I’ve always loved it Blondie, can’t you see that you can’t resist me? Can’t you see your pussy will do what I tell it to? I can have it make a puddle on the floor and it will obey.” he moans then he pushes two fingers into my pussy and begins to finger fuck me so fast that my head spins. I don’t know how but my pussy clenches down on his fingers and I am so close to orgasm.
“What a delicious wet cunt Blondie, I can feel you are about to cum. Cum for me my little slut, spray me with you sweet juice. You know no one can fuck you the way I do, your pussy will only tend to me. Now cum for me my beautiful slut, cum for me.” he moans.
“No, no, no, no,” I cry, but even in my tears, I am unable to control myself as I loudly orgasm on his hand. My pussy practically gushes, covering his hand in fluids. I cum so violently that it knocks the strength out of my legs, causing them to wobble. I can nolonger stand on my feet so he let’s me fall to my knees in front of him as I try to catch my breath. He let’s me breath for a few minutes, I’m glad that this is over so I can return to my room. But whatever happens, I will never be the same again, I feel so dirty and betrayed. Will Perry ever forgive me? I’ve been violated by his father. Not that the Bishop and I haven’t done nasty things before, but today I feel dirty and dark. I did not want this, heaven knows I did not want this. With tears flooding down my face, I try to get up and pick my clothes from the floor.
“Stay down Blondie, I’m not done with you just yet.” he says as he loosens his pants and reveals his hard cock
He grabs me by the hair and nudges my head towards his throbbing cock. “Suck it!” he orders me but I begin to squirm and try to weasel out of it.
“No, let me go.” I spit.
“Shut up. I say suck my cock.”
“Please stop, don’t do this.” I cry.
A hard slap lands on my cheek, “open your mouth, you used to beg to suck my cock, you loved sucking me. What has given you the confidence to reject me? How dare you say no to me? I know you are a whore who loves sex and would never say no to a hard cock. Unless you’ve been fucking someone esle. Who have you fucked?” he raises his voice.
“No one, I’ve not fucked anyone. Let me go please, I beg you.” I cry, feeling even more disgusted.
But he does not stop, instead, he pushes his cock against my mouth. I try to block it, holding my lips together with as much strengh as I can, but to no avail. He hold my cheeks and pushes together, the pain is so much that I release my clenched jaw and my mouth is now open. Without wasting time, he pushes his cock into my mouth. With his cock now inside my mouth, little by little, he forces himself into my throat. As I try to resist, my tongue slobber all over his cock head. Within moments, he begins to thrust inside my mouth, pushing his cock all the way down my throat. I gag for a few seconds. He looks down at me, and sees my eyes filled with tears. I have always been a dick enthusiast, I never learned to Pass on a good healthy cock. But not today, right now I am so disgusted, I hate him.
“You look so adorable, even though you look scared. Your mouth is warm and heavenly. Suck that cock. You can do better than that. Your lips looks so sexy locked onto my cock, just where they belong.” he says looking down at me as he glides his cock back and forth in my mouth.
I feel the pressure begin to build inside him. His thrusts become more intense as he rocks his hips back and forth with more power than before. I gag and gag as he continues to fuck my throat vigorously.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” he grunts as he pushes his cock down my throat one more time.
A thick blast of cum shoots down my throat. I gag even louder as my mouth is being filled with his jizz. A thick globe of cum escapes my mouth and rolls down my chin. I cry but my cry is muffled by his cock which is still in my mouth and I gulp loudly, swallowing the loads he deposited in my throat.
“You are so beautiful Blondie, please stop crying.” he says as he strokes my face and wipes my tears.
With a renewed vigor, I start slapping him and hitting his balls. But I don’t think it hurts him much, not enough to put him out of commission. In a reflex he pulls his cock out of my mouth. A thick slob of cum gushes out of my mouth and onto my breast. Fucking disgusting! Like a wild cat, I get up and try to make a run for it. I don’t even know which direction to run to as my eyes are teary and I can’t see clearly, neither do I think he will catch me easily. He rushes after me, grabbing me by the wrist. I slap his hand, trying to break free. Without thinking twice, I scream for help. Next thing I know, he throws a slap across my face and I fall to the floor. It’s as if he suddenly realizes what he has done, he comes down to me and picks me up.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, see what you made me do, your cheeks are bruised. I’m so sorry, forgive me my love. You made me do this, this is your fault.”
He leans in to kiss me but I resist. I don’t know what comes over me, I slap him. Yes, I slap the Bishop. Immediately after that deed is done, I realize that I just made the greatest mistake of my life. I am tempted to apologize to him but I’m still feeling very irritated. I have never seen the fire in the Bishop’s eyes like I see now, his eyes are red with anger, I see murder in his eyes. The slap I gave him infuriates him, he loses control. He grabs my neck and pushes me down unto the floor while his other hand pulls at my pant. I try to wriggle free as I know what is coming.