The Conversion Of Paul by The Misogynist (aka Jake Baker) Paul was an upstanding Christian man who had two daughters. His wife had died last year, and Paul was very horny... err, lonely. But he didn't feel it was right to marry another woman, and for god's sake, he'd never use a whore! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Now, Paul lays strapped down to the floor in the attic. The strange, surprising strong old man looked down at him. His two girls stood trembling side by side near the far wall, still dressed in their catholic school-girl uniforms. The old man stripped Paul naked. Paul shut his eyes, afraid the stranger was going to kill him - but that as the furthest thing from the strangers mind. What the stranger wanted was conversion: a disciple to pass his legacy on to. When Paul was naked, he walked slowly over and turned the younger girl, a blond named Sarah, around, binding their wrists and ankles and leaving her on the floor. Then, he led/dragged the older daughter, a raven haired beauty named Melissa, over to her father. Paul's dick lay small and shriveled in the cold. The old man said in a strangely strong voice, "Why don't you warm your father up, Mellissa?" Melissa didn't at first understand what was being asked of her, but her father was always swift, and caught on right away. "No, please, don't make her do that, anything but that!" Melissa still hadn't caught on, so the old man pushed her down onto her knees. "Warm up your father cock, bitch!" he whispered in her ear. "No, Melissa, don't sin yourself!" cried her father. Melissa's big brown eyes were watering, but she said bravely, "I'll never do anything you ask, pervert!" The old man remained calm and considered a moment. Then he said, "Very well. Paul, you have convinced your filthy daughter not to pleasure you. So, I will have my way with Sarah instead." Melissa and Sarah's eyes went wide when he said this, and Paul screamed "NO!" but they were helpless. The old man strapped Melissa to one of the support beams before squatting down by Sarah. The stranger rolled Sarah onto her side, and pushed her bound legs up towards her middle. This caused her skirt to ride up, revealing her white panties to the old man, who briefly smiled at the teenager's young white creamy skin. As Sarah stared wide eyed at him, he pulled her panties down past her bottom. He rubbed his palms into her asscheeks for a minute, then got out a slender, metal vibrator from one of his deep pockets. When he pressed the buzzing device against her virgin cunny, Sarah began to cry and murmur, "No, daddy, please stop him..." but Paul remained silent, hypnotized by the horrific sight. Mellissa's eyes were closed, and she slumped against the pole she was tied to, breathing raggedly. The old man inserted the vibrator slowly but steadily into the young girl's twat, not paying attention to her winnies of pain and protest. He noted with a finger slid in underneath the dildo that the blond was dry, and her vagina clenched hard against the vibrator. When the metal vibrator was wedged in five inches into her cunt, had broken her cherry, and its head was pressing painfully against her cervix, he stopped pressing it in. He forced her legs under her and turned her face-down, so that her butt stuck up at him, and he had a good view of her vibrator-filled cunt. She could not brace herself in this position, as her hands were cinched together at the small of her back, and she turned her head to place her cheek, rather than her face, against the hard, cold floor. Tears streamed from her eyes. Next, the old man took out and lit a wax candle. He spread her asscheeks with one hand, and moved the flickering flame close to her pussy-lips, but not touching. As Sarah felt the heat from the candle against her pussy, she began to cry harder for her father to rescue her, and squirmed. The old man slapped her left cheek with his hand, and she jerked with the unexpected blow. The blow had been apparently mild, but became red almost instantly. "Be still," the old man said calmly, "or you'll get burnt, girl." But she didn't stop squirming until he moved the candle away. He blew the candle out and moved around in front of the helpless girl. Sarah didn't contemplate what he was going to do to her next; her world was absorbed in the buzzing pain in her over-tender young cunt, but Paul watched on, horrified, as the old man pulled down his pants, revealing a large, semi-erect cock. When fully erect (as his helpless victims were soon to learn) it was 2 inches wide and seven long. Paul looked like he was about to speak, then shut his mouth doggedly. Whatever the old man did, he consoled himself, it would be on his head, not mine. The old man grabbed a handful of Sarah's blond hair with one hand, and with the other started rubbing his member; the catholic girl was forced to have her first look at a full-sized adult cock. She was terrified of it, so terrified that she almost (but not quite) forgot about the pain in her cunt. The old man's cock was as thick as her wrist, and she could see the pulsing veins just below the surface. Short, wiry black hair sprouted from the base of it. And it being no more than 2 inches from her button nose, she smelled it - the most disgusting mix of male-sweat and stinky precum. She gagged a little and shut her eyes. The old man had to smack her to get her to open her eyes, "Look at a man when he's about to cum on you, little slut!" he whispered. He ordered her to open her mouth wide; when she didn't immediately comply, he grasped her jaw with one hand and squeezed until he forced it open. Sarah had never realized an old man could be that strong. At long last, Paul blurted out, "No, please, don't make her suck your penis!" The old man paused, and looked at Paul, still holding the blond's jaw open, "Would you let your other daughter suck your balls and lick your cock until you cum in her mouth?" "No daddy please don't make me!" cried out Melissa. Paul answered the old man with a shake of his head. The old man nodded somberly. "Very well," he said, and set the glens of his cock into Sarah's strained mouth. The little girl whimpered in counterpoint to the vibrator in her cunt and tried to hold her breath. She failed and started breathing shallowly around his cock; she pulled her tongue back into the furthest reaches of her mouth to avoid touching it. The old man said, "Breath heavily on my cock, girl. And lick the tip of it with your tongue. If you do this, I will not fuck you up the ass when I get done with your mouth." Sarah had never even heard of 'being fucked up the ass', but she imagined it was horribly painful and humiliating. As tears welled up in her pretty blue eyes, she did as she was told. The hot breath made the old man's cock quiver as it rhythmically massaged it. Then, her wet tongue touched it and slid up and down it as Sarah choked back her dignity. The old man let her degradation continue for several minutes before allowing himself to sum. He pulled his dickhead out of Sarah's mouth and the cum surged through his dick like a wave; before Sarah had time to think, he had several wads landed on her tongue and lips; a glob of it hit her left eye and she shut it reflexively. The old man laughed modestly when the teenage Sarah let out an anguished mewl of humiliation, spitting out his cum; letting it leak to the floor as he let her head go and it collapsed into the hardwood floor. The vibrator sill buzzed in her pussy. The old man then walked behind Sarah and removed the vibrator. Sarah felt relief flood her a moment before new horror: the old man had sat crossed-legged on the floor and he was pulling her onto his lap. "Oh god no!!!" the girl screamed. Her father, more articulate, murmured, murease, you promised." The old man turned to face him as he drew the struggling Sarah onto his lap and said, "I promised not to rape her ass; I never made such a promise about her pussy!" He pulled the helpless Sarah by her waist onto his lap; his prick became rock-hard. Wanting to easily reach her tits, he ordered her to raise her bound hands above her head; he told her that if she lowered them for any reason, he would rape her in the ass. Then, the old man pushed her panties down around her knees, and lifted up her school-uniform shirt so that her tits were revealed (she was wearing no bra, as her father thought that was too slutty for a good girl.) This done, he deftly inserted his cock into the teens bare pussy, and hauled down on her tits, impaling her on his cock. Sarah let out on horrible shriek of pain, and then her head lolled as she almost lost consciousness. The old man used her tits as handholds to ram the poor girl up and down on his rock-hard shaft. The blond teen grunted in pain each time he came down. The old man smiled behind the mask of her hair - he had raped many a teenaged blond before, but she was still warm and tight. After several minutes of brutally raping Paul's younger daughter, he hauled her off his cock by her tits and tossed her to the floor. She huddles into a ball, closed her eyes and cried. "You monster!", shouted Melissa from her position, bound to the supporting beam. The old man pulled his pants up and stood up. "How could you r-rape my sister! Daddy, do something PLEASE!" The old man looked over at Paul. "Hee hee!" he chortled, "Looks like your Christly father enjoyed the show, girl!" He grabbed her chin and leveled Melissa's head so that it was leveled looking at her father bound naked to the floor. When she saw his prick had grown from small and flabby to large and semi-erect, she cried out, "Daddy! How could you enjoy that? He raped Sarah!" Paul blushed and hid his face as best he could, murmuring, "I - I'm sorry." The old man began untying Melissa. When she was free enough, she lashed out at him and tried to run. She mad it to the trap-door leading into the house and was trying frantically to lift it when the old man walked up behind her calmly and clipped the back of her head with the solid end of a spray-stick. When she fell to the floor, he rolled her with his foot, but the pray-stick five inches from her pretty face and sprayed hot pepper into it. She screamed, rolled over and clawed at her face. Helpless, the dark-haired daughter was dragged over to where her lighter-haired sister still lay sobbing. Sarah had not seen what had happened, she had been too involved with her own crying. The old man lay Melissa down on her back next to her semi-nude sister and slapped her hands away from her face. He picked up Sarah's head by her hair and pressed it down into her sisters. He whispered into her ear, "Lick Melissa's face clean, girl!" Sarah was terrified of having that old man's fat prick shoved into her again, so she stuck out her pink tongue and began licking Melissa's face. The old man made sure Paul was watching, and had a good viewpoint as he forced the man's daughters to come into slimy contact. Sarah had not seen the man spray-pepper Melissa's face, and so was unprepared when her tongue grew hot and painful as she licked it off her sisters face. When she felt it, she drew her head back, her tongue wagging out of her blond head. The old man whacked the back of her head, bringing a cry from her, but she resisted and said, "No, I'm not doing it anymore!" The old man patiently smacked her face. She fell to the floor, sobbing. Seeing it was no more use to get her to lick, he pulled her hands away from her face and gave her a full thirty-seconds spray into the face with the mace. The young teens screams filled the attack as she felt it, like it was eating into her eyes and face. Poor Sarah wanted to reach up and claw her own eyes out, the pain was so bad, but she couldn't because of her bound hands. Paul watched the old man torturing his two daughters, and thought that he should be sick; but he wasn't, in fact, his prick was still hard. By this time, Melissa was beginning to recover. Her eyes still burned red and she could taste the acid in her mouth, but the initial shock was gone. The spots where her sister Sarah had licked her face grew cold. The old man tugged her to her knees by her hair. "C'mon, girlie, lets go over to your father again." Not allowing her to stand [ in the unfinished portion of the story, Paul 'converts' to being a sadistic rapist while being forced to fuck Melissa. He and the old man finish up the night brutalizing his daughters; with the morning light, Paul slowly and painfully snuffs his youngest daughter, then he and the stranger take Melissa with them for entertainment on the long trip to the stranger's cabin.]