What?

"Daddy?!" said Sarah, wide-eyed, as she attempted to cover her naked body. "It's not what you think!" she seemed to say, reflexively, as if to deny that she and I fucked multiple times.

"I've seen the footage," he says, pushing me out of the way as I attempt to stop him. I am pushed into a doorway and reminded that EDP-ness did not make me invulnerable.

He held up his camera showing footage from yesterday. I could hear the volume all the way up and listened to my whispered comment: "I'm going to take you to my basement and **** you over and over again until I get bored of you," amidst Sarah's sobs. She seems to react to that horrible comment I made, reverting in on herself as the blanket falls and her breasts are exposed.

He gets closer and whispers his own horribleness to her. "A defiled woman like this. My own daughter. You're dead to me. I will not mourn you." - these are just some of the comments I can hear, amidst others as I approach him.

"Chill out, man..." I ask, before he slaps me away again. But, before I'm able to fight back, another is in my place.

Jana Sheridan leaps into the room, onto his back, and drags him to the floor. Her naked body puts him into a judo hold, and he attempts to punch her off, but she avoids most blows, as she places him into a chokehold. He passes out, as a crowd of naked beauties and myself observe around him.

Reverend Rundle is handcuffed to a kitchen chair, both with Jana's own set and a couple fuzzy sets my mom apparently bought. His head has been placed in a bag, as I stand out of sight and discuss this with Jana and the girls.

"Attacking an EDP is a capital offense in the state of California. My superiors have said I should handle this. Quietly."

"No," I said, discounting her made-up nonsense. "He's just protecting his daughter. Who I ****."

"You had every right to..." I glared at her enough to shut her up.

"Put some clothes on. A turtleneck." I was annoyed by the bruise marks I had inflicted onto Jana, who just turned around and marched away. I was scared she might do something further.

My mom walked past the retreating Jana and handed me a pair of pants. "Thanks," I said, as she nuzzled with me while I put them on.

"What are you going to do?"

"Figure out what the fuck is going on, and then let him go." Rundle was no threat to me, I figured, but I was concerned about Sarah. "How's Sarah?"

"She's not responding to me or Cindy. We tried eating her out. Finger fucking her. Nothing." She held up her fingers to my nose as if I needed proof of the activities. I avoided the familiar smell and looked on.

"Wash your hands, get dressed, and help me talk with this guy. Bring Martha. Make sure she's not naked either."

Mom nodded and went off as I pulled up a chair, glancing at my phone and all the info from the Evergreen Church website.

Ashley finishes a silent blowjob, and I tap her ass and send her away. I look at Mom and Martha in the doorway and nod them in. I take off the hood and he glares at me, a black eye and bloody nose from his altercation with Jana.

"You have alot of whores, boy. I can hear them. Smell them." His voice is full of vitriol, curiously.

"I need them," I said. "To survive."

"Yeah, that's all well and good. Fornicate with your grandmother, for all I care. But you didn't need Sarah." A tear fell down his cheek.

"I thought she was dead to you. You sent her back into shock."

"It's a spell. She has those. But it doesn't matter now. You defiled her. A good girl would've prevented her from falling into your clutches, but he had other plans. Now she's forever tainted. Filled with your festering seed, like all the other harlots in this room and without." He spit on the ground. "Let me out, or kill me, it's what you lot do, but I will not have anymore of this debauchery."

I ignored his words, "Martha Davis here is a woman of faith. A pastor at the Episcopalian Church. I ****-fucked her, but that doesn't change her religious obligations." She uneasily nodded at my command.

"Ha," he smiled, blood staining his teeth. "An Episcopalian is no better than a Catholic, who are all Satanists by the way. I'd rather listen to an Atheist's opinion." She looked uncomfortable as he looked her up and down. "Not bad, though, for a woman of the cloth."

"If I had her give you a blowjob, would that defile you?"

"God wouldn't allow that. But, no, it would not. I would not cum." He seemed certain of this.

"Your daughter didn't cum," I said, ignoring last night and early this morning, "when I fucked her in school. I **** her and impregnated her against her will. That's what I needed. But she, and all these women, are slaves to my desires. Nothing more. They can't be held responsible." I was trying to adjust my behavior.

"I'll give you back Sarah, if you can make her talk again. React again. She's not coming out of it."

He seemed to falter. "No. She's a whore. Her mother, I, the Church. We can not allow her to taint our faith. The minute you poked your dick inside her, is the minute you robbed her from me forever. I do not fault you, boy, it is what your kind does. But Sarah, poor Sarah, has been cursed by God. It's out of my hands. Now let me loose or leave me be. I've enough of this piddling display."

I give an unspoken command to Martha, who gets on her knees in front of the Reverend. He does not struggle as she unzips his pants, and reaches in, pulling out his very, very large cock. She looks at me in fear, but I just tell her to "Go on." The cock is unerect as Martha attempts to suck it, to get a reaction so she can blow him.

No reaction. He smiles as he looks at me. "God will not let me cheat on my wife. To be a dishonest man. I will be delivered, and your efforts here are in vain." He was so sure of his faith, that I was beginning to be a true believer. Martha tried and tried to excite him, but to no avail. My mother got on her knees to assist, fondling his balls, pulling him off to stick a finger in his ass. Nothing.

An hour later, we watched as he finally grew erect thanks to some blue pills that Jana's husband had delivered. "Fuck him," I say, to Erin, as he lies tied down on the floor of the basement. My personal fucktoy is inserting her second-ever dick and he looks at me. "No matter how many teenagers you bring in here, it won't work, boy. I have faith."

Erin cums herself, but Reverend Rundle does not. Ashley mounts him, backwards, and makes out with Erin as she treats his appendage like a Sybian. She cums as well. And so does Jana, to her husband Doug's disbelief. "I don't understand," he says. "She always gets me to cum. And she rarely cums."

"He has faith," I said, as I wave off the rest of the girls. No way this guy is fucking anymore of my ladies.

"You don't get it," he says, laughing. "I am a man of God. I will not defile my body."

"You just fucked five women," I said, counting the blowjob from my mother and Martha. "That's way worse than any of my activities with Sarah."

"God will make you a fool," he said, as I noticed his erection folding down with a frown.

Then I got a realization. "Doug," I said to Jana's husband. He looked at me. "Take off your pants."

I sat in the kitchen with an apple and a smile. The cops came in and led a shameful looking Reverend Rundle away for "preventing an Erection Dependent from ejaculation," not quite a capital offense, but not a misdemeanor either. We had gotten him to cum, and I had the footage to publish and show his daughter that he was no longer a man of God, in his own opinion, and she did not have to worry about her status in his eyes anymore.

Miss Greene came down in all her glory with a smile. "She's talking again," she said, after however many hours of sapphic sex with her own student. I nodded and tapped under the table, where Janice emerged with cum in her mouth. "Bring her downstairs," I said to Janice. "I have a proposition for Sarah, that will make everything right."