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Once the doctor left with the boys, headed out to school, Sonny and the older boys left with ice for the jail, and the governor and Abe took off for Raleigh, the house was suddenly deathly quiet. All of the men noticed it as they returned to the kitchen for one more cup of coffee.

"I sure hope the governor and Abe will be careful" the sheriff said. "There's no question this is a dangerous trip. Those assholes play for keeps."

"Hear, hear" William said. "Eamon, that was very interesting information about David wanting to father a child. I don't know the boy well, but I was absolutely impressed with him at the lake. The way he handled that scared, young Alex was masterful."

"He has that kind of way with people" the sheriff said. "I support the idea of lettin' David knock up the prophetess one hundred per cent. Then he can raise the child. That bitch is unfit to breathe, much less to raise a young'un. If those cells in my basement are as sturdy as Eamon says, I don't see why we couldn't keep her there until she has the baby. The rest of the world thinks she's dead."

"I was thinking that it might be a good idea to bring Judith there too while we wait for her to give birth" William said. "I know it's caused the warden a great deal of expense providing around the clock guards for her. There's no reason one guard couldn't watch both of those women."

"Don't forget that the mayor's wife is there too" Arnold said. "In my limited interactions with her, I don't think she's a threat to find a way to get rid of her baby, but it would be easy enough to be sure. She is ready to sign away all rights to the kid she's carrying. Her mother and father have her two younger daughters and they've agreed to let her come home once she gives birth. But they laid down the law that she cannot bring another newborn. She's good with that. That worthless fuck of a mayor has no business with a child."

"I believe I can see to the mayor" the sheriff said. "I've got a feelin' he might just do himself in before that baby's born. Especially with a little help. That fiancé of his has had her funds cut off from her ex-husband now that we dug up all the cash at Preacher Smith's place. She loves to spend so she's gonna have to pressure Mayor Dykes to manage to take a little more from the city coffers. When the time is right, we'll pounce on those assholes. I don't think that bitch wife will have any interest at all in takin' care of a newborn, particularly if it's somebody else's."

"So will we take him here and just build a newborn nursery in this house?" Arnold asked.

"You heard the doctor" the sheriff said. "He said he'd love a house full of boys. He may have his hands fuller than he ever expected."

"You know, I wouldn't mind giving Arnold Junior a little brother" Arnold said. "I missed so much of my son's childhood, letting my bitch wife run things and have all the say. I regret that and I wouldn't mind another shot at fatherhood. As a matter of fact, I think I might just enjoy it so count me in on that if I'm needed."

"Does that mean you're ready to go on the hunt for some pussy so you can father another child?" Randy asked.

"Oh hell fucking no!" Arnold said. "I think I'm done with pussy, maybe for the rest of my life. I'm completely satisfied living in this houseful of men with dicks available of all ages anytime I want one. I've never been happier. Why would I want some nasty pussy around to spoil things?"

I'll ask the doctor to get Mr. House over here to renovate a room to use as a nursery then" the sheriff said. "I find it kind of exciting that you guys will be raising babies with no womenfolk around. I think you'll all do very well."

"Maybe you need to chase some puss and put a baby in it for yourself, sheriff" Eamon said.

"I don't see that happenin, warden" the sheriff said. I was never much of a puss chaser, to be honest. Even in my younger days. I seem to have had really bad luck in even choosin' women to pass a little time with of late. First I took that Nellie out for a while. She turned out to be one hundred percent trash cunt. She fucked the colonel, got herself knocked up and then blamed it on my deputy so her uncle wouldn't know she was just a little slut. Then I spent time with Dopie and the boys' teacher. I don't think she's quite as bad as the lady pharmacist but I hear she was pretty much an ass at my birthday party. She was hangin' with that Barrow fellow and now she's hangin' out with the mayor and his wife. And I hear she visits the mayor's wife every week and brings candy and fruit and pies and cookies and stuff for her friend and Mrs. Bedford and my cunty aunt. I just don't know how to pick `em, I tell you. So no puss for me, thank you very much."

"Let's face it" William said. "I can't speak for you guys, but I've never been happier than I am right now, living in a family of men. You guys are as good a friends as I could want. We manage to provide each other with everything we need and we're spending time with our precious sons, teaching them the things they need to learn. I have no complaints about my life and I'm good if I never see another puss."

"I'm in that club too" Arnold said. "My ex-cuntwife is apparently shacked up with them Satterfield boys who are cops over in Mount Pilot. I can live without that shit."

"I hear you boys" Eamon said. "I'm still married but the wife is in New York City. We rarely see each other and that's fine with me. I haven't wanted to hit that snatch in years and I believe she has another woman in her bed. We had some wild times but I always felt like she preferred being a muff muncher to taking a dick. That suits me just fine. I always found that shit a little bit nasty. But I'd love your thoughts on how we can help young David impregnate that bitch and totally humiliate her and her husband."

The men poured another cup of coffee and strategized before heading out for the day. The sheriff and Eamon headed for the jail while Arnold and William headed for the office to see what else Mr. Vague might have turned up. They all agreed to meet at the quarters and to bring a couple of friends with them. When Eamon and the sheriff arrived at the jail, the doctor was there, instructing the men from Weaver's on where to put the brand new television set. Randy thanked him for handling that and the men went about their work.

Eamon handed David the tray loaded with eggs Benedict and bagels and David was amazed. Eamon took the boy to the back room and, after kissing him, told him about the conversation the men had earlier and how they would all support him if he wanted to impregnate the prophetess and then raise the baby as his own. David was thrilled beyond words but knew he could not let on to the prophet that anything was going on.

David returned and served the prophet and Mikayla Hunt the eggs. The prophet didn't even bother to say `thank you' but Mikayla was effusive in her praise of the food. The sheriff, who had been observing the setup of the television walked over to the cells and sniffed the air.

"What the fuck are you servin' these assholes, boy?" he asked David.

"Sheriff, the prophet really likes his eggs done a certain way so I asked the diner if they might prepare them in that manner. They were able to do so."

"The eggs are absolutely delicious" Mikayla said in her most feminine voice.

"They're okay" the prophet said. "I've had better. The chef on my ranch is one of the best in the country. I can't wait to get out of this shithole state and get home to the finer things I enjoy."

"Deputy, if I catch you goin' out of your way to coddle prisoners again, I will kick you the fuck out of here" Randy said grumpily. "If you think your job is to pander to these prisoners I'll let you go right now. You can get your things and just get the fuck out."

"No, sir, I understand" David said politely. "I assure you it will not happen again. I do have a problem I need to tell you about though. Sheriff Joe died during the night. I was asleep in the back when it happened. I came in with Eamon and we found he had tumbled off his cot and died. I think it may have been a heart attack or possibly a brain aneurysm."

"I'm sure that it was a heart attack " the prophet said. "I told the fat fuck his appetite was going to kill him but he never fucking listened. The fat bastard ate everything in sight and now he's paid for it."

"Did you not hear anything?" the sheriff asked the other prisoner.

"No, sir, I heard nothing" Mikayla said meekly. "I was sound asleep and didn't wake up until the deputy found the man. I know nothing about it. Poor man."

"Where the hell is the body?" the sheriff asked. "I don't see a trace of him and with all that lard, he has to be somewhere."

"Sheriff, I must object to the blatant disrespect with which you speak of a long time friend and employee of mine" the prophet said haughtily. "He was a treasured friend and my wife and I will mourn him greatly. He was my top man and it will be nearly impossible to replace him. I would like to lodge a formal protest against you for being blatantly disrespectful and unchristian in every way."

"Go fuck yourself!" Randy spat at the prophet.

"The body is in the back room, sheriff" David said as he led the sheriff toward the rear of the building.

"Doctor, would you join us, please?" Randy asked. "This whole thing doesn't feel right to me and I'd like for you to examine the body."

When the three men got to the back room, they could barely suppress giggles at how fully the prophet was buying the good/bad cop routine. David rearranged the dead body so that Randy could see the branded `p' on the sheriff's buttock. They then headed back out to the front part of the building. The prophet had been sitting on his cot playing with his hard cock which he had slipped out through the leg of the white boxer shorts. He was enjoying the fact Mikayla was watching him play with his dick as she licked her lips. He quickly concealed his cock when he heard the men coming back.

"We will be getting an autopsy on Sheriff Joe's body but the doctor had a couple of unusual preliminary findings" the sheriff said.

"Yes indeed" the doctor said. "First of all there were indications he might have been strangled, based on findings in his eyes. There appeared to be burst blood vessels in his eyeballs which are not usually found in a body of a person who died under natural circumstances. Secondly, there is a `p' branded on his behind. Do you have any explanation for either of those things?

"Absolutely none, but I don't appreciate your accusatory tone, sir" the prophet said, standing and moving to the bars, his erection still tenting the front of his boxer shorts.

"My question for you would be why you were examining an expired man's backside" the prophet said. . "I will admit I am somewhat surprised at the young deputy for not having replaced Sheriff Joe's undergarments. That is very disrespectful, David. Are all of you such perverts that you were checking out the sheriff's butthole? That is a very thing that faggots are known for doing. I certainly hope none of you desecrated his body by sticking your hard dicks into his defenseless body. I am finding this place to be exceedingly perverse and becoming more so by the minute. Can you explain these things, David?"

"I don't like you calling my deputy by his first name, prophet" the sheriff said. "There is certainly nothing wrong with a doctor examining the body of a man who died under unusual circumstances in my jail and I will not stand for your rude behavior and aspersions on a fine man like the doctor. The truth is that I don't even like having a vile creature like you in my jail and the sooner you are gone the better. Your presence has disrupted things around here. I never imagined having snipers on the roof to prevent an escape as well as to prevent vigilantes from coming in for the purpose of accomplishing your escape or harming you. We were a peaceful little town until you and your fuckin' thugs showed up."

"Then get me the fuck out of this godforsaken shithole" the prophet said. "I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here! Either bring my wife to me or take me to her! I demand it!"

"You don't get to demand a goddamned thing!" the sheriff shouted. "You seem to forget that you are the fucking prisoner and I am the sheriff! You better get it straight or I will keep you in this cell forever and you'll never lay eyes on that dirty cunt you call a wife again. Don't forget that I was at that airfield with Mr. Yates and I know how you tried to abscond with his precious son."

"Sheriff, please don't let this man upset you" David urged quietly. "You were deprived of hours with your only son this weekend because of this man. You had to return here early to do your duty while your son and your friends stayed at the lake. Why don't you think about maybe picking up your son after school and taking him fishing or doing something fun? You work far too hard. I promise you that I can handle transferring this prisoner without any problem. You hired me to be your deputy and I want to be a help, not a hindrance. Please consider doing that."

"The deputy is right, Randy" the doctor said. "You have had a lot of stress and you should have some one on one time with your son. I think David's idea is excellent. He can take care of the transfer. He can keep the man cuffed and keep a spreader bar on his ankles. He can keep a rifle on the guy at all times. And I can start now getting the sheriff's body ready to send for autopsy. Let us help you. It's what we're here for."

"But that means Dopie will miss the afternoon study session" the sheriff said.

"The boy can miss a session" the doctor said. "It's far more important that he get some time with his father. Boys just beginning puberty need as much time as possible with their fathers. It would be great for both of you."

"Well, I suppose you're right" the sheriff said. "I'd love some time with Dopie and I need to learn to trust my deputy. That ain't a luxury I've had before with that fuckin' idiot deputy and I have to learn to delegate responsibilities. I'm sorry if I seemed cross with you, David. I'll plan on takin' the afternoon and evenin' off and you can handle the transfer."

"Thank you for trusting me, sheriff" David said as he winked at the prophet conspiratorially. "You won't regret this. As a matter of fact, I think I might run over to the destination for the transfer to make sure things are in order. I will be back here in plenty of time for you to get Dopie from school."

"Thank you, deputy and I apologize for being short with you" Randy said. "I know you are capable and I will learn to trust you. Doctor, why don't we get some of that ice off of that body and get it ready for the undertakers to come and pick it up. They should be here shortly."

Once Randy and the doctor were in the back room, David went to the prophet's cell.

"Sir, I know dealing with that backwater asshole sheriff is frustrating, but it is essential you try not to irritate him. It won't be much longer" David said. "But that evil-tempered son of a bitch could cancel your transfer in an instant and decide to send you straight on up to Statesville. That would mean we can't implement our escape plan for you and your wife and all would be lost. I did as you asked and phoned Sheriff Joe's widow" the boy lied. "She didn't sound as upset as I thought she might but she said that your remaining disciples are on their way here from Arizona to rescue you. I told her the directions to where your wife is being held and she said it was possible they could make it to Gayberry even before you are transferred. All that is required is patience. Please don't let that asshole disturb you, as hard as it may be."

"I'll manage, son" the prophet said. "Nothing irritates me like stupidity. I'll try to keep my mouth shut. It's kind of fun sitting here flirting with that whore in the other cell. I think she'd like to fuck me. Every time I flash my cock for her, she giggles and pulls her skirt up a little bit. She's got very nice, smooth legs and she's already showed me some thigh. I bet she'll show me her pussy before I leave this place."

"Enjoy yourself, prophet" David said. "You've had far too little enjoyment of late and you deserve every second of pleasure you can get."

"Indeed" the prophet said. "My path is difficult but I know the reward at the end will be great. If you are going to see Miriam, please tell her that I can almost smell her fragrance. Please ask her to comb out her beautiful long hair. It is so long, it covers her beautiful breasts. I can hardly wait to see my beautiful prophetess, to take her in my arms, to kiss her and to plant my heir in her belly. Please tell her that for me."

"Inded I shall, prophet" David said. "You can count on me."

"I know I can, son" the prophet said. "I know that I can."

As soon as David was gone, the sheriff and the doctor returned to the front of the building.

"Warren" the sheriff said. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Actually I'm not afraid at all. I'm glad to tell you that we'll be filing first degree murder charges against you in the death of Sheriff Joe. We'll have to wait for the autopsy before doing so but we are confident what the autopsy will show. You strangled that man."

"Screw you" the prophet said dismissively. "I'll be long gone before you ever get your fucking autopsy reports and I'll be back in Arizona where nobody can touch me. You idiots have no idea of my strong organization and you will be very surprised at what I will accomplish. It's all pre-ordained by Jehovah. You can't stop it. No one can. Now where are my undergarments? David said they were being washed for me. It is unacceptable forcing me to be here uncovered in front of you men and even that whore. I demand my undergarments."

"I don't know a fuckin' thing about no special underwear" the sheriff said. You'll have to ask the deputy when he gets back."

"I'll do exactly that" the prophet said. "Man, the people in this town must be really stupid to elect a lumbering oaf like you as sheriff instead of that handsome, smart young deputy."

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you got a crush on my young deputy, Warren" the sheriff said with a laugh. "Are you sweet on that boy? Are you wantin' to stick your pecker in that handsome deputy of mine, Mister prophet? I hear you're out there preachin' against any homosexual acts all the time, sayin' Jehovah don't approve of that queer shit. Why I've heard that you don't even allow your flock to get or give blow jobs and butt sex is strictly off limits. Just old fashioned missionary fuckin' like the good book says. Ain't that right, prophet?"

"To a degree" the prophet answered stonily. "Sexual relations are for the purpose of procreation. Any deviant act which does not achieve that end is considered a sin. That would certainly include fellatio, sodomy, cunnilingus or any act which is not performed for the purpose of creating more little tiny babies for us all to love."

"For us all to love or for you to fuck, prophet?" the sheriff asked. "I don't know all them big words you just used but I can pretty much guess they mean stuff like eatin' pussy, suckin' cock. Buttfuckin' and things like that? Would I be right."

"You are truly a crude excuse for a human" the prophet said.

"Do you have one of them fancy words for stickin' your dick in babies when they don't want it?" the sheriff asked. "What do you call havin' your own wife hold down a young girl who ain't even grown no hair on that little cunny while you stick it inside her? What's your fancy word for that?"

"You are an uncouth heathen" the prophet said. "You have no idea who I am or what I will become. You have not even a clue. You and the other heathens will see my greatness in time. I do what I am commanded to do by the Jehovah and have special revelations given only to prophets. You will understand but by the time you do it will be too late for salvation."

"Your salvation is bullshit!" the sheriff said. "You are completely out of touch with reality. You think you have three disciples in the area coming to save and avenge you? Wrong. One is dead and the other two are held captive along with your trashy, horny cunt of a wife. You think you have a whole squad of disciples on their way from Arizona to save you? Wrong. They have boarded themselves up in a building on your compound, the whole thing surrounded by armed ABI agents in a standoff which is doomed to blow sky high sooner or later. You think you're going to breed your bitch that you've injected with fertility drugs. Wrong. Your little peter will not get anywhere close to that swollen, stinky cunt and I'll see to that. The truth is that you are dead. Your wife is dead. And sheriff Joe has been dead since that night on the airfield. You know you were taken off that plane and whisked away. The world has seen that plane take off and then explode in midair in a horrible, fiery crash. That plane is now at the fuckin' bottom of Lake Lure and the world thinks you three assholes are in it! You will be declared dead in a matter of hours by a special order of the governor. You and your wife died, leaving everything, absolutely everything to each other. That means, since you both perished at the same time, everything – absolutely everything – will go to her only son and heir, Alex Yates. You have fucked up and you've met your match. No one is looking for you. No one is coming to rescue you."

"You vile asshole bastard!" the prophet shouted. "You lying ratfaced prick! You're so full of fucking lies! I don't want to hear any more at all."

"You are quite the holy warrior, aren't you?" the sheriff asked. "I wonder if all the prophets had sewer mouths like that nasty one of yours."

"And you're quite the spreader of shit, aren't you?" the prophet asked sarcastically. "I've had quite enough of this conversation. The information I have received comes from a higher source than you can even imagine. I have complete confidence that you are a bullshit-spewing fool. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'd like a nap before I get to be reunited with my beloved."

As the prophet and Randy were having their shouting match, David and Eamon arrived at the quarters after stopping off for some early lunch.

"Looks like you got the green light to become a pappy"Eamon teased the boy. "You should be really excited about that."

"I am" David said. "More than you can imagine. But I really don't know that I can pull it off. I just really can't get excited about the idea of even getting close to a pussy."

"Don't worry about that, kiddo" Eamon said. "I'll be there every step of the way to help you out. Did it turn you on when we had sex?"

"You know it did" David said. "I was as turned on as I've ever been."

"Then don't sweat it" Eamon said. "Close your eyes and think about something that gets you hard if you need to. I'll be right with you and you can grab my cock or I'll get down on your dick and you can stick it in her. It won't be any big deal. I promise. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do" David said.

"Then stop worrying" Eamon said. "Just enjoy the process of humiliating these assholes and teaching them a lesson in accountability. We might even do a practice run when it's just us this afternoon. She's bound to be fertile as hell for the next twenty four hours. I bet she'll be begging for it."

"Will you just promise me that if I can't get it up and do the job, you'll plant a baby in her?"David asked. "I was truthful when I said I didn't care whose sperm made the baby. Will you do that?"

"Of course I will, son" Eamon said. "This black meat may not be as young as yours but it ain't never let me down yet and I don't plan to let it start now. Trust that beautiful pecker of yours. It'll get the job done when you need it."

Once they arrived at the quarters, they found things noisy. The male prisoners were raising hell about the fact that the prophetess never shut her mouth, always begging for someone to give her relief from her itchy puss. Thor was screaming for someone to release the clip to empty his bladder. P.T. was berating Mark and Luke for working for the prophet, which seemed to have been going on for some time. David first undid young Charlie from the wall and went ahead and removed his leather cuffs and the attached chains. The boy thanked him and asked if he was to start with bathing all the others.

"Yes, Charlie, this is kind of a special day" David said. "The warden and I brought sandwiches for everyone and a bag of chips as well. We even brought sodas so I think that will be a treat. Why don't you have yours first. Take your time and enjoy it. We're not in a rush today."

"Thank you, deputy" Charlie said. Those new boys and Mr. Sligh have been going at it. Apparently those boys work for a guy that Mr. Sligh really hates. Something about breeding slaves but I haven't heard all they've said."

"Yeah, seems like the guy they worked for made a deal with Mr. Sligh to start breeding dark skinned slaves to use in this country. Then the prophet got skittish about having so many more dark people in this country and started exterminating them, including the ones Mr. Sligh had brought in as breeders. It's complicated."

"So where is the prophet?" Charlie asked.

"He'll be here later" David said. "He's a real piece of work and he thinks he's being brought here to breed that woman over there. That's his wife and they've got her all pumped full of fertility drugs because the prophet doesn't have any children and he wants to put an heir in her belly."

"I'll be honest with you" Charlie said. "I never saw a naked woman before except like in magazines and movies but I don't get it. It just looks kind of nasty to me. The Smith brothers and Mr. Sligh have all been bragging about how much they love pussy and how much pussy they've gotten. Those two disciple boys joined in a little but not as much. Are we going to get to watch the prophet have sex with her?"

"Would you like to see that, Charlie?" David asked.

"Yes, I would" Charlie answered. "While just seeing her naked looks kind of nasty, I get hard thinking about seeing somebody get their dicks hard and putting them in her. I hope I get to watch. Sorry I'm getting hard right now. I just can't help it."

"That's okay, Charlie" the warden said. "It's a natural reaction to get hard thinking about fucking. Just enjoy it. David and I won't judge you. That's a nice sized cock you got there kid. And a very nice bush. Your chest hardly has ay hair at all, but you're already getting some nice black fur around your nipples. I don't mean to upset you but you're going to be real popular when you get up to Statesville. You'll find somebody to protect you but the cost is high. You'll have to do exactly as they tell you to. You'll likely be made to wear makeup and girl's panties. Whoever gets you will use your cute little young ass for his own pleasure and will trade you for cigarettes and sodas and other things. I hope you'll find somebody halfway decent to look after you."

"I know it ain't gonna be pretty" Charlie said. "Them Smith brothers and Mr. Sligh laugh when nobody else is here about how my ass is gonna get used in that prison. They think it's funny how they say I'll be takin' dicks in my mouth and in my hole mornin', noon and night. My own paw used to tell `em to shut up but now he just laughs with them. I just gotta learn to accept what happens. I did wrong and I know I did."

"I like that you've accepted responsibility for your actions, young man" the warden said. "You're pretty hard and you've really got a nice pair of nipples on you."

The warden began to rub the handsome young man's nipples which were now hard and jutting out from his almost hairless chest.

"Thank you, warden" Charlie said, blushing. When you touched my nipples, that felt really good."

"You mind if I show you how good my tongue can feel, kid?" Eamon asked.

"No, sir" Charlie answered. As a matter of fact I'd really like to feel that."

As Eamon began to lick the boy's hard brown nipples, his cock got harder, attracting his father's attention.

"Hey, all of you look at my son" Charles Print said, calling attention to his son. "I told y'all he was a faggot all this time. He always bellyached about how he didn't want to suck a cock or get it in his hole or any of that stuff but he's a fucking little liar. He likes having that nigger's tongue on his chest. Look at that dick getting hard. I told every one of you the kid is a pussy. We should've cut him the first night like I voted but all of you fucked me over. He's the little bastard that refused to shoot that kid and the one whose asshole I had to stick a rifle in to get him out of the car at that nigger school. I think he probably caused our car to hit that ditch so we'd get caught. He's a little pussy. He's not a man."

"You're really dripping, kid" Eamon told Charlie as his hard cock was leaking copious amounts of clear boy nectar.

"I'm sorry, sir" Charlie said. "I don't mean to. It just happens."

"Of course it does, boy, and there's nothing to apologize for" Eamon said. "It's a natural thing for a young boy like you to be hard all the time and dripping his juices and beating his meat. You actually don't seem like you belong in here with these hardened criminals"

"I belong here, warden" Charlie said. "And it ain't really bad being here. As a matter of fact, I reckon I like it here about as well as I've ever liked living anywhere. The sheriff and Mr. William and now you and the deputy have always been nice to me and I can't complain. My own paw and all the other wanted me cut but you can see I haven't really been touched. And the truth is that I really do like sucking cock. My dad would slit my throat if he heard me say it but it's the truth. All those men he had me with always liked a boy to fight back when they were fucking me. Paw always told me to put up a fight even if it meant getting beat up a little."

"Wait a minute, Charlie" the warden said as the deputy started to listen more carefully. "Are you telling us that your daddy pimped you out?"

"I guess you could say that but daddy doesn't like that word" Charlie said. "The clerk used it one time and dad hit him upside the head. But I guess it's accurate. Dad said it was like free money even though the hotel seemed to be doing all right. But after mama was gone, he started letting men pay to spend time with me."

"Did he do the same thing to your mama when she was there?" David asked.

"Yes, sir" Charlie answered. "Mama had a real unhappy life. As long as I can remember, dad made her go to the hotel with him every day and he had a special room for her. He'd keep me with him while she worked. Men would go in and out of her room all day and into the night. Sometimes we'd go home and mama would cook us dinner and feed us and then he'd make her go back down to the hotel. I didn't know what was going on till I got older. Sometimes when he didn't make her go back to the hotel at night, she'd come in my room without him knowing. She used to promise me she'd find some way to get us out of there. Then right before she died, she told me it wouldn't be long. She made me swear not to tell my dad, but she said she'd met a man who was going to take us both far away from there. That was the night before I woke up in an empty house. I went looking for my mother but what I was found was my paw out in the back by the old shed, burying my mother and another man I didn't know. I reckon it was the man she'd planned to run off with. He was furious that I found him and threatened to kill me if I ever said a word. I was just a boy and I knew he'd follow through. I wanted to tell someone. I was in the first or second grade then and I knew nobody would believe what a boy said over a grown man like his paw. It wasn't long after that I remember being at the hotel after school. I may have been in the second grade and dad would make me walk straight to the hotel after school and sit there quiet until time to go home. A man came in and started talking about how cute I was. They talked for a while and I thought he was a nice man. Then dad told me to go to the room where mama used to work with the man. It turned out he wasn't so nice. That's when dad discovered he could use me like he did my mama. He told me if I ever told a soul that I'd be as dead as my mama and her boyfriend.

"Charlie, why didn't you ever tell anybody?" David asked.

"Cause I was scared to death of him" Charlie answered. "He made sure I knew he'd kill me if I talked. That's when he started taking out his pistol. He'd call me to his bedroom and make me drop my pants. I knew what was coming and I figured every time would be the last. He'd bend me over his bed and finger me a little, then take his pistol and put it inside me. It didn't hurt as much as having a man up there, especially if they were big. As a matter of fact, crazy as it sounds, sometimes my little willy would get hard feeling the cool metal of the gun slide inside me. I remember the first time he saw that I was getting hard from doing that and he decided he might as well have some fun of his own. He kept shouting at me how he wasn't a faggot but if the boypussy was right there under his roof, he might as well use it. So he rented me out ever afternoon after school if he had somebody to pay. That's how him and Mr. Barrow became friends. Then later it was the preacher Smith, who brought his brother. Sometimes they'd get a regular room at the hotel and have a party and several times they came to our house and partied. That went on until I started sprouting hair. Seems most of the men wanted a smooth boy and once they started getting hair, the men lost interest. That wasn't true of Preacher Smith. He seemed to like stroking my pubes when I started growing `em. But most of the others who'd been paying for it just seemed to stop coming around. That's when dad put me to cleaning every day. He expected me to keep the place spotless. He said I was cheap labor and talked about how I wasn't good for anything but cleaning and getting fucked."

"Charlie, why didn't you tell anybody?" the warden asked.

"Because I knew he'd kill me just like he killed my mama" the boy answered. "Sometimes the sheriff would come by the hotel just to see how things were. Him and my paw always seemed friendly and my dad bragged about how the sheriff was one of his best friends and how he'd never let anything bad happen to him. Sometimes I thought about running over and telling him. But it was like my daddy sensed what I was thinking. After the sheriff would leave to continue his rounds, my dad would tell me what good friends they were and how the sheriff knew all about what was going on. Why, my dad told me the sheriff had a son of his own that he rented out. I didn't know any better. I know better now. Sheriff Randy is a good man and he'd never do that to his own boy. But I didn't know it then. But I better get to cleaning those men. I know the sheriff expects me to keep things clean here and I never want to let him down."

"At least take the time to finish your lunch, Charlie" David said. "Then you can get on with that."

"Yes, sir" Charlie responded as the prophetess began again to demand that someone pay attention to her.

"We've got to let the sheriff know about Charlie" David said. "He's as much a victim as anybody in all of this. It's a wonder the boy survived."

"We will and we'll get the boy out of here today" the warden said. "If nothing else, I can take him into protective custody till things are sorted out, but we will make sure he's safe."

As Charlie finished is lunch, David walked over to the altar table where the prophetess was tied on her back, her wrists and ankles secured to heavy steel rings on the floor.

"Prophetess, how are you?" David asked. "I know this has been uncomfortable but it won't be much longer until the prophet comes and we'll get you both out of here."

"Thank almighty Jehovah!" she said. "I can't take much more but knowing that my prophet will be here soon will keep me going. David, I feel like there are a million fire ants crawling all over my cunt. I can feel the pulsing. It's like nothing I've ever felt before."

"It's preparing you to receive the seed of the prophet" David said. "I did some reading and everything is as to be expected. The additional lubrication in your vagina will speed the prophet's sperm to their target. You'll have his heir inside you before you know what's happened. I'm sure his seed is potent, praise Jehovah!"

"Yes, David, I understand that, but I can't stand it. I need just a finger or something. It itches like nothing I've ever felt. Just a finger, please, dear boy."

During the conversation, the warden had walked over.

"The deputy is very committed to acting in the manner the prophet wishes him to act, dear lady" Eamon said."I understand that you are in distress. Even though David is committed to the prophet, I am not. And I have five very long, very thick fingers on each of my hands."

Eamon put his big hand near Miriam's face, showing his long, strong fingers. He moved them very close to her face and she opened her mouth. Eamon inserted his index finger as she began to suck it all the way into her mouth, gagging slightly as it teased her uvula. He then inserted a second finger which she sucked in greedily as she whimpered quietly.

"You like those thick black fingers?" he asked her.

Her mouth was full but she grunted her approval as she began to attempt to thrust upward with her pelvis as if imagining the fingers were entering another part of her body. With his other hand, he grabbed one of her nipples and tweaked it. It was if a jolt of electricity went through her body as the man teased the big brown nipple.

"Oh goddamn!" she cried. "Please don't stop! Please!"

"You are a responsive bitch, aren't you!" the warden said as she continued to attempt upward movements with her pelvis.

"You are one hot bitch ready to be fucked, aren't you?" Eamon asked.

"Uumph" she responded, her mouth still stuffed with the warden's thick fingers. He then took his hand and, after brushing both hard nipples, gently stroked down her abdomen, his fingers coming to rest just above her thick pubic push. He began to gently rub the very top of the hairline and she began to thrust her pelvis up energetically. Her legs were now spread as far as humanly possible, her large clitoris peeking out of the thick pubic thatch and pulsing like a cock. The warden began to inch his fingers into the upper edges of her dark, lush bush, moving excruciating slowly. Miriam was now sure she was going to get her aching, itching clitoris rubbed as the thick fingers moved closer and closer.

The prophetess was now hunching wildly and gasping for oxygen.

"Go ahead and do it!" she screamed. "Touch me, please."

"Do you know the color of those fingers headed for your sweet little pussy?' the warden asked.

"I don't care" Miriam gasped. "I don't care what color. Please just touch me! Please. I've never wanted anything so much. I've never needed anything so much! I'll go crazy if you don't!""

"Get your hands off her, nigger!" Mark the disciple screamed from the place where he was hanging on the wall, his hands over his head and his feet attached to the floor. "She's the wife of our prophet and you are forbidden to touch her!"

The warden ignored the excited disciple and all of the men on the wall were now paying attention.

"Go ahead and fuck her, warden" P.T. Sligh shouted. "I just wish that asshole that calls himself a prophet could be here to see his wife beg for a big black cock in her snatch. That would be some justice for the way he fucked me over."

Charlie was finishing the cleanup on his own father and brushing his teeth as the warden called David to come closer to where he was teasing the prophetess.

"Deputy, I understand your pledge not to put your hands on the prophetess, but I also understand your lack of knowledge when it comes to women" the warden said. "I want to teach you a couple of things in case you ever decide you might want to lie with a woman. You can always tell a slut from a lady by her response to being touched. The minute I started touching this one, those legs spread as wide as they possibly could so we know she's a slut. Now she's anticipating that my fingers are going to rub through that thick bush of hers and begin to stroke her clitoris. That's the thing that looks like a little cock that you see pulsing. You won't find one that size on most women and this is the first one I've ever seen pulsing in this manner. You can bet that when I touch it, she will begin to moan and pant. That is where she derives the largest portion of her sexual pleasure. Some women can actually achieve orgasm with a penis in their vaginas but that is rare."

"Do you want me to touch you, prophetess?" the warden asked her in his courteous, sexy deep voice.

"Please" she begged. "Please. I want that cock inside me too. I need to be licked and fingered and fucked. I need it so badly."

"You're a demanding little bitch, aren't you?" the warden chuckled as he edged his hand ever closer to her swollen clit, combing her thick pubes with his fingers. Then he used his index and middle fingers like scissors to grab her swollen clit and she began gasping.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Fuck yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

But he stopped and proceeded to point out to David where her vagina was located.

"You goddamned worthless nigger!" she screamed. "David, please, make him do something! Please, you can't leave me like this!"

"I know you're upset and I'm sorry" David said. "I also know that your body is trying to betray you but I am here to keep that from happening. Now you need to settle down and know that your prophet will be here in a few hours to breed you. I know that's what you want. So I'm going to put just a little bit of this tape over your mouth so you won't lose your voice. You'll want to speak loving words to your prophet when he arrives."

She cursed and struggled, but David got the tape over her mouth and he and the warden went to help Charlie get all of the men cleaned up and the place hosed down. They then fed the men crackers and water except for Charlie who was given another barbecue, chips and soda, which he sat and enjoyed with the warden and David while the other prisoners glared at him with hatred in their e yes.

"You two gonna let us all watch you fuck my son after he gets his belly full?" Mr. Print asked the warden and the deputy as they finished their meal.

"Yeah, you fed him while you're starving the rest of us to death" Will Barrow said. "You oughta at least let us watch while he sucks your dicks."

"Worthless little piece of shit!" Mr. Print said. "I never believed he was really mine, the way his mama loved to fuck anything that walked. I just let him stay out of the goodness of my heart. I knew he'd never amount to anything. Turned out he didn't even load his goddamn gun the day we went to kill that Kurt Kid."

"Yep, and the little dipshit ran and hid when it was time to set the cross on fire at the Colony school. I'll always believe the little dipshit caused our car to end up in the ditch so we got caught. He's a worthless piece of shit."

"Charlie, are all the things they're saying about you true?" David asked.

"I don't know about the things they're sayin' about my mama but I guess the rest of it is. I don't think she liked having to be a whore. I know my paw made her let all them men do stuff to her. Sometimes I'd hear her cryin' after they left but she was scared of my paw and what he might do to her and me if she told him no. I guess I've always been a coward. And it doesn't matter now. I let them talk me into going with them and doing things so I'm just as guilty as they are."

"That's not true, kid" the warden said. "If you were forced to do things with a gun pointed at you, you can't be as responsible. You're still just a young boy."

"I can't make any promises except that the warden and I will talk to the sheriff" David said. "He needs to have this information"

"I do appreciate it, I really do" Charlie said. "But I threw in with some bad men and I have to take my medicine. I'll be all right. Know they'd like to take me apart but they're all chained up so I don't reckon I'm in any serious danger."

"I think we ought to tease the prophetess just a little more to get her good and riled up to annoy all the others" the warden said.

"Lead the way" David chuckled, inviting Charlie to join them.

The warden ripped the duct tape off the woman's mouth and she immediately started begging for sex.

"Please fuck me" she begged. "I want some of the warden's big black cock and some of David's muscleboy dick too. "

Then she spied Charlie, his teen dick hardening again

"That's a nice dick you got, boy" she said to Charlie. "And it's getting hard really fast. Don't you want to rub it up against me? I'd like that a lot, honey. Just lick my nipples and rub that cock up against me. Just do it, boy. Come closer and I'll give it a lick. Looks nice and juicy."

Charlie, wide-eyed, looked at the warden, unsure of what to do.

"Step on up there, son and let her taste that sweet pre-cum" the warden said. "Looks pretty tasty to me. You ever eat you own juice?"

"Yes, sir" Charlie answered, blushing.

Charlie looked at David as if to get his permission. David smiled and nodded at the boy.

"If you want to, go ahead" David said. "It will make all the others jealous as hell."

Charlie stepped closer, offering his now hard cock to her the squirming, desperate woman. He skinned back his foreskin, uncovering a nicely tapered cockhead and Miriam went for it, licking up his pre-cum and engulfing the cock in his mouth. Charlie's knees buckled but David caught him, holding the boy up while he got his first blowjob from a female. Mr. Print and Will Barrow were furious, shouting that the boy wasn't man enough and was undeserving of this. The two disciples were furious, insisting that the prophetess was being forced. The Smith brothers seemed to be enjoying the show as both had hard dicks. Thor, as usual, was silent, just glaring at the sight and P.T. was urging Charlie on, insisting the boy shoot a load all over his enemy's wife's face to demean her. The prophetess was going to town on the leaking teen cock when the warden moved closer and lifted David's hand. He guided the boy's hand to rub the woman's smooth belly.

"See, there's nothing to be afraid of" the warden said as he guided the boy's hand lower, into the top portion of the hairy snatch. "You're going to breed this bitch. You need to know where things are."

David began to rub the woman's bush, carefully avoiding the swollen clitoris. Then Eamon grabbed the clit between his index and middle fingers and the woman almost came off the table. He then began to rub it. She spit out Charlie's dick and began gasping and screaming.

"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! That's what I need. That's what I fucking need!"

"You get that boy's dick back in your mouth or all of this stops!" the warden said, with Miriam quickly opening her mouth to take the boy's hard meat as before.

Eamon then plunged three fingers into her slick vagina and she shrieked, begging for more, her sounds muffled by Charlie's hard dick in her mouth face fucking her.

"You like that, don't you, you murderous fucking bitch?" the warden said. "Get your mouth back on that fucking boy's dick or I stop fingering that nasty cunt right now!"

She moved her head back on to Charlie's dick, sucking for all she was worth. The warden then put one of his arms around Charlie and whispered in his ear.

"Are you liking this?" he asked. "Is this something you really want to do? You don't have to do this."

"I'm really liking it, sir" the boy answered. "I'd like it even better if I could play with your dick while I'm doing it."

"You got it, Charlie" the tall, handsome black man said as he stripped off his trousers and put Charlie's hand inside his boxer shorts. David was mesmerized as he watched the teen boy facefucking the prophetess while he played with the warden's big black cock. He continued to rub Miriam's bush with one hand, more involved in watching than participating until he realized his dick was hard watching it all. The warden dropped his boxers revealing his thick black cock and he began slapping Miriam's cheek with it even as Charlie continued to fuck her mouth.

"Suck that dick, bitch" Eamon urged with her gulping the teen cock repeatedly, taking it down to the boy's bush.

"David, are you hard yet?" Eamon asked.

"Yes, sir" David said. "I think I'm as hard as I've ever been. "

"Take that dick out" the warden instructed. "Get the head right up here against her clit but let her feel your hardon rubbing against that hairy snatch."

"Yes, sir" David said, stripping off all his clothes and getting his hardon very near the woman's hairy cunt.

"Go ahead and beat your meat and get it as close as you can, boy" the warden told David, who obeyed him and edged closer to the woman, brushing her hairy bush as he furiously fisted his hard cock.

"You like this, cunt?" the warden asked the woman. "You like having that teen cock fucking your mouth and feeling that deputy's cock brushing up against you hairy pussy? You love that, don't you."

The woman was clearly enjoying it, although her mouth was too stuffed with thrusting cock to give a discernible answer. Eamon was now slapping his big meat on her tits while Charlie continued his thrusting and David continued masturbating himself.

"Charlie, take your dick out of the bitch's mouth" the warden ordered and the teen immediately complied, the juices of the prophetess dripping off his hard, cock.

"I want you to move up there and sit on the bitch's face" the warden said. "She's gonna put her tongue in there and lick your hole out. You're gonna like the way this feels and I bet this bitch has never tasted a nice clean teen boy `s hole."

"Oh no!" the prophetess said. "Please, no! That's just unnatural!"

"You bet get your tongue as far up this boy's ass as it'll go if you want me to keep my fingers in that snatch of yours."

"Okay, okay!" the woman said. "I'll tongue the boy's asshole. Just don't take your hand away from my cunt."

Charlie squatted over the woman's face, offering his hole to her. She immediately started to tongue the boy's hole which was a new experience for Charlie, giving him sensations he had never imagined."Go ahead and beat your meat while she eats that asshole out, son" the warden said. "That dick of yours is hard as a fucking rock. You getting close, Charlie?" the warden asked.

"Yes, sir, real close" the boy said as he continued to beat his meat while having his ass tongued by the prophetess.

"Whenever you're ready to shoot, I want you to stand up and shoot that fucking load over her face" the warden said. "That's what's called a facial. You're gonna coat her fucking face with that thick teen cum and just milk every bit of it out of that cock. When you do that, I'm gonna stick my cock down her throat. At the same time, David, I want you to ram your hard cock in the bitch's cunt. Get as close as you can to shooting your load and then just shove it in and pump. I want you to empty your nuts into her nasty cunt. It you need to use a finger to locate it, go ahead and do that right now and get that cock ready. Think about what you're doing, son. You're about to make a baby. Your own baby."

"Yes, sir, I'm getting close" David said. "And I've got my finger on her hole.

"Sir, I'm cumming!" Charlie said as he pulled his cock out and used his hand to milk spurt after spurt of thick boycream onto the woman's face.

"Oh fuck, that got me there!" David said. "I'm ready to cream!"

"Good" the warden said. "Go ahead and give her your cream. Put a baby in the bitch."

David did just that as he thrust his cock into the vagina of the prophetess and pumped his bubble butt for all he was worth. He was thrusting his cock in and out of her as hard and fast as he could until he felt his nut sac emptying into her. Miriam felt the deputy's thick cock enter her even as the warden kept his hand wedged in between their bodies and continued to vigorously massage her swollen clit. It was giving her what she had been wanting and needing for so many days. She began to squeal with pleasure as the young man's cock felt hard and strong, pounding her passage. She knew it would take a little time for her to achieve her climax so she determined to just enjoy the feel of the handsome boy's cock and concentrate on getting to her peak. David was thrusting hard, thrusting all the way in and then pulling his meat almost completely out on each stroke. She knew she could get there with just a little time, so she focused on the sensations in her cunt. Until suddenly, she realized the warden had stuffed his huge meat all the way into her mouth and was holding it there, making it so hard to breathe. When she felt his fingers closing off her nostrils, she began to panic. She was unable to get any oxygen at all into her lungs. She was no longer conscious of the pleasurable pounding of her cunt. All she wanted was some oxygen for her lungs. Just as she felt she would pass out, the warden released his fingers holding her nose and she was able to suck in a small amount of oxygen. All she heard was a whirring in her head as David started to pump furiously and empty his load into her. Just as he gave her his cream. She passed out and the warden removed his cock from her throat and his fingers from her nostrils. David removed his cock from her vagina, having accomplished his mission.

"Great job, Charlie" the warden said. "That was a very nice load you shot all over that tramp."

"It's been building up for a while" Charlie said. "It felt really good to release. I'd almost forgotten how good it felt to jack out a load."

David walked up to the two of them and they enjoyed a hug, David's dick still at half mast.

"That wasn't too bad, was it, deputy?" Eamon asked. "You pounded that pussy damned well for a beginner."

"Thank you, sir" David said. "I don't think it's something I'd want to do on a regular basis but if it got the job done today, I'll just be thankful."

"Do you want me to clean her up" Charlie asked. "She's got my cum all over her face and neck. It'll be crusty pretty soon."

"No, you needn't do that, Charlie" David said. "You might want to rub a little of it into her beautiful long hair the prophet loves so much. That'll be just one surprise he has in store this evening. He talks about her hair being her most beautiful feature and how I am supposed to tell her to have it combed out and covering her breasts when he arrives for the breeding. On second thought, I'll take care of her hair but I need to run outside and get the scissors I brought from the jail."

Most of the men who were hanging cuffed to the wall had enjoyed the show and were making nasty and lewd comments. Some of them still had tumescent cocks from watching the action.

David and the warden walked over to the wall near where the men were and began to tease them about their hard cocks.

"Looks like you enjoyed that little show, P.T." the warden said.

"Thoroughly" Mr. Sligh responded. "Better than most of the shit I've seen on the New York stage. I only wish the prophet himself had a front row seat. That bitch he married has him completely fooled. She's always been a horny slut. God knows how many times she tried to get me to fuck her when his back was turned. But I never did. I tried not to mix pussy with business, although I wasn't always successful. But I knew I could never trust that one. She's a nasty piece and she always has been. I knew if I ever slipped her some dick, she'd find a way to use it against me with her husband. I just wish he could have seen his precious cunt getting slammed and I love the way you shut down her orgasm by choking her with that big black cock of yours. She's going to be really pissed when she comes to. Horny bitch was needing to cum really bad. "

"I'm glad you enjoyed our little show" the warden said. "I hope act two will be as interesting."

"Oh, there's more to come?" P.T. asked with a grin.

"Chances are" the warden answered.

"I wouldn't mind pounding that pussy while her asshole husband watches" P.T. said. "Just sayin'."

"We'll see what the evening holds" the warden said.

Both Mr. Print and Will Barrow were sobbing, their own pricks painful from having developed erections following their own circumcisions. They had been wrapped in gauze but, as a man shouldn't get an erection for six weeks in order to allow healing, the dried gauze had come loose, tearing the skin and causing fresh bleeding which was very painful.

"Sorry you boys didn't enjoy the show" the warden chuckled. "We've all told you not to get hard for six weeks after your procedures. But you just won't listen."

"Fuck you!" Barrow said. "We had no control over our cocks with you doing shit like that right in front of us. I'd love to be left alone to heal but you won't let us. Charlie bathes us and forces us to get hard. That tears all the healing tissue and the healing has to start all over again every time."

"Maybe that's because you really like Charlie's soft hand washing you and touching you" the warden said.

"Fuck you, you cocksucking motherfucking nigger!" Charles Print said. "I'm sick of the way we're being treated here. We're white citizens of the United States of America and we're getting treated like the dirtiest slaves ever brought over here. It ain't fair. It just ain't fair. And the way you were molesting my own son. My own flesh and blood. It's shameless and when I get out of this motherfucking place, I'll get even."

Are you fucking kidding me?" the warden asked. "You don't like the way I treat your son? I'm not the one who pimped out the boy's mama for cash, telling the boy you aren't even his father and then catching her when she tried to get away from you and you killed her and the man who was going to get her out of her desperate situation? You're going to accuse me? After you sent your own boy, barely old enough to start school down to that hotel day after day, sticking him in that one room and having any man with a little cash do whatever they wanted? Charlie is finally opening up about what he's been through. It will not bode well for you. I can assure you of that. I've got a place waiting for you at Statesville. I have a new program called the Hell Cell. I've chosen ten of the biggest-dicked, meanest motherfucking murderers and rapists in the entire prison. I've made a deal with them. They get the best food, areal bed, plenty of outdoor exercise time if they're willing to do what I say. And what I say is to make the first twenty four hours for a new prisoner the worst of his life. They're free to rape, beat, do whatever they like as long as the prisoner is breathing at the end of the twenty four hours. They're living better lives than anybody in that stinking place and they are determined not to lose their place in hell cell. Think about what that's going to be like for you once I tell them you pimped out your own little boy."

"Don't blame that on me!" Mr. Print said angrily. "It was Barrow's idea. After my wife died, I was missing that extra income I'd had with her. Barrow said there's men everywhere who'd pay to do things with a little hairless boy. Barrow was the first one to do anything to Charlie and I'd never have even thought about pimping out my own kid if it wasn't for Barrow. So I don't deserve the blame for that. It was Barrow's idea."

"You lying cocksucker!" Barrow said. "You killed your own wife cause she found a decent man and was going to leave you and take your son. You fucking killed both of them and I know cause you showed me where you buried them on your own property. Then you were bellyaching about the money you had made pimping her ass out at your fancy hotel. And how you were doing it right under the nose of the sheriff of the town and how you were this respected businessman."

"Both of you need to just shut the fuck up" the warden said. "There'll be plenty of hard dick for both of you up at Statesville!"

The men continued sobbing pitifully. David had gotten he scissors out of his car and was now sitting with the prophetess talking quietly as she gradually regained consciousness.

"Do you remember what happened before you lost consciousness?" David asked her gently?"

"No, nothing at all" she said. "I seem to have a vague memory that you were rubbing me down below. I recall it feeling pleasurable and I felt I was getting close to a climax. But the burning and itching is worse now than ever. I really can't stand it, David. I need some relief and I need it now!"

"I completely understand, ma'am" David said. "I know this has been hard on you. You have been faithfully awaiting our prophet to breed you and the drugs have done strange things to your body. But all of this was the prophet's plan. There have been armed guards on the roofs around the building where he is being held. He has been fearful that he may not make it out alive. He wanted to be sure that you would be free to run his church if he didn't make it and he wanted you to have his heir by your side. The prophet and I have become very close and he asked me to replace Sheriff Joe which I gratefully agreed to do. Fearful that he would not survive his ordeal in the jail where he is right now, he asked me to have intercourse with you so there would most assuredly be an heir to continue the prophet's work. It was not a duty I wanted as I have kept my body pure. But the prophet has convinced me this is my destiny. So you now have an heir beginning to grow in your tummy. Assuming things go well and we are able to get the prophet here this evening, he will breed you himself and no one will ever know that the seed was mine and not his own."

"Did all these people not see what happened earlier?" she asked.

"Yes, they did" David said. "And every one of them will be eliminated. It is unfortunate but it is a necessity. Just as the former owners of the ranch and so many others have had to be eliminated. It is for the good of the kingdom."

"For the good of the kingdom" she repeated.

"Yes, the prophet has ordained me as his chief servant on earth" David said. "When I bring the prophet back this evening, it will be just the two of us and the jail janitor. The patrols on rooftop know the transfer is sanctioned by the governor so they will not interfere. They think I am transferring him to Statesville Prison but I will bring him here to you where he will breed you. I have hired two trustworthy men who have a plane waiting at the airfield. Once we are out of here, we will head back to Arizona, where the disciples wait for us to bring the new kingdom."

"And all the men on the wall will be eliminated?" she asked. "What about the two disciples, Mark and Luke?"

"Yes, ma'am" David said. "The prophet and I discussed that. Unfortunately, he feels they too must be silenced. They cannot be trusted to stay quiet about the circumstances of the creation of the heir."

"I'm sure you are right" Miriam said. "I do have one request. That motherfucking arrogant sheriff of this shithole town, that arrogant, prideful sheriff. Can I gut him? I have dreamed of plunging a knife into his gut and twisting it."

"I'm afraid it won't be possible, ma'am" David said. "That has already been arranged. The sheriff is taking his boy on an outing after school. I will be waiting for them at the lake and will silence both of them and throw their bodies into the lake after tying rocks to them. They will not be discovered until we are in the air returning home to the promised land."

"Please, please tell him that you're sticking that knife into his gut for me, David" she asked. "Will you do that for me? Please."

"Consider it done, prophetess" David said. "I will be bringing a disguise for you this evening in case we are stopped on our way to the airfield. The prophet said we must all do this. You will be disguised as a man so it is essential I cut your hair."

"Oh no, David, that is quite impossible" Miriam said. "The prophet loves my hair. I haven't had it cut since we met. He loves nothing better than for me to wait naked for him, my long hair covering my breasts, my nipples already hard and waiting for his touch."

"It is a sacrifice he is willing to make to assure your safety" David said. "He knew it would be disturbing but the prophet says it is essential for the advancement of the kingdom."

"Very well" she said. "For the kingdom to come."

David began to cut off her long hair, using random cuts which left gaps and uneven spots. In no time what was left was a mess, sticking straight up in places and just gapped in others. In the front he had cut it as close to the scalp as possible, leaving her looking very strange indeed.

"David, can I have some warm water and a cloth, please?" Miriam asked. "I feel like there is some type of crust on my face."

"It is a cream I applied before you woke, ma'am" he said. "It must be left there to make the makeup we will use for your disguise adhere more efficaciously to your face. I know it is annoying but it is essential."

"Very well, David" Miriam said. "But as I'm feeling more alert, I am getting the intense itching in my privates again. Could you please help me out just a bit. Perhaps a hand or a finger or something? The itching is unbearable and getting worse by the second."

"The prophet instructed me that there was to be no sexual activity once I had inserted my sperm into you" David said. "He was quite adamant that nothing else occur so that his semen will have an even chance of reaching your eggs. He said it is absolutely not to be done."

"He wouldn't have to know, would he?" she asked. "After all, we're eliminating all these fuckers tonight before we leave."

"That is true, ma'am, but I would know" David said. "In my heart of hearts I would know. And I could not live with knowing that I didn't follow the orders of my prophet."

"The prophet is not the one with fire ants in his goddamned pussy, David" the prophetess said, becoming increasingly angry. "Now I am telling you to put a hand on my snatch and give me some fucking relief. And do it now! Right fucking now!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I cannot" David said.

"Goddammit! she said. "Everyone cares about the prophet and what he says but nobody gives a rat fuck about me and how I feel. David, I think it might be a good idea if you go ahead and silence those two disciples, Mark and Luke. If they saw you breeding me, it might cause them to make up stories to tell the prophet. It would all be lies but he might be inclined to listen to them more than he would any of the others. I think if you just go ahead and silence them now. Please?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that" David said. "I just couldn't take out a disciple without a direct order. He is still the prophet and he is ultimately my boss. I have to answer to him. I'm sorry, but I don't think I better do that."

"Well, just make sure that they don't get a chance to spout any lies to him" Miriam said. "I just don't want him upset by anything. This has been stressful enough."

"I will go and tell them they are not to speak to the prophet tonight" David said. "Better yet, I will tape both their mouths so they can't say anything this evening unless I allow it. I know the prophet won't have a problem with that."

"Thank you, David" she said. "I just don't want them spouting lies to try to get out of their situations."

David walked over to where Luke and Mark were hanging on the wall. In a very quiet voice he told them that the prophetess was urging him to kill them immediately.

"That fucking bitch!" Luke said. "Mark, I told you she'd fuck us. I tried to warn you about t what sluts she and Sheriff Joe's wife were. We both know she's fucked all of us at one time or another. All she ever cared about was who was goin to fuck her next. She may be trying to blame all this horny shit on the fertility drugs but she's always been a slut. The prophet preaches how oral sex is such a forbidden sin but we know those bitches both loved nothing better than a hard dick in their mouths and one in their twats. What a fucking liar. It's making me question everything I believed."

"Settle down" David said. "I'm going to have to duct tape your mouths to mollify her for now but I'll take it off as soon as I return with the prophet. I promise. I can't tell you everything that will happen here tonight but I assure you of one thing. A lot of checks have been written which are going to get cashed here tonight. Mark, how's you circumcision doing?"

"My dick hurts like hell but it's bearable if I can just keep it from getting hard. I felt myself starting to get hard when I saw you breeding that bitch. I managed to take some deep breaths and close my eyes and think of other things so I never threw a full boner. I know that would be painful and I saw Barrow and Mr. Print crying over there. I think they love wallowing in self pity. If they'd close their eyes, they wouldn't have to deal with all that pain. I can't speak for Luke, but the pain in my nut sack has really receded. It felt real inflamed at first but I can barely tell the band is on my nuts now. It's like it's going numb."

"Same here" Luke said. "When y'all were washing us today it was like it felt kind of numb."

David felt of Mark's furry nut sack and then Luke's. "Both of you guys have nice, furry sacks" David said. "I can tell that both of them are already shrinking. That's what happens when there's no blood supply to your testicles. It sure seems a waste to get rid of those big pink nuts and to think about all the fun you boys could've had. I know you boys hate to lose your nuts. You're both good looking guys and could have had pretty much any girl or boy you wanted. But you both made some terrible choices and you'll have to live with that."

Both boys started to tear up as David walked away and went over to where Charlie was talking with the warden.

"Charlie, I think you've been done wrong in all of this" David said. "Unfortunately, it's not my decision to make but I want you to know that the warden and I are going to have a good long talk with the sheriff and see what we can do for you. I have made the decision to leave you unchained while we're gone. You know you can't get out of here even if you tried as those thick steel doors are all operated by the use of a code. But you don't need to be chained up. I hope you'll start a little gentle exercise to get back some muscle tone. Is there anything you can think of that you'd like to eat when we come back?"

"No, sir" Charlie said. "I will start exercising and my tummy's full of that barbecue we had earlier. I'll be fine. I promise. You guys just be real careful."

"We'll do that, Charlie" David said, giving the boy a hug, as did Eamon.

After the hug, Charlie thanked them both.

"I've never had that before" Charlie said with a smile. "It was real nice."

"Hang in there, Charlie" David said. "I think you have plenty more hugs in your future."