Let's make a deal

Bye-bye

Father Mitchell sits in the interrogation room, his hands cuffed to the table.

"I don't understand."he says.

"We have substantial evidence, sir. You have abused your children."Mika says.

"That's absurd! I've never raised a hand to my child!"Father Mitchell exclaims.

Mika then pulls out a manila folder from in the desk. She opens it, pulling out pictures of Christopher's back.

"Your daughter told us that you get angry and you strike them with a wooden cross."she says as she slides a photo in front of him.

"Your son has cross shaped bruises on his back. And your daughter, the bite mark on her breast. You're the only one who has access to her room right?"she says.

"Yes, I have a key to her door but that doesn't mean I would bite my daughter's breast!"Mitchell says.

"I've heard about preacher's like you. How many other children have you touched you sick fuck?"Mika asks.

"Now now, that's enough Mika."A man enters the room and sits down.

"Father Cortez. I understand you're the leader of the children's choir."

......

Alice sits in her bed. Slumped over like a marionette. Barely breathing. Suddenly she springs up, catching her breath in a panic, as she did not remember what happened, or how she got back to her room.

She begins to hyperventilate as she stands up.

"Daddy!"she cries, walking towards her open bedroom door.

"Papa!-"her cries were cut short by the door slamming closed and she screams, jumping back.

"Ah. Little Alice. Welcome back, how was your trip to wonderland?"his voice crawls up her spine and she shivers.

She turns around, seeing him towering over her and hurrying away till she reaches the wall behind her.

"What happened? Wh-why can't I remember anything?"She cries.

"Oh darling. You're such a pure soul. I didn't want you to see all the horror I was causing with your body."he says with a sinister smile as Alice begins to cry again.

"What did you do?"she cries.

"A lot, my love."he says as he takes a few steps towards her.

"Stay away!"she demands.

"You are in no position to be making demands love."Alice shrieks as she's pulled by the invisible force by her ankles towards him.

She claws at the carpet as she's thrown against the bed. She screams as she's pulled into it as he chuckles.

"Don't be scared love. I want to treat my pet for doing such a good job."he says as Alice thrashes against the bed.

Suddenly, the same invisible force holds her limbs in place and she whines.

He chuckles, getting into bed with her and taking his claws up her thighs.

"Please no."she begs.

"You innocent soul."he says as he lifts her shirt up a bit.

He places a few soft kisses against her sensitive stomach, just above her pantyline.

"I can hear your thoughts when these things happen."he says, hooking one of his claws under the button of her skirt and then snapping it off.

He unzips it slowly, and then yanks the skirt down aggressively, causing Alice to yelp, tears standing her face.

"Part of you wants this to happen...and look.."

He presses his claw against the small wet spot forming on her underwear.

"Already excited? What a pretty cunt."he says softly before kissing her clothed heat.

He begins pressing passionate kisses against her heat, making her jump as she whimpers.

"You still taste so pure."she says, his lips pressed against her heat.

"Stop!"she begs, her legs straining from attempting to move them.

He lets off a malevolent chuckle as he pulls her soaking underwear to the side.

...

Alice

I whine as I feel him blow on my clit. Then I feel his long, forked tongue press against it and I whine out, attempting to move again but failing.

His claw like hands grip my hips and pull me more into his mouth and I scream as I feel his tongue lapping at my entrance.

I cry out, my emotions choking me. Yes I was confused. It feels good. But I don't want it. I want it to stop.

I bite my lip hard and cry, looking up and trying not to focus on the pleasure.

That, would prove to be the hardest part of this situation.

I begin to hear house voice in my head.

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Don't you like it?"

"You want my tongue here, don't you?"

I grip the sheets as I whimper.

.....

Tbc