Paternal Cult

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Hannah Patric
black hair
green eyes
5 ft 9 in
long legs and round breasts

Hannah sighed as she made her way through the compound, making her way to her families large house.

See Hannah was a member of what some on the outside would call a cult, even though they worship god like most others, they were just blessed with one of his disciples on earth. He happened to be her father.

Hannah bit her lip as a group of very pregnant and some only recently pregnant woman passed her by, giving her sympathetic yet superior looks.

Hannah felt tears spring to her eyes as she entered the house, knowing that she would have to remain inside for the remainder of the day on tomorrow because unlike the women she passed she was not allowed to carry a child for god and those not allowed must remain indoors during ovulation time. For to carry a child for god one must lie with the prophet of god, and that was her father.

She wiped her eyes and sat down on her bed, left once again to dream about something she could not have.

ooc-other members feel free to enter, need a prophet/father
 
Age: 43
Marital status: Widower
Physical: 5'10', barrell chested and very broad shouldered. Long but neat beard and moustache, long blonde hair sprinkled with grey, pale grey eyes.
Background: VERY strict fundamentalist up bringing. Mother and Father disowned him in his late teens for 'dallying' with a female member of the church and disgracing them. Did hard work in coal mines until he was 'called' one night after a weekend binge.
Founded the 'cult' with his wife and daughter. It is called the Church of the Chosen One and it's basic tenant is to reproduce and populate the world with the offspring of the Chosen One and his followers. Naturally this means that, as he wishes, the Chosen One has the right to impregnate any female members regardless of marital status. Also only the Chosen One is permitted to take a virgin for her first time with a man. Being the Chosen One does have it's own advantages.
Once His child is born the female is available to all other male members for procreation with a husband having his natural rights come first.

IC:

The afternoon meeting was concluded. Now it was time for me to lay with Rachel Fredricks for it was her fertile time and she had yet to carry and birth one of my offspring.

I found Rachel in my private room at the back of the church dressed in a simple white shift.

When I entered the room she bowed her head saying, "Chosen One, it is my time to be honored my you. I am here for your use so that we may produce yet another of your wonderful offspring to raise and send forth into the world to spread your messages."

"Well spoken Rachel. Now come and undress me and then yourself. Then, lil one, we will proform our duties."

As I watched her approach, I silently reveled in my power over the flock and particularly the females in it. I knew that I could have anyone of them at any time without there being any hesition or any problem with a family member.

Once undressed we made long and slow love until I had filled her with my sperm. She was instructed to remain in the bed with her knees up and her hips off the bed for fifteen minutes to give her the best chance of becoming pregnant.

Dressed again I walked across the compound area to the home I shared with Hannah. My steps slowed as I began to think about Hannah.

She was tall and as well endowed as her mother had been and now she was of the right age to also be considered for bearing my child.

Man's law may forbid such relationships, but God's Law, as related by me, saw no such problem and Hannah had been raised with the Church of the Chosen One to be obedient.

Punishments for disobedience or transgressions are primarily corporal in nature or involve public humiliation before the Flock, such as being displayed nude for all to see and ridicule, for adults and spankings or the like for children.

Hannah had received her share of the children's punishment, but now that she was a woman all of them could be used with her as they would be with any other who transgressed.

I was still thinking of Hannah and how she'd looked the last time it had been necessary to spank her bare bottom. 'Yes,' I thought, 'it's near time for Hannah to become a woman and add to the flock.'
 
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Hannah

Hannah lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling, hands placed on her flat belly she wished would grow with life but she knew could not.

She heard her father's footsteps and knew he had just come back from Rachel. Rachel was beautiful and married, but that did not matter because all the men were proud when their wives were chosen to carry a child of the lord.
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

Entering the house I found it quiet and still. Looking over at my chair I didn't see the drink that should have been waiting for me.

I walked over and sat quietly for several minutes to see if Hannah was preparing it now and just a bit late.

When it didn't arrive, "Hannah! Where are you girl and where's my drink?
"You're in trouble you know.
"Get it and get in here. Now!"
 
Hannah

Hannah heard her father yelling for his drink, and she closed her eyes irrated at Lana who was supposed to serve her father while Hannah was to stay in her room during her fertile time.

She got up and stood a top the stairs and called out to him, "I can't be seen by any man today or tomorrow father I am sorry Lana was supposed to take care of you today."
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

"I'm not "any man". I am the Chosen One in case you've forgotten Hannah. Since Lana didn't fulfill her duties, for which I'll punish her, then it falls on you to do so.
"Get me my drink. Now."
 
Hannah

Hannah bit her lip, she didn't want to disobey her father but she didn't want to disobey the lord even more, "I'm sorry father I can't, I must not be seen by you more than any other." She took a deep breath, "I don't want to disobey you but it's that time for me and since I haven't been chosen to carry a child of god or been given to a husband I cannot be seen."
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

That was the final straw.

Getting up I slowly crossed the room and began to climb the stairs. Looking up I saw Hannah still standing there and was again reminded that she was now a woman in all ways, as her figure under the long skirt and snug blouse showed.

Reaching the head of the stairs, my eyes staring unblinkingly into hers, I say quietly, "You've disobeyed me Hannah. You know that means you must be punished.
"Into your room girl and begin to undress. I will be there in a moment. I have to get something from my room first.
"Now go and do as I've told you so it doesn't have to be any worse for you. I'd better find you sitting waiting when I get there."
 
Hannah

Hannah went into her room and removed her clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed, tears spilling from her eyes, knowing that god would be ashamed of her for appearing before a man's eyes at this time of her month, but she didn't want to anger her father anymore.
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

In my room I quickly shower and change into just a long robe. I've decided. It's Hannah's time to lose her virginity.

First she will be punished, which will aid my recovery from being the Rachel in both time and the stimulation of seeing Hannah, touching Hannah and punishing Hannah, for I'm a bit of a sadist as I learned in many bar fights in my younger days. That's why I administer all of the punishments and also why I find a female to use soon afterwards.

Next I take the wooden ping pong paddle and my wide leather belt from their places. Carrying them I walk to Hannah's room.

There she sits just as I'd instructed. Her full breasts moving with each breath. The silken down between her legs just visible at the apex of her mound.

'Oh yes God,' I think to myself, 'Hannah's definitely ready for me and tonight, possibly all day and night tomorrow Hannah will give me pleasure.'

"On your feet disobedient girl. Stand with your hands at your side and with your feet shoulder width apart as I've taught you.
"Before the punishment we will have a talk."

Walking to the bed I lay down the paddle and belt as I sit at it's foot facing the room.

"Stand before me. Stand before The Chosen One and repent you sin of disobedience to me."
 
Hannah

Hannah cringed as she stood, she never found pleasure in pain, like she knew some of the other women in the compoud did.

"I'm sorry father I just wanted to remain pure for the lord, I didnt wan't to disobey you."
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

"Am I not the Chosen One. Do I not receive visions and messages from God? Am I not the one who has been given the task of introducing all virgins to their sexuality when they have reached the proper age?
"Haven't you finally reached that age Hannah? You know the Chosen One is always a woman't first. Always for it's Gods will that His spokesman and representative on Earth be the first for all of the females in the flock, isn't that correct Hannah?"

As I've been speaking my eyes have been drinking in your nude body in all of it's youthful glory. Rachel was an attractive woman, with a nice body indeed, but you have just reached the full bloom of your womanhood.

Your ass it firm and tight, your breasts ride high and round on your chest with firm nipples that point straight ahead. Your thighs are muscular, there's the slight feminine swell on your lower belly just above those full lips lightly covered with soft, curly hair. Hair that you would be removing and keeping off once you were no longer a virgin as a sign of your committment to the Flock and the Chosen One of God.
 
Hannah

Tears spilled from Hannahs eyes, "Yes you are the Chosen One father, and yes you are always to be a woman's first and I know that as your daughter I must forever remain untouched and never carry a child unless you seem fit to send me to a marriage."

She was waiting fearfully for the whack of the belt of paddle.
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

"Unless of course the child you bear is mine as is ordained by God Hannah."

"Now present yourself to punishment. I will give you three choices of how you're punished girl. You may be spanked until my arm tires. You may feel the belt until your ass is welted or you may be paddled until all of your ass is dark red and filled with fire.
"Choose the punishment I will give you for not serving your father and the Chosen One and then defying me when I told you to do Lana's task daughter."

Again, when I've finished speaking my eyes freely wander your naked body. . . and I lick my lips.
 
Hannah

"God would never ordain me to carry your seed, you are my father, that is the burden I must bear."

She decided to not reply that by disobeying him as a father she was indeed serving god.

She knew his arm could last forever but she would heal quicker if she let him spank her not that she ever enjoyed the violent part of her lord and her father. "Until your arms tires." Hannah whispered softly, never once looking him in the eyes.
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

"That will add to your punishment, unless of course God is also speaking to and through you now Hannah.
"If you don't then I think I know what God wishes far better than you do and He doens't give a fig for man's law, as you know.
"Over my lap and keep your ass very high. You may wiggle it if you need to but you will Not get up or cover it as I sadly have to punish you."
 
Hannah

Hannah actually looked up with a confused expression into her father's eyes before he sat down on the edge of her bed and she kneeld over his lap obdiently.
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

My hand reaches between your legs and cups your virgin pussy. It closes gently kneading as I lift up raising your hips into the air so that your ass is fully displayed.

My large, work hardened hand between your legs has forced them apart and your bare thighs frame your pussy nicely. This position also put your tight pucked star on display, as I learned at the beginning of administering punishments to the adult females in The Flock.

"Now stay that way Hannah and save yourself added punishment. Remember you may Not cover your ass nor leave my lap, but you may move your ass as you wish, in that position."

My thighs spread and your breasts drop between them. They close again to tightly hold you in place and you can clearly feel my growing erection through the robe I'm wearing as it presses more and more firmly into your breast.
 
Hannah

Hannah was not stupid and understood that her naked form could indue such a reaction in any man so she kept her mouth shut exept for the occasion gasp of pain that escaped her lips as his hand harshly touched her skin
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

The spanking begins, but with far less intensity than you expected. It's almost as if I'm distracted. It still sets your ass on fire, but, also unexpectedly, there are a lot of caresses of your hot ass cheeks mixed in with the spanking.

My cock is now pressing into your firm breast and as I caress it twitches.

The spanks slow and the number of caresses grows. Your ass cheeks, your legs from knees to those hot cheeks and now and then a kneading or squeezing of your lightly furred pussy.

This continues for quite some time. Far longer than if I'd just spanked you until my arm tired.
 
Hannah is torn inside, she sense, hell she can feel her father's arousal against her breast, she's sure he's going to punish her for making him feel that way so when he finally ends the punishment she ginger stood up and looked at him. "I'm sorry for disobeying you." She said softly, then she bit her lip, tried not to look down and said, "Will you be visiting Rachel again?"
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

OOC: Ya jumped a bit faster than I'd intended, but lets go on from here.

IC:
"No Hannah," I say quietly, "I'll be here with you all night tonight.
"Come here woman, for you're no longer a girl. From now on you will be treated in all ways like a woman.
"Come to the Chosen One woman for it's your time. Your time to truly feel and fulfill your womanhood."

My arm raises and my hand extends toward you waiting for you to put yours in mine as a sign of your acceptance. Acceptance of your new status and what will occur either way, with or without that acceptance, for the Chosen One can never be denied as all in The Flock know and accept, to deny me is to deny God's will.
 
Hannah

Hannah stared at her father confused.

"Come to the Chosen One woman for it's your time. Your time to truly feel and fulfill your womanhood."

Then slowly it permated her brain and her eyes widened in shock and she gasped, "You mean?"

But the look in his eyes said that he did mean exactly what she though he did.

Her mind started to clash as thoughts of this being her father fought with thoughts of following god's will and finally getting to carry a child inside of her....with her hands slowly going through the air and landing softly in her father's upturned palms...god won.
 
Horace, The Chosen One:

Your hand is gripped and you're slowly brought to stand very close to me and between my spread legs. The robe parts and my now hard cock is framed by the dark red terry cloth fabric.

"You are my daughter and now it's time for you to take your mother's place as my surrogate bride and wife in all but name. Now my luscious Hannah lower yourself to your knees and kiss the Chosen One's Staff of Life from where all life flows for The Flock's women for now you are one of those women."
 
Hannah

Hannah gasped as his meaning became clear in her head. That she would be elevated above all other women, the Chosen One's chosen one.

With a timid smile she bent her head and knelt between his legs, "I am honored." She kissed his hard staff lightly on it's tip as instructed. However, Hannah was not entirely niave and quickly reached out with her tongue to touch the spot her lips had.
 
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