Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
My dad doesn’t miss a beat.
“I’m glad you asked,” he growls with an approving nod. “Seeing that this is our first Sunday Service, I find it appropriate to start at the beginning of our faith, in the Garden of Eden to be precise. As you know, in this ancient Old Testament tale, God grants Adam a partner. He takes one of Adam’s ribs, and fashions from it a beautiful young woman named Eve, who caters to Adam’s fleshly desires.”
I squint at my dad. Okay, I don’t remember that part of the story. I thought Adam and Eve were more equals, even if they were frolicking in the nude.
But my father continues, unperturbed.
“As a result, we want to examine the tale of Adam and Eve during today’s Sunday Service. It is Sanctuary’s position that as a man, and as my forbear Adam before me, God has given me the right to enjoy the companionship of Eve, and to instill in the many Eves of the world a sense of pleasure and delight that was the original purpose of the Garden of Eden.”
An approving murmur spreads through the group. The girls must be brainwashed because this is fucking weird, but they merely look excited as they stare at my dad.
“What do you mean, Elder Stott?” Lulabelle lisps, her blue eyes wide and innocent. “Please, let us know how to serve you.”
My dad nods with approval.
“Well, first things first, hon. Why don’t we recreate the Garden of Eden as best we can to begin with? As you know, Adam and Eve were unclothed in the Garden, and as a result, you will do the same. It’s natural, and it’s right.”
The girls stare at him, surprised.
“Are you sure, Elder Stott?” a pretty redhead named May hesitates. “I mean, I’m not saying no, I just want to make sure…” Her voice trails off as my father glares at her.
“Of course I’m sure,” he rasps. “Now disrobe, sweetheart. I want to enjoy what Adam enjoyed so long ago, and this is the first step.”
I feel sick, grabbing at my stomach as the nausea rises. What the fuck is going on? Is my dad creating a sex cult? But Mike’s on a roll.
“The door is locked,” he continues in a smooth tone. “As a result, no one will bother us and you’re perfectly safe, ladies. You can get undressed now.” He says all of this nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal to ask a group of young women to undress for him. What the hell?
But to my surprise, the ladies are obeying. Lulabelle’s pulling off her top to reveal a sweet pink bra, and she shimmies out of her skirt as well. My dad licks his lips, staring at the blonde’s bounteous curves.
“Very beautiful,” he rasps approvingly. “Gorgeous.”
Lulabelle hesitates as the other girls also slip out of their clothes.
“But Elder Stott,” she whispers. “Should I take off my bra and panties too?”
My dad doesn’t hesitate.
“Absolutely sweetheart. Adam and Eve were completely nude in the Garden of Eden, and it’s fitting that you should be as well.”
With that, Lulabelle obeys, slowly unbuckling her bra in the back to reveal two huge, creamy orbs. The tips are pink and hard, and I literally see my dad’s cock jerk within his pants. Then, she shimmies out of her panties, and her sweet slit’s swollen and creamy, already glistening in the low lights of the basement.
What the fuck? As I look around, I see the other girls are in similar states of undress. May is clearly a natural redhead, judging from the patch of fur between her legs, and quite a few girls are giggling and blushing while they show off their titties and pussies for my dad’s appreciative gaze.
“Beautiful, Chrissy,” Mike rasps, his eyes roaming over a particularly attractive young brunette. “You too, Annelise.”
But this shit has gone too far. I can’t allow my father to take advantage of these young women when they clearly don’t know better. In fact, some of the ladies are now jiggling their tits at him while giggling, like this is totally normal.
“Enough!” I bite out. “Stop what you’re doing! Keep your clothes on because this is total bullshit. Sunday Service is obviously made up. What are we, some crazy religious sex cult? Get a brain and start thinking for yourself, ladies!”
The women are shocked, even as they pause in the jiggling and giggles.
“Kaci, what are you doing?” Lulabelle asks in a shocked whisper, her blue eyes wide. “This is your dad!”
I grit my teeth.
“Mike might be my dad, but I can’t stay here and watch him take advantage of you guys. Put your clothes back on,” I snap. “I’m calling the police.”
But my father steps forward then, his expression menacing.
“You are not welcome here,” Mike says in a cold voice. “As you remember, Adam had a first wife whose name was Lilith and she was pure evil. Are you evil incarnate, oh she-demon who walks? Are you actually the offspring of Lilith and not the pure and innocent Eve?”