Fucked up Adoption Pt. 1

I spent another sleepless night engrossed in their book of origin. Each chapter seemed to contradict everything I knew about humanity's past, most everything centered around 'the society's' interests. The people that I would have called tyrants and maniacs were merely defectors of 'the society' that tried to free humanity from their control. The book did not state these facts as so, but I could read between thier lines of deception; "Those who have stood in disillusionment of our truths had to be & must be taught that 'the society' is the mortar in the pillars of humanity. Sometimes the necessity of our truths strikes down more then the disedents of our beliefs, but the sacrifice of the innocent does not go in vain as these casualties stand as a message of our strenth to those that disdain us."

How can the worth of any truth be taken above that of a human life? Whether or not I aggreed I kept reading, gaining a sense that the price they place on life is put towards an unwritten goal. I did not know nor understand what this goal is but it enslaves all of us, even those that know of it. "We are the divide between order & chaos, keeping the goal of our forefathers always in sight. We mustn't ever stray or sunder from this ultimate goal." At the time it seemed that I had fallen into a religious cult, and not a shadow society. The last parts of the book illuminated a sliver of 'the society's'hierarchy. I learnt of what they describe as 'the ties of commitment,' a system that divides everyone into levels of loyalty to 'the society.'

What I came to understand upon further reading was that I was in their second tier, only above those that weren't in this group. "Everyone is bound to the ties of commitment; Those at our foundation are unknowing of our truths, on broken paths. Those of your level of knowledge and loyalty are the illuminated, and those above you, within the same tier, are the illuminators. It is forbidden to talk of your illuminator's teachings to anyone else. You may however talk of the truths illuminated to you if your illuminator permits. You will always be a student with a teacher, and a teacher with a student. Only those yet to graduate into a path of loyalty will be studentless. To graduate to a higher tie of commitment you must pass through at least 2 paths of knowledge within that level."

I didn't know which paths or how many were available to me until sheri arrived in the late morn'. She was pleasantly suprised by how much I learned in her absence, but quickly shot down my eagerness. "You have to do more then know things to be put on a path, you have to do things too," she told me. I was frustrated when I asked, "What the fuck do I have to do to get my girls back!?" "We all must make sacrifices to the cause," she calmly told me, "our loyalty being shown with our own blood." "Do I have to cut off a finger tip?," I asked as I picked up a set of scissors. sheri quickly hit down my hand yelling at me, "Don't be a idiot! Your first sacrifice is already chosen for you, the blood is one of your kindered, peach."

Clenching my fists I gritted my teeth at her, "You won't take any of my daughters away from me. I'll give anything, but not that." "You cannot choose your sacrifice, it's chosen for you; It wouldn't be a sacrifice if you could choose," sheri told me as I sat down sighing about how it wasn't fair, "what about my path, do I even get to choose that?" She shook her head 'no' at me, "even that has been chosen for you. You shouldn't be so angry, peach isn't dead, she has merely begun her own path just as you are about to." The thought that peach was alive did little to quell me, now I had to worry about the thought of how I could no longer protect her.

We had a arduous conversation about the whole situation, and came to a basic understanding of everything. I couldn't know what peach's path was because sheri didn't know, and speaking of ones path to those not on the same path is forbidden. I came to learn that I was following the same path as sheri. We were both 'harvesters', a person that's assigned people to kill. I would be her student, her beacon, until I had learned enough to illuminate my own students to be 'harvesters.' I could only learn about my own path at the time, all the paths of commitment within a tie are known only to those that have graduated to the next level, the next tie. Being on the lowest 'true path' I had no level below me, besides what they describe as 'the broken paths of the foundation.'

The paths within 'the society' are those that cannot be easilly followed at the base of knowledge, the foundation of broken paths; That's all I knew at the time. sheri left after that, but not before granting me a freedom within my probation. I could now order take out, sheri would have to bring it since I was still under house arrest. Being able to have something besides the boxes of pasta & cereal that didn't perish during the trip to my new home was great. I asked her for a barbequed pulled pork sandwich with saurkraut, normally I just like it con carne only but I needed something really different. She told me that she'd bring it the next day, "damnit."

I had started falling into a patern of sleeping in the afternoon to stay up all night, and that night was no different. I watched porn channels until the wee hours of morning, even when I wasn't masturbating. Somehow watching countless hours of sex and blowjobs and cum shots reminded me of my daughters. It comforted me, and took my mind off the thoughts about having to kill people; I was hardly excited about that. As the early morning sun began to melt the frost on the windows of cars I thought about all the noises I've heard since being there. I realized, curiously, that I had never heared a police siren. It seemed strange to me since the houses in the neighborhood were sized and spaced closely enough to be in a town of at least ten thousand.

How could I never heard a siren? I knew the street behind the block across from me was a main road, I could see the road between the houses from the second floor. I counted about 15-20 cars passing every minute during the rush hours, so how could I not have heard anything? In fact I couldn't recall seeing a police car during that time either. I ate breakfast in attic, watching the kids walk to school through the gable vent in hopes of spotting one of my kids. The cold wind was whispering through the vent as I peered out, and my efforts were fruitless excluding the runny nose I got. sheri hadn't visted 'til after I had fallen asleep, and awoke me in the middle of a nightmare about being eaten by worms whilst buried.

I'm not sure if I was more embarased by the fact she had to hold my wrists because I was clawing at her, or because the porn on the tv was still on; showing interacial sex, with the girl being reamed in the ass by a well hung black guy. Neither of these things seemed to bother sheri as she just gave me my sandwich to eat. I think I may have cried while eating that sandwich, it was the most delicious real food I'd ever eaten in a very long time. I was so hungry I didn't notice the TV still on until after I had finished, apologizing with a 'sorry.' She told me, "It doesn't bother me. You should take any distraction you can get while not working, or the job will get to you," then turned off the TV, "but now we need to focus."

I followed her into my own garage where her car was parked with the garage door closed. She opened the trunk to expose a naked man, in a fetal position, with a hood over his head and hands tied behind his back. "What the hell is this!," I asked sheri. she picked up the man's legs & told me to help her. His body was ice cold but obviously still alive, he tried to shake our grip on him; I accidently dropped him on his face. We tied his hands over his head on a railing spindle on the main floor stairs. This man must of been frozen to the core, as he shivered violently despite there being plenty of heat in the house. The only thing more pitiful than that, was the man begging for his life.

"Your first lesson is that we don't always kill people, sometimes we get a confession," she whispered to me unbeknownst to the man, "stand back and learn." sheri used only a pair of pliars and rolled up rag to torture the man. She offered him the option of confessing without torture, but he feigned innocence. The sound of teeth being crushed as they are pulled out by plyars is unforgetable. I almost think it was as painful to watch as it was for him to feel, almost. With every tooth came another refused offer to confess, until they were all gone and my part became known. My skin crawled as I watched her pour table salt into his mouth through the torn slit in the hood. He coughed and gagged and finally vomited out the salt, the vomit and blood running down his neck and chest.

I had trouble holding back the tears of sympathy to this man's pain. "Fuck this bastard in his toothless face until he's willing to confess," sheri told me, and I exclaimed, "what!?" She spoke as she yanked on the belt of my pants, "I slipped a viagra into your food so this would be easier for you," slapping a condom against my chest, "Put this on or the salt will burn your pecker like hell. C'mon we don't have all day." I hesitantly rolled the rubber over my cock as she cut the man down from the railing, him falling onto his stomache. She knelt on his legs and held him up by the throat saying, "Let's get going already." I would of rather of done anything else but I still did it, because I was afraid of what would of happened to me if I hadn't.

I grasped his head with one hand, and guided my cock into his bloody mouth with the other. I worried he would try to bite down, but he just gurgled a scream around my cock when he did. I don't find people of my sex attractive, with a few exceptions, but I was furiously fucking this poor bastard's face. The man screamed and strugled against every one of my thrusts. sheri told me, "don't let go of his head," as she took one hand off the man's neck to reach for the pliars; As soon as she did the man yanked away from me. I tried to keep hold of him, but was left only the hood that slipped off his head. "God damnit, what the fuck!," she yelled, "now we're gonna have to blind him since he's seen our faces."

"What, no! I didn't see anything, either of you," the man pleaded to us. sheri stepped hard on the man's chest, and took out a lighter saying, "turn his face and hold his eyelids open." "God please, no!," the man begged, "I'll confess, I'll confess!" She pulled the flame away from his face but kept it on while saying, "then tell us everything, and you better not be fucking lying." He spoke with a shakey voice, "I stole the car," sheri interupted, "what about the fucking money?!" "I found it in the car," he whimpered, and again being interupted by her, "where the fuck is the money!?" "I I I," the man stuttered, "I spent it all. Oh god please don't kill me." "What the fuck do you think you are doing, do you have any idea who you're messing with?," she asked him before slaming the back of his head on the floor, and then telling me, "hold his eyelids open damnit!"

I tried to look away, but still took in the sight and smell of a man's eyes melting under a flame as he screamed. "If you just burn the eyelids the blindness may be temporary," she told me while burning his second eye, "and you have to hold the flame there until its burned deep enough for the liquid to pour out." Needless to say I was gagging at the sight the entire time. "Lesson's over. Now help me get this bastard back into the car," she told me. We trailed his blood all the way to her car, and after the trunk was closed she took the hose to spray the blood off her car. "You don't ever let them see you, you got that?," sheri told me, I nodded, and she went on saying, "always clean the blood off your car right away. Now fuck me."

Her words caught me off gaurd, "What!?," I asked. "Don't 'what' me, fuck me," she said, "I need to fuck after doing a job, it's how I stay distracted," as she started pulling her clothes off, throwing them on the floor. "what about all this blood on me?," I asked, and she sprayed me with the hose. "f-f-fuck that's cold!," I stuttered before she said, "take off the condom too." After I did she sprayed me again, "damnit, stop that!," I told her. "Come here and fuck me then," she said leaning against the car, "I won't say it again." I walked over to her as she impatiently stared at me. Her cunt felt burning hot as I pushed into her, and soaking wet too. We let off a simultaneous sigh at that moment, letting the realization of what we had just done give way to the feelings of sex.

I wouldn't say it made me completely forget about what happened at the time, but it sure helped get my mind off of it. I squeezed my hands on Sheri's breasts hard, digging my fingers into them; they were so much bigger than what any of my girls had. I'd have to say big boobs are as valuable as a tight pussy. Sheri moaned at me sucking and biting on her nipples, seeming to love having her breasts handled roughly. You can jerk it off all day every day, but sex is always the only true cure for blue balls. She was milking my cock with a grip as tight as a fist, "Oh fuck that's so tight," I moaned, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna..." "You fucking cum inside my pussy," Sheri moaned at me while grabbing onto my ass harder, "Oh fuck it's so warm, it's filling me up." I had cummed with a grunt and deep thrust, and I could of kept going if she didn't make me stop.

She got down on her knees and started giving me a blowjob, licking her tongue around the tip and sucking her lips around my shaft, sucking up and down to the base. As I became more aroused she pushed a finger into my ass, and I quickly exlaimed 'hey?' Sheri took her mouth off me but not her hand and said, "commitment & loyalty to the cause," before starting to suck on me again. What ever she was doing made my cock feel harder than that pill ever had. I didn't resist the second or third finger, and then she stood up and opend her 4 o'clock car door. As she grabbed a dildo and strap on she said, "turn around." I felt resistant again, a didlo was much different from a few fingers. She pushed me around saying, "commitment & loyalty to the cause must be prooven by always obeying your illuminator," and then pushed the rubber phalus into me.

I pressed my face into my arm and bit it; the feeling was quite pleasurable, hardly bad, but it feeling good had confused me as I would never of considered myself gay. Sheri reached around to grab & stroke my cock, "how doe's that feel?," she asked, I didn't want to confess it felt good. She gripped harder and said, "you can't keep any secret from your illuminator. If I ask you something, you answer it. If I tell you to do something you do it." I took my mouth off my arm only to say 'good,' and then she started jerking my cock and fucking my ass faster. I came all over her car tire, but she kept going on me. She didn't heed my requests to stop until she milked my cock once more. She told me, "no secrets. Always be ready for anything," and left, leaving my cock and ass numb long after she left.

As soon as she was gone I cursed myself for not asking for more food, but then found a bag of 6 more sandwiches in my fridge. At least the consequent stomache ache took my mind off my throbbing ass for the night. The next day sheri never showed, and I would come to learn that after each job we would get a break. She would always tell me about the difficulties of the job, and the necessity of the breaks. I'd have to say that the first job is always the most traumatizing, even after killing ashley's pseudo-father; the next few were no easier either. The only eagerness I ever felt towards the work I was doing was for the sex afterwards, the slow gaining of personal freedoms, and especially towards getting my girls back.