Ellie tried to feel excitement as she watched her father give Ellis the pass code. She tried to believe that this was the moment they'd been waiting for, to escape, but she just couldn't. Ellis had whispered his reasoning to her daddy and Mal's eyes had positively glowed. It was obvious that he liked the plan. More and more she began to worry that Ellis wasn't what he seemed. Every time he built her up, she crashed that much further down until it seemed the only emotions she was able to feel was shame and disappointment. Every time he loved her she would sob through her orgasms, wondering why God had chosen to punish her like this.
Ellis was thrilled. It was the first step in his plan. First he would use the code for a few days to disarm Mal's suspicion. Not for a moment did he think that Mal wouldn't be checking the video every time he opened the door, just in case. He needed to push his trust just a little further. Also there was the problem of the photos and videos. Mal had proof showing Ellis raping Ellie, and if he called in his cop friends then it would be easy enough to claim she was kidnapped. He kept wanting to go back to his original idea of simply beating the hell out of Mal, or even killing him, but that left gaps as well. Donny, Danny, the Professor and Dr. Gall would surely implicate him. Measures needed to be taken first before he could just walk away with his beloved sister.
The week before Mal's retirement had ended, but Mal allowed Ellis to continue working with Ellie on the weekends. This gave Mal the time to go socialize outside the house, and it gave Ellis the opportunity to try and console Ellie. Ellie never told him what went on in the weeks after her father's retirement, but she didn't have to, Ellis got a full report from Mal.
"Ellie is progressing perfectly. I've brought dozens of men into the house, some from the boys' fraternity, some from the online group I have, and she offers herself immediately every time. "Please" and "thank you" for every new pain we inflict on her. We even had another party to replace the ink that wore off of her. I commissioned a tattoo artist to make it all permanent the very next day. Now she's forever marked as the little whore she is! She's more lithe and firm as her diet is mush only and the chores keep her fit. But the best news yet is that the doctor has confirmed her pregnancy! It must have happened right away. We took an amniocentesis to determine the sex and it's a girl. We've begun to torment her with the knowledge that her daughter will be a useless slut as well, sold to the highest bidder. I actually already have a buyer who is paying for her care, so I've got extra income now. This allowed me to bring in a false priest who is mentoring her soul."
Ellie was in the other room, finishing her chores as her father filled her brother in on what he'd missed. Ellis had a project for work and had unable to come to her for three weekends in a row. She'd felt his absence greatly, especially when the priest had come. Recalling the experience, Ellie couldn't suppress a shudder.
Ellie's thin body was already showing a bump at 3 months. The now permanent scrawl on her body was even more excessive on her belly now, stretching with her skin. When she heard the door open, she went straight to the entry way. Hearing multiple footsteps she knew her father had brought a guest. Tipping her head up to greet them she murmured her customary greeting.
"Welcome to my father's home. Please command your every pleasure."
Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the man in the priests robes. He carried a brief case with him and looked at her very sternly.
"Ah, I see, this is a terrible case indeed, Mal. She looks as though she is possessed by some lustful demon."
Ellie shook with fear. It was an idea she'd had before, but had put aside. A medical condition was curable, but a flaw in her soul, not so easy.
"Is there anything you can do, Father Jacob?" Mal asked. "We have been treating her medically and psychologically, but it doesn't seem to be working. She has become more and more promiscuous, even becoming pregnant! And motherhood hasn't reduced her lusts, rather it has increased it. Repeatedly she asks us to fuck her and hurt her, in spite of our telling her how wrong it is!"
Ellie watched as the priest shook his head sadly.
"If she is indeed possessed then I can cure her for certain. If it is her soul that is corrupted, I fear there may be no recourse for it."
Mal nodded, then looked at his daughter who still sat gaping at the two. He was pleased. She had become entirely complacent. She was the perfect slut who asked for everything a man could want and took it as her due. But she had begun to do so without any of the emotions he so enjoyed watching. She no longer seemed to feel ashamed, or afraid. Mal had one more trick up his sleeve before he broke her completely.
"Come daughter, lie down in the living room."
Ellie quickly walked into the living room and lay on her ottoman, arms above her head and legs spread wide, ready to accept any instructions given. She knew what she was supposed to say and do, had done so a great number of times in the last weeks, but the priest made her stutter with hesitation.
"Please, use my body for your pleasures. Command me, master."
The priest set his briefcase on the sofa and opened it. Inside was a carefully crafted kit to simulate the Rituale Romanum; "holy" water that would burn, a cross that would brand skin and of course the book of prayers.
The priest asked Mal to be silent as he began to speak the ritual.
"The Mighty One, God the LORD,
Has spoken and called the earth
From the rising of the sun to its going down.
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,
God will shine forth.
Our God shall come, and shall not keep silent;
