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There is an incomparable mix of baby-boys and boy-men bobbing among the audience of potential warm virgin guns. Rarely do they pause for a sip of water, and take no time to notice the shapes of the clouds telling them to look to their own palms for love. However, at this fork in the road they have ceased all protective cynical banter to let a drop of dew settle on a branch. Carlos' cart slows to a standstill at the entrance to room 304. Sweat gathers on his brow and he prepares to clean semen and hollow love from the floor. A Story is in Order[ A girl who was loved in every way she could desire, and some ways she was confounded by, and others she knew were the punishment for. This girl would pass her days by serving her creator whose name was Fred. Her deliverer had long since passed beyond this realm of flesh. Her name was Lula. "Would you like some juice with your eggs Father?" Lula asked Fred on a rather crisp Wednesday morning in the den where she served him his 3 meals. "No daughter" replied Fred. Lula turned and began to leave the room "Wait"  Fred proclaimed and Lula stood stone still. "Come to me daughter" Lula obeyed as she always did, she was a very disciplined obedient girl, or young woman for she had just reached the year of 15. "What do you want?" "Fred begins to unzip his pants and pulls out his ever-punctual penis. "My morning wood is just as stubborn as your mother, soothe it away.". Without hesitation or question Lula proceeded to jack her father off. Then with a harsh hand he pulls her head to suck him, and she does. There's a rudimentary routine in her blow-job. It does not take Fred long to ejaculate onto Lula's hair. A drop graces the floor as Lula heads to the kitchen. "Excuse me" Fred bolts as he puts his member away,  "My seed is on the floor. We both know what must be done" Lula with the same routine goes to the spot of cum, kneels, and licks it up, gets up and goes into the kitchen. Mornings maintained this routine, always. Lunch and Dinner involved further activities many that I will not indulge in the re-telling, but know this, every night The Creator pollinated his subject.  She knew this was at the least abnormal, she had no friends or contact with the outside world, still in her midnight confidences with herself she knew that her relationship with her father was of a peculiar nature. Her first pregnancy was at 10, many more came after. She never saw her children/siblings. They were always whisked away. Beside it all though, she loved Him. The Bible instructed that one was to honor thy mother and father. Her mother gone, her father was the only thing left to honor. Fred, well Fred was no deviant (on the surface). He owned the field of wind turbines that provided power to the  surrounding cities. Thought a renaissance man by the community.  Lula felt she was the harbor of electricity for the land. She saw her regular rapes as a right of passage. Yet, one day she awoke and thought "If I am the harbor for life, why must I obey one physical Man, the only one I owe anything to is God, and I feel that he owes me much more". Call it hormones or just a person coming to terms with the four walls enclosing them. Lula, before she moved from bed, swore to herself that she would confront her Father about their Routine. She sat complacently watching Fred devour his breakfast that morning, for she wanted for nothing and cared for nothing but to witness the final swallow . As he swallows his last bit of Toast she said, wide eyed looking into his grey iris " Daddy when will you grow up and stop wishing I was your wife?" to which he replied "My dear I've had a wife and she drove herself mad with jealousy. She was Jealous of you. I always loved you more than her, so she climbed a turbine and leaped to her Sin" Lula continued "When can I see my Sons and Daughters" asked the 15 yr old soul. " When you can define Splendiforous" "But it's not a real word father" cried our Lula

"Which is why the order of things will stay as they are. Now come and let your Creator taste your flower. No just go on and suck my dick. "  replied Fred. Lula approached her Father as he unzipped his pants and removed his member.Lula took her hair in her hand and swung it to the left of her head and lowered her mouth to his Other Head. As the Shaft slid past her lips she heard the wails of her countless children/siblings, tasted the countless loads of her father's cum in her throat and saw the picture of her Mother, all at once. Without thought or hesitation, she brought her upper and bottom teeth together in a swift motion. She tasted Blood. Fred sat Motionless, Gaping silently in Shock. Lula took his member out of her mouth and firmly slapped him with it. Then coolly "Where are my Children?" Fred now aware of the Medusa he'd raised reached into his pockets and handed Lula a set of Keys. "They're Under the House, I've kept them fed, they believe your mother and theirs are the same. Please believe me Lula when I say that I love my children more than anything in this wide world" He begins to show weakness due to massive blood loss, Lula stands stone faced with his dick in her hand. He goes on "I know that I've done something horrible but I believe God will reward me in the end. You now have the family that you've always pined for. You'll be the mother that yours never was" As Fred finishes his thought, Lula picks up his Knife off the breakfast tray and stabs him in the trachea. As he Chokes on his own blood, Lula takes the Keys and shoves the member into Frank’s mouth. She runs out of the house, around the sycamore and to the small white door that she's never seen the other side of. She Opens it to find 5 Children, gaunt, pale and love-starved. She brought them into the sun and bathed them in the lake and her tears. only 5 could speak. They also had no names. So she named them. The boys were called James,Thomas  and Andrew,. The girls Bethany and Catherine. After the baths, Lula led the Children into the house. Frank's Body still lay in the den, dickless and a knife in his throat. They all Proclaimed "Daddy's DEAD!!!! PRAISE GOD!!!!" See they too knew of Fred. First thing to be done was the dismemberment of the Creator. Lula did it with a hacksaw..  When the last of Frank was packed away into  bags,She looked to her 5 Children/Brothers/Sisters. Steeped in the Creator's blood she felt more helpless with these 10 eyes glancing up to her than she ever did face-down in her pillows under the weight of her father. She Gathered them all into the car in the garage, promising a drive and a view of the world they've never seen. A muffler gets stuffed with socks. All packed in, Lula put the car in reverse, didn't bother to wait for the garage door to open, backed out and drove right past the Dogwood and into the Lake. Underwater, Lula opened the car door and shut it behind her, leaving her children to the Kelp Forest. She reached the shore and stretched her body under the sun. 3 Breaths. She let out a wail and rocks tore into the skin of the back of her neck.The water lapped against her calves and she cried herself to sleep.] Carlos enters the soiled sully hutch of 304, he cleaned the sheets, swept the shards of a swift sexual euphoria into his bin.(Breath)  Then proceeded to  305.