A Religious Experience

Toni tried to put John out of her mind; her baptism was one more wedge between the spouses, one more reason why she was angry at John for refusing to accept Reverend Holland's teachings and faith. As Toni's mind went back to the present, she realized she was now on her knees and the Reverend was praying over her; both hands on her head as he looked down upon her face; his eyes piercing her soul.

The Reverend opened his robe to reveal his nakedness. His cock wasn't hard yet, but he knew it would be within the next few minutes; just as soon as those lush lips were wrapped around it.

"Toni; you have agreed to become a member of our flock. Are you ready to join us in our service to the lord? Are you willing to show your love to this holy house by giving yourself to his humble servant and his voice here on Earth?"

Toni was confused, how does sucking Reverend Holland's cock have anything to do with receiving the sacrament of baptism? But recognizing her nativity in such matters, opened her mouth and swallowed the still soft cock right down to the Reverend's pubic bone. As the cock hardened and grew, Toni couldn't keep it all in her mouth; as it reached the back of her throat, she began to gag. Holland wasn't having any of it, he pulled her forward by gripping the back of her head.

A couple of the women witnessing this act knew from first-hand experience what Toni was suffering, Holland demanded nothing but a full deep throat blow job. Luckily, Holland was also known to be a quick trigger and the act never took more than a minute before he'd be shooting his load.

The blow job in the lake was nice; but the coup de grâce came two weeks later; the week John Beck went out of town on business. Holland arranged choir practice on Tuesday night. Ten men and women came that night for this 'special' event. During the service prior to practice, Holland gave Toni the wafer, the 'Sacrament' laced with Ecstasy and a touch of Rohypnol. As Toni began to exhibit the effects of the drugs, Reverend Holland raised his arms to the heavens and sang out, "Do you feel it Toni? Do you feel the Holy Spirit entering your body and washing the doubts away? Do you feel the hand of the lord touching you, warming your womb for the pleasures you are about to receive?"

Toni could feel it. She sensed Reverend Holland close to her as he stepped away from the altar and embraced her. She felt her clothes being removed before being carried into the room behind the apse. Toni had never been in this room before; it contained three mattresses on the floor, two couches, a large easy chair and a strange swing-like contraption that hung from the ceiling.

Within minutes of entering that room, all twelve congregants, including the Reverend, were naked and embracing each other in all manner of combinations. Toni knew some of them were married to each other; but that didn't stop Mr. Jackson from embracing Mrs. Lassken while Mrs. Jackson was kissing Mr. Kelly. Toni didn't have time to see what else was happening in the room because just then Reverend Holland placed his hands on both sides of her head and pushed her to her knees. This was the second time the young wife was forced to suck the Reverend's cock and the Reverend grew harder when he looked down at Toni, with her eyes wide open and her mouth open to receive him.

Holland held Toni's head tight until he came the first time. Tony's natural instinct was to pull back as he filled her mouth with his ejaculate; but Holland wouldn't allow it. He kept her there as he finished and until he grew hard again; only backing off long enough to let her catch her breath.

Fully hard again, Holland pushed Toni onto the empty mattress; this bed was reserved for the Reverend, as was the right to be the first to enter each of Toni's three holes. With Toni on all fours, Holland wasted no time sticking his cock in her vagina. The blow-job helped delay his second orgasm and Holland pumped in and out as he squeezed Toni's ass. Five minutes of pumping and it was time to claim the final prize. Holland bit his own tongue to make his mouth water, then spit the glob of saliva down on Toni's ass.

Holland didn't waste a second; as soon as the saliva hit that brown star, he pulled out of Toni's vagina and stuck is in her ass. There was enough moisture to prevent Holland from ripping her ass; but it still hurt like hell. Toni never allowed anything but a finger in her butt. John had never even suggested anal sex during the nine years they were together; here she was giving it to a man within the first hour they were together.

Holland only lasted another minute in that tight hole. With a grunt he filled her bowels and collapsed on the mattress. Now that the Reverend was finished, Toni was fair game. One by one, the five men took their turns fucking Toni; some fucked her mouth, some her cunt, some her ass. Often, as one man finished and before another could get started, one of the women would come over and eat the cum from Toni's holes.

Toni missed the unspoken command; but at one point she was lifted into the straps of the swing. The swing was lowered until a man underneath was able to enter her ass, the Reverend moved forward and stuck his cock inside her cunt, her head pulled back and a third cock found her throat. A man on each side took a hand and placed it on a hard cock. If Toni could have looked, which was impossible with her head at that angle, she would have seen the series of high-fives the four men on top gave each other; congratulating each other as another woman descended into depravity.

The orgy lasted into the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Toni slept until eleven. When she woke, she was sleeping in a room with just a single bed and dresser. On the dresser was a note. "Get dressed and pick up your son from the Jackson's house. Never tell anyone about last night. You were allowed to receive the Holy Spirit last night. Do not treat this wonderous act of celebration lightly. Share it with no one, not even those who helped fill you with their blessings, only with Reverend Holland may this gift be verbalized."

Toni picked up Jason from the Jackson home. The Jackson's sixteen-year-old daughter had watched Jason last night while the Jackson's had engaged in Toni's initiation. Glen Jackson stood at the table as his wife went to get the boy; Glen had a smirk on his face; but didn't say a thing. Was he waiting for Toni to say something? Was this a test? If it was, she passed because she only said "thank you" while leaving the house with Jason.

That was the first of many 'celebrations' during the next two months. Some with only Holland, some with Holland and another man or woman, a few lasted overnight when John was called out of town. John and Toni's relationship continued to disintegrate until they rarely spoke and never made love. John tried to talk to Toni about their marriage, he suggested counselling; but Toni wouldn't consider any counselor except the Reverend Holland.

One day Toni received a summons to see the Reverend. Reverend Holland asked Toni to take a seat; the expression on his face was as serious as any she'd seen, even when he was filled with the Holy Spirit giving one of his sermons from the pulpit.

"Toni, I'm worried about your soul; but I'm more worried about Jason's soul."

Toni was worried now, too. "Whatever is troubling you, Reverend Holland?" (It entered Toni's mind; but only for a moment – this man has been fucking her for the past two months and she still couldn't address him by his first name.)

"I'm worried because I've come to believe that your husband is either a Papist or worse yet, a Jew. I'm worried that his influence on you and the boy threatens your minds and spirits – mostly the boy's."

"Reverend, John loves Jason. He would never do anything to harm the child. He's allowed Jason to attend Sunday school without complaint."

"I have no doubt John loves Jason; one could argue Catholic and Jewish parents believe they love their children. But; that doesn't stop them from teaching their children to reject Christ and damning their souls to everlasting fire!"

Now Toni was frightened. "But, what can I do? John is Jason's father and even if I leave him, John will insist on visitation. Worse yet, the courts will let him have his son on the weekends, Jason will miss Sunday school." As Toni thought about this, she grew more distraught; her hands were clapped together, tears began to appear in her eyes. "What can we do, Reverend?"

"We must remove the child from his father's unholy influence. Are you prepared to do everything in your power to save your son?"

Toni agreed to do everything and anything she could to protect Jason.

"Then child, let us pray."

Toni fell on her knees to pray. After a few minutes the silence in the room was disrupted by the sound of a zipper. Toni looked up to see the Reverend's cock out of his trousers. Toni leaned forward to accept Holland's offering.

Holland smiled; it wouldn't be long before she would be gone; he'd miss this one, she was so compliant; but McMasters had promised a nice replacement in trade; and McMasters always delivered on his promises. But still, this one was going to be missed, she only needed the smallest encouragement. "Bless you, my child." He filled her throat with his spunk.

That's how, four days later, Toni found herself on a train heading Northeast. She told John she was going to California to visit her half-sister; claiming her sister had sent airline tickets so they could 'reconnect'. John dropped Toni off at the airport on a Tuesday morning and told Toni to call when her sister picked her up in Burbank. John gave them both a kiss and drove to work, never realizing it could be the last time he'd see either of them.

As soon as John pulled away from the terminal, Glen Jackson pulled up. Toni and Jason entered Jackson's vehicle, just as she'd been instructed. Jackson drove away from the terminal and downtown to the Union Station. Jackson handed her the tickets to New York via Washington D.C. and gave her instructions.

"You're taking the train so no one can trace you. Keep a low profile, don't get into conversations with strangers; no sharing names, where you're from, or any personal information. You'll switch trains in D.C. and end at Penn Station in New York. There will be someone in the terminal with a small sign which will read, "Mrs. John Jones", he is your ride to the McMasters' farm. You and Jason are going to love it there."

Jackson handed Toni an envelope.

"Other information is inside with a phone. Use the phone to call John in three hours. If John asks why the strange read out, tell him your battery died and you're borrowing your sister's. Tell him you've landed in L.A. and you're with your sister. Then, turn it off and throw it out so you can't be traced. Did you throw your own phone away like we told you?"

Toni lied; she never could have lied to Reverend Holland; but she never cared for Jackson and it was easy to tell this little white lie. "Yes, I threw it out."

Toni followed every instruction to the letter, except one. She had turned her phone off; but didn't throw it away. She needed to copy her contact list and she had some photos of Jason on it that she wanted to keep. A week later Jason would find the phone, turn it on and talk to his father, if only for a minute.

Chapter Four – John and Tom on the Road

Tom packed a few things in his travel kit and met John waiting at the front door before hopping into the Cadillac; one of the few luxuries the Colonel allowed himself. As they pulled away from the house, Tom remembered his wife's last words before she hung up. "Tom, this is an opportunity to mend the fences between you and John; think before you speak and take it easy on him. Remember; he just lost his wife and son, he'll be messed in the head." Tom knew Sarah was correct, he needed to make this right.

"John, I'll take the first shift driving, you're exhausted. Get some shut eye and I'll wake you in a couple hours."

John almost argued with his old man, which would have started out the trip exactly how all their interactions started and ended. But Tom wasn't the only one hoping to mend some fences, John made the same silent pledge to himself to bite his tongue and get along. So, instead he turned, smiled, "Thanks, Dad." and closed his eyes.

As Tom headed north, keeping the Caddy at seven over the posted speed limit (and still being passed by cars and more than a few semi's), Tom looked over at his sleeping son and hoped he could help him recover Jason and maybe even Toni. Would that make up, even a little bit, for the shit he'd been to the boy? Hardly, but it was a start.

Chapter Five – John and Tom, The Estrangement & How It Began

It was 1980, Thomas Beck was then a Marine captain stationed in the Mediterranean, soon after the Ayatollah took over Iran. Things in the Mideast were even more tense than usual for a long while; especially until the American hostages were released. Seven weeks after returning from a brief home visit for R&R, Tom's first wife, Claudia, wrote Tom to tell him she was pregnant with their third child. Tom was happy to hear the news, Claudia and Tom thought three was the ideal number and one of them would get fixed after the birth.

Tom's happiness diminished considerably six months later when John was born. Claudia claimed the boy was a preemie, born three weeks early. Tom saw the sad looks from the other officers, everybody could count to nine and knew Tom wasn't stateside nine months ago. It also didn't help that John's appearance was so different from his older brother and sister. The wall between father and son began that month. The trouble was, John was Tom's biological son; but it would be twelve years before anyone confirmed it and by then the damage was done.

Tom basically ignored the infant when he returned from his latest tour overseas. At first the slights were easy to miss; like many fathers, Tom never spent much time with any of his children when they were infants, children became interesting when they could walk, talk and use the potty. Tom spent his free time during those first few years with the two older siblings; coaching Tom Jr's basketball and Kelly's soccer teams. The other thing that made it easy for Tom to ignore his youngest son was John being a Momma's boy; clinging to his mother much more than the other two children.

Claudia became concerned around the time of their son John's sixth birthday. By this time it was evident that Tom wasn't spending any time at all with John. It was the same year Claudia was diagnosed with breast cancer. For the next two years, surgery, chemo and radiation became the central focus for the Beck family. Claudia was a fighter; she was determined to live to see her three children grow up. They thought it was beat; but sometimes cancer has a way of ducking down and fooling you. When, after two years of Claudia's first diagnosis, the cancer raised its ugly head again, everyone knew it was just a matter of time. Claudia quit the treatments and within three months, she was gone.

For the rest of his life, Tom will always regret that he let Claudia die while he still thought she had cheated on him and bore a child that was not his. When Tom finally found out, four years later, that John was in fact his biological son, Tom spent over two hours at Claudia's gravesite praying and asking for her forgiveness.

Even after discovering the truth, that John was his biological son, there was by this time too many wedges between the two. John's sport of choice was swimming, something Tom could not understand; it wasn't like watching TJ or Kelly on the basketball court or soccer field. And then during John's junior year of high school, the drugs became one more issue to keep the mutual anger alive.

Any one who studies the emotional toll on a child when one parent rejects the child and the other, loving parent has a long sickness followed by an early death, won't be surprised when the child ends up abusing drugs, rebelling, or having some similar behavioral problems. What was surprising, after all of that, John was able to overcome his addiction, graduate from college, become successful in his chosen career and for years, be a loving husband and father.

In the meantime, right around the time John was kicking his addiction and a senior at the University of Texas, Tom Beck met and eventually married Sarah Hanley, a childless widow in her forties. Sarah was a calming influence on the Colonel, was a wonderful step-mother/grandmother to Tom's two older children and their children; but – like Claudia – had a special warm spot in her heart for the youngest of Tom's children.

John and Tom slowly got to the point that they could be in the same room without a verbal fight breaking out and much of the credit for the armistice was due to Sarah.

Chapter Six – John and Tom on the Road (continued)

John woke up and blinked a couple of times; the Cadi's sound system was playing Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Damn, the stereo in the Cadillac was better than the sound system John owned in his home.

John looked over at his father, "Where are we?"

"About twenty miles south of Montgomery."

"How long was I out for?"

"Just over two hours. We'll pull over in a little bit. I need to take a leak and we'll fill the tank. Want to switch drivers?"

"Sure, I think I need to see how this thing handles."

With the tank filled, they returned to the freeway and headed toward Birmingham.

John broke the silence. "I can see why you like driving this thing; this is a really nice ride."

"Thanks. What are you driving nowadays?"

John smiled, "Remember that Camaro you had?"

"You mean the 67?"

"Yeah; I found one just like it down in Brownsville and restored it."

"An RS or SS?"

"RS. Most of it is stock; but I upgraded the suspension and wheels; and had to drop a 350 engine into it. I couldn't find a 327. Got it running really nice - turns the quarter mile in sixteen seconds."

Tom was impressed, "Sweet."

John knew his dad loved the old Camaro; but wanted to hear about their destination. "Tell me about this friend of yours we're going to see in New York."

"Henry was on my staff during my second tour stationed overseas. He was a very bright officer, so bright that he was recruited by the CIA. I hated losing him. Anyways, we've stayed in touch with each other over the years and last year he came down and spent a week with me fishing out in the Gulf. We had a pretty good time reconnecting. He was going to retire and start working with an ex-girlfriend in her detective agency. I figured since we're headed to New York we might as well get in touch with him and see if his agency can help find your wife and son."

John drove on for another hour in silence. After a while, he spoke again.

"So, Dad; tell me about the picture on the mantle. I was surprised to see I was the only graduation photo up there; none of TJ or Kelly."

"John, I can't begin to tell you how proud I was when you graduated from college. I never thought you had it in you. We got off to bad start, son, and things just went downhill from there. It didn't help when your mom died; and then when you started doing the drugs, I just didn't know what to do. I was at a complete loss; things just got worse and worse between you and me.

"But then you got your act together, graduated from college and Sarah started to tell me how I needed to reconnect. I just didn't know how to do it, though."

There was more silence, just the sounds of another classical piece on the stereo. After about 30 minutes Tom looked over at John and asked, "Can you ever forgive me?"

Chapter Seven – Finding Toni and Jason

Two days after leaving Pensacola and after spending those days trying their best to get along, Tom and John were sitting in the conference room of the Roland-Price Detective Agency giving Hank and Karin the story – t least as much as they knew at this point. Karin and Hank agreed to help find the missing family; and with nothing to do in New York, Tom and John drove up to Connecticut to see Tom's wife, Sarah.