Church of the Cunt

You shall have no other gods before me.

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She looked straight ahead, straight at him, her gaze focused and unfocused at the same time. Acutely aware what's about to happen to her, to her body, to her Cunt her hands were weakly shielding, yet fidgeting to vaguely almost massage. Yet hazy, dreamy, distracted. Her Pastor's hand snaked below her chin, Offering her, a Lamb headed for a culling. He never touched her. Left all the touching to her, to others. That's what she vaguely remembered, anyway.

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All her clothes folded neatly in the corner of the room, she knelt in the wooden pew totally naked. She bent over the back rest, sticking out her ass and crucially making her Cunt available.

Heard the unmistakable click clack of Miss's shoes. She shuddered, all but feeling the first firm snack on her butt. Another, another, two more. Only then the meek soft stroke of her slick nether lips. The only her Cunt was getting through the Initiation.

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Turning over, her Cunt already turned moist. Her body remembered.

That first forceful slap of her naked ass felt like a Loving embrace of her body. Her Pastor pushing her down over the table an intricate massage. There was no point in being gentle now. She was far too gone. The fumbling attempts to line up with her opening a delicate teasing bringing her to the brink of orgasm and back. Just so him spearing her naked Cunt in a single stroke could spur genuine contractions. Her body, her broken Mind knew what he wanted and how to make her justify it to herself.

She felt Loved. Devoted. Useful. He hastily slammed his hips against her bottom, her bare Cunt working to drain him without question.

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She still tried to tell herself this isn't happening while the intent stare of her pixie friend weighed on her very Soul. While she clearly feels the heat, the slickness of her Cunt atop her thigh. Pent up, whether she pulls her mouth up for a passionate kiss or down to offer her perky titties, her own Cunt was a scorching hot pot of Bliss, ready to melt her alive. The pure feeling of Love drowned all the little thoughts of hesitation and wrongness. Her Cunt craved love and her friend was to give her plenty.

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She was watching herself in the mirror every evening now. It helped her understand so much more. She was a hottie. Of course everyone wanted her Cunt. It was so pretty. It deserved to be Loved. Stroked. Licked. Teased. Satisfied. Filled. She understood now why the hell everyone hit on her. All they wanted was her Cunt. All she was was her Cunt. All everyone needed was her Cunt.

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Still telling herself she's just sheathing her privates from his prying eyes, with the flat of her palm already clearly pressing against her mons in a clear if slow rhythm. And her hand sliding upwards, to cup her Cunt, slip just the finger between her nether lips. Getting more and more agitated, Aroused, reckless, determined, lost with every little rub, rub, rub.

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Love thy neighbour, rang through her head, as she offered herself to him like a moderately expensive whore. Her Cunt was already wet, her mind running through everything he could and by all means should do to her.

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Perched on that glass table, perfectly on display, she felt so exposed. A perverse living sculpture. He called her his Beauty. She couldn't do much but wiggle a bit. Even that with some difficulty and pain. Her huge tits smashed against the cold surface now. That's all she accomplished. Everything else is driven by his will.

The faint buzzing in her panties reappeared. It will get stronger. Lodged perfectly in the wet crevices of her Cunt, she couldn't ignore it much longer. The second motor of the toy wedged straight against her overly sensitive clitoris kicked in. One last attempt to escape it, one last muffled plea for help.

He approached her. Only to stroke her hair and shush her. It's okay, he told her. It was not. The relentless inescapable vibration was overcoming her remaining defenses fast. Her Cunt was on fire. Her frantic thrashing turned deliberate rocking pushing her soaked Cunt against the toy. Pulling away. Pushing to. He stroked her still. Let go. Let your Cunt go, he told her. It's the Right thing to do.

That pushed her over. A glorious explosion started deep within her melting Cunt. Another built on top of that. Another. It was horrific and terrific. Stronger than before. In just a little flash of lucidity, she wondered how many more orgasms before he would give her Cunt another brief respite. Still, she wasn't sure she wanted this to ever end. Melting down never felt so inviting.

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Just a couple of well-placed ropes secured her tightly, comfy but woefully exposed. She knew what was coming, who was coming. She saw this before. The Chastening.

Her brain was still hazy from the drugs, but the details were coming back to her now fast. Two of her fingers up her uptight neighbour's hairy Cunt. She's screaming out in pleasure against her gag. She got a proper one, not just taped up. That girl who sometimes babysits for them trying to keep quiet. Quickly losing with three other experienced Churchgoers tending to her perky tits and young Cunt.

People started pouring in the room. All around her. Friends, neighbours. All ready to abuse her waiting Cunt the rest of the night.

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The first moment she saw him standing on her doorstep, her gut tied in knots. She knew too well what was coming.

She will hear that: Aren't you Happy to see me? And she will be all too happy, grinning wide as she invites him in. Her eyes may betray her terror for now. But she will Obey, her Cunt will Obey. Remember the Blessings this brings her. The Bliss she always feels when she Obeys. She merely hopelessly chases that with her lawfully-wed husband.

By the time she presents her body, her Cunt is already soaking through her panties and the defiance within her is well scrambled by both Lust and Piety. She will bend over the bed. She will enjoy this. Her Cunt will.

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She's been playing it over and over in her head all week long. He's going to see her Cunt, touch her Cunt, stroke her Cunt, finger her Cunt, fuck her Cunt, use her Cunt, ram her Cunt, fill her Cunt, breed her Cunt. She masturbated to this, evenings, mornings, lunches, breaks, her eyes shut, mouth hurriedly mumbling… something, her body convulsing to the rhythm of her ramblings, the unsatisfying relief of a quick orgasm coming with the last word like clockwork. Amen.

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With that well rehearsed smile, she was finally satisfied how she looked. Felt pretty. With a tap on Send to all, her right hand shifted just a couple of inches lower. Her fingers curled inward to finally touch her waiting Cunt. She kept smiling, looking at herself in the mirror. Naked. Slutty. Horny. She just glanced at the first replies. Nice tits, you little bitch. Oh, the Church group was so nice. She did have nice tits. Kept the smile. Shifted her right some more. Needed to fill her Cunt more. Looked at herself. The little bitch frigging her needy Cunt for everyone. And they were so nice. She did have nice tits. And needy Cunt, the little bitch.

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She was trying to discern from her friend's face if she should be worried, because this did worry her. They were just goofing off just a minute ago, talking about how her hubby tied her up. Pretty surprised she wanted her to show it but like, why not? It's not like she's gonna fuck her right? It would be just a bit of a fun.

She was fucking rough and surprisingly good with rope too. Felt good to be back like this. Then she taped her mouth shut.

And now met with the glassy stare of hers, her soft stroking zeroing on her privates slowly but surely, fear mixed wit fascination with expectation. She was gonna touch her Cunt the rest of the day. She was gonna make her cum. She was gonna make her Cunt hers and hers only. With her Cunt she's gonna claim all of her. With her Cunt she's gonna make her lose her fucking mind. Make her accept the Truth of what her Cunt needs.

A total fucking nutbag. But one already making her fucking wet.

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How the fuck did she know about her new Church? She did transfer like a month ago and definitely didn't talk about anything like this with her Godless roomie.

I knew it. You know you're not very good or silent touching your Cunt.

What the fuck is she talking about. Yes, she's happier, more energetic. She's got a new Purpose. Yes, she's started masturbating again, like a lot, for her. But usually when she's out, very carefully.

Oh of course you don't know. Heard about this. And right, you must be the worst case. You like totally forget I'm right there. Once you start touching, you just blank out. So I believe if I just finger your little horny hotbox, you fold to me.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

And I have a new Cunt for you to worship all day. Better me than one of the Church boys, no, sweetie?

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They were the worst yet today. Even felt up her bulging tits right there in the Church pews. All throughout the Mass, kept leaning to her, whispering to her what a Cunt she is. Teasing her how wet she is probably. She was. Teasing if she was thinking about fucking the Pastor,their boyfriends, their dads. Her Cunt was. Asking how slutty she will be today. She already fitgeted in her seat to grind against the hard wood.

She really didn't want to ride with them home. Couldn't stop herself from entering the car though. Too wet. Too dazed. Too expectant of the abuse coming her way. Too eager to get lost in their embrace again, hands on her Cunt, stimulated to sweet oblivion. And only in reward, being allowed to lock the tantalisingly sweet juices out of their Cunts, the taste staying with her all throughout the week.

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She recognised Julie's mom, Sally, when she came to. Knew this was their basement. Couldn't link these circumstances to the meek God-fearing woman who took up so much of Julie's time dragging her to yet another boring Mass.

She could faintly smell Sally's Arousal. She could clearly hear her — how Julie chose well, how pretty she is, all that her daughter told her about her submissiveness, her little kinks. Felt betrayed, scared as shit. Felt her eyes on her exposed nipples. But her Cunt was already soiling her still present panties. Expecting, wanting to be destroyed, reminder.

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This was not a sight she expected here at the house of God. All her internal red lights were blinking furiously, alarms blaring. Run away, tell someone your friend is parading her Cunt around here. Just break the eye contact and run. You will not end up below her. Just get up.

Yet she just sinks deeper in the cushions, in her eyes. Her legs cross in a feeble attempt to protect her own Cunt, quickly turning into soft stimulation, clenching her pelvic muscles.