Sacred Pussy
By
Cindy May
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Copyright 2012 Cindy May
The Church of Bathsheba gives young women a sanctuary, but they must work in PR or ‘Pussy Relations’. Sharon and Babs are ‘Handmaidens of God’ and must offer their bodies to churchgoers, and attract more guys to join the church. Religious Cult Sex, drugged sex, gangbangs, forced work as ‘escorts’, stripping, Lesbian sex and hot romance all feature in Cindy May’s expose of cult religions. ADULT
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‘Repeat after me, “I am a virgin, but by taking this sacred money like my sisters at the Temple of Aphrodite, I renounce my virginity and embrace whoredom for the glory of God.”
As Barbara intoned her acceptance of her translation from virginity to being a temple prostitute, Bishop David hoisted up his cassock to reveal that he was naked below the long garment.
His penis was already engorged from the excitement of the service and anticipation of deflowering the virgin Barbara in public. He took his penis in his right hand and approached the end of the altar. Barbara stared at the bishop’s cock.
The bishop intoned.
‘The sword of the shepherd is about to plough a furrow in the untilled field of the handmaiden of God, Jezebel Barbara.’
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Sharon could hear the slap slap slap of a female crotch slamming down on a male groin and the incredibly sexy squelching noises of a wet fuck. She heard Babs whispering.
‘Yes … yes … yes…’
Unless Babs was a first class actress, Sharon decided that her friend was getting off by fucking her own father. From whispers the voice rapidly moved up the tonal scale.
‘Yeah, fuck that big cock up my cunt daddy. Do it, Do it to me.’
‘OK to cum in you baby.’
‘Course it fucking is. Empty your balls in me. Give me the same cum that you dumped in mummy’s cunt eighteen years ago when you knocked her up.’
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‘It’s OK Babs. Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be here for you. We’ll make it together.
‘Ohh God, thanks you, thank you, thank you.’
Babs, the shy one of the two girls, was tearing at Sharon’s robe, pulling the tie and then pushing the robe off Sharon’s shoulders. As Sharon tried to digest this, she realised that she was reciprocating, and had Babs robe down round her waist.
Naked to the waist now, both girls sought one another’s lips and this time Sharon took the lead, plunging her tongue into Barbara’s mouth. Her arms were running up and down her friend’s back, and Babs was doing the same to her. No man had ever touched her with such love or gentleness and she felt ecstatic.
Copyright 2012 (C) All Rights Reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters Places, and Incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Places are fictitious. To the best of my knowledge there is no Belinda’s Nightclub in Cheltenham, nor is there a Church of Bathsheba, although its practices do resemble those of certain religious cults. Any resemblance to any religious group of this name is sheer coincidence. It is all right to read about unprotected group sex and unusual sexual practices, but in the immortal phrase, “You should not try this at home”, as there can be serious medical risks.
Author's note: Explicit scenes in this work of fiction are confined to characters who are 18 years of age or above.
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A Cotcote Chronicles Story
Sacred Pussy
By
Cindy May
Chapter 1
Barbara Chapman lay on her back with her eyes tight shut. If she opened them she knew precisely what she would see. There was a large mirror on the ceiling. In it would be the reflection of the soft white flesh of her naked body outlined by the black bed linen that was used to emphasis the contrast. Four halogen spotlights blazed down from the ceiling to illuminate her.
She was grasping her tits and playing with her nipples, whilst her legs were widely parted. A man was kneeling between her legs, which were resting on his shoulders. If she chose to look in the mirror, she could see his cock ramming in and out of her cunt.
She could feel it, and she could hear the slap-slap-slap of his crotch with its wiry pubic hair against her tender Mons Veneris, and that was more than enough. After the first couple of times when she had watched herself being fucked, she now kept her eyes closed. With a suitable facial expression, guys seemed to think she was in ecstasy from their attentions.
She had met the man downstairs less than fifteen minutes previously, but before they had got to the head of the stairs he had forgotten her name. Theirs was not a long association, nor a very meaningful one, but to judge by his grunts, he was about to ejaculate in her, bathing the insides of her cunt with his semen.
There was no more intimate act that a man and woman could engage in, and it seemed strange that it was about to take place despite such a shallow acquaintance. The guy gave a bellow of triumph.
‘Yeaaah.’
As he did so, Barbara could feel the shaft of his cock throbbing and knew that the sperm that could make her pregnant was being blasted into her cunt close to her cervix. She gasped.
‘That feel so fucking good!’
It was a lie, but Bishop David had told her to show her joy when a guy came in her. As the guy got his breath back, Barbara glanced surreptitiously at the clock. There was still fifteen minutes of his thirty minutes to go, so he would expect her to go down on him.
She could relax for another minute or two, but as she did so, she wondered how it was that in less than six months she had gone from being a respectable young girl from a middle class family to lying on her back looking up at a mirror whilst a complete stranger fucked her bareback.
The story had begun not six months before as you might expect, but almost two thousand five hundred years previously.
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The Greek historian Herodotus (c.484 BC – c.425 BC) wrote:
‘Babylonian Custom compels every woman of the land to sit in the temple of Aphrodite and have intercourse with some stranger once in her life. Many women who are rich and proud and disdain to mingle with the rest, drive to the temple in covered carriages drawn by teams, and stand there with a great retinue of attendants. But most sit down in the sacred plot of Aphrodite, with crowns of cord on their heads; there is a great multitude of women coming and going; passages marked by line run every way through the crowd, by which the men pass and make their choice. Once a woman has taken her place there, she does not go away to her home before some stranger has cast money into her lap, and had intercourse with her outside the temple; but while he casts the money, he must say, “I invite you in the name of Mylitta” (that is the Assyrian name for Aphrodite). It does not matter what sum the money is; the woman will never refuse, for that would be a sin, the money being by this act made sacred. So she follows the first man who casts it and rejects no one.’
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Those words, which formed the preface to the prayer book of the Church of Bathsheba, were emphasised by bold type. They were familiar to every member of the church from the youngest novice to the bishop himself. Herodotus, justly called ‘the father of history’, has been revered by generations of historians. His words had set a sixteen-year-old history student on a voyage of discovery.
Forty-six years had elapsed since David Miller had first read the words of Herodotus, but they remained as fresh in his mind as he stood before the altar on a bright Sunday morning as they had the day he turned the page and found them.
‘Brothers and sisters in God, we are gathered here to ordain a Novice in the Order of the Handmaidens of God.’
The congregation intoned ‘Amen’ in response to Bishop David, the founder of the Church of Bathsheba. The Bishop commenced the ordination ceremony.
‘And it came to pass in the eventide, that King David arose from off his bed, and walked upon the roof of the king's house: and from the roof he saw a woman washing herself; and the woman was very beautiful to look upon.
And David sent and inquired after the woman. And one said, “Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?”
And David sent messengers, and took her; and she came in unto him, and he lay with her; for she was purified from her uncleanness: and she returned unto her house.
And the woman conceived, and sent and told David, and said, I am with child.’
The bishop paused for the congregation to give their response.
‘Praise be to the Lord.’
‘Yea brethren, praise be. David, who was God’s chosen king on earth, saw this beauteous woman, and appreciating that beauty, rightly called her unto him that she should lie with him and conceive a child by the chosen king.’
‘Such are the words of the Bible. Three thousand years separate us from the wonderful day when David summoned Bathsheba to him, and in the love of God she lay with a man she knew not before that hour. Today a beauteous woman has been called before this congregation who are the chosen on the lord.’
‘The woman is a Novice in the church, and like Bathsheba, who was not bodily known unto King David until he took her, the Novice is not bodily known to this congregation until she is taken by them. Like Bathsheba, it is the will of the Lord that she has been called forth to copulate, and ye shall take her in Gods name, just as David took Bathsheba.’
‘Praise be to the Lord.’
Bishop David called out.
‘Send messengers to the woman that she may present herself so that the congregation may copulate with her.’
‘Praise be to the Lord.’
The ‘church’ had founded in 1977 by ‘Bishop’ David, but the building in which the service was being held had been built as far back as 1750 as the Rectory to Cotcote St Mary’s, the parish church to the pretty Cotswold village. A neat two story Georgian house, it had originally contained four ground floor rooms, a kitchen and scullery, and six upstairs rooms and a bathroom.
It was a large house, but would not have been suitable for the Church of Bathsheba, had it not been for the Reverend Ebenezer Shankland. He had been born in 1799 and had come to the parish of Cotcote as rector in 1825. He remained in the parish, as it was a good living, and was generously supported by the Earls of Shipston.
The Rev Shankland also liked the community, and served as rector until his death at the age of 83 in 1882. His two wives, the first passing away during her tenth confinement, produced a total of twenty-one children, necessitating a substantial extension to the rectory which was doubled it in size, one of the rooms being the ballroom which was twice the size of any other room in the house
The ballroom had now become the chapel of the Church of Bathsheba. Where Victorian ladies in stays had once danced to the decorous sounds of the waltz, Novices to the church of Bathsheba, or in other words young women waiting to be admitted as Handmaidens of God, performed the same dance that Bathsheba had been compelled to perform with King David.
Bishop David called out.
‘Oh Lord, Send unto us the Novice that she may copulate before the congregation.’
The Novice had been confined in a Robing Room that was only reached off the ballroom twenty minutes before the ‘service’ began. She had been christened Barbara Chapman just over eighteen years previously, but had a flaming row with her parents and had run away from home.
She was 5 ft 5 inches tall, with a slender figure, small but firm boobs, shoulder length auburn hair and appealing green eyes. She was painfully shy, still a virgin, and incapable of keeping herself out of trouble on the streets.
Being picked up by a pimp and beaten until she was willing to whore herself out was almost inevitable. As it happened she met a different fate. She had been ‘talent spotted’ in Bristol by a male member of the Church of Bathsheba. This was quite common, as male members of the church paid a heavy annual ‘tithe’ for church membership.
If they recruited an attractive young woman who became a ‘Handmaiden of God’, their membership fees were halved and if the girl was still ‘active’ in a year’s time, then half the membership fee would be remitted for the next year. It meant that the male members of the church were on the look out for potential recruits. Homeless girls like Barbara were a good bet.
As with any potential female recruit, Barbara was offered free accommodation in return for light work at the Church. This, her recruiter had told her, would entail making calendars for the church to sell at Christmas. Glad of a roof over her head from a respectable organisation such as the church, Barbara had no hesitation in agreeing.
For six days a week, she sat with other girls for seven hours a day assembling calendars. It was boring work, but not demanding. Although she shared a room with two other girls, she had her accommodation and food provided free of charge through the generosity of the church.
She was told she did not HAVE to attend any of the ‘spiritual awakening’ sessions, but was told it would prepare her for when she had to stand on her own feet. It was clear that the church would be pleased if she did show some interest in its work, so Barbara was happy to oblige. At first the message was innocuous, but gradually the tenor changed.
Within a few weeks, subtle brain washing had convinced the vulnerable girl that in the Church of Bathsheba she had found her true family. Unlike other religions, where censorious church members spent their time looking down on you and pontificating upon sin, the Church of Bathsheba saw life in a positive way.
A girl who had run away from home was not a stupid little cow, but deserving of sympathy. She was misunderstood and needed to express her inner soul. Ordination as Handmaiden of God in the Church of Bathsheba was an honour that could be hers, if she was diligent in her studies.
The use of the word ‘Ordination’ which customarily only applied to the consecration of the clergy, was a deliberate ploy by Bishop David to increase the symbolism of the moment to the young girls who were to become Handmaidens of God.
As a Handmaiden Barbara would not be sent back into the cold world, but could remain in accommodation provided by the church. With the choice of a cruel world outside the church, or the benefits of membership, the latter sounded good. The direction of the instruction subtly emphasised unquestioning obedience to the church that was so caring to you.
Twenty minutes before the start of the ordination service, the details of which had not been disclosed to Barbara, one of the ushers, a pretty blonde called Sharon, had given her a drink of Cola, so she would not feel thirsty.
She had also given Barbara a glass of red wine, citing the wine at the Last Supper. She did not say that the Cola contained Rohypnol, a notorious date rape drug, or that the wine was fortified with vodka. The reason for the Cola was that blue dye had been added to Rohypnol by the makers, when its illicit use to facilitate date rape became known, but could not be seen or tasted in Cola.
In ordinary doses, Rohypnol acts as a sedative. In the higher doses that are needed to prepare a girl for sex, it weakens the victim’s powers of concentration, so that they are physically and mentally incapable of resistance. As Bishop David called out, ‘Oh Lord, Send unto us the Novice that she may copulate before the congregation’, the two ushers opened the door and led Barbara down the aisle to the ‘altar’ where the bishop was waiting.
This was not because there was any chance that Barbara might try to bolt, as she was too sedated for that. It was plain common sense. With her mind clouded by the drug and the dizziness it had induced, she would probably fall flat on her face if they did not lead her by the hand to the altar.
Rohypnol by itself would have had those effects, but alcohol intensified the effects, causing confusion, making lucid thought impossible, and causing amnesia, so that a girl who had been date raped thanks to Rohypnol would be a hopeless witness in the event of any court case. The ushers stopped just short of the altar.
Rather than wearing the conventional sombre Nun’s ‘habit’ that reached from the neck to the ground and left not an inch of flesh on show, Barbara had been given a ‘modernised’ version. Her ‘habit’ or dress finished midway between her knees and her crotch, and the bosom sported a revealing sweetheart neckline.
Around her neck was a wimple, or collar, whilst her hair was obscured by a conventional version of the nun’s headdress. White ‘hold-up’ stockings and black six-inch high heels completed an eye-catching interpretation of a nun’s costume. The bishop looked at her with a sense of anticipation. He inclined his head and spoke.
‘Barbara Chapman, it is by your own wish that you seek to become a Handmaiden of God in the Church of Bathsheba, is it not?’
On effect of Rohypnol was that the victim would agree to whatever was suggested to her. Barbara was so far gone that it was only if the answer was implanted in her mind that she would be capable a coherent reply.
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Barbara Chapman, answer so that the whole congregation can hear you. Are you a virgin?’
Barbara responded quietly.
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Barbara you must speak louder. The congregation is entitled to know if you are a virgin or whether you are a slut that has been with many men.’
‘I am a virgin Your Grace.’
‘Louder, Barbara.’
‘I AM a VIRGIN, Your Grace.’
‘You have never been fucked by a man, Barbara?’
‘No, Your Grace.’
‘Say so that the congregation can hear you that you have never been fucked.’
‘I have never been fucked, Your Grace.’
‘I call on this congregation to witness that the Novice has stated that she is a virgin.’
A chorus of voices responded.
‘We witness it.’
‘Barbara, You understand that the married woman Bathsheba was called unto the Palace of David to lie with the king and to engage in adulterous copulation with him?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘You Barbara have been called to lie on the altar before you, where you will copulate with every male member of the congregation who wishes to take you. Some are married and copulating with them is adultery. Do you understand that you are about to commit adultery with many men?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Is it by your own wish that you offer your body as an adulteress to copulate with every man who desires carnal knowledge of you?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Repeat after me, “I, Barbara, offer my body of my own free will to any member of the congregation here present for purpose of adultery and fornication at their pleasure.”
‘I, Barbara, offer my body of my own free will to any member of the congregation here present for purpose of adultery and fornication at their pleasure.’
‘Barbara, the difference between a virgin and a slut is that a virgin has been foolish and has not copulated. A slut copulates with any man who desires her. Do you understand this?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘A virgin should be ashamed of her folly. Are you ashamed that you have not copulated with men, Barbara?’
‘I am ashamed, Your Grace.’
‘As was the custom in the days of ancient Babylon, every man who desires you today will cast money before you and say, “I invite you in the name of Mylitta”, and you must not refuse to lie with him for that would be a sin. After every man in the congregation has paid to fuck you, will you feel shame, or will you be rightly proud that you are God’s Whore?’
‘Proud, Your Grace.’
‘Say then that you will be proud to be God’s Whore.’
‘I shall be proud to be God’s Whore, Your Grace.’
‘Barbara, you understand from the Bible that when Bathsheba copulated with David, she conceived a child out of wedlock.’
‘Yes.’
‘Barbara it is a condition of being ordained a Handmaiden of God that a novice renounces the use of any form of birth control. Do you renounce the use of condoms now and for all time as being contrary to the teachings of the church?’
‘Yes I do.’
‘Do you have any cervical cap or other device inserted in you?’
‘No, Your Grace.’
‘Can you confirm that you have not taken any birth control pills for at least a month.’
‘No Your Grace, I have not.’
‘Repeat after me, “I, Barbara Chapman, knowing I am about to fornicate with many men, confirm that I am taking no contraceptive precautions of any sort.”
‘I, Barbara Chapman, knowing I am about to fornicate with many men, am taking no contraceptive precautions.’
‘Is it your wish that every male member of the congregation ejaculates in your cunt?’
‘Yes your Grace.’
‘Then say so.’
Barbara replied.
‘It is my wish that every member of the congregation ejaculates in me.’
‘You did not use the sacred word, “cunt”, Barbara.’
‘It is my wish that every member of the congregation ejaculates in my cunt.’
‘When David took Bathsheba in adultery, she conceived, do you understand that?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Do you despise her or admire her for her adulterous copulation and for conceiving the king’s child out of wedlock?’
‘I admire her.’
‘Should the Handmaidens of God in the Church of Bathsheba copulate whenever a man wants to fuck them, Barbara?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Should a Sister be ashamed or proud if she conceives?’
‘Proud Your Grace.’
‘If you conceive as a result of your ordination into the order today, will you be ashamed or proud?’
‘Proud Your Grace.’
‘Turn round and look at the Congregation Barbara.’
Barbara turned and stared vacantly at the congregation.
‘There are over twenty men there Barbara. Is it of your own free will that you will copulate with every one of them?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘If a woman gets fucked by many men, she is promiscuous. Is that not so, Barbara?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Do you wish to be a promiscuous woman, Barbara?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
‘Have you been taught about Jezebel, the painted harlot, in your biblical classes?’
‘Yes Your Grace.’
‘Do you despise Jezebel, high priestess of Baal, or do you admire her, Barbara, as a fine woman and as a role model for women?’
‘A fine woman, Your Grace.’
‘I have decided that on ordination as a Handmaiden of God in the Church of Bathsheba, you will bear the name Jezebel Barbara. Do you swear to be as shameless as Jezebel, so that you do not bring dishonour upon the proud name you now bear?’
‘I swear, Your Grace.’
‘Jezebel was High Priestess of Baal. During Divine service, male priests would fondle her breasts in front of the congregation. Do you desire this to happen to you?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
Bishop David reached out and caressed Barbara’ breasts through the thin material of her skimpy costume, causing her nipples to harden. He hooked the fingers of both hands in the sweetheart neckline of her dress and eased it down so that her boobs popped into view. The bishop rolled her erect nipples between his fingers causing Barbara to tremble.
‘Do you swear that you never refuse to copulate with any brother of the order, and to obey any orders that you may be given to have sexual relations with any other person, whether a brother or not. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Your Grace.’
Chapter 2
The Bishop spoke solemnly.
‘Very well, Barbara, it is time. Disrobe and lie on the altar, where you will be deflowered in front of the congregation.’
Barbara stood there vacantly, not because she had any inhibitions over disrobing before the congregation, but because of her mental state. The two ushers who had led her to the altar were both in their early twenties, one being blonde, the other a brunette.
They were similarly dressed to Barbara, and as she seemed mentally ‘shot’, the blonde unfastened Barbara’s headdress and removed it, the brunette dealing with her wimple. The bishop commanded her.
‘Jezebel, thou Whore of God, take off your dress so that the congregation can fuck you.’
The ushers placed Barbara’s hands on the hem of her dress and helped her lift it above her head. As she was not wearing a bra or panties, the removal of the dress meant that she was naked before the congregation.
‘Whore of God, climb on to the altar.’
The ‘altar’ was actually a medical examination couch that could be adjusted in height and turned on castors to face any direction. As ‘Jezebel’ climbed on to the altar, Bishop David turned to the congregation.
‘The sacred taking of the whore is hallowed in history. David took Bathsheba in adultery and Bathsheba is honoured in the bible. In Ur the prostitutes of the Temple went with any man who gave them money. In 1793 at Notre Dame, a half naked whore was reverently enthroned upon the high altar.’
‘Praise be to God.’
As he spoke, Bishop David placed a 1p coin on Barbara’s right breast, a second coin on her left breast and placed a third coin so that it lay on her cunt lips. He looked at Barbara and said clearly.
‘I invite you in the name of Mylitta.’
‘The historian Herodotus tells us, “Babylonian Custom compels every woman of the land to sit in the temple of Aphrodite and have intercourse with some stranger once in her life. Once a woman has taken her place there, she does not go away to her home before some stranger has cast money into her lap, and had intercourse with her outside the temple; but while he casts the money, he must say, “I invite you in the name of Mylitta.” It does not matter what sum the money is; the woman will never refuse, for that would be a sin, the money being by this act made sacred. So she follows the first man who casts it and rejects no one.” Whore, tell the congregation that you have been paid.’
‘I have been paid, Your Grace.’
‘Repeat after me, “I am a virgin, but by taking this sacred money like my sisters at the Temple of Aphrodite, I renounce my virginity and embrace whoredom for the glory of God.”
‘I am a virgin, but by taking this sacred money like my sisters at the Temple of Aphrodite, I renounce my virginity and embrace whoredom for the glory of God.’
As Barbara intoned her acceptance of her translation from virginity to being a temple prostitute, Bishop David hoisted up his cassock to reveal that he was naked below the long garment.
His penis was already engorged from the excitement of the service and anticipation of deflowering the virgin Barbara in public. He took his penis in his right hand and approached the end of the altar. Barbara stared at the bishop’s cock.
The bishop intoned.
‘The sword of the shepherd is about to plough a furrow in the untilled field of the handmaiden of God, Jezebel Barbara.’
The congregation was now standing up and had edged closer to study the action better. They intoned.
‘Amen.’
The congregation fell silent as Bishop David’s cock head hovered less than an inch from Barbara’s virgin pussy. He stared down at the naked girl.
‘Barbara, repeat after me, “For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful.”
‘For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful.’
‘Amen.’
The two ushers took hold of Barbara’s ankles and pulled her legs up well beyond the vertical, until she was almost doubled up. The position opened her up and automatically lifted her bum from the altar cloth, stretching her cunt and anal orifices. Bishop David enjoyed the look of shock on the virgin’s face as she was bent double and her holes exposed so shamelessly.
Her eyes were riveted on to his engorged cock! A drop of pre-cum was oozing from the slit in the bishop’s cock head as he positioned it against the Barbara’s wet vulva. As he did so, the congregation stared entranced as the bishop anointed the virginal cunt with the first of his secretions, whilst he was in turn baptised in the girl’s wetness.
‘I baptise thee, Jezebel Barbara as thou baptise me with the fluids of life and of God’s love.’
Despite her drugged state, Barbara tensed as she felt Bishop David's penis rest against what had once been so private. Her whole body shuddered as the first cock in her life touched her hitherto unexplored vulva. He pressed forward driving a couple of inches of cock into her, and as he did so, Barbara’s back arched off the bed.
Her green eyes jerked open in shock as she felt the cock head abruptly stop when it struck her maidenhead. Her legs and her feet, which the ushers were holding near her head, kicked out and her body spasmed. The bishop exclaimed.
‘The sign of the virgin! I have touched her hymen! Praise be to the Lord! We shall trample in this vineyard of love.’
The bishop pulled back until just the glans, or head of his cock, was in Barbara’s cunt. He drove forward forcefully.
‘Eeeoooww.’
A piercing shriek rent the air as pain wracked Barbara’s lithe body. She moaned.
‘Ohhh God.’
As Bishop David had thrust into her, he had propelled her body a couple of inches up the altar. As he pulled back, she was drawn back part of the way. The ushers pushed her the rest of the way. The bishop glanced at them.
‘Hold her better.’
The two girls took a firmer grip on Barbara’s body and were assisted by two male members of the congregation who grasped her waist firmly. One of the men glanced at the bishop.
‘She won’t move now, David.’
‘You do the Lord’s work, Simon. Thou shalt take her next.’
Bishop David slammed forward, and an even more piercing shriek burst from Barbara’s lips. The bishop had driven into her more vigorously, and this time her body could not absorb some of his energy by sliding up the altar. The entire momentum had been delivered to her hymen, and she could feel it stretching into a concave shape.
She felt sick with pain, and was sobbing, but the bishop withdrew and rammed forward with brutal ferocity. He bellowed.
‘Yaaaaahhh.’
His grunt of triumph, as he felt Barbara’s hymen rupturing, was drowned out by the most piercing shriek the girl had emitted yet. She could feel the flesh tearing within her as the bishop’s cock slammed all the way home, buried to the hilt in what had been a virginal cunt until just a few seconds previously.
‘Praise the Lord, the woman is deflowered.’
‘Amen.’
As the bishop pulled back, the members of the congregation who were standing close to the altar, including Simon and the two ushers could see bright red blood on the shaft of his cock. The bishop paused with his cock head just within the girl. He glanced at the blonde usher.
‘Sharon, you know what to do.’
Sharon reached forward and scooped some of the blood from the ruptured hymen on to her finger and offered it to the girl’s mouth. When Barbara did not open her mouth, Bishop David snapped.
‘Jezebel Barbara, open your mouth to receive the fruits of your first coupling.’
Despite being drugged, Barbara was still in shock and did not react.
‘Jezebel Barbara, to disobey a commandment from the bishop of the church is a mortal sin. Do you wish to be a sinner, in league with Beelzebub?’
Barbara’s jaw dropped open.
‘Lick the fruits of your first coupling from Sharon’s hand.’
To the rapture of the congregation, Barbara licked away the blood that was on Sharon’s fingers. Someone in the congregation intoned.
‘Praise be to the Lord.’
There was a chorus of Amens. As Barbara was made to lick the blood from her ruptured hymen, Bishop David continued to shaft her. Once again, her back arched off the bed, and Barbara could feel the strange new sensation of a cock stretching her private parts. The bishop’s ball sacks slapped against her buttocks.
Bishop David looked at her. It was always good to fuck an attractive young woman. A new cunt, as in an initiation, was better and if she was a virgin it was better still. Best of all was to deflower a virgin in front of the congregation.
Of the hundreds of girls he had initiated into the Church, perhaps twenty had been virgins. Each public defloration was a moment to treasure, and to look back on with nostalgia in the years to come. In twenty years time he knew that he would still savour this defloration.
With her legs held up to her head by the two ushers, Barbara had been opened up to view far more than if he had rested her legs on his shoulders, or she had been allowed to hold them up herself. From the discomfort on her face, Bishop David suspected her legs must be aching by now.
As her legs had been denied a proper blood supply for some minutes, she would have excruciating pins and needles when they were lowered again for the rest of the congregation to take her, but that was nothing to worry about.
His cock reamed in and out of her and the bishop was thoroughly enjoying breaking her in. Her hitherto virginal cunt had not been stretched by previous coitus, so she was glove tight, and would remain so for the next few guys to fuck her after Bishop David finished with her.
His Grace knew that in the congregation at least two of the brethren were extremely well endowed. He hoped they were reasonably well down the order, so the girl would get use to ordinary sized cocks before she had to take them, but before her ordination was ended, she would have been nicely gaped for future use.
Bishop David felt his balls tighten up and sperm starting to explode down his cock shaft. Sensing he was about to ejaculate in her, he froze, with his cock buried full depth in the attractive teen. With his meatus just a fraction of an inch from her cervix, he bathed the opening to her unprotected womb with his semen. He gasped.
‘Praise be to the Lord. I, David, the servant of the Lord have anointed the womb of this fresh Handmaiden of God with God’s bounty. Let the sacred semen enter her womb and fertilise her as King David fertilised Bathsheba.’
‘Amen.’
Barbara was semi-comatose from the alcohol and Rohypnol she had been plied with. She was distantly aware that she had been stripped naked in public and then had her virginity taken before an audience, but her judgment was so disorientated that it did not register, let alone upset her.
Despite her confused mental state, which precluded any articulate thoughts, Barbara had vaguely grasped that she would be taken by the rest of the congregation from what Bishop David had said to her.
As soon as the bishop withdrew from her bloodied cunt, Simon, who had held her as the bishop had ruptured her hymen, stepped forward. He placed a 1p coin on her cunt, and spoke clearly so that the congregation could hear.
‘I invite you in the name of Mylitta.’
Although she could see and hear him, Barbara felt as if she was an onlooker, seeing distant events darkly. What was happening to her, and the public gangbang she was being subjected to, seemed to be taking place with someone else. She could feel each time she was penetrated, but it had nothing to do with her.
Simon stepped between her thighs and gazed down at the pink tinged cum that was bubbling out of her reddened cunt. Yes, she had clearly been a virgin, but the pink tinge revealed that had been abruptly ended.
Although he had not deflowered her, which is assuredly the greatest pleasure a man can take from a woman, he would be the first man to experience sloppy seconds in a freshly deflowered virgin. That was a far rarer experience, and even more to be relished on account of its rarity. He looked at her sternly.
‘Repeat after me, “For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful.”
‘For what I am about to receive, may the Lord make me truly thankful.’
On the word thankful, Simon plunged his cock into her vaginal passage, the congregation chanting ‘Amen’ as she received her second penetration. He slammed away in her like a man possessed. He closed his eyes, so that the visual sights, however tempting, did not detract from the sensations that were engulfing his cock.
As he did so, he heard a female voice intone.
‘Fuck the Whore of God for the benefit of her soul, Simon.’
He opened his eyes. The speaker had been his wife, Loretta. Like all female members of the congregation she, too, had been ordained in a public gangbang, much like the one that Barbara was undergoing.
Although many wives would feel jealous if they saw their husband fucking a much younger woman, the teaching of the Church of Bathsheba had removed such archaic feelings from Loretta’s mind. She had been the plaything of the congregation, lying on the altar as man after man took her. Now it was her turn to enjoy watching a new cunt being broken in.
The congregation could see that Simon was sweating with the effort he was putting in to fucking Barbara, but her body was bathed in sweat as well. The rank scent of sweat from overheated bodies filled the onetime ballroom that now served as the church. The smell of hard exercise mingled with the even stronger smells of semen and pussy juice.
Barbara could feel the second cock of her life ramming in and out of her and could hear the mesmerising slap of his groin and balls against her naked crotch. Having experienced Bishop David cumming in her, she was better equipped to realise that Simon was close to ejaculating. Someone else who was able to judge that to perfection was Loretta Wakefield. She turned Barbara’s head towards her.
‘Whore of God, the first step in your salvation was to be anointed by His Grace, Bishop David. Tell the congregation that you are thankful for this honour.’
‘I am thankful for this honour.’
‘Bishop David has planted his seed deep in you, and now Archdeacon Wakefield is about to do the same. Tell the congregation of you pride that these two good men should copulate with a whore like you.’
‘I am proud,’
‘Idiot, you are a whore, and you have been honoured by good men taking you, say it.’
‘I am a whore and I have been honoured by good men taking me.’
‘Ask the archdeacon to cum in your cunt.’
Barbara looked vacantly round and her eyes focussed on Archdeacon Simon. She vaguely recalled that he was the second-in-command of the church after Bishop David. In her drugged state it seemed an honour that the two foremost men in the church had bestowed their attentions on her.
‘Archdeacon, please cum in my cunt.’
To most men, being asked by a woman to cum in them will drive them over the top. Archdeacon Simon was no exception, and before Barbara had finished speaking, his cum was jetting deep inside her cunt. The archdeacon called out.
‘Praise be to the Lord that I Simon, the servant of the Lord, have anointed the womb of this sister of our order with the love of God. Let the sacred semen enter her womb and fertilise her as King David fertilised Bathsheba.’
Barbara had now been the recipient of two cum baths, both men unloading near her cervix. If she should become pregnant in the ordinary course of things, a paternity test would decide who the father was, but before the initiation ceremony, Barbara had been required to sign application papers for her ordination. One of the clauses read.
‘I, Barbara Chapman, do solemnly swear and confirm that in the event of my becoming pregnant, that I will not seek, or consent to others seeking on my behalf, a paternity test to determine the father of my child. If I should break this clause or permit it to be broken by others, I agree to punitive damages of £100,000 payable immediately by me to the Church of Bathsheba.’
Archdeacon Wakefield withdrew from Barbara only when he was certain that her spasming cunt had milked the last drop of semen from his ball sacks.
Chapter 3
As the Archdeacon stepped away from Barbara, his balls drained for the moment, the other man who had held her steady for Bishop David to deflower her took his turn. As Preceptor-General of the Order, Reginald Cresswell was responsible for the conduct of the Handmaidens of God.
He was therefore Barbara’s immediate boss, and third in the hierarchy of the church. Like Bishop David and Archdeacon Wakefield, he placed a coin on her bosom and repeated the three thousand year old incantation.
‘I invite you in the name of Mylitta.’
Preceptor Cresswell had decided to explore the girl’s virgin anus. Her cunt was now a sodden mess of fluid from the two men who had cum in her and her own secretions, and cum had dribbled out of her cunt and down her bum crack to her anus.
The Preceptor rubbed the head of his cock in the lubrication that had poured from the girl. He looked at her small puckered anal ring, pink and virginal, and lined his cock head up ready to take her. He touched it, and was amused to see that despite the Rohypnol, Barbara understood what was about to happen.
He could shock on her face. Had she not been drugged, it would probably have been outrage or even defiance, but shock was the most she was now capable of. He lined the head of his cock up with her sphincter.
Her look of shock had given way to a mixture of fear and imploring. As one of the female ushers pressed the head of the Preceptor-General’s cock against Barbara’s anal ring, she shuddered and moaned.
‘Please, I can’t. I’ve never done..’
The usher responded.
‘Silence! Would you defy the Preceptor-General, who guides all the Handmaidens in what is right? To do so is to be a sinner!’
Barbara lapsed into silence. Her mind was in two parts. She had been brought up to abhor anal sex as disgusting and that the punishment inflicted upon the city of Sodom was fitting and right. Those who committed sodomy were beyond the pale and warranted a thunderbolt from the Lord.
On the other hand, the Church of Bathsheba was the spirit of kindness. The church was her family and her future. The Preceptor-General was her guide and mentor. There was no way that he would do anything that was not in her best interests.
If she had not been drugged, Barbara might have been able to think rationally, but independent thought was beyond her. Resistance was beyond her. Having made an unavailing protest based on the remnants of her childhood shibboleths, she accepted that the church must know best.
The usher lined up the head of the preceptor’s penis with Barbara’s tiny anal ring. As Preceptor Cresswell pushed into her, Barbara’s eyes jerked open. Her ass hole was without lubrication, and the Preceptor had not tried to lube up his cock other than rubbing the tip in the secretions that had flooded out of Barbara from her first two fucks. She screamed in pain.
‘Ohh my God, Nooooow.’
The usher intoned.
‘Do not take the name of the Lord in vain, Sister Barbara.’
Barbara shuddered as she had just sinned. She had to accept her pain without complaint. She gritted her teeth as Preceptor Cresswell lunged forward pushing another couple of inches into her anal tube. She grunted.
‘Pleeease! You’ll tear me!’
The congregation could see minute flecks of bright red blood on the preceptor’s cock, so it was clear that he had torn her, and that she was bleeding as a result. She rolled her head from side to side whimpering, but without any intelligible words coming from her mouth.
The ushers now held her firmly, so that she was no longer being pushed up the altar. Reg Cresswell pulled back, with more traces of blood on his shaft as it came into view. He smashed forward driving his cock all the way into her rigidly held body. Barbara screamed in agony.
‘Eeearrrrgh.’
The dark haired usher gave a sharp command.
‘Be silent.’
Barbara was now sweating profusely. Apart from the smells of raw sex, of pussy juice and semen, there was the stench from her bum hole as Preceptor Cresswell reamed in and out of her. To her shame, her public sodomy was accompanied by the sound of continuous loud farts. As a child Barbara had been embarrassed if she ‘broke wind’ in public, but was now farting non-stop in the most humiliating way imaginable.
The preceptor had built up a good pace. Suddenly he grimaced, and with his cock at full depth in her, froze. A moment later Barbara could feel his cock spasm. She realised he was ejaculating in her anal passage. She could feel the heat and wetness deep inside her. Reg Cresswell left his cock in her until he was certain that he had discharged every drop of semen.
He pulled out to the accompaniment of a loud fart, a gust of evil-smelling air, and a trickle of semen that was discoloured by blood and by being mixed with her shit. She felt the hot liquid dribble down her bum cheek
Seeing that the Preceptor had finished, Bishop David raised his hand and made the sign of the cross above Barbara’s sperm slicked and discoloured groin.
‘Hear us O Lord. Thy servant, Preceptor-General Cresswell has Sodomized and anointed thy handmaiden, Jezebel Barbara. The fluids of man and woman have mingled as is right! Praise be to the Lord.’
‘Amen.’
As Barbara lay inert on the ‘altar’, Bishop David intoned.
‘The Holy Book sayeth, “Behold, here is my daughter a maiden, and a concubine; them I will bring out now, and humble ye them, and do with them what seemeth good unto you,… so the man took his concubine, and brought her forth unto them; and they knew her, and abused her all the night until the morning” Is this not so?’
The congregation responded.
‘It is so.’
‘The Bishop, the Archdeacon and the Preceptor now know this woman who lieth before ye. In the Church of Bathsheba, all men are equal, so the congregation shall humble the woman and do what seemeth good unto them, so that they shall all know her.’
The bishop looked round, and his eyes fastened upon a tall man with a grey beard. The bishop addressed him.
‘Brother Ian! The woman was brought unto the church to be saved through your intercession. Thou shalt take her next, if such be thy will.’
As Brother Ian stepped forward, Barbara realised that he was the ‘Good Samaritan’ who had rescued her when she had run away from home. She had no idea that Ian’s reward for introducing her to the church was a remission of a large part of his membership fees, or that she was the fourth woman he had brought into the church.
Like most of the male members of the congregation he was wearing robes rather than trousers. He loosened his belt and opened his robe to reveal his penis. One of the female ushers took hold of his penis and rolled the foreskin back. She looked up at Brother Ian.
‘Dost thou desire to plant thy seed in her womb or in her anus?’
‘In her womb.’
Ian placed the ritual coin on Barbara’s bosom, and repeated the now familiar words.
‘I invite you in the name of Mylitta.’
To outsiders, the incorporation of elements of worship into a Christian service from the days of Mylitta Zarpanit in Babylon, and of the worship of Baal, might seem bizarre. Bishop David explained correctly that all major religions displayed syncretism, or the incorporation of traditions of beliefs into the new religion of beliefs from older creeds.
Christianity was derived from Judaism, and Judaism drew from Egyptian religious traditions, whilst the Ten Commandments bore striking similarities to the code of Hammurabi in ancient Mesopotamia. Whilst the Romans had been willing to tolerate Gods from across their empire, Judaism, with its strident monotheism, had been less tolerant.
Bishop David revealed that Queen Jezebel was portrayed as the epitome of the ‘wicked woman’ in Judaism and Christianity because she was the embodiment of the rival cult of Baal. In order to demean her, a courageous queen who remained true to her faith when her son was brutally murdered, she had to be portrayed as a painted harlot.
Even the bible could not totally disguise Jezebel’s heroic end, defiant to the rebels that owed allegiance to her husband and later to her son. In her last moments, she displayed the courage in adversity that Christians would later be canonised for. With her death, belief in the sacred female had been downgraded in Judaism.
In the early days of the Christian church, the male disciples had been bitterly jealous of the intimate bond between Mary Magdalene and Jesus, and their attempts to sideline Mary skewed the church attitude to women for the next two millennia. As is so often the case, the victor wrote the history books, and the loser was the villain.
Bishop David, by going back to the ancient texts of Mesopotamia, to Mylitta, to Baal and to the Books of the Apocrypha, had restored purity to the Church of Bathsheba. Bolstered with a wealth of historic detail that was undoubtedly true, Bishop David had created a formidable case for his revitalised vision of a Christianity based on love.
Barbara had imbibed this Religious Instruction, but in her befuddled mental state during her ordination as a Handmaiden of God, she was in no position to correlate it to the sexual acts that were being performed with her. The usher guided Brother Ian’s cock into Barbara’s cunt.
With her own lubrication, plus the cum that the bishop and archdeacon had pumped into her, Barbara’s cunt was sodden, and Ian’s cock slid into the slimy hole that the usher had guided it to. In a single thrust he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her cum streaked groin.
Ian pulled back and slammed forward, relishing the sexy sound of his balls slapping against the woman’s body. As Ian built up a rhythm slapping his balls against Barbara’s tender flesh with the regularity of a metronome, another member of the congregation stepped forward.
The blonde usher enquired.
‘What is your pleasure, brother?’
‘I desire to fuck her mouth, Sister Sharon.’
Sharon placed a small stepladder by the side of the altar so that the man could easily climb on to the altar. As he did so, Sharon brushed a lock of Barbara’s hair out of the way. The man carefully positioned himself so that he was kneeling with his legs each side of Barbara’s chest.
He placed a 1p coin on her left boob, and touched his cock head to her right boob, a drop of pre-cum from the meatus or slit at the end of his cock bathing her nipple.
‘I invite you in the name of Mylitta.’
Holding his cock, he offered it to her mouth. Because she was drugged, Barbara was slow to respond.
Sharon commanded her.
‘Open your lips O Whore of God, so that you may take the staff of life of Brother James in your mouth.’
Barbara let her bottom lip drop open and Brother James slid his already hard penis into her mouth. Barbara stared at the cock vacantly, doing nothing. Sharon instructed her.
‘It is the duty of a Whore of God to suck his cock.’
As Brother Ian drove his cock in and out of her cunt, Barbara allowed Brother James to mouth fuck her, for it was clear to the congregation that almost all the effort was coming from Brother James.
One effect of Rohypnol, apart from making the victim cooperative, was to render her sleepy and passive. A girl who had been drugged was unlikely to be an energetic fuck, as her physical and mental faculties were both knocked out. She would not resist, irrespective of what was done to her, but she was not likely to play an active role.
Reducing a girl to compliance took 20 to 30 minutes. There was be a window of opportunity, which could vary from 30 to 60 minutes, when the victim was awake and relaxed about whatever was done to her. During that time she would become increasingly drowsy until she drifted off to sleep.
Barbara was into that period of drowsy acceptance. If Brothers Ian and James were to empty their balls in her, it would be through their own efforts, rather than through any input from her. With a well-fucked cunt, and the sexually charged feeling in the church, Brother Ian had no problems and all too soon he could feel tightness in his balls. He grunted.
‘Christ, I’m gonna cum.’
Bishop David was standing next to the altar, his hand caressing Barbara’s groin.
‘Praise be to the Lord. Anoint the young woman, Brother Ian.’
‘Eeeeaarhh.’
Ian shuddered and stopped moving, his head thrown back, his eyes staring, and his mouth hanging open. It was obvious that he was in the throes of an intense climax. He remained completely still, his twitching penis embedded full depth in Barbara’s cunt for several seconds.
Bishop David cried out.
‘Hallelujah, brothers and sisters, Brother Ian has come in Jezebel Barbara.’
‘Praise be to the Lord.’
As Brother Ian withdrew his softening cock from Barbara’s cunt, Brother James froze with his cock buried deep in Barbara’s throat. He too had an ecstatic expression on his face. The members of the congregation who were close enough could see Barbara’s Adam’s Apple wobbling as her automatic reflexes ensured that she swallowed the cum that Brother James had deposited in her throat.
With Brothers Ian and James satisfied, the next two brothers, a tall black guy called Brother Anthony, and an Indian brother, by the name of Vijay, placed the ritual coins on the teen’s quiescent body, made the usual incantation, and mounted her.
When Brother James required oral sex, Sister Sharon had needed to command Barbara to open her mouth to give him access, but after James had cum in her throat and withdrawn, Barbara had lain vacantly on the alter, her mouth gaping open ready for the next cock.
Brother Vijay slid his brown cock into her mouth as Brother Anthony penetrated her cunt. Once again it was up to the two men to do all the work, as it was clear that Barbara was almost asleep.
With another two successful penetrations concluded, Vijay and Anthony stepped aside and the next two brothers stepped up. As Brother Nathan was about to straddle Barbara’s chest and put his cock in her open mouth, Sharon stepped forward and touched the girl’s face. She looked across at the bishop.
‘Your Grace, Sister Barbara is now asleep. It would not be safe for any more of the brethren to cum in her mouth. When they cum, the semen could easily go the wrong way and she could choke to death on her own vomit.’
Bishop David knelt towards Barbara, lifted her eyelid and nodded.
‘You are quite right Sister Sharon. Well spotted.’
He turned to Brother Nathan.
‘My brother, Sister Sharon is quite right. It would be dangerous to engage in any more oral relations with this fresh young Handmaiden. Vaginal relations entail no risk, so I suggest you take her as soon as Brother Edward has finished in her.
‘Of course, Your Grace.’