“Sure.” she said, handing me a square. God lit the end for me and I had my first ever puff of tobacco.
“You know,” Lucy said, “I really thought you’d be easier.”
“I told you!” God said smiling at me, “This one is perfect.”
“How many have passed this test?” I asked Lucy.
“This one?” Lucy said, “a little under thirty, I think. The next one usually weeds out the fakers.”
“There are more tests?!” I exclaimed.
“There are seven of them,” Lucy laughed at my face, “and only one person has ever made it all the way through.”
“Who?”
“You’re wearing his symbol around your neck.” Lucy said through a puff of smoke.
“And if you pass all seven,” God said, putting a loving arm around me, “you will be my chosen child. You will be the messiah.”
“And then I’ll convince the Romans to nail you to the cross.” Lucy laughed.
“She’s such a sore loser,” God giggled, “speaking of which…” God said as she turned to Lucy, “pay up, bitch.”
“Do we have to do this now?” Lucy groaned.
“On your knees and spread ‘em!” God ordered as her dress magically transformed into a police officer’s uniform.
Lucy punched out her cigarette and submissively got on the ground, spreading her red, full cheeks to me.
“Deputy,” God said, transforming my clothes into a cop uniform and handing me a pair of cuffs, “restrain the suspect and perform a cavity search for weapons. Make sure your search is very thorough.”
I smiled up at God and handcuffed the devil before pulling her panties down. I pinched my fingers together and smirked at the devil’s terrified and aroused face. It was time for Lucy to get a taste of her own medicine.
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2017 lesbian sex story: God is a Slut – Chapter 2: Rachel’s Darkest Fantasy by White Walls
Genres: Fiction, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blackmail, Coercion, Incest, Lesbian, Male/Teen Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Romance, Teen
This is the second chapter of the “God is a Slut” series, where God and Lucifer (Lucy) gamble with a pure girl’s soul. I use multiple first-person perspectives, which are marked with CAPITAL NAMES.
LUCIFER
“Today, Rachel, we begin the second test.” I said to the mortal, “I just need you to lie on your back and relax.”
We were in a therapist’s office, with cream colored walls, brown carpeting and windows that looked out onto a hellish cityscape below us. I was dressed in a white dress shirt, with a black skirt, black high heels and rectangular glasses. I enjoyed playing the part of the therapist, and was fully committed to the role, though, I did unbutton my shirt low enough to reveal my ample, red cleavage. God was dressed in her usual silk dress with the plunging neckline, and had her golden hair done up in a crowning braid that wrapped around her head, with the rest of her locks flowing freely down her shoulders. Rachel was still in her oversized sweatshirt and jeans, still desperately trying to conceal the curvaceous body she possessed. She had resisted the temptations of the succubi admirably, but this test was a different animal.
Rachel nervously rested her head back on the couch, and God gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed the mortal’s hand.
“I’m going to ask you some questions,” I said to Rachel, “and I want you to answer them honestly. Remember: it is a sin to lie, and God is right there.”
“OK Lucy,” Rachel said, her voice wavering slightly, “I’m ready.”
“Perfect.” I smiled, crossing my legs in a professional manner, “My first question is: when did you first start noticing changes in your body?”
“When I was twelve,” the college freshman said, “I had my first period.”
“And it was around this time that you began to see boys in a different light?” I asked.
“Yes.” Rachel responded.
“And if you can remember, when was the first time you masturbated?” I asked, looking up at her from behind my glasses.
“Uuuuumm” Rachel said, entwining her fingers together nervously, “I think it was when I was fifteen.”
“Wow,” God said, “you held out for a long time.”
“It’s a sin to indulge in your own flesh,” Rachel responded, “forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, sweetheart.” God smiled warmly.
“And did you use pornography as an aid, or were you using your imagination?” I asked Rachel, writing nonsense on the clipboard in my lap to keep up the appearance of professionalism.
“I used my imagination.” Rachel said, “Pornography is sinful.”
“It is?” God laughed, “Where in the bible does it say that? I watch porn all the time, Rachel. You humans are so…creative; I get all my new ideas from it.”
“I know you’re still testing me, my lord.” Rachel smiled, “Rest assured, my will is strong.”
“Moving on…” I said as God gave me satisfied smirk. It seemed no matter what God did or said, Rachel would still believe it was an act to test her faith, which meant God had carte blanche to be the shameless slut she truly was, without worry of swaying Rachel to my side. This little bitch was tough, but this test would surely break her.
“What were you imagining during your masturbation?” I asked Rachel.
“I don’t remember,” Rachel said honestly, “it was a long time ago.”
“Justin Bieber, One Direction,” I listed off the typical heart throbs of early teens, “the athletic kids at school, the bad boys, the druggies, the theatre kids…”
“No,” Rachel said, “I don’t think so.”
“Hmmmm,” I pondered, “well, it was a long time ago, so it’s likely you can’t remember it off hand. I’m going to put you in a hypnotic trance, and we’ll extract the memory from there.”
“Why are you so interested?” Rachel asked.
“You’re first sexual fantasy is the origin of your sexuality,” I explained, “your preferences may change, but everything expands outward from that first dirty thought. After I find that little bit of teenage depravity, I can move deeper until I discover your darkest fantasy.”
“My darkest fantasy?” Rachel asked, “How will this play-out in the test?”
“I am going to make it a reality,” I smirked, “and if you still want to hang out with God’s boring ass afterward, then you pass the test. Now, I need you to just relax, Rachel, just lie back, and don’t think about anything.”
I got up from my chair and pulled the pendulum from my pocket. I had the ability to put anyone in a trance with just a touch of my hand, but I was a slave to theatrics, and I’d seen too many movies where hypnosis therapy worked not to try it. I let the pendulum sway back and forth across Rachel’s eyes. She stared blankly at the pendulum, and I grew frustrated with the lack of hypnosis, and pushed her mind from consciousness with a touch of my hand instead.
“Now that she’s knocked out,” God whispered, “we can do whatever we want to her…let’s draw a dick on her face.”
“You’re mature,” I smiled, “I suppose you’d blame it on me once she found out.”
“And she’d believe every word.” God sniggered.
“Let’s find out what kind of dirty things fifteen-year-old Rachel was thinking about.” I said quietly as I leaned down to Rachel’s face.
“She’s so pure and innocent,” God whispered, “I bet it was something like holding hands with a boy in choir.”
“I’m not so sure,” I smiled, “the bible-thumpers often have some perverse fantasies. That’s what happens when you repress sexuality for so long.”
“We’ll see.” God said confidently, “Go on, ask her.”
“Rachel,” I whispered to the entranced girl, “who were you thinking about the first time you touched yourself?”
“Brian.” The entranced Rachel whispered.
“Oh fuck….” God said. I looked up at her and saw the worry in her face. Whoever Brian was, God definitely didn’t want Rachel to be thinking about him.
“And who is Brian?” I asked, smirking at God.
“My brother.”
I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep from bursting out in laughter. God stared down at Rachel, completely mortified.
“Her brother?!” I hissed between fits of laughter, “Your perfect little human wants to fuck her brother?!”
“She was young and confused!” God insisted through hushed whispers, “It’s like you said: sexual repression leads to weird fantasies; she’s probably over it by now!”
“Rachel,” I whispered, trying to hold it together, “Do you still touch yourself and think about Brian?”
“Yes.” She said whispered.
“Is Brian your darkest fantasy?”
“Yesssss.” She hissed, a small amount of arousal in her voice.
“Lucy,” God said, “don’t do it.”
“Oh, I’m doing it.” I smiled, “We haven’t had a good old fashioned incest fantasy for a loooong time.”
“Lucy, c’mon, the poor girl’s going to be scarred for life.”
“It’s so perverse,” I sneered, “so wrong. Fulfilling a fantasy like this just…burns a spot in the soul. After Rachel gets a taste of her brother, she’s going be begging to join me.”
God didn’t really give a shit that Rachel wanted to fuck her brother; the omnipotent slut often acted out incest fantasies herself. What God was really scared of, was that I was right. Rachel knew her fantasy was depraved, but I was going to make her fulfill it anyway, and once she dabbled in her darker side, she’d turn away from the bullshit path of virtue and have fun with me instead. And the debt God would owe me…let’s just say our lord and savior wasn’t going to be walking right for months. I smirked at God and disappeared in a flash of smoke. It was time to find Brian.
BRIAN
Ramstein played in the background as I packed a bowl of ground bud. I searched my pockets for my lighter and sighed when I realized I’d lost both it, and my cigarettes at the costume party last night. I was bound to have another lighter lying around my apartment somewhere, so I pushed away textbooks and piles of overdo papers looking for one.
“Need a light?” a sultry female voice asked from behind me.
Did I take home a girl last night? I thought, God, I hope it wasn’t Allison again, every time I get too drunk, Allison just swoops in like a fucking vulture.
“Allison, look,” I said as I turned around, “I don’t know what I said to you last night, but-”
This woman was not Allison. This woman was wearing a perfect devil’s cosplay outfit; her skin painted deep red from head to toe, her eyes decorated with golden contacts, her full lips covered in a sheen of black lipstick, and a pair of prosthetic horns protruding from a thick mane of straight black hair. She had a body like I’d never seen curving beneath a…secretary’s outfit? That part was confusing. Either way, I must have hit that last night and been too drunk to remember.
“I’m sorry,” I said, laughing and shaking my head, “I don’t remember your name.”
“Lucy.” she smiled.
“Lucy,” I laughed, “holy shit, you are way out of my league. I don’t know what my blacked-out self said to convince you to sleep with me, but-”
“We didn’t have sex, Brian,” Lucy laughed, “but I’m down for some later if you do me favor.”
“Sure!” I said, a little too eagerly. I must have passed-out before I could seal the deal last night, but Lucy seemed more than willing to give me a second chance. If she needed her laundry picked up or something, I could do her that favor. Shit, I’d damn near do anything to get it in.
“I’m actually a friend of your sister’s,” Lucy said as she sat down on my couch, “and she’s in a rough place right now.”
“I didn’t know Rachel had any friends,” I said, tactfully sitting down next to Lucy, “she’s always calling me from ASU and telling me how lonely she is. Do you go to ASU?”
“I’m done with school, actually,” Lucy said, “can I smoke in here?”
“Sure.”
Lucy took out a pack of Marlboro Reds, which surprised me. Most girls who smoke, don’t smoke something that harsh. Lucy was a bad, bad little devil; I was betting on anal. She flicked her thumb up and a flame shot from the tip. I raised my eyebrows at her cool party trick.
“You’ve got to show me how you do that,” I said, “do you keep a match in your palm or something?”
“I can summon the flame of hell-fire at will.” Lucy smiled. It was a little weird that she was staying in character after the party, but I didn’t give a shit. She could extinguish that square on balls if it meant she’d lick them.
“You were talking about Rachel?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Lucy said, blowing out a smoky shape of a woman bending over (how fucking cool was that?), “Rachel is in hell and needs you to have sex with her.”
“What?!” I yelled. Why is it that the hot ones I bring home are always fucking crazy? This is Allison all over again.
“Your sister, Rachel, is in hell with God, in my therapist’s office, waiting for me to bring you over to have sex with her.” Lucy said in a very matter-of-fact way. This bitch was hot, but not hot enough to ignore the red flags flying from every post of my mind.
“Ooooookkkkaaaaay,” I said, getting up, “you need to leave.”
“Oh, you still think I’m a cosplay slut you met at the party last night?” Lucy laughed, “I thought I dropped enough hints, but apparently, I was too subtle. Why don’t you look out your window?”
“Why the fuck-”
Welp, my hyper-religious parents were right all along. Hell was real, I was a sinner, and now I was being punished. Outside my window was a sea of lava, and billions of naked bodies writhing in torturous…wait, no, they’re all fucking; not so bad after all. I didn’t recall dying last night, but given how much alcohol I remember consuming, my death was probably embarrassing as fuck, and posted on LiveLeak by now. I hope I didn’t shit myself. I definitely shit myself.
“Satan,” I said to the beautiful queen of evil, “did I shit myself when I died? Because I have this problem where if I drink too much-”
“You’re not dead, Brian.” Satan laughed, “you’re just visiting, like your sister. And call me Lucy.”
“Right,” I said, snapping my fingers, “you want me to fuck my sister. I’m not doing it.”
“It’ll only be for a little-”
“I. Am. Not. Having. Sex. With. My. Sister!” I yelled. “End of story! Now take me back to my apartment so I can smoke my bowl in peace!”
“Have you ever seen those movies where someone makes a deal with the devil, and then they get everything they want?” Lucy said, standing up and walking seductively to me, “I can give you anything you want.”
“I want you to leave me alone,” I said, “and not ask me to have sex with my sister.”
“I could give you fortune-”
“Not interested.”
“Fame?”
“Don’t need it.”
“All the women you could ever desire? I could suck your-”
“I can masturbate.”
“Holy shit,” Lucy grumbled, “you and your sister are the two most stubborn fucking people I’ve ever met. I had my fist eight inches up her ass yesterday-”
“I don’t want to hear about that!” I grimaced. “What are you doing with her anyway?”
“God and I make these bets,” Lucy explained, “where God makes a human of pure spirit, and I try to corrupt them. So far, Rachel has passed the first test. The second test is where I find her deepest, darkest fantasy and make it a reality. And you, Brian, are that fantasy.”
“What the fuck,” I said, “Rachel wants to have sex with me?! She’s a fucking Jesus-freak! She goes to the confession box for just thinking about things!”
“And she’s been thinking about you, and what you have between your legs for quite some time.” Lucy smirked, “I guess she suppresses these thoughts so deeply, she won’t even confess them to a priest. But she confessed them to me, Brian. Your precious little sister wants you balls-deep in her virgin pussy.”
“What the fuck…” I said, sitting down on the couch in shock.
“The origin of this depravity lies somewhere in the pages of your history,” Lucy said as she walked behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders, “let’s take a look, shall we?”
A book appeared in my lap, and Lucy opened it. Her hands were delicate, with long fingers and black nail polish. She paged though the book of empty sheets and then stopped.
“Here….” She hissed, “this is where it all started.”
The page came to life in a screen of moving colors and then focused. It was from the viewpoint of my eyes. I was yelling at my parents, pointing an accusing finger at them, and then gesturing to Rachel sobbing on the floor. She was fifteen at the time, and she’d just been caught texting a boy from school. It was nothing salacious, it was an innocuous “hi,” but it was enough for my parents to come down on her hard. I defended her, I stood up for her and tried to explain reason to my parents. I told them they were ruining her, that she’d never function as an adult if they kept treating her this way. They threw her in the closet and screamed passages from the bible at her. I tore her from the closet and punched my old man in the face when he tried to stop me.
That was the last time we ever saw our parents. Rachel lived with me until she graduated high school and went to ASU. I feared that the damage of her youth was permanent, that she’d never escape from the shell our parents put her in. She prayed every day, she followed the word of God to the letter, and she wore a cross at all times, not even taking it off in the shower. She never had any fun, never made any friends, and she barely talked to anyone but me. All I could do was encourage her to be herself and hope that she’d open up to new experiences. And ever since I had dragged her from that hell-hole of a house, she’d wanted to fuck me. What the fuck.
“That was quite the thing you did for her,” Lucy’s voice whispered in my ear, “no wonder she sees you the way she does. You saved her, Brian, and that night, she touched herself for the first time, thinking about you.”
“Get the fuck away from me!” I growled.
“That’s not how this works,” Lucy whispered, her voice a mix of lust and malice, “you see, Rachel’s stuck here until she either passes my test, or fails it, in which case she’ll willingly join me in hell. God thinks Rachel could be the next messiah, and Rachel really pines for God’s approval. If you don’t help me, Brian, then Rachel can’t pass her test, and she’ll stay down here forever, stuck in my therapist office, waiting for you to save her, once again.”
“Jesus Christ,” I exclaimed, “you really are an evil bitch.”
“I’m not so bad once you get to know me,” Lucy laughed as she massaged my shoulders, “God however, God is a piece of work.”
“He gambles with innocent people’s souls,” I sighed, “he sounds like a real old-testament asshole.”
“She, Brian, God is a woman. And she’s not an asshole; she really does try to do good, it’s just…she’s kind of stupid. I mean, she knows everything in the universe, but her judgement is poor, to put it nicely.”
“So, I have to have sex with my sister to save her soul?” I said.
“That’s right,” Lucy replied, “and really put your back into it, Brian; Rachel needs to feel like you’re not just doing her a favor.”
“You are a disgusting person, Lucy.” I said, tilting my head up until our eyes met.
“And once you do what I ask,” Lucy smiled down at me, her hands sliding from my shoulders and tracing down my torso, “you’ll get to see how disgusting I really am.”
RACHEL
I woke up from my trance to see God’s beautiful face smiling down at me.
“What happened?” I asked her.
“You confessed your darkest fantasy to Lucy.” God said, her hand gently petting my hair.
“And?” I asked, “What is it?”
“You…” God said, “You want…to fuck your older brother.”
“What?!” I screamed as I shot up, “No, no, no. No I do not!”
“It’s OK,” God said, putting her calming hands on my shoulders, “it’s a little on the freakier side of things, but it’s not unheard of. I’m not one to judge; I mean, if I had a brother I’d have definitely fucked him by now.”
“It’s unnatural!” I cried, “It’s an abomination, a sin!”
“Hey, honey,” God said, “let’s pump the brakes here, OK? I’m the one who decides what a sin is, and I know you read the bible; there is a ton of incest. I mean, Adam and Eve? How the fuck do you think they got grandkids?!”
“I guess, if the bible says it’s Ok…”
“That’s the spirt!” God said, “For once, telling someone to read the bible was actually a good idea!”
“I know you’re testing my faith-”
“It was a joke, Rachel.” God laughed, “Reading the bible is a terrible idea; I didn’t write that shit.”
“I will remain faithful to your word, even if you try to sway me otherwise.” I smiled.
“Oh,” God beamed and pinched my cheek, “you are just too perfect.”
Lucy and Brian appeared in puff of black smoke. Brian looked more than a little confused, and I hoped Lucy had brought him up to speed on our situation; I didn’t want to be the one to tell him what he needed to do.
“Rachel!” Brian exclaimed when his eyes met me. He embraced me tightly, and I hugged him back.
“Brian,” I said, pressing my face into his chest, “it’s so good to see you!”
“You and mom and dad were right all along,” Brian said as he pulled away, “all of this Jesus bumbo-jumbo is true.”
“Most of it’s actually bullshit.” God said, extending a hand to Brian, “Hi, I’m God.”
“Hi…God.” Brian said, awkwardly shaking the almighty’s hand.
“I take it you’re not a fan?” God chuckled, “Is it because you didn’t believe in me?”
“It mostly has to do with what you and your red friend are asking me to do,” Brian said, scowling at God before turning to me, “Lucy’s full of shit, right? You don’t actually…”
“She’s not,” I said, hanging my head in shame, “I’ve…I’ve always…ever since you…”
“It’s OK,” Brian said, holding me close as I cried into his chest, “Mom and Dad never let you do anything. You were stuck in your room for most of your teen years, when you should have been out with friends and flirting with boys. It only makes sense that you became attracted to the one boy you spent any time with. It’s not your fault, Rachel, it’s not your fault.”
“I’m sorry, Brian,” I sniffed, “I’m sorry you have to do this.”
“It’s alright,” Brian said, pulling my face off his chest, “it’s OK, Rachel. You’re my sister, and I’d do anything for you. I never thought I’d have to do this, but I’ll do it to keep you safe. I love you, Rachel.”
“Oh, my god,” God sniffed as she wiped away a tear, “that was so beautiful!”
“Alright!” Lucy said, clapping her hands, “Enough with the boring shit; let’s get the show started!”
“Can we have some privacy?!” Brian yelled at God and Lucy, “I agreed to do this; I did not agree to a fucking audience!”
“Fine,” Lucy grumbled, “C’mon God, we’ll watch it in my theater-room.”
“Ooooo,” God said in glee, “Can you make popcorn?”
“Yeah,” Lucy smiled, “but soft drinks are seven bucks for a small, and no refills!”
The two disappeared in a cloud of black and gold smoke, leaving Brian and I alone.
“Ok…” Brian said as he looked me over, “I guess…I guess we should start. I wish we weren’t in a shitty therapist’s office but-”
We were immediately transported into a dark room. Purple velvet drapes hung from a circular ceiling that spiraled up to peak, with a heart-shaped red light in the center that illuminated the room in a passionate color. All around us were velvet cloths and pillows, and the floor was nothing but a giant, purple mattress.
“Whoa.” Brian said as he looked around the soft room, “This looks like something I’d see in the Playboy Mansion.”
“You have no more excuses, Brian!” Lucy’s voice yelled from nowhere.
“Goddamn it.” Brian growled.
“Brian-”
“I’m sorry, Rachel,” Brian smiled, “gosh-darn-it.”
“I’ve never…” I said sheepishly, “I’ve never done anything with a man before.”
“It sounded like you had some lesbian fun,” Brian smirked, “you lucky girl, you. I’ll guide you through it, and I’ll be gentle. First thing we should do is get each other ready.”
“Like, kissing and touching each other?” I asked.
“Yeah…” Brian said, looking very uncomfortable, “Lucy, I need wine! Lots and lots of wine!”
“Try not to shit yourself, Brian!” Lucy’s voice laughed as two bottles of really expensive French wine appeared next to us.
“What did she mean by that?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” Brian grumbled as he read the label, “Holy shit, this stuff is worth more than our old house!”
“I’ve never drank wine except for communion.” I said as Brian poured me a glass.
“Well, drink a lot of it,” Brian said, “because that’s the only way I’m going to be able to look past the fact that I’m about to take my sister’s virginity, in hell, because God and Satan like to gamble.”
“Cheers.” I said, and we clinked glasses.
We sat awkwardly on the bed and drank more and more wine. I began to feel really chatty as I drank, and I talked the ear off my poor brother as he somberly drank up his courage. Soon, both wine bottles were empty, and my inhibitions were lowered.
“…and so God, she tested my faith again by transforming into a succubus, and she was so pretty, Brian, and she kept telling me: ‘it’s Ok, Rachel, you can give in, Rachel,’ but I didn’t. I did not give in, and I passed the first test!”
“That is…” Brian said, “one hell of a story, Rachel. I’m glad that all those years of faith have been rewarded. Now…we’re drunk and we’re in a bed; this is usually where things start to happen.”
“What kind of things?” I giggled as I parted my legs.
Our clothes magically transformed as my legs spread. My baggy sweat shirt and jeans were replaced with a skimpy translucent gown, with a bodice that revealed almost all my ample cleavage, and a skirt that stopped just below my ass. Brian was wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers. His tan body was rippled with lean muscle, and covered in tattoos. His brown beard was trimmed down to stubble, and his curly hair was a mess of delightful locks.
“Ok,” Brian said as he took a deep breath, “I think I’m drunk enough; let’s do this.”
BRIAN
There was no denying that Rachel was beautiful. She had perfectly shaped c-cup tits, a thick, juicy ass, and unblemished pale skin that gleamed red in the color of the light-bulb above us. Her brown hair was wavy and framed her beautiful face perfectly. She was the hottest girl I’d ever be with. Still, I could not look past the fact that she was my sister. Even after all that wine, I still didn’t know if I could do this, and my body was not cooperating.
You’re not losing your nerve, are you Brian? Lucy’s voice teased in my mind.
You’re the queen of sin, give me some fucking help here! I yelled back.
Certainly, Lucy laughed, All you had to do was ask.
My dick curved upward in the hardest erection I ever had. It throbbed painfully and pressed against the seam of my boxers. Rachel looked at it with a mixture of desire and fear, and I started to like the way she was gazing at me.
Goddamn it.
Brian, Lucy sneered, I think you want to fuck your sister! You little degenerate.
No I don’t, I growled, You just gave me a skin-splitting hard-on, and I have only one place to put it.
Sure…
“Brian,” Rachel whispered lustfully, “Come over here and kiss me.”
I crawled over to my beautiful little sister. She lied on her back and placed her arms beside her head, waiting for me to initiate. I crawled on top of her, hovering over her until our faces were just inches from each other. Her lips were luscious and parted slightly, her porcelain cheeks were flushed with amorous red, and her eyes were half-mast in expectant bliss, pining for me to fulfill a fantasy she kept locked away for years. And I wanted to. I hated myself for wanting to do this, but I couldn’t deny it anymore.
I lowered my face and touched our lips. She parted her mouth and waited for me to continue. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I gave in to her, and pushed our mouths together. Her tongue reached out for mine, and I accepted it. I kissed my little sister with the burning desire of a man. I pressed my face hard against her own, and sent every emotion I had; the guilt, the shame, and the overwhelming need, into our kiss. She was an inexperienced kisser, an innocent girl who never felt the touch of a man before. She was apprehensive and shy, but I was controlling. She loved it; she hummed a moan of need between my lips, and grinded her thighs together below me. Her pathetic tones of vulnerable femininity awakened the dark part of myself.
I possessively ran my tongue down my sister’s neck. She whimpered and arched her back from the bed, her body begging me to take her. I licked my way to her cleavage, and tore her dress down the middle. She cried out in fear and passion as her naked body was exposed to me. God, she was fucking beautiful. Her pale, full breasts were adorned with perfect, small, perky nipples, and they bounced from her torn bodice in a delicious ripple. I hungrily took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked greedily, pulling the flesh of her bosom between my lips. Rachel moaned and whimpered with gratitude, her hands pushing on the back of my head, willing me to draw from her. I pressed my face forward until the supple flesh of her tit was deformed against my nose and mouth, and I sucked as though I was nursing from her breast.
“Oh, God I want you, Brian!” Rachel cried.
I released her breasts and licked my way down the lines of her abdomen until I got to her pelvis. I traced my fingers through the creases of her thighs as I lowered my head to her depths. Her tight pussy was soaked with need, frothing with her delectable juices and red with passion. Everything else I’d done could be forgiven; the kissing, the nursing, but this, what I was about to do, there was no turning back from this.
Do it… Lucy’s voice whispered lustfully in my mind, Taste the nectar of your sweet, little sister. She wants you to, Brian. She’s practically begging for it.
Lucy’s words were doing something to my head. Every time she spoke, my carnal urges roared inside of me. My inhibitions left me. I lowered my face to my sister’s virgin slit and ran my tongue through it. Rachel shuttered and whimpered above me. She tasted so good. I parted her pedals with my tongue and slid upward until I found her clit. Rachel’s thighs trembled. I licked around her spot, teasing her, bringing her arousal to new heights, until she was begging me to touch her where she wanted.
“Please, Brian!” Rachel cried, “Please lick my clit!”
I ran my tongue flat against her bump, sending a spasm shooting up Rachel’s pelvis. She let out a soft cry and brought her thighs together against the sides of my head. I licked her back and forth, slowly sliding my tongue over her clit in sensual, gradual motions. My fingers moved beneath my chin and traced through her soft, wet pedals. I wrapped my lips around her clit, and pushed three fingers inside her.
Rachel’s body tensed up, her thighs clamping down hard on my head. I rotated my lips and sucked her clit as my fingers pushed deeper. I turned my palm upward and curled my digits until they pressed against her vaginal ceiling, and then I rubbed along her until I got the reaction I wanted. Rachel cried out and gushed her juices into my mouth. I massaged her inner spot as I sucked ardently from her clit, pulling the soft flesh of her nethers outward from her body, sending delightful spasms through her insides. She clenched around my fingers and let out a scream. She came in my mouth, a flowing squirt of sweet feminine juice that tasted of her desire. Her legs quivered and her back arched as a stream of pathetic tones flowed from her virgin mouth. She was ready for me.
I got to my knees and looked over Rachel. She was on her back, her body gyrating in a dance of need; her spine arching slightly, pushing her full, pale breasts outward, her hips swaying and grinding against the bed. Her eyes looked down at my throbbing cock, her expression full of hunger, her teeth biting her lower lip. Her hands pressed against her breasts and ran down the curves of her body, outlining herself for me, presenting me with the bends of her femininity.
“I’m ready…” Rachel whispered.
But I wasn’t. There was still a part of me that resisted, that told me there was still a chance to go back from this. Lucy felt the resistance of my mind, and hissed her venom into my ears.
Look at her, Brian. the devil’s sultry voice whispered in my mind, Look how beautiful she is. Look at the curves of her body, the bust of her chest and the thickness of her ass. Look how she wants you; have you ever seen a girl want you so?
She’s my sister…
Yes she is, Lucy whispered, her voice filled with arousal, and she’s so innocent, so pure, so full of love and devotion to you. You’re her guardian angel, you’re her savior and protector. She’d do anything for her strong older brother.
Please…
You both want thissss Lucy hissed, It’s Rachel’s darkest desire to have you; why not make it true for her? Why not take her and make her your own? We could change her, Brian. We could strip away the layers of righteousness and purity, until all that’s left is the whore she wants to be; your personal little slut. Your own sister, Brian, on her knees for you, smiling up with an adoring expression, and gratefully excepting you inside of her. You thought Rachel was perverted for wanting to fuck her brother, but I can read the pages of your mind. You want her too, but you don’t just want to fuck her. All those years you protected her have made you possessive. You want to own her, Brian, and she wants you to own her. Take her. Make her yours. Transform her sexuality to your liking. Give in to me.
Yes, I said as I surrendered my soul to the devil, I want her for myself. I want her begging for me every day.
Fuck her, Lucy moaned as though she were touching herself, Fuck your little sister, and make her your slut. Join her with me in hell, and have her for eternity.
I looked down at my beautiful little sister. She was lying on her back, smiling up at me with eyes full of love. All the tenderness and warmth left me. I grabbed Rachel’s hips, squeezing the supple flesh of her backside, and grinned possessively down at her. Her eyes widened in fear, and I drove my cock all the way in. Rachel screamed out as I took her virginity in a forceful thrust. Her soft, warm insides contracted around me, resisting me for every inch. God, she was tight. Her back wrenched in a painful arch as my balls slapped against her taint. Her head pushed against the bed and her face tilted as her neck strained in agony.
“Brian!” she screamed, “You’re hurting me!”
“I don’t care!” I sneered.
“Stop!” Rachel screamed, her body twisting to get away. I just gripped her hips and kept driving. This is what she wanted; Lucy told me so.
RACHEL
Brian was breaking me open from the inside. I thrashed and squirmed in agony, trying to get away. He was so tender and gentle before, but something changed. All of the sudden, his expression grew dark, and his loving motions gave way to primal brutality. My insides felt like they were going to tear; every inch of my pussy was being stretched and parted forcefully. I dug my heels into the mattress to push myself away, but Brian just grabbed my calves and spread my legs into the splits. I was completely under his control, with no escape. I screamed out for God to help me.
Shhhhhh Lucy’s voice whispered in my mind, God can’t help you here, Rachel, but I can. Is Brian hurting you, sweetheart?
Yes! I cried, Make him stop!
Why would you want him to stop? Lucy laughed, He’s doing exactly what you wanted. The only reason it’s hurting is because you’re scared, and your body is resisting him. Just relax and surrender to him, Rachel. Let him stretch you open, and soon, he’ll feel so good. The reason he’s so passionate is because he wants you, Rachel. He wants you like you want him, and he couldn’t help himself. Accept him, move your body to him, and love him. He’s yours, Rachel, yours forever.
The idea that Brian wanted me like I wanted him made me so happy. Brian wanted me so bad, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He didn’t want to hurt me, he was just too infatuated with me to resist. I gazed at Brian’s domineering expression, and my heart filled with love. I let myself go, and stopped trying to get away. I relaxed my inner muscles and grimaced through the agony; gritting my teeth as heaves of pained gasps shot through my lips. Tears streaked down my face, and my body trembled, but I stayed in place, waiting for the pain to leave me.
And then it did. The painful stretching of my insides dissipated with each forceful thrust. My womanhood began to soak once again, allowing Brian to slide into me with ease. The agonized tones that burned from my chest fell to soft whimpers. And then it began to feel good, just like Lucy promised. Brian’s cock expanded me beautifully, sending tingles of pleasure though my tender depths. His length reached deep inside me, stimulating the sensitive skin within. His girth rubbed against my clit with each thrust, sending micro-spasms of felicitous electricity into my pelvis. My whimpers rose to moans, and my legs flexed against Brian’s hands. He looked at me, realizing I was no longer resisting him. He smiled, and let me wrap my legs around his waist.
“Oh my god, Brian,” I whispered, “you feel so good!”
“So do you!” Brian gasped, “I’ve never been with a woman like you, Rachel.”
“Keep going!” I cried, “Harder! Break me!”
Brian fulfilled my needs. He stood up, dragging my lower body up with him, and pounded me mercilessly from above. I laid helplessly on my back, gazing up at him driving into my elevated pelvis, my moans of pleasure turning into cries of delight. The brutality of his movements no longer hurt me, but drove my pussy into a chaotic frenzy, sending sharp spasms and jolts of contracting pleasure scorching through my insides. My body lurched up and down as I dangled, my upper back and head pressing into the mattress. I looked up in aroused fascination as Brian’s full length disappeared inside of me, his girth spreading my tender pedals in brutal repetition. Brian moved forward until my hips were above my face. I spread my legs into lateral splits to give him the best angle, and let him drive into my desecrated pussy with wanton abandon. My torso flexed and my breasts smacked against my face with each thrust. My pussy ached with delectable fullness, every drive ruining the sensitive flesh inside me. Our pelvises met in forceful slaps, colliding in a brutal rhythm of lust. Brian’s face was fixed in a concentrative fervor, gazing down at me with possessive desire. I screamed out my pathetic tones, my mouth gaping and my eyes wide in pleasure. Brian was so controlling, so domineering. He was taking me and making me his own; he wanted me like I wanted him! And everything he was doing was making me feel so good.
“Brian!” I screamed, “Take me like a bitch!”
I was shocked that those words came out of my mouth, and said a silent prayer for forgiveness. Brian grinned down at me and dropped to his knees. I spun around on him, smirking devilishly back at him as I bent over and got on all fours. I was amazed at how quickly I’d become sexually devious. In the succubus lair, I’d was helpless and vulnerable, but with Brian, I was becoming enthusiastic and willing.
Brian grabbed my ass and pumped into me from behind, his balls clapping against my clit with each thrust. I backed my ass onto him, shifting my weight to take him as he advanced, and pulling away as he retreated. We met in the middle with a forceful slap, sending ripples of flesh waving from the fat of my ass. The power of our collision drove his cock further inside me, parting my inner folds with brutal drives, sending aching bouts of pleasure through the center of my depths. I screamed in delight with each violent thrust, reveling in the animalistic violence of it. Brian released his grip on my ass and slapped me hard across it. My head jolted up as my back arched. I purred a passionate groan as the sweet sting mingled with the delicious burn of my penetration. I looked back at my brother with eyes half-mast in lust, a mess of bangs covering half my face.
“Hit me again.” I moaned with need.
Brian sneered back at me and brought his hand down again and again. My brow furrowed and my eyes widened. My mouth sobbed a pathetic tone of thanks as I ardently backed into my driving brother. He beat me to the rhythm of our lust, the sting of his blows mixing beautifully with the brutality of my inner-defilement. I cried out again and again, my voice desperate and begging, my whorish tones completely unrecognizable to me. I knew I was falling into Lucy’s temptation, I knew I was moving from the light of God. Brian was my brother, and what we were doing was so wrong, but it felt so good. This could break me, this could make me join the devil in hell.
BRIAN
I’d never seen Rachel like this before. She was moaning and crying as she backed into me like a whore. Her ass was red with my hand prints, and every time I slapped her, I felt her clench around me in pleasure. She loved me hitting her, she loved me fucking her from behind. My pure, precious, innocent little sister was turning into a slut before my eyes. My slut. My own little slut.
I wondered what depths she’d go to for me, what perversions I could introduce to her. We were in hell, she had no place to run, and by the sound of her voice, she’d probably let me do anything.. If only I had my sex toys with me…
I got you, bro. Lucy’s voice said, and a box of toys appeared right next to me.
I pulled out a butt-plug that was probably too big for Rachel. She looked back at it without a hint of fear, she just smiled and perked her ass up as I drove into her cunt.
“I had a fist inside me yesterday,” Rachel laughed through her moans, “I think I can take it.”
“Get it wet for me.” I demanded, holding the plug out to Rachel. She took it in her hand and put the whole thing in her mouth, sucking on it and moving it back and forth as she moaned to the pleasure of my cock. My bible-thumping, confession-box-going, perfect little sister, was sucking a butt-plug for me to put in her ass. Not only that, but her eyes were practically begging me to do it. She pulled the plug from her mouth, a string of saliva shining from her lips. She grinned back at me and handed me the plug, before spreading her ass with one hand. I stared into her puckered, pink little sphincter and pushed the plug in. She shuttered as her rim expanded around it. I watched in amazement and her asshole stretched thin, and then engulfed the plug at the base. She smiled back at me, as if waiting for my approval. I gave her another slap on the ass in response, and grinned back. God, she was a whore.
“Move it in and out of me,” Rachel said through strained gasps, “stretch me open for you.”
I acquiesced her request, and grabbed the plug by its base. I felt her rectum twitching in delight from the other side of her pussy as I pulled the plug out, and then pushed it in. Rachel moaned lecherously, her mouth gaping and her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She backed into me with each advance, keeping her ass perked up for me, clenching around the plug so that is was so tight.
“Do you want to fuck my ass?” Rachel asked. It was fucking surreal to hear my sister say those words. She never cussed, but now she was asking me to put it in her ass. And yes, yes I did want to put it in my little sister’s ass.
RACHEL
I couldn’t believe I just said that. I wanted Brian to think I could be dirty. I knew he was sexually experienced, and I wanted to show him that I could be adventurous too. Still, ‘fuck’ and ‘ass’ were words I shouldn’t use.
Forgive me, God, for the lewdness of my words. I prayed silently.
It’s only me, Rachel, Lucy laughed, and you don’t have to ask for my forgiveness. You’re just being honest anyway, and God loves honesty. I guess you liked my fist yesterday; you little anal slut.
You sure seemed to like mine, I smirked, so I guess it takes one to know one.
I can’t wait to have you on my side, Lucy said lustfully, all the things we’ll do to each other…
I’m not joining you!
We’ll see.
My mental conversation was interrupted by Brian pulling the plug out of my ass. His cock was still driving into my pussy, and it was making me feel better and better every second. I was disappointed that he’d be vacating it, but there was a whole box of toys to keep it occupied while he took me from the wrong hole. Sodomy was a sin according to the bible, but God said it didn’t matter what I did, as long as I resisted Lucy’s temptation afterwards. Besides, I really did like Lucy’s fist in my ass yesterday, and I was curious about what a cock would feel like.
“You ready?” Brian asked as her pulled out of my pussy and pressed his head against my rim.
“Yes!” I cried in need, desperately wanted to be filled again.
“Rachel,” Brian laughed, “I can’t believe this is you.”
“Just fuck my ass!” I begged. Forgive me, God, for the lewdness of my words.
A satisfied smile crept across my lips as I felt Brian’s hardness breaking through the resistances of my rim. I moaned a soft cry that intensified the deeper he went. I was so tight there, and feeling him part my tender insides with his warm rigidity was driving me crazy. I reached back for a toy to pleasure myself with. Brian handed me a vibrator and smiled as he guided my hand between my legs. I smiled back at him and clenched my ass around his cock. He jerked forward in response, letting out a pleasured groan. I lurched with his violent movement and giggled at his reaction. I was making him feel so good, and it was turning me on like nothing else. After this, Brian would always see me as the girl who loved him as a man, and not just his little sister.
I pressed the button on the vibrator as Brian began to thrust back and forth inside me. I pushed the toy hard against me and backed my ass into my brother, my body demanding to be filled as often as possible. Brian groaned and gripped my cheeks firmly, before driving into me with increasing force. The pleasant twitches in my rectum began to grow to delightful shocks of pain and pleasure. He plowed into me with wanton desire, not caring that he was hurting me. I didn’t want him to stop hurting me. The electric pain was mixing with the burning pleasure inside of me, and I could barely keep myself supported upright on my one hand. Anal made me feel so full and stretched, and the mixture of suffering and delight was sending my pelvis into a series of ferocious contractions. I pushed the vibrating toy inside me and rocked back and forth on my knees and supporting hand. Brian brought both palms down on my ass in a synchronized slap, forcing a scream from my gaping mouth, and sending a blast of beautiful stings into my body. I collapsed on my face, helpless to the growing pleasure. My cheek grinded back and forth to the whims of our bodily rhythm, my hands now both driving the vibrator desperately inside of me. I pushed the toy against my vaginal floor and screamed in tearful pleasure as I felt Brian press against it from the other side of me.
“Brian!” I gasped, “I’m coming!”
BRIAN
Goddamn, Rachel was tight back here. She clenched around me with every thrust, as though her asshole were hugging my dick from the inside. And the way she sounded…the screams and pathetic cries were driving me insane. I gripped her thick cheeks with both hands and drove into her at a frenetic pace. I didn’t care that it hurt her, and she didn’t either. In fact, she seemed to love it even more. Her ass jiggled with ripples of fat as I blasted against her, and her pelvic floor stretched and spasmed with each pull outward. Her spine arched and her head rose from the mattress, her mouth screaming a fluctuating stream of lust. I slapped both hands on her ass and spread her wide, and I felt her spasm violently in response. Her pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat that highlighted every twitching muscle in her back. She squirmed as she lurched with my thrusts; her ass gyrating and grinding down my length as her spine wrenched in chaotic curves. I could feel the convulsions inside her telling me she was close.
Come inside her pussy. Lucy whispered in my mind, That’s where she wants it. She wants to feel your seed soak into her womb.
RACHEL
Oh my god, the feeling was driving me insane. Every time Brian pulled out of my ass, I felt my pelvic floor stretch from my body, sending a burst of felicitous spasms screaming through my taint and into pelvis. I pushed the vibrator deeper inside of me, until my fingers were soaked with the juices of my womanhood. I sobbed my pleasure as I felt the rumblings of my orgasm build within me. They rose, and rose, quaking until my insides were churning with scorching ecstasy. Brian grabbed my hand and pulled the vibrator out of me. I was to possessed with my pleasure to stop him, nor did I care to. He pulled out of my ass and rammed his cock through my wet pussy, driving his filthy member into my tender depths. The quaking intensified. My legs trembled and my heat raced. I pushed my hands against the mattress and arched my back, my body acting instinctively to the crescendo of euphoria coursing through it. Brian slammed into me, his pelvis smashing against my ass and lurching me forward with each thrust. I looked back at him with tearful eyes as my gaping mouth quivered and yielded a breathless croak. My eyes trembled and my chest heaved. The feeling built, and built, and then came crashing down on me. I finally found my voice, and all I could do was shriek in euphoric catharsis. The orgasmic wave washed through me, sending an exalted release through every part of my body. I collapsed and panted as Brian thrust one last time, and then blew his hot seed deep inside me. I whimpered pathetically as I felt his nectar seep delectably into my womb. Brian roared his final bouts of lust, and then collapsed on top of me. I savored his smell and the warmth and weight of his body. His seed leaked out from my defiled pussy and pooled between my legs. I relished the feeling of his hot liquid burning pleasantly inside and outside of me. I didn’t know what heaven was like, but I didn’t think it could be better than this.
LUCIFER
“Ooooooh fuck!” God screamed as she came. I panted the last throes of my own orgasm and kissed the almighty passionately. Our clits rubbed together for a few more moments, before I dismounted her and collapsed on the bed beside her.
Rachel and Brian were sloppily making out on the projector screen. God and I had gotten way to hot and bothered watching the siblings, so we decided to fuck each other while we witnessed their depravity. God’s chest heaved in a few more heavy breaths, her magnificent tits rising and falling as she laid in satisfaction.
“I wish I had a brother,” God sighed, “watching those two give in to their bodies, knowing what they were doing was wrong…it’s so taboo, so depraved. I love it.”
“I’m glad you got something out of this whole experience,” I giggled, “because there’s no way Rachel’s hanging out with you anymore.”
“Don’t be so sure, Lucy.” God smiled, “I don’t think you have her yet.”
“Oh, I’ve got her,” I sneered, “and I can’t wait to show you what I’ve got planned for your payment.”
“I’m kind of excited,” God said, biting her lip, “last time I lost…the things you did to me…”
“I swear you lose on purpose,” I laughed, “it’s the only explanation for my two-thousand-year winning streak.”
“I really do try,” God insisted, “and I still think Rachel’s not done with you yet.”
“We’ll see.”
RACHEL
“That was,” Lucy said as she appeared in a puff of smoke, “a wonderful performance; bravo.”
“Hi Lucy.” I smiled to the mother of sin.
“Hey Rachel,” she smiled back, “ready to come chill with me for eternity?”
I didn’t answer. Brian was spooning with me on the bed, his cock nestled between my cheeks and his body pressed against mine. His hands gently tickled my breasts and torso as he lazily lied behind me. It felt so good to feel him like this; next to me, loving me. I didn’t want to leave.
“Why would you want to go to heaven, Rachel,” Lucy said gently as she sat cross-legged next to my face, “when you could be here with your brother forever?”
“Stay with me, Rachel,” Brian whispered behind me, “stay with me forever.”
My heart ached with the desire to give in, to join Brian and Lucy in hell. There was just one thing that was holding me back.
“Lucy,” I said to the devil, “I want to join you, but I have one question to ask you first.”
“What?” Lucy asked as she gently caressed my face.
“What did you do to my brother?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw him change,” I responded, “I saw him start to act differently. Did he decide to love me by himself, or did you corrupt him?”
“I spoke the desires of his mind,” Lucy whispered softly, “I guided him to temptation.”
“So, did he really do those things to me?” I asked as I felt tears forming in my eyes, “Or was it you?”
“He wanted to do those things, Rachel.” Lucy spoke gently as she ran a hand through my hair, “But he needed some help along the way. He really did want you; I’m not making that up.”
“He gave in to your temptation,” I whispered, “not mine. This is all a fantasy; my darkest fantasy come to life.”
“But it doesn’t have to be!” Lucy said, her eyes full of love and promise, “It can be real, Rachel. That’s really Brian next to you, the brother you love. He loves you and wants you as a woman.”
“But it’s still a lie,” I cried, “it’s not really real. He’s your prisoner here, even if he likes it. Brian may have given in to your temptation, but I won’t!”
“Rachel,” Lucy whispered, “on earth, this relationship you have could never last. People would find out, they’d chastise you and break you down. Here, with me, you can live out your heart’s desires without fear of judgement. So what if Brian has fallen from grace? Fall with him, Rachel, and let yourself be truly happy.”
“I can’t!” I cried, “I want to, but if Brian doesn’t choose me by himself, I can’t force him to stay with me like this!”
“You know when I release him from here,” Lucy said, “he won’t feel the same about you.”
“Wipe his memory,” I sobbed, “don’t make him live the rest of his life with this on his conscience.”
“OK Rachel,” Lucy said, petting my hair as she gazed down at me with an admiring smile, “I can do that for you. God was right: you really are special.”
I felt Brian’s warmth leave me as he vanished in a puff of smoke. I cried into the mattress, realizing that I would never again feel his love like I had. Lucy tenderly traced her hands on my cheeks, whispering loving tones into my ear. She picked me up and held me in her arms, rocking back and forth as I sobbed.
“I know these tests can be cruel, Rachel,” Lucy whispered, “but you’re a strong woman. You’ll bounce back from this, and be ready for the next challenge tomorrow. And Rachel,” Lucy said, tipping my head up so our gazes met, “if you fall into my temptation, I will bring Brian back for you.”
“Don’t!” I cried.
“Oh,” Lucy smiled, “you’ll be singing a different tune if you ever decide to join me. If I ever corrupt this pure soul of yours, you will ask me to bring him back, and I promise you, I will.”
“You’ll never get to me.” I smiled through my tears.
“Maybe not,” Lucy said, crinkling her nose as she smirked, “but I’m going to try.”
“Now that you’ve lost this round,” I said, “what do you owe God?”
“Our wonderful and savior has this caged mechanism she’s wants to test out,” Lucy grimaced, “and I will be her lab rat in this experiment. There’s like, ten dildos on corkscrews; it’s going to be painful.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” I sneered, “I can’t wait to see you inside it.”
“Actually,” God’s angelic voice interrupted us as she appeared, “I have a different proposal for Lucy.”
BRIAN
Ramstein played in the background as I packed a bowl of ground bud. I searched my pockets for my lighter and sighed when I realized I’d lost both it, and my cigarettes at the costume party last night. I was bound to have another lighter lying around my apartment somewhere, so I pushed away textbooks and piles of overdo papers looking for one.
“Need a light?” a sultry female voice asked from behind me.
Did I take home a girl last night? I thought, God, I hope it wasn’t Allison again, every time I get too drunk, Allison just swoops in like a fucking vulture.
“Allison, look,” I said as I turned around, “I don’t know what I said to you last night, but-”
“I’m not Allison,” the cosplaying devil whispered as she pressed her body to mine, “my name’s Lucy, and you were too drunk to fuck me last night. I’m sexually frustrated, down for anything, and I want you inside me now.”
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2017 lesbian sex story: God is a Slut – Chapter 3: Getting in Touch With Your Masculine Side by White Walls
Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Body modification, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Lactation, Spanking, Teen, Transgendered
This is the third installment of my God is a Slut series. If shemales aren’t your thing, I wouldn’t read it. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that person’s perspective.
LUCIFER
Rachel, God and I were sitting naked in a hot tub, enjoying the scenery the underworld had to offer. I felt guilty about putting the poor mortal through emotional trauma when I tempted her with an eternal sibling romance, so I decided a spa day would be nice before her next test. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on her wet, pale breasts. Rachel was oblivious to my staring, but God caught me. She scooted next to Rachel and wrapped an arm around the mortal, before giving me a little smirk. Rachel misread the situation entirely, and snuggled into God’s arm like a daughter in her mother’s. God pet Rachel’s head lovingly, though I saw the possessiveness in her touch. Rachel was a prize, and for now, God was the one holding the trophy, and she had to qualms with lauding my defeat over me.
“How was Brian, Lucy?” God smirked at me.
“I knew you’d do something,” I smiled back, “I knew I was getting off way too easy when you changed my debt from mechanized sexual torture to fucking an undergrad.”
“What do you mean?” Rachel asked, staring up at God’s beautiful face.
“I gave your older brother a little parting gift for his service to the holy cause,” God chuckled, “actually it wasn’t such a little gift.”
“God gave your older brother a nine-inch cock,” I said to Rachel, “and he was just as surprised as me when he pulled his pants down.”
“That was nice of you.” Rachel beamed at God.
“Our god can be so benevolent when she’s trying to spite me.” I laughed, “I bet you’re mad you didn’t get to try out his new plumbing, Rachel; he filled me out so well.”
“He was almost too big for me as he was,” Rachel said sheepishly, still awkward about her sexuality, “I don’t think I could have handled him at that size.”
“I’ll be curious,” I smiled wickedly, “about what size you’ll be in this next trial.”
“Huh?” Rachel asked.
“What size your manliness will be, Rachel.” I smiled as I slid my body next to her, sandwiching her between God and me.
“Ooooo the hermaphrodites?” God said excitedly.
“That’s right,” I smirked, “we’re going to see Rachel’s male side.”
“Hermaphrodites?” Rachel asked.
“Futanari in Japanese,” I replied, “she-males, sissies, pre-op trannies?”
Rachel looked up at me with a confused expression.
“Sweetie,” God giggled in Rachel’s ear, “you’re going to grow a penis.”
RACHEL
“Don’t be so worried, Rachel!” God laughed as we walked down the brimstone path.
“How can I not be worried?!” I exclaimed, “I’m going to lose my gender!”
“It’s temporary,” Lucy reassured me, “and you get to keep your pussy. We just grow that clit out and add some testicles. Of course, it could be a permanent change if you want it to be; all you have to do is join me, and I’ll add a new she-male to my garden.”
“Nice try, Lucy.” I smirked.
“We’ll see what you think after Caitlyn’s done with you.” Lucy smirked back.
“Caitlyn?” I asked.
“She was one of my purest souls,” God said, “but she gave into the temptation of the hermaphrodites. It suits her much better, I think.”
“She’s the queen of the hermaphrodites,” Lucy said, “and for good reason; she’s amazing. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”
“I’m sure I won’t be attracted to a woman with a penis.” I frowned.
“Don’t be so certain,” Lucy said, “and even if you do pass this test, I’ll have all the information I’ll need for the later trials.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’m building a dossier on you, Rachel,” Lucy chuckled, “I want to find out what makes you tick, so that I can alter future trials to maximize the temptation. You’re used to masking your female sexuality; you’ve been doing it since you had your first period. Having the urges of a man will be foreign to you, and you will not be able to hide them from me.”
“Will you be a gentle lover?” God smiled, “Or rigorous and controlling? Will you be tender, or rough? I’m so excited to find out.”
“I assume you’ll be joining us?” Lucy smiled wickedly at God.
“To test Rachel’s faith, of course,” God smiled back, “I need to make sure she’ll stay true to my word.”
“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” Lucy laughed.
“God is all-powerful and almighty,” I said to Lucy, “she has no need to deceive me.”
“You’re such an ass kisser.” Lucy laughed at me.
“She’s a precious little angel.” God beamed back at me. My heart melted at her warm smile. I was sure to pass this test with her at my side.
We continued down the path until we got stopped at a splendid garden. The bushes were trimmed to perfectly uniform heights, and twisted in a hedged maze. The flowers were all bright pink and in full bloom. In the middle of the garden, was a fountain made of stone women pissing into each other’s mouths from large phalli.
“Do you like it?” Lucy asked as I stared at the fountain, “I had Michelangelo make it for me.”
“Michelangelo is in hell?!” I gasped.
“I’m still salty you got him,” God grimaced to Lucy, “the irony of the man who painted the Sistine Chapel, damned to hell, was not lost on me.”
“Hey Lucy, hey God.” A shapely female demon said as she approached us. My mouth fell open when I saw her.
Her skin was deep crimson like Lucy’s, and her face was adorned with high cheekbones, blue eyes and full lips. Her hair was white and buzzed down on the right side of her head, and two small, curved, red horns protruded from beneath it. Her scarlet complexion was decorated with golden piercings; hoops in each ear, a gauge in each nipple with a connecting chain between them, and a trail of golden dots that extended down the line of her abdomen and encircled her navel, before continuing in a series of spherical piercings that ran down her pelvis, and up the shaft of her sizeable, red cock. Nestled behind her masculine organ was a set of hairless, smooth balls. Her body was feminine, but well-toned and muscled. I found myself incredibly attracted to her, and I felt guilty for my sinful thoughts.
“Hey Caitlyn,” Lucy smiled before she passionately kissed the hermaphrodite, “this is Rachel.”
“Hi, Rachel,” Caitlyn said sultrily as she walked toward me with a sexual confidence I’d never seen before, “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Not everything, I hope.” I giggled as I nervously twirled my hair and shifted my weight onto one hip.
Oooo, Rachel, God sniggered in my mind, I’ve never seen you preening like this before.
I hadn’t even noticed I was staring flirtatiously at Caitlyn. I abruptly pulled my hand from my hair and stood up straight, and then instantly turned bright red from my awkward transition.
“There’s no need to be anxious, Rachel.” Caitlyn smiled warmly, her voice impossibly seductive, “Come back with me and we’ll get started.”
Caitlyn took my hand in hers, entwining our fingers together and walking me toward the entrance to the hedged maze. Her grasp was firm, but not controlling; she simply beckoned me to walk with her by the touch of her skin, and I willingly complied. I looked back to see God and Lucy following behind us and staring unabashedly at Caitlyn’s thick ass. We walked through the twisting turns of the maze until we were in a clearing. Another fountain stood in the center; this one of a hermaphrodite arching her back in the throes of ecstasy as a stream of water sprayed continuously from her engorged member.
“Have a seat, Rachel.” Caitlyn’s seductive voice softly commanded. I sat down nervously on the stone bench while God and Lucy sat cross-legged in the grass. Caitlyn leaned forward and placed her palms on my knees.
“It hasn’t been lost on me that you want me, Rachel.” Caitlyn smiled down at me, “Your gaze is very telling.”
“I-I’m sorry for staring.” I stuttered.
“Why would you be sorry?” Caitlyn chuckled, “Do you think I walk naked through this garden to avoid the gaze of onlookers?”
“I don’t-”
“Fill your eyes, Rachel,” Caitlyn said, the hint of a moan in her voice, “do not be ashamed of what you desire.”
My eyes greedily ran up Caitlyn’s body. I’d never seen a creature so physically embody sex; it was as though she were designed for that one act. Every curve of her feminine body was exaggerated and vulgar; her breasts and ass were supple and thick, and her smooth cock looked…delicious. The piercings that highlighted her assets gleamed from her in the infernal light, as though she were a jewel shining before me.
“Do you like my piercings?” Caitlyn asked.
“They’re beautiful.” I said honestly.
“I could give you some,” Caitlyn said, “I could make you gleam like a diamond.”
“Desecration of thine own flesh is a sin.” I said, but I wanted to. I wanted to be beautiful like Caitlyn, to walk confidently in my naked flesh, and be the desire of all. I wanted to be this woman.
“I prefer to think of it as accentuation,” Caitlyn smiled, “which is what we’ll be doing to you today. Let’s take off these baggy clothes and reveal the beauty you’re hiding from me.”
I nervously pulled off my oversized sweatshirt as Caitlyn unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my pants. I felt so ugly in her presence, and I was apprehensive to take off my undergarments.
“We need to remove all the clothing,” Caitlyn laughed softly, “there’s no need to be shy.”
I tentatively hooked my thumbs beneath the strap of my panties and pulled them off as Caitlyn unhooked my bra. I was so uncomfortable in my nakedness, especially with this sex goddess in front of me. I crossed my arms over my breasts and my legs over my lap.
“Why are you hiding?” Caitlyn asked as she got on her knees before me, “You’re so pretty, Rachel.”
“No, I’m not.” I said.
“Insecurity isn’t attractive, dear,” Caitlyn smiled, her fingers tracing the creases of my thighs, “confidence is. You should walk in this body with pride, Rachel, not shame.”
Her gentle touch radiated into my tender flesh and loosened my tensed muscles. I cautiously uncrossed my arms and laid my palms flat against the stone bench. Caitlyn’s mouth widened in a warm smile. I smiled back at her as the fear left me, and the arousal took hold. I wanted Caitlyn to see all of me, I wanted her gaze to burn across my body. I wanted her to want me.
“I used to be so much like you,” Caitlyn whispered as she parted my legs, “ashamed of my body, even though I was quite beautiful. When Lucy took me to this place, I thought I was going to be tested with another carnal temptation, but it wasn’t so. The real test, Rachel, is the temptation of empowerment, not lust. I can give you the power to walk confidentially in your flesh, knowing that all want and desire you. Do you want that?”
“Yessss,” I hissed, “I want that…I want to be like you.”
“Then let me help you,” Caitlyn grinned as she showed me the tongue piercing she had just for me, “let me help you love yourself.”
She lowered her face back down, and flicked her tongue across my clit.
I shuttered and let out an involuntary moan. I felt the familiar wetness between my legs, and the blood rush to my nethers; reddening my lower lips and engorging my clit. Caitlyn kept her gazed fixed on mine as her pierced tongue expertly moved across my sensitive bump. She pressed her full lips around my clit and sensually ran her wet, warm tongue along it. I pushed my palms hard against the bench and tilted my head back. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling. She curled her tongue around my clit and sucked tenderly. Her piercing rubbed upon it, constantly stimulating me, intensifying the pleasure to new heights. A purr escaped my parted lips and my legs spread wider, all apprehension leaving me to the feeling of the woman. My palms moved from the bench and ran through Caitlyn’s white hair. I grasped the back of her head and pushed her harder against me. Caitlyn moaned in reaction to my ardency, and she worked her tongue faster. I felt the tingling beginnings of an orgasm rising within me. My purr rose to a humming moan, interrupted only by small gasps and whimpers. Caitlyn didn’t let up on me. She sucked my clit and pulled it gently from my body, enclosing it between her luscious lips. My moan increased to a cry as she played with my soft pubic flesh in her mouth. Her tongue flicked across my consumed bump while her lips softly drew from me. It was more than I could take, and with trembling legs and a passionate scream, I climaxed.
I felt my clit engorge with blood. I looked down in horror to see it growing in Caitlyn’s mouth. The corners of her lips curled in a smile, but that smile soon vanished. My new penis grew and grew, until the girth stretched Caitlyn’s lips and the length began to push against the back of her throat. I cried out in terror and pleasure as my new cock forced a gag from the hermaphrodite. Her eyes widened in shock as I burrowed down her throat. She took me in all the way, pushing her full lips to my base and looking up at me with piercing blue eyes as the rest of my body changed. My soft arms and torso grew toned with muscle, my breasts grew larger, my ass grew thicker and my pale skin darkened until it was a golden tan. Caitlyn kept her gaze fixed in wonderment as my new cock impaled her throat. When my transformation was complete, Caitlyn slowly slid her lips down my length, revealing the massive organ she’d been consuming.
“Rachel,” she said, her voice wavering in awe, “Come with me.”
Caitlyn took my hand in hers and guided me to the fountain. I looked out of the corner of my eyes to see Lucy and God gawking at me. I smiled internally and continued walking with Caitlyn until we reached the water. I looked down into the glass-like surface of the pool and gasped at my reflection. I was beautiful. Every imperfection of my body had been removed, and every good feature had been enhanced. My hair was now white, my skin tan, my eyes piercing blue, my ass and breasts larger and perfectly shaped, and between my thick legs was a long, smooth cock, and a pair of balls.
“Look how beautiful you are,” Caitlyn whispered in my ear, “you could become the next queen of this garden. We could decorate you with gems across this beautiful canvas. Every man and woman would flock to you, worship you, and please you as you wish.”
“And you, Caitlyn?” I asked as I turned my body to her, “would you please me as I wish?”
“Gladly,” Caitlyn smiled as her hands ran down my curves, “if you join me, Rachel, I will worship you like the queen you are.”
“Worship me now.” I smirked. I’d never felt so confident, so sexually empowered. When I moved, I moved with a grace I’d never expressed before. When I spoke, every word I said was assured and confident, without a hint of awkwardness or apprehension. I slid a hand behind the back of Caitlyn’s head and smiled at her. She smiled back, and we moved together.
Our breasts squished together as our cocks engorged against one another. Our tongues entangled in a practiced dance inside our mouths, as though we’d been kissing each other for ages. My hands instinctively moved where they needed to go. I filled my fingers with Caitlyn’s full ass as my other hand entangled in a mess of her white hair. I found myself becoming the domineering partner. Caitlyn tilted her head back for me, and my face moved on top of hers. Our lips sucked gently on each other’s mouths, and our eyes closed in bliss. Caitlyn reached between us and wrapped her cool hands around my throbbing cock. My hand slid from her ass and beneath her upper thigh. I guided her leg to bend at the knee as we gracefully descended to the grass. Caitlyn wrapped her leg around my waist as she stroked my cock, a frothing shot of precum lubing her hand. We parted from our lustful oral embrace and stared with eyes half-closed into each other. A thin smile crept across both of our lips. We were so sexually compatible; every movement one of us made was countered beautifully by the other, as though we knew exactly what the other was going to do. Caitlyn shifted her hips upward and released my member as I shifted my hips down and pushed it into her pussy.
LUCIFER
“It’s like we don’t even exist.” God pouted on the grass as we watched the two hermaphrodites engaging in the most beautiful sex I’d ever seen.
“Why would they care about you?” I laughed, “I might be the lord of sin, but you’re an amateur compared to these two.”
“I am not!” God said, “I’ve been fucking for billions of years!”
“It’s evolution, honey.” I said, “The hermaphrodites were literally built for sex. Now that Rachel’s one of them, she’s got all the right instincts. Why would she settle for you, when she can fuck her equal?”
“Do you think she’ll stay here with Caitlyn?” God asked nervously.
“I actually thought Rachel would pass this test with ease,” I said, “but it appears she has some pretty extensive self-perception issues. All those baggy clothes weren’t just there to hide her beautiful body from the temptations of sin, but to conceal her body because she was self-conscious about it.”
“That was her mother’s fault,” God frowned, “she kept telling the poor girl she was ugly; she thought it would keep her daughter from engaging with boys at school.”
“And now look at her,” I smiled, “the most beautiful creature in hell, and she knows it too. Look how confident she is, how domineering and controlling she can be. Caitlyn is just like her; rigorous, possessive, dominating. These two are going to be at each other forever.”
“Yeah…” God trailed off as she began to touch herself, “do you wanna fuck?”
“Sure thing, honey,” I grinned as slid my body next to her, “let’s see if we can get their attention.”
RACHEL
“Do you like it when I do that?” I whispered through a smirk as I slowly thrust into Caitlyn’s pussy.
“Mmmmmmm, Rachel,” Caitlyn smiled back as her mouth parted to yield moans of approval, “it’s like you were born with a cock.”
“These piercings you have,” I said as I stroked Caitlyn’s member, “do they make it feel better?”
“So much better.” Caitlyn moaned.
“I think I want some,” I giggled, “but I want them on my pussy too.”
“Are you going to stay with me here?” Caitlyn murmured as my full length slid inside her.
“I don’t know, Cat,” I smirked, “you’ll need to convince me to.”
“I think I can do that.”
Caitlyn shifted her weight beneath me. I instinctively rolled with her, until I was on my back and she was straddled across my lap. One of my hands greedily traced the lines of her body; sliding from her neck to her breasts, and lingering there before tracing her torso and hips. My other hand continued to stroke her cock as I pushed my pelvis into her, lifting the red hermaphrodite off the ground. Caitlyn grinned wickedly down at me and drove her hips into a gyrating circular dance. Her muscular abdomen flexed and her breasts bounced as her weight shifted. She grinded on my cock passionately, her tight pussy stirring around me, enveloping me from all sides. Oh, my god, it felt good.
“Ooooh, fuck.” I groaned, no longer caring about using profanity.
“Convinced yet?” Caitlyn giggled.
“Huuuuuuuh,” I breathed a strained gasp, “you are persuasive…”
“I’ll make sure to try harder,” Caitlyn grinned as she leaned on top of me, “I must have you.”
I moved my hand from her hip and pulled the chain that connected her pierced nipples. Caitlyn’s brow furrowed and her smiling mouth fell agape. She leaned back as I pulled, stretching her breasts from her body. Her back arched and her head tiled up.
“Harder.” She whispered.
I began to push into the demon with deeper, faster thrusts as I stretched her breasts further from her chest. Her lustful, gyrating dance changed to a linear drive of passion. She backed her ass on to me as I drove in, and she shifted her weight forward as I pulled out. She sunk her fingers into my bronze breasts and squeezed. Warm milk squirted from my nipples and onto my body. I let out a cry of delight as I was splashed with my own nectar. My new body had so many secrets to discover.
“Do you like that?” Caitlyn whispered.
“It feels so good,” I moaned with a smile, “like I’m coming with my tits.”
“You are,” Caitlyn laughed, “your new body has so many erogenous zones. How does having a cock feel?”
“Soooo good,” I moaned. Every inch of my new manhood felt like it was made with nerve endings, and Caitlyn’s tight pussy sheathed me perfectly. Her wet, warm insides clung to my girth, and she contracted her vaginal muscles around me in pattern with my increasingly violent drives.
“You can come from so many different places,” Caitlyn continued through her moans, “your breasts, your cock, your pussy and your ass. Sometimes, I even come when giving head.”
“I’ve never given head before.” I moaned as I jerked Caitlyn off harder.
“After you make me come from my pussy,” Caitlyn gasped, “you can discover the pleasures of your mouth.”
I let go of Caitlyn’s cock and grabbed her ass with both hands. I spread her wide open and powered into her tight, wet cunt. Caitlyn growled like a jungle cat and pinned my shoulders to the grass, her body lurching back and forth with the power of my thrusts. I felt an urge inside me to dominate and control. The male part of my brain took over, and I gave in to my new instincts. I reached behind Caitlyn and grabbed a mess of white hair with both hands. I yanked her head back, and then licked her from nipple to neck. Caitlyn let out a gasping laugh to the sky as she welcomed my new controlling nature. She fought back with a lurching drive of her hips, sending my full length throbbing inside of her. I loosened my grasp on her hair and cried out. She narrowed her eyes and grinned down as her vaginal muscles flexed around me, daring me to come. I regained control of myself as her hands moved behind me and grabbed my own hair. She forced my head back and plunged her tongue into my gaping mouth. I combatively wrestled with her between my lips as our drives grew more and more impassioned. We moved together in deep, hard grinds, our hips shifting in sync as we did exactly what the other wanted.
Every time I made a move for control, Caitlyn countered it beautifully. I slapped her ass with each thrust, and she pinched and twisted my nipples. I drove three fingers into her tight ass, and she sunk her nails into my back. We writhed in combative pleasure, no one gaining the upper hand, but every move and countermove sending us into a frenzy of rising ecstasy. Our lips stayed locked together as our bodies heaved in lust and glistened with sweat. I felt Caitlyn’s pussy convulsing in spasms while a new pleasure rose from my depths.
It started in my taint and balls; a quaking building of pressure that kept rising. I screamed a muffled moan into Caitlyn’s mouth, and she did the same. Our tongues locked in ardent contest as our bodies began to peak. The pressure in my loins increased, sending aching felicity deep into my pelvis. I drove harder and harder, brutalizing Caitlyn’s soft pussy. She just kept grinding down on me, her lips curling in a smile against mine, as if she was sneering at my attempts to break her. She locked her legs together around my waist and pushed me all the way inside. We rocked back and forth as our hearts raced in our chests. The aching feeling rose and rose, until an unbelievable pressure was bursting from inside me. Caitlyn panted into my mouth, her lips no longer smiling, but gaping as our sloppy kiss broke apart to give way to hedonistic screams. We stared wide-eyed into each other’s quivering, blue irises, and came simultaneously. I shrieked out as I felt all the pressure burst from the tip of my throbbing cock. It coursed through me like an eruption of pleasure that sent my hips driving without my permission. Caitlyn sobbed with teary-eyes as she convulsed on top of me, her body heaving with uncontrollable bouts of pleasure. We stayed together in a frenetic chaos of release, and then collapsed on the grass.
“Oh, my god,” Caitlyn gasped, “you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“I’ve never felt like that before,” I smiled up at her, “it’s like we were made for each other.”
“Hey!” a very irritated God yelled from across the lawn, “Rachel! Remember me?! Your God?! I’m feeling very abandoned over here!”
I glanced over to see Lucy and God licking each other’s pussies. It never ceased to amaze me what depths God would delve to when testing my faith. She didn’t need to do that; I was hardly interested in her at the moment.
LUCIFER
“Did that little bitch just blow me off?!” God hissed as Rachel turned away from her and got on her knees in front of Caitlyn.
“You’re supposed to be eating my pussy,” I said as I pulled my lips from her slit, “not pining for a mortal’s attention.”
“She thinks she’s better than me!” God cried.
“She is better than you,” I smiled, “haven’t we gone over this?”
“Make me a hermaphrodite!” God said angrily, “I’ll show that little cunt what she’s missing!”
“This is just like the succubus den,” I sighed, “you’re going to sabotage your own cause and push Rachel right into my arms.”
“Did I ask for your opinion?” God shot back, “Suck that little clit and give me a penis, Lucy. We’ll see what she thinks about me when I’m balls-deep in her ass!”
“God,” I said, “Rachel and Caitlyn are natural doms, and you’re a natural sub; you won’t be the one going balls-deep in anything.”
“Oh?” God sneered, “I can be a dom! Give me a fucking penis, Lucy, and I’ll show you how domineering I can be!”
RACHEL
I kneeled in front of Caitlyn and stroked her cock, savoring the warm throbbing sensation of her in my hands. My fingers delicately moved along her piercings, causing her head to pulsate with need.
“You just put it between your lips,” Caitlyn said, “and suck.”
“How do I keep from gagging when you get to my throat?” I asked.
“Just let your new body react instinctively,” Caitlyn whispered with a caress of my cheek, “you’re a natural at this, Rachel.”
I lowered my mouth to Caitlyn’s tip. She looked so delicious. My mouth watered and my eyes gazed hungrily down her length. I let my new sexual impulses take over me, and I brought my lips to her.
I wrapped my lips around her head and slid my tongue back and forth across her tip. I tasted her delicious precum and shuttered with desire. Slowly, I moved down her shaft, sliding my tongue along her underside and taking each piercing into my mouth. I got to my throat, and instinctively relaxed it for her. She easily slid down me, and the feeling of her throbbing cock nestled so deeply in my tender neck aroused me. I gazed my desire into Caitlyn’s pleasure-stricken eyes. I was making her feel so good, and it excited me. The corners of my mouth curled into a smile, and I pushed my face all the way forward. Caitlyn let out a small cry. I stared up her, my nose squished against the skin of her pelvis, her balls resting on my chin, and my lips sucking greedily around her base. She pulsated deep in my throat, and I constricted it around her. I felt her throb inside me in reaction to my tightness, and I smiled internally. I never knew giving head could be so much fun.
“Oh, my god, Rachel,” Caitlyn gasped, “you’re so good!”
“Mmmmmm.” Was all I could hum as I moaned.
“Mind if I join?” God’s voice asked hopefully. I peeked from the corner of my eyes to see another beautiful hermaphrodite before me. God’s soft features had been transformed to lean muscle, her breasts and ass were fuller and perfectly shaped, and her cock was…surprisingly small, actually. It wasn’t tiny, it was a little over five-inches, but I’d expected more from the almighty.
“I know,” she said bashfully, “it’s not very big.”
“It suits you perfectly,” Caitlyn smiled, “a submissive like you shouldn’t have a big tool.”
“I’m not a sub!” God insisted unconvincingly, “I can be a bad bitch!”
“Do you hear that, Rachel?” Caitlyn giggled as she pulled her cock out of my mouth, “God thinks she can roll with the big girls.”
“Let’s wear her out,” I grinned evilly, “and then get back to where we left off.”
I’m not sure if God knew what she was getting herself into. Caitlyn and I were domineering, controlling hermaphrodites, and I could tell instinctively that God was not. We were on another level; the divine woman didn’t have a chance. We got off the ground and strutted threateningly around God. She tried to maintain her confidence, but it shrank at the sight of us, and the façade of bravery gave way to the fear she really felt.
“So, God,” Caitlyn said seductively as she circled her prey, “what would you like us to do?”
“I, uh-” God began to say something before I pressed my palm over her mouth and pushed my pelvis against her ass.
“You’ll do what we tell you,” I whispered, grinding my cock between her soft ass cheeks while my other hand gripped her small cock, “and you’ll like it, won’t you?”
“I think our lord and savior wants us to be mean to her,” Caitlyn sneered as she confidently strutted to the frightened deity, “isn’t that right, you little submissive bitch?”
I could tell by the stiffness of her pathetic rod and the wetness of her pussy that God wanted it like this. She whimpered frightened tones, but I could feel her masochism radiating from her.
“Why don’t you get on your knees like a good sissy slut and suck my cock?” I hissed into her ear. Part of me couldn’t believe I just said that to God, but most of me didn’t give a shit. God was testing my faith again, and my new masculinity was getting tired of these games.
God nodded submissively, her eyes wide in fear and her lips quivering against my palm. I loosened my death-grip on her cock and pushed her down until she was at dick-level to me and Caitlyn.
“You know what to do.” Caitlyn grinned down at God.
God struggled to wrap her hands around our girths. She began to lower her lips to me, but I took charge, and shoved my entire cock deep into her mouth. God’s eyes widened and watered as her throat gagged. Every inch of her neck constricted around me, and her whorish lips instinctively sucked my base. I grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and power-fucked her throat, sneering down at her as my girth stretched her cheeks from her face. God’s eyes looked up at me in fear and arousal, and her gagging mouth released whimpers of pain. Her pathetic feminine sounds only encouraged me to drive down her throat with increasing brutality. I yanked her hair forward with each thrust and held her in place with each retreat; withdrawing until the crease of my cock was wrapped with her luscious lips before pushing all the way back down her writhing esophagus.
“That’s a good little sissy bitch,” I whispered as I pulled out, “but you need to take Caitlyn too.”
Caitlyn grinned at me as she pressed her cock alongside mine. I enjoyed the feeling of her throbbing warmth, before we simultaneously drove into God’s mouth. God thrashed and squirmed on her knees as our cocks punished her throat. She pressed her hands against my thighs, trying to push me away. We grabbed the back of her head and forced her face as far forward as it could go. Her eyes rolled back and her throat gagged and constricted violently around us.
“I thought you said you were bad bitch, God.” Caitlyn moaned, “What happened?”
“Mmmm,” I sighed as I looked at Caitlyn, “you feel so good next to me inside her.”
“Do you hear that, God?” Caitlyn laughed, “You’re just a toy for us to enjoy each other in; you’re not even a person, really.”
Spit ran out of the corners of God’s defiled mouth and down her chin. Her face was usually so elegant and beautiful, and now it was wretched with strain as she tried to accommodate us. I heard her hum a shriek from her gagging throat, and I looked down to see her frantically jerking herself off with one hand, while the other desperately drove into her dripping cunt.
“You can’t help yourself, can you?” I sneered, “You’re just a vulgar little sissy slut.”
God nodded in shameful confession as her mouth surrendered to us. She opened her throat wide and let us rail down it. Her lips sealed tightly around our girths and rotated as we thrust, while her eyes begged us to fuck her deeper. We complied with her desperate wishes and held her head in place while we railed frenetically down her throat. Her soft, wet, mouth gurgled with lewd chokes as our cocks bulged from the inside of her neck. Her eyeshadow streamed down her face and her red lipstick smeared across her mouth; her expression etched with whorish enthusiasm. She was starting to like this too much, so I pulled out, and let Caitlyn occupy her while I moved behind the defiled deity.
God pulled her mouth from Caitlyn and looked back at me in fear.
“Rachel,” God gasped as she held her throat, “hold on a secoAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
In the time it took for God to cough out her words, I’d moved behind her, parted her juicy ass cheeks, and forced my thick cock deep into her shit-hole. God’s back arched in a violent wrench as her pink rim stretched thin around my girth. The spit that was still on my dick allowed me to run my whole length through her with ease. Holy shit (literally) she was tight. Every inch of my sensitive, throbbing cock felt like it was being hugged with her warm, soft insides. She clenched around me in pain, her innards twitching as they parted. I pulled out a little and then stopped, groaning as I felt my cock pulsating with pressure, as though it was going to blow at any second. God’s shrill scream subsided to a whimper. Her head dropped between her arms and her back heaved with heavy breaths. And then she started to back into me. Her stretched rim slid slowly down the few inches I’d left out of her. A lecherous moan escaped her lips. She looked back at me, her eyes watered and her mouth gaping. She kept inching her way further down, until her twitching rim pressed my base. She bit her lip and squished her ass hard against my pelvis, her head tilting upward suggestively. She wanted it so bad.
“I’ll take your pussy,” Caitlyn whispered to the broken God, “now spread those legs, you sissy whore, and let me in.”
God compliantly opened her legs and let the demon slip beneath her. She moaned delectably as Caitlyn pushed her cock all the way in. I moaned with God as I felt Caitlyn stretch God’s insides between us, making it so much tighter for me. Our balls touched and we looked at each other with a mutual smile. We knew what to do.
I reared my hand back and slapped God’s juicy ass, signaling the start of her brutal double penetration. Her back curved in a violent spasm and her quivering mouth let out a pathetic cry. I gripped one cheek and spread her gaping while I spanked her mercilessly with the other hand. Caitlyn jerked God off while we began to drive into her simultaneously, our rhythm dictated by the cadence of my slaps.
“Gaaahh!” God screamed, “Rachel you’re-”
I reached around God and fish-hooked both her cheeks with my index and middle fingers. God’s head was forced backward, and her spine arched in delight from the brutality. She stared at me upside down, her face a mosaic of ecstasy, pain and fear, her eyes writhed in confusion and pleasure, and her mouth spread wide with my fingers. I railed in to her ass relentlessly, savoring the feeling of her closing around me with each ruinous entrance. Her rim gripped me hungrily as I ran through it, and her rectum constricted and seized for me, allowing my cock to force her open with each thrust. My pelvis smacked against her ass, her glutes squishing delectably against me, welcoming me to violate the tight hole between them.
God’s eyes were rolling back in her head, and her mouth was drooling on my fingers. She panted like a bitch; strained gasps mixed with pathetic cries slipping from her stretched lips. Her body heaved and buckled in the strain of her rising orgasm. Her back flexed and her glutes slammed together on my cock. She twitched from the inside in a torrent of raging spasms. Her pussy dripped down her legs and her hormonal scent wafted into my nose. I let go of her mouth, but her neck stayed arching backward. I gripped her hips and drove into her, crying out as I felt my balls and taint quaking with increasing pressure. God’s pelvic floor stretched from her as Caitlyn and I pulled out simultaneously, and then it flexed concavely as we pushed in forcefully as one. Our final thrust pushed her over the edge, and God screeched out an amorous cry of euphoria and blasted her semen all over Caitlyn’s tits. Caitlyn forced God’s head down and made her clean it up with her tongue. I felt my hermaphrodite partner’s cock pulsating wildly from the other side of God’s ass. With a cathartic screech, Caitlyn blew her load inside the almighty, sending the poor deity into another frenzy as she climaxed again.
I pulled out at the last second and took a grip of God’s hair. I yanked her around and buried my cock into her throat. She sucked her ass off me impassionedly, staring up with whorish gratefulness as my throbbing member erupted. I screamed out and pushed my cock all the way down her elegant neck, reveling as her inner muscles clenched around me and drank greedily. I kept my hands firmly holding the back of her head, pushing her lips and nose against the flesh of my pelvis as I drained my balls into her stomach. She hummed a euphoric tone and stared up at me with thanks, as though I was rewarding her. I thrust a few more defiant drives, and then pulled out of her and sprayed her face with the last of my seed. God fell on top of Caitlyn, her expression a portrait of bliss, and her body a desecrated tapestry of ruinous lust.
“C’mon,” Caitlyn smiled at me as she pushed God off, “let’s continue where we left off.”
“Do you have the stamina?” I asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
“You know I do.” Caitlyn smiled back.
LUCIFER
I grinned at God as she came limping back over to me.
“I told you.” I sung teasingly as she collapsed in a heap beside me, “Do you regret not listening to me?”
“What do you mean?” God smiled weakly, “I got exactly what I went there for.”
“Rachel’s not coming back from this,” I smiled, “look at her and Caitlyn go! They’ll be at it forever; you’ve lost.”
“You keep saying that,” God said, her face planted firmly in the grass, “but she keeps surprising you.”
“Look how much she’s changed!” I said, “Not just physically, but mentally. God, she basically raped you.”
“It’s not rape if I consented,” God giggled, “and it’s impossible to rape me, Lucy. I could evaporate this entire realm without so much as lifting a finger. Rachel still thinks I’m acting to test her faith; she just played her part.”
“I think she just hate-fucked you.”
“She was just expressing her male sexuality,” God said, “and she did it so…perfectly.”
“She’s gotten a taste of being evil,” I smiled, “she’ll be on my side now.”
“She’ll come back to me,” God smiled, “she always does.”
Caitlyn and Rachel fucked for hours. They unknowingly went through half the Kama Sutra, and then did things even I’ve never seen before. God was snoring by the time the two girls finished, and I had to wake her up for the moment of truth.
RACHEL
Caitlyn and I breathed heavily as we orgasmed for the final time. We rested in each other’s arm in blissful exhaustion as the sweet stink of sex wafted from us. Caitlyn turned to me, her eyes full of satisfaction and love.
“I want you to stay with me forever.” Caitlyn whispered.
“I wouldn’t mind it.” I smiled back as God and Lucy approached us.
“But you’re leaving me, aren’t you?” Caitlyn said with a sad smile.
“I am.” I said. The confidence I had worked against Lucy’s temptation. The other two tests were harder for me, because I lacked the confidence in myself to willingly resist the temptation. I knew my self-assuredness would leave me after I returned to my old body, but for now, I could make this decision without fear of regret.
“If you pass these tests,” Caitlyn whispered, “and become the messiah, you’ll never get to return here.”
“I’ll always remember you,” I said sadly, “but I must go.”
“And I’ll always remember you,” Caitlyn said, “and if you fail later tests, Rachel, come back to me.”
“I will.” I smiled back as I transformed into my old body. I felt the confidence leave me, and the beauty I felt for myself vanish. I looked back bashfully at Caitlyn, no longer considering her my equal, but my greater. She intimidated me once again, and I felt hollow because of it.
“Rachel,” she said with kind eyes as she got up and walked toward me, “don’t ever feel uncomfortable in your own skin. Your beautiful.”
“Thanks…” I said awkwardly.
“Oh,” Caitlyn smiled tearfully with outstretched arms, “come here, you adorable bundle of insecurity.”
Caitlyn embraced me warmly and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I hugged her back, and for a moment, I felt some of the warmth we shared just a minute ago. And then the feeling passed, and I tentatively withdrew from her.
“Remember,” she smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek, “if you fall, Rachel, come back to me.”
I nodded politely and turned away, feeling really shitty that I was too awkward to return her affection.
“Rachel,” Lucy said as she came over to me, “I had a whole speech planned to torment your conflicted soul, but you just had to go and ruin it by deciding for yourself.”
“Sorry, Lucy,” I smiled, “but after the sacrifices God made to show me she was still with me, I couldn’t let her down.”
“Sacrifices?!” Lucy exclaimed as her face twisted in anger, “Rachel, God was just jealous you weren’t paying attention to her!”
“Nonsense, Lucy,” I laughed, “God allowed me to express a dangerous part of my sexuality on her, so that I wouldn’t feel ashamed about it.”
“That’s exactly what I was doing!” God said smugly, “I was giving you consent to be a border-line rapist, so that you knew I was still with you, no matter what.”
“She’s such a good woman!” I beamed at God, “Sorry for all those things I said about you; I should never say such words.”
“Oh, it’s not your fault,” God said as she smirked at Lucy, “the devil’s temptation twists us in different ways.”
“Well, at least I got the information I needed for my dossier.” Lucy grumbled as we walked from the garden.
“What?” I asked.
“There’s a sadistic side to you, Rachel,” Lucy said, “that hadn’t been revealed before.”
“Speaking of sadism,” God smiled at Lucy as she snapped her fingers, “you owe me, bitch.”
A caged metal contraption with ten dildos on corkscrews appeared before us. Lucy rolled her eyes, got undressed, and hopped inside.
“You have to pedal it like a bicycle,” God said as Lucy adjusted herself on a seat made of four dildos, “and really put some effort into it, because the odometer has to read twenty miles before you can finish.”
“AAAAAAHHHH! Fuck you, God!” Lucy grimaced as the dildos started corkscrewing. Her holes gaped and her juices flowed onto the dildos as she battled her growing pleasure and discomfort.
“This might take a while,” God smiled at me, “Lucy’s not used to exercise. Should we get something to eat while we wait for her?”
“Maybe some hotdogs,” I said, “I’m famished.”
“Was that a dirty joke?” God crinkled her nose and laughed, “Did you just make an anal sex joke, Rachel?”
“No,” I smiled innocently, “I just like putting wieners in buns.”
We laughed and ate our food as we laid in the grass of the garden. Lucy’s wails of ecstasy echoed throughout the cavernous chambers of the underworld as she orgasmed again and again.
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2017 lesbian sex story: God is a Slut – Chapter 4: The Gang Rape Movie by White Walls
Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Body modification, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Group Sex, Monster, Rape, Teen, Torture, Transgendered
This is the fourth chapter of the “God is a Slut” series. Rachel has changed since she was the scared, virgin Jesus-Freak. Now, she’ll face her toughest challenge yet: getting gang raped by demons.
LUCIFER
I sat in my office with famous psychologist Sigmund Freud and sexologist Alfred Kinsey. We poured over the dossier I had on Rachel, trying to figure what made this pure girl tick. Smoke filled the air as we inhaled pack after pack of cigarettes.
“…I think you’re overestimating the controlling nature of Rachel’s sexuality.” Freud said, “All humans desire control, but Rachel seeks to put that control in the hands of an idealistic interpretation of God.”
“That’s where I think you’re wrong, Sigmund.” Kinsey replied, “I think Rachel’s lack of control in her childhood and teen years has manifested itself into her sexuality. Her domineering sexual nature with God suggests that she might actually have animosity to the almighty, and part of her resents the control she has given God over her life. She sought to take back that control yesterday, by abusing God during intercourse.”
“I stipulate that her lack of control in her younger years may have impacted her sexuality,” Freud said to Kinsey, “but I don’t believe that it manifested itself as an underlying disdain for God. You see, children often place their parents in the same echelon as an unseen God. If you’ve read my books, you’ll note that I often relate a human’s sexuality to the relationship with their parents-”
“Yeah, we all know Sigmund,” Kinsey said, rolling his eyes, “you think every son has an Oedipus complex, and every daughter secretly wants to fuck her dad.”
“…and if you let me continue, you fucking twat,” Freud said angrily, “I was going to say that Rachel actually has two father figures in her life. Her father, who was a righteous, abusive man, and her brother, who was a kind, loving protector. Now, where did Rachel seek out sexual gratification? Her brother, Alfred. Rachel’s darkest fantasy was the comforting, protecting sexuality of her older brother, not a desire to be sexually controlling.”
“I think you’re focusing too much on her relationships, and not enough on her actions.” Kinsey said, “Let’s look at the three times Rachel has engaged in sexual activity, and extrapolate a pattern. In the succubus club, Rachel was meek, vulnerable and apprehensive, but she grew more confident as the acts went on. With her brother, Rachel was the one who initiated the sex, but she allowed her brother to take control because she was still inexperienced. And then we get to the hermaphrodites, where Rachel is sexually combative, and even dominating. I see a trend here, Sigmund.”
“Where would you place Rachel on your scale, Kinsey?” I asked the sexologist.
“I would put her at a four, I think.” Kinsey said, “she is mostly heterosexual, but does enjoy the company of women. I think that her reaction to Caitlyn-”
“Your scale is bullshit, Alfred,” Freud scoffed, “you can’t put a numerical prison on a something as free-flowing as sexuality. You have to factor in the relationships, and the maternal and paternal power dynamics of the-”
“Not everyone wants to fuck their parents, Sigmund!” Kinsey growled, “I never wanted to fuck my mom, not once!”
“But you sought out women who were like your mother,” Freud said, “or you purposefully sought out women who you thought were the opposite of your mother. You see, the relationship a young boy has with his mother-”
“I think we’ve heard enough, Sigmund,” I cut off the old psychologist before he went on another incestuous rant, “thank you. My next trial is usually a gangbang, but I think I might change it.”
“I don’t think you should.” Kinsey said, “I think that placing Rachel in a sexually vulnerable position where she lacks control would be an interesting experiment that could reveal much about her.”
“I agree,” Freud said, “but I think you’ve been too soft on her, Lucy.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’ve given Rachel too much leeway, too much preparation,” Freud said, “I think the fourth trial needs to be unexpected.”
“Like, a rape situation?” I asked.
“Exactly,” Freud said, “Rachel is starting to think these trials are a game; you need to rip that perception from her to get a truly genuine reaction from her.”
“Interesting…” I said as I pondered the suggestion, “the only problem is, God will be there too, and if God is there, Rachel will still feel that she has someone protecting her.”
“God is usually open to extensive role-play,” Kinsey said, “have God subtly drop a hint that her power is limited somehow. This will crack Rachel’s confidence in her omnipotence, and her ability to save her.”
“Make God vulnerable,” Freud chimed in, “and Rachel will feel like she’s on her own.”
“Yeah,” I smiled, “God would totally be down for that.”
GOD
Please God, let me win this next lottery, I promise I’ll be good-
Nope, go back to school and stop procrastinating and masturbating, Craig, you’ll thank me later.
Good Father, please spare the life of my son, he’s a good boy, he just misguided-
Sorry Dave, but little Bobby committed triple homicide; he’s not getting off.
Oh, Lord, just let me lose twenty pounds before my wedding, all I need it a size ten dress-
Hit the treadmill and put down the P.F. Chang’s, Stephanie.
Our Father, who art in heaven, convince Sara to do anal. She’s been holding off on me for years, and she promised me for our anniversary, but when the time came around, she ‘had a headache.’ Amen.
Oooo, this one’s interesting. Sara, Sara, where are you? There you are! Hey, Sara, John wants to put it in your butt, and you should totally let him! It feels awesome.
Hmmmm, I think I’ll let John put it in my butt tonight. I wonder why I thought of that?
Make sure to use lube.
I should buy some lube.
“Hey God, am I interrupting you?” Lucy’s voice asked as she appeared next to me on my cloud in heaven.
“Just answering some prayers,” I said, “nothing too important. What’s up?”
“I need you to act out a rape fantasy.” Lucy smiled.
“That sounds fun!” I giggled, “Do you want me tied up in the back of a truck, or am I in a dark alleyway with nothing but my purse to protect me?”
“My fantasy’s actually more on the realistic side of things.” Lucy replied, “I want you to pretend I have an ancient biblical artifact that renders your powers useless. I want you to be very convincing when I show it to you in front of Rachel. I actually wrote a whole screenplay, and you’re the supporting role.”
“Hmmmmm,” I frowned with narrowed eyes, “been having late-night talks with Sigmund Freud and Alfred Kinsley, Lucy? You guys doing some psychoanalysis on my precious Rachel? You want me to partake in her abduction and gangrape? And you want to film it all for a movie?”
“Yeah,” Lucy smiled, “You down?”
“Totally.”
RACHEL
“Where is Lucy?” I asked as God and I sat in our chairs and got our nails done.
“She’s letting you take the day off,” God said, “so we’re just having a girl’s day today.”
“I’ve never had a ‘girl’s day,’” I said, “do we just get our nails and hair done?”
“And then we go to a bar, get wasted, and make a complete ass of ourselves.” God smiled at me.
A blast of fire sent God and I flying back into the wall as our chairs were ripped from the floor. A swarm of muscular, large demons appeared out of nowhere and grabbed us. Lucy’s silhouette faded into view from the clearing smoke. She was wearing an all-black leather one-piece that clung to her body tightly, accentuating the bust of her chest and the thickness of her ass. Her black hair was done up in a ponytail, and her horns looked like she’d had them polished and sharpened. In her hand, was a pair of chainless-cuffs that she immediately clasped over God’s wrists.
“Now I’ve got you, you bitch!” Lucy sneered at God.
“Oh, no!” God cried in the worst acting job I’d ever seen, “not the Fetters of Zedekiah! I’m powerless with them on!”
“Ok, cut!” Lucy said as she sighed and rubbed her brow. The demons collectively groaned and let go of me and God.
“God,” Lucy said, “saying ‘oh, no, not this,’ is like, anime-level dialogue.”
“Well how is Rachel supposed to know I can’t help her then?” God said, “We need exposition!”
“You were supposed to give her exposition in your conversation, God!” Lucy growled, “It needed to be subtle, not a full-blown plot revelation when it was convenient! That’s just lazy screenwriting!”
“Hey,” I whispered to the demon next to me as Lucy and God bickered about the semantics of screenwriting, “what’s going on?”
“God was supposed to tell you about an ancient artifact call the Fetters of Zedekiah that would render her powerless in hell, and then sometime later, Lucy and the rest of us would kidnap you and gangrape you. God went off-script and screwed it all up.” The demon whispered back.
“Gangrape me?!” I hissed, “How is that a test of temptation?”
“You’ve never had a rape fantasy?” the demon asked, “They’re surprisingly common.”
“I mean…” I said, “I guess I had a fantasy of the priest just…grabbing me in the confession box and having his way with me, but a gangrape? That seems a little harsh.”
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy it,” the demon said, “we’re professionals; we adhere to a strict code of conduct. I’m Alex, by the way, and I’ll be one of your rapists for today.”
“Rachel,” I whispered back, shaking his hand, “I guess I’m your rape victim.”
“…look, it’s called a Chekov’s Gun, it’s a famous plot device!” Lucy screamed at God, “If a gun is shown in act one, it better be used in act two. Now, you can’t just show the gun in act two and then immediately shoot it! You have to build the tension!”
“Ok,” God grumbled, “fine. I’ll wipe Rachel’s memory again, and then we’ll start from the top.”
“How many takes have we done?” I asked Alex.
“This our fifteenth take,” Alex sighed, “The first few times, God just burst out laughing. We’ve had this exact conversation three times now.”
“You’re very patient.” I smiled up at him.
“Thank you,” Alex smiled, “How’s my acting?”
“Convincing,” I said, “I was truly terrified.”
“Great,” Alex beamed, “after this, can you put in a word about me to God? There’s a movie coming up, and James Dean dropped out of the starring role. I think this is my chance, but theatrical politics is keeping a nobody like me from having a shot. If you could just-”
God and I were getting our nails done in a beauty salon. God was rambling on about some ancient artifact called the Fetters of Zedekiah that would render her powerless in hell. Apparently, it had gone missing or something. I wasn’t sure why she brought it up, but I soon pushed the thought from my mind. God and I talked about innocuous things for a few more hours, and then the spa burst into flame. A large, muscular demon grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to my knees as Lucy appeared from the smoke in a leather one-piece.
“Now I’ve got you, you bitch!” Lucy sneered as she clasped God’s hands with a pair of chainless cuffs.
“Lucy what are you doing?!” God exclaimed in shocked fear.
“You know what I’m doing,” Lucy laughed, “I’m taking what’s mine!”
“Lucy,” God sobbed, “I’ve been good to you, I’ve-”
“You’ve taken your eye off the ball, God,” Lucy sneered, “and now you’re paying for it.”
“Lucy…” God whimpered, “please!”
“Keep begging,” Lucy smirked, “it’s music to my ears.”
“At least spare Rachel!” God sobbed.
“Spare Rachel?!” Lucy laughed cruelly as she sauntered over to me, “Do you hear that, Rachel? God thinks I should spare you!”
“Why are you doing this?!” I cried in terror.
“I think you’ve gotten too comfortable with me,” Lucy smiled in my face as she traced a finger across my lips, “I think you’ve forgotten who I am.”
“Lucy,” I cried, “we’re friends, we-”
“We were never friends, Rachel,” Lucy sneered, “you were a means to an end. I needed you to keep God distracted while I plotted my little take over, and now your usefulness has run out. The only thing you can do for me, Rachel, is abandon your God and join me.”
“I will not!” I yelled defiantly, “I will stay with God, no matter what!”
“Then you will suffer her fate!” Lucy laughed, “And spend eternity moaning like a whore in my dungeon!”
“No…” I said frightfully.
“Yessss,” Lucy hissed as she caressed my face, “but don’t worry, Rachel; after today, I’ll give you a second chance to reconsider.”
Black smoke obstructed my vision, and the next thing I knew, I was naked and surrounded by stone walls. The room was lit by torches that lined the walls, and in the middle, was a throne made of brimstone. I looked to my right to see God naked and in chains. Her wrists were still clasped with the Fetters of Zedekiah, but now there was a link between them. Her ankles were chained to the floor, and an iron ring was clasped around her neck. I was in a similar predicament; my ankles and wrists bound to the floor in loose chains, and my neck clasped with an iron ring.
“Rachel,” God said somberly, “you should give in to Lucy and make it easier for yourself.”
“I will not abandon you!” I cried, “We will get through this!”
“There’s no hope for me,” God smiled sadly, “Lucy will show no mercy; I’ll be raped until my mind is broken, and become her slave. You, Rachel, have a chance to join her before she does the same to you. Either way, you’ll join her. The only question is: will you do it willingly and be spared the brutality, or will you be broken, and become a mindless harlot?”
“I will stay with you,” I whispered hoarsely, “your fate will be my fate.”
“That’s quite the noble gesture, Rachel,” Lucy laughed as she strutted into the room, “but it will all be for not.”
“You evil bitch!” I screamed, “We trusted you!”
“Language, Rachel,” Lucy smirked as she walked over to God, “you wouldn’t want to demean yourself in front of your savior. Of course, the things she’ll be saying pretty soon will pale in comparison to your profanity.”
“Do with me as you will, Demon,” God said to Lucy, “I’m tired of your gloating.”
“So impatient,” Lucy chuckled as she grabbed one of God’s nipples and twisted. “I think you just want my demons to take you as soon as possible.”
“No, Devil,” God replied stoically, “I will demonstrate to Rachel that your temptations have no power over me.”
“Temptation?!” Lucy laughed cruelly, twisting God’s nipple even harder, forcing a small moan from God’s mouth, “This isn’t a test of temptation, God; this is torture.”
Five demons entered the room, their bodies rippled with bulging muscles and their cocks large and rigid.
“God, I believe you know these men,” Lucy smiled, “There’s Dorian, Brutus, Jack, Homer and Ryan. I believe they were banished to hell for…rape? Was that it? No, rape and torture. They’d like to repay you for your judgement.”
“Lucy!” I sobbed, “Please don’t!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Rachel,” Lucy smiled as she walked to me, “we have more for you.”
The demons laughed cruelly as they circled the chained and naked god. God knelt before them, her fear betraying her defiant façade as she quivered under their gaze.
“Hello, God,” Dorian said with a cruel smile, “Do you remember me?”
“Dorian Bronson, torturer in the tower of London,” God said, her voice wavering, “I remember you.”
“Then you must remember this,” Dorian hissed as he brandished a whip, “and all the things I used to do with it. I’ve been waiting…so very long, for this opportunity. You’re such a kind, and benevolent God to give me this chance.”
“Rachel, don’t look!” God screamed at me.
“You will watch!” Lucy growled, and forced my gaze to the right.
God was forced upright by two demons holding her arms. Two other demons held her legs spread as Dorian slid the whip threateningly between God’s breasts. The demon threw his hand back, and brought the whip down on God’s breasts. God let out a scream as her back wrenched in pain. Her whole body quivered as a thin welt formed over her large, supple breasts. The demon brought the whip back again, and sent it across God’s thighs in a sickening crack. God’s head flung forward and she screamed out again, her body tensing in stress. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched them whip her again and again, each blow forcing a pained tone from my beloved God’s mouth. The demon moved behind her and traced thin welts across her back, before moving down and lining her thick ass with more of them. By the time he was done, God’s beautiful, tan skin was etched with crisscrossed welts from her neck to her thighs, front and back. She panted with heavy, pained gasps, and her pussy leaked fluid down her leg.
“I think she’s had enough,” Lucy laughed, “now hurt her from the inside.”
“Lucy, please!” I cried, “Make them stop; I’ll do anything!”
“Oh, I know you will,” Lucy smiled, “you’ll do everything.”
Five more demons appeared from the door and made their way to me. They were all red, with large horns protruding from their brows. Their bodies were bulging with muscle, and between their legs, were the largest cocks I’d ever seen.
“This is Alex, Ron, Jake, Rick and John,” Lucy said as she pointed to my future rapists, “and they’ll be your entertainment for tonight…maybe forever.”
“You’ll never break me!” I whispered unconvincingly.
“We’ll see how long you last, Rachel,” Lucy smirked as the demons surrounded me, “I’d like to taste you while your still pure; before you become my wretched, sullied slave.”
Lucy wrapped her hand around my throat and picked me up by my neck. She stared possessively into my terrified eyes and snaked a long, forked tongue from her mouth. I screamed in terror, but my voice was viciously cut short. Her luscious, wet lips pressed against my own, and her long, forked tongue invaded my mouth. She curled it around my tongue and sensually stroked back and forth along it as her lips sucked my mouth. I’d never been kissed like this before, and I was ashamed to admit that I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lucy turned her head to the side, smearing her black lipstick across my lips. She released her grip on my tongue and snaked her own down my throat. Her invasion was domineering, but pleasant. Her wet tongue parted my tender throat and gracefully explored it, before she withdrew from the kiss and stared at me with eyes half-closed. I’d been kissed by the devil, and it was the best kiss of my life. Her lips curled in a smile; she knew.
“Do with her as you please.” she said as she dropped me to the ground. Lucy walked away, her thick ass bulging from the black leather that constrained it. She sat upon her brimstone throne and took out a cigarette, lighting it and blowing out a cloud of smoke as she watched me.
“Alright pure-girl,” Alex growled as he grabbed me by the head, “put your mouth to good use.”
I closed my lips defiantly as the demon pressed his tip against my face.
“Oh, she’s still got some fight in her,” Ron sniggered, “I think we need to beat that out of her.”
“Get the clamps,” Rick sneered, “we’ll get that mouth open one way or another.”
Four of the demons grabbed my wrists and ankles and held me spread-eagle on the ground. I whimpered in fear as Alex stood over me, his cock bulging from his groin, his hands holding two metal clamps. He smirked down at me as he opened the clamps and slowly lowered them to my nipples. I thrashed against them to no avail, my body squirming in horror as their torture devices neared me.
“Stop!” I screamed. They just laughed.
I felt the cold metal closed against my nipples. Alex slowly loosened his grip on the clamps, making them tighter and tighter. Soon, I was trashing and screeching in pain. The metal pinched into my flesh and held my nipples erect and throbbing. Alex laughed in my face and then twisted his wrists. My back arched and my body trembled. The stinging sensation shot into my breasts and permeated throughout my chest. I screamed out as tears formed in my eyes, but I wasn’t crying just because of the pain. I was crying because my pussy was leaking with excitement, and I was so ashamed.
“You kept saying ‘no’ and ‘stop,’” Jake laughed in my ear, “but I think what you really meant was ‘yes’ and ‘keep going.’”
“This ‘pure girl’ is nothing but a whore in disguise,” John laughed, “let’s give her what she really wants.”
“Lift her up,” Ron said, “I’m taking this girl’s little shit-hole.”
“And I’ll take her cunt.” Jake smiled.
“And when she starts moaning,” Alex grinned down at me, “I’ll fill her mouth.”
Alex picked me up by the chain of my wrist shackles as two others held my legs in lateral splits, painfully stretching me. Ron and Jake moved below me until their rigid cocks were aimed right for my holes.
“Please…” I pleaded with the sneering demon lowering me down, “please stop!”
“Do you want me to let you go?” Alex smiled.
“Yes!” I whimpered.
Well, I walked right into that one. Alex lowered me to within an inch of the two cocks below me, and then let go.
I’d never felt pain like this before.
I tried to scream, but my mouth failed to make sound. I plunged down their lengths, feeling my holes stretch to agonizing levels as their rods mercilessly parted my tender insides. They pressed together against the membrane that separated my holes, their girths forcing me so tight I thought I’d tear through the middle. The cock in my pussy stopped abruptly as its tip smashed against my cervix, forcing my head to wrench back in pain. My ass kept sliding backward on the man in my rectum, until I felt my glutes squish against his pelvis. I stayed there for a moment, frozen in paralytic agony, my body trembling, my eyes writhing in their sockets, and my mouth quivering agape.
“Holy fuck, this cunt is tight!” Jake exclaimed.
“This shit-hole is top notch,” Ron growled, “a perfect little hole for a perfect little whore.”
“Look at her!” Alex laughed, “She looks like she’s going to pass out!”
“Well, her mouth is open,” Rick smiled, “and I remember you calling dibs.”
“You’re not going to bite me, are you Rachel?” Alex sneered down at me. In my state of shock, his words were nothing but an indiscernible collection of distant sounds.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.” Alex smiled, and pushed his head to my trembling lips.
Ron and Jake started thrusting inside me. They alternated their movements so that one would pull out while the other pushed in. My body swayed back and forth to their rhythm, my mind still numb to the shock of the initial pain. Alex’s cock forced my mouth so wide my jaw ached to accommodate him. I didn’t even register what he was doing, but my body instinctively closed my lips around him. He sneered at my supposed acceptance of his member and grabbed the top of my head with a strong hand. My mind came rushing back to me just before he drove his cock deep into my throat, and then it went blank with pain once again.
My eyes rolled in my head as my throat constricted and gagged around the massive, throbbing piece of meat driving down it. The cocks in my nethers grinded brutally together as they took their turns piercing my depths. Parts of my body I’d never felt before were mercilessly invaded. I felt my cervix start to open up with each stabbing thrust of Jake’s rigid member. I could feel my abdomen stretching and bulging with the imprint of the demon in my cunt, and my insides forced upward from the demon in my ass. It was excruciating, the worst pain I’d ever felt, but…there was something else.
There was an aching, burning pleasure that begun to rise from my depths. They were so deep inside me, touching me in such soft, vulnerable areas, places I didn’t even know existed. New nerves that had been neglected for so long, were finally crying out with rapturous glee as they were invasively stimulated. The agonizing stretching of my holes remained ever present, but my body was adjusting to the strain. My gaping rim still seared with pain, but it also began to tingle with unbelievable pleasure. My gorged pussy was still stressed beyond its limits, but the pressure was no longer overbearing, but delightfully filling. An involuntary moan seeped from my chest and flowed from around Alex’s driving cock.
Oh no, I thought as I finally gained control of myself, Am I enjoying this?
Oh yes, Lucy’s voice sneered in my mind, Yes you are, my new little whore.
GOD
Dorian linked a chain to my neck clasp and strangled me as I was sandwiched in the air between Jack and Homer. If you ever wondered what God’s favorite position is, it’s this one. Dangling helplessly in the air between two hard, muscular men, my body being lifted and then dropped as I was mercilessly impaled in both holes at once, my juices flowing from my desecrated womanhood and dripping to the floor below me. Homer was pulling the skin of my rectum out of my ass with each retreat, my tender inner flesh sheathed to his cock like a condom. Jack’s cock was smashing against my cervix with each thrust, partially opening the last resistance of my womanhood, sending bouts of delectable pain deep inside me.
One thing porn never seems to get right about gangbangs, is consistency. Constant changing of positions doesn’t really allow the woman a chance to savor the brutality. Sure, a few transitionary periods where man after man takes a few pumps inside you is fun, but you need drawn-out, slow-building moments to really drive a woman crazy. And that’s what these guys were great at. Dorian was slowly increasing the pressure on my neck, making it harder to breathe with each passing moment. Homer was keeping his pace in my ass, but adding more and more force with each thrust. Jack was locked in with Homer’s rhythm, driving together and pulling out congruently. This allowed my holes a moment to relax before they were ruthlessly stuffed again, forcing my innards upward into my body and my nethers to feel so fucking full. I was driven to the precipice of maniacal pleasure, my body warping in frenzied ecstasy as the sweet pressure in my depths expanded and burst. Strained gasps and cries sputtered from my constricted throat as I orgasmed for the second time in a fountain of my own juices.
You about ready for the climax of our little movie? Lucy asked as I shrieked a pained cry of ecstasy.
Yeah, I responded, Give me a chance to get in character.
RACHEL
Holy shit it felt good to get gangraped. Yeah, I was still resisting, but it was getting harder and harder to stay defiant with the overwhelming pleasure blasting from my defiled holes. Oooooh, the feeling of them grinding together inside me, the way they brutally parted my tender depths with each thrust, the way they felt pressing against all sides of my stretched entrances…
I stayed static and limp, desperately trying to make it seem like I wasn’t losing my mind in pleasure. I wanted my rapists to think they’d broken my will to fight back, but not that they were effectively seducing me. But it was so hard not to participate. I wanted to shift my hips back and forth and ride them like the stallions they were, I wanted to rotate my lips around the demon in my throat and look into his eyes as he reacted to my pleasure, I wanted to stroke the demons at my side and prepare them for when they had their turn inside me. I wanted to be their whore, their slut, their slave.
Hey Rachel, Lucy’s seductive and threatening voice whispered in my mind, I want you to see something.
God was lying on her back on top of the demon sodomizing her, while one railed into her leaking pussy, another drove his cock between her supple tits, and the last two took turns in her mouth. God’s defiled lips yielded muffled moans of lechery, and her body writhed in whorish exuberance. It appeared she was enjoying her rape as much as I was. I didn’t blame her, but I was disappointed she’d allowed her rapists to see her like this. She should have stayed limp and stoic like me.
“Release the whore,” Lucy said to the gangbanging demons, “I think she’s ready to submit.”
The demons pulled out of God, leaving her holes gaping, leaking and ruined. She rolled on to her stomach, coughing out semen onto the ground, before getting on her knees before Lucy.
Don’t submit, God, you’re stronger than this! I prayed to her as I fought the euphoria of my own pleasure.
I’m sorry Rachel, God said back to me, her eyes full of shameful lust, but it feels too good.
“God,” Lucy said as she ran a hand through God’s blonde hair, “do you submit to become my slave, in mind, body and spirit?”
DON’T DO IT! (Oh my god, Ron, ruin my asshole!).
“I do,” God said, dropping her head in shame, “I..I submit to you…Master.”
NO! Take it back! Fight it, God! (Oh Jake, fuck me harder!)
“I need you to want it, God,” Lucy sneered, “I want to hear you beg to become my slave.”
You’re better than this! Don’t do it, don’t fail me now! (Hhnnnnnng, Alex, the way you’re throbbing in my throat…)
“I want to be your play thing,” God moaned as she disgracefully touched herself, “I want to be your possession. I want to be on my knees for you where I belong! Please Master, make me your little sex-slave! Become the master of heaven and earth; I don’t care about them anymore! Just let me serve you!”
“Then bend over, slave,” Lucy hissed as she unzipped her leather one-piece, and revealed a massive cock, “and concede your power to me; make me…GOD!”
“Yes, Master.”
NOOOOOOOOO!
I stared in shock as God was taken from behind by Lucy. I was afraid that I would soon suffer a similar fate. The cocks inside me continued to pound mercilessly, driving my pleasure to unbelievable heights. The pain had subsided to pleasant stings that scorched beautifully into my depths and only elevated the euphoria. It took every ounce of my will not to succumb to the demons and actively join in on my own rape.
“Tell Rachel what you are!” Lucy screamed as she rammed into the disgraced deity’s pussy.
“I’m your whore.” God whimpered through gasps of lust.
“Say it again!” Lucy snarled as she slapped God’s ass with a vicious blow.
“I’m your little whore!” God sobbed as her body flailed back and forth on her knees.
“I can’t hear you, bitch!” Lucy said with another slap, her hips driving brutally against God’s perfect ass.
“I’m you little whore!” God screamed, “Please come inside me! Let me give birth to the anti-Christ!”
“That’s a good girl!” Lucy laughed, “You’re nothing but a vessel to bare my child!”
NO I screamed, God, you must fight it! Don’t let Lucy impregnate you with an abomination! (But I hope these guys come inside me).
It’s too late for me, Rachel, God’s mental voice quivered in pleasure, I’ve been seduced by evil; I want to bare her child! Join me, Rachel; I can feel a part of you that wants to.
God, please-
I am your God now! Lucy laughed cruelly in my mind. Lucy roared a terrifying demonic growl and drove her hips forward. God’s back wrenched in an arch, her eyes widening and her gaping mouth shrieking in ecstasy. Lucy’s seed spilled from God’s defiled cunt as the two immortals began to change. Lucy’s hair grew platinum blonde and a fiery halo formed above her horns. A pair of black angel wings grew from her back as her golden eyes glowed with new power. God’s golden aura dimmed until it was gone. Her head sprouted two curved, red horns and her tail bone grew out into a thin, red tail. It was done, it was over. God had fallen, and the devil had won. Evil would reign in heaven and earth, and I unknowingly helped her do it. This was my fault.
God? I prayed pathetically, God?
She can’t hear you, Rachel, Lucy said as she strutted over to me, but I can. What is it you want, child? I will reward you for your part in my triumph.
There is nothing you can give me! I cried as Alex’s cock rammed down my throat, I want nothing from you!
Then you will languish down here! Lucy snarled in my mind, Until you mind is broken like your precious former-God’s, and you beg me to become my slave!
Well, I was going to spend forever getting raped, so I might as well enjoy it. There was no point in pretending I didn’t like this anymore; God had fallen and evil had won. I was free to express the euphoria of my rape; I could be the slut I wanted to be, I just wouldn’t be Lucy’s slut. I shifted my hips back and forth across Ron and Jake as I rotated my lips around Alex. I reached out with both hands and enclosed my fingers around Rick and John. It felt so good to stop holding back and just let myself go. No more tests, no more trials. I could give in now, there was no point in remaining pure anymore. I’m a slut, and I’ll be a slut forever. Rape me. Rape me like I want you to.
“Oh look, the pure girl is starting to like this.” Alex sneered down at me, “Are you going to join your precious God as Lucy’s whore?”
I shook my head, but sucked him harder, showing him how much I appreciated his cock in my throat.
“No?” Alex laughed, “Then why are you sucking my dick like a filthy slut?”
“I’b Bwo bwoba bwooby, bwa I bo bwi bwa bwo bwoby.” I managed to say around his massive girth.
“What was that, whore?” Alex laughed as he pulled his cock from my mouth, strings of spit and precum bridging my defiled lips.
“I’m not joining Lucy,” I moaned in pleasure, “but I do like what you’re doing.”
“Oh,” Alex sneered, “you like getting gangraped?”
“I fucking love it,” I smiled wickedly, “and since you’re (Aaah) going to be (oh fuck!) raping me forever, (right there!) we might as well (HHHnnnggg!) get to (oh shit!) know each other.”
“Do you hear that, guys?” Alex laughed, “The pure girl wants to be our friend!”
“Sure, I’ll be your friend, Rachel!” Ron laughed as he increased his pace in my ass, sending me screaming into an orgasm.
“Oh shit, she’s being very friendly with me!” Jake said as my orgasmic frenzy forced my vaginal muscles to clench around him, driving me further into a chaotic euphoria.
“A real nice girl!” John laughed, my hand stroking his entire length passionately, “One to take home to meet the parents!”
“Truly, a friend you can rely on!” Rick chimed in as my other hand worked his throbbing cock.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed as the orgasm built and built, “I’m just your friendly, little slut! Rape your slut harder!”
Alex shoved his entire cock deep into my throat, and I easily took him. I gagged around him as I stared covetously into his eyes. Ron spread my cheeks and smashed into my ass so hard I thought he’d crack my tailbone. I fucking loved it. Jake grabbed the clamps on my tits and stretched my breasts to agonizing levels as he drove wildly into my ruined cunt. I clenched around him in ardent pleasure and grinded my hips forward in appreciation. The climaxing sensation rose wildly from my nethers. The depth of my penetration was unlike I had ever experienced before, and every little nerve and tender piece of inner flesh was screaming out inside me. I twisted and writhed, my hips driving violently and my back arching. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as my mouth screamed around the cock violating my throat. The orgasmic wave ascended inside me, and then came crashing down. I shrieked muffled exaltation as my pussy squirted all over Jake.
Jake grabbed my throat and pounded into me until he blew his spunk into my womb. I lurched forward in pleasure and cried out again as I felt my rectal skin come out of my body around Ron’s girth. Ron gripped my rippling, pale glutes and spread me wide as he unloaded his seed into my rectum. When he filled me to capacity, he ripped his cock out with a vicious pull, forcing my ass to prolapse. I screamed out in delight and held my ruined gape open as I felt the hot cum drip from it and run down my taint. Alex’s cock was throbbing wildly in my throat. I smiled up at him as best I could around his girth, and slowly drew up his length, my lips sealed so tightly they stretched from my mouth. Alex growled and grabbed my head, forcing my face against his pelvis as he blew his load down my throat. I screamed a constricted squeal of glee as his nectar gushed down my esophagus. He held me against him, forcing me to swallow every drop. I greedily drank him, but I wanted to be showered with cum. I jerked the demons off on either side of me with ardent ferocity. Alex let go of my head, and I gave him a devilish grin before taking Rick deep into my mouth and sucking him dry. He blew into my throat, and I pulled out and giggled in delight as he covered me with his seed. John’s cock throbbed in my other hand, and I attended to him with my mouth before making him rain is spunk all over me as well.
I was dripping from all parts of my body, exchanging laughs with my new friends as I rocked back and forth. They didn’t know it yet, but I was in control now. I’d never again be the apprehensive girl who let things happen to her; never again would I be taken advantage of. I couldn’t be raped, because I’d revel in their futile attempts to subdue me. They could have their perception of power, but it would be me, not them, that was directing the action. All I had to do was be more depraved than they were, and I had an eternity to see how depraved I could become.
“Rachel…” a meek voice moaned to me. I turned around to see God bent over, her arms straining against her body weight, her legs spread and her back arched. Dorian was slamming his thick cock deep into her ass, violently lurching her body forward as ripples of flesh permeated down her backside from the force of his aggressive impacts.
“God,” I whispered hoarsely as I directed Ron to switched spots with Alex and Jake to switch with Rick, “I’m sorry this happened to you; it’s my fault.”
“It’s OK, Rachel,” God smiled as Homer slid beneath her and shoved his cock into her pussy, “we can be together forever, all you have to do is join Lucy.”
“I can’t.” I said through a gasp of pleasure as my ass and pussy were filled with new cocks.
“There’s…oh fuck me, Homer…there’s (Ah) no need to stay pure and righteous,” God said through increasing moans, “there are no (ooooh) more tests for you.”
“I know,” I cried out as my rectal skin was pulled beautifully from my gaping rim, “I just…I just can’t do it.”
“Doesn’t it feel so good to just give in to your desires?” God moaned, a string of saliva descending from her mouth, “Isn’t better to abandon purity and just be a slut?”
“It is!” I cried out as I grinded back and forth on the two new cocks I had to play with, “it’s so much better to be a shameless whore!”
“We can be little whores together,” God said, her eyes welling tears from her pleasure, “we can (Aaah!) be lovers, Rachel. We can be together and enjoy each other for eternity.”
“I want to!” I screamed out as I felt another orgasm building. I slammed my ass down on Alex and clenched my sphincter around him. He moaned a deep masculine tone and slapped my ass. I purred with burning desire as my back arched from the sweet pain.
“Then just join Lucy,” God sobbed as her body flailed and jiggled in fervent lust, “and it can be so.”
“I’m sorry!” I shrieked, my body oscillating wildly as I shifted my weight forward and flexed my vaginal muscles around Rick, “I can’t! I can never join Lucy!”
“Hey, Rachel,” Ron growled to me with a slap across the face, “you have duties to attend to.”
I looked up at the cock that had just been in my ass. I licked my lips and smiled at Ron. He thought I wouldn’t want to do it, he still thought I was the pure little girl he had in chains before. I lowered my lips to him, opening my mouth and teasing his oozing urethra with my tongue. I stayed there, my eyes hungry and my mouth hovering, waiting for him to get tired of my playing and take me. A strong hand gripped the back of my head. Fuck yeah.
My lips sealed around his shaft as he forced my head all the way down. I gagged on him has my nose squished against his pelvis, the sweet stink of lions wafting into my nostrils as his balls rested on my chin. I closed my throat around him and rotated my lips, humming a moan of lechery as I gazed longingly into his eyes. I covetously ran my tongue along his underside and tasted my ass on his cock. Mmmmmm, I was delicious.
You think you’re the one in control, Ron? I thought as I watched him fall prey to my pleasure, You’ll be calling me ‘ma’am’ by the end of the week, and ‘mistress’ by the end of the month.
My, my, haven’t we fallen from grace? Lucy’s voice teased as Ron began to drive beautifully into my whorish mouth, Are you planning on becoming their pack leader? Are you the alpha female, Rachel?
There’s no point in staying pure anymore, I mentally responded as I rocked my hips back and forth on the men driving into my holes, but just because I’m a slut now, doesn’t mean I’ll be your slut. I’ll have these boys wrapped around my finger in no time, and then I’ll have an eternity to play with them.
You would rather spend an eternity down here, then join me? Lucy asked as she walked over to me.
It’s not such a terrible fate. I sniggered as I clenched my rim around Alex and let him pull my ass skin out of me. God, that feels fucking good.
You could be my messiah, Lucy whispered in my mind, You wouldn’t have to pass any of the bullshit tests your former god wanted you to. You could marry my new son, and rule over earth.
Mmmmm, no. I replied, I think I’ll stay here.
I could reunite you with Caitlyn and Brian, Lucy said as she lowered face right next to mine, You could be the beautiful queen of the hermaphrodites and take your brother as your husband
My mind will break soon, I replied, and then I’ll just be an empty vessel. I won’t have any aspirations, and I won’t have romantic interests. I’ll just be a mindless whore, with one desire, and an infinite amount of time to fulfill it. I’ll forget all about Brian and Caitlyn, and spend eternity as mistress of the demons.
What about your precious god? Lucy asked, She’ll leave here with me when the day is out.
She’s not god anymore, you are. I replied as I felt another orgasm quaking inside me, And I reject you, Lucy; you’re no god of mine.
Then you’re an atheist, Lucy said, a heretic, a nonbeliever.
I’m a polytheist now, I smirked back, My new gods are Alex, Ron, Jake, Rick and John, and they’ll serve me far better than you ever could.
The rumblings of my climax tremored within my depths. the rapturous feeling coursing through my mind and compelling my body to act impulsively. I dug my heels into the floor and began squatting enthusiastically on the cocks desecrating my nethers. My hips dropped and my ass clapped as I hopped up and down while the demons drove mercilessly through me. My hair flailed and tears of ecstasy ran down my cheeks. I sobbed a shriek of pleasure around Ron, choking around his cock to make it better for him. The rumbling rose to a spine-shaking quake, and the ballooning felicitous pressure began to expand from my pelvis. I lifted my body until only the heads of the cocks were still inside me, and then dropped down, relishing the deep and sudden penetration of the two cocks spearing my tender depths. I felt them pulsating and throbbing wildly inside me. I clenched around all of them, my throat, my pussy and my ass, tightening my inner muscles to milk the sweet nectar from their loins. The pressure kept building, sending molten bouts of electricity coursing through my twisting body. My mind went numb and my instincts took over. I shifted ardently back and forth, keeping my inner muscles tight and constricting as spasms blasted through me. The feeling reached its peak, and all five demons blew at once. I was covered in their hot seed from head to toe. It seeped warmly into my flesh and scorched through my insides. My own climax came crashing down on me in wave of release, sending my body into manic, trembling fits of ecstasy. I writhed on the cocks erupting inside me, my spine arching, my hips driving ardently, and my mouth sucking so hard my lips were being pulled from my face. I kept my passionate pace through my diminishing climax, eagerly awaiting the demons to continue their violation, and bring me more pleasure.
This is your last chance, Rachel. Lucy whispered in my mind, a hint of desperation in her voice, Join me.
No. I replied coldly, Leave me in peace with my new gods.
“Alright, that’s a wrap!” Lucy yelled.
The demons pulled out of me, their cum draining from my gaping holes and onto the floor. They gently lifted me up and undid my shackles as I stared in shocked confusion. A film crew appeared from behind Lucy’s throne, and stagehands hurriedly bustled over to the demons to give them bottles of water. A boom mic I hadn’t noticed before was raised right above my head.
“You did it!” God exclaimed excitedly, embracing me as the cum on her body mixed with cum on mine.
“Wut.” I responded.
“You passed the fourth test!” God laughed, her demonic features fading and her golden aura returning to her.
“Th-th-this was a test?” I stammered, “Why are there cameras and microphones everywhere? What the fuck is going on?!”
“The cameras and mics are for the movie,” Lucy said as she transformed back into her normal self, “we couldn’t just write a screenplay and then not film it.”
“A movie?!” I screamed, “What the fuck is-”
God touched my head, and memories came flying back to me. Holy shit, we did a lot of takes. God fucked up her lines worse than Tommy Wiseau. During the climax of the movie, when God conceded her power to Lucy, she forgot the line “yes, master,” burst out laughing, and turned into a hippopotamus. Three demons had quit and walked off set, and Alex had a mental breakdown and I had to console and reassure him that he was just as good as James Dean.
“Wow,” I said, “we’ve been down here for a long time.”
“No thanks to our supporting actress,” Lucy grimaced at God, “who couldn’t remember a SINGLE FUCKING LINE!”
“Hey,” God giggled, “we got enough material for a final cut.”
“Barely,” Lucy sighed, “the outtakes reel is going to be longer than the feature film. You did a good job, though.” Lucy said, gesturing to me.
“Well,” I growled, “how could I not do a good job?! I actually thought I was being raped!”
“Don’t be so melodramatic,” Lucy smiled, “you didn’t seem to mind toward the end there.”
“And she was so good!” God beamed, “What was that line you said? ‘I reject you Lucy; you’re no god of mine.’ That should be on the poster!”
“That would give away the ending,” Lucy said, “I think the poster line should be me saying: ‘I am your god now!’ and then the poster is of me, standing over a terrified Rachel as she’s double penetrated.”
“Where am I on this poster?” God said indignantly, “I’m the second role!”
“You’ll be in the bottom-left corner, obscured by the demons gangbanging you.” Lucy smirked.
“Na-ah,” God said, “I’m talking to Frank.”
“Mr. Capra is the director, but I’m the producer,” Lucy said, “and I get the final say.”
“Frank Capra directed a smut film?” I asked incredulously.
“That’s right,” Lucy smiled, “in fact, down here, that’s mostly what he directs.”
“Ooooo, the trailer’s already on youtube,” God said as she held out her phone, “let’s take a look.”
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(Panning shot of me walking through a field of wheat as a pleasant violin plays in the background.)
“Rachel was just a god-fearing Christian with a heart of gold…” said the stereotypical movie trailer voice-over guy.
(Close-up of me kissing my crucifix and looking to the sky)
“She prayed every day and always went to church…”
(Side shot of me confessing to a priest that I had dirty thoughts about a boy in school.)
“…but now, her faith will be tested.”
(Close up of me clutching my crucifix in the confession box.)
“From the director of the timeless classics: It’s A Wonderful Life, and Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, comes a tale of a young woman, seeking the light of God…”
(Side-shot of me raising my face to reveal Lucy in the confession box next to me. The pleasant violin tune changes to earie screeching sound.)
“…in hell!”
(Death metal music, flashing shots of me getting gangraped, close-up shot of my double-penetration, close up of me choking on a dick, overhead shot of me lurching back and forth as I scream in pleasure and terror.)
“Now Rachel is forced to make a decision…”
(Shot of me looking at the transformed Lucy looming over me. “Join me, I am your God now!” she laughs manically as she fucks God from behind.)
“…between joining the devil…”
(“Join Lucy,” God moans as she’s brutally anally fucked, “and we can be her whores together!”)
“…or getting gangraped for eternity!”
(“Do you like getting gangraped?” Alex asks me as I moan with cum dripping down my chin. “I fucking love it.” I respond with a wicked smile.)
“Rachel Johnson stars in…”
(Close up of me, shrieking “I’m just your friendly little slut! Rape your slut harder!” to the ceiling.)
“…The Corruption of the Pure Child.”
(guitars ring out a last chord to a shot of me spreading my ass as cum leaks from my gaping, prolapsed hole.)
“Rated G.”
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“Rated G?!” I screamed, mortified at what I just saw.
“As far as smut films in hell go,” Lucy smiled, “this one is pretty tame.”
“No scat, pissing, vomit, mutilation, bestiality, or incest,” God said, “any of those would have bumped it up to PG.”
“Of course,” Lucy smiled, “If you wanted to, we could do some re-shoots and-”
“No!” I said firmly, “No, I think I’ve had enough, thank you!”
“Fine,” Lucy grumbled, “but they never give Oscars to G-rated movies.”
“Alright,” Frank Capra said as he walked to the three of us, “we’ve got enough money in the budget for the sequel-”
“I’m not shooting a second movie!” I screamed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Honey,” God laughed, “you’re not the star of the sequel.”
“I am.” Lucy murmured, “It’s my debt.”
“And this one,” God smiled wickedly as put her arm threateningly around Lucy’s shoulders, “is going to be rated R.”
“Any alterations to the script you’d like to make?” Capra asked me as he handed me the screenplay.
I paged through it, my smile growing wider with each word.
“No,” I said to the dead director, “I think it’s perfect.”
“There’s a role open for you, if you want it.” God said.
“Sure,” I replied as I looked through the script, “I’ll play…the dog breeder. Looks like I have a rabid pitbull that needs a bitch to breed with. I wonder who’s playing that part?” I smiled at Lucy.
“Woof.” Lucy said with a scared smile. She had a lot of making up to do before I forgave her for this test.
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2017 lesbian sex story: God is a Slut – Chapter 5: A Devil at the College Party by White Walls
Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Black, Body modification, Coercion, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Humiliation, Lesbian, Mind Control, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Teen Female/Teen Female, Teen Male/Teen Female
This one is long. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that person’s perspective, and there are a lot of perspective changes in this one.
LUCIFER
God and I sat back in the observation room as Rachel changed into a hospital gown. We were both wearing white doctor’s coats, a stethoscope, and scrubs. The theatrics weren’t necessary, but the monotony of immortality could wear on a woman, so spicing things up with a little role-play was always fun.
“I need you to lie on your back,” I said to Rachel through the microphone, “and hold your breath when the light goes on.”
In the middle of the room Rachel was in, was a CT-scanner I’d retrofitted for my own purposes. We weren’t scanning Rachel for tumors; we were scanning her for corruption. My trials were wearing on her righteousness, and the last one really did a number on her. She passed the test by denying my offer, but the choice I had given her was designed to be a lose-lose proposition. Instead of joining me, she chose to be a harlot for the demons. She reveled in her depravity, and temporarily forsook her purity. Even after it was revealed that her conundrum was all fake, she had retained pieces of her lascivious nature. Now, it was time to see just how pure Rachel really was.
Rachel lied back on the bed, and God pressed the button. The machine came to life, and slowly guided Rachel’s body through it. An image of Rachel’s soul appeared on the monitor God and I were observing. So far, it was all clear. I passed Rachel through the machine a few more times until I found what I was looking for. A dark black spot was readily apparent next to her heart. Corruption.
“Hmmmmm,” I smiled at God as I turned off the CT-scanner, “I wonder what that could be?”
“It’s small,” God said, adjusting her glasses even though she had perfect vision, “I think it’s benign.”
“Let’s do a biopsy and find out, shall we?” I ginned as I produced a scalpel.
“Or we could just consult the chart.” God said, rolling her eyes.
“You’re no fun.”
“Let’s see here…” God murmured as she looked through the chart, “spot next to the heart…ah, here it is: an inherent desire for power.”
“Power, huh?” I smiled wickedly, “I bet you didn’t see that coming.”
“I still think it’s benign,” God replied, “just a temporary ailment due to the stress her soul’s been under.”
“Perhaps,” I said, “but we’ll find out in today’s test how power-hungry Rachel really is.”
GOD
“Why are we going back to earth?” Rachel asked Lucy as we walked down the brimstone path.
“I changed your next trial,” Lucy said, “based on your test results. This one requires us to be up top.”
“My test results?” Rachel asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“Your soul may be corrupted,” Lucy smiled at Rachel, “and we’re going to find out the extent of it.”
“What?!” Rachel screamed, utterly horrified.
“It’s probably benign,” I replied, putting a comforting hand on Rachel’s shoulders, “but Lucy is convinced you’re a sexual sadist, so she’s going to put that theory to the test.”
“I’m not a sadist!” Rachel exclaimed, “I’ve never hurt anyone!”
“Well, you’re not a masochist,” Lucy said, “like God-”
“Like God pretends to be.” Rachel cut in. I smirked at Lucy over Rachel’s shoulder. Even after all this time, Rachel was still convinced my slutty personality was an act.
“…sure,” Lucy said, rolling her eyes, “but I digress; you might not be a sadist, but you certainly desire power. You liked having men control you in the gangbang, but what really got you off was the idea that you could eventually turn the tables and control them. When you had sex with God, you were domineering, even cruel to her-”
“That was just the hermaphrodite DNA inside me,” Rachel insisted, giving me a nervous glance, “it wasn’t actually me.”
“That’s not how that works, Rachel,” Lucy replied, “just because you grew a cock, doesn’t make you a different person. Those were your actions.”
“No…” Rachel said, “that can’t be…”
“It’s fine, Rachel,” I smiled down at her as I hugged her from behind, “being sexually controlling isn’t a sin.”
“It depends on the extent of control.” Lucy smirked, “Let’s go.”
RACHEL
I was back in the confession box I had started my unholy journey in. I turned to the side to see Father Hernandez looking at me inquisitively.
“Rachel?” he asked, “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Father,” I replied, not knowing at all what he was asking about, “I’ll make sure to say ten ‘our fathers’ and atone.”
“That’s not what I-”
I left the confession box in a hurry, leaving the confused priest by himself. I guess time didn’t exist in hell, because not a single second had passed since I’d departed to the inferno five days ago.
We’re outside. God’s angelic voice rang in my head.
I opened the double-wooden door to see God and another girl sitting and smoking on the steps of the school chapel. God looked like herself, except now she was dressed in a tight-fitting ASU t-shirt and spandex leggings that formed perfectly around her thick backside. I didn’t even recognize Lucy at first glance. She was pale-skinned, with straight black hair, bright green eyes, and a body just as vulgarly curvaceous as God’s. She wore dark eyeshadow, stud earrings,, and bright red lipstick. She had on a black tank-top that was cut with scissors just below her nipples, revealing the bottom half of her full, pale tits. A plaid skirt barely concealed her ripe ass, and revealed garters hooked to a pair of fishnet stockings that clung around her pale, thick legs and descended into a pair of red high heels.
“Hey Rachel,” Lucy smirked at me as she French-inhaled her smoke, “do you like my outfit?”
“It certainly stands out.” I said, unable to conceal the fact that I was eye-fucking her.
“My new name’s Jessy, by the way,” God said as she handed me a cigarette, “and I’m a microbiology student.”
“I’m still Lucy,” Lucy smiled, “and I study human anatomy. My major is English, though.”
“Hey!” a voice yelled from behind us, “No smoking on campus…Rachel?!”
I turned around to see Father Hernandez looking dumbfounded at me. I was sitting next to the sluttiest dressed girl in school, and smoking on the chapel steps. This was not a good look.
“Sorry, Father,” I said, feeling my face flush, “I’ll say twenty ‘our fathers’ and ten ‘hail marys.’”
“Rachel,” Father Hernandez said as he descended the steps, “when I said you should go out and live a little, I didn’t mean bum cigarettes from strangers!”
“They’re not strangers,” I said, “these are my friends: Jessy and Lucy.”
“These are your friends?” Father Hernandez exclaimed, looking Lucy over as she gave him a devilish grin, “Rachel, I’m glad you’re being more social, but I don’t want you to be taken advantage of by unsavory characters.”
“I wonder how I’m supposed to react to that, Father.” Lucy laughed.
“I mean no offense, child,” Father Hernandez said to the devil, “but it is clear you have strayed from the light of God.”
“I like to think God’s all around us,” Lucy smirked, “sometimes, I swear I feel her inside me.”
God stifled a giggle.
“God is a man, child,” Father Hernandez said, a bit patronizingly, “It’s ‘our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.’ Though, I suspect you may never had heard that one before.”
Lucy and God gave each other knowing glances, and I struggled to keep a straight face.
“I will take your message into consideration, Father,” I said as I guided Lucy and God to walk with me, “thank you.”
The three of us made our way down the campus mall, Lucy and God attracting the hungry eyes of every man, and the hate-filled eyes of every woman. I was still in the baggy sweatshirt and jeans I had on five “days” ago, and every leering eye avoided me in favor of the women at my sides. I felt strangely jealous that was I was being ignored, and I struggled to push the sinful thoughts from my mind.
We should get you new clothes, God said in my mind, I don’t want you to feel overshadowed, not with the body you have.
You and Lucy are literally goddesses, I replied, I can’t compare.
“Oh, come now, Rachel,” Lucy smiled at me, “you’re one of the hottest pieces of ass I’ve ever seen. Let’s get you out of these bags and into something that frames you better.”
“No,” I said, “that plays right into your hand. You think I seek power, and dressing well is a form of self-empowerment.”
“I think you’re overanalyzing, Honey,” God said, putting an arm around me, “self-empowerment isn’t a sin, but seeking power to the detriment of others is. Right now, you’re the odd-girl out in our little trio. I want you to shine.”
My baggy clothes tightened and shrunk. I looked down to see my jeans had changed into a dangerously short, white skirt, my sweatshirt was now a tight tank top with an ample amount of cleavage, and my ankle socks had become thigh-high.
“There,” God giggled, “you’re still a good-girl, but this gives off the right amount of promiscuity.”
“God,” I laughed, “if I step too far, my butt is coming out of this skirt.”
“Just the right amount of promiscuity,” God smiled, “at least you still have panties.”
“They’re a thong now.” I responded as I felt the fabric sliding between my cheeks.
“Much better, isn’t it?” Lucy whispered in my ear, and gave me a firm squeeze on the ass. Once, I would have recoiled from her touch, but now, I tilted my head and smiled back at her. Maybe I had changed a little.
The three of sat down at a table on the mall. I had to pull down my skirt to make sure my ass wasn’t exposed, but Lucy had no such compunction. God, being the classy lady she was, leaned forward just enough to allow her crack to peak out from above her waistband.
“So, what is my test?” I asked as Lucy handed me a cigarette.
“Well,” Lucy said as she lit the square between her lips, “any second now, we’ll be invited to a party. In fact, the way we look, we’ll probably be invited to several. However, we will only be accepting the invitation to one particular party. I believe you know Anna Patterson?”
“Yeah,” I frowned as I exhaled a cloud of smoke, “I know Anna.”
“No love lost between you, is there?” Lucy laughed.
“Not really.”
Anna was a girl I’d known since grade school. Anna was pretty, outgoing and popular, and she tormented me throughout my teen years. She was the ring-leader of a terrible trio that included her minions Becky and Sara. They mocked me, abused me and embarrassed me whenever it suited them. It probably didn’t help that I was socially awkward to a fault, and my only retorts to their ridicule was praying. I cringed internally as I remembered my sanctimonious younger-self trying to battle taunts with religious pacifism. I should have punched those cunts right in their…cunts. God, I needed to work on my comebacks.
“Well,” Lucy continued, “Anna and her two cohorts rent a house with daddy’s money, and they’ll be throwing a party tonight.”
“Why the hell would they invite me?” I asked, “Take a look at my past and see what they did to me; they hate me.”
“They don’t hate you,” Lucy laughed, “they actually hardly thought of you at all.”
That stung.
“They were bullies, Rachel,” Lucy said, “you were a weak, easy target, and it made them feel powerful to exploit you.”
“And you want me to get revenge, right?” I said, “That’s the test, isn’t it? To see if I’ll stoop to their level and abuse them to feel powerful?”
“No,” Lucy smiled, “the test is to see if after you fulfill your sadistic desires, you still want to join God.”
“I’m not a sadist!” I insisted, “And Anna would never invite me to her party; I’m a loser.”
“You’re a loser?” God laughed, “Rachel, the things you’ve done in the past four days are way more hardcore than anything those whores have ever done. They’re babies compared to you, Rachel; they’re not even in the same league.”
“The real reason those bitches were so mean to you, Rachel,” Lucy grinned as she leaned forward, “was because they saw you as a threat. You were the hottest piece of ass in high school, and they knew it. They beat on your self-confidence until you had none. They wanted you low, because they knew deep-down, you were the alpha bitch.”
“And now that you’re coming out of your shell,” God said, “those whores don’t stand a chance. They’ll beg us to go to their party, because where ever we go, the party will follow.”
“Don’t look, Rachel,” Lucy said slyly, “here comes Tom, the football player. I don’t think he recognizes you, but he’s staring right at your ass.”
“Ooooo, a football player,” God giggled, “was he the one you confessed about to Father Hernandez?”
“Yeah,” I smiled as I arched my back slightly and pushed my ass back to give Tom a good view, “he’s the one.”
“That’s it, Rachel,” Lucy smirked, “cast the bait and reel in your catch. Having the star quarterback wrapped around your finger will be useful later.”
“I have no idea what I’ll say to him,” I smiled nervously, “I’m so awkward.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” God laughed, “you just have to look like you do.”
“I’ll help you out,” Lucy said, “just do what I say and you’ll be fine. Here he comes.”
“Nice day out, isn’t it?” a deep voice said behind me.
Really? Lucy laughed in my mind, His leading line is the weather?
“It is,” Lucy smiled over my shoulder at Tom, “why don’t you come sit down and enjoy it with us?”
Lucy scooted over and patted the seat next to her and across from me. Tom sat down, smiling confidently at Lucy and God before his gaze fell on me.
“Hey,” he said as his eyes filled with recognition, “you’re Rachel, right?”
“I am…” I said with a smile, completely lost for how to carry on a conversation with this man.
“You shot me down just a few days ago,” Tom said, “pretty adamantly, actually.”
“Sorry,” I said blushing, “I was just…”
Let’s put some confidence in those words, Rachel Lucy said in my mind, You’re not an innocent catholic schoolgirl anymore.
“…really hungover.” I lied, before gesturing to my two female companions, “Tom this Jessy, and this is Lucy; maybe you’ll have more luck with them.”
Much better. Lucy smiled, but show him that you’re still interested. He’s a seasoned player, Rachel; he’ll pick up on the subtle hints.
I shifted my weight forward slightly and pushed out my chest just a little bit. Tom’s eyes stayed on my own, but I saw his smile grow just a little wider.
“Jessy, Lucy,” Tom said, shaking their hands and keeping his eyes locked with theirs, “I’m surprised we haven’t met before.”
“And why’s that, Tom?” God smiled as she tactfully played with a strand of blonde hair.
“Because you two look like girls I’d see in Maxim,” Tom laughed, “and I think I’d remember you.”
“That’s flattering, Tom,” Lucy smirked, “you look like someone I’d see in a men’s underwear catalog for K-Mart.”
“K-Mart?!” Tom laughed, “Oh, c’mon Lucy; I’m at least fit for Target!”
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed several members of the football team standing and talking just a few feet back. They were all stealing glances at us when they thought we weren’t looking. I smiled from the corner of my mouth and shifted my hips back, letting the bottom of my ass creep from my little skirt.
“Tom?” I asked as Lucy gently berated him, “Are your friends too shy to come over?”
“They are,” Tom chuckled, “I was the sacrificial lamb of our group. It’s a rare thing for a group of hot-blooded jocks to be intimidated, but you three…we’ve never seen women like you at ASU. I couldn’t believe it was you when I saw your face; you look so different.”
“Well,” I smirked as I took a pull from my cigarette, “tell your friends to come over; you’re boring us.”
ANNA
“Who are those whores?” Becky asked as we watched the football players talking up three girls we hadn’t seen before.
“I don’t know,” I frowned, jealous and intimidated by the hottest women on campus, “but Tom and his pack of morons abandoned us in a hurry when they saw them.”
“Wait…” Sara said, “Is that…is that Rachel Johnson?!”
“No fucking way,” I said as I squinted my eyes, “it can’t be. That Jesus-freak would never touch a cigarette, much less dress like that.”
“Does she even go to ASU?” Becky said, “I thought she went to UA with her brother.”
The woman in question turned her face and smiled up at the star wide receiver as he put a hand on her shoulder. Holy fucking shit; it was Rachel Johnson, and she was fucking beautiful.
“That is Rachel Johnson!” Sara said, “Oh my god, she’s so…different looking.”
“I guess college life got to her.” I said, surveying the woman we used to torment.
“Should we…talk to her?” Becky asked.
“Why the fuck would we do that?” Sara laughed, “She’s such a fucking loser.”
“We’re not in high school,” I said, “there isn’t a hierarchy anymore. Right now, Rachel and her new friends are taking all the prime cuts of meat, and the only way we’re getting those beautiful morons to come to our party tonight, is if Rachel and the other two come.”
“Ew.” Sara said.
“Would she even come?” Becky asked, “We were such bitches to her in high school.”
“What is it the Jesus-freaks say?” I smiled, “Turn the other cheek?? She’s predisposed to forgive us. Let’s go over there and talk with our old friend Rachel.”
LUCIFER
It was amazing how fast Rachel grew comfortable and confident around the boys. She laughed, joked, and openly flirted with half of them. God was already selecting her meal for the evening, while I mostly redirected the men’s attention back to Rachel. I’d have my fun with the mortals later, but I wanted Anna, Becky and Sara to see Rachel commanding the attention of as many men as possible when they came over here. And here they came.
Anna, Sara and Becky could’ve been mistaken for identical triplets from a distance. They all had that rich-blonde-bitch look; the platinum, straight hair, cold blue eyes, and pouty lips. None of them had the curves Rachel had (which I’m sure they were painfully aware of at this point), but their tits were all nice and perky, and their asses were cute and well-shaped. I caught the eye of Anna and gave her an evil smile as I took a pull from my cig. She quickly averted her gaze. She was intimidated by me. Good; she should be. It had been a long time since I’d tasted rich suburban cunt, and I was ravenous.
Here comes Anna I said to Rachel’s mind, Don’t look, let her try to force herself in.
“Hey, Rachel.” Anna said awkwardly when she got to the table.
Be nonchalant. I spoke to Rachel’s mind, Think of her as an old acquaintance, nothing more.
“Hey, Anna,” Rachel said with a cool smile, “I didn’t know you go to ASU.”
“Yeah,” Anna said, shifting nervously, “me and Sara and Becky…the whole gang.”
You intimidate her, I smiled into Rachel’s mind, play nice with her for now. The fun begins when we get to the party.
“Anna, this is Becky and Lucy,” Rachel said, introducing us, “and this is Tom-”
“Oh, I already know Tom.” Anna said.
Ha! Did you catch that, Rachel? I laughed, Anna’s got a little crush on Tom.
Does she? Rachel smirked.
“Tom,” Rachel said, placing her hand on top of his, “what are you and your friends doing tonight?”
Tell me how mad Anna looks right now. Rachel said.
So fucking mad I smiled.
Perfect.
“We were going to go to a party at Anna’s,” Tom said, “but nothing’s set in stone. What are you guys doing?”
I had to hold back a giggle as I watched Anna fume and try to keep it together.
“We hadn’t made plans yet…” Rachel began.
Now, extend the olive branch… I said.
“…but a party sounds fun.”
“You can come to my party!” Anna blurted out, a little too desperately. The whole table laughed at Anna’s awkwardness, but Rachel just smiled warmly.
“We’d love to come,” Rachel said, malice in her heart, but kindness in her voice, “thank you, Anna.”
“Great!” Anna said, “We’ll uhh…we’ll see you there!”
Anna turned around and walked away, scared off by the three women she had no chance of competing with. Rachel gave me a wicked smile, and I returned it. God damn, I wanted her to come to my side. She’d make such a great villain.
RACHEL
“I have a gift for you, Rachel.” Lucy said to me as we walked down the sidewalk.
“What?” I asked.
“My greatest power,” Lucy smiled, “the ability to enslave mortal souls.”
“I don’t want that!” I cried.
“I do,” God sighed, “It would make my job so much easier. I just had to give you fuckers free will.”
“It will only work on Anna,” Lucy said as her hand formed a floating, spectral heart, “and you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to, but you do have to take it.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, accepting her gift in my palm and watching as it disappeared into my hand, “how do I use it anyway?”
“I thought you didn’t want to use it.” Lucy smiled knowingly. She was right; the thought intrigued me.
“I just…” I said, “I just want to know how to use it, so that I won’t accidentally set it off.”
“Lying is a si-in.” God sung into my ear with a laugh.
“OK,” I smiled sheepishly, “I kind of want to try it.”
“It’s easy,” Lucy said, “you just need to seduce Anna, and she’ll start to lose herself to you.”
“And after your four previous trials,” God said, “seducing a bitch like her should be no problem. I just hope you free her soul when you’re done.”
“Of course,” I said, “I would never want to enslave Anna permanently.”
“Hmmmm,” Lucy smirked, “I couldn’t tell if that was a lie or not.”
“Nor could I,” God said, “which means Rachel isn’t even sure.”
“I uhhh….” I frantically looked for something to change the subject, “hey, look at that car.”
“That’s your car, Rachel.” Lucy chuckled.
“What?!”
“Oh, you thought we’d be pulling up in a taxi?” Lucy laughed as I gawked at the Lamborghini Diablo parked on the street.
“There’s only two seats,” God said, “so who’s lap am I sitting in?”
“Well, Rachel’s driving,” Lucy said as she threw me the keys, “so you’ll be parked on my lap, Jessy.”
“I…can’t drive,” I said, “I don’t have a license.”
“The car will drive for you, Honey.” Lucy chuckled as she opened the winged-doors and patted her lap for God, “you just need to be seen getting out of the driver’s seat. Anna owns a Porsha Boxster, and she’s going to be salty as fuck when you pull up in this.”
ANNA
“Rachel seemed pretty cool,” Becky said as she put on her makeup, “I was surprised.”
“That little bitch is going after Tom,” I said as I adjusted my tits in my stuffed bra, “she doesn’t know who she’s fucking with.”
“Let it go, Anna,” Sara said, “there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”
“She wasn’t even interested in him until I told her I knew him,” I said, applying I-suck-dick red lipstick to my mouth, “she knew what she was doing.”
“Rachel doesn’t have a cruel bone in her body,” Becky said, looking herself over in the mirror, “she probably just likes Tom. He definitely likes her.”
“Na-ah,” I said, “Rachel used to dress like a homeless man, and now she dresses like a fucking cheerleader. She’s changed; she knew exactly what she was doing.”
“Anna,” Becky smirked over at me, “what are you planning on doing to that poor girl?”
“Are you going to go all ‘Carrie’ on her?” Sara laughed, “Pig’s blood at the prom?”
“And ruin our carpet?” I laughed, “No. Rachel is an easy mark; she an ultra-conservative Christian bitch. All I have to do is show everyone what an uptight cunt she is, and she’ll be put back in her place.”
LUCIFER
“…All I have to do is show everyone what an uptight cunt she is, and she’ll be put back in her place.” Anna’s voice rang in my head.
Oh you stupid, stupid girl, I thought, you really don’t know who you’re fucking with.
“Rachel,” I said as we pulled up to Anna’s house, “Anna is going to play right into our hand.”
“How?” Rachel asked.
“She’s going to try and show everyone what an uptight bitch you are…by making out with you.” I replied.
“That’s it?” Rachel laughed, “That was her master plan?”
“She thinks your catholic homophobic guilt will cause you to make an ass of yourself,” God chuckled, “little does she know…”
“You’ll have carte blanche to do with her as you please,” I smiled at Rachel, “she’ll have to go through with it, or her bluff is called and she embarrasses herself.”
“What about Sara and Becky?” Rachel asked, “They’ll pull Anna out of it.”
“Oh,” I smirked, “don’t worry about those two.”
ANNA
“Where the fuck did Rachel get that car?!” I screamed as I looked out the window. The party below us was starting to gain traction, but everyone stopped what they were doing to see the three hottest babes on campus step out of a quarter-million-dollar supercar.
“Aren’t her parents broke?” Sara said as she gawked at the trio of women.
“It’s gotta be Jessy’s car,” Becky said, “that bitch looks like she’s got money.”
“How the fuck did Rachel meet those girls anyway?” I exclaimed, “That Lucy girl looks like a porn star, and Jessy looks like a fucking trust-fund baby.”
“They don’t look like girls Rachel would normally hang out with,” Becky said, “of course, Rachel never had any friends.”
“We made sure of that.” Sara sniggered.
“Let’s isolate the bitch again,” I said, “Lucy and Jessy are way to chill to be hanging out with a bore like Rachel. We’ll bring them into the sisterhood once I expose Rachel as a total fraud.”
We made our way downstairs to find that Rachel and her two friends had completely hijacked the party. Everyone encircled the three girls, trying to capture the attention of the trio that just pulled up to a college party in a fucking Lambo. Rachel had her weight shifted on one hip as she flirted with Tom, while Lucy and Becky were doing body-shots off each other. I put on my best friendly smile, and made my way to the two beautiful women.
“Hey, you’re Lucy, right?” I asked the brunette with the plaid skirt and the fishnet stockings.
“Yeah,” she smiled wickedly, “and you are…”
“Anna.” I said, a little annoyed that she forgot my name.
“Great party, Anna.” Jessy smiled as she put another shot glass between her perfect, tan tits.
“Thanks.” I said, “Hey, I gotta ask: how did you two meet Rachel? I’ve known Rachel since we were kids, and she would never hang with people like you.”
“We…” Lucy said before placing the shot in her mouth and downing it, “…found her at a Christian seminar for college life.”
“It’s a little hobby of ours,” Jessy giggled as she switched positions with Lucy and put a shot glass between the brunette’s upper thighs, “we find ultra-Christian girls, and see how far peer pressure will take them.”
“What?!” I said as an evil smile crept across my lips, “So you aren’t even her friends?”
“With Rachel?” Lucy laughed as Jessy’s face pressed between her legs, “Hell no!”
“She’s such a bore,” Jessy said after downing the shot, “she’s barely holding it together right now; all this ‘sin’ around her is making her soooo uncomfortable.”
“You seem pretty chill though,” Lucy said as she placed a shot between Jessy’s tits and pulled the blonde girl’s neckline down to her areolas, “why don’t you get Rachel and see if you can make her have some fun?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “I’ll see if I can get Rachel out of that shell.”
I walked over to Rachel, who had her body way to close to Tom’s for my liking. It was time to show Tom what a fucking loser Rachel really was.
“Hey, Rachel,” I said with a tap on her shoulder, “wanna do body-shots?”
“Ummm…” Rachel said nervously. There’s the Rachel I used to know. This is going to be fucking easy.
“C’mon, Rachel,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from Tom, “it’ll be fun!”
Lucy had intentionally spilled her shot all over Jessy’s tits, and was licking the liquor off them, much to the amusement of the entire party. Jessy smirked as she pulled her stretched neckline down past her nipples, and Lucy took one between her luscious lips and sucked. I glanced over at Rachel to see a horrified expression on her face. She was realizing her friends weren’t the good-girl Christians she thought they were.
“They aren’t really your friends, Rachel,” I sneered as I pushed her down on the table and stuck a shot into her ample, pale cleavage, “I bet you thought they actually liked you.”
Rachel’s face was a beautiful portrait of confusion and fear. She had her time in the spotlight, but now it was up, and she would slink back to the shadows she’d clung to all her pathetic life. I put the shot between my teeth and downed it in a single gulp. People were starting to pay attention to Rachel and me, hoping that we’d go as far as her two “friends.” I glanced over to see Lucy and Jessy making out, they’re hands gripping each other’s exposed breasts as their tongues slid between their mouths. I grinned down at Rachel and poured the contents of another shot between her beautiful, pale tits. Rachel looked up at me with a fearful expression, a pathetic whimper slipping from her lips. I pulled down her top until her large breasts burst from the neckline and her erect nipples were exposed. Her eyes widened and her lips quivered. I placed my tongue against her nipple and slowly licked my way up to the nape of her neck. Her hand moved up to stop me.
That’s right, Rachel, I thought as my tongue traveled up her neck and to her quivering lips, show everyone what a fucking bitch you are.
I thought Rachel would have stopped me by now, and gone on a rant about the “sins of the flesh,” but she didn’t. No, Rachel did the exact opposite. When my tongue got to her lips, her terrified expression changed rapidly. Her quivering mouth formed a wicked smile, and her fearful eyes grew hungry with desire.
“What the fu-”
Rachel grabbed my platinum hair with a forceful hand and pushed our faces together. Her luscious lips wrapped around my own and her tongue slid into my mouth. My eyes widened in shock, and Rachel gave me a little wink as her hands ran down my back and slipped into my skirt. Her thumbs hooked my waistband and pushed my thong and skirt to my knees, exposing me in front of everyone. Horrified, I tried to pull away from the kiss, but Rachel countered by rolling us over on the table until she was on top.
Rachel kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. It was so domineering, so possessive. Her tongue placated my own and her lips locked tightly. She was well practiced and skilled with her movements; every attempt I made to gracefully break from her hold was countered with seduction I’d never felt before. She had me under her control; either I was going to play her game, or I was going to make a complete fool of myself in front of everyone. Embarrassment was worse than death for me, so I made my choice. I gave in and let her have me, praying in my mind that she wouldn’t go too far.
“It’s so unlike you to pray, Anna,” Rachel whispered as she broke from my kiss, “and if you think this is as far as I’m going, you’re in for a bad night.”
“How did you-”
“Shhhh,” Rachel smiled as she put a finger to my lips, “you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Tom, would you? I mean, you’re clearly the party girl who’s down for anything, aren’t you?”
“I…”
Rachel silenced my thought with her index and middle finger. She slid her digits between the folds of my womanhood and curled them until they pressed against my inner spot. I let out a gasp of horror and pleasure as the crowd cheered my molestation. Rachel smirked at me, and then turned her attention elsewhere.
“Hey Sara, Becky,” Rachel called to my two friends, who were standing on the perimeter of the spectacle with mouths wide in shock, “Anna just told me she wants you two to join in.”
SARA
Never in a million years would I have guessed Rachel Johnson would be a lesbian exhibitionist. But there she was, the center of attention, with her fingers deep in Anna’s pussy. Anna had overplayed her hand, and now she was paying the price. People were starting to get out their phones and film this, and I needed to put a stop to it immediately.
“Becky,” I said, tugging her shirt, “we need to get Anna out of there before this ends up on pornhub!”
“How do we do that without ruining the party?” Becky asked, “Anna got herself into this! She’s on her own!”
“Hey Sara, Becky,” Rachel called over to us, “Anna just told me she wants you two to join in.”
Terror gripped me as jeers and whistles sounded from the crowd. Peer pressure from all around me compelled Becky and I to do as Rachel asked. We gave each other nervous glances. If we did this, we’d become the life of the party, but we’d also be filmed and put online. If we pulled Anna out of there and ran upstairs, our reputation would be ruined, and no one would ever come to our parties again.
“We can’t do it,” Becky whispered as we walked over to Rachel and Anna, “my dad would cut me off if he found out!”
“How are we getting out of this?!” I hissed.
“We’ll just make out with Anna for a little bit, and then take her upstairs like we’re going to fuck.” Becky said, “That way, we don’t embarrass ourselves, but we also don’t end up homeless!”
That would be a great plan, a seductive thought whispered in my mind, but wouldn’t it be more fun to give everyone a show?
I felt wetness between my legs, and arousal like I’d never experienced before. I looked at Becky in terror and desire, and realized she was going through the same sensation. She gazed at my body and licked her lips, and I couldn’t help but do the same.
Just do whatever Rachel wants, the thought moaned in my mind, and you’ll feel better than you’ve ever felt before.
ANNA
I’d never been touched like this by another woman before. I often led on that I was bisexual, but that was merely to gain the favor of men I was after. Now, I was whimpering and moaning pathetically as Rachel’s elegant digits burrowed into my frothing slit. She smirked down at me as I reacted to her every movement. Her fingers possessively ran along my vaginal ceiling as her thumb relentlessly worked my sensitive clit. I felt myself leaking with arousal. My breaths grew shorter and more frequent, my heart rate rose and my back arched from the table as my chest pushed forward. I stopped attempting to escape, and surrendered to her seduction. Maybe she wouldn’t go too far. Maybe, if I played along with her, and acted like this was what I intended, she’d merciful.
“Oooh, fuck,” I moaned, “Rachel, you’re so good!”
“Do you like it when I do that?” Rachel whispered to me with a smile.
“Yesssss,” I hissed as the aching pleasure grew from my depths, “oh fuck, Rachel. Where did you learn to do this?”
“From Lucy.” Rachel said as she gestured to the brunette straddled atop Jessy.
“What other things did she teach you?” I asked, biting my lip.
“So many things.” Rachel whispered as her other hand slid under my top.
“Rachel, don’t,” I said as I stopped her, “I uhh…I stuff my bra.”
“I know,” Rachel smirked, “and now, everyone else will too.”
Rachel would not be merciful. Rachel gripped my top and pulled it over my face. She snagged the strap of my bra with her thumb, and ripped it down. The contents of my bra flew out, and the petite breasts I’d been so self-conscious about were exposed to everyone at the party. Cruel laughter filled my ears as I felt the humiliation take over me. Tears formed in my eyes and blotted the shirt that was covering my face, but despite my shame, I still writhed under Rachel’s seduction. Her hand was working my pussy into a spasming frenzy, and I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure from beneath my shirt.
“All those years you taunted me for my body,” Rachel’s voice whispered in my ear, “and you’ve been faking your breast size the whole time.”
“Rachel,” I sobbed in fear and pleasure, “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, Anna,” Rachel’s voice chuckled, “but your apology is not accepted.”
“Rachel,” I whimpered, my thighs grinding together around her invading fingers, “please stop!”
“I’m not going to stop,” Rachel voice whispered, “and you’re going to do everything I say, Anna, or everyone’s going to know what a fucking loser you are. You’re my whore now, Anna. Moan for me, whore.”
Rachel’s fingers danced beautifully inside me, sending felicitous bouts of hot pleasure coursing through my depths. I moaned for her, just like she wanted. I couldn’t help myself; she was too good.
“Becky, Sara, so good of you to join us,” Rachel’s voice said, “Anna is embarrassed about her breast size; why don’t you show her that you’ll still be her friend.”
I felt two mouths wrap around my erect nipples, and I heard the crowd cheer and whistle. Rachel pulled my shirt from my face to reveal Becky and Sara nursing from me. Their expressions were warped in confusion, but they compliantly did what Rachel asked of them. I looked around in horror to see almost everyone watching me. They had their phones out and were filming. My parents would see this; this wasn’t a fucking game anymore.
“Becky, Sara; stop!” I cried.
Becky and Sara clearly heard me, but they didn’t stop. Rachel smirked at my helplessness as my friends continued to diligently nurse from me. Their lips sucked greedily upon my breasts, pulling the flesh of my soft bosom outward, sending warm pleasure leaking into my chest. They stared up at me the whole time, their eyes possessed with desire.
“Rachel,” I screamed in horror and pleasure, “what did you do to them?!”
“Nothing,” Rachel laughed as her fingers worked faster inside me, “they’re just too horny to stop themselves.”
“It’s true,” Sara moaned, “I don’t want to do this to you, but I can’t help myself!”
“You taste so good, Anna,” Becky whispered, a string of saliva bridging my nipple and her lips, “I want to taste you everywhere.”
“And you can,” Rachel smiled as she withdrew from my pussy, my juices webbed between her fingers, “come have a sample of Anna, and see how you like her.”
Becky and Sara both moved from my erect nipples and sucked the nectar of my nethers from Rachel’s fingers. They moaned as they tasted me, their eyes growing hungry as they stared at me with lustful craving. Rachel smirked at my horror and guided my two best friends down to my frothing pussy. I closed my legs tightly and fixed my face in a defiant gaze. Rachel laughed at me and pushed her fingers back into my slit, coercing my legs to part with her electric touch. The crowd jeered and applauded as I broke and whimpered pathetically. No one would help me. No one believed I didn’t want this.
Sara and Becky exchanged spit in a sloppy kiss, before lowering their faces to my depths. Rachel removed her hand and sucked her fingers as she stared daggers into my soul. I felt two tongues graze along the petals of my womanhood, and then dive into me. I let out another pathetic whimper. They greedily licked my insides, their tongues wriggling together as they tasted my inner flesh, and the juices that it bore. I placed a hand over my mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure. Rachel pulled my hand down and pressed her lips against my own. She hedonistically kissed me just like before, and once again, I fell under her seduction. She was so good. I kissed her back, ashamed and afraid of what was happening to me. I was being raped in front of everyone I wanted to impress, and I was enjoying it.
Rachel parted from our kiss, smiling evilly down at me before she slid her body on top of mine. I felt her slit soaking though her thong as she straddled my sternum.
“Who wants to see Anna eat my pussy?” she jubilantly asked the crowd.
The guests roared their approval, and she lifted her legs over my head to take off her thong. She hiked up her skirt and parted her tight lower lips for all too see, smiling as the crowd cheered her on. Rachel basked in her depravity, while I shrank in it. She was better than me, and now she knew it. She sneered in my face and shifted her body forward until her soaking cunt was inches above my mouth.
“You know what to do,” she smiled cruelly, “you fucking whore.”
My cry of fearful protest was cut short. Rachel spread herself with two fingers and dropped her pelvis onto my face. My lips sealed shut to deny her, but I couldn’t keep up the defiance. Becky and Sara’s tongues were writhing inside my cunt, sending my pelvis into a series of delightful contractions. My lips were forced open to yield a moan, and I tasted Rachel on my tongue. She was delicious. Her juices poured into my mouth, seeping down my throat and filling me with her flavor. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t help myself. I tested her depths with a tentative tongue, and she shifted lustfully on top of me. I’d never eaten pussy before, nor I had I the desire, but there was something about Rachel…the way she didn’t ask for permission, the way she demanded me…My tongue began to move back and forth through her petals. She twitched and frothed in delight. Her reactive pleasure excited me, and I did it again. Rachel moaned and drove her pelvis down on my face, suffocating me with her weight. Her responsive ardency was oddly endearing; I wanted to please her. I wanted to make her feel good. My hands moved from their resting position at my sides and grabbed her thick ass. I spread her wide, and passionately tongued her lower lips. What was happening to me? What was she doing to me?!
LUCIFER
I had some football player eating me out as I sat in a chair and watched the spectacle in the center of the party. God was upstairs in Anna’s bedroom getting gangbanged by three studs, as she was one to do. God really enjoyed being taken and used, but Rachel was different. Rachel liked being handled rough and abused as much as anyone, but what she really coveted was control. If Rachel was being gangbanged, it was going to be on her terms; she was like me that way.
Rachel was straddled across Anna’s face and riding her like a cowgirl as the crowd got more and more worked up. I smiled and took a drag from my cigarette. Rachel was enjoying this so much. I caught her gaze as she turned her head around, her back flexing, her thick legs wrapped with her thigh-high socks, her full ass protruding from her hiked-up skirt, and Anna’s chin squirming between her cheeks. Rachel gave me a wicked smile, and I returned it. I could see the darkness growing within her. The small spot next to her soul’s heart was spreading fast throughout her body. Every indulgence in her desire for power was edging her ever closer to my side. I pushed the man eating me out deeper into my cunt and licked my lips at the Rachel.
Why don’t you come over and play with me? she asked.
I’m a little occupied at the moment. I smiled back.
He can come with, Rachel’s voice giggled, In fact, let’s get the whole team involved.
RACHEL
Anna had tried to resist me for a moment, but her defenses faltered almost instantly. I grinded my frothing slit across her lips, and her tongue compliantly snaked from her mouth to please me. I was surprised at how weak she was, how easily she accepted her subservient role. To be honest, I wanted a little more fight from her, and I knew just how to get it.
I locked eyes with Tom, who was watching me with rapt attention as he stroked himself. Other girls at the party wanted to please him, but he dismissed their offers and kept his gaze fixed on me. His cock was rigid, thick and long; it looked delicious. I gave him a beckoning smile and placed my hands between my legs, driving Anna deeper into me with a push of her head. Tom got the message and walked over to me, his cock swaying back and forth between his legs.
“I was wondering when you’d come over.” I smiled as I pressed my lips to his own and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“I didn’t want to intrude,” Tom said as he parted from the kiss, “you looked like you were busy.”
I felt Anna squirming between my legs at the sound of Tom’s voice. She screamed some muffled words, and I silenced her with a clench of my thick thighs.
“What was that about?” Tom laughed.
“Oh, nothing,” I moaned as Anna obediently resumed her meal, “Anna just wanted to say ‘hi.’ Have you ever been in an orgy before, Tom?”
“Never,” Tom laughed, “the best I’ve ever done is a threesome.”
“Well,” I smirked as I stroked him, “I’ve got three women here, and I can’t have them all to myself. Why don’t you get your friends over here to help me out?”
Anna screamed something beneath me. I shifted my weight forward until her mouth was pressed against my puckered sphincter.
“What did she say?” Tom asked.
“She said she wanted to eat my ass,” I smirked, “to get it ready for you.”
“Holy shit,” Tom groaned as I stroked him harder, “Rachel, you’re-”
“Fuck me, Tom.” I said with eyes full of lust, “Fuck me on top of Anna.”
ANNA
I was Rachel Johnson’s bitch, there was no denying it now. She was going to fuck the man I yearned for, on top of my face. I tried to protest, I tried to scream, but Rachel just pushed her weight forward until my open mouth was pressed against her rim. My nose pushed into her pussy and I tasted her ass on my tongue. I tried to stop myself, to stay the whorish instincts growing inside me, but it was no use. Becky was sucking my clit while Sara sloppily tasted my insides. I was driven to manic ecstasy, and all I could do was wrap my lips around Rachel’s rim, and suck just like she wanted. I was her whore, I was her little slut. I wanted to lick the filth from her insides and prepare her ass for Tom, so I did. I abandoned what dignity I had left, and gave Rachel my first rim job. Her inner-flesh parted delectably around my tongue, and she squeezed my invading oral member gratefully. I hummed a moan of lechery and rotated my lips around her, and she clenched her thighs on my head in response.
“Mmmmm, Annna,” Rachel moaned, “you’re such a good girl. Do you like how my ass tastes?”
I nodded as best I could under her weight.
“If you do a really good job,” Rachel’s voice said to me, “I’ll let you suck my ass off Tom’s cock when he’s done with me.”
I moaned eagerly. I would love do that…Mistress.
BECKY
I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was a slave to the desires of my body, but I had never desired to do this before. I never even kissed a girl before, but now I was entangling tongues with Sara inside Anna’s pussy, and I loved it. Anna flowed into my mouth, her nectar tasting sweet on my tongue. She shifted and gyrated in a dance of need, her body reacting to the whim of my oral movements. Oh my god, it felt so right to do this to her. I knew she didn’t want it, she told me to stop, but I couldn’t help myself. I liked raping her.
I felt a hand grab my hair and rip my head back. I looked over my shoulder to see Lucy smiling at me.
“Becky, Sara,” she said to us, both her hands entwined with our platinum hair, “do you ladies want to do something fun?”
There was something about Lucy that made we want to do anything she asked. Her green eyes were full of excitement and promise of things to come. I nodded eagerly, a smile creeping across my face.
“Good,” Lucy smirked, “I have some toys I want you to play with.”
LUCIFER
I had Becky and Sara lying on their backs below Anna’s spread legs. I beckoned them to hook their arms beneath their own thighs and raise their knees next to their chins. I could see their souls brimming with my corruption; they were almost completely mine. All they needed was a little push.
“Have you two ever done it here?” I asked as I rested an index finger on each of their pink assholes.
“Never.” They said in unison.
“Well,” I smirked as my fingers slowly pushed forward, prompting gasps from the two blonde girls as their twitching rims enclosed around my knuckles, “I guess tonight will be a night of many new experiences for you.”
They moaned pathetically as their tight rims squeezed my invading fingers. I added a middle finger to each of their asses and rotated, stretching them out for the two men I had waiting. They clenched around me greedily, their eyes staring their lust as their mouths fell agape in the shock of their new pleasure.
“Jamal, Tyron,” I smiled to the football players at my sides, “I think these little sluts are ready for you.”
Becky and Sara smiled at the two men stroking their black cocks. I pulled out of the girl’s tight rims and gently grabbed a dick in each hand. I savored their pulsating warmth in my palms and exchanged hedonistic kisses with Tyron and then Jamal. My eyes opened to slits and I stared into their souls and smiled. Men were so much easier to corrupt than women. All it took was a touch of their cocks, and they were already mine. I guided my new playthings into the waiting sphincters of my new whores. Becky and Sara simultaneously cried out in agony, but their corrupted souls only relished the pain. I released my hold on the throbbing shafts and grabbed two handfuls of muscular, black ass. I pushed the footballers deeper, laughing as my new whores screamed out. Their rims stretched to thin, pink circles as their pussies flowed down their taints and lubricated their painful sodomy. Despite their agony, Becky and Sara continued to hold their legs up, allowing the men to penetrate them deeper. I guided Tyron and Jamal all the way forward until their balls pressed against Sara and Becky’s tailbones. I allowed my new whores a moment of reprieve, before giving my new studs an encouraging slap on the ass.
“No need to be gentle with them any longer,” I smirked down at the pleasure-drunk women, “fuck these blonde bimbos with your big, black cocks.”
Jamal and Tyron took my words to heart. They greedily sunk their fingers into the supple asses of the two blonde sluts and power-fucked their way into their rectums. Becky and Sara shrieked in collective pleasure and agony. Tears welled in their quivering eyes and their mouths locked agape in ecstasy. Their soft abdomens flexed in strain and their tan complexions glistened with sweat. Their makeup smeared down their faces as their hair flailed to the brutal rhythm of the driving men. Becky finally fell into my slavery, but I could hear the last little gasps of Sara’s soul trying to hopelessly defy me. It was time to reveal myself to the poor mortal.
SARA
Please stop! I mentally screamed to Jamal as his cock drove relentlessly into my virgin asshole. I don’t know what came over me, but my mind and body were being taken over with unbelievable lust. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in delectable agony and clenching around Jamal. I couldn’t stop myself from holding my legs up for him and spreading myself to deepen the penetration. I couldn’t even stop myself from begging him to fuck me harder.
Lucy stood above me, her pale breasts protruding from beneath her cut-off top, her plaid skirt hiked-up and exposing her perfect, hairless slit, and her fishnet stockings clinging to her thick thighs as her garters pressed into the pale flesh of her glutes. She smirked down at me and brought her lips to my vacant cunt. A long, thin, forked tongue snaked from her mouth. That wasn’t a human’s tongue.
No, it’s not, Lucy’s voice moaned in my mind, but it feels good, doesn’t it?
What the fuck are you? I screamed in horror as my physical voice moaned a whorish tone.
Who am I, would be a more apt question, Lucy’s voice giggled girlishly, you’re a catholic girl, I’m sure you’ve heard of me.
S-S-Satan?! I stammered as my back curved in response to her tongue burrowing into my depths.
I prefer to be called Lucy, actually, Lucy said, her green eyes flashing gold before me, but you can call me Master.
Oh God, please save me! I screamed as I felt myself falling under Lucy’s control.
God’s upstairs getting gangbanged, Lucy’s voice chuckled as her nose pressed against my clit, and she’s given me free reign over everyone in this party. Give in to me, Sara; Becky already has.
I looked over at Becky. Two curved horns protruded from her disheveled platinum hair. She turned to me and smiled evilly, revealing a pair of over-sized canine teeth.
“Join us, Sara,” Becky said with a seductive moan, her body writhing in the lust of her anal defilement, “join me as a whore…forever.”
I screamed in horror and tried to squirm away, but it was no use; my body was captive to the pleasure. I stared up at Jamal and Tyron and noticed they also had fallen. Their brows bore large, curved horns, and their eyes gleamed with golden irises.
“Join us.” They all said.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Jamal was stretching my anal skin out of my rectum with each pull, sending my pelvic floor extending from my taint, shooting aching pings of pleasure into my depths. Lucy’s tongue was so deep in my pussy, her forked tip was tickling my cervix, and my body reacted passionately to the new delight. I cried and gasped with increasingly louder tones, my diaphragm heaving in desperate breaths. Jamal’s cock throbbed in my ass as he broke through my sensitive depths with punishing force. Lucy’s tongue was working my pussy into a crescendo of chaotic spams. My head flung backward and my chest pushed forward as my shoulders pinched together and my back arched. I screeched out as the best orgasm of my life erupted from my depths. They didn’t stop, they didn’t even slow down. I looked in to Lucy’s smiling, golden eyes as she snaked her wonderful tongue into my womb.
“I…” I trailed off as my thoughts left me, “I want to join you, Master. I want to be your whore forever.”
RACHEL
Tom sensually sucked from my pale breast as he pumped into my gripping pussy with slow, deep drives. His cock parted my tender insides with methodical forcefulness, as if he was gradually breaking me open. I pushed my hips down on Anna’s face and grinded my pelvis along her tongue. She compliantly licked my taint before returning to my asshole. Her tongue had been tentative at first, but now she was greedily cleaning out my insides, her lips parting to suck my rim and whisper moans of her approval.
I turned my gaze to Tom. I didn’t really care about him anymore, but the fact that Anna wanted him, made me want him. I clenched my vaginal muscles around him and wrapped my legs about his waist, forcing him deep into me as I growled with animalistic passion. He groaned and sucked ardently from my tit, prompting a decadent moan to slip from my smiling lips. My eyes half-closed in bliss as I ran my fingers through his thick, brown hair and squished his face deeper into my bosom. He’d never had pussy this good before. He’d be thinking about me for the rest of his life. Maybe…maybe I could take him too.
Oooo, Lucy’s seductive voice cooed in my mind, Are we getting greedy? Do you want more than one slave, Rachel?
I turned my head to the side to see that Lucy had corrupted every man and woman at the party, except Tom and Anna. Tom was too preoccupied with my breasts to notice all his friends were demons, and Anna’s eyes were blinded between my legs. Lucy had abandoned her human form, and was now splayed out in her crimson glory, her hands firmly grasping the horned heads of Sara and Becky as they licked her dripping cunt beneath her plaid skirt. Two enslaved footballers were doing lateral splits beneath Lucy as she slid her gaping asshole up and down their shafts.
You’re calling me greedy. I laughed.
I couldn’t help myself, Lucy moaned, you mortals are just too much fun.
This boy, I said as I ran a possessive hand down Tom’s back, I want him for myself.
Take him, Lucy said as she blew a kiss across the room, sending a spectral heart gliding to me, but you have to share him with me.
Deal. I smiled, and caught the heart in my mouth. I pulled Tom’s face from my breast and kissed him deeply. I saw his soul cloud with my darkening power. His irises turned silver and his brow formed two blue horns. He smiled up at me, his eyes full of unconditional devotion.
“Master.” He whispered to me.
My own slave. My own personal slave. I could fall for this temptation. I could join Lucy for this. I just had to finish off Anna first.
ANNA
I felt Tom’s cock driving into Rachel’s pussy from the other side of her ass. She moaned and cried as her glutes flexed around my face, my tongue writhing desperately into the depths of her delicious asshole. Rachel rode me with increased ardency, her hips shifting back and forth in the throes of her lust. I was just a stool for her, an object to give her pleasure while she fucked the man I wanted. I was nothing. I felt Rachel’s taint twitch and convulse with chaotic pleasure. She shifted her weight all the way on my face as her back arched. She screamed a note of ecstasy and came in a wave of delightful spasms that writhed against my pressing face.
“I’m ready for you, Tom,” Rachel’s voice, moaned hoarsely, “I want you in my ass.”
I gave Rachel a final, passionate anal kiss to prepare her for Tom. Rachel elegantly dismounted from my face and smiled possessively into my eyes. I smiled back. She would reward me for my good behavior. I got to my knees and glanced over at-
What the fuck.
Everyone at the party had changed. All the women had small, red horns curving from their hair, with extended canine teeth and thin, red tails. All the men had large horns protruding from their brows, and golden irises that gleamed with greedy desire. They were all taking each other, fucking with unnatural speed. The women screamed sustained notes as their bodies shook violently from the demon’s machine-gun drives. Lucy was in the middle of it all, but she wasn’t Lucy anymore. Her pale skin was deep red, and her black hair bore two, curved horns. She was shifting her hips in a lustful belly-dance as she grinded on two anally-penetrating cocks. Sara and Becky had changed as well, and were now each sandwiched between two former football players, as they licked Lucy’s cunt. Their pelvic floors protruded from their bodies with each forceful pull by their penetrators, their taints stretching between their gaping holes and glistening with the juices and cum leaking from their orifices. Sara and Becky both glanced back at me and smiled evilly, reaching behind and spreading themselves wide for the men brutally fucking them.
“There all Lucy’s slaves now,” Rachel whispered in my ear, “and you’ll be my slave, Anna.”
“What?!” I screamed in horror.
“You’re going to be Rachel’s slave,” Tom said, his head decorated with two, blue horns and his eyes silver, “you can be her slave with me.”
Lucy was clearly the devil, and Rachel must have made a pact with her. I was to be Rachel’s eternal slave, and there was nothing I could do about it. I’d never been religious, but in this moment, I looked for help in the only place I thought to find it.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed as Rachel guided my body to my knees, “please save me!”
“Why is it,” Jessy’s voice replied from the stairwell, “that every time someone finds themselves in a situation of their own making, they want me to bail them out?”
Jessy was covered head to toe in semen. Her hair was a mess of stuck-together blonde strands, and her body was besmirched with bright-red handprints.
“So good of you to join us, God,” Lucy giggled at my reaction, “did you have fun upstairs?”
“I did,” God smiled before exchanging a passionate kiss with the devil, “but things were getting too interesting down here to ignore. Rachel; I see you have a slave.”
“I’m working on another one,” Rachel laughed as her hand split into a four-fingered V and pushed into my ass and cunt, “but she’s been very resilient.”
I cried out at Rachel’s penetration. I’d never had something in both holes before, and the way her fingers were working into me was driving me insane.
“Do you want my help?” God asked Rachel, her hands outlining her spectacular curves as she strutted over it me.
“She’s always testing my faith,” Rachel giggled in my ear as I moaned pathetically from her touch, “but I think I’ll take her up on her offer. What do you think, Anna? Do you want to fuck God?”
GOD
Rachel was bent over, her ass next to Anna’s face as her fingers worked the poor mortal into an ecstatic frenzy. I could see the corruption growing inside Rachel. What was once a small mark on her pure soul, was now a web of coursing darkness radiating from her heart. This was not a benign spot, but a metastasis that was consuming her. Lucy smirked over me, knowing her victory was imminent. Rachel had never before shown signs of corruption, but now, it was readily apparent. All I could do was guide her gently into Lucy’s arms. I’d lost.
It wasn’t all bad; Rachel would make a spectacular demon, and I would visit her for her services regularly. I was excited to see what form she’d take. I think she’d choose the hermaphrodite form; she was the most beautiful hermaphrodite I’d ever seen, and there was no denying she enjoyed the power of that body.
I walked over to the frightened Anna and put a gentle hand on her trembling cheek.
“Why have you forsaken me?” she whimpered, her body writhing as Rachel’s hand spread her holes gaping.
“I never forsook you, Child,” I smiled warmly, “you did that yourself. Accept Rachel as your eternal master, and enjoy the sin of hell forever.”
“No.” she said, her whole body shaking as she battled Rachel’s seductive prowess, “Please don’t make me!”
“I can’t make you do anything, Anna,” I said as I got on my hands and knees on the table, “you have the power of free will. But Rachel…Rachel has the power to take that from you, and I’m going to help her do it.”
“Why?” Anna whispered as I slid my body beneath her own, until I was at eye-level with her dripping cunt.
“Because,” I smiled into her depths, “Rachel is my friend, and you tortured her for years. Call it divine justice.”
I wrapped my legs around Anna’s neck and pressed her face into my soft pussy. Rachel lowered her face to mine, and I accepted her kiss. She was so much like Lucy; so domineering, so possessive. I melted in her mouth, and fell into her seduction. If Rachel hadn’t used her enslaving power on Tom, I’d be her little bitch right now. As it was, I’d still do anything she’d ask; I liked being the submissive slut.
“Mmmm, Rachel,” I whispered as she parted from our kiss, “you’ve got