I did not serve God for this.
With tears of regret streaming down her face, Sister Mary clenched her teeth.
She had endured the torture of conversion.
The hardest part was being stripped naked and violated in front of the statue of God.
The cultists mercilessly assaulted her.
"Ah, ahhh"
As a virgin, she was forced to accept the seed of multiple men in one night.
Her untouched, snow-white skin was covered in saliva and semen.
Semen flowed endlessly from her genitals, soaking her thighs.
The barbaric acts continued day and night in front of the statue of the God she had devoted her life to, breaking her spirit.
Yet, she had not given up.
I am the bride of God.
God forgives all.
Another man climbed on top of her.
A servant of the cultists.
A man with a horribly pockmarked and acne-ridden face.
"You're at your limit, aren't you? If you give in and beg to be embraced, you'll be forgiven."
As he said this, he latched onto her breast like a baby and sucked on her nipple.
Her tormented nipples quickly became hard and sent stinging pleasure through her.
"Ugh... ugh"
Sister Mary gritted her teeth and endured the hellish pleasure.
She would not give in.
"Rejoice. The leader will finally embrace you."
said the cultist who had ravaged her body until it was in tatters, as usual.
"Ah... ugh"
Her nipples were red and swollen, and her clitoris had been exposed.
Her body had been transformed into a lewd state by the countless men who had embraced her day and night.
These days, she found herself unknowingly spreading her legs when a man approached.
But she had not yet given in.
Even when urged to say it felt good and to lose herself, she had never uttered such words.
A few women entered the room and gently lifted her filthy body.
They wiped her entire body with clean cloths.
The warm, wet cloths gently caressed her body, making her moan softly in pleasure.
The women dressed her in a white, pure garment.
During prayer, she felt as if she were being gently embraced by the Lord.
She clasped her hands together and prayed for the strength to endure the trials that awaited her.
She was slowly walked down a long, arched hallway.
When the ornately carved door opened, the clean scent of flowers wafted in.
She saw a man lying leisurely on a large, circular bed.
A young man dressed in beautiful religious attire.
"Is that the leader? How ostentatious,"
Sister Mary bit her lip in humiliation.
"Bring her here,"
the man said.
The leader had a very beautiful face.
Like Satan.
The leader gently pulled Sister Mary onto the bed and laid her down.
"From today, you are my bride,"
he said.
"What are you saying? I am the bride of God,"
Sister Mary replied firmly. The man gently stroked her cheek and traced the lines of her body with his hand.
Her garment was removed.
"Ah,"
The friction of the cloth stimulated her nipples, making her cry out from the sharp sensation.
"You've developed into a lewd body,"
he said.
"That was just a surprise,"
she replied.
"Well, we'll see about that,"
The leader pinched her nipple and began to twist it.
Her already erect nipples sent waves of pleasure to her brain.
"Ugh... stop! It hurts,"
she pleaded.
"It doesn't look that way to me,"
he said, taking her nipple into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
"Ugh..."
Indescribable pleasure began to take over Sister Mary.
After savoring her nipples for a while, the man released them.
"Ugh... ha, ha,"
Her exposed clitoris was already erect, and her groin was wet.
Had he noticed?
"You must be thirsty. Let me give you something good to drink,"
he said.
"I don't need anything,"
Sister Mary replied, but the man inserted the tip of a container with a spout into her mouth.
The drink was sweet, and she swallowed it involuntarily.
Her body gradually began to heat up.
"What... what did you make me drink?"
"A rare and expensive aphrodisiac that even royalty seldom taste. Here, let me give you some more,"
he said, inserting the spout into her wet vagina and pouring the aphrodisiac in.
"Ah! Ahh!"
Her groin burned with heat.
"This will make you even wetter,"
he said, rubbing the aphrodisiac liquid onto her nipples with his hand.
He wore a cruel smile.
"Ah, ah,"
Now, even the slightest movement of air made Sister Mary's body react.
"Concubines, come,"
he clapped his hands, and the women who had cleansed her body earlier climbed onto the bed.
"What a lovely girl,"
"This girl will fall into a lewd hell. It's thrilling,"
The women began to caress Sister Mary's wet body with their delicate hands, wearing seductive smiles.
The forced pleasure was almost painful.
Unlike pain, the desire for it to continue a little longer gnawed at Sister Mary.
"Ah... stop,"
In the waves of humiliation and pleasure, Sister Mary began to cry.
One of the most beautiful concubines licked her tears.
"Ah, sweet and delicious,"
The woman kissed Sister Mary.
Her thin tongue quickly invaded her lips.
Entwined with the woman's tongue, Sister Mary felt a numbing sensation that left her breathless.
"Ugh, ugh. Mmm,"
At that moan, the other women simultaneously attacked her body.
One sucked on her nipple.
Another took her exposed, swollen clitoris into her mouth.
Every part of her was caressed by the women's gentle touches, and Sister Mary screamed.
"No, stop. I'll break. Ahhh,"
The women's caresses were not as rough as the men's, but sweet and melting, making her body tremble.
"Ah! Ahhh,"
Unable to endure any longer, Sister Mary let out an unrestrained cry.
"You've lost, beautiful Sister,"
the leader said, lying leisurely on the bed.
"Stand back,"
he ordered, and the women withdrew from the bed.
"Beautiful woman, it's time for your conversion,"
he said, removing his garment.
His supple muscles stood out against his dark skin.
His erect manhood.
"No, stop,"
she said, but her eyes were fixed on his member.
The man lifted her legs and rubbed his erect member against her swollen clitoris.
"Ah, ah. Forgive me. Please stop,"
"Sweet saint, I will give you the forgiveness you truly desire,"
he said, pressing the tip of his penis against her vaginal opening.
"No, no,"
he ignored her and thrust into her.
A sharp, electric pleasure shot through Sister Mary.
"Ahhh,"
The man began to move his hips in small motions.
"Forgive me... forgive me. Ahh,"
Sister Mary moaned, clasping her hands in prayer.
The man continued to ravage her with a cruel smile.
Sister Mary's consciousness began to blur.
Her breasts shook with the man's rhythm.
Unconsciously, she began to play with her own nipples.
"Ah, ah. No. Ahh,"
The sound of their coupling filled the room, making her feel as if even her ears were being violated.
The man lifted her slender body and, still inside her, sat cross-legged, pushing himself deeper into her.
"Ah! Ahh, ugh,"
Sister Mary moaned, moving her body in time with his thrusts.
There was no longer a chaste girl who had vowed fidelity to God.
"Does it feel good, Sister?"
"Ah, ha. Ah,"
The man bit down on her swaying nipple.
"Ahh. It feels good. Good,"
she cried out involuntarily.
"That's right. Now, moan more,"
The man's flesh rubbed against her inner walls.
Her entire body made wet sounds.
"Ah, ahh. Ah,"
Sister Mary surrendered her body, mind, and soul to pleasure.
She was given the aphrodisiac repeatedly, and semen was poured into her womb over and over. Even as dawn approached, her body was not released.
"Say it. Convert and bear my child,"
"Ah, ah. I will. Ah,"
Drooling and with glazed eyes, Sister Mary had already fallen. Her body could think of nothing but pleasure.
"Very well. I will give you my seed once more,"
he said, ejaculating into her womb.
"Ah, ah! I'll get pregnant. Ahhh,"
She cried out in joy.
There was no longer any trace of the resurrected saint.
Fin.
