Religious Conversion
by J. F. Gargiulo
Pastor Jill walked back and forth on the stage of her mega-temple, a house of worship that looked more like a fortress than a church. Her fingers and toes were painted a pure shade of white, and her white heels clacked as she preached The Holy Word to her congregation.
“Man shall only lie with woman and vice versa—this is made very clear in The Book,” she said, talking with her hands. “Homosexuality is a sin of the highest order because it is against what is written in The Book. It’s as simple as that. Understand?”
The parishioners of The Temple of the Wayward Souls, who were all women, nodded and spoke in unison, “Yes, Pastor.”
Pastor Jill, so sharp and neat in her white suit, smiled as she looked out upon her Work. All of her congregants sat up straight in their seats. Their uniforms were white skirts that covered everything above the knee, and around their waists they wore black belts.
Pastor Jill founded The Temple. She specifically sought to right the wrongful behavior of women, and she had quite a successful track record. Prostitutes, drug abusers, alcoholics, adulterers, atheists, believers of other faiths, lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals—all found new purpose when they entered the care of Pastor Jill.
Oh, there were critics, who mainly said that she was trying to mold the social order of her town to her own will instead of lend a helping hand. Not that any of these people were able to take her down—not after they had a one-on-one with her in her special office, that is …
“The Word in The Book also speaks against transsexuals, who are confused about who and what they are,” she continued. “What they fail to realize is that they are the gender they were born with, and that’s all that they should be. Trying to act or become the opposite sex is a sin and crime against nature. Do you agree?”
“Of course, Pastor,” the congregants said.
“Good. That ends today’s sermon and service. Go and praise The Writ in every way.”
“We hear and we obey.”
And they all chanted obey, at first slowly but then quicker until they all started speaking in tongues, their hands in the air and eyes rolled back in their heads. When their energy abated, the worshippers then stood up and filed out neatly.
Pastor Jill looked on with pride. Her long, curly hair was tied back into a neat ponytail.
I truly am the servant of The Word, she thought, and no one will ever change that.
When everyone left, she walked off of the stage. She was about to exit through a door at the back of the stage, but was met by one of her personal secretaries, who held a tablet.
“What is it?” the cleric asked.
“Pastor, we have intercepted a video from your home,” the woman said, with a monotone voice. “You must see it.”
And see it she did.
But she did not like what she saw …
Joan ran to the front door of the mansion when she heard the bell ring and opened it quickly. Standing before her was Lana. The two women smiled at each other, and then devolved into a fit of giggles once Lana entered the house.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” Lana asked.
Joan closed the door. “Yeah, Mother’s preaching, so …”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
The two women hugged tightly and kissed.
“C’mon,” Joan said, taking Lana by the hand and leading her upstairs to her bedroom.
Joan closed the door and left the window shade open just a crack. Lana pulled off her sneakers without untying them, and Joan kicked off her slippers. They jumped into bed and undressed each other, throwing their shirts, jeans, socks, and underwear onto the floor.
Once they were naked, Joan yelped with delight when Lana threw her down on her back and straddled her. Lana smiled as Joan, who was always the submissive, glanced at her lover coyly.
Lana ran her fingers through Joan’s black hair as her mouth moved in closer … closer … closer to Joan’s neck …
Joan raked Lana’s back with her unpainted nails, and Lana retaliated by biting Joan’s earlobe. They took turns breastfeeding and performing cunnilingus on each other. Joan squirted her juice onto Lana, rubbing it all over her white flesh and using her frazzled red hair as a cum-rag.
Lana got off by tickling Joan’s smooth brown skin, especially the 5-foot beauty’s tiny feet and toes. Joan laughed, deep and throaty, but was too weak to stop the torture …
In time, the lovers had their fill of dancing horizontally. Lana lied on Joan’s bed, her arm around the Latina, who rested on Lana’s chest. The redhead took in her surroundings: There was a TV and a phone on Joan’s bureau, and a chair in the corner with stuffed toys on it, but no signs of her being a pastor’s daughter …
Joan ran her fingers around one of Lana’s breasts, thinking that her white skin and pink nipple were such a beautiful combination of colors …
“You’re nothing like your mother,” Lana said.
“And I don’t plan on it.”
“She might groom you to be her heir.”
“Not gonna happen,” Joan said. “How long have we been sneaking around?”
“About a year or so. Why?”
“Nothing …”
“What’s wrong, love?”
“That’s just it … I love you, Lana. Ever since that day when … well, you know …”
Lana kissed Joan’s forehead. “I love you, too, Poca.”
Joan shuddered. “Ooh, I love it when you call me that,” she squealed.
“I’ll call you anything you want if we could be together … out in the open …”
Joan sighed. “I don’t know … Mother has such a stranglehold on this town. The women at her services … they give me the creeps … I don’t want us to end up like them.”
“Me, too, but we have to tell your mom … She needs to lighten up and get with the times. If nothing else, there’s always that vibrator that I’ve been working on. She could be the first to try it. I’m sure it’ll change her mind.”
“I don’t know …” Joan sat up and faced Lana. “Besides, if we tell her, then she’ll disown me and kick me out.”
“We’re on our thirties, Joan—we can handle this. Hell, let’s just move in together.”
“You sure?”
“Of course.”
Joan’s lips broke out into a big smile. “Let’s do it.”
The lesbian lovers embraced. They made out and fucked again, after which they fell into contented sleep in each other’s arms …
They were awakened by the sound of the bedroom door crashing in. The women immediately woke up and screamed. Into the room walked six of the pastor’s parishioners.
And then in walked Pastor Jill.
“Mother!” Joan said, fumbling out of bed and doing a poor job of trying to keep eye contact and pick up her clothes. “What are you doing home?”
Pastor Jill walked over to a teddy bear that Joan kept on her chair. She pressed its back, and the toy emitted a whirring sound.
“Was … was that a camera?” Lana asked.
“You were spying on me?” Joan asked.
The pastor crossed her arms over her chest. “I had my suspicions, and from the looks of it, you need to beg The Deity for forgiveness.”
“But—”
Joan’s mother held up a hand, and Joan ceased her protest. The older woman glared at Lana, who hid her body under the covers. She pointed to her and said, “Guards, seize this vile, filthy creature and her clothes! Have her dress and take her to The Temple! She shall pay with her identity for defiling the sanctity of this worshipful house!”
The parishioners obeyed, manhandling Lana as they led her out of the room.
Joan’s mother pointed a finger at her daughter. “I forbid you from seeing that … that thing ever again!”
Joan stood up. “I’m an adult, Mother, I can date whomever I want.”
“Not while you live under my roof!”
“Then I’ll just move in with Lana.”
Pastor Jill backhanded her daughter in the mouth.
“You are a sinner, and I can’t allow my flesh and blood to live in sin, let alone enjoy it. Tomorrow, you’re coming with me to The Temple , and you’re going to stay there until you realize the error of your ways. Who knows? You may even meet a man.”
“But, Mother … I’m gay, and I love Lana.”
Slap.
“You will not leave this room until I say so. I’m going to go pray for your soul—I suggest you do the same. I’ve put up with your insubordination long enough. In the morning, we’re leaving and that’s final.”
Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs. One of the parishioners came into the bedroom.
“Pastor,” she said, in a monotone voice, “Lana is gone.”
“What?”
“After she dressed, we led her outside, but she punched and kicked her way free. The others are hunting for her, but we cannot find her.”
Pastor Jill sighed. “Deity, give me strength … All right, change of plans. Make sure my daughter dresses, and then bring her out to my car.”
“Yes, Pastor, I obey.”
Pastor Jill left the room, leaving Joan to cry as she clothed herself, all under the watchful, unblinking eyes of the guard …
The pastor drove her daughter and guards to the mega-temple. Entering through the door at the back of the stage, they walked down a staircase to a basement, where Pastor Jill kept her special office. They walked through a hallway lined with prison cells. The occupants screamed and yelled to be let free, but she ignored them. After all, they’ll be joining her followers soon, anyway …
Joan was too scared to say anything; the guards weren’t told to speak.
They passed through a thick door and entered a laboratory. The door closed and locked automatically behind her. In the lab were some congregants, who were prepping for the next specimen. There was a chair in the dimly lit lab, with a screen in front of it and a projector behind it …
“Mother … what is all this?”
“This is where my future congregants have their religious conversion.”
“How did you pay for all of this?”
“How else? Donations, tithing, operating funds. Now, sit.”
“No … I wanna go home.”
“Oh, my darling daughter … You are home.”
Pastor Jill snapped her fingers, and the parishioners were upon Joan. She struggled to break loose, but was forcibly dragged, sat down, and strapped tightly. Her eyes were pronged open, and a worshipper stood next to her administering eye drops every so often.
The Pastor of The Deity walked up to her flesh and blood. She stood in front of her and folded her arms across her chest, glaring at the disappointment that she gave life to.
“Madre, why are you doing this?” Joan asked, tears streaming down her face.
“Because you’re a sinner!” Pastor Jill spat.
“But I love her—”
“No! No daughter of mine shall lie with a woman. One last chance—repent and tell me where could Lana have gone.”
“No! I’ll never betray her! We love each other!”
“Then you leave me no choice,” Pastor Jill said. “And you will change your mind … Everyone does, in the end.”
She nodded to her followers. Joan was gagged. The lights went out and, once Pastor Jill walked out of the way, the projector turned on and lit up the screen. It bombarded Joan with images of obedience and proper conservative behavior for a woman.
All the while, her mother spoke so soothingly about the liberating feeling of conformity, why women must lie with men, why one must only put faith and trust in The Writ of The Deity …
And on and on …
Lana stood on the overpass, looking down at the vehicles passing by … The quickness of their coming and going was soothing, almost hypnotic … What would she hit first, she wondered: the road or a car?
Maybe it’d be a truck …
This wasn’t the first time she was in this situation. Almost two years to the day, she actually stood on the railing until a woman pulled her down. Lana tried to get away, but ended up breaking down in the arms of this woman, saying that no one loved her because she was gay, not even her family …
The woman held and caressed Lana, listened and spoke encouragingly to her. She wore ripped jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt with the logo of a heavy-metal group … just like her …
That woman was Joan, and that day was the beginning of a beautiful—albeit secret—relationship.
One that ended when they took a chance being in Joan’s bed …
The wind blew loose strands of her frizzy red hair in her face, but Lana did nothing to brush them aside. Why bother?
She sighed and moved to get on top of the railing. She stood there, not sure what she was waiting for … It’s not as if her special vibrator was helping …
But just as she was about to go over, she heard footsteps …
“Sister, do not throw away the precious gift that is your life,” someone from behind her said. “For it is written, ‘Those who takes their lives shall find only torment in the hereafter.’”
Lana froze. She swallowed and slowly came down from the railing. She knew that voice. It was Joan’s.
Once on the overpass again, she turned around … and gasped.
The woman in front of her looked like Joan, but …
“You have made the right decision. For The Scripture says, ‘Those who choose life shall have the time to serve The Deity.’”
Lana stared at Joan dumbfounded. Her fingers and toes were painted white and she wore a white dress and shoes. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she wore makeup. Joan also carried in her arms The Book and some pamphlets.
“Oh … Oh, Joan,” Lana said, her voice cracking. “What’ve they done to you?”
Joan cocked her head and furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”
“Look at you … You look like you came out of the ’50s or something … You’re the spitting image of your mother! What happened? The past year was the worst of my life! Where were you?”
“I was at home and at Pastor Jill’s church. She made me see the error of my ways, and installed me as the assistant pastor. I wish to share Great News with you!”
Lana took a step back. “Such as?”
“I no longer love women. I like men now. And it’s all thanks to the teachings of Pastor Jill and her spreading of The Word.”
Lana folded her arms over her chest. “The Word or her word?”
A smile crept over Joan’s blank face. Her glassy eyes blinked once. “Both, or course.” She took a pamphlet and handed it to Lana. “Take this, for it contains information that will save you from your wicked ways.”
“I don’t want it!”
“I insist.”
“No!”
Joan retracted her arm. “Then you leave me no choice but to ask you to come with me. My car is around the corner.”
“Where to?”
“Pastor Jill.”
Lana instinctively looked around, but no one else was near … not that she could tell …
She grabbed hold of Joan’s shoulders and shook her. “Listen to me, I’m going to save you—I swear on our love!”
“But I have already been saved.”
Lana planted a kiss on Joan’s lips. When she broke the embrace, Joan licked her lips.
“Oh, dear. Now I must cleanse myself. I am afraid that I must return to temple. Come with me, Lana.”
But Lana ran … ran away from the woman she loved, her vision blurred by the tears that welled up in her eyes …
She knew of only one safe place to go, and she headed straight there, not daring to look back …
Lana sat across from Dr. Sasha, her therapist, hands covering her face and sobbing.
“It’s all right, Lana,” Dr. Sasha said. “You’re safe now.”
Lana took a tissue from the box on the desk and blew her nose. “Thanks. I feel so helpless … And Joan!” She shuddered. “I can just imagine what her mother put her through.”
“Given what you’ve told me and what I’ve been observing, it sounds as if Pastor Jill has been brainwashing the town’s women,” Dr. Sasha said. She brushed back her blonde hair and sat in silence. “This would explain the new behavior of some of my patients …”
“She has such a stranglehold on this town. Who can help us?”
“Perhaps no one. Many critics, I’ve noticed, have either silenced themselves or joined the pastor’s cause. And there’s been no concrete evidence of what she’s done, so I can’t see what the police or courts can do.”
“Then we’re alone?” Lana asked.
Dr. Sasha smiled at Lana, which made her feel at ease. The therapist had milky-white skin, piercing blue eyes, and a svelte body. Lana would’ve fucked her if not for their relationship … and her love for Joan …
“Oh, my dear Lana, we’re never alone when we have each other.”
She laughed, which made Lana feel uneasy …
Dr. Sasha’s eyes narrowed, but her smile became … devious. “I think I have an idea.”
When Pastor Jill and Joan woke up, their heads ached and they felt groggy …
The cleric shook her head. “Oh, my, what happened …”
It took them a few seconds to realize that, except for each wearing an electric dog collar, they were naked.
And in a cage.
They screamed. Both women huddled together to maintain their modesty and keep warm. A ceiling light shined down on them.
“Pastor Jill!” Joan cried. “What evil has befallen us?”
“I don’t know,” she replied.
She tried to remember what happened: They were invited by Lana and her therapist to discuss Lana’s newfound faith at the doctor’s house, and then … something about not breathing and smelling something sweet …
“The Word says, ‘All enemies of The Deity shall be cast down into fiery oblivion, and all the believers shall rejoice in the freedom of their faith,’” Pastor Jill spat out.
“The Word also says, ‘Show unto those mercy and understanding who are misunderstood that you may understand them better,’” came a woman’s voice from the darkness surrounding them.
Mother and daughter looked around, but couldn’t see anyone. Joan knelt and prayed …
“Show yourselves!” Pastor Jill said.
Dr. Sasha and Lana stepped forward. They each held a Taser wand, and were both dressed as leather-clad dominatrices.
“You shall pay dearly for this!”
“Speak for yourself,” Dr. Sasha said. “You’ve caused more harm than good to your fellow women, and now it’s time for you to be punished.”
“‘And thy true believers shall take the flaming sword of justice into thy hands and break the shackles that confine them,’” Pastor Jill quoted.
“‘And damnation awaits those who treat their fellows evilly,’” Dr. Sasha said.
Pastor Jill glared at the therapist.
“Lana, what say we bring Joan back to reality and show her mother the true meaning of pain and suffering?”
“Yes, let’s,” Lana said.
Lana flipped a switch on the wall, and the room lit up, and the captives found that they were in Dr. Sasha’s basement. The therapist opened the cage.
“We’d rather die in here,” Pastor Jill said defiantly.
Mother and daughter were promptly shocked. They wailed and rattled the cage. Lana shocked Joan till she crawled out, while Pastor Jill was held in place by the therapist, who grasped a tuft of her hair.
Once out, Joan tried to make a run for the stairs, but once she reached them, her collar went off and she fell to the floor, screaming and writhing in pain …
Lana found it hard to watch, but she knew that it was what was best for her … She closed the cage door, and she and Dr. Sasha shocked Joan into crawling to the other end of the cellar, where there was a table, and next to it was a control panel. On the far wall, beneath covered and soundproofed windows, was a wall and a shelf full of sex toys, machines, and other goodies and tools …
And in the far corner was a metal door with the words “Room 101” written on it with red paint …
Joan’s ass was shocked repeatedly in an attempt to get her to climb onto the table herself. She obeyed, and was ordered to stay, lest she be shocked again.
“Please, Lana,” Joan said, trembling. “Do not stray down this evil path.”
“I’m sorry, Poca,” Lana said with a sigh, “but this is for your own good.”
Joan stared at her, puzzled … “What did you call me?”
“Don’t listen to her!” Pastor Jill ordered her daughter.
“Shut up!” Dr. Sasha ordered.
“She’s an unbel—ah!”
Dr. Sasha used a remote that she had in her pocket to turn on the pastor’s collar.
“Shut up!”
Pastor Jill clutched at the collar in a vain attempt to get it off … but complied …
“Good girl,” Dr. Sasha said.
Joan lied on her back without a fight. “Oh, Deity, preserve my faith!”
Her arms and legs were strapped down.
“You’ve been such a bad girl,” Lana said, brushing her frazzled hair aside. “You must now know pain.”
Her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag. Lana straddled Joan and fondled her breasts. Joan shook her head as her eyes watered and her muffled protests fell on deaf ears. Lana squeezed ever, ever so gently until milk seeped from the captive’s erect nipples.
“Remember when we used to do this to each other?” Lana asked. “Remember how much you loved it, Poca? Remember how much you loved it when I drank your delicious milk?”
Joan couldn’t bear to watch herself get defiled, so she stared at the ceiling and prayed that The Deity would take her away from this ghastly place … But then she noticed that the ceiling right above her was painted in the shape of a black-and-white spiral …
Lana licked and sucked Joan’s tits. She licked her lips. “Mm … So good …”
Lana then proceeded to tickle Joan’s stomach and armpits, and the sound of her muffled laughter got Lana so excited. While crouching over her brainwashed lover, she rubbed her clit with one hand and tickled her with the other.
She then cummed on Joan, who screamed. When she was finished, Lana got off and stood before Joan’s tiny bare feet. She tickled them … and massaged them … and kissed them so, so gently. Joan curled her toes and scrunched her soles in a vain attempt to avoid feeling any sensation.
“Aw, Poca, don’t be like that,” Lana said. “You loved it when I played with your feet. Remember? You loved your pedicures and massages—no other princess loved pampering more than you …”
Joan said nothing as she stared at the ceiling …
Lana blew a raspberry on each of Poca’s soles and then removed her gag. Joan breathed heavily and swallowed.
“Lana, if you fear The Deity’s awesome wrath, then you’ll let me go!” Joan pleaded.
“Joan, if you admit that you love me, then I will,” Lana responded.
Joan shook her head. “No … no, I can’t! I can’t love you because you’re a lesbian! You’re a sinner!”
“I thought you were supposed to love the sinner but hate the sin.”
Joan quickly tried to find a response, but couldn’t … Was it because of Lana’s counterpoint, or because Lana started rubbing Joan’s clit? She couldn’t tell …
And Joan squirted a stream of cum that Lana rubbed all over her face.
“You’re mother’s a bitch,” Lana said. “She’s immoral and evil, taking advantage of people for her own benefit.”
“That’s not true!”
“She brainwashed you to be her perfect little slave when she found out about us! She’s ruined so many other lives! C’mon, Joan! Don’t you remember?”
“I … I …” Joan screamed. “I can’t! Don’t make me, please! My head hurts …”
Lana sighed. “Then let’s give you some medicine.”
Joan’s head was strapped down so she couldn’t move it, and her eyes were pronged open. Lana manned the control panel, and the ceiling painting started moving … As it spun outward, and Joan felt more and more relaxed …
“Listen to my voice and only my voice,” Lana intoned. “Remember who you really are, Joan, not who your mother wants you to be. Can you do that for me, Poca?”
The spirals seemed to envelope her in a light gray mist … “I … I … maybe …”
Pastor Jill rattled the cage. “Don’t lis—ahh!” She clutched her neck.
“Shut up,” Dr. Sasha said. “You might learn something.”
“What do you remember about us?” Lana continued.
“I … I remember a highway, and … and we kissed, and we kept everything a secret …”
“Right. Why was that?”
“Because … my past … my mother … she spied on us, caught us having— ahh!” She started sobbing.
Lana turned off the spiral and rushed to her lover’s side. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Lana, I’m so sorry …”
Lana’s teary eyes stung as she unpronged and unstrapped Joan. The ex-convert sat up, and the two women hugged and cried.
“I love you so much,” Lana said. “And this time, I’ve got you.”
“You must really love me to go through all this trouble,” Joan said. “I’m so sorry for everything … It’s all my—”
“No, it’s not,” Lana said, wiping Joan’s tears.
“Yeah, yeah, I …”
Joan hopped off of the table and walked toward her mother.
“You,” she said with a sneer. “This is all your fault.”
“The hell it is!” Pastor Jill spat. “I’ll get all of you for this! You dykes ruined my greatest creation! How could you have undone my brainwashing so quickly?”
“Perhaps there’s truth in what they say about love conquering all,” Dr. Sasha said.
“Sounds about right to me,” Joan said. “I hate you, Mother. You must hate me, too.”
“I love the sinner but hate the sin.”
“But I’m not a sinner, mother, nor have I sinned. I’m me.”
“No! No, you’re not!” Pastor Jill screeched as she shook the cage. “They’ve turned you against me!”
“You’ve done that yourself,” Dr. Sasha said. “Now come, you shitty little cunt. It’s your turn.”
Lana opened the cage as Dr. Sasha prodded the pastor out and forced her to crawl toward the table. Her tight ass was shocked a few times when she refused to jump on, but she obeyed in the end.
“Joan, would you like to help us?” Dr. Sasha asked.
Joan found a spot on the far wall and stood there. “That’s all right. She’s in capable hands.”
“Suit yourself. Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nice, hot shower?”
And Joan did so.
Pastor Jill was strapped down and her collar was removed, but then she was ball-gagged. Dr. Sasha took a vibrator from the wall and excited her clit. She removed the toy, and the pastor gushed cum like a geyser. The conservative cunt arched her back and emitted a deep, throaty scream. The vibrator was taken away and then reapplied every few seconds. And every few seconds, the devotee squirted up a storm …
Lana got on top of the table and straddled the captive, licking her from between her tits up to her chin. She spat in her face and bit her neck, and held her nose closed every few seconds.
“Do you think she’s had enough, doc?”
“I don’t know, Lana. Let’s ask her.”
Lana removed the gag. “How do you feel?”
Pastor Jill cried, her eyes streaming tears. “Make it stop, please …”
“We can’t, you weak cunt,” said Dr. Sasha. “Only you can make it stop.”
“O Good Deity, rescue me—”
Lana grabbed her prey’s neck and squeezed just enough to let her breathe but also cause pain. Pastor Jill couldn’t concentrate on finishing her prayer, not even in her head. It didn’t help that Dr. Sasha began administering falaka to her bare feet, the whip’s leather straps stinging her soles and toes.
“Oh, my, your feet are so pretty and pedicured,” Dr. Sasha said. “Let’s ugly them up, shall we?”
“No—ahh! No!” the pastor managed to wheeze.
“I suggest you use a candle to show her the way, Dr. Sasha.”
“What a wonderful idea, Lana!”
And so the falaka ceased.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!” Pastor Jill said, her face a mask of tears and snot.
Lana slapped the pastor a few times. “Don’t thank us yet, dumb-ass.”
Dr. Sasha lit a candle from the shelf and slowly walked back to Pastor Jill’s feet. She held the candle upside down on an angle, allowing the hot, liquid wax to drip onto one of her red soles.
And once it did, the reverend’s eyes bulged and her mouth opened as wide as it could. Her blood-curdling cry of pain was muffled, however, this time by Lana suffocating her with her tits.
Joan smiled to herself …
And the pastor’s body spasmed in a desperate attempt to break free. She tried curling her toes and scrunching her soles, hoping that that would make the burning wax tolerable …
But it didn’t.
The wax quickly crusted on her feet, and Dr. Sasha roughly scratched the dried pieces off.
I don’t deserve this! Pastor Jill thought. This isn’t fair! What have I ever done? Why won’t The Deity rescue me?
Lana allowed Pastor Jill to breathe, and the captive gasped and blurted out, “Ow help me Deity! Ahh!” Her lower lip quivered and chest heaved.
Lana and Dr. Sasha released the pastor, only to ball-gag her and tie her wrists to her ankles. Her muffled pleas fell on deaf ears as she tried to close her legs, an action that caused her to wobble back and forth.
Lana twisted Pastor Jill’s tits. “Stop that, you twat.”
Pastor Jill obeyed. Lana once again straddled the cleric, but this time the captive had a clear view of the woman’s smooth butt cheeks and vagina. Lana farted, and then lapped at Pastor Jill’s clit with her tongue.
The cleric tried to fight the feeling … the good, good feeling … but found it difficult …
“You know, pastor,” Dr. Sasha said, “womanhood is a beautiful thing, so much so that a woman doesn’t have to conform to conventional norms.”
And Dr. Sasha took off her pants and underwear … and entered Pastor Jill’s tight asshole.
The devout cunt didn’t like those words, nor did she like the dildo being stuck in … No, wait … this didn’t feel—
Pastor Jill squealed like a pig. She’s a trans! she thought. O Deity, save me! Save me! Save me … save … oh …
Her eyes rolled back as Dr. Sasha’s hard cock slid in and out, in and out, and Lana’s tongue slowly licked her vagina …
Pastor Jill tried to focus her mind, tried to steel herself against the excitement flowing through her body … but just as she was getting used to it, it stopped.
Lana got off of her captive and ungagged her.
“Vile creature!” Pastor Jill spat at Dr. Sasha. “You … you’re no woman …”
No one answered.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
No one answered.
Lana knelt before Pastor Jill’s butt and fingered her asshole. Dr. Sasha—
“No! Please! I don’t want to carry your seed! Please!” the cleric begged.
No one answered.
Dr. Sasha penetrated Pastor Jill, and developed a steady rhythm before rushing for a couple of seconds and then taking her thick meat out entirely. At that moment, Lana stopped fingering their captive. Pastor Jill then squirted into the air, her butt jiggling as she moaned deeply.
“What a glorious sight and sound,” said Lana, standing up.
“Mm, good girl,” said Dr. Sasha.
Pastor Jill strained to look up at her owners. Her eyes were teary and face was contorted in a mixture of pain and relief.
“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” she said through sobs.
Dr. Sasha entered the pastor again. “Oh … oh … yes, here it comes …” She threw her head back …
“No … no …” Pastor Jill said, shaking her head.
Dr. Sasha ignored the twat’s protests, shooting her load into Pastor Jill and only taking her penis out when she was done. Lana sucked the cum out of the captive’s vagina, held it in her mouth, and dumped it into Pastor Jill’s mouth.
The devout dumbass had no choice but to drink it down in one gulp, since Lana held her nose and mouth closed. The pastor coughed some up, and Lana used the pastor’s hair to wipe her mouth.
“Thank you,” the pastor whispered.
“You’re very welcome,” Lana said, lightly stroking the devotee’s face.
“Yes, indeed,” Dr. Sasha said. “It sounds as if we’re making progress. So … let’s give her some respite.”
And Pastor Jill’s feet and stomach were promptly tickled. And she laughed and begged for her captors to stop … but part of her didn’t really mean it …
Then she was released and laid on her stomach. She was hogtied, and her two big toes were tied together. Dr. Sasha inserted a butt plug into Pastor Jill, who yelped, and then worshipped and massaged her bare feet.
Lana stripped naked and stood before the cleric. Her clean-shaven lady-hole was centimeters away from the captive’s mouth. Pastor Jill opened wide and stuck her tongue out, but couldn’t reach the pussy.
“Work for it, you cunt—we all know you want it,” Lana said, stroking the captive’s hair.
The pastor squirmed toward the vagina, and Lana stepped back.
“No! Please! Give it to me—just a taste!” Pastor Jill screamed.
Lana walked forward. The captive giggled uncontrollably, and her tongue licked Lana’s vagina, penetrating the torturer, who moaned and ran her fingers through the little shit’s hair. Lana cummed right into Pastor Jill’s face, and the dumb devotee relished getting her face washed with a woman’s natural juice.
When Lana was finished, she switched roles with Dr. Sasha.
“Remember,” Dr. Sasha said, “that you must always look into my eyes when giving a blowjob and never use your teeth. Understand?”
Pastor Jill looked up at her mistress with saucer eyes and did her best to nod. Dr. Sasha then touched herself, stroking her flaccid cock ever so gently till it was long and hard …
And instantly any hate that Pastor Jill had disappeared as she instinctively opened her mouth to receive her mistress’s gift. Dr. Sasha stuffed her thick meat into Pastor Jill’s mouth, and the captive looked up into her mistress’s eyes … Oh, how crisp and blue they were!
It was so hard to breath, until Pastor Jill remembered to breath through her nose. Her lips almost touched Dr. Sasha’s balls … and her eyes started to tear up … and thick strands of saliva streamed out of her mouth, hitting the floor with a noticeable tapping sound.
And just when Pastor Jill thought that she’d choke to death, Dr. Sasha threw her head back, moaned deeply, and cummed in the pastor’s mouth. Pastor Jill felt the warm semen hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed, never wanting it to end.
But it did once her mistress began to steadily shrivel in her mouth. Dr. Sasha took herself out of her captive, stood on her toes, and rubbed her balls on Joan’s lips. The devout slave kissed and licked them, saliva and semen seeping from her mouth.
“Quote The Writ to me, dumbass,” Dr. Sasha said.
“‘Let happiness be your life as you rejoice …’” Pastor Jill said.
“Hmm, I think there’s more to it than that, but it’ll do.” Dr. Sasha stepped back. “She is such a good girl, isn’t she, Lana?”
“And her soles are so soft and smooth, Dr. Sasha.”
“I know … Whom do you serve, Pastor Jill?” Dr. Sasha asked.
“You,” Pastor Jill said.
“Whom do you also serve?” Lana asked.
“You,” Pastor Jill said.
“And who else?” the lesbians asked in unison.
“No one …”
At that moment, Joan came back downstairs.
“Are you sure?” Dr. Sasha asked.
“I serve my daughter.”
“Good girl.”
Pastor Jill was then untied and fed kibble. Granted, she had to eat out of a dog bowl on the floor on all fours, but she was fed … by her daughter.
“I can’t believe she’s acting this way,” Lana said.
“She acts like a bully to make herself feel big, powerful, and important,” Dr. Sasha said. “Something must have happened in her past to make her act this way.”
“Is that a professional diagnosis?” Lana asked.
“Well—”
“Mistresses, I’m done,” Pastor Jill said meekly.
And Joan promptly kicked her in the stomach.
“Don’t you ever interrupt people when they’re talking, you fucking piece of shit!” She inspected the bowl, and pointed at it. “And you’re nowhere near done! Look! There are crumbs everywhere! Lick it clean, you stupid, smelly old cunt!”
And without any argument, Pastor Jill obeyed her daughter to the letter.
“I can tell you right now, Doctor, that she’s always been an intolerable asshole. I never knew my father, so he was the smart one for leaving when he did. She never talked about her past, and frankly, I don’t want to know it. I just want her punished.”
She then whispered something to Dr. Sasha and Lana, who both nodded in agreement …
When Pastor Jill was officially finished eating, she was tied to the table on her back.
“Please, no more,” Pastor Jill pleaded. “Stop torturing me.”
They didn’t respond. Dr. Sasha manned the control panel, flipping switches and pushing buttons. Then she strapped their slave’s head down so she couldn’t move it and pronged her eyes open. Every so often Joan administered drops of water into them.
“No! No! Not this! Please!” the pastor screamed. “I’ll do anything! I’ll shut down the temple! I’ll turn everyone back to normal! I promise!”
Lana sat before Pastor Jill’s bare feet, massaging and worshipping them ever, ever so gently …
“What more do you want from me?” Pastor Jill cried.
Then the ceiling started moving … The spiral painting rotated slowly, the swirling black and white lines turning inward this time. Pastor Jill had no choice but to watch …
“Relax and lose yourself,” Joan intoned. “Relax and open yourself up.”
“To what?”
“The truth. The truth about yourself. The truth about your religion. … You’ve been lying to yourself. You’ve hurt yourself, me, and so many others.”
Pastor Jill said nothing as her watery eyes reflected the hypnotic spiral, as pools of water would moonlight …
“Mother, you ruined my life, breaking my mind and spirit to conform to your will instead of your own—not The Deity’s, but your own,” Joan said.
Lana lightly kissed the tip of each toe.
“You’re nothing but a hypocrite. You’re also a scared, weak little shit to break so easily and quickly.”
Pastor Jill opened her mouth, but forgot what she was going to say … She couldn’t explain it, but she felt herself get sucked into the spiral … And it felt so good … feeling lighter than air … She shuddered as she felt Lana lightly lick and kiss her arches …
“You’re a filthy little cunt, Mother. I hate you.”
The spiral spun faster. Pastor Jill’s breathing increased … She knew nothing save the soothing touches of Lana, the drops of water in her eyes, her daughter’s voice, and the spiral …
Deity help her, it was sucking her in … Speaking of which, she did suck: She sucked as a mother and a community and religious leader. She sucked as a person, and the only way to redeem herself was to suck … suck women … suck tits, suck toes, suck fingers, suck clits, suck lips, suck earlobes …
Oh, her daughter’s words made so much sense!
Pastor Jill smiled as tears flowed from her eyes and her skin broke out in goose-bumps. Oh, how she loved women!
But she also loved cocks—hard, thick, meaty cocks in her pussy, in her mouth, in her butthole … And the only way she could get such satisfaction was not from men— how revolting!—but from women. Women who came to terms with who they truly are, women who decided to live their lives on their own terms and no one else’s …
She wanted, demanded to swallow a woman’s warm load, feel it stick to her throat …
Pastor Jill salivated at the thought … She yearned for the taste of girl-dick …
And then she fell asleep, as per her daughter’s order. The cleric was then moved into Room 101 …
When Pastor Jill woke up, her head throbbed and muscles ached. It hurt to move, and she soon found out why.
She lied on her back on a small table against a wall. Her arms and legs were positioned straight up in the air, her wrists and ankles clamped to the wall. Pastor Jill’s neck was craned forward so that she had a perfect view of her naked tits, vagina, and asshole.
“What … what’s this?”
Pastor Jill struggled to get out, to make sense of her predicament … The room was small and had no windows.
But then she noticed the machine in front of her. It was a vibrator with two dildos sticking out of it. On top of it was a hypnotic spiral. It stood on three legs, which were bolted to the floor. There were many wires and panels coming out of it …
And behind it were her captors and daughter … They stood in the shadows, the only light in the room being a bulb shining down on the pastor.
“How dare you treat me like this …”
“Do you want Dr. Sasha’s cock, Mother?” Joan asked.
Pastor Jill’s eyes turned glassy for a moment and she licked her lips. Against her better judgment, she said through gritted teeth, “Yes … But it’s so wrong …”
The protrusions from the machine were wedged into Pastor Jill’s tight poo-hole and vagina. A CD was inserted into the back of the vibrator, and headphones, the wire for which connected to the machine, covered her ears.
“I hope you like the vibrator,” Lana said, smiling. “It’s been a labor of love for some time.”
Pastor Jill couldn’t look directly up, but she did note that there was one wire coming out of each side of the vibrator, and they ran up the wall to two small space heaters. They were on shelves, mounted to the wall, and right next to her bare soles.
“I feel sorry for those poor, tender tootsies of yours …”
“I’ll get all of you for this!” Pastor Jill seethed. “I will see you all rot in fiery damnation! I will see you all waste away in never-ending purgatory! And I—and I alone—will be exalted in the highest of heavens!”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Joan said.
She flipped a switch to turn the machine on, and turned all of its knobs on high. The dildo in her ass glided in and out, in and out ever, ever so carefully, while the one in her lady-hole vibrated. The heaters scorched her soles. The spiral spun inward quickly … much quicker than the one over the table …
And a recording played in her ears … And Pastor Jill let her subconscious mind hear every word as her conscious mind took pleasure from the machine … got sucked in by the machine …
And she spoke … spoke gibberish as her eyes glazed over, as her head lolled to one side, and then the other … as her eyes rolled back in her head …
She spat out unintelligible sounds and syllables, blew raspberries and spat, trilled her tongue violently, screeched out an octave that she didn’t even know existed …
Joan knew that if her mother were conducting a service, then her parishioners would point to her behavior as The Divine speaking to her … If they saw her now, well … then they’d probably say the same thing …
Joan, Lana, and Dr. Sasha walked out of the room, closing and locking the door behind them. They walked up the staircase, leaving their prisoner to her Visions and New Way of Thinking …
Joan put her position as the new head pastor of the Temple of Wayward Souls to good use. It was a long and arduous process, but with the help of her lover and Dr. Sasha, she undid the brainwashing of her parishioners. This work led up to her main goal of closing down the temple and congregation.
Lana and Joan sold Pastor Jill’s mansion, donating the proceeds to nonprofits and funds that support LGBTQ rights. The Temple and its grounds were deconsecrated and sold to the town to be used as a community center.
Throughout all of this, they moved in with Dr. Sasha, and the three of them lived peacefully thereafter.
No one ever again spoke of Pastor Jill, and over time, people forgot about her …
It’s impossible to know how long Pastor Jill has been in Room 101 …
What she didn’t know—what she’ll never know—was that a battery panel was on the vibrator. As long as the long-lasting, energy-saver light bulb was on, then the vibrator would be on. And if the bulb went out, then a specially designed sound battery would power the vibrator.
As long as her unconscious mind accepted the never-ending subliminal message of never needing to sleep, eat, drink, or relieve herself, then she’d always know the feeling of pleasure …
The pleasure of having thick girl-cock stuffed down her throat … the pleasure of sucking on a woman’s bare tits … the pleasure of being a lowly submissive … the pain of having her soles burned in punishment of her sins …
Did she have visions? Only of pleasure, and that was perfectly acceptable, because she heard—yes, she—was blessed enough to hear The Deity’s voice on the recording tell her that all of this was Holy Writ.
Oh, how she loved and hated herself so much … !
But it was worth every second being in her own hell … and purgatory … and heaven …