God is a Slut Ch. 04

I was dripping from all parts of my body, exchanging laughs with my new friends as I rocked my hips against their wonderful, filthy cocks. They didn't know it yet, but I was in control. 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. It shocked me how far I'd already fallen once religion didn't keep my afloat. Was that really all that was holding me back from being a debauched slut? A cross around my neck? Good God, had I been pretending my whole life?!

"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 asshole, violently lurching her body forward as ripples of flesh permeated from the force of his 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 enjoy each other's bodies for eternity. Lucy will give us all the cocks we could ever want! All you have to do, is join her."

"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, squishing me breasts to Rick's chest, and spreading my thighs so that he could push all the way inside me. His cock opened my cervix, and my eyes rolled back, my head falling forward, my mouth drooling stupidly on his chest.

"Then just join Lucy," God sobbed as her body flailed and jiggled in fervent lust, "and it can be so."

"I'm sorry, but I can't! I can never join Lucy!" I croaked, my body undulating wildly, my anus constricting, my vaginal muscles flexing, my cheek sliding on Rick's chest. My body was languid atop them, temporarily void of all strength, made putty by the euphoric invasion of my womb. All my holes opened, all my muscles relaxed, and I indulgently enjoyed the ride.

"Hey, Rachel," Ron growled to me with a slap across the face, pulling me from my lustful stupor, "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, opened my mouth, and teased his oozing urethra with my tongue. I stayed there, my eyes hungry, 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 asshole on his cock. Mmmmmm, I'm fucking delicious.

"That's right, clean it, you fucking whore!" Ron growled, and began driving his hips, ramming his length down my neck. I let him travel through me. I coiled around him when he was at his deepest, then clung to him as he withdrew, watching from above slurping lips as his eyes widened in pleasure.

Oh, you still think you're the one in control, Ron? I thought as he fell prey to my lust. 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. 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, 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 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, 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 snarled, 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. They'll give me what I desire day in, and day out.

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, meeting in the middle in a violent impact. My hair flailed, tears of ecstasy ran down my cheeks as I sobbed a shriek of pleasure around Ron, choking on 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, relishing the deep and sudden penetration of the two cocks spearing my tender depths. I felt them pulsating and throbbing wildly inside me, close to blowing their loads. I clenched around all of them, tightening my inner-muscles to milk the sweet nectar from their loins. The pressure kept building, sending molten bouts of electricity through my twisting body. My mind went numb, my instincts took over. I shifted ardently along the two laps supporting me, keeping my insides tight as spasms blasted through me. The feeling reached its peak, and all five demons blew at once. My own climax came crashing down on me, sending my body into manic trembling fits of ecstasy as I was showered and filled with cum. I writhed on the cocks erupting inside me, my spine arching, my hips driving manically, my mouth sucking gluttonously. 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 arura returning to her.

"T-t-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 walked off set, and Alex had a mental breakdown. I had to console and reassure him that yes, 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, revealing 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!"

"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 grumbled, "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 grinned 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.