God is a Slut Ch. 07

And they're beating me! Rough hands slap mercilessly against the fat of my ass, sending ripples permeating up my backside. They beat me to the rhythm of their thrusts, stinging delight deep into my erogeneity. Master's grimacing, a bead of sweat running down her brow. Her hands are clasped about my neck, constricting me, killing me. I choke out my rapturous glee, my face flushing above her whitening knuckles. I'm helpless in the throes of insanity. I beg her to choke me harder; I will them to hit me more. Pale flesh turns red with hand prints; hard rods slicken with the feminine nectar of my approval. And yet, the feeling builds. Hotter, blazing hot. Scorching through my insides like an inferno of hellish felicity. Rachel's grip tightens, and my breath has long since passed me. No use in struggling, but why would I want to? The debasing of myself, the using of my body, the power-hungry thieves that steal my dignity without regard, they gift me something greater. Greater than anything. My last sane thought in this moment etches across the tendrils of my blurring vision.

I can see Rachel's soul! I think, staring through the tears that clouded my vision, watching the ethereal figure through her beautiful body, And it's black as night.

RACHEL

I knew as I was choking her, as I was getting harder than ever doing it, that the last of my soul was darkening. I didn't care; not anymore. The pleading look she was giving me... the wide, writhing eyes choked with tears, the deepening purple of her face, the spit leaking from the corners of her lips... but it wasn't telling me to stop; no, it was telling me to keep going. She wanted it like this, and I wanted to give it to her, because part of me still hated this woman. God's past sins were of misguided goodwill, but Anna's weren't. This was the girl who had humiliated me at every turn, who had tortured me endlessly in the vulnerable days of my youth. And as I choked her, as I raped her into the best orgasm of her life, I felt the catharsis coming over me; I never had to go back to that. Never again would I be the scared little girl cowering in the corner, praying that my tormentors would get bored of me. Never again would I rely on a God that loved me, but wouldn't save me. No, those days were over. The last bit of that scared little girl died there, in the darkest pit of hell, with her fingers wrapped around the throat of her orgasming slave.

I heaved the last thrust into her, and Anna's body shifted violently upward. The cocks in her ass blew hot spunk into the creases and folds of her gaping rectum, and I drenched her from hair to breast. My hands left her throat so that she could cry out her torrent of screams. My voice rose with hers as my balls emptied upon her desecrated body. She squirmed as best she could in her binds; a dance of possessed ecstasy that took hold of her in a perverse writhe. She didn't stop for a while, but her subsiding tone finally came, and I kissed her deeply.

Thank you, Anna, I thought as our tongues entangled, thank you for giving me the power I needed to overcome what you once made me.

LUCIFER

God was wailing and sobbing as she was triple penetrated. I was joined in her ass by a robust demon whose savagery pleased us both. God's anus prolapsed with our retreat; tender pink flesh shining in the crimson glow of the torches. Two demonesses dilated her twitching pussy with their tongues, while a male railed between their wriggling oral members with long, deep, thrusts. God was in the midst of her mind-melting orgasm when both of our eyes fell on Rachel.

She had leapt into the crowd, and was now being filled and sucked by every demon that could lay hands on her. Their rods protruded from the slit in her black latex suit; a cock in each tight orifice. Her mouth was filled with another member, while two demonesses took turns sucking her throbbing manhood. Despite her vulnerable position, she was in complete control. The demons stretched the skin of her ass and pussy from her with each violent pull, but they only performed the duty she requested of them. The male driving down her throat had his hands firmly gripping the latex-clad bust of her breasts, but he seemed more a captive to her, than she was to him. The women that sucked from her manhood did so in a worshipful way, as though her cock were precious. I peeked into her ethereal figure, and confirmed my suspicions. Her soul was completely corrupted.

It's over. God smiled in my mind. She's yours.

Not yet. I said. She's corrupted, but she's not mine. That's why I love her. She's a wild spirit, untamed and unchained even by herself.

You're adorable when you're in love. God teased.

"Shut the fuck up, and scream for me." I whispered in her ear, and pulled on the clamp that pinched her nipple. God let out a shriek of agonized pleasure, and I baptized her with my seed. The others followed suit, and soon, God was nothing more than a glazed-over figure of depravity. She loved it.

Rachel's scream of ecstasy sang out from the middle of the orgy, followed by a roar of approval from the congregation. She'd taken centerstage in an act that was supposed to be starring Anna and God, but I didn't mind in the least. If anything, I was proud of her.

PART THREE: DINNER FOR TWO

LUCIFER

God and Anna were finishing up their baptism while Rachel and I sat back in a pew, sharing her first ever joint. The two newest members of the perverse congregation were now leashed about their leather collars, and it was apparently time to feed the bitches. God and Anna dutifully lapped up cum from a deep basin; their wrists still cuffed behind their backs, their bodies glazed with a sheen of baptismal nectar. A line had formed behind each of them, and every man took his turn finishing off in whichever hole he pleased. God and Anna had long since ceased their protests, and instead regarded their captors with subservient acceptance. They whimpered, moaned and cried as they reached climax after climax, and then they thanked the man who had provided it for them, and dutifully returned to their meal. Stupid smiles were etched across their faces as their tongues lapped up the bowl of seed. Between the ardent vocalization of their orgasms and the consumption of their unholy communion, Anna and God would exchange glances, and then break out in a fit of giggles. Despite their compromised state and the distention of their bellies, they enthusiastically continued; often sharing a cum-covered kiss before returning to their dinner.

"Do you think God and Anna...?" Rachel asked, prompting me to finish her thought.

"No," I said as I took a hit from the joint, "God's heart doesn't work like that. She loves all humans, from the best of you to the worst, and more or less treats you all the same."

"Not me." Rachel said.

"No, not you," I replied, "but she doesn't really see you as human anymore."

"Because I'm corrupted?" Rachel asked.

"Almost everyone here is corrupted," I replied, "no, God has special plans for you."

"And they are...?"

"Predicated on your feelings for me." I said, taking another hit, and giving her a teasing smile.

"Are you holding out on me?" Rachel smirked, "You're just gonna dangle something like that in front of my face, and then pull it away?"

"You've succumbed to your desire for power," I said, "telling you would skew your perspective for the final test."

"But my head is hornless." Rachel said, tracing a finger through her mane of beautiful white hair, "Shouldn't I be sporting a pair of red ones?"

"Horns are a sign of allegiance." I said, "Anna has a pair for you, and everyone else here has a pair for me. You, my dear, are no subject of mine."

"But this," Rachel said, gesturing to her striking hermaphrodite figure, "is permanent now, isn't it?"

"It is," I said, "it's the form you most desired, so it is the form you became."

"Does that make me queen of the hermaphrodites?" Rachel asked, "Do I replace Caitlyn?"

"If you want to." I said.

"But you're offering me something better," Rachel smiled, putting her head on my shoulder and looking up at me with teasing curiosity, "a higher position."

"Don't use my love as a way to climb the ladder," I chuckled, "I'll know if I'm being used."

"And God has bigger and better plans for me, hmmm?" Rachel mused, her mouth creeping at the corners, "Not the messiah; I don't care for that anymore. It would have to be bigger than the messiah... what could it be? And it's predicated on my feelings for you... your wife? Are you going to offer me marriage?"

"I imagine I'll be offering you quite a few things," I smiled, "but we'll wait for that to come when the time's right."

"Why don't you get on your knees and propose to me?" Rachel giggled, "Make a show of it in front of everyone; peer-pressure me to say 'yes.'"

"Because you're completely corrupted with a desire for power," I smiled, and placed the joint between her perfect lips, "and you'd shoot me down just because you could."

"You don't know that," Rachel smiled, tactfully twirling a lock of white hair as she puffed, "maybe I'll scream 'yes,' and jump into your arms."

"And maybe you'll take advantage of my kneeling state," I smirked wryly, "and push your cock into my mouth."

"Maybe..." Rachel giggled, revealing that was exactly what she had planned.

"You take great joy in rejecting me," I said, this time without a smile, "test after test, you unknowingly fed your own corruption by garnering a sense of power over me. I wonder if that consumption has left anything else but the desire for more."

"Are you worried about my soul?" Rachel asked, still smiling, "That's an interesting prospect coming from you."

"Rachel," I sighed, putting out the joint, "I love you, and you know I do. I can't read your mind as well as God can, but I can see through posturing better than anyone. Take the disguise off, Honey; lower you guard."

"Let's get dinner," Rachel said, "this weed is making me hungry, and the latex is uncomfortable."

"That was blatant misdirection," I laughed, "and not a very good attempt."

"Not true," Rachel smiled, "we'll continue where we left off when we get there. Most dates are done in high-class establishments in nice clothing, not dreary churches in latex."

"Fair enough," I said, and then turned to God and Anna, "you two better finish that whole bowl!"

"We'll lick the sides until they're clean," God smirked at me, her voice shaking with pleasure from the man in her pussy, "have fun on your date!"

RACHEL

The marijuana still affected my senses when we sat down in the white table cloth restaurant. My eyes were drooping slightly, and a stupid gin seemed to always be creeping at the corners of my mouth. My black latex had been replaced with an elegant white gown that matched my hair and contrasted my bronze skin strikingly. Lucy opted for a strapless dress with a bodice that started half-way up her areolas. We were served wine and prime rib, and after some giggling reflections of the highlights of our date thus far, Lucy returned to the conversation we had ended in the Chapel.

"So," Lucy asked as she brought the wine to her black lips, "what is it you're trying to hide from me?"

I put down my wine and pondered how I should say what was on my mind.

"When I surrendered to the corruption," I said, leaning back in my chair, "I had hoped that I would be... taken by power. That I would become a being of indifference and single-mindedness; that I would be essentially untouchable by things that used to hurt me."

"The power you covet is self-empowerment," Lucy nodded, "to feel invincible in your own skin, unshaken by your own faults."

"Yeah," I sighed, "but I'm not the person I'd thought I'd be. I'm just... more of myself. There's something missing."

"Being corrupted by a sin doesn't mean you change as a person," Lucy said, "it just means you've accepted a part of you that you thought was evil. You are the same person, Rachel; you've just embraced the parts you were ashamed of."

"I was hoping that I'd be able to use it against you," I smiled, "that I'd be able to overcome your temptation with your own weapon."

"You sought power as a means of self-empowerment," Lucy mused, "to resist a greater temptation than the one you've been corrupted by. Are you afraid of my temptation, Rachel?"

"I am," I said, now leaning forward and placing my head in my hands, "but not of your body. You might be the best lay in the universe, but sex isn't everything."

"Love," Lucy frowned, "you're afraid of loving me."

"Yeah," I sighed, "it doesn't gel with my self-empowerment agenda to share my life with another. I gave my life to God, and I guess I secretly resented her for it the whole time, because the thing that corrupted me was really a desire for independence and self-reliance."

"I can make promises about how I won't be possessive, about how I'd let you be your own woman," Lucy said leaning forward and staring into my eyes, "but you already know that about me. So, what about my love scares you?"

"Emotional vulnerability," I smiled sadly, "being laid open for someone else. This whole journey has been about me finding the strength to not let things hurt me. Now that I've come this far, now that I'm physically and spiritually the embodiment of all the things I desired, I'm afraid to take the armor off."

"You want to know something?" Lucy whispered, her lips now inches from my own, "You scare the living shit out of me, Rachel. Because I'm like you; I don't want to be vulnerable to anybody. I want to be secure in myself all the time, always cool and collected, always rolling with the punches. And for as long as I can remember, that's exactly who I've been. Then you come along, with your pious devotion, and your insufferable innocence. I thought you were nothing more than another clone of the last million souls we did this to, but you turned out to be so much more. Test after test, you revealed a little more of the person you really were, and that person intrigued me. Then that person became an obsession. I didn't want to admit what was happening... I didn't want to admit to myself what I was feeling. I buried it deep down in my soul, where not even God could find it unless she knew what she was looking for. But Jesus saw it right away, and he told you, and all my coolness, and all my devil-may-care bullshit flew out the window. Because for the first time, I was vulnerable. I was wide open for someone who could actually hurt me; you."

Lucy's eyes were fixed on mine, the windows to her soul as naked as the words she spoke. I just stared back, not sure how to react, not sure what to say. Or what to feel. If there was such a thing as kindred spirits, then Lucy was certainly the closest thing I'd come to. Did I love her? I certainly wanted her, and I certainly liked her... What was love anyway? Not the passionate insane love, but the slow-burn that lasts forever. What the fuck was that? Wasn't that just friendship of the deepest kind? An acceptance of another person for all their flaws and imperfections? An entwining of two experiences so deep that your individuality is lost for the sake of a better partnership? Did I want that? Could I have that with this woman?

Yes. I thought as I stared into those golden eyes. Yes, I could have that with her.

But I wasn't certain, not completely. There was still one more thing we had to do...

"Lucy," I said as I clasped her hand; it was shaking, "You scare the shit out of me too."

"Why?" She whispered hoarsely.

"Because," I smiled, "I don't know what I'll tell you after the test. I have no idea if I'll hit the road, or stay with you. Ever since we started this charade, I've been certain that I would beat you, that I would overcome every challenge you had. Now that's all out in the open, now that I see everything for what it is: God is a slut, Jesus is a douche, nothing matters and it's all what we make of it; the only person who's been truly honest with me has been you. All you've done is try to please me, try to give me what I want. Before all this, I hated myself. Now, I love and accept who I am, and it's because you showed me how to do it. I like you, I'm grateful to you, and I owe you so much, but I don't know if I love you. That's something we'll have to find out together."

I grasped Lucy's hand, and leaned forward across the table. Her golden eyes were wet with a film of tears, and she leaned forward to me. We met together, our lips pressing, our fingers clasping. She didn't kiss me in the hedonistic way she usually did. She kissed me with a love and tenderness I hadn't felt before. A romantic sensual embrace that didn't communicate carnal want, but a painful, soulful need. My hand left hers and hers mine. Our palms rested on the back of each other's heads; tan skin entangling with black hair, red skin entangling with white. We pressed ourselves closer together, our tongues engaging in a playful dance, our eyes closed to slits. My heart thumped the easy cadence of comfort, not the rapid, heavy drum of pressing desire.

And when our lips parted, and a blissful smile was strewn across both, I said what was on both of our minds.

"Let's get out of here."