She may have been kicked out of home, but Alistair didn't intend that to be the end of Katy's humiliation in her old life. He specifically required that she attend her old church every Sunday, along with the other girls she had raped and blackmailed at his command, Paige, Elle, Rachael and Victoria. They were to dress in the same virginal Sunday dresses they had worn back when they thought they were normal girls, but without panties, of course. They were required to masturbate to the edge of orgasm before attending, and three of the five girls each week were given a vibrator which they were to keep buzzing in their twats throughout the service. All of them were given two liters of water to drink before attending and allowed nowhere asian near a toilet, partly to keep them self-conscious and in distress throughout the service, and partly to let them feel the humiliation, if they were unlucky, of wetting themselves in church surrounded by all their former friends and family. The girls were lesbians now, for the purposes of their public interactions. Elle and Rachael attended as a couple, pretty girls holding hands, and they were instructed to exchange a long, passionate, sexual kiss in public before and after the service. Katy, visibly pregnant, her belly large and her tits beginning to swell with milk, was given the honor of having *two* girlfriends - Paige and Victoria - and the three girls were required to show off their lesbian affection for each other before entering the amateur service, entwining tongues and nuzzling each other's necks outside the church as scandalized parishioners watched. All the girls could hear the whispers japanese of those around them as they took their seats in the church - "sluts" - "harlots" - "whores". It made them blush. With their cunts wet and their bladders full they didn't feel like normal girls. They felt like dirty tramps. They wanted to hide, but they weren't allowed to. The girls would sit and listen to the sermon. This was where it was a blessing to be one of those chosen to have a vibrator, because the girls who did not were required to keep themselves dripping wet through the whole sermon. If they couldn't think slutty enough thoughts to keep their cunts moist, then they had to surreptiously work their hands under their skirts and stroke their needy little clits without anyone noticing. If they were unlucky, they would orgasm in public. desperately trying to stay silent and not shake as waves of pleasured shot out from their cunt. If they were very unlucky, they would wet themselves, flooding their seat with urine and feeling it pool on the floor around their feet. If they were *very* unlucky, they would wet themselves and *then* cum, orgasming hard amongst the people who had once respected them while sitting in a pool of their own piss. It happened to all of the girls eventually, and they knew that they had surely forsaken their immortal souls because they were too weak to ignore the commands they had been given and the needy pulse of their cunts. When Alistair heard their stories back at home and saw how devastating their slutty behavior in church was for them, he had enormous fun taking their perceived blasphemy even further. He made the girls piss on Bibles, fuck themselves with crucifixes, and look at pictures of Jesus while he brought them to screaming slutty orgasms. Each new degradation further separated them from the "nice, good girls" they had thought they were and pushed them further into identifying as the rape-bitches he wanted them to be. He had them seduce the parish priest, of course. That was a no brainer. The girls needed the experience of having the man they had once looked to for moral guidance rape them in Hardcore front of the altar. And he succumbed to that temptation, of course - when the five girls waited until after the sermon and then approached him, undressing, baring their tits, pressing up against him, there was only so long he could resist. He had been fantasizing about these girls when they were pure and virginal, and once they had become sluts and started kissing each other outside church they had been in his dreams every night. Once they offered themselves to him, he couldn't say no. He fucked each of the girls right there by the pulpit, sometimes cumming in their mouth, sometimes in their cunt, sometimes in their ass. He watched in delight as they would lick the cum from each other's bodies. When they begged him to hit them, hurt them, drive the sluttiness from their bodies (as Alistair had told them to) he agreed without hesitation, and after that a good portion of each Sunday was spent with the girls having their breasts and pussies lashed with the priest's strong leather belt teens while they cried and whimpered. And of course, when he discovered they were wetting themselves on his pews, he was quick to have them clean up their mess with their tongues. I had still not come and quickly pulled him over and grasped after his softening cock. She looked at me with lust burning in her eyes. My dick feels so good inside you mommy." Around 11 Bill had fallen asleep the women went to the kitchen “Sherry asian I need to get home, so hubby doesn’t break my balls, what time tomorrow”? After sucking him off for a couple of minutes, Bella stood up and plunged her tongue into his mouth, french kissing him passionately. A decision I agreed with. Glossing over where amateur I actually come from, just saying it’s a far off land. As she rubbed my belly, she’d occasionally see how far down she can go until I’d say something, which I never did. The study was crowded with girls so I asked through the closed door if willow could pass me my Speedos out. He teased me with his cock against my clittie and then put it in just an inch, with tiny strokes that drove me crazy. Claudia worked her way through at least the introduction of each game. “Lori, are you ready to prove your eagerness to serve?” I hardly Hardcore registered he was there. “Whatever the reason;” Mike said, “I’m enjoying it.” They stripped her and held her upside down, thrusting in and out of each of her holes. That's so fucking hot... Don't you dare stop, or I'll spank you for a change." "This was the best idea ever!" She'd undress and do a slow, teens sexy walk over to my side of the bed. He moans in approval and stands there looking at the pot silently debating about also double-dipping. His cock began to spring back to life. Lori and Kelly, japanese you will each open your letter, show him the note, show him the hotel key. This salty, delicious musk filled my nose. As he went down I steered him round so that his feet were facing the audience. “He is on his way.” The furniture of the room had a sailor theme, but best was that you could look directly into the kitchen where they were making the pancakes. I gave her a kiss on the forehead. My role in all this is to observe and record for posterity everything that happens.