#cellular

‘He’ told you to wait in his chambers, so wait is what you’ll do. You take the desired position; on your knees, head bowed, shoulders back. You don’t jostle around with the sheet, even though it’s loosened in the process of getting in here. You know he has cameras at every angle in this room. You will be severely punished if you don’t do as you're told quickly, and hold the position.

The clock behind his desk is obnoxiously loud today. You slow your breathing, and try to feel. Try to just remember whatever happened last night. How did you end up naked in the bed with Ryan? Did you do something to him? Did he do something to you? And why do you not fear him? You desire him.

‘He’ clears his throat as he barges into the room, followed by Hector. Of course there would be an audience. Keeping your head bowed you watch his expensive shoes circle you like a shark. Speak only when spoken to. Don’t look at him unless he asks, or he moves your head for you. You keep your face neutral, ready for ‘Him’ to tell you what you did.

“Hector?” His slimy southern accent says as he stops right in front of you. He knows that your body craves praise, and longs to be near him. “Did my beautiful Maiden fuck Ryan Ackerman?” How did he know his name?

“No, sir,” that’s a relief. But that means Hector was stationed outside of Ryan’s room. As always. Following your every move. Even when you think you’re alone, you’re not.

“Maiden?” Drew’s voice is cloying, and you know he’s using his put on smile. Dipping his hand below your chin, he lifts your head to look at him. The movement causes the sheet to fall down your chest, and Hector switches feet behind you. Your top is completely exposed to both of them.

Drew’s thumb pets over your lips softly before he pushes it past your mouth, and you eagerly suck on the appendage. “I’m proud of you for not spreading your filthy little legs,” your eyes brighten as you stare up at him. “You did a good job. You had fun in your revelry, although you didn’t get to fully commit yourself, did you?” You shake your head no, arching your back a bit more.

“You let everyone gaze upon you, and you’re ready to give yourself freely to our community aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you gurgle around your tongue.

“I must get on my knees, and pray at the altar," he holds out his hands, motioning for you to take a very different position, “Lose the sheet. You are part of a higher purpose now. We don’t have to shame ourselves from our true calling.”

“But you said you were going to give me an offering,” you gasp as your face is forced to the side by his hand again. Holding onto your cheek, you stare up at ‘Him’ pouting. Pleading for him. “Daddy?”

“Do not tell me what it is I have to do, Maiden. You question me far too often. Get on your hands and knees,” you hate when he makes you do this. He promised that there wouldn’t be anymore altar calls, just gifting you with an offering. “Maiden?”

“Are you going to be inspecting me?” He shakes his head no, and smiles over at Hector. Using his head to motion him to come to you as you move to your hands and knees, “But…”

“Am I not powerful?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Am I not worthy of someone checking out my Maiden?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Eyes up here, my sweet delectable Maiden,” Hector kneels behind you, and swipes a finger through your slit. He pushes your legs further away from each before each hand grabs your ass cheeks, and he peels you apart. “How does she look?”

“She’s dripping.”

“Take her temperature,” Hector clears his throat before standing, and going to retrieve the thermometer while Drew circles your body. Pushing his finger inside of you. Every part of your body wants to rock back into him, but you know he’ll remove his finger quickly. His breathing quickens, and he removes his finger.

Walking back to stand in front of you, he calls out your real name. You gaze up at him before he places his finger in his mouth, and moans at the taste, “Mmm, the sweetest thing, I have ever tasted. Eyes on me, Maiden.”

You stare at him as Hector inserts the thermometer inside of your pussy. Trying not to moan at how exposed you are. Eyes only on Drew. Hector withdraws the thermometer, and nods at Drew. “On the desk, Maiden. Do be a peach, and let Hector restrain you easily. Today will be the day that you receive your offering. Your body is quite ready to receive all of me.”

Standing up, you wait for Hector to fashion your body with each cuff. Wrapping the shiny leather around your thighs, your ankles, and even your wrists. He walks you over to the desk, before pinning your arms behind your back. Hector assists you onto the desk, and you lift your legs, letting them fall to the side.

“Yes! Praise God for the bountiful feast I am about to partake in!” Drew shouts as Hector clips your legs to the side. He stands in front of your body. Eyes staring at your glistening cunt while Drew does what Drew does. Speaking in tongues, and shouting. “I have been patient, oh God, I will bestow upon the Maiden with your divinity!”

Hector moves to the side, and Drew bows between your legs, and buries his face into your very center. Tongue laving up every drop of your slick, while you whimper ‘thank you’ over and over again. His tongue spears into your body, and you cry out. He promised, and you heard him. He will bestow on you what he promised.

His mouth is maddening. If he’s not tongue fucking you, he is sucking on your bundle of nerves, driving you absolutely insane. It’s what he’s always wanted. He wants you delirious, and dependent on him. Wants you to desire nothing more than to please him, and be used for his pleasure. And he loves eating pussy. It truly is a gift from the heavens above, but it also doesn’t quench the thirst that you really have.

If Reverend Drew truly knew that all you want is to fuck would he have withheld his offering for so long? It’s an itch that you can’t scratch, and you have tried so hard to be good. When you were prancing around naked last night, being shuttled around to people’s laps, while their hands blessed your womb, all you wanted was a dick to fill you up. Hands and mouths can never compare to the feeling.

If you could goad Drew to just fuck you, you would. It’s why he always restrains you. You want him. You have craved him. His mouth isn’t enough. You have been aching for him. “Daddy?” You gaze down at him between your thighs, seeing nothing but his eyes watching you about to lose your mind.

“Daddy, I’m ready to be the vessel. I’m ready to be used to further our community. Use me! Have me! Ahh!! I’m nothing but yours to use how you desire,” and that is what makes Drew release his mouth from your quivering cunt.

“There’s my good fucking girl. You want me to use you?” Drew smirks at you as he wipes your slick from his beard.

“Yes!”

“You only exist for my desire, huh?”

“Yes, daddy!” Perfect. Exactly how he wanted you.

“Your body is going to make immaculate changes. I control your body. I own your body, I tell you what to do with your body,” you didn’t even care at this moment. You are delusional with a need to have him in you.

“Yes! Please! Oh, fuck!” Drew stabs into your cunt in one go. Driving all the way through your walls, until he bottoms out. He gives you no time to adjust to his severe stretch before he pounds into your warmth. “Use me! Fuck me! OWN ME!” Finally what you’ve been waiting for. Begging for! You can’t think past the feeling of having him settled in the depths of your being.

“I own you, you filthy little Maiden. I own every part of your slutty little body. I tell you when, and who you can fuck. But you really just want me, huh?”

“Only you!” You scream out. It wasn’t about him necessarily. It is about the feeling of being whole again.

“Oh, no,” he coos, holding your head center to him. “I control this tight cunt. If I tell you to fuck Shuggie, you will,” you nod your head like the good little toy you are. “And you will fuck Ryan Ackerman. You will tell him to fuck his offering into your tight cunt. He won’t get to leave until then. And I’m going to take pleasure in knowing that you are my little slut, and you only fuck him because I want you to, understood?”

“Yeah. Yes, daddy!” You start to get dizzy as his pounding thrusts tense up your body. The only thing that could be better would be the ability to touch him. To have him as naked as you, instead of in his slacks and polo. You only want Drew, but also don’t care as long as you get to fuck. Finally the itch is being scratched. You’re feeling some relief. For now.

“I’ll have you in his bed every fucking night. You do what you have to do. And I’ll reward you every fucking day. Every day I’ll have you on the altar as you perform your divine purpose. You will give to us a soul to deliver us from our earthly hell! There’s no higher service than submission! And you are my submissive little bitch!”

Your head throws back to the desk, while your body loses all control. Gushing around his cock, and finally feeling the relief that you have put up with so much shit to have. ‘He’ finally set your fiery body at ease by giving you the medicine that you have longed for. You have needed this. You are a mess because you’ve been denied this.

Drew’s hand goes to your neck, and he adds enough pressure to have you seeing stars. A blinding light has you going into the other dimension that Drew promised, and it isn’t until the warmth from his offering fills up your belly, and you gasp. Opening your eyes to see Drew panting above you.

“You are immaculate, Maiden. You are perfectly fit for our purpose!” You preen as he stares at where the two of you connect. His thumb softly pets over your swollen clit. “Don’t forget, I need Ryan Ackerman feral over this cunt of mine. I need him drooling, and crawling on his knees to save you. I need his balls in a fucking vice grip. Do you understand?”

“But…”

“It just means you get to fuck more. Do you understand?” It doesn’t sound too bad. “I need him desperate for you. He already is,” Drew lifts his hand up, and strings of both of your releases stretch over his fingers. “No man can resist the pull of a cum dump, huh Hector?” Drew sneers at the younger man.

“Clean yourself, you fucking pervert. You like watching me get my dick wet? Or did you think I was going to let you taint her beautiful pussy?”

“Reverend,” Drew snaps his head over to Hector, “She…she’s not…”

“She is perfect, and you’ll shut your fucking filthy little mouth,” you just want to touch Drew. You want to run your hands down his ample chest. “Get the fuck out of here,” Hector nods his head before leaving you and Drew alone.

“Now,” he says before pulling his softening cock out of you. “Let me watch this work of art. Ruined, aren’t you?” You nod. He looks so pretty staring at his handy work. “You can only fuck two people, understand?”

“I understand.”

“What are their names?”

“Reverend Drew Delvin and Ryan Ackerman,” your voice is hoarse as you stare at Drew tucking himself back into his pants. You’ll have him again. You’ll have him everyday.

“That’s my good girl. Let’s get you unhooked, and some clothes on. That way you can flirt with Ryan. I need him to use you like his personal dumpster, okay?”

“Yes, daddy,” the perfect submissive tool.

Ryan stands up straight, wiping the sweat off his brow as he squints into the distance. Twirling. Dancing. Smiling. Looking like a dream out in the middle of nowhere. You spin around everyone in the garden. They all take a moment to smile, and praise you. You didn’t have such a bad gig, minus these men constantly smacking you around.

He didn’t get it. Didn’t understand what your goal is here, or even how these people can hold you in such high regard when Drew Devlin is allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants to do to you.

That asshole. There’s something wrong with him. There’s a possessiveness towards you that Drew has, and with you calling him daddy — it is either a kink, or you are in fact his daughter. The problem is Ryan really can’t figure that out. Can’t figure out what your goal is here. Or the purpose of these weird ass people in this fucked up cult.

He removes his gloves and slams them on the ground, getting an odd look from the woman that had been standing right beside him the entire time. A babysitter, he figures. “You’re angry.”

“No,” he states, and his eyes move back to you. To say you look angelic would be an understatement. You just look the epitome of ethereal. “What’s her deal?”

“The Maiden?” She follows Ryan’s eyesight. Every man looks at you like that, but usually only when Drew isn’t around. He’s got that same goofy smile that the rest have. Watching you undulating around to a music only you hear.

“Yes. Why — what — who is she to Drew?”

“The Maiden,” she shrugs, returning back to her work. She knows she can’t say too much without being affected by Drew’s wrath.

“What is the purpose of the Maiden?”

“You ask a lot of questions. Are you ready to join the community?” Ryan is the one shrugging now, and his eyes find you again. Lingering on you this time with a hunger that matches Drew’s. “You do find out all about our Maiden once you join. She is a tool of sorts. She, or her body will change our world.”

Ryan’s head turns towards the woman as he scowls at her, “What did you say?”

“Too much.”

“Her body will change your world. That’s exactly what you said. What is this, a sex cult or something?”

“Or something,” she sing-songs. Turning around she completely ignores Ryan now.

‘Or something.’ Similar wording that you used with him. Your body is used for a change. He knows last night was a fever dream, but he remembers. He remembers you frolicking about like you’re doing now, but there was too much skin. There was so much skin. There was your lips kissing on him.

“Do I have something on my neck?” He asks, trying to look at his body.

“A giant hickey,” a younger boy giggles before running away.

You. You were kissing him. You were doing more than that. You were — grinding on him. Delirious in your movements as he dug his fingers into your soft curves. The two of you had to have been drugged. The wine. The two of you definitely drank from the same wine glass.

Ryan closes his eyes, trying to remember the sequences of events. Instead they look like a hazy dream that make no sense other than you. Your hands. Your mouth. Your body.

Drew. That little prick walked over to you sitting beside him and poured a glass of wine. He told the two of you to partake in it. He sat in front of you, unspeaking and unmoving until you leaned in on Ryan. ’Maiden, enjoy your evening. Let everyone offer you their…’

Ryan can’t recall his words. Something about their blessings or offerings or something. They gave to you while you flounced around and sat in their laps. It’s a weird place, and he doesn’t know if this is truly what you want, or if you feel trapped. Controlled and watched by everyone.

“You’re no different than any other male here,” the older woman says, and motions her head towards you. “They all want what they can’t have. They will envy you.”

“Why’s that?” He says without removing his eyes from you. Watching as you spin around, and your dress flares out at your sides, and then you stop. Wobbling around from dizziness as you smile at him.

“Because she wants you,” she responds before walking away. Ryan stands frozen as you walk over to him. Smiling a bright beautiful smile, and you stand in front of him.

“You chose to pick potatoes?”

“It’s what,” Ryan looks around for the older woman, and only sees her retreating back, “It’s what she suggested.”

“Hattie. She’s the community’s oldest member. That’s Drew’s great aunt.”

“Drew,” Ryan blows out a hot bit of air. He didn’t want to talk about him. There’s something wrong with him. Especially with his treatment of you. Ryan just can’t explain it. He’s wrong.

“Don’t hate him,” you giggle, smiling up at him.

“You didn’t call him daddy,” a split second of fear or possibly regret passes over your face before you smile almost too intensely.

“I don’t always call him that. Just to his face.”

“Does he hurt you?”

“Nu uh,” Ryan sarcastically wants to ask if the smacks across your face are foreplay.

“Do you want to leave?” He asks seriously. He’ll give you many opportunities to tell him you want to leave. And Ryan will help you get out of here.

“No,” your answer is too quick and too clipped for him. “I have a purpose to fulfill here. Everyone needs me. They need me to — well, they need me. That’s what last night was. I was blessed. Each person laid their hands — on me. They pushed their blessings into my body.”

“What does that even mean?” His voice shows an edge of anger, and you gulp. “I’m sorry. I’m confused about last night. Why were you naked in my bed?”

“It was hot.”

“So you remember?” You shake your head no. Not really. You remember flashes of moments. You remember your body heating up with so much desire that you thought you would die if you didn’t get some relief. An itch that you couldn’t scratch. Always, “Did you know that was going to happen?”

“Oh, yes. Everything that happens to me and my body I want, and I know about it,” the same words that Drew had said to Ryan this morning. Almost like it’s a script. “I don’t want to talk about that though. Reverend Drew has organized a picnic for us. Come on.”

Against his better judgement, Ryan takes your extended hand and follows you. In your absence you’ve bathed, and smell intoxicating. He doesn’t know exactly what you smell of, but he does get a hint of vanilla, and it drives him mad. The desire to be close to you burns into his skin. Instead of letting you drag him along, he gets right beside you.

“You have no shoes,” he notes. You just giggle, and make yourself spin in his arms. “You’re happy today.”

“I had a good morning,” he doesn’t even know what that means, “I woke up with my new best friend,” oh no. Other than a few children, most of the people are much older than you. He assumes you’re bored. Shuggie and Hector are the closest to your age, and he doesn’t think you like them all that much.

“You know when you’ve got itchy skin, and there’s nothing you can do to make it stop?” He nods his head before stopping in front of you, “What?”

“I can’t let you walk with no shoes on. It feels wrong. Jump on,” you look around you, noticing that everyone is ignoring the two of you. Good. Lifting up the skirt of your dress, you jump onto his back before he starts walking again. Your body is sweltering. He doesn’t know if you’re of a different world, or if you’re running a fever. Maybe it’s the dancing around you’ve been doing.

“Well, I feel as if my itch is finally gone,” you interject.

“Huh?”

“It’s an analogy,” you don’t lie to him. You just don’t fully explain it. But having yourself so close to Ryan is making you feel out of your body. You rest your chin on his shoulder, and breathe out a long sigh. “You’re comfortable.”

Ryan gulps. Your voice sounds sultry on him. Your pulse thunders on his back. Clearing his throat, he stops, “Where are we going.”

“Just follow the trail to the pond. Shuggie set us up a picnic,” that douche bag. Ryan keeps trudging. He was hired to retrieve you, but it feels so much more than a hire the more time he spends with you. He wants to protect you. “You feel good,” he sleepily says, and his body shudders.

“You’re com — comfortable?”

“Uh huh,” you feel safe with him. He doesn’t have to strike you to get you to behave. He listens, and responds accordingly. “How did you find this place?”

“You brought me here. Remember?”

“Mmmm,” you saw him at the gas station. Ryan delivered you from Shuggie’s unwatched rage towards you.

“How did you find this place?” He knows how he found this place. But you finding it is another story altogether.

“I broke down, and walked to the gas station. Shuggie brought me to Reverend Drew,” well that makes sense. Shuggie has been your worst enemy since the beginning.

“Why did you stay?”

“Promises,” this short answer isn’t enough. He walks up to the blanket, and removes you gently. Putting you on a blanket while you smile up at him. “Promises of a life where my skin doesn’t feel like it’s crawling. If I can be a good girl. Drew is teaching me to a good girl.”

“What does being a good girl entail?” Ryan sits across from you, and even though you don’t like the space between you, you open up the picnic basket, and pull out the contents. “Maiden?” You grimace for a second before looking up at him with a bright smile. “How are you a good girl?”

“I follow the rules. I did that, and I can now be heavily rewarded. Because of my obedience and submission, I won’t have cravings anymore.”

“Drugs?” You shake your head abruptly, laying out fruits and cheeses onto his place. “What do you crave?”

“I can’t talk about it,” he’d think differently if he knew you craved sex. A drive that just couldn’t be squashed.

“So no drugs?”

“Not anymore. Reverend Drew cured me, and promised me retribution. And my body can change our community.”

“How?” He asks, popping a grape into his mouth, “Explain to me how your body can change other people’s lives.”

“You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never been to a sermon. Submission is the highest service.”

“Are you training for something?” You tilt your head like a puppy, staring at him confused, “It just sounds like you’re in training to become a trad wife.”

“Being a wife is honorable. I don’t know if the Reverend thinks I’m ready for that. No, I’m called for a higher purpose.”

“What? Being passed around until you get knocked up?”

“That’s rude,” your brows furrow as you look at him. “You can’t come into my home, and act like you understand when you don’t even know me or my family.”

“Your family is back in New Mexico.”

“That family threw me out because I was ‘a whore’. Drew found me, and he saved my life. He gave me a safe place to — to be. He stopped my urges that aren’t my fault. I am who I am, and nobody lets me be that except Drew. He’s not a terrible man. And because of him, I can listen and be submissive. Even my father couldn’t make me behave.”

“You didn’t fear your father,” you shrug. You don’t fear Drew, you just fear what he could do to you if you didn’t behave. “So what does Drew allow you to do that your father didn’t?”

You get to your knees, and crawl over to Ryan. “What are you doing?”

“Can I sit on you?”

“Excuse me?” He asks. You watch his Adam’s apple bob, and the pulse in his neck throb. Good. He feels exactly the same as you do. Sitting on him would feel better.

“I want to sit in your lap. Will you allow me to sit in your lap? The choice is yours.”

“Okay. You can sit in my lap,” you don’t turn and look away from him, no. You crawl face to face, and wrap your legs around his waist. Ryan takes a staggering breath before you rest your forehead on his. He’s not sure what fucked up kind of exercise in faith this is, but he likes it. He doesn’t know if the pulse between your thighs is actually you or him.

“What are you doing?”

“My father came home, and I was sitting on my boyfriend just like this. But I was — I was moving on him. Everything was clothes on at that time, and he called me a Jezebel. He cursed my name, and told me no daughter of his would be a whore. So instead of feeling comfortable in his own house, I snuck out. I let my boyfriend do things to me that changed my life. And then I let his friends do things to me that altered my brain, and I couldn’t get enough. I became the whore that he feared so much until he kicked me out. That was his choice, and I had nowhere to go, so I drove.”

“And then you broke down?” You nod your head. “And found Shuggie who took you to Drew?”

“Drew saved my life. He gave me a purpose. He cured me, got me clean, and I am brand new. And now because of my submission I get to bring forth a new beginning,” Drew isn’t all bad. He took away the numbing thoughts, and brought you a life worth living. No more fog in your brain. No more being there. You had a purpose.

“And this is what you want?”

“Do you think I want to go back to my father’s house for him to control me? He’s not even really my father. He’s a loser that hates the thought of anyone touching me. And I have no desire to talk about him while I am in your lap. You feel good,” Ryan’s brow cocks up.

“W-w-what do you think we did last night?”

“For starters I sucked on your neck,” you give a giggle, and kiss on his hickey. “You liked it.”

“What is it like to live here?”

“It’s simple, and lovely. There’s things that have to be done, but it’s beautiful. There’s a freedom here that most places won’t allow. Not once you have been cured.”

“What were you cured of, Maiden?” You accidentally roll your hips. You don’t really want to talk about it, but maybe he can guess. “That didn’t answer my question,” you roll your body over his again, and this time you feel him twitch. You like that.

“Maiden?” His voice sounds more gravely, so you grind over him again. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I’m allowed to.”

“Drew won’t like it.”

“Drew allows me to do what I want,” with you. Ryan is the exception. Ryan can touch you. Ryan can have you. “Would you like me to stop?” Ryan shakes his head no, against his better judgment. The last thing he wants is for you to stop.

Your back arches, and brings your chest close to him as you create a steady movement over him. Rolling your hips, and moving your center over his hardening cock. You smile when you feel his bulge warm up your core. Keeping eye contact with him, and knowing he enjoys the feeling as much as you do. Does he have the same ailments as you? Does his body light up with so much desire you can’t think straight?

“Ryan, why did you follow me?”

“Because your parents are looking for you,” he breathlessly answers, and his nose starts caressing your neck. His hot breath fans out over your chest, and you know that you have found your heart mate.

“They hired you to find me?” Ryan lifts his head up, and presses his forehead against yours again, nodding his head, and breathes deeply through his nose. You will be the death of him. When your father said to find you at any cost, he doesn’t think this is what he meant. “You found me. Now what?”

“I won’t leave without you.”

“What if I choose not to leave?”

“Then I’m stuck here,” he closes his eyes, and grabs onto your hips. Pulling you even closer to him. You feel good.

“Can I find you later tonight?” Ryan looks at you through heavy lidded eyes. Peering up at you with so much wonder. You're a mystery that he can’t solve. This place has piqued his interest too much to stay away. “Ryan, I want you,” you choke out. The speed at which you move over him changes. You’re getting close to release.

“Huh?”

“I want to be submissive for you. I’ve passed my classes,” is that what this is? You are in fact to be trained to be the perfect submissive wife? But he doesn’t work like Drew. Drew has the power in this relationship, and while you don’t realize it yet, you should. And he would want you to have the power. “Ryan?”

“If I asked you to leave?”

“I can’t. It’s not time.”

“Time for what?”

“For you to take me,” with a regretful smile, you back your body off him. His judgment is clouding with lust. That’s what Drew said. You have to confuse them. Make them want more. Make them crave you. Make them mad until they have you. A sample. Barely a taste. “Tomorrow is a new day Ryan. And I’m not watched when it’s night.”

You look down at the crotch of his jeans, “You should get cleaned up,” you say before standing up straight. “Call for me if you want me,” he’s struggling to breathe as you turn around. Leaving him hard, and with a wet spot on his crotch. What are you doing to him? He has a job. But he can’t have you. Yet.

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