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Penny wasn’t the kind of girl to listen to rules. Social distancing wasn’t a thing and she didn’t need to stay away from the park. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to do just that.

It was on the swing that Becki and Master found her. Being ecclesiastical members of the Church of Master’s Cock, they were deemed essential citizens, and therefore were allowed in all places, at all times. Looking at the free spirited and disobedient tart in front of them, Becki and Master knew she needed punishment.

Penny was tied to the swing, kicking and screaming. Her wrists were strapped to the chains and her ankles as well. Penny’s park swing was now a sex swing.

Master took out his sacrificial blade and made short work of the slut’s clothes. She was now bare and open for the world.

Master was the first that day to sample her charms, but not the last. Each man that saw the spectacle was invited to partake and after fucking the whore, they were given a choice of implements for punishment.

Most men chose the paddle, very unimaginative. Becki was impresses with the men that chose the flogger and riding crop, for they knew torture well. Master always had his barbed cat-o-nine-tails ready if anyone went easy on her.

Bruised, bloodied, and dripping cum, Penny had one more man to service before the day was over. Her head was covered and her mouth gagged, as the man was led forward. His cock was thick and the only one to give her pleasure since Master had fucked her.

Penny had a massive orgasm before the man pulled out, saying he wanted to cum on the slut’s face. As the hood was ripped off, and the first load hit her face, her father began to scream.

Mormons had come to the Church of Master’s Cock for many months now. Convinced their religion was correct and they could convince the sinners inside to leave their lusty ways behind, through the power of their faith.

Most of the visitors had been young male missionaries. Young 19 year old pretty boys, full of life and hope. The reports the Mormon church headquarters received was that all of these boys had left the church. Some were now submissive bottoms and doing porn; mostly large cock gang bangs.

Others were now openly transitioning into female forms. These former men called themselves sissies now, but wouldn’t claim to be women. They were slaves to powerful men, connected donors to the Chuch of Master’s Cock. Occasionally the slaves would be forced to do cam shows, where they fucked themselves with the biggest and most gnarly toys, until their tiny, caged clits leaked what little stream of cum they still produced after all the hormones.

The local Mormon church was terrified and was refusing to go back. However, one Mormon church elder had a daughter so chaste and pure he knew she could break the man in charge. Her faith was so strong and her connection to the spirit so powerful, she would win them over to the side of god.

Her name was Kristina. She was barely 18 and was the envy of everyone in her graduating class. Her beauty was unparalleled in her school and her virtue was unchallenged. She was the perfect little Mormon girl. Little did her father know, he was serving her up on a silver platter to the most vile and depraved couple to ever walk the earth.

Master and Becki were having a wonderful break from their usual day of worship. Sitting on the couch, Becki sucked Master’s large cock through his open robe. She was quite naked, except for stockings and garters. Her breasts were being pawed by the man who owned her and he cunt dripped into the couch.

The knock at the door interrupted Becki’s mouth love of her favorite treat. Master scowled at her momentary pause, but pulled her off anyway and instructed her to open the door and see who was there. Becki through on a nearby silk robe and covered her breasts, least they be seen by the un worthy. If I said the robe covered her cunt, it would only be in the most liberal use of the word covered. Each step afford it some privacy form wandering eyes, but only for the briefest of moments.

As the door opened Kristina was ready with her scriptures. She was not prepared, however for the mostly nude woman in front of her. Kristina had never seen such an embodiment of sex and lust. She felt foreign sensations in her chaste pussy and butterflies in her stomach. Becki, for her part, let the innocent virgin look for as long as she wanted.

Kristina squeaked out, “My names is Kristina and I’m here from....”

Becki cut her off, “We can tell that by the book and frumpy clothes, deary. Are you here because you want to feel what all those delicious former men felt?”

Kristina has been briefed on the missionaries that left this place. She assumed it was brainwashing and drugs that broke them. However as the final words left Becki’s mouth the woman had stepped out the door frame. Kristina could now see the woman gesturing to a man on the couch.

The man sat in a parted robe, his legs spread, and between them was the most perfect piece of cock meat. Granted, it was the only piece Kristina had seen, but her cunt said it was perfect. She could feel her mouth water and her twat engorge and moisten. She did not know these meant she was aroused.

She stared at the cock, hypnotized by its perfection. Becki took her by the arm and led her inside. As the door closed, Kristina saw the man’s face turn into a wolfish grin.

“This is your Master,” Becki whispered in Kristina’s ear. “Why don’t you get on your knees and give him a little prayerful worship.”

Kristina felt her knees weaken as she began to lower herself down. Her mind had turned worship to “whorship” and a demonic voice in her head whispered to her that she would indeed be a whore before supper.

Master and Becki were out walking their dog when they saw the teenage, college freshman-girl taking a jog. Her smile as she passed by them was what struck them. There was no doubt she would be their plaything. So they stalked her for a week and found she jogged at the same time every day.

Master and Becki were a sick pair. They were evil, no two ways about it. Their biggest turn-on was using sex to break a pure and innocent girl into a raging whore bent on using her body for their, and sometimes her own, pleasure.

The plan was set. The dog was trained over the course of the stalking week. When given the command “rope up”, she would wrap her leash around anyone jogging by. This innocent maneuver would give Master and Becki the chance to drug the girl and get her inside the church building.

As the girl approached, Becki grabbed her Master’s hand as he gave the command. The dog lurched around the girl’s legs and abs tumbled to the ground. Master and Becki rushes over, feigning concern, and brandishing chloroform. The girl quickly lost consciousness and the two carried her quickly inside the church.

The girl slowly woke up strapped to a table, naked, and started screaming. Flood lights came on and she could see her arms and legs tied to different parts of the table, in a spread eagle pattern. The lights intensified, hiding the approach of her abductors.

“My name is Becki,” said they female voice, “and this is my Master.”

The girl could not see the person the female voice referred to, but accepted there was a presence there. She could almost feel the eyes of this person evaluating her life a piece of meat. Then the person spoke.

“You will call me Master,” he said. “I am your god, you just don’t know it yet.”

She felt a hand touch her thigh, but still could not see a face.

“We have decided not to kill you when we are finished,” the man continued. “You will be released.”

“Yeah,” said the female voice, “you have something Master appreciates, a hymen. We’re gonna let you go after training you for a bit. Then you’ll be a good girl.”

The training consisted of fucking the girl, repeatedly. She was fed drugs and, combined with the constant sexual use, her mind was broke and twisted. She came to only know love through sex, validation through sex, affection through sex. She did not hesitate to be sexual with any man presented to her. While she wasn’t bisexual, in the least, she would eat another slut’s cunt if ordered by a man.

Watching the news one night, Master learned the girl’s name was Coraline Johnson. She was the heiress to a local business man. Money was offered for information on her location, quite a sizeabke amount of money.

By the time the tips led the police to the hole-in-the-wall strip club, Coraline was a headliner for several weeks. She now went by Cori Cuntstuffer and was the sluttiest of whores. She spent every day and night on the dance pole or riding a john’s pole. The police had her committed to a local institution for evaluation, thinking her under the influence of drugs or having a complete mental break.

Cori was still smart, however. She fucked the orderlies and even her therapist. They verified she was sane and soon she was released. She used her father’s vast fortune to have her tits inflated to massive orbs. She started to show them off online, and would invite her viewers over to fuck her if they paid enough. All these funds went to the Church of Master’s Cock. She was one of the most devoted members.

Cori was such a whore and so willing to fuck anyone, even her father could not resist her. One of her best selling online clips was titled “Daddy Finally Succumbs”. It showed her father bending the whore over and fucking her, with her mother walking in at the end.

The video ended shortly thereafter, before the mother screamed, but not before her father said the words which would seal his divorce, “You have a much better cunt than your mother.”

The video is on sale at Cori Cuntstuffer’s website. She posts a new one every Sunday, in hopes she’ll do enough for the church to feel Master’s cock again.

Becki tells her she’s almost there and will feel him any day now.

Becki has been telling her that for two years now.

Girls on flights were always fun to pick up. Master and Becki often found themselves in the company of some young tartlet as she succumbed to their seduction, drugs, or a combination of the two. Sometimes, they seduced they crew. This is one of those stories.

The flight was non-stop to London. It was a red eye, meaning most of the passengers were asleep almost as soon as the first meal was done. This gave Master and Becki more time alone with the stewardesses.

Master has a way with women. I’m sure those that read his stories no that. However, it is truly magical how he talked these two, Amy and Bethany, into letting him mix them some delicious cocktails.

The concoction Master gave them would have them seeing stars and god, in the same breath. He had only used it once in a girl Becki had found, Alexi, and it turned her into a beast only concerned with filling her hole. She didn’t even talk anymore, just barked, whimpered, and howled.

Mast had learned from Alexi. He learned if you give a slut a sugggestion while on “bitch in heat”, as he called it, she tended to take it too far. With Alexi, he’d told her she was his bitch dog and that’s what she became. He would be more careful with these two.

Amy and Bethany were feeling no pain after two of Master’s cunt-coladas. They were feeling very talkative and hornier than they’d ever been. It was amazing how much they just wanted to fuck in the floor of the galley or shove some bitch out of her first class seat and ride her husband’s dick.

Master had to focus them and so he let the two soon-to-be whores tell him their life story, helping them remember it better with his drugs when they made mistakes.

Amy and Bethany grew up together all the way through high school, where they graduated near the top of their class. Master soon helped them remember the way they “earned” those grades. The two spent time between classes and after school servicing the cocks and cunts of all their teachers.

After high school the two besties volunteered at the local hospital as candy stripers until they were old enough to apply to be cabin crew. Master helped them recall how they worked at the local gentleman’s club, The Hospital, as sexy strippers. They hauled in a huge amount of cash that payed for their addiction to clothes and sex toys. They worked there until they figured they could land a pilot as a stewardess.

During flight school the former strippers worked hard to be the best and most professional flight attendant ever. Master told them they actually almost were fired at every turn and if they didn’t suck off the department manager, they’d have been out the door. It didn’t matter for them, they were eye candy for the passengers and fucktoys for the pilots.

After learning how slutty they really were. It was almost too easy for Master and Becki to remind them of their proper names, Ami and Betti. It was also easy to remind them about all their time spent in the church and how they were recruiting people to build the Church of Master’s Cock internationally.

Day 1

Olivia woke to a world filled with colors and sensations. Her desires and wants were warped by the drugs coursing through her veins. The sounds playing in her locked little closet told her she was a whore. She tried to block it all out as she closed her eyes and passed out.

Day 2

The colors were brighter and sensations more intense as the bad effects of the drugs were lessened by her body’s tolerance. Her desires, still warped, we’re becoming focused on sex. She caught herself chanting along a couple times to the manta telling her she was a whore. She passed out with her hands in her panties.

Day 3

The bright colors were almost neon as the drugs took their full effect. The shirt rubbing against her bare breasts was practically orgasmic. Sex and getting fucked were the only things Olivia cared about. She didn’t chant along with the mantra today, she was the mantra and chanted alone.

Day 4

The drugs were stopped and Olivia felt bad. She missed the colors and the good feelings. She missed the constant thoughts of sex, but her body still was wet and needy. The chant had started again, but her head hurt too much for her to care.

Master came, today, with Becki behind. He pulled Olivia from the closet and drug her down the hall to a room with a bed. Throwing her down, he quickly cut her clothes off her body, leaving it covered only is perspiration from withdrawal.

Olivia was folded in half and fucked through several dozen orgasms over the next two hours. Master was relentless and Becki just stood close to Olivia’s head, masticating lazily. Every now and again, Becki would wipe her hand on Olivia’s face as Master spit upon it, adding to the wetness.

By the time Olivia was allowed a respite, she had lost the ability to walk and most of her ability to speak. Her last conscious memory was of being dragged back to the closet, freshly washed, in new clothes.

Day 5

The drugs were back and Olivia was feeling good. She masturbated to her memories from the day before and freely called herself a whore as she came over and over. She hoped to be raped again and again on the end of Master’s cock and wondered, silently, how much of that desire was really from the drugs.

Master and Becki were on their way down in the elevator when fate would have Brittany join them. She was too busy taking insta-worthy selfies to notice the unspoken conversation between them. Becki wanted to acquire Brittany and turn her into Brittani, for Master.

It had been hours since her last offering to him. She yearned for the next time they could turn a pristine, young girl into a filthy whore. She loved to watch the fear in their eyes grow. She longed for the moment when his member was thrust through their intact innocence. The way the blood and wetness ran down their legs was euphoric. The way their fear and pain tasted on Master’s throbbing cock made her happy beyond her wildest, wettest dreams.

Brittany was not like the other girls Master had pulled from the bosom of innocence. She was already a cunt and pretentious slut, in her own right. She always dressed slightly inappropriate for work, was always at the club with her friends in a dress that barely covered her pussy, and spent her weekends being a champion for feminism and women’s rights.

Meanwhile she deigned only to date men during the week for free meals and played the victim when she was too lazy to change her own flat tire, or some other task she deems below her. She needed to be corrected. She needed to be made into a good girl.

As Master winked at Becki, he quickly pressed the emergency stop button for the elevator. The car they were in came to a lurching stop. Brittany stumbled and braced herself against the still closed door. Becki removed the box cutter she kept in her purse, grabbed Brittany by the neck, and harshly pressed Brittany’s face against the cold metal box.

Brittany could feel the sharp edge of the box cutter against the side of her throat.

“Do as you’re told and you might make it out of this alive,” Becki commanded as she kicked the inside of Brittany’s ankles to spread her legs.

Becki then hiked up the back of Brittany’s dress and yanked her thong down. Becki spit on her hand and then reached it in front of Brittany. She wiped the slime across Brittany’s perfectly shaved cunt.

“This is for his comfort, not yours,” she whispered in Brittany’s ear while sliding a finger across and into her slit.

Becki turned and nodded to Master to indicate her offering was now ready to be used.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of Brittany’s perfectly highlighted hair, a sneer growing on his face. In a blunt, violent motion he slammed his cock deep into her hungry, frightened hole. She moaned in pain as he thrust mercilessly into her. Becki could hardly contain her excitement as her own cunt, Master’s cunt, salivated at the sight of Master enjoying his gift. Brittany’s pathetic cries for help would remain unanswered.

Tears and mascara flowed down Brittani’s face, and Becki noticed how Master’s rhythmic fucking was slowly turning Brittany’s groans into sounds of delighted, yet not entirely wanted, pleasure. This whore was beginning to enjoy herself and her violation was turning into the best fuck she ever had.

Brittany was enjoying how his cock filled her. She was going to cum at any moment. As Brittany’s legs began to quiver, Master withdrew his divine rod from her thrashed cunt. The slutty whore, now thinking of herself as Brittani fell to the floor. She was so close to nirvana, just before it was ripped from her grasp.

Brittani turned her head and looked Master in the eye. She wanted more. She needed more.

She started to beg Master to continue to feed her hungry hole. She pleaded with him. He slapped her ignorant face in disgust at her request. Master was too busy rewarding Becki with the sacrament that she had earned by being Daddy’s good girl. Master let out a growl as he filled Becki’s mouth with his seed. Remaining in place long enough to ensure every last drop ran down Becki’s throat.

As Becki stood from her knees and adjusted her skirt, Master fixed his pants and flatted his shirt. He pressed the emergency stop button again to return the elevator to operation. Brittani pulled herself to sit in the corner of the elevator.

As the elevator slowed to a stop on its final designated floor, Brittani climbed unsteadily to her feet. Feeling ashamed of how much she liked how Master raped her, she struggled to compose a thought or sentence with more words than “please” or “more”.

As Master and Becki exited the elevator, the only squeak Brittani could get out was a weak request to go with them. Master handed her a card with only a phone number printed across it.

“Text me when you procure a proper gift”, he ordered as He and Becki walked away hand in hand.

Brittani knew in that moment, she must find a worthy sacrifice. She smiled when she slid the card into her wallet as a trail of blood and cunt juice ran down her leg.

Credit: @beckyannea