Harlot's Hymn - Stories of Religious Corruption and Lustful Worship

Harlot’s Hymn

Stories of Religious Corruption and Lustful Worship

 

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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual situations are intended to be aged 18 years or over, and any implication to the contrary is an unintentional miscommunication.

 

The events and themes presented in this story are for the purpose of erotic fantasy. They are not intended to depict actual events that have happened, or should happen. The author believes firmly that real sexual relationships should only occur between consenting adults, and be built on the principles of respect, communication, honesty, and risk-aware enthusiastic consent.

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Table of Contents
 

Foreword

Adjusting to the Cult

Balance of Sin

Congregation of St Luke

Conversion Cove

Father Lucas’ Drug

First Principles Commune

For Tara’s Sake

The Lesbian Loophole

Marrying Into The Church

Maya’s Prayer

Nicole Says Yes, Part 1

Nicole Says Yes, Part 2

Nicole Says Yes, Part 3

Purity Club

Summerfield Consent

Wife Review, Part 1

Wife Review, Part 2

Wife Review: Essential Nightly News

Bonus: Bible Stories for Young Women

 

 

Foreword

 

It’s a fantasy, not an instruction manual.

 

The stories collected in this volume are kinky fantasies. It’s normal to fetishise the forbidden. It can be a healthy way of processing trauma or frustration from our daily lives. It can be fun, satisfying, and exciting. Don’t feel ashamed to enjoy them.

 

But it’s the responsibility of everyone – and particularly people with these fantasies – to work to create a world where everyone – and, specifically, women – are safe, respected, and able to indulge their sexuality without shame or fear, whether that means consensually engaging in wonderful fucked-up kink, or living their entire life without ever encountering it.

 

Satisfying, sustainable kink can only be built on a foundation of firm respect for boundaries, respectful communication, and positive, explicit, enthusiastic consent. That’s a world where everyone kinky will find it easier to find partners and hook up for the interactions they enjoy, and where those who aren’t interested won’t be bothered – and that includes people who might be interested, but not now, or not under these conditions, or not with you.

 

Don’t let your kinks be your politics.

 

If you don’t already have anyone to share your kinks with in real-life, get involved in your local kink scene. Join an online community. Be polite, ask what the local rules are, listen to people who know what they’re doing before you go charging in yourself, introduce yourself and be prepared to make friends before you make partners. Confidence is sexy; not being able to hear a “no” is not.

 

I’m not your manifesto, and I’m not anyone’s plan for a functional society. Read, enjoy - and then go out and be fantastic, safe, respectful kinksters.

 

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Adjusting to the Cult

 

Natasha had been brought up in the cult, and thus she had a head start over the other wives in her friendship circle, whose husbands had only converted recently.

 

Of course, at first these women resisted the requirement to go naked, and to always have a wet cunt, but after a week’s worth of sessions in the Education Room, they started to comply, and soon they were wandering the compound with tits and pussy bare without even having to be disciplined by their husbands.

 

Once they had reached that stage, they began to appreciate and envy Natasha’s grace - the way she instinctively made sure her cunt was visible to a male audience, always arranging her body to preserve those lines of sight. The subtle body language she used to direct the gaze downwards, to keep people looking and talking to her fuckhole instead of her face, the way her labia was always engorged, her cunt-honey always ready to lubricate.

 

“The trick is,” said Natasha, in reference to her arousal, “to be turned on by your inferiority. You will always feel inferior in the cult, and when it arouses you, you will feel shame at being wet, which will arouse you further. It’s a feedback loop...”

 

Balance of Sin

 

It was a sin to be a lesbian, Kissa knew. She had been given her wet pussy and oversized tits for *men* to enjoy, not to lez off with cunt-licking sluts, and she believed that to the depths of her shameful girl-loving cunt.

 

But try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to fuck a man.

 

The solution came to her late one night, after hours of masturbation. Couldn’t she balance the scales? Was it a sin to be a lesbian who didn’t fuck men, if she took two women who *were* lesbians and got their pussies stuffed with cock? Surely God would forgive her own whorish desires if she brought other lesbians to serve their natural purpose?

 

She tried it on her then-girlfriend Kai, who she was getting bored of anyway. Over several weeks, she secretly filmed Kai masturbating, showering, dressing and undressing, confessing her sluttiest fantasies – and then she showed what she had filmed to Kai, and told Kai that she would publish it all to the internet along with Kai’s name, sexual history, and home address – unless Kai agreed to fuck Kissa’s friend John, who had repeatedly told Kissa that he thought Kai was hot.

 

The decision was a difficult one for Kai, but in the end, she did what Kissa wanted, even agreeing to let Kissa lead her to her fucking on a dog-leash, while crawling bare-titted on all fours.

 

Kai cried a little as John peeled off her panties, and Kissa felt a sting of guilt, so she knelt between Kai’s legs and licked her pussy until Kai was, despite herself, quite wet, and then kept licking as John sat Kai on his lap and sank his erect cock into Kai’s wet lesbian fuckhole.

 

Watching her girlfriend being fucked by a man was strangely erotic for Kissa. When Kai cried, it was even hotter. It was as if Kai’s ordeal was in some surrogate way processing Kissa’s own conflict and guilt over her sexuality. The more Kai moaned and wept, the more Kissa felt forgiven for having sucked on Kai’s beautiful tits; for having kissed Kai’s soft, warm lips; for having enjoyed Kai’s mouth sucking on her clitoris as she orgasmed hard against the beautiful girl’s face.

 

When she saw John buck with the force of ejaculation, and then watched John’s semen begin seeping from Kai’s violated cunt, Kissa orgasmed.

 

When it was over, she gave Kai one last kiss on the lips, and then handed all of the blackmail material over to John. She didn’t care what he did with it – whether he gave it to Kai as Kissa had implied that he would, or kept it to make Kai his long-term fuckslave. She was done with Kai, who was no longer a lesbian but rather just another slut with a man’s cum inside her.

 

Kissa went out that night to her local lesbian bar. She drank, and flirted, and by the end of the night she had a pretty redhead to take back to her apartment and fuck. And four weeks later, she was masturbating to the sight of the same redhead crying as she was fucked in the ass by her closest male friend.

 

And thus it went for Kissa. She would have a couple of months of hot sex with a new lesbian, and then she’d blackmail the girl into fucking some man or other. Kissa would watch as the girl had her cunt violated by a hard, eager cock, and she would openly masturbate – which always made the man happy – and more and more often she’d find herself orgasming loudly at the sight of her erstwhile girlfriend being non-consensually fucked.

 

She knew these girls deserved to be raped, because she knew *she* deserved to be raped. She should be worshipping cock, not longing to lick cunt. But she couldn’t help herself. She saw a pretty girl and she’d do anything to end up writhing nude with her in a tangle of sweaty bedsheets. All she could do was try and balance the scales afterwards.

 

Kissa found herself living for the moment when she saw a man ejaculate into a lesbian. The more the girl hated it, the hotter it was for Kissa, and often she would offer the man little suggestions and encouragement to make it even more degrading for her former girlfriends.

 

She found herself drawing closer and closer to each violation. Sometimes she would lick the girl’s pussy while the man was fucking it, getting a little shiver of electric excitement each time her tongue touched the man’s cock. Sometimes she would silence the girl’s moans by forcing the girl’s mouth against her own pussy, staring into the man’s eyes as they cooperatively abused the poor lesbian. Eventually she found herself drawn to lick the girl’s pussy *after* the man had cum, her tongue lapping at the man’s sperm as it dripped from the girl’s fuckhole. It tasted good, she thought. God’s reward to women for knowing their place.

 

In time, the sexual thrill she felt at these betrayals completely eclipsed anything she experienced from consensually fucking women. More and more often she encouraged the men to keep the girls as their sex pets, and she would return to view their subsequent rapings as well. Often the girls swore at her, and spat their hatred at her betrayal of them, and that just made Kissa hotter, because she knew they were right, that she *was* disgusting, and it was completely appropriate that they should revile her, even as she suggested to their new owners that they be gagged with their own panties so that they could be fucked in silence.

 

In the end, the inevitable happened – Kissa found herself masturbating to fantasies where it was *her* being enslaved and raped, exactly as she deserved. She moaned with distress as she realised this, but didn’t stop masturbating. And after a week of powerful orgasms to this idea, she began to film herself nude, rubbing her cunt, engaging in degrading and humiliating sex acts, and started thinking about which man in her life she would *least* like to be fucked by – who, of course, would be the one she would give all of the footage to…

 

Congregation of St Luke

 

Religion has a great history of using shame and taboo to enforce behaviour. The Southern Gospel Congregation of St Luke used it on the young women of their flock to create compliant, well-behaved, entertaining toys.

 

It started with the sermons. No mention of an evil or poorly-behaved woman in the Bible went by without a reference to her “sinful udders”, her “whore’s melons”, her “devil-swollen teats”. But by contrast, women who were unattractive, or spurned by their husbands, were “flat-chested”, “unfeminine” or “man-like”.

 

The girls began to internalise a dichotomy - small tits were unattractive and undesirable, big tits were sinful and deserved punishment.

 

After church, the congregation held groups for the women, and groups for the men. In the women’s groups, the women were taught that their duty was to look attractive for their menfolk. They practiced makeup, posture, etiquette, and designed outfits to wear - always designed to sexualise themselves. The girls would blush as they put on clothes designed to emphasise their sinful tits, knowing that flaunting their udders was a sin, but that not appearing attractive for men was also a sin.

 

These sessions ended with a round of slut-shaming, where the group leader would tell the story of a particularly whorish woman in detail - enough detail that the pussies of many in the audience would wetten - and then the group would take turns criticising her behaviour and insulting her. The worst insults were always saved for her breasts, and the manner in which she exposed them - there was nothing worse than baring your whore’s melons like a slut. The group leader always made sure to add specific details to each story - the whore’s name, her hair colour, her occupation, the names of her friends - so that a couple of women in the room would identify with her, and feel the criticism and insults personally, and blush with shame.

 

The climax of the indoctrination of the church’s young women was the regular confirmation camp. Girls in the church weren’t confirmed until the age of 18, whereupon they were taking camping as a group in the nearby wildness over five days, ending in a baptism and confirmation ceremony.

 

On the first night, the male camp organisers would spike the food and drink given to the girls with drugs designed to reduce their inhibition and mess with their memory. They would encourage the girls to all manner of inappropriate behaviour - sometimes the girls would strip naked by themselves and offer sex to the organisers or each other, although sometimes they would just pass out. Either way, the next morning was the same.

 

When the girls awoke, they would find themselves topless, and all their tops, dresses, and bras would be missing. Horrified, but with nothing to wear, they would sit clutching their hands over their tits as the organisers explained they had spent last night in an orgy of sin, burning their clothes and baring their bosoms like the jezebels they were. The girls would sob in shame, desperate to cover themselves but unable to do so.

 

The camp organisers would berate them for their sluttiness, and mock them for the size of their whore’s melons, and castigate them for being slutty seductresses, leading the camp organisers into sin. The organisers would take out their erect cocks and show the girls - “Look what you’ve done” - until eventually the girls would beg to be punished.

 

At that point, the real camp began. For the next four days, the girls would be fed aphrodisiacs, keeping them horny without knowing why. Each morning and evening, the camp organisers would beat the girls’ tits with a belt or cane, and then afterwards they would show the girls their erect cocks and demand that the girls fix the problem they had caused. Each of the girls learned how to give a blowjob satisfactorily, and each lost their vaginal virginity to an organiser’s cock. They spent the week in a haze of pain and lust and shame.

 

The organisers documented it all with repeated photographs. On the last night, the organisers would explain they were worried that the girls were such sluts that they might become lesbians, and would run an “aversion session”, where they paired the girls up, made them strip naked, and lick each other’s pussies. After each lesbian orgasm they would get a caning, then move on to another girl.

 

At the end of it, when they were due to be baptised, the girls were told that they were inherently sinful and it was an insult to God to take a regular baptism. However, they would be given a “whore’s baptism” instead, which involved each girl kneeling naked, smearing her own pussy juices over her face, and then having a man ejaculate onto her face. They were told to leave it on on the trip home, to be cleaned off at the last service stop before town.

 

Each group of girls conditioned in this way believed that they were the only ones to have acted like such sluts. Of course, none of them ever dared speak of it to others - the shame and guilt were overpowering. The organisers would keep the pictures of their experience, and remind the girls of it sometimes over counselling. And from that day forth, each girl knew unquestionably that she *was* a sinful whore, and she never objected when the church told her who to fuck, and when, and for how much money...

 

Conversion Cove

 

Phillip was in charge of the summer youth program for the local Catholic Church, and one of his most popular activities was the Girls’ Beach Day.

 

Once each summer, he would pack 16 of the community’s most devout young women into a bus, and drive them down to a very special little beach cove he knew about.

 

The rule was that every girl who came *must* get into the water immediately upon arrival. Which was a very important rule, because this particular beach had a secret, known only to Phillip.

 

He had discovered it as a student, studying the local environment. A unique species of seaweed grew in the cove, and this seaweed released a constant drug into the nearby seawater. It was effectively a date-rape drug. Girls swimming in the water very quickly became overwhelmingly sexually aroused, they lost their inhibitions, and they formed memories poorly, leaving them foggy after the fact as to what they had done and why they had done it.

 

Phillip never got tired of watching the 16 girls wade out into the water, mostly in quite conservative swimsuits, laughing and splashing… and then within half an hour start kissing and groping each other, ripping off their swimsuits, pressing their naked tits against other girls, humping their exposed pussies against girls’ knees, and then finally crawling out of the water to desperately lick each other’s cunts on the blankets he had laid out for them.

 

Phillip would film the whole thing, being sure each girl was clearly identifiable, catching them all in the throes of their forbidden lust. Once he had enough footage, he would go down into the writhing pile of bodies and fuck the two or three most attractive of them, as the delirious girls moaned and bucked eagerly against him.

 

The girls would go home exhausted and confused – and then over the coming weeks, Phillip would interview each of them individually, and show them the footage. They would be horrified at their sinful, slutty forbidden lesbian activity, and plead with him not to make the footage public. He would agree – providing that they continued their new sexual relationships with the other girls (on camera, of course) and providing that they agreed to be pleasing little fuckslaves for him…

 

Father Lucas’ Drug

 

The people of the isolated Goss Creek were devoutly religious, and they placed absolute trust in their priest, Father Lucas. After all, Father Lucas was an educated man, who not only knew his Bible, but also knew his science.

 

In fact, Father Lucas was something of an amateur chemist, and was given to experimenting with various drugs and concoctions in the basement of the church. When he hit upon a chemical that reacted uniquely to oestrogen, he realised he had discovered something truly special.

 

His first test of it was on Caitlyn, the pretty blonde teenager who volunteered to clean the church on Wednesdays each week. He put a little of the drug in a glass of water that he handed to her when she arrived to start her shift, and the results were dramatic. Within an hour, she was flushed and confused. Her nipples were rock hard beneath her innocent white shirt, and she smelled overpoweringly of sex. He waited until she vanished guiltily into the toilets, and then burst in on her five minutes later to find her completely nude in the toilet stall, masturbating wantonly. The shame on her face at being discovered in such a state by the town priest was delightful, and when he proposed that her punishment for such sin should be twenty kisses of his leather belt on her private parts, followed by her “satisfying the temptation she had wrought in him” with her mouth, she eagerly agreed. She orgasmed twice as he whipped her wet, spread cunt with his belt, and then he ejaculated quickly into her mouth as she blushingly sucked his cock.

 

To his surprise, though, the effects persisted. The drug remained in her system for nearly a week. Caitlyn’s mother came to Father Lucas and complained that she had caught Caitlyn masturbating naked in the back yard; that Caitlyn had tried to seduce her own father into sex, and that they had eventually caught Caitlyn fucking two of the neighbour boys at once in the local park. Caitlyn couldn’t explain why she was behaving this way.

 

Father Lucas just smiled, and offered Caitlyn’s mother a sympathetic glass of wine, laced with the same drug. Once it took hold, he gave her the same treatment he had given her daughter - this time fucking her pussy instead of her mouth - and sent her home.

 

His next visit was from Caitlyn’s father. He reported that he had found his wife and daughter having lesbian sex in his marital bed; that his daughter had seduced him into fucking her pussy daily, while his wife just watched and masturbated; and that both women thought of little now other than sexually pleasing him and receiving orgasms.

 

He wasn’t complaining, as such - he was just worried for their souls.

 

Father Lucas promised him he’d see what he could do.

 

After that, Father Lucas mixed his drug into the communion wine for the next Sunday service. It only reacted with high oestrogen levels in women. It made men a little hornier, but not much. It turned women into confused sluts, affecting them for days on end.

 

That week saw an epidemic of whorishness. The women of Goss Creek lost control of themselves. They masturbated wantonly. They penetrated their pussies with household objects. They fucked their friends, their sons, their brothers, their fathers, their daughters, their sisters. They begged for orgasms. And none of the women knew why they were doing it.

 

It was clear there was something wrong in Goss Creek - and the community turned to Father Lucas for answers.

 

“The devil has had his way with the women of this town,” Father Lucas declared in his sermon. “He has violated the holes God gave them for breeding with his evil red member, and turned them into harlots and jezebels. Only with great faith and great discipline will we drive them out. Men of Goss Creek, we must take these degraded creatures in hand, and be firm with them, and take exceptional steps to control their devil-driven appetites.”

 

The women, mortified beyond belief by their behaviour, and the drug now having worn off, did not object, and so Goss Creek agreed to Father Lucas’ plan.

 

The first step was a network of cameras around the town, most especially in the places women considered private - their bedrooms, bathrooms, and toilets. Father Lucas had full surveillance of the lives of women in the town.

 

Women were encouraged to attend confessional at the church twice a week. When they did, Father Lucas had them strip nude. He would use small clamps to attach chains to their nipples and clitoris - “the source of their whorish thoughts” - and then have them describe their sexual thoughts and sins to him in detail.

 

“I masturbated last night,” said pretty dark-haired Alicia, as she sat nude and blushing before the priest.

 

“God demands detail, child,” said Father Lucas. “You mean to say, ‘I dug my fingers into my wet whore’s nest and finger-raped myself to orgasm as I lay in bed.’”

 

Alicia blushed. “Yes,” she said. “And during the time when all the women were going crazy, I… I crept into my brother’s bedroom naked - er, with my big jezebel-udders and my shameful breeding-hole uncovered - and I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue, while he slept…”

 

“Because you were thinking with your cunt, as all women do,” added Father Lucas.

 

“... because I was thinking with my cunt, as all women do, and then when he woke up he was so surprised that he ejaculated in my mouth, and I swallowed it like a common whore, and then I climbed on top of him and let him lick my filthy rapehole until he was hard again, and then I made my own brother fuck me like the degraded rapetoy that I am until he filled my womb with the seed of incest, and I orgasmed myself against my brother’s cock.”

 

At every admission of slutty behaviour or thoughts, Father Lucas would tug on the chains, pulling painfully on the girl’s nipple and clit, making her gasp with pain and humiliation. At the end, he would prescribe a course of correction - generally a belt-whipping of her pussy or tits - followed by either “satisfying the consequences of her succubus’ behaviour” - in which case he would fuck her mouth, pussy or anus until he ejaculated - or “a corrective bath of the holy juices of God” - in which case he would ejaculate inside her, or on her. He immensely enjoyed ejaculating on the faces and breasts of the prettier members of his flock and making them leave it there, shining wetly on their skin, as they left the church, “to provide protection against the devil, while showing proof of your sin”.

 

Girls who failed to come to confessional, or were reticent in admitting their behaviour, were punished more thoroughly, of course. Father Lucas could see every time a girl in town touched their own cunt; there was no ability for them to conceal a masturbation or sexual encounter. He would have these girls brought to the church on a Saturday, where he had enlisted the help of a dozen local boys. The group would strip the girls naked, and then torture and rape them until they admitted their sin.

 

(Father Lucas noted a couple of the more naturally slutty young women in town seemed to deliberately avoid his confessionals, AND take a visible enjoyment in what was done to them as a result. He offered these women positions in the church as instructors of the “women’s correction” circles the church ran after services.)

 

At Sunday services, Father Lucas would lead specific prayers for each of the women in his congregation, to share their shame with the community.

 

“Dear Lord,” he would begin, “please show your mercy to young Dakota Parkes, who spent yesterday afternoon violating her breeding hole with a rolling pin while Googling lesbian porn on the internet. When she is inevitably and deservedly raped, let her learn her lesson that it is only men who have the right to decide when her slut-nest receives pleasure. And please also have in your thoughts Jennifer Weld, who rubs her clitoris whenever she pisses and licks her fingers clean when she is done. And Elise Jenkins, who, while being fucked in the anus by her husband two nights ago, fantasised about being forced to go naked at her work and service all her male co-workers. And our darling red-headed Madison Hamilton, who gets wet at the idea of being slapped by a man, and secretly enjoys it when men call her a bitch.”

 

Father Lucas had had changes made to the church pews, designating the front four rows the “harlot seats”, where all the women in town were required to sit. Women were encouraged to sit in the seats that best represented the level of sexual sin they were engaging in. All the seats required women to remove their panties, lift their skirts, and spread their legs, so that their bare ass and pussy were touching the wooden pew. The front seats had nothing but short chains with a clamp on the end - the clamp attached to the woman’s clitoris, holding her in place for the sermon.

 

The second row had the same chain and clamp, but also a thick pair of cunt-and-anus dildos that the girl had to impale herself on. At opportune moments in the sermon, these would vibrate.

 

The third row had the same dildos, but also a pair of handcuffs that cuffed the girl’s hands behind her back for the sermon, once she had secured her clit to its clamp. In addition to vibrating, the dildos would occasionally deliver electric shocks.

 

The final row replaced the front dildo with what was essentially a wire toilet brush. It hurt immensely for a girl to force it into her vagina. The rear dildo was thicker, too, and would further expand once inserted. As with the seats in front, her hands were cuffed, her clit was clamped, and two further chains would go under her shirt and connect to her nipples. All the chains on these seats would periodically tug downwards painfully.

 

Father Lucas had set up cameras in front of each harlot seat, and three large screens would periodically show the feed, so the whole congregation could see the women’s blushing faces and their naked, abused cunts, and so that the women could not avoid confronting and looking at their own shame.

 

(For the girls who thought themselves innocent enough to sit in the front two rows, Father Lucas would mix a dose of his drug in their communion, ensuring that the following week, after once again fucking their family, friends, and in some cases their pets, they would feel significantly less innocent. Those in the back rows, he had no need to dose - they were learning their place adequately all by themselves. He expected in the future to remove the front row of pews altogether, and install an even more painful and degrading row behind the wire-brush seats, as the women of Goss Creek accepted their new status.)

 

After the prayers, Father Lucas would take up collection. In addition to the standard plate for monetary donations, he would send a second plate around amongst the men, and their “donations” would be neatly tied-off condoms full of sperm, representing all their masturbations for the week. Father Lucas would have one of his helper girls empty these into a large bowl, and then take it around to feed every woman in town their “communion” - a small cup of cold anonymous sperm.

 

Father Lucas took great pride in the thought that Goss Creek was probably the only town in the world where every last drop of semen its men produced went into or onto a woman.