Chapter 0 - Hollowed and Hallowed Union

She walked through the nave, her plump, creamy naked thighs swung one after another, while the naked feet let out a gushing sound with every step, as the floor was drowned in love fluids of her fellow sisters. The aisles were filled with faces red from pleasure and those pink from exhaustion, the cathedral was burning with lust and carnal bliss. One of them was kneeling on the ground and drinking the nectar from tiled floor while her snow white ass was rised high into the air, so her masters could grope and bend it or if she was lucky, they would insert something into one of her dedicated holes, brining the sow priestess to an instant orgasm. But this one kept moving between the benches, holding a silver plate just to keep her hands from reaching to her cunt. Each corner of the plate was connected by small, silver chain, which was on the other end attached to the rings in her nipples, masterfully added there the first night she joined the holy community. They were naked obviously, she had no right nor will to cover them, all it was done for the amusement of her masters and it was the only thing that mattered in the vision of her small, fucked out brain. The only part of her body that was still under cover of cloth was the crotch, hidden under a black thong that would give a symbolic feeling of fabric on her, covering the ladyparts in an inviting manner and then digging deep between her large, slutty ass that was mostly on the view, exposed as it should be. She still had a massive, purple spot on her buttcheek, a  gift from one of her masters, which radiated with pain and pleasure alike, causing her thighs to cover themselves with a slick layer of love liquids, whenever she thought of it. 

Red lips, covered with a thick layer of lipstick, bent into a lustful smile, had she not been tasked with duty much more important, she would join the orgy in an instant. But she was. Slowly approaching the altar, she left the plate with empty chalices on it, before a massive statue of a winged angel, their goddess. Aurielle, mistress of love and compassion, once a patron of their cathedral and order, she was lured there by her beloved disciples and then enslaved just alike them by the masters of this new, holy place. The chalices were empty and it was her duty to change it. She bitten her lip, what was about to happen filled her with lust, causing the panties to be long ago soaked. Holy sister moved a little forward, around the altar and then towards the chancel, swinging her bottom to the sides, wishing to look as appealing to her masters as it was humanly possible for her little, fragile and whorish body. 

Step by step she approached on the monstrous master before her, she could feel the bloody stare and ragged breathing. She caught him with her body and it was inpatient to violate her. It was perfect. Her breathing turned shallow and sharp, releasing clouds of hot air repeatedly. Then she gotten in the range of it’s massive hands and to her highest delight, he grabbed her with force and then put on it’s muscled, brown thigh, pressing the massive tongue into her own mouth and unceremoniously invading it within a second as she posed no resistance. It wasn’t a kiss of compassion, connection between two people that wanted to make love, the beast claimed her and bent to it’s will, she was helpless and she loved it to the very extent. She was made and taught to love it. Inhuman tongue filled her mouth, scouting and then wrapping around her own, his taste was godly, she craved it and would gladly die for it. She was taught to think so. Eventually the beast grew bored and decided to invade her throat but she learnt how to hold her gag reflex long, long ago. Otherwise she wouldn’t made it in the cathedral of lust. Finding no pleasure in her humanly mouth, it retreated and made her heart sink a little, knowing that the taste of it’s tongue was gone but she kept her courage to keep going, it could only get better, she knew it.

 But yet, she missed it so much, she felt like crying for a short period of time. Then her master could wait no more and pushed her off his lap, making her hit the tile floor like a wooden plank. It hurt but she easily discarded that feeling, immediately rising up once more and staring at the crotch, covered by a piece of cream-coloured, ragged cloth that was rising wildly as the enormous, fat meatrod of her master was growing in erection. She was about to be used, ravaged, taken like a sow, her belly filled with butterflies but she wouldn’t cry from happiness. She wanted to do it wildly but it would only remind the beast of the times where she would cry from sadness, her old, foolish and irrational self, much before the fantastic change. She teared the cloth away, staring at the magnificent, monumental tool of her master, quickly grasping his knees and then using them to rise herself, to engulf the top of his cock between her lips, it was large and she could never possibly wish of taking it all in but it was her duty to do as much as she was capable of. Thick and hard as steel, hot like a blaze, it filled her mouth with the salty, euphory-brining taste of precum of the beast. Both of the hands worked around it’s ballsack, both were needed as the size was enormous, as everything in case of the beastly master of hers. Her tongue wrapped repeatedly around it, ran across and cleaned, left no spot untouched, dancing below the glans and then putting pressure on the urethra. She was skilled in it, countless times had she performed this service and it always worked, despite their beauty and greatness, her masters were simple beings when it came to pleasure. She kept eye contact with the red, burning gaze staring down at her with lustful and bloodthirsty eyes. The beast wouldn’t be calmed for long by this minor work from her side and soon as she expected it, her little body was grasped by the brown, bone crushing hands of her master and rised into the air, just above the towering manhood, so eager to tear apart her inner flesh. She bitten her lip and took a deep breath, she was looking forward to this since long and all air left her lungs when her bottom was slammed down onto the giant cock, filling her ass mercilessly, spreading the flesh around and taking away her ability to breathe for a time. Her underwear was torn apart without any resistance.  Molten pleasure streamed across her body, shiver of bliss ran down her spine and she experienced the heaven she was promised so long ago. Her eyes rolled slightly, whites of her eyes were exposed when she was risen up and then again impaled by the tool of gods. Beast continued then to thrust, fucking her brain out, melting her thoughts and taking away any sort of self-consciousness, there was nothing else in the world but the feeling of hot rod inside herself. With the scarce intelligence vanished, she couldn’t keep the count of time, so it felt like an eternity of warmth and bliss, eternity far too short as she heard a loud growl, shattering her trance as the feeling of duty and incoming blessing was more persistent than the overwhelming pleasure. She closed her eyes and held the breath, it always allowed her to regain control over herself much faster when it was done. Then it happened,  beast has ejaculated, her insides were filled with the thick avalanche of seed, filling her entirely like a bucket. 

The loud moan of pleasure echoed through the cathedral, connecting with countless others into one persistent aria of lust and carnal bliss. It was done. But she wasn’t yet. She quickly gotten off his rod, still burning like molten steel and then dropped onto the ground onto her knees. She had to act quickly, what remained a true challenge given how extremely filled with seed her body was, before reaching to the plate she had to cover her mouth for a second, all this sudden movement almost caused her to spit what was in her. She brought the chalices back to the beast and awaited under his tool, the main ejaculation was far over but it would still be dripping with the sacred nectar, just enough to fill a few smaller chalices. Drop by drop, the thick and oozy liquid filled each of the containers, just to be afterwards put onto the silver plate, later reattached to her nipples with the chain. She then, walking with legs spread as her ass was still gaping wide after the act, left to the undergrounds, moving down the steps and passing the living quarters of her sisters. After a minute of marching through the stone floor, she reached the kitchen and delivered the sacred ingredients to her sisters, leaving everything in there. A wide grin spread across her lips.





Three hours later the bells have told and she stood in her robes on top of the altar as crowds slowly entered the cathedral, walking across the clean, shining tiles and taking their seats at the polished pews. She smiled widely with warmth and compassion to the people, receiving smiles in response from many familiar faces. She swallowed the salty remains in her mouth and then rised her hands to silence people. The morning mass was just about to begin.