188 P.C.- Church of the Cock God

The environs of a church on Sunday mornings are a cure for the soul. Beautiful gardens, buildings, and women dressed in their Sunday best. Of course, the definition of "Sunday best" is subject to society's expectations. A conversation between churchgoers 200 years earlier might emphasize women's modesty and the expectation that she be fully covered. In the present day, this is obvious nonsense. Church is an opportunity for women to show their god that they understand their duties to their masters, and their Sunday outfits should reflect that. Lingerie, stockings, high heels. Any outerwear that is worn is undermined with slits and cutouts to ensure a full display.

Any woman with a day's church attendance knows that she is a sinner. Despite her best efforts, she will never be able to fully serve her god, and more immediately if not more importantly her men. Punishment is inevitable, and the church is a place where sins are confessed and just desserts are served. Saturday nights are filled with writing a diary of the week's sins, and praying that she remembers all of them because it has been repeatedly demonstrated that God is aware of her every misdeed. They could all remember an incident- a stolen touch, an inappropriate expression of resentment behind a man's back, a spilled drop of cum. They thought no one would notice it, and then on Sunday when the priest read the register of sins there it was.

So, perhaps understandably, there is some reluctance to attend church among the female population. The church lawn resounds with smacks and cries as men force women into the building. But not for Lily. Lily loved church, and Sunday mornings were her favorite time.

The women were regularly rotated across different masters. The masters liked variety, and female friendships were not considered valuable. Lily's masters had all seen the same potential, and used her the same way. She was the disciplinarian for the other women, totally committed and believing in male dominance. When she caught another woman in a misdeed, the masters allowed her to experience pleasure while witnessing the punishments of the others- sometimes rubbing herself, sometimes using a vibrator or dildo. Sometimes even putting on a strap-on and driving deep into the naughty bitch's snatch. It was hard to cum from fucking another woman like that- she had to drive deep enough that the base of the dildo pounded on her clit. But it made her feel in a small way like a man and that was amazing. These were the only sexual pleasures she was allowed.

So, over time, Lily had been conditioned to be aroused by the suffering of other women. When she approached the church her pussy began to moisten. She had stopped wearing panties to church so that there would be no wet spots to betray her unauthorized pleasure.

When they opened the doors to the church she had to compose herself. It was all of her fantasies. A modern church service was not a structured ceremony, but an hours long orgy that ebbed and flowed as masters and harems came and went. The sounds were the first thing noticeable- female moans and screams muffled by gags, male grunts of pleasure, and the harsh voice of the preacher haranguing and degrading the feminine portion of the congregation. They made their way to an open pew. A female acolyte in a red minidress offered the master his bottle of oil and ball gags for all the bitches. He put ball gags in the mouths of the harem. Then he oiled up the dildos projecting up from the pews. One at a time, he shoved the sluts down onto a dildo, slapping titties and pussies for those who needed persuasion. The straps and cuffs attached to the pew were used to restrain the wiggly ones. Finally he rubbed oil onto his cock and dragged down the naughtiest little whore of the week onto it. It wasn't Lily; she strove to please the masters to the maximum. Ashley had been a back-talking little bitch all week and was getting what she deserved.

God's holy oil seeped along the cocks and the pussies around them. Everywhere it touched a female it burned with a holy, purifying fire. The preacher explained that this pain was what sinful sluts needed to experience to become closer to god and remove the stain of their sins. He reads from their diaries of sins, but also points out certain women who have lied to the cock god. They have attempted to hide their sins, but the cock god knows all. Crystal clear footage of their misdeeds plays on screens throughout the church. These unfortunates are dragged to the altars at the front of the church by the acolytes in red dresses. Dildos covered with holy oil are inserted in every orifice, chains and cuffs spread eagle them for all to view, and sensitive body parts get smacked and punished.

It is a cliche that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So, if the preachers had told the women experiencing these punishments that God's holy oil was in fact a solution filled with a horde of nanobots designed to seek out and activate the pain receptors of any cells with XX chromosomal alignment and that the pistoning on dildos and percussive force of corporal punishments agitated the nanobots and allowed them to move more quickly to cover a larger area to punish, their nonexistent education would render that complex statement utterly meaningless. It was simpler just to tell them that this was the just punishment for their sins from a wrathful male god.

But Lily wasn't quite having the same experience as the others in her pew. She felt the pain just as much as the others, for certain. But listening to pained gasps, moans, and screams along with misogynist rhetoric, seeing nasty, disgusting bitches get what they deserved activated the well-conditioned pleasure center in her brain. It was her disgusting secret that the fiery agony in her pussy coexisted with the best orgasms of her life, and she was never sure whether her screams were more due to pain or pleasure.

A few satisfying hours later, master delivered the news to his bitches- this would be their last day together. The harem was being broken up and assigned new owners. For Lily, it was the best possible news. Her joy in punishing delinquents had been noticed, and she was assigned to serve as one of the acolytes in red dresses. Every week she would assist in saving souls in the most painful way imaginable.

Over the next few weeks, Lily would take on all of the menial tasks of an acolyte and preparation for services, as well as serving in the priest's harem. But one day, the priest led her deep into the basement of the church.

"It is time for your test. We know that you are dedicated, but the cock god has communicated his desire to test your understanding of the deep depravities of the female. You will be shown images and videos of women. Some are not doing anything wrong. Some the cock god has determined to be sinners. You must identify the commandments they have violated."

It was a desk of video screens. When she wanted to identify a sin, she touched the screen and said the sins. The next day, she watched the same sinners be punished. Some were easy- lesbianism without male supervision, excessively modest clothing, even a few who dared to attack a man. Some she had to think about, but she usually erred on the side of punishment. She had been raised well and internalized the inherent debauchery of the female mind.

As she worked, she thought about what would happen to these cunts. Of course, the church's holy oil would cleanse their sins, but what else? Her fantasies ran wild- this one would get smacked on the cunt, and then aggressively fucked up the ass while getting her hair pulled and her tits bouncing with nipple clamps. The next one would have a rope pulled up tightly into her pussy lips and be forced to suck a dick while getting caned. This one in the short red dress who was rubbing her clit would-

Wait.

It was a short red dress that looked exactly like hers. Sitting on a chair that looked exactly like the one she was on. God's eyes slowly panned up and she saw her own face.

What was she to do? She'd never done anything like that. It was a total loss of control. In her previous harems when she got horny she just reported another bitch for something petty and got off as a reward, but in a church full of dedicated acolytes where she was the new slut at the bottom of the hierarchy she hadn't been able to do that, and her sexual tension had risen to unsustainable levels.

She thought carefully. She had never heard of an acolyte being punished. Yes, they rotated in and out of the church, but the acolytes were the most dedicated female protectors of the misogynist order. In fact, thinking about it, the priest hadn't even made them write sin diaries in the weeks she'd been there. She remembered the priest saying that they, as acolytes, had a special connection to the cock god, and were advanced beyond normal females, and therefore did not need to write their sins as the cock god would know and communicate directly with them.

So she decided to use her connection. That night, lying in bed with a snoring priest on top of her after a vigorous ritual, she silently prayed to the cock god for answers. Acolytes did not use the holy oil as they needed to have full coordination of movement to control sinners, so how could she be purified?

No answer came.

The next day was the same. Hours before the video screens identifying sins. Hours imagining the punishments they would experience. Hours catching her fingers on forbidden areas. And then, finally, she broke. A full-fledged, tremendous orgasm. She bit her lip until it bled and covered her mouth with her other hand to make sure no one heard.

The priest did not say or do anything unusual. He fucked her vigorously that night, but then he often did. She prayed silently again.

No answer came.

Slowly, gradually, she began to think the unthinkable. What if it were not true? What if the cock god was not omnipotent and all seeing? Was the holy oil truly holy? Was it actually necessary for women to experience the rite of excruciation for the forgiveness of sins? She knew that under traditional theology simply thinking these thoughts was itself sinful, and when it appeared that no punishment was forthcoming it further undermined the belief system.

Her sins increased in frequency and severity. She was orgasming on a daily basis. Her faith completely disappeared. There was no cock god.

She was assigned to work as the priest's maid one evening. He was out of the church for a few days at a regional conference. Her uniform was a sexy maid outfit- high heels, stockings, short dress, same as for the past few centuries. She opened his closet to dust it, and the clothes struck her. Masculine clothes allowed for freedom of movement, but also concealment of the body. It was winter, and the sun was down early. If she put on his darkest clothes, the bulk of them would hide her curves. She knew the areas outside of the church that had no light.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, but eventually her decision was made. She put on the priest's clothes. She put on three layers of his thick winter socks, and then his shoes barely fit. She snuck downstairs. The clock showed it was after female curfew, so all the acolytes would be locked in their rooms. She went into the basement to go out the back entrance.

The failure of the lights was total and sudden. She tried to keep walking towards the door, but her steps became slower and more uncoordinated. She slowly put her hands down and braced her descent to the floor. Her limbs started moving on their own, and she heard a voice. She had never heard it before, but she instantly recognized it.

You did not believe in me. You have betrayed my trust. Feel my wrath for eternity.

Her whole body erupted in pain, as if the holy oil had been poured everywhere. She felt the cock god thrust into all of her orifices. There was no keeping him out. He went in deeper than any man ever had before. She desperately remembered all the punishments she had watched and participated in, trying to arouse herself to experience pleasure as she had every Sunday in church, but it was not there. She wriggled and moaned and tried to find different angles, but the pain was constant.

"As we know, for a few generations we've had nanobots that are capable of identifying and stimulating the pain receptors in the female nervous system. Applying the nanobots to an erogenous zone creates a highly beneficial disciplinary experience, and suspending it in an oil solution allows for men to have an enjoyable sexual experience while applying it. We thought that would be a sufficient punishment for any woman. Additionally, it was recommended to apply corporal punishment and constant deep fucking to move any inactive nanobots to new areas so they could more easily find pain receptors to activate. The level of sensation is equivalent to an orgasm, but the nanobots cause pain instead of pleasure."

"What we didn't realize was that there were women who were capable of experiencing orgasmic pleasure at the same time as they are having these incredible pains. This rendered the nanobots considerably less effective in these cases. We've now rolled out a new solution. The new version contains nanobots who bind to the pleasure receptors and prevent them from sending signals. This ensures that the disciplinary purposes of the nanobots are being realized, as you can see in this subject."

Lily is writhing on the other side of the glass. Her limbs are bound, and her orifices are deeply penetrated and pounded by vibrating dildos. Her entire body is dripping in an oily sheen.

"We're also beta testing another advance. That's a sealed chamber, and we've released gas into activates the fear centers of her brain. It puts her into her worst nightmare. When the computer says she's at her limit, we turn everything off. We've kept her sedated when she's not in the nightmare. The priest says he thinks she needs to get closer to god before we let her back into society."