I embraced the role!

And there it was! All this nonsense was simply an excuse for a bunch of perverted men to fuck my supple young body! That said, I couldn't deny my pussy felt all tingly when I considered the possibilities. Perhaps I could find ways to disrupt this whole affair, even turn the tables. Wouldn't it be the funniest thing to out-perv the pervs?

Cocking my hip and striking a flirty pose, I smiled predatorially at the pastor. "So you want me to be a receptacle for your 'sin', huh? If you wanted to fuck me silly, you could have just asked. I've always had a thing for men of the cloth."

"What?" Reverend Tolman was flabbergasted. This was clearly not the response he'd been expecting.

"Why wait until tonight for your silly service?" I said, bending over and spreading my cheeks to show him my virgin butthole and glistening pussy. "If you want, you could fill me with your 'sin' now."

"You...wanton Jezebel!" He grabbed my arm roughly and manhandled me out the door into the sanctuary, now completely empty. "I'm taking you to your new home. You'll stay there until the service. And when the time comes, you'd better behave!"

I pouted. "How could I possibly behave when I'm being pounded by all the thick juicy cocks of your congregation?"

"Gah!" Reverend Tolman made a sound of disgust, but wisely chose not to engage with me further. We went down a flight of steps into a basement corridor, eventually reaching a small windowless room. Peter waited for us there.

"You deal with her!" his dad growled. "I can't handle this right now. You'll find me just outside." He left the room, shutting the sturdy door behind him.

Peter looked at me with shy embarrassment. "This is your new home. Here's where you'll sleep..." He gestured at a sleeping bag laid out on a thin mattress, then at a plastic bucket with a cover. "And that's for...doing your business. Food and water will be provided on a schedule." He paused. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know--"

"When are you going to deal with me?" I interrupted softly.

"Er...What?"

"You know, what your dad said. When are we going to fuck?" I sauntered over to him and brushed my hand over his crotch. "A stud like you, I'd be happy to take you in any of my holes. I'll let you choose." I winked.

"That...That would be sinful!" he stammered.

"But why? You're going to fuck me tonight, aren't you? What's the difference? Come on, I'm gagging for your delicious cock." I dropped to my knees submissively.

Peter scrambled to the door. Before leaving, he looked back at me. "I thought you were..." he started, then shook his head. "Never mind." I could see the deep hurt in his eyes. Good. Fucking hypocrite.

Left alone in the bare room--with its cinderblock walls and threadbare carpet--I couldn't see any further opportunities for mischief. I curled up in the sleeping bag to rest. I must have dozed off because only moments later Reverend Tolman was shaking my shoulder. I yawned and stretched, thrusting my tits out provocatively. He pulled me to my feet and hauled me up to the sanctuary. It was early evening, the only light streaming in through the stained glass windows to the west, painting everything in a strange kaleidoscope of colors.

A couple of men bent me over an altar and tied down my arms and legs, leaving me spread open. The altar sat in the center of the sanctuary at the front. My head faced the steps going up to the pulpit while my ass pointed towards the center aisle and the pews on either side. Fortunately, the top and sides of the altar were padded so I was quite comfortable, nothing pointy digging into my boobs or hips. I heard people shuffling in behind me, a few at a time. Tied as I was, I couldn't move much, but I could at least twerk my ass cheeks. My efforts were rewarded with some chuckles and scandalized gasps.

Soon enough, Reverend Tolman stood to begin the service. He quickly summarized his morning sermon before proclaiming a call to action. "Let those who are penitent join the line. When it's your turn, confess your sin! Confess, and place your sin upon the scapegoat!" I heard movement behind me as people lined up in the center aisle.

The first up was Peter. "I confess to lust," he said. "A common whore tried to tempt me with her lewd body. She seemed nice at first, but appearances were deceiving." I gasped in joy as he shoved his rock-hard cock into my pussy, filling me up nicely. Latching onto my hips with his fingers, he seesawed in and out vigorously, sending waves of pleasure through my core and pushing me towards my release. Unfortunately, he must have already been really excited. After only a dozen strokes, he shot his load.

"Wow," I groaned quietly so that only he could hear. "That was pitiful." He removed his cock. Moments later, I jumped as the edge of a cane whistled through the air and landed squarely on my ass. It seemed that "ample application of the rod" was going to have a double meaning during this service.

The next penitent was a woman. "I confess to vanity and envy," she said. "I envy the tight bodies of young girls like this ginger slut here and mourn for my lost youth when I resembled her."

Obviously, I couldn't see what the woman actually looked like, but that wasn't going to stop me. "A shriveled-up old biddy like you?" I cackled. "There's no way you ever had a gorgeous fuckable body like this!" I yelped as the cane laid into my ass again. I couldn't believe a woman could manage a stroke as hard as that.

More people stepped forward to confess their sins--pride, jealousy, wrath, lust--quite a bit of lust actually. The men both fucked and beat me, while the woman just stuck to whacking the cane against my quivering cheeks. The alternation of pain and pleasure pushed me to ever greater heights until at last I came with a full-body mind-shattering climax. Resting my face against the altar, I reveled in the aftershocks, my pussy clutching at empty air. I was a mess, my rear globes crisscrossed with purple welts, cum and the evidence of my arousal dripping down my legs and soaking into the carpet. I didn't envy the church janitor who would have to clean that up.

"Please," I begged. "My pussy's too full of your sin. It can't take any more. But I have another hole. My ass. Stick it in my ass!" To my delight, the next man obliged me. He patiently pushed against my sphincter until at last the head of his cock popped through the ring of muscle and into my rectum.

"Oh my God!" I screamed. "I can't believe you're ravaging my tight virgin asshole with that monster! Oh God, it burns so good!"

"Shut her up!" hissed Reverend Tolman.

A cloth gag was tied around my head, running between my lips. I could no longer speak, but it didn't prevent me from moaning loudly, expressing my appreciation for the cock plumbing newfound depths in my bowels. At last the man came deep inside me and withdrew, giving me another smack with the cane for good measure.

"I confess to lust and greed." In my haze of pleasure I was almost unsurprised to hear my dad's voice. "I had a hot daughter I wanted to bang so badly, but I knew I had to keep my perverted desires a secret. Then an opportunity came to sell her off as a free use whore, and I didn't hesitate. The money was just too good."

I tensed as another cock brushed against my pussy lips and thrust inside. Was my own dad fucking me? This was just so wicked! Almost instantly I came again, howling into my gag. Hands grabbed hold of my abused cheeks and spread them as the pounding intensified. When the cock finally spent its load and dropped out of my pussy, the hands remained a moment, giving my butt a loving caress.

My mom was next. "I confess to greed, jealousy, and wrath. I sold my only daughter into sexual slavery for the great riches it would bring. And I was glad to see her go, the little strumpet!" She delivered yet another stroke with the cane against my aching cheeks.

More penitents came forward to fuck and beat me, bringing me ever closer to my third climax of the evening. Even muffled by the gag, my cries of ecstasy reverberated throughout the sanctuary. After I responded lustily to one particularly solid smack of the cane, Reverend Tolman snapped.

"That's it!" he thundered and jumped down from the pulpit to wrap his hands around my delicate neck, closing off my windpipe. I gasped soundlessly a couple of times before my eyes fluttered to the back of my head, and I experienced the greatest orgasm I'd ever had in my young life. Fluids gushed from my pussy, squirting all over the floor. Now that poor janitor really had his work cut out for him.

Reverend Tolman maintained a firm grip, and my vision faded. It looked like he meant to throttle me to full unconsciousness. I didn't know whether I would ever wake again, or where I’d be if I did, but no matter what the future held I knew this had been a hell of an evening. I floated off to dreamland on a wave of pure satisfaction.