I rejected the role!

I nearly collapsed, my worst fears confirmed. I had to get out of here now and find help! My mind raced looking for a way to escape but to no avail. Reverend Tolman was so much larger and stronger than me, and he stood in front of the only exit. He'd be on top of me before I could take a single step. I would need to act cowed and submissive and wait for an opportunity.

I lowered my eyes to the floor. "Please, I don't want to do this," I begged.

"You don't have a choice," he said. "Come on, let's get you to your new home." He grabbed my arm roughly and headed for the door.

As he pushed the door out and shoved me ahead of him, I saw my chance. Hooking my ankle around the open door, I slammed it back into his face. He let go of my arm and fell with a grunt. I sprinted as fast as I could through the sanctuary, foyer, and front entrance. There was not a soul in sight. I couldn't see any cars in the parking lot, not even my parents' SUV. Had they left without me?! In a blind panic now, I continued running towards the public street, not daring to look behind me to check whether anyone was giving chase. Bits of loose asphalt bruised the bottoms of my bare feet. My breasts swung uncomfortably in time with my long strides. Part of my crown of red hair had come undone, the end of my braid and a few loose strands streaming behind me. I must have looked like a madwoman.

Passing cars honked at me as I ran along the sidewalk. I wanted to cover my boobs and slit with my hands, but stopped myself for fear of breaking my pace. Then I saw a wonderful sight near the end of the block--a police car waiting at a stop sign.

"Hey!" I screamed, waving my arms and rushing at the vehicle. The two officers inside--a man and a woman--saw me and immediately exited the car, hands poised near their guns, eyes looking in every direction for trouble.

"Thank God!" I panted as I reached them, struggling to take a breath. "You've got to help me. I was assaulted."

"Where?" asked the policeman.

"Rock of Ages Fellowship. The church down the road. They tore off my clothes and were going to...to..."

"It's okay. It's okay," said the policewoman, comforting me. "You're with us now. We can take you down to the station and get this sorted out."

"Alright. That would be great," I said. She unlocked one of the rear doors of the police car and gestured me inside. Aware once again of my complete nudity, I blushed and shyly crossed my arms over my boobs. "Uh, could I have something to wear? Even a blanket?"

"Sorry, but no," said the policeman. "It's policy. We'll see if we can get you something at the station."

That didn't seem quite right, but I wasn't going to argue. I slipped into the backseat and spent the entire trip hunched over, trying to shield my private areas from view. When we arrived, the policewoman helped me out of the car and took a firm grip on my upper arm, leading me up the steps towards the station's front entrance. I resisted.

"I can't go in there like this!" I said.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "It'll only be for a moment. I'm sure we'll get this all cleared up shortly, and you can be on your way."

Seeing no alternative, I let her guide me through the front doors. A dozen people in civilian clothes were seated in a waiting area just to the left. I could feel their eyes violating me, feasting on my bare nipples and pubic mound and perky tush, all of it. We passed down a short hallway and through another set of doors into a large open area of cubicles, buzzing with activity, yet more staring eyes to complete my utter humiliation. By now, my blush had extended to my entire body. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping this was all a bad dream.

The policewoman took me into an interrogation room and sat me down in a chair. "We'll be back for you soon," she said as she left, locking the door behind her. I stared around, befuddled. It felt like I was being treated more like a prisoner than the victim of a crime! Figures passed by in the hallway outside, sometimes glancing through the observation window to admire my naked form. I sat up straight in the chair, hands in my lap, trying to maintain some dignity.

Half an hour later, another policeman entered the room. I sprang from the chair in shock as he was followed by Reverend Tolman, sporting a fresh bruise just below his right eye.

"Is this her?" asked the policeman.

"Yes," replied the pastor. "If it's alright, I'd like to take her back now."

"No!" I gasp. "He's the one who assaulted me! Don't let him take me!"

"I don't like it," grumbled the policeman. "But with the President's executive order, these sorts of contracts are now legally binding. Mr. Tolman, you may retrieve your property."

"What the fuck! I'm a U.S. citizen! How can this be legal?!"

Reverend Tolman turned to the policeman. "Do you have some restraints I could borrow? I'd like to avoid a repeat incident."

Minutes later, the pastor led me out of the police station by a leash secured to my neck. I was gagged with a dark hood over my head and my hands cuffed behind my back. When we reached his car, he shoved me into the trunk. After a short drive, he pulled me back out and brought me inside a building, presumably the church. We walked in silence for a while, carefully navigating down a flight of stairs at one point. When he finally pulled off the hood and gag, I saw that I was in a small windowless room with cinderblock walls and a threadbare carpet.

"I told you no one was going to help you," Reverend Tolman said, smiling down at me. "Now you must face punishment for your disobedience."

The next half hour was hellish as the reverend laid me over his knee and went to town on my upturned ass with his hand, turning both cheeks bright red. I screamed and pleaded for mercy, but he was relentless. When he finished and left me alone to recuperate, I made sure to lay gingerly on my side. I knew I wouldn't be sitting for at least a week.

An indeterminate amount of time later, he returned and led me up to the sanctuary. "I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight," he warned. "Otherwise, expect more punishment." Thoroughly broken, I could only sniffle and nod.

With the help of a couple of other men, the pastor bent me over an altar at the front of the sanctuary and tied down my arms and legs, spreading me open. Fortunately, the top of the altar was padded and its edges rounded so that no sharp points dug into my boobs or hips. My head faced the steps leading up to the pulpit while my lewdly-displayed backside pointed directly at the central aisle and pews.

I couldn't see them, but I could hear as the congregants shuffled in slowly, speaking quietly to each other. The murmuring fell away when Reverend Tolman stood up to begin the service. There were no hymns or organ music. The only light illuminating the room came flooding in through the stained glass windows to the west. Everything felt eerie, like some dark ritual were taking place. The pastor 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 more movement.

The first voice behind me spoke. I recognized Peter. "I confess to lust. I met this pretty girl. Smart and funny and nice. She...She would have led me down the path to hell. I'm sure of it." His young cock pushed through my nether lips and into my womanhood. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. He must have already been very excited because he only lasted a dozen strokes before shooting his load. A few moments after he stepped away--his shrinking cock slipping out of my pussy--I heard a swishing sound, and a cane thwacked against my already-tormented rear cheeks. I screamed in pain as I realized "ample application of the rod" was going to be more than just metaphorical.

The next voice spoke, a woman's. "I confess to gossip and slander. I put down the good name of a fellow believer." No fucking this time, but she laid into my red bottom with another cane stroke. I began to blubber, lines of snot dangling from my nose.

The voices continued unrelentingly. "I confess to pride..." "...to lust..." "...to vanity..." "...to envy..." "...to pride and jealousy..." The men fucked me and beat me, while the women just stuck to the cane. Soon my pussy was a soggy mess, my ass purple with welts, and rivulets of semen ran down my inner thighs.

"I confess to lust and greed." Through the haze of my suffering, I recognized the voice of my dad! "I had a hot daughter, total smokeshow. I wanted to use that rocking body so badly, but I knew I had to hide my true feelings. When the opportunity came to sell her off as a free use whore, I didn't hesitate. The money was too good."

I was still try to process all of that when I felt something big nudging my slick pussy. No, no, surely not. The enormous cock slid in easily, lubricated by all the previous deposits. I hissed as two hands came down to grip my tortured cheeks and the cock began thrusting in and out of my cove quickly, really pounding me into the altar.

"Daddy?" I whimpered softly. Instantly, the cock twitched and poured a load of sticky cum deep inside me. The hands caressed my butt--almost tenderly--before the cock withdrew and I received another stroke of the cane.

The next voice was my mom's. "I...I confess to greed, too. And jealousy. I sold my only daughter into sexual slavery for the great riches it would bring." Another stroke landed on my hindquarters. I sobbed again, and not only from the pain and humiliation.

The confessions and fucking and punishment continued, all blurring together in my mind. I contemplated what the future--once seemingly so bright--might hold for me. Wasn't the scapegoat of the original story driven into the desert? Perhaps, similarly, they would release me when all this was over? I couldn't return to my parents, but maybe I could make my own way...somehow. The moment that small ember of hope rose up, I quashed it. As the last of the penitents gave their confession, as Reverend Tolman presented his closing remarks, as he untied me from the altar and led me back to that small basement room, I could feel the truth deep in my soul: This was my new reality, my new future, now and forever, amen.