Flesh to flesh

Just as a rumbling in the pit of her stomach, and the disappearing shadows in the room, told her that noon must be approaching… Chastity heard the door to her meditative chamber opening once more. The teen actually caught herself beginning to salivate a little, anticipating another mouthful of human meat and cream. It wasn’t as if she particularly relished the flavours involved or supposed there was much nutrition to it at all… But when one had had nothing else all morning, the stomach certainly seemed to appreciate even the illusion of a salty snack.

The figure that approached was feminine though, and in much the state of dishevelled undress that she was. Her mother looked tired, and the marks of many, many hands still showed all over her body. Hands that had grabbed and groped at her. Picked her up and tossed her around. Spanked her and stroked her gently. Since they had arrived at this place, there hardly seemed to have been a waking moment when her parent had not had at least one of their masked brethren embroiled in her physicality. While the bags under her eyes spoke of being woken up several times each night for similar treatment.

Chastity knew that it was entirely her mother's decision that either of them had ended up here. She recognised that her parent pushing her body to its very limits in service to the ideals of 'Father' seemed to be finally providing the fulfilment she had been searching for so long. Yet she also wondered if there had to be a limit to how much she could take. They were only two women among what seemed like a limitless stream of men. It was difficult to even tell whether the ‘brothers’ they served each day were the same as the day before, or a whole new set. Certainly their enthusiasm never seemed to wane, even as they released it upon the pair of them, day after day.

With an exhausted sigh, the older woman clambered up onto the altar where her naked daughter was tied and bound. Wordlessly, she positioned her thighs either side of Chastity’s ears and lowered herself down. The pair of them were quite used to this arrangement by now, the ‘cleansing’ duty that Father had dictated was so key to their parent-child relationship. As the 18 year old set to work lapping at her mother's sex, she mused that it really was the closest thing to a ‘bonding session’ they'd ever shared. In all those years of searching for a place of protection and spiritual direction for them both, Ma had really seemed distant… disconnected from her and the rest of the world. Now though, they slept side by side on the same dirty mattress; bare, sweating skin pressed together as one Brother or another came visiting.

Thus the connection between them seemed to be becoming strangely more deep and physical. There was something electrifying about hearing panting gasps and moans in the darkness and feeling her parent's body writhe in the throes of ecstasy night after night. At first it was all incredibly embarrassing of course… but as time went on, Chastity had begun to feel her own heart beating in her chest, rising in the same excitement as her mother's clearly was. It started bringing those same fluttering butterflies in her stomach that she felt when under the caress of Father’s fingers. A second-hand rush that made her want to wrap her arms around the older woman's shoulders and help her reach her climax from whichever stranger was thrusting away inside.

And here, in the quiet sun of a morning after… she got to taste the goopy rewards that had been deposited by such endeavours. Swallowing each salty mouthful as it oozed out of that hole she'd once been birthed through. Her parent even moved forward after a while, and let Chastity give similar treatment to the other entrance their fellow devotees made use of. Perhaps it would once have seemed inconceivable to both of them that the girl would put her tongue anywhere near the winking portal to her mother's rectum, but so much had changed so quickly in the last few weeks in this place that no one action seemed any more refusable than any other. This was all just the way of things now. Their path to the Light in honour and of Him. Such faith warmed them more than clothing ever had.