Zachery gets to meet Elly

Zachery was worried sick. Whatever this sick bastard in the devil mask was doing to his mother, it wasn’t going to be anything good. He could feel it in his gut. His heart was hammering so hard it felt like it might crack his ribs. He kept straining against whatever invisible **** kept him glued to the pew, but nothing worked. All he could do was watch helplessly as the man stood there with a wide grin behind that creepy purple mask.

The man began using his theatrical voice again, addressing the whole congregation while shaking the metal hoop dramatically with one hand. White smoke started pouring out from both the bottom and top of the cylindrical curtain surrounding Elena.

“Folks,” he announced loudly, voice booming through the church, “Mrs. whatever her name was here worked so hard to preach abstinence to all the lovely young folk in this church. And yet I ask you, why is abstinence even necessary to be preached in the first place?” He paused for effect, still shaking the hoop as more smoke billowed out. “I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, it is not because of the horny man. We all know who really keeps the keys to sex in a relationship.”

He leaned forward, voice dropping like he was sharing a dirty secret.

“Yes, you are understanding me correctly. It is a slutty woman…”

As the man rambled on with his monologue, Zachery felt a heavy pit forming in his stomach. He had a horrible feeling he knew exactly where this was going. His fists clenched uselessly on his thighs.

“…So you see,” the Purple Devil continued, “this woman’s true enemy isn’t some horny man who wants to fuck every hot woman he sees. Her true enemy is a slut who’ll open her legs for every young man who wants to have sex with her. And well, I’m sure she wants to beat that enemy. You know what they say, in order to beat your enemy, you must know your enemy. So folks… I give you, the new and improved… ELLY!”

With a dramatic flourish, the curtain retracted upward in one smooth motion.

Zachery was stunned beyond belief.

The woman standing where his mother had been could still be recognized as Elena Thompson, but only barely.

The wine-colored Sunday best was completely gone. In its place was a tight white crop top that barely covered anything. It showed off a huge amount of her underboob, the fabric stretched so thin and sheer that not only were her hard nipples clearly poking through, but you could even make out the darker color of her areolas. Below that, she wore nothing but a tiny white thong pulled up high on her wide hips, the thin string sinking deep into her pussy lips and making her thick ass look almost completely naked from behind. On her feet were tall stripper heels, shiny white platforms with sky-high spikes that made her thick thighs and ass look even more obscene. She never would have owned shoes like that in a million years.

But the most dramatic change was her hair. Her long, neatly kept chestnut hair was no longer in its perfect bun. It looked like someone had taken scissors and hacked at it carelessly until it was a messy, cheap-looking fringe that fell unevenly around her face. She stood there with a dumb, vacant look, sucking loudly on a bright red lollipop, cheeks hollowing with every suck.

The Purple Devil stepped closer and offered her the microphone again.

“Hello Elly,” he said sweetly, “just curious… what do you think of abstinence?”

Elena looked confused for a second, then pulled the lollipop out of her mouth with a wet pop. When she spoke, her voice sounded completely different, crass, low and slutty.

“Absti-what now?” she said, rolling her eyes. “Fuck man, I just want some dick in me? Too much to ask for a fat piece of ass like me?”

She turned slightly and spanked her own thick ass hard. The loud smack echoed through the church as her juicy cheeks jiggled heavily from the impact.

“Yeah, I guess a slut like you is only good for fucking, yes?” the Purple Devil asked smugly.

“Bingo, motherfucker,” Elly shot back with a dirty grin. “Now where’s my cock?”