Bon appétit

Father pulled Chastity’s bare little ass down onto his lap. The dig of his belt buckle… and a swelling further below… made for an awkward and uncomfortable seat. That press of the fabric of his pants against the teen’s unprotected intimacies really reiterating the double standards here. The priest wrapped an arm around her slim waist in securance, making no hesitation in sliding his hand up to grip one of her breasts. Chastity felt the rough texture of his palm scrape against her nipple: a traitor that seemed to jump up immediately to a sensitised point. Once again, to be touched in such a way was an entirely new experience for her… though he did it so casually and without ceremony. She caught the man’s eyes wandering over the various flaking stains upon her skin, grinning with unkempt approval. There was little she could do but accept the perusal, trying to take stock of her surroundings.

“Oh, look at you two... so comfortable together already!” Her mother exclaimed. Clearly unable to read the actuality written across her daughter’s face at all. “We’ll be closer than a real family in no time!”

Chastity already felt a lot closer to many of the men here than she had_ ever _felt at home… but was not entirely sure that was a good thing. The various brothers present were still wearing their masks, even while eating; the things having clearly been designed to allow this. There were definitely less of them here now than had been present last night. The teen wondered where else they all went among the crowded buildings of the commune. Most were too focused on their meal to pay her any attention, but two were harassing her mother as she cooked. Reaching around to squeeze the older woman's breasts under her apron, or rubbing their inevitably unzipped penises against her bared ass-cheeks. She ignored their advances completely, only occasionally asking them politely to pass something out of reach or move aside as she shifted a hot pan.

After a minute or two, Chastity's mother finished the plate she was working on: a couple of poached eggs on toast for her only daughter. The teen eyed its approach eagerly, suddenly realising how hungry she was. The delivery was waylaid, however, by a gesture from Father:

"Hold on a second, dearest… I think Brother Matthews has some seasoning he'd like to add…"

Chastity was rather surprised to hear Father distinguish one Brother from another despite those ridiculous masks… yet was already dreading what was about to be done to her much-needed meal. Sure enough… her parent diligently lowered the plate down for one of the gentlemen who had been groping at her to hover his twitching phallus over. It took a couple of seconds of pumping through a lumpy-knuckled fist before he managed to dollop several heavy doses of semen all over the steaming eggs. The intended diner blanched a little nauseously at the sight… but caught her mother licking her lips greedily from above. As if she was now loathe to be handing such culinary delights away.

"Just what a growing girl needs…" She advised, in the voice of a parent but with words that were almost certainly Father's. Chastity stared down at the _delicacy _set before her… and could see no way to escape it...