And girl who learns quickly*

"Well now…" The leader of his own church said, still sliding a sliver of himself in and out of his latest devotee. "With breakfast done, I think it's time we had a wash. Don't you, ladies?"

Both Chastity and her mother were a little too wrapped up in the aftermath of their respective orgasms to reply… but Father didn't exactly wait to see if they would. He scooped the lolling puddle of a naked teenager up off his own knee, using her peachy little ass and sopping-wet pussy as suitable handholds. The man admired frowningly the ridiculously large dark patch in the fabric of his pant's leg. How had such a small thing produced so much liquid, so quickly. Surely the girl had at least masturbated before?

A glance at the dazed state she was still in told him all he needed to know… Raised in complete isolation by a mother who had probably fully convinced her it would send her blind, or make all her hair fall out. The poor creature must have eighteen full years of pent up frustration just raring to be unleashed. Well… he would certainly be helping with that.

Meanwhile the mother herself was lying face down in a puddle of her own drool on the dining table. Another donation of Brother Sal's thick semen leaking out from between her thighs. She, too, had been clearly in need of release when she first came to him. He remembered fondly the prideful and strutting woman oh so eager to judge the sins of everyone else around her. Turning that slam-shuttered view of the world around to his own ends had been all too easy. Rarely did the incredibly stubborn realise how open that character flaw left them to being manipulated. The Lord above had blessed him graciously with all the tools needed to turn such would-be wolves into perfect sheep.

"To each is given His purpose…" He murmured to himself, giving each of the women a sharp slap across the ass to wake them back up.

Chastity again found herself following her mother’s naked form through yet more whitewashed corridors and out across the courtyard. The slap of their bare feet upon the cold stone the only sound that carried with them, until a squabble of unruly chickens had to be navigated between, clucking indignantly. Ahead walked the tall, thin preacher in his all-black clothing, leading them much like a rooster to hens. The girl still had butterflies bouncing around her belly from what he had done to her… Just what had that been?! Never had she felt her own mind and body be so overcome with pure sensation. Was that the touch of God?! By the strength of the effect it had had on her, she couldn’t imagine it had been anything else… All along she had been doubting her mother’s devotion to this man, sinfully imagining he was just another self-serving fraud that the older woman had been taken in by. But, never in her life had she heard of anything like that happening to a girl… outside of the holy bible’s descriptions of the touch of angels. None of mother’s teachings… nor any other book she’d been allowed to read came close to explaining it. It had been a wave of such warmth and release and pleasure. All the things that were surely the realms of Him. Was that the expulsion of sins that Father had been talking about? If so, she was already considering she would be happy to give it another go… despite the awkwardness which had led up to it.

As for her mother, Chastity could still see some of the seed that the various Brothers had deposited in her, dribbling down the back of her long legs. It struck the girl that she was really rather beautiful, bared completely in the sunshine and freed at last from the scowl which had stained that face near permanently for so many years. She wondered if it was something to do with those donations, and the priest’s magic touch, which had finally broken through that stony exterior. Perhaps in helping release these other men’s sins, some part of the woman in question was liberated as well? Chastity was still confused by this new expansion of her religious insights as a whole, and why she hadn’t been told of any of it up until now… but she was beginning to piece together the logic in it, bit by bit. The teen had never been anything if not a diligent student, and this sudden change to new, practical experiences; rather than just more dry, dragging reading and theory… was invigorating, if daunting. She determined to herself that she was going to try her hardest from now on: to learn the lessons that Father was teaching, without fear or complaint. Just because something was new and different, did not mean it was wrong.