Slow Progress

Mara and Kalla squirm as Brekiya takes her position in from of them. Their undergarments pulled down around their ankles. Their white socks peeking out over work shoes, their pussies clenching with anticipation, with anxiety.

Brekiya drops to her knees, her breathing shallow and unsure.

"Ten should do it." You offer helpfully.

She practically jumps at your voice, but ultimately nods. Spanking an ass is nothing around here, but these virgins never thought they'd be touching each other's sexes. Well maybe a few of them had, or at least fantasized about it. Not Brekiya it seems. She takes a moment to gather herself, and then raised her hand to deliver a quick smack to Mara's pussy.

"Yap!" Chunky mara yelped and squeezed her legs together in distress.

Rather than make her open her legs, Brekia slapped Kalla's pussy next.

"Ah!" She winces and squeezes her own legs together.

"Open them." You say with a commanding voice. "Accept your punishment." You look over to The Sister Superior as the sound of slapping pussy fills her office. She's not so subtlety stroking her dick under her desk as she watched. After she just came? Not bad.

You sigh, missing your erections. Brilla's curse was still on you. You couldn't get hard no matter how much pleasure you took in corruptioning her ignorant worshipers.

Oh well.

Soon her hold of this temple would break, and her minions would be yours. "We need to talk about your next sermon. I think it's time we share your new knowledge with the temple."

A week passes at the acolytes are starting to show some skill in the art of dance. Not much, but at least the know how to gyrate and shake for their sister superior, as they tease her cock.

Kalla has gotten no better with her affliction, which is pleasing. Tied up and restrained she still blows her load with no stimulations but the air and her terrible thoughts as her young charges dance for her. All is going well.

Soon Kalla is standing behind a podium, before the entirety of the temple. Your protege has had a good while to learn the new tenants of her faith, and it’s time she presents them to all her sisters.

“Brilla the blessed and fertile mother has charged us with a great destiny. She wishes to explore new realms of her portfolio and wishes for us to be at the forefront of this exploration.”

There was excited chittering amongst the little sisters at this.

“Brilla seeks for us to seek fertility not only in our fields and vineyards, but in ourselves as well. We are the fertile lands she seeks for us to explore and tame.”

She goes on in this manner In a tame sort of way. She doesn’t say that women are there to be used and discarded by men, but simply makes the connection to fertility and reproduction. Exactly as you had coached her. You gotta take these things slow.

By the end of the speech Kalla has all the women in her charge nodding along, ignorant to the deeds you’ll soon have them committing, ignorant at the pulsing protuberance straining against Kalla’s holy vestments behind the podium.

“Which brings us to a change in our disciplinary actions. Spankings will no longer be administered to the backside of the perpetrator, but to her bare vagina.”

That brings a few delightful gasps to the crowd.

“We seek to bring increased attention to the bodies of our priestesses. Pain in our most fertile regions will remind us of the destruction our wrong actions bring to Brilla’s luscious garden. Sister Brekiya will begin administering these punishments immediately for all infractions.”

You tune out the rest of the sermon. It’s most filled with boring Brilla bile you mostly don’t understand. Plows and manure, and rain, and sun.