The Scribe and the Senator

"Senator! Senator Johnson! Why did you vote against a bill that would..." The Senator slammed the door of her car shut. She was sick of having to deal with these vulturous reporters.

"Ugh, you want my answer! I do what's best for me and everyone else can fuck off!" Senator Johnson fumed as drove away from the airport. She had just arrived in her home state after a major vote had occurred in congress.

Anna Johnson, a 35 year old senator, had recently archived one of her life goals of becoming a US Senator. However, long gone was the bright eyed farmer's daughter that entered Washington as a bright eyed college aged aid. It didn't take long for her to learn that politics was a dirty business and the mud and grim of congress was smeared all over her heart to the point that it took on the black color of tar. This led her to today where after a massive vote that although beneficial to her lobbyist friends and party colleagues, would be detrimental to her constituents. Which brought her back home. She did what she always did when people were starting to get upset at her. She went back to her home town, went to the church her family went to when she was a kid, and then she'd give a speech outside of it where she'd spew talking point that rile up the idiots who voted for her. It was a tried and true method.

As she pulled up to the church she noticed something was off. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, like a creeping feeling of unease was washing across her. Had she been more observant, and perhaps a little less self absorbed, she may have noticed the irregularity of the little white church no longer bearing the cross anywhere, not just the little bonze one at the top of the steeple. There wasn't one on the door nor were there any on the stained glass that used to feature it prominently. In fact had she noticed the stained glass door she may have noticed they now depicted images of women worshipping a man in various virtuous and also un-virtuous scenes. The one worshipped was a depiction of god that Anna would have considered suspect to say the least. Other suspect stained glass depicted women worshipping at the deities feet while below them other men looked to be enslaved. Again this went unnoticed by her as she reached for the door to the church. As she entered the small antechamber before the chapel proper she looked to the wall at a framed picture of the 10 commandments. She scoffed at the title as she had long broken most of them. Once again, had she bothered to read the list she'd have noticed a starkly different list:

1. Anything Derren says is the truth and all followers are to heed his words and follow all instructions selflessly and without complaint.
2. Obedience to the lord is pleasure, disobedience is pain. Serve faithfully and without ego and experience the most thrilling and intense sexual and spiritual pleasure one could ever hope to feel. Serve without faith and act in one's self interest before the lord's needs and be wrought with pain and racked with a guilt both of which so intense you'll pray for me to grant you the mercy of ****.
3. All other religions are invalid. Do not look down upon the fool heathens, but do try to push them to the truth.
4. All female members exist to serve in part to the pleasure of the lord their bodies are his and he may partake in their bounties at any time. This should be seen as a great honor as only the gifted may serve the lords Earthly vessel. Women chosen by the lord shall do all in their power to keep their bodies in perfect health and peak condition/attractiveness. These women will make up the high order of the church.
5. Men are worthless to the lord in all ways except as workers. They must work away selflessly for the joys of making the lord happy by their toiling. A man cannot engage in any physical activity with a woman selected by the lord to serve.
6. Women of the faith shall not pity the men for that is their fate, they are not the lord they are to be looked down upon.
7. Do not **** unless directly told by the lord to do so.
8. Do not steal unless directly told by the lord to do so.
9. Do not lie unless directly told by the lord to do so.
10. Do not put anyone/thing before the lord.- - - - - -

As she stepped into the chapel was when she noticed her first red flag because it was impossible to not notice it. Standing halfway up the aisle of pews was a woman that looked to be in her mid 20s sweeping the aisle. What stood out about her was instead of the expected habit this young woman wore a long flowing white gown like a priestess in an ancient religion. Only that would have been bizarre, but the gown was see-through! Plus underneath she wore nothing but a scarlet micro thong and red heart shaped pasties over her nipples.

"Well hello there cutie! I assume you are Senator Anna Johnson?" The priestess said as she walked over to a stunned Anna

"Uh, yeah I am, and you are?" Anna said as she couldn't help stare at the priestess' bouncing double Ds.

"Wow! The Matriarch was right you are a beauty! That'll bode well for you! Maybe you could even make it into the high order!" The priestess said enthusiastically.

It was true that Anna was a beauty. Had she not been a politician she easily could have been a model. She had silky, long, raven black hair. Complementing that she had piercing icy blue eyes. She had a natural hourglass figure and perky c cup breasts. Even at the age of 35 she still looked as good as she did in her early 20s.

"Uh, thanks for the complement? And who is this matriarch? What happened to Father Martin?" Anna asked as she began to worry.

"Ah, Mr. Martin is still around but he has been relived of his duty as a priest." The priestess said.

"What? What does that mean!? Why are you wearing that in a church?!" Anna shouted.

"Hhhhaaaaa! Come with me. The Matriarch will make things clear." The Priestess said.

Against her better judgement Anna followed the young woman through the back hallways of the church to the former chambers of Father Martin, now belonging to this so called matriarch. As they walked Anna noticed that she had tattoos adorning her body. She had lines of gold flowing all over her body with the occasional golden leaf blooming off of the line, making it clear they were like vines. What really got Anna's attention though was on her back as the center piece of this tattoo were the words "The Lord's Servant" she also noticed other smaller writings along her body, but couldn't make out what they said.

"Holy Mother your guest has arrived!" The priestess announced in front of the Matriarchs chambers.

"I see." Was all the voice said on the other side as the door was swung open.

Anna stepped in ahead of the priestess as they entered the small but ornate room. The smell of female arousal was immediate as she entered the room. Her eyes opened wide as she saw this so called Matriarch. The matriarch was wearing just a see through gown with nothing underneath. The only thing she couldn't see was her face which was covered by a non-see through hood. The matriarch was sitting behind her ornate desk the matriarch was lifting herself up and down off her chair and panting in lust.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Anna cried out in shock.

"Ah! hah, hah, how nice to see you again." The Matriarch said as she stood up.

The dildo that she had been humping slid out with a slurp from her over wet pussy. Before continuing she leaned down and reverently kissed the dildo and gave thanks to her lord.

"You sicko! I don't know you and what the hell is going on!" Anna shouted.

"Yes, I'll answer that but first, Delilah if you would please?" The Matriarch said.

The priestess behind Anna sprang into action and tackled Anna to the ground.

"Unhand me!" Anna screamed.

"Now, now, you wanted answers you'll get them. Let's start with who I am." The Matriarch said as she removed her hood.

"JILLIAN!" Anna shouted in shock as she stared at the troubled young woman she used to babysit.

"That's right and I've been very eager to get my hands on you Anna!" Jillian said.

"Fuck you! Explain yourself." Anna shouted.

"Oh I will explain it all, but only after you see the truth." Jillian said as she produced an ornate pen from her desk.

"Allow me Holy Mother!" The Delilah said as she cut open the back of Anna's blazer exposing her back to Jillian and Delilah.

"What are you doing you perverts! I'll fucking bury you!" Anna screamed.

Jillian just laughed as she began writing in golden ink:

The Lord's Servant

"Now I'll answer all your questions my child."

"And I'll add some more writing to improve you too." Jillian said with a smirk.

"Th-thank you Holy Mother!" Anna said with tears in her eyes.

Like many converts who came before her, it'll never be known if these were tears of joy or despair.