Yes, a lot of it

Zachery had never heard his mother curse in his entire life. This was insane. This wasn’t her. This was some cheap, brainless whore wearing his mom’s face.

“I know what you should do, Elly,” the hypnotist continued. “I had my good friend Jax here make sure that only members 18 and above could attend today’s service. So why don’t you go crazy here and help some of these young men and women experience their first fucks? They deserve it after being abstinent for so long, wouldn’t you agree?”

Elly shrugged, still sucking on her lollipop for a moment before pulling it out again.

“Look man, I don’t give a shit as long as I have dicks to stuff in me and puss to eat.”

The hypnotist laughed loudly and clapped his hands twice.

Something inside Zachery suddenly changed. He still hated what the man had done to his mother. He still felt sick seeing her like this. But at the same time, a dark, heavy compulsion settled in his chest. If she came to him… he knew he would fuck her. The thought horrified him, but it was there, strong and undeniable.

He watched helplessly as his mother bounced off the stage in those ridiculous stripper heels, her huge tits jiggling wildly under the sheer crop top, ass cheeks fully exposed except for the thin white string of her thong. She made a beeline straight for a 19-year-old girl sitting nervously in the front row, one of the youth group members.

Elly smiled wide, reached down and roughly raised the girl’s skirt. The young woman looked terrified but didn’t try to stop her. Elly kept the lollipop aside, dropped to her knees and immediately dived face-first into the girl’s pussy. The 19-year-old let out a hushed, shaky moan as Elly started eating her out with loud, sloppy enthusiasm right there in the middle of the church.

“Well now that we’ve made sure that Elly’s cleaning up for the sins of her past life,” the man in the devil mask announced loudly, his voice carrying through the entire church like a showman, “let’s continue the show, shall we?”

Zachery desperately wanted to keep looking at his mother. He needed to see what Elly was doing, where she was going, how far this nightmare had already taken her. But no matter how hard he tried to turn his head, his eyes and attention were forcibly pulled back to the stage. Some invisible compulsion kept locking his gaze forward, making him focus on whatever the man was doing next. It felt like his own body was betraying him.

There were only two women left standing on the stage now were Mrs. Soto and Lila.

Mrs. Soto was of Japanese descent. She was in her early forties but didn’t look a day over twenty-two. She had an athletic, petite body that somehow looked both cute and attractive at the same time. Her skin was flawless, the kind that made other women jealous and ask for her skincare routine. She kept her hair cut in a fashionable bob that framed her delicate face perfectly. Everyone in the church knew her as very outgoing and passionate about her duties, always organizing events, helping with youth group, smiling and greeting everyone with genuine warmth.

But right now, Rebecca Soto couldn’t even look up to meet the eyes of the man standing in front of her. She kept her head down, shoulders hunched, staring at the floor like she wished she could disappear. Zachery didn’t blame her one bit. After everything he had already seen tonight, Victoria begging for cum, his own mother turned into a brainless whore, Sister Claire parading around in latex with a buttplug tail, he would’ve judged Mrs. Soto if she wasn’t terrified.

The man looked her over slowly, tilting his masked head. Mrs. Soto still refused to meet his gaze, eyes glued to the stage floor.

“So you refuse to engage, do you?” he said with a smirk. “That’s okay, miss. I still have my ways to get the information I need.”

He turned his head toward Bunny, who was still standing proudly beside him in her shiny latex bunny outfit.

“Oh Bunny dear?” he called sweetly. “Does Sister Claire know something about our lovely volunteer here that she’d rather not let the world know?”

Bunny put a finger to her lips in an exaggerated thinking pose, then giggled loudly.

“Naughty naughty! Boss! Sister Claire isn’t supposed to share stuff like that, you know!” she said, still giggling like a schoolgirl. Then she knocked on her own forehead with her knuckles and gave a sharp salute. “But lucky for you, Sister Claire ain’t here! And Bunny’s here to help ya, boss!!”