a big crucifix

At first she doesn't quite get it. She just stares at it probably wondering if you found Jesus or something.

You say nothing.

You wait for her to figure it out. And as she does, you see her eyes light up, then glare with shock.

It's always fun to **** a woman's body. But you're not sure you've ever degraded her soul before. This is going to be fun.

And this is Megan's first challenge. How she reacts is important. Will she say 'no', you wonder. She looks down at the big crucifix, it's at least two feet long, and thick, and the carved image of Jesus is particularly graphic. She looks up at you. Your face is a mix of serious and eager. She smiles. She's uncertain if she should smile.

"Come in" She says. It's not a bad reaction. It's certainly not a rejection of the idea. But she hasn't yet learned that she doesn't need to invite her master in. Her master comes in whenever he wants.

"Strip" you command.

And instinctively she obeys, pulling off her frumpy pajamas. It will be the last time she ever wears those. She doesn't know that yet. But she does seem to suddenly realize that she's not sufficiently slutted up for you. She lowers her head and her messy blonde hair falls in her face. She's shy, even as she exposes her amazing D-cups and furry bush to you again. The shy makes it great.

"Are you ready for this?" You ask, as if yesterday didn't prepare her. But you know what it's like for a fuck pig to be in this state. She feels like yesterday is a dream, or a fluke, or a wild lark. You wonder if she's ready for a lifetime of this.

She looks up at you. "No." The words hang in the air for a long time. "But that makes it hot." As if she can't not admit that she's a **** to her own horniness. She's going to do just fine, you think.

"Open your mouth" you say.

She does. And you begin to push the long end of the crucifix between her lips. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan. "mmmm" which turns into a gag as you continue to push. The crucifix isn't made for fucking, so it'll need lots of lubrication. And soon her body is retching, as she gags on it hard.

You pull it out of her throat, covered in gooey saliva. "Did that hurt?" you ask

She nods quietly and whispers. "Please... I wish you'd hurt me more."

Yes, you think, she's going to do just fine. So you grab her long blonde hair, pull it hard and then throw her to the ground.

She grunts as she hits the floor, but also knows that there's no time to waste. Almost immediately she spreads her legs. You wonder how many of these decisions are conscious, and how many are simply fueled by a part of her brain she's never given into before.

But there she is, spread for you, and you kneel before her, spit on her pussy, and slide the crucifix into her wet slit.

"Oh god!" she says as you push it in as far as you can and then begin to fuck her with it, as if it were a dildo.

Which gives you an idea. "I want you to pray for me, again." you say "And I want you to mean it."

Her lips trembles. Her eyes almost roll back into her head. She can't be cumming already, unless the pure horrid blasphemy of the situation is turning her on unlike anything before.

"Lord...." she begins. "I want to thank you... for my body..." she's panting. You fuck her fast and hard with the religious object. "I want to thank you for my... cunt" She grunts and moans. "I want to thank you for this man who taught me... that I'm a fuck pig... I just didn't know it before yesterday." Her pussy starts to squirt as you thrust the object into her faster and faster. "I want to thank you for... my holes."

That last bit makes you realize what you need to do next. You take your hand off the crucifix and run into another room, then another room. You're looking for a second crucifix.

And you find one, a smaller one, in her bedroom.

When you return to her in the middle of her living room, she's rolling on the floor, her own two hands wrapped around the thick cross, fucking herself with it.

You kneel down and show her the crucifix from her bedroom wall. "Lubricate it" you say. And innocent, pious Megan, again instinctively, spits on it. Her eyes are wild with lust. She's a crazy girl. Even more so than she was yesterday. "Pray for your asshole" you say.

And she does as you push the second crucifix into her anus. "Jesus, thank you for my asshole. Thank you for the.... pleasure it brings me. Thank you for showing me that it exists for men... or women... anyone really, to ****." Her whole body shakes and squirms, penetrated twice now. "How's that?" She asks

It is a good prayer. But something is missing. "Good" you say. "But why are you praying to God and Jesus? Do you really think they're the one's who are making you feel this way?"

She falls very quiet, even as her body trembles, even as she continues to fuck herself in the pussy while you pump the cross in her ass.

"Thank you Satan" she whispers.

You smile. "Louder"

"THANK YOU SATAN!" She shrieks in pain and pleasure and with complete disregard for the destruction of her soul.

You grab her by the hair, lift her up and pull her across the room. Both crucifixes are still shoved inside her. You pull her up to a mirror.

She stares at her reflection.

"What are you looking at?" You ask.

"A slut" She says. You react to that wrong answer with a slap.

"What are you looking at?"

"A fuck-pig" Another slap for another wrong answer.

"What are you looking at?"

"A Satan-worshipping fuck pig." She smiles. She lets loose with a huge, happy smile.

No slap this time. "Very good" you say. "But do you think you look like a Satan-worshipping fuck pig?"

She shakes her head wildly "No! No!" as if she's genuinely concerned.

"Then what you do you need, that's missing?"