they get closer

"We need a plan," I murmured as the sound of chanting faded in the distance.

Emily and I realized we had been standing in silence for far too long as we absorbed the strange sight of the temple.

My boots echoed on the worn, cobblestone streets as we walked back towards our apartment, my heart heavy in my chest. The city of New Sodom was nothing short of a realized nightmare, a twisted version of reality constructed by those who had sought to rid the world of homosexuality.

I gazed into Emily's eyes, and there was no denying the despair written across her face. t

This is an abomination, a twisted mockery of our true selves. We can't let them win. The thought fueled my resolve - Tracer's eyes gleamed with determination. Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles whitening as we walked back towards our apartment.

"Well, if they want to be fucked straight by men, then fine," I said dryly, trying to suppress the seething anger that threatened to boil over inside of me. "But that's their choice, not ours."

My words felt hollow, even to me. I wasn't convinced that these women were truly embracing their newfound "heterosexuality"- it was as if they had been brainwashed, **** to abandon everything they once held dear.

But Emily seemed to find a perverse beauty in it all.

"Excuse me, ladies," a rough voice called out as we made our way back through the labyrinthine streets. We spun around to face a group of cult members, led by a particularly tall and muscular woman with short, dark hair that hung worn and unkempt, full of dried cum.

Sister, I recognized her as one of Mother's top enforcers, a woman known for her brutal tactics and ruthless attitude.

Dressed in a tight, tattered dress that barely covered her nipples, her eyes swept over Tracer's muscular frame and Emily's slender physique. A wicked grin spread across her lips, and my heart raced in my chest.

"We know what you two are," she sneered, her gaze lingering on Emily's breasts. "You're filthy dykes, hiding among us. Unnatural monsters who don't deserve to live among decent folk."

Her words were like a venomous snakebite, filled with loathing and disgust.

Tracer's jaw clenched, and her grip tightened around Emily's hand as Sister's gaze ripped through them like a chainsaw.

"You filthy. FUCKING. hypocrites," I spat out, the words thick with derision. "You claim to have found freedom, yet you chain yourselves to these cocks, sacrificing your dignity and pride."

Sister's grin twisted further. "You think men are a sacrifice? Oh, you two sisters have a lot to learn about pleasure." Her voice dripped with an ominous threat.

She took a step forward, violating my personal space, forcing her crotch into my stomach. I could feel her crude, sticky dress clinging to my sweatshirt, and I recoiled in disgust. The other cult members surrounded us, leering and whispering vulgarities, and I gripped Emily's hand even tighter; my fingers felt cold and numb.

"You two should know what it means to truly serve the almighty cock," Sister taunted, lust gleaming in her dark eyes.