How well do you know your Scripture?

"This dog just keeps begging to be touched," Lawrence laughs at Thomas.

"She really doesn't know the difference between being a bitch and a slut," Thomas agrees.

"Well, let's give the bitch what she wants, then," Lawrence grins while your stomach churns. "Doggy position NOW, bitch," he orders you. "Legs apart, bend over, ass out, arms down. Don't touch the ground."

You do your best to obey, praying--yes, truly praying--that this humiliation will end soon.

"Good dog," Lawrence says as he admires your aching form.

He rubs your back like you're a dog, and you struggle to maintain your ass-out position.

"Now speak, dog."

Not knowing what else to do, you mimic a _bark. _Thomas and Lawrence both laugh uproariously.

"Wait, no, I have a better idea," Thomas says. "Speak the Word, dog. Recite Scripture until we tell you to stop." To his friend, he grins, "Let's see how much she's been paying attention at church."

Your knees burning almost as much as your blushing face, you start to recite the first text that comes to mind. "

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made." The boys are guffawing as you continue your blasphemy. "In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." You pause. You don't know what's next.

SMACK. Thomas strikes your ass hard, and you fall onto the ground.

"Get up, bitch," Lawrence says. "Back in your position, and keep going."

You struggle to stand again, your body protesting. You think of a text you might know more of. You start again.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." Now, are you're reciting, Thomas is running his hands all over your ass.

"For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him."

One hand becomes two hands...

"Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son."

As you say "one and only Son," Lawrence shoves his finger in your pussy.

"Keep going, dog," Thomas says in front of you, you watch him stroke his cock above your face as you feel Lawrence violating your pussy.

"Um..." you stammer. Lawrence finger-fucks you harder. "“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven," you say. The teenager keeps the rhythm of the Sermon on the Mount with his finger while his friend periodically smacks you in the face with his cock. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth."

Lawrence is picking up the pace, and you don't realize that now you're matching his pace. You also aren't aware of your body rocking back and forth to aid his slippery finger in its journey inside your body.

You continue, "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled."

At they will be filled, Lawrence suddenly slams three fingers into your dripping pussy and causes you to shout. You stagger forward, grimacing in pleasure and pain as you come face to face with Thomas's cock.

You're seeing stars and obviously can't continue your heretical recitation. Lawrence pulls out of you, and you are shocked to notice your own disappointment.

"You're disgusting," Thomas says as he puts his cock back in his pants. "And you're a shit Christian."

"All right, bitch," Lawrence says, looking over his shoulder at the rest of the camp. "I want your hands on the ground, legs straight, and don't move until we get back."

"Yes, Sir," you mumble, assuming another humiliating position.

Thomas and Lawrence hurry off, leaving you alone. You don't dare move, though if you had the option, you would literally beg to be able to just sit down.