Is an opened mouth

Father watched his followers douse the girl, for a while. The flood of their perversions trickling off from every angle of her naked, nubile form. Of course, he’d known it could only be so long he could hold back their twisted, unsubtle urges for the girl. He’d built a collective of the deplorable and depraved and then dangled the freshest of meat before them, after all. Despite all her efforts, the mother couldn’t keep them all entertained forever.

He was impressed by the younger plaything’s progression though. He could see her whispering to herself without giving a single hint of displeasure at being used in such a manner. Was she ready? There was a certain way to find out.

Once the last of the Brothers had had his fun, and wiped himself clean with her hair. Father stepped out into the semi-circle of them, grimacing slightly at the puddle that had formed beneath the girl’s dripping limbs. He smiled at the teen as she opened her eyes, earning a smile in return. Yes. That was it. She was proud of herself for weathering the storm, against her best wishes. Whether or not she thought of the experience as a positive one, she’d decided it must be all on her own, without any direct input from him at all. She was ready… but a final test would certainly prove it.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed, calmly. Hiding the excitement he felt at this critical juncture.

She did so immediately. Looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes and that hint of stubborn pride still clear upon her face. Pride in conforming, not rebelling. In figuring what was expected of her, before it was even asked. Father couldn’t draw his tool out quick enough for a smile such as that.

Chastity held her mouth wide, just as instructed. Looking up at the priest for further instructions. She had been right. It had been all a test! And after her conversation with mother earlier, she was determined to pass any such challenge set for her. If this was what was required to be a woman of perfect faith, then she would do whatever it took to meet that condition!

She wasn’t entirely sure what Father was intending, as he pulled out his own penis. Was she to suck on him again, as reward for her compliance? When instead he too began relieving himself, her heart sunk a little… but not enough to change her stance. It took a second or two for him to get the aim right, but then her cheeks were suddenly filled with the warm and salty liquid that his Brothers had only coated her with. The taste was sharp and bitter, exactly as her mind could tell it would be from the smell alone. She had the immediate, undeniable urge to gag… just from the thought of what was happening; but she fought to force the feeling down.

Chastity let her mouth fill to the point of overflowing, letting the excess pour out from her lips and splash down her neck. Not for a second taking her eyes away from meeting his. Then… she forced her throat open and gulped. Swallowing down an entire mouthful of everything he was giving her. Feeling the warmth of it pour down her throat to boil in her stomach: acrid and foul. Quickly, her mouth filled again. So she gulped again, and again, and again. Soon she could force herself to just hold that valve open… letting every last drop funnel straight to her centre. She let him drain himself dry and shake the last drops, before finally bringing her lips closed. Somehow it didn’t even feel like she needed to gasp, having held her breath for so long. The taste of his piss suffused every inch of her being. A flavour she felt might never leave again.

Father let the girl kiss the head of his penis in thanks, beaming with pride internally at the wretched thing he’d created, yet showing little of the mirth of course. Oh what fun they could have now… with a girl who would drink straight from the tap like that. Barely able to contain and constrain his joy, he offered a little charity. Lifting up his hands, he began a slow and solemn clap. All around, the brothers caught on… slowly joining and building the applause to a thumping, echoing heartbeat of congratulation and celebration.

The teen looked up stunned and bewildered, still clearly choking a little on the fumes of what she’d just consumed. Yet she couldn’t help but smile again at this small but wide showing of respect. So this was what mother had meant. Clearly she was on the right path!