Break their wills and make them your personal toys

"Lock the priest in a cell, do what you will with him. I'm going to find some ale, I want you to strip the priestesses and have them bound in ropes and on their knees by the time I get back."

"Got it," the Orc nods.

Twenty minutes later, you're sitting at the altar of the monastery, staring at the bound . A few of them, those who tried screaming curses or for help or whatever else, have been gagged with soiled rags, but the rest are simply too scared to speak.

"I'm Lord Abaddon. Now, here's how this is going to work. I'm going to break you, physically break, and you're going to be mine. You will do as I ask before I ask it, you crave satisfaction you will not receive, you will worship me like you do the Light, but trust me, ladies, I'm real. Now, which one of you wants to be the first to crawl down to my knees, reject the Light and worship you?"

The room is silent, as you look around, trying to make out the pack leader. You pause, finding your target. One of the girls is a tall, slender creature with short, utilitarian-cut brown hair, stares at you defiantly. She seems like at least some bit of a leader. Best to break her first.

"Hello, dear. What's your name?"

"Heathen," the girl spits. "I won't bow down to a heretical faggot like you!"

"Ah, you're sweet. I'll call you Sweetheart," you say, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss to her forehead. "Good girl. Now, here's how this is going to work. You're going to lick the soles of my boots clean, thank me and reject your god. Then, I'll see how I feel. I might even let that filthy mouth touch my cock."

"Fuck you... I won't break," she says, although there's a touch of fear in her voice.

"Ah, of course you will, Sweetheart," you grin. "Someone fetch me a whip."

A bandit rushes in, with a long, single-tailed black whip. You take it in your hands, grinning. You swing the whip through the air, with a powerful snap, before looking down at her. You flash the rapidly uncoiling stretch of leather through the air, cutting open her back. A long slash cuts through her skin, leading to a small splash of blood across her skin. You twirl your whip again, lashing it out once more as the leather cuts open her back a second time as an 'X' appears on her back. The girl flinches with a shriek, as yo

Within a minute, her back is bloody and covered with red slashes. You walk forward, grabbing her head and forcing her onto all fours. You lean down, looking through her legs at her tight pussy. You pop your fingers in your mouth, lubing them up, before you pull them out and slowly push your middle and index finger inside her as she gasps.

"Tell me Sweetheart, how much does it hurt? How much do you like it?"

Sweetheart remains silent as you push your fingers further inside, leaving to her gasping even louder. You fingers pause, feeling the barrier of her hymen.

"Please... don't," Sweetheart begs.

"Unsheath," you say, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your cock appears, free of its armor. You take it, leading it to the entrance of Sweetheart's pussy.

"No, don't!" she says, more frantically. "Please, I'm a Priestess of Light, I need to be a virgin! You can't do this, you just can't!"

"You're not a Priestess of Light!" you chuckle. "You're a whore. My whore. Now, let's get to it."

With that, you thrust inside her. Your cock is prevented from fully disappearing inside her by her hymen, but with one aggressive thrust you stab into her, breaking through. Blood begins to trickle out of her cunt, running down her thighs as you pull out of her, your dick covered in blood and cum. You thrust in again, soon finding a rhythm as you begin to fuck Sweetheart. You grab her throat, strangling her as you fuck, giving an extra squeeze with each thrust. Sweetheart tries to scream, but she can only let out a short gurgle. You continue to fuck, as your balls begin to tighten. You grit your teeth, refusing to blow your load until Sweetheart cums. You reach around her thigh, rubbing your index and middle finger against her clit as she gasps.

"Oh, god!" she says, as she spurts her pussy juices all over your junk.

You lean back, spurting your cum inside her. You groan, slowly sliding your cock out of her, relieved.

"There, now you're really mine," you laugh.

"I..." Sweetheart begins to say, before falling silent.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't enjoy that. I'm going to make it so you need that, so you can't survive without it, so it's everything you need. Then, you'll truly be mine. Now, where were we?"

You pause, whispering the order to hide your dick back inside its armored sheath again, and turning to Sweetheart.

"Oh yes, you were going to clean my boot. Well then, it's your choice now. Should I get one of my men to fetch a wooden horse? Or perhaps gather a few of my most eager men to what they want to do to you. Or do you have something you want to do?"

There's a brief pause, and you wonder if you're going to need to keep this up. The girl might be stronger than you thought. Then, without a word, the girl crawls over to you, running her tongue along the underside of your boot. Her long wet tongue licks it clean of the muck and dirt, and you grin at her subservience. Maybe there's hope for these priestesses to enjoy a life of lust and debauchery yet."What do you say?" you ask.

"Thank you for the meal... master," she whimpers.

"Not that. You know what I want to hear you say."

"I... I reject the Light. Praise Lord Abaddon," she says, ashamed of herself and refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Take note, girls," you grin. "Now, who else is ready for training?"