The start of something new.

You begin to move but you freeze as the mammoth meatpole shifts inside you. You manage a whimper and wriggle slightly, Tasha chuckles in response.

"Oh, are you uncomfortable, little Sow?" She purrs. Priscilla and the EMT blink.

"Tasha! You can't-" Priscilla starts but is silenced by Tasha, who puts a finger to her lips.

"Sshhhhh, this little Sow wants us to fuck his brains out. Don't you?" She punctuates the sentence with a mild thrust. You whimper loudly as her movements ripple through you with pleasure. Your deflated cock spits a bead of cum across your naval and you feel your face flush.

"See? He has been treated like a holy vessel all his life, but his true calling is to be in service to Futa." She says with a hungry edge to her voice.

Were you less "fucked senseless" you might have protested more, but things were moving and you were incapacitated. You barely could understand what they discussed as Tasha, still hard, slowly fucked you on the dining room table. Call were made, other women started to show up.

You groan, your stomach sloshing with cum, as you are gently fucked on the kitchen table. You don't know the name of the woman buried in you, you do know her girthy 11" cock has a harsh curve to it that strokes your prostate. You also know that the young woman pumping into your mouth tastes like candy, her nice little 7"cock stuffing more of her sweet cum down your throat, her hands cradling your head. She is saying something about being your biggest fan and that this is a dream come true. You roll back into the feeling of being spit roasted.

The rhythmic thrusting has become an even pace, it makes it easier for you to just enjoy it. You know Tasha is saying something to everyone, a hearty cheer goes up among the body of women and you feel Tasha grab your cock. There's a roll of chuckles and Tasha begins jacking you off harshly.

You writhe, the effect of a dedicated handjob on top of being plugged from both ends is far too much. You orgasm for what feels like the hundreth time, your balls painfully clenching as you hear more laughter.

A voice cuts through the haze.

"Is that what he really wants?" Comes the cool reply. "He seems pretty cock drunk at the moment." There is a ripple of nervous mumbling. The pair stop their fucking of you and the tone in the room shifts.

You feel the women pull out of you, leaving an awful empty feeling. You start to whimper but someone gives you a sharp slap across your face. You shake your head and sit up.

A towering woman, with cascading red tresses of hair, her business suit almost bursting at the seams due to her massive endowments, stands over you. She runs her razor thin nails along your inner thigh, eliciting a shiver, as she begins talking directly to you.

"Sow, that is what they are calling you, and they have plans to take you the Sisterhood of the Fecund Chalice. The Sisterhood is known for believing several things:

First, that all men exist as the Goddess' Gifts, to service Futa Cock.

Second, that Men can subsist on Futa cum alone.

And Third, that a small number of men are meant to be used as special vessels for Religious practices."

She pauses and scans the room.

"I believe only a handful of us gathered actually believe that last part, and that most came for a hot piece." She gives you a gentle pat on the head.

"So how about it? Seem like nice ladies to give you bodily autonomy to? Because men who go in don't come back out. At least not without a crippling cum addiction." She finishes in a level tone.

There is a moment of perfect silence as everyone waits for your answer.