a knock on the door

As you did your daily duty and cleaned the house, dusting even the trickiest of corners, you heard a knock on the door. Your mother had told you not to answer is just in case Mother Vivian had come back to take you away again, but as you looked out the window you saw a parcel delivery van out front, obviously making a delivery to your home.

Smoothing down your thin cloth clothing and making sure your wimple was perfect, you moved swift to the door, your hands placed respectfully in front of you as always. Opening the door, you stepped back slightly as you looked upon the delivery person, and felt your eyes go wide in fear and face go pale.

"Hi, I've got a delivery that needs signing for...Oh!" the delivery woman said as she looked over you, a smile spreading across her face.

Said delivery woman was a very muscular woman; tall, large chest and her thick long cock stuffed down her pants. A true amazon woman who reminded you of the Mother Superior in every way.

"I know who you are, what you are" she gave a worrying chucked as she lifted the edge of the collar of her uniform, revealing a silver pin of the symbol of the Goddess, just like one you wore on your collar. As soon as you saw it, your body moved by itself and dropped to its knees, instantly taking a prying pose and you mumbled prayers to yourself, your body shaking slightly as you heard the woman step into the house and close the door. "I didn't know my day was going to get this good."

Hearing her unzip her pants, you glanced up and saw her thick, nearly two-foot-long cock flop out, the veins already bulging and making it look more vicious than it should.

Not saying anything, the woman grabbed your head with both her hands and **** you into her crotch, the sweat and stink of her cock and balls smearing over your face and forcing itself up your nose.

"Come on Brother, you know what to do" She chuckled as she tried to aim her tip at your mouth.

Feeling your body shake even worse, all strength had left you as you had **** but to open your mouth, instantly her cock **** its way into your mouth and down your throat, stretching it and making your eyes water with the pain, the woman giving a satisfied groan of pleasure, with a firm grip on your head she moved your back and forth quickly, skull fucking up and using your until she was full hard, then she pushed you back and off her cock, letting you gasp down air and cough, your throat still hurting from taking the monster of a cock.

"Hope you're ready for the next part, brother" The woman laughed, grabbing you by the wrist and roughly dragging you up to your feet, then through the house "But where to do it? Oh, I know, classic" she said eagerly as she dragged you to the kitchen then threw you at the kitchen table.

Before you could try and make yourself more comfortable, the woman pinned you to the table with a strong hand and arm, flipping up your clothe and pulling your thong aside

"I have to confess something," the woman said as you felt her take aim at your hole and slowly slide into your ass, surprising at how careful and gentle she was being, making you moan and groan at how full you were becoming, until finally her entire cock had slid into you and her balls rested gently against your plump ass, feeling her lean over you and gently nibble your ear and whisper to you "I don't believe shit about the goddess, I just say I do so I can **** cunts like you"

As it sank in what she said, he felt her lick your cheek before pinning your head to the table, her strong hand slamming it down as her other grabbed your arm and pinned it to your back, pulling it up painfully high as she pulled out of you and slammed back in, making you cry out as she fucked you fast and hard, the table buckling and being pushed every time she slammed into you, moaning and grunting above you as she fucked your hole

"Fuck yeah, your Goddess may be bullshit but that fucking cult makes the best holes," she moaned as she gripped your wrist and head tighter, you closed your eyes tight and tried to close out the blasphemy she was saying, but as she looked at you, she simply laughed and pulled your head back as she slammed onto your ass and held herself balls deep in you. "what's a matter faggot? Don't like me bad mouthing your Goddess? I'll tell you what, if your Goddess comes and stops me from **** you in the next five second, I'll convert and be her most loyal bitch. If not, I'm going to use you all day"

Picking you up off the table and hugging you close to her body, she moved one thick strong arm around your chest to hold you close, and slapped one thick strong hand around your mouth. Waiting and looking around in amusement, waiting for anything to happen.

"Looks like I win, faggot. You're mine now" she laughed after 5 seconds and started fucking you hard again, instantly slamming you as roughly and hard as she could, her have balls slapping against your ass as she grunted in your ear, your own moans and cry's being muffled by her hand over your mouth, your limp soft dick bouncing up and down with every movement, your cum dribbling out and flying everyone as you came from the ****.

With an animalistic growl through gritted teeth, the woman moved her hand from your mouth to your throat, as she slammed herself into you several more times before it came too much, cumming hard and shooting her load deep into your ass and stomach, which swelled slight from her cock and cum.

"Fuck yeah, first nut of the day is always the best" she panted and laughed as she let you go, your limp body instantly falling to the floor and sliding off her still hard monster cock, making you fall face down ass up, showing off her own messy work and your well and truly fucked ass hole. "Goddamn I love seeing my own work," she laughed again, you saying nothing from the daze you'd been fucked into, and knowing not to say anything unless asked directly, though as you heard her knuckles crack you became worried.

"I wonder how flexible you really are faggot," you heard the woman say more to herself than to you, looking over your shoulder, you saw her spit on her own fist several times and smear it around, thinking you knew what she was about to try, you felt your body freeze as she knelt down behind you, your yearlong training stopping you from protesting or even trying to get again

Watching as she moved over you and place a boot on your back to hold you in place, you felt her position her clenched fist as your hole, smearing her escaping cum around.

"You might want to relax faggot, or not." she said gleefully as she punched into, thrusting her fist and thick arm into your insides in one hard, swift movement which felt like she was indeed treating to punch you from the inside out.

You'd had a lot of things done to you in the last year, take many things and stretched your hole to what you previously thought was an impossible amount, but you'd never been filled and stretched so much as you had just now, nor had you been punched in the ass before. It was a pain you weren't familiar with. A pain you weren’t accustomed to.

As such, you let out a loud scream of pain as you felt her go elbow deep, stretching your hole and gusts more than you thought you could handle, the pain being too much and nearly knocking you out, your eyes rolling up and you nearly fainting. But at the same time, you felt yourself cum, a constant stream pouring out of your small soft limp cock and pooling onto the floor beneath you. The woman laughing cruelly above you as she continued to fist fuck you.

-*-

It was evening by time you heard the door to the house open and close again, the sound making your body flinch automatically slightly as you just lay on your back on the kitchen floor, your wimple, you clothing, everything but your collar had been ripped off you and torn up throughout the woman's **** through several hours.

Your throat hurt from the many times she shoved her cock down it, your ass burned like it did in the early days of the Abby, you were used and humiliated and yet all you did was simply let the woman, who didn't even believe if you Goddess, use and **** you. Because it was what you'd been taught.

"Doug? Are you here?"

You heard your mothers voice call out upstairs, but as she got no reply you heard her walking through the house, hearing her mention the package that'd been left and, as she stepped into the kitchen and turned on the lights, gasped as she saw the sight of you.

"Doug! Are you alright?" she cried out as she ruched to your side and knelt next to you, pulling you into her lap and arms and cradling you "What happened? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"She... she didn't believe," you whispered out, feeling the tears in your eyes. "She didn't believe in the Goddess, and... and she used me... and hurt me... so much" you whimpered

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here" you felt your mom cradle you as she held you close, gently stroking your hair and making you feel... safe? "I'll not leave you again Dougie, I swear. I'll protect you; I won't let anyone hurt you again, ever again"

Slowly reaching up, you hugged your mother and squeezed hard. Your mind conflicted over what you'd been taught and what had happened to you throughout the day. It had been so wrong. She didn't believe, she just used the Church, just to use you and others like you. But women didn't do such things. Such things were... Sinful.

Women didn't sin, they healed. Men sinned, they needed healing and cleansing. The pain was supposed to be cleansing so you can serve. Serve women who don't sin and healed the men.

But... she was a sinner, a liar. she lied and sinned and hurt you. Hurt you in ways even Mother Vivian didn't.

To be hurt and feel pain was to be cleansed, to feel love. The love of the Goddess. But she didn't cleanse. You can't cleanse if you're full of sin. She just hurt.

Hurt and used and abused and laughed and cared nothing for you. Didn't love you.

Yet as your mother held you, you felt safe. Secure. Loved.

A different kind of love you'd received in the last year. But a love you'd felt before.

"Please." you whimpered "Love me"

"I do Dougie, I do love you. I've always loved you" Your mother chocked as she tried to hold back her own tears, holding you closer and tighter.

"Can you... love me, gently?" you asked her, the words feeling weird and alien to your mind and mouth "Can it be... gentle?"

Feeling your mother pull back from you she looked down, a surprised look on her face at what you'd just said, making you feel stupid and horrible for saying it, making you know it was wrong to say it

"Dougie are you sure? You look beaten and tired; you might need to go to the hospital"

"Please!" you cried out, tears running down your face your mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings. You needed to know

"Shh, okay Douge. it's okay" Your mother said as she soothed you again "If... if you're sure you're up to it. But, let's go to my room first, okay? Come on, let's get you to your feet."

Feeling your mother slowly and gently pull you up and on to your feet, she slowly walked you through the house, you never letting go of her for a second, hugging her tight, as if she'd disappear and this was all one big dream if you let go, even for a second.