The Whore of Babylon

The following CHYOA Interactive Erotica is an adaptation of the first 5 days of the game "The Whore of Babylon" published by Kitty and The Lord.

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"And the woman was clothed in purple and scarlet, and had ornaments of gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and the unclean things of her fornication."

Revelation 17:4

When I finished reading the paragraph, I closed my eyes trying to imagine the fascinating scene as vividly as I could: in my mind, I could see through the whore’s dress: Large breasts, slender waist, generous hips, and long and beautifully shaped legs.

My breathing started accelerating as I pictured more of her. Pearls hung from her necklace, snaking into her cleavage, ending near her mons pubis with a ruby the size of a walnut. Her arms, wrists and ankles were decorated by myriad golden jewels. She smelled of toasted rose petals and caramel. Her long, black eyelashes and rudy cheeks made her exotic red lips shine in an unusual, inviting way.

I averted my gaze from the yellowing pages and wished that I too could wear exuberant clothes and make up. Alas, it was impossible, for in the convent we were not allowed to beautify ourselves in the slightest.

“Beauty is only virtuous in nature, that which God wrought with His own hands” declared Mother Superior in a severe tone whenever a novice would dare to put a little blush in her cheeks or wear slightly higher heels than stipulated.

I’d lived here forever. Crowded together with the other sisters, among the faithful and tame flock, as far as memory served. According to Mother Superior, I was abandoned and left at the stairs of the convent in a wicker basket. Nobody knew my origin or story, but from that day on they decided that my path would be one of purity, penitence, and devotion to God. A few years before, I had taken the triple vow of poverty, chastity, and obedience.

It was my punishment to read and memorize the book of revelations, for this morning sister Helen had snitched to the Mother Superior that I had discarded a piece of my morning bread. Though this was true, it was only because I had seen a horrible insect crawling all over it only moments before!

The fact was excuses were of no use in the convent, so I was to choose between being caned or memorizing the book. The choice was obvious. Following a long and boring day of monotonous reading, I relaxed in my small cot to sleep and regain my spiritual strength.

How would it feel to dress like a whore and have all eyes on you? It must feel good, right?