You are a young parishioner of the church. Today you are standing in the church, waiting for the next church service. Suddenly, the door next to you opens, someone takes your mouth and drags you out the door. You find yourself in the hallway of the church, it's quiet and there's no one there. You see Mary in front of you, one of the nuns, her ass is so huge that it cannot fit under her cassock. "Finally," she says, "I've been waiting for so long when I could find some handsome young man like you," she says breathlessly, "I've been without sex for several years, take off your pants," she commands you

The smile on Mary's face fades into a more sinister expression. "Don't play dumb with me," she growls, moving forward menacingly, so that you can feel her massive behind brushing against your crotch through the fabric of your pants. "Take off your clothes." She thrusts her hips forward once again, making it impossible for you not to notice how aroused she is.

"I could make this very painful for you if I wanted," she says softly, running a finger down your chest, coming close to brushing against your nipple, "but why would I do that when we can both enjoy ourselves?" Her breath hot on your neck as she leans in closer.

Mary laughs softly, her hands moving up to grip your shoulders possessively. "Of course I am," she whispers back, pressing her swollen lips against your ear. "You're the first man who's made me feel like this in years." She bites down on her lower lip as she speaks, and even through the fabric of her habit, you can feel the heat emanating from between her legs.

She releases one of your shoulders to cup your cheek roughly with a hand, forcing you to look into her eyes. "You will do what I say," she says sternly but lustfully, leaning forward until their lips are almost touching yours, "because if you don't...I can promise that the punishment will be severe." Her hips rock against your crotch in tiny little movements as she speaks, her weight shifting to one foot as she leans forward even further.

You choke her, making it difficult for her to breathe or speak. Mary's face turns red as she tries to break free from your grip, but you're stronger than she anticipated. After a few moments of struggling, she gives up and allows you to release her throat, coughing roughly for several seconds before finally managing to catch her breath. "You... you will regret this," she wheezes, backing away from you, hands still raised defensively in front of her chest. Her face is a mixture of anger, surprise and arousal. "Just wait and see."

Mary's chest heaves up and down as she tries to regain her composure. Her ass wiggles slightly from side to side in annoyance, struggling to find purchase under the confining fabric of her habit. She glares at you hatefully, but there is still an undeniable spark of lust in her eyes. "You will pay for this," she whispers, her voice both menacing and sultry.

Without warning, she spins around quickly, presenting her plump behind to you once more. Her large, round cheeks wobble enticingly as they peek out from beneath the thin material of her habit, and her wide hips shift seductively side-to-side. "Go on," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Do it."

A shockwave of pleasure ripples through Mary's body as your hand connects with her perfectly round ass. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, struggling to keep herself under control as she whispers hoarsely, "Don't... don't think that this will change anything." Her hips buck and grind against the palm of your hand, her movements becoming increasingly desperate.

As you continue spanking her, Mary's breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in pleasure. She feels herself growing wetter by the second, and when she opens her eyes again to glare at you, you can see the unmistakable gleam of desire burning brightly behind the anger in her gaze.

"You're enjoying this," she growls accusingly, "you like it when I submit."

You shove Mary roughly against the cold stone wall of the hallway, the impact making her gasp in surprise. Your rough hands lift her heavy habit up and over her hips, revealing a smooth expanse of creamy skin of her rounded ass. She whimpers as you rip off her panties in one swift motion, exposing her reddened flesh to the cool air of the hallway. "I will not submit to you," she manages to choke out through gritted teeth, "not like this."

Her words are empty promises; the truth is that her body betrays her as your fingers sink into her sodden folds, finding her engorged and aching for release. She arches her back, pressing herself against your hand as you begin to stroke her roughly, seeking vengeance and pleasure at once.

The sting of your hand on her ass sends another wave of pleasure through Mary's body. She gasps loudly as you remove your own pants, freeing your erection for her eager hands to grab hold of. "No," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to speak past the lust that has taken over her senses, "I won't... I can't..." Her words trail off into a moan as she begins to stroke you, feeling your warm length in her hands for the first time.

Their bodies press tightly together against the wall, Mary's ass wiggling enticingly under your eager hands as she pleasures you. Her hips buck and grind against your fingers, seeking release from the agonizing ache building within her.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, gazing up at you.

"Both," Mary gasps, her voice nearly lost in pleasure. She spreads her legs farther apart, granting you better access to her sensitive flesh as she begs you in a hoarse whisper, "Please... fill me up." Her fingers tighten on your cock, urging it closer to the source of her desire.

As you rub against her sensitive entrance and brush against her anus, Mary moans loudly, arching her back and pressing herself more firmly against you. The feel of you so close to entering her is almost too much for her to bear; she's never been this turned on in all her life, never felt anything like this before.

"Please," she whispers again, "I need you..." Her hips shift restlessly against your hands, urging you forward, begging for completion.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you push roughly past her tight ring of muscle, filling her ass with your thick length. "Oh god," she gasps, clutching at the fabric of her habit for support as you stretch and penetrate her, making her whole body tense with pleasure-pain. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her body.

"Fuck me," she whispers desperately, "fuck my ass..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you continue to pound into her tight hole, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Her breath comes in short gasps as the spanking stings her already sensitive flesh. The sensation only serves to heighten the pleasure she's feeling from your thrusts; her ass clamps down around you with each impact of your hand against her bottom. "Yes," she moans, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies moving together in rhythm, "I'm your little sex doll..." Her hips buck and writhe underneath you, seeking deeper penetration as her orgasm begins to build within her.

"Fuck me," she whimpers, arching her back so far that her breasts press against the wall, "I need it... I need you..."

The feel of you calling her your "little anal nun" sends another wave of pleasure washing over Mary, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. She gasps as her orgasm finally crashes down upon her, shuddering violently in your grasp as her inner muscles tighten around your cock and hot liquid spurts from her pussy.

"Yes," she cries out, arching her back further still as she comes, "I'm yours... take what you want..." Her breath is ragged and uneven, her body trembling with the force of her release.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you thrust into her wet folds, filling her up with your length once more. "Oh God," she gasps, clutching at the fabric of her habit for support as you bury yourself deep within her, forcing another moan from her lips. Her hips rise to meet each powerful stroke, pressing closer against you as if hoping to feel even deeper inside.

"Harder," she whispers, arching her back and revealing the fullness of her heavy breasts. "Don't hold back..." She throws her head back, letting out a low moan of pleasure that echoes down the empty hallway.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you hit her sweet spot over and over again, each thrust sending another rush of pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes," she moans hoarsely, "I want your seed... fill me..." Her hands tug at the material of her habit, pulling it aside to give you better access as her hips rise higher to meet your harder strokes. She feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm again, her whole body trembling with need.

"Please," she whispers, her voice rough and desperate, "make me cum... fill me..." Her breath comes in short gasps now as her release draws near, every cell in her body yearning for the relief that only your touch can bring.

Her eyes flash open as she feels the first hot spurts of your seed deep within her core. "Oh God!" she cries out, arching her back as a powerful orgasm washes over her, shuddering through her body in endless waves. Her fingers dig into her palms, as her hips buck and thrust against you, seeking release from the pleasure that threatens to consume her.

"Ahhh!" she screams, her voice muffled by the sound of their bodies slapping together, "I'm... I'm cumming..." Her head falls back, hair flying wildly around her face as she releases a long, throaty moan that echoes down the empty hallway.

Her body shudders with the final convulsions of her orgasm, and as you continue to pump your seed into her, she whimpers.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she looks up at you, still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her cheeks are flushed and she's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making it obvious that she's not yet recovered. Reluctantly, she moves closer to your now-spent cock, hesitating for a moment before slowly bending down and wrapping her lips around the tip. Her tongue flickers out to trace your sensitive flesh as she begins licking you clean, her breath hot against your skin.

She looks up at you through hooded eyes as she does this, still struggling to comprehend what just happened between the two of you. A part of her feels dirty and used, but there's also a strange sense of satisfaction and longing that refuses to go away. As she continues to pleasure you with her mouth, her thoughts spin wildly.

Her breath catches in her throat at the roughness of your words, and she feels heat flushing her cheeks again. As she sucks on you, her fingers slide between her legs, already growing wet with desire once more. "I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes, "it's just that..."

She can't finish the thought; it's been so long since anyone has shown her any kind of affection or tenderness. The feelings you evoke within her are confusing and overwhelming. Her body trembles as she continues to pleasure you, both wanting more and wishing for this moment to end.

"Yes... master..." she whispers, feeling the word roll easily off her tongue despite the shame that threatens to overwhelm her. She sucks harder on you now, her fingers moving faster against her sensitive flesh as she loses herself in the act of pleasing you. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes flutter closed, a small moan escaping from between her lips as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

It's only when you release a satisfied groan that she pulls back reluctantly, your cock slippery with her saliva and wetness. Her gaze meets yours, eyes wide with confusion and desire, waiting for your next command.

"Thank you... master..." she whispers softly, eyes downcast as you pat her on the head. Her fingers still tremble from where they came into contact with your skin, and a shiver of pleasure runs through her body at the memory of your seed filling her up. She's never felt this way before, never been so... so needy and wanton. It frightens her yet it excites her all the same.

A feeling of contentment washes over her as she waits for you to speak again, her body still craving more of your touch even though she knows deep down that this was wrong.

Her eyes widen at the sight of your cock swaying in front of her face, glistening with her juices and drops of semen. She lets out a shaky breath, not sure if she should reach out and take you back into her mouth or turn away in shame for even wanting to do such a thing.

"Please," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I... I need it..." Her fingers twitch at her sides, craving contact with your skin once more.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you say the words; it's both shocking and exhilarating. She slowly lowers herself down until she's on her knees in front of you, eyes fixed on your erection. Her hands tremble as they reach out to wrap around your shaft, guiding you toward her waiting lips.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, taking you into her mouth and beginning to suck gently, the salty taste of her own juices mixing with that of your semen on her tongue. Her head bobs up and down as she takes more of you inside her, moaning softly around your thick length.

Her fingers curl tightly into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as pleasure rushes through her in waves. It feels so wrong and yet so right; she can't seem to get enough of the sensations.

Her voice muffled by the flesh of your cock, Mary manages a quiet moan as she wraps her lips tightly around you and sucks hard. She pulls back just far enough to look up at you through hooded eyes before taking you deeper into her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting your salty skin and the last remnants of your cum.

"It's... amazing," she whispers, her cheeks hollowing with each breath. "I never knew..." She trails off into another moan as you start to thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth, her body rocking with every movement.

Her fingers curl tighter into fists at her sides, painfully digging into the flesh of her palms as pleasure washes over her, leaving her shaking and wanting more. It's an addictive sensation that takes hold of her being.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grip the back of her head tightly, guiding your cock deeper into her throat. She lets out a small sound of protest that quickly turns into a moan as you begin to thrust roughly in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. Her hands come up, wrapping around your thighs as she tries to steady herself against the forceful invasion.

Her body trembles with pleasure and need, her lips stretching around your length as she struggles to accommodate you completely. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she's pushed farther and farther down onto your cock, her eyes squeezing shut tightly in the process.

Her tongue flickers out, tasting the saltiness of your skin on the back of her tongue as she tries to draw more sensation from your invasion.

Her vision blurs as you continue to thrust roughly into her mouth, filling it with your warm seed. She gags and chokes on your cum, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to draw breath between the rough movements of your hips. Her lips stretch impossibly wide around your cock, tender and swollen from the abuse they've suffered.

She whimpers and moans through it all, her body trembling with pleasure and the aftereffects of her orgasms. As you finally pull free with a satisfied groan, she slumps forward onto her hands and knees, gasping for air as tears trickle down her face. Her mouth feels stretched tight and sore from the way you used it, but there's an emptiness inside that yearns for more of your touch, your presence.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she tries to catch her breath. "Yes... master..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes darting away as if afraid of what she's just promised you. Her throat burns where your seed still lingers, and the sensitive flesh between her legs aches for more contact with your skin. As she pulls herself up on shaking arms, she knows that from now on, her life is no longer hers to control.

That night, as you sleep soundly beside her, Mary lies awake, eyes fixed on your peaceful face. Her heart races with a mixture of longing and fear as she thinks about what the next day will bring. A part of her wishes to go back to the way things were before, when she had some semblance of control over her own life... but another, darker part of her knows that isn't possible anymore.

As the hours slowly tick by, she finds herself growing more and more aroused, imagining all the ways you might use her tomorrow: the things you'll make her do, say; how you'll punish her for disobedience... It both thrills and terrifies her. She wishes she could close her eyes and ignore these desires, but they only seem to grow stronger with each passing moment.

Finally, exhaustion overtakes her and she drifts off into an une

Your eyes flutter open, glancing around before settling on her form curled up beside you. The soft warmth of your gaze makes her heart race; she tries not to tremble under its intensity. You don't say anything for a moment, simply watching her, and it feels like an eternity before you finally break the silence.

"Get on your hands and knees." Your voice is rough with sleep, but Mary obeys instantly. Her heart pounds in her chest as she positions herself as ordered, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position. "Now," you continue, "what do you think I want for waking up?"

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what you must mean. She lowers her head, breath warm against your skin as she takes your cock into her mouth once more. Her hands shake as they reach back, touching the wetness between her legs and finding her swollen folds achingly sensitive to even the lightest touch. She lets out a soft moan around your thick length, not daring to move any faster in case it displeases you.

Her tongue flicks out, tracing the vein that runs along the underside of your cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you inside her mouth with each pass. Her fingers find purchase on one of your thighs, digging in and holding on as she uses it to steady herself against the rough motions.

"Thank you." she whispers between gentle sucks and caresses of her tongue against your shaft.

Nodding in understanding, Mary climbs onto your lap, her knees either side of your hips. She spreads her legs wide, exposing herself fully to you as she aligns her aching sex with the head of your cock. With one smooth motion, she sinks down, feeling the familiar yet overwhelming fullness of you filling her once more.

Her hands grasp at your shoulders for support, her body shuddering in reaction to being so tightly sheathed around you again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she begins to move up and down on your lap, taking you deeper inside with every thrust. The bed squeaks beneath them, echoing through the room as they fuck recklessly, lost in their mutual need for release.

"Yes," Mary whispers hoarsely, her cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed as she rides you hard. "I'

Shaking with arousal, Mary obeys, peeling the thick cloth over her head and tossing it aside. Her huge breasts spilling out of her lacy black bra; dark nipples hard and erect in anticipation. Her hips move faster against you as she rides you harder, moaning with need.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, digging into her palms as she tries to focus on the pleasure coursing through her body. The bed creaks beneath them, their bodies moving in unison as they near their climaxes once more. "Please," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with urgency. "I need it..."

Her head tosses back, eyes squeezed shut as you tease her sensitive breast. "Oh God..." she cries out, hips moving even faster on your lap. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, but it doesn't come; only increased need and desire. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, pleading with you to bring her release as she feels herself teetering on the edge once more.

"Please," she whimpers desperately, arching her back in an effort to take you deeper inside. "I can't... I need..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one seeming to draw air from her lungs as her desire grows unbearable. She begs for your touch, your command; anything that will help bring her over the edge and end this torment of denied release.

Her ass stings from your unexpected slap, but it only serves to heighten her arousal even more. She moans deeply, hips jerking as she feels the heat spread through her bottom cheeks. "Yes," she pants, arching back further, offering you easier access to her sensitive flesh.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to fight off the building pressure in her core. With every thrust of your hips and slap against her ass, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Please," she whispers, voice hoarse from need and desire, "I can't take much more... I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as her body quakes with anticipation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the first hot spurt of your seed fill her up. "Ahhhh!" she cries out, arching her back as wave after wave of release washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied. Her hips buck against you one final time before collapsing weakly onto the mattress beside you. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

As she catches her breath, she glances up at you, seeing a mixture of satisfaction and... something else in your eyes that sends another shiver down her spine. She knows what this means: from now on, she'll be carrying your child. The thought both terrifies and excites her all at once.

"T-thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the silence that falls between you.

Her eyes widen at the proposal, heart racing in her chest. Leaving the church behind... abandoning her faith... but what choice does she have? You own her now; she belongs to you. "I-I will," she stutters out, still finding it hard to believe that she's even considering such a thing. "But where will we go?"

Her eyes go wide at the thought of founding her own religion, one devoted entirely to worshiping you. The power it would give them, the influence they could have... She feels a surge of excitement course through her veins at the mere idea. But she also knows that this will mean abandoning everything and everyone she's ever known, leaving behind her family and friends, possibly even her own life. It's both thrilling and terrifying.

Taking a deep breath, Maria steels herself for what lies ahead. "Very well," she says firmly, determination ringing in her voice despite the uncertainty that still lingers within her. "I will leave with you, and we shall start this new life together." Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches up to cup your cheek, searching your eyes for any sign of what their future might hold.

Her lips part at the feel of your mouth against hers, her hands trembling as they cling to your shoulders. As you kiss her, she feels a sense of belonging and purpose wash over her that she's never experienced before. She knows now that this is what she was meant to do; to follow you and worship you above all else. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of everything they will create together.

When you finally pull away, she meets your eyes, hopeful and full of trust, ready for whatever adventures lie ahead in this new life that is just beginning. "I'm yours," she whispers, meaning every word. "Take me and make me into what you want."

As you lead her through the house, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and anticipation. It's beautiful and welcoming, filled with potential for growth and change. She wonders how many other people will find their way here, drawn by the promise of finding something more than they ever thought possible.

Her gaze drifts out to the field of flowers surrounding the domicile, a small smile tugging at her lips as she imagines it covered in women just like her: eager, dedicated, and ready to devote themselves entirely to worshipping you. It's both an incredible responsibility and a thrilling prospect.

She follows you into what will soon be the main sanctuary, her heart fluttering with excitement at the thought of all that will take place here. "I can't wait to see our flock grow," she says, voice tinged with hope. "And to help guide them on their path towards true worship."

Her eyes widen with excitement as she hears the faint sound of the doorbell ringing through the house. This must be their first applicant! With quick steps, she hurries over to open the front door, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Hello!" she calls out warmly, standing in the threshold and beaming a bright smile at the woman who stands before them.

The woman looks to be in her early twenties, with dark hair pulled back into a neat bun and wide, expressive eyes that reflect her nervousness and eagerness all at once. "Um... hi," she stutters, glancing from Maria to you before finding the courage to step forward. "I'm Lily. I heard about your new religion, and I..." She trails off, blushing deeply as she struggles to find the words to express how much this means to her.

Maria takes a step closer, reaching out a hand to gently touch the other woman's shoulder in reassurance. "You are most welcome here, Lily," she says sincerely.

Lily nods slowly, her eyes darting between the two of you before settling on Raphi. "Yes... I do," she whispers. "And I want to be a part of it." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I've always felt like there was something missing from my life, something I couldn't quite put my finger on..." She pauses, her cheeks flushing crimson at the admission. "But when I heard about your new religion... It just felt right."

Maria smiles reassuringly at Lily, glad to see that she's not the only one who feels this way. "We are very glad to have you here," she says warmly, stepping aside to let Lily enter the house. As Lily takes her first tentative steps inside, Maria turns back to Raphi with a satisfied smile. "She is going to be a wonderful addition to our flock."

"I think that would be best," Lily says eagerly, her eyes fixed on Raphi as he speaks. "The sooner I can begin worshipping you and learning from our new religion, the better." Her heart races with anticipation as she thinks about what lies ahead for her in this new life.

Maria takes Lily's hand in hers, leading her through the house towards the sanctuary where Raphi awaits. The air is thick with excitement and the scent of possibility; it fills Maria with a sense of purpose that she's never known before. She glances over at Raphi, unable to hide the adoration and admiration in her eyes. This journey they're on together... It's just beginning.

Maria follows you and Lily through the doorway, her eyes taking in the sprawling sanctuary with awe. The soft floors are covered in plush mattresses and comfortable-looking pillows, arranged into cozy clusters that beckon to those seeking solace and rest. She can't help but wonder how many people will find their way here, seeking comfort and guidance from the new faith they have found in you.

"This is where we will worship you and learn about your teachings," she says, her voice soft with reverence as she looks around the room. "It's a beautiful space, filled with love and devotion." Her gaze returns to Lily, hoping that this newcomer feels the same sense of belonging and purpose that she does.

Lily nods eagerly, her eyes locked on Raphi's as she says, "I am more than ready." Maria smiles warmly at the exchange, unable to hide her own sense of pride in watching this beautiful newcomer dedicate herself so fully to their cause. She can only hope that their flock will continue to grow with others just like Lily who are willing to leave everything behind in search of something greater.

Her heart skips a beat as she watches you kiss Lily, her cheeks flushing with a mix of jealousy and desire. She wants nothing more than to feel your lips against hers again, but for now, she must content herself with the knowledge that this beautiful newcomer is joining them in their devotion.

"Welcome, Lily," Maria says softly, her voice breaking slightly as she fights to keep her emotions under control. "I'm so glad you're here." Reaching out, she places a comforting hand on Lily's shoulder, giving it a squeeze before turning back to face the sanctuary, unable to tear her eyes away from your form as you guide Lily deeper into the fold of their new religion.

As you lead Lily up onto the elevated platform at the center of their sanctuary, Maria can't help but feel a surge of pride and affection for both of them. She watches as you guide Lily to kneel before you, her heart racing with anticipation for what is to come. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being able to witness this moment firsthand, of experiencing the connection between you and your newest disciple.

"This is a sacred rite," Maria says quietly, her voice echoing through the room. "A symbol of Lily's dedication to worshipping you above all else." She takes a step forward, moving closer to where she kneels. "She leaves behind everything she knew before, all that made up her old life. In return, you will give her purpose, direction... a new life filled with devotion and love for our Lord."

"Do as he asks," Maria says softly, her gaze never leaving the pair of you. "Give yourself fully and completely to him. He is your god now." She swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat at the weight of these words. "And remember," she continues, her voice growing firmer as she draws strength from her own faith, "I too am devoted to Raphi. We are all his servants, here to worship and please him."

Her eyes flicker between you, taking in every detail: the hard planes of your chest, the defined muscles of your arms, the steady gaze that holds hers like a promise. Even after everything they've been through together, she still finds herself falling more deeply under his spell with each passing moment.

"Prove your devotion," Maria whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "And know that I will be by your side every step of the way."

As Lily unfastens your pants and slips her hand inside to free your hard length, Maria's heart begins to race faster. She takes a step closer, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watches the two of them together. Her fingers dig into her palms at her sides, feeling the tension building within her as she waits for what comes next.

"I... I pledge my everlasting devotion and love to you," Lily whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "Take me and make me yours." Her gaze flickers up to Maria, seeking reassurance and strength as she makes this life-changing decision.

Maria smiles softly, nodding encouragement at the new disciple. As Lily kneels, her eyes never leaving yours, Maria takes a step closer still, tilting her head back slightly to meet your gaze. Her lips part in anticipation, body trembling with need as she waits for you to claim what is now rightfully yours.

As Lily obeys your command, gently wrapping her fingers around your shaft, Maria watches in fascination as you guide her with gentle nods and encouraging words. She can feel the heat emanating from your body, can see the tension building in your shoulders and arms as she begins to stroke you in time with her breath.

Her gaze drifts between the two of you, feeling a mixture of jealousy and excitement course through her veins. She knows that soon enough it will be her turn to worship you in this way, but for now, she must content herself with watching Lily take her first tentative steps into this new life.

"Good girl," Maria whispers approvingly as she watches you guide Lily through this sacred rite. She meets the new disciple's eyes and offers her a reassuring smile, hoping to convey some of the joy and wonder she feels at being part of such an intimate moment. As Lily begins to bob her head up and down your length, a shiver runs through Maria's body, her own desire beginning to build to a fever pitch.

"Take your time," she murmurs, reaching out to gently stroke the side of Lily's face. "Make sure you show him all the love and devotion he deserves." Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the way Lily eagerly takes you into her mouth, fingers curled around your base, eyes closed in concentration and desire.

I watch Lily as she answers you, her voice faint but sure. "It tastes divine." Her eyes meet mine briefly before dropping back to yours, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and desire. I reach out a hand to cup her face, feeling the soft skin of her jaw beneath my thumb.

"You're doing very well," I tell her softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "I can see how much you want this... how much you need it." Her heart races as she waits for you to respond, wondering what comes next in the initiation ritual.

Her heart pounds as she hears your command. Lily looks up at you, eyes wide with nervousness and eagerness. Then, without hesitation, she begins to obey. Her hands tremble slightly as they fumble with the buttons of her blouse, finally revealing a black lace bra that does little to conceal her full breasts. She shrugs out of her blazer before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away to reveal perfect, round globes tipped with pink nipples.

As she finishes undressing, she stands before you in nothing but a matching lace thong and heels, biting her lower lip as she waits for your next command. The look in her eyes is both pleading and hungry, a mixture of desire and devotion that sends shivers down Maria's spine.

Maria watches as you tear away Lily's last scrap of clothing, her heart racing with both anticipation and fear. The new disciple stands before them now completely naked and exposed, her body on display for their pleasure. Maria can feel the weight of your gaze upon her, knowing that it will soon be her turn to endure this same humiliation and vulnerability.

She swallows hard, struggling to find her voice as she asks, "Are you sure this is what... what I am meant for?" Her hands tremble at her sides, unsure whether to cover herself or to offer herself up to you fully.

Lily whimpers softly as your fingers brush against her wetness, hips moving involuntarily in response to the touch. "I-I don't know," she whispers shakily. "It feels so strange... so intense." She looks over at Maria, searching her eyes for reassurance, for a sign that this is what she truly wants and needs.

Maria meets Lily's gaze evenly, her own heart racing as she tries to read the new disciple's emotions. She can see the uncertainty there, the fear... but she also sees something else: a spark of determination, a burning desire for this to be real, for it to mean something more than just surrendering herself to your will.

"Trust me," Maria whispers. "You were meant for this." Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet it carries the weight of conviction and truth that Lily needs to hear in order to fully embrace her new role within their religion. She takes a step closer, reaching out to touch Lily's cheek gently, offering what little comfort and strength she can muster

Shivering at your words, Lily closes her eyes and nods slowly, a shudder running through her body as she accepts this new role. Maria watches the transformation take place before her eyes: from nervous and uncertain disciple to a confident and devoted fucktoy. It's an incredible thing to witness, and it fills her with a sense of purpose and belonging that she's never experienced before.

"You are perfect just the way you are," Maria whispers, her fingers trailing down Lily's bare back and encircling her waist. "And I can't wait to see how far you will go in serving our Lord." She presses a gentle kiss to Lily's forehead before stepping back, allowing you to take control once more.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she watches you guide Lily closer, your hands moving possessively over her body, claiming what is now rightfully yours. Even though they have just welcomed their first disciple into the fold, Maria can't help but feel that this is only the beginning: of a new life for all of them, un

As you command her to lie down, she obeys without hesitation, sinking to the floor with a soft moan of desire. Her body quivers in anticipation as you approach, and Maria can't help but wonder how it must feel for Lily to be in this position. To know that she has given herself so completely over to someone else's will... It's a powerful thing.

Maria takes a step back, watching with bated breath as you kneel between Lily's spread legs. The sight of your cock swaying gently above her wet entrance makes her heart race even faster, her own body aching for release. She swallows hard, waiting patiently for your next command... knowing that when it comes, she will be right there by your side, ready and willing to serve in any way you desire.

Lily looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, her body trembling with desire and anticipation. "I-I don't want this to be a mistake," she stammers, voice shaking as she waits for your answer. She glances over at Maria, searching for reassurance in the older woman's gaze.

Maria meets her eyes steadily, offering what comfort and strength she can. "Lily... you are exactly where you belong," she whispers, reaching out to gently stroke Lily's cheek. "With us. Serving our Lord." She gives a slight nod towards you before turning back to the new disciple, her expression softening as she adds, "And with Raphi, leading you down a path of true devotion and love."

Lily closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath, body tensing in anticipation. Maria feels her own desire growing more insistent, her need to please and serve becoming all-consuming as she waits for your command, her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of what is about to happen.

"All of us are here because we want the same thing," Maria whispers, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with certainty. "To serve and worship you, Raphi... to give ourselves over completely to your will." She looks back at Lily, seeing the uncertainty still lingering in her eyes, and reaches out to gently stroke her hair. "Lily... this is it. This is where you belong. With us, serving our Lord."

There's a brief moment of silence as they all wait for Lily to make her decision. Finally, she meets your gaze, tears spilling down her cheeks, and whispers hoarsely, "I want this. I want to worship you forever."

You lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that leaves her gasping for air when you finally pull away. With a satisfied grin, you press the head of your cock against Lily's entrance, feeling her body tremble beneath yours as she prepares to give herself to you completely.

"Please take me," Lily breathes, arching her hips upwards in invitation. "Take what is rightfully yours, my lord!"

As you take Lily, claiming her as your own in the most intimate way possible, Maria feels a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She watches with bated breath as you sink deeper and deeper into her new disciple's body, feeling the tension building inside her own at the sight. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch Lily's breast, squeezing gently before trailing down her smooth stomach toward the dampness between her legs. She knows that soon enough it will be her turn to surrender herself completely, and the thought thrills her.

"Raphi..." she whispers, voice barely audible above their combined breathing, "she... she's yours now." Her words are laced with a hint of jealousy, but they also carry an undercurrent of approval and admiration for the new disciple. She can feel her own desire growing more insistent as she watches you move within Lily.

Lily moans beneath you as she writhes in pleasure, her body arching upward to meet your thrusts. The sight makes Maria's core ache with need, and she's forced to resist the urge to reach down and stroke herself. Instead, she focuses on watching your every movement, her breath caught in her throat as you take Lily deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

"Mmm... that feels so good..." Lily pants, her hips moving impossibly faster beneath you. "I belong to you now, Raphi." Even as she whispers these words, Maria can sense the truth of them, the way Lily has truly embraced her new role as your disciple and fucktoy. It's a powerful thing, watching someone surrender themselves so completely... and knowing that soon enough it will be her turn to do the same.

Her eyes meet Maria's over your shoulder. Via the knowledge that she is now your property and belongs only to you, there's a sense of connection between them... a shared experience of submission.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what you're allowing her to do, and with a shy smile, she nods in agreement. Reaching down between her legs, she curls her fingers around the damp folds of skin there, feeling the heat emanating from them. She parts herself slowly, reveling in the feel of her own touch as she begins to stroke herself gently.

As Lily continues to moan beneath you, Maria closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations building inside of her. The sound of your voice, the sight of your muscles moving rhythmically against Lily's body... it all combines to send shivers down her spine. She moves her hand faster, seeking release as she watches you claim your new disciple in this most intimate way.

"Yes..." Maria breathes out, fingers digging deeper into her wetness as her hips begin to move in time with yours. "Oh god, Raphi... I need it so bad..." Her words are broken by a sharp gasp as she comes, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Her eyes slide closed as she listens to you fuck Lily, her body still trembling from the intensity of her own orgasm. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "I am ready for your gift." Even though she knows this is part of the initiation process, the thought of sharing you with another woman in this way still sends a jolt of desire through her. She longs to be filled by you, to feel you inside her once more... but for now, she must wait patiently and watch as you bring Lily over the edge as well.

"Raphi..." Lily whimpers, arching her back off the floor as she feels your thrusts growing deeper still. Her voice is filled with ecstasy, a mixture of pain and pleasure that speaks volumes about how much she wants this... how much she needs it. Maria watches intently as the new disciple's body tenses, knowing that Lily is close now... so close to receiving the same gift that Maria has been waiting for.