Chapter 23 Scarlett
Scarlett
“Before we release today, we have a special announcement,” Pastor Masters declared. “For those of you who are not Pillars or Leaders in this church, you may leave.”
I was tired. Mr. Bastrom and Mr. Alascer had come to my house last night. They liked me so much, they couldn’t help themselves, they had said.
Thomas’ friends had come over too, the day before last, and some of the sons of the Leaders of this church had also made some visits. His friends really liked taking me at the same time.
My lips hurt from being stretched so wide, my jaw felt bruised and swollen. My knees really hurt. I hadn’t slept in two days, and all I could taste was them.
The salt, the slime. I hated it.
I was so tired.
I blinked heavily as Pastor Masters said something else, and then suddenly, I was moving, or my body was. I felt as if I were floating. As if I were no longer connected to my own body.
I just wanted to sleep.
I walked up the steps to the stage and joined two pairs of shoes other than Thomas’. One was Pastor Masters, and the other was Azrael’s.
I blinked heavily, my eyes having a hard time opening back up.
“Look how lovely,” Pastor Masters crooned, his finger sliding under my chin only to lift it up.
I didn’t mind. It gave me a better excuse to keep my eyes closed.
“Beautiful specimen, created by God himself, just for this church. We all remember the day she was born, hmm?” he went on, letting my head fall back. “So young, so willing. We all loved her, some more than others.”
Love. It was another thing I hated. Love. A lie. A curse.
“We’ve all gotten a taste of what she had to offer until she became the prized possession of the Leaders. Thomas has been kind enough to let us have her whenever we’d like. Give it up for the generosity of my precious boy.”
Claps erupted across the church as if it were some kind of ceremony. As if me being watched and jerked off too was something worth celebrating.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, finally releasing my chin.
“In just a few months’ time,” he went on when the clapping died off, “they will be married off, and then things will shift around here in a way we might mourn, but as you all know now, we changed one of the rules regarding her. While most Favorites would be off-limits during the six months leading up to their marriage, we have made the decision to allow someone else to pick her as their Favorite. Thomas has been so kind to us, and now he is giving to us again. For the first time since her mother blessed us with the betrothal, she will have another owner. Mr. Thorin.”
I felt as if I was going to collapse.
“She will be his Favorite.”
So he could have his way with me too. Fine. I could do more. I could swallow more. I could suck more. It wasn’t that hard. I was used to it now.
Grumbles mixed with claps filled the area. Many weren’t happy, and I could understand why. They all wanted me. My mouth. My body. They wanted me all to themselves. How could they be happy when someone else had gotten me?
“Now, now, be excited for him. He’s been blessed by God himself, arriving just when we needed him.
He may not yet be a Leader, but he is our faithful transporter and that is held in equal regards, so you need to treat him with the respect he has earned.
With that being said, the rules still remain.
The Leaders get her first, Mr. Thorin gets her last. He will be given a key to her house, and he will have full access day and night, just as Thomas does.
Until, that is, the day of her marriage. ”
I wondered how many days I could go without sleep before I died. I hadn’t felt this tired last week, but I think it was wearing on me.
Pastor Masters finished off with a prayer before Thomas clicked his tongue and led me back down the stairs of the stage and towards the Back Hall.
I let him change me, let him lecture me, let him lead me to the room with the cameras and the lights where the Leaders and his father this time, awaited me.
The Leaders were never as cruel as the men Thomas’ age, but they tasted so much worse. Their grunts and groans haunted my nights, and the way they grabbed my ponytail made my skin crawl.
But I took it because I was supposed to. Because that was my job as the Blessed One in this church, my role. My purpose. That was who I was.
I was theirs.
All of theirs.
Shared forever until the day I died. Sometimes I wondered if God would force me to be shared in Heaven too. If that happened, I couldn’t imagine it feeling like any sort of Heaven I read about in the Good Book. I think…I think it would just feel like Hell.
When they were done, Thomas led me back to the room filled with clothes only for his father to stop us at the door. “Son.”
I swayed on my feet slightly, that taste still on my tongue, their cum still dripping down my face. My head was pounding in pain, my clothes disheveled. How much longer would my legs hold me up before I collapsed? What would they do to me if I was unconscious?
“Have you decided what you’re going to do once you are married?”
“We’ve gone over this, father,” he said on a huff.
“We’ve gone over possibilities, but with it being six months away, the other Leaders and I want to know the true plans.”
“I’m going to put some kids in her for the good of the church,” he finally said bitterly.
“But after that, you can have her. Hell, I don’t care if you share her while she’s pregnant, so long as you don’t harm the children.
You can have the girls, I’ll keep the boys.
After I get my last kid out of her, five, the church can have her, I don’t care.
Scrape the reproductive organs out of her and do what you want.
She’s impure. She’s had cocks in her mouth that weren’t mine, sucked them like the whore she is.
She has been marked. Do what you want with her, just leave the breeding to me. ”
They were going to take my children?
His dad was quiet a moment. “May I?”
Thomas must have waved him on because the next thing I knew, he was right in front of me, tracing his old, dried fingers up my arm, over my shoulder, and towards my neck.
My already uneasy stomach twisted. I didn’t want him touching me. I didn’t want anyone touching me.
“I’ve felt your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock,” he said, his voice low, “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy wrapped around it too.”
Suddenly his other hand was between my legs, grabbing hold of my private part in a feeble grip.
I was shocked, horrified, but my body knew exactly how to react.
I did nothing. Revealed nothing. I didn’t gasp or swallow or even twitch, but I hated every minute of it.
I knew I still had the ability to cry, but my eyes were dry today. Why cry? This wouldn’t stop. It would never stop.
He leaned in until his chamomile breath touched my ear. “I bet it’s as tight as your ass.” He leaned back. “Something you should keep in mind, young one. Charles is an ass man.”
“Okay, dad,” Thomas said on a breath. “He has specifications. I need time to dress her.”
He sounded more annoyed than usual, and I could understand why. His hatred for Azrael was unmatched. Knowing that he had to share me with him must have pained him.
That brought me a small amount of relief. At least he was miserable too.
Pastor Masters squeezed my privates, jiggling his hand a little before finally releasing me and stepping back. “We were truly blessed, son.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “See you soon.” He opened the door and clicked his tongue.
I walked into the room in a daze. Azrael was expecting me to be my best, and I would give him what I could, take the punishment for failing him when it happened. I wondered what his punishments would be. I wondered what his rules would be. I was his Favorite now, so they might have changed.
Years ago, I had been so excited at the possibility of being his Favorite.
Now? I think that I would have been more excited before I had become so impure.
Before my soul was so exhausted, but how could I be excited about something like this?
I wasn’t free. I was simply being transferred from one cage to another.
Thomas watched me as he forced me to clean myself up.
When I was done, he exchanged my clothes for a short dress, stockings, and black boots.
He took my tangled ponytail out, ripped at my hair until all the tangles were gone, and shook it out until it fell around my face and down my back, the strands soft against my skin.
Finally, he put a necklace on me. A silver chain with a large red heart.
I paused at that, seeing it rest between my breasts. It was so shiny that it glowed. The dress was white and red, the top of it covering only half of my breasts, falling to mid-thigh, the stockings white with blue stripes, rolled up over my knees. The black boots even had silver buckles.
It was almost exactly what I had always dreamed of wearing. Not as much red as I would have liked, but close enough to make me wonder if maybe he could truly read my mind.
Thomas stepped back after finishing my makeup, and sighed, taking me in.
“I don’t understand people’s tastes.” After a moment, he clicked his tongue.
“You know the rules,” he told me, leading me out the door.
“Being a Favorite doesn’t mean he has the right to touch you anymore than the Leaders.
You’re still somewhat pure, if he ruins that, I’ll send you straight to Absolution. Is that understood?”
I hoped he understood that his father granted Azrael this access.
I was his Favorite now too. He could do what he wanted to me and face no repercussions.
Not that any of the Leaders had ever had repercussions, but this was different.
Pastor Masters would stop Thomas from punishing me for Azrael doing exactly what he was allowed to do.
But when had the rules ever protected me?
I followed him down the hall, my feet grateful for the shift in footwear.