The church congregation of Consequence, NH, were infamously anti-lesbian. They produced hateful videos, picketed lesbian funerals, and generally made life terrible for any woman who happened to be attracted to other women.
But they had very strong loyalty to those within their church, and when pretty young Tara Lynn went missing, they went out of their minds with worry. A week later, it was Holly who was abducted.
Holly awoke in what appeared to be a dungeon, tied to a wooden pillar. To her alarm, the front of her clothes had been cut away, to expose her tits and pussy. She blushed; even considering she had been powerless to prevent it, she felt shamefully sinful to have her whore’s parts exposed like this.
She realised she was not alone. Across the room, kneeling, was a pretty blonde girl – her sister before God, the missing Tara Lynn. Tara’s hands were bound behind her back, and her own tits had been pulled out of her shirt and bra, flopping against her chest fully exposed. To Holly’s horror, an alligator clamp had been affixed to each nipple, its teeth biting painfully into her titflesh, and each was connected to wires running to what appeared to be a car battery.
A voice suddenly made itself known, playing over a public address speaker in a corner of the room. It was electronically distorted and anonymous, but Holly assumed it was a man. To her, it was a voice that sounded like Satan.
“Good morning, Holly,” said the voice. “Good morning, Tara. Welcome to my playroom. You’re here to make up for your sins.”
“What sins?” shouted Holly, unsure if the voice could even hear her. Maybe it did, or maybe it didn’t, but it went on.
“Your congregation has been awful and bigoted towards lesbians, and it’s time that you were punished for that. Look at poor, chaste little Tara Lynn, Holly. You care about her, don’t you?”
Tara looked at Holly pleadingly, begging her to say yes. It was easy – Holly did. All her congregation were her brothers and sisters before God. “Yes!” she said. “I care about her very much.”
“Good,” said the voice. “Because you’re going to let Tara Lynn lick your pussy, and you’re going to cum from it. If she refuses to lick you, she’s going to get some nasty electric shocks in her tits, and they’re going to continue until she plays along. And then, once her tongue is in your fuckhole, she’s going to get a shock every two minutes until she makes you orgasm.”
“That’s obscene!” protested Holly. “Lesbianism is a sin! You can’t make us!”
“God doesn’t care who licks whose pussy, Holly,” said the voice. “And I can’t make you, no. So if you want to sit there and watch Tara’s tits get shocked again and again until she wets herself and passes out, just concentrate on not cumming.”
“No!” said Holly again, but there was no further answer. The voice was gone.
Tara jumped suddenly. Holly realised she had been zapped. Tara looked up at Holly with sadness in her eyes, and said, “I’m sorry.” She began wiggling towards Holly on her knees. Holly heard a buzzing sound as Tara approached, and suddenly realised that Tara had an activated vibrator snugged into her cunt, held in place by her panties.
“No, Tara, please…” begged Holly. But Tara had reached her, and she felt the warmth of Tara’s breath on her groin, and then the wetness of Tara’s tongue begin probing her pussy.
She moaned. She hated this. She wasn’t a sinful gay. She had to pretend it wasn’t happening. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the feelings in her pussy.
She felt Tara jump, and squeal. Her tits had been zapped. A couple of minutes later, it happened again. Tara stopped licking and said, “Please, Holly, you have to try to cum.”
“It’s sinful!” protested Holly. But two minutes later, Tara twitched again, and started to cry as she desperately licked at Holly’s fuckhole.
Holly’s conscience got the better of her. She couldn’t let Tara be tortured. She tried to focus on erotic thoughts – big, strong handsome men, lifting her up, forcefully making her their wife. She pictured the priest of the church, and what might lie under his robes. She pictured (as she sometimes did when aroused, but told herself she did not) her brother, the fireman, and what he might do if he rescued her naked from a fire.
Her pussy grew wet, and once it did, Tara’s tongue began to feel good. Holly moaned, and then moaned again. She was a virgin, and never masturbated, and she had a lot of repressed sexual energy inside her. Tara’s tongue flicked Holly’s clit – and suddenly Holly was violently, humiliatingly, orgasming. She wept as she felt it hit her.
“Thank you,” said Tara gratefully. “Thank you, Holly, you’re the best.”
After that, time passed. A masked, androgynous figure entered, stripped both girls fully naked, hosed them down, and fed them a simple meal. Holly was returned to her position, and the electro-clamps were returned to Tara, this time on her clitoris and labia. Shortly afterwards, they were told to play the same game again – Tara getting shocked until she made Holly cum.
This time, Holly concentrated on being wet right from the start, and orgasmed quickly against Tara’s face. The game repeated every couple of hours, and soon Holly found herself becoming wet as soon as the voice started telling them to play.
After that, the masked figure moved them around. Now Tara was tied up, and Holly was free but for having her hands bound. The clamps on Tara were replaced by an electrified butt plug, which appeared to be no less painful. Now it was Holly’s turn to lick, and she licked eagerly and thoroughly, hoping to spare her fellow parishioner from any pain. There was a vibrator in Holly’s cunt for this, which turned on when the game began, and it let Holly cum while licking Tara’s pussy on each occasion.
After the fourth licking of Tara’s fuckhole, the voice told her she would be released now.
“You have done well, little lesbian-in-training,” it told her. “You can go back to your church now. But there is a catch. I am keeping Tara, because she is fun. I have a nice little area where she will have a Bible to read and food to eat and a bed to sleep in. I will dress her up to please me, and she will service me from time to time, but I will not be cruel.”
“BUT,” the voice continued, “I want you to send me a video, once every two days, to the email address I am going to give you. And that video will show you having lesbian sex with a woman. Your faces will be visible, you will be seen to orgasm, and your tits and cunts will be exposed. At least once a fortnight I want one of these videos to feature a woman you have not previously fucked.”
“If you be a good little lesbian and get into the habit of fucking girls, I will be nice to Tara,” the voice said. “But if you don’t, I’ll have her raped daily – by me, by men, maybe by animals. If you care about her, you’ll do as you’re told.”
Holly wept and sobbed, but she agreed that she would, for Tara’s sake. And the masked figure came and gave her the email address she was to send her degradation to, and drove her back to her house.
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After it was done, the masked figure returned to Tara, and took off its mask, revealing a ravishing redheaded woman.
“Well, that was fun,” the woman said. She moved to untie Tara’s hands.
Tara took the dildo out of her ass, bounded to her feet, and hugged the woman. “You were amazing, Robin,” she said, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
“Did you enjoy?” said Robin, smirking.
Tara bit her lip. “You know I love electro-play. And raping Holly was delicious. I can’t believe she’s really going to go out and become a cunt-licking whore now.”
“I know, right?” laughed Robin. “And if she doesn’t, I guess I’ll just have to ‘rape you’.” She squeezed Tara’s butt, and Tara giggled and kissed her again.
“But she deserves it,” Robin continued. “Your whole congregation does, just for the fact that they would have hated you if they knew you fucked girls. If you want, once we’ve got a month of footage on her, we can bring her back in, tell her the truth, and threaten to release the video if she doesn’t become your cunt-slave.”
“Next time *she* can wear the electric ass dildo,” chuckled Tara. “Okay, but who are we going to do next?”
“How about that spoiled 18-year-old brat with the rich daddy?’ said Robin. “The one who’s trying to get her friends to sign a chastity pledge…”
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