The Christian Women Against Lesbianism conference was supposed to be a triumph of conservative political grassroots activism, but unfortunately hackers had penetrated the organisation’s servers and added powerful subliminals to all of the conference presentations.
The women in the audience tried to focus on what they were being told, but as the day progressed, persistent messages ran through their mind louder and stronger. “Big-titted Christian women are lesbian cows.” “Show the world you are lesbian whores.” “Lez off with your pretty big-uddered Christian sisters.”
Starting with the largest-boobed women, the conference-goers began to desert the lecture halls, staggering back to their hotel rooms. When they encountered other women on the way, they found themselves unable to resist rubbing up against them, crushing their tits against the other woman’s, penetrating their mouth with her tongue.
In pairs, or even threesomes, the women found themselves urgently stripping their clothes and falling naked onto their hotel beds, writhing against their new lesbian lovers. Hotel doors were left open for passers-by to look in on the festivities. Some women, not knowing why they were doing it, even took pains to prop the doors open, or to fuck on the floor to be more visible.
Nothing had changed in their belief system; the women were crying with humiliation and knowledge of their sin as they tongued each other’s wet cunts and needily rubbed their pussies in the faces of women. They tried to control themselves, but they couldn’t, just as they couldn’t stop themselves setting up their phones to film their degradation, and just as they couldn’t stop themselves uploading the results to Facebook and to every porn site they could find, always attached to their real name, phone number, place of work and home address.
With each lick of another woman’s cunt, they became more certain they were going to hell. With each lesbian orgasm, they became more convinced that they deserved to be raped, to be humiliated, to be dehumanised. Some of them formed pairs or circles to spank each other’s asses or pussies, or beat each other’s tits, or pinch each other’s clits, in a desperate attempt to punish each other for their sinfulness, but these inevitably devolved into further sessions of desperate, whorish lesbian sex.
By the time the second day came, they returned to the scheduled sessions flushed with shame. Most of them wore no underwear, compelled by an urge they didn’t understand to go bare-cunted. Many still had the cunt juices of their lover shining wetly on their faces. They all knew they deserved punishment for their sins.
Which was perfect, because the subliminals planted in the second day had a lot to say to the women about learning to be sexually dominated, orgasming from physical abuse, and deliberately degrading and humiliating themselves for sexual pleasure.
At the end of the conference, the confused, humiliated, sex-crazed women had managed to agree on a single thing – that they needed another conference, as soon as possible after this one, at which they could discuss how to be even sluttier and more debased with their lesbian lovers – and how to get the world to see them and treat them as the disgusting sinful cunt-licking fucktoys that they so clearly were…
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