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Avenging the
Handmaidens: Part 1
A
story about religion, a young girl and original sin.
By
Carole_n_Nice.
Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
My
name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious
community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our
religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most
main stream religions view us as a sect at best.
Our
main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe;
Eve
was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden.
She
copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam.
Sometime
afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the
forbidden fruit, (Not an apple).
Adam
and Eve were exiled from Eden because of incest between the mother
and her son.
The Original
sin that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son.
Within
our religious group, we can go to heaven by serving a penalty.
Women
are on the lowest rung of our social caste because it is our fault
for being thrown out of Eden in the first place. If we do well in the
immediate life, we come back as men. If we do well as a man, then we
are allowed into Heaven. You can also go to heaven, (even if you are
a woman), if you are awarded sainthood. This is very seldom done.
There
are three ranks of hierarchy within our church, (only men are allowed
ranking).
Elder,
(the basic priesthood open to all men 18 and older).
Bishop
would be in charge of a group of members of about 200 families.
Prelate,
there are only twelve prelates. The religion allows polygamy for
Bishops and Prelates.
I
am a small, petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and a 32-A bust). I
dress as all my sisters dress; a plain dress, (black, blue, grey of
sometimes a small flowered pattern for special occasions). Our
dresses normally fall midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a
white starched apron and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and
ties under the chin. The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women
of purity. It must be worn at all times in the presence of any man
except one's husband.
I
live with a family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and
myself). I am the youngest at eighteen. My sister Prudence is also
eighteen but ten months older than I am. My brothers range in age
from Thomas (26), Mathew (25), Luke (23) and John (21). My father is
60 and my mother is 46.
Chastity’s
First Eden Rites
On
my eighteenth birthday, my mother gathered my sister and me for my
"First Eden Rites." We follow her into my mother's bedroom
and kneel to say our prayers. After about 15 minutes of prayers, my
mother calls us to our feet and starts my oral exam to ensure that I
am schooled and an appropriate Catechumen.
"Chastity,
What are you?"
I
nervously take a breath. I've study our bible for years and can
recite it by heart. I'm still nervous but I know I'll pass.
"I
am a Woman, mother."
"I
created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible
for having us exiled from Eden."
"Chastity,
as a woman, how will you atone for your sins?"
"Mother,
I
will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey my husband, my
ordained Elders and my Father in all things."
"I will
work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach
the next step of reincarnated manhood."
My
mother smiled at me and said, "What is the Doctrine and
Covenants of the Eden Conference?"
I,
in great detail, explain the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden
Conference.
"Because
women are sinners, we must obey men,"
"Because
we believe in the sisterhood and the privilege of polygamy,"
"Often
times there will not be enough women to be wives to all our ordained
elders,"
"The
Eden Conference may be called by my father, husband or an ordained
Bishop, so that men may relieve themselves with us sinners."
"I am
to do all things required of me during the Eden Conference and
display my love for our Lord through unquestioning obedience."
"Chastity,"
my mother said, "and what will happen tonight?"
"My
father will call my first Eden Conference with men of his choosing."
"I will be accompanied by you into the conference and I will
make you proud of me," I smile to my mother.
At
this point my mother has us kneel and pray again. About thirty
minutes later, my final training session will begin. After prayers,
my sister and I go to our closet and get our "Oral Sticks."
These are smooth wooden sculptures that are shaped like a man's
penis, (My sister assures me that they are quite realistic looking as
I have never actually seen a man undressed.) We use these "oral
sticks" as a learning tool so that we might satisfy a man with
our mouths.
I
follow my sister's lead and take the stick into my mouth. I lick the
head of it so that it glistens with my saliva. I take it tighter in
my hand and I push it in and out of my mouth to simulate a man taking
his pleasure inside my mouth. I suck along the shaft of the stick,
ensuring my teeth never touch the smooth wood and that my lips create
a suction that is supposed to stimulate a man. My mother holds a bag
to the bottom of the wooden penis. I lick the two suspended balls and
pump the penis with my hand as I do so.
"You
will do well, Chastity." "Prudence, you have been through
this and have enough experience." "If you wish to leave and
finish your chores, you may."
My
sister looks at me with questioning eyes. I know she wants to be
there for me but it really isn't necessary. If I am not ready for
this day by now, I never will be. I just nod to her that she may take
her leave.
"Thank
you, Mother." Prudence puts her oral stick back and leaves for
her chores.
"Chastity,
it is getting late." "You need to bathe and put on your
Acceptance Dress." "Let us practice your self-stimulation
so that you will be prepared when a man enters you." "Just
do it with your dress on so we can prepare you."
I
nod at my mother and go to the bed. Pushing myself up to the pillows,
I lay down. I reach for my long skirts and pull them up over my hips.
I put my fingers into the waist band of my bloomer panties and pull
them down off my legs. I bend my legs at the knees and open my legs.
My hand travels across my lower tummy, below my bunched up skirt and
across my mound. I open my lips and use my digit finger to find my
clitoris. My finger moves across it and then underneath, Stimulating
myself. My palm presses against my mound and my hips involuntarily
push upward against it. I take my middle finger and lightly insert
inside my vagina. My juices wet its tip showing I can make a man's
way easy for him. My mother nods at me.
"Daughter
Chastity, you know how to do this." "This is not for your
pleasure but for that of a man." "We need to go and have
you shave down there so that you look like the virgin you are, and
bath." "It is time for final preparation."
My
mother leads me to the bathroom. I am surprised that my sister has
already drawn me a scented bath and left the shaving tools on top of
a towel by the sink. I pick up the razor and my hand shakes. My
mother laughs and grabs it from me.
"I
think you had better let me do the shaving." "I expect you
will have enough blood between your legs after the Eden Conference,"
she says with a smile. "We don't need you to slice yourself up
so that you need stitches."
My
mother washes me with hot water, first. She takes soap and applies it
all over my mound and commences to shave what little hair that I have
on my vagina, off. She repeats the hot water and soap several times
before she has me completely bald. I have to admit it feels funny.
I
jump into the tub, scented with some lilac oil. My mother washes me.
I am scrubbed from head to toe and it feels wonderful.
Finally,
it is time. My mother towels me down, and brushes my hair out. She
helps me put my bloomer panties on and a very plain white bra. I help
her with the dress being placed over my head, and turn for her to
button the back. I look in the mirror and I am in perfectly white
dress. My mom ties my apron on, hands me a bonnet that I tie under my
chin and I'm ready.
As
we walk to the room where the Eden conference will take place, I
start to get nervous again. "Mother, do you know who or how many
will attend the Eden Conference," I ask.
My
mother shakes her head. "I don't know, really." "Your
father had four at Prudence's ceremony." "I had five at
mine." "When your father and I got married, I was 19 and he
was 33." "His father was a Bishop and ordered an Eden
Conference for our wedding night." "There were only three
that night, the Bishop being one of them." "Your father
loves you above all, much to his disgrace, but he does." "You
are small so I suspect he will keep it to no more than three."
I
nodded and reached the latch on the door where the Eden Conference
would occur. As the door opened, I bent my head to the floor and
dropped to my knees.
"What
do you wish, Daughter," I heard my father say.
"I wish
to cleanse the conference of my sins with my body, Father, and to go
onto the next level in the next life," I replied.
"And
what will you do in order to achieve this?"
"I will
obey you in all things, Father, and do you honor."
He
nodded and told me to raise my head. I raised my head and scanned the
room. There were three men in the room, My Father, My Uncle Augustine
and Prelate Matthias. My father brought a Prelate to my Eden
conference! This was a great honor to our family. Prelate Matthias
was 82, married with three wives over a life time. He had outlived
two of them. His current wife, Sister Evangeline was the first living
woman to be sainted in the last fifty years. This was a great honor
indeed.
"Daughter
Chastity, you may take your clothes off for us," my father said.
My
mother immediately stepped behind me to assist with the many buttons
on the back of my dress. She first removed my apron and folded it on
the table. I then felt the buttons on my back being unfastened. After
a moment, the garment was ready to be removed. My mother slipped it
off my shoulders and down my arms. As my dress reached the bottom of
my feet, I stepped out of it and my mother pulled it away. I stood in
front of three men, in my bra, bloomer panties and bonnet.
My
father cleared his throat indicating to my mother that she should
finish. I felt her unhook my bra strap and pull it down along my
arms. My breast were free, small but free, in front of three men.
Being stared at for the first time in my young life.
I
felt my Mother reach for my panties and a small, old voice
interrupting. In an almost squeaky voice, Prelate Matthias said, "Let
her take off her own sin protective," referring to my panties.
I
nodded, reached for my waist band and pulled my panties down my legs.
I kicked my panties off and stood modestly, my hands covering my
vagina. I looked at my father and Uncle. I could see they wanted to
please the Prelate. There was lots of benefits to this honor.
The
Prelate turned to my father, looked him straight in the eyes and
said, "Have her take off her bonnet."
My
mother gasped. I was in shock. This was a disaster. Only a husband
would normally tell his wife to uncloak her hair. It was meant for a
night of debauchery which was not something we embraced as a
religion. I stood there and just shook my head "NO"
My
mother shouted out and stood in front of me, "NO! This is not
for anyone but Chastity's husband."
My
father slammed his hand down on his desk. "SILENCE." "Who
are you two sinners to dictate to a Prelate, what can be done!"
"This is a holy man and you two are just whores that got all of
us thrown out of Eden." "You, WOMAN," looking at my
mother, "will remove her bonnet and stop insulting us!"
My
mother moved in front of me. We both looked at each other with tears
in our eyes. She kissed me on my lips, whispered, "I love you."
And untied my bonnet. She took the piece of fabric off my head and
brushed my hair over my shoulders with her hands. I tried to control
myself from crying. My Mother just comforted me and said, "Quiet,
it is only but a hat."
I
nodded, my tears dropping on my breast. This was supposed to be a
joyous day. A day I joined the congregation but instead, I've been
force to remove my bonnet. To declare I am but a whore? This is
beyond what our covenants demand.
I
stood there nude in front of them. I watched my own father, almost in
tears from the embarrassment of his daughter forced to remove her
bonnet. I could not read my uncles face but the Prelate? His face was
joyous!
My
father broke the silence. "Take the position in front of his
holiness, the prelate."
I
walked over to this holy man. I got on my knees and assume the
position of prayer and supplication. Prelate Matthias gestured for me
to remove his pants. I took his belt and unfastened it. I undid his
pants button and pulled his zipper down. I tugged at his baggy pants
and got them down his legs and off. He had a pair of religious
undergarments on that were satiny and came down to his knees. I
wrestled them off his wide hips and pulled them free. I saw a man's
penis for the first time in my life. It was standing firm and pulsed
involuntarily every so often.
"Sister
Chastity, you may stimulate me orally," I heard him say.
I
reached over and grabbed his cock as I had been taught. I took it in
my mouth and let my tongue flow over it. I tasted a bit of saltiness
of his pre cum on the tip of my tongue. He pushed harder on my head
and I took him full into my mouth fully; my lips sucking on him as I
moved up and down on his shaft.
Looking
down at me, Prelate Mathias asked, "Why are you sucking on my
cock?"
I
stopped for a moment, looked up at him and repea
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By Dawkins BlogAvenging the
Handmaidens: Part 1
A
story about religion, a young girl and original sin.
By
Carole_n_Nice.
Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
My
name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious
community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our
religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most
main stream religions view us as a sect at best.
Our
main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe;
Eve
was the first person to inhabit our earth in the Garden of Eden.
She
copulated with God and out of that union was born Adam.
Sometime
afterward, she also copulated with her son, Adam. Adam was the
forbidden fruit, (Not an apple).
Adam
and Eve were exiled from Eden because of incest between the mother
and her son.
The Original
sin that was committed by Eve was the seduction of her son.
Within
our religious group, we can go to heaven by serving a penalty.
Women
are on the lowest rung of our social caste because it is our fault
for being thrown out of Eden in the first place. If we do well in the
immediate life, we come back as men. If we do well as a man, then we
are allowed into Heaven. You can also go to heaven, (even if you are
a woman), if you are awarded sainthood. This is very seldom done.
There
are three ranks of hierarchy within our church, (only men are allowed
ranking).
Elder,
(the basic priesthood open to all men 18 and older).
Bishop
would be in charge of a group of members of about 200 families.
Prelate,
there are only twelve prelates. The religion allows polygamy for
Bishops and Prelates.
I
am a small, petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and a 32-A bust). I
dress as all my sisters dress; a plain dress, (black, blue, grey of
sometimes a small flowered pattern for special occasions). Our
dresses normally fall midway between our knees and ankles. We wear a
white starched apron and a fabric bonnet that lays on the hair and
ties under the chin. The bonnet is sacred and mandated for all women
of purity. It must be worn at all times in the presence of any man
except one's husband.
I
live with a family of six siblings, (four brothers, a sister, and
myself). I am the youngest at eighteen. My sister Prudence is also
eighteen but ten months older than I am. My brothers range in age
from Thomas (26), Mathew (25), Luke (23) and John (21). My father is
60 and my mother is 46.
Chastity’s
First Eden Rites
On
my eighteenth birthday, my mother gathered my sister and me for my
"First Eden Rites." We follow her into my mother's bedroom
and kneel to say our prayers. After about 15 minutes of prayers, my
mother calls us to our feet and starts my oral exam to ensure that I
am schooled and an appropriate Catechumen.
"Chastity,
What are you?"
I
nervously take a breath. I've study our bible for years and can
recite it by heart. I'm still nervous but I know I'll pass.
"I
am a Woman, mother."
"I
created the first sin against our beloved lord and I am responsible
for having us exiled from Eden."
"Chastity,
as a woman, how will you atone for your sins?"
"Mother,
I
will pray daily for our salvation, I will obey my husband, my
ordained Elders and my Father in all things."
"I will
work for them to be accepted into heaven and I will strive to reach
the next step of reincarnated manhood."
My
mother smiled at me and said, "What is the Doctrine and
Covenants of the Eden Conference?"
I,
in great detail, explain the Doctrine and Covenants of the Eden
Conference.
"Because
women are sinners, we must obey men,"
"Because
we believe in the sisterhood and the privilege of polygamy,"
"Often
times there will not be enough women to be wives to all our ordained
elders,"
"The
Eden Conference may be called by my father, husband or an ordained
Bishop, so that men may relieve themselves with us sinners."
"I am
to do all things required of me during the Eden Conference and
display my love for our Lord through unquestioning obedience."
"Chastity,"
my mother said, "and what will happen tonight?"
"My
father will call my first Eden Conference with men of his choosing."
"I will be accompanied by you into the conference and I will
make you proud of me," I smile to my mother.
At
this point my mother has us kneel and pray again. About thirty
minutes later, my final training session will begin. After prayers,
my sister and I go to our closet and get our "Oral Sticks."
These are smooth wooden sculptures that are shaped like a man's
penis, (My sister assures me that they are quite realistic looking as
I have never actually seen a man undressed.) We use these "oral
sticks" as a learning tool so that we might satisfy a man with
our mouths.
I
follow my sister's lead and take the stick into my mouth. I lick the
head of it so that it glistens with my saliva. I take it tighter in
my hand and I push it in and out of my mouth to simulate a man taking
his pleasure inside my mouth. I suck along the shaft of the stick,
ensuring my teeth never touch the smooth wood and that my lips create
a suction that is supposed to stimulate a man. My mother holds a bag
to the bottom of the wooden penis. I lick the two suspended balls and
pump the penis with my hand as I do so.
"You
will do well, Chastity." "Prudence, you have been through
this and have enough experience." "If you wish to leave and
finish your chores, you may."
My
sister looks at me with questioning eyes. I know she wants to be
there for me but it really isn't necessary. If I am not ready for
this day by now, I never will be. I just nod to her that she may take
her leave.
"Thank
you, Mother." Prudence puts her oral stick back and leaves for
her chores.
"Chastity,
it is getting late." "You need to bathe and put on your
Acceptance Dress." "Let us practice your self-stimulation
so that you will be prepared when a man enters you." "Just
do it with your dress on so we can prepare you."
I
nod at my mother and go to the bed. Pushing myself up to the pillows,
I lay down. I reach for my long skirts and pull them up over my hips.
I put my fingers into the waist band of my bloomer panties and pull
them down off my legs. I bend my legs at the knees and open my legs.
My hand travels across my lower tummy, below my bunched up skirt and
across my mound. I open my lips and use my digit finger to find my
clitoris. My finger moves across it and then underneath, Stimulating
myself. My palm presses against my mound and my hips involuntarily
push upward against it. I take my middle finger and lightly insert
inside my vagina. My juices wet its tip showing I can make a man's
way easy for him. My mother nods at me.
"Daughter
Chastity, you know how to do this." "This is not for your
pleasure but for that of a man." "We need to go and have
you shave down there so that you look like the virgin you are, and
bath." "It is time for final preparation."
My
mother leads me to the bathroom. I am surprised that my sister has
already drawn me a scented bath and left the shaving tools on top of
a towel by the sink. I pick up the razor and my hand shakes. My
mother laughs and grabs it from me.
"I
think you had better let me do the shaving." "I expect you
will have enough blood between your legs after the Eden Conference,"
she says with a smile. "We don't need you to slice yourself up
so that you need stitches."
My
mother washes me with hot water, first. She takes soap and applies it
all over my mound and commences to shave what little hair that I have
on my vagina, off. She repeats the hot water and soap several times
before she has me completely bald. I have to admit it feels funny.
I
jump into the tub, scented with some lilac oil. My mother washes me.
I am scrubbed from head to toe and it feels wonderful.
Finally,
it is time. My mother towels me down, and brushes my hair out. She
helps me put my bloomer panties on and a very plain white bra. I help
her with the dress being placed over my head, and turn for her to
button the back. I look in the mirror and I am in perfectly white
dress. My mom ties my apron on, hands me a bonnet that I tie under my
chin and I'm ready.
As
we walk to the room where the Eden conference will take place, I
start to get nervous again. "Mother, do you know who or how many
will attend the Eden Conference," I ask.
My
mother shakes her head. "I don't know, really." "Your
father had four at Prudence's ceremony." "I had five at
mine." "When your father and I got married, I was 19 and he
was 33." "His father was a Bishop and ordered an Eden
Conference for our wedding night." "There were only three
that night, the Bishop being one of them." "Your father
loves you above all, much to his disgrace, but he does." "You
are small so I suspect he will keep it to no more than three."
I
nodded and reached the latch on the door where the Eden Conference
would occur. As the door opened, I bent my head to the floor and
dropped to my knees.
"What
do you wish, Daughter," I heard my father say.
"I wish
to cleanse the conference of my sins with my body, Father, and to go
onto the next level in the next life," I replied.
"And
what will you do in order to achieve this?"
"I will
obey you in all things, Father, and do you honor."
He
nodded and told me to raise my head. I raised my head and scanned the
room. There were three men in the room, My Father, My Uncle Augustine
and Prelate Matthias. My father brought a Prelate to my Eden
conference! This was a great honor to our family. Prelate Matthias
was 82, married with three wives over a life time. He had outlived
two of them. His current wife, Sister Evangeline was the first living
woman to be sainted in the last fifty years. This was a great honor
indeed.
"Daughter
Chastity, you may take your clothes off for us," my father said.
My
mother immediately stepped behind me to assist with the many buttons
on the back of my dress. She first removed my apron and folded it on
the table. I then felt the buttons on my back being unfastened. After
a moment, the garment was ready to be removed. My mother slipped it
off my shoulders and down my arms. As my dress reached the bottom of
my feet, I stepped out of it and my mother pulled it away. I stood in
front of three men, in my bra, bloomer panties and bonnet.
My
father cleared his throat indicating to my mother that she should
finish. I felt her unhook my bra strap and pull it down along my
arms. My breast were free, small but free, in front of three men.
Being stared at for the first time in my young life.
I
felt my Mother reach for my panties and a small, old voice
interrupting. In an almost squeaky voice, Prelate Matthias said, "Let
her take off her own sin protective," referring to my panties.
I
nodded, reached for my waist band and pulled my panties down my legs.
I kicked my panties off and stood modestly, my hands covering my
vagina. I looked at my father and Uncle. I could see they wanted to
please the Prelate. There was lots of benefits to this honor.
The
Prelate turned to my father, looked him straight in the eyes and
said, "Have her take off her bonnet."
My
mother gasped. I was in shock. This was a disaster. Only a husband
would normally tell his wife to uncloak her hair. It was meant for a
night of debauchery which was not something we embraced as a
religion. I stood there and just shook my head "NO"
My
mother shouted out and stood in front of me, "NO! This is not
for anyone but Chastity's husband."
My
father slammed his hand down on his desk. "SILENCE." "Who
are you two sinners to dictate to a Prelate, what can be done!"
"This is a holy man and you two are just whores that got all of
us thrown out of Eden." "You, WOMAN," looking at my
mother, "will remove her bonnet and stop insulting us!"
My
mother moved in front of me. We both looked at each other with tears
in our eyes. She kissed me on my lips, whispered, "I love you."
And untied my bonnet. She took the piece of fabric off my head and
brushed my hair over my shoulders with her hands. I tried to control
myself from crying. My Mother just comforted me and said, "Quiet,
it is only but a hat."
I
nodded, my tears dropping on my breast. This was supposed to be a
joyous day. A day I joined the congregation but instead, I've been
force to remove my bonnet. To declare I am but a whore? This is
beyond what our covenants demand.
I
stood there nude in front of them. I watched my own father, almost in
tears from the embarrassment of his daughter forced to remove her
bonnet. I could not read my uncles face but the Prelate? His face was
joyous!
My
father broke the silence. "Take the position in front of his
holiness, the prelate."
I
walked over to this holy man. I got on my knees and assume the
position of prayer and supplication. Prelate Matthias gestured for me
to remove his pants. I took his belt and unfastened it. I undid his
pants button and pulled his zipper down. I tugged at his baggy pants
and got them down his legs and off. He had a pair of religious
undergarments on that were satiny and came down to his knees. I
wrestled them off his wide hips and pulled them free. I saw a man's
penis for the first time in my life. It was standing firm and pulsed
involuntarily every so often.
"Sister
Chastity, you may stimulate me orally," I heard him say.
I
reached over and grabbed his cock as I had been taught. I took it in
my mouth and let my tongue flow over it. I tasted a bit of saltiness
of his pre cum on the tip of my tongue. He pushed harder on my head
and I took him full into my mouth fully; my lips sucking on him as I
moved up and down on his shaft.
Looking
down at me, Prelate Mathias asked, "Why are you sucking on my
cock?"
I
stopped for a moment, looked up at him and repea