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Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 2

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Avenging the
Handmaidens: Part 2
Chastity draws
the attention of the Council of Twelve.

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Prudence

and I were at a loss on what was going on. My Mother knew. With great
dignity she walked to the crucifix with the wooden man's penis
embedded in it and stepped on a small stool. She stepped over it, her
legs straddling the cross and took a deep breath. She slowly impaled
herself on the wooden penis. I could see her biting her lip and
closing her eyelids as she pushed herself down onto it.

My

sister and I just looked at her as Ste. Evangeline pulled her down on
top of the cross and tied her hands spread across the arm lengths. My
mother was pushed over on a cross that had a penis embedded inside
her and tied arm spread to the cross sides.

Ste.

Evangeline began to take an evergreen branch and commence to spank my
mother with it, causing deep red marks across her. My mother started
to say her forgiveness prayers.

I

heard a sound, paying no attention to it until Prudence shook me to
pay attention. I looked up and one of the Prelates restated his
demand. My sister and I were to strip and offer ourselves to the Holy
One! Both of us looked at each other in amazement at this great
honor. Could he even do anything at 92? I blinked past my
sacrilegious thought and felt my sister turn me away from her so she
could unbutton my dress. When she finished, I unbuttoned hers, also.

I

took my dress down from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I
was still somewhat shy but I looked at prudence who had already
removed her shift. I quickly reached down and pulled my shift over my
head. I caught my breath for a second, while I stood in my bra and
bloomer panties. Prudence had already cleared her clothing from her
body. I felt someone reaching and unfastening my bra and turned my
head to see Prudence working hurriedly.

She

bent to my ear and said, "We are in the Council of Twelve."
"We must hurry!"

I

nodded and reached into the waist band of my panties and pulled them
down off my legs. My sister grasped my hand as we stood in front of
the Council of 12, naked. I heard the swish of branches and a gasp...
Remembering my mother was getting spanked by Ste. Evangeline. Her
rear end was red and swollen from the evergreen branches penetrating
her skin.

One

of the Prelates came up to my sister Prudence and pulled her away
with him. I looked up and saw the "Holy One" beckon to me
so as to sit beside him. I moved over to the elderly man and he
patted the seat. I sat down, nodded and acknowledged him, "Your
Eminence."

He

smiled at me and said, "We must have an anointing ceremony for
your mother firsts." "After that, you will have to take me
in your mouth." He smiled and with a wink said, "I haven't
given seed to anyone in twelve years." "You just need to
suck on it and I'll fake the rest." "This will not be
difficult for you."

I

nodded. I heard a door open and a very big man dressed to be a bull
entered. He snorted and mounted the cross in front of my mother. His
penis was huge.

Two

of the prelates came to each side of my mother while Ste. Evangeline
continued to whip her with the evergreen branches. I was getting
nervous that my mother would be permanently scarred when one of the
prelates raised his hand and called for prayer. My sister, who was
doing one of the Prelate's orally, immediately took the penis from
her mouth. She assumed the prayer position. I dropped onto my knees
and did the same. The Prelate on her left side of my mother anointed
her with oil on her forehead and each of her buttocks. When he had
finished, the other one sprinkled holy water over her and gave her a
baptismal blessing.

When

they had finished, a man dressed as a bull entered the room. Our
baptismal fonts all have a large bull built over them. They represent
fertility and the hope of atonement in heaven. The man in the bull
costume straddled the cross and presented his penis to my mother's
mouth. She prayed a moment and then took his penis inside her mouth.
Sliding up and down on it with her lips. I heard a sigh and the holy
one was beside my ear, "It is time sister Chastity."

I

nodded and fell to my knees. I unbuckled his belt and fumbled with
his button on the pants he wore. I finally got them undone, unzipped,
and pulled his pants down off his legs. I reached into underwear and
took out his cock. It was very large but lay flaccid in my hand. I
licked around its head and took him into my mouth. His hand stroked
my head affectionately, He was large, I thought, within my limited
knowledge base. I sucked him into my mouth with very limited results.

I

could hear my mother groaning and the sound of the swish as she was
still spanked by Ste. Evangeline. I couldn't see her and had no idea
if she was being hurt. I stayed on my knees and sucked the Holy One's
penis. Slowly, I felt some movement from it as it seemed to get more
firm. I took both of my hands and held him as I licked the bottom of
his shaft. I could feel his hand redirect my head back onto his penis
and I sucked the head back into my mouth. I moved my hand up and down
his length as I sucked him harder.

"Put

your finger inside me, Child," I heard him whisper.

I

wet my finegr with my tongue and moved it between the cheeks of his
rear. My middle finger explored between the cheeks looking for his
hole. He adjusted his hips so I could move inside him. My finger
slowly pressed into him and I could feel him start to move onto my
finger. He slowly started rocking onto my finger as it plunged fully
into him.

I

could feel him becoming hard in my mouth as my finger copulated with
his butt. He was actually becoming very hard and I could hear him
start to moan as he pressed my mouth onto him. I realized that I had
the Holy One in my mouth and that he was hard for the first time in
over a decade.

I

heard him order, "Put a pillow under her stomach!"

I

was unsure who he was talking about but he pushed me away from his
swollen penis and I semi fell into a sitting position. I watched as
this ninety two (92) year old man straddled the cross behind my
mother. He lifted her hips higher on the pillow that was under her
stomach and entered her vagina from the rear. My mother immediately
screamed in pleasure. I never heard my mother scream so loudly. He
pushed himself deeper into my mother and rutted with her as I had
seen animals on the farm do. Suddenly, he stood higher, and pushed
his hips deeper inside my mother. He moaned as he pulled my mother
towards him.

My

mother closed her eyes, and moaned, "Please, Holy One."
"Please I beg you to fuck me with your anointed cock," my
mother begged." "Holy One!" "I'm coming!"
"Blessed one... I'm Coming!"

I

remember there was a blinding flash. We all saw it and I think were
rendered unconscious by it. When I came too, we were all disoriented.
My mother seemed to be in a trance on the cross. The Holy One was the
only one with his wits about him.

He

stood up and simply said, "I have given this woman my seed."
"We have business to do."

With

that the remaining eleven Prelates followed him into the conclave
room.

We

untied my mother from the prone cross that she was on. She still
seemed to be outside herself. Prudence and I dressed my mother and
called my father to take us home. He arrived and helped us to get
mother into his car. We explained to my Father what had happened and
he just nodded. I don't know if he understood it, feared it, or was
mystified by it.

My

mother remained in this state. She would sing and say prayers. She
did no housework, cook or greet any of us. She constantly pleasant
but not with us. Prudence and I bathed and fed her. She ate little
but enough to sustain her.

Sunday

before services, Prelate Mathias came to our door. He talked to my
father and gathered the rest of our family. He explained to us that
the Council of Twelve had pronounced a vision and published an edict
to implement the vision.

The

vision stated that my mother had been impregnated by the Holy One,
(who had not been with seed for twelve years since his blessed wife
died at the age of eighty). I thought it was miraculous because my
mother had not conceived since I was inside her 18 years ago! The
Edict ordained that my father's marriage was annulled by decree, that
my mother was now the wife of the Holy One and that she would be
sainted after the birth of the child.

We

all stood stunned. I looked for my mother but she had left. The front
door slammed and we all turned. My mother was walking down the road
with a walking stick. Walking the twenty miles to the Holy One's
modest home. She was singing with a smile on her face.

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.

I am a small,

petite girl, (5'1" 102 lbs. and 32a 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

My Mother left us

four weeks ago. She was divorced from my father by decree of the
Disciples of Twelve. My mother is now six weeks pregnant and rumor
says she is already showing. The talk of our community is the miracle
brought about by the ordained coupling of my mother with our leader,
"The Holy One," who fertilized my mother at the age of 92.
They are now married.

My father has been

devastated by the loss of his wife. He knows that this is the best
for our community but struggles inwardly with it. My sister Prudence
and I spend more time with him than normal. It is our hope that he
will soon be able to leave this grieving period and start to search
for a new wife.

This Sunday

morning is unusual. I went to church with my father alone. My father
has granted permission to two of my youngest brothers to take
Prudence to Salt Lake for the weekend. My oldest two brothers, Thomas
and Mathew, are married and have family of their own. They stayed
within the compound with their families. I greet my sister in laws
with a chaste kiss on the cheek. I genuflected to my brothers as is
expected of women who are inside the church. My sisters in laws and I
go to the women's section of the seating and hold hands in prayer
during services.

During testimony,

my father stands to lay witness for testimony. He gives a heart
wrenching testimony to his doubts created by my mother's ordained
divorce. He talked about the children she bore him, his love for her
and his struggle to accept the will of God. He finally admitted with
heavy heart he had accepted this. The men in the congregation looked
on hard faced that a man would show this kind of weakness for a
woman. The woman, bowed their heads and many hid tears from their men
folk, struck in sorrow by my father's words.

After services, we

all went to Mathew's house for a large afternoon feast. I helped my
sister in laws with corn and fried chicken. My father fell asleep
under the silver ash, at peace for once. I played with the nieces and
nephews most of the afternoon. I noticed that my brothers had slipped
off with their wives for what we call, "Sunday afternoon"
prayers. I think gentiles call it a "nooner."

As it turned five

that afternoon, my father awoke and my brothers returned with their
wives. We prepared to leave and were given a basket of left overs for
our dinner. We all hugged and kissed each other as we said our
goodbyes.

My father turned

to my sister in laws, smiled and said, "Did you enjoy your
Sunday afternoon prayers?"

I almost spit out

the water I was sipping on in laughter. My sister in laws blushed
deeply which even made it that much more funny. My brothers chuckled
to themselves. Both my sisters genuflected to my father. A courtesy
nor required outside of the church. It was a great honor they did to
him and the gesture was not lost on my good father. He placed his
hand on both of their heads and blessed them.

We got home to a

quiet house. My father sat on the couch and read his Sunday paper. I
went upstairs and changed into my night dress and robe. I came back
and made my father lemonade with an extraordinary amount of ice in
it, just the way he liked it. He thanked me and I sat down on the
couch with my knitting.

Moments later I

felt my father sit next to me on the couch. I smiled up at him and
asked if he needed anything. He just shook his head no and I went
back to my knitting. Several minutes went by and I looked up at him
again. I felt he had been staring at me.

"Father?"

I questioned?

"How old are

you Chastity?"

"Well, I can

do the complicated math which means you were forty two (42) when you
got my mother pregnant with me and she was thirty (30)." "That
would make me eighteen (18)." "The same age I was just over
two months ago at my baptismal Eden Conference," I smiled
teasingly.

He looked back at

me and simply said, "I miss your mother." "I never
realized what it would be like without her."

I put my knitting

down, went over to him and kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me
and pulled me to his shoulder. I closed my eyes and snuggled up to
him.

"Father,"

I said, "I can help with some of the loneliness."

He shook his head.

"Father, you

have the right." "All you have to do is call an Eden
Conference and you can have me." "You can have Prudence if
you like!"

"I don't want

Prudence," is all he said.

I felt him pull me

on his lap and pull my head onto his other shoulder. He stroked my
cheek with his big rough hands. I looked up into his eyes and he
stared directly back at me. I felt his lips lower to mine and softly
kiss me. I had never been kissed like that before.

He pulled my head

towards him again, his

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