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I hear a bottle open seconds before her cold hands gingerly stroke over my clit. My cries turn to sobs as she lightlytouches me. “It was hard the first time for me too,” she says nonchalantly. “Relax and let me give your pleasure to God.”

I scream when she shoves three fingers inside of me, and pain flutters deep in my belly. She starts to slowly move her hand in and out of me whilst still rubbing my clit. It’s tricking my body, but I stay tense. Sobs rack my throat as she picks up speed and my thighs start to quiver. I never imagined that I would be raped by my best friend. That’s what she is supposed to be. She’s supposed to be my best friend, but she is my rapist.

“Good girl, Haley. Keep going,” Doug says softly to her.

“She’s already so wet, sir,” Haley says cheerfully. “I thought with her fighting…”

“She craves this, just like you did. She wants to come for God. For the people of Christ. Help her find salvation, Haley. She is a sacrifice worth making, remember? You are doing so well.”

She moves her fingers inside of me as her speed is unrelenting. I am trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t escape it. Sobs and moans pour out of me as I am dragged closer and closer to a forced release. My fingernails are digging into the wood of the altar, and the pain from that distracts me from the absolute dread in my chest.

“She’s so close, Haley. Push deeper. See how her body is shaking? She wants this, Haley. She wants you to save her,” Doug says. “Save her, Haley. Give her pleasure to God.”

As everything boils over, she becomes giddy. “She’s coming! I feel it. She’s so tight, sir.”

“Don’t stop until the sin floods from her body,” Doug says. “Make her weep for God, Haley. You know what to do.”

“Come for God, Zoriah. Let me save you,” she says as she curls her fingers and fucks me harder with her hand. A disgusting noise comes out of me as my body goes stiff. She won’t let up, and it continues to grow. My whole body is trembling, and I can’t stop the obnoxious sounds from coming out of me. Just before an orgasm is forced out of me, she stops and pulls out of me.

“I want to taste God’s pleasure like Mom did for me,” she says happily.

“Good girl,” Doug groans when she drops to her knees behind me and grabs my hips.

This sick motherfucker is getting off on this. What kind of fucking freak do you have to be? I unwillingly moan when her tongue flicks across my clit, but I scream out when she suddenly starts to suck hard. I am unable to fight the feeling as she buries her face in me and forces out an orgasm. She doesn’t stop, and the feeling doesn’t go away. My screams are echoing through the room as she rubs my hips as if comforting me through my forced release. Suddenly, something else explodes, and warmth floods from my body. My body is nearly convulsing as it splashes down to the stage.

“Good job, Haley. You did so well,” Doug says as he stands her up. I am back to hysterically sobbing, and I choose to ignore Doug grabbing the brand. “God, we give you this sacrifice, and with this mark, we open a free line to give our pleasure to you.”

When the blazing hot metal presses against my lower back, the scream that comes out of me doesn’t sound human. My voice breaks, and I violently shake as my skin continues to sizzle. It is only pressed against me for a few short seconds, but in that time, I wish for death. The pain is immense, and even when it is pulled off of me, it doesn’t stop.

“Through this mark, you are mine,” Doug says to me. “Let us honor this joining by giving our pleasure to God.”

He abruptly grabs my hips and slams his dick deep inside of me. The sudden intrusion followed by his speed instantly becomes a punishing. I go silent, and it distracts me from the pain for a moment. He is slamming into me as he rapes me, and it’s his moans that sound through the room. I quickly start to disassociate as my brain no longer wishes to be a part of this situation. I’m tired of fighting what I can’t stop. I have faced tragedy in my life, but this is a horrific event that never should’ve happened. I should be at home with my books, but instead they are sacrificing Zariah to steal pleasure for God.

Chapter Three

Zoriah

“Wake up,” a voicesays as water is dumped on me. I don’t panic like I did last time. Pain is stabbing through my back as I lay face up on a hard table. My arms are restrained to my thighs, and my legs are pulled up and separated as far apart as possible.

“There she is,” Doug says. “Can you hear us?”

“Do I have a choice?” I ask coldly.

“No,” Doug laughs. “Would you like to know what the plan is, or do you want to have an attitude?”

“I want to know,” I say with a small voice.

“Good,” he says. “For the next seventy-two hours you will help us give our pleasure to God. You will remain in this room, and someone will visit with you for an hour. Everyone will have their own method for how they give their pleasure to God. Some will use your pleasure, some will use their own, and if God wills it, both of you will give your pleasure.”

“You’re all insane,” I say simply. “You’ll burn in hell for this.”

“It will take time, but you’ll thank me some day, Zoriah,” he says. “Huxley?”

“Do I have to go first? God…”

“God spoke through me, and it is time for you to give yourself to him, Huxley,” Doug says simply. “You have acted as a channel for our pleasure for a long time now. It’s time you give yours to God. She needs your guidance.”

“Yes, sir,” Huxley says.

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