Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Church Story / Knock up slut
Source: Robot Scout / MeWe
Church Story
Her breasts had swollen several cup sizes. The nipples were barely covered by a black latex bustier. A red corset was buckled over the bustier and pinched her waist in to form a perfect hourglass. She wore tight latex pants with an open crotch. She was buckling a whip back onto her hip. Her arms were in fingerless gloves that went up above her elbow. He could see her fingernails glinting a wicked red in the morning sunlight. Her legs were tightly bound in thigh-high boots lined with small padlocks running from top to bottom. The heels were five or six inches at least and looked more like a weapon than the heel of a boot. The toes were aimed almost straight down and formed a wicked point to match the heels.
“It’s time,” she said simply, “to rethink our relationship.”
xxxxx
An orgy had broken out in the basement of the church where the planning meeting for the annual co-ed camp out was to be held. By this point, that was nothing unusual. Fifteen girls and twelve boys—plus Pastor Mike and his wife—were sprawled around the room. The furniture was a shambles. Semen stained the walls and carpet. Everybody was naked, except for Pastor Mike, who had a remnant of his clerical collar hanging stubbornly on for dear life.
All the women were filled to the brim. Their bellies bulged roundly, either because there was too much jism for their poor pussies to hold or because they were already pregnant. They didn’t care which; they liked it both ways.
There was a tapping sound of heels coming down the corridor. The door swung open. Joanie strode through, followed by Johnny on his hands and knees. He had nothing on but a collar, blindfold, butt-plug, metal codpiece, ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and ball-gag, all locked securely in place. Joanie held a leash that was fastened to his collar. His right arm was bandaged and all his hair shaved from head to toe.
“Well, well, well,” she said, surveying the room. “Somebody certainly was busy.”
She cracked her whip. “Get up,” she demanded. There was a general moaning. One of the men moved to protest only to get a flick of the whip against his cheek.
“Whores over to my right,” Joanie ordered. “Studs over to my left.” People shambled into position. All the women were rubbing their bellies like contented cows, and all the men stroked their cocks, each one full and long and hard. Men and women flirted with each other and giggled.
“I know you all want to get back to the orgy,” Joanie said, “so I’ll make this quick.” She tied Johnny’s leash to a chair and strode over to the women. She looked over the first one (Pastor Mike’s wife, Missy) and tsk’ed disapprovingly.
“Tell me, Missy,” she said. “What are you?”
“Missy is a fuck-toy, Joanie,” Missy said proudly, and Joanie slapped her cheek hard.
“First of all,” Joanie said, “I am always ‘Miss’ or ‘Mistress,’ never ‘Joanie.’ Secondly, you are not any man’s fuck-toy. Here, let me explain.” She stepped forward and grabbed Missy by the back of the neck. She pressed her lips against Missy’s and proceeded to give her a long kiss, her tongue plunging deep into Missy’s surprised mouth. Her fingers thrust themselves roughly into Missy’s well-used pussy and finger-fucked her vigorously. Missy’s eyes went wide. There was a silence in the room.
Joanie broke off the kiss, pulled her fingers from Missy’s snatch, and stepped back. Missy’s eyes were still wide. She was breathing slowly in and out. “Oh, my,” was all she said. And then she started breathing faster and faster and her body tensed up. “Missy’s gonna cummmmmmmmm!” she shouted and suddenly her body convulsed in a combination of pain and pleasure.
As she did, a night’s worth of semen cascaded from her swollen belly and splashed down her legs to the floor. Her tummy flattened out almost immediately.
The cum was followed by a black, sticky mass that spread itself rapidly over Missy’s arms, legs, and torso. As it did, her breasts began to swell, her waist narrowed and her hips widened. Her hair turned black and grew at a mad pace until it was down almost all the way to the floor. Green lipstick and eye shadow appeared on her face.
The blackness on her skin spread quickly over her huge new breasts. It formed itself into a bustier matching Joanie’s. The middle section became a corset which grew buckles and quickly turned a dark green. The black shooting down her legs became boots; that on her arms became fingerless gloves. Her fingernails grew, hardened, sharpened, and turned themselves the color of her corset. Within a minute, her orgasm finally ended and she was hold herself steady on her feet, sweating and breathing heavily. She looked like Joanie’s twin sister.
“Oh, my,” she said again, then looked at Joanie and burst into laughter. “You’re right!” she said. “Oh, what a fool I was to think I belonged to that thing.” She pointed at her husband who tried to hold himself up and object indignantly.
Before he could say anything beyond, “Now, see here,” however, Missy strode across the room and grabbed his balls, digging her fingernails in. She kissed him roughly, the way Joanie had kissed her. As she did, his own eyes widened in surprise and he let out a long moan. Semen squirted across the room as he came and collapsed to the floor.
“You were going to say something, Mikey?” Missy asked.
“No, Missy,” he gasped, and she kicked him. “I mean, no, Miss, I mean, no Mistress.” Missy looked satisfied and beamed at Joanie. Pastor Mike looked up at his new owner with a mixture of love and adoration.
“Start cleaning up, then,” she said and he began eagerly licking the semen off her legs and feet and floor.
“But we like being knocked-up sluts!” one of the other women complained. Joanie took care of her next. Missy would have helped, but she was too busy getting her pussy thoroughly cleaned by Pastor Mike’s tongue.
And when everybody was finished with their attitude adjustment, the basement of the church was scene to another orgy, somewhat different from the first. But just as satisfying.
THE END