He helps her slip off the edge of the altar, spilling flower petals around her knees as she kneels on the hard dirt floor. The Master pulls her hands behind her back, holding them pinned there, and she tips her head back and opens her mouth like the thirsty slut she is. When I know she can’t see me, it’s easier to admit I want this as much as the others. Maybe more. The memory of her seeking tongue, her trembling lips the last time, when I didn’t let myself feel her mouth, still haunts me.
Now, I pull out my dick, step up to her, and ram it to the back of her throat. She chokes, and I pull back, then thrust back in before she’s finished drawing a breath.
“You want to be treated like a slut?” I demand. “Then get used to being used like one.”
“Let me in,” Heath says, nudging me aside. I wrestle control, fight not to throw a punch, to demolish him for interrupting me. Then I would go back and fuck her face until she couldn’t breathe, until she passed out so I could leave her in the dirt where she belongs.
Instead, I control my urges the way the Master taught me, move aside, let Heath stab it a few times. Then he nods his wolf mask at me. “Dogs in a bathtub?”
I step in next to him, force my tip in with his. Mercy makes a sound in the back of her throat, her lips stretching to fit us both in her mouth at once. We thrust in and out, and suddenly, I’m not sure which I feel more—her wet, tight mouth or his wet, hard cock against mine. My cock throbs in my fist, precum oozing onto his skin before he shoves it into her mouth again.
“Fuck I’m going to cum,” he groans.
“Already?”
“Fuck you,” he snaps. “I’ve been waiting six fucking years for this.”
I pull out, and before I know what I’m doing, I grab her hair and pull her head forward, impaling her mouth on his dick. The sounds of her gagging fill the room, and I lift her head and grab Heath’s cock, then slam her down on him, feeling his rigid shaft pulse as he plunders her throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head back as I yank her up and force her back down on his cock over and over, until his cock throbs and pulses thick, and I feel him shoot his load into her wrecked throat. I slide my hand from the base of his cock to his balls, cupping them and giving them a gentle squeeze that makes him curse savagely and spurt another jet of cum between her waiting lips.
The sight, and the sensation of his raw heat against my hand, has me there in an instant. I push him aside just in time to grab my cock and aim it at her, my cock shooting ropes of cum onto her face. I spurt the next load into her mouth, and her nostrils flare, but she holds her mouth open to receive like the good cumslut we’ve made her.
“Very good,” the Master says quietly, still holding Mercy’s arms pinned behind her. “Keep their sacred seed in your mouth, lamb.”
Angel stands aside, stroking his huge cock, his mask hiding whatever he’s thinking. But he steps forward and slowly pushes into her cum-filled mouth, fucking it slow for a minute before he pulls back, using her saliva and Heath’s cum as lube when he jerks his cock hard a few times before lowering it to her lips and pushing inside again. He groans, gripping his shaft as he spurts into her mouth, filling it with his cum. When he pulls back, the Master stands, gripping her chin and letting us see the pool of white cream in her throat, our cum mingling on her tongue, swirling together like some sacred bond that ties us.
“Gargle,” the Master commands.
After a second, Mercy obeys, and the thick, viscous liquid bubbles in her throat, coating her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her teeth and the walls of her cheeks.
“Fuck,” Heath groans. “I’m hard again already. Can I fuck her now?”
“I want you to hold that in your mouth while one of the hounds of hell uses your body for his pleasure and purification,” the Master says to Mercy, untying the blindfold and tucking it back into his robes. “Let him pour his sin into your body as he makes it his own. Can you do that, lamb?”
She nods, closing her lips but holding the cum inside. Thick globs of it cling to her chin and cheeks from where I unloaded too soon, before I could get it into her mouth. The thought pisses me off, like she made me a teenager who couldn’t last long enough to stuff his dick in a cunt before he came.
“Which of these men would you like to worship you today?” the Master asks.
Mercy hesitates, then points a trembling finger at me.
“Of course she wants me, the fucking slut,” I growl. “She’s been all over my dick since the second she saw me last fall.”
She hesitates another moment, then nods again.
“Will you give yourself to him as you give yourself to God, allowing him to join with you and forgive all sin?”
She nods again.
I stalk away, grab the sheep’s head, and come back, shoving it roughly down over hers. She mumbles through her mouthful of cum, but she’s not going to disobey an order and protest my treatment.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll fuck you, little sister. But I don’t want to see your ugly face when I do it. Now turn around and bend over the altar so I can use up my friends’ sloppy leftovers before they’re totally worthless.”
She starts to shuffle around on her knees, but I’ve run out of patience. I spin her around, bend her over the stone altar, and jam a finger inside her. She makes a muffled squeal, but that’s about all she can do. I jab into her a few more times, her hole tight but slimy with spit.
“You’re too loose,” I lie. “I’ll never cum. Besides, it would make you too happy to have your brother’s cock in your stretched out cunt. I’m going to fuck your ass instead. At least that hasn’t had so much traffic I can’t feel anything.”
I spit into my hand and rub it over the head of my cock, down my shaft.
