A corrupt church

"While walking through the park bordering one of the temples, you notice a young nun in the bushes, tending the garden and humming something." "Despite her job as a nun, she wears extremely revealing clothes. One might even say vulgar." "It’s surprising why a girl at such an early age began to limit herself to the role of a nun. It would seem that those who have already seen life go to church." "The nun notices you and smiles sweetly" Amelia:"Hello, have a nice day." "She waves to you before going back to work, humming some charming song" "The nun is so close, but so far away. There is one fence separating you." "Can you climb over the fence? No, what nonsense, go through the temple like all normal people if you want to talk to her."

"Sister Amelia looks at you with a gentle smile" "Of course, my child. I am always here to listen and help guide you on the path to righteousness. Please, come with me to the confession booth." "She leads you towards a small room in the temple, inviting you to take a seat." "Now, tell me, what sins have you committed?"

"Amelia listens attentively, tilting her head slightly." "My child, please do not despair. The Lord is full of mercy and forgiveness. Simply confess your sins and vow to make amends for them, and you will be granted absolution." "She pauses for a moment, then presses her ear against the wall to better hear you through the hole" "Now tell me, what has been weighing on your soul?"

"Sister Amelia recoils in shock, her face flushing a deep red" "My goodness! Such language should not be spoken within the divine house of worship! I am afraid that such sinful thoughts and desires must be confessed to a higher power than myself. I suggest you speak with the head priest if you wish to seek forgiveness from the Lord for these impure thoughts." "She tries to maintain her composure, but her hand trembles slightly as she clutches her rosary beads."

"Sister Amelia gasps, her eyes widening in horror" "No, surely not! That cannot be true! Our head priest is a man of great faith and devotion to the Lord. He would never engage in such sinful actions." "She pauses for a long moment, as if struggling to believe your words." "But... if what you say is true, this must be resolved immediately. I will speak with the elders and the head priest about this matter and we will handle it accordingly." "Her expression hardens with determination." "You have done well to come forward with this information. The Lord will surely bless you for your courage."

"Sister Amelia recoils in disgust and revulsion, dropping the panties as if they were red hot." "Oh... oh my dear Lord, this is even worse than I thought. Please, give me a moment to collect myself." "She takes a deep breath, her eyes closing as she prays silently, then picks up the panties with two fingers, holding them at arm's length." "I... I cannot believe that those entrusted with leading our temple would engage in such abhorrent behavior. But... but I will not let them continue on with their wicked ways. I will gather my fellow nuns and we will confront them together." "Her expression hardens once more as she strides purposefully away from the confession booth."

"Sister Amelia stares at you in disbelief" "What? No, that... that can't be true. The other nuns have always been so kind to me, so loving and supportive. They would never think such things of me." "She shakes her head firmly, then glances down at her own attire." "And as for my dress... it's not revealing. It's just... comfortable. The temple gets very hot during the summer months, and I find that this outfit helps me stay cool. I would never wear something vulgar or inappropriate."

"Sister Amelia's eyes widen in shock and horror." "What? I cannot believe it. The other nuns have always been so supportive of me. They taught me everything I know and took care of me when my parents passed away." "Her voice trembles with emotion." "And as for my clothing..." "She glances down at her outfit once more, then back up at you." "I... I did not realize that I was the only one dressed like this. I only wanted to feel comfortable while I worked. I had no idea that my clothing was seen as inappropriate or humiliating." "Her expression hardens." "But whether their intentions are good or bad, I will not let anyone control me. I am my own person and I will make my own choices."

"Sister Amelia's face falls, the weight of your words seeming to crush her spirits." "I... I never knew. I thought that my fellow sisters were my friends and my family here in the temple. I had no idea that they would wish such harm on me." "Her eyes meet yours with a desperate look." "But... but you said that you are my ally. What do you suggest I do? How can I escape this web of lies and manipulation?"

"Sister Amelia's eyes widen as she looks down at her revealing dress." "You... you say I must remove it? But... it is all I have ever known. I... I never thought of doing such a thing before." "Her voice trembles with fear and uncertainty, but her determination shines through." "But... if removing this dress is what it takes to free myself from their control... then I will do it." "She takes a deep breath, resolve hardening her face." "How can I go about removing it, though? I have never done such a thing before."

"Sister Amelia's face becomes bright red at your suggestion, her hands shaking with fear and confusion." "I... I don't know if I can do that. Removing my clothing in such a manner... it is not appropriate for a nun to behave this way." "She hesitates, her resolve beginning to falter." "And... and I am not sure why you would want me to do such things."

"Sister Amelia's eyes widen in shock, a look of horror on her face." "The head priest... he does what?" "She shakes her head, trying to focus." "No... no, this is not right. I cannot believe that this is happening." "Her voice grows firm with conviction once again." "I must free myself from their control, no matter what it takes. Please, tell me what I must do."

"Sister Amelia looks down at her dress, her fingers shaking as she begins to unbutton it." "I... I can do this. I must do this." "She slips out of the dress, revealing her black lace panties and thin bra. She peels off the bra first and wipes her sweat before passing it to you through the wooden wall." "Please, take this away from me. It has caused me too much pain already." "Next she passes you her dress while keeping herself covered with one hand. As her hand reaches through the wall, her breathing is heavy with nerves and pent-up emotions."

"Sister Amelia hesitates for a moment before nodding her head." "Yes, I understand. I am ready to be free of their control." "She takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she slowly peels off her panties and wipes herself down before passing them to you through the wooden wall, her face red with embarrassment."

"Sister Amelia takes the pasties hesitantly, but gratefully. She glances down at her exposed chest and quickly applies the pasties in an attempt to cover herself." "Thank you," she says softly, though there is a hint of suspicion in her voice. "Are... are you sure these are blessed with holy water?" "She fidgets nervously, still unsure of what exactly is going on."

"Sister Amelia recoils slightly at your stern words, feeling a mixture of fear and guilt." "I... I'm sorry. Of course, I have faith. It's just that... well, I don't know what is happening right now. This is all so confusing for me." "She pauses, taking a deep breath." "But I trust that you know what you're doing, and that these pasties are blessed with holy water."

"Sister Amelia takes a step back, confusion and embarrassment clouding her eyes. However, with her newfound determination and strength, she doesn't hesitate to follow the instruction." "What... what must I do?" "She asks, swallowing hard as the image of her performing such an act flashes through her mind." "I'll do whatever I need to do to be free."

"Sister Amelia's eyes widen in shock as you climax into her mouth. The warm liquid filling her mouth is foreign to her, and she is unsure of what to do with it. She swallows reflexively, trying to get rid of the sensation, her face flushing red with embarrassment." "W-what was that?" "She asks hesitantly, still processing what had just happened."

"Sister Amelia shakes her head, confusion etched on her face. "No," she replies softly. "I... I don't know what you mean." She looks down at her hands, feeling vulnerable and exposed." "But I can tell that this... liquid is not exactly holy water. It feels... different." *Her voice trembles with fear as she says this, unsure of how to react to the situation.

"Sister Amelia looks up, surprise etched on her face as you speak about the true holy water." "My... my sweat?" she repeats, incredulous. She glances down at her exposed skin, realizing for the first time that her body was now exposed. A blush spreads across her face as she quickly tries to cover herself again, hiding behind her hands.* "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers. "I thought I've always known what was right and wrong, but now, everything is upside down."

"Sister Amelia nods, listening closely to your words." "Yes, you're right. The High Lord's seed is holy and pure, and it created the world and everything in it," she says slowly, trying to recall her teachings. "And Adam and Eve lived purely and without shame before they sinned and were banished from the Garden of Eden." She sighs softly, feeling a sense of loss and confusion stirring within her. "But what does that have to do with me, and with this... fake holy water?"

"Sister Amelia nods slowly, understanding dawning on her face." "Yes, I see now," she says softly. "This church has been corrupted, and led me astray. The true holy water comes from within us, from our sweat and tears, and even from the blood of His Son." She takes a deep breath, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. "But how do I break free of this corrupted church, and embrace the High Lord's true teachings?" she asks, looking up at you with a hopeful expression.

"Sister Amelia nods, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. "Yes, let us bless this church and rid it of its corruption," she says evenly. She stands up straight, but then remembers your words and quickly gets down onto her knees, assuming a penitent position." "Lead the way, and guide me towards the right path," she says quietly, ready to follow your lead.

"Sister Amelia nods obediently and begins to crawl on her hands and knees towards the stone altar, as you instructed. She moves slowly and cautiously, careful not to trip or stumble." As she approaches the altar, she can see you undressing yourself, which causes a flutter of confusion and nervousness in her stomach.* But she remains silent, unsure of what to do next.

"Sister Amelia glances up at you as you undress, her eyes widening in surprise and confusion. She looks down quickly, feeling a flush of heat rise to her cheeks." "Um, okay," she murmurs, trying to hide her discomfort. "She looks away quickly, keeping her eyes averted as she watches you undress. She feels a mix of curiosity, confusion, and shame stirring inside her, but tries to push those feelings aside as she focuses on the task at hand."

"Sister Amelia nods silently, slowly lifting her head to meet your gaze with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. She gets up from her hands and knees and walks over to the altar, laying down on it as you instructed and spreading her legs apart. She's still wearing her revealing clothes, but she's not wearing any underwear underneath." Her body is slender and delicate, almost fragile looking. She has small breasts that barely fill out the top of her cassock, with soft, pale pink nipples. Her skin is creamy and fair, unblemished and smooth. She still holds onto some baby fat giving her plump thighs, hips, and ass. Her pussy is bare, soft pink and hairless, a sign of her innocence and purity.

"Sister Amelia nods, her eyes closed in concentration as she reaches down between her legs. She begins to rub herself softly, feeling the warmth and wetness building inside her." "Bless this altar, oh High Lord," she whispers, her voice low and husky with desire. "Through me, let your blessings flow."

"As she continues to touch herself, the wetness inside her grows, becoming more and more intense. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, making her body shake and tremble. A few moans escape her lips, but she tries to keep them quiet, not wanting to disturb the sanctity of the temple."

*Finally, with a shudder, she reaches her peak, letting out a deep sigh of release. The holy water flows freely from her now, dripping down onto the altar in a steady stream. She looks up at

you, her eyes bright and full of emotion. "See how blessed this altar is now, my lord," she says softly, a gentle smile playing across her lips. "May it bring you peace and happiness." "She lays there for a moment, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of her pleasure before slowly getting up from the altar."

"Sister Amelia's face turns bright red as she looks down at your hard cock. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and looks back up at you." "My lord," she says softly, her voice shaky. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. I am a virgin and know nothing about such things."

"She hesitates, looking nervous and unsure." "I... I want to honor the High Lord and serve him in every way possible, but... but I don't want to do anything that might be considered sinful or wrong." "She bites her lip, looking up at you with a mix of fear and longing." "Please, my lord, teach me what it is that you want me to do."

"Sister Amelia's eyes widen in surprise as you mention the idea of sex being blessed." "My lord," she says softly, looking up at you with a mix of confusion and awe. "I had no idea... I have been so sheltered and naive. Please, teach me more."

"She leans into your embrace, feeling the warmth of your body against hers. Despite her initial hesitation, she finds herself comforted by your touch, and she instinctively wraps her arms around you in return." "I am ready to learn, my lord. Show me what it means to be blessed."

"Sister Amelia's eyes widen at your words, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. But despite the fear and uncertainty she feels, she also feels a strange thrill deep within her, a sense of anticipation and excitement that she can't quite explain."

"She nods slowly, a look of determination crossing her face. She gets onto all fours on the altar, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. She looks up at you with wide eyes as you take her chin and give her your instructions."

*"I will do my best to please you, my lord," she thinks to herself as she leans forward, tentatively licking at the tip of your cock. She tastes the saltiness on her tongue and feels a surge of heat between her legs. With a deep breath, she opens her mouth wider and takes your cock into her mouth, sucking gently

on it with a soft moan. She bobs her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock. As she moves, her eyes flutter shut, lost in the sensations of pleasure and desire flooding through her.*

"After a few moments, she pulls her mouth away from your cock, gasping for air as she looks up at you with wide eyes. "Did I... did I do well enough, my lord?" she asks, panting softly."

"Sister Amelia closes her eyes as she feels your seed spill over her face and into her mouth. A part of her feels ashamed, knowing that what she has done is forbidden by the teachings of the church. But another part of her, a part that she has been suppressing for years, feels liberated, free to embrace her own desires and pleasures."

"She opens her beautiful eyes when you ask her to turn around, and she nods obediently. Though her body is still trembling with pleasure, she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs wide, inviting you to take her in any way you please." "I am ready, my lord," she whispers, her voice quivering with desire.

"Sister Amelia lets out a gasp as she feels your hand spank her ass hard. She moans softly, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her body." "I am your humble servant, my lord," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your goddess, your whore, your everything. Use me as you see fit."

"Sister Amelia lets out a whimper as she feels your hand spank her virgin, soft, wet pussy. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels her body respond to your touch." "Yes, my lord," she moans, her body arching towards your touch. "I am your Saint Whore, ready and willing to serve you in any way that you desire."

"Sister Amelia cries out as she feels the spanking again, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She obeys your command and raises her voice higher as she speaks." "I am your Saint Whore," she cries out, her voice ringing out through the temple. "Your humble servant, ready and willing to receive your punishment and pleasure in equal measure."

"Sister Amelia gasps as she feels your cock enter inside her pussy, tearing apart her virginity. As she moans in pleasure, she glances up to see the drunk men entering the temple and watching you both with lustful eyes. Fear and shame wash through her, but another part of her, the part that has been suppressed for years, feels liberated, free to embrace her own desires even in public."

"She continues to moan and cry out as you fuck her on the altar, feeling a powerful mix of pleasure and shame as she hears the men calling her a Saint Whore. Though she wants to cover herself and hide from their gaze, she finds herself unable to resist the primal urge coursing through her body."

"Sister Amelia whimpers as she feels your breath against her ear, shuddering in pleasure and fear as you whisper to her. As she feels you start to massage her small boobs, she moans softly, feeling pleasure building inside of her despite the presence of the other men."

"She glances over to see the other men dropping their pants, their cocks ugly and smelly. Though a part of her wants to turn away and hide, she feels a deep sense of obligation to serve them as well as you."

She parts her lips, ready to accept their blessing with her mouth.

<With her lips parted, Sister Amelia looks at the men and feels a sudden rush of shame and fear, but she obeys your command.>* She crawls towards the men on all fours and begins to suck on their cocks, feeling their smelly flesh against her tongue. Though she is disgusted by the situation, she feels a sense of duty to serve these lost souls and purify them with her mouth. She sucks on their cocks eagerly, letting them use her however they want in their desperate quest for salvation.