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Back in her room Juri wasted no more time. While Claire undressed slowly and delicately, revealing that slender, porcelain body without any doubt in her mind, Juri threw her own habit away, stacking up a few pillows against the headboard, before leaning down and reclining against it, her stare silently commanding Claire to join. Her petite body crawled on the bed, towards the massive rod resting on the sheets between Juri’s spread legs. She knelt properly, knees tightly closed, butt on her ankles, almost ritualistic in its quality, before she bent low and kissed the divine rod with fervor only for Juri to grasp a fistful of hair and pull her off:
“Do you think the divine mother will be pleased when she finds out her most devoted servant looked down upon the holy rod?”
Claire’s breath hitched with shame, “n-no, I- I would never…”
She wasted no time, sliding 2 palms under the giant rod to lift it up, eyes sparking up with awe at the sheer weight of it, and even more so when it stood straight and towered over her delicate face, her moment of adoration not taken kindly by Juri.
“Don’t be shy. Worship what the Divine Mother has blessed us with.”
Her face showed no hint of doubt anymore. Claire, in her current state, was 100% sure that worshiping this giant cock, would mean worshiping the Divine mother. She leaned forward, her head nearly obscured behind the holy rod as she placed a soft kiss against the underside, her lips trembling against the bulging cum-vein, feeling the heat emanating from it, the way it throbbed under her touch. Her tongue darted out, tracing the thick veins that snaked along the length. Her hands steadied the pillar at the base, gripping it more firmly as she let her tongue glide along the underside, her head bowing low at the base, and rising all the way up to the tip, where she starred at Juri’s eyes.
Juri stared back with a content smile and attentive eyes, as if she was valuing her efforts and her faith with a clinical glare. That’s what Claire thought at least. Suddenly, her nostrils flared, and her eyes squinted down, staring at the source of the potent smell: a thick bead of pre-cum forming right at the finger-thick slit.
“Go ahead.” Her eyes flickered to Juri again, who rested an elbow on her thigh, propping up her head in her hand in a casual pose, “It’s a gift for your womb, but I will allow you to have a taste of the holy seed.”
Juri glared, the corners of her lips spreading wider at the realization that Claire would do any debasing act as long as she disguised it as a privilege. Claire’s tongue darted out, eyes closing as she dragged it over the slit, picking up the pre and savoring it in her mouth before swallowing:
“Mhgnnn…” A blush crept up her cheeks, her hazy eye-lids dropping into a heavy stare as she glared at the fat tip. She couldn’t help herself. Her lips parted, as wide as that tiny little mouth allowed to engulf the head in her warm slicky depths.
“Nghh~ she moaned again, not because she tasted something, but because swallowing up this fleshy tip felt strangely good. Her eyes squinted down towards the massive length, her base-cradling hands seeming so far, her pale fingers all lost in the girthy landscape of the vein-riddled dick. Her eyes fluttered as she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the tip, trying to pick up all the pre-cum that seeped out.
“Nghhh~” it was so enormous, straining her jaw, filling her mouth up with its fist-sized girth. No commands were needed as she began to stroke the shaft, her pale white hands jerking up and down, looking like they were cradling a gigantic tree-trunk, feeling up all the hard, pulsing, hot flesh of the holy rod. She wanted to please it, stimulate it, so she began to bob her head up and down, only to moan again, staring down with wide hazy eyes at just how pathetic she was. She barely got the end of the tip past her lips, before the head knocked against her throat, eliciting short gags. Her blue eyes were mostly focused on her own hands, watching them struggle to cradle and stroke the girthy rod, the flesh hot and throbbing under her touch, feeling the rugged texture and the bulging veins against her palms as they rose and fell. It was too big.
Her eyes widened when the giant rod, usually so calm, and pliant, moved. Juri’s ripped abs tensed and flexed as she sent her hips rolling, all too casually thrusting that dick up into Claire’s mouth, making her head bob up and down as if she was just a puppet on strings. Another tingle crept up between her legs, stronger now, there was something thrilling about Juri thrusting into her mouth like this, the dick getting harder and hotter, the already rigid flesh stiffening, all the veins against her palms got more pronounced, feeling like hot, pulsing tendrils against her soft touches.
She pulled back, her lips sliding off the flaring head as she tried to get a breath, but Juri’s hand was on her head faster than she could see, keeping her head down while her hips rolled and sent that dick pushing up against her throat. Half-lidded eyes gazed at Juri with a mix of submission and confusion, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily.
“Take it down your throat.”
Her eyes widened with a helpless moan, squinting down towards the giant rod and then back up at Juri with doubt.
“No one said it’s gonna be easy. If it was, how could I compare your efforts with the other sisters?”
She had a point, Claire thought, her naive mind convinced just like that. She took a long breath, taking it deeper, pushing herself further. She gagged slightly as it hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyebrows knitted together as she fought the urge, her hands gripping Juri’s base to hold it firm and steady, her eyes watering, as she pushed herself down.
Her eyes visibly strained as the rod entered her throat, bending down her neck, and Claire’s gag-reflex went wild.
*GLRRRK* she choked hard, bridges of spit splattering from her sealed lips, and her body jolted in a reflex to pull back, but Juri’s hand tightened, not pulling her down, just holding her in place. And Claire in return gave Juri a look, that got the entirety of her dick throbbing immensely. Those innocent, blue eyes, usually filled with kindness and devotion, were now wide and doe-like, the blue in them shimmering with unshed tears. Her small, delicate features contrasted starkly with the massive intrusion in her mouth, her usual soft, pouty lips now pulled taut around the girth, feeling the veins along Juri’s length throb against the tightness of her lips. Her cheeks bulged obscenely, struggling to close around the impossible size. Her tongue was pinned flat beneath the weight of Juri’s cock, twitching helplessly, her mouth slick with saliva that dribbled from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin.
She was overwhelmed, but even with more than a foot of Juri’s cock still jutting out from her lips, she showed no defiance, only a pleading acceptance. Her eyes flickered, a silent question, but Juri’s expression offered none. Her hand held her in place, fingers tangling in those soft blonde strands to ensure there was no escape:
“Prove her your love Claire. Or were all your prayers for none?”
“NGhhhh!!” she cried into that dick, her voice choked out and messy as she forced herself down.
“BLLUURRRK~~~” she retched hard, nostrils drooling, but she ignored it all. She felt the giant dick sliding down her neck, and with wide eyes she realized it wasn’t just the mental strain she had to overcome. Claire could feel how little room she had, and how her walls strained and protested as she tried to take the flaring head deeper. Her skin strained as the cock bulged her out obscenely, her airways now completely blocked, but that didn’t stop her.
Her head never stopped lowering down, her chokes never died down as she took the dick down into her food-pipe, swallowing the holy rod down her esophagus, till she could feel it under her chest. Her lips dragged and dragged, removing one palm after the other around the base, until she was bowing down against Juri’s lap, feeling sick as the giant dick nestled at the entrance of her stomach.
Claire held herself down as the entirety of Juri’ knee-low 17 inches cock was buried into her throat. She choked and gagged uncontrollably, sputtering saliva and throat slime all around Juri’s crotch and her balls. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes red, glassy and tearing up non-stop; her chokes so visceral that her entire upper body jerked and doubled over, her system trying to push it out, but without success.
Before she knew it, the hand on her head pushed her down hard. She was already at the base, lips tight around Juri’s very crotch, but Juri pulled anyways.
“Nghhh~”
This was the first time Claire heard Juri utter such a sound. She grunted hard into the sky, her hand making sure all Claire could see was her taut belt-line, and not her wicked, blissed-out smile. Her dick was buried in a hole for the first time after 4 gruesome months, and hell she felt like nutting right away, every convulsion of Claire’s throat making Juri shudder. She didn’t rut, or trust to stimulate her dick. She just relished in the tight grip, of the warmth surrounding every single inch of her length and girth.
Her hips however undulated on full instinct, gently rolling as if begging to fuck that throat, but Juri wanted something else. She bent over Claire’s bowing form, her hand still holding the sister down on her cock, while her other hand reached down between Claire’s legs, sliding a finger over that moist virgin slit, and eliciting a surprised choked yelp from the French woman.
Juri licked around her lips like a maniac, her eyes gleaming as she took in Claire’s petite form, her finger sliding over that virgin slit, as if to imprint it into her mind for later. She leaned back casually and pulled on Claire’s hair. She did so leisurely, slowly, watching those lips slide off inch after inch, her head rising high into the air, showing off the heavy-lidded submissive mess of Claire’s face. Her lips slid off the shaft with a wet *POP*, multiple strands of saliva and throat slime connecting them for a moment, breaking apart one after another, as Claire just sat there, all submissive and weak, relying on Juri to keep her head up. Her lips were parted slightly, sucking in air into her suffocated lungs, feeling the oxygen brush over her aching, burning throat. She was so gone, Juri couldn’t tell if she starred at her, or through her. As a sister living a life of peace and tranquility, feeling the thrill of suffocation, let alone by such a massive cock, got her system all confused and twisted.
*SLAP* “Oughh~” she moaned whorishly, as Juri grabbed her dick and slapped it across her face, smiling more openly now, like a little devil.
“Who said you could stop?” she asked smugly, giving that cheek another slap, luring out another moan. Claire swallowed down hard, hands grabbing the base. Her mind was still reeling as she was still panting for air, but she obeyed on full instinct, whorishly rolling her face over the hard flank, smearing the coating layers of saliva and throat-slime across one face-half, grinding her face on that holy rod as if to beg for its blessing, before she threw all her dignity away and slurped around the girth of the shaft. Her puffed out lips slid across the flank, sucking all the mess up into her mouth and then whorishly sputtering it all out, leaving a trail of frothing bubbles in her wake. Claire couldn’t tell where all this was coming from, but a part of her just knew she was doing the right thing. She began kissing and suckling and licking the shaft like it was a lost artifact, her body all heated and strange and tingling but she told herself to do what Juri said: Embrace it.
Juri, content at last, watched her go at it. She leaned back against the wall, spreading her legs wider to take in a bigger, full image in a moment of self-indulgence. Her eyes were razor-sharp, a faint knowing smirk playing on her lips, but instead of focusing on the whoring out sister slobbering all over her dick, her eyes instead took in all the dick she was packing, comparing it to Claire’s ministrations; her 2 hands barely able to encircle its girth, her head so small behind its gigantic size.
Claire was lost in her own confused lust. It was so alien, and yet strangely inviting. The taste intoxicating as she licked over the flank, a mix of salt and skin, that was swirling in a giant cauldron of pheromones that got her head all messy. Her worship was meticulous, almost ritualistic, altering between licks and kisses, her lips leaving soft, reverent marks along the shaft, as if they were offerings, a testament to her devotion. She was getting into it, her hands moving below the base without a command, exploring the hefty balls beneath. She cupped them, feeling the weight, the liquid, the crawling veins, reminding herself of the virility and power she now served. The sister was losing herself, fully devoted and concentrated, her brows furrowed in a mix of focus and wonder, not realizing how each ministration drew her deeper into a trance of worship.
Her lips lingered at the base as she bowed down before the divine sister, pressing her lips against the taut skin right where the shaft met Juri’s body, feeling how even at the crotch, it was so stiff and hard, like roots to keep the heavy tree-trunk steady. Her head slowly rose, kissing across Juri’s belt-line, then up those crisped abs, wanting to show her devotion to Juri as well, but Juri just pushed against her head wordlessly, forcing her back down towards her cock. She closed her eyes in devotion, kissing the base and slowly raising her head, peppering a pattern of kisses on the way up, before her face was fully revealed above the tip again, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes hyper-focused and hypnotized with lust, starring on the thick wide slit, that once again held a thick bead of pre on it. Her mouth watered just at the reminder of the taste, so she leaned in, lips spreading wide to engulf the dickhead once again.
“It’s time.” Juri placed her palm on Claire’s forehead, holding her just a few inches in front of that tasty-looking drop of pre. The woman just starred in confusion, her hands still holding the dick absentmindedly, till Juri peeled them off one after another.
Claire starred down, eyeing the towering monument, expecting it to fall under its own weight, her cock-addled mind taking a few seconds to comprehend, before she gawked.
No hands, no support. She looked at that giant dick looming out from Juri’s spread legs, and towering in the air like an obelisk, so hard and rigid, it didn’t fall.
“The divine mother will surely be pleased with your efforts. But now comes her real test, Claire. Straddle it.”
Juri commanded, and Claire lifted off, her feet holding her body up with a strength she didn’t know she still had. She planted her feet on each side beside Juri’s hips, looking down. There was uncertainty, fear, and so much lust that she couldn’t comprehend.
“Lower your hips.”
Claire’s breath hitched as she obliged, her knees bending as she carefully lowered herself down, and Juri watched it all with a mix of need and impatience, suppressing a lip-bite as her cock throbbed restlessly. Claire looked at Juri with every dropping inch, waiting for her to stay stop, but it didn’t come, until her eyes sparked up, a flicker of white filling her mind, a spark of something alien radiating out from her lower lips as the tip made contact. She gasped, her hips rising instantly at the contact, and Juri just watched.
Patient enough not to show any disdain, but also impatient in a way, that she kept her mouth shut and not ease Claire’s consciousness. She starred expectantly, knowingly, skillfully hiding just how much her cock craved a tight cunt.
Claire gulped down, knowing her devotion was on the line as she lowered herself again, ignoring the sensations of the contact this time. She couldn’t even squat down comfortably. She was half standing, half squatting, the dick’s head reaching higher than her very knees, as it prodded against her lower virgin lips.
Juri still watched with a poker-face, but her eyes were burning, directed at the tip at that cunt, already picturing what it was gonna be like, suppressing the urge to just grab her hips and slam Claire down.
“You know how you would pull off an adhesive tape, do you, Claire?”
Claire swallowed down hard, her mind more focused on staying in place, legs shaking already: “y-yes.”
“That’s how you take the holy rod. Quick and painless.” Juri’s voice lacked any warmth, her dick too aching for that.
Claire glared with uncertainty, “Just- Just like that? Isn’t it… isn’t it too big?”
“It’s the perfect size, just like the divine mother wanted it. Doubting it, means doubting her.”
Claire’s breath hitched in a soft whimper. She didn’t want to doubt, but hell, the dick was daunting, so massive and contrasting to her petite body. She couldn’t imagine her body house all this dense, hard meat.
“Drop down.” Juri ordered, voice brimming with barely suppressed need.
Claire was shaking, pulling her hips down, feeling the giant dick pressing against her resistant slit, the head so big and girthy it struggled to open her up. The sensations were sparking with every second as she pulled herself down despite her body’s clear signals, and when her slit parted just a nudge, and the tip contacted the more responsive nerve-endings, it all went white again. She couldn’t really control it, her hips rising on full instinct as she gasped loudly.
“Claire…” Juri uttered, not happy.
“I am sorry… It feels strange, I don’t know-”
“Embrace it bi-…” Juri mustered up the last bits of patience she still had, suppressing the insult that would usually flow so freely from her mouth “Don’t run away from it. The divine mother wants you to feel it. She wants you to endure. The holy rod’s patience is running thin Claire. If you don’t want to do it, I am gonna find someone that’s more devoted.”
Claire only gasped in response; her thoughts still torn.
“Last chance. The doubt in your body stems from the evil. Ignore it and drop your ass down. Now.” She sneered, her command brooked no defiance and Juri had no patience left anyways. She didn’t want to say one more word about the divine mother or whatever shit this stupid sect of hot fuckable bodies was praying for. She wanted Claire, oh-so-devoted, down on her dick, all broken and drunk on dick.
“3”
Claire’s eyes went wide, her body stiff in panic.
“2”
“W-wait, I am ready, I- I just need a moment.”
“1” Juri just shook her head in denial, and Claire felt her heart drop. She sighed breathlessly, her shaking legs tensing up, her eyes wide with panic and uncertainty. It felt like pulling the trigger of a gun aimed right at her own head, and nothing like tearing an adhesive tape away.
The very split-second those precious virgin lips opened, Claire’s expression froze, lips parted, eyes wide in horror as the giant dickhead spread her labia open obscenely around its girth. She just shoved herself down, pulling her hips into that dick, and splitting her very own cunt open.
“HA-“ a gasp escaped her throat, her mind utterly blank and thoughtless as a flood of alien-sensations crashed into her brain, thinking nothing, feeling everything as she impaled herself on a solid 9 inches of dick, taking more inches as her first, than most women take in their entire life-time. What stopped her fall was nothing more than a punch in the gut, a surge of electricity radiating right from her abdomen as her cervix stopped the dick from impaling her completely, but taking one hell of a hit. The barrier was bent violently, her precious virgin walls, now speared and spread out wide around the first half of vein-riddled, hard dense cockmeat, sent restless signals up Claire’s spine, morphing her face into a mask of shock, frozen in the moment, and so – very – vulnerable.
Juri took it all in with a deep, load grunt, eyes scanning over Claire’s frozen face, down her tense, quivering body. Claire was all coiled and tense. Juri’s eyes sparked with a predatory gleam as she saw the slender, delicate abdomen swell out around the shape of her cock, a large cylindric tent that proved just how bad that snow bunny was in taking a dick of her size. But the sadistic maniac wasn’t deterred by the sight; it turned her on.
Her hands reached up to Claire’s frozen, vulnerable form, seizing her doll-like waist in a firm grip, whispering a content “good girl”, before licking her lips, smiling wickedly, and proving the world how ruthless she was.
Fair, porcelain skin moved in a blur of motion, her fragile frame abused to Juri’s advantage as she tugged the sister down and sent that ass smacking into her broad wide thighs. In a split-second Claire wasn’t towering above Juri anymore. They were face to face, or more like chin to face as Claire’s head lolled, thrown back and facing the ceiling as a sudden jolt consumed her body, making the tense, coiled muscles that solely tried to survive convulse violently. Her face didn’t response much, remaining frozen, but the sheer horror was visible in her dilated eyes and her twitching parted lips, her breath hitching in desperate gasps, trying to say something, but her body was too overwhelmed.
Now fully squatted down in Juri’s lap, her feet tried to find purchase and spasm, her back undulating as if suffering a seizure as her body – fully on instinct – tried to push itself away from the 17-inch-deep penetration. The moment her body shifted a mere inch, Juri tugged her back down without mercy, eliciting a weak, choked outcry as her pussy was destroyed beyond repair, while Juri just held the pressure, and made sure Claire took it all; took every inch of dick that was bulging her torso out all the way up to her chest-cavity.
The dick ruined her cervix, crashed into her womb and shifted Claire’s entire channel a few inches up her body, reshaping her insides to take in the entire 17 inches. With her mind unable to cope, her pussy took over, the obscenely stretched out lips squirting right against Juri’s loins, drenching her hips and the sheets in her juices. She orgasmed – squirted – by one mere thrust, and though Juri felt all the liquid flowing down her form, her eyes did not look down once; She had fucked so many women in her life time that she saw no need to take pride in something as simple as making a girl cum buckets on her dick.
She just starred at Claire’s chin, biting down on her lips at the feeling of having a hot, warm convulsing pussy around her dick, but hell that’s not what she wanted.
“Ride me, Claire.” She spoke, matter-of-factly as if the woman on her lap wasn’t at the brink of passing out, and when no reaction came, a feral grin spread across her face, “Alright.” She muttered, seizing Claire’s waist with more strength, relishing in the lightness of Claire’s weight, before she pulled the woman back up, tearing that dick out of her cumming, clamping cunt with a wet loud *SQUELCH* a couple of inches, before slamming her back down, pulling her up and down with 3 warning tugs as if Claire was just a fuck-doll, uncaring that Claire’s blue eyes rolled up on that first tug; that a second orgasm crashed into her still cumming mind on the second tug; and that she nearly choked on her very own saliva on the third tug.
“Claire…” Juri warned, rolling her hips in circles, churning up those insides, making Claire choke again, saliva sputtering from her lips as her head lolled back down to face Juri:
“Ah---nghhh- Ju…ri…” she breathed weakly, pussy still cumming, as the giant dick rolled and shifted inside her, the veins and ridges all pressing and pulling against her sensitive walls. Juri let go of her waist, before her abs flexed, thrusting her ass up in a sharp arc, and causing Claire’s limp body to slump forward, collapsing against Juri and drooling on her shoulder. Juri remained cold, not helping Claire to sit straight, and instead leaning in against her ear: “If you can’t milk the holy seed out of me, I am just gonna have to inject it into you myself.” She purred with feigned disappointment, feeling Claire shudder at her words, before she pushed against the sister, making her slump back this time, her body like a bag of flesh and limps, as she fell backwards, about to fall, before a choked howl filled the room.
“COUGH--- OUGHHH~~”
Her arms dangled limply behind her, her body stuck in place half-way down the bed as the dick TUGGED at her insides, impaling her on its raging hardness that refusing to bend and not even Claire’s weight could stop it. The bulge looked even more bizarre, the entire dick pressing hard against Claire’s front-walls, straining her skin, The dick was too deep to slip out. It skewered her and instead of helping the poor sister, Juri relished in the display of her sturdy dick refusing to give. She flexed her dick a few times, biting her lip as her giant dick made the skin of Claire’s soft fair-white belly pulse in response. Only after a few couple flexes, did she finally shift, rising, and bending over, allowing Claire’s body to fully slump back, her blissed out expression softening like that of an angel as the sheets comforted her trembling skin, but to her demise, she was still impaled by the devil.
Juri grabbed Claire under her thighs, her fingers clutching down on those tender legs, and with a solid grip, she didn’t just raise them; she pulled Claire up, lifting her ass and lower back into the air, holding her in level with her crotch, before fucking the sister like a fleshlight. She pushed and pulled the lightweight by her legs, tearing Claire out of her dick before impaling her in a frenzy. She fucked her hard and fast with no concern of those quivering muscles in her grip, watching Claire’s eyes go wide, her mouth agape and uttering strained whimpers. The bulge rose and fell in a blur, a testament to every vein, every throb of Juri’s massive cock rearranging her guts, her body jolting every time the dick pierced through her cervix and into her womb.
Juri’s eyes gleamed wickedly, her lips spreading from one cheek to the other: “What am I gonna do with you Claire…” she purred, watching the purity fade out of the sister, her face a picture of confusion and overwhelming pleasure, her virgin body unprepared for this kind of assault.
“The divine mother is sending you this holy rod, and you can’t even – fucking - take - it.” she punctuated the last words with deep, resonating slams, causing Claire’s spine to arch, her head to loll back in a guttural scream, “wasting all your time on those prayers… Look where it brought you.” She hissed, pulling Claire into her dick in a rapid-fire pace, it’s been so long since she had a pussy, and it showed.
“Writhing and screaming like a slut…” she sneered, and pulled Claire deep into her crotch one last time, before she pulled that body off her giant dick like she was merely a fuck-doll, the pussy squelching as the head plopped out, giving the sister the pause she needed, but all too fast, too rough and too merciless. Her once virgin cunt that struggled to comprehend the intense stretch, now struggled to comprehend the emptiness, causing Claire’s vocal-cords to nearly snap with a loud scream. All the stimulation was gone in an instant, the build-up pressure in her body released with an explosive orgasm, that sent every muscle into spasming tremors.
Ignoring the spasming sister, Juri’s hand snaked down to embrace Claire’s waist, while another grabbed her dick by the base, lifting it up before pulling Claire into her loins, and sending that heavy club smacking down with a heavy *THUD*. Juices on its surface sprayed away, and Claire’s skin rippled at the impact, and trembled at the weight. It was an almost casual drop, the thick throbbing tip looking well too neat as it laid right below Claire’s petite chest, showing just how much dick she had taken.
Claire breathed raggedly, fer head still lolling back, before another moan was torn out of her, Juri not giving her a single break, as she grabbed her by the thighs again and shifted her body back and forth, causing the hefty underside to drag against Claire’s clit. Her body spasmed, but Juri just looked all too satisfied; the urge to make women submit had built up for 4 months, and it looked like she was letting it all out on the pure devoted French sister.
“From now on…” Juri’s voice was a deep draw, “I want you in my room before bed-time, so that we can train your worthless cunt until you take the holy rod without howling like a slut. I will refrain from telling the divine mother of how badly you can take her holy gift for now. That’s how generous I am.”
Juri waited, but when Claire was still moaning, she raised her dick and pulled it down, smashing it against Claire’s clit: “That’s how generous I am.” She repeated, daringly, and Claire uttered a choked cough in response.
“Tha—thank you, mistress…”
Juri smiled, wickedly, before she lined her dick back up, and slid it back in, all too casually stuffing up that tight white cunt with an abundance of dickmeat, emanating a guttural moan from up front as inches after inches of her massive dick spread those walls back open, pushing the length all the way in to Claire’s cervix, before she shifted in her position, mounting Claire and hammered down. Her abs tensed, muscles flexed; the years she had dedicated to training and sex made it look easy as Juri pushed more than a foot of cock into Claire’s pussy in one single swoop, tearing her cervix open with ease. Her hips rose and fell, delivering long, deep and powerful shoves, and each one seemed to fuck some semblance out of Claire’s skull.
While it looked smooth and easy, it was anything but. Juri was hammering her dick into that pussy, Claire’s body jerking with every hilt, a deep tremor coursing through her bones, her petite white butt slamming into the bed, making it creak as it wasn’t made for such barbaric acts. Her neck tensed, outlines of veins visible as her head snapped back and writhed, each thrust punctuated with a loud meaty *SMACK* and a guttural cry from the French sister, who clearly struggled to take the 17 inches deep womb-pounding that Juri delivered with casual grace. Juri, only inches from her face watched the sanity fade out of those beautiful blue eyes, a dark, sadistic smirk sitting on her face.
“J- ugh~ Juri--- please…”
Juri’s eyes gleamed, her hand snapped at Claire’s throat, and squeezed just tight enough to make her gasp for air.
“Mistress.” She drew out, firm and commanding, in odds with her slamming hips, delivering her point with a particularly heavy slam, that seemed to condition Claire’s mind, her eyes rolling up as the suffocation and orgasm overwhelmed her mind. She held the pressure on her throat, her speed ramping up, hips rising high into the air to gain momentum before crashing down with bone-shaking force, watching Claire struggle to deal with the lack of oxygen. 1 thrust, then 2, 3, 4, and Claire’s pussy gushed like a fountain, squirting around her dick once again.
Even now, somewhere deep within her well-fucked, blank mind, Claire wanted to endure, give herself over to the divine mother, but her body reacted on full instinct, her hand reaching for Juri’s hand to peel it off her throat, but before she even reached it, Juri let go, grabbing her wrists instead and pinning Claire’s hands on the bed, before rutting harder and faster, overwhelming her. Juri smiled in sadistic delight, watching the struggle in Claire’s wide eyes as she couldn’t keep up with the sheer brutal pace and acts of Juri.
Juri smirked at Claire’s open mouth, watching her tongue shift and twitch.
“What are you doing?” Juri mocked, smiling, “I told you to embrace it.”
She spoke as if it was easy, while her hips hammered down, each plunge creating an obscene tent on Claire’s skin. And Juri knew. She knew pussies were not made to receive so much dick. What she did was evil, cruel, but that was who she was.
Claire tried to speak, but before she could utter any words, Juri delivered a heavy thrust, sending a surge of bliss up her mind that turned it blank. She smirked, watching how Claire tried to gather her thoughts again and just when she was ready to utter a word, she felt the dick slamming into her womb instead, her body writing and moaning, every attempt to speak or plead shut down as if that dick was telling her to just shut up and take it.
She took what Juri wanted her to take, the dick merciless in its thrusts, hips swaying in arcs to pound the pussy into submission, and in a guttural scream of defeat, Claire did just that, giving up to speak or plead and instead howling out, embracing the fact that she couldn’t take it.
“Good girl~” she sneered smugly, “look at you, taking it all like a good little bitch. The divine mother wouldn’t want it any other way.” Her desire to play, to abuse, saw no limits. Her eyes just starred on Claire’s wide howling open mouth, and all she saw was another opportunity. She didn’t think as she forced her fingers inside, pushing down into Claire’s tongue, who moaned in confusion, her howls numbed.
“They gonna find out, you know?” she drew out, teeth biting into her lips again, trying her best to overwhelm Claire, “They gonna find us if you keep creaming and screaming all over my fucking dick like a worthless bitch.”
“Oughh~ Nghhuoo~”
“What am I supposed to do if they come in here, seeing you like this? You think any of them is gonna believe in the holy mission, when they see you make that silly stupid face?”
“Oug--- oughhuoooooo~~~~” Claire’s eyes rolled in response, a silly Ahegao sitting on her face, Juri’s finger all soaked in her saliva that drooled out of her lips. Claire tried. She wanted to endure, but those words did something to her, they made her feel so good.
“Maybe I should just fuck your little brains out?” Juri suggested with a smirk, now ramming 4 fingers into Claire’s mouth, pulling down at her jaw to keep it wide open, “I already did fuck you senseless after all. Might as well fuck you unconscious and train your cunt when you’re passed out. Would you like that?”
Claire’s body quivered, her spine arching in spasms, and her pussy was pulsating uncontrollably over Juri’s dick. The words in her ears, the fingers in her mouth, that dick in her cunt, the mess in her brain; sensations flooded her from every direction, drowning her and fucking her so very stupid, leaving her weak to the point her eyes rolled up to the whites and a deep guttural, numbed
“OUGHHHH GODDDDD~~~~ PLIIIEEASHHHEEEE!!” tore out of her throat.
Juri pulled her fingers out in a rush of motion, smacking Claire across her cheek, and before the stinging pain could even settle in, her mind went white. Her mouth went wide agape as a raging storm of bliss rocketed through her, and of course she was too pure to realize that Juri found her clit, and rubbed it like a maniac, no mercy, no gentleness. She just flicked her entire palm back and forth, while her hips rutted, punishing Claire, making that pussy squirt in an instant, right against her palm, as she kept rubbing a little longer:
“We don’t worship that here, bitch.” She finally let go when her hands were utterly soaked in Claire’s juices.
“Oug--- oughhh- I’m sorry~~~ I am- MNfghhh~~~” only to ram her fingers back inside, “shoooo shorryyyyyyy” Claire moaned like a whore, licking her own cum from Juri’s fingers, moaning again at the taste.
“Suck it.” Juri commanded, and Claire didn’t even think. Her lips closed against all 4 fingers, her cheeks hollowed out and she sucked. Juri played around still, her fingers swirling in her mouth, making it hard for Claire’s tongue to lap around them. She did all that, making Claire focus on this and that while her dick was still pummeling her insides. Even as she slowly pulled them out, those lips remained sealed, sucking every juice out of those fingers as they flushed out one after the other.
Juri pulled her dick out in a quick merciless rush, and again, Claire’s pussy, so used to the constant womb-bashing was stunned with the sudden emptiness, her muscles contracting around the invisible object, her body jolting like a fish on the hook, suddenly leaping a foot away on the bed, but Juri just grabbed her hips, hauling her over and around the bed like a doll, and twisted her around. Claire moaned the entire time, her limps like lead, unable to feel anything as Juri manipulated one leg after the other, getting Claire on her knees, spreading her legs, and then tugging on her hair, lifting that limp drooling face off the sheets, and pushing it right against the wall.
Claire moaned like a desperate little slut, the rough treatment making her pussy twitch, her cheek squashed against the wall as she was forced to look aside. Juri lined her dick back up, the rod throbbing and pulsing angrily, clearly on edge, as she rubbed her fat head against the gaped slit.
“You know who’s sleeping right next door?” Claire’s alarm bells rung, her eyes widen with fear and shock, “If Valentina’s bed is right on this wall, she must have heard… every – slutty - sound coming out of your mouth. But if it’s on the opposite wall…” Juri drawled, her massive dickhead slowly pushing in, spreading those walls open:
“You better shut your fucking mouth if you don’t want her to know.”
*SLAM*
Claire’s wide eyes rolled in an instant, her scream successfully muffled as she clenched down on her teeth with all her strength. The impact was brutal, a quick instant shove that sent her bones rattling, and that she couldn’t absorb with her head pressed against the wall. Just as the flood of bliss died down and her eyes could roll back down, her teeth clenched again, harder, as Juri’s abs flexed, her hips gyrating in wide circles while holding every inch hilted. Those tight walls clamped around her dick, and she churned them up, making Claire’s entire channel shift to accommodate the rolling motions of her throbbing holy rod. Her body trembled, eyes constantly rolled as she tried her best not to scream, while her poor cunt was getting utterly wrecked.
Juri bent over her shaking form, leaning against her ear while her hips still rolled: “You’re such a good little sister, aren’t you?” She taunted, before her voice turned into a darker sneer, “If it’s for the divine mother, you can’t ride no dick. But if it’s for your image, you can keep your mouth shut…”
Claire wanted to speak, protest, but she knew if she parted those clenching teeth, the only sounds escaping her lips would be guttural screams.
“I am starting to question your faith sister Claire. Let’s put it to the test.”
A wave of fear overcame Claire at Juri’s tense, taunting words, and even more so when Juri pushed her skull hard against the wall, keeping her from moving a single inch, and giving the sister a second to really comprehend what was happening. And that second dragged out, allowing Claire to feel everything: her quivering thighs, her spasming pussy, her fingers clutching down at the sheets as if preparing for something bad, and her heart – that pure, innocent pulsing organ – dropped at the realization that no preparation could save her.
Her pussy got obliterated.
Juri’s hips moved in a blur, the constant smacking of flesh against flesh now more like vibrations as she pounded into Claire like a wild animal, taking sister Claire, fitting to her position, like a dog, milking orgasms out of her inexperienced cunt like they were nothing. In a matter of seconds, Claire’s determined gaze wavered and her lips parted, the flood of sensations needing an outlet, but even with her mouth wide agape, her screams were silent, her body flooded with so much alien-sensations that she was in a state of utter shock, constant waves of bliss rocking up her skull, with no chance to comprehend them as they flooded her again and again, until the dam broke.
“OUGHHHHUUUUUHHHH~~~~” The composed, kind sister uttered noises that were nearly animalistic in nature, a deep, guttural and honest scream of an animal well-fucked and bred. Her voice, as well as her silly unfiltered Ahegao, lacked any semblance of control. Her mind was now blank and empty, collapsing and shattering, making her submit and accept Juri’s dick as it annihilated her once-virgin walls, stretching her cervix-ring and pummeling deep into her womb.
“OUGH-!?” another guttural howl of confusion left her when she felt the hand on her head tighten, Juri defying all reason as she thrust harder and more powerful, pushing Claire over another edge as her cunt squirted all around the churning dick, all raining down the sheets, staining and soaking them. She screamed harder and louder, her voice resonating through the walls as her pussy got utterly destroyed and she loved every second of it. She was swept away by a tsunami of bliss, but not just once. She felt it crashing into her mind again and again, orgasm over orgasm crashing into her skull like falling dominoes, melting that pure little brain in her skull.
The searing sensations in her pussy, the limpness of her legs, all the way to do the blankness of her mind, Claire’s stupid, dumb-fucked brain loved all of it. she loved the veins grinding against her cunt, the massive head pushing into her womb, the rigid fat girth stretching her so far, she loved how it overwhelmed and claimed every part of her pussy with brute strength, but not once in this fucked state did she think about the divine mother.
Right now, all the most-devoted woman in the sect could think about was fleshy, carnal dick; over a foot of densely packed, pussy-churning girlcock.
“Worthless fucking bitch.” Juri sneered, and Claire could only howl in response; not comprehending Juri’s words at all, but conditioned well enough to feel bliss and submission just by hearing the voice of the woman that was fucking her so damn good.
It was tight, her pussy screaming in protest, spasming in multiple orgasms in a reflexive attempt to slow the bull down, but Juri’s pace didn’t falter a bit. She fucked through the increasing tightness, the sound of squelching flesh growing more visceral as she refused to adjust, steam-rolling those vice-tight walls and breaking Claire’s mind for good. Claire’s rolling pupils twitched with every hilt in her womb as if mirroring the destruction of her senses. Whenever Juri tore her dick out of Claire, her walls closed and created an air-tight barrier to stop this madness, only for the battering-ram of a dick to slam back inside, open her up a new, and remind her with every thrust and every second, that resistance was futile.
Claire’s body was held in place like a rock, her white ass now red with the force of Juri’s brutal slams, and her womb forced to take every single thrust as she was unable to cushion them. Instead, the slams resonated up her body, and right into the wall her head was pressed against, absorbing every impact and echoing out on the other side like hammer-blows.
She was so blissed out, that she couldn’t even think or worry about Valeria who was probably thinking she was brutally murdered next door.
She was screaming her very lungs out, her face an expression of pure unfiltered ecstasy, while Juri, for once, remained silent, fully focused on the prospect of filling a cunt up after 4 long gruesome months. Her balls were churning for it; her dick aching for it, her head just needed that satisfaction of what it was like to cum inside a woman again. her hips blurred out of motion, her dick churning that pussy so obscenely, that there was no way Claire was ever gonna live without dick.
Her face tensed up while Claire’s got increasingly more stupid. Instead of slowing down, focusing on more deliberate stimulation, Juri just rutted harder, bombarding her 17 inches long throbbing rod with constant stimulation till it would explode.
The adrenaline rush made her lose control of just how hardly she squeezed Claire’s head into the wall. Her face tensed up, eyes squeezing shut as she took sharp breaths, nearly hissing, while her hips rolled in a blur, pulling out more than a foot of cock into the open before slamming it all back into Claire’s cunt and womb, barely breaking a sweat despite the sheer intensity thanks to a life full of combat and sex.
Those hips, blurring out of motion, came to an instant stand-still. Juri had no time, no need, to warn the virgin sister of what that meant. All 17 inches were hilted and milked by tight spasming walls, and even then Juri was still pressing forward, pushing her base into Claire with all her strength, causing Claire’s back to arch with a guttural scream; Juri’s instincts taking over and forcing her to hilt that dick and secure her cum-bucket in place.
The silence that followed, though lasting a mere second, was deafening. Then came the churning, an audible rumble deep within Juri’s balls, the signal of something monstrous brewing within. Her face, once twisted in tense intensity, relaxed into something almost serene, her lips softly parting with a deep, guttural *SIGH*, before she let go.
Her dick pumped… It pumped in ways it never did with her hand. Four months without sex, despite jerking herself off countless times, left her balls heavy with pent-up desire, and all of it was now unleashed with the force of a dam breaking. The first blast shot through her cock like a cannonball, traveling the entire 17 inches before exploding into Claire’s womb. Juri’s eyes nearly rolled up with the intensity of it, her hand leaving Claire’s head to grab her hips, not just to ground herself, but to once again hold Claire in place, to make sure she took every drop. The shot was intense and overwhelming. Her dick, gripped by milking walls after 4 long months caused the first blast to last for an obscene 3 seconds. One single twitch of her dick, and Juri was blasting a beacon-full of dickcream into Claire’s womb, her balls refusing to cut the flow of cum, causing it to drown Claire’s womb and fallopian tubes in white. The blast ended, Juri visibly shuddering at just how good pussy felt, and not a second later another surge erupted, another long rope that lasted, and while her dickcream flooded Claire’s eggs, all she could muster was a deep sigh:
“Fuck.”
Her mind was white, all the months of frustration now concentrated into this one moment, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as her cock continued to unload deep inside the sister. The pressure built, then released again and again, each following spurt accompanied by a low, satisfied groan, while Claire was just gone.
Her eyes were still rolling up her skull, but her mouth hung open in a silent perpetual scream of confusion and disbelief, drool hanging from her chin as she was pumped so – very – full. The amount, the force of every shot forced Claire’s body to jolt and shudder, her mind unable to cope with just how much seed that holy rod could bless her with. The only sound that left her lips was strangled gasp of surprise, when she felt a deep pressure against her abdomen as the 4th shot bloated her very belly.
They were locked in place for a long moment, the only sign of movement were Juri’s massive balls, contracting to send yet another huge shot into Claire’s womb. Juri felt it all, every single blast flooding up her pipe and pouring out deep inside Claire, pushing against walls, and demanding space that didn’t exist. Her stomach continued to distend, the tight seal of her pussy around the entire 17 inches of dick making it nearly impossible for the cum to find a way out, nearly. When the pressure within her womb was too much, thick, white cream began to spill out around Juri’s hilted cock, leaking down Claire’s thighs in sticky rivulets, and filling the room with an instant stench of virile musk.
It reminded Juri of the power she held, the way her cock twitched and pulsed inside the overstimulated sister, each contraction forcing out another jet of cum and into her already stuffed, bloated womb. She felt large endless globs of cum pouring out against her base and balls, and despite the virile thickness, the sheer volume made it drip down in no-time, creating a growing pool of thick white dickcream right between Claire’s legs.
All of it got Juri’s head spinning; The sheer amount that she was pumping in. The way Claire’s body shuddered against her hands, just because her poor delicate womb couldn’t handle so much cum. 4 months and she had nearly forgotten at just how fucking good she was at this.
“Fuck, yes.” She growled, her voice thick with lust and satisfaction; having bloated out her womb, feeling so much cum spilling out, and yet her dick was still alive and pumping, and Claire barely held on. Her consciousness was on edge. She could feel the heat, even the weight of Juri’s cum pooling inside her, boiling hot against her womb’s walls, combined with the relentless stretch of that monstrous cock still buried deep. It was too much, too intense, but with every single blast into her core, she was reminded that she couldn’t escape it. She was held in place like an animal, trapped and pinned beneath Juri, her fertile body used for what it was made for: getting bred.
And when it seemed to end, it was already too late. When the final spurts came, they were accompanied by low, satisfied groans form Juri, her hips grinding against Claire’s as if to cement her claim. By the time her balls were empty, and her dick twitched no more, Juri lingered, deciding to savor the aftershocks of her dick inside the clamping tightness, milking her dick for every ounce of cum she had to give. Cum was still gushing out of Claire’s packed womb, slower and slower as the pressure in her womb decreased, and when it stopped, Juri was smiling, a wild feral grin creeping up her face when she felt that a fair amount of it was still pooling inside Claire, her swimmers tingling her thick dickhead as they swarmed Claire’s womb. She was savoring that moment, not caring that every second of her enjoyment meant, that 17 inches of her dick were still deeply impaling Claire’s cunt.
With another final satisfied groan, Juri eased her grip on Claire’s hips, her hands sliding down to each buttock as she leaned back, unsheathing just a bit of her cock before looking down and spreading each white cheek apart. The sight she was greeted only had one purpose: to boost her sick ego. After pumping out a load that could put stallions to shame, Juri just chuckled, a low, casual laughter filling the room, reminding herself of the sight of Claire’s once tight, virgin slit, and comparing it to its current state. Her cunt was stretched out beyond believe, her lips forced to grip the girthy, beefy length of her cock the size of a clenched fist. When she was satisfied with that, too, did she shift back on her knees and began the long, gradual process of easing herself out.
The massive cock slid inch by inch from the tight, clinging grip of Claire’s overstretched pussy. Juri’s body showed faint hints of pleasant shudders as each ridge of her cock was tugged by the spasming walls, a gentle sensation perfect for the aftermath, while Claire’s body didn’t quite take the release as easy as Juri, her body twitching uncontrollably, feeling Juri’s dick tug against every single wall on its way out.
The cum and walls that settled in when Juri remained hilted, were now forcefully displaced, causing the first few inches to slip out with a wet squelch. The tight lips smeared all the cum over Juri’s retreating shaft, coating her shaft with a thick layer of cum that made the withdrawal easier, yet still impossibly intense.
Claire’s spent mind was more than happy with the withdrawal, but her body held onto the dick, her cunt trying to suck Juri back in, the snug velvety warmth creating a vacuum around her cock that made every millimeter of retreat feel like a battle. Cum began to spill out again, starting with a slow trickle, oozing past the thick girth of Juri’s cock, but quickly turned int a flood as the pressure within Claire was relieved.
Halfway out Juri paused, watching with smug satisfaction as cum gushed out in thick obscene streams, running down Claire’s thighs, or just straight up dripping off her pussy and landing on the thick pool below with a wet SPLORTCH.
Juri relished in the contrasting sensations on her dick, one half in the open with the cold air grazing it, the other half still buried in Claire’s tight warmth. She gave a small, experimental thrust back in, just to watch Claire’s body react – a shudder running through her as her back arched slightly, a small, broken moan escaping her lips despite her exhaustion.
Her knees dragged back over the sheets, slowly, gradually, taking her time to savor every single inch, until finally with one last forceful pull, she yanked her cock free. The head popped out with a loud, wet sound. The giant rod, all 17 inches coated in white, fell, and before it could smack against Juri’s thighs, the head plopped against the cum-covered sheets. She watched closely as that pussy, now fully relieved, sent all the cum in her womb flooding out. It was a thick surge that splattered onto Juri’s dick, and onto the sheets in thick, heavy globs.
Her pussy gaped open, twitching and spasming in the aftermath; the initial flood now slowing down to a slow, viscous drips. Despite the relief that filled every cell of Claire’s body, there was also an overwhelming emptiness, a hard contrast to the fullness that had stretched her beyond her very limits.
Juri’s cock hung like a heavy weapon, cum slowly trickling down the endless length and onto the sheaths as it still throbbed slightly from the intensity of the release. She spread one of Claire’s ass-cheeks apart, revealing the obscene gaping cave she left behind and without much strength, she slipped 4 of her fingers into that cunt, angling them against Claire’s right walls, and savoring how long it took that poor, worn-out cunt to close around them.
With her fingers pressing against the walls, she could feel how that poor pussy slowly began to twitch as if trying to close, but the sheer size of what had just been inside her made it impossible. While keeping her digits inside Claire’s cunt, Juri looked almost casual at the clock in the room, the time she still had to pound Claire into a good faithful sister was all her semi-hard dick needed to throb to life again. Without mercy, Juri pulled on one side of Claire’s hips, and with her fingers inside her cunt, she twisted the poor woman around, tearing a broken moan out of Claire, as she was laid onto her back; her expression vacant, and broken, thrown into an unconscious delirium, laying there trembling and utterly spent on the bed, her muscles aching from being stretched so wide, her throat raw from the screams that had been forced out of her, and Juri…
Juri couldn’t give less fucks. She just smiled, grabbed her dick by the base, lined it back up, and fucked Claire.
She fucked her for as long as she promised; the entire night.
******
Claire lay utterly spent, her body a limp, sweat-soaked rag doll sprawled across the bed. Her face was buried in the pillow, her arms lifeless at her sides and legs spread wide, unable to close after meaning forced wide open throughout the relentless pounding. Juri’s dick pulled itself free with a wet barely audible plop, and despite the gaped cavern it left behind, not a single part of Claire’s body responded. The shy, kind sister has passed out; 3 hours ago, but that didn’t stop Juri from savoring her first pussy in months till the very last minute. Claire’s muscled were far beyond the point of aching. They were limb and unresponsive. Every ounce of energy was drained from her.
Juri sighed contently, a satisfied smirk curling on her lips as she looked down, grabbing her still-gleaming dick and lazily poking her glans against the ruined entrance. She watched, almost in clinical fascination as it slides it in and out without any resistance, any grip.
“Nasty, loose bitch …” she quipped with a mix of disdain and pride. With a careless flick, she tossed her own dick aside, the motion smooth and effortless as she jumped over one of Claire’s spread legs and off the bed in a single fluid motion. her hand smacking down on Claire’s ass, the sore flesh rippling, “No more different than a fuck-toy.”
She planted one foot firmly on the bed right beside Claire’s head, leaning down to grab a fistful of sweat-soaked hair and peeling her face of the saliva-soaked pillow. Claire’s face was slack, her eyes looking right past Juri in some kind of fucked-out dimension. Juri let go, letting that head limply fall back down to the pillow, before her hand reached between her own legs, grabbing the sore, semi-hard length, before laying it right down on Claire’s head.
“You better pray to your precious divine mother that your cunt snaps back by tonight,” she slapped her dick against Claire’s head as she talked, “because if not, the holy rod’s gonna be stuffing up another one of your holes.”
She gave her head one last slap, before dropping her shaft, stepping off the bed, and back, watching it drag off Claire’s head, the sheets, before loudly SMACKING against her thigh. Standing there, after all she had done, Juri just stretched.
“Overall, pathetic performance Claire.” She uttered, stretching one arm behind her head with a bored yawn, “The divine mother’s gonna expect more dedication from you next time. At least make sure you’re conscious enough to clean up all the mess you’ve spilled on my cock after we are done. Juri turned around, grabbing her habit.
“Skip breakfast today, and get your ass in the shower. Might as well take a nap instead of doing your prayers, cause you’re not gonna get any sleep tonight-- nor the next few nights.” Juri’s grin widened as she stood at the door-frame taking one last glance over her shoulder, “And don’t worry, The divine mother will understand, given your new responsibility.”
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It was like a towering monument in front of Claire, stretching far beyond her head, and though it didn’t cast a shadow over her in this perspective, it did so metaphorically, the presence, the size of it casting a shadow of dominance and superiority over her petite frame.