The Authority She Craves

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and the product of my imagination. All characters are over 18 years old, capable of giving consent, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. The events described are entirely fictional and not meant to encourage or promote real-life behavior. Please do not copy, share, or reproduce this work without my permission.

⚠️ Content Warning: religious trauma (mentions of cult-like structures), sexual relations between relatives, misogyny (very outdated world views in general)

📖 Approximate reading time: ~4.1k words / ca. 16--25 min.

Author's Note:

Welcome back to my page! This is the second chapter in my new story series

"The Authority she craves", therefore following the journey of our redhead beauty.

I don't want to spoil too much for you, so without further ado: enjoy and as always feel free to leave feedback. ;)

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The loud, rhythmic banging of the church bell wakes me up every morning at exactly 6 am. So naturally, like every morning, I sit up pin straight on the part of the floor I call my bed and rearrange the colorful pillows, as well as the blankets underneath me.

As I stand up, I suddenly can feel my stomach dropping.

Where is everyone? My brothers aren't sleeping anymore?

As if someone who isn't me could wake them up, please.

I examine the room thoroughly; their bunk beds are made perfectly, no piles of clothing on the dark wooden floor to be found, the ceiling fan is spinning to keep the heat outside the small hut, while the sun is shining through the beige curtains as the only source of light.

With an eerie feeling that something is going on here, I take a look at my alarm clock, which reassures me I indeed haven't slept in. I never have, and I surely wouldn't start right on my 19th birthday. Aware of my duties, I decide to just get ready and ask my father later on about the weird behavior of my two brothers.

Hastily I sneak into the little blue-tiled bathroom. I comb through my long red waves and tie them together with a white ribbon, as preferred by the priests. As I undress myself, my eyes start to wander across the mirror leaned against the wall. My eyes get caught by the way my body has changed in those last few years.

I've definitely been a late bloomer, but the perky breasts pointing at me in the mirror are proof of my womanhood as much as the curves that accentuate my wide hips.

I catch myself thinking how they are there to be held while bending me over a table.

I can see myself moaning in the grass with my fingers inside my... God Amber stop. I shake my head to get rid of the devilish thoughts, but I just can't resist catching some of my leaking thoughts in the form of wetness on my finger and savoring the taste in my mouth before fully snapping out of my daydream.

To calm my nerves, I sit down on the cold floor as I carefully put on my beige knee-high stockings first.

The floor pressing against my hot skin can't stop the wetness running down my legs, though; so to avoid embarrassing myself, I put on the mandatory, way too thick, cotton underpants, covering everything from my belly button to my mid-thighs.

At least that way the wind down there wouldn't drive me insane today.

How did I even forget wearing them yesterday in the first place?

To make it quick, I avoid my own gaze as I throw on the layers of mandatory undergarments so I am innocent enough for the receiving of the Holy Ghost today. The long white dress, which is supposed to cover everything, still clings way too tight to my body; because of that, I decide to take my white veil with me.

Just to be extra safe.

I carefully slip into my black ballerina shoes and head out to the other hut, where my father and mother are already awaiting me.

"There she is, my beautiful young lady!" I am greeted by my big, grey-haired father.

His Santa-like beard shakes as he laughs.

"Look at you, felt the need to be extra cautious today, haven't we?"

I smile awkwardly, feeling trapped in his question.

"I, uhm, just wanted to make sure God will have me today, Father." I come up with a more socially acceptable excuse for why I am wrapped like a gift.

"Don't be so shy now, sweetheart. You don't think we've forgotten it's your special day today, have you?"

Of course they haven't, but I certainly seem to have hid the information well enough in the back of my brain to just now to remember that it certainly is not just my 19th birthday.

I can feel my lips quivering as the realization hits. "But Daddy, I will be able to go to church beforehand, right? And - I haven't packed or fed the cows or or the pigs, and who will help Mother sew Dustin's new uniform?"

My mother, a plump lady who is just a little shorter than me and dressed in her usual Sunday clothing as well as an apron, pats my shoulder lovingly as she tells me my help will be missed but not needed by her and promises me she will keep up with my duties while I'm gone.

"I know you are scared, but it's about time you learn to fulfill all duties of having your own household and how the real world works. There is only so much I can teach you. The boarding school has excellent ratings, and so far not any young lady that has come back from it hasn't been made a better wife to God and her husband."

"I can't leave without my blessing still and my things, mother. I don't want to worry you or be disobedient, but I am just not prepared."

The big statue of my father stomps clumsily towards me and embraces me in a way-too-tight hug.

"The boys have taken care of everything, and the priests will arrive any minute now to give you your blessing for the way, sweetheart." I am robbed of anything to say as I force a smile and sit at the table to eat my last breakfast with my family, scared for what's to come.

After barely touching my breakfast, I open the door and kneel down to greet the three priests in their dark red robes. They signal me with a smile to stand up and follow them into a small chapel with windows made out of colorfully stained glass.

One of the windows shows a majestic woman lying on her back, surrounded by men looking down on her as each of them touches one part of her body to console her: her shoulders, her hair, her stomach. One priest stands between her legs, welcoming her child into the world, which is covered in a stream of light coming from the holy heavens above.

That's it, that's the most holy gift, that's what my womanhood should be used for. Only the birth of God's children. I feel my chest aching as I think about my sinful behavior in the past, and a single tear escapes my burning eye.

"Sister Glorya, my child. Please kneel for your confession to receive the holy anointing of purity and motherhood."

Quickly I fall to my knees, my nose touching the floor guiltily to confess.

I can feel my heart skipping a beat as I breathe the words:

"Father, I have sinned in thoughts, words, but especially in my doings. I can feel the sin flooding my veins and the wrong enjoyment the devil has planted inside of me. I am not worthy of your presence, but I beg for your forgiveness to stay a part of this holy union. I am sick."

I can feel my stomach turning. The head priest seated before me in the throne-like chair grabs my chin and lays it in his lap.

I stare right into three disappointed faces looking down at me.

"My child, tell me what you did exactly.

Only God can judge you, but I will guide you to find redemption."

Tears are now streaming down my face stuttering, I answer:

"I have been plagued by incredibly filthy thoughts for weeks. It feels like my parts that are not to be touched are driving me insane with- a sort of need, a craving... I gave in to my hand I touched uh I touched myself down there, rubbing myself."

I just know the priest is mad by his slow, heavy breathing and his leg muscles tightening so much they seem to form a bulge under his gown. His head flushes red.

"I understand breaking your oath like that is indeed... sickening, child. Tell me...did you penetrate yourself?"

"It was like I was possessed," I scream in distress. A deep growl escapes the priest.

"I will help you release yourself, Glorya. Don't be afraid. I am certain the new boarding school will bring you back to your senses. In the meantime I will tell your father about you, so he will be prepared to help you. As your punishment, the Lord will surely appreciate you helping a woman in labor. I will schedule that for your holy work contract in the nearest town. Remember it is your duty to help bring God's children into this world."

He presses my mouth against the seemingly twitching muscles in his lap, letting a deep rumbling noise escape his chest as he speaks:

"I now free you from the devil's work and forgive your sins, my pure child. I need you to show remorse through your actions and receive the punishments faith will send you. In the name of the holiest gift and our God. Speak with me:"

I part my lips and automatically speak the German words I grew up with:

"Mein heiliger Körper gehört deinem Geschlecht, deinem Samen, berührt nur von deiner Heiligkeit sollst nur du dich an mir laben. Amen."

The priest plants a soft kiss onto my forehead to give me his blessing before leading me to the big white van parked outdoors.

As I open the door to sit inside it, the priest whispers conspiratorially into my ear: "Keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut at all times, my child." A smirk decorates his face as he closes the door behind me, and my family waves good-bye as the local farmer starts the church-van.

The farmer is a good man. I've known him since my childhood and could always rely on his judgment. He also used to go to the playground with me when my parents were fulfilling their duties to the holy community. He was the best uncle replacement one could get; he even got on the slide when I was scared because of its height.

One time he protected me from my older cousin, who was trying to kick me off of the swing by pushing me way too hard.

"Uncle Rodney is going to take care of you, sweetheart, don't worry." He smiles reassuringly at me through the rearview mirror. I nod, sadly staring at the car floor as unexpectedly the car stops at the side of the road.

"Are we there yet?", I mumble with my eyes half closed from them tearing up the whole time.

"Not yet, darling; your Uncle Rodney has to do some preparations beforehand. Your father told me you have sinned and wants me to find the right solution to keep you holy for the new chapter of your life. Do you understand that, my dear?"

I gulp, suddenly feeling a lump in my throat. "Of course, sir."

Quickly I unfasten my seatbelt and fall to my knees as my mother taught me to do. There is no way I would prove to my dearest Uncle Rodney that I am really that dirty sinner my actions make me out to be.

"That's a good girl." His big hand strokes my head, gently intertwining his fingers with the roots of it. With my own hands planted on my thighs, I lean further forward to kiss his black boots.

"I am deeply saddened by my actions and will accept anything you are offering to my dirty self as a way of guidance or punishment. May God help you. I am yours, sir."

Slowly licking Uncle Rodney's shoes clean, I sigh in embarrassment as I feel my cheeks getting hot.

All of a sudden he yanks my head back.

The pain shoots down my spine, and I shiver in response.

"Young lady, I want you to stand up and greet your cousin according to this holy action."

With a shock on my face that I can't hide, I get outside the car and kiss my cousin on his shoes to recognize him as my superior guidance.

"Hello, sir." I whisper.

"Speak up!"

"Hello, sir, excuse me, dear cousin."

"You are excused. Lay on your back!"

"Here on the dirt, sir? I surely don't want to rebel against you, but it seems inappropriate as I am wearing a white gown."

"On your back!" He barks at me while kicking me over.

A small whimper escapes my mouth as I lie there looking up at him.

His hand-me-down-jeans are only tight around the crotch, with a big black belt holding them in place. His grey turtleneck is showing the contours of his abs. I feel a tingling sensation between my legs as I look at his big arms in awe of his strength.

His brown locks frame his squarish face even more than his beard stubble. My mouth goes dry. I've never paid that much attention to him since we were little kids.

"Please, do what is needed to me, dear cousin."

"That's better! Let me take that off real quick." and with no time for me to process, my undergarments are torn apart and lie beside me on the floor.

"Wow, you are clean-shaven Amber, you look so fucking tasty."

Do I really? My flesh grows hot under his examining staring.

"Thank you, sir. I want to be pretty for my husband in the future to fulfill my duty, sir."

"I am sure he'll like it as much as I do. Now spread your legs for me, sinner."

He drags them forward, laying my hips onto his lap as he is sitting down on the ground.

His cold hand cups my vulva, and I twitch beneath his touch.

"Amber, you are so hot, literally. Like you're in heat or something, damn."

I try to ignore the desperate throbbing of my clit beneath his fingers and close my eyes. Please, don't hurt...

"Oh, we have not grown shy, little girl, have we? Come on, nothing I haven't seen already, my little cousin."

His fingers start stroking my clit, and I can't stop the moan escaping my mouth.

"You're enjoying that huh?"

I can feel a tear of embarrassment running down my cheek as he goes faster in circles. I bite my lip to hold back my moaning.

Suddenly I can smell his ashy perfume as he leans closer and whispers in my ear.

"You would love me inside of you, wouldn't you? Answer me!"

"Yes, yes sir.", I squeak. The devil speaking, but god yes please.

"Oh you filthy little slut, you are gonna get what you deserve."

He spits on his fingers and massages the saliva into my sensitive area with force.

Once again I am whimpering beneath his touch as I can feel my nipples hardening.

"Sir, I will gladly accept everything you give me. Please."

"Shut up, Amber." His hand skillfully reaches between my folds, searching for my hole.

Not thinking about it, I rub myself on him, sighing in relief.

He slips one of them inside my pussy.

I let out a hoarse scream at the sensation driving him further into myself.

"Damn, Rodney, she is bone dry. I think there's gonna be some preparation needed for this."

I can't grasp what he is talking about; I am literally dripping wet.

"No,no I..."

"Shush, sugar, your cousin is gonna do what's best for you."

My uncle catches my probably tomato-red face in his hands and kisses me on the lips, as if I were still the little girl he needs to console after falling down the climbing frame. At first I feel a warm wave of safeness rolling over me.

He just doesn't stop, and after a while his tongue intrudes into my mouth, making the kiss more passionate.

Out of nowhere a sharp pain drives through my nervous system. Once again the teeth of my cousin are piercing my inner thigh, making me realize the source of pain.

I can feel my legs shaking, but he is holding them steady while my uncle moves on to knead my breasts.

"Look at me Amber!"

My uncle finally lets go of my lips as I obey my cousin's orders, looking at him for a short moment before he playfully bites into my clit.

I can feel my whole body twitching and my eyes watering as a result.

"Uncle it hurts.", I gasp.

"Shhh, sweet one. Come here."

Once again he forces me to kiss him, asserting his dominance, as he takes over rubbing my clit faster and faster. Simultaneously the tongue between my thighs moves rhythmically up and down in long strokes, licking and sucking as if his life depends on it.

"Aaargh..." I am completely lost, and my nervous system is in overdrive. I am burning, gasping for air, wanting so much to finally be fucked properly.

I can feel relief surging through me as my cousin drags me closer, his tongue nearly fucking me, driving in and out.

Again and again. My back buckles, driving my pussy deeper into his face and spreading my juices all over him.

"You taste so fucking good, Amber. You still aren't wet enough though."

He now starts finger-fucking me, my body not even able to process all the sensations anymore, with my uncle pinching my nipples through my dress.

I am on the verge of cumming.

My lips start trembling as I beg for him to stop.

"Nah, sweetheart, that's how we'll get the devil out of you. Now cum for me, Amber."

As always, I obey, my whole body in suspense as my second-ever orgasm takes over me. I bite into my hand so that my scream isn't heard, before I slowly start coming down from my high.

"Alright, how are you feeling, sweetheart?" my uncle asks, as if everything were going as usual.

"Hmmm..." is the only thing I can get out as the sensations are still flooding me.

"Good, now, Derick, I won't be needing your assistance anymore. Good work."

At this very moment my cousin stands up. I can see his face lighting up, looking at the result of what he has done to me.

Glancing up, I can see the big bulge he is hiding in his pants.

"Thank him, Amber."

"How would you like me to thank you, sir?", I ask giving him my best puppy eyes.

"Kiss me, baby, come on."

He drags my head to him by the neck and kisses me roughly.

"You taste good, don't you? Now let your uncle finish his business, little one, before you become all dry again."

Like on command, I feel my wetness drip down my leg.

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much", I breathe.

My uncle is already sitting in the back of the car. And I feel a sense of excitement at what's to come. Or is it fear?

He pats his knee and smiles at me reassuringly.

"Bend over my knee."

I want to gather my underwear from the floor, but my cousin stops me, by shoving me into the van.

I crawl forward on all fours and lie myself over my uncle's knees, with a deep sigh.

To be more aware of what's going on around me, I look over my shoulder and can't believe my eyes as I see Derick stroking the bulge through his pants.

He lifts my skirt for his stepfather and proceeds to stand right with his dick in front of my face.

"Now that's for you enjoying that before!" he says as he takes a swing and lands it right on my ass. I squeak fearfully.

"Now before we finish your punishment. I have to make sure you won't insert something for pleasure inside yourself again. Be a good girl, alright?"

"Yes, I will, Uncle, I promise."

At first his hand that had once fed me baby food feels weird touching me like this. It's pressing hard against my entrance as if it's testing my resistance.

He slides in without a problem, and I know it shouldn't, but it feels so good to be filled again. So good, that I move back on my uncle's lap to drive his fingers deeper.

Slap!

That's my pussy. It burns, but somehow nothing can stop my arousal.

I just want to be taken so bad.

As I stop fantasizing, I suddenly feel that something is being pushed inside me.

It's cold as ice. I get goosebumps, and I am sure they can see it between my legs, the way they stare at my pink flesh so fascinated.

"One in, three more to go, relax."

I try to as he shoves one ice-cold, steel ball into me after another.

I grunt as I realize that they are getting bigger each time.

My cousin covers my mouth with his hand to shut me up, as my uncle pushes the last one in. I scream in pain, struggling with the hard metal, that feels like it's trying to rip me open. To make it less painful, I try to get it in by wiggling my behind, but only the brutal force my uncle uses can finally get it in. At this point my eyes must be red as blood from the crying, but I try to keep it together.