The Sacred Whore

{This piece was inspired by a round-robin story group online. The premise was set as follows: A female submissive slut-pet is put out for sexual use by her Master. She's been gang-banged, used and abused for days. Deep down, she loves being shared and made to do nasty things as she is an exhibitionist at heart. My contribution to the story picks up toward the seemingly end of the submissive girl's days of debauchery}

By now our little slutty cunt-girl is close to being spent after days of persistent use and abuse. This is where I approach her, assuming the role of the "nurturing Goddess" who will take the time to sanctify and cleanse this poor whore who has been subjected to the carnality of so many debauched souls...

I find the dirty slut nearly passed out in exhaustion...naked, and quivering in a puddle mixture of her own lush excitement as well as the fluids of all those who came before. She is a bit disoriented but still alert and functioning as well as any debased fuck-slut can be. I throw a blanket over her dirty, used, naked flesh and place a cup of cold water to her trembling but succulent lips. I then invite her to come with me, so that she may bathe and refresh herself. She is happy to oblige and in awe of my apparent kindness.

We arrive at my temple and a nice, steaming bath has been prepared in my in-ground pleasure pool. There, two sweet servant girls of mine aid her and lower her weary, filthy body into the warm, scented waters and bathe her lovingly. She relaxes for the first time in days and quite enjoys the special attention being given to her sore, violated body.

I observe and ask the whore "Why did you let this happen to yourself?" She coyly replies, "Because I am a nasty slut and I do whatever my Master pleases, Ma'am."

I smile and direct the servant girls to dry her flesh and present her to me. She is given a white silk robe to wear and she makes her way to where I stand.

"Such a beautiful whore you are, indeed," I note as I open the front of her robe and expose her bare flesh once again. I tenderly run my fingers over her tits and pause to slightly tweak a nipple. Naturally she shudders at my touch and her delightful nipples harden instantly.

"It's time to consecrate you, sweet slut," I say and take her by the hand and lead her to the temple altar.

The whore stares in wonderment at the main temple surroundings. Lit candles illuminate the room from every corner and crevice. Statues of Goddesses are placed throughout and a large, granite altar figures prominently on a dais in the middle of the room.

"Remove the robe and come here," I instruct and she obeys.

She steps up to the platform where I stand before the altar of the Goddess. I motion for her to lie upon the altar and there I begin her cleansing.

"This is the oil of the Sacred Whore," I explain as I massage it into her skin and she moans quietly as I do so. "With this act, I consecrate your body and embed your flesh with the intent of transforming your meaningless, whoring ways into something much more profound, little piglet".

I remove a lit candle taper from the nearby upright candelabra and hold it high above the whore's shiny, glistening body. "This is the flame of the Sacred Whore. With it, your filth and debauchery will be burned away and you will be re-born a cherished whore and follower of the Cult of Creatrix."

Slowly and deliberately, scalding bits of candle wax drip over the slut's skin. Additional amounts of hot wax are dropped onto her tits, neck area, stomach, thighs, cunt, and ass as these are the parts of the whore's body which she has often used to lure and corrupt the lesser men and women who simply are unable to resist the charms of a young, nubile slut-bitch.

The whore squirms and cries out as candle wax dribbles endlessly over her slick cunt hole.

"Now, now...enough with the protest, little whore. I thought you liked having your holes filled?" I smile warmly into her widening eyes.

"Did you think you were really going to get a break?" I ask her. "You, my darling cum-bucket, are a Whore of the First Order now. Instead of being thrown pointlessly to the horny, desperate masses, you will be used and defiled by only the most distinguished, deviant, twisted and powerful members of My Cult. If you thought you were destroyed before, you have no idea what it is like to be repeatedly destroyed, reborn and destroyed again by those who follow the Creatrix Way. What you are subjected to from here on, has meaning now, fuckpet"

The whore trembles as I hold the lit taper end with the flame inches away from her throbbing cunt.

"Oh no...please don't," she begs.

"I should burn your nasty hole...for all of the abuse you so willingly accepted," I say matter-of-factly. "But I am also a kind Goddess and I see a True Whore in you. One that would be a shame to waste when she can instead be used and displayed for much higher purposes."

She begins to breathe more steadily again and I extinguish the candle's flame. Just when she seems to be relaxing, her body stiffens and jerks as I insert the candle stick past her juicy cunt lips.

"The consecration continues, sweet one," I inform her. Slowly and deeply, I fuck her cunt with the candle and she inevitably begins to succumb, as is expected.

Several of My Cult Initiates have entered the room and are witnessing in earnest, the transformation of this whore. "Do gather around the altar, for the baptism ceremony is about to begin," I tell them.

Seven figures in black hooded robes step up to the altar and the whore is both confused and extremely aroused, as is evidenced by the slippery oozing fluids trailing from her cunt as it continues to be thrust by the candle stick.

"Join me in cleansing this whore," I instruct the initiates. Hands are placed all over her naked flesh, gloved fingers probing, kneading and pinching at her. The Sacred Whore can barely contain herself....she is nearing climax and for the first time in days, this is the orgasm she's been aching for.

"You are feeling all of the sacred, sexual energy, yes?" I bend and whisper into her ear. She nods and mumbles incoherently. I brush my lips over her neck. "You are about to be reborn. When you cum for me, you will be elevated in your new status."

The whore is arching her back and her legs are spread even wider, held apart by two initiates. Gone is the candle stick and in place of it, a robed male stands, the fabric loosened at his waist and his erect, dripping cock is set free, pressing up against the whore's cunt lips.

I nod to him and he begins pummeling into her. Almost immediately she orgasms...her cries and screams fill the Temple with the most achingly beautiful sounds. He too, is close to climax and at once, he spills his seed deep inside of the whore.

She slowly returns from her blissful state while the robed figures continue to slowly massage her flesh. The man who has just finished fucking her places his hands to the hood of his robe and pulls it down in front of her. She gasps and squeals in delight. It is her Master!

"Yes, Sacred Whore...your Master was involved in this transformation rite. I promised he'd be the first one to consecrate you and I am so very pleased with this act. Undoubtedly, the Goddess is ecstatic," I compliment.

"And now, the baptism!" I announce. The remaining initiates remove their robes and begin to rub their cocks over the whore's skin, near her mouth, cunt, etc.

The Sacred Whore turns her head and looks at me once again. "There's more?"

I smile at her ignorance. "What did you think happens during the baptism? In the Creatrix Cult, nothing is more sacred than being doused in the sperm of the initiates...in this way, each member marks you and you continue to be reborn whenever their fluids bless you".

The initiates begin some moaning of their own, as some are close to orgasm.

"Baptize her well," I instruct. "Cover every inch of her body with your cum as she will remain that way for at least the next week."

The whore cries out as her Master holds open her legs and some of the initiates prepare to introduce their sperm to her cunt. Others are pushing their cocks into her mouth and she wiggles around, trying to accommodate her fellowship.

I turn and walk toward the back door to the temple...smiling to myself. As I open the door, I let in the next seven initiates who are eager to partake in the Baptism of the Sacred Whore.

"Once a whore, always a whore," I chuckle as I note the line of initiates that goes on as far as my eyes can see.