I slowly regained consciousness and found myself tied to an armless chair in an empty room, the witches' blanket draped over my lap to hide my nakedness. The room had white walls and a soft, off-white carpet. To my right was a closet door fitted with a floor to ceiling mirror, to my left were heavy curtains covering what I presumed was a window, and in front of me, standing between me and the door, were three of the fundies who had attacked and abducted me.
I felt a furious anger rising within me, and was about to begin screaming abuse at them when I remembered that they were not only completely insane, but were also in total control of the situation. So I restrained myself and just looked at their sneering faces.
"You see, brother Daniel?" one of them said. "I told you he'd be fine."
"That may be, but we still couldn't have left him out there," replied another. With their identical outfits, haircuts, and slightly chubby, anger-reddened faces, I literally couldn't tell them apart.
"Alright, listen here, heathen," the third fundie said, taking a step towards me. "We aren't normally in the habit of kidnapping folks, not even filthy satan-worshipping idolators like you. But we didn't have any other choice. We're gonna keep you here until morning, then come morning we're gonna pray over you and let you loose. But if you tell anyone about this, I promise you that we will find you and send you straight to the hellfire that's already awaiting your cursed soul. Understand?"
I had no doubt that he was serious, so I just nodded meekly. The fundie turned, seemingly satisfied with my response, and he and his two compatriots stalked out of the room, turning off the light and shutting the door behind them, leaving me in darkness.
I immediately began struggling against the ropes that held my wrists and ankles to the chair legs, but they were too well-tied and the chair was too sturdy for me to break free. I heard a door slam somewhere beneath me, and then the men's voices from outside, receding into the distance. Then there was silence. I struggled some more, only barely preventing myself from tipping the chair over, and finally I gave up, exhausted, and slowly drifted back into much-needed sleep, hoping that they really would just set me free in the morning and not do something crazy like burn me at the stake.
I don't know how long I'd been asleep when I suddenly awoke, startled by the sound of footsteps out in the hall. I heard them approach the door, which opened and a figure, indistinct in the darkness, entered the room and shut the door, then flipped on the light.
I blinked in the sudden brightness, and saw that the figure was an extremely pretty young woman, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a blue long-sleeved dress that hung down to her ankles and a necklace from which hung a wooden cross. Her blue eyes widened in surprise when she saw me sitting there, and a smile spread across her face.
"So it's true!" she said excitedly, clasping her hands together in front of her. "Amazing!"
I didn't know what to do. "Uh...what's true? Who are you?" I asked, still a little groggy.
"Why, I'm Mary Gray," she said, as if it was obvious. "I awoke with the clamor of the men's arrival, and heard them speaking in low tones with my father, saying they'd captured an idolator, a worshipper of the devil himself, fornicating with his satanic harlots! What's your name, satanist?" She seemed thrilled by the idea of being in the presence of a devil-worshipper.
"Listen," I began, "My name is Kurt, and I'm not a satanist. And just because those chicks were witches doesn't mean they worship the devil, either," I said, wondering whether I should even bother getting into a theological dispute with this fundie chick.
"Nonsense, Kurt!" Mary laughed, "Anyone who worships anything other than the Lord and His son Jesus Christ is worshipping the devil, whether they know it or not! That's what father says, and on that point I happen to agree with him."
"And what's your father know about it?" I asked snarkily.
She raised her eyebrows. "Why, he's the Reverend Gray, founder and leader of the Brethren of Christian Righteousness, of whose estate you are now a guest. In fact," she added with a giggle, "you're the first guest in our new guest house!" She gestured to indicate the room and, presumably, the building itself. "We've just finished it, only it's not furnished yet. I heard Father tell the men to keep you here until morning."
"Sounds like preaching has done your father well," I said, my tone still caustic.
Her eyes narrowed somewhat. "God has smiled on my father," she said flatly. "Now, would you like my help or not?"
I was surprised. "I didn't know that's what you were here for," I told her.
"Well it is. I intend to free you, Kurt. This treatment frankly isn't Christian. But first I want you to do something for me."
Delighted, I quickly agreed. "You'd set me free? Shit, I'll do anything!"
Mary smiled. "Alright. I want you to fuck me like you fucked those satanic sluts out in the woods until my pussy creams on your nice fat cock."
My mouth literally fell open. Of all the crazy shit I'd been through, nothing had surprised me as much as hearing this torrent of filth come pouring out of the mouth of what was to all appearances a modest young fundamentalist Christian woman.
"What the...?" I exclaimed, convinced I was still asleep and dreaming. "What? Where did you learn to talk like that?" I had another distressing thought. "How old are you even, anyway?"
Mary laughed, and began walking slowly towards me. "I'm twenty," she said, then proceeded to explain. "My father has always preached against fornication," she began, "but I know that I am saved by the grace of Jesus Christ. So when I felt my body begin to desire the flesh of men, I knew deep inside that that desire came from God, and it was good. And I've seen videos on the internet, even though my father forbids us from using it, of people enjoying pleasure so powerful that it cannot but have come from God."
I realized then that she must have received the entirety of her education about sex from porn.
"So I began fornicating with some of the young men from my father's flock, who I quickly convinced of the correctness of my beliefs. But when Father found out, he was furious, and had them sent away to New Guinea to perform penance and work as missionaries. And now my wet little pussy, which I know God has made to bring pleasure to men, just as Eve was made to bring pleasure to Adam, has been bereft of the cocks it desires, yes, that it desires with a passion that mirrors my soul's longing for God."
Her voice rose, quivering with emotion as she continued. "And when I heard the men speaking of you, and I felt my pussy grow wet with lust as they described how you'd fucked those devil-worshipping whores, I knew that God was giving me a sign. I knew that if I came to you, and I showed you the pleasure of a Godly woman's body, you would see that God is good, and he loves you, and you would turn away from your satanic ways and embrace the Lord and His son Jesus Christ and be saved for all eternity."
It was, I reflected, among the most beautiful and poetic invitations to sex I had probably ever received.
"So," she said as she finally reached me, and took my head in her gentle hands, lifting it to look up into her gorgeous face. "Will you let me show you the bounty of God's love?"
I wondered if she was insane or just a firm believer in her interpretation of Christianity, and then I realized that there was no way to even tell the difference. "Show me," I said.
Mary smiled and bent down, giving me a long, deep kiss on my mouth, at the end of which her wet tongue slipped briefly between my lips. "You shall see the glory of God," she whispered, then released my head and stepped back, leaving me still tied to the chair. She tucked her necklace into her dress, then reached down and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing that she wore nothing underneath, then slid her arms out of the sleeves and tossed the dress aside. She stood and looked at me, allowing me to admire her body, naked but for the cross that still hung from her neck.