A Good Christian Woman Ch 04

------Jessica------

I don't remember falling asleep. The whole night after Adam left the room was a blur of cocks, cum, and strange men. There weren't many that were the same size as Adam, and I was kind of thankful that I decided to take him first. It made everything that came after easier. Most cocks were thinner, or shorter, and easier to take. Hell, I didn't even have to take one of them. I took some amount of pride and pleasure in that. There was one guy last night who found me so sexy he shot on the bed before I even touched him. A waste of a star, but still appreciated.

I was shaken awake by a soft, soothing voice, and a kind touch.

"Morning sleepyhead. You did so good, Jessie!" Kim said, sitting next to me on the bed in the now brightly lit room, and softly stroking my hair. I felt strands of hair snap from my skin, stuck to me with dried sweat or some other fluid.

"Are you ready for morning prayers?" Kim said softly, gesturing towards the man in the doorway. As I crawled out of my deep, exhausted, sleep, I felt a powerful soreness between my legs and my hand tenderly ran down to my vagina.

"I'm so sore, I don't know if I can...' I said, blinking the sleep from my eyes.

"Oh you won't need that Jessie, we pray on our knees remember?" She said, trailing one finger across my bottom lip.

I nodded, "Yes Ma'am".

"Alright then, come here sweetheart." Kim said, pulling me from the bed and helping me to my knees beside it.

"I want you behind her. Play with her tits." The man said, moving from the doorway and dropping his pants to the ground.

"Normally I don't play with girls," Kim said in my ear, "but what do we say when men command something from us, Jessie?" Kim asked, sitting on the bed behind me so my back and neck rested between her legs.

"Yes Sir." I said, automatically. Kim started stroking my hair from behind, pulling it out of my face and holding it behind me as the man lined his cock up with my mouth.

"Good girl." Kim said, leaning over me and placing a hand on my breast, flicking my sore nipples as he entered me.

It was easier now. This man wasn't as large as Adam, but he was still on the bigger end. I had taken so many different cocks in my mouth last night, and over time I grew more and more comfortable with it. Where at first I could barely take Adam's head in, I eventually became able to take the entirety of an average sized one easily. I thought maybe it was just the effects of the pill yesterday, but sucking on this one in the light of day I realized something.

I fucking love sucking dick.

I forced my head all the way down on it, relaxing my throat as I went and looking up at the large man in front of me. Gagging, squelching sounds leaking from my mouth as I threw my head back and forth on it.

"Holy fuuuuuuck Kim, I see why she got so many stars" He said as his body shuddered with pleasure.

Kim giggled behind me as she squeezed my tits together, "She's my top pick for protege this year, I think. What do you think about that, sweetie?"

Kim leaned backwards and pulled me off his cock.

"I have a man to service first, Ma'am." I said, my hand stroking his cock.

Kim laughed behind me, "See! She's perfect! Better than Sarah, don't you think, Sir?" and she slammed my head forward back onto his cock and violently tossed me back and forth, forcing my head down on his shaft.

The man groaned, "I'll need to try her pussy when she feels better, but so far this one is perfect."

"Serving men is serving God. We can speak about your future later, sweetie. Finish your prayer." Kim said, and I followed instructions.

A few minutes later this man exploded down my throat. I was used to the taste now and swallowed it all down. I continued sucking his tender cock as he began to go soft and pulled away from me.

"How else may I serve you, Sir?" I asked as he pulled away on legs made of jelly.

He laughed through heavy breaths, "That will be all Jessica."

He leaned forward over me and brought his head down to Kims, his flaccid cock dangling in front of me, and I fought the urge to take it in my mouth.

They kissed above me.

"See you later tonight, baby?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, my classes are over at 4, I'll have dinner ready by 6. I love you!" Kim said, cheerfully.

"I love you too baby. Good luck with this one." He said, separating from her and putting his pants back on before exiting the room. You'd think I couldn't be in any more shock than I already was with the events of the last few days, but this was WILD.

"Is he your boyfriend, Ma'am?" I asked in disbelief.

"Fiance!" She chirped back, "Isn't he amazing?"

"You let him be with other girls?" I asked, dumbfounded by the idea.

"Oh my gosh, Jessie, I don't LET him do anything." Kim started, swinging her legs from around me and standing back up, "I serve my man, like we are supposed to. If that means finding girls for him to fuck, then I'll find him all the girls in the world."

"Wow" I said, truly in awe. To dedicate yourself completely to your man's desires. And to do it with so much cheerful enthusiasm, no matter the request. Kim was inspiring.

"Do you still serve other men, Ma'am?" I asked, curious.

"Oh no, not anymore. Travis knows what I used to do with Kappa Phi of course, but he's my fiance now, I'm for him and him alone. Now I just train the new girls." She replied.

"That's amazing Kim. You're so... dedicated." I said. It was hard to believe. As much as I loved James, I don't know if I could handle him being with another woman. Even more reason to keep him away from Kappa Phi.

Oh my god, James. I hadn't thought about him all night. I was so lost in the blur of sex and whatever drug they had given me, my mind stayed in the present moment for hours and hours of random men visiting me. The 'me' that came into this building yesterday felt so far away from the 'me' that was here now.

But I felt such a love, such a guilt, in my heart for James. He had no clue what happened. He had no clue what a metamorphosis I had gone through in one evening. How on Earth am I supposed to act 'normal' when I don't even know what that is anymore. I curled my knees up into my body on the floor, and Kim noticed the sudden change.

"You okay, Jess? I'm sure you'll be just as dedicated to your boyfriend, you're doing great." She said, rubbing my back.

I fought back tears as I tried to summon the words to express what I was feeling, "How do I... Keep this secret from him? I don't want James to see me as less than. We were both staying pure."

"Oh Jess. You're still pure in his eyes. And you'll be so much more capable of serving him when the time comes for you two. It will mean some lying, and some level of guilt. But once you see how your experience makes him feel, you'll know it's worth it." She said, trying to comfort me.

"Yeah" I said, brushing some tears from my eyes, "Just have to live with it for awhile I suppose."

"That's right Jessica. Us women have to make many sacrifices for our men. But it's worth it in the end. Just treat him how you normally would and it will all work out." She said, handing me a bag with my clothes in it, "Now, about being my protege... Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head as I started to put my clothes back on.

"Seems like your mom didn't tell you anything about Kappa Phi, huh? Okay, well... each of the senior girls gets to take a protege. A girl to take under our wings and help grow. I want you to be mine. Travis will have to have sex with you first, as his word is final. He already had Sarah, who's definitely your top competition, but I think you'll do even better than she did." Kim explained as I got the rest of my clothes put back on.

I nodded my head, "I'll do my best, Ma'am."

"I know you will." Kim replied, "Travis likes to be rough though, so that might be new to you, depending on how last night went. But he also very much enjoys a woman who takes charge. You should give him both of those things, when you're less sore. If he likes you, then you'll be my protege, okay?"

"I understand." I said, "What does being a protege entail?"

"wellllll" She began, "It comes with certain responsibilities. You must do what I say, no matter what, at any time. The boys on campus - mostly - know not to tell you to drop to your knees in public or anything, and you certainly shouldn't feel pressured to service a man outside of the Kappa Phi house, a party we're at in an official capacity, or when on call."

"On call?" I asked

"Oh yes, we will have special weeks where the girls are on call. We give out a phone number and people can text it and we'll send a girl over to service them. Two stars when it's your turn in the rotation, five if you're specifically requested." She explained, "But anyway, what I'm trying to say is you must obey me at all times, even in public. At ALL times. Also protege's will sometimes compete in different competitions but that won't be for a little while."

"I understand." I said, nodding my head and trying to process the new information, "But... why me Ma'am? I hadn't even had sex until last night, I might not be the best pick for you."

"Come" She said, walking out of the door to the bedroom I had spent the past 10+ hours in and gesturing to the door, "That's why."

On the door was a paper with my name on it. Not just that, it had stickers, so many stickers. When I first entered the room, I thought I would feel accomplished if I got the bare minimum. But this? I couldn't even count.

"How many is that?" I said in disbelief.

"Sixty-four, we counted twice. Same number as Sarah actually. First time we've had a tie in years. You win, of course, because your stars were doubled last night. But still, SIXTY-FOUR, for a new girl? And for a virgin? That's incredible endurance and dedication. Also, how could I pass up Cum-Queen Carla's daughter?" Kim laughed, "Anyway, I feel like you understand Kappa Phi better than Sarah."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well... What kind of reward do you think the girl with the most stars gets?" Kim asked, studying my face.

I thought for a moment. Was this a trick question? The answer seemed obvious.

"We already got the reward. Experience, the opportunity to service a man, and to improve." I said flatly.

Kim reached out and rubbed my cheek softly, "That's right Jessie. Gosh, I hope Travis enjoys you. Let me know when you feel ready to take him, okay? I need to choose soon."

"Yes ma'am, I will." I said.

We parted ways. I walked back to my dorm room, still covered in dried cum and sore from the night before. When I got home I collapsed into the shower. I washed the cum off of me, and cried about the death of the Jessica that I thought I would be. A future version of myself that could never have existed. My mother knew I needed Kappa Phi. She gave me this opportunity to make myself better and more experienced for James, and I had to trust her. Respect your parents - a phrased drilled in me from a young age.

As I got cleaned up, I realized I hadn't heard from James all day. No texts, no nothing. I'm sure he was up late last night with school-work, but he'd normally be awake by now. I knew I had to bite the bullet at some point. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms, feeling his familiar warmth and smell. I sent him a text.

"Hey baby, can I come by?"

A few minutes went by with no reply, and I decided I'd take the chance to just head over. The nerves about facing him after what had happened were killing me. I knew I needed to just face it, and get it over with. I'd feel better once I was in it. I made sure I was totally clean, smelled good, and put on a cute outfit I know he liked, and I made my way to my boyfriend.

------JAMES------

I woke up a few hours after I had collapsed in my bed, still wearing my costume, and feeling hot. The mask, the outfit and little cape, damp with sweat. I leaned up and sat upright on my bed. I took the mask and costume off in a dreary trance, why did I have all of this on again? I got up, tossing the items into the corner and found some clean clothes to change into.

I walked into the bathroom with my clothes when the reality of the night prior smashed back into me. It's like my brain was searching for a way to protect me from what I had seen, but failed to completely black out the events I had witnessed.

I felt like I got punched in the stomach, and all the air left me. I leaned over the sink. Images flashed in my mind. Jessica's big tits swinging, her ass rippling with every thrust from the large man behind her. Her animalistic moans, whines, groans, squeals. My penis swelled as I stood there, assailed by the memories my brain had tried to repress.

She looked amazing last night. Her breasts, even softer and more full-looking than I had imagined, her ass was so much thicker than I had thought it would be, and the way she moved and moaned and handled the situation was so hot. At that moment she wasn't the sweet, innocent, girlfriend I had always known, she was more like the seasoned sluts I had seen in the few porn videos I had looked up in moments of extreme weakness. Her pure beauty defiled and corrupted.

Had she ever been the girl I imagined?

As I leaned over the sink I found myself stroking my cock. The same cock that had exploded just a few hours prior at nothing more than witnessing the woman I loved get treated like a common whore by someone who might not even know her name. It was so fucked up. My heart was in pieces. Then why was I so fucking TURNED ON.

I stroked faster.

I imagined her riding that same large black man. Her heavy tits bouncing wildly as she slammed her thick ass down on his massive cock.

"Oh my god yes! Fuck me with that big black cock, Sir!" She would say.

The black man would lean in, gripping her tits hard and placing a nipple in his mouth. Sucking, biting, pulling, pinching. She would moan and cry and quake on his cock. She would turn, and see me.

"Oh hey baby! Come here and I'll suck your cock while he uses me!" She would say, voice sickly sweet and envenomed with love.

I would walk over to her and-

I blew my load in the sink.

"Oh my god, again baby? Too bad." I heard a phantom Jessica say in my head.

What the fuck was that.

I turned the sink on and let the water wash my mess down the drain.

Why did I just think all of that? It hurt, a dull ache in my heart. Cold and painful. I liked imagining her naked, but why the fuck would it not be imagining her with me? I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her naked in front of me.

There she was, long dirty blonde hair, laying across her chest and covering her nipples. The weighty shape of her breasts visible as she stepped towards me.

"Hey baby, do you like how I look?" She would say.

"Y-Yeah, beautiful" I whispered out loud in the bathroom

She reaches down and grabs my hand, "Do you want to touch?"

I look back up at her, speechless and begin to nod.

Two dark hands wrap around her waist and pull her backwards, my hand falls from hers.

"Oops! Too late baby, looks like you'll have to wait." She said as a large man pulls her into him. She falls to her knees and turns around, shoving his enormous cock down her throat in one fluid motion.

"That's right bitch, suck that cock" The man says, thrusting into her mouth violently.

I open my eyes, to find my dick standing erect again, I grabbed it and started stroking.

What is happening to me? A few hours ago I felt like I was going to either vomit or have a heartattack or both. My vision of Jessica was completely violated, shaken, and my thoughts about our future and our love was in shambles.

Now I'm standing in my bathroom, jerking off for the second time in under 5 minutes thinking about her getting fucked by other men? Why was this turning me on now? Why would this turn me on at all!? Was this just another attempt my brain was making to protect itself from the overwhelming pain I had felt when I saw her?

Fuck it, right now, why did it matter?

I turned the shower on and hopped in. I stroked myself to completion over and over. Years and years of pent up sexual pressure needed to be released. I only took a break when the water began to run cold and my fingers got pruney.

Over the next few hours I continued jerking off, locked in my room. It's like a fever had taken me, my mind was all swirled with hurt, betrayal, jealousy, and arousal. Normally if my mind drew a thought of Jessica naked or doing something sexual I would push it from my brain. In an effort to remain pure. What was the point, now? She had clearly betrayed our purity pact, right? Her and I might as well have sex now. I couldn't help but still love her despite what I saw. There was a new feeling there, but the old feeling doesn't die that fast.

I didn't know how to handle us moving forward. A large part of me said - break up, get out now, you're not respected. But another part found what I saw so fucking hot. Yet another part thought maybe she only did that because I wouldn't have sex with her. When things got heated, I would often be the first to push back.

Was this just her acting out on her desires that I refused to fulfill? Was her riding me over my clothes the other day an attempt to have sex that I denied? Did I push her to do what she did?

I needed time to think. To figure out what I should do. Should I even tell her that I saw her? That I know? It was so confusing. I didn't have to think about any of the real life implications when I was cloaked in fantasy and tugging my dick. How long had I been jerking off now, anyway?

I grabbed my phone to check the time, only to see a missed text from Jess.

"Hey baby, can I come by?" - 30 minutes ago.

Oh shit, how do I respond? I don't know what I would even say to her right now. I opened the text and thought about what to text back, but I never got the chance.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

My roommate was out of town for the weekend, back with his family, could it be...?

I unlocked my door, letting the smell of countless loads air out and walked to the front door. I opened it up, and there she was.

"Hey baby! Sorry! I texted but I got a little worried when you didn't reply." She said, sounding concerned.

I stood there, frozen, looking at her.

She was beautiful. Gorgeous. Absolute perfection. A stark contrast to the cock-hungry whore that had lived in my twisted dark fantasies for the past few hours of masturbation.

It felt impossible to reconcile these two people. The innocent beauty standing in front of me, wearing a modest outfit she knows I love, and seeming genuinely concerned for me. And the cum-stained, roughed up, whore thanking men for fucking her that I saw last night.

I started to question myself. Did I imagine that? Was it just a dream? Why would I have the costume then? Maybe I just bought it and fell asleep and dreamed the whole thing. Could that be possible?

"Can I... come in?" She asked as she studied my clearly confusing expression.

"Yeah, yeah of course, come in." I stumbled out.

She took a step in, stood on her tip-toes, and planted a kiss on my cheek like she always had. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, more on instinct than anything else. I walked her back to my room.

"It's kinda smelly in here baby. Here." She said, walking to the window and cracking it open, "There that's better."

I sat down on my bed, and she sat right next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"How'd things go last night? You get a lot of work done?" She asked, nestling her head into my shoulder.

If everything I saw was real. If it wasn't a dream. At least she didn't recognize me last night.

"Oh uh, yeah, all good. I'm all caught up now." I lied, "How was the party?"

A few moments of tense silence passed.

"It was good, you know parties aren't really my thing. I'd much rather have been here with you." She said, laying one hand on my leg, and I wrapped my arm around her on instinct.