Church Of Nudists

*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*

Copyright 2024 Sastri Vera

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The thunder of hooves echoed like rapid drum beats, drowning out our soft prayer. It was the approach of warriors surrounding our small church. Men. We had caught sight of the dust cloud an hour ago and prayed they would pass us by. No good ever came of so many men.

Our church was isolated and barely self-sufficient for the dozen women who lived here. Most of us chose this life. A few had been banished and had no place else to go. Our church was located near nothing important, had no valuables. Raiders took food... and pleasure.

The rumbling quieted. A lady to my left sobbed. She was from the closest town, the daughter of the local lord. Her large breasts were probably her downfall. Having given her virtue unwed, she was worthless to her father and sent here for the rest of her days. Poor girl. Twenty years old and already she had nothing. At least she wasn't a virgin.

Crude laughter and the racket of arrogant men drew closer. The door slammed open. Our quiet prayer faltered.

"Ladies! Your saviors are here!" A deep, booming voice roared into our small space. His companions laughed louder. We flinched, crowding closer to each other where we kneeled before the statue of our goddess.

I bowed my head once more to the statue, then stood and turned to the men. "You are welcome, my lords. We offer a place to rest and relax, but I'm afraid we have nothing to spare. Please forgive us."

Sometimes they only took food and left. Those kinds of men looked more ragged. The men before us today were hearty and bulky, their sneers hungry for something more.

The still air carried a soft whisper to my ears: "Please, please, please, goddess, please send them away." One of my frightened women.

"Hush," I murmured. It was too late for prayers.

The big, grinning leader opened his arms. "We don't need anything. We're here to help you! Isn't that right, lads?"

Leering smirks and a chorus of agreement answered him. They stalked closer, surrounding us. The women shuffled together. A tall, burly man strode up to our statue, grinning at his fellows as he placed both hands on the stony breasts. Other men reached for the cowering women, catching strands of hair and squeezing shoulders.

I stared at their leader, who stood only a few feet in front of me. "Thank you, but we need nothing more than what the goddess provides--"

He leaned in. "And what does she, uh, provide? Hm? Not much, you said. Tsk, tsk. You ladies deserve a lot more!"

"We do not need--"

"Of course you do! And we're here to help you get it!" Closing the distance between us, he swiped a hand at my robes, yanking down a sleeve to reveal my shoulder.

I hugged my robes and backed away. "Please, my lords, we are pious women. We belong to the goddess, we--"

He tore at my clothes almost effortlessly, my attempts to keep the fabric in place useless. Yanking down my robes revealed my soft breasts. His rough hands eagerly pawed at them. My shoulders hunched at the humiliating groping. Several cries behind me told me the other women were receiving the same treatment.

Their leader smirked as he squeezed my tits. "She's never answered your prayers, has she? She sure isn't now. I say you need a new goddess!"

"Yeah!" his men cheered.

I inhaled sharply as they pulled a few women out from behind me, naked flesh on display. All their clothes had been stripped away. The ladies whimpered and covered themselves poorly with their hands.

"Please don't hurt us," I begged, my hands clenched at my sides. Fighting never made it better. "Take what you want, but please leave us alone!"

Their leader patted my cheek. "You mistake our intentions. Of course, we won't hurt you."

They made the naked women line up against the walls, then tore the clothes off the rest of us, one by one. Only I was left standing in front of that man, my robes in pieces around my waist, my lower body still covered.

The men gathered behind me. One of them wrapped an arm around the waist of our statue as he sneered at all the naked flesh. The women shivered and cried softly. At least these warriors weren't touching the women anymore. For now.

"There!" the leader exclaimed. I jumped. "Much better! What a lovely convent of beautiful ladies!"

I swallowed. Hoping to appease them, I said, "Thank you, my lord. Will you leave us to our prayers now?"

He smirked. "Oh, we've barely started, my dear. Take off your clothes."

Heat flushed my cheeks. They wanted me to disrobe myself, not even allowing me the dignity of being forcefully stripped. I glanced at the women and lifted my chin. For them, I complied. Provoking these men to violence would not help us.

My robes fell to my feet. With shaking fingers, I tugged away my undergarments. I kept my fists at my sides as I felt eyes on my ass. The leader ogled my tits with a crooked grin. Daily labor kept us all fit and none of us were very old. We looked like a whorehouse now, all naked flesh, jiggling tits, and round asses. My face grew warmer.

"Perfect," their leader crooned. "Like I said, we're here to help you. You poor ladies, all on your own, with no one to look after you. I know just what you need."

The men moved, slowly walking toward the women, stalking them like helpless prey. None of the girls ran. There were more of them than us, and most of us knew what was going to happen. The rest were probably too scared.

I held my breath as the large man in front of me ran his hand through my hair.

Grinning, he said, "What do you think about... a church of nudists?"

Crude men came up with the stupidest ideas, but I couldn't say that. I only shook my head.

"Now, now, hear me out," he continued. "You're a lovely bunch of ladies with so much to offer. People would come a long way to see... ah, to worship at your altar. Your goddess. Yeah."

A few of the men snorted and chuckled. None of them looked like they'd ever respected anyone a day in their life, much less worshiped a deity.

I lowered my eyes. "Yes, my lord. Thank you for... helping. If there's nothing else..."

Of course, he wasn't finished with us. He lifted my chin and eyed my lips. "Oh, there's much more we have to teach you. So much."

A soft whimper made me flinch. I didn't want to look at what they were doing to the other women, to see what would soon happen to me. As if he knew my thoughts, the man stepped to the side and shifted my chin slowly from side to side.

The local lady was getting her breasts massaged -- or so the man in front of her murmured. A nice little massage to help her relax. The fact that he was calling them tits and pinching her nipples painfully didn't seem to factor into his claim.

Several women faced the walls, their legs spread and asses arched into the air. One particularly shy girl, a nineteen-year-old farmer's daughter, trembled so hard that it looked like her ass was shaking. The men liked that, so they demanded the other girls shake their asses too.

I winced as tits and asses bounced. "Please, my lord, this is humiliating. Please tell them to stop."

"No, no, don't you see? This is exactly what you all need to get used to. A church of nudists should be very comfortable with their bodies, don't you agree? Come on, ladies, shake them like you mean it!"

Several girls sobbed quietly as they jumped up and down, displaying jiggling flesh for the men's enjoyment. All of the women had their heads down, ashamed.

Shame colored my cheeks, and my thighs tensed. I prayed no one noticed the wetness between my legs. It was always like this. Every time men raided us, my body betrayed me. I couldn't stop my weak flesh any more than I could prevent the men from forcing our legs open.

Slap!

I whimpered as though I'd been the one slapped on the ass. Several more slaps echoed with even more pathetic cries. The men taunted that they weren't bouncing enough, and the slaps were just encouragement.

"What's this?" one gruff, bearded warrior rumbled. His hand was between a woman's thighs, and he raised his glistening fingers. "The little whore is wet as a river! Hah!"

He was with a twenty-two-year-old girl who had run away from her husband. She was the quietest, gentlest among us -- until raiders got her worked up. Then she was a screamer.

Her hips squirmed, and her head was bowed. It looked like she was embarrassed, but everyone could see her dripping pussy. When the gruff man squeezed her ass, she let out a breathless whimper that sounded more like a moan.

The other men eagerly explored their girls, hands roving everywhere. The runaway wife wasn't the only woman with a wet pussy. Mocking laughter and crude jests filled the air, along with soft whimpers and pleas.

Some of the girls begged. "No, please don't..." "Stop touching me!" "Please leave me alone, please?"

A few were quiet. They were slapped and pinched harder, their meek acceptance mistaken for defiance. Or maybe the men just wanted to hear us beg.

I was breathing harder, my thighs and ass tensing, twisting, my weakness growing as I watched my companions cry and squirm. The leader of the warriors hadn't joined his men. He hadn't groped me, hadn't felt the slickness trickling down my legs. I knew he was watching me, though, smirking at my discomfort.

"Please, my lord," I said, my throat raw with desire. "Please go. Please don't defile this place of worship. I beg you--"

"Defile?" He shook his head slowly, sadly. "We're not defiling anything! As a church of nudists, this is how you worship! Naked. Natural. Beautiful. There could be nothing more divine."

If only he hadn't said that while sneering and staring at my breasts. It might've sounded halfway believable.

I think he finally grew tired of toying with us.

"Now, get on your knees and worship my cock," he growled.

My breath stuck in my throat. The image of his thick cock sliding on my tongue made my mouth water. A rush of shame followed the desire.

"My lord, please--"

He threw an arm behind my shoulder and pulled me close, murmuring softly, "Don't make this difficult, my dear. We don't want to hurt you... if we don't have to."

I shivered, suddenly cold despite the heat of his body. Slowly, I turned to him and sank to my knees. I didn't want to suck his cock, but I wouldn't be the reason they hurt the other ladies. If that meant I had to get on my knees and demean myself, so be it.

I lifted shaky fingers to untie his trousers. The whimpers behind me encouraged my hands to move faster. Some small hope lit my chest. Maybe all they wanted was to use our mouths. As humiliating as that was, it would be better than carrying their babes. We had been fortunate so far. So far.

The cock that jutted proudly before me was thick and long, quite nicely large. I shoved down the fire in my core. This wasn't for my pleasure. I didn't want this.

Rough fingers threaded my hair. "Open your mouth. I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Now."

Licking my lips, I let them part. Not a second passed before he yanked my head forward, jamming himself into my face. A muffled cry escaped me as I hurriedly widened my jaw. Scraping my teeth on his shaft was not a good idea.

Saliva coated his hard flesh as he pulled my head back and forth. I licked tentatively, hoping the other women were alright. Maybe, if we were exceptionally lucky, they'd just embarrass me and move on. Just me. Just my mouth. My pussy wept in shameful need, but I ignored it.

Their leader groaned and pulled my head in until the tip of his cock prodded at the back of my throat. He pressed the back of my head. "If you don't want me to fuck your throat, be a good girl and suck like you mean it." Then he let go.

I instinctively leaned back, then hesitated. My throat constricted. I could take it, but not all the girls could. Swallowing, I began to slide my lips along his shaft, licking faster, sucking harder. A low groan told me I was doing well enough. I tightened my lips and bobbed faster.

As I worked his cock, the sounds behind me changed. Soft whimpering became stifled, strangled gurgles. A few gasps and whines made me flinch. I tried to turn my head, but firm hands pulled me back to my task.

"Suck. Ignore them," their leader growled.

As my tongue flattened on the underside of his shaft, I heard wet, rhythmic slapping sounds. My pussy clenched. The men uttered rumbling groans and lusty panting. A few women moaned, others cried and begged.

They were getting fucked. Irrational jealousy hit my core, quickly followed by mortified shame.

A desperate gasp floated to my ears: "Please, nngh... no, no, please don't... ahh... no, oh, oh, oh!" She was barely disguising her enjoyment, her pleas sounding more like moans.

Another lady didn't even try: "Ah! Ah! Oh, goddess! Oh! Ah! Harder! Ahh!"

Not all of the ladies were such easy sluts. Most of them could hardly talk, and it sounded like a few had their mouths muffled -- by cock or a hand, I wasn't sure.

My head was abruptly pulled back, saliva trailing down my chin. The warrior grunted, lifted me up, and turned me around. With my back to his chest and his hot cock pressed to my spine, I stared at the debauchery that had taken over our small church.

The local lady was bent forward over a bench, a man behind her thrusting and thrusting, his pelvis smacking her ass again and again.

"No, no, no," she whimpered, shaking her head, batting pointlessly at the man. Poor girl. She'd get used to it. We all did.

Some of us more than others. I was more like the panting little whore, except I still had the dignity to blush as my pussy ached and dripped.

But the leader of the warriors noticed. The men always noticed a wet cunt.

He lifted me by my waist, sliding his cock between my legs as I stood on my toes.

"Beg me," he crooned. His breath caressed my neck, his teeth catching my ear. I struggled to stay standing, to not impale myself on his hard shaft.

His hips rolled gently. My eyes unfocused as his cock slid back and forth, gathering my juices. The silky glide of skin on skin, the hungry ache in my core -- I needed this. I needed and hated this.

An agonized breath tore through my gritted teeth. My head jerked side to side. I refused to say the words. He could force himself on me; I wouldn't beg for it no matter how much my pussy drenched his shaft.

He chuckled. "Beg me, sweetheart. I know you want me inside you. Do you need me to threaten you again? Your ladies? I could, but we both know that's just an excuse. Why are you holding back? What's the point?"

Shame and need flushed my face. My hips rolled with him, trying to capture his tip, my writhing body pleading even if my lips refused to obey him.

"Just do it," I groaned. "Take what you came here for. Mmm..."

Moans and groans filled the air. I could join them. I could be getting my pussy massaged if I just did what he said. It was only a few words.

His hand curled around my body and reached down between my legs. He found my clit. "Beg."

I gasped. "Please," the word burst out of me, and a few more before I controlled myself: "Please... use my unworthy body." How embarrassing. I bit my lip in shame.

"You can do better than that," he crooned. His fingers rubbed my sensitive nub, flooding my mind with irresistible waves of pleasure. The large head of his cock prodded my entrance, then retreated, taunting me, teasing me, frustrating me.

He was a terrible man. And I was a needy whore.

I panted like the slut I was. "Please... fuck me! I need you fuck my slutty pussy! Please-- Ah! Ohh..."

Pleasure soared. His thick, wonderful cock thrust deep inside me all at once, filling my needy, aching pussy, sliding deliciously through my tight inner walls. I smiled. How I missed this, the stretching, fulfilling sensation so much better than a day of prayer. My mind floated on a dizzying rush of bliss, and, for a moment, everything felt so right, so perfect.

A shriek interrupted my pleasure: "No! Don't cum inside me! Please don't! No!"

The local lady. Fear shot to my core like lightning, tightening my inner muscles and flooding my pussy with heat. The men never cared if they left us impregnated.

"Please stop, please! Not inside me! Ah! Ah!"

The man thrusting rapidly behind her laughed. He had her pinned to the bench, his pelvis humping her ass, his hands holding her flailing body in place. His hips jerked harder. Again. He groaned loud and deep. Her squeals of protest told me she felt the hot cum hitting her insides, coating her in virile seed.

I prayed for her. I prayed she wouldn't fall pregnant even as I arched my back and bucked harder against the cock inside me.

"Is that what you want, my dear?" their leader rumbled. "My seed dripping from your sweet cunt. Mm, yes, you'd like that. How would you like all of my men taking your soft little body, leaving you full and dripping?"

I shuddered. Terror and horrible lust clawed at my mind. "No, please, my lord..."

"Are you sure? We could stay a night or two. Perhaps I could convince them to leave some of the other girls alone, just focus on you. After they've had their fun, of course."

"Please, no more. I can't... we... no," I whimpered, but my hips didn't stop moving, sliding my drenched pussy up and down his cock.

He chuckled. "Your loss."

Then he carried me to an empty bench, tossed me forward -- my knees hitting the hard surface, my hands bracing on the back -- and proceeded to ram his cock into my body fast and deep. A shameful moan burst from my lips. Goddess, he felt good. Oh goddess, forgive me...

Obscene noises echoed in our small church. The local lady whimpered as another warrior took a turn while cum still dripped from between her legs. Slapping flesh, groaning and grunting, squelching and moaning -- these sounds belonged in a whorehouse, not a church. My sopping, needy pussy befit a prostitute more than a priestess.

The warrior behind me rutted faster. Gasps tore from my labored lungs. His thick cock stretched me wonderfully, his steady, urgent rhythm pounding in my veins. I willed him to finish before I could embarrass myself by cumming again. A terrible, desperate part of me wished he'd touch my clit.

"Ah!" Wish granted. "Nngh! Ah! Oh! Ohh! No! No, no, no!" I forced out the words, hoping I sounded defiant rather than aroused.

"Oh!" My inner muscles clamped around his shaft. Sensual tension wrapped my core in a tight fist. The warrior thrust deep, deep inside me and rubbed my clit harder, faster.

"Ahh!" I cried out as the tension released, pleasure flooding my veins as his cock twitched and pumped, releasing ropes of virile seed, drenching my vulnerable womb.

"Yes," he groaned. "Gods, I love a tight, hot woman. Oh, yes... You devout ladies never disappoint. Oh..."

I quivered as his cum pooled deep inside me. Heat spread from my belly to my limbs. Wonderful, terrible, dangerous heat. Pregnancy was always a risk, but I couldn't help enjoying the creamy, sticky warmth leaking from my sensitive pussy.

My head dropped, hair falling forward to hide my burning cheeks. I pretended to be a priestess, but I was a whore. Why else did I find so much pleasure in the attention of men like these?

They used us until they were satisfied, passing around the other women, sometimes taking them two at a time -- mouth and pussy, filling them both ends. Only the leader used me. I supposed I was lucky.

By the time they were finished, evening fell. The ladies lay in puddles of cum, the thick fluid dripping between all our legs. We'd never been fucked this much before.

The leader of the warriors smacked my ass on his way out. "Take care, ladies. We know where to find you."