Book 2 OF 3 “Woodenhorse Trilogy”

By Goldfish


As dictated to Goldfish (pen name) in the month of January 2010, by a young lady whom I met.   This story must be recognized as total fiction because all of it has been edited to change the names of the individuals involved to protect all of those involved from prosecution by McCarthy type agents that wish to suppress truth and practices of those that are involved.   The actual names of the religious organizations have been eliminated because of determined political influences.   In actuality no minor children were harmed in this story with the exception of the main character that dictated the story after she had changed her identity.   Others may have been harmed or destroyed. but their stories are probably to be told elsewhere by their parents or those that actually did the deeds.	    

Hi! I am Mary.   I am a 24 year old woman and I am writing to tell a story of my late teens and how I was raised in a deeply religious family and fell into being some of what I now consider a rather different kind of person to what I was raised to be.   I will also try to describe what I did to extract myself out of what I now consider a life of bondage and into true freedom.

I have always been the little girl that my mommy and dad have always wanted me to be.   I found rather quickly that it is easier and more enjoyable to be that way.   Since I was about 8 years old I have gone to Sunday school, minded myself and played well with the other kids in my age group, and listened to my school and Sunday school teachers as they read to us and taught us our lessons about life.   I had grown to understand that there have been many people over many years that have done things to help their friends and people of a like mind to better themselves.   Many have even sacrificed themselves, their lives, their ambitions and their own desires for the greater good in God’s name.   Of course, if they followed the word of the Lord, they always came into a happier life and circumstance because of it.   

Embedded in these lessons was always the lesson of abstaining from sex of any sort until after we were either married or anointed by a messenger of God.   Also embedded was the idea to always be ready for the bridegroom or a messenger of god to take us girls and lead us into a higher level of a relationship.   These lessons were so embedded in us that I still regard everything on this level as absolute truth and untainted by any perverted council.

After I was 13, I found that word and suggestions from some of my teachers and the other girls gave me some ins and outs of some of the sex thing since oral and anal sex could be considered acceptable as long as it did not lead to vaginal sex.   Since I was going to a public school this let me carry on my life as a proper young lady and still participate in dating on a limited basis. 

I will begin this story just before my 16th birthday.   As I mentioned I was what I considered and still do, a good Christian.   I was still a classic ‘Virgin’ by nearly all the biological and mental definitions. I had done some oral sex and some petting with a boyfriend from school and was preparing myself to go to his senior prom.   I had thought that everything was cleared with my parents even though he was not a member of the same church that my parents and I went to. 

On Friday, the week before my16th birthday, my mother called me into her sewing room where I thought she was making my prom dress, after Todd dropped me off after our date on Friday night.   It was fairly early at 9:00 in the evening. 

“Mary, I think you made a mistake when you promised Todd you would go to his prom next week.   That is the weekend of your retreat with the other young adults at church for your coming of age crossover service weekend.”   Mom said with a seemingly sad tone to her voice. 

“Is it really?   I thought it would be after my birthday by a couple of weeks or so.   I really did not want to miss this one.“

“It is always the first weekend after the birthday of all of the 16 year old girls and you know, Friday is your birthday.”   She said.   “I just finished your young priestess top for the ceremonies.   I think you will like it.”   She handed a white silken collar that would cover my shoulders with a lace netting that would serve as sleeves or shoulder covers.   The sleeves only served to keep the shoulder cover aligned with the top of my shoulders.   The body of the gown only went down the front and back a couple of inches from the top of the shoulder.

I asked “Where the is the rest of it?”

She grinned and said “That is all there is to be.”

I started to ask what she meant but she interrupted me and said, “Your coming of adulthood crossover service weekend is just that.   You will become a woman in every sense of the word.   If you are good and behave yourself for the weekend you will gain a priestess title and status for as long as you wish.   If you wish after the weekend you may select a male partner as a possible husband and partner but you will still be expected to serve as a priestess until you are either finally married or bear your first child. 

By the way Todd is not a member of our church and is not to be told of these ceremonies or your status or function within the church.   If he is informed of them the consequences for one or the other or both of you may be dire.

I was kind of startled at this last revelation.   I was also not familiar with the function and duties of this priesthood or priestess thing.

I asked her to explain it a little.   She replied by telling me to remove all of my clothes so I could try on the gown. 

As I removed my panties and bra she took me into the bathroom and suggested that I shave my body clean.    She would help me.    I drew a bath and she told me to bend over as she said I needed some help shaving a little around my anus.   I felt the shaving cream as she smeared it on my hidden areas.   I asked why I needed to be shaved and she told me that while I would be preparing for and doing next weekend I would not want to have any hair to accumulate anything and cause me discomfort.   My hair on my head would be bad enough for all of the things that might be getting into it.

I asked her if I needed to cut it since it was already down to my butt cheeks.   She told me it would be unnecessary to cut it now.   I may want to shorten it later though.   I had not noticed any of the other women that had gone through their service weekend with shortened hair so I decided that it would be unnecessary.   Of course I had not noticed any of them with shaved mounds although the armpits I had noticed.   I had noticed that I never saw them at the services that as a young girl I was allowed to go to.   I also had noticed that most of them always had one or more older boys sticking real close to them.

We got done with the shaving and quick bath and a touch up on my legs.   I was feeling nice and warm when I got done. 

We went back into the sewing room and I tried on the gown.   As I said it had lace over my arms with very detailed pattern of crosses and sex symbols of the male and female variety.   The silk on my shoulders felt good and almost wasn’t there.   My breasts and nipples stood out and I looked down at myself and there were no tan lines on my nearly milky clear skin that was set off by my dark black hair.   My mound was aroused a little but my mother did not seem to notice my clit just sticking out a tiny bit from its hood.   I was surprised when she produced our digital camera and asked me to pose for her.   This was a turn on for me.   I had let Todd take a couple of pictures of me about a month ago but they were nothing like this. 

We were just finishing when I heard the front door open and I started to look of something to throw on.   Mom told me to not bother because I was fully clothed in my gown.   I heard a voice and it was MY BROTHER!!!   He was coming down the hall!

I had always kept myself covered when my older brother and dad were around and when my mom said to not bother getting dressed I almost freaked out.   I had my back to the door when his footsteps stopped.

“Getting ready for your crossover service weekend?” 

I nodded. 

“Turn around I want to see you.”

I was blushing all over. Even my jutting breasts were all mottled with white and crimson.

Mom said, “It is OK Mary.”

Slowly I turned to face him.   He had a big grin on his face and his pants were jutting out.   We had always gotten along well together but he had tried to keep his distance from me for the last couple of years since around his 16th birthday.   He put up his hand and motioned for me to come to him with his forefinger.   I was still in a state of semi shock.   Mom patted me on the butt and told me to go ahead.   I went to him and he put both hands on my side next to my breasts and told me he was proud of me and I was absolutely beautiful.

“Are you still a virgin?

He asked.   I nodded. 

“I think you will probably not need to go to school this week.   We will have to ask Dad if we might need to do some coaching for her as a priestess since you are a virgin and you will soon become a woman and a priestess for the church.   We want it to go as easy for you as can be possible without actually doing your ceremonial anointing.”

Finally I was able to find my voice and asked.   “What do you mean make me a woman and a priestess?”

My mother spoke up and told me that we had not talked in detail of the happenings for next week.

  “Next Friday night you and the other girls that turn 16 since the last ceremony will go through your crossing over ceremonies.   Those that are still virgins and the others will have intercourse with the select councilors for the church.   The bishop will be here for the event and will be the first to pierce your hymen.   When you bleed for him as a virgin, you will be designated as a priestess and be forgiven any and all sins as long as you serve the church as a priestess.   You will be given an implant for birth control for as long as you wish to be a priestess.   If you were not a virgin and do not bleed as a virgin, you will still be forgiven but will not be given an implant.   You will still need to participate in a priestess’s obligations but without any birth control.   In any case, you will be expected to have intercourse with any man in the church at anytime until after your first born child and you may select to marry one of those men designated for you to marry. 

There will be 4 girls at the ceremony on Friday night.   All of you will be made women and all of you will submit to sex at any time after you are anointed.   Each of you will couple at least 50 times before you are allowed to rest.   On Saturday you will need to submit to 100 men.   Sunday you will participate in the special service.   None of the girls under 16 can attend these services.   You will still be wearing your gown although it will be cleaned first and you will be bathed.   I will be there as will your brother and father.

You will be instructed what to do for this service.   Other women will assist you.   Once you are done with this service and you are a full priestess.   The rest of your life will begin.   You will have certain duties to perform but you will be in a private school with tutors.   You will be in line for a full college scholarship.   But you must fulfill all of your duties as a priestess as you do it.”

“We have always from the start helped you and drummed into you that it is most desirable for you to remain a virgin until you are married.   In our case, that may or may not be a true belief.   There are some things about our particular brand of the word that we think may or may not have been perverted from the original word given for the betterment of a very limited group within the church. 

Since you are still a virgin you will be in a position to bring our church out of some of the practices that have become established and lead it back to the true calling of the Lord. 

Please do not object to anything that is done or is asked of you in the next few years but remember all of it.   Do not repeat any of it or what I have been telling you until you have helped another young woman to take your place and fulfilled your original contract with the church as a priestess.   Only then will any of us be safe from the wrath of some of those that we do not know within the church.”

Timmy nodded that he understood gravity of what mom was saying as well.

I was still wrapped up in what my mother had run through so quickly that I was no longer conscious of my nudity.   She reached into her sewing bag and took out another gown like mine but it looked old and not quite so fresh.   She began to remove her clothes in front of my brother and I realized that it had been her gown when she turned 16.   I had never seen it before.

“In the next week you will see and do many things that you have never dreamed of doing before.   Your family will lead you in learning how you should do things during your ceremonies and hopefully you will learn how to do them with grace and pleasure. 

Since your hymen is intact we will not harm it and help you preserve it in pristine condition until next Friday.   We will pleasure you in many ways and help you prepare your body for the ordeal next weekend so it will be very enjoyable. 

I know my weekend was beyond my wildest dreams and I would have wanted with all of my heart to be a full priestess but I was not a virgin and had my hymen broken almost a year before my 16th year.    I knew when I had my crossover that I would marry someone that loved me for who I am.   I also knew that I would enjoy my young womanhood to the fullest before settling down after Timmy was born.   2 years later you were born to us and I lost another child a year later and I could no longer carry another child. 

I still participate as an apprentice priestess at conventions at least once a year.   As do most of the women in the church.   We need to keep our men happy.   It is also part of our tithing to the church.

Timmy had shed his clothes and his manhood was huge.   I wondered what he was going to do with it.   Dad would not be home for another hour since he was at church doing some of his duties, and I was already wondering what he would be doing with us. 

I was getting excited at two of my most trusted friends my brother and my mother in front of me naked since I had not seen either of them in my recent memory purposefully exposed in my presence.   Mother touched my bare vagina lips and wiped some of the leakage on her fingers and touched them to her lips.   She smiled at Timmy and he did the same to me.

“Mary, have you had an anal irrigation lately?”   Mom asked.

I thought for a minute and did not recall having an enema in years.   I told her so.

“I think it would be a good idea to have one now so you will be ready for your father when he comes home.” 

“Is he going to do something with me?”   I asked.

“Both Timmy and he will help you begin stretching yourself.   Once we get you cleaned out Timmy and I will show you how you will be anointed.   The difference is, he will be doing the deed in my vagina while you watch. 

Father is about the same size as the bishop.   He is slightly bigger than Timmy but you will get used to his size just inside of your lips and against your hymen. 

You will also take both of them in your anus as you practice having full penetration sex with them both.   The big difference is about 2 inches off target.   It will be pleasurable and much more so than you probably would have had with Todd. 

Which reminds me.   Since he and his family are not members of our church they are considered unclean.   He is considered unclean until he is a member, so you must never have any contact with him again lest you be soiled with a sexually transmitted disease.   All of    your proposed partners have been tested and found to be clean of body and spirit.”

We had made our way into the bathroom again and Mom prepared the accessory hose to clean me out.   The flow was a lot higher than I had ever seen it used when I was a small child.   I bent over and took it like a good girl feeling the familiar warming and gurgling in my bowels.   It filled very rapidly and mom told me to sit down on the toilet and let it out while the water was running.   I did with chunks and water gushing out and gradually clearing.   She pushed in the hose some more and more came out.   We pushed in the hose 3 more times until most of the available length was inside me.   She told me to hold it a few times and then let go.   In about 10 minutes everything stayed clear.   She added a little soap to the water and let it run through me a little until the bubbles cleared.   We pulled out the hose and then they squeezed my tummy and massaged my waist until the last of the water leaked out of me.   I felt real empty.   She had a douche bottle and added some fragrant oil to it and inserted it as far as it would go inside me and let it run through me.   There was only about a cup go in but I felt it as it was returned to my opening and some came out.   I was warm all over.   I was going to put some of the oil inside my vagina but mom said that it didn’t smell or taste as good as my vaginal fluids.

I told them that I was already getting excited about the sex at my crossing over.   I did not know what it consisted of what she had described, but I knew I was going to have the time of my life.   I knew I wanted all of it as long as I could have it.   The fact that I was doing it with my loving parent’s knowledge, backing and permission was almost too much.   My only apprehension was with so many older men?

After I dried off we went into the dining room and my mother took out a parson bench that was about the height of a table but only about 3 foot long and a foot wide.   She pulled it into the middle of the room and pushed the dining room table to the side. 

She explained. “When you come down the aisle to the front of the church for the ceremony you will read this little speech for those present to tell them you are there of your own free will to be anointed as an adult for your crossing over into womanhood and a priestess of the church. 

You will take the hands of the presiding bishop and place his hands on your breasts and offer the first fruits of your body to him and to anyone he chooses to harvest your fruits and plant seeds in your fertile womb.   Then you will lay on the alter like I am here and with your legs spread as far apart as you can stretch them you will open your vagina to him to anoint you and harvest your first fruit.” 

She was laying on the table and Timmy went to her and fed his enlarged cock into her vagina.   He went in slowly then pulled out and plunged in to his full length inside her.

She smiled and said he felt good in her.   She continued. 

“He will anoint you about like that.   He will check to see if you are open for him and if you have a hymen.   Then he will pierce it with his manhood.   You may give out a startled cry but always smile and never ever say.   “Take it out!”   Always give encouragement even if it hurts a little. 

If it does hurt, the pain will go away in a few seconds as the pleasure sets in.   Throughout the evening you will have many men couple with you. 

Under no circumstances should you hesitate or refuse any of them.   Some of them will be huge and some will be so small that all they can contribute to you will be some cum.   Hopefully you will have many orgasms and the time will fly. 

If you find that you are left for a minute without a partner get up and go looking for another that might be available.   You will be able to clean yourself out a few times.   If you are able to get up that is a good time because their semen will be flowing out of you at both ends.   Eat and drink as much of their cum as you can hold down.   Their semen will contain testosterone and it will enhance your experience and rejuvenation.   Give the men fruit juices like peach, apple juice or pineapple.   It makes them taste better.” 

Timmy was getting pretty wound up and ready to cum in mom and she stopped him and told me to lie on the table and take him in my anus.   I took her place and for the first time opened my legs up for a man. 

He was slow sticking his cock into my tight anus.   I was lubricated well and was getting pretty relaxed and in a minute he got through and was able to begin stroking me as he was fingering my swollen clit.   I was in heaven. 

I had thought about it a few months ago with Todd but I had diarrhea at the time and thought that it was a bit risky. 

One of his hands was fingering my right nipple and I was thrusting back at him when my insides began to quiver like electricity was bouncing around and I began gushing vaginal fluids all over everything.   I almost felt like I was peeing but it was totally different.   I felt Timmy begin to shoot his cum into my bowels and we both announced we were cumming.   It was my first orgasm except for the ones that I had when masturbating.

We were winding down and I was sitting up recovering when Daddy came home.   He saw us in the dining room and commented,

“Are we having fun yet?”

Mom told him we were waiting for him to help with her preparation.

“You are still a virgin?”   He asked. 

I nodded.

He removed his clothes and walked over to me and asked if I was ready to read the introduction.

I told him yes and he told me to go into the other room and walk in and make believe he was the bishop.   I did as I was told and placed his hands on my breasts and finished the reading.   I was on fire.   He was definitely bigger than Timmy.    He fingered my vagina as I opened for his penetration. 

His manhood was a lot bigger than any I had ever seen on any of the boys that had flashed me at school or the girls had talked about.   He smeared a little gel on his manhood and rubbed it up and down my vaginal opening before he began pressing it into me.   I wanted him to push all the way in he felt so good.   He only went in for about 2 inches when I felt something pressing and he hesitated and pulled out but rested just inside of me. 

He began to apologize to me but I told him that it was OK I knew that he wanted the best for me and I was willing to wait until I was anointed to get my cherry harvested.

He told me to lie back down and he wanted to taste me.   I wasn’t certain what he was talking about but I did and spread myself for him.    He began to lick my vagina and finger my clit.   I knew I was heading for another orgasm. 

Timmy was fondling my breasts and I was on cloud nine.   In a couple of minutes another wild orgasm hit me and I did not come down.   Mom had taken Dad’s place and he was at my head with his cock poised for me to take it in my mouth.   I scooted up a bit on the table and dropped my head down to accommodate him.   I had never done any deep throating before but I found it was very enjoyable. 

I squirted my vaginal fluids all over mom’s face and dad came in my throat.   He started to pull out a bit but I held him enjoying the taste in my mouth.   I would enjoy a steady diet of this stuff.    I was already stroking Timmy to get him up to get another mouthful.

I told them that after most of my upbringing I must be acting awfully slutty but all three of them halted me. 

“For your crossover to adulthood you are acting like a proper priestess and woman according to our doctrines.   These activities are expected of us within the confines of the church according to the Holy Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit and his archangel Gabriel.   The acts of the priestess are to encourage fertility of god’s people.   By her acts she shows the rest of the women, by example, to keep themselves fertile to produce healthy babies and make his church grow.   Your acts of anal and oral sex also help by keeping the men ready to couple with women to do this instead of wandering to other non wholesome outside interests.” 

This was still making me wanting some more sexual stimulation.    Mom and dad were ready and I asked them to continue telling me of the things I might be doing as the three of them continued to stimulate me.

Timmy had come back with a rubber thing that mom suggested they insert into my now bulging vagina to safeguard my hymen but help open me up and prepare me for next weekend.   They said it was normally an anal plug but it would not penetrate or press against my hymen while we had a substantial amount of sex.

Timmy had been fingering me with a couple of fingers so I was still well lubricated when she slipped it in.   I felt really full at my opening and a little bit inside.   She turned a knob on the outside of it and I felt the inside begin to swell. 

I told them it felt “So good!” 

Mom kept turning on it and gave it another slight push then turned some more. I was beginning to orgasm again when she stopped.   I was being stretched.

Timmy was getting aroused again and I wanted some more cum in my mouth so I asked for him while Dad prepared to take me and fertilize my anus.   I did ask them again if I could ask Todd to contribute a load or 2 to me in my mouth or anus when I would tell him that I could not go with him to his prom.   I had been planning to give my hymen up to him next weekend. 

Mom was uncertain if that would be a good idea.

Dad was neutral about it but he thought it would be kind of cruel to him to allow him to see her in this state and not be able to do something about it. 

Timmy said he could get one of the other young women that were not a full priestess to go with him in my stead.   She had fulfilled her obligation and had not been a virgin.   Todd was a handsome fellow and she could do it as a favor.   Todd, while not a member of the church had a very good and honorable reputation in school.   He said he would call and ask a couple of them if they might be available.

While this conversation was going on I was able to hear and understand the course of it.   I was taking Timmy all of the way into my throat and having my clit and breasts massaged and hovering at near orgasm.   Dad finally had come up again and was toying with my anus getting ready to open me up further. 

Dad comforted me and told me. 

“Honey, just relax and think that it is Todd getting ready to open you up some more.   I know that you wanted to give yourself to him this last year but I hoped and prayed that you would be able to wait or he would begin to come to our church with you.   His dad is a good man and would have joined but his mother is a devout Catholic and would never consider leaving her church and allowing him to come with us.” 

It was making perfect sense as I was going through the throws of another orgasm as he entered me again.   My anus was pulsing as he entered me and I was rocking back and forth giving both of my men a full stroke as I bounced back and forth.   My dad came in me as Timmy filled my mouth with his life giving seed.   I was covered with sweat and it was running from my eyelids into my eyes and burning. 

Mom decided I needed a break.   I asked for a quick shower to rinse off.   I was able to hold the semen in my bowels without any of it leaking out yet so I decided to eat a little first.   We went into the kitchen and mom brought out some fresh juice for all of us to drink.

Mom suggested that I rinse out my bowel at least every 4 hours after the first cum shot there and again every 4 hours during the weekend.   I would also need to give myself a cleaning in my vaginal tract at the same time.   There would be a chance that someone might get salmonella poisoning otherwise.

I asked why and she told me it is a generally accepted food service practice to get rid of anything that might be eaten that is a meat or poultry product if it is not above 160 degrees and not below 40 degrees or if it is left inside me for that time period.

After a few weeks we may have a ceremony at church that we have not had in over 10 years.   The ceremony has not been done because no other young woman that qualified as a priestess had wished to try it.   The object is for a qualified priestess to allow herself to be mounted on the staff of Gabriel in the sanctuary for the full day.   She will sing a solo at each service in plain sight of the entire congregation.   She will participate as an icon of fertility from her mount. 

I was beginning to have an orgasm thinking of it.   I was familiar with the statue in the church but did not know that is what it was used for.   I had sung for 3 years in the junior choir and had a good soprano voice.   I could not imagine any woman being mounted on the staff and still be able to sing.   I was intrigued.

“How do they get mounted to his staff?” I asked.

Before the morning service they lower a line from the ceiling and hook a harness to it.   The priestess who has prepared herself puts on the harness and is raised to the end of Gabrielle’s staff and slips it into her anus.   She will hold onto one of the several small cables used for his necklace for the next 12 hours.   He will be penetrating her to his pubis and that is her support.   She will need to hold onto at least one of the cables to maintain her balance without sustained pressure on some of her internal organs.   The last woman that they had seen was able to pull her legs back and arch her back occasionally to let her arms relax at her side but that was only for a few minutes per hour.   I don’t think you remember her doing that since you were only in kindergarten at the time.

I didn’t remember it in detail but I did have a tiny memory of something being up there around that time.   It was only once but I did remember some beautiful singing.   I asked mom if she had a copy of the songs. 

She brought out an old copy of old sheet music and I read it.   It was the “Song of the Priestess.”   It had no dates published but the arrangement was dated in the 16th century.   The English translation was in the 1900’s. 

Mom told me.

“Those that successfully perform the service are the most cherished women in the church.   They usually do it many times around the country for different congregations.   They are the purest of the pure.   There are only 10 of them still alive within the church and they range from about 23 to 80 years old.”

That settled it!   I wanted to be one of them.

First young lady you need some rest.   I think your father and brother are about spent for the evening so I suggest a nice warm bath and you can be cleaned out and made ready for tomorrow.

I was ready for more sex the next morning.   I had slept with the vaginal plug all night.   It was good and I had tightened it another half turn when I had awakened in the early hours.   I had asked about an anal plug but my mom had indicated that it would be unnecessary since I needed it to remain flexible.   My vaginal plug would be supplanted before I stretched too far.   I would also get a couple of hormone injections to help me deal with the stretching and to enable me to tighten up without getting too loose and to relieve cramping.   I would be doing exercises all week.

Timmy had recruited me a substitute for the prom. Ashley could come over to meet Todd this afternoon.   She was his regular girl friend and was very pretty and a senior about 6 months older than I am.

With my parent’s permission I called Todd and gave him the bad news about my being occupied next weekend with my crossover retreat at church.   However I had a substitute date for him that I thought he would approve of.   He was pretty upset so I told him who she was.   He knew her but he said she was pretty stuck up and did not date any of the guys that he knew.   I told him to come to the house this afternoon and she would be here with me.   My parents would be gone with my brother and I would be alone with her.   He told me he would be here.

Mom told me to take off my gown and to hide it with hers.   I was not to mention anything that I would be doing next weekend except it would be bible studies and church fellowship.

I had breakfast with my family and everyone for a change did not bother getting dressed.   Mom gave me some yogurt that I really liked and she told me that it would be good for my digestive tract and give me some good bacteria.   I had added some of the fragrant oil to my anus last night and at mom’s suggestion some flavoring.   I had not ever thought about it before but I thought it would be nice for whoever wanted to get down and taste me.   Mom also told me that I would also be having sex with other women on a limited basis.   It would be oral and some penetration but it would be minor.   We would get to this later.

After breakfast I drained Timmy and dad of all the semen that they had and asked if I could go to church to practice singing the priestess song.

“You will need to get dressed for it.”   She said.   “If there is nobody around you can probably practice it.   I would suggest practicing singing it nude without too much of an audience.   Also you will not be permitted to use the vaginal plug in the church.”

I had 3 hours before I would need to be back to introduce Ashley and Todd.   I dressed in a simple summer dress, a necklace, earrings and flat shoes.   I felt really sexy. 

There was not any activity at the church except a cleaning crew.   They were about finished and the secretary asked us to wait until they left.   I went up to the statue of Gabriel and marveled at the construction.   I had never paid that much attention to it. 

It is a statue of an aroused male angel about 15 foot tall, carrying a sword and a cross with wings.   He wore 2 necklaces of burnished gold and had an 18 inch cock at least 3 inches in diameter.   I was just able to reach it and it was hard and cold.    That is what would be inside my anus for a half a day as I sang solo songs of the priestess in front of 600 or more people. 

I was getting wet as the last of the cleaning crew left.   The organist came in and asked me if I needed an accompaniment for practice.   I told him that I would appreciate it. 

He told me he had the music and had been waiting for any of the girls that were getting ready for the crossover to come in and try to practice it.   In 3 years only 4 had practiced it but none had finally done it.   He suggested that I stand on a short ladder in front of the statue and practice it there since the acoustics had a bearing on how I would project myself.   I shed my dress and shoes and climbed onto the ladder.   The lighting was good and I needed to memorize the song.

I heard the music coming from the organ and asked the organist to play it through once then repeat the introduction.   It was familiar, yet not as I read the music, but as he played it.

“O God of greatness. 
God of love. 
God of our fathers and mothers. 
Take me for your daughter and give your blessings upon those here who are your servants.
Plow my fertile valley as your servant Gabriel renders me. 
Anoint my womb as your own seeds are planted in all of the women of goodness and mercy before you. 
May your blessings and those of your servants follow us forever and ever. 
I have delivered my first fruits to your care and will help in your planting into my fertile fields. 
Take your milk from my yet unsuckled breast. 
Feed your people and plow my womanhood to your delight and abundant harvest as I remain your servant. 
Amen.”

No wonder there were no other parts except for a female voice. 

As I finished my first reading I was getting very much aroused.   I was unaware of anyone watching and was so wrapped up in the music that I did not notice my mother or the organist.   The next time through I was relaxed and was able to get through all of it with out even a missed note or vowel.   I read it 4 more times and was feeling very comfortable with it and looked up as I would try it from memory.   I was looking at the skylight in the ceiling at the center and let my voice go.    I added some emotion and some accents to the syllables and went from a soft voice to a big one, danced around a little and swayed on the step of the ladder.   I even repeated a couple of lines and the organist followed and it felt good.   When I finished I heard clapping and looked around.   A couple of families had dropped in, heard a voice, and had come into the sanctuary.   I knew them all and without acknowledging my nudity I welcomed them to listen to me practice.   There were 3 girls of various ages from 12 to 15 and 4 boys about the same ages and their 2 sets of parents. 

I sang my solo 3 more times and the organist and I felt that I had it nailed down and he said he would be glad to play it for me if I was able to sing it when it was time and if I qualified.   I told him I hoped I would make it. 

The 2 families had dropped in to do a little praying for each of their daughters that were on their crossing over retreat this weekend.   They did not have any idea how their daughters would fare.    Their preparation had been piecemeal and both of the fathers said they were not virgins and did not wish to be when they went.

I told them that I am still a virgin and was hoping that I would do well and be able to go the next step up as a priestess.   In a couple of weeks I will be prepared for all of the duties I might be asked to do.   I want to do the song of the priestess that I had just begun to practice.   They said that I did beautifully and hoped that I would be comfortable doing the services in front of everyone.   

I dressed and mom and I left them alone to their prayers.

I was definitely on fire when we got home.   Ashley had just arrived and Timmy had let her into the house.   I went over what I wanted to do with Todd today and maybe tomorrow and for her introduction to him. 

She said that she would take him to our church tomorrow so he would not be left without some hint of what I would be going through or where I was going.   If she would take him to the normal service he would have his name in the hat at least so he would not be totally banned from contact with me in the future if we both desired to have any continued relationship.   I thanked her for trying but since he had been discouraged by his mother from going with me, but she might have better luck.

Ashley assisted me as I finished my preparations and milked Dad and Timmy of the last of their sperm that was running low by now. 

Mom, Dad and Timmy left us to do our thing.   We had on summer dresses as we did not want to get Todd too wound up too quickly.   I would have sex with both of them several times in the next few hours. 

It was agreed that I would be the sole depository for his cum today.   The doorbell rang and I answered it.   It was Todd.   He had on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt that looked great showing his tight muscular body.   I asked him in and gave him a kiss.   

He felt that I did not have a bra on.   I turned and introduced him to Ashley.   She was hot looking and asked him if he would give her a kiss.   He did and she pressed his hands to her breasts. 

“My body is yours this week.   Although your cum is Mary’s.” 

Ashley had laid everything out for him. 

“Our aim is to fill her with your cum in any orifice except her vagina.   You can couple with me anywhere when we are alone but you must cum in Mary in her mouth or her anus.   Even if you miss it must be on her body.   Where would you like to start?”

Todd was stunned as I pulled my dress off over my head and Ashley did the same.   She was shaved as well and was at least as well endowed as I am.   Her deep red hair and very fair complexion was flawless.   I took his cock and led him to the parson table.   I let Ashley suck his cock for a couple of minutes while I positioned myself to watch him as he would take me in the ass.   He aimed at my vagina but I asked him to lower his aim a little.   I was already leaking from anticipation.   He was nearly as big as Timmy when he had come into the house but now he was a little bigger around.   I was well lubricated and he slipped in fairly easily.   He was fingering my clit and I was already ramping up to a great orgasm. 

Ashley came to my head and stood on a stool and lowered her vaginal lips to my mouth in a fantastic kiss.   She tasted great. 

Her vaginal lips were quivering on my mouth as I began to lap her opening I was fingering her clit and she was enjoying it.   Todd began stroking faster and I was in complete throws of shaking like a bowl of jelly when he came in me and I gushed all over him from my vagina.    I had 5 loads of cum in me today and it was only 1:00. 

My nipples were a little tender but they were staying fully enlarged.   My breasts felt great and fuller than I had ever noticed.   I recovered as Todd started getting soft and I let him out.   Ashley would take him in her vagina next when he got up to it. 

Ashley suggested that I get a fisting in my anus since I wanted to stretch it for future use.   I was still lubricated with some of the oils and fresh cum so I figured that it would be the right thing to do. 

Todd was fascinated at this.   He did not ask questions though.   In fact he had been warned to not ask questions this week on anything not in evidence because he might not like the response. 

Ashley put some gel on her arm all the way to her elbow and told me to assume the position.   I opened up for her to start fingering my anus.   I had not yet tightened up all of the way from Todd’s entry but I was not leaking anything out of my ass.   As she fingered me she tasted me and told us that I tasted great.   Todd sampled as well, surprised at the flowery smell and the peppermint flavor. 

Ashley and I began laughing.   The laughter opened me up and she was able to rapidly insert 4 fingers and her thumb then started to wedge her hand into me past her knuckles.   She was big but I had committed to it and she was able to slip in without too much trouble. 

She said that she had never gone quite that far in her life but had seen it done.   She did not say where but I knew.   Her hand felt funny inside of me.   I felt a little tight but I knew that I would be fuller over time and I was feeling no pain as she slipped in until her fist was next to my diaphragm. 

I thought of singing but I was breathing too fast as of yet.   I would try it later when I had Todd or someone else do it to me.   I wanted to be in an upright or tilted forward position where my lungs could expand and I could put pressure on my diaphragm. 

Ashley cautioned me about singing when Todd was present as the lyrics would give away what the ceremony would be about and what I would be doing.

Timmy or Dad would be available. 

I was having another orgasm and Todd was again becoming aroused and I asked for him in my mouth to shut me up.   I positioned myself with Ashley stroking me and took him all of the way.   He was surprised at me not stopping him as he went all the way down my throat and his testicles were banging me on my nose and cheeks his pubes against my chin. 

I was beyond reason or desire I was in nirvana.   I was dreaming about having sex in all three openings.   When I finally came down I had a throat and mouthful of cum and had soaked Ashley with my vaginal flows.   She had tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth but most had missed her by going past her shoulder and to her back and legs.   Before she pulled out of me Todd was cleaning her up by licking my spray off of her. 

She had missed her vaginal coupling with Todd so it was next.   We had some juice and I asked Todd to take a double glassful of pineapple.   He asked why and I told him that his cum would taste more like the pineapple if he did. 

He looked at me and said, 
“You are a dirty woman thinking like that”. 

I told him that it was not a dirty thought but only one from a girl that thought he was a good friend and first love. 

“For you I am a forbidden fruit because of our backgrounds.   I give you my friend as a lover because of my feelings for you as such.   If our relationship had been only slightly different, one way or another, I would not have her as a substitute and we would have been having our first full sex next weekend.   As it is, we are doing this today and we may or may not do this again. 

Things we do today will stay with us for the rest of our lives.   It will be your purpose in life to make the best of it.   The juice in your cum shot is the flavoring since you are what you eat.    The smell of flowers in my anus is what I planned for you and the peppermint flavoring is the same.   It is for your pleasure and enjoyment.   The taste of my vagina is that of a virgin and it is to remain so for a while until a definite time.   After that time it will be the flavor of a woman who will love any man who she allows to take her because I will give my body and soul to whoever I choose, whenever I choose. ”

He held me and gave me a deep kiss.   I then took his hands and gave him to Ashley.   I was leaking a little so I retreated to the bathroom and cleaned out myself a little, refreshing the oils in my rectum.   I also brushed my teeth and gargled to taste and smell fresh.

Ashley was just taking him in her vagina on the parson table as I returned.   I assumed my position over her head as she began licking me and was giving Todd full stroke.   I was massaging her breasts and nipples as he was working on her clit.   He said he was getting ready and I laid down on her ready to take his cock in my mouth when he pulled out of her.   I pushed on his hips and his cock sprang up and I pulled it to me as he started gushing into me.

He finished cumming in me and I returned his still hard cock to Ashley.    We wound down and I noticed the time. 

I think it is time to call it a day because mom and dad are supposed to be back in another half hour. 

We put on our clothes and prepared Todd to make his escape because he thought the whole affair today was planned by Ashley and I.   He asked if he might go to church with Ashley and maybe even join if it felt right. 

I told him that he would be welcome to go but he would have to be screened for health reasons before he could join. 

Ashley told us

“I will take him to the last service that was open today and he could make an appointment.” 

We both gave him hugs as he left.   I called mom and told them that the coast was clear.

They arrived about 10 minutes later.   They had spent the afternoon at the church helping with some of the minor cleaning and had eaten at a small restaurant. 

Ashley had left when they arrived to meet Todd at the church before the service so he could be introduced.   We reminded them that she would be taking Todd to the afternoon service tomorrow that was generally opened to guests of members and member families.   We would be doing the early morning service. 

We rapidly removed our clothes and mother and I put on our gowns again.   She had contacted the church and had asked for at least 4 selected men to help with her preparation of me for next weekend.   I told her that I wanted to practice singing with one of the guys fisting me in the anus to simulate the statue.   A gleam was in both Timmy and Dad’s eye as they asked which one I wanted?   I tricked them by telling them “Both but the one with the smallest fist first.   But first I want you to take your donations of cum.” 

Dad went to my anus and Timmy my mouth on the parson table.    I was in good form again as nothing hurt but felt great.   It must have been the testosterone because I was getting really bold and almost begging to be used for their pleasure.   I knew that this evening I would have the services of at least 6 men and was really looking forward to it. 

After I drained them we reorganized and Timmy was elected to fist me to practice singing.   Neither he nor my father had remembered the piece I would sing.   Mom knew the first note for me to start on and would play it on the piano to get me started.   I would force myself to sit on his arm on a chair then we would move to where he could brace his elbow on the edge of the parson table and I would lean forward and sing.   I wanted mom to record me on the video camera so I could see what I would be looking like. 

I can remember the song and only needed a couple of minutes to scan through it to bring it all back.   I wanted to move my arms and make the necessary motions to accent and give life and meaning to the words.   I knew I would have to brace myself on Gabrielle’s staff by arching my back and pressing my legs against his while keeping my balance to keep from tearing my insides up when doing this.   The alternative would be heavy boots on my feet to keep me upright.

Timmy lubricated his arm and I presented myself to his cupped hand.   I asked him to wiggle it like a big snake or fish swimming up stream as he entered me.   It worked!   Within a minute he was past his knuckles and in me.   Either I was really stretching out or I was getting more relaxed at the exercise.   His forearm was bigger than Ashley was, but I still felt that I was not hurting myself.   Timmy said he had never felt a glove so tight.

We moved to the table and I relaxed since Timmy was not stroking me like Ashley had.   Then again the act I was doing was not an act of sexual endeavor.   It is an act of love for my God.

Mom began recording with the DVR and I waited for the first note.   She played it and I began cumming.   I opened my mouth and focusing on the first note, began the song.   I concentrated on my movements and the words.   The tone was in my upper ranges and sounded very sexy and full.   I was in a low level orgasm the whole time and it felt fantastic.   The final line I actually gushed more fluid than I had thought possible.   Timmy was in awe and Dad was kneeling in front of me.   Tears were in his eyes.

We settled down and Timmy pulled out of me as my full weight was taken by my feet on the floor.   We watched the video 4 times on the TV before the doorbell rang.   I think I am ready for anything.   I just hope that I can have orgasms like I had on the video when I sing it for the services. 

The bell was the 4 selectmen from the church.   2 of them were the fathers of the 2 girls in their crossover weekend this weekend.   Both of their daughters were a couple of days older than I am.   2 of the men were in their early 20’s. 

They were young singles that had not yet been selected or been given a selection of partners.   They had shown their support of the church through their giving and the fact that they were very well endowed in the manhood department.   Mom had answered the door in her gown after making certain who was outside.   She ushered them in and introduced me to them. 

She suggested that we go to the bathroom and insert my vaginal plug for the evening so there would be no mistakes.   She played the video that I had just made to get them worked up while we were making ready for them.   She made me read my introduction to the bishop to them as I walked into the dining area.   They were all lined up next to each other so I picked out the largest older guy to treat as the bishop.   I knew I would have them all for the rest of the evening. 

One at a time I took them in my anus and one at a time they filled my bowels.   I also took them in my mouth after they had done me at least once.   I no longer noticed when they came and went it was just one after another but I was always appreciative for their contribution to my body. 

After 2 hours we took a break and I had some yogurt to break up the semen diet.   When we finished I needed to clean out my bowels again as I was leaking from the volume and the relaxed sphincter muscle.   I cleaned out my entire large intestine since there was a little at the far end and refilled the fragrance and peppermint flavoring.

One of the men asked if I could sing the song of the priestess again.   Since none of them had an enlarged organ I told them I would if I had a volunteer to mount.   Dad volunteered. 

His hand and arm was larger than Timmy’s but I knew that I could do it.    I rubbed in the gel and he was quite slippery.   He put his elbow on the chair like Timmy had and he again, wiggling much like I had told Timmy to do it.   I still slipped on with comparative ease.

We moved to the table and I took my position.   Dad was flexing his arm to keep circulation to his hand.   It felt very erotic so I kept the same frame of mind as I did the first time with Timmy. 

The camera was recording as Mom played the first note and again I started to cum.   It continued through the complete song and the results were the same.   I shot vaginal fluid all over again and lost the vaginal plug.   All of the men were ready to explode.   I took them one at a time in my mouth and down my throat. 

They decided to call it a night and I gave them all hugs and access to my body as we kissed.   I would see them in the morning service when the women that had gone through their crossover came back to present themselves to the rest of the adult members.   I was allowed into this service since I would be going next weekend.

I was awake at sunup the next morning refreshed and even I was surprised at how well I felt after such a supercharged 36 hours.   I did all of my toiletries and cleaning since I now felt that I must be ready at anytime for any man that might wish to have me even if I had to remember to not have vaginal sex.   Mom suggested I wear a skirt with no panties or with a thong if I wished to have a reminder that I was still a virgin and did not wish to couple fully yet until my crossover.   If I was in a compromising position it would be a good idea. 

I asked her if she thought that I might be having second thoughts about being a priestess?   She said she was merely was giving me an option to work with.   She told me to put on my ivory colored vest with the skirt and to wear the gown under it.   The vest didn’t button but would give me a little privacy while I was seated and while we were traveling to church.

Breakfast was over quickly and we were off.   It was 7 AM when we arrived.   About half of the parking lot was filled.   We settled in to our seats about the third row back from the front.   The order of worship was different than usual for the services that I usually went to.   There were a couple of hymns and then the presentation of the new crossover women.   They began in the rear of the church and walked together down the aisle in only their gowns.   Behind them were their mothers in their gowns.   They stood together in the front with the church elders in the front.   The elders had full robes but they could be opened in the front. The young women gave their little speech that they were not virgins and would only be priestess assistants.   They would be available to all male members in good standing until after they were married and had their first born child.   The mothers also gave their little speech that they would be assistants to their daughters for the same purposes.   The 4 of them were motioned to the alters and lay on them to be coupled by the elders.   They were all ready and took the men as they came into them.   As they finished the elders called for the next crossover girls. 

Mom nudged me and told me to go ahead.   There were 4 of us in this group.   We were prompted and responded in an oath of our allegiance to the congregation for our crossover retreat.   Our status would be received at our anointing.    They then asked us to remove our clothes leaving on our gowns.   I didn’t hesitate but a couple of the girls did for a minute then removed them as I let mine fall to the ground.    2 of the girls were asked why they had worn full panties.   They said they were embarrassed of their bodies.   I was asked and I said to remind myself and everyone else that I am a virgin and wish to be anointed for the first time and have the bishop harvest the first fruits of my body at the crossover.   The last girl was asked why she wore nothing and she answered that she was waiting for her anointing as a woman next weekend.   She was prepared for what ever was wanted of her.

The head of the congregation asked us for a hug to send us off and to return the hugs of the rest of the congregation.   We gave them all to the elders then went from row to row and gave everyone a full body hug.   Those that wanted to feel were allowed to touch and feel us at will.

It was really exhilarating that we were accepted as were are and hugged by both the men and women of the congregation and not leered at or talked down to as we were ushered through the congregation to them through the greeting and exit from the church.   We did not leave the premises but went with our families to our cars and drove home.   Mom did rush me a little into the house. 

We had our brunch and resumed our stretches and exercises.   I spent the next 6 hours doing a half hour of aerobics and abdominal crunches alternating with a 15 minute reverse crunches to help strengthen my back and shoulders.   Then we would do a half hour of sex with Dad and Timmy.   This was followed by another break for refreshments and fellowship.   They all seemed concerned about how I felt about serving the church after my crossover. 

Consistently I kept going back to my deep seated desire to do what God had commanded for me and all women.   And from what I had done so far, the very acts that were described, I knew would be wonderful for me.   My body felt so good doing those things that he commanded.   There are many things that I will learn and do that I have never dreamed of and want to have him show me the way.

We repeated the routine for 4 times that morning and early afternoon and prepared for the selectmen to arrive.   These were 4 different men and I was well prepared.   I was practicing singing my initial introduction to the bishop to a tune that I had compiled from the text. 

I wore my vaginal plug so I would not be violated but had trimmed it so my clit would be more accessible.   These men were all very well endowed and they seemed to be a little more relaxed than the ones that had come to visit last night. 
   
We went through the ceremony 4 times and each of them came in me at each ceremony.   They asked me if I planned on singing the song of the priestess when my time came.    “If I qualify as the anointed one I will mount Gabriel in front of the congregation and sing the song and help as I can all of the celebrations.“

They asked, “You will give yourself to all men of the congregation during your trials and during your apprenticeship?” 

I agreed without hesitation.

Two of the men dressed and went to the van of one of them and came in with a large bundle about 6 foot tall and unwrapped it.   It was a stand with a forming of Gabrielle’s cock and a profile of his loins for about 3 foot over his staff.   They set the form up in the Dining area and asked if I would be able to mount it and sing for them.   One of the men said that I would have my weight on the staff and I would be pretty well balanced if I kept my body in the right position.   The collar of my gown, I would need to hook over the small hook on the chest of the statue.   I had not noticed this hook before because it was hidden in the sparse hair of his chest between his nipples.

Timmy retrieved a stepladder from the garage and brought it in for me to use.   The form of the cock was smoother than I had remembered, and asked about it.   He said that it would be refinished before I mounted the one in church with an insulating compound and sealed.   The method of mounting the statue had recently been changed so the woman no longer needed to be raised in a harness to mount the statue either.   It could be raised and lowered between services and the woman could relieve herself for a few minutes.   She would still need to service her lubricants in her body and she could replenish her liquids.   A fresh application of lubricant would be injected from the statue as she remounted.

This removed all of my worries about my performance.   I knew I would be well taken care of and it would be thoroughly enjoyable.   I was even thinking of letting Ashley use the form here if she liked to try it.

Mom applied some gel to the form and I climbed the stepladder to where the end of the cock was at just the right height to enter me as I bent over.   I had removed the vaginal plug because I knew that I would orgasm and pop it out as I sang the song.   I was fully aroused when I began pressing onto the form. 

It took a couple of moments but it was a lot smoother than I thought it would be.   I was bent over at least 45 degrees as I hooked my collar to the “Hair” on the form.   The man instructed me to ease my weight off my feet and support myself on the shaft and I had to extend my legs down to a nearly straight profile with my body like I was flying. 

I relaxed again and my heart rate slowed to nearly normal.   As with a fist, I felt it pulse with my heart beat inside me.   As I moved my legs one at a time off of the platform and moved them down straight I felt very glad that my body had developed with a wide space between my legs.   As my right leg came down to rest next to my left one I was feeling almost euphoric.   Everything felt unlike anything I had ever felt.    When mother played the note for me I was lost and singing as I had never done before.   I was touching myself in all manners as the words came to me as the lyrics mentioned my breasts I was presenting them to all for their use and pleasure and in doing so I was pleasuring myself.   Finally I finished with a threefold “Amen” and for the third time in the song I vented vaginal fluids.   When I finished it took a while for me to come down because I was so drained.   I had kept my posture but I had spread my legs sideways a little more than I thought I would have wanted but everything still felt fine.   My vagina was still dripping. 

Mom moved the stepladder so I could dismount and I slowly rose off of the staff.   I took all 6 men one at a time in my mouth as they then gave me oral stimulation in both my vagina and my anus. 

We had some additional snacks to replenish ourselves and the men said they would be replaced tomorrow with 4 more men.   I thanked them for coming to help me and told them I hoped they would come back to me again when it was time.   They said that they would be there at the crossover. 

Mother asked me again if I still had the desire to have every man in the church give me their semen as they could contribute to me as I completed my studies as a priestess?

I again told her that if it is God’s will I shall do so as long as I am able.   I shall have the love and support of all of the other women as well as the young women that have not yet borne their first child.

“Yes and those young women will be obliged to help you with your celebration by taking every man in each service on the day you give your proclamation on Gabriel.”

“In the sanctuary?” I asked.

She told me, “Yes in the sanctuary.” She said with her eyes lowered. 

“It will happen as you give your proclamation.   Every male above the age of 14 will be there.   There will be no children between 8 and 14 and no girls between 8 and 16 there.   None of the women over childbearing age will be there during any of the services.   The front of the church will be filled with altars for the young women to fulfill their obligations.   It will be the biggest fertility event in our congregation’s history.   We have grown to 8 times as big as we were when the last High Priestess was raised here.”

“Does it mean that I will have 8 times the men to do service to by god’s will?”

“Yes it does.” Mom said.

“Does it mean that if Todd joins the church I will be able to drink his semen and take him joyously?”

“You will be able to take any man that wants to couple with you in any form.”

I hesitated for a moment and said.   “Then it is God’s will and I will do as he wishes.”

My period began.   It would be done in 3 days in time for my crossover.

For the rest of the week I relaxed and even went shopping with mom.   I had my physical and all the tests were very good. My teeth were checked and I needed no fillings or other work.   I felt great.   I still kept Timmy and Dad drained at least 3 times a day.   I asked Ashley if she wanted to try the Gabriel form but she declined.   She did watch my last video on it and she had an orgasm as I did again when I watched it.   She said that she would be one of the women who would be coupling with the congregation on that Sunday.   She was committed to have sex with at least 50 men and as many as 100 in the 14 hour time period.   She said that Todd would be admitted on that Sunday.   He still did not know what I would be doing except going on a crossing over retreat.   He had been told and understood that all of the female teens did it this way.   Since he was over 18 he would enter the congregation as an adult and would attend one of the crossovers with the new women sometime about 2 months out.

Friday came and I was excited.   My menstruation was done and I was ready for my ceremonies.   I was cleaned out and lubricated as well as was practical.   My gown was freshly cleaned or replaced I did not know.   She gave me a cape to protect me from wandering eyes as her and Dad drove me to the church.   They said I looked almost like a graduating classmate.   I told them I was graduating from childhood to womanhood.   Mom cried almost all the way to church.

We arrived on time and there were 4 of us in capes as we entered the church.   There were about 2 dozen men and young boys attending and some of their parents and maybe wives.

I was surprised at the number of robes in attendance. 

I recognized the now familiar altars that were set up for us for our sacrifice as part of our crossover.   There were 4 of them. 

When the service started the men that were to do the crossover were ushered out to the side and we went through the incantations in our seats until the men were led back in.   They had capes like ours on.   I knew who was going to be servicing us girls for our crossover.

Finally it was our turn and we stood and made our way to center aisle and came forward in our capes to the first row of seats where we removed our covering and asked to stand until called.   There were a few more incantations and then I was the first one to be called. 

I began the song of introduction that I had composed from the text of the crossover introduction.   I finished the first 3 lines as I made my way to the center figure with the ornate headpiece.   I took his extended hands and laid them on my breasts and I finished my introduction.   He took my arms then and extended them and asked me to turn around to face the congregation.   I did as I was smiling and he echoed my introduction.   He then took my hand and led me to the last altar and laid me on it as he perched himself between my legs. 

I began my next recitation and he caressed my vagina and felt inside to my hymen.   He then began moving his cock up and down on the lips of my vagina and rubbed my clit with his other hand as I sang.   He entered me and I was in heaven but my voice was strong. 

He went against my hymen and I began the line where I imagined he would pierce it and he pulled out almost all the way and he went to full depth as I hit my high “C” and continued feeling covered by the song as I momentarily felt the pain of being torn and the pleasure of being filled with his manhood. 

He was at least as large as Dad would have been had I had him break my hymen.   The song ended with him cumming in me.   He didn’t last very long. 

As he pulled out I drained my red vaginal fluids all over the end of the altar.   He took my hands and helped me up and walked me over to the front and presented me as a new priestess and a woman of the congregation. He kissed me and told me to fetch a new partner.   I did as I was told and took the first man I came to and took him to my now bloodied altar and took him as well.

The bishop called the next girl and went through the same ritual as I took my next man.   The bishop lasted longer this time and she was not a virgin. 

He finished without cumming in her but had another take her before he introduced her to the congregation as a new woman.   The same happened with the next girl as I took my third man.   I was still not leaking and was wondering how much room I had inside.

The forth girl said her introduction was the one that had followed the instructions as I had at the service last Sunday. 

She did not sing the introduction but she said it well and chatted with the bishop as he anointed her.   She also was a virgin.   We had 2 Priestesses.   I took my 5th man as she took her second.   The others were taking another about every 5 or 6 minutes.   I was surprised how fast the guys were letting go in us. 

The service continued with some more ceremonies of inductions of new adult members both male and female.   One of the new women came to me and asked if she could fill in for me so I could have myself cleaned up when I was finished with my current man. 

I told her it would be a pleasure.   She gave me a gentle squeeze to my breast and went to my head and stepped onto the steps on the side and opened herself up to me.    She was moist and tasted good much like mom but not as sweet as Ashley had been.   I finally came again as my current partner let go in me.   He quickly withdrew, as I was able to feel him shrinking quickly.

The woman had introduced herself as Donna and I thanked her as I was ready to be given a brief reprieve.   I went to the side room that I had never been to before and it was a room devoted to feminine hygiene and cleaning.   My mother was waiting for me.   She was dressed in only her own gown. 

We hugged and she was still crying.   I asked her why and she said. 

“Today I lost a young girl who was my daughter.   For that I am sad.   Now I see a young and beautiful woman who is to be my daughter and a priestess of my church for how long I do not know. 

My priestess daughter will devote her next couple of years sacrificing her beautiful body for our God in ways that may or may not change her appearance or her bond with me.   For this I am sad, for she is all that I would have wished for myself to be had I not made other choices during my life”

I comforted her and told her, “I will do my best to be your best friend and confident as long as we both are able to be.”

She washed the last of the blood from my legs and buttocks and finished by giving me some warm gel for my now opened vagina.   She told me it would soothe and lubricate me.   A nurse also gave me my implant of birth control hormone.   She said that one of the side effects of the hormone mixed with the amount of testosterone I would be receiving would make me begin to lactate very quickly maybe even within a week.   I would need another implant in 3 months.

We discussed this and things were beginning to come together.   In the song I would sing next week I would indeed be able to give milk from my breasts.   The nurse also suggested that I begin to invite anal, vaginal and oral sex partners for the day.   If they wished I could also have anal as well as vaginal sex but the altars made it a bit difficult to have both vaginal and anal at the same time without laying on one of the men. 

I told her that that would be fun and I would leave that up to my partners after they had already cum in me once.

In only a couple of minutes I was ready for more.   My mother came with me to clean the blood from my altar.   I took over and relieved Donna and told her that we would take turns for a while once we had established a rhythm of coupling.   She thanked me.

As she finished I was already selecting my next partners of 2 at a time.   I gave them options as I asked a small group.   Those that had not yet had a woman I accepted only vaginal.   Those that had already had one of us I asked if they wanted oral or anal. I wound up with 2 that had one of us and one that had none yet.   I asked the man who would take anal to lay on the altar and I would mount him. I would lay my head next to his and would take the man in my mouth as I was taking the man for his first time in my vagina. 

Donna and my mother were just finishing as we got there.   The man in my anus was large as was the one in my vagina.   The one in my mouth was long and slender in the manhood department.   I never bothered with actual dimensions.

This was my first time in my anus for the day and he felt good inside and did not have to wait to slip in.   I was well prepared.   He was taller than I am so my shoulder was tucked just under his chin as I laid my head back to take the third man I did not see the man enter my vagina but he was definitely huge.   I began rocking back and forth and quickly wound up with a great orgasm. 

One by one they let go in me and as the man in my mouth and the one in my vagina withdrew, he was replaced by another man.   The man in my anus had not yet let go. He was working on both of my breasts and stretching my nipples like he was milking me.   I thought that his wife was probably pregnant and liked to milk her. 

I had all three of them let go in me almost at the same time and they gradually withdrew and we got up.   I had 5 men at one setting that took about 10 minutes.   More were already walking to me and some had started going to the other young women as they returned from cleaning.   I noticed in the next 5 rounds that the other virgin girl was not taking anyone in her anus.   The others were. 

My mother told me when she came to check me that the other girl would be very sore by the time she had her first 50 men without anal sex.   She would not last because the clergy was keeping exact count and comments of the different women and what they would do and how well they did it. 

Every 4 settings I was switching with Donna and she always gave any of the men what they wanted without hesitation.   She would do 2 sets for me and I would do 4.   I made sure she would do her cleaning and be ready when she was done.   She said she would and was definitely looking at getting pregnant as quickly as possible. 

This was one of the reasons that her and her husband had joined today.   I asked her who her husband was and she told me that he was the third and 20th man that I had today.   I asked how many I had so far and she said that I have had 46 and going strong. 

All of the men were to take all of the women at least twice each.   That would be 8 times and then more men would be brought in to finish us all off for the evening.   If the other virgin could not take more than 75 she would be eliminated as a priestess.

“And you think I will be able to do it?”

Donna kissed me and told me,

“I have every confidence that you will make it today and tomorrow. We will spend the night flying to our retreat and there we will both be asked to take as many men as we can for the day.   They will not be any that we know. 

Tomorrow night we will return and spend the night here and be ready for the first service on Sunday.   We both will have couplings as we return, but it will only be about 25 before we rest for a few days.   If you survive and thrive you will be asked to mount Gabriel and sing to the congregation in the Priestess festival. 

You won’t be mass coupled with during the services but all of the rest of the women that have not borne a child will be coupled by every man available for each service.   Our only break will be for 10 minutes at a time between services. For 14 hours.   You will be basically crucified on Gabrielle’s cock during the services.   In case you were not told, one of the men will be crucified at the beginning of each service.   They will be selected by you from a list given by he council.”

I had been coupling during this exchange and as he came in me I asked her.   “A man will be crucified?”

She replied,

“Not really, but he will be tied naked to a cross in front of the altars for the women that will be coupling.   They will be nominated by the elders and selected and anointed by you.   You will be allowed to couple with them for 2 hours each on the 2 days before the service.   They will probably be pretty well beat up by the experience.   Any time they get hard they will be masturbated by one of the women.   Some of the women have been known to abuse them pretty bad.”

I had not heard of this but if everything was to happen like it had so far I had nothing to worry about and everything to be thankful for.   It would be wondrous.

I noticed that the number of available men was getting more and more scarce.   I had already taken my minimum quota and was well past the 75 count when a number of men arrived and quickly changed into the capes.   They were fresh and I was still very comfortable taking them all at any time.   I did notice my Dad was one of them.   He felt very good and I told him so and told him that I had waited for him for so long.   He came in my vagina almost immediately.   We laughed about it and I gave him a big hug and a long kiss before he left.   He was number 95. 

The other virgin had dropped out and was bleeding profusely from the vagina by the time she did her minimum quota.   She would be hospitalized for the next week and would have her status dropped from the Priestess roll.

After I finished number 100 I was shown into the cleaning room and told that we would be going with our alternates to the retreat for the night and tomorrow.   We would not need to take anything with us as everything would be provided.   Our gowns would be cleaned and returned to us when we returned.   I gave mom a kiss and a hug and we were off.

The flight was shorter than I expected although it was a private jet.   We had 4 extra seats but we did not move around much.   We just laid back and slept after drinking our ever present juice and eating a yogurt.

This was my first night away from home in my memory.

I awoke when we touched down and looked around the sun was just setting as it was when we took off so I figured that we had flown west quite a ways.   We were ushered into a limousine and driven with the windows blanked.   We could not see the driver or out the front, side or back windows.   We arrived at a large building, not a church, but like a large cabin in the woods.   A sign over the door said “Retreat Center”.   We were ushered inside and given rooms to stay in with private and well stocked bathing facilities.   I had not yet cleaned myself out after my last 5 men group and I went straight to it. 

I cleaned out my rectum and bowels and flushed it with some of the mild soap that was provided for the purpose then followed it with another thorough rinse and the soothing and lubricating oils and selected a slightly different flavor.   This one was more wintergreen than the peppermint.   The scent was appropriate to the taste. I also cleaned out my vagina since I was now getting used to some of the depth that I found since I no longer had my hymen.   It felt as if it was healing well and I could not feel the edge of it as I pressed past the ring to my G spot and cervix.   I am definitely feeling like a woman now and I am feeling good.   I had another snack of yogurt and brushed my teeth.   There was no TV so I read a few passages in the bible before turning out the light and looking out the window and the stars before I closed my eyes.

The sky was just beginning to lighten as I awoke.   I heard some footsteps in the hall and decided it was time to get up.   The footsteps were of a woman in high heels and she was talking to someone.   I used the toilet and rechecked myself to make certain everything was in order.   A little freshening up and I felt ready to go.   I went into the hall and I saw a couple of people at the end just going around the corner they were clothed.   Since I knew that I was to be nude for the weekend I did not think anything of it. 

I retraced my steps from the night before and followed them to the desk that I had seen.   As I approached it a large black man looked up and asked me for my name. 

I told him and he looked on the computer screen and told me that my group would be gathering for breakfast and orientation in about a half hour in the west wing dining room. 

I asked him where it was and he told me to return the direction that I had come to the end and turn to the right and go through the doors.   I thanked him and turned around and followed his instructions.   I was not yet used to being around black men while I was naked for them to see me. 

There were no black couples in my congregation.   I had not thought of that.   After all!   All peoples were God’s children. 

I went to the end of the hall and turned right and there were a half dozen doors.   I pushed through one and then another.   It opened into a large garden atrium with little ponds and waterfalls and paths and tables.   There must have been 30 other women there as I was. 

Donna was there and she waved me over to her table.   
She introduced me to 2 other girls that were the same age as myself.   She had asked a woman in the hall that had been wearing clothes and she had given directions to her.   She said that the others would be awakened in a few more minutes.

She offered me another yogurt and some juice.   I thanked her and joined the rest of them. 

We talked about our activities today and it seemed that all of them had learned of tidbits but none of them had gotten the whole story from anyone. 

All we knew is that each of us would be expected to couple and consume the semen from at least 100 men before sundown.   I felt great after yesterday and thought I should not have any trouble.   I might gain weight doing it though. 

The other young women said that they definitely would since they would definitely be pregnant by then.   Donna told them that I was finishing qualifying as a priestess so I had been given an implant to prolong my coupling for as long as I wished.   I added that the implant with the testosterone would make me start lactating within a week.

They looked closely at my breasts and said that I looked like I might do that at any time and I would be comfortable doing it.

More girls began coming in and joining us.   By the time we had most of the tables filled, food was being wheeled in on carts by women in uniform dresses and shoes.   Breakfast would be served buffet style. 

Most of us ate fairly lightly but many of us restricted ourselves to non filling foods and light fare.    
While we were eating the business orientation began.    A woman in her mid 20’s and another in her mid 30s dressed in jeweled gowns like the ones that we had at our crossover stood before us with wireless microphones and addressed us. 

“Ladies.   I am priestess Julianne and this is priestess Margaret.   We are the last 2 priestesses in our order.   There are a couple of you that are so far qualified to follow in our footsteps and the rest of you are finishing your crossover to womanhood as members.   Most if not all will be pregnant with your first born child by this evening although you will not be certain until your monthly cycle either starts or does not.

Those that have qualified thus far will have their cycle.   They will also have taken more men for their lovers in that month than a whore or hooker in a brothel would in a year.   They will be loved for who they are and not just because they are a woman. 

All of you will take lovers today from every race on the face of this earth.   Some of you are not Caucasian so you might be familiar with multi ethnic parents and mixing blood.   In all likelihood most of you are all ready pregnant by lovers you took yesterday. A few of you may not be and those that are not protected by the pill or an implant and are fertile will be pregnant today by someone that you may or may not remember.   The child will still be God’s child.   Is this understood?”

There was a little buzzing amongst some of the women no loud comments. 

“Are there any dissenters?   Will you gladly take any and all men into your bodies that wish to couple with you and will you be gracious to them?”

There was general agreement.

“Ladies we have for the first round 60 women and 120 men all chosen for their size and manhood.   They are not the largest that you will be taking but they are all very fertile.   Their sperm count is in the highest 10 percent of men in general.   You will couple with them until they can no longer be brought to an erection.

This means all of you.   All of you crossover women have matrons with you who helped you last night.   They will be with you through today.   For cleaning yourselves between rounds you are dependent on oral sex from your partner and she from you.   Each of you will orally suck the semen from the orifices of your partner and she from you.   None will be rinsed or flushed between the initial rounds.   Do you all understand?”

Donna and I looked at each other and cried, “Yes!”

Others did the same holding their hands over their heads clasped together.

They called us together to go to our next round.   We walked side by side with our female partners down the hall, past the lobby and down the other direction.   We went into another atrium that was a little more open and had benches scattered around with 2 naked men at each bench. 

The older priestess introduced us by our first names. And one by one the pairs of men came and took our hands and led us to the benches.   Donna and I were stationed next to each other so we would not have to go looking for each other if we needed cleaning.   I had a Hispanic man and an oriental man.   She had a Hispanic and another smaller darker man. 

I was ready to take them both because I was already for anything that may come.   They both wanted to feel and taste me with some foreplay before they entered me. 

I kissed and hugged them both and began feeling them both as their cocks began to rise.   Finally I was giving them both head and I played with their balls.   One of them I even poked in the anus with my finger and wiggled it a little as he began to swell. 

He was the first to enter me.   I laid him down and slid onto his hard cock with ease and began stroking him.   I told the other that I would either take him in my mouth or my anus or he could wait until my vagina was available.   I was stroking my man underneath me vigorously and squeezing him as he pulled in a rhythm that my mother said would enlarge him and drain him quickly. 

The man inside me asked if he could share me with the other if he entered me in my anus and I asked if he would trade places or should I just turn over.   They both agreed that I should just turn over.   I lifted off and sat down on him.   He was a lot bigger than he was when he went in the first time.   I took the other man and lay on the chest of the first one.    He grasp my breasts and squeezed them as he started cumming in me.   I kept rocking and a moment later my second came in my vagina.   He was copious.   We wound down and finally they pulled out. 

Donna was finishing and I was already leaking.   We cleaned each other in a 69 as they watched us.   They were not yet ready for us again but we allowed both of our partners full access to each of us.   Donna was really full of cum and so was I at both ends.

They started getting aroused again and we were getting worried because of the delays that the time might be getting short to do as many men as we knew we had to do today.   It had been nearly a half hour.   We resumed the operation and again took them both until they came in us again.   We cleaned again and decided to switch partners.   This time it was a little faster as we were still pretty tight and we had been loosing lubrication.   In an hour and a half we had a total of 8 cum loads each.   At this rate in 14 hours of straight coupling we would be barely close to our target.   I asked the priestess if we could at least double the number of men to service us or we would have extreme difficulty in making our goals.   They said that they customarily had everyone start slowly until someone asked.   She said, “You are one of the Priestess candidates?” 

I said. “I am.”

Good for you. 

She spoke into her boom microphone and the doors opened in a minute and another 250 men came into the room.   All but a couple were black.    
She spoke some more and then her voice was coming in over the loudspeakers. 

“Ladies this is the end of round 1.   You may clean yourselves up and prepare yourselves.   The ratio is now 6 men for each woman.   This round will be for 2 hours and you have 10 minutes to prepare.   Facilities are to the rear of the atrium.” 

All of the women were rapidly walking to the rear doors as they had all been having trouble getting their men to recover. 

Donna and I cleaned out well and even brushed our teeth.   We had smelled each other and we both had bad cum breath. When we returned all of the men were gathered around the benches and the men that had been there had apparently taken a little dip in the ponds.   They were rinsed clean.   The priestess suggested that we go to different benches than ones that we had been at.   And we were to switch after 2 couplings to another bench.   They also suggested that we clean off all of our partners after we moved to a different bench. 

Donna and I wound up with one Hispanic one Indian and 4 blacks to satisfy.   The blacks were ready to take us right away and I sat on one in my vagina and the other went into my anus in a matter of seconds.   I motioned to the smaller guy to let me suck him off.   I was the first in a solid three way today the others were still getting ready.   I was still practicing my grip as mom had taught me and it was only a matter of a few moments until I was having my first full orgasm today.    A few moments later all of my partners were filling me up.   The one in my mouth went directly into my stomach and I didn’t even taste it. 

Within another minute Donna was filled as well.   Our partners uncoupled and we cleaned each other out before taking the other 3 each.   They were just as big and did not last any longer.   In 20 minutes we had each taken 6 loads.   We cleaned each other again and began looking for more. 

We found a pair of women about 4 benches away that were finishing and we introduced ourselves to their partners as they finished cleaning each other.   By the time they were ready to leave we both were getting pounded and well on the way again. 

Another 20 minutes and another 6 loads that was 20 today so far.   We each had 44 by the end of the second round.   We were ready for the full cleaning by the time we finished that round.   Everything flushed out fine and extra lubrication and flavoring was added to both of our openings and again the tooth brush and mouthwash.   We balanced out the meal with some more yogurt and juice.    When we returned the original men were no longer in presence.   They had been replaced by another 230 white men and they were all very well endowed.

  The priestess announced.   “Ladies you have a ratio of 8 to one now.   You will not have time to clean each other out.   The next round will be for 3 hours of nonstop sex.   You will stay at your benches and available men will come to you as they are able.” 

I thought of the young women that had come back from their weekend and I sympathized with them.   They had looked worn out. 

We wasted no time in getting engaged and continually graciously accepted each and every man and thanked, hugged or kissed each as he said goodbye.   At the end of 3 hours we each had totaled far over 100 lovers and we were still going strong.   When the next announcement came, we were given a half-hour to prepare ourselves. 

“The last round would be only the biggest men and they would only do the crossover women and the matrons once, the priestess candidates must take 5 men before they can do their final test or until they surrender their candidacy.   Those women will be aided in cleaning by their matrons.”

Donna and I looked at each other with a little bit of dread at what might yet come.   Donna was worried about the big men and that they might go through the cervix of the maidens and cause spontaneous abortions.   She said for them to not go through they might stretch the vulva and if it was not long enough there could be other complications.   One thing was certain at least half of the women here today would not bear the child they had started this weekend.

  I knew it would be hard on some of them but it was something I had to do for me and my God.

They called out 3 names to come forward.   I was the third.   I stood with the other two crossover women and we were addressed for all to hear.   “Ladies. You are the surviving candidates for advancement to priestess.   There have only been 20 in the last year and none have advanced past the last 2 rounds on their crossover weekend.   In fact there have been none in the last 9 years.   Do not be disappointed if you do not make it past either one of the priestess tests before you.   The last test for the other women is not a requirement for them as well but is so that they know as a woman part of the ordeal what you are willing to go through.   There will be no envy or jealousy between you.   You will be sacrificing yourselves for them much as our Lord had sacrificed himself for us all.   You already have held onto your virginity until you were anointed yesterday.   In the last 30 hours you have willingly made love to over 200 men each and have been impregnated even though you have had implants.   The implants will not work until your next cycle.   In the next few weeks if you do not pass the final round you will be ovulating at least a dozen times and will in all probability remain pregnant from one of your eggs.   The rest of you might lose your initial pregnancy with a spontaneous loss from this last coupling round but you can again become pregnant within the next 2 years with regular coupling within the bounds of your congregations.   The priestess candidates will now retire to prepare themselves for their next 2 rounds.   They will start theirs when you finish.”

We were told to go back to our rooms and rest or pray for what was to come.   Our rooms were next to each other and we were escorted back by the older Priestess.   She suggested that we have a large yogurt and take a nap since we would have an hour and a half to wait.

I went into the room and it had been cleaned and restocked after I left this morning but there was a glass and bowl of the now familiar juice and yogurt waiting for me.   I sat down and literally devoured it because I was hungry.   I cleaned out myself completely and added extra lubrication, scent and flavoring.   I would wait until I woke to finish my mouth.   I took their advice and lay down and closed my eyes to rest.   Rest I did and woke somewhat disoriented when Donna came to awaken me. 

“Mary when did you have this done?”

I did not know what she was talking about.

Your nipples are pierced and the gown and your necklace.   Where did you get them? 

I looked and she was right.   I had no idea.

I felt them and they were not sore or anything and they seemed to be sealed.   I had on golden earrings and a gold beaded gown with necklace loops that went below my breasts but connected to the bottoms of crosses that were going through my nipples.   She looked at my vagina and she said it looked swollen I fingered myself and it seemed a little fuller than I remembered but it felt good. The mere touching excited me. 

“We have 10 minutes to get to the other atrium.   I was sent to get you.”   I was not sure I could make it after taking the man they gave me. 

He held out for a long time.   And I don’t think I could take another.   A lot of the girls were split and bled a little but most of us did OK.   There were about a third of them that decided to not even try.”

I was finishing my teeth and added.   “I think they came in and gave me something to help enhance the experience.   I know I can take the form and size of   Gabrielle’s staff in my anus and possibly in my vagina now since I have been stretching it this last day or so.”

As we started out in the hall she asked

“Or so?”

I told her.   “Yes for the last week my parents kept a vaginal plug inside of my lips to stretch me and to guard against possible rupture of my hymen before the ceremony.”

“It is probably a good thing because those women that were split were all new crossover women and had not had that much oversized sex before.   I think most of them only had their hymen broken in the last month or so that they would have an excuse to not be a candidate.”

“It could be.    I know my mother was concerned about me.   She always was looking for an excuse for me to change my mind on it at the last minute.   In fact I think that she was a little surprised that I still had my hymen the week ago.   It seems like it was a year ago.”

We arrived at the atrium and went in.   The other 2 women were there and they were dressed the same as I am.   Their labia were swollen and so were their vaginal lips.   They had similar nipple piercings. 

We were again introduced to the rest of the participants and to our first really large men.    They must all be enhanced because I had never seen such large male organs except on statues.   But then again I had practiced on such an organ in my anus several times a day for nearly a week.   My gown had the little loop for connecting to one if I was asked to.   I wondered how it would feel in my vagina.   I began leaking a little.

My first partner was very good looking and had the body of an athlete but his manhood even limp was reaching over half way to his knee over his bulging muscles.   His abdomen was as defined as the statue that I was so fast becoming intimately familiar with.   He was not circumcised so I knew that he would swell in me instead of forcing himself into me by using all of my lubrication.   He lay on the low bench and told me to face away from him and sit on his manhood inside of my vagina I would ride him until he came in me and then pull off even if I had not had my orgasm. 

This was the first time I had publicly coupled by mounting a man in front of a large group.   All of the women and all of the men were watching the 3 candidates.   I did as I was told and felt him filling me.   I did not hurt but I did feel him begin to stretch me inside as he went well past my opening to my cervix without going through it.   If I am pregnant, I would still be for now.   I began singing a chant much like the song of the priestess.   Thanking God for this gift of his servant to me and of the fine harvest that may come of his tilling the soil of my fertile valley.

The others were hardly bearing the entry of the manhood into their open and now wounded vagina’s.   One of the women was screaming that she was being split open and was afraid of being ruined for life if she survived.   She was asked if she wished to surrender and after another full penetration started sobbing that she would not go further she just wanted to die in piece or live like a normal woman.   She was helped off and was bleeding with it running down her leg.   I continued my full stroking and felt him begin to cum in me and he just kept shooting.   I felt every drop.   When he stopped I lifted off of him.   I had covered the floor in front of me with my vaginal fluids as I was singing. 

A portion of what he had sent into me dribbled down my leg as I tried to grip it and hold it in.   The other remaining woman had finished about the same time as me and she was willing to continue. 

I asked if I could finish off the man who had split the third woman.   The priestess looked at him and he nodded and laid down for me.   He was circumcised but I had plenty of lubrication and a full cum load to ease things in and sang my chant.   He delivered a second load into my happy vagina.   I climbed off of him and turned around and gave him a full body hug and kiss.   This surprised the others.

It was time for a break and Donna cleaned me where we stood.   She sent some more lubrication into my vagina after she rinsed it out.   Making sure it was filled.   She added a little to my anus as well.   In a few minutes 4 more men were sent out.   These were Nubian s and they were at least as big as the others had been.   They were not circumcised.   I knew the other woman might not make it through this trial.   We were directed to 2 benches.   One of the men that had sided with me lay down as had my 2 other partners.   He directed me to mount him facing him in my vagina.   I had no trouble doing this although he was larger than either of the other men I had taken a few minutes ago. 

The other candidate took hers as well although she grimaced as he swelled in her then settled down. I was making eyes of pleasure at my man.   We were wide open and there were knee pads for the second man to kneel and feed their manhood into our anus.   This was the familiar feeling much like the form of Gabriel and I began the same chant that I had sung as the last 2 men had penetrated me.   I repeated it twice and they had both cum in me. 

The difference between this time and the last was they were holding me for support as they began to shrink.

The other candidate had passed out.   They had not cum in her and she was bleeding.

The Priestess announced that I could skip the last mount since I had already had my 4 men.   I would be permitted to mount Gabriel and sing the song of the Priestess as we would be positioned where I could anoint the rest of the women into their womanhood.

“This celebration had not been done at a crossover in 9 years.” The Priestess announced.

Donna prepared me and I had another yogurt and juice.   I had no idea what time it was and really did not care.   I was charged up as I never had been.   My breasts were starting to get sore and I noticed that they were bigger than they had been yesterday.   Maybe they were swelling a little from the piercing.    I had never been into the piercing scene, but from what I had read it was not unusual.   

I looked at how the crosses were into it and they had small posts through the aureole and the top bottom was fastened to the end of it.   They could be removed and the piercing looked as if it had been cauterized.   They did not hurt at all and seemed quite natural.

I was allowed to socialize for about 20 minutes and many of the women pressed to me and congratulated me.   Many asked how I was able to take the men and was still a virgin less than 2 days ago.   I told them I had been practicing for about a week without piercing my hymen but still stretching every orifice.   I tried to keep a balance on which orifice was being used and did not let any of them get overused.

I noticed that the Gabriel statue had been brought out and unwrapped.   It was held by cables from a structure in the roof of the atrium.   They had positioned it so I could mount it from a step stool like I had used at home on the form on top of a raised courtyard.   The priestesses ushered me to it and assured me that it was fully prepared and tested by both of them.   They told me to mount it in my anus so that I could be in the balanced position.   I told them I had practiced singing the song with a replica. 

I felt the added smoothness and the lubrication as I bent over and slipped it into myself, taking small steps backwards and bending my knees as I mounted it and swung my legs back after I hooked the loop on my collar.   The cables tightened and I heard the opening tune to the song from an organ. 

I looked to my right and there was the organist that had practiced with me a week ago.   I began singing the song strong as I immediately began a huge orgasm spraying the assembly below with my woman juices.   I repeated the song twice and just continued spraying from 50 foot in the air.   As I cupped my breasts and pulled my nipples they even began shooting white milk to everyone below.   I was in heaven.

When I was done with the song the second time they let me down to rejoin the assembly.    All of the women were having one or 2 men and were completely lost in the excitement and the feeling of pure raw sex. 

The Priestesses took me aside and spoke to me about the ceremonies that I would be performing for the next 2 years until I am 18.   I would not be staying at home with my family after this next week.   Donna would be my only familiar face as I toured and performed at all the congregations within the community of the church.   We would be accompanied by male clergy in suits and ties. 

I asked about the nipple piercings and they told me.   “It is something that had always been within the priestess hood.   Many people did not notice it but others that did, knew that whoever had the ornaments was to be respected at as high a level as any of the clergy. 

You are the newest member of the church clergy but you have a standing of at least the level of a bishop.   In the hierarchy of things, your word is beyond reproach.   It is also far above that of any local clergy.   When you turn 18 you will have a status of an archbishop as long as you perform all of the rites and services as you have so far.   Other responsibilities will be added as you develop and grow into them.”

I asked what some of them might be and they told me.

“Anything from now on is to be classified as totally deniable not a word is to be leaked to anyone outside of the inner circle below a bishop.“

I understood. We had reached a conference room and we sat down around a large table. 

“First of all.   Each week you will do up to 14 services of the type you just completed with Gabriel.   You will also select male candidates from the new men in the congregation to be crucified with you in the service.   They will not be nailed to the cross or harmed in any way but they will not be able to couple with women that attend the service after you anoint them.   
Some of them you will cause to be castrated and you will dine on their gonads in front of them before their and your crucifixion.

I asked how and why this was to be.

They replied.   “Sometimes a man is caught molesting or hurting young children sometimes even causing very traumatic and injurious acts either by the civil authorities or church authorities.   Sometimes in order to avoid a lifetime of persecution by the community and long prison sentences with continuous monitoring they are given an option of chemical or actual castration and then only monitoring for maybe a decade or so but not as a violent criminal.   It is then solely for the purpose to determine that they will remain harmless and not revert to artificial means to retain harmful masculine behavior.   They will remain eunuchs for the rest of their lives and not offend or bother anyone. 

The typical method we use is after they have given their full legal consent and it is witnessed by civil authorities.   They are sent to one of the churches that you will be performing at.   Your matron will accompany you for the entire time for the first 2 years.   The candidate will be strapped to a table and he will have his scrotum injected with a local anesthetic.   His manhood will not be affected but he will not feel a thing in his scrotum or the actual operation.   His full attention will be on you.   You will seduce and arouse him in front of the witnesses and congregation.   As you couple with him in your vagina and he cums in you, your matron will open his scrotum and cut and cauterize his tubes with the semen in them, removing the gonads.   She will then hand them to you as he finishes and you will eat them while they dangle by the cord into your mouth as you are still mounted on him, like a grape on a twig.   They may be slightly bloodied but usually they are not.   In actuality they are quite tasty and sweeter than cum without any salt flavor except the blood.   They are almost pure testosterone.   They will then be led to their cross for their crucifixion.   It is very seldom that they ever get any further erection.   The opening is closed immediately and chemically sutured.   By the time they finish the service they have absolutely no interest in any type of sex.”

I asked of the other men that get crucified?

They are volunteers that you select on the Friday and Saturday before the ceremony.    There will be group preselected by the clergy and you must eliminate half of them.   You can select them for desirability or undesirability sometimes we select them because they are handsome and hung or sometimes because they are ugly and we feel sorry for them.   All of them have paid or pledged extra for the honor of being crucified with you. You will have private sex for about an hour or so with each of them in the 2-day decision process.   As always any man within the confines of the church has passed screening for sexually transmitted diseases and aids.   Herpes is considered an STD and anyone that has herpes or any other STD is not allowed to attend any of the services.”

I asked.   “What about this coming week?”

“You will return home and have the final acceptance tomorrow at your congregation.”   The other women from your congregation will be at all of the services and will be coupling with all of the men that they are able to accommodate within the time constraints.   The only one they will miss is the last service of the day.   This is the service that is the public service.   Some nonmembers are able to attend this one.   This is also the one that a lot of families attend with pubescent children.   There is seldom any public sexual display during this one.”

  I was satisfied and asked when we would be going back home?   I would need to digest what I had learned. 

We left the conference room and the rest of the women that would be going with us to our congregation were waiting for us at the Limo.

There were the 6 women that had flown to the crossover and 3 other men that asked us to ignore them.   They were along for the ride and business with our congregation.   They would be checking structure of the buildings this week at the church in advance of some remodeling the central church wanted to do at most of the congregations.   We were in the air for only a few moments when we all fell asleep from nervous exhaustion.   None of us were worried even if the 3 men wanted to rape or use us in any way.   We had survived far more than that in the last days.

We woke when the plane landed somewhat refreshed. The men were still groggy as the door opened and the churchmen ushered us into the waiting limousine. 

The men joined us and said that they had never been with a new Priestess.   They said that they hoped they would see me again at a more opportune time to get to know me better. 

I blushed and told them if they had spoken up I would have been happy to let them get to know me better.   I thanked them for their company on the journey with a kiss as we got out of the car.

The husbands or friends of the matrons were waiting for them as were the parents of we three crossover women.   I introduced Donna to my parents as my matron who would be with me as my assistant for the next 2 years.   I also introduced her husband to them.   I told them all that if she had any luck she would have her first-born child in 9 months. 

She commented that she was about worn out by coupling the last 2 days and asked if she could take it easy tonight.   He hugged her closely and told her that he would wait for her to take him as long as she felt she needed to rest. 

I told them all that I should feel the same way but I would want to do as much tomorrow as I am able to.   I want to keep up on my quota of testosterone.   My breasts were already leaking again and I had fun on the way home in the car squirting Timmy in the mouth from the other seat. 

Mom was surprised that I was lactating so quickly.   I told her that they had given me a hormone to increase the development, flow and volume.   My milk would also act as an aphrodisiac.   Timmy agreed as I had him massage my vagina all the way home as I kept feeding him some milk at 2-foot distance.   I was giving him a massage as well.   

When we got home I gave both Dad and Timmy a full time coupling in the vagina.   They said that I was still a sixteen year old woman and felt real good.   They said that they could get into trouble for having sex with me.   I told them that they wouldn’t have any more trouble than the 205 men that I had intercourse with since Friday.   The only difference is that I loved them as I always had.   The next 2 years would be hard since I would only see them as I passed through.   Mom would be able to go with me as my matron when Donna could not perform her duties if she was pregnant. 

Mom asked about the biggest men that Donna and I had taken.   I told her that they were big but I had 4 of them and Donna had only one.   The ones the matrons and the other crossover women had were smaller than mine and mine were as large as the form of Gabriel.   I thanked them for insisting that I used the vaginal plug to help stretch myself for the week.   It made all the difference in my flexibility for the day.   I showed them what had been done to me as I took my nap. 

I showed them in detail how my vaginal lips and labia had been swollen from an apparent hormone injection to help them grow permanently I hoped.   I also showed them how the jeweled crosses fit in my breasts.   I was able to remove them and put them back in and only just feeling their presence. 

When they were removed the piercings were almost invisible, the tiny holes were positioned and camouflaged by the tiny wrinkles and bumps at the edge of my aureole. 

My dad said. “The nerves must have been desensitized when they did the chemical cauterizing.”

  I told them that the nipples and the outside of my breasts were if anything more sensitive to the touch.   Mother said that that may be from the enhanced milk production.   I gave her a squirt and then the fun started I started squirting them with both breasts until I finally ran low.   It was an aphrodisiac as Mom jumped on Dad and then I pointed Timmy to her opened anus to give a load to.   I went to bed for a good nights sleep.

I was up at sunup and ready to go.   We had breakfast and I refreshed myself and reapplied my jewelry.   Mom offered me the Ivory cape but I declined and walked to the car at the curb by a long route.   I went to each of the next-door neighbors that were out in their yards and the folks across the street giving them hugs before climbing in.   I told mom and dad that they need not be embarrassed because I would be gone for just about all of the 2 years until my 18th birthday after this week.

The news of my appointment had not spread yet when the service started.   It was almost a full auditorium for us returning crossover women.   The other 2 women went down the aisle first and I followed as they reached the front pew.   All eyes were upon me as I walked down the aisle in my gold shoulder gown and the crosses in my breasts.   All of the congregation rose to their feet and turned toward me.   The clergy knelt to me as I walked past the 2 other women.

I stopped between the 4 clergy and turned to face the congregation as they stood with me in the middle.    I raised my hands on both sides and said aloud.

“Thank you for your welcome to my fellow crossover youth and myself after our impregnation.   I am certain that all of you will continue to be so kind to us in the future.   For the first time in nine years our world church has selected a new priestess to help service all of you.   In my short life I have done whatever possible to make this a reality for us.   I have been given the honor of accepting the responsibilities of a Priestess in our world church.   I shall only be here through next Sunday’s services and I will officiate at all 14 of them in the rites of fertility.   The last time these rites were conducted in our church was 8 years ago.   I attended at least 2 of them.   One when I was 7 and another when I was 8 years of age.   I do not remember the one when I was 7 but I do remember some of the one when I was 8.   Some of you remember more than those.   Next week we will celebrate the fertility of our women.   I will be crucified 14 times as a woman before you and I will do it willingly and with great joy.   14 of our men will also be crucified before you all in the name of our glorious God. 

In the next 2 years I will be sacrificed by female crucifixion approximately 1400 times.   I will, as your servant, and a servant of God, will couple with over 20 thousand men.   I will be a stranger in my parental home where up to now I have lived my entire life.   As a child I had stability in my kind and loving parents.   As a young woman I still do.   As a young priestess with huge responsibilities I now have all of you to love and cherish, be it man or woman, child or old and dying. 

Clothed I will be a representative of the church at large and one whose word carries the word of God and the responsibility of all of his peoples.   Dressed as I am now I still carry the responsibilities of the church at large and all of it’s peoples.   As I and my sisters from the crossover are now, we also carry the responsibility of trying to satisfy the lust of any and all of you until the festival of fertility.

Women from all over the congregation burst forth in cheers and began making their way to the altars and shedding their clothes along the way and opening themselves up to all men as they reached them.   I joined them on one of the low benches and began taking the men 2 and three at a time.   All of the men were satiated in about 20 minutes, the collection plates were overflowing.   The service was over. The next one was in 30 minutes.

I would be busy with orientation and membership role review for the rest of the day in an outer office.   Donna and her husband would keep me company along with 4 church elders.

The rest of the women would be excused for the rest of the day and would come into the enclave for evening services after they had begun to reinsert themselves in the daily routine that 16 year old women usually did.   They would still come to services on alternate evenings during the week to service the other members of the congregation with all of the other young women that had not yet become visibly pregnant with their first child.   I would be serving with them except I would be going home only to sleep and wind up any affairs with any of my non-member friends.   The cover would be that I would be going to a private school as college preparation.   I would not be wearing my gown or jewelry while I was away from my non-official duties. 

The last service of the day I attended fully clothed and saw Todd and Ashley as they came forward and went through the pledge for Todd to join the congregation.    He had passed all of his physical tests.

  I was relieved.   All of the services except the last service, it had been announced that next weekend would be “Our Sunday for the celebration of the crucifixion and the virgin’s sacrifice to fertility.”   It had not been done here in 8 years but would happen again for us and would hopefully be the first of many.   All of the services would be closed services to non-members and those members that were pubescent and under 16 years of age.

Ashley was talking to Todd almost continuously after he had done the pledge of membership.   She probably was now telling him of some of the benefits that he had not heard about.   She was also telling him of some of the responsibilities that he may be accepting.

The evening was almost normal at home.   I talked on the telephone with Todd and Ashley for a few minutes but did not tell him of my new status or new responsibilities.   Ashley had told him a little of the men’s crucifixion and thought it might be fun in a voyeuristic exhibitionist kind of way, and asked me what I thought of it and I told him that he would enjoy it.   It would be fun for a change and asked him if Ashley was fun at the prom.   He told me she was grand and had been pursued by nearly half of the guys there.   Some of them had been slapped by their dates after they had mentioned her to them.   She had stayed with him spending the night with him and most of Saturday.   He had never met or heard of a girl that wanted to “Fuck so much”.

I told him that that was not a nice thing to say and what he should have said was, “So liberal with her sexuality and womanhood”.   He agreed. “I deeply appreciate what you did for me at our last meeting and taking Ashley for my replacement.   As you know she is normally my brother’s regular date and she has responsibilities to him as well so don’t be jealous if she cannot go with you at any time.

He assured me that he was cool with that and he had already told him that they had already arranged to introduce him to another girl if I was going to be gone away to school. One of them was one that had gone to the same crossover retreat that I had gone to.

I asked him which girl.   “Midge or Beth?”   

He did not know, but I told him that either one of them were absolute dolls.   He thanked me for the recommendation and asked why I was not jealous or anything?

I said that I was but I knew that anything that he may do with them was with my permission and the permission was mutual with regard to our dealings with the opposite sex for whatever reason. 

I told him that prior to the celebration of the crucifixion, if he is approved by the council and referred to the new Priestess.   The new Priestess would introduce herself to him on Friday or Saturday. By the time she was done with him he would be very happy to do the ceremony with her.   We talked for a little longer and finished.

Monday afternoon I was at church and was wearing a business suit that had been tailored for me to wear when we were visited by a policemen and another man that I found to be a judge.   They were apparently surprised to see a young woman looking back at them when they were introduced to me.

They got down to business quickly.   They said that they had 3 men that had been convicted in the last few months that had insisted upon castration within the church.   I looked a little surprised but tried to not show it.   They continued.

“They have passed all of the medical tests that your church requires.   They have been isolated in a quarantine cell since.   We only have one quarantine cell and it is now full.   They have only one option to your services and that is chemical castration.   They have declared that they will commit suicide if they are released into a public convict population and the security required would be extraordinarily high.

I asked for the records of the men and reviewed them.   They were singularly a somewhat perverted bunch.   They had all been convicted of rapes and pornographic films and literature distribution of underage prepubescent girls.   All had damaged the young girls womanhood for future genital reproduction.   The girls had been reconstructed and would bear the physical and mental scars for the rest of their lives.   None of these men had ever been married.   This made me angry. 

I told them that I would be available for the procedure and do my duty to them.   They would not however be displayed in front of the congregation unless that was a requirement and it was with my express permission and that of the congregation.   They would go through ceremonial crucifixion within minutes after it was done and they were drained of any fluids that may stimulate them.

I would interview them on Wednesday afternoon. 

After they were interviewed I would determine if they would be accepted or sent for chemical castration or incarceration.   If I accept them for public castration, I will perform the procedure, castrating them on the morning of their crucifixion.   If I do not do the public castration and do not recommend that they be chemically castrated or released to the general prison population, I will do the procedure at the conclusion of their interview.   They will be returned with an expressed recommendation for a reduced sentence.

The judge was surprised at my frankness and conduct during their presentation.   I felt aloof of most of the proceedings but tied in some way with everything I heard, said and asked.    I was wondering exactly how gonads tasted.

The council and I reviewed the candidates from the member crucifixions and they had reduced the number to 28.   I told them I would make my final selection by Saturday evening.

Tuesday I was doing my duties as a young crossover woman all day.   Donna was assisting and we were both taking turns helping keep each other cleaned out and presentable.   Neither of us were using our gowns but wore earrings in our ears for our only ornamentation. At different times we were rather busy and had occasional multiple penetrations going.   Some times it was just a train and had one at a time for 3 men in a row, we would take a short break and continue.   On this day we each had 120 men cum in each of us.   There were 25 women doing the servicing.   Most of them would be saving up for Sunday.

I was at church before noon and had my daily conference with the council.    I was wearing my gown and they stayed in their suits.   Most of them were beyond 70 years old so they probably did not want to be serviced and did not ask but they enjoyed seeing me this way so I amused them by doing it. 

After lunch I began my interviews.   The men were brought into the church in a group with a guard.   They were detained in a side room off the entrance.   One by one they were led by 2 selectmen to my chamber.

With the selectmen still there I asked that the prisoners have their clothes and cuffs removed by the selectmen.   When this was done and it was determined that they had no weapons of any kind I asked the selectmen leave the room.   I knew that the interview was being monitored by 4 hidden cameras.   The selectmen would be just outside the door watching.

The first man was very aroused but was courteous and stood as I sat before the man on a stool.   This was the only furniture in the room except a little stand for the folder that I was looking through.   I asked what I could do for him. 

He confessed that he was sorry for what he had done to the little girl and said that he had done similar things with a few older girls in the year before she was hurt and felt very bad at the result. 

“I should die for what harm I did to the girl.   I am terrified at what might happen if I am put with a general prison population.    I would be subjected to rape by the more senior and stronger prisoners.   I cannot bare the thought of having my ass torn by them on a continuous basis because of me doing it to that little girl. 

I asked him why he thought that would be wrong to do that to him?   He said

It would wrong for any man to do it to any other man.

I asked him if it would be acceptable for the prisoners to do the act with a woman or a eunuch? 

He hesitated for a moment and said,

It would be.

I told him.   “In the last week both of us ladies have coupled with over 50 men in our anus and with over 200 men in all.   I have found it quite pleasant for one.   You have consented to be made a eunuch.   To be castrated in a public display as your scrotum is cut, your gonads removed and eaten in front of you, then possibly put on a cross and be made a cuckold by both men and women in public in a church as part of a ceremony.   You will then settle into a job of some sort and either work at that job or do menial tasks at the church everyday for the rest of your life since you will have no further interest or inclination in any sexual act what so ever?”

He replied,

“You put it in a slightly different light than I thought it might be.   I began reading in the bible after I was caught and read 3 different versions while I had my trial and since my conviction. When I discovered that I might gain release after castration or a greatly reduced sentence and my choice would be either physical castration, chemical castration and release after a few days instead of a couple of decades.   I decided that merely having them removed would be the better choice.   I had not thought of the possibility of the public ridicule that might be involved.   I thought that it would happen and that would be it.   I would be able to continue a fairly normal life like after a vasectomy.”

“Castration is not a vasectomy!   No woman would accept any man that would never be able to get aroused at her.” I told him as I held his hard member in my hand.   I was also holding his hands to my breast.   “Have you ever been to a service in our church?   As a child or an adult?”

He admitted that he had not. 

“Would you still like to be castrated today by me while we have sex and then return to the jail under escort for a recovery period of 4 days then return to the general population for a few weeks then released?   In either case you will not see either of us again except by accident.   I will drain all of your cum into my vagina in the best sex you have ever had and be assisted by my matron.   It will be up to you.   If you do not wish this you will be returned to the jail and you can have a chemical castration or serve your full sentence.” 

He positively turned gray at the choice.   “Let’s do it now!”   He gave me a squeeze as I felt his other hand part my vagina and begin rubbing my clit.   I looked to Donna and she opened the side door and I took him into our room with the table.    His hands and feet were strapped solid.   And Donna put on latex gloves.    He was about 7 inches long and I told him I would give him some enhancement to make him feel better and last longer.   Donna rubbed some topical anesthetic on his testis for her preparation.   The procedure would take about 20 minutes for the organs to be completely numb.   Meanwhile I loosened his restraints to allow him to roam his hands.   I then asked if he would like a little oral sex with me. 

He asked if he could lick me for a bit. 

I told him that we could do it in either position with me on top or him in a 69.   His injection was working and he was up to 9 inches.   I took the top.   He loved my clit and fingered my vagina continuously.   He even licked my aromatic and flavored anus.    He was nearly ready to cum when I told him that he might do me in the anus before he took me in the vagina.   He just got inside when he stroked me again and came pouring a fair volume into me.   He was surprised that he did not shrink as I continued to work on him. 

Donna added a little more numbing agent to him and we were almost ready. 

I shot some milk into his mouth an he almost went crazy as I switched to my vagina and began milking his cock continuing to feed him a snack as I bounced away. 

Donna had again fastened his feet apart and he hardly noticed.   As he was nearly delirious I snapped one hand and then the other into the cuffs at the side of his head and he started to get ready to give me his final load. 

I gave him some more of my milk.   He swelled some more as I felt Donna working on him.   I felt a tiny bit of tugging as he started to cum in me.   First on one side them the other as I gently brought him to full release.   As he finished I felt a tap on my shoulder.   It was one of his gonads with the tube attached tied in a knot.   He opened his eyes and then they got big.   I looked up and dropped the first one into my mouth and sucked the tube like spaghetti.   He started to move but gave one more squirt as I munched on it.   The priestesses were right about the flavor. 

He began to cry as tears welled up and Donna handed me the second one.   “That one was for Lisa.   And the next is for the other girls you hurt.   If you had one for each of them I would relish each and every one of them.”   He was shrinking fast.

When I climbed off he was down to no more than 2 inches in length and was almost hidden in his now tiny sac.   Donna had done a nice job in sealing him up.   There was not a drop of blood spilled. 

We called the selectmen and they supervised him getting dressed.   They would take him to another room to sleep for about 4 hours before being returned to jail.   I dictated my report for the judgment and recommendations.

The next man had been a childhood member of the church and had quit after his then girl friend had come back after her crossover weekend.   He had not been a consistent member and was very put off at her now inattention to his sexual needs even though he was getting sex more often than he had been getting   the month before her crossover. 

He was also having sex with many other women.   He became jealous and had left the church and had begun to stalk other girls in the pubescent ages and below 16. 

Finally he had begun raping a couple of the girls at the local middle school.   Not all of them reported the crime but when they did he was identified and summarily convicted.   When he was convicted but before the judge issued his sentence he asked for castration on religious grounds.   He had been 25 when this happened.

The selectmen ushered him in and stripped him as I had instructed, leaving us.   We went over the crime he had committed and I asked him why he had asked for me to castrate him and make him a eunuch?

He told me.   Without me touching him that he was truly sorry for what he had done and the harm that he had done to several of the young girls and even the girl that was 8 when he had grabbed her, nearly killed her and left her for dead.   He rightly deserved to be emasculated for doing it.   He had received a comfortable inheritance and he wished to devote the rest of his life to the church in an effort to find redemption.

He was very aroused and started looking a bit uncomfortable with our being mutually nude before each other. 

I told him to relax.   “I would allow you to begin serving this weekend, beginning with being sacrificed on the cross after being castrated before the congregation.   Meanwhile I will give you relief until that time once a day.   You will remain under house arrest until that time.   This is something you will miss after Sunday morning but you will be able to observe the act between consenting adults as long as you are serving your God.”   I took both of his hands and placed them on my breasts and gave him a hug with a kiss. 

Donna and I led him into a room opposite the operating room.   I asked him if he wished to take me from the bottom or on top or from the rear.   He asked to start doggy style.   I knelt on the cushioned bench and opened for him.   Donna watched.   In a few minutes we switched and he took the bottom and I began giving him some milk since I had plenty and he was enjoying immensely when he came in me.   He was well endowed but nothing extraordinary.   When we were finished, I told him that we would also have a volunteer take care of him in addition to me while he stayed with us.   We called in the selectmen and I dictated another report as they left.

The next man had the same fate as the first one with the same result.   The judge called back when he received the reports and complemented me on my findings. 

I told him that I enjoyed the sentence.   I did not elaborate.

Thursday was another service day and we were down to only about 20 women but it was more than adequate since I only had about a dozen men in the morning and I took the rest of the day off along with several of the other women.   Ashley was one of them.   We left the church in summer dresses since I was off duty until tomorrow and was not wearing my gown. 

That afternoon we met with Timmy and Todd and had a date at her parent’s house.    They had left for the evening and knew what we were up to.   Todd still did not know my official status and he would not know until Saturday afternoon.   Midge rang the doorbell at 8:00 after we had had our 4th round of sex.   Ashley and I introduced her to Todd.   We were all nude at the time and I told him that I wished him a wonderful relationship.   I was able to leave after the next round.

Friday morning I met with the council again and told them that I was satisfied with only having one of the castrated prisoners taking place in the service.   It will be at the first service after the young women that had their crossover come into the sanctuary and are introduced, and the first thing after the incoming procession. 

He will be stripped in the front and strapped to the sacrificial table and it will be mounted at an incline where he will be fully visible to the congregation as he is cut.   The table will rotate so the congregation can watch me consume his gonads in front of him.   The young women who had not yet had their first borne child and not yet visibly pregnant would be at their stations during the procedure and will be able to watch as well.   When I am finished, Gabriel will capture me and lift me from him taking me aloft for my song as he is being mounted on the cross by the soldiers, supported not only by bindings to the cross on his wrists, not his shoulders, and by a shaft in his anus that will be prepared for him as part of his sentence.   He will have no foot support.   His feet will be bound together and tied by a tether to the cross.   Once he is mounted and the soldiers move away.   I will begin the fertility rites.

The council said that was pretty cruel and I replied.   “It was only a minor thing compared to the cruel act he committed to one of the young girls in our community.   She may not have been a member but if she had been in all probability would never go through her crossover.   She was painfully maimed for life and still suffers every hour that she is awake.   She will never enjoy a man’s love or an orgasm.   She will never have a child of her own.   Hers is a life sentence of pain and agony.”

They all nodded in agreement.

I would suggest that her and her parents be allowed to attend the service even if they might not be members.   They would not need to participate but would be informed and allowed if they are checked and found to be disease free.   The girl, if she wishes, will have the honor of consuming the second gonad even if she might have some disease that would block her from membership. 

This startled the council at first but they agreed.   The family would be informed of the proceedings they would be allowed to participate in.

I interviewed the candidates and I needed to reduce 28 down to 13 since I had one that would be the prisoner.   Out of 15 I picked 6.   The others were not top physical specimen representatives of young or even middle aged manhood.   I did spend at least an hour with each one.   When they left they were completely drained. 

Saturday, I started at 7:00 AM and asked the office to allow the organist to go through one practice with me at noon.   He showed up on time. I was running late.   One of the candidates was rather large and was very virile.    In one hour he had cum in me 8 times and he must have been at least 14 inches long.   I kept pumping him and feeding him my milk.   It was an hour and a half before he finally got soft.   I told him that I would be unprepared tomorrow for him to be crucified.   Because I had to empty him fully before he was crucified the service would be over by the time we were done.   I told him to come to the Tuesday and Thursday gatherings if he needed more relief.

I prepared myself and mounted the now familiar staff and was hoisted over the altars.   I was very excited at the feelings that I was having.   I was disappointed that there were not more people in the church and none on the altars as of yet. 

On cue when the music started and I opened my mouth I was consumed with a wondrous feeling of exhilaration and began spraying a fog of vaginal fluids. 

I kept singing as I was spraying my milk simply from grasping my breasts as I was singing.   I repeated the complete song 4 times before I finally was able to reduce myself to coming down from my orgasm. 

The Organist was clapping and two people in the rear of the church had joined him they were a very old couple and had said that the performance was far better than any they had ever seen.   I asked them how many times they had seen it performed.   The lady pulled back her shawl and exposed a jeweled Priestess gown and the crosses in her breasts and said that she had retired at the age of 60 and that was over 20 years ago. 

I have performed it for 300 times until my rectum had to be reconstructed.   I slipped during my final performance and had to be removed from the staff by an emergency medical team.    After that I have come to most of the ones that the Priestesses perform.

I thanked her for coming to this one and asked if they were going to come to any of the services on Sunday? 

They said they would be at the first and the last one to hear me.   They would not be participating because they were beyond the age that the aura of the fertility rites would have any effect on them. 

I gave them both a hug and welcomed them now in case I did not see them later.

The next 3 men I accepted, since they were fine specimens were well qualified to be symbolically crucified.   Todd was next and I had one place left with 2 candidates. 

Todd was ushered into my office as I stood in the middle and Donna was at my right and behind me.   He still had his clothes on as all of the candidates had before.   When he saw me I could have knocked him over with a feather. 

“Mary!   You are the new priestess?   The others had said that the new priestess was extraordinary but I never dreamed it would be you.” 

He said gasping.

“Yes Todd.   I am.   This why I will be gone for the next 2 years and out of contact except by E-mail and possibly letters.   It is also one of the reasons that I have so casually passed you off to other young women that I know would be able to satisfy your desire for me or someone like me. 

Without knowing this but conforming to wishes of retaining my precious virginity for as long as I did instead of giving myself to you is one of the prime reasons that I have survived to be where I am now.   For you I am fully grateful.   Now! If you wish to couple with me both here and now casually and then tomorrow afternoon in front of the congregation before you are ceremonially crucified for an hour while everyone else is coupling in a mass orgy around you, and you full of and drenched in the ultimate aphrodisiac with no place to put your seed.   We will make it so. 

Of course if you wish you can participate in any or other of the services if you wish but I would suggest that it not be one within the last 4 hours.   There will be only one castration and that one will be the first man of the day.   He is a pervert and child molester and he has volunteered to be subjected to it in public as part of the service.   I would not suggest that you go to that one.”   I directed him to remove his clothes and he let me lead him to a bench.   

He knelt before me and told me that he had always loved only me.   He would work his frustrations out on the women he had had been provided with and if he could would even have enhancements for the time when I might come back and choose him for my permanent partner even if he had to share me with untold numbers of men.   Until then he would do whatever I asked or commanded of him.

“Share some of your seed with me now and tomorrow and wish me your luck Todd.”   With that he kissed my lips, vagina and anus slipping a tongue in me and rose and began gently slipping his manhood into me.   Never had I been coupled so romantically.   He came and came as I fed him milk from my very prolific breasts.   I told him that he might be cumming in me when Gabriel takes me on his staff during the ceremony.   If he is he will be coming into nothing for the next hour.

He said. 

“I will always be cumming into you even if it is another woman.”

The next man was a good one but he was not heartbroken with not being selected.

I went home to bed early and slept well for the night.   I was awake as the sun started to lighten the morning sky.   I freshened up in my bathroom and thought,   “This the last time for a long time that I will use this room.” I was almost sad.

Father drove me to church with Mom, Timmy and Ashley.   We were all in our gowns and nothing else.   Timmy had on a soldier’s cape that he would wear for the morning services.   Father had on a plain ivory one that many of the men wore for the services to service the women.

The service went as planned and my part began after about 10 minutes.   The youngest women from the crossover weekend were ushered in and they were introduced to the congregation.   There were 4 of them.   They took their places on the altars in front.   The rest of the young women took their places behind them.   All remained standing. 

I walked down the aisle and the congregation stood where they were I sang my introduction and announced that we would have a guest family with us today.   “They will be here as observers for the castration of a man that was at one time a member of our congregation.   He began committing crimes against young children and was caught and convicted.   Since it is allowed for us to do human castration for a religious ceremony as it is in many other churches of the world for crimes against humanity, it shall be done.   He will also be sacrificed by crucifixion in a manner deemed appropriate for the severity of his crimes.   May the prisoner come forth!”

He was escorted down the aisle by 4 select men in suits.   I directed them to strip him and bind him to the altar that was tilted.    He was bound and I sang a chant for strength and forgiveness from God.   I also asked the young girl in the wheel chair to come forward and identify the man as her attacker.

She was about 15 or so and she had one leg as her pelvis was missing on one side.   She was confined to a wheel chair and was unable to stand even with crutches.   She was nearly in tears as she said, screaming. 

“I will always remember this man who tore me in two and left me for dead that night.

I told the man.   “I will give you your last coupling now.” 

He was aroused as he had been given an injection to stimulate his growth and his own desire to an unreasonable level. 

I went to the altar and put my feet in the footsteps where I straddled his manhood, bent and began coupling with him as he bucked back Donna prepared her knife and surgical chemical sutures.   Since he had already been prepared with the local anesthetic.   He was ready as soon as I mounted him. 

It was only about a half minute until I felt Donna preparing to cut him and the man began his final swell as his cum started to flow. 

He was just finishing as Donna handed me the first gonad and the altar turned sideways.   I took the gonad and teased him with it before taking it in my mouth and chewing on it before swallowing.   The girl was excited at seeing this.   I handed the second to her and she did the same thing.   The man was having second thoughts.   Donna moved and I told him “You asked for it.”

I felt the staff of Gabriel at my anus as the ceremonial soldiers surrounded us.   I arose and he fell out already getting small. I slipped onto the huge cock and felt very exhilarated coupling the collar as I finished mounting and straightened my legs.   I watched while I was rising over the altars when the man was crucified as I had instructed him to be. 

He was furious.   He was also very limp and shrinking fast.   In fact, I was surprised since his manhood was now nearly gone as his prostrate was being crushed by the appendage in his anus.   When he was released he would sleep for 48 hours.

I began my song and as usual I began a very long and outrageous orgasm.   All of the women available were taking whatever man could take them.   The girl’s parents were even taking part.    They had been cleared but did not think they would ever be comfortable sharing sex in public.   Even the girl had oral sex with several men. 

Everyone had settled down as the service was timed to be over and left peacefully.   The girl and their parents thanked me for helping them and recognizing that they had needed closure.   The girl could find at least a partial outlet for her wild hormones that had wracked her since she had been raped and mutilated.   They would be back.

I told them that they would need to be indoctrinated and go through a crossover weekend as a matron as all of the 16 year old women in the church do along with the other adults that join.

The mother said that any crossover weekend would be fine since all of the young girls went through it even though her daughter could not.   I suggested she contact my mother as a sponsor to help her prepare.   She said she would.

The rest of the fertility festivals went very smoothly for the rest of the day.   There was no controversy and I recognized many of the men coming in 3 and 4 times.   I was prepared for all that I had and almost wished for more but I figured that would come with time.

Todd performed splendidly and was still cumming as I mounted Gabriel.    He saw me taking the angel and he did not stop as long as long as I was over him on the cross.    Of course as with the rest of the crucifers except the first one he retained his manhood and had foot support.   I was his only love that day.

Donna traveled with me for the first 4 months as I traveled to another church around the country, each week, and conducted the Fertility rituals.   She was beginning to be visibly pregnant and asked to be replaced.   I selected from young adult candidate matrons that were regular teachers so that I could continue my studies for a secular diploma.   I never became visibly pregnant and apparently miscarried before my implant began working on me.   I had been coupled and had my womb and cervix stretched from the very beginning.   Apparently my eggs never settled down long enough after impregnation to stick.   I had been given the abortion treatment by natural means.

I never had realized just how many men were being convicted and incarcerated for overt cruelty to children.   Many had rushed to the church for absolution but I only allowed at most 2 a week to find shelter in the church after their public castration.   Some weeks none of them were allowed.   And some weeks none asked after word got around that they would pay for their transgressions if they asked me for penitence.   Those men that were truly repentant asked to be a personal servant to me for the rest of their lives but I was able to direct them to the needs of the church congregations and those that they had harmed.

As I traveled I also found young men that were truly gifted and asked them to be attendants at the crossover retreat centers.   The church had 5 of them in North America and 3 in Europe.   We were building 2 in South America and several had been established on other continents as well.    Some of these exchanged men on a 6 month basis for those that stayed with the program as seminarians for a 6 year period.   Only a very small number ever completed the program to be graduated into the hierarchy of the church.

It was just about 1 year into my service when I received word that another young woman had been found and had qualified as a priestess within my geographical circuit.   She was a younger sister of Ashley’s.   I had met with her as I had finished my first tour of North America, shortly after she had her crossover. 

She looked like her older sister.   She had been given some coaching from both her mother and her sister and had held off having sex in her vagina as she had wanted to for over a month before her sixteenth birthday. 

She had been told rather forcefully of some of the things she could be doing either with or without being a priestess after the crossover.   She had taken to the vaginal plug and had been told of the reasons since she wanted to follow in my footsteps and changed her directions. 

She had made up her mind previously to run away and join a brothel or something else because she wanted to have sex so badly.   There were a lot of boys that were willing to help her and she had been diverted only by a matter of minutes when she had been discovered by her sister in her bedroom getting ready to have sex with a school friend.

She was somewhat uncomfortable with the concept of castrating men while having sex with them then devouring their gonads while still coupled to them as they were shooting the last of their cum into her even though she had done it twice so far. 

I went over with her the precepts for doing just that and then she knew that it was as much a lesson for the rest of the congregation as part of the punishment for the man.   No man who had ever seen the act would ever have any desire to do what the men had done to deserve the punishment enacted on them.   I also went over the policies that I had set down on which ones was deserving of the public castration. 

First, they had to be well healed and have enough wealth that was in their name to support themselves in a survivor mode or better.   This could be parental wealth or personal.   If they were released with this wealth after castration they could be reconstructed and afford testosterone treatments and return to their old haunts with a vengeance.   All of their wealth had to be converted to control of the church and leave the individual and his family basically penniless. 

That individual would be put to task within the church occupying his time and energies to church business and be put on a stipend that would only supply very basic housing, simple food and carefully controlled medical care.   They would have close monitoring for at least 5 years and once they were fully stabilized within 6 months.   They would be further suppressed sexually to insure that they would never again be capable of taking part in any crime of a similar nature again. 

Those men that were not capable of immediately purchasing their way out of the penal system through the church would be returned to the penal system after castration for at least 2 years.   In all cases they may or may not last that long and would be totally emasculated by the other prisoners and would never again be a threat.

She was much happier after we had talked.   She said Todd was still quite true to me and had insisted that Midge had another man as her regular lover and husband after she had her child. 

They would still get together with her sister at least once a week to keep him viable.   He had been taking some enhancements so he would be able to make me happy once I finished my two year service contract.   He was going to college and would be there to aid me as I was able to attend.

I arranged for him to go to one of the crossover retreats for a weekend on holidays so he could have some of the training and even some more enhancements.   From his E-mails he was happy at the invitation.

None of the matrons stayed with me for more than 4 months because all of them had been impregnated at their crossover.

The church was growing bigger because of the pregnant women.   I received my Diploma from High school in one year.   It was a year earlier than I planned.   I walked through the ceremony with the others that had been in the class ahead of me.   I was clothed and very few of them knew of my status within the church.

One more year and I would reduce my workload to 2 days a week.   But first I needed to do something for the young women that would come after me.   I made a phone call to a number that I had received from one of the other girls at the graduation ceremony that had dated Todd on a couple of occasions and seemed to know some of what I had been going through for the last year. 

By this time I had settled in with a matron that had not become pregnant.   She was a practicing school teacher until her and her husband had joined a sister congregation to my home church.   She had faithfully followed her weekly joining at her home church after her crossover until I had needed another young woman to work with me as an assistant.   She had worked with me to get my diploma.   She also helped me work out some things with myself and our workload of the fertility festivals and the weekly couplings of myself and the other young women in other congregations.   Her name was Tracy. 

Tracy was a woman of some contradictions and I made certain that she knew that when I acknowledged them.   I saw some of them that might appear to be drastically awry of many of the teachings that I had taken to be those of the church but found that the teachings of the church was directly different to many of the teachings on the same subjects and topics of other mainstream churches that I believed were of the same thing.   Many of them were drastically different.

The teachings that all the young women of the church were to automatically submit themselves to sexual exploitation of all the male members of the church from the time of their 16th birthday until they at least had their first born child, I found to be a rather drastic departure from all of the rest of the churches with minor exceptions. 

Any deviations from a single minded pursuit of getting pregnant here were looked at with basic distaste and immediate ostracism.   Even though I was submitting myself to an average of 200 men per week with the weekly fertility festival of mounting myself anally on an oversized cock statue and singing while completely naked in front of nearly 600 people at a time.   I found after a while to be a bit much and not nearly as enjoyable as when I first accomplished the challenge.   

About once a month we would go to one of the retreat centers and officiate a little and enjoy the fruits of the best endowed men and later talking with the inner circle of the church and discussing some church business and literally begging for them to take me in any manner they wished to.   At Tracy’s prompting I asked them to allow me to try some of the other sexual deviations they did not allow the other women to indulge.   The purpose was to try them as I saw fit for the purpose of making them part of the progression for the young priestess as a limiting test to limit the number to no more than 1 per week. 

They asked what it might be?   “Bestiality!”   This could be set up at 2 levels.   The beginning would be one that many sectarian deviants practice.   With the larger dogs.   The higher level with one that used to be practiced by one of the Catholic houses and that would be with Horses or ponies.”

This caused quite a stir.   Before it got out of hand I spoke up.   Either of these I would volunteer to at least try to evaluate.   I know the coupling with dogs would be no more than with some of the men that are quite ordinary except for the fact that act of coupling is usually on the order of 20 minutes to a half hour or so because the animal would be locked into me for that period of time.   In any case it would only be a prelude for a stallion.   They are from 5 minutes like most men to many hours if they receive injections.   Their size is no larger than the biggest men that we have for all of the women in their crossover.   They are, however, usually longer in their size and capable of a fatal thrust.   I am certain that I could come up with a suitable place that would be available for me to experiment with this to bring it to a level we could use it for a trial.   As you know I have taken Gabriel’s staff in my anus well over 700 times in this last year.   His appendage is about the same size as the size of horse I have in mind.”

This was beginning to draw some agreement from the group.   Finally it was decided that I would be able to draw from 2 of them as witnesses to my acts and support.   Tracy and I were given 3 months to test my ability to successfully accommodate a horse for a prolonged period of time up to 24 hours.   Then I would have another year to successfully become pregnant by a man.   In the end I must be able to deliver the child before beginning my college education. 

Tracy and I began our journey into bestiality.   We looked for nearly a week before we found a couple of links on the Internet to actual “legitimate” sites that could accommodate us.   One had several interesting possibilities.   It was located only about a hundred miles from our western crossover center.   A physician was available and several practicing women were running the operation.   It was purely secular but several references were quoted as biblical in nature.   Contact was made. 

After communicating via e-mail and telephone for about a week and no bazaar tracings were found, we made reservations.   When we arrived we were greeted without any ceremony but with complete personal respect.   No titles or bible quotes were offered or exchanged. 

We were asked for our medical clearances that had been requested including a waver declaring that none of us had sexual contact outside of our group for the last 2 weeks.   We had complied with this last since they were making certain that none of us had or were carrying any sexually transmitted diseases.   We were examined and blood tests taken for additional screening.   The fact that many of the people that welcomed us and we spoke with were nude and once it was explained to us that clothing was basically optional throughout the area and any jewelry was also completely optional and utilitarian as well.   

The woman who seemed to be in charge was only a year or 2 my senior and I found that I liked her quite well and respected her for what she was doing with the others.   Her name was Paula. 

After the basic formalities she showed me around the grounds and facilities.   They had a large modern horse barn that was nearly as comfortable and sanitary (to someone that was not used to such a thing) as a hospital or a dairy. 

I saw a couple of women coupled to horses riding from and to the corral and a trail system that went how far I do not know.   There were 2 types of mounts for the women.   One of them left the women in a sling on her back but she was able to control at least some of the depth of penetration of the horse in their vagina.   The other harness suspended the woman on her stomach with her knee’s apart and supported.   Her breasts hanging down with her head tilted back like a cyclist riding beneath the horse.   She was supported on her chest by a sling that gave her support and nearly complete control of every aspect of the coupling and the horse.

I told her that I wanted to try that method but she told us that all of the women needed to try the other first until they had enough control of themselves to use the more advanced sling.   The “belly up” method of riding was nearly the same type that had been developed over several centuries by the Belly riders in South America until the early 50’s and the Sisters of Mary Magdalene from biblical times up until about the same time. 

“The 'doggy style' of belly riding had been developed by the women in the company to enable the women more complete control of the penetration of the horse and to accommodate them for at least as long as the previous style but did not require an accomplice to service the woman or for control of the animal.   She could do her own personal servicing and could even couple and uncouple to allow herself and the horse to urinate as necessary.   This allowed longer coupling while cutting down on hallucinations from dehydration and complications from bursting bladders.   Many of the women did not care if a stallion urinated in their vagina although it was not really recommended that they do it.   If they did they would be definitely cleaned out of any eggs for at least a month and if there were any previously fertilized in their womb they would be flushed out. 

I asked to watch as a couple of women mounted their horses.   One of the women that was one of those that operated the “Farm” named Bonnie., drew up a fresh stallion and put on a belly up sling.   She said that she would prepare it for me for when she was done with the demonstration.   She lubricated herself and crawled underneath the horse into the sling.   She turned over and slipped her legs into the leg stirrups and was just able to slip herself onto the already growing horse, with some help.   The mound in her belly showed the penetration at about 12 inches into her vagina and womb. 

Paula brought out another stallion and mounted a doggy style harness to him.   She gave herself some lubrication and lay under the horse.   She attached the reins to her nipple rings and rolled with her legs in the air underneath the horse and impaled herself on the cock while standing on her shoulders.   She pushed up and tucked her legs into the stirrups and then tucked up into the forward sling and pulled herself into position.   She was taking at least 18 inches into her vagina at the deepest.   When she settled in he was about 13 inches inside her.   She was able to move back and forth on the horse at will.   She told us that while she was mounted the horse could be enhanced to get bigger around and lock into her for longer periods of time up to several days or to produce larger amounts of cum for up to a day at a time.   This would enable her to receive tremendous amounts of testosterone into either her vagina or her anus. 

I asked her how much semen had she taken into her anus and she said they had harvested up to 3 quarts at a time.   She always cleans out her large intestine with a liberal enema at least once a day if she is to be riding with a cock in either orifice. 

I asked Bonnie if I could mount her horse now.   I was already leaking fiercely.   Tracy and I helped her out of the harness and I took her place after applying a fresh helping of the gel lubricant to myself. 

The horse smelled a little different than I thought it would.   It was not unpleasant, just different and musky.   As I positioned myself in the harness I gained a new respect for the women that had done this before.   I had always welcomed and taken the staff of Gabriel into my anus but this was a warm and live animal that I was taking into my vagina.

When he came into me he would fill me to overflowing and I would undoubtedly spray and overflow onto the ground as I would be having an immense orgasm.

I was not disappointed.   I did not wait for the horse to fill me.   I had several orgasms before I even started to move.   Tracy was leading me around the corral when I finally started to calm down a little.   I was still higher that a druggie on a trip.   The horse was gently stroking me and I could see the end pressing my stomach as he stroked to my rib cage and back to just inside my lips.   He was through my cervix and stretching my womb.   I came 3 more times before the stallion began to release his semen into me filling everything inside to overflowing.   I came around from blacking out from the most intense orgasm that I had ever had.   We were back at the stall.   The others helped me out of the sling.   I had been in it for an hour but time meant nothing to me while I was in it.   As far as I was concerned I felt like it was no longer than a minute or could have been forever.

Paula was absolutely right when she said that I would need to spend some time in the belly up harness before I would be able to handle the doggy style.   Tracy was next and another stallion was brought out for her.   Bonnie and Paula would help her.   We took it easy the rest of the day. 

We found that many of the women were lactating even if they had never borne a child.   Paula had breast pumps for us to use and told us that we could donate our milk for use by women that could not give milk for their offspring or for processing as a dessert for the clients at the farm.    We told them that we would liked the idea of the dessert but if there was an especially large need for human milk to feed children nearby that is where it should go.    The breast pumps were available for use while dining and attached to the bottom of the table.   They were harvested and sanitized after each meal and the containers were taken to the designated use.

Our 2 bishops had drained themselves without even touching themselves as they watched.   One day and we had already accomplished what the inner circle said would take 3 months but we were not yet done.   I had already quit taking the birth control implants. 

The next morning both Tracy and I took the bishops so they would be drained before going to have breakfast with the rest of the guests.   Of course a special yogurt was the specialty for the women.   It was especially tasty.   Paula told Tracy and I that it contained fresh horse cum beside the ground fruit.   We did not tell the bishops about the addition.   They sampled it and said it was delicious.

The facilities provided for enemas was not private in any way shape or form.   It was allowed for both men and women since some of the client men wished to ride with their wives with the doggy style harness.   Tracy and I offered to help the bishops with the process and they declined doing any of it.   We even offered to couple with them while they were being evacuated but they still declined.

Tracy and I learned how to mount the harness on the stallions and all of the adjustments.   The Farm had a couple of men to lead us around today.   They wore leggings but left their rear cheeks and manhood exposed for us to focus on if necessary.   We had 1 hour in the saddle yesterday but we needed at least 3 hours before we could try to mount the doggy style harness.   Today we had little problem, we did orgasm within a couple of minutes after mounting but we were able to come down to an exhilarated level and maintain ourselves until the horse came and then we did not go over the edge and maintained some level of alertness.   By the end we were both able to have some control over the horse and were even able to guide the horse where we wanted to go.   After a 3-hour trip today we were ready to try the other harness. 

The bishops were getting a little nervous about our successes in our endeavor and reminded us that we were still acting under the orders of the inner council even though we were registered as spouses of the 2 of them. 

I acknowledged this with them in private but told them that either of us under the arrangements we had made here to do exactly what we had agreed to accomplish.   The time that would be needed to do what we had agreed to do was reasonable.   The initial coupling with the horses was only a minor part of what the 2 of us would finish doing with a prolonged coupling.   The earlier Priestesses with the 12-14 hour coupling with the statue was not out of line with what was expected of us in the past and now this with a real live coupling with a live male regardless of species was not in itself that much different.   The hormonal things that we were doing would be far more healthful to a priestess or any woman than simply being repeatedly impaled with an Icon in the church in our anal canals until an unfortunate slip where we would need to be reconstructed.   In both cases it could be fatal to us. 

“Now is it not more exciting for you to watch us being mounted on a horse than on a lifeless statue?”   I asked.

They both agreed.

“In the morning we will both be mounted on stallions with the stallions fully penetrating us into our wombs and then we will ride the horses for at least 4 hours.   We will probably be seen by other people that are not within our church and may or may not have seen other women coupled to horses in a like manner.   We will be wearing no church ornamentation.   I will have reins attached to my breasts to guide them over the back of the sling I will be suspended in. 

Afterwards we will relax with friends and acquaintances here or at another place while we are all naked.   If you are with us, or staying here to rest, or even try to couple with some of the other guests, it makes no difference to us.   I do know that every one of the men here are much better endowed than either of you.   While you are slightly better endowed than the vast majority of our congregations you are still pretty minuscule compared to even the farmhands here.   Their staying power while coupled is much greater as well.   Just the fact that you are who you are makes no difference to these people.   As far as they are concerned you are just another man that has accompanied his spouse to a place of adventure for her.   Your influence is not within the confines of this estate.   We will not tell them the full extent of what we do and will not divulge our secrets.   What we will do is fully indulge in what we need to learn and what they have to teach us.”

Both of them agreed without argument.

After relaxing for a bit longer one of the older women came to us and asked us if there was anything we wished to learn or do for the rest of the day.   We asked if there was anything that she could suggest.   She had seen both of our male partners and suggested they might like some male enhancement.   We listened closely. 

Mae went over the various options for men and what each of the options actually did for the men.   One was a gradual enlargement that would take several weeks and would be basically pain free except for the small daily injections that used a very small needle.    This could be combined with an accelerator.   Part of the enhancements were under different categories.   One was primarily hormonal and was a salve and enhanced virility but only lasted for a few hours.   This is one they used on the stallions to last for about 3-4 hours.   One of them could only be given 3 times a week but had lasting results and would be sometimes painful with erections lasting for about 8 hours at a time.   It was recommended that any man using this method should be prepared to have intercourse for at least the full period of time that he had the erection.   This was best if combined with the ointment.   If it was not used with the ointment the prostate could be bruised and possibly be damaged since the gonads were not stimulated adequately without it. 

If this method was used it was also suggested that one of us ladies devote herself for the full period of continuous sex and that both men have the same procedure since the double penetrations would enhance all of their experiences. 

I asked both men if they would like the last done since they would have us available in turns for the next couple of months to finally go back with their reports as really new men.   I asked Mae how much enhancement they could expect and she told us at least a 50% improvement in size both length and width in 3 weeks and double in 6 weeks.   By then they would be well over 12 inches.   2 months and that is as much as they should have to contend with since by that time they would have difficulty buying clothes that would hide their new profile when it was soft and would be painful if it was hard and not unleashed.

We agreed to the enhancements.   Tracy and I would be making our own reports to the inner circle.   We would start the men the day after tomorrow, the day after our first doggy style belly ride.

The morning started at just about sunup with our breakfast and grooming.   The horses were ready and I had some rings inserted into my piercings.   Tracy had her own piercings in her nipples that I had not noticed before.   Bonnie and Paula showed us exactly how to position ourselves under the horses and supervised our lubrication.   The horses were lubricated with the ointment to enhance their virility and semen production.   We would be riding as a group of 6 with 2 other women.   The mounting was a little tricky but they warned us to be aware that the horse would elongate in us and raise us a little to help us to slide into the harness if we pushed ourselves to our limits to clear the sling.   I was just short of having an uncontrollable orgasm when the horse helped me slip into my final mounting.

Tracy was in just about the same condition when she got into position.   It was amazing how comfortable it was.   I asked the bishops to do a video of the complete procedure and of especially the depth of the penetration and of our orifices.   I was thinking the slings were much more comfortable than the parson tables at the crossovers.   We were a little slow getting our mounts to start moving but we started walking around the corral waiting for the rest of the women.   We would start by riding around the property and then go to the next farm that also had guests.   We would come back after the ride on the highway that went in front of the farm.   It was a public road but had very light local traffic.   We were told that when we did hit the public road section we would be overfilled with semen and it would be evident and visible if someone did notice us.   From the back of the horse in my position all I could see were the massive grapefruit size sac of the horse and just a glimpse of the inner legs of the leading rider. 

I let myself have an orgasm as we made our way down to the meadow Paula described as the track.    It was shaped like a large track with a worn pathway around the outer edge of it.   Paula suggested that each of us ride at an accelerated pace around the track once, then rest for a few minutes before trying it again.   Tracy and I raced around the track once then had to stop as the horse came in us.   We joined in the orgasm and were able to maintain some consciousness throughout in spite of the rolling hills and valleys of the ecstasy of it all.   My horse was continually keeping me filled and excited.   I could see how it could become an intoxicating addiction that would be very difficult to break.

We rode some more trails and came to another complex with another large horse barn and sheds and a farmhouse.   We were greeted by several girls and a small boy along with a couple of men.   Marianne was the name of the lady that was running this part of the operation.   I was into my time about 3 and a half hours and Paula suggested we stop for refreshments.   We did and the young girls took the horses to the barn for their treats.   The boy offered to help us to rinse out ourselves if we wanted to.   I glanced at the mother and she said he was quite good at it and he knew what was going on.   The six of us took him up on his offer and bent over for him to give us a quick and very refreshing clean out including a thorough massage to clean out the folds of our vaginas giving our clits a quick tweak when he was done.   I for one darned near had another orgasm.   One of the other women sprayed him with her vaginal fluids.   He gave her a kiss back.

We had a bit of fellowship with the family and they gave us a little tour of their facilities.   They were in the process of building additional housing on the premises and were also housing a crew of 12 hands for seasonal labor and additional help around the property.   The only clothing that anyone had on was some of the leggings that we had seen some of the hands on the other farm wear. 

Another woman came into the barn while we were there.   She was a big woman and she was belly riding a Morgan stallion.   I could not believe any woman could ever take such a huge and massive cock into her vagina.   She was routinely taking at least 30 inches into herself and the diameter was well over 4 inches.   She told us that she had intentionally done some modifications to her vaginal tract with hormones and mechanical stretching to take the horse.   When she was mounted she was a pronounced swayback and she still was but not as much when she stood up straight.   The cock curved in her belly at least 45 degrees when it was hard inside of her.   She had done this because she did not care how much longer she lived but every minute that she was impaled it was a lifetime of pleasure.   She had borne a daughter and she had agreed to bare a daughter and raise her to maturity before she went oversized.   Meanwhile the daughter   was belly riding at least once a month.   She had conceived and would stop riding until after a daughter was born.   She has a husband now and would allow her to continue and had in fact started preparation to join his wife in her endeavors.   He was being enhanced and would ride with a doggy harness with her when she went back to the horses.

One of the small girls, about 11, came running up to us as we were in the barn talking with the other women of their adventures in belly riding.   She asked her mother if she could renew her plug? 

Tracy and I did not know what she was talking about but Marianne explained that none of her daughters had ever had a hymen that was ever in evidence. 

She had used birth control from the time she had started her periods and in turn her daughters had as well.   The usual methods of birth control had a tendency to give them a good deal of prolonged cramps and generally made them miserable for half of their monthly cycle.   Her and her daughters used a method called a “porcine plug” to actually make their bodies think they were pregnant immediately after their period then spontaneously abort the incompatible fetus that was usually only the crossbred fertilized egg.   It made the girls feel sexually satisfied for a few days while their womb was filled and plugged by a boar.   This was almost like using a diaphragm after impregnation but the semen was under pressure in the womb and even felt good when it was inside and then finally dissolved.   The rest of their cycle was normal and they could enjoy easy sex at any time they wished.   All of the girls stayed within their own age group for partners although the youngest girl used her smaller brother and a couple of friends at school to boost her intake of testosterone.

All of the girls were very healthy and well liked by   their classmates.   Most of their female classmates used the same method.   It had become a custom when one of the young girls at her school or one of the neighbors began her menstrual periods.   The girl would invite her parents, friends and neighbors for her first coupling with the boar if the action was with permission of the parents. 

Our girls ask anyone that is present at the farm to come and watch every month, even all of the clients.   You are welcome to come and observe if you wish.

This we did not want to miss.

Behind the barn and the equipment shed there was a small seating area with 3 small cages with heavy supports on the tops.   There was a ramp to the backs of each of the cages.   Marianne told us that the observers usually wound up having sex with each other while watching and asked if we might wish to use some men to service us there were 4 extra women out of 12.   The event would take about a half hour and she could summon her 2 brothers from the house to service us. 

We told her that if it was a probability that we would need some then it would be good.    Tracy and I could usually contain ourselves since for the last year we had been having anonymous sex with well over 200 men a week.   Most of the men were only good for 1 to 3 minutes before letting go in us. 

She said that she understood our disregard for most of the men but told us that her brothers usually were able to satisfy any woman even a belly rider and had a very high regard and empathy for women.    “I think you will both enjoy them.”

We had seen them before and yes they were very well endowed.   

The young girl let herself into the “breeding cage” after touching her finger in a small jar in a cooler and touching herself in her vagina.   Her little brother brought in the boar.   The boar squealed as he caught the scent and ran up the ramp to mount her in the cage placing his feet on the supports on either side of her.   She was on her hands and knees in the cage with her legs spread apart for all to see as the boar started extending his twisting cock into her.   It apparently started tickling her as he went in and she began squealing as well with laughter. She described for all to hear what he was doing to her and his progress.   When he got to her cervix and told of his going into her womb and starting to plug and fill her it was completely erotic and Tracy and I began to empathize with her. 

We were glad her uncles were there to give us a release.   They both were available and we began foreplay as they offered themselves to us.    They made certain that we were fully aroused before they began massaging our now opened clits and teasing our breasts.   We wanted them immediately but they played us like fish on a string with fly poles.   Finally they both entered us and we were already into our 2nd orgasm like the first time on the horses.    We were coming down again by the time the little girl was coming down and the boar was finishing.

Her brother returned the boar to his pen and released his sister.   We asked her how she felt and she grinned and said that she felt “really neat.” 

Her lower stomach had a tiny swell to it and she said. “That is just the sperm that had filled my womb and was sealed in by the plug the boar had made inside my cervix to hold everything in for about 3 days. 

“The boar did it to insure that I would be pregnant with his seed.   My egg would be fertilized but it would not yield anything that could survive.   My body will reject it and when the plug dissolves it will flush out of me and I can clean out any residue safely and even continue to have sex as I wish both while the plug is in place and after without worry of pregnancy.” She said.

We were astonished at the level of intelligence behind the statement and description by the little girl.   She did look on the older side of 11 and her breasts were even beginning to develop and were a little larger than large egg yokes on her slim body with pencil erasers for nipples.   Not like a lot of young girls that had a lot of baby fat at that age trying to substitute fat for development of breasts. We gave her hugs for sharing the knowledge with us, and the treat of letting us watch her in her ritual.

Paula asked Tracy and I if we would like to try something a little different for the next 4 hours?

I said maybe!

“Since you have said you have a lot of practice at taking large anal penetrations.   How would you like to gather a large amount of horse semen in your large intestine while riding after an extensive cleaning.   We would harvest it at our third facility on the other side of our farm.   You can meet the folks there and they will prepare a superb meal for dinner.” said Paula.

I said that I would be up for it but Tracy may not feel so ready for it. 

Tracy said she would try it. 

“The horses you used this morning would not be up to a double enhancement for semen production so we have another pair.   Both of these stallions are docile but are powerful enough to cover very long distances at a full gallop.   They are race bred and trained.   We have had them for about 4 months and are only ridden about once a week.   They are actually studs for most of the best riding horses in the country.   They are also slightly larger than the stallions you had this morning.   Do you still want to try?”

I had no problem with the bigger horses as long as they were not as big as the Morgan that we had looked at earlier.

Paula led us into the Barn.   The new horses were beautiful.   Both were jet black with white hooves on 2 of their feet (not the same pairs) and a small white patch on their faces.   The harnesses were all ready for us and the girls prepared the horse although they were nosing us smelling between our legs and giving us each a great tonguing.   We would do this. 

I was satisfied with the semen that I had in my vagina and now I was ready to get my bowels cleaned completely to take several massive helpings in my rectum.   There was not much inside since I had been pretty thorough this morning. I tried to push a little through from my small intestine but it was pretty small and flushed out easily since it was pretty much liquid. 

Once we were finished we lay down and Paula and Bonnie worked out the last of the liquids with a little massage and injected some gel for lubricant.   It was the same gel as they used on the horses for part of their enhancement.   We were very ready for them when we went back into the barn to mount our studs.

Tracy had not done extreme anal penetrations except at our crossover weekend excursions.    She had a little difficulty maintaining her orientation as she mounted with the horse pressing against her upper organs and diaphragm until she was situated in position.   The 3+ inches in diameter was just about her limit.   I was able to maintain a little better control and had little trouble with the pressures.   I did know I would be spraying the horse’s balls with my vaginal juices all the way down the road. 

We coaxed our mounts out of the barn and waited for a couple of minutes until Bonnie and Paula joined us.   We then made our way to the road that went past the house.   We would be exposed to random observers although we knew none of us would ever be recognized.   We started up the road on the left side so we could see any oncoming traffic and if necessary avoid them by moving further to the side or leaving the road a few feet.   We each had an orgasm within 5 minutes and the horses had begun filling us with their semen mixture.   There was a lot more room inside of our anus than there was in our vagina.    After the orgasm Paula suggested a little faster pace.   We gradually increased the tempo past a trot and to a canter and finally to a nice gentle and ground covering pace that gave us each a fantastic stroke of better than 50%.   We went to a very high orgasm level but we somehow were able to have a great clarity of what we were actually doing and were not hampered by convulsions or apparent hallucinations.   The horses we were on easily outpaced Paula and Bonnie.   We recognized the farm that we were to turn off at but passed it by for an additional distance that was timeless.   Finally we slowed and turned around once we were headed in the right direction we urged our mounts to the same pace again and met Paula and Bonnie at the gate.   We described how far we had gone and they laughed and said if we would have gone around the next bend or another quarter mile we would have been in the middle of town. That was about 5 miles up the road.

We went in and people gathered around us as they prepared to harvest the contents from our bowels.   I knew I was just about ready to burst and was holding tight with my sphincter. 

They slipped in a small tube and the pressure started to go down when a little over a quart had drained Paula said I could slip off of the horse and drain the rest into the bucket.   I asked for a jug to sit on.   They brought a jug with a spout.   I began by sliding all of the way onto the horse again and rolling off.   I grabbed the jug and sat on it with the spout in my anus and the semen just poured into the jug.   Some of it spilled and I tasted it and it was a fantastic flavor.   I reached up and gave the horse a big hug.

I turned around and in front of me was a beautiful and curvy but clearly unsexed person.   She had a full head of dark red hair and a wonderful face and generous curves but she had no breasts or nipples and a smooth lower abdomen that had no indication of male or feminine attributes.   She introduced herself as Betty.

“Welcome to our home.   You must be Mary.”

She turned to Tracy and introduced herself to Tracy and named her by name.   

“This farm is the breadbasket of our little community.   The vast majority of the food you have consumed since your arrival has been raised and/or processed here.   Would you like to have a quick tour while we get acquainted?” 

I had heard mention of a female eunuch in the group but had not really been prepared to meet such a person.   I asked for a little tour while I got to know her.   We toured the barns with the dairy operation and the milk and produce processing and preservation took place.   It was quite interesting and made complete sense once I learned of some of the history of Betty when we got back to the house.   I was getting quite an education on religious sexual history and interactions that was completely unexpected.   I was also interested since she seemed to know of my own history of the last couple of years and my activities.

The bishops were not here so they would be unable to know of a lot of what we talked about but every time I tried to plea ignorance of something my church practiced or I practiced they had item for item my exact actions. 

We were served dinner and it was prepared perfectly.   Each item we ate had been chosen for our activities and our health.   Betty wished us both good fortune at what we were trying out and told us that we might wish to participate in the services of a local congregation of their church for next Sunday before touring a branch of the company that was near the town our church was located in.   I had been to that one although it was small and only had about 200 member families. 

It was nearly 6 in the afternoon when we were ready to go back to the farm.   The 2 daughters of Marianne had brought the 2 horses that we had ridden to her farm to us and had ridden the black stallions back home.   We climbed into the harnesses and enjoyed a leisurely ride back home off the road through the orchards and forest.   As usual we were overflowing when we arrived but feeling very comfortable.   The bishops greeted us like long lost friends and lost no time draining themselves in us after we had just cleaned ourselves out.   They both wanted to start their enhancements when we finished a light yogurt snack.   

We placed the unusual and tasty tang of the yogurt.   It was very reminiscent of the horse cum from the thoroughbreds we had ridden.   We accommodated the men and once they had the initial injections they were definitely improved.   They slept embedded in us that night and did not fall out.   If one of us moved and it slipped out we woke and coupled some more to drain them before we went back to sleep.   At breakfast they received another large shot each and Tracy began taking them both.   She would need to be their cum bucket for the rest of the day. 

I spent the day coupled to another horse and wandering around the 3 farms at my leisure.   When the stallion would go soft I went to one of the barns and took a break for a bit then remounted with the enhancement gel for another 3 hours or so.   It was very pleasant and gave me a lot of time to think.   When I got back to the farm Tracy and the bishops were about finished for the day they would not have any more enhancements for 2 days.   They would be larger and could last longer than they ever had before, but while they were not being enhanced they would only be able to get it up at most once a day while they were regenerating more seed like before.

The 4 of us were driven in the van to a town about 25 miles away to where a congregation of our church was located.   Tracy and I were dressed in our capes and gowns and the bishops in theirs for the trip.   They had been informed that we would attend the service.   Mae was doing the driving and had accepted our invitation to go as an unregistered member.   She had been appraised of the coupling ceremonies in the closed membership service and had agreed to participate. 

The church had one girl that had her crossover weekend and she made her statement.   The fellowship asked me and one of the bishops to participate in the welcome.   I was not doing the fertility festival service so I did not need to do the ride on Gabriel’s staff.   As usual the men only lasted for 1-3 minutes and with the help of the girl’s mother and a dozen of the other younger women in the congregation we were able to service the whole congregation in less than 40 minutes.

Tracy and I talked with the bishops along with Mae on the trip to one of the other corporate compounds that was located about 6 miles from the town.   We were welcomed since they knew we were coming.   Mae told us to leave our jewelry gowns and cape in the van when we got out.   Clothing was completely optional here as at the other compounds.   Paula, Marianne and Betty were here already and were helping the families with the food processing recipes that they had found to work best for health and stimulation.   They were also going over the details of herbs and plants to avoid at all costs.   There were 2 books that gave very detailed descriptions of the characteristics of all of the types as well as interaction results.

We sat down to a brunch that was provided and then some serious questions began to be asked by the company principles for the Bishops to answer.   The questions were asked as principle to principle and surprised the Bishops at how well the group knew the practices of the church.   The principles knew that the church controlled the town and all of the business within the town.   They also knew that the town had gotten extremely introverted in the last 20 years and was not open to anyone that did not actually reside in the town or a few of the adjacent ranches or farms.

“Why do you bother to control the youth in such a draconian manner by insisting that every female abstain from any sexual contact with any other male until just before their 16th birthday and why not their 18th?   Then you suddenly turn them into sexual puppets by organized group coupling with numerous and sometimes oversized damaging sex.   The actual and ritual castration of men who are of a socially perverted nature because of damaging of underage children not within the confines of the church we would of itself find perverted. 

Mary here is a very positive example of what you seem to be using as an example of the ideal woman although with her 2 year of indentured servitude for only the advantage of having a college education paid for after bearing a child by an anonymous lover that may or may not be one of her choice since she is obligated to have sex with any man who can empty his semen into her.   Even whores in a brothel are not subjected to the mass coupling of even the normal young women or adult women in your congregations are subjected too.   In your church they are obligated to couple with anyone without any of the men even asking for permission.   At least here they have a choice of lovers and they can make it as pleasant or as stimulating as they wish. 

Here the young children of all ages are given choices of what they do with their bodies.   They are given informed choices and taught of birth control.   If they wish they can participate in unrestricted sex as young as they wish although we make every attempt to show them how decisions that may harm them in their relationships within the family and community is fully explored. 

At the town, near where Paula’s compound is located.   The community has banded together around many if not all of these concepts and now has open sexual education classes in the public school. 

These are kept within their own age groups and are conducted with the full knowledge and authorization of the parents of the teens.   Much of the classes are even conducted for the grade school children.   These are mostly videos that are quite explicit and not normally available to the general public.   All of these video presentations had been produced by the high school students after their first year of open sex education.

“What would this have to do with our congregations, especially the one just up the road from here?”    
The bishops asked.

Paula came forward and spoke up. 

“What we propose is to ask the congregation and town to change the usual orientation of your custom of treatment of the young members of all ages and their parents slightly. 

Let it be known publicly in your services and with the local constabulary that you no longer wish to sequester your women and children in basic ignorance of what they can be.   What is allowed in private is also allowed in public between consenting adults and amongst those that are as yet not mature enough for unbridled sex.   Let them know all they are saving themselves for and their options.   We wish you to allow young women to have sex with their permission with those of similar maturity levels without commitment to older or mature adults in a moral bondage setting. Mary nor Tracy have said anything about any of their many experiences or trials they have undergone to us or anyone else outside of your inner circle.   We have many other sources that blindly corroborate each other to eliminate any miscommunications or misunderstandings.

Our first suggestion would be at the next service the 4 of you confer with the local council to gain their cooperation and during the service suggest that all of the families that participate gather all of their children in the service.   Half of the local security people and constables would also be included with their families in each of the services.

During the regular part of your services where all of the young women are regularly coupled with all of those present, all young and old, will observe them.   When it is done the rest of the congregation will be asked to strip and the young women and the men who serviced them will walk outside the church side by side leading the rest of the congregation and have a walk around town.   While this is happening the rest of the congregation will do their service or join in with the street activities.   Your high school is too small to have a facility like is available at the other town, so we have made available the videos for use at the grade school for viewing by all of the town’s students. 

There is only a small gymnasium but that will work for the presentation.   All of them will remain nude for the program.   We will make available some of the hormonal meals for them and the rest of the town to use for their consumption.   It will relax them just a little but will be good for them.   No person will be raped either willingly or unwillingly.   All of the citizens will and should be proud of their bodies.”

The bishops started to protest slightly but they were quickly reminded.   “What we were trying to do is an attitude adjustment, helping the men to begin to ask permission of the women for sex on a one to one basis.   The problem we had seen with their activities up to date had been that women were forced by instilled moral values to automatically submit to sex at any time after their 16th birthday and restricted from any sexual contact or education before that fixed date.   Usually by that time they were so restricted and begging for any sexual release at all that it was small wonder that many of the girls that finally went to their crossover were permanently harmed by the time they were done.   Some of the girls had hoped to still be able to be able to do some of the priestess duties and were prepared and physically able to do so.   But by a trick of fate they had not received enough preparation and knowledge to hold up for the unknown rites of passage that would be placed in their path in the crossover retreat weekend.   The vast majority of those that had not waited to lose their virginity had only lost it within a couple of months.   If they were not really mature and practiced enough for it then they were relegated to socially forced sex until they bore a child by the time they were 17.   Some had already begun taking birth control before the crossover by going to other towns and physicians.   But still voluntarily subjected themselves to uncontrolled sex for a time before they finally became pregnant.    Most of these young women have no real desire to do so at such a young age and without a romantic tie except to an older man that may or may not be married to another woman. 

Many of the young men are leaving and not coming back.   As a result your congregation has been dropping in size instead of growing.    The population of the town and surrounding area have been dropping like a rock.   Many of your families have been leaving under the excuse of moving to a different congregation but never showing up in another of your churches.”

“And what do you get out of this?   The bishops asked.

“We get freedom outside of the exact boundaries of our farms.   Your people gain access to our resources for sex education and enhancement programs.   This can even be very enjoyable.   For instance if the public nudity bans are lifted, sometimes one or more of the belly riders may ride into town for shopping or maybe even to come to the church to share.   I know you do close screening for any sexually transmitted diseases.   You also may know that we do an even closer screening.

You yourselves are beginning to experience male enhancements.   When you are finished you will be able to actually satisfy any woman you wish to.   If you wish and you are married to a woman, she will far prefer that she couple with you once or more a day for a long period of time than with 50 or 100 men per day in the church for 1 to 5 minutes.

This is also available to your parishioners.   We will also make available some of the food supplements that we have developed and make available the necessary technology for them to be used and manufactured by your sources if you wish but it all has a price. 

The majority of the price for either is for you to make the recommendations that we have made a reality.   We will be issued a tax deductible receipt for a market value of the videos.   We will also receive the same type of receipt for part of the produce we supply and for part of the value of any formulations or processes you wish to receive.   In other words it is a very favorable business proposition for you.”

The bishops mulled it over for a couple of minutes then decided. 

“We will need to clear it with the inner council first.”

They were shown to a computer with a secure link.   One of the daughters of the landowner was logging them on to a closed secure site that none of the bishops even knew existed.   It showed a small picture of them from the neck up in a corner of the screen and a much larger picture of 12 other of the archbishops on each of the other screens that were set up.   A written dialog of what they had been discussing was already being printed out at the other end.   Most of the archbishops were surprised to see them and had only had the noise of their printers coming to life for a warning.   Initially there was a lot of shouting but it calmed down as rooms at the archbishop end of the transmission were cleared out.    
Naked men or women in the background made for exits.   The bishops gave their brief of the situation and the archbishops were told to decide within a few minutes if they were willing to open one of the dying congregations to the suggestions or to try to contain losses and not change.   The fact that outsiders knew so much of what was thought to be known only to the archbishops and above and the communications networks were so well known outside of the church gave little choice.

They mulled it over and asked a couple of questions about the male enhancements.   Then agreed.   One at a time they said yes and a transcript was printed with their pictures beside their agreement.

Tracy and I were happy beyond belief.   We were cheering and hugging everyone including the bishops.   This was a tremendous burden off of both of us.

As a form of celebration we went to the barn and selected a couple of stallions that looked to be similar to the large breeding stallions that we had ridden day before yesterday.   We mounted the doggy harnesses and prepared them before mounting them.   We took them in the vagina and it was a very tight fit.   They would stay up for 5 hours but would only cum in us about every hour.    This was just fine.   We provided nearly all of the lubrication.   We were stretched when we were done but there were no stretch marks.   Next week we would ride into town after the first service and arrive about time for the second service to join the first one on the street in the park.   We would ride in our church gowns.   We would get the Christina piercings and ornaments like most of the women wore around the farm.    Tracy would be allowed to officiate for me at the second service.   Each of us would do the fertility festival with volunteers being ritually crucified.   Tracy was able to sing the piece very well as she was riding her mount.   She sprayed the whole time and I was really supercharged riding behind her. 

I was singing with her and Bonnie and Paula along with a half dozen others were enjoying it as well with hard orgasm from the spray that we passed to them.   They reciprocated and sprayed those further back.   The horses even felt the orgasms and filled us to overflowing.

At the end of our ride we were ready to rest and celebrate.   Even the bishops got into the action by giving us both grand oral sex and cleaned our vaginas out.   They even scooped the horse cum from deep inside us and shared it with us.   We viewed the video Cd's the high school students had made for the other schools and the grade school children.   We also reviewed the program the high school young adults followed for their prom and after prom programs.   It was a little different than what we followed for our crossover but was a lot more positive for those involved.   We could see why the community involved had reversed the decline of community involvement and the younger additions deciding to stay in the community and be involved in the affairs within it. 

The Bishops were almost beside themselves in the new things they were looking at.   Many of the same end results were exactly what the church had been trying to facilitate forever.    After dinner we toured some more of the facilities available and found the processing of foods for consumption was much like that we had seen at Betty’s farm. 

The breast milk from the ladies that were lactating was quickly processed into containers that were stored and shipped daily to several users that were scattered within a hundred miles of the farm.   The rest was used for natural dessert contents for the next meal. 

Yogurt was processed from the milk from the small herd of cows that roamed the property but always came to the barn for milking.   There was a small processing unit that fabricated herbs for the pharmaceuticals that the farm used. 

They had 6 microbiologists working on them.   Most of the herbals were not available elsewhere although they were not classified illegal and contained nothing that was categorized as illegal.   The advantage of using the processes they used was that they worked very well for what they were used for.

Evening came and we retired to our beds with our partners and gave the guys some rest.   We were worn out as well but awoke very refreshed in the morning.   We gave the bishops a good servicing to keep them happy and it was good that they had started their enhancement they were lasting a lot longer and were a bit bigger and more relaxed at lovemaking than they had been before.   We had an appointment with the local council.

We had almost gotten so used to our constant nudity that we almost forgot to get in our robes and gowns for our meeting.   We did get groomed at the farm for the meeting.   I removed the rings in my breasts and put in the crosses.   The people at the farm had not seen my full regalia before.   The younger girls said I looked radiant.   I told them that I would be also be wearing the belly rider buckle by tomorrow.   One of the younger boys looked closely at me and said that it would make me look even better.   It would always let my clit be highlighted hanging out just underneath. 

The council was waiting for us as we arrived and greeted us formally.   We had brought a copy of the proclamation although they had received one copy themselves.   We asked them if there were any questions to start with after they had read it.   They said that they were still a little unsettled at some of the changes. 

Just stopping the bondage of the young women would not solve the women and the young men from leaving the congregation.   We told them that the loss of the choice of the women to plot their own lives and the timing of their separation of the young women from their families in such a time in their lives when they were at the point of being able to determine their own choices of right and wrong and suddenly being dealt the heavy responsibility of forcing them to become pregnant with no certain father or stable mate to lean on was no longer to be considered a correct life path. 

The morally forced couplings with sometimes strangers as part of the service could no longer be a main purpose of the service.   If you do not have 2 or three young women per week going through the crossover ceremonies with half or more of your adult male members and if you do not have 2 or 3 bona fide virgins a year to be possible priestess candidates, all of those crossover candidates will need to be given a choice of serving your congregation for weekly fertility festivals or not until a replacement is found in a later week or month.   Any young woman that is able to go through her crossover weekend is now eligible for the choice and also eligible for birth control pills before the weekend and afterwards until she decides with her betrothed or husband that she will bear a child.   The only public coupling required will be at the option of both partners or the woman herself on the weekday evening gathering or in private.   The attendance at these is no longer to be mandatory.   The men will be asked by the women on a one to one basis for coupling.   This brings another question/solution. 

Male enhancement.   It works!   It forces a man to discipline himself to satisfy his partner.   It doesn’t hurt a normal man.   In a man that is not a good lover it helps tremendously and helps him to become more of a physical soul mate for his partner.   This also enables his female partner to fulfill her feelings of accomplishment and self value.

Next the availability of a bestiality outlet.   This is a practice that has been on both sides of the religious conflicts for centuries.   It is a practice that was done by even one or more of the apostles and proceeded Christ by centuries.   It was in fact approved by Christ himself, specifically for women.   It is a practice that has been used for natural birth control, for self satisfaction, for punishment and rebellion between the sexes and for attempts at domination of classes of peoples over another. 

In our case it will not be used for the domination or punishment by men or women where a woman seeks to abuse herself to make herself undesirable to men.   

We have in our greater community individuals and facilities and technology to enable a woman who has overdone herself in enlargement practices either by mechanical, natural or bestial means to return herself to full reproductive health in a healthy manner if she so desires.   These same methods will also help return to full health the young women that at their crossover weekend had been taken too far and too fast with the, normal to us, forced sexual frequency and size. 

The majority of those that did not make the transition had their vagina’s, cervix, womb or uterus, split or damaged.   In many cases the damage was considered permanent and left both physical and emotional scars that may or may not ever heal.   In actuality this happens in about 1 in 3 young women.

This is why we have come to this last proposal.   All young women who have not yet gone to their crossover, must be formally indoctrinated, instructed, and disclosed all of the practices that they will endure for the weekend and beyond, far in advance of their crossover weekend.   Before they attend their crossover weekend they must be both intellectually, emotionally and physically prepared for the complete ordeal.   In some cases the young woman may indeed be ready well before her 16th birthday and in some cases may not be ready until her 18th birthday or beyond.   In all cases her preparation should be gradual as an open learning process from early childhood on instead of half truths and whispers.   If the parents are not comfortable with it in the privacy of their own homes it must be in the schools and even the streets and parks as well.

The whole local community must be completely open to each other and develop pride in the corporate body and their own bodies.   True the ravages of sexually transmitted diseases must be halted and all of the community must be routinely screened as well as anyone coming in and through the community.   This must be a moral as well as a community responsibility.   If there is an outbreak from someone outside coming in and spreading any of several dozen known diseases either intentionally or unintentionally, they must be punished appropriately and the city can pass regulations controlling a quarantine and screening for any of these diseases.   Some of these practices have all ready been instituted in the secular realm in other places.   Many of these rules are even being practiced in our greater community just south of town.   None of these families are members of our congregation or even of our greater church.   Their personal beliefs are not in question but are to be admired and respected completely as they will respect us.   It is with this recognition that they have agreed to help us enter a new level of service to our Lord and our church.

As you see me now wearing my jeweled priestess gown and the crosses in my breasts.   The women of this secular group wear a buckle just above their vagina.   They also have piercings on their breasts similar to mine that are used for utility and ornamental purposes.   They have developed many of the natural and effective methods of helping us without our knowledge or support.   Once their proposal was made to the governing body of the church, and an offer was made to us and them.   It has been asked that we allow them full access to our facilities and influence in the community for our mutual benefit. 

Beginning at this Friday for the crossover ceremony.   The young woman candidates, if any, will be joined by 2 volunteers of this secular community.   I know not of their selected individuals but they have had far more training than I had when I made my crossover.   I know not their age, but it will be older than 13 and younger than 18.   They will not be bound to the pledge of bearing a child immediately.   All of those attending the service will wear no more than the gowns for the crossover.   Those attending the service will not wear any clothing except for maybe an apron for food preparation at least through Sunday night.   If they wear clothing to church the clothing will be left in the alcove before entering the sanctuary.   The complete family of any young crossover women will attend including siblings and the families of blood relatives.   Any select men will also have their full and complete families in attendance.

This created a bit of a stir.

On Sunday we will have a fertility festival with the first service officiated by myself and one of the Bishops.   The second will be officiated by my matron   and the other Bishop.   She will be designated as a full priestess for the service.   We will require 2 of your select men to be crucified for the services and we will select volunteers strictly according to the size of their manhood. 

Just prior to the services each of us will walk to the church clad in only our gowns from the edge of town.   We will walk to the far end of town on one side of the main street and return to the church on the other side of the street.   We will expect the congregation to join us in our walk as we pass their abodes.   Walking as we do.   The women only in their gowns and those underage and the men wearing nothing unless they have piercings.   Those with piercings will bear their own ornamentation.   No robes or other garments will be allowed.

At the end of the service, after I descend from Gabriel, I will lead the congregation out of the church and loop around the town and gather at the park at the northwest corner of the town.   Here we will meet members of the secular community that will treat us to demonstrations and displays relating to some of what we have talked about today.   They will also host a buffet for the town to indulge in.   I strongly suggest that all members indulge themselves in any and everything offered. 

If there is any sex in public in the park it will be as it may.   Any sex must be within the party’s own age group and must be consensual.   In other words no adult is to try to couple with any juvenile for any reason.   If an under aged or prepubescent person wishes they can couple after acknowledgement with an older person by informed consent.   There may be some bestiality demonstrations.   These should be viewed but not necessarily copied and definitely not by dare or taunting. 

The council agreed to all points and word was passed on the changes.   The council came up with 4 candidates for the crucifixion.   We would review them on Friday before the crossover ceremony.   There were to be 2 young women at the crossover.   One was much more mature than the other.   It was assured that both would spend all week preparing.   They would also be assisted by Tracy and I.   They would be joined by relatives that were matrons for the ceremonies and the retreat.   They would also be joined by 2 pairs of girl/matrons from the secular group.

Mae picked us up in the van and we went to the local farm to drop off the bishops before we drove to the other town for our new piercings.   We knew that, when we returned, the bishops would be ready for their enhancement regimen. 

We wore nothing to the parlor and had decided to stay this way until we needed to put something on.   The lady doing the piercings asked me to put in my crosses so she could have the spacing and orientation for the nipple rings correct.   I had not mentioned that I usually wore the crosses.   She told me that the particular method and place of the piercing was unique to the piece of jewelry.   I put them in and she told me they were beautiful.   She gave me small injections around my aureole and above my vagina for the buckle and we spoke of my piercings while I was taking a nap at my crossover.   She told me she was familiar with the method they used and the chemical cauterizing agent was the same as that she had been using for a few years. 

The new piercings in my nipples for the reins were surprisingly easy and were at the base of the nipples.   They would not be visible if I wanted to remove them for services but they were strong enough to not tear if they became stressed.   I hardly felt the Christina piercing since this was very heavily anesthetized.   The liquid cauterizing worked very well and there was hardly any bleeding at all.   The boy at the farm was correct in the buckle would highlight my clit. 

I asked Paula if the town was up to a couple of women walking through town as we were was up to a possibility without too much of a scandal?   She said it was possible.   Someone that was a visitor might object but the constable would not do anything but maybe ask us to make it quick or tell the visitor to enjoy watching us.   The city council was amicable as well as the judge.   It is just that a few of the citizens had not worked themselves up to the internal thrill of excitement to do it themselves even though the younger adults were on their second year of the celebration of planting where the girls customarily ride on floats with an absolute minimum of ornamentation or cover.   At most some wore body paint.   Some of the belly riders also take part. 

A good suggestion would be to walk down main street to the restaurant and stop in for a visit and a cup of coffee.   Sit at the counter but leave yourself available for viewing.   It would be your option to wear the crosses or your gowns and earrings.

I hadn’t thought of this possibility and asked if we could be recorded with the video camera.   Mae said the recorder in the van was charged and ready for at least an hour of discrete shooting.   She could do the recording by mounting the recorder on her vest as they accompanied us. 

Tracy was finishing her piercings by this time and she thought that the stroll would be perfect.   She also mentioned that her breasts were needing to have the milk harvested.   We had one of the pumps in the van that we could use when we had time.   I was not quite as full as she was so she would use it first after we left the restaurant.   

The walk was only 2 blocks and took five minutes we did get looked at and many of those that saw us gave us a thumbs up.   We waved back at everybody.   When we entered the restaurant it was quite busy but the waitress wiped 4 of the stools for us as we entered.   She motioned us to the stools and set up 4 glasses of ice water and suggested coffee.   We nodded and sat down.   Paula had suggested that we mount the stool from the back by spreading our legs to allow the buckles to not be pulled or forced as we sat down.   I remembered but Tracy forgot.   She quickly got reminded as it almost tore her at the bottom of the piercing as she sat down.   Her legs rapidly opened up as she reversed her downward motion of sitting. “Ouch!” Was her comment. 

The girl at the counter was very friendly she commented,

“You just got the buckles?

We told her that we had just started riding this last week and were thrilled at the possibilities. 

She said that she had gotten hers 4 months ago and enjoyed riding at least once a week. 

We said we didn’t recognize her from the farm. 

She said her dad had gotten her a stallion for her birthday and allowed her to finally get her piercings at that time although she had been riding for over a year.   She was going to college via the Internet and did not want to go away.   The nearest university was a little over an hour drive each way so she would have her Associates degree before she had to do the commute or move to attend. 

We wished her luck and joy at her endeavor. 

“I notice you have additional piercings.   The crosses are beautiful.   The earrings and the collar are a fantastic match.   Are they a special costume or have a specific religious significance?” She asked.

I told her.   “I am a priestess for my church and I wear these ornamentation for all of my duties within the church as well as to or from.   In most public situations outside of the sanctuary I wear a cape that covers me to just above the ankles but is tied only at the neck.    I preside over the most sacred festivals and services within the church and am under a 2 year obligation to them for the honor of doing what I have qualified myself to do as a young woman.   Tracy here is my matron who I have chosen to aid me in my endeavors for my second year.   She joined the church as an adult and has been my mentor for schooling this last 3 months.   I too have been doing the Internet schooling and I completed my high school education while serving in my capacity as a priestess.”

The girl said.   “That is fantastic!   You do services practically nude in a church?”

I said, “We do officiate at up to 14 services a day but we travel from congregation to congregation.”

Paula asked if she would be interested in learning a little bit about what we were doing.   The young woman said she was. 

I was getting an idea that she might be a young woman from the outside community available for a crossover weekend.   We had finished our coffee and Tracy was starting to fidget as her breasts were beginning to lactate.

Paula started to pay but the manager said that the tab was paid.   We smiled and left.   There were several families that had viewed us with small children and all of them wished us good fortune and thanked us for dropping in.   They were really genuinely happy to see us and listen to our conversations.

As we walked to the van Paula said that the girl was one of several that might be available for the crossover ceremonies.   She was entirely capable of enduring any of the crossover ceremonies and trials.   If she was told of all of the events she could even be implanted with a blood sac for use as a hymen and to bleed for the ceremony. 

Although she has ridden many horses in both her vagina and her anus she would be as tight as a new virgin for the service since she had always practiced strengthening her PC muscles.   She was extremely flexible and accomplished sexually. 

I said she would be an excellent candidate.   “She is just about 1 year older than I.   If she had the blood sac implant it would be a good thing in turning around some of the customs of the church.”

The walk to the car went very quickly and Tracy was just about at her wits end and was already beginning to milk herself as we finished the last couple of hundred feet.   She lost no time hooking herself up.   While she was hooked up, I asked her if she was still wanting to do the second festival service next week.

“Absolutely!”   She said.

“Then when you are done we will need to get you the additional piercing to hold the crosses unless you just want to stab them through and hope that they don’t bleed all over.”

She agreed and Mae went inside to make certain that the lady could do it for her.   She was back in a couple of minutes.

“She does not have any crosses like you have but she has a stem holder that will be suitable.   It is the same weight, size and thickness.”

“Stem holder?”   Tracy asked.

“For a rosebud. “   Mae replied.   

“Perfect!   Now we need to find a couple of buds.” Laughed Tracy.   Since we needed about 15 minutes to wait for Tracy to finish, we drove to the edge of town to a small nursery.   They had flowers.   I jumped out and walked to the gardener and asked if he had a couple of small rose buds.   He smiled and walked to a green house and returned with a half dozen and handed them to me after wrapping them in a nice bouquet with a paper around the handle.   I handed him a $10 bill and he pressed it into my hand and said they were mine for brightening up his day.   I gave him a kiss on his cheek and thanked him.

Tracy was finishing as we got back to the piercing lady.   My breasts were beginning to lactate so I took over the pump while she went inside.   Paula was next for the pump but Tracy was finished as Paula was hooking up.   We needed to change the bags, put on another container, put the one that was full in the cooler.   Tracy’s buds looked great!

Meanwhile I was getting other ideas.   Thinking of Genesis with Adam and Eve.   The nature of the original sin.   I asked Paula if she had ever heard of anyone telling the story in a modern media form with real live action.   She had heard of a couple of instances but the videos were typically suppressed with a vengeance if they followed the bible at all as sacrilegious and pornographic.

I was intrigued at the possibilities.   “I would like to do one with a live snake in a bestial vein where the snake would enter into my vagina, turn around and nest inside of me with his head sticking out or just at the opening.   All of this would be recorded on camera maybe a dozen or even a hundred times until it was right.   We would need to write additional story lines to allow me to walk around with the serpent inside of me.   I am certain that the temperature would need to be a little cooler than 70 degrees to insure that the serpent would stay inside where it is warm.   The characters would be represented by live persons or animals.   The unicorns of course would have to be impersonated by horses.”

Paula and Mae said that it was possible but they would need to find a reptile expert and a suitable selection of nonpoisonous snakes that would be suitable for the part. 

I asked her to look into it.   It would be an interesting thing to do.   Meanwhile I was getting warmed up for the 2 bishops when we got back to the farm.   Tracy was getting ready for an extended belly ride to last for at least 14 hours.

We had taken a long way back to the farm exploring a different route past the first compound to get to the second compound without going on any main highways or through any towns.   It was nearly dinner time by the time we arrived.   Everyone greeted us with hugs and kisses even the young pubescent and prepubescent children.

The young boy fingered our buckles and gave his approval with a little pinch of our clits.   He grinned and we told him he was a little fresh. 

He came back.    “A little breath of fresh air”. 

This boy was almost like the son of Marianne very knowledgeable and familiar with the body of a woman.   He knew exactly what buttons to push or knobs to tweak to get what he wanted and to give what we needed. 

Tracy offered to let him milk her as she was mounted on the stallion tonight.   She was even going to sleep while mounted.

We finished dinner and giving the bishops a rundown on what we had done at the other town.    They approved and asked if I was ready to take them for the evening.   I told them I would refresh myself and remove the jewelry first, then we would prepare them for their next stage of enhancement.   I went with Tracy to help her and clean out each other but the little boy was ready and waiting.   He was a real jewel at all of the ways to clean us out.   He had no problem reaching into either of our orifices and checking us out.   He was only about the same size as a man’s cock but was a little longer and a little stiffer.   He told us that we felt very good inside and he could feel no scar tissue or stretches.   Whatever Dr. Duncan had been giving us was working on helping us to contract to a more normal size while healing us permanently inside. We were able to stretch as far as we ever had but a normal man felt very comfortable in us if we had at least 24 hours away from a horse.

The boy helped Tracy put in a catheter in her urethra for use for an extended mounting on the horse.   This was a new experience for her.   Once Paula and his mother told us that he was very capable of helping us in any way, we were very comfortable with his attentions.   Tracy mounted her stallion and it was one of the slightly larger riding stallions she felt quite full and the stallion had been prepared well and received a full 2 part injection to maintain virility and size for well over 12 hours.   The end of his penis would also be swollen inside of her and he would not be able to pull out of her if he wanted and she would not be able to uncouple.   This is why the catheter.   He would urinate in her several times but would serve to rinse her out inside in a sanitary manner.   She left the corral area and said she would be riding to the pasture and then allow the horse to graze and her to sleep until morning.    We wished her well as she received her first load of horse cum.

I was ready for the bishops.   One of the microbiologists was in attendance to give them both injections before and after they received the hormonal ointment. 

I gave myself a liberal dose in both orifices.   I was more than ready for them when they were getting especially hard and larger than I had ever seen either of them.   I dangled them a little before I took them to the bedroom and took them. 

They were much larger than I remembered.   They even gave me an orgasm with the multiple penetration without my forcing it.   They were gentle and being real gentlemen.   They were almost keepers.   It is too bad they had spent the last 20 years being arrogant but unfulfilling lovers.

As we were making love for nearly 4 hours straight and they were staying hard but not too plentiful with the semen I presented them with the idea of an Adam and Eve video.   That perked them up noticeably.   Sometimes a dangerous idea is very powerful. 

By breakfast, all of us were pretty worn out.   None of us had slept a wink.   The boy was back from spending the night watching over Tracy.   He was full of her milk.   She was doing fine and had slept well in 2 hour cycles.   The horse had gone to drink water from the creek and had gotten a little deep and Tracy woke up with cold water running over her breasts while the horse was drinking.   She has waken with a start and had begun to make the horse hurry to higher ground but the horse went a little deeper first and filled her with another load of horse cum.   After they were on high ground he had cleaned her out with his hot urine and that had helped to warm her up.   The boy had some towels and dried her off, giving her a good milking again.   She went back to sleep as she was letting him suckle her. 

The bishops inquired about the possibility of doing a video like I had described to them last night while we were in the throws of orgasm and Paula said that it would not be a problem.

“The talent and the equipment is available on a day’s notice.   A herpetologist is on staff.   His inventory is on call.” 

I was thrilled to hear this.   Once this weekend activities were finished I knew what the next project was and I was already thinking of what kind of cold blooded lover I would have to be able to carry around.   If it was a female it would lay eggs inside me while I looked for a male to fertilize them with.   Of course this was merely a mental image since I knew that even if a female snake put the eggs inside me and was followed with a male snake to service the eggs a horse or a man (the boy) would be able to clean me out very easily and thoroughly.   This afternoon we would be helping the young candidates for their crossover ceremonies. 

Tracy and I met them at their homes and they had been started well on the way to stretching themselves.   Both of them were already showing signs of splitting in their anus.   Neither of them were virgins as they had had their hymens pierced in the last year.   I had asked Paula if the blood sacs could be added to all of the girls and she said they could but they would need at least 24 hours before their ceremony to allow them to heal suitably for them to pass for virgins. 

I asked them if they were up to making them virgins again for the crossover and they said they would love to do it if they would not be made to do the fertility ceremony for a whole year or longer like I had done. 

They did not want to be impregnated right away although if they had as much sex as it was now evident that they would have to have for the crossover they would like to take it easy and have the sex and get it over with. 

Would both of you wish to do the fertility ceremonies for just one or 2 weeks before you returned to a more normal sexual situation although you would have the option of birth control or impregnation through the church ceremonies or with whomever you chose.   Both of them would do either of the options as they got back from the crossover weekend.   

They would even take the piercings that would be given them if they were to do the festivals.   We took them to the farm and they were given a mild sedative and the blood sac was put inside their vagina.    They were also given a sizable dose of hormones to speed up the healing of their vaginas and their slightly torn anus making them more flexible as well.   Both of them would be maturing rapidly.   Their mother’s thanked us when they returned.   Both of them wished to practice the Fertility cannon.

I was ready for my 14 hour ride after dinner.   It had been a busy day and I had not had much sleep last night.   I had a lot to think about.   The horse I was given was the same stallion that I had ridden to Betty’s farm and he seemed to know me.   He was very excited when he greeted me and I began giving him a pet on his forehead and behind the ears.   I think he reached all the way into my cervix with his tongue with a quick lick.   He would be locked into me for a good while.   I was really excited at what he would be doing to me. 

Teddy the young boy that had been so much help to us would be my guardian for the night.   He cleaned me out very well and inserted the catheter in me.   He was extremely gentle since I had never had anything go into my bladder before.   The yellow liquid flowed freely for a few minutes.   He told me he could put one the length of my uterus if I wished to make it a little less forceful when the horse urinated in me but I told him that I wanted it to give full flow back out to help to keep me clean inside.   I also told him that I had only drained part of my milk and he could have some after we go to the pasture before sunset.   I would also appreciate it if he would lead the horse to drink at night a couple of times so I wouldn’t wake up swimming. 

The temperatures in the wee hours were around 55 degrees and my breasts were going to be a little on the chilly side and the water would make them hurt even worse.   I still did not want to wear anything because the horse kept the rest of me warm.   He said he would keep close watch for me and the crew had set up a couple of water bins for the horses so they would not have to go to the river to drink.    We rode to the far pasture through the woods and talked along the way.   He rode with a saddle and wore a pair of leather work togs that had no crotch.   For an 11 year old boy he was already well endowed. 

The horse definitely had a full load of enhancements.   He filled me through my cervix and when the head of his penis swelled it did not move.   The first time he gave me a shot of cum I was almost worried about bursting but it filled the rest of the tiny spaces inside including my womb.   A pint or so still leaked out.   I was able to catch a lot of it and drank it from my cupped hands.   It carried that heavenly flavor that I was gradually craving any time I was not on the horse.

We arrived at the pasture and we stopped by the watering trough for the horses to drink.   Teddy also refreshed himself at my breasts that by this time were beginning to dribble.   I asked him to check me out where I was coupled to make certain that everything was in good shape.   He got right in close and fingered all the way around.   He tasted his finger and said “There is no blood and everything is sweet.   I don’t see any stretching like some of the women get on the larger horses so you should be just fine.   Without asking he gave my clit a good exercise and I sprayed my orgasm all over him.   I was in love with him all over again. 

He finished draining my breasts and I was ready to catch some sleep as the sun went down.   Teddy was talking to me and he was saying that he hopes his girl friend will be as nice to him as I am.   I told him that his girl friend might not want to ride a stallion’s cock but would be satisfied with riding his. 

He said that it would be nice.   I was jostled a couple of times during the night when the horse either went to the trough or went through some rough footing as he was grazing but he was giving me regular loads of cum into my vagina.   He was not quite as tight by morning and I was wondering if he was getting soft or I was stretching more.   Teddy said it was a little of both.   Each time he had a drink of water he emptied his bladder in me.   This was about 4 times the volume but just as warm.   Whenever Teddy led him to drink Teddy emptied my rapidly filling breasts.   He said that he could gain weight doing this. 

I asked him if he was having regular intercourse and cumming yet and he said that he was making donations daily to the sperm bank since he was so young, his sperm was 6 or 7 times as potent as a middle aged man’s semen. 

According to the microbiologist at the farm the most fertile semen is from a boy that had never cum before.   One load could fertilize a hundred women the sperm was so active that it only needed a single drop to be dropped on the exposed labia to do the job.   I told him that I would like to taste him sometime if he had a chance.   He said he would let me. The sun came up and we rode back to the compound. We began stopping when I felt the horse get ready to cum.   Teddy was hopping off to catch some of the cum as it came out and exciting my clit if I did not orgasm and catching it in his mouth.   We were at breakfast but we were not hungry. 

Tracy was excited since she had a good nights sleep and the 2 girls from the community were ready for their training.   The girl from the restaurant is here and another girl that I apparently had not noticed that was from the next farm. 

Brenda is the oldest daughter of 3 and she was a wonder to look at.   She is 5 foot 8 with brilliant red hair, red not orange.   She had prepared herself very carefully and had very nicely manicured nails with a Brazilian wax body trim.   Her hair was full and very healthy and her skin was completely flawless.   She had the figure and bearing of a very high level model.   Her voice was full and confident.   She said that she understood all of the practices that were before her and was committed to perform everything that was to be asked of her. 

Paula, Tracy and I took the girls outside for a little privacy while Bonnie and Mae kept the bishops occupied. Both of the girls told us that they had been prepared with the blood sacs and would be doing the full crossover with the girls in the congregation.   They also had been enhanced a little aside from having ridden as belly riders for the last year.   They had embedded implants that were capable of recording sounds and activity around them 24/7 for up to 10 months.   When it was activated when they leave the compound either of them would be non detectable listening bugs.   I asked them why, and Paula told me that about 5 percent of the girls that go to their crossover weekends are not seen or heard of for about 10 months.   There is word passed that they suffered an accident or had been hospitalized by the church because they had done something wrong.   They were returned to their parents about 10 months later in pretty fair shape but many of them were not able to get pregnant or had problems of one type or another. Their wombs and reproductive organs appeared to have been used, abused and born at least one child.   The girl never knew about anything and suffered amnesia not remembering any overt activities including being pregnant.   All of the girls have been extraordinarily attractive when they went to their crossover and all had been virgins.

This was upsetting to hear and I asked them.   “You are willing to submit yourselves to possible incarceration and subjected to whatever and bear a child with dire results and to have your memories of it erased?   For what?”

The red headed girl said.   “We wish to catch the individuals responsible for it.   You remember the computer link that we had with the archbishops?”

I said yes.

  “You remember the other figures in the background when they cleared the rooms?” 

I nodded.

“5 of them have been identified as girls from the crossovers before the meeting.   4 of the figures were from the week before.   We can beacon our position in response to coded radio inquiries if we are abducted.   Both of us are very fertile and have ovulated at least twice in the last 2 days.   If one or the other is taken from the crossover we can be tracked if we are awake and have a full bladder we can turn off the responder beacon by relieving ourselves for any reason.   It will respond only if we are conscious and are not drained, but not if we are unconscious although everything will be recorded.”

I gave them both hugs and asked if there was anything I could do to insure that they would succeed.   I recognized the redheaded girl as one of the computer operators that had been in the control room for the conference.   I asked them if they could try to do the fertility canon and as one they began a duet singing it.   They were great.   They had the crossover gowns already made for themselves and looked absolutely luscious.   The waitress had her buckle removed and the piercings were barely perceptible.   She said they were being erased and probably could not be seen at all when the ceremony was held.

We went back into the dining area and introduced the community candidates to the bishops.   The girls tried to act a little nervous without faking it and succeeded in charming them very easily.   Both of them told the bishops that they would have the pleasure of harvesting the first fruits of their bodies on Friday.   They were almost ready to pounce on them in the dining room but I ushered the girls out with the promise that the bishops could have their fun when it was time.

After dinner Tracy and I went to the church for the regular evening coupling service.   As promised all of the families were there of the young women and of the select men that would be doing the coupling.   There were only about 12 women on the altars.   All of the men had been drained within a half hour.   Tracy and I had not needed to clean ourselves out since the volume was so low.   We were hoping that Friday would be better for the 4 virgins and for us to check out the 4 men and select the 2 that would be crucified.

We got home early and as usual the bishops were ready.   They would not have the full enhancement treatment for Friday.   They would make semen like rabbits and would remain hard for about a total of two hours for the crossover services.   They commented that was better than usual.

Tracy and I interviewed the candidates for the crucifixion and they were better than any that we had seen at the coupling ceremonies.   Both of us tried them and each of us made our choices. 

The young men had not grown up in the town but had moved here when they were about 14 years old.   They had girl friends that had their crossovers within the last year but were not yet pregnant and did not wish to settle down yet.   When asked if they had miscarriages or just not pregnant and they said they had been taking natural birth control for the last 3 years.   Before their crossover they had worn a boar plug.

We told them that they were very smart women and would be a good catch for them.   “Will they be upset with our coupling in church?”

“We have talked about it and both of their girl friends would be at the couplings with the other young women.” 

We told them of their selections and asked if we might be able to provide some enhancements for them to use as part of the changes that were being done within the church? 

They said they would march with their fiancées to the park with the rest of the congregation.

We finished the selection and named our selections to the council.   We remained at the church for the 2 hours before the crossover ceremonies would begin.   We would do the ceremonies our breasts full of the sex accelerating milk.   The crucifixion candidates loved the snacks.

The ceremony started like they always did but this time there were 4 virgins for the Bishops to anoint.   This had not happened in this town for many years.   The last virgin they had was one of the secular girls.   Of the community women Brenda and Denise, they were set up with single fathers from the compound as escorts.

Each of the girls were anointed as they were called and each bloodied their altars as they had planned.   They spent the next 4 hours making sure that every man present was taken by them all.   When they were done the community women were definitely pregnant and the Venture women had already had their implant months before.    The only ones in the congregation that did not know they were virgins in fact were their boyfriends that had them before. 

I prayed for the safe return of them all.

Saturday was a rest day for us although Tracy and I both rode for about 4 hours and kept the bishops entertained.   The herpetologist had arrived with a few snakes that he assured were not females and should not lay eggs in me.   He had a semi see through life sized figure to show us what the snake would do to me inside and he needed to make some measurements to make certain that the dimensions would be a match. 

The abdomen of the model was flexible but could be opened.   The organs of that were not transparent were opaque but had the density of real ones and the womb and uterus were nearly transparent and made of a silicon rubber compound so they were flexible as well and closely resembled the real thing.   If the silicon ruptured, he said, so would I.   He said the model would be warmed and had been used to train the snake to be used to entering a woman and coiling up inside to keep warm as a burrow.   Many of the larger snakes used dead or dying animals for hiding and nesting since the decomposing flesh was a lot warmer than the surrounding terrain.   They even used them for food if they were starving if they had killed them. 

We would be using a constrictor that was just a little too small to kill me but if it felt it was being attacked while it was inside of me could tear me up very quickly.   From what he had found out in research the only women that took them into their bodies had been drugged for videos with date rape drugs. 

I told him that I wanted to do it for a video as the others had done.    There would be no body double and I would be carrying it around inside for a day or so.   There would be many scenes with the serpent plainly visible sticking it’s head out of my vagina as well as entering and leaving it.   I might on some occasions wish to be able to gently grasp the reptile and pull him out and at other times help the serpent enter me.   Other times he will need to enter me because he is looking for a warm place to curl up.

The herpetologist was sweating by this time.   Tracy offered to help him by relieving his stress.   He still had his clothes on and the rest of us were nude.   He was helped out of his clothes.   I asked for a small one to feel some of what it would feel like.   He selected one that was fairly large but only about 18 inches.   He said that that one had been fed the day before with a nice mouse.   He would not be hungry for a week or so.   It was gentle enough that if I opened myself for him and sat down with my knees spread and my feet tucked together about 6 or 8 inches in front of me.

I asked why sit that way? 

He said the serpent would need something to push against until he was about 3 inches inside of me.   After that he would be using my insides to push himself to the top of my uterus or my womb then turn around and come down to poke his head out.

I nearly had an orgasm thinking about this as he was telling me.   I sat on a pad against the wall and positioned myself for the experience with the smaller serpent.   I was dripping out of my vagina I was so excited.   The snake was positioned at my opening as I opened myself with 2 fingers.   His tongue was flickering at my opening as he smelled me.   He braced himself and slowly and deliberately slipped inside. 

Once his head was inside and he was moving.   I felt him moving around as he began bracing against one side then another.   My vagina was starting to go into spasms and he turned one way then the other.   He still had about 4 inches of his tail sticking out when I felt his head start to come back out.   I began a prolonged orgasm. 

I watched in moments where I was aware as his tail disappeared and his head came out about 4 inches and then he seemed to swell a little against my G spot and pulled back in until his head was just exposed.   I could see and feel why Eve was infatuated and lured by the serpent.   When I finally settled down I asked for help to stand up.   The serpent stayed where he was but just stretched sideways as if bracing himself.   When I finally was able to stand all of the way up I looked down and there was the serpent sticking out looking at our surroundings and looking like a slender cock with a funny looking head. 

The herpetologist told me to stroke him gently and he would not move as long as I did not make any sudden movements.   If I needed to urinate I would have to go down on my hands and knees and let him reposition himself and then go on the ground like a 4 legged animal.   I would have extreme difficulty defecating with the serpent inside.   The serpent might drop in the toilet and disappear.

I told him that I would be at least a day before I would need to do that.

When I spoke the snake wriggled and it was almost too much.   In about a half hour I was ready to let him out. 

I hunched down with my knees apart on my toes and after stroking him several times he relaxed and I was able to gently grasp him and slip him out.   I kissed the snake and put him back in his glass cage. This small snake was a fantastic experience.   I did want to clean up for dinner without inviting the snake into the dining area as my guest.

Paula passed word to me that the girls were still OK at the crossover center.   The girls from the congregation had failed to take the largest men in their trials and it was accepted that they would be returned home but would receive not the highest honors but would have the piercings. 

The waitress did get the piercings as well but no word had been heard of Brenda.   The locater was not activated so either she was asleep or unconscious or had emptied her bladder to escape any detection from the transponder.   In all probability she had been sent as a sex slave to the inner circle. 

We did not mention any of this to the Bishops.   The control room where the computers were was monitoring the video sources in the church computers and security systems to spot them if she showed up.

Dinner went as usual and word was sent that the three girls were on their way back and Brenda had a minor accident and would be in the hospital for a week or so before coming home.

Her “Father” had been notified and he put on a predictable display of grief and asked where she was at?   He was told that she was at a private hospital in Quebec Canada and that she would be just fine although she was under sedation for a bit. 

She would call when she was able.   The dad said that he hoped so since they were having lambing and he would have to stay at the farm for the next week.

Things were in motion.   The night was a bit fitful but everything was going as planned.

We arose just before sunup.   Denise was at the compound and the other 2 girls were at their homes.    Denise had been told that Brenda had passed out before the large men were introduced but had been in extremely good spirits up to the last break where she was last seen.   The audio was downloaded from her implant and clearly identified the persons that had given her piercings.   The sleeping and loss of conversation during the flights were also highlighted.

The girls had gynecological exams while they were flown to the crossover.   There were comments that yes indeed they had been virgins and the 2 girls from the congregation had implants for birth control.   The 2 outside girls had definitely been impregnated with multiple eggs.   They said that Denise had ovulated at least 4 times and Brenda was going to have a litter. They also commented on her absolute beauty.   Apparently the gynecological team had been hidden behind a partition and were not seen by the girls.

Mae took me to the edge of town and the Bishops to the church.   It was a bit cool and my nipples were erect and almost sore as soon as I got out of the Van.   
I jogged a little letting my breasts bounce a bit to get them warmed up.   I must have been quite a sight for the first block.   I was joined by a family in the first block with the woman and 2 girls laughing but they were jogging as I was.   The boy was laughing as well since he was having a rough time jogging with his gonads and cock going every which way.   The dad was taking it easy with easy strides even though it would not warm him up as quickly.

Others joined us and most only did the jogging for a little bit to get warmed up then settled into a lively walking pace.   There were even strollers being wheeled by naked families everyone of walking age or more was joining us.   As we got through town just about half of the population was in the parade.   The only clothes evident were the shoulder gowns of the women. 

There were 2 police cars, one outside each end of town to block any cars or traffic from coming into or through town.   It was posted under quarantine.   The 3 young priestesses had joined us along the route, along with their families.

The reception service began as expected and the three young women were received very graciously.   Denise would officiate the Fertility festival next week and the 2 congregation members would officiate at the next two weeks.   The fertility festivals would become a regular event as the young women returned from their crossovers.    The announcement was made of the 4th young woman having encountered extreme difficulties at her crossing over would be returning in the near future. 

The lessons were read and all of the young women were invited forward for the fertility festival conducted by our honored Priestess.   I stepped forward and the man to be crucified was led forward by the mock soldiers. 

He was strapped to the angled altar. 

I applied the topical enhancement gel that would keep him cumming for at least 4 hours and painfully hard the entire time.   Many ladies would have fun with him while he was hanging on the cross.   He performed admirably and he had just filled me when I felt the staff of Gabriel touch my anus.   The man operating the controls for the statue had done his homework and I hardly had to move as he filled me while I was still coupled.   As I was almost on I hooked the collar to the little hook and the transfer was complete.   I began the cannon and continued my orgasm as I was spraying everyone at the altars with my vaginal liquids and my milk from my full breasts.

The complete congregation was completely involved with their orgy.   Even the small children were giving and receiving oral sex from their peers. 

By the time I was exhausted they were done as well.   I refreshed myself with some pineapple juice and led the congregation outside.   2 by two the congregation joined us.    The bishops stayed as well as the council. 

The preparations for the second service was beginning as Tracy was leading the rest of the town to their service.   Two men from the farm had been deputized to man the roadblocks while the local policemen took part. 

The rest of the day was as Paula had described the sex ed class at the other town’s high school.   The videos were shown repeatedly in the auditorium at the grade school for the whole town. 

Live demonstrations of Belly riding and the boar plugs were being hosted at first by some of the younger pubescent girls from the local farm and from the one at Paula’s town.   This was, by afternoon, taken up by the younger girls from the congregation that had been using the method in private all along.

All of the women were cleaning themselves out and several wanted to try the horses.   They were being examined and placed on a waiting list to do the belly up method for the first 3 hours.   They knew how much it would be and their husbands were more than willing to pay it in cash. 

Many of the men also were interested in the male enhancements and were willing to pay up front for the 6 week regimen. 

I was ready to go back to the farm and begin the movie or at least practice it, in fact!   I might even practice the lines.

There were only a half dozen people around the farm when I got back.   I had borrowed one of the stallions that had a more forgiving enhancement and the woman had been able to slip off without hurting anything.   He was very nice for the 6 mile ride.

I removed the harness and gave him some oats, a grooming and washed and dried him since he had gone soft and retracted.   Once he was in the stall I made my way to the building where the herpetologist had his snakes.   He was in the process of running the serpent he had selected for me in the dummy.   I was glad to see him perform. 

He went inside the same way the other one went into me but this one was at least twice as big.   He went in all of the way and pushed the top of the uterus a bit before turning and coiling around.   His body went into the dummy following the route that the head had.   Once his head neared the vaginal opening he began curling the rest of the body inside until there was only about 6 inches of the tail outside then he stuck his head out before pulling in the rest of the tail.   He brought out the head and began sticking his tongue out smelling around.   He came out a bit more and turning his head to where the clit was began to nuzzle it until it sprayed.   I remarked that it was a very nice snake.

The herpetologist said “I thought you would like that!   He could do that for weeks on end as long as you do not pee on him as the salt would not do him any good.   He would like the nutrition of your vaginal fluids as much as you apparently enjoy consuming a man’s cum.   Many reptiles respond well to human hormones especially sexual response hormones.”

He asked me if I would like to try to make friends with him now.

I do indeed!

He suggested that I pet him for a few minutes while he turned the temperature down on the dummy so he would be a little more inclined to leave to find a warm place.

I began stroking him on the head and gradually he moved out about 8 inches so I could put my hands around him and begin to help him out of the dummy.   He was just over 4 foot long and 3 inches wide at the widest. 

The herpetologist suggested that I sit in a lounge chair with my legs in the open lotus again and let him take his time entering me.He also suggested that I not bother opening myself up for him to enter.   

I was almost feverish by this time and I asked him to turn on the digital recorder that was set up looking at where I would be sitting.    I sat down in a relaxed position and laid down the snake between my open legs.   The serpent smelled my sex and knew what to do.   I was watching him with one eye and the monitor with the other.   He tickled my clit and my sex opened immediately for him. His head vanished with a rush and I let out an astonished cry and I was off and climbing almost out of my mind. 

I had plenty of lubrication inside from the horse cum and my own juices but I generated a lot more as he filled me up and I felt him pressing my cervix as he kept pulling in side of me.   The pressure did not diminish as I felt him turn inside as I was still being filled sideways.   I felt his head go back past my G spot and stop just short of my vaginal lips as he kept filling me up.   My stomach was swollen with his total volume.   Finally his head forced it’s way back out and the tail vanished.   As he reached around and began tasting my clit and even chewing on it with his toothless jaws that I knew could bite through small bones by crushing them I gave him what he wanted and I nearly lost consciousness. 

I was petting and stroking him like I would have done a cock of a male partner except he was sticking out of me when I came back to earth.   I asked how long it had been and he said a little over a half hour.   I asked for something to drink and he suggested I have some juice and then go get something to eat. 

He handed me the juice.   I looked in the monitor and I looked like I was at least 4 months pregnant with my belly.   He said that with the belly riding I had been doing and the hormone levels that I had been sustaining my uterus had stretched substantially and was extremely flexible.   In all likelihood the real Eve had not had a snake larger than the one that I had earlier.   “The kitchen is open and Herman would like to go there with you while you have a bite to eat.”

I was not quite certain how I would get up without exciting my visitor but it was suggested that I move my legs together and he would pull his head for cover.   I did and he did.   It felt fantastic.   I turned sideways and was able to stand with a minimal effort with the 25 pounds of extra body weight.   As I stood I definitely could not see my belly button.   Once I was standing straight I felt him stick his head out and look around.   I reached down and tickled him under and behind his head.   He came out far enough for me to see him.   He stayed looking out in front as I made my way to the door. He was wriggling inside as I walked and found the best way was to walk with an easy sway to the hips.   It felt really sexy.   I made my way to the kitchen and went in. 

Several of the computer people were there and saw the snake sticking out of me about 10 inches and came over and congratulated me on sticking with the experiment.   They were certain that the video would work great with a full volunteer doing the Eve part.   They said they would have fun animating the serpent to the voice-over. 

I sat on 2 chairs so Herman could look around and not be threatened from me sitting on his nose.   I ate some more yogurt and some pudding that had been made from the woman milk as I put the breast pump on my own full breasts.   I asked the computer people if they had heard anything new about Brenda? 

They said not too much but she had activated the locater and she was located at the quarters of the archbishops.   They had not yet identified which one she was with or been able to download an audio feed.   She was conscious and she needed to urinate or go to sleep for the locater to turn off.   I asked where the locater implant was and they told me in her bladder.   It was activated as a transponder by her brain activity along with the bladder pressure and fueled by the salt in her urine.   I told them that I definitely hoped she was going to be OK and unharmed when she is returned.   I think I want to be there when the civil authorities descend on the archbishops when they are arrested and charged for kidnapping and everything else.   I want to be just like this when I read the charges to them.   Herman will be my witness on this.

They didn’t think the federal officials would allow that but it would be suggested.   I would have to change my identity after being on the witness stand it if did.   

I told them I would want to testify as I am on the witness stand if it would help the young women that had been harmed by them.

They said that it would not be a good idea because someone might not take me seriously. 

Thinking about it I told them they were right.   The snake would have to go after the video was made.

I asked if anyone had the script for me to read?   One of the girls went to a computer and said it would be coming out of the printer in a minute or so.   I wanted to go outside and relax in the sun and read it.   I took a glass of woman milk and cum blended together and made my way outside to the edge of the pool.   Herman did not care for the direct sunlight so he stayed inside as I settled down.   A beach umbrella was available and I used it.   I settled in with my drink and Herman slid out about 10 inches gently settling in to the new positions and surroundings.   As I read the script he twice nibbled my clit to give him some liquid refreshment.   One time I aimed a little milk at his opened mouth and he seemed to enjoy it as well. 

The story was very thrilling and erotic and gave me a real sense of purpose that I had thought I had understood so well.   The earliest scenes with the unicorn coupling and then the conversation with the serpent I could easily visualize and hoped the motions of Herman would be done faithfully in the finished product.   I could easily see Mae or several other older women playing the aging Eve and the child birthing by any of several women around the town or compound. 

Michael, the herpetologist woke me from my reverie and suggested that I help Herman to exit my birth   cavity so it could be fully recovered by the time the earlier scenes were done of the video.   They will be done tomorrow in the greenhouse and around the compound it would take 2 days to make sure everything was captured for editing.   This surprised me since I thought that all I would have to do is pet him and gently pull him out. 

“Not a serpent of this size.   He will need to be fooled into thinking that you are getting colder than the surrounding air.   You will indeed be very chilled and may even lose consciousness with hypothermia.   To begin with you will need to feed a small tube into yourself as far in as you can feed it.   The tube will be folded when you push it in next to Herman.   We will pump a saline solution through the tube to cool your insides and chill the snake.   This will rapidly lower your core temperature and hopefully he will get the idea and begin to push out with help.   If he does not and decides to go to sleep and hibernate you will be cooled to about 45 degrees and will slip into a suspended coma like heart transplant patients.   You will take a few days to recover from this.

“Let’s get it over with.   As thrilling as he is inside me, I don’t think he needs to set up housekeeping.”

We went to the lab and I lay on the table where we planned to remove the snake from my vaginal tract.   2 of the young girls were there to assist. 

I began slipping the tubing inside as I petted Herman.   One of the girls was also making herself known to the serpent. As she let him smell her hand and begin petting him as well.   He did not pay any attention to the tubing slipping inside me.   I had gotten about 18 inches inside when they told me to begin gently pulling on him to coax him out some more as the heat lamp was on a fairly low setting between my legs and I felt the chilled liquid begin to circulate through me.   In about 10 minutes I was getting shivers and feeling very cold and shivering but Herman was coming along to a new warm resting place inside the warm dummy.   as he was starting to curl inside the dummy the chill was turned off.   I went to sleep for the rest of the night.   And dreamed very erotic and disturbing dreams. 

The next morning the bishops and Paula woke me up and asked if I felt like starting the video project today.   I felt well rested but my breasts were sore needing to be emptied.   At breakfast, I went over the first part of the script and said that all of the scenes prior to the snake should be done as quickly as possible.   I would do the early bestiality scenes with the wolfhound and the unicorn before the snake.

Teddy greeted me as I went to the cleanup area and asked him for his ministrations.   He said that he was glad that I was feeling good after the snake was removed.   He had kept his distance when he saw the snake in me yesterday while I was reading the scripts. 

“Snakes especially large snakes make me very nervous.   That one I know could kill me if he got a hold of me.”

I asked how he knew that and he told me he had seen that one kill one of the goats. 

“It was outside of it’s cage hunting and one of the yearling rams had started nosing around and the snake had dropped on the goat from a tree and crushed the goat by wrapping around its chest and neck.   It had squeezed until it snapped its spine.   Once it was done it bit the penis off the ram and ate it along with it’s gonads.   It left the rest for whatever.   It was thought that it would have come back after dark and gone inside and curled up to feast as the carcass stated to decay.   

I was afraid that it might tire of you feeding him with your vaginal fluids and begin to feed on your clit or breasts.   Another fear was he might strain something inside of you and cause some bleeding then begin to feed on you on the inside.   There are many places inside that have no serviceable nerve endings that he could take a mouthful and you would not know it until you were too far gone to save. 

I was listening to Michael and one of the other biologists and both of them are getting concerned at the probability of something like that happening.   They have pretty much decided that when you do the video with the snake inside you they will have a sacrificial ewe to take the snake from you when they begin to cool you.   They will not use the tube in your uterus but in your bowels to cool your core.   The snake may get too troublesome.   The next cavity he goes into after you he will be violent and begin nesting.   The ewe will be a corpse when he is done.”

“But you said it is a he!”

“Most snakes are bisexual in that they can be either sex and do produce and or fertilize their own eggs if another viable snake is not present.   If he laid eggs in you he would kill you to insure the eggs are hatched in a safe place that is warm and has plenty of food.” 

“I kissed him and asked if he would do me the honor of checking me to make sure that nothing like that had happened.”

“I already did as you were being warmed up.   It is kind of fun being my size since I have been trained and become familiar with the female reproductive organisms.   The doctor uses me for most of the gynecological examinations.   I am small enough that I can guide the fiber optic scans inside of most women without doing any harm at all.   Even some of the very young girls that are pubescent prefer me to a specula and opening them up inside for visual scans.”

I told him that I really appreciated him and his use of his talent and compassion.   By the way I would like to thank you for watching over me the other night as well.   It was a very pleasant experience for me. 

Your milk was a real treat for me.   The next morning when I made my donation of sperm I just kept filling the beaker.   I have never produced so much volume. 

Have you heard anything of Brenda since she was located?

She was pinpointed at a specific archbishops’ quarters and has been visually identified.   From monitoring she may be allowed to call her father with a story.   She is playing dumb on everything but she is emptying her bladder about every 2 hours.   Like she is trying to cut the transponder off to cut down chances of detection.   The computer that she is near is not equipped to relay or download her audio recording so we do not know all that has happened to her yet. 

One of the computers in the clinic at the complex had monitored 2 of the physicians and they had mentioned that one of the young priestesses had apparently been extremely fertile and they had harvested 12 eggs from her womb. They had been transplanted as viable fertilized eggs to other women.   That would mean that I have at least a dozen nieces and nephews being born in about 9 months.

That is good news and means that she may be returned soon and not be held until after she has born a child or a litter that she would not remember.

That is one way of looking at it I guess.   I sure miss my sister and have been worried that she would be harmed in some way to permanently harm her.   She is only 15 and has already completed her credits for going to school next fall and serving her time as an intern in medical research as a microbiologist.

This surprised me that she was a full year younger than all of the girls that I had known that went to a crossover.   I knew her beauty was startling and almost exuberant.   She seemed much more mature than most all of them and now I knew she was also much more intelligent than any of them I had ever known.

I also knew that for her safe return, we would have to be very careful with what we did know of her status and whereabouts.   The bishops must not be aware of any of the details we now knew.   Only our genuine concerns for her safety.

Teddy and I talked a bit more about the video and what we were going to do with it and decided that timing would be everything for the next couple of days.

“I think we should arrange to have the video shot according to our script before I change my mind on the whole thing.   Shall we see?”

After conferencing with the crew and the biologist we decided to do the shooting in the afternoon while it was still a bit warm outside.

The bishops were made aware of our concerns about Brenda and they assured us that they had been in contact and was faring well.    They said they hoped she would be home in 2 or three days.

The wolf hound was ready and I was anxious to get the early parts over with.   He was large for a dog type animal but even his grapefruit sized knot, while it held satisfactorily, the cum was prolific.   
I was basically unimpressed compared to the horses.   The shooting went without any emergencies or surprises.   The unicorn, a good stallion with an attached horn that almost looked real, kept loosing his horn as he got excited and began neighing as he was getting ready to shoot in me.   We had to work him up and do the shoot 5 times to get it right.   The sun had gone down by that time and it was cooling off.   The shoot with the snake would be in the morning.   We needed it cool with sunlight.

Morning began at 5 am with a light breakfast.   I was ready and so were rest of the crew for the video shoot.   The snake was not real happy about being brought out of his nice warm cage inside to the tree that we were to use and being put on the branches to begin his seduction of Eve.   His extra movements and flaring and hissing made for good action to dub in the dialog however.   He was being photographed by 5 different cameras as he made his way to my vagina as I was standing next to the tree talking too him reciting the script.   I merely opened my legs slightly for him to gain access and begin to force himself inside.   I was living the part and he felt as good as the snake in the bible had promised to be.   He took his position inside of me and poked his head out about 6 or 8 inches and nibbled on my clit as I gushed on him he seemed satisfied as I added more script and began walking to the tree to take the apple.   He wanted to look at it and I passed the apple in front of him and he hissed at it.   I took a bite and walked to my Adam and we talked about the fruit of knowledge and gave it to him to eat.   I walked past the ewe and grasped the snake and knelt with the head next to the ewe and he got the idea of changing habitat.   I was done with the snake. The ewe ambled off before the snake started to poke it’s head out and only made it about 100 foot before the sheep was dead.   One camera caught all of the action of the ewe. 

This was enough for us today.   We would let the editors do their magic and put all of the dialog and dubbing together.   None of us would do any more snake things ever.   There were only a few more minor scenes to do for the rest of the story and we were done with them by noon.

Tracy and I helped with another enhancement treatment for the bishops and this time they had a long term enlargement injections combined with a semen booster.   We noticed that their semen was very weak but had a lot of volume.   Tracy and I were giving the bishops all of our milk and that helped but we were still feeling a testosterone depletion.   We were each receiving extra horse cum to drink for hormone replacement since we were not getting any from the bishops in their semen.

By the next afternoon they were back to normal although they were permanently larger than they were before. 

Tracy and I again asked the bishops when we may see Brenda again?   They asked for and used their cell phone contacting the council.   They asked for some privacy and we heard a rather lively exchange with whoever they were talking too.   In about a half hour they came out of the room they had gone into and promised she would be back tomorrow. 

They were still not able to respond sexually after their marathon episode of the last 30 hours so we retired early as tomorrow Both Tracy and I would be taking 2 of the larger stallions for an extended period since our 3 month trial with the bestiality experiment was nearly over.

We were up as sunrise and were ready for some peace and quiet and meditation with the horses.   Teddy and one of the other boys from town that was a little younger would be looking after our needs as we were mounted.   It was not like it was a full time job although there were 4 other women that would be trying it for about the same amount of time.   We had decided since 2 of the women were from the town that we would even ride together around the surrounding country side. 

One of the town women was a little on the heavy side and had tremendous breasts.   She had never ceased to lactate since she had her first child after her crossover and she had 3 other children since.   She liked the experience of coupling with the horses and had decided to begin using the horses for her birth control since the artificial methods made her very ill and she did not wish to be made a full time baby factory.   She had been given the option of having her eggs harvested but she said she did not have the necessary physical characteristics to be an egg donor.   Yes, she was not particularly attractive or athletic or excessively brilliant but she had a good and forgiving nature.   She had donated a batch of 30 eggs once stimulated, but they were being kept in storage for her family.   Her family had a farm on the other side of the town but they did not have many facilities aside from primarily agricultural production.   They had a couple of chickens, cows and goats but none of the larger animals.   Her brother had a couple of horses and she had convinced him to donate 2 of his retired stallions to the venture farms in exchange for stud services and any fees that may be derived from stud fees for race horses.   He was going to have the stallions sold to a slaughterhouse because, in his opinion, all retired race horses were good for was dog food.   She and Tracy would be riding those horses.

We asked the bishops again when Brenda would arrive and they told us that she would arrive at the airstrip at town about 6:00 PM. 

The horses were ready by the time we had had breakfast and prepared ourselves.   We were going to try for between 18 and 24 hours at this time. Teddy fed the catheters into us and showed the new town boy, called Bobby, how to do it explaining to him all the steps and why they were so important to the woman for her comfort and safety.   He asked why the catheter was inserted into our urethra and he explained that without it is was almost as bad as if he took a big rubber band and stretched around his cock to stop him from peeing.   With the catheter inside our bladder we had no restriction and would pass the urine soon after our kidneys tried to dispose of the waste from our bodies.

One at a time the six of us mounted our horses and the boy had seen it before at the town demonstration but not up close and personal.    He was getting a solid education.   We were not using any catheters up our rectums since we would not generate that much in the next 24 hours.   We did add catheters into our womb for much the same reason as Teddy had told the boy about the rubber band except we were the rubber band for the horse.   They would be enhanced and locked onto us for the duration.   The end of their phallus would be swelled inside of our womb past our cervix.   Each of us had our orgasms before Michael gave the stallions their injections. 

Teddy gave demonstrations to his protégé on how to give us some relief by suckling on our breasts when it was time for us to relieve ourselves.   We had just drained everything at breakfast but the large woman was already to give better than a mouthful of her enhanced milk to sample.

Each of us had additional orgasms as the horses swelled in us and locked into our wombs.   They would be giving us full loads of cum every 20 minutes as long as they were locked into us.   The other new town woman had not been stretched fully to her mount and was a bit uncomfortable at the over 3 inches in diameter cock that she was now locked onto.   We assured her that the damage would not be permanent and she would get used to it shortly.   She said, “If am permanently damaged it is fine with me, I only want oversized cocks anyway.”

She had 3 children also and had never really shrunk down from having any of them.   Once she had begun hormone treatments at the Venture farm she had shrunk substantially to her original sizing.   Her husband was the proprietor of the feed store in town and since their children were big enough to help him with the store and Bobby was his son with other ideas, the both of them had relished the idea of incorporating bestiality into her daily life.   With barely 2 weeks since the changeover in the church and changing the sexuality platforms of the town women some of them added multiple sex and others diminished their activities or changed them a little.

As we were adjusting to our mounts we talked and I mentioned that Brenda would be back at 6:00 this evening at the airport.   Several of the women asked if they could go meet her.   I saw no reason why not since she was familiar with the practice.   We would leave it up to her how to come back to the farm, on top of a horse or in a car.   There would be one to bring her back home.   We would not go into town until late afternoon but would ride around the property until time to meet her.   Bobby and Teddy followed us on mares of their own with their chaps on.   Within 2 hours we were feeling like we wanted to be milked and the boys drank their fill we needed to finish emptying ourselves and let the extra milk go to waste since we had no refrigeration.   Our lunch at the house would be with the milking machines.   Both Teddy and Bobby would be making sperm donations.

I talked with Teddy about me wanting to get pregnant within the next month or so and he said he would be happy to do it for me when I was ready if my chosen man was not able to give me a child the first month.   I told him that I would be honored to have him give me a child as he said.   If Todd was not able for some reason I knew this young man could make me very pregnant with only a passing squirt.   We also talked about the serpent and I thanked him for the eye opening on some of the habits of the larger snakes.

He confirmed that the ewe was almost immediately killed when he went into her and she had bled out internally.   It would have only been a matter of moments before he would have turned on me and I would have met the same fate even though I might have lived a little longer.   She had died without any pain.   She just went unconscious without warning.

After covering half of the far end of the farm opposite the town we decided at lunch to make our way through the adjoining farms toward town after lunch. 

After lunch I put on my priestess gown and ornaments that went with my belly rider buckle.   One of the hands loaded 6 of the small milking machines into a van and took them to the second farm toward town for us to use in another 2 hours.   Demand for our milk was going up rapidly around the neighboring towns.   The bishops assured us that Brenda would be on time.

This was a Friday night and there would be two of the girls going to their crossover weekend so the plane would take them after bringing Brenda.   One of these was one of the farm girls.   Both of them were trained and were aware of what they would be asked to do and would bleed like virgins.   They would have matrons going with them.   The bishops had never seen either of them, did not know of the farm girl but would be officiating.

As we walked around on the horses we were getting very familiar with the lead up to the horses cumming in us and we would tell the boys and they would have a recloseable   bag to capture the majority of the cum flowing out of the catheter in our womb.   We were used to drinking part of it and we did.   A steady diet of this and we would be as big as a blimp within a month or so.   Bobby came also as he was holding the bag and I pointed his penis at my breasts and covered them.   He asked me if I wanted more he could give me some the next time around in a bag.   He had already over a cup in his saddlebag.   I told him that I would appreciate it but only if it was less than 1/2 hour old.   He said he had been cumming every 10 minutes or so almost all day. He had not gone soft since he had breakfast and came to the barn and seen the women.

I told Teddy that the families really should recruit one of the young girls that wanted sex and were using the boar plug to work with them in helping satisfy the both of them at least for a while until boys like Bobby could get more comfortable.   Walking around fully enlarged all of the time could not be comfortable for them.   He said two of the girls were available but they both were both being given plugs that morning and would not be able until tomorrow.   They were afraid to do it with the older girls since they would in all likelihood get pregnant because they were so fertile.   Bobby had not had any enhancements and was only a little over 3 inches long so he was embarrassed to do it in front of or into an adult woman.   He had only started this morning and was just beginning to learn about what women liked and would tolerate from him.

I agreed that he was just learning and he would be quite a bit longer to finally get to where Teddy was at but because of his size it would be really hard for any of us women to even give him more than oral sex relief for today.   With the cum and the milk he had drank from us he would be on maximum overload sexually for a day or so even if he took a break from us right now.   We would drop him off at his home in town and have one of the girls join us if one of them would be available. 

He has a sister that is a year older that has started on a boar last week and she might be of help.

I told him that might be a possibility but she would need her father’s permission as well as her mother’s.   Her mother was one of the women on one of the other horses in the group.   She had been listening and broke in.

“She might help but she is not too comfortable with her nudity yet and her father might not agree.   He about had a fit when she told us she wanted to couple with the boar.   She was a virgin and he wanted to make certain that she would remain a virgin.   She is not able to take birth control because they make her quite ill.   The told her father that if a complete hymen is all that made her a virgin then she would break it with a hairbrush and be done with it.   She did not want to get pregnant until she was ready and she might just like sex with boys when she was ready and not when he was ready, referring to her father.

He was outraged and sent her to her room.   In 3 minutes she used the hairbrush and ran to the bathroom dripping blood on the floor.   3 days later she had her period.   Seven more days and she had her boar.   2 other girls had theirs the same day so they watched each other.   Her father made up with her and she agreed to have the blood sac added before her crossover but that would 3 more years down the road.   She said her older boy would not be usable in his brother’s place since he was just like his father and even wanted to drop out of school and work with his dad in the store. 

The problem was resolved at the next farm where the milking machines were dropped off for us. 

The boys put the horse cum in the refrigerator and met one of the farm girls that neither had ever met.   She was 11, like Teddy, and had coupled with their boar a week ago.   Her name was Gretchen.   She was a pretty little girl that showed no signs of shyness.   She knew of the belly riders but had not helped to service them.   She did not mind servicing the 2 guys while she learned.   She had her own horse and would join us for the rest of our adventure even over night.   She would wear chaps like the boys and a vest since it would be cool at night even in a saddle although they planned on bedding down and do shifts watching us.   The tanner at the farm had made saddlebags for the milking machines and their batteries.   We would be carrying them with us and would be ready to use when needed.

When we arrived at the outskirts of town the changes we had instigated were already being adopted.   The farm girl and the 2 matrons along with the girl from the congregation were waiting on the edge of town to do their procession for the crossover.   They asked us to accompany them. 

Tracy and I led the procession and the other ladies followed the foursome.   We did the procession the length of town and back to the church.   When we stopped at the entrance the parents and the rest of the congregation that would have been inside had come outside to do the ceremony outside.   Several other families had joined us as we had marched through the town and they joined in.   The other women on the horses were asked to observe although I was able to participate with part of the service even coupled to the horse.   Both of the bishops had their virgins that evening so they were happy. 

As our part was finishing, and the 4 women were taking part in their crossover coupling, we headed to the airport.   The plane was landing as we arrived.   Brenda was escorted off the plane and was surprised to see us.   She was gowned as a priestess.   She greeted all of the belly riders and playfully gave all of us a squirt of her milk and we returned with several of our own.   Brenda was tempted to join us on top of the horses but she was still pretty tired and decided to go back to the farm in the car. 

We stopped in town and the boys serviced our breasts with the milking machines and retrieved some horse cum with the packets.   Bobby’s sister gave a hand and took the milk pouches to the store and put them in the cooler to be taken and processed later. 

One of the town women, unable to produce her own milk for her infant, came to us and received several days supply on the spot along with one of the women feeding her hungry child.   She agreed to come to the Venture farm to be screened and be given a treatment for her hormonal balance if she was able. 

Gretchen serviced Bobby and Bobby’s sister took Teddy.   Her father was not present but he had told her that if she wished to go with her mother for the night she could go and camp out.   She had her gear and she shared the saddle with Teddy.   Her gear was in Gretchen’s saddlebag.   Teddy was her first male she had ever had sex with.   She was definitely hooked on sex.

The horses were slowing down a bit on the frequency of their ejaculations so we made it back to a nice camping spot on the nearest farm to the town to let the horses graze as we slept.   It was a nice grassy clearing with a watering trough instead of a stream.   Both of the girls joined the boys in servicing us, nursing from our breasts and sharing the horses cum by drinking from the catheters as they filled us.   Neither of them had ever thought of mounting a horse like this but both said it was not without reason that they might at some time.   We heard the plane take off to go to the crossover with the 4 women. 

We slept in until a little after sunrise with sore breasts and had the kids milk us.   They had fallen asleep as well.   Within a few minutes all of us were full of enhanced milk and horse cum.   We were ready to head back to the Venture farm to hear the rest of the story from Brenda and her memory chip recording.

Brenda had the seat of honor at the breakfast table after we arrived back at the farm and finished our 24 hour coupling.   The horses began getting soft on the last mile on the road but we were able to stay coupled until back at the barns.   We cleaned up and went in for a sit down meal.

Brenda’s chip had been downloaded and left very little for surprises.   She had been drugged and spirited out of the crossover center when she went to her room for her piercings. 

She had been pregnant with her ovaries working on overdrive with over a dozen eggs.   She had not been taking men through her cervix. 

When it was discovered her cervix was as tight as it was she was sent to the church headquarters to have her fertilized eggs harvested and transplanted to other women.   An additional 30 eggs were taken from her to be inseminated and inserted into other women as well. 

She was also coupled with all of the archbishops in their quarters before she was given a lecture of indoctrination.   She would have had her memory erased of all of the events from the crossover and on except for the warning from the bishops over the telephone.   If they had wiped her memory the chip would have told the story and charges would have been made at the highest levels for prosecution.

As it is, she is now an honored member of the church.   She now has obligations although she will be able to pick and choose her schedule.   She will receive her college scholarship. 

Brenda said that she will only do a few of the fertility festivals.   She will be full time at the university in the fall. 

Meanwhile our trial to experiment with the bestiality was ending. 

In all likelihood Tracy and I would be reviewing other congregations around the regions of the church and evaluating their ongoing customs and activities. 

Other towns and congregations would be changing their attitudes and begin seeing themselves in a different light.   Most congregations would be producing a high level priestess at least once a year and many of them much more often.   Gone would be the one or 2 per decade for the whole church.   And gone would be the 16 year old deadline for deflowering young women with mass couplings. 

There would still be mass coupling but the women would be really wanting it for personal reasons and not just because their parents or the church elders wanted a piece of them.

I returned to my parental home and followed the instructions from Venture in regards to my vaginal care.   I made regular trips monthly to Venture and finally they declared that I was now able to actually conceive and bear a child.   I coupled with Todd for a month of almost continuous sex and then tested positive for my pregnancy test.

In 2 months I was found to be pregnant with fraternal twins.   A boy and a girl.   We got married and settled in. 

I was still making 2 trips a week to the crossover retreats for the younger girls and the changes we were making were spreading across the country.   There were many more full priestesses going through the crossovers and the rules for their bondage was drastically reduced.   Most of them began to reduce their lifetime commitment to the act of the festival to 3 or four months instead of a 2 year cycle.

New things had evolved regarding the utilizing the airplanes for the transportation of the church personnel.   They had begun to use the facilities of the Woodenhorse and Venture group with the DNA screenings and donor program. 

A dozen of the hospitals affiliated with the church that did transplants, were now networked for donors and recipients through the screening processes. 

Once the program was expanded, Bernice from Woodenhorse received a perfect donor match from a young girl across the country that started in on her crossover weekend but had an aneurysm in her brain turned her into a vegetable.   She had not been caught for nearly 20 minutes on her crossover. 

She had been flown to Venture and held on life support for 15 hours until Bernice had her new breasts, bladder, and vaginal organs implanted.   There were 8 other women also with perfect matches, had new kidneys, livers, eyes and other organs implanted to live better and more productive lives.

In memoriam:   This story was dictated to the author by Mary for the purpose of transcription and editing in January of 2010.

According to her wishes the story was not to be released unless the main characters in the story, mainly Her, her life partner, parents, sibling and spouse met untimely deaths. 

Unfortunately this has transpired in the following 18 months.   The prime characters in this story have met deaths in auto accidents, fires, and other natural or transportation disasters.   No criminal charges have been filed.