Chapter 34: The Reverend Disciplines His Dyke Daughter

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

T. Ropex
We appeared in...

“Is this a church?” I asked, looking around at the room. It had rows of chairs with padded seats. There was a dais behind me with an altar covered in a white cloth. Two young women, eighteen or nineteen, were on the floor before it, working on some sort of banner.

They were decorating it with glue.

“It is,” the AI replied.

“Interesting,” I said, studying the girls.

One had black hair. She was dressed in jeans and a baggy T-shirt. Nothing tight to show off her body. She had glasses and was sprinkling glitter across the banner so that it stuck to the glue that she had already applied.

The other girl was a redhead with so many freckles on her face, they sometimes merged into ugly splotches. She wore jeans, too, and a sweater with the sleeves rolled up. She was cutting out stars in different colored construction paper from a pile beside them.

“How’s the banner going, girls?” asked a man. He wore black pants and a black shirt with a starched, white collar. That was priest-like. He wore glasses and had dark hair.

“Fine, Dad,” the black-haired girl said. She leaned back. “See.”

“Very nice,” he said and glanced at his watch. “I have to step out for about an hour.”

“Adjusting the scenario,” said the AI.

Jessica Johnson
“Oh, sure, Dad,” I said. “Nothing serious? I thought you were going to help us hang it.”

“When I get back,” he said. “You have all the supplies you need.”

“I know where I can get more if we run out,” I told him, smiling at him. “I grew up in his church.”

A wave of heat washed over me. I blinked as my friend Anita gasped. She suddenly had a lot, lot fewer freckles. Poor Anita always hated how they made her face blotchy, but now she had a light dusting of freckles because...

She always had just a light amount of freckles. What a dumb thought to think she wouldn’t. A light amount of freckles and nice, ripe tits that I just want to bury my face into and motorboat in them. That top is really showing them off.

I don’t want to bury my face between my friend’s breasts! this stupid voice gasped as if I hadn’t done that to Anita or Grace or Rachel or Laura or Mrs. Beaverton. She had big, soft, MILF titties. Mommy knockers. I’m not into girls at all. I would never do those things!

I shoved down those stupid thoughts. They were retarded. I loved tits and butts and cunts. Mmm, cunts were the best. I had been a dyke since I turned eighteen a year ago, and I had seduced so many women at my father’s church. If he ever found out...

“You’re going to be good, right?” Dad asked. He was such a boor. Be good. Don’t sin. Get married to a boy. Eww, gross.

I want to get married to a man! protested this voice.

I stared at Anita in that tight, low-cut top. I knew Daddy wasn’t happy with her wearing that top or that skirt. Her tights weren’t actually tights, either, but thigh-highs. Just like the ones I wore. They weren’t nylons beneath my short skirt. I arched my back, almost daring Dad to comment on the boob job that Mrs. Beaverton paid for.

She loved my new, firm, and big titties. I wore a tight belly shirt, showing off my midriff. I smiled innocently at Dad like I was still his pure and precious little girl. He stared down at me and back at Anita.

“Okay, I’ll be back in an hour,” he said, glancing down at the banner.

“We’ll be done by then,” I said, hungering to eat my friend’s pussy right here in the worship hall. That was my newest kink.

That’s horrifying, the aggravating voice squeaked. She sounded like who I used to be before I blossomed. This is a church.

I pushed it down so far that I would never hear it again.

T. Ropex
“My, my,” I said to the transformation of the girls. The redhead was quite delicious with just a light dusting of freckles and a nice pair of tits she showed off. The reverend’s daughter now had bleached-blonde hair and huge tits.

Big and fake. The sort a human woman should have. This was how they were supposed to dress, too. I could tell she had sinful ideas. Her father wasn’t comfortable with them. He looked uneasy with his daughter’s clothes now.

“Be good,” he said.

“Yes, Dad,” she said, rolling her eyes. Her lips were so red and glossy now. Her big boobs rose and fell in the tight top. Her skirts were shorts, but she wore dark nylons over her legs.

“We’ll be good, Reverend,” said the redhead. She started cutting out another star, humming happily. She didn’t look like she was a horny trollop like the reverend’s daughter. She rubbed glue on the back of her star and put it on the banner.

The reverend sighed and turned, walking out of the church. The doors closed. His daughter leaned back and stared at the door. She seemed to be listening for something. There was a duller thud as if metallic doors were closing.

She smiled.

The redhead glanced up. “What?” Her eyes fluttered. “Wait, what?”

The reverend’s daughter arched her thin eyebrow. She licked her lips.

“No, no, not here,” gasped the redhead as the reverend’s daughter crawled past the banner with this hungry look in her eyes. A predator’s wicked gleam. “You can’t. We’re in church, Jessica.” “Alone in church,” she purred and kissed her friend.

Wonderful, but this couldn’t be kinky enough. The AI had something else in store.

Jessica Johnson
Anita’s lips melted to mine. She was such a little whore for what I could do for her. A virgin, she had never even masturbated until I got my hands on her. I made her squeal in delight. Now she was a dyke-slut like me.

She broke the kiss, gasping, “We’re in church! God’s house!”

“Yes, I know,” I cooed and buried my face into her cleavage. The warmth of her breasts spilled around my face as I shoved down her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra like me.

I hoped she forgot her panties, too. I did.

Cream dripped down my inner thighs from my shaved pussy as I rubbed my face back and forth into her cleavage. It was so nice to do that to her. She whimpered as I did that. I loved it so much as I motorboated back and forth. I kissed at her flesh.

“Jessica!” she gasped and rose to her feet. She stood over me, her red hair swaying around her face. “What the heck! We’re at church!”

“I know,” I purred and shoved my head up between her thighs. Her tights rubbed on my cheeks before I felt the bare skin of her inner thighs. The sweet scent of her pussy filled my nose. I found her wet cunt and kissed her hot flesh.

“Jessica!” she squeaked and jumped back, her skirt sliding over the back of my head. She hit the pew and sat down hard on the wood. She gasped, her legs spreading wide. I stared with hunger at her cunt and crawled forward. “No!”

“Yes,” I moaned.

T. Ropex
“You replaced the chairs with pews,” I said in delight.

“Of course,” the AI said. I hadn’t even noticed him do it. “My nanite bots can affect objects, too. Not just humans. It is how I change their clothing, after all.”

I smiled as Jessica pushed her friend’s thighs apart and buried her head into Anita’s shaved pussy.

Jessica Johnson
“Anita!” she gasped. “What if your father comes back. He’s the reverend!”

“He’ll be gone for an hour,” I said and licked her sweet cunt again. “Just fucking relax.”

I tongued my friend’s cunt. I licked through her folds. She trembled as I did that. It was so good to feast on her like that. I loved devouring her twat. It was so good to flick my tongue through her pussy. She moaned in delight as I lapped at her. I licked at her with all that I had. She whimpered in delight as I feasted on her with such hunger.

I lapped at her.

I tongued her.

I stroked through her wonderful folds, savoring every second of feasting on her. She squeezed her thighs around my head, holding me to her cunt. It was a beautiful moment to devour her like this in the church. She squirmed on the pew.

“No, no, that’s...” whimpered Anita. “We’re at church. You can’t do this at church!”

“I am,” I cooed and thrust my tongue into her pussy.

She gasped as I did that. I swirled my tongue around in her twat. I loved making her squeal like that. I flicked about in her. It was so good to do that to her. She whimpered as I did it. She tossed her head back and forth.

“You’re ... That’s...” she moaned. “You can’t...”

“I am!” I cooed. “Enjoy!”

I was so happy to do this to my friend. My pussy dripped with juices as I feasted on her. I licked my tongue around in her. I stroked about in her, making her gasp and moan. She squeezed her thighs around my head.

I devoured her, loving every second of this. My cunt was on fire. It was just so glorious to do this to her. I feasted on her with everything that I had. I wanted to make her squeal her head off. She trembled as my tongue stroked around in her twat.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “Please, please, that’s so good!”

It was so good. I was so happy to do this to her. I licked at her with all that I had. She shuddered as I stroked my tongue around in her cunt. I lapped at her with everything that I had. She squeezed her thighs around my head.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned. “You’re ... That’s...”

Her moans echoed through the worship hall. A sinful form of praise to me. I was her god now. I licked at her cunt as she trembled at the pleasure I gave her. I tongued her to make her squirm as she cried out her passion to me.

“Jessica!” she squealed in worship to me. “Oh, oh, Jessica!”

What a sweet sound. I was so glad to hear that. She trembled there, her boobs jiggling in her top. No, her tits were bare. She was naked save for her thigh-highs. Just like me. Her face twisted in delight. My cunt was on fire. I held off rubbing my cunt. I refrained from touching myself that way. It was just so hot to wait.