Chapter 3

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Delores Throckmorten 3:

Teacher stood at the head of the classroom: “Settle down girls. Let’s say our opening Sunday school prayer from St Mary Magdalene pray number 156.”

The girls in the classroom noisily moved from their desks and kneeled next to it. The teacher kneeled in front of the classroom, they all clasped their hands in prayer. All St Mary’s prayers were repeated from memory: “Our Lord and Master, we thank you for this Sunday school to learn more about you, your word and what your require of us. Help us put aside our stupid little female distractions so that we learn your wisdom and be touched by your truth. Help us to love and obey the males in our life. Help us understand the truth and wisdom of the males in our life. Bless the female teachers who guide us and teach us your wants and desires. Forgive us as females for we are insignificant in your presence and glory. Amen.”

The girls noisily sat back down in their desks and the teacher picked up a book from the desk. Teacher: “Today I am reading a story from the Christian Patriarchy Expectations for Girls.”

The teacher’s Sunday school class was filled with eager fourteen year-old’s learning to be good little Christian girls for the patriarchy, the males in their family’s and their schools. The girls would finishing school soon and most would be married off. The teacher, as with all female Sunday school classes, would reinforce the teachings of the Patriarchy and the church. So much was riding on how these girls would be valued by males within the church district and their neighborhoods.

Most of the girls in the Sunday school class would be married off, some to their brothers, others to their cousins, first, second and third removed, some to their fathers where there was no mother, still other girls would be married off to widowed older men so that those older men had comfort in their old age. It was known that corrupt religions outside their borders sold their women and girls to cover debt incurred in building and maintaining their communities. For the heretic secular communities, they bought and sold females like commodities. Reverend Plague said they were the ones who created the Delores Throckmorten phenomenon, the scourge that bedeviled the Patriarchy around the world. In societies around the world it was the female who fueled industry and business but not for the Fundamentalist White Southern Christians. They valued their women and girls, keeping their religion White and pure. People of color had long ago left the new South.

The teacher looked out over the eager faces. Most of them would run their households and support their males. The others who weren’t married would finish their education and enter the Christian workforce, like she did, and support the Fundamentalist ideals of Whiteness and purity.

Every Sunday, female religion teachers across the new South would reinforce Reverend Plague’s sermons that Fundamentalist White Southern Christian females support their local church district, their home life, school, and most important, the Patriarchy with their body and souls. Whatever the female had in her head was not important, only her flesh and soul were needed to keep the race pure.

The girls clapped and cheered: “Yay!”

The teacher smiled. Mrs John Denton was 17 and married to her younger brother. Her first name was Kristi and she had been teaching these girls since she was nine years-old and they were five, a child teaching children, who better else? An older girl that they could relate to. Kristi had seen them grow and mature and watched as they soaked up the teaching of the NUTS and St Mary’s diary. She was proud of their participation in online pornography, the huge online secular following the class had garnered, which generated thousands of dollars for the new South. They were one of the best altar girl groups in the district that the church leadership like to use more than other classes, a true honor indeed, plus it didn’t hurt that it looked good on her Christian resume.

Kristi wore a sleeveless sheath blouse with a white turtle neck collar with a white yoke and bodice inset. Her breasts were exposed but each nipple was covered with a crucifix pastie. The hem of the blouse came just above her navel. A black short skirt came eight inches below her crotch and on either side of the skirt were gold-edged crosses. She had black arm warmers with gold crosses on the fore arms. She wore white thigh high stockings with printed black cross on each that ran the length of the stockings. Six inch black stiletto’s. Her blonde hair was held back with a veil that went half-way down her back which was attached to a plastic headband.

There were twenty girls in the class as was average for female Sunday school classes. Each girl sported a ponytail as it was well known that a ponytail was a male’s best friend. Each girl wore a tight white blouse with a pink bow tie. The blouse had one button buttoned at the breast line. Each girl had the same blue plaid mini-skirt, white thigh stockings and four inch stiletto’s.

Kristi, standing in front of the class, opened the Book of Expectations for Girls: “Once there was a good little Christian girl named Delores Throckmorten who dreamed that when she had her first blood she would get married and have children and would run a proper Christian household as ordained by her Lord and Master, Jesus Christ.”

Delores Throckmorten’s name was used when the world was out of balance. The Fundamentalists used her name to draw contrasts between good girls and sinful girls. Outside the new South, the Patriarchy invoked her name for its annual female purges and corrupt religions outside their borders used her name to keep their females in line. Whether Delores Throckmorten was a Fundamentalist Christian or not didn’t matter or whether she real or not, didn’t matter either. Reverend Plague, the leader of the new South, ordained that her name would be used to teach good Christian girls how not to act and behave.

“Growing up Delores read and studied the New Unabridged Testament Scriptures (NUTS) and did all the right things in her church, school and home. Her mother told her how she was a princess to her father and brothers by showing them love and affection. Church leadership told her how her Lord and Master, Jesus Christ, wanted the perfect Christian family life for her. Delores committed herself to her family’s love, strived to be the best sexual toy for her father and brothers learning their likes and dislikes, she expressed her love for discipline, didn’t compete with her mother for their affection for she knew that her Lord and Master would bring a good Christian boy to her love nest.”

There were no such thing as “bed” rooms in a house anymore. It was called a love nest because, like the animal kingdom, the female attracted a male to her nest. In Christian households, males didn’t have their own sleeping room as each female had her own love nest. Mothers and daughters in a Christian household would compete with each other to attract the male in house to her love nest. Where there were lots of females in a household, the mother and her daughters would have quarterly competitions in decorating their nests, with female friends passing judgment on the quality of the nest. The ultimate reward though was having the father or brother sleep with them in their nest until the next competition.

Teacher looked up from the book: “Do you compete for sex with your mothers?”

The class smiled and said: “YES!”

The teacher laughed: “Why is that?”

Daisy yelled out: “How else are we to learn, Mrs Denton?”

Kristi: “Learn what? In female beauty classes at school are we not taught what are the best clothes and make-up to wear to attract Christian men and boys? Aren’t we taught to be the cutest sluts? That men and boys don’t care what are thoughts and ideas are?”

Margie: “Yes Mrs Denton, in my house St Mary Magdalene is my mothers and mine role model and mentor but my mom and I share ideas on what our males would like.”

Kristi: “Oh? Such as?”

Margie: “We share make-up and wear the same design and pattern of clothes. We keep our hair colored blonde and wear blue contacts. We keep our three mouths outlined with no smear red lipstick. Father says the only way he can tell us apart is when he fucks our mouths. Mother is going to the C&A surgeon next month to have her cunt and anus muscles tightened so father gets a better fit.”

Kristi nodded her head: “And what are our three mouths?”

The class responded: “Mouth, cunt and anus!”

Kristi smiled: “Who is our hero and role model?”

The class responded: “St Mary Magdalene!”

Teacher: “Why is that?”

A girl raised her hand and Kristi pointed to her, she proudly replied: “It is how she uses her feminine charms to keep our Lord and Master interested in her.”

Kristi smiled looking at the book: “So, why do you think Delores Throckmorten didn’t want to compete with her mother?”

Amy: “That was a mistake Miss, she should have.”

Linda: “There is only so much cock to go around, she has to stand up for herself, maybe that was her problem.”

Kathy had a smug look: “Maybe her mother was hogging all the cock in the household and she got mad.”

Kristi and class laughed.

Kristi: “So we know Delores Throckmorten was wrong for not to competing with her mother.”

Class: “Yes!”

Kristi: “Delores Throckmorten expressed her love for discipline, do you all love your weekly discipline sessions and corner time?”

Class: “Yes!”

Brenda raised her hand: “I do love my spankings, it focuses my mind on St Mary, but not all the time.”

Kristi: “What do you mean?”

Brenda: “My younger brother, who is 7, is responsible for inspecting my mothers and my household work. He is really good at it and my mother and I try very hard. It is hard to live up to my brothers standards which means we fail our in the eyes of father and our Lord and Master.”

Kristi: “St Mary did say, ‘Blessed are the little brothers for they know more than their mother and sisters’ which means he is doing that for your own good as well as your mothers.”

Kathy: “My father and brothers will tie my mothers and me and my sisters wrists together and hang us naked by our wrists from hooks in the ceiling. We receive our spankings that way.”

Zoe smiled and raised her hand: “My mother and I lay naked across my little brothers lap as he spanks us. Under the supervision of father of course.”

Gina: “How about you Mrs Denton?”

Kristi blushed: “I too fail to live up to my husband’s standards every week. Depending on his mood he sometimes will hang me by one ankle from the hook in the ceiling, with my fingers barely touching the floor then whip me.”

Tina: “Can we see the marks Mrs Denton?”

Kristi smiled and lifted the side of her skirt.

The classroom: “Whoa! Cool!”

Kristi continued reading: “When Delores Throckmorten had her first blood and was old enough to start dating, however, she noticed something during her Sunday school studies of the NUTS. Some of the more popular Fundamentalist Christian leaders of the church were instructing girls not to allow males to penetrate their cunt, until her Lord and Master had made it clear which good Christian male would be the perfect fit for her.”

It was the law of Patriarchy that once a girl had her first blood, her cunt could be penetrated. In the NUTS, it was ordained that a female should wait to be penetrated until her wedding night. Ordained or not, some rules weren’t always followed. Kristi looked up from the book: “How many of you have been promised?”

Half the hands in the class went up. There were happy faces and sad faces.

Kristi: “Why the sad faces, girls?”

Karen: “We haven’t been promised yet, Mrs Denton.”

Kristi: “How about you girls who have been promised?”

Kathy: “My cousin.”

Zoe: “My uncle.”

Sharon: “My second oldest brother.”

Around the room it went, each girl proudly saying who they had been promised too.

Kristi: “As females, we know it is codified in the NUTS that allowing a male to break a good Christian girl’s hymen before marriage is unbiblical, and that a truly righteous Christian male would would only allow his cock to penetrate her mouth or anus.”

Tina raised her hand: “How about girls outside our borders? Does their cunt get penetrated after their first blood?”

Kristi: “We have heard the unbelievers, the blasphemers, the uncouth, allow their young females to be penetrated before their first blood!”

Class: “Eww! How could they?”

Kristi: “As White Southern Fundamentalists, our cunts are sacred reproductive grounds, the most fertile part of a female’s anatomy. It is like desecrating the church to allow a cock into our most fertile anatomy before our first blood. These corrupt religions don’t care about that and will allow a young girl’s hymen to be broken.”

Whether that was true or not didn’t matter. Kristi would reinforced the teaching of the NUTS and St Mary’s diary.

Across the new South, Sunday school curriculum for good Christian girls was designed to work in tandem with the teaching of NUTS, their home life, and accepting that family love and discipline was the word of their Lord and Master. That St Mary Magdalene taught disciplining female flesh of a good and proper Christian female, no matter her age, for not focusing her mind on tasks at hand or slacking off in their daily life, was needed to keep the weak female mind focused and centered on their Lord and Master, Jesus Christ. Delores Throckmorten, whoever and wherever she was, stood against that.

Kristi continued: “When Delores Throckmorten turned fourteen, she observed that as these things were being taught, the level of sexual involvement with males among her female peers at church and school was very high. It is known that a female anus, properly lubed, could accommodate a large cock and that her mouth could accommodate almost ten inches of cock. The NUTS, which supports the Fundamentalist Patriarchy, preaches that it should be the female, should initiate the sexual encounter, thus freeing the male from making dating decisions. Delores made herself available to the males at school, her church and at social gatherings but she didn’t have any luck in attracting a male to her body or her love nest. Delores watched as her friends and schoolmates fucked and sucked the boys, hung on the boys every word, she tried to copy her friends but the boys ignored her.”

Kristi: “Why didn’t Delores Throckmorten not attract males to her love nest or attract them with her body?”

Amy: “She didn’t try hard enough.”

Susi: “She wasn’t slutty enough?”

Kari: “Maybe she was ugly?”

Kristi and the girls laughed.

Kristi continued: “But the church leadership, the males who had all the answers, had her stand naked at the altar as they examined her. They told her, “You’re young, you’re very pretty, your body is firm and taut, your hair is blonde and your eyes are blue, your breasts are coming along nicely, you keep your cunt perfectly shaved and your anus perfumed and clear of unsightly hair, don’t worry there’s plenty of time, you need to learn patience and use your feminine charms, mouth and anus, to get males interested in you.”

Females from age 5 to the elderly could be examined for their attitude. Any male or female could refer a female for examination.

Kristi: “What is this examination called?”

Class: “Being Throckmortened.”

Kristi: “Who will explain what being ‘Throckmortened’ is?”

Kristi pointed to Grace: “It is where the girl is stood at the altar, naked, and the male leadership exams her, physically and mentally. Her attitude is examined to see if she knows the NUTS and St Mary’s personal dairy, Mrs Denton.”

Kristi looked around the classroom: “What else?”

She pointed to Averey: “There only females in the pews, from new born baby’s to the elderly. We pass silent judgment on the girl, watching as the male leadership physically exam her. Watching her enthusiasm. Listening as she gives her answers to questions about the NUTS and St Mary’s diary, Mrs Denton.”

Kristi: “What happens if she is deemed worthy to live amongst us?”

She pointed to Marcie: “After her examination, she is marked behind her left ear with 666 to show that she is still worthy of living amongst us, Mrs Denton.”

The seventeen year-old teacher absent mindedly gently rubbed the mark behind her left ear.

Brenda smiled: “Like you Mrs Denton!”

The class laughed. Six years ago Kristi was ‘Throckmortened’ and the girls in this class, along with all the females of in the church district, sat in silent judgment of her. Kristi at 11 years-old, had a crisis of faith. She blurted out at home, to her mother, if there was a Lord and Master how come bad things happen. Her mother promptly reported her to the church and an examination was quickly scheduled. She screwed her feelings down tight and made it through the examination. Kristi made a silent promise to keep things to herself in the future.

Kristi smiling: “Settle down girls. So what happens to the female who is not worthy to live amongst us?”

Patty: “She stamped with a Q code behind her right ear and taken to Sodom and Gomorrah.”

Sodom and Gomorrah were two cities on the Sippi River. Sodom on the Christian side and Gomorrah on the secular side. All goods and trade happened back and forth across the massive bridge between the two cities. In the new South, the Christians blocked all port cities and put a seawall along its entire coast and along the land borders erected fencing to keep people of color and unbelievers out. The new South traded cotton, tobacco, rice, beans and fish for consumer goods such as cars, trucks, household items, clothes, certain food items, beef, pork and chicken. Everything flowed back and forth across the bridge.