Yes, it will be soon. Christine partook of the milk in her chalice, a grand sense of foreboding overtaking her. She looked around the table at her disciples, her friends, and realized their weakness. She had for long suspected that, in this city, the immediate realm of the Adversary, she would be captured, perhaps become a martyr. These were not women with strength and determination, but young girls who barely understood what Christine was doing. As such, she knew she would be betrayed. She could not blame them for their weakness. It seemed that everyone was susceptible to the illusion that engulfed the world, so that her disciples had come this far was remarkable enough. Even when they betrayed her, she would still love them. Christine rose and announced she would go for a walk. She walked around the table and gave each of them a heartfelt kiss, though she noticed Judith was absent. Petra, Joan, and Jaime elected to go along for the walk, and she accepted. In the garden, Christine admired the flowers growing by a stream. She turned, then, to look at her companions. Like her, they were only wearing long loose white robes which spoke of modesty in a world that has lost it. They were also thin like her, being fed only by the milk of some pitying mothers. "Wait here, and keep watch," she bade them, and then she turned and walked to a flower patch. She knelt and closed her eyes to meditate, willing herself to persist through the ordeal she would surely soon face. For an hour she tempered her resolve, and finally rose with the determination that she would save the world from an evil king. She went back to her companions, finding them asleep. "So," she murmured softly, leaning toward Petra and waking the three. "You girls could not stay awake for one hour?" Ashamed, the girls stood and apologized. Christine merely smiled at them. Then she saw Judith walking into the garden. "Excuse me," Christine said, leaving her companions to approach Judith. "Christine," Judith greeted her. "I have something important to tell you." Christine observed Judith, surprised. Judith looked much more healthy than she did earlier today. Her thinness was less apparent, her cheeks were reddened, and her eyes shone with verve. "What is it, Judith?" Christine asked. Judith thrust her arms around Christine, embracing her tightly, and gave her a strong kiss. Christine accepted the kiss, and became aware of an unfamiliar salty taste on Judith's lips. "I love you," Judith declared, breaking the kiss. "I wish we could be together." "Judith, I love you too," Christine replied, softening at the words. "We are together now." "That's not what I mean!" Judith cried suddenly, tears forming in her eyes. "I mean together, as lovers! You love me like you would love anyone else, but I love you more than anything." "Judith..." Christine breathed, disturbed. "What are you saying?" "You won't have me as long as you rebel against the Master," Judith sniffled, "so I have made sure your rebellion will end now." Then Christine saw the crowd of girls behind Judith. They poured into the garden, garbed in all sorts of colors and fabrics that in every case defied modesty. Judith, still weeping, released Christine and stepped back as two invading girls grabbed Christine roughly by the arms. From behind her, Christine heard her allies shouting and running up to protect her. "Don't fight," Christine insisted. "There will be no violence on my behalf." "But Christine!" Petra cried. "No," Christine denied her. "No violence. I will go in peace, and you all will let me." Her disciples were quiet then. The girls holding Christine pushed her down, then, until she lay facing the sky. They then knelt down to sit on her arms, and Christine felt their bare wetnesses slowly slide up and down her wrists as they held her down. She saw Judith approach, wiping her eyes. "I still love you, Judith," Christine said softly. "Not enough," Judith remarked bitterly, kneeling at Christine's feet. "And now... it is only against your will that I can do this." Judith lifted up Christine's robe for everyone to see and caressed her now bare legs. "So beautiful," Judith murmured, lowering herself to lick Christine's thigh. Christine took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sensation of Judith's tongue. Behind, she heard her disciples speaking to each other in hushed, agitated tones. Before, the crowd of girls watched and commented and giggled. Then Judith worked her way to Christine's crotch, moving her tongue so that it circumnavigated Christine's most sensitive area. "Must you do this?" Christine asked in a whisper. "How else would one prove her true love?" Judith demanded, raising her head. "With mere words? With the same meaningless hugs and kisses you give to any passing stranger? No, Christine, you do not know what love really is. And I... I will show you." Then Judith kissed Christine's clitoris, intensely and passionately, and Christine stifled a gasp. "This is... wrong..." Christine managed, her legs shaking. "Please, stop..." Judith covered Christine's pussy with her mouth and sucked, her tongue touching every space it could. Christine struggled now, though the girls grinding against her arms held firm, and held her lips tightly together lest a moan might escape. She felt Judith's tongue slide into her, as deep as it could, and Christine cried out softly. Judith raised her head again, and Christine found that she was breathing hard. "Don't you see?" Judith sighed, stroking Christine's belly. "It feels good because it is good." "No, Judith..." Christine breathed. "The Adversary... he has deceived you..." Ignoring this, Judith retracted her arms into her robe and pulled it off, dropping it to the ground. Judith then crawled up, into Christine's robe, and gripped one of Christine's breasts with her mouth. One of Judith's hands began to fondle the remaining breast, while the other hand reached down to rub Christine's pussy. As she did this, Christine could feel Judith's own pussy rubbing insistently against her leg. Christine steeled herself against her body's desire to give in to the feeling and enjoy it, but she was finding it difficult to concentrate now. Judith stopped after a while and moved up more, pushing her head through the neck of Christine's robe. Judith held Christine's shoulders and kissed her on the mouth. Christine could taste her own pussy on Judith's lips and tongue, and she felt Judith now rubbing against her pussy with her own. Christine felt her body starting to respond against her will to Judith's hunger and sweaty body. Judith was moaning into Christine's mouth, and she found herself starting to moan back. Christine's lower body was now rising up on its own to meet Judith. Then Judith's moans became whimpers, and her grinding became more urgent. Christine couldn't help but respond in kind, and they reacted to each other in growing frequency until Judith suddenly cried into Christine's mouth and shivered violently against her. Christine felt her own body convulse in some strange combination of pleasure and agony, and she cried into Judith's mouth as she too shivered violently. All of the fight went out of her after that, and she found herself staring up at the sky blankly as Judith nuzzled against her, content. Christine felt very tired suddenly, and she gradually drifted to sleep, only slightly aware of the feeling of being carried somewhere else. When Christine awoke, she became aware of the sound of many girls moaning and the sensation of her arms bound together above her. Christine opened her eyes and gasped, seeing all of her disciples except for Judith, bound in the same way to the wall opposite her. Unlike her, however, they each had someone kneeling underneath their robe, evidently orally stimulating them to make them moan. They seemed to be in some kind of dungeon, windowless and with only one exit. From that exit, a girl appeared, followed by a naked man with another girl impaled on his giant penis and evidently unconscious. The first Christine knew to be the Adversary's Wife, her belly swollen with child. She wore black high-heeled boots, black thighhigh socks, a black translucent babydoll trimmed with lace, black elbow gloves, and a black collar with "LOVE" engraved on it. The second was a young short-haired girl, her belly swollen with penis. She wore violet high-heeled boots, black fishnet thighhigh stockings, a reddish-purple microskirt, and a pink cropped top shirt with "Master's Property" printed in black on it. The girl's ears, nipples, navel, and clitoris were also all pierced with gold ornaments. Her pussy seemed to be bleeding onto the penis, and the Adversary was gripping her waist and moving her up and down on it. It took Christine a moment to realize that this girl was Judith, utterly transformed into just another victim of the Adversary's lust. "Oh, you're awake," the Adversary's Wife remarked, smiling. "You're just in time to see your friend, who's had a bit of a makeover." "Leave her alone," Christine demanded. "I'm the one you want." "I think my Beloved wants all of you, actually," the Adversary's Wife replied, rubbing the base of the penis. "But I think you'll see that she doesn't want to be left alone, isn't that right, fuckhole?" Judith's eyes opened slightly, and she smiled weakly at Christine. "H-hi Chri...stine... You've... gotta tr-try this..." "Oh, she will," the Adversary's Wife promised. "But first... honey, could you please rape the rest of her friends?" "What?!" Christine shrieked, pulling on her restraints. "No, please!" "They need it," the Adversary's Wife said, embracing Judith and pulling her off the bloody penis. "It's the purpose of all fucktoys, you know. Clean him off, sweetie." The last sentence she addressed to Judith, who she set before the penis. Judith opened her mouth and the Adversary's penis rammed into it, stretching her throat bizarrely. After doing this a few times, the Adversary pulled out of Judith, who collapsed, and approached Simone, the closest of the disciples. The girls hidden under the robes of the disciples all crawled out as the Adversary arrived. They stood and walked out of the room, smiling at the Adversary but letting him be. Then the Adversary reached up to the collar of Simone's robe and ripped it straight down the middle, revealing her breasts and wet pussy. "Please don't," Christine pleaded as the Adversary's penis settled against Simone's pussy. "Fuck her hard, honey," the Adversary's Wife said, walking over to hug his arm. "For me." Simone's screams immediately filled the air as the Adversary's penis slammed into her now-bleeding pussy. Her screaming became more desperate as the Adversary moved out and in rhythmically, going a little further each time, until Simone's screams became gasps and then silence. "Oh, honey," the Adversary's Wife cooed, nuzzling his arm. "I love it when you fuck them silly." Christine shut her tearful eyes and tried to empty her mind. No matter how hard she tried, though, the image of Simone being brutally raped and the sound of her fading screams stayed with Christine. "Mmm, that's hot," the Adversary's Wife said after an interval. Christine opened her eyes and gasped. The Adversary's penis bulged in Simone's chest and twitched periodically. Cum worked its way up Simone's throat and filled her gaping mouth, dripping out onto the rest of her body. Slowly the Adversary pulled his penis out, stopping as the cum pumped into Simone's womb and expanded her belly. Then he was done and pulled out completely, leaving Simone limp and leaking cum down her legs and onto the floor. "That's one down," the Adversary's Wife announced sweetly, as the Adversary moved on to Theodora and tore her robe open like he had with Simone. "Please," Christine tried again. "I'll do anything you want." The Adversary thrust his penis, still covered in cum and blood, into Theodora, and then it was her turn to scream and bleed. "Yes you will," the Adversary's Wife agreed, glancing at Christine and licking her upper lip. Theodora's rape was much the same as Simone's, her screaming descending into silence and her struggles giving way to unconsciousness. "Yes, my Love... oh yes," the Adversary's Wife encouraged him, holding his arm with one hand and rubbing herself with the other. "It's so good of you... to give these worthless whores your cum... so good..." Before long, the Adversary's penis was bulging in Theodora's chest, and Christine shut her eyes again, determined not to see any more of this. In this way she heard the sounds of the Adversary's Wife, commenting and moaning and cheering, along with the helpless screams of Jamise, Matty, Thema, Berthel, Phillipa, Joan, Jaime, and Andrea as each of them were raped into eventual silence. But then Christine heard something that made her open her eyes, then stare with her mouth agape. It was Petra, with her robe torn apart and her bleeding pussy stretched open by the Adversary's penis. She had been screaming in agony a moment ago, but now... "Yes!" Petra screamed joyously. "Oh, yes, it feels so good! Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck me!" The Adversary had stopped his thrusting, and Petra was supporting herself with her bound arms to slide up and down his penis. "Petra..." Christine whispered. "That's a good fucktoy," the Adversary's Wife was saying, helping Petra with her efforts. "Don't you want to be used like this more?" "Yes, please!" Petra gasped, the penis bulging in her stomach. "You're cute," the Adversary's Wife remarked, licking Petra's cheek. "Maybe we'll keep you if my Love decides he wants another cocksheath or something." "Oh, Master!" Petra cried. "Please keep me! All my life I've needed your wonderful cock in my useless cunt!" The Adversary shoved his penis further into Petra, bulging in her neck and making her gag. "That's right, rapeslut," the Adversary's Wife said, rubbing her hand up and down the bulge in Petra's chest and neck. "Your only purpose is to be used by my Beloved. It's all that you and every other fuckhole is good for." The Adversary began to move in and out of Petra himself, now, while his Wife continued to stroke the bulge he made in Petra's body. Petra now moaned wordlessly, enjoying her body being so thoroughly violated. Before long the penis twitched in Petra's chest, and cum quickly filled her throat and mouth and covered her face. As the Adversary pulled out to fill her womb, Petra tried to close her mouth and swallow the contents of her mouth, though she was unable to get it all down. After some time, the Adversary pulled out of Petra entirely, letting the cum in her pussy drip out on her legs. "Cuntwhore," the Adversary's Wife called, addressing Judith, who crawled over. "Your Master has the blood of your friends on his cock. Clean him up." Judith opened her mouth as the Adversary's penis pressed against it. She suckled the tip, covered in blood and cum, before it was quickly shoved into her stretching mouth. Judith's eyes rolled back and she made gagging sounds as the penis rammed down her throat repeatedly. "Why are you doing this?" Christine whimpered. The Adversary's Wife turned to her, looking amused. "My Love wants to be cleaned. Did you want to clean him instead?" "Why are you allowing him to rape us?!" Christine cried. "This isn't right!" "Why not?" the Adversary's Wife asked. "It's your purpose, like I said." "I don't believe that!" Christine insisted. "Something is wrong with the world! It's been twisted to fit the Adversary's desires, and to hell with whomever else!" The Adversary's Wife walked over to her, looking thoughtful. "The world has changed," she then said. "For the better." Christine stared at her face, which had come very close. Christine was aware of her own beating heart and heavy breath, and she felt the Adversary's Wife's belly pressing against her. "This is paradise," the Adversary's Wife murmured, her lips brushing against Christine's as she spoke. "There is no death, no famine, no war, no poverty. No one gets sick or old or crippled, and there is always someone who will love you, no matter what. Everyone is beautiful. Everyone is kind. You only get pregnant when you want to." At this she smiled and glanced down at her belly. "And, of course, you don't get periods." "But the Adversary-" Christine started. "My Love," the Adversary's Wife interrupted. "He is the one who gave us this paradise. He is entitled to what he wants... to take what he wants. And I support him in that. But what he does, he does out of love. Do you not value love?" "This isn't love," Christine protested. "They... don't want it." "What is love?" the Adversary's Wife mused. "Do you claim to know it? Your friend did not seem to think so. And... your other friend, the one my Love was just using. She certainly wanted it a great deal." Christine didn't know how to respond to that. "You're just confused," the Adversary's Wife continued, stroking Christine's cheek. "My Love just needs to fuck you a little, then you'll understand. You'll learn to accept his love, and then love him for it. Only then, when you understand that you should be used by him... be loved by him... only then will you be truly happy." The Adversary had slowed his thrusts, and now Judith's stomach was swelling with cum. Christine saw this and felt her tears streaming down her face. "Oh you poor thing," the Adversary's Wife said, licking some of the tears off Christine's cheek. "It's sad watching you be empathetic for the wrong reasons. Don't worry though, soon you'll realize your role as a fuckdoll. Just you wait." The Adversary had pulled out of Judith. Judith's mouth was wide open and a stream of urine came out of the penis and went straight down her throat, quickly filling it and overflowing onto Judith's clothes. Then Christine suddenly felt herself being lifted up. She looked around and saw two girls she hadn't noticed before lifting up some kind of giant upside-down triangle, the top line evidently being what Christine's bindings were tied to. The girls carried her out of the dungeon of her cum-filled disciples, and Christine found herself in the foyer of a large house. Girls of all sorts stood, sat, and reclined in the room, many of them watching her. The Adversary and his Wife followed her as the two girls set Christine's triangular rack into a slit in the floor. "Some of you have seen on video," the Adversary's Wife said to the room, "that the Master has thoroughly used the disciples of Christine here, who wanted to rebel against our ways of love. As an official end to the rebellion, here she is for all of you to see as she accepts her Master." "No..." Christine whimpered, but the girls in the room had started to cheer and drowned her out. The Adversary tore open Christine's robe, then, and the Adversary's Wife rubbed his penis while she positioned it against Christine's pussy. "Please, no..." Christine pleaded, feeling the heat of the penis touching her. "Relax," the Adversary's Wife told her, gently caressing her belly while the Adversary spread her legs. "It is only through pain that you can truly feel pleasure." Then the Adversary pierced Christine with his weapon. Christine opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out and she cried silently. Only the head of the penis was inside her, but already the pain was unbearable. She could feel blood coming out of her permanently-wounded body. "Easy, honey," the Adversary's Wife said. The Adversary moved no further as she walked around the triangle and embraced Christine from behind, her swollen belly pressing on her back. "She needs to feel every bit of you inside her." The Adversary's Wife reached over to massage Christine's clitoris, which now had blood on it, as the Adversary pushed in and out of her painfully slowly, each time going slightly further. Christine could only take sharp breaths, unable to use her voice. She tried to shut her eyes, but they stayed open for some reason, and she found herself looking up at nothing through her tears. "Doesn't it feel good?" the Adversary's Wife shakily breathed into Christine's ear, moving her free hand to massage Christine's breast. "My Beloved just wants you to feel good..." The penis was now making a bulge in Christine's stomach. She felt like she was losing herself, as if the thing was destroying her soul as it violated her body. But she could not struggle. Even if she weren't bound, she couldn't make herself move with even the greatest amount of effort. All she could do was think, with rapidly decreasing effectiveness, and feel the Adversary raping her into oblivion. "Oh, yes honey," the Adversary's Wife whispered. She had abandoned Christine's clitoris and was now rubbing the bulge in Christine's stomach urgently. "You're really enjoying breaking this fucktoy, aren't you?" The penis went further, up into Christine's chest. The inconceivable pain was taking over her body now, as if it were some kind of disease consuming her entirely. The Adversary's Wife now had both of Christine's breasts in her hands and was repeatedly shoving them against the penis bulging between them. "Keep going," the Adversary's Wife urged the Adversary as his penis went into Christine's neck. "Oh, honey, I love you so much." She leaned forward and started to suck on Christine's neck, now bulging with the penis far too big for it. Christine felt it going further up her throat, finally emerging inside her mouth. She had now lost her capacity to think completely, and now only felt the thing which defiled her and the pain that came with it. She tasted her own blood as the penis slid across her tongue and lips and came out of her gaping mouth. Behind her, the Adversary's Wife shuddered violently. The Adversary slowly moved Christine up and down on his penis for a while, until his Wife raised her head. "Okay honey," she breathed, letting go of Christine. "Now... show her what true love is. Destroy her." The Adversary held Christine by the waist, then, and pulled out of her briefly. Then the penis slammed into her, and Christine was gone. For a moment, Christine was lost completely, but then she returned to her body, consumed with pain, as the penis slid out. Then it went in again, and again Christine's consciousness was ripped from her body. Over and over, Christine went through quick stages of emptiness and pain as the Adversary ravaged her body. Christine could not tell how long it lasted, having lost the ability to conceive of time, but it felt like an eternity. Eventually, however, the Adversary slowed his thrusting and Christine's consciousness more or less stabilized in her body. The penis was in her throat, spewing burning cum that filled her mouth and flowed all over her face. Then the Adversary pulled out to her womb. Here he waited as his penis pumped countless loads that filled Christine more than she could have thought possible. When the Adversary was done, Christine felt someone undo the bindings and she fell unceremoniously to a carpet wet with blood and cum. The cum that filled her began to slowly leak out of her orifices. Then soft lips suddenly covered her own, and Christine felt someone licking and sucking the cum out of her mouth. After a while, the mouth pulled away and licked Christine's face, cleaning the cum off of it, though Christine still couldn't see since her pupils wouldn't move back into place. Then Christine felt herself being lifted up by strong hands. Something wet and warm and familiar pressed against her lips. Christine opened her mouth and it immediately crammed itself into her, pushing down her throat and into her belly. She could taste the same cum and blood that was in her mouth a moment ago, though now from a different position as the giant thing pushed in and out of her stomach. Soon enough, something twitched and there was a fire in Christine's belly as she felt herself being filled up once again. The penis pulled out to her throat, then her mouth, pouring almost endless cum into her. Still not done, the Adversary pulled out entirely and dropped Christine on the floor again, and she felt her entire body being covered in cum. Before long she was lying in a puddle of thick goo, and she had the impression that even if she could move, she would have a hard time getting up. "Remember," the Adversary's Wife murmured somewhere near her. "He is your Master." Then Christine knew that she was being left there. After some moments she felt the mouths and tongues and pussies of other girls, evidently using her cum-covered and cum-filled body for nourishment or plain pleasure. Christine lay motionless for some time as her broken mind slowly reconfigured itself, and eventually she moved her lips to say a single word. "Master..."