Enslaved at Worship I
mc; mg; preg; inc
Sarah sat in the pew between her brother Sauron and her mother. The just turned nine-year-old Friday was trying to pay attention to Mass, but that was never easy. It was especially hard since her big brother had told her that she was gone to ovulate soon. She'd been told that once she did so, she would become the twelve-year-old's breeding slave.
Sarah didn't want that to happen to her. She'd seen it happen to others. It happened to a little over twenty-two percent of girls in her parish. In fact her best friend had been turned into a breeding slave just a few months back. Sarah looked across the sanctuary, and once again saw how much Rhonda had changed. She didn't want to end up naked, pregnant, and stupid. She was nine-years-old and in the eighth grade, along with her older brother. He'd skipped one grade. She'd skipped four.
As Father Holden kissed the altar before taking his place on his throne, Sarah felt the locket her brother had given her for her birthday stick to her. Then it started to slide upwards. That wasn't supposed to happen. It had to be a sign. Sara had ovulated. She felt the chain thickening, as the locket deformed tight against her skin. She felt a prick against the back of her neck. By the time the choir began singing the kyrie, she wasn't wearing a necklace with a locket anymore, but a choker so tight against her neck that it was practically fused to her skin.
Her panties suddenly felt very tight against her body. Then she started to feel the seams in her black jeans, and the rough denim instead of the silk of her panties. The slight pressure of the elastic that held her panties up disappeared as she realized that they were now gone. Her jeans were now tight up against her crotch, nothing between her body and its zipper and button.
The feeling of the zipper against her pussy started to go away at the bottom and Sarah looked down. She could see her pussy starting to poke through her jeans as they tightened against her body. She moved her hand to cover her sexual organs, discovering that there was no edge to her jeans against her pussy. They were being absorbed by her body, zipper and all.
"Mommy," Sarah whimpered getting her mother's attention just as the Second Reading ended.
Her mother removed Sarah's hand from covering her pussy, as the choir took up the Gospel Acclamation. She made Sarah stand with the rest of the assembled. "It's okay, Sarah," her mother whispered into Sarah's ear. "Just let it happen."
Sarah thought that was okay for her mother to say. It wasn't happening to her. Her mother wasn't becoming a naked breeder. Her mother's clothes were not being absorbed by her body. Her mother had escaped being a naked breeder. She wasn't the first daughter after a firstborn son, and it hadn't started happening to girls in the parish until fourteen years ago. Sarah trembled, as the last bit of the zipper disappeared into her body. She kept her hands away. It wasn't like she could stop it. It just was happening.
She didn't want to walk up to receive the Eucharist, but her mother made her, following her brother. By the time she stood before the priest and said "Amen" she was naked from the waist down, save her heeled shoes, having absorbed her jeans and stockings. Sarah took the wine as well, as her blouse started to be absorbed into her body.
By the time Mass was over, Sarah was naked save for her shoes and the locket that had completed its transformation into her enslavement choker. Her brother had even removed the rubber band that had held her long brown hair in a ponytail. Now it cascaded down her back to her waist.
As Sarah walked out of church, she felt the start of another change, as her pussy started to get wet. Her mother stopped her in front of Father Holden, and made her stop covering her body with her hands. "Father, can you bless my daughter as she becomes a breeder this afternoon?"
"Yes," Father Holden said, doing a sign of the cross first over her wet pussy. "Lord bless your daughter Sarah. Bless this womb, may it never be empty." Then over both her breasts, leaving trails of her pussy juice, he did the sign of the cross again. "Bless these breasts which will soon grow to provide milk for her offspring." Then over her forehead, he did it again. "And Bless this mind as it grows simple." Then one more time, this time over her whole naked body, he did the sign of the cross again. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen."
As Sarah sat in the back seat of her family's SUV, beside her brother, who she knew was going to be taking her virginity as soon as they got home, she trembled. Thanks to her parish priest, she now knew that her enslavement wasn't going to just force her to have children, it was going to make her mind simple. She wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but she had noticed that Rhonda hadn't been as active in class, asking and answering questions, especially since she'd started to show.
Once they arrived home, Sarah slowly got out of the SUV, attempting to prolong her transformation. Entering the house, she took off her shoes at the door, like she always did, only this time, instead of them being put in the closet, her mother took them from her and tossed them in the Goodwill box next to the door.
Normally Sarah would go to her room and change out of her Sunday bests into causal clothes after Mass. Her Sunday bests having been absorbed by her body, she had no need to take them off, and she knew she wasn't going to get dressed again, ever. Still, she returned to her room and picked up the book she'd been reading the night before, in hopes that no one would bother her until dinner was ready. She especially hoped her evil big brother Sauron would not come into her room to complete her enslavement by taking her virginity and filling her womb with his baby.
It was all of five minutes later that Sauron entered her room, naked as she was. Sarah tried to ignore his presence. He didn't let her, pulling her down her bed and spreading her legs so he could push his hard cock into her wet fertile pussy. She tried to escape as he flung her book aside. She could not. His cock found her pussy. She cried out with wordless pain as his cock thrust through her virginity. Deeper he thrust, in and out, as she tried to twist out and escape. There was no escaping.
Soon her body began to betray her, as she began to moan with pleasure. Then her resistance disappeared as her first orgasm overtook her body. Two times Sauron brought his sister over the top before he thrust hard and deep, sending his seed through her cervix and into her womb. She knew he was putting a baby inside her womb, and her last bit of resistance collapsed for the moment.
Sauron pulled out of Sarah when he was done, allowing a trickle of his seed to escape from her pussy. As he got off her bed, Sarah looked towards her door, noticing that her mother had apparently been watching at least the last bit. "Time to eat," her mother announced.
All through dinner, Sarah could not forget the seed slowly oozing out of her pussy, nor the fact that it had been shot deep inside her newly fertile womb. She wondered what was going to happen to her now. All she could do at the moment, however, was sit and eat, and she was very hungry.
When dinner was over, Sarah found herself back in her room, getting another load of her brother's seed in her pussy. It was not until he was done that she'd found her book from where he tossed it aside. Having lost her place by his actions, she yelled at him for a couple minutes, finding herself relieved that she could still do so, before sitting back on her bed to read again.
Six more times that day, Sauron filled her womb with his seed.
Monday morning Sarah woke to Sauron breeding her. His cock in her pussy felt so good now that she couldn't find the urge to tell him no any more. It seemed that he was taking her really slow, at least compared to the previous day. As she opened her eyes and looked around her room, she noticed that her mother was already at work changing her room.
Mother was packing up all of her clothes even as Sauran noticed Sarah's open eyes, and sped up. Soon Sarah was moaning, and began to beg Sauron to breed her. The words came naturally from her mouth. When Sauron came inside her, Sarah nearly lost herself in the pleasure he gave her.
Sarah didn't get dressed for school. As an enslaved breeder she didn't wear clothes, save an overcoat and boots if the weather was bad. It wasn't, not in this Indian Summer that they were having at the end of September. She did take a morning shower, to clean up from the last twenty-four hours of breeding. Her choker stayed on; there was no way to take it off. It was molded to her neck. Sarah thought she could feel the tendrils from it going into her neck and expanding their connection to her brain.
Other than her nudity, Sarah didn't notice anything different at school. That being said, she also put extra effort into her studying, worried about what might happen to her. She wanted to continue her path to enter high school at the midterms.
When Sarah arrived home, her room was different. Gone were the Disney Princess posters, which to tell the truth, she'd outgrown anyway. Also gone was her dresser, with its packed drawers, replaced with a dressing table that until recently had been her mother's. Also gone was everything that had been in her closet.
"I got rid of everything you don't need anymore," her mother said as Sarah looked over her room. "I also took down those Disney posters, as you need a more mature room now. We'll shop for some new ones, next Saturday."
"What type of new ones?" Sarah asked, moving to sit down at her desk, and booting up her computer. She had homework to do, and needed to get it done before Sauron finished his. If she didn't she wouldn't be able to until after Sauron bred her. She was hoping for some time between breeding as well tonight, so she could finish Lord of the Rings. Sarah thought her mother had to be crazy when she named her brother, but it wasn't going to stop her from reading the book in the name of getting more ammunition.
On Sunday morning, before they headed off to Mass, Sauron handed Sarah a pregnancy test. She took it, and it was positive. She didn't want to be pregnant. She knew thought that there was no way she was going to stop it now. Without the feeling of her brother's seed leaking from her, or his cock inside her, she couldn't stop from being depressed at the course her life was now on. She looked down at her bare feet as she entered the Narthex of Saint Margaret's Catholic Church.
"Hi Sarah," Jennifer greeted. Sarah glanced at her approaching friend from Sunday School and First Eucharist Classes. Jennifer still had clothes on, wearing black saddle shoes, black slacks, a green blouse, and a black cardigan sweeter. She had the cross of an altar server around her neck, and Sarah could just see the lump of her locket half way between her slight breasts.
"Hi Jennifer," Sarah said, in a somewhat down tone. "Sauron was successful last week. I just found out." Her arms were crossed under her breasts and she could barely look up to meet Jennifer's eyes. It was so hard to fight the depression and enslavement she was feeling.
"You're still calling Ron that?" Jennifer asked. Sarah wondered if her tone had once been that bright. "You know he hates that, and I'm sure he's your stud now."
"He is, but it's his name, so I'm going to call him that," Sarah said in a suddenly defiant tone. Within seconds her defiance was over as her arms suddenly dropped to her side, gone limp. Ron put his arm around her naked shoulders directed her away from Jennifer and to their pew. She didn't resist, as the tendrils from her choker had just taken away her control of her arms for the moment.
The previous week Sarah had been a little girl dressed in her Sunday Best, just like Jennifer. It wasn't fair that Jennifer was still a normal girl. Sarah almost wished the locket that she'd spotted under Jennifer's blouse would turn into a choker like hers had at last Sunday's Mass.
Sarah stood between her brother and mother, like she always had, as Mass began. Everything seemed to be weirdly normal at Mass. She was just another naked breeder like Rhonda was across the Sanctuary. Her lack of clothes seemed to be the only thing visibly different from the prior week, as she sat down and watched the children depart for the Children's Liturgy of the Word.
For just a moment she thought she saw the tracings of a choker on both of the altar servers, but she convince herself otherwise by the time the first reading was being read. She kept her head bowed until the Gospel, wallowing in her depressed condition.
When she looked up again during the Gospel Acclamation, she couldn't believe her eyes, as both Jennifer and the other altar girl had absorbed their clothes, leaving their bodies bare from just below their waists to their knees. By the time Sarah sat down for the Homily, both girls had no pants, and their socks were starting to go.
Sarah mentally chastised herself for wishing that Jennifer would join her as an enslaved breeder. Her wish had apparently came true, and spilled over to another girl. She was cursed. When she stood again for the Profession of Faith, Sarah couldn't see that much more had changed, but when Jennifer marched back to the back of the church with the cross to begin the Presentation of Gifts, Sarah noticed that Jennifer was barefoot. Sarah hadn't lost her shoes when she absorbed her clothes. What was happening to Jennifer had to be worse.
Both altar servers were completely naked by the Our Father, and Sarah felt herself beginning to cry. She felt so responsible for what was happening to them. She had to apologize for what she'd done, but when Jennifer came to shake her hand for the Sign of Peace, heading for her family in the pew behind Sarah, the words would not come. She couldn't do it when Jennifer offered her the cup, either.
Sarah told herself she'd talk to them after Mass, as they both walked down the aisle and out of the Sanctuary. She kept telling herself that as she followed her brother out. When she reached Father Holden, both Jennifer and the other altar server were standing there, naked, with wet pussies. They were obviously ready to follow Sarah into becoming breeders. Before she could say anything though, Father Holden called out, "Richard, Jonathan, why don't you take your sisters over to those benches behind them and take care of their fertile little wombs?"
Sarah was too late. She watched Richard and Jonathan push their sisters back toward the benches behind them. Sarah stood in front of Father Holden, and felt her brother's hand on her bare back. "Father, will you bless my breeding slave sister? We just found out that she's pregnant," her brother said.
"Not unexpected," Father Holden said, as Sarah watched Richard push Jennifer down on the bench with one hand, as the other unfastened his pants. Then Father caught her eyes as he did the sign of the cross over her belly. "Lord bless your daughter Sarah. Bless this womb, and the first fruit that it already is bearing." Then over both her breasts, he did the sign of the cross again, as Sarah heard both altar girls cry out at the loss of their virginities. "Bless these breasts which will soon grow to provide milk for her offspring." Then over her forehead, he did it again. "And Bless this mind as it grows simple to love the care of her offspring." Then one more time, this time over her whole naked body, he did the sign of the cross again. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen."
As her brother escorted her out of the church, she heard the altar girls' pain turn into pleasure as they began to moan. Sarah had completely failed to apologize for what she believed she'd started with the altar servers.
