Enslaved for Penance I
mc; mg; preg; inc
Martha was not going to become an enslaved breeder if she could help it. She'd watched her sister Jennifer's choker reveal itself, and Jennifer absorb her clothes before her eldest brother, Richard, had bred her. Martha had promptly thrown away the locket that her next eldest brother, Benjamin, had given her, as soon as she'd stepped out of Church.
Unfortunately her pitch had been with just a little bit too much force, and it had broken one of the stained glass windows of the old chapel next door. The broken stained glass window was merely the first action in her acts of defiance that week. That's why she'd been sent with Benjamin to Confession before the Saturday Six O'Clock Evening Mass.
Benjamin had gone first. Martha suspected that he'd gone first to make sure that the priest knew all of Martha's sins. Martha had no idea which priest would be in the confessional. There were three priests assigned to Saint Margaret's Catholic Church and Monastery, plus a retired one in residence. Between the four of them they covered two Saturday Masses and Sunday Masses at Seven, Nine, Eleven, and One.
There was the pastor, Monsignor Edward Jellico, who always gave the hardest penances. Of course he did Saturday Mass at the Blessed Sacrament Chapel in the Vineyard, so he was unlikely. Then there was Father Neil Holden, who always did the Seven O'Clock Sunday Mass that Martha and her family usually attended. She kind of hoped for him, as he was her regular confessor. Sometimes he did the Saturday Mass, too. The young priest Father John Michealsen generally did the Nine O'Clock Mass, which Martha's family only really went to when the time change happened and someone forgot to change their clocks. She didn't know how he was with penance yet, as only her mother had gone to Confession with him.
Finally there was old Father Timothy Gallagher, the retired priest. It was quite likely that he'd be celebrating the Six O'Clock Mass, and if he did, he'd take the first half hour of Confession, at the very least. The priests who celebrated Mass generally stopped Confession about fifteen or twenty minutes before Mass started. If there was a line then, another priest generally stepped in to finish it. If Father Gallagher were the priest, that could be a bad thing, as he was creative.
Benjamin exited the Confessional, holding the locket that Martha was always trying to get rid of that week. He slid it over her head, with the locket going down behind her sweatshirt. She could never stop him from putting it on her, and it seemed to take longer each time for her to remove. At first it had been just a few minutes, then fifteen. Now it would take at least an hour for her to be able to remove it again. "Your turn," he said, grimacing. "It's Father Gallagher."
Martha groaned in turn, before she entered the Confessional. It used to be that everyone confessed through a screen, and it was still possible to do so, but the Confessionals at Saint Margaret's had been altered so that the screen that used to be there had been removed on the right side to allow face to face confessions. Martha always took that side. She knelt down on her side, closed the door, and looked up at the priest.
It was the stark white haired Father Gallagher. "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been six days since my last confession," she said. She noticed that there was a glass vial with something red in it seated on the low shelf between them.
The piercing blue eyes of the elderly priest met hers, and she knew she was going to have to tell him everything. "May God, the Father of all mercies, help make you a good Confession, Martha."
Martha bent down her head and took a deep breath. "I threw my locket into the stained glass windows. I fought with my brother, Ben, every day this week. I even tried to strangle him once when he put the locket back on me. I disrespected my mother and older sister. I locked my brother, Richard, out of the room that Jennifer and I share. I tried to hide from my father rather than hear what my punishment was. I tried to get rid of my locket so I couldn't be transformed in the unlikely event that I ovulated at just eight years old. This is all I can remember and I am sorry for these and all my sins."
During her confession, Martha had found herself starting to cry as she annotated her sins. She sniffled while waiting for Father Gallagher to respond. "Here, drink this," he said. Martha automatically took the vial of red liquid she had seen earlier and swallowed it. It was only a mouthful, and tasted like cherries. "Martha, I sense that you are sorry for your sins, and as penance, you will serve as one of my altar servers at Mass. The O'Connell twins have the chicken pox. Your brother has agreed to be the cross bearer. By the end of Mass, I believe your penance will be complete."
Then Martha placed her hands together and began to pray. "O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all of my sins because of Thy just punishments. But most of all because they offend Thee my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen."
"I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," Father Gallagher said.
"Amen."
"May Gold Bless you," Father Gallagher concluded.
Martha exited the confessional and headed to the Sacristy. She had attended training as an altar sever with her older sister, though she'd never done it. Her parish generally only took children as young as her as altar severs when there was no other choice, mainly because of the heavy processional cross. Of course, Ben was going to have to handle that.
As she entered the Sacristy, she found Ben undressing, having already removed his shirt, jeans, and shoes. As he slid down his briefs, it was obvious that her now naked brother was taking everything off. She smiled. "Laugh it up, Mar," Ben said. "I'm going to be completely naked like Jennifer was Sunday. Apparently I need to know how it feels."
"Serves you," Martha began, only to suddenly stop when she realized something. Her locket was rising against her skin. That red liquid must have been a trigger for her ovulation. It was too early. She was barely eight and only in the third grade.
"What's wrong, Martha?" Ben asked, having completed his stripping and turning to face his sister. The locket was just emerging from below her sweatshirt. "Oh, sorry Martha. It looks like both of us will be naked by the end of Mass." He picked up two wooden cross necklaces, the church's indication of being altar servers on most Masses. The robes were saved for Christmas and Easter, mostly at Saint Margaret's. He tossed one to Martha, and put the other over his otherwise naked body.
Martha barely caught it, the black string just caught by the tips of her fingers. She was too distracted by the feeling of her locket finding its final place against her neck. Mechanically, she put the necklace over her head, allowing the cross to rest above her clothes, just between her barely-worthy-of-the-title breasts. Her gaze focused on her brother, who unlike Richard, she really hadn't seen naked before.
Richard had been breeding Jennifer all week, mostly in the room that Martha shared with her. The morning before, Jennifer had tested as pregnant, which was not unexpected, given the amount of time they'd done it. So she'd seen Richard's hard cock a lot. At the moment, Benjamin's cock wasn't hard at all. It seemed to be shrunk, probably with embarrassment. But as she watched, it seemed to swell just a bit, and start to rise. That was going in her, probably that very night. Martha shuddered.
"Come on, Martha," Ben said. "It's almost time for Mass to start. I want this over with."
"You can't rush Mass," Martha replied, as she followed her brother out and watched everyone they passed react to his nudity. Boys were not expected to be nude, but they could be. They weren't generally naked in Mass though. Martha took stock of her own clothes, knowing they were doomed. She hadn't intended on going to this Mass, so she wasn't in her Sunday best. Instead she wore a pair of worn blue jeans, held up with a white woven belt. She wore a pink sweatshirt that proclaimed her a Princess. It had been Jennifer's until Sunday. Her canvas shoes covered white ankle socks, and she wore a pair of pink panties.
As they reached the Narthex, and Ben secured the processional crucifix, Martha could feel those panties tightening against her body. She was starting to absorb her clothes. She lined up behind Ben, and waited for the choir to start to sing the Gathering Hymn. By the first note of "Lift High the Cross" her panties were gone, and she could feel her jeans against her private parts. She knew that her crotch would be the first area of her body to be revealed. She'd seen enough girls absorb their clothes by now to know, and Jennifer had told her about how hers had gone.
As Martha began the slow procession into the church, she felt her pants tighten against her crotch. She kept her eyes forward, and tried to ignore the feeling, but by the time they reached the altar, the cool circulating air of the Sanctuary was enough to tell her that her pussy was bare. She doubted many could tell, as she bowed and then proceeded to her spot at the priest's left. Her naked brother joined her, whispering "Sorry" to her again.
"Good Evening," Father Gallagher said. "Tonight we will hear the story of the ten lepers, as we watch yet another of our daughters take up her new life, absorbing her clothes, and becoming clean and fertile in the eyes of the lord. Her brother stands with her in naked solidarity. Now let us pray."
Martha moved to hold the book before Father Gallagher as he read the collect. She barely was able to make sure she followed the instructions on her first Mass as altar server. Instead she felt the naked patch where her pants disappeared start to spread down between her legs and up her behind. It felt like her pants were trying to squeeze her out of them as they disappeared, leaving only the feeling of the cool air behind them.
She returned to her place next to her brother when they began to sing the Kryie. Her jean pockets had been absorbed, and some change dropped to the floor, the tinkle being lost in the singing. There was no longer a complete stretch of cloth reaching from her ankles to her waist. She was never so glad to sit down.
The first reading was from Second Kings, about Elisha and Naaman, but Martha wasn't paying attention to that. Instead she tracked the line of absorption down to her knees. The Ninety-Eighth Psalm was sung, but Martha didn't sing, she felt her pants disappear from her knees to her ankles. She felt her belt tighten during the Second Reading from Second Timothy, and then suddenly nothing was pressing against her waist any more, but the bottom hem of her sweatshirt.
She hadn't noticed her socks going, but as she stood to sung the Gospel Acclamation she felt just a bit of the stone altar on the balls of her feet. Martha glanced down and saw the top of her foot through her shoe laces instead of the tongue of the shoe. It was only a brief glance though, as she and Ben went to get a candle each and assumed positions to the right and left of Father Gallagher. As he introduced the Gospel, her now bare feet settled on the ground.
The Gospel was short, about ten lepers that Jesus had healed, not long enough to really start on the loss of her last piece of clothes. By the time she returned the candles to their place, and sat down beside Ben, though, the sweatshirt was tight against her body, like all the clothes she had worn had become right before she started to absorb them.
The Homily was long though, as Father Gallagher's always were. Martha tried to ignore what was happening to her, or at least appear outwardly that she was. Her sleeves went upwards first, and then Martha felt her back go bare against her chair. Her sweatshirt was now basically a bib, one that immediately started to get shorter. It was gone by the time the Homily was over, leaving her naked as her brother had been all Mass.
When she stood for the Profession of Faith, Martha began to feel a little warm. Her pussy was tingling a bit as she displayed her naked body to the faithful. The feeling grew as she recited the Nicene Creed, and she began to get an urge to feel her pussy. Her hand touched her sensitive pussy as the prayer ended.
Then the lector began to read the Prayers of the Faithful. About midway through, Martha noticed that her pussy was getting wet, as her breath was starting to come in gasps of pleasure. "May all of our breeders, especially our new young ones, Bethany, Jennifer, and Martha, be fruitful and multiple for the Lord. For this we pray."
"Lord, hear our prayer," Martha and the whole church replied.
Her brother had noticed Martha feeling her pussy. Ben reached over and pulled her hand away from her pussy. "Not in church, Martha," he said. Martha found that while she couldn't resist feeling her pussy before his action, once he gave the order, she obeyed. Her pussy still tingled and stayed wet.
The Prayers of the Faithful ended, and Ben departed with the Processional Cross to the back of the Church. Martha stood up as well, and move the Chalice to the altar. Then she returned to her seat as the ushers began to collect the offertory. She was sure she was starting to leave a wet spot on her chair. She also really wanted something against her pussy.
Father Gallagher descended to the foot of the altar, and Martha followed him, standing to his right. As soon as she took her place, Ben began leading the Procession of Gifts up the aisle. Martha noticed that his cock wasn't quite the limp thing it had been when he'd undressed before Mass. It was thicker, and starting to point out from his body. She knew where it was going, soon, and knew her body wanted it. Ben passed her with the cross and she nearly missed her cue to take the basket of money from Father and place it in front of the altar.
Martha then took the wine decanter and proceeded Father Gallagher to the alter. She placed it in its place opposite the Sacramentary that had already been placed there by her brother. She then retrieved the wine cups, and brought them to the altar, along with the purificators, arranging them in place. Then she brought up the cruet of Holy Water, and waited while Father Gallagher mixed a few drops of it with the wine. Taking it back, she put it back on the side table, and joined her brother. She took the pitcher from him, as he held the bowl and the towel.
Waiting for their next cue, Martha had a moment to take stock of how her naked body was feeling. Her pussy was wet, and it felt like there was a knot just above it inside her body that seemed it be waiting for something to uncoil. Her nipples had started to tingle. She looked down at her brother's cock. It wasn't just thicker and starting to point out from his body, but it was pointing upwards, as if it was waiting for her to raise her pussy over it and down through her virginity.
They moved forward, and Martha poured the water over Father Gallagher's hands. He took the towel from Ben and dried his hands. Then they returned to their seats, and Martha picked up the bells, as it was her job to ring them at the right places. They knelt, and Martha rang the bells for three seconds after "given up for you" and "in memory of me." Unlike the last time her sister had done it, Martha got the timing right. She then put the bells down and slid the pillow they were on back to the side of the chairs she and her brother shared.
As they continued to kneel, waiting for their next cue, Martha felt her brother's hand sneaking around her back side. It slid between her legs, forcing them a bit further apart as he touched her pussy for the first time. Apparently he was allowed to touch her, while she wasn't allowed to touch herself at Mass. The knot above her pussy didn't loosen; it seemed to tighten as she had to gasp. During the Great Amen, she fell forward onto her hands as the knot suddenly released and she came for the first time in her life.
Ben helped her up, so they could stand for the Our Father on either side of Father Gallagher. Martha felt so weak as she stood there, that she was sure she was going to collapse. Her body seemed to want Ben, and she wasn't sure she could stop him, or even wanted to.
Just before Sign of Peace, Martha noticed that her father was seated in the third row, where he usually sat on Sunday. She had thought that she and her brother were the only members of the family attending this Mass. So at the Sign of Peace, she went down to share it with her father. "Peace be with you father," she said.
"And peace be with you, daughter-niece," her father replied. "Ben, I expect you to take good care of your sister. She's going to need all the baby seed you can give her for the rest of her life."
Martha returned to the altar, reflecting on her father's words. She was a second generation enslaved breeder now. Her mother had actually been the first enslaved breeder in the parish, her sister Jennifer had been enslaved last Sunday. She knew what being a breeder was like. Her mother seemed to be always pregnant, and her father and mother liked to have sex often. Her mother often said that she couldn't refuse, and didn't want to. Jennifer had started to say the same.
Her mother wasn't very smart, though Grandmother said she once had been. There were a few trophies at home from when her mother had won the Spelling and Geography Bees in the fifth grade. That had apparently stopped when her mother had ovulated while wearing the new necklace that she'd gotten from her brother. Now all she did was take care of her children and have more of them. Her children did not go to her for homework help. Her mother often said that their father had left her barely able to read.
Martha loved to read. She was sure that would make her depressed as she lost her reading abilities. She was going to miss that.
Martha took communion, and returned to the altar server chairs. This time, though, she didn't sit down on her chair. Instead she had to sit down on her brother's hard cock, losing her virginity right in the middle of Mass. She had plenty of time to work to a climax on her brother's cock while communion was distributed. Ben was also very hard and ready. It didn't take long at all for him to shoot his first load into her newly fertile womb.
In fact he finished before Father Gallagher finished distributing communion. With Ben's seed leaking from her pussy, she went up with him and took the items one at a time that Father Gallagher, returning them to the side table before going back for the next one. Once the altar was clear, they returned to their seats. Martha could feel her brother's seed leaking out on to the hard oak chair.
Before the priest returned to his own chair, he went by the altar servers, and whispered into Ben's ear, "Good job, but not during Mass again." Martha could see how much her brother blushed.
There was one announcement before closing prayer. "Everyone is reminded that Octoberfest will be occurring on Saturday at noon this week," the lector informed everyone, before Father Gallagher gave the final blessing.
Martha followed her brother out as he led the procession out of the Sanctuary. She could feel his seed on her neither lips. All week she'd been trying to avoid ending up like she was now, naked with her brother's seed inside her fertile womb. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop Ben from doing it to her again. She was going to have Ben's baby, just like her older sister was having Richard's, and her mother kept having her father's. She was not going to be able to resist that. She probably wouldn't be able to stay smart either.
