The Devil’s Church Stage Show
Chapter 3
Zachery was worried sick. Whatever this sick bastard in the devil mask was doing to his mother, it wasn’t going to be anything good. He could feel it in his gut. His heart was hammering so hard it felt like it might crack his ribs. He kept straining against whatever invisible force kept him glued to the pew, but nothing worked. All he could do was watch helplessly as the man stood there with a wide grin behind that creepy purple mask.
The man began using his theatrical voice again, addressing the whole congregation while shaking the metal hoop dramatically with one hand. White smoke started pouring out from both the bottom and top of the cylindrical curtain surrounding Elena.
“Folks,” he announced loudly, voice booming through the church, “Mrs. Whatever her name was here worked so hard to preach abstinence to all the lovely young folk in this church. And yet I ask you, why is abstinence even necessary to be preached in the first place?” He paused for effect, still shaking the hoop as more smoke billowed out. “I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, it is not because of the horny man. We all know who really keeps the keys to sex in a relationship.”
He leaned forward, voice dropping like he was sharing a dirty secret.
“Yes, you are understanding me correctly. It is a slutty woman…”
As the man rambled on with his monologue, Zachery felt a heavy pit forming in his stomach. He had a horrible feeling he knew exactly where this was going. His fists clenched uselessly on his thighs.
“…So you see,” the Purple Devil continued, “this woman’s true enemy isn’t some horny man who wants to fuck every hot woman he sees. Her true enemy is a slut who’ll open her legs for every young man who wants to have sex with her. And well, I’m sure she wants to beat that enemy. You know what they say, in order to beat your enemy, you must know your enemy. So folks… I give you, the new and improved… ELLY!”
With a dramatic flourish, the curtain retracted upward in one smooth motion.
Zachery was stunned beyond belief.
The woman standing where his mother had been could still be recognized as Elena Thompson, but only barely.
The wine-colored Sunday best was completely gone. In its place was a tight white crop top that barely covered anything. It showed off a huge amount of her underboob, the fabric stretched so thin and sheer that not only were her hard nipples clearly poking through, but you could even make out the darker color of her areolas. Below that, she wore nothing but a tiny white thong pulled up high on her wide hips, the thin string sinking deep into her pussy lips and making her thick ass look almost completely naked from behind. On her feet were tall stripper heels, shiny white platforms with sky-high spikes that made her thick thighs and ass look even more obscene. She never would have owned shoes like that in a million years.
But the most dramatic change was her hair. Her long, neatly kept chestnut hair was no longer in its perfect bun. It looked like someone had taken scissors and hacked at it carelessly until it was a messy, cheap-looking fringe that fell unevenly around her face. She stood there with a dumb, vacant look, sucking loudly on a bright red lollipop, cheeks hollowing with every suck.
The Purple Devil stepped closer and offered her the microphone again.
“Hello Elly,” he said sweetly, “just curious… what do you think of abstinence?”
Elena looked confused for a second, then pulled the lollipop out of her mouth with a wet pop. When she spoke, her voice sounded completely different, crass, low and slutty.
“Absti-what now?” she said, rolling her eyes. “Fuck man, I just want some dick in me? Too much to ask for a fat piece of ass like me?”
She turned slightly and spanked her own thick ass hard. The loud smack echoed through the church as her juicy cheeks jiggled heavily from the impact.
“Yeah, I guess a slut like you is only good for fucking, yes?” the Purple Devil asked smugly.
“Bingo, motherfucker,” Elly shot back with a dirty grin. “Now where’s my cock?”
Zachery had never heard his mother curse in his entire life. This was insane. This wasn’t her. This was some cheap, brainless whore wearing his mom’s face.
“I know what you should do, Elly,” the hypnotist continued. “I had my good friend Jax here make sure that only 18 and above could attend today’s service. So why don’t you go crazy here and help some of these young men and women experience their first fucks? They deserve it after being abstinent for so long, wouldn’t you agree?”
Elly shrugged, still sucking on her lollipop for a moment before pulling it out again.
“Look man, I don’t give a shit as long as I have dicks to stuff in me and puss to eat.”
The hypnotist laughed loudly and clapped his hands twice.
Something inside Zachery suddenly changed. He still hated what the man had done to his mother. He still felt sick seeing her like this. But at the same time, a dark, heavy compulsion settled in his chest. If she came to him… he knew he would fuck her. The thought horrified him, but it was there, strong and undeniable.
He watched helplessly as his mother bounced off the stage in those ridiculous stripper heels, her huge tits jiggling wildly under the sheer crop top, ass cheeks fully exposed except for the thin white string of her thong. She made a beeline straight for a 19-year-old girl sitting nervously in the front row, one of the youth group .
Elly smiled wide, reached down and roughly raised the girl’s skirt. The young woman looked terrified but didn’t try to stop her. Elly kept the lollipop aside, dropped to her knees and immediately dived face-first into the girl’s pussy. The 19-year-old let out a hushed, shaky moan as Elly started eating her out with loud, sloppy enthusiasm right there in the middle of the church.
“Well now that we’ve made sure that Elly’s cleaning up for the sins of her past life,” the man in the devil mask announced loudly, his voice carrying through the entire church like a showman, “let’s continue the show, shall we?”
Zachery desperately wanted to keep looking at his mother. He needed to see what Elly was doing, where she was going, how far this nightmare had already taken her. But no matter how hard he tried to turn his head, his eyes and attention were forcibly pulled back to the stage. Some invisible compulsion kept locking his gaze forward, making him focus on whatever the man was doing next. It felt like his own body was betraying him.
The only two women left standing on the stage now were Mrs. Soto and Lila.
Mrs. Soto was of Japanese descent. She was in her early forties but didn’t look a day over twenty-two. She had an athletic, petite body that somehow looked both cute and attractive at the same time. Her skin was flawless, the kind that made other women jealous and ask for her skincare routine. She kept her hair cut in a fashionable bob that framed her delicate face perfectly. Everyone in the church knew her as very outgoing and ionate about her duties, always organizing events, helping with youth groups, smiling and greeting everyone with genuine warmth.
But right now, Rebecca Soto couldn’t even look up to meet the eyes of the man standing in front of her. She kept her head down, shoulders hunched, staring at the floor like she wished she could disappear. Zachery didn’t blame her one bit. After everything he had already seen tonight, Victoria begging for cum, his own mother turned into a brainless whore, Sister Claire parading around in latex with a buttplug tail, he would’ve judged Mrs. Soto if she wasn’t terrified.
The man looked her over slowly, tilting his masked head. Mrs. Soto still refused to meet his gaze, eyes glued to the stage floor.
“So you refuse to engage, do you?” he said with a smirk. “That’s okay, miss. I still have my ways to get the information I need.”
He turned his head toward Bunny, who was still standing proudly beside him in her shiny latex bunny outfit.
“Oh Bunny dear?” he called sweetly. “Does Sister Claire know something about our lovely volunteer here that she’d rather not let the world know?”
Bunny put a finger to her lips in an exaggerated thinking pose, then giggled loudly.
“Naughty naughty! Boss! Sister Claire isn’t supposed to share stuff like that, you know!” she said, still giggling like a schoolgirl. Then she knocked on her own forehead with her knuckles and gave a sharp salute. “But lucky for you, Sister Claire ain’t here! And Bunny’s here to help ya, boss!!”
She leaned in toward the audience like she was sharing gossip and spoke plainly, loud enough for everyone to hear:
“Rebecca Soto hates homosexuals! She thinks they’re an abomination and shouldn’t exist. In fact, her own sister is lesbian and she broke off all ties with her over that.”
Rebecca Soto’s face went deathly pale. She looked absolutely horrified. She had worked so hard for years to create an image of herself as the loving, accepting, open-minded church lady. She didn’t want anyone knowing about her sister or the ugly fight that had torn their family apart. Now it was all out in the open, broadcast to the entire congregation.
The Purple Devil shook his head, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Say Rebecca,” he asked calmly, “you think women don’t belong with women sexually, yes?”
“That is correct,” Mrs. Soto responded meekly, voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you think penises belong with women sexually?” the man asked, completely nonchalant, like he was asking about the weather.
The weirdness of the question seemed to catch her off guard. Rebecca finally raised her head to look at him, confusion mixing with fear. She stammered her answer.
“Y… y-yes?”
The hypnotist nodded slowly, satisfied.
“Glad we have that agreement.”
Before she could react, he stepped forward fast, covered her eyes completely with both gloved hands, and pulled her head in close against his chest. Zachery watched as Mrs. Soto’s body instantly went slack, arms dropping limp to her sides, knees buckling slightly as she leaned heavily into the hypnotist.
The man leaned in close to Mrs. Soto and started whispering into her ear. He spoke for a few long minutes, the same way he had done with all the others. Zachery couldn’t hear a single word, but he watched every second of it with a sick mix of dread and curiosity in his chest. He had to it, if he wasn’t personally involved in all this, if it wasn’t his own mother and his crush up there, this whole fucked up show would actually be hot. The power, the control, the way the man could break people so easily… it was twisted, but part of him could see the appeal. But he was involved. So instead of getting turned on, it just felt like one long, never-ending nightmare.
Soon the man pulled back from Mrs. Soto. He snapped his fingers sharply right in front of her face.
Unlike the others, she didn’t snap out of the trance with a smile or confusion. Her eyes stayed glassy and distant. But she did start moving. Without saying a word, she began stripping right there on stage. First her white blouse came off, revealing smooth, flawless skin. Then her black pants slid down her toned legs. Finally, she reached back and unclasped her black lace lingerie, letting the bra and panties drop to the floor. Her body was just as fit and perfect without clothes as it had looked with them on, petite, athletic, with small perky breasts, a tight waist and smooth shaved pussy. She looked almost too pretty to be real.
She just stared blankly ahead the whole time. Then she slowly spread her legs a little and raised her arms out horizontally, holding them straight like a statue. She looked weird standing there completely naked and spread out like that. Zachery wondered what the hell the hypnotist was planning, but he got his answer soon enough.
He turned to Bunny. “Carry our lovely volunteer down from the stage, nearer to the audience.”
Bunny nodded eagerly and somehow managed to lift Mrs. Soto with surprising ease, carrying the frozen woman like she weighed nothing. She placed her gently on the floor in the open space right in front of the first few pews, still in that same spread-out position.
Once she was in place, the man spoke loudly and theatrically again, addressing the whole room.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Rebecca the Human Penis!”
What the fuck? was the only thought that made any sense in Zachery’s head. What the hell was this man even on about?
The man must have seen the confusion on everyone’s faces because he continued with a chuckle.
“I can see some confusion amongst you lot. Perhaps a demonstration is required. But what better way to demonstrate the effectiveness of a penis than to use a bunch of pussies.”
He clapped his hands twice, loud and sharp.
A bunch of women, mostly the only remaining seated in the church, suddenly stood up. Their faces had clear lust written all over them. They walked straight toward the frozen, spread-out Mrs. Soto like they were in a trance. Zachery watched as each of them grabbed a part of her body and started rubbing it against their own pussies. A couple of the lucky ones took her arms and used her fingers, shoving them inside themselves. Others started humping her smooth legs, grinding hard. Soon the weight and movement made Mrs. Soto topple over onto her back. The rest of the women didn’t care. They climbed on top of her immediately, rubbing their wet pussies on her face, her small tits, her stomach, her thighs, any part they could reach.
Mrs. Soto, who had started out completely frozen and silent, began to loudly moan and shiver with pleasure. Her body twitched under the pile of desperate women. After about ten minutes of constant rubbing and grinding, Mrs. Soto suddenly cried out, loud and proud, that she was cumming. At that exact moment, all the women rubbing themselves on her started cumming too, moaning and shaking together like some kind of chain reaction.
But they didn’t stop. If anything, they continued with renewed vigor now that they had figured out how “The Human Penis” worked. They kept grinding, fingering, and humping her body even harder, chasing another orgasm.
The man just smiled as he surveyed his handiwork from the stage, arms crossed proudly.
“Careful now, ladies,” he called out with a chuckle. “A penis is different from your magical pussies. It takes time to recharge before it can get to another orgasm.”
Zachery continued to stare at the man with pure venom in his eyes. He hated him. He wanted to kill him. He was so focused on that burning hatred that he almost didn’t notice the voice that suddenly appeared right next to him.
“Hey boy toy,” the voice said, low and filthy. “I’m here to pop ya fucking cherry!”
Zachery recognized the voice immediately, even though he didn’t want to. His stomach dropped like a stone. Slowly, against his will, he turned his head.
His mother was standing right there in the aisle next to his pew.
She looked like an absolute mess.
There were thick streaks of cum all over her face, some still fresh and glistening on her cheeks and chin, others already drying into flaky white patches. Her tight white crop top had been stretched and torn in multiple places, lopsiding it badly. One of her heavy D-cup tits was completely covered by the ruined fabric while the other hung out fully exposed, nipple hard and shiny with spit or cum, he couldn’t tell. Her stripper heels were gone and so were her panties. She stood barefoot on the cold church floor, thick thighs slightly parted, her bare pussy visible for anyone to see. Her hair was a disaster, bunched up in messy clumps, strands sticking together with god knows what.
And worst of all, she was casually smoking a cigarette.
Zachery was stunned. His mother never smoked. She had always been dead against it. She would have killed him if she ever caught him with one. And here she was, as Elly, standing in the middle of their church, puffing on a cigarette like it was the most normal thing in the world.
She took a slow drag, blew the smoke out through her nose and looked down at him with that same hungry, slutty grin. She waited for his reply, one hip cocked, completely unbothered by the fact that half the church could see her exposed tit and cum-covered face.
“MOM!” Zachery choked out, voice cracking. “Where did you even get that?”
He reached up and snatched the cigarette from her fingers without thinking, throwing it away. She didn’t even flinch.
“Look dude,” she said nonchalantly, not even sounding like his mother anymore, “a good man gave it to me in exchange for a titty fuck.” She shrugged like it was nothing. “Now you’ve already wasted my cigarette, don’t waste my time. Tell me, which hole would it be?”
Zachery stared at her, completely frozen. This wasn’t his mom. This was some cheap whore wearing her body and face. The way she spoke, the way she stood there half-naked and covered in other men’s cum, asking him which hole he wanted to fuck her in… it made his stomach twist and his cock twitch at the same time. He hated himself for it.
He knew he couldn’t say no.
The compulsion the hypnotist had put on him was too strong. It sat heavy in his chest like a command he couldn’t ignore. Even if he wanted to scream, run, or tell her to fuck off, his body and mind wouldn’t let him. He had to make a choice.
His eyes flicked down involuntarily, over her exposed tit, down her cum-streaked stomach, to her bare pussy. Then back up to her face. She had definitely eaten a lot of pussy as her face was covered in pussy juice. The same face that used to kiss him goodnight and lecture him about purity. Now it was covered in strangers’ cum and asking him which hole he wanted to use.
Elly shifted her weight, thick thighs rubbing together. A thin string of cum dripped slowly down the inside of one leg.
“Come on, baby, you’re into mommy shit?” she said, voice low and impatient. “Mommy’s wet and ready. Pick already. Mouth? Pussy? Ass? Or you wanna start with these tits?” She grabbed her exposed breast and squeezed it, smearing the cum already there. “I don’t care which one. Just use me like the slut I am.”
Zachery’s mouth felt dry. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Part of him still wanted to fight it, to scream for help, to do anything except what his body was telling him to do. But the longer he looked at her, at Elly, at what used to be his strict, God-fearing mother, at what he could do to her now, the stronger the urge became.
He had to choose.