Bible Debauchery Novels & Stories

(THIRD PERSON’S POV) Wet, obscene sounds echo through the sanctuary, flesh meeting flesh, violation made audible. Unfiltered. Raw. The kind of debauchery that would make demons applaud. On the sacred altar. The so-called platform of Christ. The embodiment of white and righteousness. This table is meant for Passover and holy wine, not cum and blood washing through the picture of the messiah engraved on the pulpit. Church bells toll in the distance. The smell of incense, candle wax, and sweat. And him—Dakor—Weed and gin. Strong like his assaults. Unyielding.

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

I said. "Tha...tha...that's not t-t-true," Mom stuttered while I flicked at her bean. "Bullshit," I growled. The Pastor's eyes bounced between the action in Mom's groin and the devilish look in my eyes. "Be that as it may, son, the bible tells us in Deuteronomy 27:20 that 'cursed is anyone who has sexual intercourse with his father's wife.' Son, I, uh, don't want you to be cursed."

The part of the christian holy book that insists that there's no peace for the wicked could be wrong if translated literally. The wicked derive unfiltered joy and peace from whatever it is that they do. The thrill, the high emotions. It is like performing in a little orchestra and being the concertmaster. It is a feeling above high clouds, the tingles on their feet and the swelling of their hearts when they perpetrate a pure act of evil thoughts. One could insist that the Bible is wrong in that context, but can one deny that in the place of wickedness is uneasiness? The feeling of being watched? The fear of anybody besting you? Most importantly, the fear of being served your own medicine, wi

No one destroyed his childhood, he destroyed it himself, he ruined himself and is now nothing but a monster. I brought back Bible because he had humanity left inside of him, this guy doesn’t even have a heart, if I get the chance, I’ll kill him first before me, let him impurify the hell, at least the earth should be clean where my Bible lives in. He’s the one people should really be scared of; mafias aren’t a joke and he just taught me that. Living with Bible, it seemed so smooth but every moment with him reminds me of darkness and death. I can’t think beyond that.

The image of her, my spiritual guide, lost in a whirlwind of carnal debauchery, shattered the last remnants of my faith. The horror intensified as I saw Sister Mary, the strict disciplinarian who had always scolded me for the slightest transgression, locked in a debauched embrace with Sister Avery, the sweet and gentle sister who had taught me the Bible verses. Their sacred sisterhood had been corrupted, their once-pure bond twisted into a profane caricature.

‎This wasn’t the Uncle David who joked with my dad and me. ‎This was a man fighting temptation… and losing it. ‎ "Continue what you were doing," he commanded as he fully stepped in front of me. ‎Fuck, this is crazy. ‎God. ‎The way he said it, it sounded raw and hungry and it sent heat spiraling through my stomach down to my lower abdomen. ‎'He wants to watch me touch myself!' I exclaimed in my mind. I don't know if I should be shy or happy. ‎I swallowed, burning with embarrassment and excitement. I bit my lower lip and then slowly started moving my fingers inside my pussy again.

In my defense, I'm doing a service to humanity. I lift my gaze toward my father. "Okay, according to this site, 'Bible Today'—what kind of name is that, anyway?—it says the poor possessed person should be tied up. Apparently, the evil spirit controlling their body—these are the exact words—tends to get violent at the sight of holy water, a cross, or a Bible." I look back at my dad, and we both turn simultaneously toward little Amanda, who’s smiling at us, completely clueless.

Sophia replied "I wish things were different" "Me too but that's how the cookie dough rolls" "So,the bible isn't a religion book?" Jennifer asked "No,it's our history book that tells us who we are,who the others that put our people into slavery are, what happened before slavery,what made slavery happened,what happens after slavery and all that other stuff that I still need to study on" Sophia replied "So,what's the history books that they put in the schools?" Jennifer asked "A book full of lies and dookie" Sophia replied

I moaned loudly, my head falling back as he worked me open again, preparing me for more. “So eager,” he praised me, leaning in between my breasts. “Your tight little hole is sucking my fingers like it wants to be stuffed full again. Tell me, sweet girl — do you want your pastor to bend you over the altar next time? Or should I keep you right here on this desk, filling you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow?” The wicked image made my pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Here,” I gasped. “Please… use me here. Make me your secret release every time we prepare for bible study.”