Our "group" has been together for quite some time. While not totally isolated from the world we are set in our ways while following one man. Growing up I always just thought it was like any other religion, but as I grew up I quickly begin to realize that it is in fact a cult. Every Wednesday and Sunday we would all pile in to the large structure in the middle of the compound. There was singing, and lessons but there were other things that weren't so religius like.

Somethings that were very out of the ordinary. Some of these things seemed upsetting to the men in the congregation, but they accepted them none the less. A different lady from each family would meet with the leader before his big message, and one would stay longer than the others before joining him onstage for the weeks "message." After an hour or so the chosen wife and "the one" would return where we would all listen to his teachings and have Sunday supper before going into the great hall for lesiure.

The women weren't allowed to discuss what went on at these meetings, as we were told this is what kept "the one" happy and our church on the path to righteousness. While my father was the one who brought us to this place, it was very clear that my mother wasn't happy, and didn't want this life for us. There aren't a lot of options for a single mother, but you had been discussing making a change. That was before everything got crazy. Everything was about to change drastically for you, I and my sisters.

As time went on "the one" grew ill. While gossip and heresy ran rampant, we were told that he would come back. That his next form was already in our midst. Every week, I watched as my friends who were coming of age were taken to "the ones" compound along with the ladies. They weren't allowed to discuss what transpired and while heavily disappointed, they seemed content with their situation upon returning to the flock.

Time had grown short, the morning of, it was my time. My mother held me before we left the house, explaining that today was a very important day, but that i didnt have to do anything that i didnt want to do. I could sense her uneasiness about it all. I dressed in my best clothes, and everyone celebrated my arrival, as it was my day to go to the leaders compound.

Looking for someone to play multiple females or we can wind it into one. The story won't only be smut driven but will have plot and build as well. A mixture in ages as well, and I can describe more within chat. I don't want to give to much of the mystery away. Kinks:handjobs, facials, incest, age gaps, multiple orgasams for both, clothes: lingerie, bikinis, costumes, oral:giving and receiving, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, interracial. Limits: gore, vore, death, while there will be other male characters involving a jealous factor, I'd prefer not during intercourse. I'm ready to discuss, write an opener and get started. As with all plays comes the fear of ghosting, I'm not a fan of thus. I'm very open to constructive criticism and respect your wants and desires as well. Let's work together to help this cult succeed haha.