Sacred Institute – Act II (5) – final chapter

(The story has been posted with images in this forum post: forum.xnxx.com/threads/the-sacred-institute-with-images-or-illustrations.696663

This particular chapter starts here: forum.xnxx.com/threads/the-sacred-institute-with-images-or-illustrations.696663/page-4#post-16002530

The images themselves are also posted in the album “Sacred Institute images” in my forum gallery of xnxx.com, but be careful of spoilers)

VI. It is all in the family

In the upcoming days, sister Riley occasionally can see her daughter in the park, or at competitions, but they never exchange words. One silver lining of the cold shoulder of sister Renata is that it allows her mother to overcome her grief of abandonment. But it does not help her collapsed sense of purpose. It takes her weeks to get over her daughter forsaking her, but months in order to get her mind in a better state.

It helps that she is so horny, that she comes so much, and that some masters cheer her up. But what probably helped the most is that memories fade with time.

After many years, father John fetches sister Riley from her chamber and walks her to the elevator. He does not give any explanation and instead starts the conversation with a weird question.

“Sister Riley, do you know how old you are?”

“How old I am? Oh dear, I have no idea. Without a calendar and without weekends, the days all blend together.”

“You are about 50 years old.”

“What?? Did you say 50 years? Then I have been here for …?

“Over 30 years. But I can’t fault you for not guessing that, because you don’t look 50. You probably look 27 years old, and I am talking about a 27-year-old super model, considering all the work we did on you.”

“I’m … I’m confused. How has so much time passed? Why am I still so young?”

“No, you are not that young. You are over 50, but look 27. The daily drugs you took also slow down the aging of your appearance. However, it does not prolong your life span.”

“Why did you do that to me, father John?”

“So that we can make more money with you. Not many clients want sex slaves that look older than 40. But with the drugs, you will probably look 36 by the time you are 80. It can take years for a sister to reach her full potential. This way, we can profit longer off you. Also, we can’t have you age too fast compared to the pureblood brothers and sisters.”

The elevator eventually stops and the two step out into a corridor that sister Riley had never seen before. But she barely registers her surrounding, still trying to make sense of what has been done to her.

“Why do we age differently, father John?”

“We have been breeding sex slaves for centuries. At first, we ***********ed only the most beautiful people, then we gradually made sure that they have an abnormally high libido. This led to the unfortunate result that some slaves pushed themselves too far and they hurt themselves or perished of exhaustion or internal injuries. Therefore, we bred them to have more resistant tissues and to have bone structures and stretchable orifices that allow them to take huge cocks in all their orifices. As a result, they lived longer, but unfortunately so long that they lost their enchanting beauty with age.”

“So, you bred them to have an appearance that ages slower?”

“Correct. By the time they die of old age, they don’t even look 40.”

“How do you make drugs that slows down my aging?”

“We have found that the bodies of pureblood slaves form chemical compounds that keeps their appearance youthful. Naturally, we tried to isolate them. However, they were so unstable that they broke down the moment we tried to extract them. Luckily, our slaves produce a solution that enables us to harvest the chemicals that we want: milk.”

Father John opens a door in the door hall and they both enter a white room. She can see a large apparatus with tubes and wires and a machine, showing a heartbeat. When she gets closer, she makes out a person strapped into the apparatus. Suddenly she gasps?

“Renata? Is that my daughter?? Renata? RENATAAAA!!!!!”

She bashes a glass plane that separates her from her daughter, while father John walks up calmly behind her.

“She can’t hear you. She receives sedating drugs that degenerated her brain. After all these years, her mind is gone. There is no thought in that head of hers.”

“Please, take her out, father John! PLEASE! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“There would be no point in that. The degeneration of her brain is permanent. Apart from that, she is put in here for a reason.”

“Why? Why is she strapped to that machine??”

“Milk, like I told you. Unfortunately, not a lot of our slaves produce milk of suitable quality. Sister Renata is one of the few who do, so we try to get every last drop out of her.”

Sister Riley looks at her motionless daughter and notices that her breasts have swollen to a massive size that she has not seen on any sister in the institute.

“What is the point of inflating her breasts? Why torture her with those oversized implants?”

“No, we removed those already. These are her real breasts. We injected tons of stem cells, hormones and drugs into her. As a result, she grew many pounds of additional milk producing tissue and her milk production skyrocketed. Her breasts are too large to hang from her chest so that we have them instead supported by cushioned baskets installed below her. Even if she regained her brain functions, I don’t know if she would be able to walk with those.”

All of a sudden, sister Renata’s body twitches and her mother starts banging against the glass again.

“She moved! She must have heard me! Please, let her out! Let her out, PLEASE!”

“Calm down, those are unvoluntary twitches. We pump her full with hormones that increase her arousal, because it improves milk production. As a side effect, her body is constantly climaxing. Probably a few hundred times a day.”

With her sliver of hope fading, sister Riley starts crying, kneeling on the ground with her head against the glass pane.

“All that for stupid milk?”

“That ‘stupid’ milk is one of our most valuable assets. It allows us to manufacture an elixir that slows down aging. It is not just for appearance, but it can increase the lifespan.”

“Are you not making enough money already?”

“The institute would never sell that. It is for self-use only. Each day we can only manufacture a few batches of the elixir with various quality, due to the limited amount of milk we have. The best batch goes to the head of the sacred family and the second-best batches go to family members next in line.”

“Of course, I should have guessed that the best goes to you, father John.”

“I’m not the head of the sacred family, not even part of the family. The sacred family owns the institutes around the world. I’m only managing one of them. However, I do get the next best batch and a group of my potential successors receive the last batches. But that is all we can produce.”

“What about me? Didn’t you say that you give me some drugs that slow down the aging of my appearance?”

“Very good, you were able to remember that. After processing the functional batches, there is some leftover waste material, which can be turned into the drugs we give to you. The pills slow down the aging of your appearance, but they can’t prolong your lifespan and they steadily degenerate your brain as well. Your ability to maintain and make memories gradually worsens.”

“My memories … go away?”

“Yes. We just saw that you still remember sister Renata. So, your memory goes back at least 5 years. But, do you remember the first time you were fucked by a horse?”

“Uh … I’m not sure …”

“Do you remember your streaming sessions in the pool?”

“Streaming? Pool? …”

“Do you remember how you got to the institute?”

“Was I not born here?”

“No. When you were 18, you raped the daughter of one of our clients and escaped to Mexico to avoid the police. In order to get revenge, our client paid us to capture you and to turn you to a woman to work as a sex slave. You stayed close to the border for a few days, breaking and entering in order to steal money for further travels. But we got you before you could make enough to continue your journey.”

“What??? Is this a joke? This can’t be true!”

“It is the truth. But it does not matter if you believe me, as you can’t remember it anyway.”

“I’m here because of a client? Maybe he will forgive me. Can I talk to him? Can I apologize? Can I surrender to the police?”

“No, he and his wife have long died and their daughter, the girl you raped, has died of a drug overdose after her divorce many years ago.”

“What?? So, the reason I am here has long perished. Can I leave then? Did I do my time in the institute?”

“You wrongly expect justice from the institute. We make money by supplying what is demanded and our client demanded to make you a slave, but not to perform justice. The fact that the reason you are here has ceased to exist makes your suffering more meaningless. But it does not affect our intention to sell you to our clients.”

“Father John, why did you bring me here?”

“So you can say goodbye before you forget her. You did care about her after all.”

“God, I barely remember her… but I know she was so sweet when I got her. And she worked so hard. She even won the tournament, but it did not safe her from this hell. It’s not fair.”

“Her progress was indeed extraordinary, but the quality of her milk outweighs her talent.”

“Wasn’t she pregnant when she left me? What happened to her child?”

“Technically, she has 36 children, but only one of them she gave birth to herself. They are being raised in our schools and will work for us once they turn 18. But…”

Father John pauses for a moment, pondering whether to withhold more information, but decides to continue.

“But they are not the same. I don’t know if you remember, but sister Renata was the product of a germline experiment. All in all, it was very successful, but there were still aspects that could be tweaked. Make her more robust, more flexible, more obedient… and give her a different sense of purpose.”

“What do you mean with purpose, father John?”

“Our slaves should not only have a perfect body, but also a perfect mind. They should be driven to work as hard as a sex slave as possible. I personally exceed expectations when I perform my tasks and I take great pride in what I have achieved. Therefore, I thought I should engineer sister Renata’s genes to make her prideful in her accomplishments.”

“That explains a lot! That is why she was so driven to get to level 10! You saw how outstanding her progress was.”

“Yes, at first, I thought my plan was correct. But eventually her narcissism, egoism, and pride became unbearable. Our clients were not happy with her behavior, regardless of her high level. Therefore, I need to change the purpose to something simpler: Pleasure and Compassion.”

“What does translate to, father John?”

“The girl can be driven to crave sex for pleasure or can be driven to provide pleasure. I wanted to modify one her daughters to have such purposes, but I could not find a proper mix. Therefore, I engineered two girls: One of them will want to fuck our clients as much as possible in order to increase her pleasure. The other one will want to have sex because she is told to do so. We will have to wait and see who does better.”

Father John is surprised to see her suddenly in deep thoughts for a few seconds, after which she mutters her response.

“I think the second one will do better, father John.”

He seems somewhat perplexed by her having an opinion on that.

“I don’t think so.”

“Father John, I have been a sex slave for over 30 years. I think I can speak from experience.”

“You are talking about experience? I have been at the institute for 150 years.”

“What? How can you live that … oh … the elixir…”

“You are not very perceptive, you are? I have been here a long time and I have seen how much clients enjoy it when their slave is enthusiastic about sex. Sure, having them want to serve is good as well, but what has compassion brought you? You refused to kidnap a target out of pity and saved no one. You cared for your daughter and she abandoned you. You loved her and now you are heartbroken over her fate. You don’t think compassion will win; you want it to win so you don’t have to admit your failures”

“Maybe you are right, but I won’t change my mind… But if you are so certain, let’s make a bet. If compassion wins, she won’t be put on that milking machine.”

“And if she loses? Will you put her on the machine herself?”

“I guess … I …”

“Ha, you are out of your mind if you think that I would honor a bet with a slave. But I am intrigued about which daughter will win.”

Sister Riley tries to focus, her deteriorating mind struggling with the timeline of events.

“I don’t know how much time has already passed. How old are they?”

“About ten years old. We will have to wait eight more years until they come to the institute.”

“Do you know their names, father John?”

“They are called sister Ember and sister Mary.”

“Sister Ember and sister Mary? I’ll have to remember their names.”

He has to chuckle a bit at their grandmother, still kneeling at the glass pane.

“We both know, you can’t.”

——-

Sure enough, eight years later, father John visits sister Riley in her chamber and throws a robe onto her bed.

“Put this on. Today is the right of passage for the two girls. You will be there to hold the collars.”

Sister Riley shuffles of the bed and does as she is told. The feeling of clothing on her skin as become so unfamiliar to her. Luckily, the robe is very wide, probably to hide her large tits from the new girls. While she gets dressed, father John keeps explaining.

“This time, none of the girls will live with you. Our clients had more trouble torturing your daughter, because you disclosed too much about the institute to her. We will pretend that you are one of the managing sisters. This way, the girls won’t get suspicious when they see you. In order to prevent a mix-up, you will also receive a new name in the meantime. Until the tournament, you will be called sister ‘Lottie’.”

“Understood. But, father John … why that name?”

“You remind me of a man called Lot in the book of Genesis, who offered his two virgin daughters to be raped by men of Sodom.”

“But I’m not offering these girls.”

Father John smirks at sister Lottie.

“I think the bigger difference is that Lot did it to safe two angles. Also, in the end, the two daughters were saved from being raped. But the granddaughters of sister Lottie, on the other hand, will meet a different end.”

During the rite of passage, sister Lottie stands at the side silently, hoping against all odds that the girls choose prayer instead of sex. And after Thomas abused sister Mary so recklessly, she could even see some doubt in the young girl’s eyes. However, sister Lottie’s hopes are predictably shattered, when the two newcomers naively request to become sex slaves.

A few days later, sister Lottie fetches sister Mary and brings her to sister Ember’s chamber to be fucked by their next master. They are already one level apart. Maybe father John was right. Maybe sister Ember would indeed do better by pursuing her sexual pleasure.

From then on, sister Lottie sees her granddaughters from time to time, when they need to be fetched to other chambers for gangbangs and competitions. Father John made sure that sister Lottie was the one who took away sister Mary’s wolf family and when the girl lost them again at triple or nothing. She would have loved to comfort her granddaughter after she lost a game rigged to never be won in the first place. Sister ember would not have cared for the wolves, but the compassionate sister Mary did. And it crushed her. Maybe father John was right.

A year after the rite of passage, sister Lottie finds herself again serving masters beverages and herself during the great tournament. On the first day, sister Ember outperformed everyone. But to the surprise of sister Lottie, it was not just her that wanted sister Mary to win instead. From a safe distance, she heard them urging the little girl to win the next day. Sister Lottie had enough experience to know that the masters meant it this time.

It seems that sister Mary took their wish to heart as she bravely battled a head-to-head with the frontrunner. However, even sister Lottie was not prepared for the emotional turmoil when sister Mary clutches the win from an apparent loss. Her grandmother was cheering loudly and even high-fiving masters around her that were joining in the celebration.

As spectacular as the tournament was, as quietly passed the aftermath. Father John never talked with sister Riley about the tournament. Since she never got to see her sister Mary afterwards, she has assumed that he did not respect their bet.

Therefore, she had to contain her excitement, when many years later, sister Riley has to put on her robe again and bring sister Mary to one of the rooms in the maternity section of the institute. She wanted to hug her granddaughter, who was spared the milking machine, but instead assumed a calm demeanor in order to not raise any suspicion. This was probably for the better, as, to her surprise, the master is already waiting outside the door welcoming the two women.

“Ah there they are. You are sister Mary I presume?”

“Yes, master.”

“And you are sister Lottie?”

“Uh … yes, master. I brought the girl, but I’ll wait outside …”

“No, no, not this time. You will join us. Let’s go inside.”

When they enter the room, they see a young girl lying in bed, looking quite exhausted, but still welcoming the master with a smile.

“Good morning, master, what can I do for you?”

“Good morning, sister Julia. I heard you delivered a healthy baby yesterday. How are you doing?”

“I did! The baby is fine. I am still very exhausted … but I can nonetheless serve you, of course!”

The master hands a pill to sister Lottie and gestures her to give it to sister Julie.

“You must be exhausted indeed. Poor thing, here, take this pill, it will help you when you rest later. But for now, sister Mary, come here and suck me hard.”

By the time sister Julia has swallowed the pill, sister Mary’s head is already bobbing up and down between her master’s groin. He then continues to instruct sister Lottie.

“Get the new mother undressed and sit her on my lap.”

The two women look at each other reluctantly, but sister Lottie eventually walks up to the bed, helps her stand on her feet, and removes her hospital gown. After she manages to wobble over to the master, he shoos sister Mary away and inserts his cock into the young mother’s pussy. After riding him for a while, her legs start to give in and sister Lottie supports and guides her. The master crosses the arms behind his head and gives sister Lottie a satisfied look.

“Quite impressive. She gave birth yesterday, but her pussy still feels good. She isn’t even bleeding.”

Sister Lottie is stumped about the comment and tries to reply.

“Thank you, master. Our sisters train well to take large objects while maintaining a tight pussy. Our little girl here does us proud.”

After some time, he switches to fucking her ass and eventually, the little girl drops to her knees to swallow his load. She wants to lie down in exhaustion, but cannot rest as she is asked to climb onto the bed on all fours. The master continues with his instructions.

“Not bad, but can you also take a larger cock? Sister Lottie, go fuck her pussy.”

She is a bit surprised, as she had pretended to be a managing sister. Apart from that, she had no idea that the master knew that she had a dick. However, not wanting to refuse her master’s command, she removes her robe, revealing her huge cock, much to the surprise of sister Mary. The master instructs the shocked girl to suck the cock hard and after a few minutes of getting a blowjob from the clueless granddaughter, sister Riley mounts the girl on the bed.

However, even after all the training, she struggles with her sore groin from yesterday’s delivery. The young mother groans in pain, but holds herself steady while getting railed balls deep. After some time, sister Lottie is instructed to fuck her ass, which proves difficult, as her guts had shifted a lot during the pregnancy. However, with each thrust, her intestine aligns with the huge member and gradually she manages to take it in the ass balls deep as well. She powers through it and eventually swallows sister Lottie’s load.

Sister Julia falls exhausted into her bed while the master keeps giving instructions.

“It seems that her guts still need realignment. Sister Mary, go fist her ass as deep as you can. And when you reach her limit, eat her out until she comes.”

Sister Mary tries to be as gentle as possible, but the fresh mother is still groaning and moaning, trying to fit the long arm into her tired ass. Nonetheless, sister Mary manages to get almost all of her arm inside and carefully starts licking her crotch. With her aching body not in a good state for arousal, sister Lottie is instructed to join by sucking and carelessing the girl’s tits. After some time, her breathing intensifies and her body is slowly building towards a climax.

Despite the young mother dutifully performing all requested tasks, the master seems hellbent on tormenting her. Next, he orders sister Lottie to stick her cock in the girl’s mouth and piss down her throat. A few moments after draining her bladder, sister Julia finally manages to squeeze a final orgasm out of her drained body. Her breathing gradually slows down, but her eyes start to look drowsy, until they close eventually and her head falls to the side.

Sister Mary looks in shock, still with her entire arm in the unconscious girl’s guts.

“What happened? Sister Julia? Are you alright? Sister …”

The master interrupts her.

“Don’t worry about her, she is fast asleep. The pill she swallowed earlier has finally knocked her out. You two, strap her into the wheel chair over there.”

Sister Mary carefully removes her arm from the girl’s ass and the two confused sisters sit her in a wheel chair. In the meantime, the master announces into a radio device that they are ready to go soon.

The two sisters push the wheelchair while following their master to the elevator. When the door opens, they are surprised to see father John already standing inside. He ignores them and talks with the master instead.

“Are we ready to go down, sir?”

“Yes, we are.”

Father John presses a button and the elevator descends to the basement, where the group of five people enter a room with a milking machine. Father John instructs sister Lottie and Mary to strap the unconscious girl into the device. They breath nervously while fastening huge padded constraints around the entire length of sister Julia’s arms and legs. They also attach a feeding tube to her face and pumps to her tits. After a few more steps, the fresh mother is suspended in the air with much of her body covered by horrifying machinery.

Father John presses a button and the milking machine starts pumping. Everyone in the room is watching how the giant emotionless apparatus drains the breasts of the immobilized body, until sister Mary is the first one to break the silence.

“Father John, … what is happening to sister Julia?”

“She is being milked here until the rest of her life. We apply medication that will degenerate her brain over the years, removing her consciousness. Regardless of that, she will stay sedated, so there won’t be suffering.”

Sister Mary is utterly horrified.

“But … why??”

“The milk allows us to manufacture an elixir that can prolong the life of the sacred family and other ***********ed individuals such as me. Her milk is exceptionally well suited. It is more beneficial than her service to the masters.”

“But this is such … unthinkable cruelty. Please, father John, have mercy!”

“You are asking for mercy? You? Come, let me show you something.”

The group proceeds through a door to a neighboring door, where they see another milking machine. Sister Mary steps closer to inspect the woman inside and suddenly screams out.

“Sister Ember? Is that you? Sister Ember?? Oh, oh no … what did they do to you?”

Sister Mary starts crying, hitting a glass plane shielding her from the machine. But her attempts at trying to get her attention are futile. Unfazed by the girl’s cries, Father John goes on.

“She can’t hear you. She has been here for almost 18 years. Her mind is completely gone.”

“She didn’t deserve this!”

“Well, you may be right about that, sister Mary. Originally, it was you who was supposed to be in this machine, as your milk would have been better. But after you won the tournament, you were spared and we took the second-best choice. As you can see, you already received mercy.”

“All this time, she has been here … and I didn’t even know. Sister Ember … I’m so sorry sister Ember, I shouldn’t have won, I’m so sorry! What have I done?!”

Father John walks next to her and whispers in her ear.

“What you have done? You did actually quite a lot I must say. The life span of the current head of the sacred family is about to end any day now. The life span was shorter, because the milk came from sister Ember instead of you. This means that by cramming that apple up your ass, you ended the life of the most powerful person in the world. Huh … such a ridiculous circumstance and no one else knows about it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!