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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
ADDED DISCLAIMER: This story contains the usage of religious iconography in rape scenes and recreates the depiction of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. Not only is everything in this story immoral and wrong and not to be done in real life, if you are a super-religious person, this might not be the story for you.
Kelsea Ballerini couldn’t believe her ears.
Her so-called best friend, Carly Pearce, had been blabbing to everyone they knew about sleeping with her boyfriend Chase behind her back.
And not only that, the stupid cunt had admitted to sleeping with her ex-husband Morgan behind her back AND admitted to being the one that started the rumor about her cheating on both of them.
After taking some time to save her relationship with Chase, Kelsea knew what she had to do.
She had always been the vindictive type and Carly had committed the worst kind of sin as far as she was concerned, by interfering in her personal life and then spreading lies about her.
“You more than anyone should know what happens when you get on my bad side, you stupid bitch!” Kelsea shouted at the picture of her and Carly on her phone, slamming it into the wall since she could no longer stand the sight of her one-time bestie.
Fortunately, Kelsea had devised a plan to completely ruin Carly in every way possible, and she was currently sitting in the office of a church where an actor friend of her and Chase was dressed up as a priest and sitting in the confessional waiting for Carly to arrive.
Carly was doing a lot of church-related public relations for her new single called “Church Girl”, and as such, she thought it would be nice to actually confess her sins to a real priest.
She’d like to say she was actually sorry about what she had done to Kelsea over the years, but she wasn’t.
Carly had secretly always hated that dumb blonde slut Kelsea for her success, as she considered Kelsea “beneath” her in every way and not a true country singer like she was.
So Carly had come here, in a tight white dress like what she thought a good Southern “church girl” would wear to church to “confess” her sins.
But little did she know this day would be the last day anyone would ever have anything but scorn for her.
“She’s here. Time to go to work,” Kelsea told the guy she had hired to do this, sliding off of his dick after she had sucked him off and ridden him to the point of cumming inside her pussy a few times.
“You got the stuff?” he asked as Kelsea nodded her head yes and pointed to her oversized purse, which was more than big enough to hold all of the items they were in agreement they needed for the night.
“And Chase?” he asked her, not wanting it to get out that he had just fucked Kelsea in return for him helping her with this.
“And don’t worry hon. As long as you do this for me, Chase will never know I just fucked you behind his back,’ she assured the guy as he hastily put his priest’s uniform on and headed to the confessional booth.
“How can I help you, my child?” the priest began when he sat down, seeing Carly in her tight white dress through the screen separating them.
“Hi Padre. It’s Carly. I have something I need to get off my chest,” Carly began when she heard the “priest” addressing her, eager to confess her sins to him.
“Go on,” he told her, already getting a hard-on from the combination of looking at Carly in the dress and Kelsea giving him a handjob as he spoke to her.
“For the last 5 years I’ve made my best friend’s life a living hell by sleeping with anyone she’s involved with and then spreading lies about her being the unfaithful one,” Carly started off as Kelsea sneered at her through the partition, hatred filling her eyes for the woman everyone, including her, thought was her best friend.
‘And how does this make you feel?”” the phony priest asked her as Kelsea sat in his lap and stared a hole through Carly,
“Honestly? And this never leaves this booth?” she asked him, looking for reassurance.
“The words that are spoken between us in this booth are protected by the covenant I have with God through the Sacrament of Reconciliation," he assured her, Kelsea nodding her head and smiling evilly as their plan began to take shape.
“I hate that bitch! I can’t stand her! I didn’t mean to do what I did but when her ex husband and her current boyfriend hit me up and told me they wanted to sleep with a real woman for once instead of a fake bich like her I couldn’t pass that up,” Carly sneered, smiling and laughing as she recounted the stories of her sleeping with Morgan and Chase.
“Kelsea is a fake fucking country star! She’s a fucking pop artist! She only got where she is by sleeping with everyone! But I am a good Christian woman so I came here to confess my sins anyway even though I’m not the least bit sorry that I did it,” she continued, Kelsea wanting to scream something back at her but stopped by her friend’s hand going over her mouth.
“Well Carly, God will forgive you for your sins no matter what they are-” he began, cut off by Kelsea pulling the partition open and revealing herself to her.
“JESUS MAY FORGIVE YOU FOR IT BUT I NEVER WILL YOU STUPID BITCH” Kelsea shouted as she lunged at Carly.
“Kels? What the FUCK are you doing here?” Carly spat at her as Kelsea swung her fists at her, stopped only by the fake man of the cloth.
“And who the FUCK are you?” she shouted at the man as he came between them.
“I HATE YOU CARLY! I CAN’T STAND YOU! AND THIS MAN ISN’T REALLY A PRIEST…” Kelsea shouted at her as the guy took a chloroform-covered rag out of his pocket and stuck it over Carly’s face as she argued with Kelsea, knocking her out within seconds.
“I’m a friend of Chase’s, you stupid fiucking whore. And Kelsea paid me handsomely..,both in cash and in pussy…to help her teach you a lesson…” he told her as he held the rag to her face, his words the last thing she heard before the chemicals put her out.
“That’s right bitch. Breathe in the chloroform. Jesus was crucified for his sins once and now it’s time for your career to be, too. Only in your case don’t expect a resurrection of it three days later,” Kelsea sneered as she removed the baseball cap, tight blue jeans and tight orange shirt she was wearing and pulled off Carly’s dress.
“BITCH,” Kelsea hissed as the man she had hired for this job began helping himself to Carly’s tight body, licking and sucking on her tits as she slumbered from the effects of the rag.
“Handcuff her,” Kelsea instructed the guy as she produced a pair of handcuffs and handed them to him, allowing him to handcuff Carly to the bench as he turned the small, dim light on in the booth.
“Got them from Chase. Let’s just say we use them every now and then to spice things up in bed,” Kelsea told him when he questioned where she got them before turning his attention back to Carly.
“Wake up slut!” Kelsea shouted at her as she climbed on top of her and slapped her around, eventually bringing Carly back to consciousness.
“HELP ME!” Carly shouted when she realized she was handcuffed and unable to escape the beating Kelsea was currently giving her as she continued slapping her, pulling her hair and kicking her in the ribs and the cunt.
“No one can hear, you dumb fuck. It’s off-hours for the church and we have all night to make you suffer,” Kelsea hissed as she climbed on top of her and started twisting her nipples, making Carly scream out in pain.
“OH GOD! STOP THAT! YOU KNOW I HATE HAVING MY NIPPLES TWISTED!” Carly shouted as Kelsea continued torturing her.
“I know everything about you Carly. Everything…” Kelsea taunted her as she knelt between Carly’s legs.
“W-what do you mean by t-that?” Carlly shakily whispered, beginning to fear she was in some real trouble.
“You’ll see…” Kelsea taunted her once more as she took the cross necklace from around her neck and held it at the opening to Carly’s pussy.
“Remember all those “girls’ nights” we had after our divorces? When we would have fun with each other? You won’t be enjoying this…” Kelsea sneered as she took the cross and slid it into Carly, beginning to roughly fuck her with it as her male accomplice tweaked and bit Carly’s nipples.
“MMMPPPPHHHH! FUCK! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT!” Carly shouted as Kelsea fucked her with the necklace, the rough edges of the cross digging into Carly’s cunt walls wirth every thrust.
“Shut this bitch up!” Kelsea snapped as she raped Carly with the necklace as the guy she was with took his dick out and forced it down Carly’s throat.
Carly was now being raped by the dick in her mouth and the cross necklace in her pussy and all she could do about it was give out muffled screams as she was double-teamed.
“Suck my dick or I’ll make sure you never breathe again!” the guy shouted at her, grabbing a handful of hair and forcing his dick all the way to the back of her throat, blocking her airway.
“Chase was right. You do know how to suck dick…” he told her as orally raped her, Carly shooting daggers at him as he forced his dick down her throat again and again.
“Cry Carly…cry!” Kelsea taunted her after the guy shot his load down her throat and pulled out of her, the pain from Kelsea raping her with the necklace coarsing through every fiber of her body and causing her to cry out in pain.
“Come on Kels. I think it’s my turn now,” her friend told her, tapping her on the shoulder as Kelsea kept plunging the business end of the necklace into her, laughing nastily in Carly’s ear as she dug the cross into her sensitive cunt walls one last time.
“UH,” Carly moaned out in relief when she felt Kelsea pull out the necklace, only to cry out in despair again when the guy working with Kelsea took his place between her legs and plunged his dick into her.
“No…please…haven’t you done enough to me already?” Carly weakly whispered as the guy started raping her pussy with his dick, both him and Kelsea knowing what was to come.
“We haven’t even started with you yet, you conniving cunt,” Kelsea sneered as she twisted Carly’’s nipples again just to hear Carly curse her out.
“FUCK YOU KELSEA! I HATE YOU!” Carly shouted as Kelsea took the belt off of the priest outfit and started whipping Carly like a dog across her tits.
“SAY IT AGAIN! SAY YOU HATE ME AGAIN! I DARE YOU CARLY!” Kelsea shouted at her as she whipped her tits with the belt, threatening to wrap it around her throat.
I-I d-d-on’t hate you…:” Carly stammered as Kelsea menaced her with the belt, smiling at her when she heard her verbally back down.
“That’s what I thought you’d say. You’re gonna have a lot more to worry about soon anyway,” Kelsea told her as she watched her friend hammering into Carly’s cunt.
“This is a fine pussy you have Carly. Think I’m gonna have to cum in it,” he told her as he fucked her, smiling back at Kelsea as he said this.
“NO! PLEASE DON’T CUM INSIDE ME! PLEASE!” Carly begged him as he picked up his thrusts into her, his grunts growing louder as his orgasm grew closer.
“We know each other’s cycles. She’s ovulating right now. Cum in her! Knock her the fuck up!!!,” Kelsea spat as he continued pounding into her.
“FUCK!!! NO!!! PLEASE!!! Kels. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you or said about you. Now make him pull out!” Carly begged as she felt him burying himself inside of her.
“FUCK. YOU. BITCH!” Kelsea sneered at her, the man raping her grunting and cumming in her pussy as Kelsea said the word “bitch”, filling up her fertile womb with his seed as he shot into her in thick, sticky globs.
“OH GOD…” Carly sobbed as the man’s thick, sticky seed continued to fill her, overwhelming her defenseless womb as he bathed her cunt walls in it before finally pulling out of her.
“Why? Why me?” Carly sobbed as the man raping her started thrusting his dick in and out of her again, Kelsea spitting on her and sneering at her the whole time.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out what you did, Carly? People talk in this town. Now they’re gonna be talking, alright. ABOUT YOU!” Kelsea shouted at her as the guy drove himself in and out of her, Carly’s abused cunt walls taking their second pounding of the night.
“Please. Just cum in me already and let me go. You probably already got me pregnant…” Carly softly whispered as Kelsea lashed her tits with the belt again while her partner in crime savagely attacked her cunt.
“Do it! Cum in her! Make sure this bitch has a baby!” Kelsea commanded him as he held her down and came in her again, erupting into her pussy with a continuous stream of his seed as it flooded past her cervix and into the fertile fields of her baby factory for a second time.
Carly could do nothing but face the wall in shame as she felt him filling her up to the brim once more, silently sobbing as he finished up and pulled out of her.
“We’re not through with you yet…” Kelsea sneered as she spat on Carly, showing her disdain for her once more.
“Take the cuffs off, This bitch is broken now,” Kelsea told her accomplice as he removed the handcuffs, Carly unable to put up any sort of a fight as Kelsea approached her.
“Remember this bitch?” Kelsea taunted her as she produced a strap-on dildo from her purse, put it on, and shoved it up into Carly, fitting it snugly into her as she began to fuck her with it.
“We used to use this to get each other off. Now it’s gonna be used to make sure you have a rape baby!” Kelsea shouted at her, fire in her eyes as she twisted it even deeper inside Carly, making Carly scream in pain from the feeling of Kelsea literally trying to fuck her guts out with it.
“SCREAM! SCREAM BITCH!” Kelsea taunted her as she tore Carly’s pussy apart with the fake dick, only pulling it out of her when she got a better idea.
“NO!!! NOT THERE!!!! FUCK!” Carly shouted when Kelsea lifted her hips off of the bench and drove the dildo into her ass, the pain unlike anything Carly had ever felt.
“TAKE IT UP THE ASS SLUT! I KNOW YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF THING!” Kelsea shouted at her as she anally raped her with the strap-on, Carly’s screams filling the empty church as her other hole was ruthlessly violated by her former best friend.
“Maybe you’ll like the real thing better,” she sneered when she took the plastic dick out of her, only for it to be replaced by the male rapist’s dick, as he started fucking her ass.
“Damn. I guess you really are an “up-the-butt-slut,” he taunted Carly as he fuckled her ass, her anal ring even tighter around his dick than her pussy was.
“Stupid slut can’t even fight us anymore,” he laughed as he drove his dick into her tight asshole, the faintest trickle of blood starting to paint his dick.
“No more…” Carly mouthed as the guy started unloading in her ass, cumming deep into her bowels just as he had her pussy.
“Oh there’s more to come, you homewrecking whore. Just wait…” Kelsea taunted her as Carly tried to crawl away, letting her get away before grabbing her by the hair and leading her to the worship center.
“Put her on the cross and tie her up,” Kelsea directed her fellow rapist as he carried Carly’s nearly lifeless body to the large cross that had been placed at the front of the room and tied her hands and her feet to it.
“I’ve never fucked anyone on a cross before. I’m looking forward to this,” he told Kelsea as he mounted Carly and slid into her again, beginning to rape her for what would be the final time that night as Kelsea rummaged through her purse for the final things she needed for the night.
“Who’s the one who’s beneath who now Carly? Stupid slut,” Kelsea sneered as she fingered herself to the sight of Carly being raped again, moaning out in orgasm several times by the time her friend ws approaching his own orgasm.
“Hurry up and cum in her. I can’t wait to string this bitch up,” Kelsea told him as he started to quicken his thrusts into her, pinning Carly down against the wood of the cross as he moaned in her ear and came in her pussy for a third time, sending his final wave of baby batter deep into her battered, fertile womb.
“The worst is yet to come…” Kelsea taunted Carly when he finished cumming and pulled out of her, standing at the other end of the cross as she took out a can of red paint and a paintbrush.
“W-what are you doing to me?” Carly stammered when she felt Kelsea start to paint something on her forehead, and then go to the other end of the cross and paint something on her stomach.
“Branding you,” Kelsea sneered as she admired her work from afar, taking in the sight of Carly spread-eagled on the cross with a scarlet letter “A” painted on her forehead and the words “I’m a dirty slut” on her stomach with an arrow pointing to her pussy slit.
“String her up,” Kelsea told her co-conspirator as they both stood on each end of the cross and started lifting it with some rope until it was in an upright position with Carly having taken on the appearance of being “crucified” for her sins.
On the big screens in the room they left a message that read “here lies Carly Pearce. The Whore of Nashville. Her life and career are gonna die for her sins” as they prepared to leave the scene of their crime just before sunset that night.
“What should we do with her now?” the guy she had been working with asked her, since they didn’t really have a plan for what to do with her after.
“Leave her there. She can be the star of the Sunday sermon. Chase and I go to this church so we know the real reverend. This week it happens to be about the dangers of adultery,” Kelsea told him as they left the church together, Carly still strung up on the cross hoping that by Sunday morning she would still be conscious enough for someone to take pity on her.
Kelsea heard through the grapevine that someone found Carly in a nearly-catatonic state at the church that Sunday morning and called the police, but Carly was so traumatized by her ordeal that she had a hard time telling them a believable story.
So it came as no surprise nine months later when Carly gave birth and refused to name the father of her child that no one believed her story then, either, when she said it was a rape baby.
Now she’s’a single mother to a child of rape with no career to speak of since she had been completely shunned by Nashville.
In the end, her career and life as she knew it had indeed been crucified, just like Kelsea told her they would be.
With no resurrection from the hellish new life Carly now faced on her own.
