Tomoyo's Deck

Disclaimer-I do not own the cute little loli Tomoyo, her love interest
Sakura, the world they live in or the Clow Card’s basics.
However the new characters that’ll be introduced in this series, including the cards in Tomo’s Deck, do belong to my co-author and me.


Warning-Lemon. If you’re under 18, hate sex, or for some reason dislike the mention of peoples’ no-no parts (especially when they are being used!) then don’t read it. Do read it if you are a pervert, like lesbians, or like the idea of the characters of Card Captor Sakura screwing each other’s brains out. Also, overly religious people might not like this particular chapter, even though the religion being mentioned is completely fictional.

----------Chapter 8: The first of the Belief Trio----------

‘Ello again. Sorry I took this long, life’s been in the way. Now where did Teller leave off? Oh yeah, the Masturbation, I always thought Clow was a little fucked up for making that one.
Now then on to the next adventure! And if you dun like it, TOO BAD!

A week or two had passed since the Masturbation incident, and the only thing that had come of it was Meilin’s joining Sakura and Tomo in just about everything she could, groping them whenever she could, but they hadn’t had sex just yet. That all went on like normal, up until Tomo’s mother started coming home from work later than usual…

Tomo asked her what was up, but the only answer she got was that her mother was doing something Tomo could “help with later this week.” Tomo asked her mother for more info, but in the end had to settle with that, but her mother seemed more than just happy to agree when she asked if Meilin and Sakura could come too, though Tomo had no idea why…

Eventually the day came where they would be helping with…whatever it was. Tomo, Sakura, and Meilin were all in the back of a limo, alone, because Tomo’s mother had gone on ahead to prepare.

~~~

“What do you guys think this could be about?” Sakura asked, glad they were alone and that the driver was behind the tinted, soundproof window.

“I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell me.” Tomo answered her lover, unsure of what was going on.

“Heeeeeeey, if the driver can’t see us, or hear us, what’s to stop us from having more fun?” Meilin asked, making grabby hands in the air at the two girls she wanted to do…something to, for some reason involving the three of them naked, but she had no idea why just yet.

“Hot-shi-“ Kitsu suddenly yelled, jumping out of Tomo’s bag, tripping on the handle and landing with her skirt up, a nun’s headpiece on her head for some reason.

“Kitsu, what on-“

“Your mom found the Religion card! You guys are heading into a card’s lair!”

“But Kitsu, my mother would never-“

“Who’s the sexy midget?”

Silence reined for almost a minute as Kitsu realized that, 1. She’d revealed herself to someone other than her mistress or her mistress’ lover, and 2. She’d also shown said person her privates because of her curse.

“Umm…Meilin, do you remember the Clow Cards?” Tomo began, and after several minutes of explaining (during which Meilin groped the living daylights out of poor Kitsu), including telling Meilin the reason she wanted to be with them, they came to the conclusion that Meilin would be more help than hindrance…on one condition.

“If my mind isn’t gonna be normal until we do this sex thing, we ought to do it now.”

“Meilin, we’re about to head into the territory of the first of the “Church” set of cards, and you want to fuck NOW?!” Kitsu explained from Meilin’s grasp, shocked that anyone could be that nonsensical.

“We’ll have to do it later, alright? We’ll do it after we handle this Religion card. Kitsu, what’s it do?” Tomo asked, deciding that Meilin’s problem could wait.

Kitsu didn’t get a chance to answer because the car stopped at a dark-looking church, and the driver was walking over to let them out of the back of the limo.

“Well ladies, welcome to the church of the little goddess. I hope you enjoy this.” The driver said politely, before walking them in the door of the church and then leaving to go park the limo with the other cars…elsewhere.

Anatomically correct statues of nude men and women were all around in the hallway leading to the main room, all the stone women holding their breasts higher or spreading their nether lips, and all the male statues were erect, some statues even looked like they were masturbating. Tomo was sure she saw one that was moving, but…they were…statues, right?

“Hey Tomo, look at that…” Sakura said, pointing to a painting between to statues of naked girls around the girls’ own age.

“It looks like you, Tomo” Meilin said, pointing as well.

It did look like her, disturbingly so.

“Well, that’s what the Religion does. She takes one look at the new Cardcaptor, leaves, then paints ‘em from memory and calls it her god. She’s a freaky one, if you ask me.” Kitsu explained from Tomo’s handbag, poor Tomoyo staring at the creepy-eyed girl the card had made from seeing her just once. It was indeed disturbing, the blank-eyed, blue-haired girl staring at the girls, her expression the kind you’d find on a girl who’s just seen her first naked person and liked it.

“Well…what else does she do?” Sakura asked to fill the oppressive silence.

“Lessee…she makes her god, sexes a lot of people to get a church, then starts getting followers to worship the goddess and make her and the rest of the set stronger.”

“You never got to explain what a card set is, Kitsu,” Meilin reminded the guardian, annoyed that they’d taken Kitsu away from her. It felt nice to hold the cute little fox-girl…

“Card sets are cards that work together to get a lot of people perverted and let sex rule the area. The Religion’s set also includes the Angel, biggest bitch you’ll ever meet aside from the slut, and the Demoness, who is the nicest of the three.”

“But aren’t demons supposed to be evil and stuff?” Sakura asked, unsure of what to make of that last comment.

“Clow liked to fuck with a lot of things besides the cards. The basic laws of belief were one of the first he screwed up wi-SHH!”

Kitsu suddenly dived into the purse as a woman approached the three. She wore very little, the nun’s headpiece upon her brow covering more of her flesh than the sash she used as a skirt and strapless bra, and her pantyhose accentuated her near nudity. Tomo was amazed that the tiny bra hadn’t ripped apart, since the woman’s large breasts looked like they were going to do just that.

“Hello girls, I am Mother Miscuous, the leader of this church,” the woman explained, and then she patted Tomoyo on the head, saying, “Sister Sonomi was right, you do look like our little goddess. I hope you do not mind that your mother has asked that you assist the prayers, my flock would so love you and your friends’ help, youngling.”

The three agreed with her and were directed to a room to change into the “ceremonial garb,” which had Religion’s name all over it.

“Good freakin’ god, we’re supposed to wear this?!” Meilin demanded of her friends, holding up the scraps of cloth that they had been told to wear, which consisted mostly of silk and bangles instead of actual clothes.

“That woman was the Religion…Mother Miscuous, eh? Probably short for promiscuous, that means that a person has a shitload of sex.” Kitsu said from the purse, “Well, now that we are utterly screwed I suppose we’ll just have to try and catch her off guard or something.”

“Very well, what would you suggest?” Tomo asked, stripping to put on the tiny costume, frowning when she saw that the ‘Ceremonial Garments’ had almost transparent cloth to go over the wearer’s chest and crotch, most of them a light shade of pink, with gold bands along the leg holes, accentuating the wearer’s most private area.

Sakura had already managed to get into hers, and was putting on the bangles, bracelets, and other jewelry that she’d found, the sight of Sakura’s young body, with that tiny cloth just barely hiding her from Tomoyo’s view, left Tomo feeling quite ready to sneak up and sex her girlfriend right then and there, though she knew she had to save her desire to take on the card…

“What did she mean, help with the prayers?” Meilin asked as she put on her choice of the pitiful excuses for clothing.

“You three are probably about to be live porno. Religion’s such a freak, and since her ‘goddess’ is a little girl, that’s what the worshipers masturbate to in prayer” Kitsu explained, idly toying with the end of Sakura’s ‘skirt,’ the material so thin that even her tiny arms could flop it around to reveal something Sakura would have preferred hidden.

“WHAT?!” Meilin practically screamed, the idea of men and women frigging themselves to her body both disgusting and exciting her.

“That’s what she does, and I think these outfits of yours have a spell on ‘em, kinda like my curse. I don’t think you can move without exposing something…” Kitsu continued, making Sakura move her arm to show them how the cloth over her nipples slid so easily away.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and the girls heard Tomo’s mother ask, “Are you three ready yet? It’s about to start.”

The three girls packed Kitsu up and left the changing room to go where they were headed, Tomo’s mother Sonomi making her daughter leave the bag, and Kitsu, at the door.

How did mom fall into this kind of thing? Tomo thought to her self as they headed in, not noticing her mother eyeing Sakura’s butt the entire time, She never acts like this would be her idea of a good time! Did I miss something here? Was there ever a clue that she would do something like this? Well…she is nice to Sakura, but that’s just because Saku’s my best friend, she’d never do something like that, right?

Tomo’s panicking mind was forced to a halt when Mother Miscuous walked in and led them all to a large table, telling them to kindly lie down on it with their arms over their heads.

They complied, not knowing what the card was planning, and ended up shackled into position, the table rising as the Religion stood over them, Meilin getting a nosebleed from seeing a grown woman’s snatch for the first time.

The table rose into the main room of the church, the table where most churches has altars, and everyone in the room was at least half-naked and ready to go.

“Welcome, my flock,” Religion began, “to tonight’s prayer to Our Little Goddess! Let your sex speak to her of your needs, let your seed tell her your thanks, let your pleasure be your taste of her heaven!”

“Tonight, my dears, we have three young girls to take the prayers, all of them of age with the goddess, all willing to hold your prayers and speak unto our queen!” She stated, stepping back and stripping off her remaining clothes, now clad only in her headpiece and hose, throwing out an arm to show her flock Tomo and her friends as the table slid to an angle somewhat closer to a standing position.

“Let the sisters rise to their positions and the brothers come to theirs, let the prayer begin!” The Religion finished, the women in the group going up stairs to a strange set of catwalks over the altar as the men walked closer, each and every person masturbating.

What does she mean, carry their prayers?! Tomo thought to herself, What are they going to do?!

They’re gonna cum all over ya, Kitsu said in her head, then you three are gonna get eaten out. That’s how she always does it; sorry I can’t help more, this lock’s got magic in it.

Tomo’s jaw dropped in shock, just in time for the first man’s jizz to land on her open mouth, the foul taste making her make gag as more men blew their “prayers” all over her and her friends. Eventually the women joined in, needing a bit more time to get to their peaks, and the positive rain of femcum left the three soaked in hot love, almost every available inch of them covered in the goo.

Tomo closed her eyes and tried to focus her mind on other things, pretending that Sakura was licking her body or something, but she had to stop when she heard Meilin panting like a bitch in heat, the brunette’s expression showing that she liked this foul bath of cum, her nosebleed spurting out more blood as each wad of cum struck her body. They really had to get around to screwing her brains out to make her normal again…

Eventually even the women were dry, their “prayers” all sent, and Mother Miscuous bade two ladies forward to send the prayers up to the goddess. Tomo was shocked to see that one of them was her mother, the other the driver that had brought them here.

“Now, my children, we must let these girls’ pleasure take the prayers upward to the Little Goddess, so she may hear them. I shall please the one who looks so like our Queen, you two take your choice and help her send the prayers on to heaven” the Religion ordered, kneeling down to lick away at Tomo’s cum-covered twat, the poor Cardcaptor struggling in her bonds as she was forced to watch her own mother kneel before her lover.

“Sakura…you have no idea how long I have wished to do this,” Tomo heard her mother coo, “Let me please you, as the mother pleases my daughter” Sonomi said, slipping her tongue along Sakura’s wet slit, tears of confusion sliding down Sakura’s face.

Tomoyo suddenly felt the thing that was the Religion card bite one of her nether lips, forcing her to stop staring at that rather arousing sight and remember why she was here. Now if only I could make her cum before me, but my arms and legs are trapped, Tomo thought to herself, grimacing a little as Meilin’s nosebleed spurted higher than ever, some landing on her face this time, as the limo’s driver ate her out.

Might I be of sservicce, misstrissss? A slithering voice asked in her head, You captured me a short time ago, and now I wish to help…and I would rather like to violate some more pussssy, if you don’t mind.

The Tentacle?! Tomo asked, her mind putting image to sound.

Yess misstressss, I can help. I can make you make the Religion cum without you leaving these bindings, but her believers will hurt you if there is not a reason. Perhaps if you declared you were a test sent by the goddess?

I have something better in mind, Tomo thought back, the plan forming in her head.

"Why do you insist on sending the prayers to me when I am here before you?!” Tomo suddenly cried, “Why must you pleasure me when you pray to be pleased yourselves? I am the Little Goddess, there is no need for this!” Tomo continued the Tentacle’s effect making things sprout from her back and entrap the woman licking her.

“You, who claims to be my greatest worshipper, did not even recognize me as I entered this place. You did not remember the sweet taste of me even as you licked me yourself. You must be punished for this, Miscuous.” Tomo said as some of the tentacles began sliding into the Religion’s wet hole, pistoning into the woman, the tentacles’ sensitive flesh making Tomoyo feel the pleasure of pounding into a woman, far greater than if she’d merely been grinding against the other woman’s pussy.

Tomo added more tentacles as the worshipers began fleeing, Tomo’s mother staring in shock from her position between Sakura’s legs as Tomo added more tentacles, fucking The Religion with five of the squishy things, two more sliding into the false nun’s ass, the raw pleasure of the feeling making her moan as the Religion screamed, trying not to cum so she could stay free, losing control quickly.

Tomo had the pounding tentacles bring the Religion closer to her face so she could bite the elder woman’s clit while her growths violated the woman right beneath her chin, pounding deeper as the card finally gave up and screamed her orgasm into the air, cumming all over Tomo’s flat chest, Tomo answering her cry with one of her own, her own cum flooding out from the end of each of the tentacles as well as her pussy the multiplied pleasure of so many parts of her orgasming at once making her scream as the card tried to vanish in a flash of light, but she held it in the real world, wanting to make the card pay for making her watch her own freaking mother eat out her lover.

More tentacles sprouted and stabbed into Religion’s cunt, stretching the flesh as she gnawed on the woman’s clit, forcing the nun to cum again as even more of the tentacles pierced her ass pistoning faster.

Tomo looked over to see how Meilin was doing, and wished she hadn’t. Meilin had somehow broken her own bindings and was holding the driver’s head to her twat with her legs, fingering her butt to the sight of the card being so thoroughly violated.

On Tomo’s other side, her mother had fainted at the sight of the sexual onslaught, Sakura’s jaw dropped, her cum-covered body shaking in either fear or need, Tomo couldn’t tell which.

Tomo continued her assault on the card, blasting Religion with cum from the tentacles several times, not stopping until she passed out, exhausted from so much sex, the use of the tentacles wearing her out faster than normal.

~~~

Tomo woke up to the sound of people moaning. She and her friends were at the side of the church as the former worshipers masturbated to a much more accurate picture of a much older version of Tomoyo, Tomo’s mother just finishing and rearranging her dress as she walked to them.

“I hope you didn’t mind how odd the prayers were, but that’s just how the church does this. You can try it when you’re older dears, now we need to get you three back home.” Sonomi explained to them, not knowing what they’d just been through, thinking that they’d only been there to watch the ceremony and see what had been keeping her home late so often.

The three looked around in confusion for a moment, then Tomo decided to just go with it and grabbed her bag hiding the card in it next to a winking Kitsu, setting off for the limo, the statues now sexily clothed instead of nude, all the pictures of the Little Goddess matching the big one, all of an older girl with large breasts who looked somewhat like Tomo.

When they got to the limo Sonomi left them to drive in her won car, saying that she didn’t want to bother them in case they fell asleep since it was so late.

“What just happened?!” Meilin demanded once the adults were out of earshot.

“We won, and reality fixed itself as good as it could” Kitsu said as she hopped out of the bag, holding the card with one had as she dug around for the book to put it away, her stance letting all three girls see her pert bottom, which gave Meilin yet another nosebleed.

“I didn’t know the Tentacle could do that…” Tomoyo said, remembering how oddly nice it had felt to have those tentacles in the religion’s cunt.

“Well, they are as sensitive as cocks.” Kitsu said once the card was put away properly, her cherry-blossom curse making her the victim of a breeze no one else felt.

“Just don’t do that to me, okay?” Sakura said, shivering. Being eaten out by Tomo’s mom had been a disturbing experience, and the sight of the tentacles had not helped matters.

“Sure thing, Sakura.”

~~~

So, what’d you perverts think o’ that adventure? Kinda creepy how Religion got into Tomo’s mom, isn’t it? Well, if you want the next one, go ask Teller. I’m about to be busy again, hopefully he’ll tide you ever ‘til I can do the one after his. Later all, and who knows what could be next?


----- END CHAPTER -----

Teller's Note: Well, I guess I don't need to get a tide-you-over up by tommorow after all, Speaker came through for us! Wooo, go partner!