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I only saw him for
a moment before he was right up on me, his hand over my mouth, and
his arm holding me tight. He told me to shut up and that if I did, I
wouldn’t get hurt. He slammed the door behind him and pushed me
onto the ground. He was so strong. Picking me up, he threw me on the
bed and then was immediately on me. I tried to get away, but he
grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me right back down. I struggled
and struggled, but it was no use. He forced my legs open and pinned
my hands down behind my head.

Taking his hand off
of my mouth, I went to scream, but he slapped me right across my face
before I could make any sound. I looked at him in shock, and he
spoke. I remember exactly what he said:

“The only
thing you can do for yourself, slut, is realize that you are totally
helpless. Are you smart enough to do that?”

I was scared and
told him to stop, to let me go, but it was no use. He rose up off me
and peeled off his shirt. His shoulders and arms were covered in
tattoos, and muscles rippled across his chest. I only had a few
moments to look though. In an instant, he had pulled the thick
leather belt out from around his waist. He cracked it in the air, and
I tried to object, but it was too late.

He jumped off the
side of the bed and rolled me onto my stomach. I tried to cover my
ass with my hands, knowing exactly what was about to come, but it was
no use. With one of his powerful hands, he bent my wrists behind my
back. With the other hand, he started touching me. Touching me on my
ass and thighs. I did my best to escape, but he was just so powerful.

Letting go of me,
he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and set it on the bed
right in front of me. He told me that he was going to spank me with
the belt, and that after each stroke, I had to read the words aloud.
It was humiliating. I told myself I wouldn’t do it, but then
the belt hit me. A red hot pain washed over my ass and I cried out,
but he showed no mercy.

“Wrong
answer,” he told me, hitting me again.

Grabbing me by the
hair, he reeled back to hit me again, and I finally relented.

“Fuck me,
Master,” I said, reading the words off of the paper.

He slapped me with
his hand this time telling me to speak louder, like I meant it.

“Fuck me,
Master!” I said again, louder and starting to really mean it.

“Beg,”
he told me.

I didn’t have
to read the words this time. I had submitted to him.

“Please…
Please Master. Please fuck me!” I begged.

It was no lie. I
wanted him. I wanted his cock. I wanted him to hit me, to abuse me,
to treat me like his piece of meat. Unzipping his pants, he pulled
out his prick and stuck it in my face, already hard from the
excitement. Part of me wanted to wrap my lips around his warm,
throbbing shaft. Part of me wanted yell out the safe-word that we had
agreed on. Part of me wanted him to ignore that very safe word,
pushing my desires to their very limits. But finally, I decided just
to submit.

He grabbed me by
the hair and dragged my face to the edge of the bed. It hurt, but I
could also feel my pussy tingling. What is wrong with me, Father!
Seeing that drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock, I
opened my mouth like it was a reflex. He slid his member deep into my
mouth, and then deep into my throat. Next thing I knew, I couldn’t
breathe. I couldn’t swallow, and I couldn’t breathe.
Panicking, I tried to get away, but he had me firmly by the hair. I
wasn’t going anywhere. After what seemed like forever, when I
thought I was about to pass out, he finally took it out. I gasped for
breath and tried to push him away, but he put it right back in.

I gagged and I
gagged and I gagged, but he showed me no mercy. Not that I’m
sure I wanted mercy, but at the time it was terrifying. This went on
for ten minutes, him shoving that huge cock into my throat and
leaving in there until I was on the verge of passing it out, only to
take it out right at the last moment. By the end of it all, the
mascara was running like a river down my cheeks. I was bawling like a
baby, but I refused to say that safe word. Why did I refuse?

What happened next
was just as brutal. He grabbed me by my dress and just ripped it off.
I don’t know how he did it, Father. His strength was inhuman.
Using my clothing like a handle, he threw me around the room,
dropping me on the ground, bashing me into furniture, every time a
little more fabric would tear off. I begged him to stop, but he just
laughed. By the time he’d ripped off my bra and panties, my
whole body was just a mess of bruises. It hurt so bad, but at the
same time I let it happen. I wanted it to happen, Father. Forgive me.
Forgive me for what I have just told you, and what I am about to
recount.

As I lied there on
the hard, brutal ground, crying and questioning my sanity, Jake
removed his clothing. He stood over me, his cock pointing at the
ceiling, perfectly erect. Turning my limp body onto my hands and
knees, my ass exposed in the air, he placed his cock right up against
my pussy. And it was wet. I was so wet, and I still cannot explain
it. When he entered me, he entered without any resistance. His cock
was big, but it just slid in there, no problem. And I have to be
honest Father, I have to be honest with you. It felt amazing.

It felt even better
when he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked back, forcing my back
to arch and forcing me to cry out in pain. He fucked me hard, and he
fucked me deep, and I cried out. I cried out in pain at first, but
those cries soon turned into cries of pleasure. I don’t know
why, Father, but after a few minutes, I was getting close to cumming.
My pussy started contracting, and I felt a hard slap on my cheek. He
was so deep, Father, and I…”

Suddenly, the door
to the confessional burst open, and the priest stood in the entrance
to the room, erect cock firmly in hand, and a look of unhinged lust
plastered on his face. Mary screamed, but seconds later the mad
priest was on her, a hand firmly covering her mouth.

“You little
whore,” he told the frightened young woman, “I’ll
give you something to feel sorry about! Scream again and you’ll
be sorry.”

The priest let go
of the woman’s mouth and roughly yanked off the woman’s
white cotton panties out from under her skirt. Mary struggled and
struggled, but it was of no use. The priest was just too powerful.
Shoving the pair of wadded up underwear into the woman’s mouth,
the mysterious priest grabbed a handful of her hair and violently
pulled up on it, bringing the two to eye level.

“Do you want
to be forgiven for your sins, my child?” he asked, looking
directly into her deep brown eyes.

Opening her legs
ever so slowly, Mary nodded, understanding exactly what the priest
was insinuating. The priest moved his hand to her pussy and found it
dripping wet. When he slid his finger inside of her moist cunt, Mary
cried out in pleasure through the makeshift gag. The powerful priest
slapped her across the face, but kept fingering the young woman,
causing her body to squirm in a powerful pleasure. Removing her
panties from here mouth, the priest stuck two fingers into her mouth.
She immediately began sucking on them.

“What
happened next, you slut? You want to be forgiven, then finish your
fucking confession,” the priest told her, ripping open her
blouse and exposing the young woman’s perky B-cup breasts.

“He..I..I
came. I came all over his cock,” the woman confessed through
the priest’s fingers, having a hard time forming sentences
through the mind-numbing pleasure.

“Did he cum
inside of you?” the priest asked, taking his all of his fingers
out of her and moving one of his hands up to touch her swollen clit.

“Yes! No! No
father, he didn’t. He… what he did next was terrible,”
she moaned, moving her hands to her breasts and squeezing her perky,
pink nipples.

“Confess, you
whore.”

“Father,
Father, Yes! Father, he put it in my asshole,” she cried out.

“Like this?”
he asked, sliding his pinky into her willing pucker.

“Yes,
Father!”

“What did it
feel like,” he asked, sliding another finger back into her
throbbing pussy.

“It hurt,
Father. It hurt like you wouldn’t believe. I’d never done
it before,” Mary moaned, her breathing starting to pick up.

“But did you
like it? Don’t lie to me.”

“Father, I
loved it!” she almost screamed.

Dropping to his
knees, the muscular man drove his rock hard, seven inch cock into
Mary’s willing pussy. After two pumps, Mary was writing around
in the midst of a powerful orgasm. The priest pinned her against the
wall of the confessional, doing his best to keep his cock inside of
the woman’s now vice-like cunt. Mary kicked, quivered, and
screamed as orgasm after orgasm rocked over her body.

“Yes, Father!
Yes! Fuck me!” the woman cried out as the priest pounded away
at her convulsing cunt.

When the last of
the orgasms had passed, the priest took his cock out of the woman’s
still twitching body, stood up, and jammed the entire length of his
shaft down her throat. Mary gagged and struggled to get away, but the
priest had the upper hands. Grabbing her by the hair, the priest
began methodically throat fucking the young woman, taking sadistic
pleasure every time Mary would gag and struggle for breath. When the
priest began to feel his balls tighten and the orgasm build in his
loins, he relented for a moment, letting the Mary catch her breath.
Tears streamed down her face, and her breasts gleaned with slobber
from the violent throat fucking she had just received. Looking up
with a twinge of regret in her eyes, she addressed the priest.

“Am I
forgiven, Father?” she asked with an air of sincerity.

“Not yet, my
child. You have confessed all of your sins, but there is still the
matter of penance,” the priest coldly replied.

Not having to be
told what to do, Mary flipped onto her hands and knees, lifting her
ass into the air and spreading her cheeks, exposing her asshole to
the priest. Slapping her hard on the ass, the priest placed the tip
of his cock at the entrance of the young woman’s asshole.

“Are you
truly sorry my child? Do you really want to be forgiven of your
sins?” he asked.

“Yes, Father.
I am truly sorry,” she said, the nervousness apparent in her
voice.

“What are you
sorry for?” the priest asked, applying some pressure to her
pucker.

“I’m
sorry for being a dirty whore. I’m sorry for letting myself be
abused by a stranger. I’m sorry for sucking cock, and getting
fucked in my pussy and asshole,” she let out, so ashamed that
tears began to steam back down her face.

“Are you
willing to accept your punishment?” the priest asked sternly.

“Yes, Father.
I am,” she said, digging her nails into the cheap carpet in
preparation of what was to come.

“Very well,”
the priest said, before slowly sliding the length of his cock into
the young woman’s impossibly tight asshole.

Mary screamed out
in pain, trying to pull away from the priest’s sizeable cock.
Grabbing her by the hips, the priest stopped her from getting away,
even though it was obvious she wanted to. Grabbing her by the back of
her hair, the priest began fucking her even harder. Mary kept
struggling for a few minutes, but it soon became apparent that there
was no escape. A funny thing happened when she quit struggling,
however. The pain soon transformed into pleasure, and he cries
immediately turned into moans.

“That’s
better, my child. Accept your punishment, you know that you deserve
it,” the priest instructed her.

Mary did just that
as her asshole slowly began to adjust to the priest’s
commanding cock. Now fully hypnotized by the ass fucking, Mary turned
around and looked the priest in the eyes.

“Father, may
I touch myself? Please, Father?” she pleaded, almost
physically unable to keep her fingers away from her dripping cunt.

“Yes, my
child. Touch yourself,” the priest said, continuing to pound
away at the young woman’s now totally willing asshole.

Mary reached back
and did just that, rubbing her sore but eager clit with her moistened
index finger. Within seconds, Mary was on the edge of orgasm, but
didn’t want to cum without the clergyman’s permission.

“Father, I am
close. May I cum?” she cried out, her muscles already beginning
to twitch.

“Are you
still sorry?” the priest replied.

“Yes, I am! I
promise! Just please let me cum!” she cried out near the top of
her lungs.

“You may cum,
my child,” the priest informed her.

Instantly, the
woman’s body began to contract as waves of pure pleasure washed
over her body. The priest grabbed her by the hips and began pounding
her even harder as he felt his own orgasm let loose. Spurt after
white hot spurt of milky cum shot into the woman’s wet,
convulsing asshole as the priest let loose his massive load. Pulling
out, a small stream of cum ran down Mary’s leg as she collapsed
to the floor, still convulsing and moaning as the last of the orgasms
passed over her.

“Your sins
are now forgiven, my child,” the priest told her, giving the
young woman a gentle, reassuring pat on the head.

“Thank you,
Father,” the woman managed to respond, “I’ll try
not to sin again, but it is so hard.”

“God loves
all his children, little one. Even the whores,” the priest
responded, zipping up his pants, and exiting the confessional.

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