For Daddy, who shines light into the darkness.
All characters in this story are over 18.
The ruining
In the dark light she can't make out all the features of his face, but she can see the sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes are bright, caught in the shards of moonlight, blue and burn with intensity. She can tell he is close. The moans of the woman beneath him, tied spread eagle to a wooden table reveal she is close too.
Afraid, shocked by what she is seeing, the girls eyes are wide, her thighs pressed together, her breath caught in her chest, transfixed to the scene in front of her, she watches, peeking out from the shadows. An ornately carved pillar offers her cover. She gasps as the man slaps his hand across the face of the woman, whose cries echo in her empty virgin cunt, as a warmth gushes into her panties.
As she continues to watch, he pulls at a chain clamped onto the nipples of the bound woman, her moans intensify to screams as he jerks off the metal clasps. The girl in the shadows moans softly, enveloped by the erotic scene played out in front of her, enwrapped by the sounds. Her hand drifts up the wooden pillar, unaware that she is involuntarily sliding around the support column, she leans against it, her thighs drop open.
"Don't you dare come," he growls down at the woman. The girls hips begin to writhe, the voice from the darkness bouncing off the hard surfaces of the empty church, her little pussy responds with a throbbing need.
She shivers, not from the cold cathedral, nor from the wet dress plastered to her small frame.
The man fists a handful of the woman's hair, bending over her, so they are nose to nose, rutting into her, the woman struggles against her restraints.
"Please Sir, I can't hold on."
With his other hand, he places a vibrator against the woman's clit. She screams in a mix of pleasure and pain as he holds the device against her writhing body.
"Take it." He growls at her.
The girls fingers slip under her short skirt, finding her own clit, she traces circles, her moans becoming louder.
"Take my cock," he says, picking up speed, he fucks her harder, faster. The girls fingers match his speed, now rubbing short quick bursts over her lace panties. She fights to keep her eyes locked on the scene in front of her as an unfamiliar sensation grips her, builds deep within. Unable to stop, no longer in control of her own body, the man turns his head to her, locking her eyes,
"Come for me." He growls. A warm shudder pours through her at his command, her entire body convulses, she cries out, her voice joins the woman's from the table, their screams as one, echo the empty chamber, their orgasams torn deep from both cunts in a simultaneous wave, punctured only by the roar of the beast as he buries his seed deep inside one of them.
She hears the sounds of her own whimpers, as she comes back to present, realising she lies in a crumpled pile on the floor. Tears stream down both cheeks as she gathers her weakened limbs, terrified and overwhelmed she pulls herself to standing, fleeing the church, into the darkness of the night, the pouring rain. Breathless and weak she runs, following the dirt road, searching the vast black expanse for any sign of rescue. She cries out in despair as the road dead ends, she spins, her eyes adjusted to the dark, still obscured by the pouring rain, she scans the woodline, in desperation. A sheet of lightning lights up her world for the shortest of moments, confirming the never ending forest sprawled around all sides. As thunder cracks too close she begins to sob.
She is cold and weak, this is what she tells herself as she turns around and follows the road back to the only refuge she has passed. She hugs the far side of the road. She plans to duck into the tree line once the church comes into view. Only once it does, she continues on the man made surface, once gravel, now only dirt, her eyes never leaving the ancient stone structure.
It is darkened now. The light that glowed from the stained glass windows, from the candles within, that had called to her now darkened. Perhaps they had left.
Quietly, tentatively, she climbs the steps. Standing in front of the high wooden doors, she looks up, the rain in her eyes as she takes in the high flat front wall. Her hand hesitating on the cold iron handle, the shelter of the narthex on the other side beckons as she quietly lifts the latch.
Stepping inside, she leaves the door ajar, the splatter from her dripping clothes and hair on the stones the only sound.
Slowly she creeps down the aisle, between the empty pews, drawn to the altar. Her hand runs along the wooden platform, she gasps affronted as she finds one of the leather restraints.
She senses his presence and turns her head. The skin of his upper body reflects the moonlight, his jeans slung low on his hips.
"Hello little one."
The low timbre of His voice strikes something within and she doesn't run. Her eyes follow the lines of His hard body, her heart races at the soft hair visible above the belt line.
He steps from the shadows, facing her, close enough to reach out and touch.
"This whole church smells like horny girl. Your panties are soaked."
She stands transfixed, her chest heaving under the tight wet fabric of her bodice. His eyes drop to take in her breasts.
"Your nipples are rock hard."
He runs the back of His hand against her cheekbones. "Your pretty face is flushed."
"You liked what you saw." Her eyes flash to His, in a silent no.
"Take off your dress." He commands.
She shakes her head no.
"When you are in my church, you will do as I say. Take off your dress."
Scared, she remains still.
"You really don't want me to tell you a third time, I can promise you that."
She lifts the dress over her head, dropping it to the floor, her hands modestly covering both breasts.
