Confession the Second

Copyright 2021. All characters and religious institutions are fictional. All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are coincidental. The theology in the story is mostly my own invention, not intended to represent a particular faith. This is a sequel, and while I tried to make it stand on its own as much as possible, it really needs to be read after "Confession, the First".

Father Al did not expect to see Eugenie again after her visit the night before last. Nevertheless, here she was, at the doors of the Church of the Morning Star, looking at the stained glass and the workmanship of the nave. This happened a bit, as the windows were very old, and there was a lot of argument over who actually designed them, as no artist of the 1800s in Providence Rhode Island or anywhere in New England wanted their name associated with the church, or the subject of the stained glass, the Light Bringer.

It was late, well after dark, and Father Alphonse ("Call me Father Al") was about to lock up for the night. He had been working on his sermon for the week, and calling parishioners to follow up on their requests for spiritual comfort. His office was behind the sacristy, but with the doors open, he could always hear even the softest footsteps echoing in the open space of the church.

Eugenie rivaled the beauty of the church. She had her auburn hair combed down over her shoulders, and she had only used mascara, a light touch of eye liner, and lip gloss. She made no effort to hide her freckles. Simple, and complemented by a modest white dress with a high collar, and a hem below her knees. At first glance, she appeared to be the model of demure innocence.

"Welcome back, Eugenie. I didn't know if you would return-"

Eugenie cut him off. "Father Alphonse, I feel terrible for the other night, and so confused. I mean, the people at my Daddy's church wouldn't understand, but you were so patient, and I wasn't, I didn't, I shouldn't have..."

Father Al placed his hand on her shoulder. "My child, you were true to your nature, and sought only comfort in a world that expects-"

A tear went down Eugenie's cheek. "Father, I want to atone for my sins, my disrespectful behavior. I want to do penance for what I did, so I can shake these dark feelings."

"What penance do you feel is appropriate, little one?"

With a sniffle, she said "I'm not- I don't- I want to give myself over to- I don't know, I want to make up for what I did!"

"Atonement is a deep matter, my dear. What would lead you from darkness and fill you with light?"

"I want you to... I want you to fill me with the Spirit of the Divine."

"Could you be clearer?"

"The way I took your- When I went down- I want your, uh, the Spirit of the Divine in me. I want to lie down and feel you, uh, release the blessings, your blessings, into my, uh, womb."

"My dear, this is not necessary for-"

"Please, Father! Accept my penance!"

"If it will bring light to the dark places of your soul, I will do as you ask. Let us prepare, my child."

Eugenie was trembling in anticipation and a little fear. She had some doubts now that she was in the church dedicated to Lucifer. But she took Father Al's hand and he led her to the sacristy. He opened a closet, and glanced at her as if he was estimating something, then pulled out a simple crimson robe. "You can change behind the screen. When you have changed. I want you to sit here and meditate on how offering this will help lead you into the light. I will come for you when I am ready." Then he went into his office.

She undressed, and put the satin robe on over her nakedness, and when she came out from behind the screen, he was crossing through the sacristy back into the nave wearing a black robe heavily embroidered with gold thread, depicting what looked sort of like a sunrise. He gestured to the chair, and held a finger to his lips calling for her patience and silence. She sat and closed her eyes. Her pussy was tingling in anticipation, and the fabric teased her nipples every time she shifted in her seat. At the same time, she felt very vulnerable, and was acutely aware that she was giving herself over to him, not her normal sort of tryst.

After a few minutes, he came back, took her hand, and led her through the nave to the apse.

The church was dark, lit only by a half circle of black candles around what looked like a second, low altar directly in front of the main altar. The shadows danced on the darkened stained glass windows and on the crimson walls. The copper ornaments on the main altar glittered in the flickering light.

"Eugenie, have you come freely, and do you freely offer this sacrifice in atonement for your transgressions?"

"I do, Father."

"I shall prepare you."

He opened her robe, moved it off her shoulders, and it slithered to the floor. She could feel a blush rising as she stood before an altar naked, but Father Al was admiring her erect nipples as he pulled something out of a pocket. "Lie down, Eugenie, and we will prepare you to accept the Divine Spirit into your body, to fill you with the blessings of the light, and to have you give yourself over in atonement for your guilt."

Eugenie lay down on the low altar, and realized that under the cloth cover, it was padded. Father Al placed the blindfold on her and drew her arms up over her head.

Father Al looked down at her lovely body. Her skin was pale and freckled, and her nipples were hard little knots on her round breasts. She was obeying beautifully, which only made sense as he was doing what she had requested. As gently as he could, he put the padded leather cuffs on her wrists, and clipped them together and attached them to a concealed loop on the end of the altar. He resisted the temptation to caress her body as he moved down to put the restraints on her legs. He glanced at her pussy, and saw that it was covered in neatly trimmed red hair, her inner lips peeped out the slightest bit, and her clit was swollen in anticipation.

Eugenie relaxed and let the priest do with her body as he saw fit. His hands lifted one knee, and she could feel a restraint getting fastened to her ankle, and he bent her knee, and that was fastened to her thigh so her leg was folded at the knee. Then he applied a similar restraint to her other leg. As he worked the straps, something brushed her bush, and she let out a soft moan. There were a couple more clicks, and her knees were held spread and almost pressed to her tits. She could feel her pussy exposed to the air, and she was wet with her desire for what might come next. In her bonds, she joined her hands as if praying.

His hand rested on her mons as he spoke a sentence of Latin ending in "Libertas et lux!". Again, she shivered and moaned at the contact. Then his hands went to her breasts and again he spoke the same Latin again. Under her breath, she whispered "Please. Use my body. Bless me. Forgive me. Fill me with your blessings." His fingers rested on her forehead, and again, and once more he murmured the Latin phrase. Eugenie heard a slithery sound, and Father Al moving. His strong hands had a grip on her hips, and he pulled her whole body down the low altar so her arms were fully extended over her head, and she could feel her ass at the bottom edge of the altar. Her pussy was raised, exposed and vulnerable.

Father Al stood at the bottom of the altar and took a moment to appreciate Eugenie's surrender to him. His robe was on the floor now, and he stepped forward so his shaft rested on her pussy. He put one hand on her mons, and applied light pressure to her pearl, and began to slide his rod on her vulva, feeling her juices and his precum make their contact slippery. She was moaning and whimpering, hungry for him to penetrate her. "My child, are you ready to accept this blessing?"

"Yes Father, I am. Use my body, take me, fuck me. Forgive me."

"The Fallen Star demands us to always be aware of the impact of our actions on others."

"Yes Father, I was a dirty slut, but I want to repent. Put it in me, please."

Her pussy was getting slippery, and her labia had opened for him. He rocked against her, teasing her entrance, and making circles on her clit.

"The Morning Star urges us to spread light in the world. Your climax will illuminate you."

"Please Father, forgive me, let me cum, cum in me."

Father Al guided the tip of his cock to her entrance and pressed the knob in. Her pussy was wonderfully tight, but she was soaked and ready. She gasped, and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. Her arms and shoulders tensed as she pulled against her restraints. He swelled inside her, stretching her young cunny. He teased her with the tip, and caressed her breasts, tummy, and thighs with his fingertips. She shivered under his touch, and he pushed a little deeper.

"The Spirit of the Divine is entering you, welcome him."

"I do Father, I love how it feels, don't stop."

The angle of her ass was perfect, and when he thrust in, his cocked rubbed her g-spot, making her groan under him. His thumb continued to make circles on her clit, and he could feel his glans against the rough cushion inside her.

"Oh Father! I feel it!"

He fought to keep his breathing smooth as he began to thrust into her. Each stroke massaged her sweetest place, and she was getting frantic. Her head was rolling from side to side as she strained against her bonds.

"Fuck me Father! Take me, cum in me! I'm, I'm, oh yes! Yes!"

Her hips were flexing as much as they could and then he felt her juices on his thighs as her pussy gripped his shaft. Her ass worked hard against him, then clinched, and her whole body tended under him. She let out a wordless, gasping moan as she came.

She was moaning, muttering "Cum, cum, cum..." begging him to climax. He slowed the pace of his thrusts, and caressed her thighs.

"Is this what you want, my little one?"

Breathlessly she said, "Yes Father, I want you. Do me. Take me. Cum in my pussy."

"If that is what you wish, Eugenie." And he started thrusting, her ass slapping against his thighs, and her pussy making squishy noises. As his thrusts became more forceful, she gasped each time his cock rubbed her g-spot. His cock swelled, and his body tensed, and he pushed all the way in hard, and ground against her pussy, his hair tickling her clit and labia as he released his climax into her. As he came, another orgasm welled up inside Eugenie and she sobbed with the strength of it as waves of pleasure broke over her.

She barely noticed that he was releasing her restraints, and the cuffs falling away from her as she basked in the golden moment. She straightened her legs, and he rested, lying above her, still in her, and kissed her forehead. She wrapped her arms around him, and whispered "I have finally felt the Holy Spirit fill me, Father."

Father Al left the blindfold on Eugenie and whispered "Don't move." His cock popped out of her, and she felt their juices running down the crack of her ass. Something warm and wet was being applied to her sensitive cunny. Then it clicked, Father Al was gently cleaning her thighs and bottom. He carefully wiped between her labia, he passed the cloth over her clit and she shuddered as another little orgasm welled up from her core again. Then a slightly rough dry cloth followed.

After using the warm, wet washcloth on Eugenie, Father Al leaned forward and kissed her pussy, then ran his tongue between her labia down her clit. When he got to the most sensitive tip, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, then took it between his lips, and gently sucked it. Eugenie reached down and put her hands on his head. "No, no, no..." She whispered as she pressed his head against her. His hands were under her ass, lifting her to his lips like a chalice. In a moment, she was cumming against, moaning and shivering with pleasure.

She released his head and lay back panting. "Thank you Father for letting me atone. Thank you for allowing me this penance."

"My child, this is the penance you chose for yourself. I was going to give you some readings and ask you to come to the church Saturday and help with some painting. But if your heart is lighter, and you feel that there is more light in your soul now, the Lord's will has been served."