Noticing where his eyes had strayed, Rebecca placed her cup on the table then smiling, slowly traced a single finger over her neckline. "You like what you see?"
His breathing became heavier as his eyes locked on her breasts. The mesmerised expression on his face pleased her.
Rebecca knew the time had come. Partially closing her eyes she ran her wet tongue over her full lips and began unbuttoning her dress to reveal her nubile breasts. Overcome with his own lust and powerless to stop her, he watched as she stood up and let her dress slip down around her feet. As she stepped out of it he blinked and noticed, for the first time, her shoes—high, shiny, and black—the same colour as her skimpy panties. His hand trembled as he managed to place his cup and saucer down on the table.
She took a step towards him; he gulped audibly and then almost collapsed backwards in his chair. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to gather his thoughts. As he inhaled her sweet feminine scent, however, lustful memories began to flood into his head, drowning him in his own salacious desires.
"Oh, God!" he gasped, but even God himself couldn't have prevented that throbbing need between the priest's legs at that moment.
Rebecca leaned over; then cupping her lovely plump breasts in her hands, lifted them as if offering them, while gently rubbing the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"The forbidden fruit is fully ripe now, Father." She smiled and lifted one breast, before parting her lips and flicking her wet tongue across the nipple.
He felt a strange and unfamiliar tingling through his body as the room began to spin. He tried to stand up but couldn't, then everything went black, black as the deepest depths of hell.
Part Three:
Thirty minutes later Rebecca, disrobed of all her earthly covering, knelt quietly on the floor as he blinked and laboured against heavy lids to open his eyes. As his vision became clearer, he swallowed and looked up. Surely an angel of heavenly beauty and innocence had floated down beside him. Instinctively he ran his thick tongue over his lips. Had he perhaps reached the celestial heights of heaven as he had envisioned them in his darkest and most unholy fantasies? He tried to lift himself, but a dull throbbing pain in his head quickly confirmed that indeed he had not. An odd mixture of floor wax and sweet femininity filled his nostrils as he struggled to imagine how he had come to be lying on the floor. He blinked again, and as he began to gain full consciousness, his memory became clearer.
"You remember now, don't you, Father? A woman's beauty is her moral sin. "
He responded with a pained groan. The tea, she had slipped something in it! He tried to sit up, but this time it wasn't his aching head that prevented his movement. Frowning, he glanced to the left and then the right. His wrists had been secured by metal cuffs that in turn had been secured to the foot of the heavy settee he had been sitting on. His ankles, too, had been secured tightly with a nylon rope were now separated by an elaborate mangle of knots attached by one length around the base of a large cupboard.
"Release me!"
A faint smile formed on her lovely lips. "You must help me cleanse myself of the sins of Eve. You remember, don't you, Father?"
He sighed. "Rebecca, this is ridiculous. Release me now!"
Reaching down, she picked up a large silver knife from the floor beside her, then holding it up slowly ran her finger over the blade, wincing slightly in mock pain.
Realising the precarious situation he had found himself in, he began to feel a grip of panic.
"Rebecca, God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more sorrow, or crying. There shall there be no more pain, for the former things are passed away... Revelations two... " He couldn't quite remember the rest of the verse, but he hoped and prayed that he might be able to convince her to heed his desperate pleas.
She smiled contentedly, then calmly and without uttering another word, began to systematically slice away at the priest's robe. Despite his protests and attempts to reason with her, within minutes his earthly disguise of righteousness had disappeared. She tossed the knife down.
Stripped of his overly modest clothing, but not his ungodly lust, he now displayed a full and raging erection. He knew it. She had come to take him again, to tempt him with her evil ways. He must resist the temptation of his body's need for pleasure.
As she knelt there, he gained a full and clear view of her nubile body. Swallowing and staring unashamedly at her long dark curls, falling over her delicate shoulders and breasts to teasingly lick at her pert nipples. He let his gaze drop. A small slither of glistening pink flesh peeped though the dark wisps of hair that now covered her once bare temptation. Tiny beads of sweat began to form on his face. Tomorrow, he would be a repentant man; now however, powerless to defend himself against her wicked temptation, he took a deep breath and, like so many times before, he prepared himself to be taken by the pleasures of the flesh.
Rebecca leaned over, allowing her firm nipples graze his belly and chest before she pressed herself down against his quivering, flabby flesh. The erection now pressed hard up against the softness of her pubic hair, and her face nuzzled against his sagging skin of his neck. For several minutes she lay there before lifting herself up on one hand, and then running the other down his belly. Forgetting everything, he closed his eyes to savour her sensual touch. Her breath became a heavy and excited pant as she moved further down his body. With each movement she made, he felt an increased throbbing between his legs. She hesitated, letting the moistness of her warm breath caress his hardness for a moment, then wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft she gently flicked her tongue over the tip. At first his body stiffened as he let out a low moan, then as he felt his erection sliding into her warm and wet mouth, all the tension began to flow from his body.
What could he do? What power does a man have against the temptations of one who is in league with the devil? In no time at all, he found himself being lulled and seduced by her, just like he had before. Her sweet scent; her soft voice; her very presence intoxicated him.
Through bleary eyes, he watched over his chest as it heaved up and down. His mouth had become dry as he panted with sinful and heated excitement, but there was no need for him to speak. Rebecca knew exactly what he needed. Indeed, the girl had most certainly become a woman!
Flicking her tongue in and out, as she sucked him deep inside her hungry mouth, rubbing her scarlet lips over him with each thrust as her warm saliva dripped down on his sack. Any time now he would surely explode. Any minute... Any second... Suddenly, he felt a rush of cool air on his hard and hot flesh.
"Behold Satan's evil tool!" She announced accusingly, shattering his euphoric state, and pointing down at his groin.
His eyes flashed open, as he desperately tried to counter her accusation, "No, no!" He pleaded, desperate for her to continue. "It's the tool of man. I am a son of Adam!"
