Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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It had been an eventful week on my new assignment and having been fucked over the desk by my prime suspect, I decided to do some research into his outreach charity group. Father Tobias had told me it was called 'The Eden Project' so I decided to google it as a starting point.
My initial search came up with a place in Cornwall which was a research centre for plants and bio diversity and was a major tourist attraction for botanists as well as the general public. That was nothing to do with what I was looking for so I scrolled further down.
I eventually found a single page website describing a refuge for runaways and homeless youngsters. It was a registered charity owned by Father Tobias and another major contributor to the charity, Doctor Elijah Freeman. The web site described how the runaways were welcome in the sight of God and could stay there as long as they contributed to the local community. It was nothing special to look at and was pretty self-explanatory so I decided to search for Doctor Elijah Freeman instead.
The search came back with a highly renowned doctor working in the private sector. He was extremely wealthy and gave generously to many charities including the Eden Project. In fact, he was the co-founder of the outreach group, formed only three years ago.
I had already asked Lexa to check out Father Tobias to see if anything was untoward and she hadn't got back to me so I thought I'd give her a call and get her to check this guy out as well.
She picked up in the third ring as always.
"Lexa? It's me Becca," I said.
"Hi babe. How's things going? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. I'm making some progress, I think. Sorry to skip the small talk, but have you found anything out about Father Peter Tobias?" I asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. He's an upstanding citizen and a pillar of the community down there. He has no criminal record and has been involved in the church most of his life. If he's your prime suspect I think you might be barking up the wrong tree," she said.
"He's not all he seems Lexa, I can assure you," I replied. "I had a run in with him yesterday."
"Really? Are you ok? What sort of run in?" she asked, sounding concerned.
"Nothing I couldn't handle, but if he's such an upstanding pillar of the community why did he practically rape me in his church office and then tell me he thought incest was acceptable?"
"Holy fuck. He did that?" she gasped.
"Too right he did. I had a feeling his outreach group had something to do with Hannah's death so I wanted to find a way in, to gather more information. I think I may have won his trust as he wants to talk to me again tomorrow after the church fete and would like me to help out with his charity work at the Eden Project," I said.
"The Eden Project? Isn't that something to do with plants down in Cornwall?"
"It is, but it's also the name of his charity," I laughed.
"How did you win his trust?"
"I went to see him in confidence, making out that I was troubled by my seedy past. I told him I didn't think I was giving sound advice to my patients."
"And what happened?"
"I told him I'd prostituted myself to pay for college fees and that I wasn't ashamed of it. In fact, I told him I was proud. I wanted to get him riled up, but he didn't bat an eye," I said.
"Maybe the church is more lenient about sex than you think. Wasn't Jesus' wife a prostitute or something?" she asked.
"I've no idea, but he has some strange beliefs."
"Like what?"
"Well for starters I told him I had encouraged incest between a brother and sister at my sex therapy session and he didn't seem bothered in the slightest," I said.
"Did you really encourage them, or did you make it up?" she quizzed.
"No. I did encourage them without actually saying the words. It's a long story, but that's not the point. This guy believes incest is not an issue. He thinks we all came from Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden and that we are all sisters and brothers. That's making me wonder what the fuck goes on at his outreach group," I said.
"I see where you're coming from. It is a little creepy."
"He asked me if I wanted punishing for what I'd done and I said yes, to see how far I could push him."
"And then he raped you?"
"Not exactly. It was weird. He made me bend over the desk and spanked me until I begged him to stop. Then he slid his cock in me and made me cum before unloading inside me," I said, in a matter of fact tone.
"The dirty fucker. Did you try and stop him?"
"No," I giggled.
"Did you encourage him?"
"Maybe a little, but I never said he could fuck me and I certainly never said he could cum in me. I never said no, but I never said yes either."
"And then what happened?"
"We had a chat and he said I would be suited to helping his charity. Then I left."
"Hmmmm I always thought vicars were perverts and he certainly sounds like one. He's abusing his position within the church if nothing else," she pondered.
"Well if he's up to anything I'll find out."
"I know you will, but be careful."
She was about to sign off when she came back at me with a question.
"You said he came inside you?" she asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"Have you got a sperm sample anywhere? It must have leaked out of you when you put your panties back on."
I knew where she was going with this.
"My knickers were pretty creamy when I took them off," I laughed.
"Can you seal them in a zip lock bag and send them to me. I'll get them tested to see if they match the DNA found on Hannah's body," she said excitably.
"That's a great idea. I have two other samples too if you want to test them," I added.
