Author's Note: The following narrative is pure fiction. There is no connection between the church herein described and any known organized religious order. There is no such church as St. Benecine. The fact that I use certain vocabulary traditionally associated with various religions is purely coincidental and should not be taken as a slur against anyone's customs or beliefs. Pastor Thomas is simply a concocted image of my own twisted and perverted imagination and does not represent any clerical personage or religious affiliation that I am aware of. However, I am sure that within every religious order there have been miscreants whose activities are just as foul and reprehensible as those described below. For the moment, set aside your own beliefs, customs and traditions and enjoy reading the exploits of this truly degenerate cleric.
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Pastor Thomas sat in the magnificent old leather bound high-backed chair in the senior pastor's study. It was Friday afternoon. The senior pastor and his assistant were away at conference. Pastor Thomas took this opportunity to relax in the quiet serenity of this room, normally off limits to all but the senior pastor himself. The sun poured in through the stained glass windows of the book lined room and filled the space with an aura of peace and tranquility seldom experienced by this 54 year old cleric. He mused over the past decades of his life. He closed his eyes and thought of all the parishes in which he had served, of the scandals his lecherous and larcenous nature had created. Now, contemplating what awaits him on Saturday, he frowned. Dismissal, defrocking, and banishment from the order weighed heavily on his lips as he mouthed the words.
The Committee of Inquiry [or inquisition as he termed it] had come to St. Benecine in answer to numerous complaints by parishioners regarding his behavior and after several days of interviews with staff and clergy alike, they reached their final conclusion. On the morrow were to announce their decision. He knew in his heart what the judgment would be and he had to admit to himself that in their shoes, he would have probably come to the same decision. He sighed and opened his eyes to gaze at the walls of bookshelves, crammed with world renowned texts of every philosophy mankind has ever thought of. He had read many of them and marveled at their acumen in explaining the ways of human nature, their interpretation of the Holy Word and the teachings found therein. And yet, somehow the wisdom of these thinkers had failed to create in him a passion for truth, decency, compassion for his fellow man and most importantly, the strictures that he was taught and vowed to uphold during his quest to become a pastor of this church. How had he strayed so far from the straight and narrow path? What demons had possessed his soul such that he had never been able to resist the temptations that seemed to present themselves to him on a daily basis? His crimes were not trivial. Stealing money from collection plates. Running up huge phone bills calling 900 numbers to talk to husky voiced harlots. Using church computers to access pornographic web sites. His sexual exploits with both single and married women in the church were the stuff of gossip at the Women's Auxiliary teas. The angry admonishments and beratings that fell on his ears when he was being castigated by his superiors caused him great pain and humiliation. He was transferred from one diocese to another, each frustrated pastor hoping that the new post would somehow reform his perverted ways or at the very least, rid themselves of this moral derelict. But Pastor Thomas knew in his heart that the demons would never let him have a moment's peace, even though, on this, his last Friday, he did experience some measure of inner tranquility.
His reverie was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door of the study. For a moment he was flustered. He should not even be in this room but there was only one door so he could not escape. He rose, crossed the lush Persian rug and opened the door. There, before his eyes stood a vision of beauty he had seen and lusted after for quite some time.
Mary L___, a young blond girl of barely 18 years stood with eyes wide in surprise.
"Oh, I was looking for Pastor Williams. Is he here?"
"Oh, I am sorry, my dear, but Pastor Willaims and Pastor Smith are both out of town until late Saturday evening. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Well...she hesitated. I really wanted to talk to Pastor Williams. You see, I... well that is..."
Her shoulders began to slump and she started to sniffle.
"Come, come, my dear, " he said as he put his arm around her shoulder and led her into the study. "I am sure that we can talk over what is troubling you so. Just sit down here and tell me what is weighing so heavily on your soul."
She sat down in a chair opposite his and as she did so, her short skirt rode up on her creamy thighs causing him to momentarily glance towards her crotch.
"I feel so ashamed," she blurted out. "I have sinned terribly and my conscience is driving me crazy. I don't know what I can do!" She looked up at Pastor Thomas with tear filled eyes, imploring him to say something that would relieve her of her pain.
"Well, my child, tell me what sin you have committed that troubles you so. You must remember that anything you say here will never leave this room and perhaps I can help you in absolving your guilt." For a moment she was silent, wrestling with a decision to tell this fatherly figure everything that she had done or to just bolt out the door and run away. Father Thomas took a moment to assess the creature before him. She stood about 5'2" inches tall. She had shoulders that were wider than one would expect on such a small frame. She had an almost angelic face with big brown eyes and luscious, fat, "bee-sting" lips for which any cosmetic company would die to have in their women's magazine ads. Her breasts were pressing at the seams of her cotton blouse. They were like grapefruit, sliced in half and stuck to her chest. They heaved in time with her heavy breathing.
"Well, she began, it all started after the prom at the high school. My boyfriend, Derek, wanted to go to this party. Some kids had rented a room at a motel and he said they had stolen some liquor from their parents and..."
"I understand, my dear, " Pastor Thomas said in a low, soothing voice, "that sometimes these temptations are hard to resist. Did you go to the party?'
"At first I didn't want to but Derek got real mad and told me he was going and if I didn't I would have to walk home.!"
"So what happened at this party? Is that where your problem occurred?"
"Well, she sniffled, when we got there so many kids had showed up that there wasn't enough space in the motel room for everyone so a lot of them were just sitting outside in their cars or in the back of pickup trucks. Derek went inside and got some drinks and we sat outside on his tailgate. He kept getting more drinks and I began to get dizzy. I told him I didn't want any more but he kept telling me that I was a party pooper and that he was embarrassed in front of his friends because I was acting so up tight. I told him I wanted to lie down somewhere so he put me in the backseat of someone's big car and I fell asleep. When I woke up a lot of the kids had gone but Derek was sitting right next to my head. Oh, Pastor, I was so shocked. He had his...thing, you know...out of his pants and in his hand."
