Jennifer was 18 years old.
She was completely unaware of how beautiful she was.
Her Mother had died when she was young, and her father had kept her very locked up. She attended a beautiful private school for very chaste catholic girls, and never even thought of men or even boys. The Nuns kept her, and her giggling schoolgirl chums very busy with their education and they were deeply committed to spiritual enlightenment.
The training was to make perfect socialite wives of them, for the very wealthy man who could afford both excellent stunning well bred wife and driven sent from hell evil mistress on the side. Jennifer had breeding, beauty, innocence, intelligence and excellent mothering prospects. She was in training to be the perfect wife.
Her father, a wealthy businessman with no thought for the erotic life of woman, lived in fear of her being discovered. So when it was time for her to gain some social experience and needing to be dating, he monitored this very closely. She was only to date men from his work, who had a fear of him, and who would lose their very high paying jobs if they actually touched her. Her dates were the envy of every woman her age, and yet never actually touched her. She knew nothing of sex, and had never masturbated.
Jennifer, because of her unusual situation had an erotic appeal that was mesmerising. Voluminous breasts, with beautiful hard little pink nipples. Her little pussy was sparsely coated with hair. She had long blond hair to her waist, and huge green eyes, that truly lit up when she saw anyone. They lit up for anyone for her innocence was such that she naturally assumed everyone to be good. She was a skilled conversationalist in topics such as science, theology and history. She knew nothing of philosophy, art or music as these were known to incite the passions, and passion was a thing Jennifer knew nothing of. She was totally unaware of how desirable she was.
On her 18th birthday, and realising that she was now at the age of consent, her father decided that she must, always, from now on visit with the priests before and after each date. Her father had her in mind as the wife to the heir of his vast business empire and she was to be the jewel in the crown of any offer a man received to take over the business. So Jennifer went to confession to visit the new priest there, as her father had instructed. Her purpose for this visit was to meet and establish relationship. At the end of each of her dates, the priest was to speak with her again, and then she would be taken home.
The Halls of the church were stone and cold, and had Jennifer not been so at home in such and environment her intuition would have warned her to be on her guard. However, the suckling a priest offered was mother's milk to her and she was more comfortable in the dimly lit huge room than her own bedroom.
She moved into the confessional, when the priest in there asked her to move into the pews, as he needed to meet with her there.
When Jennifer stepped into the half light, with her black lace dress framing her beautiful figure, her hair laying flat and long down her beautiful back, her shapely legs in black stockings and her high shoes making her lovely ass poke out a little, the priest attained an erection he had not had for a long time. Why this lovely woman was beautiful. Divine.
He knew her father well, but had never met the child. She was always closeted away with the Nuns.
Now, I am sorry to say, dear reader that although the world is an interesting place and many people live for different meanings, the Priest was not an honest man. He was a deeply sensual man, who had taken many of the nuns under the guise of establishing and maintaining his purity. He lived deeply embedded in his passions. His justification was always that if he were not to elaborately and manipulatively steal the luscious charms of the women under his spiritual care that he may be forced to take from the other priests, and this he could not bare. Many of the Priests kept their sexual dallyings to their own kind, however, he wanted women. And he felt that the desire for women kept him from the evil of the desire for men, therefore it was the lesser of 2 evils, and therefore, not really bad at all. Thus was the reasoning that led to the justification for the trapping of Jennifer.
He HAD to have her. She was beautiful and her childish ways in love made her even more appealing. He could do anything with her and she would not even know. She was perfect for all of the evils he had in mind for her sweet young body. As they talked about her education, he openly eyed her breasts…and allowed his eyes to wander down her body to her legs. He did not hide his stare and Jennifer kept looking at her body wondering why the Priest stared at her so. She told him about her plans to be chaste when she married and that her husband would teach her about procreation and she had no desire to learn prior to her marriage. She chatted away happily unaware of what the man in front of her was planning. Soon he had worked out his diabolical plan without listening to a word of what she said.
Finally he leaned forward and placed his hand on her thigh. She did not even flinch but looked into his eyes with a wide sparkling smile. He said:
"My dear. This is a complex issue. I will need to ensure that your goodness is in tact when you go out with men. Men can be treacherous creatures and you need to be on guard."
"Yes father" said Jennifer with a smile.
"My child, there is only one way to ensure that the evil of a man is not in you. After you attend your dates, I want you to come to me and together we will examine if he has placed his evil into you."
