In The Name Of The Father Ch 05

A priest hypnotizes a beautiful, young woman of the parish to sexually use her and abuse her.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost," said Father Thomas kissing his shiny, oversized, silver cross before blessing the young, beautiful woman kneeling before him.

As if it were a slow pendulum of an antique grandfather clock silently swaying back and forth and back and forth, he slowly waved his cross before her eyes. Back and forth and to and from, without moving her head, just her eyes, the woman followed his cross as if she was watching a miniature ping pong match in slow motion. She appeared mesmerized and somehow hypnotized by the cross and by what Father Thomas was saying to her. Unable to stop himself from watching, staring actually, Robert couldn't believe his eyes.

His parish priest was hypnotizing a young, beautiful woman. Other than the people he's seen on TV in situation comedies being hypnotized, he never believed in hypnosis. He never thought that anyone could be hypnotized. Now right before his eyes, he watched his priest put this woman in a hypnotic trance. He wondered what the Father would do once she was under his hypnotic spell. If that was him hypnotizing her, he knew that he'd do. He'd have sex with her, of course.

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Robert, a 23-year-old computer geek hired to remove the virus from the Church's computer that had locked it, waited for the priest to reemerge after he disappeared in the rectory to talk to a troubled woman. No doubt, judging by the historical links of X rated pornography left behind, Father Thomas had been perusing his favorite Younger Women with Older Men and Sexy Nuns with Horny Priests porn sites again. No different from him, now seeing him for the mortal man that he is, he was still shocked that Father Thomas, of all people, would have such a perverse fascination for naked women. For such a religious man, obviously bitten and infected by the Devil, he was such a dirty, old man.

Apparently the good priest didn't know that Robert could tell from his recent history where's he's been from all of the sites he's downloaded and by all of the cookies he left behind. His computer was infected and infested with popups from dozens of other porn sites. Easy for him to remove the viral links and repair his computer back to the way it was, nonetheless, the pornography influenced his decision why he was there in the first place and changed his mind about what it was that he wanted to discuss with his priest. A holy intervention and a religious epiphany, especially after Robert discovered that the priest was hypnotizing women for sex, he now knew that his incestuous conflict with his mother and sister was meant to be. The will of God perhaps, for him to have incestuous sex with his beautiful mother and sexy sister, Jesus had given him the sign through Father Thomas' perverse hypnotic behavior that he needed for him to remove the guilt that he felt over wanting to have sex with his mother and sister.

"Praise God. Thank you Jesus for giving me these signs. I can now clearly see what I must do," he said whispering to himself while walking around the interior of the church while looking at all of the statues, ornamentations of faith, and religious symbols that decorated the interior of the church.

Shocked and dismayed as much as he was sexually excited, it wasn't until he peered through the open, rectory window and discovered the priest's game that he knew what he needed to do.

* * * * *

Since the priest still busy with the young woman behind the closed rectory door, Robert impatiently wandered the empty church while waiting for the Father to emerge from the vicarage. He needed to tell Father Thomas that his computer was fixed and that he installed a new virus protection program. Also, willing to forgo payment, trading his computer services for his guidance, he need to talk to the priest about the nasty, reoccurring and realistic incestuous dreams he's been having about having incestuous sex with his mother and sister. Even though he had other appointments, he decided to wait to speak with the priest. Yet, now that he realized that even his priest was no better than he was when it came to the temptations of the flesh, what he wanted to say to his priest was now tempered by all that he found on the good Father's computer and by what he saw the priest doing with a woman inside of the rectory.

Their dirty, little secret between them, Robert decided to use the information to his benefit should Father Thomas be uncooperative to help him seduce his mother and sister. Because of Father Thomas' obvious proclivity for pornography, he couldn't help but wonder what really goes on behind closed, rectory doors. Taking advantage of her vulnerability during her troubled time, he couldn't help but wonder if Father Thomas was having sex with the young, beautiful woman instead of offering her his wise support and religious guidance. Glad that it was naked women with naked men pornography and not child pornography that he discovered on his computer, he'd have to report the priest to the authorities if it was.

Being that the woman had just arrived, Robert figured Father Thomas would be busy with her for a while but, being that he was paid by the hour and working this job for free anyway, he didn't care how long he had to wait to privately speak with his priest. Needing to ask him for his help in stopping him from thinking about having sex with his mother and sister, he didn't dare tell Father Thomas that he thought of Sisters Katherine and Mary Elizabeth in a sexual way too. Only, now having changed his mind about wanting to stop his incestuous thoughts after stumbling across the priest's pornographic secret and sexual life, he wanted the priest's blessing and to enlist him to help him make his sexual fantasies his reality. Now that they were both on the same pornographic page, so to speak, needing to speak with his priest even more than before, he was more comfortable talking to him about him wanting to have incestuous sex with mother and sister.

* * * * *

Rather than waiting in the church, a place that made him uncomfortably nervous with all of the religious symbols, being that he wasn't a practicing Catholic, Robert went outside to walk the beautiful grounds. If he smoked, no doubt, he'd be outside enjoying nature while smoking a cigarette. With smoking bad for his health and walking the beautiful grounds to enjoy nature good for him, in opposition to one another, smoking a cigarette while walking the grounds was oxymoronic. Yet, judging by the discarded cigarette butts, those who smoked apparently didn't see the irony of smoking while enjoying nature. Set behind the rectory, he had never been on this part of the church grounds before. Filled with colorful flowers, mature trees, benches, fountains, statues, and birds singing, it was so beautifully peaceful.

Off at a distance, he saw Sisters Katherine and Mary Elizabeth sitting on a bench talking while having their lunch. Routinely in his sexual fantasies that he masturbated over while imagining stripping then naked before having sex with the two nuns, he'd do one or both of them if he could. Immediately, as soon as he thought of Sister Katherine on her knees blowing him and thought of taking Sister Mary Elizabeth doggie style, he felt guilty for thinking of the two nuns in a sexual way. Nonetheless his guilt, judging him by the pornographic sites that he frequented, especially the Sexy Nuns with Horny Priests site, he assumed that Father Thomas must feel the same sexual way as he did about wanting to have sex with the two nuns.

Even without wearing any makeup or tight, sexy clothes that flattered their curves, they were both so very beautiful. As if their faces were framed by their wimples, he could only imagine them on their knees while sucking him. Just as he made up in his sexy dream about what the nuns wore beneath their habits, he couldn't help but wonder what they really wore beneath their habits. Just as he had fantasized what they wore in his sexual dreams, he imagined Sister Katherine wearing a black thong with a gold cross that she borrowed from Mother Agatha and Sister Mary Elizabeth wearing her boyfriend's old boxer shorts. Holy ass cheeks, how hot would that be if they did?

"Hi Sister Katherine," he waved while wishing her could fuck her. "Hi Sister Mary Elizabeth," he said while wishing she'd suck him.

Undressing them with his eyes, because of all of the sexual fantasies that he's had about them, he could just envision them naked. Naked, naked, naked, as if they were sitting there naked, he could just see what they looked like naked. He knew their names only from the description that his mother and sister gave him of them. Whether helping with bake sales or running errands, devote Catholics, his mother and sister were always doing something for the church. Definitely, they'd both go straight to Heaven when they died and he'd go to Hell for what he was thinking about doing the two nuns now. So twisted in his sexual desire for wanting to have sex with the wrong women, forbidden women, when he wasn't thinking about having sex with the nuns, he was thinking about having sex with his mother and sister.

"God be with you," said Sister Katherine bowing her head and signing herself.

If only she knew that he was thinking of her naked, sweating, and screaming while he parted her clam and pounded her pussy, she'd know that it was the Devil who was walking with him and not God.

"God bless you," said Sister Mary Elizabeth bowing her head and signing herself.

If only she knew that he was thinking of her naked, on her knees, and sucking his cock before cumming in her mouth, she'd never bless him.

Imagining that they were both lesbians and having sex behind the convent wall, he wondered if they talked in that way when having sex with one another. He imagined Sister Mary eating Sister Katherine's pussy.

"God be with you Sister Mary, I'm going to cum," he imagined Sister Katherine saying as she had an orgasm.

"God bless you Sister Katherine. Do me now," he imagined Sister Mary saying while awaiting her turn to be so sexually eaten.

* * * * *

With manicured lawns, flowered gardens, and in having so much pristine land in the middle of the city, Robert didn't understand how the church took so much from the poor and returned so little to the people who needed their help the most. What's wrong with this picture? How could the Catholic Church, a non-profit charity, amass such wealth? It doesn't seem right that the church could be so affluently wealthy and turn a blind eye when so many of their parishioners were unemployed, homeless, hungry, and sick without even the help of health insurance.

Always with their hands out, the church uses the pretense of needing money to help the poor and the needy when their Bishops, Cardinals, and Popes not only live a decadent lifestyle but also have the very best in medical care. Behind the scenes, the church has scores of lawyers and financial advisers watching their investments grow in the stock market and their portfolio results in the bond and commodities markets. The Catholic Church is not only one of the biggest investors and moneymakers but also one of the biggest beggars of them all. How dare they?

If only judging the Catholic Church by the property they owned, he wondered how much of what they collected went to the people and how much went to fund the extravagant lifestyles and appetites of the Bishops, the Cardinals, and the Popes. Resplendent in 15th century attire, if the cost of the uniforms of the Pope's personal army of Swiss bodyguards are any indication, he could only imagine what other extravagances the church had that the public didn't know. Eating the best foods and drinking the best booze, it doesn't seem fair that priests, bishops, cardinals, and popes live so high on the hog when the nuns vow themselves to a life of poverty while working and living behind convent walls. Who knows what goes on behind convent walls? Maybe every night is Chippendale night or Butch Dyke night.

As if God dictated that there even be a city of gold, Vatican City, their tax free haven, seemingly so wasteful, how so ridiculous was all of this falderal and buffoonery in the name of God. With all of their riches built on lies, deception, and deceit that has continued uninterrupted and unchecked for centuries, if anything, the Catholic Church is blasphemous by nature. I dare say that the Catholic Church to Catholics is just as ridiculous as the Monarchy is to the British citizens.

"Off with their heads!"

God forgive me, Catholics forgive me, and I hope that all of you suckers from the UK will forgive me too but, if you're Catholic and British, then you're being fucked up the ass not just once but twice.

"How was it? Was it good for you?"

* * * * *

As soon as he passed by the rectory's open window, he heard voices that caused him to turn his head in their direction. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw the young, beautiful woman kneeling in front of her priest. Not wanting to pry but feeling as if he was peeping nonetheless, wondering what they were doing, he couldn't help himself from hiding behind a tree while staring, waiting, and watching to see. Having never seen the inside of a rectory before and surprised seeing the woman kneeling before the priest, he stopped to watch.

Perhaps he thought that he'd find religion by watching someone else on her knees and who was so blindly following her faith. With someone who so believed and who so trusted her priest to be alone with him and vulnerably positioned on her knees behind the closed door of the rectory, she was ripe to be sexually used and abused by her priest. Nonetheless, as if invading a private confession, he couldn't stop watching and listening while hoping to be found wrong about how he felt about the church and about his priest while waiting to see and/or feel God's presence. Only, with the Devil taking up residence in Father Thomas' soul, God was nowhere to be found in the rectory on that day.

Seeing the woman kneeling before the good Father made him realize how much control a priest had over people, especially impressionable, vulnerable, and troubled, young, beautiful women, as this woman surely was. He could only imagine how much control a Bishop, a Cardinal, and a Pope had over Catholics and others of faith. Being that he was still a virgin, Robert wished he had that kind of powerful control over women to get them to kneel in front of him but not for the sake of praying but for the purposes of sucking. Suddenly, making the connection from a woman on her knees sucking instead of praying, his mind was filled with inappropriate, sexual thoughts. He'd love for Sisters Katherine and Mary Elizabeth to kneel before him in the way that the woman was kneeling before Father Thomas now.

God forgive him, but he'd love to put a loving hand behind Sister Katherine's beautiful head while humping her mouth and before putting a heavy hand behind Sister Mary's head while fucking her face. Yet, God needed to forgive so very many other abuses, sexual and otherwise, committed by his priests, Bishops, Cardinals, and Popes before he had the time to bother forgiving him for merely lusting over Sisters Katherine and Mary, as well as incestuously wanting his mother and sister. It was then that he realized why Dante Alighieri placed the Popes in the ninth circle of Hell, the lowest circle, in his poem, Dante's Inferno.

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In the way that Robert undoubtedly would, it's a good thing that priests are theoretically celibate or they could take advantage of a woman on her knees when with them alone in private. No doubt, just as there are plenty of women who'd take sexual advantage of such a sexual opportunity to be alone with their priests, there are plenty of priests who would too. Always horny, he wished he had a woman on her knees and willing to take him in her mouth right now. As soon as he had that thought of receiving a blowjob, he thought about the sexual fantasy that he had this morning of his mother and sister forced to blow him under the command of his imaginary rapists Jules and Tyrone. The sexy sight of the young woman obediently kneeling before her religious instructor and spiritual protector made him horny. She was so pretty and judging her from the fit of her tight clothes, with her round ass and big breasts evident, she was so very shapely too.

In the way that priests and nuns are required to do, even if he wanted to give his life to God, he could never abstain from sex. Always on his mind, especially when his hand was firmly around his cock and he was stroking himself to his horny, sexual fantasies, as soon as he thought about sex, he thought about stripping his beautiful mother and his sexy sister naked before having sex with them. From out of all the women he knows, even over the woman kneeling before the priest now, and even over Sisters Katherine and Mary, if he could choose two women to bed, they'd be his mother and sister.

Only, with incest just a sexual fantasy, forbidden and even against the law in so many countries, never will it ever happen that he'd be having sex with his mother and/or his sister. Instead, he'd just have to be satisfied masturbating over the imagined thoughts of having sex with his mother and sister. Obviously knowing what he was up to by him always walking around with an erection in his pajama bottoms at the sexy sight of his mother and sister walking around in their nightgowns, he wondered if they were deliberately flashing him too. Yet, with his mother and sister modestly shy and morally good, even though he imagined they were deliberately flashing him, he knew that they'd never intentionally show him any part of their sexy bodies.

As much as he tried to see them naked or topless by barging in on them while they were in their bedroom changing or in the bathroom bathing, he could never catch them naked or in any manner of undress. A hopeless situation, not wanting any woman other than his mother and sister, he was doomed to spend his time masturbating over the sexy thoughts of them naked while having sex with them. Maybe by just reciting a prayer over and again every time he had such incestuous desires, Father Thomas was his last hope and only salvation to save him from having such wicked, incestuously forbidden thoughts.

* * * * *

"Relax," said Father Thomas to the young, pretty woman while he rested a gentle hand upon her shoulder. "Forget all of your troubles. I'm here to help you," he said while slowly swaying his oversized cross that hung from his neck in his hand and in the woman's eyes. "Your eye lids are getting very heavy. You can no longer keep your eyes open. Close your eyes and sleep...sleep...sleep," he said.

Robert couldn't believe his eyes and ears. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that the priest was hypnotizing the woman but for what reason? Why would he hypnotizing her? Maybe she was trying to lose weight but she was too shapely to have a weight problem. Maybe she was trying to quit smoking. Of course, that's probably why she'd asked her priest to hypnotize her but he had no idea that priests knew hypnosis. Maybe she was an alcoholic or addicted to drugs. Maybe she's addicted to sex. He'd love to meet a troubled woman who was addicted to sex. Surely, it would take such a sexual woman for him to forget about having sex with Sisters Katherine and Mary as well as his mother and sister.

Maybe Father Thomas is one of a handful priests who know hypnosis. He wondered if Father Thomas could give him a hypnotic suggestion to help him to not have incestuous thoughts and sexual urges for his mother and sister. Saved from the Devil by his priest, he'd be so relieved to not masturbate daily over the twisted, perverted thoughts of having sex with his mother and sister but also to stop him from masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with his mother and sister. Finally free from the forbidden desire of incest, he'd look elsewhere and at other women to fulfill his sexual needs.