Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned 02

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Losing her faith, Mother Superior sends Sister Kathryn to Father Thomas for counseling and for his spiritual guidance.

Continued from Chapter 1:

"Father Thomas? Hello?" She knocked. "It's Sister Kathryn," she said waiting and listening at the door. She knocked again. "Father Thomas? Mother Superior sent me to see you. She said that I should talk to you and seek your spiritual help," she said through the thick door while pausing to listen again. She waited and listened before calling out again for the last time. "Father Thomas?"

Ready to leave to return to the safety and sanctity of the convent, when she didn't hear any response, she knocked again for the last time. With the gossip and innuendos playing havoc with her mind, even though she didn't believe any of them, nonetheless afraid after all of the rumors she heard about him, she dreaded seeing him alone. Only what choice did she have? She had no choice. Mother Superior sent her to the priest and she couldn't disobey the Holy Mother. With one of her vows to become a nun to obey, she'd have holy Hell to pay if she disobeyed Mother Superior's instructions.

Putting off the inevitable, she just hoped he wasn't there. She prayed that he wasn't there. She'd say an extra hundred Hail Mary's if he doesn't answer his door. Then, when she heard movement from behind the rectory door and heard his voice, she had a heavy heart filled with dread. Obviously picking up on her psychic feelings, her mood turned as dark as her habit and as what she imagined that lurked behind that rectory door. One would think she was seeing Satan, the black Angel of Darkness, and the Devil himself, instead of seeing a man of faith, a man of God, and her priest.

Perhaps nothing more than rumors, she hoped that what she heard about her priest sexually abusing some of the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins and having sex with female parishioners wasn't true. Nothing more than gossip and hearsay, no doubt because he's so handsome, woman are so sexually attracted to him, and because they're so sexually frustrated, she truly believed it wasn't anything more than vicious lies. Yet, seemingly, every time a nun went to see him, she returned to the convent upset and in tears. Every time a nun went to see him, they were transferred to another parish, or they left the convent to live their lives as a married women with children.

Perhaps Father Thomas could clearly see if a nun had what it took to remain a nun. Perhaps he possessed a spiritual way to renew a nun's faith. Perhaps he was the final say whether a nun should stay or go. Perhaps because Father Thomas only saw the weakest nuns, those nuns who struggled with their faith, he really could help them to make the decision that she needed to make. She didn't consider herself as a weak nun but after she confessed to the Holy Mother that she was doubting her faith, perhaps the Holy Mother and Father Thomas deemed her weak.

"Come in Sister Kathryn. Come in," said Father Thomas from the other side of the door. "Welcome," he said coming around from behind his desk as soon as she opened the heavy, rectory door and closed it with a thud behind her. An antique door of beautiful craftsmanship, to buy such a splendid door today would cost a small fortune.

Not wasting any time in making his sexual intentions known, as soon as Sister Kathryn entered the rectory, closed the door behind her, and turned to face him, Father Thomas, who looked like George Clooney playing a priest, was all over her. As if he was a horny, sexually inexperienced, teenage boy, without even any warning, he walked to her and placed his hand on her ample breast through her habit. As if she was there for his sexual taking, he squeezed her breast while fondling her breast. By the shocked look on her face, not expecting her priest to just reach out and grope her breast, he surprised and startled her.

Chapter 2:

In had been a long time, years, since a man had touched her in such a sexual way and even longer since a man had touched her in such a sexually inappropriate way. Before she became a nun, even when on a date, it had been a long time, years, since a man had touched her breast without her welcoming his touch. She was stunned and already traumatized with the knowledge that the rumors she heard about the priest were now true. Instead of sexually arousing her, he sickened her with his touch. Instead of finding him sexually attractive, she found him to be nasty.

'Her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breast' she thought while unable to believe that he was groping her. The words screamed through her head as if a siren of warning. 'Her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breast.' Shocked beyond words, she couldn't believe it.

As if she had died and was moving towards the bright, white light, his inappropriate sexual touch removed her from the present. As if she suddenly wasn't there mentally, emotionally, and/or physically, as if she was having a nightmare, or was watching someone else being sexually molested, she stared down at his hand groping her breast while he stared at her. With him obviously watching for her reaction to see if she'd welcomed his hand and his sexual advances or reject his touch and reject his sexual advances, she froze into inaction. Thinking and believing that he was somehow going to help her renew her faith and restore her belief in God, she was in shock that he was touching, feeling, and fondling her breast.

'How dare he?'

She was a nun and not some whore. Something that no man or woman should ever touch, feel, and fondle especially a man and especially a priest, Father Thomas was touching, feeling, and fondling Sister Kathryn's breast. Touching and feeling her breast while fondling her breast, when she didn't stop him or even protest him touching her in such a sexually inappropriate way, he reached out his other hand to touch, feel, and fondle her other full breast. Obviously, he took her shocked reaction, surprised silence, and stunned inaction as welcoming his touch and wanting his sexual advances. Shocked beyond belief, she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

'Oh, my God,' was all that she could silently think. 'Oh, my God.'

Before she gave herself to God and took her vow of celibacy, she suddenly felt the same way she did when she was dating men who enjoyed feeling her up but who wouldn't take no for an answer. Only, she wasn't a nun then and hadn't taken her vow of celibacy. Moreover, now that her priest was one of those men who seemingly wouldn't take no for an answer, this wasn't some man she was dating. This was her priest who had taken a vow of celibacy too.

'How dare he touch her, feel her, and fondle her in such a sexually inappropriate way,' she thought while still staring down at his hands.

Then, as if touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts wasn't enough, he fingered the impressions that her nipples made through her bra and habit too. As if adjusting the station and volume control knobs on a radio, when he started fingering and pulling out the impressions of her nipples that emerged through her bra and through her habit, he kissed her. As shocked as she was when he reached out his hands to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, she was shocked that he leaned in and kissed her.

It didn't matter than he was a handsome and sexually desirable man. She was a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. She was a Roman Catholic nun who had taken her vow of celibacy. She was married to her Lord God, Jesus Christ. It didn't matter that he looked like George Clooney dressed as a priest. He was a Roman Catholic priest who had taken his vow of celibacy too.

'Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,' were the only words that ran through her mind.

Just as she couldn't believe her priest touched her breasts, felt her breasts, fondled her breasts, and now fingered her nipples through her habit and bra, she couldn't believe her priest kissed her too.

'Oh, my God,' she thought again.

She was cheating on Jesus with of all men, a man of God, who was a Catholic Priest. She was cheating on Jesus with her priest, a man she was sent to by Mother Superior to help her find her faith.

'Oh, my God.'

Even though she didn't do anything other than allow him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples, she just sinned. Paralyzed by his unwelcomed touches, as if he was feeling someone else, some other nun or parishioner, she helplessly stood there watching his hands touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while his fingers fingered her emerging nipples. Unable to stop him, too in shock to stop him, it was as if her soul and her will to resist had left her body. She looked down at his horny hands feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples from the rectory ceiling. Then, as if she just had a religious experience, she felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. As if she had just received an electrical shock, had been Tasered, or had just seen Satan, her eyes bugged out of her head in total disbelief that her priest had not only sexually molested her but also sexually aroused her.

'Oh, my God,' she thought while shocked that she was wet.

Unable to move herself away from his touch, with her nipples one of her erogenous zones, he was sexually exciting her by just fingering and pulling out her nipples. Before she was a nun, common and expected for a man to feel her breasts and finger her nipples while kissing her when she was on a date but she thought that was in her sexual past. Now that she was a nun, a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she never expected her breasts to be groped, felt and fondled. She never expected her nipples to be fingered in such a wanton sexual way and especially not by her priest. Under the protection and watchful eye of God, she thought she'd be safe in the rectory from being sexually abused by of all men, her priest.

'How dare he?'

Then, if it wasn't enough that he was feeling her breasts while fingering her nipples through her habit and bra, not even giving her a chance to resist, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. As if she was his wife or his girlfriend, he took ownership of her body as if she wasn't even a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. As if he had done this many times before, as he pulled her to him, he reached his hand down and around her to feel her firm, shapely, virginal ass through her long, loose, black robe and panties.

As if he had touched and felt her there before, as if his hand belonged there and was an appendage of her body, his big hand felt heavy but good on her ass. Seemingly with him knowing exactly how to sexually feel her ass, he must have had plenty of practice with other innocent nuns and lonely parishioners. With all the men who had ever felt, fondled, and groped her ass, he was the ass expert. She didn't think she could be sexually aroused by someone, by her priest just feeling her ass, but she was.

'Oh, my God,' she thought not with shock but with sexual excitement.

First with him touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts before fingering her nipples through her habit and bra, as soon as he felt her ass through her habit and panties, she was sick to her stomach again. She couldn't believe she was being so groped, touched, felt, and fondled. She couldn't believe she was being so sexually used and abused. She wanted to vomit her disgust all over his black suit and white collar.

More than feeling sick that she was being sexually violated, she felt embarrassed. She felt humiliated. She felt insulted. She was angry. Then, when he continued feeling her ass in such a sexual way while groping her breast, unable to stop herself from feeling the rush of sexual arousal, she was sexually excited.

'Dear God,' she silently prayed. 'Help me to resist temptation. Help me to remain strong against this Devil disguised as a priest.'

Regardless of her obvious sexual excitement, a human reaction she couldn't control, just as he was a Catholic priest, she was a Catholic nun. Just as she'd never sexually and inappropriately grope, touch, feel, and fondle him, she couldn't believe that he was groping, touching, feeling, and fondling her. How dare he touch her in such a vile, sexual way? How dare he forsake his vow of celibacy to touch and feel her in such disrespectful, a sexual way? When she was the one losing her faith for having thoughts of wanting to marry a mortal man, have a child, and raise a family, he just wanted to have sex. Seemingly, he didn't care about her internal struggle of her losing her faith and about the recourses of their religion. Her being there was just a sexual opportunity to him.

'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'Oh, my God,' she silently prayed.

Then, with his fingers parting her butt cheeks through her clothes, when he attempted to part her lips with his tongue, as if awakening her from her nightmare with his attempted French kiss, she balked and recoiled. Instead of returning his kiss, pushing him away as if he was the Devil in disguise as a priest instead of a man of God, she turned her head from him and took a step back. Even though she was sexually aroused, she felt sexually assaulted. Even though she was sexually excited, she felt sexually molested. Even though she suddenly wanted to have her wicked sexual way with him in the way he was having his wicked sexual way with her, she felt brutalized by all men, and especially by her trusted priest.

'How dare he abused his power in this way,' she thought. 'He's no better than the Holy Mother making a pass at her and Sisters Angelica and Dolores asking her to join their lesbian affair,' she thought while still stunned that all of this was happening to her.

No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would have grabbed her by her neck, kissed her, and forced himself on her. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would stripped her naked and touched and felt her everywhere a priest should never touch and feel a nun. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would have grabbed her by her neck pulled her head down and forced her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would bent her across his desk, lifted her habit, pulled down her panties, and fucked her. Suddenly he awakened her with his inappropriate, sexual touch, she responded.

"Father Thomas! How dare you? What are you doing?"

He looked at her as if she was the crazy one.

"What am I doing?" He pushed back his chestnut brown hair as if he was a movie star on the set instead of a priest. "I'm saving you from yourself by helping to restore your faith," he said with a sick laugh.

With her being such a good and kind nun, she stared at him with all the hate she could muster, which by his insistency of him wanting to have sex with her wasn't nearly enough.

"How dare you treat me with such disregard and disrespect as if I'm a whore? I'm a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins and, as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, you must treat me with the respect that I so deserve," she said.

As if she was proud of being chaste and innocent, she stood tall and pushed out her chest. As if being a virgin was something to proclaim, she suddenly felt ridiculous that she was a virgin at her mature age. When young women half her age are having premarital sex and getting pregnant, she questioned why she had chosen this path. Especially with her being sexually abused by her priest and having to ward of lesbian passes made by her Holy Mother and her sister nuns, she couldn't help but feel that the Catholic religion was nothing more than a sham. Filled with gay and lesbian sex, she couldn't help but feel that the Catholic Church was a haven for sexual deviates and perverts.

Hopefully God will forgive her for thinking this but she suddenly felt ridiculous being married to Jesus and not being married to a mortal man. She suddenly wanted to be married to someone that she could hold, touch, kiss, and feel the weight of his body on top of her while making love to her before fucking her. Should she remain a nun in good standing in the Holy Order of Virgins, destined to be a virgin for the rest of her life, what choice did she have now? This was the only life she had known for the past ten years. If she left the order now, people would think there was something wrong with her for quitting being a nun. People would think she did something wrong and was asked to leave instead of leaving the Holy Order of Virgins voluntarily.

She scolded him as if he was one of her disrespectful students who accidentally or deliberately touched her breasts. She rebuked him as if he was her date who bought her dinner and/or took her to a movie and now expected her to give him sex. Not a prude, whether it was accidental or deliberate, she had been touched more than once by a hand reaching through a crowd on the street. Yet, nothing more than a passing, quick, desperate grope on a crowded bus or subway train, she had never been sexually touched and felt in such a disrespectful and sexually abusive way since she became a nun.

Suddenly, with him awakening the sexual beast that lay sleeping within her, even though she was a virgin, she felt ridiculous to say that she was a virgin and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. Suddenly, with him awakening the sexual beast that lay sleeping within her, even though she was a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she felt wicked. She felt horny. Seemingly now, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Only, she couldn't do that. She took a vow of celibacy. She was married to Jesus. Just as she could never break her vow of celibacy, she couldn't throw her life of hard work, dedication, and devotion for sex.

She looked at him as if he had physically hurt her. She looked at him as if he had stabbed her heart with a knife instead of trying to part her full, pink lips with his slimy, snakelike tongue. She looked at him as if he had tried to rape her when he parted her ass cheeks through her habit and through her panties with his fingers. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her sexual past who were unable to take no for an answer when she told them that she wouldn't go all the way. She looked at him as if he was the Devil instead of a priest.

Only, with him indeed her priest, she expected more respect and more self-control from him that what he had shown her. At the very least, she expected him not to sexually assault her and physically brutalize her. She expected to feel safe in his presence when alone with him in the rectory and in God's house of worship. She expected him not to touch and feel her in such an inappropriate, unwanted, and uninvited sexual way. How dare he?

Yet, even though he was her priest, reverting back to the sexual woman she was before becoming a nun, she treated him in the same way that she treated all men who wouldn't take no for an answer. Being that she was married to Jesus, especially since she was married to Jesus, she looked at him as if he had just sinned against the Catholic Church and against God. By daring to sexually and inappropriately touch and feel her, he was not only breaking his vow of celibacy but trying to make her break her vow of celibacy too.

How dare he temp her to break her vow of celibacy. How dare he break the 7th Commandment, Thou shall not commit adultery and the 10th Commandment, Thou shall not covet thou neighbor's wife. Now, with her no longer thinking of herself as a beautiful woman, she thought of herself as a Catholic Nun. Instead of thinking of herself as a sexually desirable woman, she thought of herself as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. She thought of herself as one of the wives of Jesus Christ, our Lord God and Savior.