Author's note: This story contains a terrible abuse of power, casting a religious figure in a dark light and strong elements of non-consensual sex. Also, everyone is over 18.
If you enjoy it, feel free to comment so I know if I should continue with the series.
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Rosa was trembling as she waited to be called into Father Delaney's office. She had only been to see him for nice things up until now. But this... This was bad. She knew it.
Rosa's family were very religious and together with her mother, Rosa had volunteered for the church for as long as she could remember. Father Delaney often asked for her help with setting up for service, or helping with the smaller children on the big holidays. She was a good girl. And even though she was 18, she was as innocent as she'd always been. Although...
A month ago she had finally relented and one night, making sure her door was closed (her parents preferred it open), she had quietly put her hand under her cotton panties and traced the outsides of her cuntlips. She felt naughty, and dirty, but she couldn't stop herself from putting a shaking finger inside her pussy. She knew she would be wet. She felt like she was wet all the time, she just tried to ignore it.
It hadn't taken long before she had orgasmed. Before she could stop herself, she had cried out. It had taken her by complete surprise and she was immediately terrified that someone in the house had heard her. Not only were her parents home, but also her older brother, Julius, who was visiting.
She was right to have worried. A few minutes later she had heard her mother's footsteps approach her door.
"Rosa?"
"Yes, mum?" She had tried to sound as sleepy as possible.
"Why is your door closed?"
Her mother opened the door and stood in the doorway. Rosa could feel her stare. She wanted to die.
Eventually, her mother left, leaving the door open. Rosa had turned onto her side, huddling deep under her duvet, promising herself that she would never do that again.
"Rosa? Father Delaney is ready for you now."
Rosa tried to smile at Mrs Drake, Father Delaney's assistant, but she was so nervous she wasn't sure if her face was responding in the right way. She walked into the Father's office, shuffling in and looking at her feet. She couldn't look at him, sitting behind his desk.
Father Delaney had been waiting for this moment all week.
When Rosa's mother had come to see him last week, she had been distraught. Father Delaney liked this family, they were very obedient sheep and superb eye-candy. Especially the daughter, Rosa. He had watched her grow up, watching those little tits swell and a self-consciousness that was so sexy creep into her movements. He always made sure to give her as many tasks near to him. He loved watching her.
And now, here she was, a terrified little thing, in his office. His cock was rock hard.
"Close the door behind you and sit," he said sternly.
She reached the chair opposite his desk and sat down on it slowly. She had come straight from school so she was in her school uniform, her skirt riding up as she sat down. Graduation was a few weeks away and if he didn't strike now, he would miss his chance altogether.
She was still looking down at the floor, so he was able to sneak a glance at her legs and the creamy paleness of her inner thighs, which were pressed tightly together.
"Look at me, Rosa."
Her eyes snapped up. He saw how much control he had over her. She was in awe of him, always had been. And now she was terrified, terrified that he would judge her unkindly. His cock throbbed.
"Do you know why you're here?"
Her big almond eyes looked at him pleadingly. It was almost too much for him. How was he meant to control himself around this delicious creature in front of him. Her curly black hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Her ruby red lips were full and parted in anxiety. Her chest rose with every nervous breath. Was she even wearing a bra? Those pert little tits probably didn't need any help.
She was unsure. Was she here because she had masturbated? Or was it something else?
"I'm not sure," she said honestly.
He leant back in his chair, his erection still hidden by his cassock and his desk.
"Tell me. What do you think it could be, Rosa."
He had never been strict like this with her before. She was so nervous she felt nauseous.
"Rosa, you are here so I can save your soul. And I can't do this if you don't cooperate. Do you want to be damned?"
Tears sprang into her big eyes. "No! Please help me Father."
His hand, hidden by the big desk, was on his cock. He couldn't help himself.
"Good. Now, tell me why you think you're here."
She looked away, blinking away the tears. "Is it... is it because I..." She couldn't. She couldn't say it in front of Father Delaney. She loved him like she loved Jesus. With a spiritual fervour that meant she would do anything to be loved by him. This love had been cultivated by her parents' devotion as well as Father Delaney himself.
In his mid-fifties, he was tall and strong, his face betraying the wild youth he had had. Rosa wasn't the first girl who had been in this position over the last years, but it had been a long time since he had wanted someone this much.
"Say it, Rosa. God knows what's in your heart, so don't even think about hiding anything from me."
Her eyes widened. "Is it because I... because I masturbated?"
He thought he did a very good job of remaining neutral. He even stilled his hand on his cock.
"Very good, Rosa. There's no point lying to the Lord, and no point lying to me. Your mother came to me, Rosa. She was incredibly upset. As so she should be. Her only daughter was giving herself over to the devil. She begged me to help, to save your soul from damnation."
Rosa began to cry again. "I didn't mean... I only did it once... I'm so sorry..."
Only once? Does this child have any privacy in that house?
He felt sympathy for her situation. Briefly. Then she moved and her legs parted a little and he got a view of her cotton panties.
"I don't want to hear any excuses. Sin is sin. And you are here to be cleansed. Don't you want to be clean again?"
"Yes, Father, please." She fell onto her knees in front of the desk.
"Get up Rosa. Stand before me."
She stood up, wiping her wet face on her sleeve. She was biting her lip. He wanted to push his cock in between those lips.
"This is what will happen, Rosa. We will perform a ritual of cleansing. It will at times be painful, but if you truly wish to be clean, you must have courage and do everything I say. If you are obedient, there will be pleasure in this cleansing. I will take any form of disobedience as proof that your soul is too far gone and that you have no desire to be accepted into heaven."
She would do anything. He knew it.
"Yes, Father. Please help me. I want to be clean again. I'll do everything you ask of me."
He gripped his cock hard. He was fighting to maintain control.
"Good," he said, coolly. "Now, we will start with straightforward flagellation. So I need you to bend over the desk."
She moved forward and bent over, bringing her upper body closer to him. Her face was closer to him this way and he looked deep into her eyes. Was there a spark of arousal in there?
"Put your hands flat here. And place your cheek here. Good." Her face turned away from him and she placed her cheek on the desk. He stood up and walked around the desk to stand behind her.
Her skirt barely covered her ass. He put a hand on her inner thigh and tapped the flesh almost perfunctorily. She understood what he meant and moved her feet apart. He lifted her skirt up, baring her cotton-clad ass. He looked at her curves, at the shape of her buttocks and the swell of her pussy lips. And he saw the dark patch. She was soaking wet.
"Rosa." He said it softly, as if he was tutting: "Rosa, I didn't realise how far gone you were."
With one finger he touched the wet spot and she jumped, catching her breath. He pushed his finger in, stretching the soaked material into her cunt. He thought he heard a moan.
He pulled out his finger. He smelled it. It smelt so fucking good. Without warning, he spanked her right buttock hard. She yelped. He watched the young flesh tremble. He pulled down her panties slowly, revealing her ass to him. He pulled them down her thighs, again tapping at one of her legs to make her move so he could take them off her completely. Once they were off, she replaced her feet exactly to where they had been, leaving her ass open to him, her puffy pussy lips dripping and visible.
Such an obedient little slut.
He began the spanking in earnest. His big hand rained down hard on her tender flesh that quickly went from pale to red. She sucked in her breath after each hit, but never complained and made sure to stay in the same position.
She must be used to a good spanking. She's taking this like a pro.
He spanked her entire cherry ass and upper thighs as hard as he could, grunting with the effort, throwing her forward every time. He spanked in between her thighs, hitting her dripping pussy. She cried out in surprise, but still not a word. He left his hand there, cupping her pussy, and squeezed.
"Rosa, you are so wet."
His tone of voice was different. It was almost tender. She felt safe. Even though she was wetter than she had ever been, she knew she was in the right place, that Father Delaney was the perfect person to help her. However he saw fit.
One of his fingers began to slide along her slit, encouraging her wetness to drip down his finger and her thighs. He flicked passed her clit and she jolted as if electrocuted.
"Is this where you touched yourself, Rosa?"
She only mewled in response as he rubbed her slippery clit in slow circles. He pressed down on it and insisted: "I said, is this where you touched yourself?"
"Yes Father." Her voice was thick with arousal.
"Good girl." He moved his finger away from her clit and started to push it into her cunt.
"Did you put your finger in here, Rosa?"
"No Father."
His finger could barely move, she was so tight. He pushed on until he was at the second knuckle.
"How does this feel, Rosa?"
"I know it's sinful Father and it hurts but..."
"Say it Rosa"
