Corrupting Katie Ch 04

Dear Diary,

It finally happened. My mom and dad stumbled across all the disgusting pictures of the smelly, fat, old man using my body any way he likes. My parents said I'm not allowed to ride the train anymore, but that this was a private matter and I wasn't allowed to tell the police or talk to anyone else about it except Pastor Jeff. What followed was a rough day.

My parents told me to put on my nicest church dress and took me to see Pastor Jeff. We met in his office, my parents holding hundreds of pictures of my nudity on the train, boys slapping and squeezing my bottom, and the fat old man using my body. As Pastor Jeff took his time looking at every single one of the pictures, I blushed from head to toe and stared at my lap. I wiped tears from my eyes. He finally spoke.

"Katie, I think we're overdue for a little chat." I nodded. "Now, I want you to go ahead and tell me, did you enjoy this old man touching your pussy?"

"Pastor Jeff, my mom always told me to call it my vagina or my flower."

"Katie, it looks to me like you've done some very unchristian things. So, from here on, we will use unchristian words. When you refer to your body, I want you to use the words 'ass' 'pussy' 'snatch' 'cunt' and 'titties.' Do you understand me?"

I whimpered but replied "Yes Pastor Jeff." I wanted to melt into the floor.

"Now...did you enjoy it when this man touched your cunt?"

I flinched, but replied "No Pastor Jeff. I hated it when he touched my snatch."

He held up a picture. "In this picture, it seems like your pussy is very wet Katie. And the nipples on your little titties are hard as rocks. Katie, if you can't be honest with me, I can't help you find God."

I looked up at my disapproving parents. "Pastor Jeff...maybe if we could talk in private it would be better..."

He shook his head. "Katie, by the looks of it many men have seen your beautiful naked body. And it seems like you didn't care about your privacy then. Look at this picture. Three men are watching an old man touch your adorable powder blue bikini cut panties. No. Your parents can stay and hear all about the things you've done these last few weeks."

I groaned. "Pastor Jeff...I didn't like it...but...he kept touching me. I thought the first person to touch my...my pussy...was going to be my husband on my wedding night. He did things to embarrass me. It wasn't my fault, Pastor Jeff!"

He showed me picture after picture where I was clearly aroused before I finally said "He made me aroused Pastor Jeff."

Then he looked me in my tear-filled eyes and said "Katie, I need to hear you say 'I consented to this Pastor Jeff.'"

I was shocked. "But I didn't consent to it! He used me! I'm a victim!"

"Katie...the healing can't start until you're honest with yourself, with your parents, and with me. I've had three young men from your school tell me they touched your ass and you didn't do a thing to stop them."

I swallowed. "I consented to this Pastor Jeff." I sniffled mournfully as I said it, but deep down I knew Pastor Jeff was right. I just wanted God to forgive me, and for my parents to love me again.

"Good girl." He patted my head like I was a toddler. "Now then." He pulled his chair around so he was in front of his desk. "It seems like you spent some days wearing no bra on the train. Is that true?" I nodded shamefully. "Is that true Katie?"

"Yes Pastor Jeff. There were days the old man wouldn't let me wear a bra on the train." He shot me a look and I corrected myself. "There were some days I chose not to wear a bra on the train."

"Did you wear panties every day on the train?"

"Yes Pastor Jeff. I wore panties on the train every day. But some days they were so wet I had to change them in the lady's room at the college."

He looked at me from head to toe. "And are you wearing a bra and panties now Katie?"

I looked at him. I felt a little scandalized. "Of course I am Pastor Jeff!"

"Well, I'm not sure we can trust you now, Katie. I think we should check to make sure." I wanted to die of shame. But I obediently stood up and unzipped the back of my church dress so that my parents and Pastor Jeff could see my bra strap. "Good. Now lift up your dress so that we can all see your adorable little panties." I swallowed and lifted up my dress, showing all three of them my underwear. Then I let it fall and sat back down. I was so humiliated. Some part of me stirred though. The part that got aroused from the old man doing embarrassing things to me. "I think, from now on, Katie should demonstrate to both of you that she is wearing a cute little bra and a nice little pair of panties before she goes off to college every day. Certainly, before church so I don't have to check in front of the whole congregation. Now Katie, I think we need to see just what that man was going to help all three of us understand your sin."

I looked at him. "What do you mean Pastor Jeff?"

He patted his lap. "Sit on my lap, Katie."

Reluctantly, I stood and walked to him, sitting on his lap. I gasped as I felt his penis pressing into my bottom. "Mom, dad, he has an erection!"

My dad gave me a look of loathing. "He is trying to save your soul!"

I looked at my lap again. "So, tell me, Katie, how did this whole thing start?"

"Well for starters..." I explained. "He put his hand on my knee. Then my thigh."

He put his hand on my knee. "Use my hand to show me where he touched your thigh."

I took his hand and used it to stroke my thigh. As I took my hand away, he began to massage my thigh of his own accord. The feeling was building inside me again. "Was that the only place he would touch you, Katie?"

"He would also kiss me and touch my brea-my titties."

He took at hand and began to knead my tender breast flesh, pinching my nipple through my dress and bra. The feeling began to spread. I stifled a moan, but I think all three of them heard it. "Show me how he kissed you, Katie. Kiss me like he kissed you."

I closed my eyes and imagined I was kissing that horrible old man, my tongue dancing against Pastor Jeff's tongue in Pastor Jeff's mouth. After I broke the kiss. "I believe he also touched your damp little cunt. Isn't that right, Katie?"

I nodded with a groan. "Maybe..." I panted a little. "...we should stop. I don't think I want you touching my snatch, Pastor Jeff."

He motioned to my father. "Your father is going to use his fingers like the man on the train did."

I gasped in horror as Pastor Jeff pulled the hem of my dress to my waist. "My dad!? Oh no Pastor..."

He pinched slapped my thigh. Hard. "Katie, your father loves you. Certainly, if he's doing the touching, neither of you will feel sexually towards it."

I ruefully explained the way the man had touched me. My father pulled my panties to my knees and began sliding two fingers in, while using his thumb to massage my clitty. All this happened while Pastor Jeff massaged my breasts. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Daddy..." I cried. "...please finish it...please let me have an orgasm..." I had never had one, and it was so close!

Then both men released me. My father looked at me in disgust. Pastor Jeff spoke as I panted. "Here is how we're going to work on this together. Katie, I will remind you that birth control and condoms are contraception and go against the will of God. Remember that. You are never to touch yourself to masturbate. When you feel the urge to touch yourself or have an orgasm, you will go to your father and ask him for an orgasm. He will then spank you. You will never ride the train again, so you will never see that man again. As for the students and teachers in your school, they aren't doing anything wrong by sharing pictures or your sin, or by touching your tight little ass. So, you will let them. Okay, Katie?"

I nodded as I put on my panties and fixed my dress. I hadn't even noticed but apparently my bra had popped open while my father was fingering my vagina. I think from now on, in penance, I'll use the words Pastor Jeff gave me for my body all the time.