The Cleric

'Well, it had to end this way at some point', I thought to myself, sitting in the back of an army van, hands tied behind my back, a black hood above my head that smelled faintly like vomit. In my mind I did a recap of all the chances I could have taken a different route. Leaving the country, marrying my boyfriend some years ago or even just keeping a lower profile, all would have served me better now since The Cleric took office.

The two cops sitting in the back with me talk quietly in a foreign language I didn't understand, probably Russian. The Cleric is known to hire mercenaries from the region regularly, since a lot of women left the police force in protest against the new laws. I know that, because I was one of them. It started as all absolute regimes did - a party promising to work for the people and against the elites, the usual. The new thing about The Cleric, or the peoples party as they called themselves in the beginning, is that they had no interest in helping their rich friends become richer and let the rest to die, that would have been easier. No, they were fanatics, believing white men where there to rule the world and everyone else was to serve them.

Long story short, there were protests, lawsuits and even some revolts, but in the end they inshrined the new constitution. Women and people of color were demoted to second class citizens and the church was established as the new state authority, with all legislative and executive rights to execute their will.

The men have stopped talking - it had to be men, all women who didn't quit were sacked few months later - and the car slowed down, we must have left the highway. Having sat opposite of me before, I sensed one of them moving next to me. He leaned in and I could hear his breathing as he traced a finger over my collarbone. "Shame we can't join in correction," he whispered with a heavy accent. I didn't react, not wanting to give them the pleasure of showing fear.

Of course I was scared out of my mind, I was arrested at a secret - or not so secret as we found out - meeting of our local resistance group as they called us. To be honest that was a bit far fetched, most we did was print the occasional flyer or meet in private to process what's happening, but that seemed to suffice. They raided the little backroom of the sewing factory where we sat, and took all five of us. I know what was going to happen now, they called it correction. Women who didn't comply with the rules were sent to certain churches, where they worked for a certain period of time. As far as I heard, that ranged from actual work to serving the priest sexually in the most depraved ways I heard of in my life. I knew that risk and I always thought I'd be ready for it when it's time, but now that it's time the powerlessness is really settling in.

The cop next to me lifts the hood over my head and puts it on the bench on his other side, the light is blinding me. "Time to prepare you," he said. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light in the back of the van and I saw the two men, both dressed in the typical black uniforms of the new police force. Both had brutish faces with bad teeth and shaved heads, tattoos on their necks and piercing blue eyes. The one next to me was slightly slimmer and taller. The one still sitting in front of me had a machine gun leaning against his right leg. "Prepare?" I almost didn't recognize my own voice, it sounded so scared. The tall one just laughed and pulled out a knife from his boot, about the length of his hand.

He kneeled down in front of me and slowly lifted the point of the knife towards my throat. "Don't move," he barked. Not that I could have in my tied up state. He lowered the knife towards the top of my dress and slowly started to cut down. I was wearing a black shirt dress that went down just below my knees when I was standing up. Now when sitting, it has moved up towards the mid of my thighs. He continued cutting between my breasts, when he reached the bra, he looked me in the eyes, laughed quietly and cut the front of the bra as well. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. He continued to cut down the dress up to my navel, then I heard him putting the knife back in his boot. I felt his rough fingertips gently pushing the fabric to the sides, leaving me uncovered from the waist up.

"Look at me," he whispered, his voice sounded hoarse. I shook my head, feeling utterly helpless at his hands and humiliated by it. I couldn't help myself, tears were forming in my eyes, I didn't want them to see it. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my nipples, the bastard had pinched them. My eyes shot open from the pain, I managed to suppress a sound. He still had them between his fingers and pulled them towards him, clearly enjoying the pain he caused. I had to arch my back to relieve at least some of the pain. He looked me in the eyes and shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk," he said in the most condescending manner. "You're lucky we're almost there." He gave my nipples a last, painful twist and let them go. His hands moved down to my thighs, with a rip he separated the rest of the fabric. I was now sitting naked on the remains of my dress, tears in my eyes from the pain and the humiliation. They could do with me whatever they wanted. The tall cop sat back on the bench next to me, not without flicking my nipples once again, making me jump. "She's yours, boss," he laughed.

I looked at the man sitting opposite of me, who had a bulge in his pants, clearly enjoying what he saw. He took the rifle and lifted the tip towards my knees, that were closed shut. He nudged my right knee and I immediately understood, he wanted me to spread my legs. While his colleagues eyes had shown fun in torturing me, his eyes were completely cold, allowing no negotiation. I parted my knees he nodded. The tip of the rifle travelled along the inside of my thigh towards my intimate area, still covered my the black panty I put on this morning. As the rifle arrived at my clit, I jumped again. He moved swiftly towards me and slapped me, not hard enough to leave marks but hard enough to hurt. He moved back and put the top back on my clit. This time I knew better then to move. He moved it slightly down towards my entrance, and began to slightly push it in and out, stretching the fabric of my slip. His bulge was growing bigger and bigger and he was obviously getting off on my discomfort. Suddenly, the car stopped.

The doors in the front opened and shut, I heard voices again. "Your luck," the shorter cop said, making it perfectly clear that they would have continued otherwise. "Is she ready?," an unfamiliar voice asked from outside, no russian accent this time. The doors opened and I saw two more cops, dressed in military uniforms. One of the cops took a good look at me up and down and directly between my legs and smirked. "Having fun, yeah? Wait until you meet the priest, we found a good one for you." I realized with horror that my body has reacted to the assault of the cops and formed a wet patch on my slip. He grabbed the hood and put it back on me. In the next second, I was pulled out of the van and put on my feet. One cop held my right arm, the other one the left one, hands still being tied behind my back. They shoved me forward, forcing me to stumble in the general direction I assumed they wanted me to walk in. We walked up a few steps and I felt the sun leaving my naked skin. They steered my through a bigger door and I felt carpet on my naked feet. Finally, after some more distance, they stopped. "Father, this is subject 1350, your newest entry for correction," the cop on my right said. And then they left. I heard footsteps leaving and the door shutting again.

I stood there, in a hood and a slip, disoriented, trying to somehow cover me up. "Don't. Stand straight." His voice was sharp as a razor. I heard slow, unhurried footsteps coming towards me. "Now. Before we start. This will help you stay in line.." He moved behind me and fastened a sort of collar behind my neck, then he let his hands slip down on my shoulders. "Let me demonstrate." he whispered. His right hand left my shoulder, and a second later I experienced the most excruciating pain that I felt in my entire life, starting from the collar and moving throughout the whole body. I dropped to the floor, breathing heavily. He chuckles and the pain increased again. I couldn't contain myself and started to scream. The pain stopped. His hands helped me back up to a standing position. Still standing behind me he asked, "Will this be enough for a start?." I nodded frantically. No matter what this priest wants from me, I have no choice to obey. The pain is to much.

"Good.." He lifted the hood. Once again, my eyes needed a second to adjust. I'm standing in an empty church, about halfway between the door and the altar. I don't see anything of the man behind be, he took some steps back. It was a big church, at least capacity for several hundreds of people. The altar before me was decorated beautifully, it seemed to be carved out of stone intricate details. "On your knees," I hear him speak, and I obey. "Crawl." With tears in my eyes, I drop to my knees and crawl towards the altar. "Slower." I slowed down, the movement forcing my hip to swing obscenely. My breasts are hanging towards the ground and swaying with the movement.

Making my way up the last steps towards the altar, I'm unsure what to do, I'm going to crawl into the structure any second. I stop. "That was your first mistake," he says, his voice becoming cruel in an instant. He puts his foot on my neck, pushing my upper body forward and down towards the floor. His foot moves away but I do not dare to move, staying in this doggy position. I hear steps moving in front of me and see shoes and the bottom of a priests dress in front of my face. They are nice leather shoes, they have some spots of dirt on them. "Clean them." I don't understand, the collar buzzes to life, shooting some minor pain through my body, as a warning. Then I get it. I don't want to do it, I don't want to be used like that, but I have to. Slowly, crying, I lick the tip of the left shoe. The pain stops. I lick and lick, disgusted by not knowing what I'm cleaning away. I continue until both shoes are clean. "Good girl, that is your place.," he laughs.

He pulls me to a kneeling position and places me with by back towards the altar. The hands are still tied, so I'm leaning uncomfortably against the decorations I saw earlier, they are biting in my skin. I look up and see him for the first time. He wears a blue robe, embroidered with green and yellow threads, forming beautiful patterns. Below that, he wears a regular dark blue three piece suit, and the shoes I already know. He kneels down in front of me and I see his face properly for the first time. He has black hair, slicked back like it was fashionable in the old mafia movies. His eyes are pitch black, he has high collarbones and a chiseled jaw. If the world would be different, he would have been my type.

This thought was quickly purged from my mind when he spoke. "You are my property now. You will learn your place in this world, to serve men and do so happily. I'm going to force you to do everything you could never imagine and I'm going to force you to enjoy it, since I know that is what you fear the most. To make it clear, this is not to make it fun for you, I want to humiliate you, break you and then build you back up in a way that pleases me alone. Everything that defines you will be gone." He gets closer and licked the tears away from my face. He stands up and grabs my hair, pulling my face towards his crotch, making me nearly loose balance. "Lick.," he barks. I start to lick his bulge through his pants, he groans and pushes his hips against my head, against the altar. He starts grinding against my face. One of his feet parts my knees and stops at my pussy. He pulls his hip back and looks down on me. "Ride it." I slowly start to grind and feel me getting wet and aroused. He watches me with cold eyes. His hands drop down and he pulls up my nipples, pain shooting through ones again. I see in his eyes that the pain turns him on. He lets me continue for some more time, his treatment works, I get closer and closer to an orgasm.

Suddenly, he slaps my face. "Stop.," he orders. He opens his belt and removes it, folds it in his hand. He opens the zipper and lets the pants fall to the floor. He wears nothing else, so his erect dick is right in front of me. It's gigantic, long and thick, nothing else like I've ever seen. He looks at me expectingly and I open my mouth. I'm no stranger to blowjobs, but this is no size I've tried before. He bows down and spits in my open mouth. Ashamed, I close my eyes and wait for him to fuck my face. He shoves it in my mouth, my eyes tearing up. With no compassion, he moves it in, more and more, until he's in my throat. I can't breathe, my eyes opening in panic. He doesn't move out, smiling down at me sadistically. Finally, just when my eyesight goes black, he pulls out. "Ride my foot again." I comply, rubbing my pussy against his shoe while he fucks my throat. The choking brings me closer and closer to an orgasm. His thrusting gets faster and I realize he is close. As he's about to come, he takes my hair and shoved my head on his dick, the stimulation sending me over the edge, just as I feel his load shooting down my throat.