The Teacher and the Priest

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Ella sat up from her bed, feeling groggy, her eyes adjusting to the light.

She had been here for... three days? Maybe?

She didn't know anymore. She had aged out of foster care a few weeks ago, and her life was a mess.

Ella didn't know where to go. She was too shy and self-conscious to talk to people, and she didn't know what to do. The priest she was staying with - Father Luca - was a very kind man. He helped her settle in, gave her food and clothes, and was a great listener. He even let her stay here.

But it soon changed.

Father Luca was not what he seemed.

The first night, Ella was taken aback as he told her that he wanted to help her with her sexual deviancy, and her self-harm.

She was scared, but she assumed he was doing something out of kindness.

By the second night, she was starting to feel something was off. The drug, the anal plug... Luca's sadistic smiles as he watched her struggle...

Ella shuddered as a wave of terror washed over her.

She was trapped. She had no way out.

Her head snapped up as she heard the door opening, her heart skipping.

Luca stood there, and he smiled as he saw her, his eyes glinting.

"Hello, child."

Ella instinctively scrambled back, whimpering.

"Now, now, child. That's not very polite, is it?"

"G.. go away!"

"That's not what you said when you orgasmed five times under my care yesterday." Luca said, his smile turning predatory. "From the anal plug alone."

"I didn't want to! I never wanted any of this! You drugged me, you - you-"

"You're not a good Christian, are you, child?"

"You're not a good priest, are you?" Ella retorted, her eyes widening as she realized what she had said.

"Well, well, well. I have a sassy little slut, don't I?" Luca walked towards her, the demeanor of a kindly priest gone.

"G-get away! Get away!"

Luca grabbed her, and Ella struggled, but he was too strong.

Luca perp-walked the struggling young woman to a torture rack, Ella's eyes widening as she recognized it from last night when she was drugged.

"No, no, no, no, please, don't, please, I'll be good, I'll be good-"

"That's not very convincing, is it?" Luca strapped her in, the restraints tight, her arms raised straight, her legs open.

Ella sobbed, shaking her head, her heart pounding.

Luca chuckled, pinching her petite breasts. "The group home never gave you much nutrition, hmm? Now, you'll need a punishment for that comment earlier."

Ella trembled, her heart pounding.

"Let's see, let's see." Luca looked around, his eyes darting across the shelves, his finger tapping his chin.

Ella looked up, her eyes widening, her breath catching in her throat.

"A-ah, yes. This one." Luca selected a pair of nipple clamps, and turned, smiling at her.

"W-what are those?"

"Nipple clamps. Metal ones, to be exact."

"D-don't put them on me!"

"Shhh. You need to be taught a lesson. These are going to be a punishment." Luca gently attached the nipple clamp, and Ella felt the metal bite her nipple, and she hissed, shaking her head.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"Can't even handle one?" Luca smirked, attaching the second one, and Ella cried out as she felt the pain on her nipples.

Luca then pulled on the chain between the nipple clamps, and Ella wailed, her arms and legs straining against the restraints.

"No! Please, please, it hurts!"

"You should have thought of that before talking to me like that." Luca said, looking at her with sadistic amusement, watching her writhe as he tugged on the chain.

"Hmm. Young nipples are so sensitive. So tender. I might just have to put some weights on these."

Ella's body shook in terror, and she shook her head. "Please, don't."

"Oh, but I want to. And, well, I'm the only one here."

Ella whimpered, and Luca left, returning a minute later, his hands full of small weights.

He attached them one by one to the chain, and Ella cried out, her chest heaving, her nipples aching, the pain making her tear up.

Luca chuckled. "Now this is a very pretty sight."

Ella shook her head, her long hair bouncing, her body shaking.

"If we keep these on overnight, will your breasts grow, I wonder? Maybe they'll grow to be a cup size or two bigger."

"P-please take them off!" Ella begged, sobbing.

"I'm afraid not. You'll need to learn your lesson. And if your breasts grow because of this, well, you'll have bigger breasts, won't you?"

Ella sobbed, feeling her heart breaking as she realized her situation.

"Oh, look at the time." Luca looked up at the clock. "I have another appointment - " He stopped in his tracks, his eyes glinting.

"I know just the thing. Would you want some company?" Luca chuckled as he wrapped a blindfold around Ella's eyes, put a ball gag in her mouth, and ear plugs in her ears.

Ella shook her head, pleading muffled through the ball gag, tears streaming down her face as she was deprived of most of her senses.

Her world was now black, silent, and painful.

***

Thalia gingerly extracted the catheters from her body as she took off the chastity belt.

"Did you touch yourself, child?" Luca asked her.

"No, father." Thalia said proudly, thrusting out her chest as she knelt before Luca.

"Good."

"Thank you, father."

"We will have a different session tonight - something else that can atone for your sins. Would you like that?"

"Yes, father."

"Good girl. Come with me."

Thalia followed Luca into a room, and she gasped as she saw the scene before her.

A young woman was tied up and gagged, and had weights hanging off her nipple clamps, her eyes blindfolded and her ears blocked.

"She, much like you, has sinned. She must atone for her sins. You will be helping her and yourself atone."

"Yes, father."

"Come."

Luca led Thalia to the girl, and he reached out and pulled on the nipple clamp, making the girl cry out in pain, her body shaking.

Thalia gasped as she heard the girl's muffled cries.

"Your turn." Luca took Thalia's hand and placed it on the weights.

"Pull."

"What?!"

"It will make sense later. Pull."

"Father, I-"

"Pull."

Thalia hesitantly pulled on the nipple clamp, wincing as the girl's muffled cries came out.

"Now, do you see this?" Luca tapped the metal device wedged between the girl's slit.

"Yes, father."

"This is a vibrator in contact with Ella's lady parts. She has to redeem herself by resisting it, and you will be helping her." Luca pointed at a monitor beside the bound Ella with a huge '0%' on it, and Thalia's eyes widened.

"This shows the percentage of sexual pleasure - she orgasms when the pleasure reaches 100%. Now, we will be helping her to resist her orgasm. Pull the weights."

Thalia did, and Ella let out a muffled cry.

"You will be helping Ella resist, and that will be atonement for your both." Luca thumbed a button on his remote, and the device in Ella's pussy came to life, buzzing.

"Mmmm!" Ella struggled against her bonds, but to no avail.

The number began to steadily increase. 1.0%, 1.3%, 1.5%...

"Do your duty, child."

Thalia hesitated, and Luca pressed a button, and the vibrations grew stronger.

"Mmmm! Mmm!" Ella cried, writhing, the numbers rising to 21.2%.

"Pull." Luca commanded, and Thalia did.

"Mmmmm!" Ella wailed, her head thrown back as the number came back down, dropping to 18%.

Thalia stared, horrified, and Luca nodded.

"Good. Now for the real struggle -" He dialed up the vibrator, and Ella squirmed as she hit 30%, the number skyrocketing to 50% in a matter of seconds.

Thalia pulled hard on the nipple clamp, wincing as Ella let out another muffled wail.

"Father, are you sure - "

Luca shook his head. "It is your choice. You could let her orgasm, but then she will have sinned, and you will be complicit. You can choose."

Thalia gulped, and she pulled.

They went on like this, for how long, Thalia didn't know. She lost track of time as she watched Ella's struggles, her muffled screams, and her thrashing body, as the pain and pleasure built.

Ella was in a hell of her own, the pain assaulting her from her nipples, and the stimulation from her pussy driving her crazy. Luca had rolled back her clit hood when he attached the vibrator, so it was in direct contact with her raw, swollen, throbbing clit.

She was crying, her entire body aching and shaking.

She didn't even know which side she wanted to win - she half hoped for a punishment and pain, and half hoped for a release - anything that would end this.

Suddenly, the vibrator got faster, and Ella shrieked, the numbers rocketing to 90% in a matter of moments, as the vibrations grew faster, more intense, and she screamed.

Thalia stared, aghast, as the number 95% flashed and she pulled hard on Ella's nipples. "Father!"

"You might need this." Luca handed her a riding crop, and Thalia's eyes widened, and she reluctantly took it.

"Mmmm! Mmmmm! Nnnggghhhh!"

97%, 98%, 99%, the numbers climbing...

Thalia's hands moved as if of their own accord, and she lashed Ella's tits with the riding crop, and the girl screamed in pain, but it worked. The number went down to 80%.

"Very good." Luca said, sounding almost approving. "You saved her."

The challenge was far from over though. Nipple pulling was no longer working, and Thalia's heart raced as the lashes did less and less to keep the numbers down.

Ella was losing control of her body, the conflicting sensations driving her wild.

Thalia watched, frozen, as the numbers rose and rose, past 95%, 97%, 98%...

100% flashed, and Ella screamed, the orgasm ripping through her as she writhed, her hips bucking.

"NO!" Thalia shouted, and she whipped Ella hard, the girl screaming into her gag, the pain and pleasure mingling as the orgasm ripped through her.

The poor girl bucked in her restraints, her body, previously confined by the pain, now released as she howled through her gag, her body thrashing, her clit throbbing, her cunt spasming, her body shaking violently as she rode the waves of the orgasm.

Finally, her body collapsed, limp, and the number dropped down to 0%, the vibrator turning off.

Thalia breathed heavily, her chest heaving.

Luca patted her shoulder.

"You did your best, I believe."

Thalia swallowed, and she looked up, the guilt swelling up in her heart. "I... she stilled orgasmed, father, I... I am complicit, I should have been harder - "

"I understand your guilt." Luca stroked her shoulder. "Though, at the end of the day, the fault of orgasming lies mostly on her. Her sin is greater than merely orgasming, especially since she had you to help her, and yet she still orgasmed. She chose that path."

"I understand, father. But... " Thalia looked up at Luca, "Father, may I ask - may I ask you to cleanse me, father? I... I feel guilt, and... and I feel wrong, I..."

"Ah. So you want to be punished?"

"Y-yes, father."

"Very well. Kneel, then. Close your eyes."

Thalia knelt, and gasped as she felt a sharp tugging pain on her nipples. Her body instinctively bent over, and her eyes flew open, her jaw dropping, and her heart thumping as she looked down, and saw Luca had clamped her nipples, and attached weights to her nipple clamps.

"Ah, ah, ah." Luca pressed his finger to her chin, and Thalia closed her mouth, gulping.

"Breathe through the pain, child."

"Yes, father." Thalia whispered, her chest heaving.

"Chin up, chest out. Don't move. That is your punishment."

"Y-yes, father." Thalia gasped, her head swimming, her body swaying slightly as the weight tugged on her nipples, pain radiating from them.

"Not thrust out enough. Are you not serious about this?"

"Yes, father! I-I'm sorry, father!" Thalia trust out her breasts as far as she could go, and bit her lip as she felt the tug of the weights on her nipples.

"There, that's a good girl. You have a lot of guilt now, don't you?"

"Yes, father."

"I think increasing the weights would do you good then." Luca mused, taking some more weights and attaching it to the young woman's nipple clamps.

Thalia squirmed as her tender nipples were forced to bear the weights, gasping. The pain was sharper, but Thalia could feel her guilt ebbing away as she took her punishment. She had flashbacks of what she did to Ella, and she could hear the young woman's muffled cries echoing in her head, and the way she had tugged on Ella's nipples - she knew how Ella felt now, when she herself was wearing weighted nipple clamps.

Luca watched as Thalia's eyes glazed over, and she slowly relaxed, the weights on her breasts feeling like nothing compared to the guilt she felt.

"Now, child, you're forgiven. You may put on your belt and leave." Luca said as he removed the clamps from Thalia's sore nipples. Thalia cried out as the blood rushed back to her sensitive, swollen nipples.

"Thank you, father. Thank you so much."

Luca nodded, and watched her dress. Thalia was already starting to get familiar with the belt, slipping the catheters into herself and putting them on with ease. She glanced quickly at the bound Ella, who was still recovering, and gave a curtsy, before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her and left.

Luca then turned, smiling, to the still-bound and gagged Ella.

"Now, you've really caused trouble today, haven't you?" Luca chuckled, removing the ball gag and ear plugs.

Ella whimpered, shaking her head, traumatized from the ordeal, and Luca took off the blindfold.

"Please, I'll be good, I'm sorry, please let me go!"

"Now, that's a strange thing for a sinner to say." Luca chuckled. "But you're a little different. You're a confused, lost, misguided naughty girl. You'll see things the right way, I'm sure. I'll keep training you, and then, well, you'll become a useful good girl, won't you?"

Ella whimpered, not saying a word.

Luca stroked Ella's hair, and she flinched, her body shaking.

"I hope you do truly understand that this body - this sweet, young body - is not yours. I can make it cum, I can prevent it from cumming, I can hurt it, and I can relieve its pain."

Ella's chest heaved as Luca spoke, her eyes widening. "Please, let me go."

"Oh, no. As punishment for cumming without permission just now, I'm going to leave you here like this for a few hours."

"No, please!" Ella's eyes widened as she shook her head in desperation. "The vibrator, I couldn't -"

"That is not the fault of the vibrator. Your fault is that you are unable to control yourself. And because of that, you will be punished." Luca said calmly. "And neither did you ask for permission."

"I was gagged!"

Luca tilted his head and lifted the girl's chin. "Ah, but did you think about it? Did you think about asking during the session, despite being gagged? Tell me the truth."

"I... I... no." Ella's voice came out as a whisper.

"That's what I thought. Now, for your punishment." Luca picked up the blindfold.

"NO, please, I don't want -"

Luca pressed the ball gag into Ella's mouth, and replaced the earplugs.

Ella's muffled cries sounded distant, and Luca wrapped the blindfold around her head, cutting her off completely.

Luca chuckled, watching the young girl struggle.

"Mmmm!" Ella's struggles grew more desperate, her head shaking from side to side.

"Oh, one last thing."

Luca turned up the dial of the vibrator slightly, and the young girl let out a muffled cry.

"Enjoy, child." Luca patted her head, and left the room, locking the door behind him.

He had a sermon to give.

As for the young woman in his basement, well, she'd be busy, too.

***

Piper stood beside the pool, her heart racing as she looked at Luca swimming down the length of the pool, his strokes powerful, his body moving gracefully.

It was a late Friday night, and Luca had invited Piper to his pool, telling her over a chat that she could come to him whenever she wanted to learn how to swim.

She had been tempted to ask if anyone else was around, but he had mentioned that the place was empty, and besides, she was too nervous and excited to ask.

Piper watched Luca swim up to the edge of the pool and pull himself out. Water dripped down his body, and he reached over for his towel.

Piper's eyes widened in adoration. What else couldn't he do? He knew about religion, art, and now, he was an amazing swimmer.

Luca smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Ready, dear?"

"Yes, sir." Piper replied, her heart thumping as she looked up at the man.

"How much do you already know about swimming?"

"U-um, not much. I was never taught, so...."

"Alright, let's get into the water."

They stood at the shallow end of the pool, and Luca guided Piper into the water.

"Can you hold your breath underwater?

Piper shook her head. "I... I never liked being underwater, or holding my breath. I was always scared, so...."

"Ah. Okay, then. Holding your breath is essential though. Can I put you through some exposure therapy? I'll let you hold your breath for longer and longer time intervals, and you'll notice it's actually nothing to worry about. "

Piper hesitated.

"I'll be right by your side." Luca promised.

Piper shivered and nodded.

"Put your hands on my waist."

Piper did as told, blushing as she felt the muscles of Luca's toned, lean body.

"Okay. We'll start with 5 seconds. Just breathe, and then take a deep breath, and hold it. Your head goes down."

"Mmhmm." Piper said, nodding, her fingers trembling.

"Let's try it."

Piper took a deep breath, her chest heaving. She felt her lungs expand, and her head spin slightly, the rush of oxygen making her light-headed. Gritting her teeth, she plunged her head down.

Her mind went back to when she was 8 years old, when she had accidentally fallen into a pool, and the panic of drowning and not knowing what to do.

She remembered the momentary terror and shock of having water enter her nostrils, the way her body had fought and thrashed.

And now, she had her head underwater, and the panic was there, her fingers gripping Luca's waist tightly, trying her best to stay still for 5 seconds.

Luca tapped her on the shoulder, and she pulled her head up, gasping.

"I can't, I can't, please, I -"

"Hush, dear, hush. You managed it, didn't you? That was 5 seconds."

"I can't do more, I - "

"Try it again. Just focus on something else - maybe your feet, your hands - we'll rest and do it again."

Piper swallowed. The panic was still there, the fear, the anxiety, and yet...

"Yes, sir."

She blushed, noticing she was still holding Luca's waist. She tried to pull away, but Luca shook his head. "We're starting anyways. 15 seconds this time. Hold on to me."

Piper's grip tightened. "There's no way, sir, I can't - "

"I'm going to give you a little push." Luca said, patting her head. "I'm going to put my hand on the back of your head, and gently push you under the water to make sure you are submerged. Try not to panic, okay? Just 15 seconds."

"I... "

"When you can't do it by yourslef, you're going to need a little external help. Do you trust me?"

Piper bit her lip.

"Y-yes, sir."

She could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming faster and faster, her grip tightening on Luca's waist. She felt Luca's hand move to the back of her head, and she froze, the panic rising.

"Deep breaths. Focus on something. Tell me when you're ready."