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Broken Vow

By: dustyfog32



The darkness I opened my eyes to was thick, nothing could be seen through it. My mind was muddled, and my muscles weak. I tried to focus, to remember, but all there was did nothing to help me. I remembered the beer, so much beer. Everyone having a great time in the pub, a regular Saturday, you might say. Then nothing. I tried to focus on myself, closing my eyes, for there was nothing to see in the blackness around me. I was in a chair. An armchair, and my hands and feet were tied to it with what felt like zip ties, clearly not rope. I focused on my body, what I could feel, and determined I was unharmed, except for my fuzzy head. I tried each of my extremities against its bond, but I was held firmly in place. My feet were tied to the chair in a way where they could not touch the ground, so I could not try to push myself around with my toes, but if I could tip myself over, maybe.

I shifted my shoulders from one side to another, back and forth, at first not feeling any changes in the chair, it was holding firm to the ground, then I could feel it begin to tip, oh so slightly, and I continued. I was almost at the point of falling over when light exploded into my eyes, and I stopped, my heart jumping up to an even faster pace as I began to feel scared and sick to my stomach. I didn't know what was happening, but being tied to a chair could not be a good thing. The light was blinding, and for awhile I could see nothing but red stars in my eyes. Just as I was adjusting to the light, out it went, and the black came rushing back, my eyes once again disoriented.

"Do we have a deal?"

The voice came from right behind me and I jumped at the sound. My heart trying to find its way out my throat, but I steeled myself to calm down. It was a female voice, and for some reason it sounded familiar.

"What?" my voice croaked, I hadn't realized how dry my mouth was until I tried to speak. "What deal?"

"Do we have a deal?" the voice again. Very soft, almost fragile, not the sort of voice one thinks of when they're tied to a chair being questioned.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said. My throat was scratchy, close to raw, it hurt to talk. "Water?" I asked, not thinking I would get some. The blackness was still thick, so I could see nothing, I never even heard footsteps, but then a straw poked me in the lips. I jerked my head in surprise, but then realized what it was, and I pressed my lips around the straw to drink, for one moment I thought about poison, that his was how they'd kill me, but the taste of the water blasted away my worries at the present. I took four quick swallows, and the straw was pulled away. I pushed my head forward begging for more, and more came. I drank slower this time, and once the straw left I sat back against the chair. "Thank you."

I still could hear no footsteps, but the voice came from behind me once again. "Do we have a deal?"

"Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you if we have a deal." I said, my confidence coming back.

There was a sigh, then I felt her move closer to me, her head coming down near my ear. "Don't make me ask again. I can corrupt your soul if I have to." She stood back up, and I sat there unsure.

"I will not make a deal unless I know what it is I'm dealing. Or who with for that matter." I decided to play bold, holding fast to my beliefs. Praying they would be enough. 

"Fine. Have it your way." she replied.

I heard something, but I couldn't quite place what it was, a rustling, as if something was brushing against something else. Almost at the same time I became aware of something else. My penis was growing quite hard under my pants. Exquisitely hard, like stone, and it grew until it was quite painful the way it was positioned, but its hardness remained constant. I was in shock at this, of all the times to become aroused I could not understand why it was erect now.

Then a light was turned on behind me, probably a lamp because it didn't cast much light in the room, but enough that I could make out my surroundings. There was nothing in the room that I could see, the carpet on the floor was the only thing to see besides three walls of wood paneling. I turned my head side to side but could see nothing.

Then she came around me so that I could see her. She was naked, completely naked from head to toe, Her long dark hair cascading down to the middle of her back. She turned to face me and I saw her breasts were large, but not enormous, a C-cup probably, and her pussy was shaved but for a small strip on the top. She smiled at me, her blue eyes shining in the dim light.

"I asked you to take the deal." she said and then she knelt before me. Her eyes locking onto my erection. "My potion works quite fast, doesn't it?" She ran her hands up my legs to my crotch. 

"No," I stuttered, "You can't, you don't understand," but she was unbuttoning my pants, and then pulling them down, my underwear as well, and my hard cock sprang free. I was at once relieved and mortified at the same time. I wished to tell her to stop, that she shouldn't, but then she wrapped her lips around my shaft, and I lost my ability to speak.

I could feel her tongue wiggling along the underside of my cock, as she slid her mouth down the length of me, until her nose was in my pubes, and then she pulled off to the tip of my head, and then she plunged onto him again. It was the most exquisite feeling I had ever felt before. Never in all my life had something like this happened to me. I was in agony with ecstasy. She pumped her mouth up and down, her tongue working the underside of me and all of a sudden I felt something happening, I knew what it was and wanted so badly for her to stop before it happened, but was powerless against it. My balls tightened and my cock became extremely hard, and then she pulled her mouth off of me and held my cock directly at her face as I came. I erupted all over her face, my cum hitting her cheeks, her chin, her open mouth, and the last spurts fell onto her breasts. She stroked my still hard shaft with her hand as she licked at the sides of her mouth, tasting what I had given her. 

"You taste good, Father. What would the church say if they saw you like this?" She said as she stroked me. 

"You knew?" I was stunned. "Of course, if you had taken the deal I would have untied you for this, but either way it works for me. And," she looked at my still hard member. "It looks like the funs not over yet."

Then she stood up and turned around. She reached between her legs to grasp my erection, and then she sat down upon it, I felt myself slipping into her tight pussy. It was already wet, and she began to ride me. My mind was a ball of confusion. I knew what was happening was wrong, but it felt so good, I wasn't going to try to stop her. 

"Oh god, forgive me." I said as she came down on my cock again and again. 

She moaned, "Oh Father, I'm gonna cum on your big cock." Faster she went, and then she froze, her entire body rigid, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock and a burst of fluid came out of her onto me. It was too much, and I once again came, this time in her pussy. After a few minutes, she got up, releasing my cock from her sopping pussy, and she knelt again, grasping my cock. "Welcome to the dark side, Father." she said as she took my cock into her mouth again, covered in her own juices as well as my cum. Her ministrations worked, and in five minutes I was hard again. "Please," I said, "its enough."

"No, Father, you got one more hole to fill." she replied.

I wanted so badly to tell her to stop, but the sight of her body, and the glorious feelings of what had already happened had broken me. I didn't want her to stop anymore. I wanted more. I wanted everything she was willing to give me, and I felt at that moment that if she stopped, I would force myself upon her with my need. Twenty-three years serving the church, never once allowing myself the pleasures of the flesh. And now this beautiful goddess (I think she'd been to mass) had freed me. Her sculpted 20 year old body was all I could think of, all I desired.

I didn't protest as she lowered herself onto me, this time I was entering her ass. It was much tighter than her pussy. She moaned all the way down, until I was deep in her ass. She began riding me slowly, her saliva, my cum and hers, being more than enough to give her lubrication. I watched in erotic bliss as my cock disappeared into her ass, and then came out, and then in again. 

"Tell me you like fucking my ass Father." she said.

"I do."

"Say the words." She squeezed down with her ass, gripping my cock so tight I cried out in surprise and ecstasy. "I love fucking your ass." I said.

She rode me fast then, and soon I was about to cum once more. The sight of her glorious ass around my cock aroused my passion too much.

"I'm gonna cum." I shouted, and she hopped off my cock and once again aimed it at her face. I groaned as I erupted once more, my cum splashing her face, her neck, and her tits. When I was done she smiled up at me, my cum on her cheeks and her chin.

"See you tomorrow, Father."

Broken Vows



It had been my experience that children, up to as old as 16 were intimidated in the confessional. Being more comfortable in the presence of a priest that talked to them and provided something to drink or a bit of candy put them at ease. Being children, they still were quite secretive about their naughtiness, and even more so once they found out that as their confessor, I did not get angry. I merely gave them a few prayers to say, occasionally instructing them to inform their parents (only in the worst cases) and sent them on their way. Most began to realize the sanctity and the confidentiality of the confessional around their 13th or 14th year. Then I would start to hear the real stuff.

Most of my flock that had started confessional this way would move to normal confessional around the ages of 15 or 16. A few who had grown accustomed to my presence preferred to keep confessional with me in my chambers. They were good kids who grew attached to me, and I to them. Tammy was one of them. 

Tammy had just turned 19. I had been trying to get her to move to the confessional booths with no success. She came to me after my last Sunday sermon, as was her norm, to confess. I admitted her and after a brief familiar greeting, we began.

“Forgive me, Father for I have sinned…” I waited for her to continue. Her green eyes sparkled at me from behind a curtain of dark red hair.

“I have had impure thoughts about my father.” This was new. Last week it had been Kevin Olsen in her graduating class.

“What kind of impure thoughts? You’re a young lady; this is, to some degree, natural.”

“It’s ok to think about my father like that?” she asked.

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It is natural for young women to look on their fathers as desirable mates and will often choose to marry men with many similar traits. But, tell me about these thoughts.”

“Well father, I saw him working in the yard trimming the bushes. He had his shirt off and was sweating. He was so strong looking. Watching him gave me butterflies in my stomach.”

I paused in thought as she continued. I knew her father and her home. They had no bushes to speak of. A few scraggily trees here and there, but no bushes. Who was she talking about? 

She continued, “-and then I imagined him laying on top of me as we kissed. He was touching me, my breasts and my secret place.” I looked at her. She had lowered her head so as not to look me in the eyes directly, but I could see her eyes glancing furtively at me. My cock began to grow. Now, I may be a priest, but I am as subject to temptation and desires as the next man. I hadn’t felt aroused like this in a few years. 

I was considering her youthful beauty and the effect her descriptions were having on me, when it hit me. I was her father. Or should I say Father? I had been trimming the rose bushes in the garden yesterday and gotten quite sweaty in the midsummer heat. 

She started again after the brief pause to determine whether I had recognized who she was talking about. I hoped I hadn’t given anything away. “His hands were in my blouse and I could feel them on my skin, and my dress was open. He was putting his hand in my panties. Father, I love him so much. I would willingly give myself to him.”

My penis was painfully erect and painfully visible in the front of my pants. My heart was pounding. “My child, and incestuous relationship is not the sin everyone makes it out to be. The bible is replete with instances of it. Adam and Eve. How many daughters did they have? How many sons? Who did her children reproduce with? While this may be against the general teachings of the church, I believe that relations between consenting adults is permissible. You are an adult, so what you and your father do is your business.” I could find myself in a lot of hot water for saying that. 

“Oh, Father! Thank you!” she jumped up from where she was sitting and leaned over to hug me. Her hand rested on my cock. I embraced her, and voiced no objection to her minor trespass. I had never had a woman touch me with sexual intent before. 

Her hand gently squeezed me. I sucked my breath in; surprised that she would be so bold. Slowly, she drew her head back until her face was just inches from mine. I looked into the bright green eyes set into her lovely face and marveled at the young beauty’s interest in me. I was fifteen years her senior and a priest to boot. If I let her continue, I could be defrocked. 

Her hand tightened on my cock. She leaned forward and her lips touched mine. She kissed me. A soft, tender kiss, yet full of passion and desire. We parted and broke the kiss. “Father, I was speaking of you. I have loved you since I was eleven, and I will do anything to be yours.”

“Tammy,” I answered unsteadily. I was intoxicated with her beauty and passion. “I am your priest, your confessor. I am married to the church. The Lord rules my life. I cannot be with you. There is no room for me in this situation as a servant of the Lord.”

She kissed me again, as though she knew I would say that. While her lips covered mine, her hands worked calmly and undid my trousers, pulling my aroused member from its hiding place. Once it was free, she broke the kiss and descended upon it, taking it into her mouth. I threw my head back. Such pleasure! Such infernal pleasure! 

I was broken. That quickly. My willpower was astounding. This same willpower had stood me well through many fasts and temptations. But under direct assault from this angel, it collapsed like an old wood tenement in the Great Fire. My hands ran through her hair and caressed her face, the same face that was accepting a priest’s cock into her face. Her innocent eyes looked up at me from beneath her red bangs. I was not going to last like this. I had not relieved myself in several weeks (don’t let the other priests fool you. We all administer to ourselves from time to time) and I was more than ready to shoot off.

Her red lips caressed the shaft of my cock as she slid up and down; her hand gripped the base and gently stroked me in sweet counterpoint to her amazing oral skills. Jesus, and I had first thought she was confessing about her daddy! 

I came. My semen pulsed forth from the head of my penis into her waiting mouth. She swallowed as fast as it came. I don’t know how long I came. I was too busy gasping for breath and wondering why I had become a priest to begin with. I slowly regained my composure—well, as much as one can with a nineteen year old girl sucking on the head of ones penis. I looked at her. She pulled her mouth off me and looked up, directly into my eyes. I believe that she must have done it on purpose, but there was a small dollop of ejaculate at the corner of her mouth. She smiled at me sweetly and brought one hand up and scooped that dollop into her mouth.

My cock, which had deflated to half its measure, began to return to its glory. She looked down as it began to re-expand in her hand. She smiled. “Father, how can I be yours? How can I get you to make me cum?”

My mind raced. I knew she didn’t care and would effectively rape me if I didn’t find a way to make it seem ok to her. Not that I would put up a fight at this point. I was really casting about for a way to signal my acceptance. The proverbial light bulb came on.

“Wicked child. You can never know peace and true pleasure until you give yourself to the Lord! You seek only personal gratification, you must give yourself up to His whim in order to be completed. As a slave of the Lord, you will find yourself compelled to serve Him in whatever capacity He deems necessary.” At first, it was too much. She wasn’t following. Then, slowly, her face lit. 

“I understand, Father”, she said.

“He will instruct you within your very soul. Ignore those instructions at your soul’s peril, my child.”

“Yes, Father” she stood and looked at me for just a moment. Then, she began disrobing. Her sundress came off quickly. Her small pert breasts had no bra, really, they were quite small and firm, and needed none. She slid her panties down her slim, toned legs over her socks and tiny white tennis shoes. She stood there, with only her socks and shoes on. Her cleanly shaven mound stared at me. She knelt before me and took my cock into her mouth again while her hands worked to pull my pants, shoes, socks and shirt off. This was no easy task with the pretty little girl bobbing for my knob. My pants made it to my ankles and then off after my shoes made it across the room. My shirt came off, minus a few buttons (I would have her repair the shirt as penance for her impure thoughts). All too soon I was naked. She had divested me of all clothing. 

Again she pulled her face off of my rampant member and looked at me. “Father, I am supposed to be yours. I am to receive you in any way you desire. Apparently, it’s a new incentive program for some priests.” She giggled as she climbed into my lap. Her hand grasped my cock and guided it to her opening. She was young. And tight. My God, this was a gift. Thank you! She lowered herself onto me. I experienced my first woman as her young clasping vagina gripped me. Her wetness eased my passage within as she stretched to accommodate the size of my organ. 

Young Tammy began bouncing on my lap. Raising and lowering herself upon my mast, her juices slowly trickled down. I looked upon the union of our bodies to witness the lips of her young pussy dragging across the surface of my shaft as she went up and folding within her as she came down. I reached up and took her tender nipples between my fingers. I rolled and twisted them gently. I didn’t want to hurt her, I had never done this before. She started moaning and bit her lower lip. She grabbed my shoulders and started grinding her pelvic bone against mine. Her juices flowed freely…I do believe she was having an orgasm. Suddenly, she shifted her motion and stopped grinding. She started bouncing on me as though she were pounding nails with her cute little ass. 

Her moaning and whimpering continued through clenched teeth and her eyes were tightly closed. She was going to cum.

“Have you ever felt the Rapture my child? The spirit of the Lord within you? It is approaching. Open yourself up to it, Tammy and accept the Rapture!”

“Ooooooh! Yes! God! I love you!” She came, continuing to pound herself on me. The fluid rained down from her pussy and was splattered by our impacting bodies. Some actually splashed my face.

“That’s it, let His spirit take you! Feel the Rapture!”

“OOooooooooohhhhhhhh!” she collapsed against me, my rod buried within her.

“Oh, Father. Thank you. I am the Lord’s slave. I will do his bidding. Father, He instructs me to take your seed.”

“Tammy, my child, you understand that if you accept my seed into your body, you may become pregnant? You understand the shame and ridicule that will be heaped upon you? There will be nothing I can do for you. The Lord commands me to remain silent.”

“We all have our own crosses to bear, Father.”

“Indeed we do.”

Tammy dismounted me and knelt before the chair she had previously occupied. Her elbows rested upon its seat. She wiggled her shapely ass at me. It was shiny with her emissions. “Take me, Father. Plant your seed within me, and your child with it.”

I rose and stepped over to her. This beautiful young woman was destined to carry my child. I wondered what would become of us in the coming months. I knelt behind her and placed my hands upon her ass. I pulled the cheeks apart, drawing the skin around the rectum and the entrance to her vagina taught. Her vagina opened slightly, lips parting and exposing the pink wetness within. I aimed my cock at it and slid in with no resistance. My hips started pumping. It was wholly (holy?) instinctual at this point. Nature and the primal intents the Lord had placed within each of us took over. 

Already incensed by our previous coupling, I knew I would not last long. Apparently she did as well. She spread her legs, lowering herself and incidentally tightening herself around me. It must have provided more stimulation as well, for she began panting and moaning. I thrust my hips at her furiously, racing to the forgone conclusion. 

Her hand slipped down between her legs and she began rubbing herself as my cock bottomed out repeatedly within her. She came quickly, her walls squeezed me beyond my comprehension. 

I came. My manly emission spewed forth within her. My still potent sperm swam into her, seeking out their female counterpart.

I clutched her hips as I lodged myself within her. Her nether lips sucked at me, pulling the essence from me. 

Eventually, I slackened and slipped from her. I stood and without cleaning myself, dressed. She dressed quickly, panties first. As she buttoned her dress, she smiled at me.

“Thank you, Father.” She stood on her toes and kissed me.

“Thank you, my child.”

“See you next week, Father.”

Indeed. How could I say no?



Broken Vows



Bobby Giallo was sweating awkwardly under his tuxedo as he and his new wife, Tina, rode in the limousine on the way to the hotel. He had to borrow extensively just to pay for the wedding, as his young bride's family merely gave her away out of their own economic desperation. The Giallos weren't desperate by far, as their connections were well known and quite feared. It was just Bobby's excessive gambling that put his own personal finances in the red, and made his own side of the family finally tell Bobby that he had to find the money for the lavish wedding that he wanted if he was going to "save" this sweet young thing that he fell for.

Bobby looked at Tina's large brown eyes, and could tell she was equally nervous. He held her hand and kissed it gently.

"Don't worry, babe," he said. "I'll pay them back. Just close your eyes and think about when we get there."

"I love you, Bobby," said Tina. "I can live a long life together, yes? I am being so happy with you, and you are so beautiful a man!"

Tina's broken English only added to her innocent beauty. Her dark hair shined beneath her white, flowered veil, and her red lips kissed the palm of Bobby's golden hand. His face felt hot and his dark eyes closed gently for half a second or more.

"Soon..." He said.

At the hotel, the Giallo newlyweds checked in under a different name for the time being. They waltzed into the ornate, wood and brass elevator to the penthouse suite on the top floor. Stepping off, they admired the scalloped ceiling of the hallway as they headed towards their room at the end of the hall. Bobby slid the electronic key into the slot and opened the dark, cherry wood door.

"Oh, this is so prettier than I even thought!" Said Tina as they entered the room. "Nothing can be more perfect."

Suddenly, the door slammed shut.

"What the--?" Said Bobby. He turned around quickly and, to the shock of his life, saw them: The Giovanni Twins, Joe and Jim. Two of the most ruthless and sadistic bastards ever spawned by the Giovanni clan. And along with them were two other guys, both large, mean lookers obviously hired by the twins as muscle.

"Nice fucking try, Bobby," said Joe. "You obviously weren't told that our family bought this hotel the minute we learned you'd be staying here."

Bobby's jaw dropped. 

"Who's the fresh cunt?" Said Jim, pointing to Tina. "Is that the bitch whose latch you're planning on opening tonight?"

The two muscle men looked at Tina's frightened face with a crooked smirk.

"Look," said Bobby. "Leave her outta this, alright? I told you I'd get the money. I...I just don't know how yet."

"Fuck the money!" Said Joe. "The rules have changed. Now we're just gonna have to have ourselves a party, starting with your new lady."

"No!" Bobby darted towards Tina to shield her, but the muscle men immediately had both his arms. He struggled, and broke free momentarily from his jacket. But then they caught him again, this time giving him a hard punch to the stomach. 

"Make him watch!" Jim ordered, and the men dragged Bobby up to face the Giovanni brothers stripping the white dress off of the new bride. She screamed and kicked, but she was unable to stop them from removing her veil and white garters.

"Look, Jimmy! All dressed like a slut underneath, just for Bobby." They laughed. "I bet she never expected this!" They continued to strip her of her white lingerie until she was completely naked.

"Wow, look at this!" Said Jim, fondling Tina's small dark nipples. "They're getting hard, Bobby. She's saying no, but she knows what's coming." Jim grabbed her long dark hair and said into her ear, "Don't you, bitch? Yeah, we're gonna fuck you in every hole. You're gonna bleed and cum over and over as we teach you how to be a slut!"

"No-o-o!" Tina wept loudly, tears covering her face. 

"Leave her the fuck alone, you--" Bobby was silenced by another punch, followed by a kick to the ribs. He lay on the floor bleeding from the mouth.

"Pick him back up, Bruno!" Said Joe to the muscle man in the dark shirt. "We don't want him missing this."

Bruno picked up Bobby, who by then had lost the strength to stand. The other muscle man, Spike, held him by his waist. Bruno grabbed Bobby's hair and forced his head to face his bride's fate.

Joe held Tina's arms as they brought her to the yellow carpet on her back. Jim held her feet and undid his belt. Joe followed suit and they both pulled their pants down to expose their underwear. Joe then pulled out his cock and grabbed Tina's throat.

"Open your mouth bitch," he said. "Don't make me choke you. Open your fucking mouth!"

Tina parted her trembling red lips, allowing Joe to slip the head of his cock through them. He slowly moved further down her throat, causing her to gag. He tightened the grip on her throat, letting her know what would happen if she started biting. 

"You're not breathing again until you learn to suck," he said. "Suck it hard, you little whore. Suck it like it's your life, 'cause it is."

Tina's throat gave way to Joe's shaft, allowing him to thrust in and out. He used his free hand to grab at her soft young breasts, twisting her nipples hard and making her moan in pain. Her tears just made him harder, and he thrust harder in and out of her throat.

Jim, meanwhile, was staring at Tina's shaved pussy. Groomed just for her new husband, or so she must have thought. He decided to part her knees with his elbows and finger her clitoris. She moaned again, becoming wet. He ran his finger up and down her slit, and Tina started to notice that she was having her first orgasm.

"Oh god!" Said Bobby, weeping himself. He knew he was losing her.

"See?" Said Joe, breathing heavily. "She likes it, the whore."

Jim raised his wet finger to his tongue and licked greedily. The taste of a young virgin made him hard, and he bent down to lick her mercilessly. Suddenly, Joe felt Tina moan and suck harder as Jim pleasured her wet virgin pussy. Joe moaned as well, about to cum.

"Oh yes," said Joe. "Yes, she's learning! She's learning, and I'm cumming..."

Joe pulled out of Tina's mouth, spurting hot cum on Tina's lips and chin. Tina opened her mouth for the last few drops, and to let out a louder moan at what Jim was doing to her tight cunt. She suddenly felt her pelvis grind against Jim's face as he kept licking up the fresh juices.

"Don't stop!" She cried. "Whatever you're doing to me, don't stop it!" 

Joe pulled up his underwear and looked at the broken young thing getting her first time. Bobby struggled and wept, still unable to find any strength in his feet. Jim lifted his head and stared at Tina's glistening young pussy.

"Well," said Joe. "I'm spent. Looks like you're it, Jim."

Jim pulled down his underwear, then held Tina's knees apart. Tina's breasts and face were flushed with heat, and she was nearly delirious. Jim stroked his thick cock and licked the pussy juice from his lips. He positioned himself between Tina's legs, holding each leg in one arm. The tip of his cock touched her wet, pink lips. 

"Do it hard," said Joe. "I wanna hear her cry."

Jim tensed his ass, then thrust his large cock inside of his young prey. Loving Tina's screams of pain, he fucked her in long stabbing motions. As her juices turned red, Tina screamed for Bobby to help her. But Jim kept at it, tearing Tina's virgin hole until the blood ran down her slit, past her tiny asshole, and onto the carpet. She covered her tearful face with her hands as the pain and humiliation went on and Jim's hard cock went harder and deeper. 

"Crying won't help," said Joe. "In fact, it's making me hard again."

"Stop it, you fucking asshole!" Screamed Bobby, as he was finally getting to his feet. "Haven't you had enough? Just leave her alone now!"

"We'll leave her alone later," said Joe. "By the way, Bruno seems to like your looks."

Bobby looked down and noticed two large hands unbuckling his belt. 

"Oh god, please don't..." But Bobby's pants, shoes and underwear were soon stripped off. Bruno then held Bobby's waist as Spike ripped off Bobby's tie and shirt. As Bobby stood naked and trembling, he looked at Joe.

"They don't talk much," said Joe. "But they've done a lot in the prison yard."

"Hey, pretty boy," said Bruno. "You a virgin too?"

"Um, no..." Said Bobby. "I...I went with lots of girls."

"I'm not talking about this, you dumb fuck!" Said Bruno, grabbing Bobby's bare cock with his fist. Bobby screamed in pain at the tight grip.

Spike put his finger inside of Bobby's trembling asshole. 

"I think he is a virgin," said Spike. "Nice and tight."

Meanwhile, Jim couldn't hold it any longer. He came all over Tina's sweaty, abused young body, spraying here and there until she was covered in his cum. Tina clutched herself in a fetal position, still crying and bleeding. He and Joe laughed at the sight of the blood stain on the carpet, which was mixed with Jim's cum. Tina's torn hole was still bleeding as she cried helplessly.

"There," said Jim. "Now it's the groom's turn."

Bobby wept and lost his footing again, landing on his knees. He begged the muscle men to leave him alone, but Bruno had his pants undone and was stroking his enormous cock. Bruno grabbed Bobby's dark hair and forced his member down Bobby's throat, in and out. Bobby was gagging, but Bruno kept at it. He was going to turn Bobby into a slut, too, even if he had to knock his teeth out.

"Come on, bitch!" Yelled Joe. "You're getting it too, Bobby, in every fucking hole. And you're getting it from a couple of pros as well, am I right?"

Spike nodded. Bruno groaned as he fucked Bobby's throat up to the balls.

"Yeah, that's right," said Jim. "His pain will make us even harder!"

"Fuck yeah," said Joe.

Finally, Bruno came hard in Bobby's mouth. He pulled out, and Bobby vomited cum from his throat onto the carpet. His ass was in the air, and that was Spike's cue. Spike stepped behind Bobby to grab his cock from behind, stroking it. He stuck his finger into Bobby's asshole, looking for his prostate. When he found it, he rubbed around it while still stroking Bobby with the other hand. 

"You like it, don't you?" Said Joe. "Admit it. I see you holding back, but you wanna cum already."

"Please, just... oh my god!" Said Bobby, still being pleasured. "Don't... ohh! Oh yes, yes!..."

Bobby cried for more, knowing his will was gone. Bruno responded by putting his cock back in Bobby's mouth, this time feeling him suck like a pro. Bobby's moaning brought forth a vibration that further pleasured Bruno's shaft. He and Bobby came at the same time, and Bobby dutifully swallowed the salty cream of his master.

Tina watched her man being taken, and didn't know what she felt. Joe, however, felt it was time to complete the job.

"Okay, boys," he said. "There's one virgin hole on both of them. Let's get this done."

Jim grabbed Tina and forced her onto all fours. He then ordered Spike to do the same with Bobby. As Joe knelt down and positioned his cock against Tina's tiny asshole, Spike did the same with Bobby. Both delirious, the bride and groom complied. Their tight assholes were ready to be used. Joe pushed in first, then Spike. 

Bobby and Tina cried again from the pain, but soon were begging for more. Clenching their cheeks, they came again and again until they were completely broken. The four men left, and Bobby and Tina lay naked and bleeding until they drifted off into a long sleep.  



Broken Vows



Perspective is an amazing thing. Through 48 years of marriage he never saw her age, even though each morning he saw more of his father's face in the mirror then he did his own. Each daybreak he awoke to gaze into the eyes of the 26 year old girl he fell in love with and married so long ago. Looking at her now he finally saw all those years and the toll it had taken on her.

Perspective also has a way of tempering the past when you look back. Theirs had been as close to a fairy tale as you could hope for. There had been bumps, some bigger than others. Any time he had hurt her feelings she had forgiven him; he had never forgiven himself. They rarely fought, and when they did they more than made up for it. Life had been an adventure they had shared together. Raising two kids had been the most adventurous of all and how proud they both were of the adults their children had become.

When the nest emptied life was filled with days of travel and lazy afternoons holding hands. An early and comfortable retirement gave them more freedom than they ever could have imagined and not a day was wasted. Everything they did they did together. And now would be no different.

The fairy tale ended abruptly after an annual visit to her doctor. By the time the cancer was discovered it had taken more of her than medicine could save. Her last days were a blur to her. To control her pain the medications had to be strong and it took her away from him. When she would surface from the fog she would feel him there beside her; a strong hand stroking her hair or holding one of hers. When the life that remained finally left he was there beside her; right where he had always been for 48 years.

In all those years one had never gone anywhere without the other. This journey of hers would be no different. He had made time to prepare. Papers were on the table and instructions were handwritten next to them. He crawled into bed alongside her and felt the familiar comfort of her form as he molded himself against her. The bitter taste in his mouth tried to be a distraction but he swallowed hard and pushed it out of his mind. He wiped a strand of hair from her face and gave her the final of so many kisses to her forehead. He took her hand in his, just like he had done on the altar so many years past. But the years seemed like just a handful of yesterdays. He could remember that day so vividly. She was so beautiful! A hundred people were gathered in the pews to watch as they exchanged vows, but he had no sense of them. She was all he could see as they promised each other they would be together "Till Death Do Us Part."  Throughout their marriage he had never broken those vows, but now he was about to. He closed his eyes and smiled. If he could have told anyone he would have sworn the last sound he heard was the music of her laughter.

Two hours later a son used his key to open the front door to his parent's home. He had tried to answer a text message from his dad but the phones went unanswered. Fairly certain of what he would find he stepped gingerly into the quiet house. The living room was as clean and orderly as ever but the air was thicker than he remembered it ever being. "Dad?" he called out, knowing there would be no reply. He opened the bedroom door and saw his Mom and Dad lying together on the bed. "Oh, Dad," was all he could say as the tears filled his eyes. He picked up the bedside phone to dial 911 and as he did so he looked at his father's face. It was so peaceful. The last few months had been hard and peace was something he had not seen in his dad's face for quite some time. He saw the two them, holding hands. He couldn't remember NOT seeing them holding hands and knew what the call for help would bring. He returned the phone to its cradle and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Eternity could wait till morning. After 48 years they deserved one more night. 



Broken Vows



Day 1.

Father Thomas approached the convent. Fresh out of the seminary, newly ordained, he had been ordered by his bishop to spend a month here in retreat as final preparation for his first parish work. He didn't think he needed any more preparation but he had just taken a vow of obedience and he wasn't about to argue with his authoritarian bishop over his first command.

Pulling the old fashioned bell on the side of the high wooden gate, he looked around. The walls surrounding the convent were high and forbidding; he certainly was going to have time for prayer and contemplation here. After a few moments, the gate creaked open an inch or two and a young nun appeared, smiling.

"You must be Father Thomas; Mother Superior has been expecting you."

The gate opened wide and he was welcomed in. As the gate closed behind him the young priest felt a shiver of foreboding run down his spine but he dismissed it and followed his guide to his hostess's office. Asked to take a seat, the young woman quietly knocked on her Superior's door and walked in. Closing the door behind her, she was no more than a few moments before she reappeared.

"Mother will see you know, Father." Once again she smiled the smile that Father Thomas realised lit up her whole face before holding the door open for him and closing it behind him, leaving him with the impression he was entering the lion's den. 

"Sit down, please, Father."

Thomas felt as nervous as a schoolboy being summoned to face his Headmaster but told himself that he was the man, he was the priest, and Mother Superior was there to be led by him. The nun had other ideas.

"The bishop tells me that you are here for your final preparation."

"That is correct, Mother, but I really don't see what I have to learn and I certainly don't think there is anything I can learn in a convent!"

"Yes, the bishop did say you could be a bit obnoxious but I am sure after a month within these walls, you will have learned a lot."

"A month? I'm not staying here for a month! I have God's work to do and I mean to go about it in a few days. I am here only because the bishop has insisted that I do so. But, a month? No, not at all."

Mother Superior ignored him.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend, Father?"

The question shocked the young priest.

"No, of course not. I entered the junior seminary when I was twelve years old and, apart from holidays spent with my saintly mother, I have been in different seminaries ever since."

"I thought as much. So how do you intend to deal with the women, young and old, who are going to flirt with you, at the very least?"

"I won't deal with them at all because that situation is not going to arise. I will not allow it. I will be a good priest, a holy priest, and keep myself away from situations that might tempt me into sin."

"This is going to be harder than I imagined," thought Mother Superior with a smile. "And so much fun."

"Father, I'm not trying to embarrass you but if you're going to work in an inner city parish, away from the security of the seminary, you are going to have to learn how to be at ease with women. For instance, have you ever seen or touched a woman's breasts?"

"What? How dare you ask me something like that! Of course I have never done anything so sinful."

The poor priest was so out of his depth he could hardly speak. 

Before he knew what was happening, the nun got up out of her chair, walked round her desk and sat on the edge of it, inches from the startled priest. Suddenly, she reached round behind herself, under her veil, and began to lower the zip of her heavy black habit. Father Thomas could only stare in amazement as, for the first time in his life, he saw a woman's bra and the tops of her large breasts. He sat there with his mouth open but what she did next nearly made him fall off his chair in shock. 

Mother Superior smiled at his discomfort, reached behind herself once more and unhooked her plain black bra. As the straps slid down her arms, she raised her eyes and saw that the young priest could not tear his away from the sight before him, two very round, very full breasts topped by two very hard nipples.

"They won't bite, Father. Why don't you touch them?"

Father Thomas couldn't understand what was happening here? He couldn't understand why the bishop had sent him to this wicked place? He couldn't understand why Mother Superior was behaving like a cheap slut. And he couldn't understand why his hands were involuntarily reaching out and touching a woman's breasts for the first time ever. When he made contact he thought he would be struck down by lightning. 

Hesitant at first, his hands were soon moving all over her tits, cupping them, squeezing them, until Mother Superior caught his hands within her own and outraged him once more.

"Very good, Father. Now use your mouth."

He looked at her in disbelief, in total dismay, but he didn't need to be told twice. His head dropped and he began sucking and licking at the nun's breasts, closing his mouth over her whole nipple before instinctively sucking as hard as he could, making her cry out in painful pleasure. Sucking first one then the other, he found he could push them together and take both nipples in mouth at the same time.

As he slowly ran his wet tongue between the two of them, he felt Mother Superior press his head harder to her chest. "Oh, God. Oh, Jesus," she moaned and Father Thomas was sure she wasn't praying. 

Abruptly, he felt her pull back from him. 

"So, Father, that didn't take much encouragement, did it? What are you going to do when the girls start flashing their breasts at you during your sermons?"

With that, she stood up, put her bra back on, slipped her arms back into her habit and zipped it up. Walking round her desk once again, she sat down on her straight back chair and smiled at him.

"I think you've learned enough for one day, Father. Sister Angela will show you to your room."

She watched as the young priest clutched his case in front of him, trying in vain to hide the erection that was tenting the front of his cassock. She smiled to herself as she thought about the fun she was going to have with that. But that was for the days to come; for now she needed something to scratch the itch between her legs.

She had felt the familiar stirrings when Father Thomas had first stared at her breasts and that was even before she had encouraged him to touch and suck them. Now, she knew, her knickers were soaking and her pussy was in urgent need of attention. She always liked this stage of training for the young priests but this one seemed to have even less of inkling about what he was in for than they usually did. The thought of being his first made her lick her lips in anticipation but, first, she would deal with her own needs.

She reached into her bottom drawer and picked up her trusty friend, the long thick candle which had been well used over the years. It always amazed her how little of it she could encircle with her hand yet she knew her pussy would easily envelop it with a hunger and desperation which never ceased to fascinate her. 

She would have loved to have owned a real vibrator like she the one she used to have before she entered the convent but that would have been too awkward to explain should anyone ever come across it. Now if anyone ever found a large, smooth candle in her desk they would presume she used it for the purpose of praying.

Bringing it to her lips, she gently kissed the tip of the candle, her pleasure increasing at the thought of where it would be very soon. She could feel herself becoming even wetter between her legs as her breathing began to quicken.

Once again she brought the candle to her mouth, pretending it was Father Thomas' virgin cock and how she longed to take him into her hot mouth. She slid the candle in, coating it, moving it in and out, letting it stretch her lips as she was sure he would do too. She knew she was teasing herself, prolonging the inevitable, but this was all part of the fun.

She wondered what he would think if he could see her now, sitting behind her large desk in her habit, the picture of holiness apart from the large candle wedged between her moist open lips. The thought only served to arouse her further as she began to lick and suck on it, her passion growing to an almost unbearable height. The juices flowing into her knickers were demanding that she do more than just suck on her candle.

Pulling it from her mouth, she pushed her chair back. Pulling her long, dark habit up, she tucked the hem into the rope she wore around her waist, moving the crucifix attached to it out of the way. Wasting no more time, she pulled down her drenched knickers and dropped them on to the carpet, kicking them under her desk in case anyone entered unexpectedly. She smiled again at the thought of Father Thomas walking in unannounced and catching her with her candle between her legs. The knickers lying on the floor would be the least of her worries then. 

Reaching down, she parted her pussy lips, unsurprised but delighted at how wet she was, how sensitive her lips were and how engorged her clit was. Placing just one finger on that most sensitive of places, she immediately felt the familiar shudder course through her body as if she had just stuck her finger into an electric socket. 

She closed her eyes and softly, gently, traced small circles tracing the outline of her clit and, almost before she even felt it coming, Mother Superior was having her first self-induced orgasm of the day, right there in her office. But her body wanted more and her fingers knew what they had to do, deftly probing further into her warm, wet pussy, delivering the feelings of familiar pleasure that she craved. She was sure she could smell the strong aroma of sex and wondered if she should have locked the door. Then again, the possibility of being caught always served to heighten her excitement. Now she knew it was time for something more then her fingers inside her body.

Reluctantly removing the candle from her mouth, she lowered it towards her waiting pussy. Raising her legs and resting her feet on the top of her desk, she watched in delight as the candle began its slow entry into her cunt. Even now its sheer thickness could cause her to gasp and she watched transfixed as she began to slide it in and out, watching as she slowly fucked herself. Her hand took on a rhythm of its own, pushing the candle deep inside then slowly pulling it out. She could feel her body begin to tense up as the stretching of her lips stimulated her even more and her homemade dildo pushed deep inside her, filling her with a deliciousness that never ceased to delight her.

Over and over she pushed the candle into her body, the room filling with the wet sound and heady aroma of a woman approaching orgasm. From somewhere she could hear a new sound and she vaguely recognised it as her own voice moaning in pleasure. Her whole body was getting ready now as her legs began to quiver in anticipation before she began to cum and her body trembled with a ferocity that was not new but always welcome. As the waves washed over her, she looked down at the beautifully obscene picture of the candle firmly wedged deep into her pussy, her nun's habit still wrapped around her waist. This seemed to bring on one final surge of pleasure before her body slumped back down in her chair and her legs nearly fell off her desk. 

As her breathing returned to normal, Mother Superior withdrew the candle from her still throbbing pussy and licked it clean. Dropping it back into the bottom drawer, she stood up and rearranged her clothes, looking every inch the holy nun she was supposed to be.

"That was fun," she thought. "Wonder what tomorrow will bring."

Meanwhile, Father Thomas was thinking exactly the same thing. He had followed Sister Angela as the young nun had led him to his room. His mind was in a daze but was it his imagination or was the pretty woman in front of him walking in a much more seductive manner than when she had first brought him to the office? Surely her habit was too tight? He could make out practically every curve of her young body and she had magnificent curves. He was sure she was wiggling her bum at him as he walked and, just when he was about to reprimand her, she stopped.

"This is your room, Father. I'm just next door so if you need anything, anything at all, just knock on my door."

With that she opened the door and stood back, allowing the young priest to enter. As he heard the door close behind him he looked around. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this. He had pictured a single bed in a tiny cell with maybe a basin for washing. Instead, he stood in the middle of a suite of rooms, ornate beyond belief, dominated by a large four-poster bed. 

As he walked around his home for the next four weeks he was finally able to lower his suitcase. What hadn't lowered, however, was his cock. It stood defiantly to attention and now, to add to Mother Superior's breasts, he had to contend with the image of Sister Angela's round arse jiggling beneath her habit. 

"Prayer is what I need," he thought. "Prayer and a cold shower."

Walking through to the en-suite bathroom, he turned on the tap in the large, walk-in shower and hurriedly undressed. Standing under the freezing cold water, he began to pray as he had never prayed before. 

"Father, forgive me. I have been tempted and I have succumbed. Help me to resist the charms of that evil woman and help to show her the error of her ways."

The more he prayed, the colder the water became, the more his cock seemed to grow and stiffen until he could stand it no more. He turned the tap off and stepped out, looking for a towel.

"Is this what you are looking for?"

Father Thomas nearly had a heart attack as the curvy Sister Angela appeared before him like some kind of mystical vision, holding a large fluffy towel in her hands. She handed it to the shocked priest and looked down the length of his naked body, her eyes fixing hungrily on his still-erect cock.

"Oh, Mother Superior said she thought you had a big one. She also said you might need some help with it. Well, that's what I'm here for."

For a single moment Father Thomas thought the young nun was going to ask him to hear her confession when she sank to her knees before him. When she reached up and took hold of his cock, however, all such thoughts were banished. As the young woman slowly moved her hand up and down, Father Thomas couldn't believe how soft her hands felt around his hard cock but, then again, no woman had ever touched his cock before so he didn't have anything to go on. He had always avoided touching himself there as he knew it was a grave sin and only sinners and perverts gave themselves pleasure in this way.

Even so, he couldn't deny that the feeling rushing through his body was one he had never felt before and one he could only describe as "heavenly". The more she worked on his cock, the weaker his legs seemed to become, as though all the blood was rushing to one part of his body, the sinful part, the part that was now giving him more pleasure than he would ever have thought possible. 

He closed his eyes instinctively but when he felt her soft lips, even softer than her hands, kiss the top of his prick he let out a moan of undiluted lust. As her lips slipped over the head he felt the warmth of her mouth and really believed he had died and gone to heaven. 

She began a slow and gentle sucking, slowly down, then slowly up. His breathing became fast and shallow and when she ran her hands up his legs to his backside, pulling him even closer, pushing his cock even deeper into her mouth, he could feel a stirring in his balls that was so good it had to be bad.

But his wasn't the first cock that Sister Angela had ever sucked, nor was he the first virgin priest she had taken in her mouth. She seemed to know he needed to slow down for a few seconds and slid off him. He felt the sudden cold air assault his cock and he looked down at her, mystified as to why she should have stopped. 

She looked up at him from beneath her veil and smiled a wicked smile; she knew the best was yet to come. She pressed his cock against his stomach and leaned down a little more, taking his balls into her hot mouth. As she ran her tongue over his very full sac, she began to hum her favourite hymn.

Father Thomas couldn't have told you what tune she was humming but he could tell you that the sensations she was producing with her mouth meant that he would have married her on the spot. He had never looked at a woman in that way before but now his whole being was centred around his tight balls in the young nun's mouth and he was ready to break every vow he had ever taken.

His moans increased once more and Sister Angela decided it was time for the final act. She released his sac with a loud smack and once again took his cock in her mouth, proceeding to run up and down it with much more pressure than before. She was bobbing furiously now and Father Thomas looked down and noticed for the first time that her habit was gathered above her knees. She had one hand under it, between her legs, seeming to rub herself as furiously as she was sucking him. 

Her veil was whipping up and down so much now that he could no longer see her face so he just closed his eyes again and awaited for the inevitable, even though he had no idea what the inevitable was. All he know was that something was about to happen and that it would be something momentous, something incredible, and something positively sinful.

Without any warning his cock finally erupted in her mouth. Again and again he felt the surge of something shoot out, straight down her throat. His whole body tingled while the young nun stuck to her task with religious fervour. Her sucking continued and her rubbing continued until, finally, her body seemed to tense too and for a few moments neither of them moved.

Finally she let him slip from her mouth and stood to face him. He didn't know where to look but Sister Angela had one last thing to show him. Opening her mouth she presented him with a mouthful of thick, white fluid that could only have come from him. Before he could say anything, she closed her mouth, smiled her wicked smile and swallowed. Once again she opened her mouth and it was empty.

Then the bell rang.

"Time for evening prayer, Father. Mother Superior doesn't like us to be late."

And with that she turned and walked sedately out of his bathroom as if she was the most innocent woman in the convent. She left behind her, however, a young priest who felt anything but innocent. He couldn't deny that what she had done to him was the most amazing experience of his life but how would he ever be able to confess his sins. And what would tomorrow bring?

At least his cock had finally gone soft. 



Broken Vows Ch. 1



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. A special thanks to CW for editing expertise and to Whispersecret for the excellent "How To" essays. If there are any errors, they are mine.

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Mary stood at the entrance of the sturdy old door and stifled a moan. Her stomach had butterflies flittering around inside it from nervousness. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” said Sister Purity. 

Mary stepped just inside the door. “Sister, I…” Mary stuttered. “Sister, I need to talk to you.” 

Sister Purity looked up from her large walnut desk. Her blue eyes were clear and kind. Her complexion was creamy and reverent. “Dear Mary, please come in and sit down. What is troubling you?” Sister Purity watched Mary with concerned, knowing eyes. 

Mary came forward hesitantly and sat in the big padded chair in front of the desk. She sat up very straight with her ankles, not her legs, crossed; her hands folded submissively in her lap. “Sister Purity, I really don’t know where to begin. I’m confused and I… I…” she trailed off at the end and look down at her tightly clenched hands. 

“Take your time, dear Mary. Sometimes it takes a moment to gather our thoughts and put them into words for others to hear,” Sister Purity said kindly. She busied herself tidying her already tidy desk, giving Mary time to compose herself. 

Mary’s thoughts swam around and around in her head as she remembered the last 10 years at the convent. Her parents had been killed in a car accident when she was only 8 years old. Her relatives were wealthy, but had not wanted the burden of a child. They decided to put her in Our Holy Mother of Mercy convent and school for girls. It was a very exclusive school for girls with a small student population. She had grown up in the school and being orphaned, the Sister’s had groomed her specially for joining them when she turned 18. 

Mary smiled to herself as she remembered her 18th birthday several days ago. The Sister’s and Father Kirk, Father Flanigan, and the newest one Father Jameson had planned a special surprise party for her. They and all the other students had been waiting in the cafeteria. She had been so surprised when her best friend Anne had run to get her and say she was needed immediately for a special project in the kitchen. She had had such a wonderful time at the surprise party.

Mary stopped smiling though and her brows creased in a small frown when she remembered what happened after the party. Father Kirk had told her to come to his office after the party. She had thought this was odd, because the Father’s almost never had anything to do with the initiates. But she knew she had to go.

When she got to Father Kirk’s office, he was gazing out his big picture window. The night was beautiful and the trees outside were swaying gently in the wind. Father Kirk turned and looked at her warmly. He was very nice looking for being older. About 6’ tall, wavy brown hair mixed with gray, brown eyes and little laugh lines around his mouth. Mary had always thought he was charismatic and felt shy in his presence.

Mary had almost no experience with boys. Being an orphan, she was not taken on holidays or trips by her parents. Her relatives remembered to send checks to the school and not much else. So, she spent all of her time at the convent and didn’t meet many boys or men. Oh, she had thought about boys like any girl but had never even touched herself intimately or allowed herself to fantasize. After all, she would be entering the convent and knew that boys would be forever denied her.

“Mary,” said Father Kirk. “I know that the time has come for you to make the important decision of whether or not to join the Order. To devote your life to God and forsake all earthly things. This can be a trying time. A scary time for a young woman just feeling the stirrings of her sexuality.” He stared at her intensely, watching her reaction. 

Mary gasped softly and brought her hand to her mouth. Her belly felt empty and her body weak. She thought, how had he known? 

Father Kirk went to the big stuffed couch in the shadowed part of room. “Come Mary, sit down. I know that it is a shock to hear these things. But, I have been around many girls coming to womanhood and making this decision. “ Father Kirk sat down on one end of the couch and patted the seat near him. “Come Mary; tell me your feelings and thoughts. Let me help you.”

Mary gingerly sat down on the couch several feet from Father Kirk. As always, placing her hands in her lap, her feet and knees together and her back straight. She glanced up at Father Kirk and said, “Please, Father, I… I… thought that I would speak to Sister Purity about this?” Mary blushed not realizing how beautiful the hint of pink made her. 

Father Kirk drank in the sight of this child, so young, so beautiful, so trusting. Her hair was thick and wavy with a dark, wild luster. So many shades of mahogany, brown and honey and cream, he felt he could taste the sweetness, smell the wholesomeness wafting up from the innocent strands curled around her shoulders. Her eyes, deep shades of green flecked with gold, glowed with intelligence and the wonder and confusion of youth. In her school uniform, her young firm breasts jutted proudly. Father Kirk could see the outline of a matronly brassiere cupping those succulent bosoms. Her torso dipped into a trim waist cinched tight with the school belt then flared into surprisingly promising hips. Her legs were firm and long from years of soccer and track. Her knees, pressed so firmly together led to small, dainty feet in sensible saddle shoes. The petite, delicate hands had long, tapered fingers with perfect half-moon fingernails. Father Kirk smiled and nodded his head as he answered her.

“Yes, Mary. I know. But anytime the Sister feels that a promising novice may be confused, she asks one of the Fathers to intervene. You have been with us for many years and have done well with your studies. Your skills in running any post here are extraordinary and praised by all the Sisters. Do you think you can tell me how you are feeling, now that you are 18 and can make the decision to stay, or go?” Father Kirk slid closer to Mary and put a hand on her shoulder.

Mary trembled slightly. She was not afraid or upset by the Father’s nearness. On the contrary, her body was very aware of the man by her side. That was the problem, it was all she thought of recently. Men. What did they look like really? How did it feel to be kissed? Hugged? Touched? Stroked? She squirmed slightly under Father Kirk’s hand. Her young body felt starved for attention. She felt her nipples stiffen against the sensible cotton of her brassiere. 

Father Kirk’s hand went to the back of her neck and gripped it lightly then began to rub it, messaging. “Mary, you are so tense. You can talk to me about anything. There is nothing I have not heard and I know that nothing you tell me will make me think less of you.” Father Kirk slid closer to Mary, her scent filling his nostrils. He breathed deeply and slowly, savoring the smell of Mary’s virginal arousal. He let his hand message the tense cords of muscles in her soft neck. Rubbing up and down, occasionally he would bury his fingers in the nape of her hair. The heat from her body was incredible, an aphrodisiac of innocence and freshness. 

Mary couldn’t help it but she sighed. “Oh yes, Father, I am tense. I have been for weeks now. I know I have to make my decision whether to stay or to leave. But I just don’t know how to do it. There are so many things I don’t know. About the outside I mean. I don’t know if I should live out there for while and experience…” Mary faltered, flustered. Her breathing was getting heavier as Father Kirk’s hand worked magic on her stiff neck muscles. His big, warm hand stroked her neck and stirred up deep longings in her belly that she could not identify. 

Father Kirk smiled to himself, enjoying her sweet embarrassment as she stumbled for words she didn’t know. His hand began kneading up around her shoulders. He could feel her shoulder bones, so slender. Moving his head closer still, Father Kirk put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, “Ah Mary, I know what you seek. I know the questions you have. How can you commit to a life of God, giving up all earthly things when you don’t know what you are giving up? How can you never feel the first blush of love, the first kiss? I know the questions, sweet Mary. I understand them.” 

His hot breath caressed the delicate skin of her ear and he felt her shiver. He allowed himself the briefest surge of power and relished the feel of his cock jumping and straining inside his priestly robes. Gently he brushed strands of wavy hair away from Mary’s face, her skin glowing and flushed in the dim light. He turned her face to his and looked at the startled doe eyes staring at him, pupils dilated. Her full lips were slightly parted and wet from her licking them. 

“Father?” Mary breathed out the word. Her body leaned forward bringing her face closer to his. 

Her sweet breath on his face made his heart pound. Mary was the most beautiful, the most promising initiate they had ever had. They had watched her closely over the years, insuring her innocence remained intact in all ways. Her mind had been plied with music, science, and other studies. Her body had been exercised through soccer, track, and horseback riding. The Father’s wanted Mary to stay with them in their family. Now the time had come bring her completely into the fold. He had to go carefully, and gently guide her to the right decision.

Inches away from her, his lips so close to hers he could smell her sweet breath, he softly asked, “Yes, Mary?” His hand at her back kept a gentle but firm pressure on her, encouraging her subtly. 

Mary’s eyes fluttered close, her thick soft lashes resting on her cheek. She tilted her face up and with a tiny, soft whimper swayed toward him. Her lips met his.

The shock of her damp lips touching his sent Father Kirk the signals he needed. He put both hands and her shoulders and turned her toward him, pulling her to him. Unresisting, her young body yielded. He pressed his lips onto hers tasting her. One hand along the small of her back pressing her up against him, the other buried in her hair holding her head gently he let the kiss deepen. He heard her moan softly and he took advantage and let his tongue tease her closed lips. They parted slightly and his tongue darted into the fragrant depths, claiming her, exploring her teeth, searching. 

Her breathing was erratic and the small catches and pants she made sent shivers of desire through his veins. He let one hand drift down onto her lap where her hands were still folded demurely. Clasping one, he held it and pulled her further over to him. She came willingly, her firm bottom snuggling down on his lap. He was exploring her mouth almost brutally now, his teeth bruising her lips and his tongue raping the depths of her innocent mouth. 

Mary was mindless as the storm of desire danced over her body. The shock of the Father kissing her was overcome by the desire to know. She melted into his kiss and nearly fainted when he pulled her onto his lap. She could feel the hardness of his manhood under his robes. Could sense the depths of his desire for her in his kiss. She moaned deep in her throat as he claimed her mouth again and again, enjoying the feel of his teeth bruising her swollen lips. Her nipples felt achy and distended and she unconsciously rubbed herself against him making herself weak and shaky all over with the sudden surge of longing and hormones that flooded her young, innocent body. 

For the first time, she felt the stirrings of adult arousal as her clitoris began to tingle and swell. Her vagina began to lubricate the inner walls of her softness with the honey of innocence until her labia were damp and fragrant. Her standard issue school skirt had ridden up and her firm bottom was nestled directly on top of Father Kirk’s straining cock. Feeling this, Mary’s body acted on its own and she wiggle and moved until his cock was nestled between her labia. His robes and her panties the only thing separating them.

Father Kirk tangled his hands in Mary’s long thick hair and pulled her head back exposing the long curve of her neck. He began to kiss and nip at the tender flesh eliciting sighs and moans from the young girl. His cock jerked and strained from the onslaught of the virgin’s movements. But not wanting to scare her he did not push up against her to relieve his stress. He just savored the feel of his cock surrounded by the heat of her young, moist vaginal lips through the materials of their clothing. 

Gently tugging her hair, he pulled her back further until her upper body was laying on the arm of the couch, her body still planted firmly in his lap. He watched the emotions of confusion, desire and shame flit across her face as he began to unbutton her cotton blouse. His fingers trembled slightly as he spread the shirt apart and slipped it off her shoulders and arms exposing her brassiere. The heaving of her chest gave away her aroused state. Lifting her gently, he reached behind her unhooking the brassiere. 

He looked at her face and eyes, taking in the flush of her skin the dilated pupils and smiled at her. He then slipped off her brassiere exposing her full, firm breasts. He drank in the sight of her young body, appreciating the delicate ivory skin; the dark areolas punctuating fully puckered deep rosy nipples. Leaning over he sucked one heated nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and biting it gently. 

Mary, beyond thought, arched her young back thrusting herself against him. She whimpered and moaned. Her hands, finally freed from years of piety, reached up to curl in his hair and hug his face to her breasts. 

Sighing she moaned breathlessly, “Yes, oh yes please Father, yes.”

Father Kirk felt a surge of lust so powerful he wanted to rip off Mary’s uniform and take her savagely. She provoked a lust in him so profound he barely contained the animal urges to rut and conquer her. Restraining himself he continued a steady seduction sucking first one taut nipple and then the other, nipping and biting the turgid peaks until Mary was writhing in his arms gasping with abandon. 

As he continued the onslaught against her breasts, alternating kisses and bites on her neck and lips, one hand began to bunch her skirt up around her waist. His fingers ached to touch her virginal sex, feeling the dampness his seduction had caused. When finally her skirt was bunched and out of the way, he glanced down. Her trim, muscled legs were flung wide in innocence and abandon, the outline of her labia visible through the standard issue, white cotton panties. He could see the outline of his cock straining through his robes between her legs and smiled grimly. Soon enough for that, but not yet.

He renewed his assault on her nipples bringing her to another frenzy of moaning and thrashing. His hand began to stroke the outside of her legs and then moved to the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Up and down he messaged her, ignoring the one place he wanted to put his hand. Her moaning grew more frenzied and her hips began to move and thrust. Glancing up quickly, he saw that her head was thrown back in complete wantonness. Her beautiful eyes were shut tight, her face a study of concentration and longing. 

Father Kirk allowed one finger to graze the outer edges of Mary’s panties, skimming along the bare skin of the outer labia. He had to hold her down with one hand on her belly as he she bucked convulsively on his lap, her bottom hot against his cock. With the shifting around, his cock had become firmly wedged between her buttocks. Raking his eyes over her body, he rejoiced in the complete power that he had to make this child jump and hum to his fingertips, her innocence being taken from her willingly as he plucked the cords of desire from her virgin body. Her soft moans and sighs urged him on and he let a finger slip under her panties. Finally, the feel of the damp heat of her sex. His cock twitched.

Mary felt his fingers exploring her inviolate private area. The desire mixed with terror at her actions filled her with a high that was more of an aphrodisiac than any kind of drug. She could not, would not stop now. She didn’t want to. She wanted to feel the Father’s hands on her body, her breasts, her sex. The feel of his rock hard cock pressing against her filled her with longing and a strange sense of strength. Acknowledging the inevitable, she gave herself permission to let go and soar.

Father Kirk, sensing the final triumph as her body completely relaxed for him, wasted no time in slipping her panties over her hips and down her luscious legs. Her removed her skirt just as quickly. She was now completely naked except for her bobby socks and saddle shoes. Draped across his lap on her back, her bare bottom firmly on his raging cock so he could feel every wiggle through his robes, he spread her legs wide apart exposing her pouting labia and swollen clitoris to his hungry gaze. 

Circling his fingers around the outer edges of her labia, he slowly let them trial up and down her slit. The moisture from her desire coated his fingers in her sweet honey. With slick fingers, he touched her clitoris and rubbed it lightly up and down then back and forth. Her body jerked and arched against his hand as he made her sing for him. Her moans and sighs charged him with power. He loved the feel of this young girl helpless on his lap, writhing and moving as his fingers caressed and tweaked, pulled and stroked that nub of nerves that would make her his. Sensing the time was right, her wetness now soaking his lap, he inserted a finger into her tight virgin vagina. He listened to the grunting animal sounds she now made and felt another strong wave of lust.

Mary felt his wet finger slip inside her and nearly fainted. Her vaginal walls contracted instantly around his finger, sucking it, pulling it. His finger was hot and thick and felt so good. She was mindless from the feel of it. His other hand was still fingering her clitoris making her senseless in another way. Her body felt like it was weightless. Without thought, her fingers found her nipples and she began to pull them. First gently then harder as he increased the pace of his fingers on her clitoris. Gasping, she felt him insert another finger into her vagina. She groaned.

Father Kirk finger fucked Mary for only a few moments, then spread her labia lips apart with thumb and forefinger. Taking the tip of his finger on his other hand, he dipped it into her sex and got it wet then rubbed her clitoris up and down, back and forth, enjoying the feel of the swollen nub popping back and forth across his finger. Mary’s body was slick with sweat and she looked glorious. Her thick wavy hair spread wantonly across the arm of the chair, a few strands across her face. Her nipples jutting into the air as she pulled them. He gloried in this young virgin so wanton, so sexy, writhing in his lap completely unashamed. 

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, oh Father please, please.” Mary whimpered the words not even knowing that for which she begged. 

He began to spank her clitoris lightly with two fingers, watching the jewel swell and turn hot pink, throbbing and engorged. Her hips were bucking up to meet his hand and in one swift movement he grabbed her sex, his hand enveloping her mound, covering her clitoris, fingers curled into her vagina; he began to vibrate his hand swiftly pressing downward. He felt her the opening to her vagina snapping open and shut, clenching at his curled fingers and knew she was about to climax. 

Keeping the vibrating movement going, he put the fingers of his other hand in her mouth and she immediately began to suckle them. When she began to climax, the orgasm rippling over her belly and a faint blush suffusing her body, he covered her mouth to silence the scream.




Broken Vows Ch. 1



Mary screamed against his hand, the cords of her neck standing out as she flung her head back against the arm of the couch. Her legs clamped shut on Father Kirk’s hand as the orgasm pulsated through her vagina and belly and down the muscles in her legs. She arched upwards, bowing her back and pressing her bottom against his rigid, throbbing cock. She felt the juices gush out of her vagina and onto his hands soaking his robes beneath her, soaking his cock. It seemed to last forever and when it was over, Mary blacked out, her body going limp.



Broken Vows Ch. 2



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. A special thanks to CW for editing expertise and Whispersecret for her How To essays. If there are any errors they are mine. 

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Father Kirk took a trembling breath as he looked down at the naked, unconscious young girl on his lap. He had just finished bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm with his hand. She had fainted right after climaxing, drenching the priests robes covering his cock with her scented juices. He knew she would not be unconscious long and took the opportunity to take a few deep, steadying breaths. His hand stroked her virgin labia, petting them like a small, vulnerable kitten. He fondled her breasts with the other hand, marveling at her perfect body. 

His cock strained upward seeking a way out from beneath his robes. It was still nestled between her legs, wet through the robes with her secretions. He stroked her body, slowly waking her up from her little death.

Mary began to stir, softly moving on his lap, a small smile playing around her full, kiss-bruised lips. Suddenly she gasped, coming fully awake. She looked up at Father Kirk with wide frightened eyes, confusion mingled with wonder on her innocent, young face. She pulled her arms up around her breasts to shield them and then tried to cover her sex all at the same time. She pulled her legs up and closed. Closing her eyes tight, a flow of tears began to trickle down her cheek.

Father Kirk brushed the tears away with gentle fingers and stroked her hair. “It’s all right Mary. You should never be ashamed of your body. God made your body responsive and vital. He would never have given this great gift to us if it was not meant to be savored and sought after.” He slipped a hand between her buttocks and dipped a finger into her sopping vagina from behind. She began to straighten her legs and draw away, but Father Kirk held her firmly. Slowly drawing his thick finger in and out of her vagina, rolling and twirling it inside her wet tightness, he whispered, “Mary, feel the wetness from your sex? Feel the pulse of your heart, the rush of blood through your veins?” He continued his leisurely finger fucking, adding another finger. “Feel how your vagina contracts around my fingers? This is all good and natural. As natural as breathing.”

Mary began to relax with the hypnotic, deep voice of Father Kirk gentling her like a wild mare. She felt his fingers deep inside her, her muscles pulsing around them all on their own. Father Kirk was her guide, her advisor, and the leader of their convent and school. She had always trusted him and trusted him still. She was afraid to open her eyes as his voice washed over her like a warm shower. Afraid that if she did, she would see her sin and her shame. But how could it be? If Father Kirk was doing this to her, how could it be wrong. Could it be wrong?

“Open your eyes, Mary. Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.

Mary took a shuddering breath; then she opened both eyes, years of obedience ingrained in her convent life. Father Kirk was looking at her, his eyes searching her face and travelling up and down her naked body. She shivered slightly, not from cold but from exposure. This time she did not try to cover her nudity. 

“Good, Mary,” he said. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her. His tongue slid readily into her waiting mouth. This aroused him. She was so open to him, not fighting him at all. He kissed her deeply, breathing in her breath, stealing it from her, literally taking her breath away. When she was pliant in his arms once again, he stroked his hand up and down her belly. He circled around her breasts until reaching the peak and pinching her stiff nipples. He nudged his hand between her thighs, insistent to claim the prize that waited there. Father Kirk felt the lust building again inside himself. His cock jumped and strained, waiting restlessly to be unleashed. 

Her silken wetness greeted his warm hand and he began to rub her clitoris. This time with the intention of getting her on the verge of a climax. Rubbing, stroking and pinching her clitoris, Mary was soon writing on his lap like before. This time, she did not fight the rising heat of desire and gave in willingly. Her trim legs fell open, her submission causing Father Kirk to swell with lust, pride and power. Taking advantage of her open legs, he pulled and stretched her labia, rubbed and stroked her clitoris, finger-fucked her steaming vagina. Manipulating the tender virgin flesh between her innocent thighs, he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again. 

Mary moaned and begged with him. Her words and sounds meaningless noises but understandable just the same. When she was mindless with need, Father Kirk rose up from the couch with her in his arms. He then placed her on the couch; her head propped against the arm. He quickly spread her legs and knelt down between her thighs. Before she could protest, he had his tongue on her swollen, throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking at it like a baby at his mother’s teat. Her protests were bitten back before she could voice them as he inserted one finger, then two, into her tight vagina. 

Mary gasped the teasing orgasm just out of reach as Father Kirk expertly used her. Moaning and half-sobbing, she felt the Father’s hot tongue licking her, sending unimaginable waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands found his head and she kneaded his hair like a kitten. 

Father Kirk was crazy with lust and finally allowed himself to act on it. Shedding only his outer robe, he pulled the inner robe aside exposing his raging member. The head was flaming red, a big mushroom shape. The shaft was thick and heavily veined terminating in heavy, cum-filled balls. It jumped and jerked with a life of its own. Not missing a beat, he continued to lick and suck Mary’s clitoris. It was so swollen and red and sensitive that Father Kirk knew this succulent woman child would orgasm soon. 

Overcome, Father Kirk said huskily, “Mary, open your eyes.” He stood up and let her see his powerful cock, jutting proudly from heavy balls amid curls of thick hair. The terror in her eyes spurred him on. He quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and held her down. “Ah, Mary do not struggle now. This is still right and good. It is still holy, a union of man, made in God’s image, a woman made for man.” Warily he took his hand off her mouth and reached down to grasp his cock.

His cock transfixed Mary. She had never seen one before and his was huge and red and so hard looking. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him begin to stroke his cock slowly. His big, warm hand on his cock aroused her. She remembered that same hand buried in her wetness, fingering her, stroking her. She was confused and scared but too aroused, too curious to prevent what happened next.

“Mary, grab your knees and pull them up, open yourself to me,” Father Kirk said. He stroked his cock, which swelled even larger as she obeyed him. It took everything he had not to moan when he saw her legs lift and spread for him, separating her labia and exposing her throbbing clitoris to his view. This delightful girl was a perfect choice, he thought. Then all thinking left him as he single-mindedly began the rape of Mary.

Mary watched as Father Kirk leaned over, one arm by her side supporting his weight above her. He was between her legs now and she felt the first nudges of his cock against her heated flesh. 

Father Kirk wanted to ram his cock into her virgin sex, ripping her hymen from her and claiming her for him, for his Order. But instead he began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, letting her get use to the feel. He rubbed the head of is cock in her juices and ran it up and over, back and forth across her clitoris. He watched through hazy desire as she pulled her legs wider. He placed the velvety mushroom head against her clitoris and rubbed her there until he could feel her throbbing, see her bucking hips straining for him. Then, placing a thumb on her clitoris, he placed the tip of his cock right outside her vagina.

Mary gasped, realizing what would happen, what had to happen. This whole night had been building up to the moment slowly and she knew that she did not have the power, or desire to stop it. She almost stopped breathing, waiting.

Father Kirk was sweating from the effort to keep for violating her savagely, and slowly eased the head into her vagina. He watched the head push her labia in and pull them out until the head was all the way inside of her smoldering, silken furnace. He felt a rush as his cock bumped against the useless barrier blocking his entry. He began to work her clit with his thumb, the smooth silk of her wet sex, the virginal tightness of her vagina slowly breaking down his composure and patience. He steadily pushed against her hymen, at the same time fingering, rubbing, and pinching her clitoris until she was moaning loudly. All of a sudden she went rigid and then began bucking wildly. He gave a shout of triumph as he rammed his cock all the way into her tight tunnel, sheathing his entire manhood in her heat, ripping past her hymen like it was so much cotton candy.

Mary screamed in pain as her hymen ripped, but the crashing of her orgasm dulled the pain almost immediately. She could not stop the convulsive buck of her body or the spasming of her muscles as they sucked and gripped Father Kirk’s huge cock. Whimpering and moaning, she gripped his arms for purchase as he moved within her. Her vagina was sore and violated, but the beginnings of a deeper, scarier feeling began to emerge. Her legs wrapped around Father Kirk.

Father Kirk grunted, shoving his cock deep into Mary’s tightness, holding it there just savoring her velvet heat surrounding him. Her tightness was almost viselike, the grip on his cock almost painful. He began to rotate his hips, his cock mirroring his movements deep inside her. Feeling her body tense and her muscle milk him, he knew that she was approaching another orgasm. Confident, he let loose finally.

With her legs wrapped around him and her fingers digging into his arms, he hunched over her and began to piston into her; the coming release so desperate that he no longer cared about her feelings. He fucked her hard and slow and hard and fast. Pounding and pounding his thick cock into her tight wet vagina. Gripping her hips tightly, leaving bruises he lifted her to meet his thrusts.

Mary flopped like a rag doll impaled on his cock, but her clitoris was so tender, her vagina so stuffed that she could feel the climax building. It started slowly and then built more and more until she was screaming from the pleasure and need for release. 

With a few more savage thrusts Father Kirk let loose and filled Mary with his sperm. His cock thrusting and jerking itself inside her; he could feel the hot sperm pulsing out of his thick cock in thick urgent wads.

Mary felt the Father’s cock jerking hard inside her and then felt the hot splash of his sperm. This sent her soaring and she moaned and screamed as her body danced on his cock, climaxing with him.

Father Kirk pulled out of her and rubbed the head of his glistening cock on her labia and clitoris, wiping himself off on her. With the rage of desire satiated for the moment, he was able to concentrate on her again. He pulled his robes together and sat down, pulling her onto his lap again. Holding her trembling body, he caressed her face and stroked her hair. He noticed that she was once again crying but let her cry this time. It was appropriate. She had given herself to God, to the Order. She would be theirs now. His tongue licked her salty neck, tasting her spent desire. She was soon limp in his arms as she slept. He laid her on the couch and covered her with a blanket. 

Father Kirk stood and stretched long and hard. Bending his body this way and that to get out some of the tension. He glanced around at the sound of the privacy wall being slid aside. He smiled as Sister Purity, Father Flanigan and Father Jameson walked quietly into the room.

“She was magnificent,” whispered Sister Purity.

“A true blessing to the Order,” said Father Flanigan quietly.

Father Jameson stood there for a moment not saying anything. Then he murmured, “I am beginning to see I was truly guided when I took the post here at Our Holy Mother of Mercy.” 

The others laughed quietly and glanced at the sleeping girl. Strolling over, Father Kirk gently slid the blanket down her sleeping form. The others crowded around and looked at her. 

“Best to let her sleep, I’m sure tomorrow she will need another reminder in the gifts that God has bestowed on his human creatures,” said Father Kirk. With that, he covered her back up and they all left the room, locking the door behind them.

Mary stirred in her sleep and woke up briefly. She snuggled deeper into the blanket, feeling the material against her naked skin. She liked the feel. Tentatively, she allowed herself to caress her breast and closed her eyes. Biting her lips gently, she slid her hand down, cupping her moist sex. Her trembling finger slid along her slit then dipped into her vagina. Mary felt the sticky cum inside of her, brought her fingers to her lips and licked them. She smiled sleepily and snuggled back down into the blanket, her hand still covering her private center. Her meeting with Sister Purity in the morning was forgotten in the aftermath of new, tingling sensations.



Broken Vows Ch. 3



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. Chapters 1 and 2 can be found in the Non-Consent category.

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Early the next morning, Father Kirk and Sister Purity met in an out of the way room while Father’s Flanigan and Jameson handled the morning prayers. The convent enjoyed a long history including hiding runaway slaves. Because of this, it was built with many hidden rooms, twists and turns. Father Kirk sat in a padded leather chair with Sister Purity kneeling at his feet.

“Sister Purity, tell me what we can expect from our little Mary this morning. How do you think your meeting with her will go?” Father Kirk sipped a cup of hot tea, the fragrance reminding him faintly of Mary’s aroused scent. He felt his cock coming to life at the memory. He looked down at Sister Purity and enjoyed the look of her wide, clear eyes and flawless complexion. His cock twitched against the soft material of his robes. He shifted in his seat.

Sister Purity looked up at Father Kirk with adoring eyes. “I think she will join, Father.” Sister Purity blushed as she remembered the seduction of Mary last night. “You were wonderful with her last night,” she said glancing down.

Father Kirk watched Sister Purity with affection. It seemed like yesterday when she had been initiated into the Order. Father Kirk had watched Father Matthews seduce her over 10 years ago. Although she had not been as naïve as Mary, Sister Purity had been a virgin as was the requirement for the Order. Remembering the long ago scene of the young Sister crying out as her hymen was ripped made his cock strain against his robe.

Leaning back in the chair, Father Kirk spread his legs and parted his robes, his engorged cock standing proudly up and away from his body. The cool air caressed the heated skin.

Sister Purity had noticed the Father’s cock growing harder and smiled when Father Kirk leaned back and exposed his thick shaft of meat. Although technically a virgin when she entered the convent, Sister Purity had experimented with other forms of sexual stimulation. One of the activities she enjoyed most was worshipping a man’s cock. She loved the way they felt and tasted, they way they pulsed and jerked, the way the sack would wrinkle and crinkle as her tongue ran over it. 

Understanding the unvoiced invitation, she snuggled down between his legs. She arranged her habit around her and leaned forward, lovingly putting the side of her face against Father Kirk’s cock stroking it with her soft cheek. Her breath quickened and her nipples hardened as she felt the hard velvet skin brush her face. 

Murmuring softly, almost like a prayer, Sister Purity said, “Oh Father yes Father, I love your hard cock on my face, I can feel the soft skin against my check, smell the fine musk…” She flicked her taboo tongue out and licked Father Kirk’s cock from base to head. “Mmm, taste you, Father.” Her tongue began the warm loving process of licking and wetting every inch of his cock. At the head, she teased around the ridge, licking and flicking. Her black habit billowed around her and her veil fell forward as she bowed her head over his cock.

Father Kirk put his hands in Sister Purity’s hair and guided her as she began to deep throat him. Pumping his hips up and down into her willing, warm wet mouth made his cock swell even larger. The sound of her sweet, nun’s voice whispering against his cock added to his lust. Her lips wrapped around him tightly, sucking at his cock, pulling in and out. He moved her black veil away from her face and watched his cock disappear and reappear, in and out. His body tensed, his balls clenched and the cum began boiling up his thick shaft. He grabbed Sister Purity’s head and held her down on his cock, forcing her to be still as he pumped his cum deep into her throat. He shoved his cock deep into her mouth letting every nerve ending of his excited, twitching cock be surrounded by her wet heat. Her tongue slid around on his shaft while her mouth sucked him, drawing her cheeks in. Grunting, he finished and let go of her.

Sister Purity looked up at him, her eyes dark and smoky from desire. Her lips wet with his cum, she smiled at him trembling. Her body flooded with desire, as she tasted him on her tongue. Her face was flushed and pink.

Father Kirk pulled her into his lap, his hand burrowing up under her habit. He pinched her nipple gently, then harder until she gasped.

“Are you a hot little nun, Sister?” Father Kirk breathed into her ear. “Do you want my sacred cock in your wet pussy? My tongue on that throbbing clit?” Father Kirk gripped her clit between his fingers and squeezed. He smiled against her neck as he heard her squeal and felt her wiggle on his lap.

“Oh please, Father, you know I need you! I always have and I always will,” she said fervently. Her nipple still ached from his pinch and she savored it. She bucked against his hand trying to get him to finger her more.

“No, Sister. Not now, you know you must go and meet with our little Mary now. I think it is best that you meet her in a state of need,” Father Kirk said, grinning. Glancing at the chiming wall clock he said, “You just have time to get there for you meeting this morning. Sister, you know what to do. See that you do it.” With that, he gave her one last rub on her clit making her moan and stood her up. He really did love the knowledge that under her habit and veil, Sister Purity was completely naked, ready and available for his every desire and need. The thought stirred his cock again. “Sister!” He said sharply, before she left. “Please put my cock back where it belongs.” He leaned back on the leather chair and grinned at her.

Sister Purity pouted her lips at him, leaned over and looked him in the eye, letting her habit brush his now thick and hard cock and retorted, “You KNOW where it belongs and I can only obey my Father!” She laughed and pulled her habit up around her waist and began to straddle him. 

Father Kirk pushed her off of him. “Get gone from here, Sister. I’m sure you will find some way of taking care of your needs.” He adjusted his robes, letting the fabric caress his rigid member.

Sister Purity stood up and quickly put her habit and veil in order. Leaning up she kissed Father Kirk. “Oh you are such a tease, brother! You made me wet and hot and now I must go tend to little, not so quite virgin, Mary! The only consolation I have is that YOUR cock is hard as a rock again and I’m leaving!” Chuckling quietly, she slipped out of the room, once again a proper nun.

Father Kirk stood in the room a moment and looked at the cross on the wall. He believed totally in the teachings of his church. On the other hand, he also believed that God would never have given man a cock if He had not meant for man to use it to take control of and pleasure women. Feeling his cock twitch at the thought, he left the room to attend to business.



Broken Vows Ch. 4



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. Chapters 1, 2, 4 and 5 are in Non-consent. Chapter 3 is in Incest. A big kiss and hug to my faithful readers, ya’ll are the best!

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The clock chimed; Mary sat bolt upright on the couch. Looking around she remembered where she was and what had happened the previous night. After her birthday party, Father Kirk had summoned her to his office. There, he had seduced her and taken her virginity. 

Pulling the blanket around her naked body, she stood up and looked around the room. Father Kirk’s office was masculine with heavy oak furniture and lamps placed around the room to provide indirect lighting. She shivered and looked down at the couch where she had lain with her legs spread and Father Kirk’s cock pounding into her. Her trembling increased and she sank to the floor in tears.

How could this have happened? She was going to join the Order and start her aspirancy. She had to meet with Sister Purity in a few moments and now was unsure of herself and what she wanted to do. Looking around the room, Mary realized she didn’t even know where her clothes were. Sniffling, she got up to go to the bathroom gripping the blanket tight around her. 

In the bathroom, Mary looked in the mirror. After all that had happened, her green eyes looked clear and sparkled with unshed tears. Her skin had a rosy glow making her look healthy and wholesome. She studied her reflection and wondered how she could look the same. She had been fucked. She had made love. She was no longer a virgin. She had even enjoyed it! She heard the clock outside chime again. 

Frantically she looked around the small bathroom and saw her clothes hanging on the door hook. As she began putting on her school uniform, she heard the first bell ring for classes. She thought of her innocent classmates skipping and laughing, going to class, unaware of the things that happened in the convent at night. Whimpering, splashing cold water on her face and rinsing her mouth out, Mary ran to the office door. She had thought the door had been locked, at least she heard the lock click last night; but the door opened readily to her pull. 

Going down the hall only a short way, Mary stood at the entrance of the sturdy old door to Sister Purity’s office and stifled a moan. Her stomach had butterflies flittering around inside it from nervousness. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” said Sister Purity. Sister Purity was pleased with Mary being prompt to their meeting.

Mary stepped just inside the door. “Sister, I…” Mary stuttered. “Sister, I need to talk to you.” 

Sister Purity looked up from her large walnut desk. Her blue eyes were clear and kind. Her complexion was creamy and reverent. “Dear Mary, please come in and sit down. What is troubling you?” Sister Purity watched Mary with concerned, knowing eyes. 

Mary came forward hesitantly and sat in the big padded chair in front of the desk. She sat up very straight with her ankles, not her legs, crossed; her hands folded submissively in her lap. “Sister Purity, I really don’t know where to begin. I’m confused and I… I…” she trailed off at the end and look down at her tightly clenched hands. 

“Take your time, dear Mary. Sometimes it takes a moment to gather our thoughts and put them into words for others to hear,” Sister Purity said kindly. She busied herself tidying her already tidy desk, giving Mary time to compose herself. Sister Purity blushed as she remembered watching Father Kirk seduce and rape her young charge. She had watched Mary writhe and moan as Father Kirk forced her body to respond to him. It took everything to sit still in her chair and let Mary gather her confused thoughts.

Mary finally glanced up and said tearfully, “Sister Purity, I… I don’t think I should join the Order.” 

“Why?” Sister Purity asked.

Haltingly, Mary whispered, “I can’t tell you.” Mary looked at the floor, big tears rolling down her cheeks. She loved the convent and the lifestyle here. She hated the thought of leaving and going out there where she didn’t understand anything.

Sister Purity had been expecting the innocent Mary to deny her calling after last night. She remembered feeling the same things as a young girl when she had been initiated into the Order. She had thought that sexual pleasure was to forever be denied her, not encouraged. How thankful she was when she found out that it was not true, that her purpose was to fulfill her commitment to God and man. 

Sister Purity could have taken several approaches to poor Mary’s dilemma but decided on the direct approach. She could still feel her own wetness and hard nipples from leaving Father Kirk just moments before. He had seen fit to relieve his own needs, but not hers. She was very aroused and needed relief and she felt that Mary would respond better to brusqueness. She said, “Mary, look at me.” When Mary looked at her she continued, “You can cry and snivel about what happened last night, even though you enjoyed almost every moment of it. Or you can confess in your heart that Father Kirk was only showing you the true way to live a life of total servitude and obedience.”

Sister Purity watched the look of shock on Mary’s face, her beautiful green eyes swimming in tears, her lips full and pouting. Sister Purity felt a twinge in her pussy. She squirmed slightly in her chair then stood up. “Come now, Mary, did you think that you were the only one? Not all, but a select few are allowed the privilege and duty of serving the Fathers. You have been chosen as one of them. You should be happy. Have you not always talked of entering the Order?” Sister asked.

“Y…Yes!” Mary exclaimed.

“Have you not learned to perform all the duties of the convent completely and with happiness?”

“Yes, Sister!”

“Up until last night, hadn’t you been planning on joining the Order? Only one thing was preventing your complete submission?”

Mary just sat looking at her, her sweet lips parted slightly.

“Isn’t that one thing you wanted to know about now known to you completely?”

Mary blushed. 

“Well, then little Mary, I don’t see the problem. Do you want to join the Order? Do you want to serve God in the best way you can as directed by the Fathers?” Sister bombarded her with questions.

“Stand up, Mary,” Sister Purity ordered.

Mary stood up obediently, her hands folded in front of her.

“Hands down to your sides, stand up straight. Be proud but not arrogant. You have been chosen Mary.” Sister Purity came up beside Mary and brought her hand up to her breast, her fingers finding the tender peak of her sore nipple and teasing it lightly through her clothing. “See Mary, your nipples are hard. The Father’s always know which of us will be most beneficial to serve the Order in all ways.” Her finger flicked Mary’s nipple through her school blouse. The hard little nub poked out proudly.

Mary began to back away from Sister Purity in confusion, shaking her head. She felt her body responding to Sister Purity’s commands and fingers. Her nipples were hard and aching, fully distended, engorged with tingling blood. Sister’s persistent fingers sent waves of pleasure through her awakened body. How could this happen? Had the whole world gone mad? But she had always adored Sister Purity and in some part of her brain, she knew that she enjoyed her touch. 

Sister Purity saw the emotions crossing Mary’s face and leaned towards her. “Mary, tell me right now. What do you want?”

“I want to belong here Sister Purity, with all my heart, I want to stay here.” Mary’s body trembled as she said the words that would commit here to stay in this place. She knew that she was saying yes to everything. Yes to God. Yes to the Order. Yes to Father Kirk and Sister Purity. Yes to her sexuality. She felt a wave of relief spread over. “I want to stay, Sister,” she said wonderingly.

Sister Purity smiled at Mary. “Then you shall, child. I’m so happy you will be joining the Order and staying here. What happened with Father Kirk can happen over and over. We are here to serve them, and God. Your body will be used to relieve them; their cocks will fill your pussy up; their fingers and tongues will lick you until you moan; your mouth will pleasure them.” Sister Purity watched as a blush spread over Mary as she spoke those intimate words.

“Not only that, sweet Mary, there are other duties you will perform,” Sister Purity said, her finger beginning to unbutton Mary’s blouse. Sister Purity’s body hummed with a flood of desire and lust for Mary. She had waited all these years to taste her sweet skin, smell her scent and hear her soft sighs. Now the time had finally come and she wanted to hurry it along.

“But, Sister Purity!” Mary exclaimed, trying to stop Sister Purity’s fingers from unbuttoning her blouse further. “Please, stop Sister, I don’t understand.”

Sister Purity put a finger to Mary’s lips, and said, “Shh, child. This is just one more part of the chosen ones duties in the Order. You will learn to please and be pleasing to all of us, just like we will be pleasing to you. The Father’s may rule supreme here, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have our own special times.” Sister Purity quickly finished taking off Mary’s blouse and unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor. “I know this is fast for you dear, but I’m on fire you see. Feel.” Sister Purity took Mary’s hand and brought it up to her heart.

Mary felt the flutter of Sister Purity’s heart in wonder, realizing that her own was matching it beat for beat. Then, with shock she realized she could feel the gentle soft swell of Sister Purity’s breast beneath her habit. Her newly awakened body was immediately flushed with desire while her mind screamed in denial. Standing in front of the Sister in just her bra and panties, socks and shoes she began to tremble with mixed emotions.

Taking Mary by the hand, Sister led her to a large, oversized chair and sat down, pulling the surprised and unresisting Mary into her lap. Sister Purity’s hands and fingers began to stroke and smooth her flushed skin. One hand traced the edge of her cotton panties. “Mmm, Mary, so soft and sweet. Did you like the way Father Kirk’s cock felt inside you? I bet you did.” She pulled Mary’s head down and began to gently kiss her still swollen lips. Her tongue licked them and teased the corners, and then she sucked on Mary’s lower lip. Sister couldn’t believe how sweet the young Mary tasted. Her fingers dipped inside Mary’s panties and tangled in the light covering of hair on her mons pubis, the heat and dampness making her moan slightly.

Mary was dizzy with confusion and arousal. She had never expected this and yet her feelings for Sister Purity were so strong, entwined with years of obedience, submission and guidance. Sister had taken her in as a small child, held her, helped her and taught her. She loved Sister Purity and had even thought about her in an innocent sexual way. And now, Sister was touching her, kissing her and wanting her. The knowledge was overwhelming, exciting and scary. Her young body, aroused from the intense initiation from Father Kirk the night before awakened under the persistent fingers of Sister Purity. 

Mary hesitantly began to kiss Sister Purity back, her sweet lips opening for the Sister’s warm tongue. She felt Sister’s fingers teasing her pubic hair and felt her vagina grow wet. Moaning, Mary lost herself in the sensations and put her arms around Sister Purity, pressing her almost naked body against the fabric of Sister’s habit. 

Sister Purity licked and kissed at Mary’s mouth. Her hands quickly unclasped the bra hooks and she pulled the bra off. She bent down and sucked one of Mary’s erect nipples into her mouth, letting her teeth lightly graze the tender hard flesh. She sucked harder until Mary was arching against her and moaning.

“Mary, stand up,” Sister Purity said breathing heavy and helped Mary to stand. Standing herself, she slid Mary’s panties down. Looking at Mary, Sister felt her clit tingle and throb, just the thought of sweet Mary naked had caused many nights of satisfying masturbation. Looking at her now was better than her imagination. Mary’s skin was so soft and glowed in the light, her pert breasts where full without being heavy, the nipples sweet exclamations at the peaks. Her waist was so trim and pretty with nice flaring hips. The light curl of hair at the juncture of her legs beckoned. The bobby socks and shoes added to the naughtiness.

Sister Purity leaned over and kissed Mary, then murmured in her ear, “Now darling Mary, undress me.” 

Mary hesitated then with trembling fingers, pulled the black veil off of Sister Purity. Sister Purity’s hair was light brown and cut short. Without her veil, her blue eyes seemed even bigger and prettier framed by curling tendril of hair. Mary looked up and saw Sister Purity nod. Biting her lip, she lifted the black habit up and over Sister Purity’s head. Gasping, Mary saw that there was nothing else on under the habit. Sister Purity was completely naked except the silver cross that was on a chain around nestled between two full, wonderful breasts. 

“Oh,” Mary breathed. 

Sister Purity stepped toward Mary and pressed her body against her. She kissed her long and deep, her tongue teasing Mary’s lips. She trailed hot kisses across her face to her ear and sucked the tender earlobe. Rubbing her hands up and down her back and then cupping Mary’s young bottom and squeezing it, the heat from Mary’s body making her crazy with desire. She slid her leg between Mary’s legs, parting them and let her thigh ride up to press against Mary’s damp labia. She could feel the labia separate and the wetness from Mary’s warm inner folds make her leg wet. Sister moaned as she felt the little nub of Mary’s clitoris poke at her leg. Getting a little weak kneed, Sister Purity stepped back, her eyes glazed with dark pleasure.

Taking Mary over to the chair, she said, “Sit back and relax, but pay attention to what I’m doing.” She pushed Mary into the chair and fell along beside her. Her tongue and lips began to explore and tease every part of Mary’s heated young flesh. Sister licked and nibbled along her neck and collarbone, down between her breasts. She sucked and licked the underside of Mary’s breasts before finally sucking her nipples. With one hand tweaking and pinching Mary’s nipple while her mouth was sucking and biting the other one, Sister let her other hand find the swollen clitoris aching between Mary's thighs.

Mary gasped in pleasure. Her skin extra sensitive, she moaned and writhed while Sister’s tongue and lips trailed lower on her body. When she finally felt Sisster’s tongue lapping at her clitoris she climaxed almost immediately. She felt a flood of juices seep out of her vagina and then Sister’s tongue licking her there. The feeling was too much for her and she began to cry.

Sister Purity nuzzled between Mary’s thighs licking and sucking her labia lips, her fingers gently working into her tight vagina. She heard Mary crying and began to suck on her clitoris again, wanting to bring her to another orgasm. Pressing one hand down just above her mons pubis, she stretched the skin away from Mary’s clitoris exposing the quivering pink nub of pleasure to her tongue. She felt young Mary’s hands lightly rest on her head. She knew the young girl was coming to terms with a lot of things, concepts that were forbidden and taboo. But she could feel Mary’s will drain away as she licked her and brought her pleasure.

Sister Purity pushed one then two fingers inside of Mary’s pulsing vagina, pushing them as far as she could and then forcing them in more. Pulling out she push three, then four fingers into Mary’s tight vagina. Sister Purity continued to lick Mary’s clitoris until she could feel her vagina squeezing and relaxing on her hand. Pulling her fingers out all the way, she brought her 4 fingers and thumb together in a point and placed them at the entrance to Mary’s vagina. Her hand was completely wet from Mary’s juices and she began to slowly push all her fingers and thumb into Mary’s tight, hot wet walls. 

Mary went rigid as she at this new stuffed feeling and thought for sure that Sister Purity was going to split her open. Then she moaned as her clitoris stretched sending lightning pleasure through her body in pulses as Sister Purity’s hand slowly invaded her. Her head rocked from side to side and she gasped for air, her belly jumping and quivering while she moaned. Her hands gripped the chair cushion above her head, displaying her body perfectly. Mary’s legs were wide apart and she had pulled them back exposing and opening herself completely to Sister Purity’s licks and hands. 

Sister Purity felt the heat of Mary’s vaginal walls close over her hand and she very gently made a fist. Carefully and slowly she moved her fist from side to side and up and down. Mary’s natural lubricant was coating her hand and wrist, the smell intoxicating. Sister Purity began to lick Mary’s clitoris in long, slow strokes from the tip to base over and over. She felt it swell on her tongue. The little nub had popped up swollen and red and Sister Purity flicked it with her tongue listening to Mary’s moans and sighs. Sister Purity felt her own clitoris swell and throb.

Mary closed her eyes and felt the unbearable tension build as she approached another orgasm. She thought she would go mad with needing to climax. She heard herself make incoherent animal noises until finally her entire lower region pulsed violently as she climaxed. Her body arched up off the chair and she screamed, her vaginal muscles clamping down on Sister Purity’s clenched fist buried inside her. 

Sister Purity held Mary down with one hand and continued to lick her through her orgasm. She felt every pulse as Mary climaxed on her hand and could feel the muscles of Mary’s belly tighten. When Mary fell back onto the chair, she eased her hand out of Mary’s vagina with a wet slurping sound. She crawled up beside Mary and held her close, crooning to her.

Mary was overcome with feelings. She held Sister Purity tightly, feeling her nakedness. She buried her face in Sister Purity’s neck while tears wet her cheeks. Her body still glowing, she began to kiss then lick Sister Purity’s neck. She didn’t stop herself or try to ask if this was ok. She didn’t want to think about anything that would make this stop. She thought she must be in some strange dream. All she knew is one moment her life made perfect ordered sense, and then it didn’t. 

Mary kissed Sister Purity’s neck again and heard her sigh. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her and wanted to know if she could do the same thing for Sister. Starting with her neck, Mary tried to do the same things that had been done to her. She was surprised when she felt Sister Purity respond. 

“Oh yes, sweet Mary, do just what I did to you,” Sister Purity cried out.

Mary felt a certain pride that Sister Purity was enjoying what she was doing. “I’m not sure what to do exactly,” Mary said tentatively. 

“Lick me Mary, lick my clitoris like I licked yours, please baby, I need to cum too,” Sister Purity begged.

Mary didn’t know if she wanted to do that. “Sister Purity, I don’t think I can!” Mary exclaimed. “I’m sorry, but, I… I…”

Mary didn’t have time to finish her sentence, she found herself grabbed by the hair and bent over the chair. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Mary let out a cry as Sister Purity’s bare hand spanked her round bottom. 

Sister Purity tried to control her temper, but she was too horny to put up with Mary’s little virgin act. 

SMACK!

Sister Purity enjoyed giving Mary a spanking and watching her young bottom turn red with her handprints. She could still see the moisture glistening on Mary’s puffy labia lips from her earlier orgasms. 




Broken Vows Ch. 4



“Oh, Sister Purity, I’m sorry!” Mary cried.

“Are you hesitant about your new responsibilities already, Mary? I’m disappointed in you. But you will find that even in the Order there are punishments for hesitation or unwillingness to perform your duties.” Sister Purity raised her hand for another resounding spank on Mary’s quivering bottom.

SMACK!

“Now, do you think you can perform the tasks set you by the Order? Remember that you have already agreed to become one of us.”

Crying now more from the humiliation than the pain, Mary begged, “Please Sister Purity, I’ll do what you ask.”

Sister Purity rubbed her hand across Mary’s now warm, red bottom. She ran a finger between her labia lips. “Mmm, Mary, so wet, did you like that little spanking? Get up now and let’s see how you do. I will teach you just what to do.”

Tearfully, Mary sat up and watched Sister Purity sit down and spread her legs. She gasped when she saw that Sister Purity had no hair at all between her legs, and looked up at her questioning.

“None of the chosen nuns of the Order have hair sweet Mary. We shave and keep ourselves clean, pure and smooth at all times. It increases the pleasure of the Fathers and you will enjoy it also. Now, I know this is your first time. Just kiss me there and then lick my clitoris dear.”

Mary bent over and smelled the musk of Sister Purity’s arousal. She planted the softest of kisses on Sister Purity’s hairless mons. 

Sister Purity moaned and arched upwards. “Please, Mary, lick me.”

This time, Mary licked. She was surprised that the taste was not bad at all, slightly musky and tangy. She lost herself in discovering the texture and contours of her mentor’s folds. Her tongue slid alongside Sister’s clitoris and then up and over it, eliciting hissing moans from Sister Purity. Startled, Mary said, “Did I hurt you?”

Moaning and laughing, Sister Purity said huskily, “No, you’re fine please more!”

Mary began to finger the outside of Sister Purity’s vagina while she licked her clitoris. The excitement of having little Mary for the first time and now having Mary licking her increased her arousal.

“Yes, Mary, push your fingers inside me now, and suck me baby, suck my clit!” Sister Purity cried out, her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples.

Mary sucked on Sister Purity’s clitoris and felt the swollen hardened nub against her tongue. She sucked it and swiped her tongue across the bud and then pushed three fingers into Sister Purity’s wet vagina. 

Sister Purity moaned her body bucking as an orgasm rushed over her nerve endings in a tidal wave of pleasure. The young girl licking her, using her fingers for the first time, learning to give her such wonderful pleasure caused her to orgasm quickly. She pulled Mary up to her and kissed her tasting her own juices on her fresh mouth. 

“Did I do ok, Sister?” Mary asked.

“Mmm, you did just fine, Mary,” Sister Purity beamed at Mary. 

“It’s very different isn’t it, than with the Father,” Mary said innocently.

“Oh yes, very different, but remember, the Fathers always come first,” Sister Purity said. “Now we must get you ready to face your first full day as a sister in the Order. You will not get your new name for six weeks. But you will begin to wear the white habit. For now, and if the Father’s choose, you will keep your beautiful head of hair, but you will need to shave your pubic area completely.” Sister Purity said all of this while standing up and going to her armoire and pulling out Mary’s new clothing. “As a member of the Order, you are never again permitted to wear anything but your habit, veil and sandals. Father Kirk will give you your cross. Take your shoes and socks off now and run into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I will get all of this ready for you.”

Mary bent to take off her shoes and socks. “Sister Purity? Is this, I mean what we just did, and what happened to me last night, is it…” Mary said and let the question trail off.

“Mary, like you, I wanted to commit myself to serve the Lord and help people. Like you, I went through confusion and denial when I was initiated in the special Order. But, I do believe that what we do is for the best. We make it possible for the Father’s to concentrate on their work, to hear the confessions of men and women alike without letting their own unfulfilled desires cause them discomfort and distraction. What we do is necessary and important. I believe that, I really do,” Sister Purity said with conviction. “I think you know in your heart, this is right for you too. I don’t think you could have been happy in the Order in another role, do you?”

Mary looked down at her feet and said, “No, I don’t think I could have been.”

“Quick now, go take a shower, you will be fine,” Sister Purity said. She watched Mary run off to the bathroom to take a shower, her young, strong body sweet to watch. As soon as the door closed to the bathroom, Sister Purity looked at the privacy screen.

Father Kirk came out from behind the screen and smiled at Sister Purity. “Very nicely done, Sister. She belongs to us now. The Order is stronger by one more today. Come here,” Father Kirk ordered.

Father Kirk held Sister Purity in a tight embraced his hands running all over her naked body. “Mmm, you feel good after a good fuck, Sister. But I have to go take care of business now. Send our new sister to Father Flanigan tonight. He will be instructing Father Jameson in the delights of his new Order. You come see me,” Father Kirk murmured in her ear.

Concerned for Mary, Sister Purity said, “So soon after last night though? Are you sure?”

“Are you questioning me, Sister?” Father Kirk asked with an edge of hardness in his voice.

Looking down, Sister Purity said, “No, of course not.”

“Fine, then get yourself dressed and get Mary dressed and about her duties. Both of you should take naps this afternoon.” With that, Father Kirk walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Fresh and slightly damp still, Mary came out of the bathroom and saw that Sister Purity was dressed. She went over to her and took the new white habit with trembling fingers. “I’m so happy, Sister Purity,” Mary said.

“I know child, I know. Now put those on and let’s get started with the day. We will be taking naps this afternoon and tonight will be here soon enough,” Sister Purity said, helping Mary get into her new religious clothing.

“What’s happening tonight, Sister Purity?” Mary asked.

“Just get dressed and enjoy the beginning of your new life, Mary. Tonight will be here soon enough,” Sister Purity said and sighed. She gave Mary a sweet kiss on the cheek and then headed for the door.

Mary looked around the room and walked after Sister Purity. She now had on the white veil and habit of the Order. She walked self-consciously. She felt the material of the habit on her bare skin, rubbing her achy nipples and swishing against her still red bottom. Her sandals made the smallest little click as she walked. She looked down the hall and saw Father Kirk watching her. She felt an instant tingle between her thighs and blushed. 

Father Kirk smiled at little Mary.

To Be Continued...



Broken Vows Ch. 5



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, thank goodness. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. Chapters 1, 2, 4 and 5 are in Non-Consent; Chapter 3 is in Incest. A big *MUAH* to my faithful readers, love ya!

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Sister Mary stopped lecturing as the bell rang.

“Goodbye class and have a wonderful, safe Spring Break. Be sure to say your prayers!” Sister Mary said loudly over the hum of children’s voices.

The children raced out the door waving, shouting good-byes chattering excitedly about their plans for the coming vacation. Most of them would be returning home. A few would stay over, forgotten or neglected by parents and relatives. It was these children that her heart went out too. 

After her parent’s death when she was eight, her relatives had sent her here and left her. She had grown up at the convent and school for girls learning to love the life of the nun. She had decided to join the Order upon graduation, but had felt confusion over the sexual awakening of her young body. On the night of her 18th birthday, she had been summoned by Father Kirk and taught about the special Order of nuns that fulfilled the needs and desires of the Fathers. He had seduced her and taken her virginity forcibly, yet at the same time making sure she enjoyed it. She had had several orgasms and was quite shattered by the entire episode.

The next morning, her meeting with Sister Purity had gone equally strangely. She had been prepared to tell Sister Purity that she could not stay and take her vows. However, Sister Purity had other ideas and had introduced young Mary into lesbian love. Mary had been so overcome by hormones and sexual satisfaction that she professed her desire to stay in the Order. This of course meant she would be in the special Order of nuns and required to serve the Fathers and even the other Sisters as needed. Still shy and unsure about her place in the Order, Mary had adapted as best she could. Her normal duties of teaching, helping in the dorms, working at the homeless shelter and other responsibilities were still a significant part of her life. She found she spent many hours on her knees in prayer also.

Mary looked up at the empty classroom and sighed. She walked around the room, her white habit swishing, and put the desks and papers in order. Looking around the room one last time, she saw that everything was neat and tidy. Mary smiled and turned off the light, closed the door and locked it.

Mary looked up in time to see Father Kirk disappear into his office with a visitor to the parish. She blushed as she thought of Father Kirk’s office and how he had fucked her in there. She leaned against the wall remembering how his hands, lips and fingers had invaded her body, making her sigh and moan. She felt moisture dampening her thighs and her nipples hardening against her habit. She almost always felt aroused, completely naked under her habit. She had not been allowed to wear any clothing since joining the Order. All the nuns in the Order were required to go naked under their habits. She also shaved her legs and between her legs completely. This made her extra sensitive to the material of the soft habit brushing against her smooth legs like a caress. It also seemed to keep her wet and ready.

Pushing off from the wall, Mary walked slowly down the hall and past Father Kirk’s door. The door opened.

“Ah! Mary, just the person I wanted to see. Please step into my office, there is someone I would like you to meet,” Father Kirk said. He opened the door to his office and smiled at Mary, motioning her inside.

Mary’s heart fluttered as she stepped inside. She looked up and saw that the visitor was none other than her Uncle Benton. 

“Uncle!” Mary exclaimed, flustered. “Uncle Benton, I’m so happy to see you. I didn’t know you were coming?” The last came out as a question. She had no idea why her Uncle Benton would come here. She had been here for over 10 years and he had never come for anything. He had paid for her schooling, but that had been with the money that he received when her parents had died. Why he had come now she had no clue.

“Well, well Mary. Let me look at you! Look how you have grown. Into a very nice young lady indeed,” Uncle Benton said. His eyes traveled up and down the white habit and rested back on her face. “Father Kirk was telling me that you excepted your aspirancy recently. I’m not surprised and quite pleased actually.” 

Uncle Benton continued to look at her until she felt uncomfortable. She wondered what this was all about.

“Actually Mary, his being here has something to do with you and your dowry, I guess would be the best way to put it,” Father Kirk said. Father Kirk picked up a sheet of papers and looked at them. “It seems that you are a very rich young lady Mary. Your Uncle Benton has come forward to see how best to handle this since you have joined the Order and have no need of material possessions. The church provides all for you.” Father Kirk looked at Mary and saw a slow blush spread across her cheeks. Lovely, just lovely he thought as he cock grew hard in his robes.

Uncle Benton watched Mary too and noticed the pink flush highlight her cheeks. Incredible, so sweet and pretty. To bad he had not known about this little beauty that had been tucked away all these years, he thought to himself. “Ahem, yes, well, so here I am Mary wondering what to do with all this money. Technically it is your money and since you are of age, the funds have legally reverted to your name for management and dispersal.” He looked back to Father Kirk.

Mary looked from one to the other and wondered what they wanted from her. She didn’t care what happened to the money. She planned on remaining in the Order forever. Looking at Father Kirk, she asked, “Father? What do I need to do?” 

At that moment, Uncle Benton interrupted her. “Mary, would you mind waiting outside for a bit, I have something to discuss with Father Kirk. Please? If you don’t mind?”

Mary looked to Father Kirk and he nodded. “Of course, Uncle Benton, Father, I’ll be right outside the door when you need me again.” Leaving the room in a swish of white habit, she made a wonderful picture of wholesome innocence. She left and closed the door gently behind her. How strange she thought. I’m rich but not for long I suppose. I guess I will give the money to Uncle Benton. Or should I give it to the church? I don’t know what to do! She waited outside the door for perhaps 10 minutes. Not that she would try to eavesdrop, but still she could not hear even a murmur of voices. How strange she thought. I can’t hear a thing going on in there. I wonder if the room is soundproof? Blushing she remembered her screams and moans. It must be or surely they would have called the police I was so loud, she thought.

Finally the door opened and Father Kirk led her back into the room.

“Mary, after going over the legal documents with Mr. Benton, I became aware of a clause the said if for any reason you were not able or available to accept the monies from the fund your parents left you, the money would revert to your Uncle. However, he has made the church a very generous offer under certain circumstances.” 

Mary looked at Father Kirk and waited. She had always been attracted to his charismatic personality and after having him take her body sexually, she loved him totally. 

Father Kirk continued, “I want you to go with Uncle Benton now and he will bring you back tomorrow. You are to do whatever he asks you to do. He will not hurt you.” At the last statement he looked at Uncle Benton, making the man squirm.

Mary was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe her ears. “But Father! Please Father, I…” Mary wailed and began to cry.

A resounding slap on her face halted her words. Father Kirk stood as if he done nothing. He looked at Uncle Benton and said, “Please excuse Mary and I for a moment.” It was an order not a request. Uncle Benton scurried out of the room and closed the door.

Father Kirk looked at Mary crying softly, the imprint of his big hand on her lovely cheek. “Mary, dear Mary. Did you think that your life would always be smooth and perfect? Sometimes you have to do things for the church that you find abhorrent. Come here to me, child.” Father Kirk held his arms out to Mary.

Mary stumbled into them and cried on Father Kirk’s shoulder. He stroked her back for a few moments then rearranged her white veil. “Shh, child. This will provide the church with money for a new section of classrooms, and addition to the library and funding for scholarships. All for a taste of your sweet innocence.”

“H…how can you make me d…do this, Father? I thought that I would be serving only you, the Fathers and my Sisters. Not…anyone else, please Father I don’t make me do this. Isn’t there any other way?” Mary begged tearfully. She clung to Father Kirk her mentor and first lover.

“Mary, look at me,” Father Kirk said. Lifting her face with his fingers until her tear-filled eyes were looking at his, he said, “This is the way I want it to be. You will do this because I tell you to. You will do this to the best of your ability because it is what is needed. You will give yourself to your Uncle, open your mouth and legs to him let him fuck you any way he wishes. You will do this because you have given yourself to this Order, and to me. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” Mary whispered her thoughts confused and shocked. She listened as Father Kirk went on, barely hearing him as he spoke.

“I have explained to him that you are untrained and very naive. He is not expecting miracles here. He is enthralled with the concept of taking you because you are forbidden. Before he leaves here, the money will already be signed over to the church. However, you must fulfill the church’s bargain to make the signature binding. I am going to get him now and you will leave with him. He has promised to bring you back, unharmed tomorrow. For your peace of mind, he will be followed to ensure that he does as he says. Mary, you are important to us and we will not let anything harm you. We want you back. I want you back.” With that, Father Kirk kissed her mouth hard and pulled her into a tight embrace. Letting her go he said again, “I want you back, Mary, remember that.”

Mary touched her lips where Father Kirk had kissed them, still feeling the tingle of his touch. She was dazed by what was happening. She looked up with trepidation as her Uncle Benton came back into the room, all smiles.

“Everything settled then?” He asked cheerfully, just like he was negotiating on a new car or pony. While waiting outside the door, he had been thinking of all the delicious, nasty fun he would have with his niece. By God, he had not known what a looker she was or he would have had her living with him all this time. Of course, now he had basically just paid a fortune to fuck her but it was with her own money. They whole thing amused him to no end. He was filthy rich already, with the emphasis on filthy. He couldn’t wait to see if he could shock the composure of his niece the nun. She looked so pristine, so pure in her white habit and veil. He couldn’t wait to corrupt her.

“Mary,” Father Kirk said, looking at her.

Mary cleared her suddenly dry throat and whispered, “Yes, Uncle Benton, everything is settled.” She went and stood beside him and realized how tall he was. Looking at him for the first time as a woman would look at a man, she saw the hard glint in his gray eyes. Even under his suit she could tell he worked out and was strong. His blonde hair had an expensive cut that let a lock of hair fall rakishly across his forehead. She supposed most women and some men would consider him handsome. She just felt revulsion.

Father Kirk watched Mr. Benton head toward the door with Mary following. “Mr. Benton,” he called.

“Yes?” Mr. Benton replied, stopping and turning around his hand grabbed Mary’s wrist possessively.

“Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m., no later,” Father Kirk said the tone of his voice holding a hint of threat.

“Of course, Father, as we agreed,” Mr. Benton said dryly. S.O.B. he thought. You just sold your newest, youngest, most naive nun to me for money. Hypocrite. He left the room and headed for the outer door.

Father Kirk called Father Jameson and Father Flanigan into his office. He waited only a few moments until they arrived.

“Yes, Father Kirk?” Father Jameson the newest Father to the Order asked.

“Father Flanigan, Jameson, I want you both to follow that despicable man that just left with our Mary. Make sure he does not hurt her, but do not interfere otherwise. She is to be back here by 3:00 p.m. tomorrow. Be sure that happens. Go now.” After they left, he sent for Sister Purity, the stress of the situation causing him to need relief. He didn’t relish telling his sister what had just happened, but he knew just how to shut up her ranting.

Father Flanigan and Jameson went immediately without asking questions. They had thought young Mary was to be theirs tonight, but plans change. They trusted Father Kirk completely and unquestioningly. Climbing into the convent car, they were just able to catch Mr. Benton and Mary leaving the grounds. They followed behind him at a discreet distance. 

As soon as they got on the road, Uncle Benton said, “Lift up your habit, girl, I want to see your thighs. I want to drive down the road with a nun in my car and her thighs exposed.” He laughed a little and watched with interest as his niece raised her white habit slowly. “Take all the time you want, Mary, just gets me more excited.” He glanced down as her habit went up over her knees. “More, Mary, all the way up to your little snatch, if you don’t mind.”

Mary couldn’t help a cry escaping her lips as tears streamed down her face. Her hands bunched up the voluminous habit until it was gathered up around her hips. Her long legs, shaved smooth gleamed in the sunlight. She felt more exposed now than ever before with Father Kirk or Sister Purity. 

Uncle Benton looked up at Mary’s tears and said, “Ah, yes that’s nice Mary. I like that you know.” He reached over to her leg and slid his hand up her inner thigh. “Mmm, very smooth Mary. Who do you shave for hmmm?” His hand stroked her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy making her squirm back against the seat. “So silent little Mary? Taken a vow of silence?” Benton laughed at his own play on words. “I’ll have you talking before too long, Mary, saying things you can’t even imagine.”

Uncle Benton removed his hand from her thigh and negotiated a turn on a highway cloverleaf, then put it back. “Turn more this way Mary, I can’t reach you quite,” he said. “By George!” He exclaimed as his fingers found Mary’s hairless, bald crotch. “You little minx! You are shaved bald.” His fingers pinched her tender mons. “Not to mention the fact that you don’t have any panties on. Well, well, isn’t that enlightening. Makes me rethink this nun business completely. How delightful!” He fingers explored between Mary’s legs until he found her wet slit. Running his fingers up and down her slit, he pushed his fingers inside her.

“You are a wet little thing, Mary. What naughty business have you been up to in that convent? How interesting.” He finger fucked her while they drove, seemingly tireless, listening to the wet slurping sounds his fingers made buried in his nieces cunt. He barely looked at Mary and didn’t expect or want a response from her. “Spread you legs wider Mary, that’s a girl.” He pushed his fingers deep into her and put his thumb on her clitoris. He felt the tiny bud swell under his thumb and smiled. Popping it back and forth he felt his niece get wetter, coating his fingers. Still watching the road, he heard a small gasp from her. Glancing over at her he caught her with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched trying to deny the pleasure she was receiving. Her naked legs were wide apart as ordered and he could see his fingers buried in her cunt between her bald pussy lips, which glistened with her juices. He nearly shot his load right then. “Whew! Mary I better stop this right now before I make a mess,” he said crudely. Taking his fingers out of her and his thumb off her clit, he left her hanging there, so close to orgasm that he knew she was in agony. “It’s ok Mary, I’ll take care of that little problem in a bit.” He hummed to himself as he drove.

Mary, glassy eyed, stared out the front window of the car. Her mind refused to acknowledge what was happening to her. This horrible stranger, her uncle, had bought her services for the night. She was appalled and disgusted. Even more so since she had been about to climax because of what he was doing to her. She shuddered and began to sit up and straighten her habit around her legs again.

Uncle Benton’s hand shot out and he said amused, “No, no. I want your habit to stay up so I can see your naughty little nuns cunt.”

Mary was mortified but did as she was told. They rode in silence for a few more miles and then turned onto an old gravel drive approaching an old, distinguished looking hotel. It was set back in a forest of trees and looked like an old English estate with ivy covering the walls. Two men dressed in a tuxes came to open the doors as they drove up. Mary began to push down her habit.

“No!” Benton said sharply.

Mary’s hands trembled as she placed them helplessly on the seat. One man went to open the door for Uncle Benton, the other to her door. Her man waited until Uncle Benton was standing by him before he opened her door. When he opened it, she was too paralyzed to move. If she got out of the car, her entire pussy would be exposed to all three men. 

“Come Mary,” Uncle Benton said impatiently. “Help her out Hensley, my good man.” Uncle Benton’s eyes glittered as he watched Mary place one foot down on the gravel, her legs spread for just a moment exposing her bald cunt to their view. 

Mortified, Mary scrambled out of the car, her habit finally falling down around her feet. She glanced briefly up at the man called Hensley and thought she saw a fleeting look of kindness and sympathy. Her head spinning with despair she followed Uncle Benton up the steps of the hotel. Entering the main lobby, she took in the antique rugs and furniture, the simple, understated elegance of old money. With Hensley and the other man on each side of her, she watched helplessly as Uncle Benton secured a room for them. She had no idea what he told the man at the counter. She didn’t think that he would care at all what was happening to her. For all he knew, she was a whore dressed like a nun. He probably didn’t care anyway. It was obvious this place would cater to the whims and avarice of the moneyed. Instinctively she began backing away only to feel Hensley softly, but firmly grab her wrist with strong fingers. She felt a chill go up her spine.

Uncle Benton completed the arrangements swiftly. He came to this out-of-the-way hotel specifically for his more base dalliances. The help was discreet, the service impeccable and the rooms soundproof.

“Thank you Mosley. As usual, please have dinner sent up around 8:00 p.m.” Uncle Benton said casually. He then turned away from the clerk and leaned against the counter looking at Mary. His little niece Mary. How pretty she looked standing like a frightened rabbit caught in a trap. Her eyes glittered with fear and he could see her breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her breathing. He noticed Hensley’s fingers gripping her wrist lightly. How amusing, the little rabbit wanted to run. Pushing off from the counter, and tossing the key to the room in his right hand, he moved to the winding staircase. “Come along,” he said. Walking slowly up the plush, carpeted stairs, he reached the landing. 

“James, thank you. You may go. Hensley, bring our little rabbit please.” Uncle Benton went to the last room at the far end of the hallway. Opening the door, he pushed it open and allowed Hensley to drag the reluctant Mary inside the room. He closed the door and locked it.




Broken Vows Ch. 5



Mary looked around the suite of rooms. She could see a huge bedroom through one doorway, a small kitchenette to one side and the large living area she stood in. There was a fireplace and windows lined two wall that looked out at the trees and a small lake. If circumstances were different, she would have loved the old world look to the room. The antiques and rugs had an old English flavor. Her gaze finally rested on Uncle Benton. With a heartbeat of boldness, she asked, “Why?” 

Uncle Benton laughed. “Why? Why not? Because I can? Because I asked and your idolized Father Kirk agreed. I saw the way you looked at him. You are really quite transparent. I even hinted as much to him and he didn’t deny it. So to buy my silence, not to mention more classrooms etc. he agreed to let me have you. You should be happy Mary, I wanted you back forever. He gave me only tonight. So let’s not waste any of my time.” 

Benton looked at Hensley. “Strip her,” he said coldly. He sat down in a wing back chair like it was his throne. And for all practical purposes, he was king of this room right now. He could do anything and get away with it. He knew it and loved it.

“Uncle no!” shouted Mary. “Please I beg you don’t do this. You will defile God and me. Please Uncle, please,” Mary broke down sobbing and tried to wrench her wrist away from Hensley. Hopefully she looked at Hensley, “Please Hensley, please don’t do this?” She waited breathlessly, hoping.

Hensley cleared his throat and said respectfully, “I’m sorry Miss.” He then yanked her toward him and pulled her white nun’s veil off her head. Her luxurious rich honey brown hair fell down around her shoulders. As it framed her face, her rich green eyes flared in despair. Hensley ignored the agony of her eyes and proceeded to lift her habit over her struggling body. “Please Miss, I’ll hurt you if you don’t quit struggling!” He grunted as he wrestled with her.

Mary yanked and pulled trying to get her wrist free but Hensley’s grip on her was too strong. She screamed when she felt her habit pulled over her head until it hung on the arm he was gripping. She scooted back and around him trying to hide from her watching Uncle. Crushing her wrist he wrestled her in front of him, exposing her naked body to Benton. Quickly, he grabbed her with his other arm around her ribs, just under her bare breasts and let go of her wrist. Her habit fell to the floor in a whoosh, degraded and discarded on the floor like a used towel.

Mary fought Hensley for all she was worth, stomping on his foot, kicking back at his shins. She grabbed for his arms and flung her elbows back at him attempting to make him let her go.

Hensley, in an effort to subdue her, grabbed both flailing wrists and pulled them back up high behind her back, making her squeal and rise to her tiptoes. Her head was thrown back in agony, resting on his shoulder. Her breasts were thrust forward by the arch of her back, her nipples dark and angry jutting out defiantly. She danced on her tiptoes, trying to ease the ache on her shoulders. Hensley glanced down at the naked squirming girl. He saw the flutter of the vein just beneath the skin on her delicate neck and the beautiful form of her breasts and body. He was not immune to handling a naked squirming girl and his cock rose and throbbed painfully in his trousers. Breathing hard from the fight, he looked up to see what Mr. Benton wanted next.

“Nicely done Hensley, bring her forward please,” Benton said.

Hensley walked Mary toward Benton on her tiptoes, afraid to let up on her for fear she would kick out at him or worse, Mr. Benton. 

Whimpering, Mary tiptoed forward, her shoulders throbbing in agony until she began to beg, “Please, Hensley, please let up please.” 

“Not quite yet, little Mary, Mary quite contrary,” said Benton. He waited until Hensley had moved the girl directly between his insolently spread legs, her naked body flushed and quivering. He took his index finger and licked it, flicking it back and forth across her nipple. He licked it again and flicked the other nipple. His cock twitched in his pants. He reached up and pinched both nipples firmly then lifted her up, up, up.

The agony was excruciating and Mary bellowed indelicately in pain. It felt like her nipples were being ripped off her breasts. 

Suddenly, Benton released the little nubs of pain and watched her breasts bounce back jiggling into place. Just lovely he thought. Curiously he said, “Mary, will you obey me? If I tell Hensley to let you go, will you behave yourself?” He grabbed a pinch of flesh on the underside of her arm and twisted it cruelly, causing another shout of pain from the poor girl.

“Yes! Uncle yes!” Mary screamed.

“Release her, Hensley,” Benton said.

Gratefully, Hensley released the poor child. She crumpled at his feet, down between Benton’s legs.

Benton looked at the weeping girl, naked on the floor between his legs. Just the way he liked them. “Remember, Mary, you said you would behave yourself. I hope you do, for you sake,” Benton said, the threat evident in his words. Benton twined his fingers in Mary’s hair and pulled it back till her tear-streaked face was tilted up towards him. He looked at her and smiled.

Mary knelt naked between his legs and looked at him smile at her. She realized in that instant that he could hurt her without remorse. He had an odd detachment from things that she couldn’t define, but she was suddenly very scared.

“You see, I like a bit of struggle in a girl at first, but afterwards it’s rather tiresome,” he said. “I want you to be good now.” He stroked her cheek with one finger wiping away the tears. He smoothed his finger across her eyelids and wiped her tears there. “There now, no more tears.”

Breathing shallow, her heart pounding in her chest she gulped back her sobs and tried to compose herself – hard to do naked and bruised, kneeling in front of this sadist. How could Father Kirk do this to her? How could he?

Leaning back in the chair, still looking at her, he told Hensley, “Let the cat out of the bag, Hensley.” 

Mary was totally confused until she felt Hensley lean over her and saw his hands undo Benton’s belt, unzip his zipper and pull out a huge, stiff prick. Gasping, Mary saw that Benton’s cock was easily 9 inches long and very wide. She fell back against Hensley’s legs, which prevented her from further escape. She couldn’t take her eyes off the huge throbbing monstrosity before her. 

“Stroke it,” Benton said.

Hensley reached over her and started to grab Benton’s cock.

“Not you, you idiot, her!” Benton hissed.

Mary almost laughed from the craziness of it all, until she looked up and saw Benton’s hard glittering gray eyes boring into hers. 

“Help her up on her knees Hensley, she is quite overcome I think,” said Benton dryly.

Hensley reached under Mary’s arms and pulled her into a kneeling position, he took Mary’s hand and wrapped it around Benton’s throbbing, engorged cock and let go.

At first, Mary just held the enormous pulsing meat in her fist. Still afraid of her Uncle Benton, she began to stroke up and down the length of the shaft. Her small hand would barely go around the big column of cock meat. She felt humiliated knowing that Hensley was watching everything. She didn’t even have the courtesy of privacy to her shame.

“Kneel down behind Mary and fondle her breasts Hensley,” Benton said languorously, watching from heavy lidded eyes. 

Mary felt Hensley’s warm body against her back. His heavy breathing was in her ear as his arms went around her. She continued to slowly pump Uncle Benton’s rigid cock as she felt Hensley’s warm, strong fingers kneading, stroking and caressing her breasts. He ignored her nipples, which made them ache even more. Mary couldn’t help herself, she leaned back against him, his body catching hers, holding her upright. She never let up firmly stroking Uncle Benton’s cock.

“Mouth,” said Benton.

Hensley pushed Mary’s face toward Uncle Benton’s cock until her nose was almost mashed against it. Leaning over her he whispered, “Lick him you foolish girl, lick him like you mean it, lick him like you like it or he will hurt you.” Hensley’s cock raged captive in his trousers. How he hated and loved this man. He could barely think for feel of this young girl helpless between them, his cock pressed firmly against her bare backside. 

Mary stroked the long, thick shaft with her hand, licking the top of the bulbous head with her sweet, warm, wet tongue.

“Ah, yes, little nun, like that,” Benton said, breathing out slowly.

Hensley resumed his caresses to her breasts, circling the nipples, zeroing in on them like sharks to prey. He breathed into her ear; his head pressed against hers as he finally felt the firm peaks on his fingers. He stroked them and flicked them back and forth, feeling her shudder under him. He could smell her scent, musk mixed with fear and adrenaline. He let out a moan.

Mary was dizzy with sexual tension, hers, theirs all around her. She began to lick and suck the head of her uncle’s cock, tasting the salt of his precum. Pursing her lips, she stroked his cock, giving little sucks to just the tip of Benton’s cock, sucking the precum out, licking the head with her velvety tongue. She could feel Hensley’s hard cock through his trousers pressing against her bare bottom, nestled in the crack of her ass. His fingers were driving her senses wild as they stoked the fires that were in her tender, aching nipples. She let out a moan.

“Yes,” murmured Benton, totally relaxed back in the chair, his throne. Arms decadently hanging down beside the chair, Mary do all the work. He just enjoyed the sensation of his niece’s tongue on his prick, licking the head, her hand stroking the entire length of his fat cock. He watched them through slit eyes. Watched Hensley fondle the young nun, his niece. Watched Mary licking his cock, moaning every now and then as Hensley stroked her nipples. 

The girl’s tongue felt incredible. She was really getting into it. Licking and sucking it like a candy. Sweet nun niece. Sweet, nice, nun, niece. His mind wandered as she sucked him. It felt so good. 

“Is she wet, Hensley?” He asked thickly, his speech slurred with debauchery. He watched Hensley reach down to Mary’s bald, baby-smooth snatch and cup her.

“Yes, Sir, very wet,” Hensley said hoarsely. He took advantage and pressed his palm against her clitoris, feeling the swollen little bundle of nerves. He vibrated his hand back and forth eliciting a long moan from Mary.

“Ah, I like that, make her moan on my cock some more Hensley, but I don’t want her to cum,” Benton said. His cock swelled even more as he watched the head stretch his nieces mouth wide, saw the circumference bulge her cheeks outwards like a chipmunk. With a slight detachment he felt her switch hands, then surprisingly, he felt fingers stroking his balls. She moaned some more.

Mary’s mind whirled beyond thinking as she sucked the fat hunk of cock meat. Hensley’s palm manipulated her clitoris back and forth and sent wicked pleasure through her feverish body. Hensley’s other arm was around her stabilizing her, his cock throbbing between her bare ass cheeks. She couldn’t help it, she was aroused, crazy with desire. She gave in to it. Acknowledged it and accepted it.

Moaning, she sucked the fat head of her Uncle’s cock deeper into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the velvety surface and the thick ridge. Her fingers gripped him tighter, her others teasing his balls. She began to grind her clitoris against Hensley’s palm, feeling the wetness of her own juices on his hand. Mashing her clitoris against his palm she heard Hensley moan, this excited her even more. Shuddering, she whimpered while continuing to suck Benton’s cock head.

“Stop you fool, she’s going to cum,” Benton said harshly to Hensley. 

Mary moaned, obediently still sucking. 

“Very good Mary, stop now,” Uncle Benton said.

Hensley pulled Mary off of Benton’s cock. Holding her up. 

Benton looked at Mary, disheveled and wanton, her hair mussed, her face smeared with saliva and his own precum. ‘Mmm, Mary. Pretty nun niece who sucks my cock so delightfully.”

Mary blushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. She looked at his thick wet cock in dismay. It was still hard, fat and throbbing.

“Take more than a bit of head to make this old thing go down, Mary,” Benton said and chuckled. He grabbed the base of his cock and waggled it back and forth, watching Mary’s eyes follow it.

“Hensley, help dear Mary up and escort her to the necessary room, clean her up a bit won’t you? Then present her back to the bedroom, on the bed. You know how I want her,” Benton said. “And Hensley? No taking pity on her and getting her off while in the water closet.” Benton looked at Hensley knowingly. “You are such a pushover, marshmallow Hensley.”

“Quite right, Sir, as you say,” Hensley muttered. He pulled Mary up and caught her as she wobbled. Picking her up easily in his arms, he carried her off to the bathroom to Benton’s laughter.

Mary tiredly nestled her head against the gentle giant. “Hensley, won’t you please get me out of here?” She asked without much hope. She understood now that for whatever reason, Hensley would do anything that Benton asked of him. Strangely, this didn’t make her hate Hensley but like him. 

“No, Miss, sorry,” Hensley said after a moment’s pause. He deposited her in the bathroom and pointed to the toilet. 

“Absolutely not with you watching me!” She cried, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring at him, her green eyes spitting sparks.

He hissed at her, “Be quiet you little fool! You will go over there and relieve yourself now. It’s either that or go through the humiliation of an enema with our Master Benton out there! He will fill you so full you will burst in front of anyone. Now get over there and pee!” Hensley begged her with his eyes.

She quickly understood the lessor of two evils and promptly sat on the pot. “I can’t!” She wailed. “Not with you watching me, at least turn your back, please?” She sat as primly as possible on the toilet, too tense to urinate.

“Not a chance, little Miss, you would probably attack me with the toilet paper roll. Now do it quick before he gets tired of waiting.”

Mary covered her her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. “You are not here, you are not here, you are not here,” she chanted. Finally, a steady yellow stream of urine rushed from her, filling the blue water of the toilet bowl, making it green. 

Hensley almost laughed as he watched the girl cover her ears and squeeze her eyes shut. In fact, he did laugh but silently. She was so proper and so wanton all at the same time. The contradictions in her were so delicious.

She finished and looked up at him blushing as red as a lobster. “There! Are you happy you horrible man?”

“No, the other now,” he said, quite seriously. “I wasn’t lying about the enema Mary, please do this or it will be much worse for you. I’m sorry, I am, but you must.”

The color drained from Mary’s face and she whispered to Hensley, “Please Hensley, please, I’ll do as you ask but please turn around and cover your ears. I promise, I swear, and I am a nun Hensley, I swear I will not attack you. Where would I go anyway Hensley, you would catch me, Uncle Benton would catch me. I know there is nothing for me to do but get this wretched night over with so I can return to the convent. But there is no way in hell that I can, that I can do that with you watching me!” She finished with a high-pitched squeak to her voice.

“Shh, fine but hurry Mary. When you are done, tap me on the shoulder.” Hensley wasn’t sure he could trust Mary, but he gave her the benefit of a doubt. After all, she had sworn and she was a nun. That had to mean something.

Mary took advantage of Hensley’s cooperation and quickly finished her business and cleaned herself up. Flushing the toilet, she tapped Hensley on the shoulder and suddenly found herself in face down on the tile floor of the bathroom with Hensley’s knee in her back.

“Oh my, sorry Mary, reflex you know,” Hensley said apologetically. He helped her up. He led her to the big counter next to the sink. Laying a big, plush towel on the counter he said, “Hop up there Mary and spread those delightful legs of yours for me please.”

“I beg your pardon?” Mary asked incredulously. 

“Mary, if you are going to question my every request Mr. Benton will come in here and find out what the problem is. When he figures out you are not cooperating, he will hurt you. Now, climb up there and spread, your, legs.” Hensley looked at her sternly, his voice deadly serious and punctuating his command.

Mary sighed and clambered up onto the counter and shyly spread her legs open. She looked up at the ceiling while Hensley soaped and then shaved her pubic area, removing any stubble. As he stretched her skin this way and that, scrapping the razor over her delicate skin, she shivered. She held her breath, as he scraped close by her clitoris.

“Breath or you will pass out,” Hensley said exasperated.

“Well, if it was your hair that was being shaved by your cock you wouldn’t breathe either!” She exclaimed indignantly.

Rinsing her off, Hensley ran his hand over the shaved area checking for stray hairs or stubble. “There, all finished. Smooth as silk, soft as velvet. Back out we go love, for round 2.”

In the meantime, Benton had been listening by the door, enjoying the banter between the two of them. He stroked his cock to keep it hard. When he heard them begin to finish up, he walked quickly into the kitchen area to check the clock. Ah, nearly 8:00 p.m. Time for dinner to come he thought, delighted.

“Hensley! Come here with our luscious trollop, quick.” Benton sat in his throne chair again, his cock huge and red, hanging out from his pants. “Hensley, dinner is about to come. Stand by my chair and pull out your cock from your trousers. Mary, kneel in front of us. Quickly now!” He said sharply.

Hensley moved beside Benton’s chair and pulled his cock out. It was a healthy 7 inches and thick. The head a dusty rose in color, the shaft a paler ivory with faint blue veins showing in the shaft. He sucked in a hissing breath as Benton grabbed his cock and jerked it a few times.

“There! Better. Mary don’t stand there with your mouth open, kneel down girl!” Benton said like an excited child. 

Naked, Mary did as her crazy Uncle requested. Then she heard the door chime. Mortified she understood.

“Come in, please!” Benton shouted at the door gleefully. His thick red cock was jumping in his lap. 

Hensley’s cock was also throbbing and upright at attention.

Mary, on her hands and knees, her ass facing the door, turned a little sideways and watched as the door swung open. She saw too starched and pressed waiters come into the room pushing a cart. They didn’t even look up, but proceeded to set the table for two.

“Suck me Mary, my nun niece, suck my fat cock now!” Benton said to her loudly enough for the waiters to hear.

Sickened, Mary leaned forward and licked her Uncle’s cock. Up and down the shaft and around the head, teasing around the ridge, kissing, licking, slurping. Closing her eyes, she didn’t see her Uncle take Hensley cock and start to stroke it. She heard a moan and with her eyes looked over and saw Hensley pumping his hips, his cock into her Uncle’s hand. The sight of this strangely aroused her and she felt the juices dribble down her inner thighs from her pussy.

The waiters finished setting out the dishes and the platters, stepped back from the table and hesitated. Keeping their eyes to the floor, they asked in unison, “Will that be all, Sir?” Both of them fervently hoped so, but you never knew with the filthy rich.

“No! That’s not all. Come jack off on my nun niece here, all over her back,” Uncle Benton commanded.




Broken Vows Ch. 5



Mary, her ears ringing from embarrassment, kept sucking and licking her Uncle’s cock. She heard the waiters come up behind her, pants unzip and the unmistakable sound of men masturbating. The sounds, the slurping, the slapping filled her ears. She felt her Uncle’s cock swell even larger and choked.

Benton grabbed his niece’s head and forced her down on his cockhead. He watched avidly as the two waiters jerked their cocks in front of him. He knew they weren’t immune to seeing his young niece Mary sucking him off. Forgetting Hensley, he put both hands in Mary’s hair and held her down on his cock, causing her to gag. He didn’t care.

“Hensley, suck that ones cock,” Benton said, motioning to the one on the right. 

Hensley fell to his knees, his own cock throbbing painfully and sucked the man’s cock into his mouth all the way to the base. He drew back up slowly, his large man’s mouth taking it all in again and again. 

The other waiter began to cum, moaning, his cum splashing Mary on her naked back. She felt the warm spray trickle down her back in hot, burning globs. The other waiter pulled out of Hensley mouth just in time to bend over and jerk his sperm off directly on her back, smearing it around with the head of his cock. Grunting he finished and stood up. Both waiters stood, their cocks dripping, hanging out of their pants. Together they asked, “Will that be all, Sir?”

Benton had watched all of this and been acutely aroused, he continued pumping into Mary’s mouth to the back of her throat, listening to her gag.

“You, on the left, spank this girl hard, do it now!” He shouted at him as he felt his hot sperm boiling up from his balls. 

The waiter smacked Mary hard again and again on her poor bottom. Gagging and grunting, her mouth stuffed with her Uncle’s cock, she tried desperately to breathe. Suddenly, with a loud bellow from her Uncle, she felt his hot, salty cum flood her throat and mouth. She swallowed frantically, trying not to drown in it until it quit and her Uncle pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

Benton let Mary’s head go and collapsed back in the chair. “My God that was truly religious!” He said, laughing at his own play on words. “Dismissed, yes go, go!” He said sharply.

The waiters stuffed their cocks back in their pants and beat a hasty retreat. The door shut quietly behind them. 

He watched his niece gasping and choking on the floor still. “I’m hungry,” he said and got up and went to the table. “Hensley, come here and sup with me, for the night is young, and the girl is younger.” 

Hensley eyed Mary with concern but joined Benton at the table, tucking his still aching and throbbing cock into his pants. They sat down to eat the specially prepared food by a world class chef, on fine porcelain dishes, with vintage wine.

Mary curled up on the floor, finally able to breathe easier. She smelled the food but it nauseated her. All she wanted to do was sleep. Right there on the floor, naked and cum stained she fell asleep to the sound of Uncle Benton and Hensley discussing the upcoming races at the track. It all seemed unreal, like a dream, a bad dream. Mary slept.