Bad Priest 1

I was left in the care of my local priest and something happened

My family and I decided to pass by our church for a quick prayer before going to burry our local Mayor who had just died. My head throbbed like a drumbeat, each pulse sending sharp pains through my temples. I was only fifteen, and this migraine had hit me out of nowhere since morning.

As it got worse Mom and Dad exchanged worried glances, their faces pale under the stained-glass light filtering through the windows. 'We' ll leave you here with Father Elias,' Dad said, squeezing my shoulder. 'He's a good man, and the rectory is quiet. Rest there until you feel better then take a taxi home'

I nodded weakly, too nauseous to argue. They trusted him completely, the kindly priest who'd baptized me as a baby, always smiling during sermons. What harm could come from a nap in his care? Though I felt guilty I was only wearing a little black dress with nothing inside.

Father Elias spoke kindly to my parents. After they'd left, he helped me to the rectory, his arm steady around my waist. He was in his fourties, tall and broad-shouldered, with a neatly trimmed beard and eyes that crinkled at the corners when he spoke. 'Lie down here, child,' he murmured, guiding me to a worn couch in the dimly lit sitting room. The air smelled of incense and old books. He fetched a cool cloth for my forehead and a glass of water laced with something herbal, he said, to ease the pain. I sipped it gratefully, my eyelids growing heavy. 'Just rest,' he whispered, his voice soothing. 'I'll watch over you.'

I must have dozed off, because when I stirred, the room was darker, the curtains drawn. My head still ached, but faintly now. Father Elias sat beside me, his hand resting on my knee. I blinked, confused. 'Father? What time is it?' He didn't answer right away. Instead, his fingers tightened, sliding up my thigh under my dress. He rested his hand on my pussy. Though it felt kind of pleasant, panic flickered in my chest. 'What are you, stop!' I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down, his weight pinning my shoulders.

'Quiet' he growled, his voice sounded dangerous his face twisting into something feral, nothing like the gentle pastor I'd known. 'You have made me horny. You are such a bad girl, sleeping legs apart yet you have no panty..' His free hand yanked at the dress, buttons popping as he exposed my bra and my baked body. I thrashed, kicking at him, but he was too strong, straddling my hips to hold me in place. 'No! Please, Father, don't!' Tears stung my eyes as he ripped the bra aside, his rough palms groping my breasts, pinching my nipples until I gasped in pain.

He laughed, low and cruel. 'Look at these perky tits on a little whore. Have you been fucked before?.' I shook my head as I tried to clench my thighs together, sobbing. 'God, no... .' But he forced my legs apart, his fingers probing roughly between my folds. I was dry, terrified, but he didn't care. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick cock. Hard and veined, the head glistening. For some reason the sight of it made my pussy tingle.

'You're mine now, you filthy temptress,' he snarled, positioning himself at my entrance. 'I am going to fuck your little cunt so hard.' He thrust forward without warning, slamming into me. The pain was excruciating. It was a burning stretch as he buried his cock deep inside my tight pussy. I screamed, my nails digging into his arms, but he just grunted, holding still for a moment to savor it. 'Fuck, you're so tight.' He growled.

He started moving then, pulling out halfway before ramming back in. My body jolted with every impact, the couch creaking under us. Tears streamed down my face as he fucked me harder, his hips slapping against mine. 'Take it, you little cunt.' His strokes became more brutal and unrelenting. The pain began to blur at the edges, his thick shaft rubbing against spots that sparked unwanted heat. My pussy clenched around him involuntarily, a slickness building despite my horror.

'No... stop,' I whimpered, but my voice cracked as a moan escaped my lips. What was happening? His cock filled me so completely, pounding deeper with each thrust, hitting that sensitive place inside. My hips bucked slightly, not in resistance anymore, but... more? 'Oh god,' I gasped, hating myself as pleasure coiled low in my belly. He noticed, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

'Little slut,' he taunted, gripping my hips to angle me better, driving in even harder. 'Tight cunt.' The friction built, my clit throbbing as his body ground against it. I shouldn't want this. It was wrong, he was raping me but the sensations overwhelmed me. My breaths came in pants, moans spilling out freely now. 'Harder,' I heard myself whisper, shocked at the word. 'Please... harder.'

He slammed into me with renewed force, his balls slapping my ass. 'Cum for daddy.' His degrading words only fueled the fire, my body betraying me completely. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my pussy spasming around his thrusting shaft as I came, crying out in a mix of shame and ecstasy.

I lay there beneath Father Elias. His weight pressed me into the couch, my body a trembling mess, from the unwanted climax that had been stolen from ke. Father Elias covered me his dick still inside me. He was huge: broad shoulders straining his black cassock, thick arms like tree trunks from years of manual labor in the parish, and a belly that spoke of healthy meal, all adding to his impressively huge bulk. At six-foot-four, he towered over my slight five-foot frame, making me feel tiny and trapped. He rolled of and hauled me up by the arm like I weighed nothing.

'Not done yet, you greedy little whore,' he growled, his voice low and commanding. His enormous thighs spreading wide, and yanked me toward him. His cock, still rock hard and slick from our filth, jutted up from his lap, thick as my wrist and veined like ropes. 'Straddle me. Ride this dick like the slut you are.'

I shook my head frantically, backing away on wobbly legs, my heart slamming against my ribs. 'No, please, Father. I can't... it's too much. Just let me go.' Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat and remnants of his seed on my skin. Shameful heat simmered in my body, my clit still throbbing.

His eyes darkened, and without a word, he reached into the folds of his cassock, pulling out a small black handgun. The metal gleamed coldly as he leveled it at my chest, his meaty finger resting on the trigger. 'You think this is a game, girl? Climb on and fuck me, or I'll paint this holy room with your brains.' The barrel stared at me like a void, and terror iced my veins, freezing any fight left in me.

Sobbing, I swang a leg over his lap. His free hand gripped my hip, guiding me down until the blunt head of his cock nudged my swollen pussy lips. He was so big, stretching me just from the pressure, and I hesitated, whimpering. 'Now,' he barked, pressing the gun harder against my side. With a choked cry, I sank onto him, his girth splitting me open inch by agonizing inch. He filled me completely, bottoming out against my cervix, his massive body shifting under me like a mountain.

'Ride it, bitch. Bounce on Daddy's cock.' The gun stayed firm in his other hand, a constant threat as I lifted my hips tentatively, then dropped back down. The friction ignited fresh sparks, my inner walls gripping his thickness despite my horror. I refused to look at him, staring at the wall, but my body betrayed me—rising faster, slamming down harder, the slap of my ass against his thighs echoing in the room. 'Faster,' he demanded, and I obeyed, grinding and bucking wildly, my small tits jiggling with each desperate thrust.

The pleasure built unbidden, coiling tight in my core as his cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but a moan slipped out, low and needy. Then another, louder, as I rode him real fast, hips pistoning like I couldn't stop. 'Oh... fuck,' I gasped, hating the sound of my own voice, the way my pussy clenched around his invading shaft, juices soaking his balls. He chuckled, the gun unwavering. 'Ride me bitch.' His free hand mauled my breast, pinching the nipple until I arched, another whimper turning into a full-throated groan.

I came again, slamming down one last time as the orgasm crashed over me, my pussy spasming wildly around his huge dick, milking him as waves of ecstasy ripped through my trembling form. 'Yes, cum on it,' he grunted, holstering the weapon finally to grab both my hips, thrusting up brutally to meet my descent. His own release followed, hot jets flooding my depths, his massive body shuddering beneath me.

Panting, I collapsed against his chest, his arms wrapping around me like iron bands. The gun was gone now, but the fear lingered. His softening cock still lodged inside my cum-filled pussy, leaking slowly as he caught his breath. Shame burned in my cheeks, hot and unrelenting, but so did the lingering sparks of pleasure that made my inner walls flutter around him. I was a virgin until moments ago, and now this—raped by the priest I'd trusted, and worse, my body had responded like it craved more. 'Get off me,' I whispered, my voice hoarse, pushing weakly at his chest. But he only chuckled, dark and satisfied, lifting his head to meet my tear-streaked gaze.

'Oh, no, my little harlot,' he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup my breast again, thumb circling the sore nipple. 'We're far from done. Look at you, all flushed and dripping with my load. Your tight young cunt is already begging for more.' He shifted his hips, grinding lazily, and to my horror, I felt him hardening inside me once more. The fullness stirred something traitorous, a fresh ache building low in my belly. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip to stifle a whimper. This wasn't me. I didn't want this. But my pussy clenched around his thickening shaft, slick with our mixed fluids.

He pulled out abruptly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness, his cum trickling down my thighs. 'On your knees, slut,' he ordered, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me upright. The room spun for a second, my headache a distant memory now, overshadowed by the pounding of my heart. He forced me to the floor, the rough carpet biting into my knees as he stood over me, his cock bobbing free—glistening with my juices and his seed, semi-hard but swelling fast. 'Suck it clean. Taste what a filthy girl you are. This is all your fault.' I shook my head, lips pressed tight, but he slapped my cheek lightly, not hard enough to bruise but enough to sting. 'Do it, or I'll fuck you even harder.'

Tears welled up again as I parted my lips, hesitantly taking the head into my mouth. The salty tang of cum and my own musky flavor coated my tongue, making me gag softly. He groaned, thrusting shallowly, pushing deeper until I felt him hit the back of my throat. 'That's it, you cocksucker.' His words humiliated me, but they also sent a thrill through my core, my pussy throbbing emptily. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as he guided my head with his grip, his cock fully rigid now, stretching my jaw.

After a few minutes of me slurping and licking, he hauled me up by the arms, spinning me around to face the couch. 'Bend over, you temptress.' Panic surged—I wasn't ready for that—but he bent me forward anyway, my hands bracing on the cushions as he kicked my legs wider. His fingers dipped between my legs, smearing the mess from my pussy over my asshole, probing the puckered ring. 'No, please, not there,' I begged, clenching instinctively. But he ignored me, pressing the tip of his cock against my rear entrance, slick with our earlier release.

'Relax, whore.' He pushed forward slowly at first, the burn intense as my ass resisted, then gave way with a pop that made me cry out. Inch by inch, he sank in, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. 'Fuck, so tight.' The pain was sharp, overwhelming, but as he bottomed out, holding still to let me adjust, that twisted heat bloomed again. My pussy wept, jealous and empty, clit pulsing with need.

He started thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper, his balls slapping my soaked folds with each drive. 'Take it in your dirty ass, you sinful bitch. Moan for me like before.' I tried to stay silent, but the friction ignited nerves I didn't know I had, pleasure mingling with the stretch until I couldn't hold back. A low moan escaped, my body rocking back to meet him despite myself. 'Yes... oh god,' I gasped, hating the words even as they tumbled out. He laughed, pounding harder, one hand reaching around to rub my clit roughly.

'Harder? Is that what you want, you dick loving slut? Beg for it.' His fingers circled my swollen nub, sending jolts straight to my core, while his cock ravaged my ass, the tightness making every stroke feel impossibly intense. My mind screamed no, but my hips ground back, chasing the building pressure. 'Harder, Father,' I pleaded, voice breaking into sobs of conflicted ecstasy. 'Please, fuck me harder.' He obliged, slamming into me with brutal force, the couch shifting under my grip. 'Good girl. Your are mine now.'

The orgasm hit like a storm, my ass clenching rhythmically around him, pussy spasming untouched as waves of bliss tore through me. I screamed, body shaking, and he followed seconds later, roaring as he pumped hot spurts deep into my bowels.
'Worthless cumdump,' he grunted, grinding until he was spent. We collapsed together, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving me leaking from both ends, utterly broken and strangely sated.

What was wrong with me? As he pulled me close, whispering more degradations in my ear, I knew this nightmare was far from over. For the first time, he kissed me on the lips.

When he broke off he whispered in a menacing voice,

'You breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll make sure you regret it,' he whispered harshly into my ear, his breath hot and foul. 'This stays our secret. And you'll come back tomorrow, same time. Dress like the whore you are—no panties.'

I nodded weakly, whispering, 'Yes, Father. I won't tell. I'll come back.' My voice cracked, but deep down, in the twisted pit of my stomach, excitement flickered making my spent pussy twitch at the promise of more. What was happening to me? As he pushed me off him, cum still dripping from my abused holes, I dressed in silence, already craving the next day.