"Scripture tells us that in order to defeat the powers of iniquity and corruption we must act out the secret desires of our hearts so they do not fester and poison us from within. Only by doing so can you purge yourself of the guilt that makes you the tool of Satan and his minions. And we shall start by doing this..." He then grabbed hold of the front of her white gown and tore the fabric with a strength born of unreasoning lust, freeing her breasts from their confines. Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped as she shrank back against the side of the altar. The priest's eyes narrowed as they came to rest on the baphomet necklace she wore around her neck.
"Devil's whore. Jezebel with her painted eyes had more virtue than you."
He grabbed a thick handful of her hair and threw her about like a rag doll, spinning her around and forcing her to bend her body over the altar. She made a futile attempt to break free from his grasp but he held her down by the back of her neck. He then gathered the folds of her gown up around her waist, revealing her bare legs and buttocks. She could feel his fingers digging into her soft flesh, caressing and squeezing, and then his weight pressing against her as Father McKinley leaned across and whispered in her ear.
"You must be purged of the evil that has taken over your soul, child, and this shall be done through the sacrament of pain."
He then removed his black leather belt and folding it over proceeded to lash her bottom, again and again, as the sharp cracks of leather on bare, tender skin and her cries of searing agony echoed off the the high vaulting of the cathedral. She clutched at the marble edge and sobbed as the priest continued to inflict his wrath on her vulnerable flesh until it was covered with a mass of angry red welts. Just when she thought she would faint from the unbearable pain, the priest desisted from his cruel punishment and threw the strap down onto the floor, but she was hardly granted a moment's reprieve when she was told to get up on the altar and lie down on her back.
Her body was on fire, not only from the violent blows of the strap but also her own burning pangs of desire which began to surge up from within. She lay back down on the cool smooth marble table, her magnificent breasts exposed to the eyes of the Christ Majestic, who seemed to look down on her with disdain. Father McKinley stood next to her, his erection yearning to break free from beneath his slacks, and she reached out and traced the rigid outline with her fingers. She unfastened his pants and reached inside, gripping the shaft of his hard cock and caressing it with her mouth. He held the back of her head and thrust himself deep inside until his balls were nestled firmly against her chin, then began sliding in and out, making love to her sweet, innocent face.
"Yes, child, partake of the body of Christ. Do this in remembrance of Me."
She went down on him like a demoness, sucking and slurping with low moans as he forced his way farther down her throat. He ran his fingers through her hair, intoxicated by its soft fragrance, and fucked her pretty face, thrusting his way down her esophagus in an attempt to choke her with his enormous length. In his lust he consigned her soul to the fires of Hell as a godless reprobate, which served only to stoke the flames of her own passion as she wrapped her legs around his and gorged on the thick flesh of his cock with a hunger that could not be sated, but then he slid all the way out of her mouth as a line of spit dangled from the head, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart across the altar. Realizing his intention, she rolled over on her belly and spread her legs even wider as the priest buried his face between her cheeks, sending a shiver up her spine. She reached back and pushed her ass against his probing tongue. She was delirious with pleasure.
"Oh, Father, please...in the name of God, fuck me."
"Yes, child. My rod and staff shall comfort thee."
Stripping what remained of her tattered gown from her body and lifting her buttocks in the air, she could feel a strong pair of hands clamp down on her waist as the priest shoved his cock inside her dripping pussy, reveling in the tightness and warmth, then began thrusting in and out with long, deep strokes. The sounds of their fucking reverberated throughout the cathedral, grunting and gasping, his balls smacking against her. She rested on her forearms with her baphomet dangling over the edge of the altar, returning thrust for thrust as her erect nipples rubbed along the smooth, cold marble. She reached back and spread her cheeks for him as he pushed down on the small of her back and ravished her nakedness with his brutal ardour, throwing the weight of his body into every heaving thrust. He threw her onto her back as his hands closed tightly around her throat and plunged himself deep inside her, her legs wrapped around his muscular body and her hands clutching at his biceps. He rocked her back and forth with the power of his thrusts, the heavy friction of her ass, still red and tender from the severe lashing she had received with the strap, against the white marble sending tongues of fire through her body.
She was close to the breaking point as their naked forms intertwined and danced in a crescendo of lust, bodies glistening with sweat and the air infused with the heavy scent of their passion. She looked up into the scornful eyes of Christ and in a further act of blasphemy she thrust her tongue across her upper lip in a depraved invitation to come down from his lofty place in Heaven and join them in the pleasures of the flesh. Just then her body went rigid and convulsed in the throes of orgasmic release. Locking her legs tightly around the blessed Father and arching her back violently, she let out a scream of ecstasy and collapsed beneath his weight. Father McKinley slid his cock out of her pillaged womanhood and let out a bestial grunt as he shot his load, splashing her face and tits in showers of warm ejaculate, dripping from her chin and flowing in rivulets down her stomach. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feverishly jacking him off as she drained the last few spurts of seminal issue from his balls.
"You have carried out your penance and been anointed with the holy chrism", he said as he kissed her on the forehead. "Your absolution is complete. You are now righteous in the eyes of God and may enter the Kingdom of Heaven with a clear conscience."
"Thank you, Father", she replied as she lay there on the altar and smiled up at him.
......................
At home Mrs. Seven began to dwell on the events of that night and told herself over and over again that it all must have been nothing more than a dream, a vividly erotic fantasy, but her aching body and the bruises on her skin told her otherwise. She felt an immense wave of guilt flood through her heart and cursed herself for her faithlessness and impiety. The only way she could ever wash away the stain that blackened her soul was to go back to the scene of her crime and confess everything. She took the little white card out of her purse which read, "Confessions - Saturday 4:00-4:30 PM or by appointment" and dialed the number of the cathedral...
"Yes, Father McKinley? I need to schedule an appointment..."
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