Thread: REPENT! (Jack Stalker and Rosie)

It was painfully obvious that the depth of the whole scenario was lost on the young woman. Her mind came to a stuttering halt as soon as the man's fingers assaulted her hardened nipple. Her heartbeat flared in response and a small gasp made its way past her lips. Her immediate instict was to flee, but his words kept her rooted. Natalie's pale skin felt as though it were crawling with every new inch the Father touched. Embarrassment and heat flushed her skin, and she merely whimpered at every degrading word. A sudden fear penetrated her body - his hand around her neck. Father no! Her plea was muffled by his lips and she moved about the kiss clumsily, clearly tacken aback. Her body writhed against him, until the lack of oxygen began to affect her system. Conserving energy, she gasped every time she was able. Please, Father... Rising on her toes, she arched her small, perfect form in attempt to get away from the man, but was held steadily in place. His lips burned her neck, leaving a tingling pleasure in their wake. She braced a hand on his shoulder, but didn't dare push him away. She trusted him...or, she was supposed to. Taking hold of his enormous member, the dam finally burst. She could feel the fear building with every pulse the monsterous thing emitted. No it wasn't...like this. Father - this is wrong! Her voice was a whisper and her legs shook. The holy man was..well, a man! He was the most trusted person in the village. He was the one everyone went to for wisdom. But this...the blonde faltered again as his warm hand found its way to her most precious place. The boy...he, I....we did. He did...fuck me. A sob wrecked her voice and the foul language coming from her mouth even tasted wrong. You're...a lot bigger, Her thighs clenched together in response to the statement. There was no doubt in her mind having that inside her would do more harm than pleasure. B-but it, it wasn't like this. But it was . With the father holding her body to his, his hand between her legs and evidence of his want plain to her eyes, she felt the heat curl in her stomach. Her young body responded accordingly to the situation, though her mind was chaos. If his hand remained, they would be coated in the sweet evidence of her lie. We'd only done it three times father. I knew it was wrong. I wanted to stop feeling this way. Please, it's true. Her eyes locked onto his face for the first time that evening, and she searched for entrance to his thoughts. This was a road she most certainly was unwilling to travel. For obvious reasons, it was the last sort of sin that she was expecting to deal with. But was it sin? Her lip quivered as she worked a decision into her skull. The walls seemed to close in around her, but this was still her home. This church - this town - she grew up here. It was a sort of safe haven. There were many things done and spoken of in the church that she simply could not understand. Father Deep, if...you think you can help me...I will, try my best to obey the will of the Lord. This was perhaps the worst promise she'd had to utter in her lifetime. Her mind was already clouded, but she noticed that the man before her was calm and collected. He certainly knew what he was talking about, and even with her doubts, she had to believe that someone could save her.