Thread: Pulling the Strings of Depravity [>Haru & Riley<]

Father West turned as she spoke, a ready smile on his face. Callie! You're awake! Glad to see the drug wearing off dear girl. The Demerol can be tricky. he said nonchalantly and a look of concer crossed his face as her panic obviously started to rise a little. Setting aside the item in his hands Callie would be able to see it was a circular ring affixed to a strap or maybe a bridle of some sort. He was shaking his head though as he came closer. Oh no my dear. I'm afraid that I cannot yet loosen those bindings. I have the Lord's work to do you see, and you, my sweet girl, are in desperate need of saving . he said as a matter-of-factly, and reached down to gently, reverently really, sweep some of her lovely blonde hair back behind her ear. As she spoke of a leg cramp he seemed concerned and moved down a bit. Which leg dear girl? he would ask, and would move to the right or the left as she indicated and his big strong and most importantly, warm, hands would indeed knead and massage her leg. The skin beneath his own rough calloused hands was silky and smooth. One might think that the Abbot would have smooth hands, but he quite delighted in wood-working and other actitivies that kept his skin rough. He was kind enough to moisturize though. You're cold? he asked and would move to turn on the space heater he'd purchased. The thing was quite large but he did realize that winter was coming and that a girl like her needed not only shelter, but warmth. It would simply not do to come and fetch her one morning to see that she had died of hypothermia. It was hard to do the will of God with a corpse. The place was well lit with several shaded lamps running extension cords to who knew where, though most of the light and a little of the warmth came from the plethora of candles about the room. It was a rather drab room, all told. Gray stone and old wood, and with a tunnel leading away in all directions. Did you know, he began, that in the Middle Ages it was not uncommon for a wman to be made to wear a chastity belt? These large cumbersome devices that covered her so that no man could gain access to her. Of course, such practices have fallen out of favor now, but I've been considering bringing the practice back to St. Mary's. It is so sad to see those young girls in the maternity ward. So very young. Of course, that might be a lesson for later. For now... He moved back and got the device he'd been holding. Holding it up she could see it more clearly now and it had several little straps and chains on it. I think this might be more your speed. Father West said and set it on the table at her side before grabbing something at the other end of the table. Holding up a set of multi-purpose scissors he began to hum again as he slid the blade along the hem of her pleated skirt. Now don't you move or you might be cut! he warned. He did the same to her blouse, leaving her in just her bra and panties as he tossed the ruined blouse and skirt aside. Cocking his head to the side he only used the scissors for a couple more snips before he tossed aside her bra as well. Those lovely rounded globes now presented, the father took a deep breath. His hands trembled and he swallowed before letting out another breath. His eyes flicked up to hers and then slowly his roght hand reached out to fondle and squeeze one breast. It was soft and so lovely, and he could feel his majestic priestly cock straining at his pants under his robe. Jerking his hand away as if he'd stuck it in a fire he quickly moved back to the contraption he'd set aside and he grabbed it and cranked the table so that it rotated, standing her upright. The restraints do not let her go anywhere and yet it gave him a little room behind her back to work the straps and chains into place. Soom he was done . There we go! he said, quite proud of himself. He looked at her admiringly for a moment. The little clamps on her nipples, those pink peaks poked through the small openings before he tightened them and her mouth, now fitted with the ring that would stretch to allow him to enter there and yet keep her teeth away. How do you feel? he asked, forgetting in the moment that she could not truly answer.