by Buzz T. Kryst

Created on: July 03, 2008

Forgive Me, Father.

She walked out of the confessional very hot and very sweaty. It was the third time she had been into the confessional in as many days. She had to purge her sins to God. If she didn't she knew she would burn in hell for sure. She was so ashamed of everything she had done, but could not stop herself. He was the Devil, this she was sure of. No human being could be so irresistible, so tempting, as he was. What she didn't know was that the priest in the confessional loved when she came in to tell her secrets. She came at the same time the past three days, and each time she went in to such detail that he couldn't help but pleasure himself. It took all he had not to follow her home and take the place of the man she believed to be the Devil. He thought about it every night for the past three nights, and had never felt so dirty. Of course, he knew this man was not the Devil, but this girl was just a slut. A slut he wouldn't mind making a visit to.

Twilight set in and she sat up on her bed reading her Bible. She wore a long nightgown that reached her ankles. It was very ugly and very unbecoming of her, being a bigger girl herself. She could feel his presence in the air that came through her window. She prayed he would not come, but found her prayers weren't as clear as she had liked them to be. This happened every time. Soon enough the moonlight was coming in between her curtains. She could her him calling to her. She knew he would be showing himself at any moment. She could feel herself getting wet. A slight pulsing began in between her thighs. It was the feeling of want. Her mind told her no, but her body wanted the man to come. Before she could touch herself to ease the sensation, his silhouette appeared in the window. Without it opening he entered her room. She cried and gripped her Bible with her hands, but spread her legs willingly. Something seemed different about this time. The man, instead of going down on her, like he always did, pulled out a crucifix and jammed it into her. He ran it in and out until she bled. She screamed at the pain and yet she had an orgasm. The man spat in her face and left.

She passed out but woke up an hour or so later. What she didn't know was the priest had followed her home and was standing outside her window. He watched the man come and go, and never moved for that hour. He saw the Man's eyes and knew he was not a man at all. The next thing he knew the troubled young girl stood in her window, and leaped three stories to the ground. He approached her, and she was still alive. He was about to inform the police when he realized he would have to explain why he was there. He also realized he still had a hard on. He closed his eyes, and whispered "Forgive me father, for I am about to sin." He raped her right there. Although unconscious, she still held the Bible in her hand.

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