THE
CONFESSION |
By
Cactus Juggler © 1998 |
Father Fleiger sat in the confessional booth
and waited. It was nearing the end of his evening
confessional, and he always stayed in the booth
even when the church was empty. A small green light
outside the booth showed parishioners that he was
inside. It had been another tedious evening of confessions,
he thought to himself. Hearing confessions was usually
pretty boring, but sometimes it could be one of
the best perks of the priestly life. Usually it
was the same old same old. Most people didn't want
to actually confess the things they'd really done.
Most of them instead did sort of a mental plea-bargaining.
Confessing to some lesser sin so they didn't have
to try to get an innocent verdict on being sinless.
There had been a lot of "impure thoughts"
confessions tonight, and he wondered what sins they
were concealing. The new england parish was affluent,
and mostly older. Fleiger's experiences with people
of money led him to believe that a great many sins
were going unconfessed indeed.
The priest's not-so deep thoughts about
the nature of the confessional were interrupted
by the sound of a person entering the booth opposite
him. The screen in the booth concealed this new
person's identity, and Father Fleiger briefly wondered
what moral misdemeanor he was about to hear confessed,
and by who.
"Bless me father, for I have sinned."
Said a young female voice, tinged with an accent.
"When was your last confession?"
"It's been a long time. Over two
years ago father."
He finally placed the voice and accent
in his mind. In the normally all white parish a
young hispanic woman had started attending mass.
She stood out, not just for her race, but also for
her appearance. She was beautiful, and dressed somewhat,
ahem, less conservatively than the parish and community
was used to. When he'd last seen her at mass he'd
been hard pressed not to gawk at the amazing size
of her ample young bosom, and the beautiful exaggerated
hourglass shape of her body. It wasn't until they
were only a few feet apart that he'd realized just
how much taller than him she was. His 5'6"
was dwarfed by her, she was easily 6' tall. She
was unusual and interesting, and probably the subject
of more gossip than she knew. More than one parishioner
had asked him about her, but he only knew that she
was attending a nearby private college of the rich.
"Why has it been so long, my child?"
"Well, I've been very bad. Very very
bad. So bad that I've been avoiding confession."
"Our lord is merciful and forgiving
child, confess and be forgiven."
"Well father, you have to understand.
Men find me very....attractive. They always have,
some women as well. Even though I'm smart it's hard
to get men to take me seriously. Sometimes it makes
me so mad."
"Go on."
"Well, two years ago I found out
that I was turned on by...........dominating men."
Father Fleiger was amused by the way she
said it as if it would shock him. He'd heard lots
of leather and whip stories over the years, not
to mention many things stranger as well.
"How do you mean child?" He
asked, hoping to at least draw a few titillating
tidbits from this confession.
"Well, I'm a pretty big girl. And
I work out all the time to stay in shape. So it's
not that hard. When I get in the mood, I can't help
it. I just *have* to do it. I find a man alone somewhere
and I force him to please me with his mouth. I rape
them."
The priest was certain she would find
a lot of men happy to be 'forced' to please her.
She called it rape, but he smiled at the thought
of that. Men would be falling all over themselves
to be 'raped' by her.
"How exactly do you rape them?"
"Usually I wear them down with my
legs. My legs are really strong. I get my legs around
them and squeeze them until they're too weak to
fight. Then I smother them with my breasts, or more
often, I just sit on their faces until they're totally
helpless."
He was getting a little aroused in spite
of himself, listening to her tale. It had to be
just that though, a story she'd made up. She couldn't
really beat up men like she'd said, he was sure
of it. He was about to admonish her for lying when
she continued.
"The funny thing is that after I've
smothered them, and made them lick me, a lot of
them admit that they like serving me. Others need
a little photography and blackmail before they realize
that they should be my slaves. The man who pays
my way at the Harris is one of them. My roommate
in the dormitories drops to her knees and sucks
my pussy whenever I want, and her father serves
me now as well. The last two I did were both professors.
One man, and one woman. Now they both beg to be
my slaves. They all give me all their money, and
they wait on me like servants whenever I want. I
know it's wrong to just use people like this, but
I can't help myself. It just feels so good to be
in control. To take what I want from people."
She said, and he could hear her moving around some
across from him.
"Are you being truthful with me my
child?" The priest asked, letting her hear
his disbelief.
"Yes! I get men, and sometimes women,
alone and then I make them eat me. Like an attractive
man working alone at night..........there's nobody
left in the church but you and I and my roommate,
father. And confessional hours have been over for
ten minutes. I've seen how you've looked at me during
mass. Well, I'm almost naked now. Why don't you
come out and have a look?" She said, and then
he heard her stand up and open her door.
Father Fleiger wasn't going to be intimidated
by some young woman. Switching off the 'occupied'
light, he stood and opened his door. True to her
word she was standing outside the booth wearing
only her white bra and panties. He was briefly entranced
by the sight of her dark skin contrasting with her
white undergarments. By her huge bosom, only barely
restrained by the large white cups of cloth. But
he shook off his attraction for her, angry with
her nerve. To bare her skin in the church like this
was awful in and of itself. But it would be personally
awful for him and his career if anyone found about
it. Behind her, he saw a small blonde woman locking
the outer doors to the church!
"Young lady, put on your clothes
at once." He told her forcefully.
"Nope, I won't do it. Are you going
to make me?" She answered as she approached
him.
"How many 'hail mary's' and 'our
father's' will I get for raping a priest?"
"You're not raping anyone. Now get
dressed and get out!"
"What's wrong little man, are you
scared?" She asked him, edging closer to his
position at the open door of the confessional.
The priest found himself suddenly facing
this scantily clad, much larger, young girl. He
was caught by surprise as she suddenly pushed him
back into the tight little confessional box. She
grabbed his arms and forced him down into the bench.
"Let go of me!"
He was enraged at the ease with which
she was able to push him down. This girl was holding
him by the wrists more like he was a child than
a thirty-seven year old man. He struggled with all
his might, with no luck, as she sat down on his
lap and pinned his arms back to the wall of the
booth. She smiled down at him as he found himself
facing her bulging chest. There was a flash of light,
and he realized that the little blond had just taken
a picture! Now he was in a picture with this latina
bombshell half naked on his lap!
"Smile for the camera. You're special.
You'll be my first priest. Now it's time for you
to get a better look at my own two 'miracles' here."
She laughed, leaning forward and covering his face
with her mammoth breasts.
Fleiger found himself smothering in tits
as she jammed his face down into her canyon-like
cleavage. The two giant mounds molded around his
face like two soft warm pillows pushed hard against
him. He struggled to twist his head free, but with
her torso pushing him back hard against the dark
wood of the confessional he was unable to break
free. It was humiliating, the ease with which she
held him pinned there.
"You know, you're the easiest one
yet! I think I could do you with just my tits!"
She exclaimed above him as he smothered in her warm
flesh.
The priest tried with all his strength
to pull his arms from her grasp, or push her up
off of him, but it was useless. He was being suffocated
by a woman little more than half his age, and he
couldn't seem to do anything to stop her. And all
the while the other girl was photographing the whole
humiliating thing.
"God is this making me hot. I should
have done a priest a long time ago!"
She pulled her chest back off of his face
and let him catch a few quick breaths before mashing
her big breasts back in his face again. She dropped
his weakening arms and now used both hands to mold
her huge tits around his face. Fleiger found that
his free hands were useless as he tried to push
her away. He was just too weak.
"I think you'll really enjoy what's
coming up. I'm going to ass-smother you until you're
completely helpless. And then you're going to eat
my wet pussy until I cum on your face. Brenda will
take pictures of the whole thing so we can all remember
this. How's that sound for an evening's entertainment?"
He listened helplessly to her laughing above him.
Fleiger couldn't even try to figure out
what was going on. He was nearing blacking out as
she held him there for a long time, her huge tits
mashed in his face. Finally he could breathe again
as she pulled back up and off of him. He gagged
and coughed for breath as she pulled him off the
wooden bench and onto the floor. Throwing his limp
body around like a doll, she placed him so that
he was sitting on the floor with his back to the
bench. He couldn't fight her as she grabbed his
wrists again and turned around. He could only watch
in horror as she squatted down and pushed his head
back flat on the seat of the bench with her pantied
rear! Now his head was between her and the bench
as she sat her pantied rump on his face! He saw
the strobe of the camera's flash just before the
hispanic beauty's ass covered his face.
"Put down the camera and suck on
my tits for a while." Fleiger heard the woman
smothering him tell her companion.
The sucking and slurping noises he heard
were evidence of the quickness with which the blonde
girl obeyed.
"Ooooh......Uhmmmmmmm! I like this.
Suck harder you little slut!" He heard, still
totally unable to catch a breath under her.
Fleiger lay helpless under the beautiful
young latina goddess's ass until she finally allowed
him another breath of life-giving air. He was terrified,
completely terrified, as she sat back down on his
face. He felt her pulling the crotch of her underwear
aside, and then he could feel her coarse pubic hair
on his mouth and chin.
"Eat it slut!" Flieger heard
the order given above him.
He could feel the blond girl working as
she began licking at his tormentor's bared sex.
Her slurping filled his ears while the perfect ass
on his face continued to wear him down. It went
on like that for a while, his whole world this dominant
girl's ass, as she enjoyed the tongue of her little
blond white slave. He lost even the ability to think
between gasping breaths, her assault having worn
him down to the point of collapse. When she finally
pushed the little blond away and turned around to
face him, he was beyond even trying to resist her.
The priest was vaguely aware of the little blond
still snapping pictures, as the hispanic girl removed
her underwear and squatted down over his face. She
was gloriously beautiful, he found himself thinking,
even as she lowered her swollen wet mound onto his
face. Beautiful and evil. Fleiger could smell her
arousal on his face as she now smothered him with
her most private parts.
"Come on father, lick it. Lick it
or smother in it!" She told him.
He was a proud man, but he needed air
*so* badly. His lungs burned and his heart pounded
as he finally gave in and slipped his tongue upward
into her hot wetness. She laughed, glorying in her
total domination of him, but he was beyond embarrassment
now. His only thoughts went to survival, as he tried
desperately to make her happy so that she'd let
him breathe. When she lifted up to let him breathe,
he continued to tongue at her wet opening between
his desperate breaths. The flash of the camera blinded
him again as his tongue stretched up to caress the
hairy mound above him. She sat back down on his
face, and her vagina became his only focus. He worshiped
at her wet altar, slurping down her delicious juices
with abandon as he sought approval and breath. The
cycle of breathe, lick, breathe, lick continued
until finally she sat shuddering down on his face
as she came. The priest was now literally smothering
in pussy as she sat there enjoying her prize, his
safety not even a concern for this powerful woman.
Like a robot he continued to slurp, continued to
try to please her, even as he approached unconsciousness.
When she climbed off of his face, he was barely
breathing.
Father Fleiger was barely aware of his
surrounding as the beautiful woman pulled him back
up onto the bench seat. She positioned his head,
and then he felt her pulling his robes up.
"Get on your knees and take him into
your mouth." The priest heard the hispanic
girl tell her companion.
The blonde girl didn't hesitate at all,
she just knelt down and then he felt her mouth touching
his penis. He knew that bad things were happening,
but all her could do was gasp for breath. He was
too weak even to fight it when she placed his hands
on the blonde's head. He saw the flashes of light
again, the flashes that he knew to be her taking
the most damning pictures.
"Shame on you father. Using a young
woman like this. Abusing her trust for you. Shame
shame." The young latina woman said, laughing
at his plight.
His body defied his commands to fight
against what was happening to him. He was just too
weak, too beaten, to stop it.
"Alright Brenda, that's enough."
She ordered, and then the blond girl's mouth left
him.
"I think he's had enough excitement
for one night." His tormentor said, as she
put on her clothing.
Moving in close to him, the hispanic beauty
smiled as he cringed in fear.
"You know what father? Making a priest
eat my pussy makes me really hot. I'll be back so
you can do it some more for me. Have a good evening."
She said, and then the two of them walked away.
Fleiger heard the door being unlocked,
and then the sound of it closing behind them. Still
slumped in the confessional he slowly regained his
strength and his wits as he caught his breath. How
on earth had this happened to him? The girl was
insane, powerful and crazy. And apparently an expert
at blackmail. As humiliated as he was by what she
had done to him, all he could think about were the
pictures. Those pictures could ruin him! He realized
that he still didn't even know her name. She put
him completely at her mercy, used him like a toy
for her amusement, and he didn't even know her name.
What was going to happen next, he wondered, as he
gathered enough strength to finally get up and leave
the confessional.
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