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  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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