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The Supplicant
by T.M.S
Rose was so ashamed of what had happened that she felt the need to cleanse herself. She took a shower and scoured the dirty parts of her body leaving them raw and throbbing.
by T.M.S
Rose was so ashamed of what had happened that she felt the need to cleanse herself. She took a shower and scoured the dirty parts of her body leaving them raw and throbbing.
She dressed carefully and made sure her mantilla was with her. She arrived at church, her heart beating in her chest as she walked slowly into the building for confessional. Father Brannigan was there and saw her enter with her head down. Rose walked quickly to the safe confines of the confessional and waited with trepidation the Father's approach. "Forgive me father for I have sinned," Rose said as her voice cracked, she felt she could not unburden such a horror as what happened to the Father.
"What is troubling you my child?” the Father asked. Rose took a deep breath and started to tell her story, "I was walking home from work last night Father, when someone from behind grabbed me and drug me into an empty house. He had three friends there; he held a knife to me and told me to remove my clothes. I didn't want to. I begged and pleaded with him to just let me go, but he wouldn't. They all stared at me as I removed my dress and stockings. He told me to take off the underwear. I hesitated and he cut my off my underwear and bra. I stood there naked trying to cover myself but he grabbed my hands and put them into cuffs hanging from the ceiling. With my hands restrained, he stood and watched as the first man started to run his hands up and down my body. I must have screamed because the man put a gag in mouth so I couldn't make any noise. The other man grabbed my legs and forced them apart. He took his hands and stuck fingers into my pussy and my ass. He made it hurt.
As he was hurting me this way, he started to lick my nipples then bite them. He bit me so hard I thought he had bit one of my nipples off. I had closed my eyes wanting it stop. It didn't; he grabbed me by the hair and told me to look at the gift he was about to give me. I looked and saw his penis. It was huge and I had never had a man inside of me before. Two of his friends came over and lifted my legs and pulling them apart. He was between my legs and shoved his penis inside me. It felt like my pussy was on fire and it hurt. I started to cry. The harder I cried the harder he thrust against me. I don't know how long it lasted, Father, but eventually he stopped. His breath was ragged and he was sweaty. He said he was finished and it was someone else's turn.
The second man stepped up and asked for me to be let down. He grabbed me by the hair and took me to a stool and threw me over it. My ass was in the air. One man grabbed my wrists and the other two my legs to spread them apart. The man behind me spread my ass open and plunged into my ass. I felt pain so much pain. I screamed and screamed and screamed. The pain didn't stop. He pulled out of my ass with a popping sound and I thought he was done. He came around to face me and told the man that had grabbed me to take off the gag. When this was done, he shoved his penis into my mouth.
I gagged from the smell and the taste. I wanted to throw up but couldn't. He seemed to like my reaction because his penis went rigid again. He kept thrusting into my mouth until his hot cum was coming out the sides of my mouth and down my throat. When he was done and pulled out my mouth. I threw up. The man said let her lie in her own filth. I was shoved into the puke on the floor. I couldn't cry anymore. I just lay hoping it was all over.
The third man approached me and had the other men turn me over. Again one restrained my arms while the other two held my legs. He shoved into my raw and burning pussy. It hurt much worse the second time. He continued to thrust into me until I was dry. Then he had them turn me over and he thrust himself into my ass. I don't know how long it lasted but eventually he stopped and had the men put me on my knees. One man held my arms behind my back. He stepped in front of me and put his penis into my mouth.
He shoved and thrust so hard he was gagging me. I tried to pull back but the man behind me grabbed my hair and held my head so I couldn't. He kept thrusting into my mouth until
he came. I felt the hot cum in my throat. When he pulled back, Father, I threw up again.
The man that had grabbed had not touched me. He came over and comforted me. He told me it would be alright and I could go home now. He said I would do the right thing in the morning. I put my dress and shoes on and ran and ran and ran until I got home. I have showered three times Father and I still feel unclean." I noticed that Father Brannigan was breathing hard like he had run a long distance and he was making jerky movements. Father Brannigan said, "You have sinned although you could do nothing. You will have penance. Come with me my child." As the Father left the confessional he was flushed and his clothes seemed to be in disorder. I followed the Father to a door at the back of the church. We went down some stairs and turned right into a tunnel. The tunnel was long and seemed to go on forever. We came to another set of stairs and climbed them to a door. Father Brannigan told me to go through the door.
I opened the door and walked into the room from last night. I didn't understand. There was the stool and the chains. There was my puke on the floor mingled with the blood from my body. I turned to the Father and realized he was the one who had grabbed me. He was the one who had comforted me. He was the one who had gotten my trust. I looked at him and wanted to run, but before I was able to the door opened and the men from the night before stepped in the room. I was in my own nightmare and it would never stop. I would be their supplicant.
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Confession
By boobiefaggot
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my last confession, and I accuse myself of the following sins: I have had impure thoughts, read impure writings, watched impure movies, and have committed impure debasing homosexual acts. Because these acts have been done repeatedly for the last three months I have also committed the sin of omission by not confessing them to the church immediately.”
“My dear child, how could this have happened? You’ve been a member of this church your entire life. Why I married you here 19 years ago.”
“I was searching my husbands computer when I discovered that he was visiting a site owned by the dominatrix Perfect Ebony Goddess Alisha. I started an online chat with her under the pretense of confronting her about her destructive relationship with my husband. In order to prove that I was a woman she insisted that I turn on my webcam. When I did she let me ask her questions. I wanted to know why my husband would do all these depraved acts with her when I had an attractive body and was right there for him. “
“What did she say?”
“She said that my husband was an inferior submissive so it was natural for him to submit to a superior Ebony Female, and that he needed a dominant force in his life for it to be complete and that I was not capable of fulfilling that role. I told her that I had a very attractive curvaceous body that my husband loves and that if he needed me to be more aggressive that I could do that.”
“She called me a liar. She said that I was just as much of a submissive as my husband and that I was made to serve my superiors. She that having large breasts only meant that I was a cow with huge udders made to be milked by my owners. She said that she didn’t talk to liars at that that she was done with me until I was ready to present by udders and moo for my superiors.”
“How did this make you feel?”
“I was furious Father. I had never had anyone talk to me this way. But I was also excited. Her words sounded so right.”
“The Devil’s words always do.”
“For weeks I resisted what she said, but I eventually broke down and continuously committed the sin of Onanism. When no one else was in the house I would strip down and kneel on the floor of our bedroom and imagine that Perfect Ebony Goddess Alisha was standing before me and I would pull on my udders and mooo and pleasure myself thinking about her perfect body and her commanding ways.”
“Did you talk to her again?”
“Yes. After three weeks I broke down and approached her online. She asked me what I wanted and I unbuttoned by blouse, pulled out my udders and mooed for her.”
“Why do you call them udders even here?”
“Perfect Ebony Goddess Alisha has instructed me that this is how I am to refer to them from now on. That since I am a cow I have udders that were made to be milked by my Superiors.”
“Does your husband know about your relationship with her?”
“She won’t let me. She’s actually been very encouraging about my faith Father. I told her that I was a good Catholic and she said that this didn’t change the fact that I was a cow. She told me that I needed to go to confession and tell the church everything.”
“And have you told me everything?”
“No Father. She has entrusted me with one of her silver anal plugs. She says that I am her plug holder and that I need to carry her plug inside of me as much as I can. She says that this is a great honor and that I am lucky that she lets me rent out her plug so that I can carry it for her inside my ass.”
“How does it make you feel, doing this task for her?”
“It’s so wonderfully obscene Father. It’s like I was asleep all my life and when I put it inside me a switch is flicked turning me on. At first it was really hard to get in, but now I feel empty without it. It actually makes me sad when I take it out. I time myself for how long I can hold it in for her and update her on twitter. At work it makes me sit up and arch out my udders and I feel so proud. She’s instructed me to milk it with my ass muscles. It’s like I am caressing it lovingly for her. I’m so lucky that she’s entrusted me with holding her plug.
“What else?”
“Even though my husband doesn’t know it, Perfect Ebony Goddess Alisha dictates when and how I am to have sexual relations with my husband. At the appointed times I must make my husband kneel and beg for permission to see my udders. Eventually I pull out my breasts and heft them up for him but don’t let him touch them. As he begs to suck them I slap him with them as hard as I can, making sure that his hands are behind his back. Then I let him suck on them for at least 15 minutes. As he suckles I tell him that I am a cow that needs to have her udders milked and moo. Then I straddle him and we have intercourse.
“Why do you think she wants you to confess all this?”
“Perfect Ebony Goddess Alisha has said that my faith is important and that it shouldn’t interfere with my service to her. I don’t know what to do Father. I love my family and I love my church but I have never felt so alive.”
“So you need to be sexually submissive?”
“Yes Father.”
“Then you need to do it from the context of your marital bed. You must confess what you have been doing to your husband. No matter what his desires are he is head of your household. Your duty first and foremost is submission to him. Do you think that you are a cow?”
“I know I am a cow, Father.”
“And what does a cow say?”
“Moooooo!!!!!”
“Then you are his cow. I want you to be waiting for him kneeling and naked and hefting up your udders, as you call them, and confess everything to him. You are his wife. You are bound by God to submit to him. If your husband decides that he wants you both to submit to this woman, than you must obey him.”
“The church doesn’t have a problem with a couple being kinky, as long as it’s done as a loving couple. Your obedience to your husband must guide you in your desires. It sounds to me that he will be more then happy for you both to explore your need for submission together, as a family.”
“Oh thank you Father! I will Father!”
“Now onto your penance for lying to the Holy Church…”
