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Subject: {ASSM} Cult of the Triangle 02 {S Gray} (MF mc bibl preg)
Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 18:10:14 -0500
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Chapter Two:  Confession

 "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.  It has been four weeks since my last
confession."

 Father Crane rubbed his eyes and braced himself for yet another litany of
petty wrongdoings.  If there was one part of being a priest that he did not
like, this was it.  Day after day, hearing the miserable secrets of his
every follower.  Why couldn't they just avoid committing sin in the first
place?  Would that be such a difficult thing to ask?  If they knew what they
were doing was wrong, why did they have to do it in the first place?

 He sighed quietly.  "The Lord is with you, my child.  What have you to
confess?"

 The woman's voice hesitated.  "I don't even know where to begin."

 "Why not start at the beginning, then?"  He fought an urge to knock his
head against the wall.

 "Well, ok.  I guess it all started when I met Tony last year at the
Christian Youth Society.  He was there with a bunch of his friends, and we
had a great time.  All day long, we played volleyball, we sang songs..."

 Father Crane glanced at his watch.  "This doesn't exactly constitute a
sin."

 "Yeah, I know...that's what I thought.  Tony seemed perfectly nice.  He was
so friendly, and he had a great sense of humor.  But there was something
about the way he kept looking at me - especially my...well, my body."

 "You think he was attracted to you?"

 "Definitely.  I guess I can't really blame him, though.  I mean, not to
brag or anything, but I look great in a swimsuit.  You should see the way
all the guys look at me whenever I..."

 "I get the picture," said the priest, who wished that he hadn't gotten the
picture.  Images of young women wearing skimpy bikinis began to parade
through his mind, but he calmly forced them to parade right back out again.

 "...Well anyway, he was pretty cute, too.  I probably would have gone out
with him, but I already had a boyfriend.  When I told Tony that, he didn't
seem to mind.  He seemed to be ok with us just being friends.  We started
hanging out together - not all the time, just once in a while when Greg...my
boyfriend...wasn't around."

 "Did anything happen between you and Tony?"

 "No, although I have to admit that I was tempted sometimes.  The way he
would look at me, with those dark eyes of his...  I think I probably would
have...you know...fooled around with him, but he never made any advances.
So I was faithful."

 "So you've just come to confess your impure thoughts?"  He dared to hope
that the session was almost over.

 "No, there's a lot more to it than that.  Tony called me up a couple weeks
ago, inviting me to a party at his apartment.  When I got there, I saw that
he had invited his friends.  I was the only girl there."

 "What happened?"

 "Well, we started drinking.  I remember that I was having a good time,
laughing a lot...and then I must have passed out."

 "Too much alcohol."

 "That's just it...I didn't drink that much.  No, I think they must have put
something into my wine...some sort of drug.  When I woke up, I felt all
groggy and confused.  It took me a full minute to realize that my wrists and
ankles had been chained to some sort of stone pillar."

 "What?  Where was this?"

 "I didn't know at first.  Everything was dark, except for three columns of
light that came down from somewhere up above - one light on me, and one on
each of the other two girls that had been locked up like me.  I could hear
this low chanting all around us.  Then these dark monks came out of nowhere
and began to..."  She paused.

 "Began to what?" asked Father Crane.  He thought the girl might have been
lying...but what if she wasn't?

 "Oh, Father, it was horrible.  They began to take off our clothes.  All of
our clothes.  And there we were, totally naked in front of these unknown
guys...I was pretty sure that they were going to rape us, or murder us, or
both."

 "Did they?  Rape you, I mean."  There were girls in his mind again, but
this time they had their bikinis off.  He tugged at his collar to loosen it
a little.

 "Not at first, no.  They just started masturbating, right in front of us.
I'm ashamed to say it, but I started to get really turned on.  The guy in
front of me had a great dick, and just looking at it got me all horny.  I
tried to fight it, but I swear my body was working against me.  I could feel
my pussy starting to come alive..."

 "There's no need to go into detail," said Father Crane, who tried to ignore
the fact that his cock had begun to stir and awaken within his pants.  "Just
tell me what they did to you."

 "Well, as soon as they orgasmed, they walked up and started rubbing their
semen all over our bodies.  And not just those three guys.  We saw dozens of
dark cultists pouring out of the shadows.  There must have been a hundred of
them, and all of them had been stroking their cocks just as hard.  I felt
their hands all over my body, smearing me with their smelly cum.  It was
awful...but at the same time, my lust kept getting worse and worse.  The way
they kept rubbing me - especially my breasts and my pussy...oh, I could
hardly stand it!"

 "Dreadful," murmured the priest, whose penis was now fully hard and
straining to get out of his pants.  "Young woman, you had better be telling
me the truth..."

 "You think I would make up something like this?  I hated what they were
doing to me, but there was nothing I could do to stop them.  And then things
got worse, when they started to...oh, I'm ashamed to admit it!"

 "You should confess it," said Father Crane, whose heart was beating faster
than it should.  "Only then can you be forgiven."

 "I hope you're right.  Well, I knew I was in trouble when I saw one of the
guys kneeling in front of me.  He buried his face in my crotch and started
licking."  The young girl moaned.  "Oh, I swear I can still feel that hot
tongue, slithering against my labia..."

 Father Crane pressed his hand against his concealed erection, as if that
could contain his own lust.  "Please don't say things like that," he said
hoarsely.  "I only need to know the basic details."

 "I'm sorry, Father.  Even just thinking about it makes me horny.  The way
he kept licking me, over and over again...there was only so much I could
take before I had an orgasm.  A big orgasm, that left me pretty much out of
it.  They gave me something to drink, and I don't even know what it was.
The next thing I knew, they took away my cross and gave me a new necklace -
one with a weird triangle on it."

 "Then I looked up and saw Tony standing in front of me.  For a minute, I
thought that he had come to my rescue.  But he hadn't...he was wearing a
black robe, just like the rest of them.  I found out later that he had been
planning to use me in this evil ceremony all along.  He was the one who was
going to fuck me - and I have to admit...by that time, I was looking forward
to it.  When he took his robe off, my eyes went straight to his cock.  And
boy, did he have a big one!  He didn't use it on me right away, though.  At
first, he just kissed my breasts and rubbed his hands up and down my body
until I was aching to be fucked.  My cunt was so juicy by that point, I knew
he would have no trouble shoving that nice dick of his inside me."

 Father Crane couldn't stand it anymore.  As quietly as he could, he
unzipped his pants and freed his rigid cock.  While the young woman poured
out her soul to him, he slowly began to stroke his swollen organ.

 "Then I felt it, the first touch of his penis against my pussy.  It poked
into my labia, and all I could do was just stand there and whimper.  When
that flesh snake began to worm its way inside me, I knew that I was lost.
His cock just felt so good, pushing deeper and deeper into my cunt.  He
filled me up, and - God help me - I loved it.  I couldn't wait for the
fucking to begin."

 Father Crane rubbed his stiff sex tool as the young girl fed his mind with
dirty words.  He felt guilty for pleasuring himself like this, but the guilt
was burned away by his growing lust, and he could not stop sliding his hand
up and down his hard dick as she continued to describe her own corruption.

 "All my life, I've tried to be a faithful, virtuous girl.  But when Tony
began to drill me with that dick of his...oh, it was like nothing I had ever
felt before!  I tried not to enjoy it, but it was like trying not to get hot
in a sauna.  He just kept plunging his cock inside me, over and over and
over again, and pretty soon I was begging him to do it harder.  I didn't
care that he was using me for some sort of Satanic ceremony, and that he was
probably going to get me pregnant.  I just wanted to feel that hard male
organ, rubbing inside my hot cunt, scratching my every itch.  I forgot about
God, I forgot about everything except the delicious sensations of getting
fucked by that wonderful cock."  She paused.  "Father, I hope I'm not making
you horny."

 Father Crane fought to keep his voice under control as he continued to
masturbate.  "No, not at all, my child."

 "I think I am.  Your cock must be really hard by now."

 He swallowed.  "That...that isn't what we're here to talk about.  You
should be confessing your sins."

 "And you should be confessing yours.  I can hear you, Father.  I can hear
you stroking your erection."

 "What?"  He tried to sound shocked, and forced himself to stop moving his
hand up and down.

 "I don't blame you...after all, you're just a man.  You can get turned on,
just like other men."  She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper.  "But
wouldn't you like to have something else sliding onto that hard dick of
yours?  Something warm and wet, something your cock was designed for?  Like
me, for instance?"

 "This session is over," said Father Crane, desperately trying to stuff his
oversized cock back into his pants.  It was bad enough that he had
masturbated in the first place...worse still that he been discovered.  He
absolutely could not allow this woman to tempt him to even greater
wrongdoing, no matter how attractive her offer might be.

 "Fine, if that's the way you want it."  He heard the door to the other
chamber open and close, and felt a mixture of relief and regret at her
departure.

 But then the door to his own chamber opened, and there she was:  a
beautiful young blonde, smiling at him with sinister delight.  His gaze
instantly fell to her white T-shirt, which didn't do much to hide the
tantalizing shape of her bulging breasts.  She grinned as his eyes trailed
down further to the skimpy denim shorts that covered her crotch.  "Do you
like what you see?" she asked, knowing full well that he did.

 Father Crane reflexively backed against the wall as the young woman
advanced upon him, pulling her shirt up to reveal the smooth pale flesh of
her belly.  As if in a trance, the priest sat there and watched as the
fabric slid higher and higher, until he saw her gorgeous breasts jiggle
free.  She straddled his legs and sank down upon his lap, bringing her taut
pink nipples within inches of his mouth.  "Go on...have a taste," she
purred.

 The priest shook his head, but his eyes remained fixed upon her swollen
tits.  It was so tempting, to just lean forward and lick those seductive
little nipples.  He shook his head and reached out to push her away, but
when his hands touched her naked waist, they stayed there.  The blonde girl
smiled and leaned forward until her breast flesh was nudging against the
priest's lips.  "Come on, suckle me," she whispered.

 Father Crane closed his eyes and tried to fight the urge to give in to her.
But then the girl began to sway her torso from side to side, patiently
rubbing her plump breasts back and forth across his face, tormenting him
with their soft, luscious warmth.  He tried to muster the willpower to
resist her, but she just kept nudging her breasts against his face,
patiently waiting for her female charms to work their magic on him.  He
could feel her long hair tickling his face while her firm young tits grazed
against his lips.  He was about to plead with her to stop doing this to him,
but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, she suddenly lunged forward and
stuffed her breast into his mouth.  Father Crane tried to protest, but all
that came out was a frantic muffle.  His lips clamped down upon her supple
bosom, his tongue instinctively probing the flesh of her invading mammary.
It was just a tentative lick, but the taste of her flesh was enticing enough
to make him lick her again, and then again, and soon he was ardently
slurping at her breast.  His muffled objections died away as his tongue
eagerly slithered across her bulging breast, searching for her swollen
nipple.  When he found it, he began to suckle her with the helpless greed of
an infant, kissing and tugging at her stiff tit as if desperate for
nourishment.

 Susan smiled and caressed the priest's head as he feasted upon her breast.
"That's better," she cooed, savoring the sensation of his hot mouth pulling
upon her nipple.  "Suck me...suck me..."  She glanced down and saw that the
triangle amulet dangling above her breasts had started to glow, signaling
its readiness to claim another soul.

 Father Crane was lost, and he knew it.  While he slurped away at her sweet
young nipples, his hands caressed the soft flesh of her belly and slid down
beneath her tight little shorts.  He knew he was going to fuck her, just as
he knew he shouldn't.  What he was doing was wrong - terribly wrong - but
that only heightened his arousal.  Sin or not, his cock was rigid and
throbbing, and desperate for a cunt to invade.  And here was a lusty young
girl, willingly offering her sexy body to him.  As pious and righteous as he
thought himself to be, his virtue had wilted and died, and now there was
only a raging erection that needed to be soothed.

 She pulled away from him, standing up and allowing her shorts to slide to
the floor.  The priest stared at her exposed crotch as she quickly yanked
his own pants all the way off, allowing his naked cock to spring up in front
of the horny young girl.  She lost no time in straddling him again, slowly
sinking her body down and impaling herself upon his thick penis.  Both of
them moaned as his dick slid up inside her hot young tunnel, which was
already wet with arousal.  She began to writhe her hips up and down, slowly
riding his throbbing cock into her pussy.  Father Crane didn't even think
about resisting her anymore.  He just sat there and watched as the young
girl pleasured herself upon his hard penis, her beautiful breasts heaving
with every erotic thrust.  He noticed that the strange medallion around her
neck was glowing with an eerie crimson radiance that seemed to get brighter
every time his dick slid up inside her.  He knew that there was something
very wrong about that amulet, but that didn't stop him from allowing the
girl's pussy to do its work on him.  Her naked thighs dangled around his
hips; he stroked them with his hands, caressing her all the way from her
knees to her ass cheeks.  She began to get wilder, her grunts and moans
growing louder and louder as she bounced up and down on his stiff cock.  The
priest was afraid that anyone in the church could hear the telltale noises
of their lovemaking.  He tried to imagine what his followers would think if
they caught him here, his pants upon the floor, a beautiful young blonde
girl thrashing madly upon his rigid penis.  As if things weren't bad enough
already, the girl suddenly let out a high-pitched shriek as her pussy leaked
silvery cum all over his groin.

 Watching the young girl sink into the madness of her powerful orgasm proved
to be too much for poor Father Crane.  He no longer cared about what his
followers would think if they found him here with this hot little blonde.
His cock was swollen with lust, and he desperately needed to finish what she
had started.  With animalistic desire, he grabbed the dazed young girl and
sat her down on the chair, spreading her legs wide open.  She smiled at him
through half-closed eyes as he brought the tip of his stiff rod against her
weeping pussy.  Then he was pushing it inside her, his cock once again
enveloped by her deliciously warm twat.  He plunged it deep inside her gooey
pussy, eliciting another loud moan from his horny young lover.  His hips
began to move, his meaty cock sliding in and out of her moist cunt with
deep, swift strokes.

 "Oh, yes..." the girl groaned as his cock went to work on her.  "Fuck
me...fuck my wet pussy with that hard dick of yours..."  She smiled as his
penis speared deep inside her hot canal.  "Mmmmmm...that feels good..."  She
opened her eyes and stared up at him as he savagely plowed her pussy.  "Are
you enjoying this, Father?  Are you enjoying my body?"  The priest only
grunted as he rocked his hips back and forth.  "You shouldn't be doing this,
you know.  You shouldn't be fucking a twenty-year old girl, whose name you
don't even know."  She licked her lips and bucked her hips against the
priest's cock thrusts, encouraging him to sink his thick meat deep inside
her.  "I mean, you're a priest, aren't you?  Priests shouldn't go around
fucking young girls like this."  He was screwing her harder now, savagely
ramming his dick in and out of her buttery vagina.  "Priests should love
God, and only God."  She moaned as he plunged his tool all the way inside
her, filling her up with his swollen male organ.  "But God isn't the one
you're making love to right now."  She rubbed her breasts while the priest
pounded her pussy, filling the small chamber with the wet noises of their
copulation.  "You're making love to me...and that must mean you love me more
than God."  She threw her head back and whimpered as he skewered her
clasping cunt, and her voice became more ragged.  "Isn't that right, Father?
I'm going to be your only love from now on..."  She locked her legs behind
the priest as he mindlessly drilled her with his engorged cock.  "You will
do whatever I wish, because I will reward you with pleasure - pleasure that
God cannot give."  She bit her lip as he slammed his crotch against hers in
a brutal mating rhythm.  "All you have to do is give in to me."  She closed
her eyes and gently tugged at her swollen pink nipples.  "Just fill me up
with your seed, and then you'll belong to me, body and soul."  She smiled as
she felt his penis burrow inside her, deliciously scraping against her
sensitive cunt flesh.  "It won't be long now...just a few more strokes...and
you'll be all mine."

 Father Crane didn't know what she was talking about, nor did he really
care.  The triangular symbol that dangled between her breasts was now
glowing with an iridescent red light, but even this didn't faze him.  He had
his cock inside one of the most beautiful young girls he had ever seen, and
there was no way that he could stop fucking her.  If he didn't pull out
soon, he was going to shoot her womb full of sperm, possibly making a baby
inside her.  It was wrong - horribly wrong - but his dick was so hard, and
her pussy felt so good...  He just kept fucking her, and fucking her, until
he could feel the semen boiling up inside him, getting ready to burst out
from his cock and into the sexy young girl beneath him.  He should have
pulled his dick out of her, but he didn't.  With a primitive grunt of
indulged lust, he sank his cock all the way inside her steamy cunt as his
orgasm arrived.  He felt spurt after spurt after spurt of impregnating cream
erupting from his throbbing dick, pouring into the young girl's womb in
search of her female egg.

 As his sperm swam into her womb on their way to create a new life, Father
Crane slowly realized that something was terribly wrong.  He felt as though
an unknown entity had somehow slithered inside his own mind, and was now
robbing him of certain thoughts and ideas.  As he stared down at the blonde
girl's unholy amulet, all of his notions about faith and morality slowly
trickled out of him, replaced by animalistic desires and insatiable lust.
He began to think about all the other women he would have liked to fuck, if
only his religion hadn't prevented him from doing so.  Now that his religion
was gone, he couldn't wait for the opportunity to put his cock to good use.
He smiled at the thought of making those women moan with pleasure as he
stuffed them full of hard cock, corrupting them one by one.

 Susan looked up and watched the priest's transformation with sinister
delight.  Within a matter of minutes, it was all over.  He looked down at
her and smiled, and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips - a long, slow
kiss that left him wanting more.  She returned his smile and wrapped her
arms around his neck.  "You were right, Father...it does feel good to
confess your sins."


(to be continued...)

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