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The young woman walked thoughtfully through the long halls of the Ministry with her eyes downcast.
She had been wondering for a while where some of her herbal books were, but she couldn't find them anywhere. Maybe Primo out in the garden would know more or Mountain, but she hated to disturb anyone's work.
Rosémary strode past a large, brown and heavy wooden door, hearing "someone" moan loudly and excited. She blushed and realised that the door was from Papa Emeritus the second and he was obviously having fun with one of the Sisters again. A little embarrassed, she walked on, then made her way outside to the garden.
To her surprise, she immediately found the large drummer Ghoul amongst all the beautiful roses and smiled gently at him. ,, Hello Mountain, how are you?" the Ghoul looked up and looked directly into her grey-blue eyes. "Hello Sister, I'm doing great, I hope you too?", Rosé blushed again. ,,Yes, of course, my dear," he must have noticed that she was a little off track. ,,Something wrong?” ,,Ah ... not at all, I just heard some "noises" that's all", she grinned a little until her expression became more serious again. ,,I hate to interrupt you, but have you seen my herbal books "Green Magic", "Nature healer" and "Nature Pharmacy"? I can't find them anywhere for some time now. I'm not sure if I've misplaced them or lent them to someone," she explained to the earth Ghoul a little frustrated. The larger one started to giggle a little, which was quite unusual for the drummer. Because of that, Rosé shivered a little and looked worried, had she said something wrong? ,,Oh Sister, if you would've said something. You really forgot? I borrowed them exactly three weeks ago, you told me I can bring them back as soon as I'm done reading them. So I took it to heart. But if you need them back right now I give them to you of course, I'm sorry that you was missing them", he giggled again. Rosé's face turned into a tomato and she looked down in embarrassment. ,,Tell me that's not true," she whimpered. ,,And I idiot really thought I had lost them somewhere, I'm so sorry Mountain, no I didn't really needed them. I just noticed they were missing from my shelves about a week ago, but if you still need them, you're welcome to keep them, of course!", so she went on with a high red head and made her way to the kitchen. Still completely embarrassed, she did not notice that a person was walking behind her. The young woman opened the white doors and stepped inside, seeing no one far and wide. After all, it was 4 p.m., coffee cake break were over an hour ago and dinner would not be prepared for the next one. But she needed some salts to fill up her jars in her little "witch's room". She walked to the shelves of spices, looked around and reached for some of the large white tins with writing on them. When she suddenly heard a running tap, she was startled and almost dropped one of the tins, but managed to catch it in time. Standing next to her was none other than Secondo himself. Dressed only in a black bathrobe and with smeared papal make-up, he stood there completely untouched and poured himself a glass of water. She cleared her throat a little nervously, not quite knowing whether to say something or not, before he took the initiative: ,, How we doing young lady?" Rosé turned back to the cans and took one after the other from the shelf. ,,I'm doing really good, thank you Papa. I hope everything is all right with you?", she paused for a moment in her sentence, wondering whether she really wanted say the next sentence or better not to. But for some reason she couldn't help herself: "Was it that exhausting that you could only put on that bathrobe to get some water? You're not getting any younger Papa”, Rosémary giggled, spooning in the coarse salt before daring to glance at Secondo. However, when she could see his face in the corner of her eye, her heart slipped.
“ Shit” she thought immediately.
Rosémary and Secondo had already had a few short, insignificant conversations over the time she had been working in the ministry and with each of those brief interactions she wondered afterwards if this man might have interest in her.
But at that moment, as she looked at him, she realised that she had definitely taken it too far. It was supposed to be just a little harmless joke, she loved to tease others, and trying it on Secondo was of course a risk. "Oh I- I deeply apologize-", Secondo's eyelids closed for a split second before he continued to stare at her intensely. "Could you repeat what you just said?". He asked in a tone that sent an icy chill down her spine. The young woman took a small step back and tried to save the situation somehow, laughing nervously and waving her hands. "Ah it was nothing nothing really, I also really should go now I deeply apologize for-" "Sister, I don't want to have to repeat myself, _Sí_?" he hissed, dangerous as a snake and was now only a few inches away from the smaller woman, still looking down at her with a steady gaze. She was intimidated, feeling bad for having been so disrespectful, but for some reason she didn't want to admit defeat quite yet. So now she cleared her throat and a slight grin spread across her face. She knew she was already in damn trouble, no matter what she might say now, it wouldn't improve the situation to any good. Also ...she had never been this close to Papa Emeritus the second, she found it kind of ...exciting. "Didn't I tell you the truth? You must be in your late 60s, so I can understand if you can't manage to put on something decent to go to the kitchen from not that far away," she gushed. And she knew that now she could watch the radishes growing from below. Inwardly she prayed to God ... or Satan, both. No matter who could save her here, she needed it.
The taller one's chest raised and sank a few times, his gaze not leaving a second from her eyes. Rosé, however, added the cherry on top: "So you see old man, I have to go now," with that she turned on her heel and managed to take only one step towards the door, when Secondo grabbed the back of her head roughly from behind, inadvertently pulling down the Veil, and then he grabbed her hair one more time, harder, minimising the distance between them to only a few inches. His left hand grabbed her left wrist, roughly, not even a sheet of paper would have fitted between his face and hers. ,,Since when are we so cocky, Sister?" his voice low, rough and dark. ,,The “old man” should teach you some respect," his eyes wandered back and forth between her widened eyes. Respect?" she whispers more hoarsely, the corners of her mouth still a little tightened into a grin, her voice pitched to express that she doesn't know what he was talking about, as if the word "respect" was something completely new to her.
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her pupils were double dilated and she could have sworn that her heart would stop at any moment, because it was beating so fast.
Rosémary could see Secondo's jaw muscles clenching and his pupils shrinking.
,,You are playing a dangerous game, stupida ragazza. You forgot who you are talking to." "I didn't, you are _one_ of the Papa's. One of the o", Rosé couldn't finish her next sentence because all of a sudden she felt a big hand firmly in her crotch and she gasped in fright. Papas mouth approached her ear and he whispered: ,,We will see who will get the last laugh, dolce sorella." With these words, he completely detached himself from the little woman, reached for his glass of water and disappeared again.
Her mind completely blown away, Rosémary breathed heavily, her legs trembling and resembled more jello than flesh, muscle and blood, and she had to cling quite helplessly to the kitchen table. She would never have expected herself to deal with Papa Emeritus like this, or even provoke him, but it ... was so thrilling.
But that he disappeared again without doing anything was quite strange.
Her crotch screamed, screamed from the need to be touched She was so incredibly wet. Her own hand now sought the wet fabric and pushed it aside. Not giving a single fuck that she was still in the kitchen, she stroked the firm, wet flesh a few times. When she heard another footsteps, however, she adjusted her black habit and grabbed all the decanted salt jars to disappear into her study.
The next few weeks were anything but fun for the young woman.
For the first few days she wondered what Papa meant, why he had just left and let her treat him like that, but little did she knew.
It soon became clear to her what she had done.
Normally the young woman was quite active in her sex life. Sometimes she had sex with Terzo, or with one of the ghouls, with the sisters and brothers or just mixed. But for weeks now, everyone stayed away from her. Not maliciously, they were all still insanely nice to her, spent time with her and didn't shy away from physical contact. But as soon as it went in a more explicit direction, they let go of her and excused themselves. Even Terzo, Copia and Primo seemed completely stressed and didn't have a free second, at least not when she had them.
She was completely desperate. At first she thought it was a coincidence, a joke at best, but she realised that Secondo must be behind it. He had used his power to upset everyone's schedules. That he would go so far ... but the worst wasn't even that she couldn't have sex with any of these people. The worst part was him. His presence.
Papa Emeritus the Second regularly made sure she wouldn't forget his powerful presence.
He was constantly walking past her, a few inches away from her, and it often happened that he suddenly stood behind her, almost breathing into her neck while she was involved in conversations with others. It was pure torture. But the really worst part was, she just couldn't forget his hand ... that big, rough hand in her crotch ...
It was evening, another exhausting day completed. Rosémary laying in her bed, the candles on her bedside table providing some light while she read one of her novels. Unconsciously, her dainty hand with black-painted fingernails had dug under her panties again. It was, in fact, the only fabric she was wearing.
There was a rather erotic scene between the two characters in her book, but nothing too erotic by far. Nevertheless, it directly drove Rosé completely out of her mind. She put the book aside and bit her lower lip in despair. ,,I can't ... this is torture". she whispered to herself.
She thought. At some point the whole thing had to end ... at some point someone would have time for her, wouldn't they?
No.
No ... even if they did. Even if someone happened to have time for her. She wanted Secondo. Oh she wanted this man so much. She wanted to feel him between her thighs, his tongue on her sensitive skin, his hands firmly kneading both breasts. "Ahh..." came a soft moan from her mouth.
The young woman with long, wavy dark brown hair opened her eyes and stood up. This could not continue like that.
She decided to put on her white, nearly transparent nightgown, take one of the big candles and make her way to Secondo's room. She didn't care if he was already asleep, busy in any way or didn't want to see her. She had to apologise. In the hope that everything would get back to normal. She had understood her lesson, damn it! _Don't mess with a Papa_, she thought. But after a while, when she stood in front of the big, threatening door, she swallowed nervously. All the courage and determination that had gathered inside her had magically evaporated and now she stood there like a heap of misery, unable to knock.
A few minutes passed before Rosé wanted to turn around to leave. She simply did not dare. But this plan also failed, because a incredible warmth spread over her back and a powerful presence took over her whole body. Then a whisper in her ear that froze the blood in her veins and gave her goose bumps all over her body: "Chi abbiamo qui? If that isn't Sister Rosémary. You want to talk with the door or what's going on here?" He asked, now the cocky one. Rosémary tried to turn a little so that she could look him in the eye. The candlelight flickered in both of her eyes. ,,It would be a pleasure if I could have some of your time, Papa," she said in a trembling voice, but she still played strong. Secondo gently pushed the Sister aside to open the doors to his room and stepped inside. His eyes wandered to her to signal that she could enter. And she did, closing the large door behind her and placing the candle on one of the dressers. The tall man, this time dressed in his formal Papal robes, switched on a few LED lights that filled the room with warm light, then sat down in his large, black (fake) leather chair, crossing one leg over the other.
,,So what is what you need, Sorella? I don't have the whole night, you better speak now," Rosé's gaze wandered around the room for a second.
She was caught off guard by the beauty of it, and the smell made her knees even softer than they already were. It smelled of fresh roses and a faint whiskey note spread through the room as Secondo poured himself a glass. ,,Someone's needs his beauty sleep?" she immediately bit her tongue. She just couldn't stop it. ,,I apologize, no, what I actually wanted is to apologize for my behaviour a few weeks ago. I'm sorry for being so disrespectful." In a few seconds, Secondo drained his glass and poured himself another one. ,,I don't think you mean that. Have a guess why?", he didn't even look at her.
But now she was beginning to weaken a bit. ,,And I apologise for the sentence I just said... You are a powerful man, Papa Emeritus and I am only a sister. I have disrespected you and for that I am truly sorry," Rosé stood in the middle of the room with her head bowed, didn’t wanted to look at his face. ,,Come here. Get down on your knees. Now," the man spoke in a firm voice. The young woman swallowed, her whole body tingling. After seconds of indecision, she cautiously stepped forward and went down on her knees in front of the seated secondo. ,,Who are you," he still did not dignify her with a glance. ,,I'm just a Sister," she replies carefully and with a trembling undertone. ,,Who. Are. You", Secondo now shot his empty glass onto the large wooden table in front of him with a loud bang. A little overwhelmed, the young woman looked up with her grey-blue eyes, trying to read something from Secondo's face, something to find out what he wanted to hear. But she did not know. "I-", a hand wrapped in leather grabbed her chin and now he looked her in the eye. He looked like an animal. An animal, greedy for its prey. ,,Look at you. Only a few weeks and you're already such a pathetic mess. I can smell you from here. Isn't that hilarious?". ,,I- I am not...", she stammered softly. She felt kind of humiliated, this was completely new to her and she didn’t really know how to react or act.
Papa‘s hand left her chin and his shoe now kicked her roughly in the crotch. Startled, the woman gasped, her eyes first moving to the shoe but then shooting upwards to Secondo's face. ,,You wanted to apologise but all I'm hearing are empty words that mean fucking nothing to me sorella."
Rose got more and more nervous, but know she nearly knew what he wanted to hear, but she wouldn’t give up that fast, not like that. There was still this tickling feeling inside of her to get every single reaction out of this man, that she could get.
With a shaky hand Rosé tried to reach for the shoe to push it off her, the pain was penetrating and rough, but Secondo only squeezed harder: ,,Dont you dare touching me with your hands," Secondo hissed, acting like she’s dirty. Rosé gasped softly and kind of aroused. "Seco- Papa ... I mean it, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean what I said ... I'm so sorry," whimpered the woman, hoping he would show mercy on her. But inside of her she knew she was looking for that mercy in vain. ,,Hai già avuto la tua occasione qualche settimana fa. L'hai calpestata, non ricordi? "(You had your chance a few weeks ago and you kicked it with feets. Don't you remember?) ,,I do remember Papa and I apologize, I'm so sorry, I ... I do everything, I'm just ..." "You are?". Silence.
"I'm just a silly sister and I need you so much ..." she whispered, looking down to the floor, not knowing if she was in serious danger or if this was a game. A sadistic game. "Speak up puttuna, I can't hear a fucking word", another kick in her crotch. Rosé groaned, louder this time. Her cheeks completely flushed, she still didn’t dared to look up, but he had other plans. ,,Look at me," he commanded. Hesitantly, Rosé looked up. ,,I'm just a silly sister…," she repeated herself, a little louder.
And with that Secondo lost his patience, grabbed her neck roughly and pulled her up onto his lap only to push her onto the table in front of him. ,,The whole room is filled with your arousal, I smell it like I never smelled anything else in my life, sister. You really get turned on by that?", he said, more a statement than a question. Oh if he knew. She was completely desperate and wanted this man. She wanted to feel him everywhere, now, immediately. ,,It's not my fault,", she said completely drenched in adrenaline, also grinned with a provocative gasp. Secondo reached for his belt tied around his hips and knotted her wrists tightly above her head, not responding to her cheeky remarks. After a few seconds of silence, looking at her and thinking of what he would do next, he asked:
,,Safeword?", this question alone gave her goose bumps all over again. Then Rosé thought for a few seconds. ,,Black candle," she answered. ,,Repeat it. "Black candle", "Good."
Papa roughly grabbed her panties, pulled them down and threw them away, pushed her nightgown up and pushed her thighs apart. Her crotch fully exposed nearly at his eye level, filling the room with her smell, she breathed harder and harder. Her pussy tingled from the wetness in the warm, dim light, her clit swollen, peeking out with interest. And as much as Secondo tried to hide it, the scenery made the blood rush instantly to his cock and became painfully hard. Papa watched her naked, pale body for a few seconds, looking like he would try not to eat her alive, before disappearing into another room for quite a while. Rosé whimpered. The table was cold on her naked, hot skin and her wet, pulsating cunt wanted nothing more than to be touched. The man hadn't done anything yet and she was already completely at the edge.
Then he came back, taking all the time of the world. Only wearing black Pants, shoes, his black leather gloves and his Papal make-up. She also know noticed the black ink all over his body, or what she could see now from it. It was a skeleton tattoo, only the parts between his bones on the ribcage not being filled with ink. She was completely fascinated, never knew he had this. But she wasn’t able to admire him like that forever.
,,Ve ne pentirete," the man whispered darkly. ,,E rispetterete il vostro Papa", with these words he now closed the distance between them in a few steps, grabbed her head roughly and pulled it upwards. He tied a blindfold around her and grinned to himself. ,,You look so desperate little sorella," he admitted, almost singing these words with a soft undertone. His right hand wandered gently over the sensitive skin in her inner thigh, dangerously close to her crotch. Rosé body twitched with excitement, unintentionally pressing her legs together a little, but Secondo pulled her apart again. "Push them together one more time, and that's the last thing you will do," she shuddered. This warning made her feel things she never felt before the young woman was sure that as soon as he touched her down there again, she would get an orgasm immediately. ,,Please ...” she whimpered. She just couldn't stand it any more. She wanted him so much. Papa Emeritus opened a drawer in the cupboard under the big table and took out a silver shining camera, then put it on a tripod and placed it so that it could record the whole table, then he pressed the "record" button, but of course Rosé didn't noticed anything from that. When he returned to her, she suddenly felt his hand finally where she needed it. But it was impetuous, ungentle. Papa flicked against the hard, aching clitoris and Rosé cried out softly in pain, surprise and a little pleasure. "Oh shit" ,,Language Sister," then he pushed a finger inside of her, without any preparation. Another scream, but louder. Again she uncontrollably and involuntarily pressed her legs together, completely overwhelmed from the sudden „visit“. The fingers withdrew from her hot entrance as fast as they entered and she felt his presence disappear, only to feel a hard, scratchy material lacing around her legs a few seconds later. Papa tied her calf and thighs together first on the left side, then the exact same on the right. He loosened the belt from her wrists. Then he bent both legs in the air so that the soles of her feet both met and now fastened both wrists to both ankles. Now the only thing she could possibly do was to roll back and forth. ,,I told you sorella. Now you are not able to move around anymore. I will use you until you realize who I am," and this was not a warning. It was a promise. Completely exposed she lay there, the wetness dripping down her thighs, her chest rising and falling heavily. She wanted to say something, anything, but her head felt like it was wrapped in cotton wool. Blood was rushing through her entire body, she felt so incredibly hot, everything in her was shaking. ,,Please," she whimpered again. ,,Who are you," that damn question again. ,,Rosémary", she answered with a low, trembling voice. A hit on her pussy. She screams. ,,Who are you", the young woman whimpers. "I'm Rosémary, a Sister of Sin ..." Two fingers pushing inside of her, without any warning. ,,I didn't ask for your pathetic name or your job. I asked. Who. You. Are.", Papa began to push his two fingers hard and mercilessly into her hot, tight cunt, edging her brutally. Rosé moaned, tried to squirm, to press her legs together somehow, but it was impossible. She was completely at his mercy. To his power. ,,I'm yours," she gasped out of breath. Papa didn't said anything for a few seconds, it was probably not a wrong answer. Relieved that she would not feel another hit, she breathed a sigh of relief, but instead he flicked her clit again. "Ahh fuck Papa...!" ,,Who are you," she lost her mind. ,,I don't know! I am - I, whoever the fuck you want me to be but please stop," she broke from the permanent questions, sensations and everything else she felt. Tears seeping into the thick fabric around her eyes and her mouth is trembling. "That's not the right answer sorella and you know it.", Secondo pulled his fingers out of her, for a second she calmed down again, but Papa thrust into her again, now with three fingers. Her abdomen ached, it burned and her tight pussy felt like it was being torn apart. For a while he penetrated her with his fingers, pushing them in and out deeply, fingering her hard and you could hear the loud smacking of her wet cunt throughout the room. Rosémary's fists clenched, it was the only movement she could manage with her bound body, and she bit her lower lip. She was already so close. Mercilessly, Papa kept fingering her G-spot with his fingers: "Pa-Papa I'm gonna... oh Satanas please I-", she moaned, being more aroused than afraid and in pain but Secondo stopped and abruptly pulled his fingers out of her again, pushing them in her mouth so he wouldn't have to hear her whimper. "So pathetic," he said in a low voice. Her abdomen twitched. Screamed. Ached. She wanted to come, she wanted to come so badly. Instead, she had Papas fingers in her mouth, tasting her bitter/sweet/salty liquid on her tongue, sucking on the leathery fabric, hoping he would have mercy on her soon. ,,Who are you," he asked. Again. Pulled his fingers out of her mouth.
Rosé was breathing harder and harder. She could hardly think straight. She was so close to breaking completely. One small step and it was over for her. ,,Rosé..." she whimpered, still insistent, she already knew what he wanted to hear, but she didn't want to give up.
Still with no ability to see and overstimulated senses, she tried to anticipate Papa Emeritus' next move, but she definitely would not have expected what followed.
Something hot that solidified in seconds dripped onto her hard nipple and another low cry of pain escaped her throat. He was torturing her, he was literally torturing her in so many ways, she thought she will pass out soon. Hot candle wax dripped incessantly on her nipples, the firm flesh of her breast, down to her ribcage further to her belly, deeper and deeper until it dripped on her mons veneris. ,,Mhhh ahhh...Papa please...". , was the only thing she could press out of her lips, mumbling.
This kind of torture went on for quite a while, Rosé was sweating, was completely at the end, her make up under the blindfold was definitely already completely smeared. Her wrists and ankles were burning from the ropes, her pussy so sensitive, even a slight breeze made her whimper.
Papa finally seemed to show some mercy as he untied her and took off her blindfold. And as predicted, her make-up was everywhere but on her eyes. Secondo couldn't help but grin slightly. 'That's how a whore has to look like,' she said no more. She was defeated. A humming sound coming from his lips: "Nothing to say?", she would have liked to give him a evil look, but she was no longer able to do so. ,,Stand up," he ordered. With shaky hands she propped herself up from the table and now sat, looking down a little at Secondo. His green and white eyes stared deeply into her grey-blue ones before he uttered the next command: "Down on your knees", and she did as he said without hesitation. Crouching down, she now sat there, looking up to him, waiting for the next order. He opened his pants and led his hard, aching cock out, desperately she looked at him. Secondo sat down and spread his legs. His cock twitched a few times and the big, kind of heavy prince albert piercing in his glans made his cock tilt forward a bit. The six silver shining piercing balls from his frenum ladder (including three piercings), shining slightly in the light and Secondo's hand gave himself a good few strokes. "You want him, bitch?" still fascinated, light headed and horny she nodded. "Use your words." ,,Y-yes sir," Secondo's right eyebrow twitched upwards. Rosé wanted to correct herself, but didn’t managed to do so anymore because he grabbed her head, pulled it roughly into his centre and pressed her lips against the hard glans. As she took the pulsing muscle into her warm cavity, she could taste the salty liquid of his precum on her tongue, and if she wasn't already so incredibly wet, she definitely would be now. Explorative the woman played first with the ring piercing on his glance, tasting the metal on her tongue, getting down and licking over every single piercing ball, deeply enjoying his protruding, emphasised corpus spongiosm. Then the sister tried as hard as she could to swallow her Papas hard, throbbing cock, but only half of it managed to get in. ,,Open your throat piccola puttana," he demanded and his hand dug firmly into her hair. Rosémary was still quite inexperienced at this, but didn't want to disappoint him, so she tried to remember how it worked. Somewhat helplessly, she managed to push another inch of his cock into her mouth, but then struggled against Papas hard grip and broke away from him, coughing and gasping for air. "I- I'm so sorry," Secondo wiped a tear from her cheek and softened a little, looking into her eyes with a warm gaze. "Breathe, deep in and out, then you open it and try it again, Sí?", it was good and calming that he left his hard role for a moment to reassure her and she regained her willpower, placed herself in his crotch again and took the length in her mouth. Then slowly she managed to slide the whole dick down her throat, from the glans, down to the shaft, until her chin touched Papas balls. She stayed there for a few seconds, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sensation, the piercings screeching on her already sore throat, until Secondo demandingly pulled her head up a little and down again. Rosémary clawed one hand down Secondo's leg, the other seeking her dripping pussy. "Don't you dare touching yourself," he hissed dangerously, and she immediately abandoned her plan. Roughly he pushed her head up and down, Rosé's abdomen vibrated and her head throbbed, as unpleasant as it was and she could hardly breathe, she found it really hot and arousing. Again her pulsating slit screamed to get some attention and she started to desperately hump the air. Secondo noticed, placed his leg and foot under her crotch and looked down to her. Without him having to say anything, she placed herself a little closer to him so that her naked, wet and dripping cunt touched Secondo's smooth, cold shoe. She would have groaned, but her mouth was stuffed. Absolutely desperate, she began to rub herself against his leg and shoe while Secondo fucked her throat. ,,That's it, that's a good little whore," Secondo gasped and put his head back a little. Both his hands had now dug into the backs of his chair and Rosé was now roughly moving her head up and down on her own, just as he would want her to. Deep, loud gasps were all she could perceive from him and she felt again how incredibly close she was to her orgasm, hearing and seeing him like that made her feel completely feral. She rubbed herself more and more uncontrollably and shamelessly against Secondo's leg, tears of pleasure flowed down her cheeks more and more and she felt that Secondo didn't need much longer either. Nevertheless, he managed to raise his head again, panting, and to reach both his hands into her hair and penetrate her skull completely unrestrained and hard. "I dare you to cum, slut," he moaned, his hips getting rougher and faster. Rosé tried desperately to get oxygen through her nose, but it wasn't enough and she couldn't handle it much longer. She felt herself going numb, her head was getting lighter and lighter, she could hardly hear anything, everything around her was becoming more and more blurred. Rosé stopped rubbing against him, whimpering inwardly for release. Then she felt it, finally. Secondos hot, thick sperm spurted down her throat and he roared loud and satisfied. A few more, gentler thrusts and he pulled his entire length out of her. The Sister coughed, directly swallowing the beloved oxygen so much deep inside her, her whole body filled with it and she slowly regained consciousness. "F...fuck," she whimpered in a long drawn-out voice.
As Secondo now fully recovered from his orgasm, he looked down at her in disgust, pulling his leg away from her. "Such a pathetic, desperate whore, has to hump my leg like a dog," flushed and ashamed, Rosé looked to the floor. ,,Look to your right," he added. Somewhat confused, she tilted her head back up and looked to her right, directly into the filming camera. The first second she wondered how it had got there, but then more blood rushed to her face, which was actually impossible. She quickly realised and then looked a little desperately at Papa. ,,It is in your hands little sorella. Behave and no one will see this. Disobey ...", he made a hand gesture, she understood without him having to finish his sentence. ,,I...I will be a good girl I promise Sir". ,,Is that so?" he glanced at her. Then he sank his head down to her. "You already were, I can't deny you were a good girl. You took me so well," a little smile on his lips as he praised her. Rosé smiled a little sheepishly, yet happily. ,,But that doesn't mean we are done," Papa Secondo got up from his chair and the Sister looked after him a little confused. She saw that his penis was hanging relatively slack and he definitely needed a while before he was ready for some action again. ,,Stand up," she did without hesitation. Secondo grabbed the camera and walked towards his bedroom. Rosé followed him with wobbly knees. ,,Lay down on the bed, spread your legs, Sí?", ,,Yes Papa", the taller one placed the camera on one of the shelves to the right and lit a few candles in the room. As she lay down in the soft white sheets, she inhaled the smell of expensive perfume and some sorts of flowers. She recognised the smell, it was the detergent they used in the ministry. He must have just changed the sheets. A shame it would get dirty again straight away, she thought. But that would be the least of her problems, as she soon found out.
Papa placed himself between her thighs again, letting first one then the second finger slide through her wet slit. ,,You still didn't answered my question fully correct il mio fiore", then he guided both fingers into her, the other hand pushed her abdomen down into the bed. ,,Ahhh!" she moaned loudly, wanting to rise up but he stopped her. When he felt how easily his fingers slid in, he added the third again and penetrated her quite roughly. His mouth found her hard clit, licked it gently and then sucked on it. Rosémary clawed desperately at the sheets, moaning loudly and unashamedly. "P-Papa! Yes, please please yes ...more, please ...", Secondo's sucking became stronger and she suddenly felt a fourth finger inside her. She felt as if he was tearing her apart, but at the same time the pain felt so sinfully good. He gave her what she was crying out for. More. With that realisation, she stopped begging for more, still moaning loudly. She knew she wasn’t allowed to come without Secondo's consent, but holy shit she was about to explode. And just before she came, Papa disengaged from her again, for the third time that evening, not letting her get the orgasm. ,,Nghaa!", loud and frustrated the woman cried out, it was an accident but she could not hold it back. ,,Papa please I'm begging you," but he didn’t listen to her.
On the contrary. He waited a short while until the game began again.
He licked and fingered her over and over again just before she came to her orgasm, only to detach himself from her again.
Rosémary cried, cried with lust and desperation, she could take no more, she was completely at the end, powerless, mindless, helpless. She just wanted to come, wanted to feel his cock, hard and deep inside of her. She wanted him so fucking much.
Rosé bent up with the last of her strength, crawled to him on all fours and gently kissed his dick, looking up at him with lust-veiled eyes. ,,Papa ... Papa. I am a mess, I need you so much. Please use me, please use my pussy. I ...", she stammered. ,,I'm a stupid little whore and your fucktoy, I do everything for you but for the love of Satan, fuck me and let me cum", she said all this while spreading soft kisses on his pulsating dick and piercings. And she felt it was having an effect on him, because his cock twitched with every hot word she breathed against it. Papa grabbed her shoulder roughly, pushed her into the soft pillows and blankets and spread her legs wide apart. ,,That's absolutely right," he grinned. ,,You are mine sorella, you are my little pet. A stupid little whore that I will use until I'm satisfied. I decide if I let you cum or not. You are under my mercy," he emphasised in a dark voice before the long-awaited cock finally entered her. She felt the big, cold ring against her walls, the cold piercing balls rubbing against them as well, it was so intense and also almost took her over the edge, not only the feeling of his dick, or the jewelry, also that they were so cool against her burning cunt was killing her.
Moaning loudly, she threw her head into the pillow and clawed her hands up Secondo's muscular, black inked upper arms, only the part where the bone was not being tattooed. His papal make up was ruined from the cunnilingus, but he couldn't care less. Hard and fast he thrust into Rosémary's pussy, she was so incredibly wet that he slid out a few times, but immediately pushed him back in. ,,Cazzo, your cunt is so slippery, good little whore," he moaned, getting faster and deeper. "Papa," she moaned like a prayer. Rosé's hands clawed deeper and deeper into the muscle flesh. Secondo's head bent down to her neck, biting hard into it, also leaving bitemarks all over it, slowing but getting rougher. "I- ...I", Secondo detached himself from her neck and whispered in her ear: "I will count down, puttana, if I reached uno, you will cum.” Inwardly the young woman screamed she would not last another second, she didn’t wanted to hold back another second. But she had to. "Dieci", a hard thrust, Rosé's legs were now tight around Secondo's hips. ,,Nove, otto, sette ...", he continued. "I can't, Papa I can't please please," her whole body cried out for release. She wanted to come, please, release at last! But he kept counting unbothered , thrusting faster again into her hot centre.,, Sei, cinque, quattro, tre ...", Rosé almost lost her mind. When Secondo put his hand around her neck and started to choke her, she literally saw stars. "I- I-..." ,,Due, uno ... come you whore! Vieni all'orgasmo, dammi tutto quello che hai! Come for your Papa puttuna", and with that her orgasm exploded. Her pussy tightened greatly around Papa's cock, pulsating violently, her whole body quivering and she moaned loudly. Secondo poured into her as well, his hand still tight around her neck, the other on her breast, pinching her nipple. "Nghh," he moans, his head in his neck. Both breathing hard.
It took them both quite a while to calm down from their orgasms, but Rosé seemed to have passed out a little. Secondo detached himself from her and turned off the camera, then gently grabbed her and carried her into the bathroom. ,,Oh Sorella, look at you. You've been so strong and tough for me, I'm truly proud," he said, stroking her hair. He poured warm water into the bathtub and the young woman slowly regained consciousness, looking into her Papas warm eyes. She smiled a little, yet exhausted. "Thank you Papa."
As they both sat in the warm water and Papa cleaned both of them, he kissed her hair
Rosémary got some of her strength back and she needed to talk about it: ,,Your tattoo and piercings, they are really interesting, I never experienced “something like this” ever before. Did they hurt?” , Secondo giggled. ,,Oh, they indeed hurt like hell, especially the one in my glans. But it was worth it, right?”, she grinned. ,,They felt so amazing, and they also look really sick. How long did your tattoo took? I feel like that must’ve hurt like hell as well.”, Secondo kissed her head again: ,,Mhh, it took over two weeks, we needed to make several breaks. It wasn’t that painful as it looks, but I wouldn’t recommend doing it, it was for sure a experience I made in my youth.” ,,A really hot locking experience”, Rosé added and he squeezed her legs, grinning over the compliment. A few minutes of silence passed, as Secondo spoke again : "Was it that hard to acknowledge your place my dear Sister?", "Mhhh," was all she said. ,,I know my place Papa," then a slight grin. ,,It took you a few weeks sorella", then she giggled. "Is it that funny sí?" Not at all, I just love teasing, I never wanted to disrespect you Papa" "Oh don't worry Sister. You can behave however you want to behave. But you will have to live with the consequences, I have many other ways to show you who I am.", and this again, wasn't a warning.
It was a promise.