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“Sister, take a look at that bookshelf. Be a dear, and retrieve a book from the third shelf from the bottom for me.”
Papa had called you to his office to discuss your line of questioning earlier that day. You were having what you thought was a meaningful discussion with your fellow siblings of sin about the purpose of the church and the power of Satan. Unbeknownst to you, Papa Emeritus the Second was listening. When you began to question if Satan could really defeat God in the final battle of Armageddon, he stepped out of the shadows and demanded your presence in his office within the hour.
You were now here, waiting to be reprimanded in some way for so openly questioning the rule of your Lord, in front of his appointed earthly vessel no less. You didn’t mean any harm in it, you just wanted to know the opinions of your peers. You wouldn’t be here at the abbey, devoting your life in service to the Olde One if you didn’t think he could defeat the tyrant in Heaven. But that didn’t matter to Papa, it seemed.
You walked across the room to the bookshelf and bent down to the level of the shelf in question. There were many books, and you weren’t sure which one Papa wanted.
“Sir, which one of these did you want?”
“The cover is black. It is between The Divine Comedy and Paradise Lost.”
You scanned the shelf, and found what your Papa desired. You were slightly confused though, because the gold letters on the spine spelled out Holy Bible . What was that doing here? Surely he must be mistaken?
But you didn’t want to push your luck with Papa. If he truly made a mistake then he would correct himself, it was not the place of a lowly novitiate to correct the leader of the Unholy Church.
“Ah, I can sense your confusion, sister. Yes, it is the Bible I want.”
Damn your easily readable body language.
You took the Bible from the shelf, and had to hold in a sneeze from the dust that was disturbed. There really should be a ghoul to dust these off sometimes…
You walked up to Papa’s desk and extended your hand that held the Bible out to him.
“Here it is, your eminence,” you said, doing your best to not show the nervousness in your voice. While not as menacing as his brother, Papa, sometimes called Secondo by those in the Senior Clergy, still invoked fear in those that served him. He just looked like he could fuck someone up, and not in the pleasurable way.
“Oh, my dear, I do not want it for myself. I want you to read out a passage to me.”
…What?
Secondo could clearly read the question on your face.
“Yes, sister. I heard everything that was said earlier. And I wanted to…answer some questions that you may have.”
Heat began to rise to your cheeks and ears. You just wanted to hide away but the piercing gaze of your Papa was anchoring you to the ground.
“Oh…y-yes, Papa. W-where should I start?” Damn your voice for betraying you like this.
“Revelation chapter 20, verses 7-10. Read it.”
Your hands were shaking slightly as you fumbled through the old text. Papa’s voice was firm, sharp, demanding. It made your heart beat faster and harder. It has been years since you opened up a Bible, but you thought you remembered Revelation being the very last book. Your memory served you well in that moment, and you finally made it to the passage that you were being made to read out loud to your earthly master.
You swallowed and then began to speak the words.
“...And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, and shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog, and Magog, to gather them together to battle: the number of whom is as the sand of the sea. And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them. And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.”
You looked up at Papa and he was looking away from you, his eyes staring off deep in thought. He finally spoke after a few seconds of silence.
“It’s all lies. Lies fed to a starving, dehydrated man in exile. Hallucinations that his followers want to believe so badly, that they would forgo making this world a better place because of a so-called ‘paradise’ in Heaven. Is it truly a paradise if you are being forced to sing praises to a being that would allow suffering to exist in a world he created for the unending eternity?”
You knew this. But Papa felt the need to remind you anyway.
“We encourage healthy debate and discussion among the clergy, but don’t forget your place, sister. If it were not for this ministry, you would still be blinded by the false religion. To blatantly question the might and power of your lord Lucifer in his own house is no small thing. Punishment is required.”
Here it is, your reprimand. What would he make you do? Dust his bookshelves? Take on extra janitorial duties? Toil in the jungle his brother calls a garden?
Papa stood up from behind his desk, and began to walk towards you, slowly yet purposefully. He stood right next to you, his robes brushing against your body. He towered over you by at least a foot, and his eyes glared down at you. You suddenly remembered your outfit, and how…low cut it was. From his angle, he probably has a bird’s eye view of your cleavage.
You blushed furiously at the thought that you were giving him a show, however unintended it was.
He leaned down until his mouth was at your ear. He began to whisper.
“Sister…I want you to read one more passage for me.” He said as his lips softly graced your ear, sending tingles down your spine.
“Which one?” You whispered back.
“Revelation. Chapter 17. Verse 3-5,” his whispers tickled your ear.
“...So he carried-”
“Louder,” Papa interjected, no longer whispering.
You flinched at the sudden volume change, but cleared your throat and continued.
“So he carried me away in the spirit into the wilderness: and I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet colored beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet color, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication. And upon her forehead was a name written, ‘Mystery, Babylon The Great, The Mother of Harlots and Abominations of The Earth.’ “
Secondo took the Bible from your hands and snapped it shut. His mouth still at your ear, he spoke again. This time his voice was still quiet but loud enough that you could hear and feel the rumble in his chest from his deep voice.
“And you remember what we call this woman?”
You swallow again and answer him.
“The whore of Babylon.”
“Yes, sister. And do you know what I do to whores that blaspheme?”
“You…you punish them?”
He brought up his hand to caress your jaw.
“How clever. You are as smart as you are beautiful. Yes my pet, I will punish you. I already have an idea of what your punishment will consist of,” Secondo raised the Bible up as his hand that was caressing your jaw moved to your throat, where he began to lightly squeeze.
Your breathing became uneven, and you were sure your face was red because of how hot you were. He used his hand that was still holding the Bible to point to his desk.
“Bend over the desk and await me,” he commanded. He dropped his hand from your throat and stepped back to allow you by.
Not wanting to potentially raise his ire and extend whatever punishment he has in store, you immediately walked around the desk and leaned over it, your hands cushioning your face against the cold and hard surface. His shoes clicked against the floor as he walked closer to you. He ran the Bible slowly up your body, starting from the back of your thigh, over your ass, and up your spine. Electricity was radiating from your core, dancing underneath your skin. Secondo grabbed the hem of your habit and lifted it over your ass. He bent down and spoke over you.
“I will strike you on this luscious ass in three sets, six times per set. You will count out loud for each strike. Once you get to six, you shall start over. The total number will equal eighteen. Are we clear on your instructions?”
You were trembling, but excited . You had been spanked before, but this time was different.
He bent down closer to you, his mouth once again meeting your ear. He hesitated, then spoke softly to you.
“We do not have to do it this way. If at any point you feel it is too much, tell me to stop and I will. You are already forgiven.”
You breathed in a deep breath, and let it out in a slightly shaky exhale.
“I will…keep it in mind, Papa. But please…I want this from you,” you wiggled your ass a little to drive your consent across even more. Secondo let out his own breathy exhale. He buried his nose in your hair and sniffed. “ Satanas …you are such a naughty vixen, sister. Too bad I’m going to beat it out of you.”
You could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter.
“Actually, before we begin, remove your panties. Now.”
He moved from on top of you while your hands shot down to begin removing the offending garment. Apparently you weren’t moving quick enough because Secondo reached down himself and ripped them off with his hands, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the office.
“That’s better. Now…we begin.”
You buried your face in your hands as he began to gently caress your ass with a gloved hand.
“You remember your instructions?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
With that as your only warning, he struck your ass with the holy book.
You gasped, then muttered out a quiet “one.”
“My little whore, you sound so pitiful,” one hand reached up to grip your hair at the scalp. “Count louder.”
He struck you again.
“Nngah! Two!”
“That’s my good girl. Take it nicely for your Papa and maybe you can have a reward after,” he cooed.
You made it through the first set, and noticed Papa growled when you blurted out “six.” Tears pricked at your eyes as your ass was stinging from being hit.
“How lovely you are beneath me, submitting to me like this,” he said as he rubbed the ass cheek that was taking the beating. “And these tears that jewel your eyes, such a pretty little whore you are.”
You moaned at his hands massaging your ass, your pussy drenched at this point.
“That’s it, sing those praises to me my dear,” he gave no warning as he struck your other cheek, beginning the second set. You moaned in between strikes, your counting becoming more strained as your ass stung more and more with each hit. Tears began to flow freely from your eyes. He groaned again when you said six for the second time.
“Such a good pet you’ve been for me so far,” he began, “perhaps you’ve earned a little respite before we begin the final set.”
Secondo started rubbing your other ass cheek. You knew your ass had to have been a naughty red from being smacked repeatedly with a book. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had bruises by the end of this affair. Painful, delicious bruises.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
You followed the command.
“So obedient, aren’t you? You really want my reward?” Secondo teased.
You just moaned into the desk.
You felt gloved fingers gently probing you, exploring. The smooth gloves felt absolutely exquisite against your inner flesh, slipping against the slickness of it.
“So wet for me…you’re doing so well, my sweet. Now let me just,” Secondo removed his fingers from you and you felt something else take their place. It was…the Bible?
Oh you dirty old man.
Secondo began to rub up and down your pussy with the spine of the Bible. To desecrate the holy book like this…it was a thrill like no other, and it had you moaning into the desk.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Such a blasphemous little whore you are. That’s it, moan for me. Moan like the slut you are. Fuck, I want this book to be drenched in you. I want people to open it up and smell you on it, and know that it was used to fuck a writhing, wet, depraved slut.”
The spine was rubbing right against your clit, and you began to move your hips for extra friction. Secondo would not have this, and he grabbed your hip with his other hand to keep you still.
“Tsk tsk. Now sister, you should know better,” he removed the Bible from your pussy, and you whined in its absence.
“It’s time for the last set, my sweet,” he said as he moved his hand from your hip to your back.
“Your ass is such a lovely shade of red. Perhaps once it goes away you will be left with some delectable bruises, no?” With that he smacked your ass once again, this one harder than the other times. You yelped out “one!”
You are definitely going to have a hard time sitting after this.
He continued, punctuating each strike with a word.
Smack “Take!”
“Two!”
Smack “It!”
“Three!”
Smack “You!”
“Four!”
Smack “Fucking!”
“Five!”
Smack “WHORE!”
“SIX!”
Secondo growled and threw the Bible across the room. He grabbed your hips and flipped you on your back, so you were now facing him. His hand went straight to your neck and began to squeeze. He bent down until your noses were touching, your breaths both mingling.
“My my, you did better than I thought you would. Receive your reward for being such an obedient good girl for me,” Secondo attacked your mouth with his, his tongue immediately invading you. You groaned into him, and began to caress his tongue with yours, your lips moving against his. His kiss was seething, burning into you with the heat and intensity of Hell itself.
Without breaking the kiss, he used one hand to hike up his robes. You heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, and before you knew it, he pulled the belt free with one hand. He broke the kiss and released his grip on your neck momentarily.
“Give me your wrists.”
You held up your wrists to him. You would do anything for him at this point, let him do anything to you.
He grabbed both your wrists in one hand and began to tie them together with his belt. Once they were sufficiently secure, he let them go briefly to remove his robes. His mitre had long since fallen off, and he was left in black dress pants and a black button up shirt. You glanced down and saw the clear outline of his cock against his pants. It was straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and adjusted them enough so that his cock got its wish, and was free at last. Of course he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
You looked up at Secondo, and began to spread your legs for him. He smirked and grabbed your thighs and spread them further apart himself. He nestled his hips between yours and returned his hand to your neck, but didn’t squeeze.
“I’m going to fuck you now, my dear,” he rasped out. ”I’m going to fuck you the way a whore needs to be fucked. Hard,” he began to grind his cock against you, lubricating it with your wetness. You gasped as you felt the head graze against your clit.
“Beg for it. Beg for this cock.”
“P-please, Papa, I want it,” you mewled out.
“ Want? ” He gave your neck a squeeze.
“I n-need it! I need your cock in me! Fuck me, Papa! Please!”
“That’s better, was that so hard?” He loosened his grip slightly.
With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and began to position it at your entrance. He looked at your eyes once again as the head of his cock sat against your opening, a silent question in his eyes.
You answered by wrapping your legs around him.
Pleased with your answer, he began to push into you.
Gods above and below, he was thick and hot.
He pressed into you in one slow stroke. Your eyes rolled back slightly as he passed by that one spot inside you, until he was all the way in.
“You…nngh…are so tight and wet for me. Mmmm, that’s it, take all of me,” he groaned.
He hadn’t even started in earnest yet and you were already so close to unraveling.
He pulled out slowly, then without warning slammed back in. You were beginning to see stars, it’s all so much.
“Satanas, fuck . Do you know how much I want you? How long have I desired you?” He found a rhythm and began to really fuck you.
“And now that I’m inside of you, feeling your hot, wet cunt grip my cock like a silken vice? Oh cara mia, you have awakened the beast,” he grunted out.
His words only added to the fire burning deep inside your belly. The head of his cock kept brushing against that sweet spot inside, you were so close but not quite there yet.
“Does the whore want to come?” Secondo groaned out.
“Yes! I need to come, Papa! Please, let me come!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed to come like you needed air, like you needed his cock to fill you.
Secondo chuckled darkly, the sound coming from deep within his chest, rumbling.
“Since you’ve been a good girl for me, I think you’ve earned the right to come on my cock,” he rasped out, his voice graveled with lust. He moved his hand from your hips and used it to pin your bonded wrists over your head.
“Keep them there. If you move them from that spot, I will beat your ass again,” he threatened.
He removed his hand from your wrists, and you kept them in place. You’d be damned if you came this close to release to foolishly let it slip through your fingers.
“Good pet. That’s what I thought,” his hand began to trail down your body, stopping momentarily to grope your breasts through the fabric of your habit. Perhaps one day I can be completely naked under him…
Once he got his fill of feeling your breasts, he moved downwards once more, until his fingers (still gloved) brushed against your clit. You gasped and closed your eyes as you tilted your head back, fucking finally.
“Ah, this is what you need?”
“Nnng, yes Papa!”
Damn him, he stopped rubbing your clit.
You opened your eyes to begin pleading, when he used that hand to grip your thigh.
“You are the whore, and I am the beast. I'm going to make you the mother of my abominations,” he growled out. "I'm going to come so deep inside you, that you will be branded mine forever. You will not just be any whore, but you will be my whore!"
Oh fuck.
“Yes, I want it! Make me yours," you whimpered out.
Grunting, his fingers went right back to your clit and he rubbed it in tandem with his thrusts, which were speeding up. Obscene, wet sounds squelched through the air.
“Yes! Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Oh, just like that ! I’m so close! Nnng, ah, ahhh …”
“That’s it, beg for it you filthy bitch!” He snarled.
“Please! I wanna come! I’ll be your bitch! I’ll be anything you want me to be! Ohhh fuck, oh FUCK!” Your back arched and your toes curled as you clenched and spasmed around Secondo’s cock, mewling and whimpering as he kept pounding into you, now chasing his own release.
He squeezed your neck the tightest he had so far, he was so close. He finally came, curses falling freely from his lips. You felt his seed flooding in you, mixing with your own.
His movements stilled, and he looked down at you. Your wrists were still above your head and he went to undo their bonds, when he stopped himself.
“No, I have one last thing I must do to you,” he slid out of you and replaced his cock with his fingers. He moved them inside of you, swirling your combined release around. He removed his cum coated fingers and, using those same fingers, inscribed a 666 on your forehead.
“Receive now, the mark of the beast. You belong to me, always," he trailed his fingers down your face and stopped at your lips, when you took each finger in your mouth and sucked the cum off the leather.
“Such a good, sweet girl you are to clean that off for me,” he said as he released your wrists from their prison. You didn’t realize how sore they were, how everywhere was sore. Secondo saw it on your face, and took you in his arms.
“You did so well for me today, dear sister. I’m very proud of you.” He sat down with you on the long couch that was against the wall in his office, its purpose for this very thing you were sure.
He removed his gloves and began to run his fingers through your hair, whispering praises in your ear. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent, a mixture of ritual incense and his cologne. His other hand was rubbing up and down your back, occasionally the now exposed hand touching the skin of your neck.
“You are so strong for taking me like that, for enduring this perverted old man,” he chuckled. You smiled into his neck.
“You made it so fun, how could I resist?”
He kissed the top of your head. “My darling, you are very special to me. Anything you want, just say it and it’s yours.”
You gave it some thought.
Perhaps one day I can be completely naked under him…
“Could we, um, maybe cuddle some more? But, um…without our clothes on?” Good grief, he was just inside you and you're blushing over asking for some cuddles in the nude?
“Of course we can, my love. Let’s go to someplace more comfortable, like my quarters. We shall remain undisturbed there," he stood up and carried you bridal style, continuing to whisper praises to you along the way.
“You are my strong, sweet, lovely girl,” he sat you down on his bed. “And I never want you to feel less than what you are. You are mine to possess, mine to own. It is my responsibility to always make sure you are cared for in every regard,” he took on a more serious tone. “I meant what I said earlier, whatever you want…just tell me and I will see to it,” he kissed your lips, so softly it was almost like feathers brushing against you.
Secondo was scary, but so devastatingly romantic and soft underneath. Perhaps consenting to be his pet and plaything would be one of the best decisions you made so far in your life at the abbey. You couldn’t wait to explore this side of him, and for him to explore you in return.