Pulling the Strings of Depravity [>Haru & Riley<]

Father Daniel West Ph.D., Headmaster and Bishop of "St. Mary's Boarding School for Troubled Girls", and sponsored by Trinity Teens Solutions, was having some trials of a spiritual nature. He'd been placed in charge of the facility only one year ago and even in that time had seen all manner of young women come and go. He was highly revered and worked hand in hand with the other teachers of the facility.

The School is passionate about rescuing girls from crisis, renewing their belief and trust in God, and reuniting them with their families to produce long-term results. Teens who are experiencing a host of detrimental issues can expect positive long term results in the care of the school. At St. Mary's School for Troubled Girls, such girls are immersed in a home environment with the care and concern of loving, highly-trained staff who live on campus to provide full nurturing benefits. Education is a key component and the school helps students learn through the biblically based educational programs. Animal therapy and equine assisted therapy are part of the therapeutic methods used to provide the girls with opportunities to heal and succeed. The school believes that through prayer and worship, troubled girls can learn integrity and responsibility. Therapeutic programs include on-site family counseling and therapy, giving parents hope in family restoration, while keeping them well informed of their daughter’s progress.

The campus of the school was surrounded by a brick wall topped with an iron-wrought fence. Cameras dotted the campus as well, the 80-acre grounds criss-crossed with pathways and gardens interspersed with the various buildings that included the main church (which was the town's Catholic church and open to all), the main school, the cafeteria, science labs, library, stables and kennels, the dormitories, the convent, and also the house provided the Headmaster. There was also the small hospital and drug detox center. It was there that the most unruly and troubled girls were kept; the ones strung out on drugs, or whom had lived homeless, or came to the school pregnant. Kept separate from the general population until they were deemed fit.

At least, that was how it was for 95% of the females at St. Mary's. Callie was an exception. From what Father Daniel could learn, she had no family. Had never had a single visitor. It was troubling in a way, for even the most disturbed of the young women at least had friends that might visit. Callie was different. In his study and curiosity over the young woman, Father Daniel began to feel drawn to her. He wanted to help. It was his way. The Father had a deep burden. The school was to provide a home-like environment for the girls and though Daniel brought in priests now and then, and of course there were some male teachers, his presence was the most fatherly that most of the girls might know, and as had been proven again and again, a well-rounded young person, male or female, needed a mother and a father. Taking his duties very seriously he had begun to talk to the girl, and would make sure he was always quick with a kind word.

She was quite beautiful, and he had wondered what her background was, and in looking through the records and learning the grounds, the Abbot had found something rather remarkable. A series of catacombs and tunnels ran beneath the entire campus. Further investigation showed that all whom had known of the facilities strange pathways were long dead. Further investigation revealed that the grounds had not always been owned by the church, but had in fact been used for several other functions; as a hideaway for the Underground Railroad and then later during Prohibition. So it came to be that Father West liked to surprise those around him by using the tunnel that ran from the church to his home, or to other such locales.

On call 24-hours, especially when the normal head Nurse was not available, Father West often stopped by the hospital and the infirmary to check on students. It was during one of these trips that he grabbed the vial of Demerol and the syringe. At the time he hadn't known why, but as he watched Callie one day it occured to him. She would be his secreted slave, his stash of outlawed potent drink. He would imbibe her and take from her with none the wiser. Her history showed a runaway, a constant flight response to things that might trouble her. She'd managed to avoid getting hooked on drugs, but only through luck. Now that she was older, should she disappear again, who knew what trouble might befall her. Selling her body for drugs, or worse.

Father West knew he could save her from such a fate, save the body for godly works.

So it was that the syringe was filled and she was caught alone in the library. He knew she studied late. The rooms below the church itself and also his own home had proven to be the best places for him to construct the various devices and store the intruments of his good work. They had been prepared and now he would deliver the Lamb. Deliver the needful Flock to her Teacher and Savior. He would carry her and show her the True Path. She might not understand at first, but he could show her clarity, show her mercy. Give her to the Lord.

The long and wide wooden table was fitted with the straps and she was layed upon it, supine and still dressed. Wrists and ankles bound tightly, though not enough to cut off circulation. Father West was humming to himself as he worked, making adjustments to some of the equipment.

Callie Parker had been studying in the library. Although she was all around a good student, she did struggle from time to time in her history courses. For some reason her mind refused to remember events, or at least the dates in which they happened. The test tomorrow had been looming over her shoulder all day, and as much as she would have loved to be curled up in her bed...she decided to do the responsible thing and actually study.

This was the the most stable place she had ever lived, and at sixteen she could easily say it felt the most like home. It wasn't saying much, considering she had bounced around in the system so much before arriving at St. Mary's, but it was certainly something she still took pride in.

The last thing she remembered was something about the War of 1812, the one date she could remember since it was conveniently placed in the name of the title. A groan escaped her lips before her eyes even opened, her body attempting to move even though her limbs still felt as though they were made of cement.

A few moments later her heavy eyelids peeled apart, blinking heavily in an attempt to adjust to dim lighting in the room. Nothing looked familiar, even though most of it was just a fuzzy haze at the moment. Had she fallen and hit her head? Maybe she passed out and slumped out of her chair. That's didn't feel right though, if there was one thing she knew for certain, she wasn't on the ground. It was then that she heard the soft humming coming from the opposite direction in which her eyes were fixated. The young blonde froze in place, fear running over her body like a dark chill.

The instant reaction was to try and move, but as soon as she went to pull up her arms or legs she was instantly halted. It was then that she felt the bindings adorning her wrists and ankles, tight but not so much to where they were uncomfortable. Suddenly her eyes darted around the room, terrified as to who was in this room with her...the tone of low hum oddly familiar.

As soon as she saw the priest at her side she relaxed a little bit, surely he was here to save her?

"F-Father West...thank god you're here. Can you please.." Callie's words were a bit frantic, her breathing erratic as she did her best to fight off the panic that was slowly creeping it's way into her chest. Especially since she was suddenly very aware of the plaid skirt she was wearing and how it had seemed to had ridden up her thighs at some point. Of course nothing could be seen, but she certainly didn't want the older...and well...unattractive priest to catch a glimpse of her unmentionables. "Can you please get me...get me out of this - what is this? Were are we?"

The young blondes head flooded with questions, so many that she was having a hard time pinpointing an actual thought to articulate. Still she did feel at ease knowing she wasn't alone, and apparently someone had already discovered her. Who would do something like this? It was bizarre, but convinced she was safe she tried to avoid actually thinking to heavily about why she had been strapped down to a table.

"I was in the library...could you please hurry Father West...it's a little chilly and I think my leg is starting to cramp up..."

It never once crossed her mind that she was still in the room with the person that had tied her down to the table, after all Father West was a well respected man...he was a priest! Men of God didn't so things like this, it was...well...unheard of as far as she knew. Which was why she was so convinced that her captor was in fact her savior.

Father West turned as she spoke, a ready smile on his face. "Callie! You're awake! Glad to see the drug wearing off dear girl. The Demerol can be tricky." he said nonchalantly and a look of concer crossed his face as her panic obviously started to rise a little. Setting aside the item in his hands Callie would be able to see it was a circular ring affixed to a strap or maybe a bridle of some sort. He was shaking his head though as he came closer.

"Oh no my dear. I'm afraid that I cannot yet loosen those bindings. I have the Lord's work to do you see, and you, my sweet girl, are in desperate need of saving." he said as a matter-of-factly, and reached down to gently, reverently really, sweep some of her lovely blonde hair back behind her ear.

As she spoke of a leg cramp he seemed concerned and moved down a bit. "Which leg dear girl?" he would ask, and would move to the right or the left as she indicated and his big strong and most importantly, warm, hands would indeed knead and massage her leg. The skin beneath his own rough calloused hands was silky and smooth. One might think that the Abbot would have smooth hands, but he quite delighted in wood-working and other actitivies that kept his skin rough.

He was kind enough to moisturize though.

"You're cold?"] he asked and would move to turn on the space heater he'd purchased. The thing was quite large but he did realize that winter was coming and that a girl like her needed not only shelter, but warmth. It would simply not do to come and fetch her one morning to see that she had died of hypothermia. It was hard to do the will of God with a corpse.

The place was well lit with several shaded lamps running extension cords to who knew where, though most of the light and a little of the warmth came from the plethora of candles about the room. It was a rather drab room, all told. Gray stone and old wood, and with a tunnel leading away in all directions.

"Did you know," he began, "that in the Middle Ages it was not uncommon for a wman to be made to wear a chastity belt? These large cumbersome devices that covered her so that no man could gain access to her. Of course, such practices have fallen out of favor now, but I've been considering bringing the practice back to St. Mary's. It is so sad to see those young girls in the maternity ward. So very young. Of course, that might be a lesson for later. For now..." He moved back and got the device he'd been holding. Holding it up she could see it more clearly now and it had several little straps and chains on it. "I think this might be more your speed." Father West said and set it on the table at her side before grabbing something at the other end of the table.

Holding up a set of multi-purpose scissors he began to hum again as he slid the blade along the hem of her pleated skirt. "Now don't you move or you might be cut!" he warned. He did the same to her blouse, leaving her in just her bra and panties as he tossed the ruined blouse and skirt aside. Cocking his head to the side he only used the scissors for a couple more snips before he tossed aside her bra as well. Those lovely rounded globes now presented, the father took a deep breath. His hands trembled and he swallowed before letting out another breath. His eyes flicked up to hers and then slowly his roght hand reached out to fondle and squeeze one breast. It was soft and so lovely, and he could feel his majestic priestly cock straining at his pants under his robe. Jerking his hand away as if he'd stuck it in a fire he quickly moved back to the contraption he'd set aside and he grabbed it and cranked the table so that it rotated, standing her upright.

The restraints do not let her go anywhere and yet it gave him a little room behind her back to work the straps and chains into place. Soom he was done. "There we go!" he said, quite proud of himself. He looked at her admiringly for a moment. The little clamps on her nipples, those pink peaks poked through the small openings before he tightened them and her mouth, now fitted with the ring that would stretch to allow him to enter there and yet keep her teeth away.

"How do you feel?" he asked, forgetting in the moment that she could not truly answer.

Callie just froze in horror as Father West started moving his rough hands against her bare leg, barely able to even signal which limb was causing her the discomfort. The comment about 'saving' her kept replaying in her head, even as he finished working over her smooth skin with his rough fingertips and moved to turn on a nearby heater. There were a few times she went to speak, but the words seemed to get caught in her throat, only small incoherent mumbles making it past her lips.

"I think this might be more your speed."

As he set the item in question down beside her she frantically moved her eyes over it's multiple straps and cords, trying to figure out what exactly it was she was looking at. Of course her attention quickly moved as she felt the bite of cold metal against her skin. "Father West? Please..."

The words trailed off as he began to snip away at her skirt, quickly exposing the white cotton panties that had been hiding away underneath. The disrobing didn't stop their either, the large man of god moved to her shirt with little hesitation, and then...her bar. As soon as her top half was fully exposed all she could do was close her eyes, still unsure about what was going on, although it was becoming more and more clear. The air was still chilled, which caused her nipples to harden immediately.

Part of her still wanted to believe this was completely innocent, maybe a new method or corporal punishment he was trying out...that was simply a bit more extreme? Even as the thought raced across her mind, she knew she was juts trying to sugar coat the sinister things starting to unfold. That same rough touch was once again at her, only this time it ran itself long the soft and smooth curve of her breast.

Instinctively her body recoiled against the older mans large hand groping at her young form, but there wasn't much wiggle room and nowhere to run. For a split second she enjoyed it, even the bindings around her wrists and ankles caused her body to briefly tingle with a strange ache, but it quickly dissipated as fear once again took the reigns. "Have you lost your mind? You...you can't do this..."

The words seemed to go unnoticed, at least for the time being, the contraption that had been set aside now being bright to forefront again. Callie tried to struggle, tried to fight, but she was a petite girl. Even if her arms and legs weren't bound she would have difficulty against a man of Father West's size.

None of it seemed too bad, until the first nipple clamp was attached, a sharp yell escaped her lips as her body jerked. As the second was placed onto her other nub of sensitive flesh the yell turned into a strange groan. It was certainly one of discomfort and disgust, but there was something else laced beneath it's exterior. An inkling of pleasure perhaps? There was no way of really knowing, the only thing that could be said for sure was that there was more too it than the immediate knee jerk reaction.

Callie tried to turn her head as the ring was brought to her lips, it was all for naught of course. Eventually the priest was able to wriggle it past her pouty tiers, positioning it perfectly between her teeth so that she wouldn't be able to move it, even though she was desperately trying to knock it out with her tongue. What was this even for? To keep her quiet? That didn't seem right, considering it was just a giant ring which she would easily be able to scream through.

In an attempt to pull the contraption from between her lips she jerked her head, the motion followed by an immediate cry of regret. The poor young blonde didn't know that the very piece she was trying to remove, was attached to the nipple clamps digging into her sensitive flesh. The shriek echoed off of the walls, but seemed to cause little concern. Was she really in a place that nobody could hear her?

"How do you feel?"

"Le ee go ou crayee ucking reak..." Those eyes narrowed in the priest's direction, they were filled with fear and hatred. Father West was a well respected man, why in the world would he be doing this? 'Le ee go!!!'

Of course Callie couldn't have possibly noticed it, but maybe the priest had. Despite her obvious protests, her body was quickly betraying her. In the center of those white cotton panties, a small but very obvious wet spot was starting to emerge. Maybe the young blonde wasn't mentally on board with the program, but her body was already starting to respond to the priest's treatment in the most wicked way.

Father West merely smiled at her as her pleas became more desperate, though the ring gag prevented her from enunciating. "Oh, my poor lost child. You must be taught." was all he said before moving the table again. His hands brushed briefly over her large ripe tits, the soft flesh jiggling and moving as he moved the table. The base of the huge piece of furniture was unique and he laid her back on her back but then further still so her head was below her feet. "I think that should do." he said, and locked it in place.

Then, humming once more, the good Father began to disrobe. One could see where, perhaps earlier in his life, he had been a fit man, though now his stomach was a bit more rotund. Slipping off his pants and then his underwear, he turned back to Callie, now nude. His cock hung between his legs, long and thick and larger being semi- flaccid than most men were erect. A smile crossed the face of the Abbot and he settled himself over her face, and without a word set the head of his cock at the entrance to the ring gag and slid himself past it and into her mouth.

Of course,, there was little she could do, for even if she thrashed her head side to side she'd not be able to bite him, and would jerk and twist her own nipples. Father west would do this again and again until she would calm down and all the time his cock grew more full and hard until finally he was fully hard in all his glory. "My child..." he whispered, with reverence in his voice, and slid his cock into her mouth again, her only opposition her tongue and of course that only encouraged him. The thickness of him invaded until he hit the back of her throat and he pulled back after a moment, seeing saliva running from the corners of her mouth, and his cock glistening. He gave a little shudder.

Callie just watched in stunned silence as the large older man began to disrobe, as if were completely normal what he was doing. When he turned towards her once more her eyes widened at the sight of the length swinging between his legs. The only thing she could do was babble incoherently at him, even shaking her head in protest would cause her nothing but discomfort with those nipple clamps firmly attached to her flesh.

In what seemed like an instant he was hovering over her, and the head of his cock slid between the ring and into her mouth. The young girl attempted to scream, but it was only muffled by his growing manhood. The blonde fought as hard as she could, but being bound the way she was, there was really no way to avoid swollen head as it slipped in and out of her mouth, growing with each reentry.

It only took a few minutes, but eventually she just closed her eyes and relaxed, thinking that maybe he was just going to continue in this manner until he got off and then leave her alone. It was a long shot, but she had already inadvertently shaken her head in an attempt to avoid him, she wasn't sure her pink little nipples could take much more. Of course as soon as she stopped fighting so hard was when the priest decided to change up his rhythm.

Instead of just the head sneaking past her lips, he pushed further down into her throat. As soon as she gagged he seemed to stop, holding himself in place before finally pulling back out. Callie instantly started coughing as soon as his cock was removed, wet stick spit starting to streak from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks. "Peeese....sooop...peeese...whhyy?"

Her eyes finally opened, taking in the sight of the priest dangling above her in all his glory. It was huge, and now dripping with her spit.

The Abbot watched as her mouth dribbled out her saliva, watched as it ran down her cheeks, but managed to avoid her eyes even as it streaked her forehead and went into her hair. With a cherubic smile he slipped his cock back into her mouth again, using his hands to pull back his considerable belly as his hips pressed forward. He could even see her throat distend a little as he forced that thick cock into it, and he knew that he'd be cutting off her air. It thrilled him a little, holding her life in his hands like this. He wondered if that was what it felt like to be God.

Still she'd not taken his full length, but the hairs on his balls tickled her nose, the smell of him and the taste of him suffused her senses and he could feel her throat start to work as her body struggled for oxygen. Finally he pilled back, the absence of his righteous cock in her mouth accompanied by thick ropes of saliva and her sputtering for breath, more sticky spit coming that fell as gravity dictated and covered her nose and eyes and ran into her hair.

"You're quite messy." he told her casually, and considered cleaning her. "This is why you need my help." he told her and seemed torn on just what to do. Looking down as she got her breath he could see her nostrils blowing bubbles with her saliva. It reminded him of a babe that had spit up. That was what she was, a babe, and it was his duty, his calling, to take care of her.

reacheching down his hands groped those ripe breasts, which hung at an odd angle in her position, and he experimentally slapped one with his cockk, interested to see how it might ripple or jiggle. He was not disappointed.

Callie's noises and pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as the priest once again pushed his massive head down into her throat. This time forcing himself further down into it's depths and testing her limits. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as the thick coating of saliva started to spread out across her nose and into her eyes. Part of her wanted to hear him say something, acknowledge what he was doing to her and why he was doing it. For the moment though, he seemed completely disconnected.

"This is why you need my help."

The young girl couldn't actually see him anymore, but she should hear his movements. It made her nervous. Suddenly she felt a slap to her breast, causing it to sway at the sudden whack. Her head jerked, but this time when the cords tugged at the clamps around her nipples the cry of pain seemed to be laced with something else. It was subtle, but it was definitely there. Pleasure? Callie couldn't believe it herself, brushing it off in her mind a fluke, maybe the sound had been different because of fact that the could no longer breath out of her nose.

"Faaaher....peese..." That thick pink tongue snaked around her mouth, moving to run along the ring that was holding her teeth in place. "I dhhoonnn unnhersand..."

Again she pleaded with him to talk to her, explain himself...even if he had nothing but vile words for her...maybe it would give her some kind of comfort. At the moment she felt that maybe he had snapped, was out of his mind and needed to go to the hospital...or the loony bin. This wasn't like him, the older man usually very well spoken and easy to understand.

Now he seemed to be lost in some strange thought, had tied her up, and forced his massive member down her throat. The young blonde took another deep breath through her mouth, and pushed more air through her nose in an attempt to keep her sticky saliva from getting too far into her nasal cavity. It bubbled up around her nostrils, causing her to look like even more of a messy whore than she had just a moment before.

There were other strange thoughts circling around in her mind as well, even though she was doing everything she could to bush them back into the corners of her mind. Like how it felt a little exhilarating having him choke her with his member...how she almost liked the feel of its thick length stroking at her throat. The thoughts were so wrong and dark that she could only assume that maybe it was due to the blood rushing to her head.

"Caaahh oo peesee iiippe iii aace ohhh"

Every noise was carefully articulated as she tried her best to ask him to wipe off her face and offer her some relief as far as her breathing was concerned.

Father West had to admit that he loved the way her tight throat hugged his shaft. He'd had very little experience with sex, save for some fooling around back before seminary. That had been many years ago. The strange words the girl spoke.... no, Callie... not 'the girl'.... made him wonder if she was speaking in tongues, or the infernal tongue of the Devil. Grabbing a rag from his workbench he wiped her face, strings of saliva connecting the cloth to her face until they finally fell away.

Crouching down before her, though her body was upside down a bit, Father West's cockhead touched the ground, the wet glistening tip picking up dirt even though he was unaware. "I wonder if it might be better to take that gag off of you my dear. After all, it does make it hard to speak." He stood and moved to the wall of tools and picked a set of pliers and came back to her and crouched again.

"I'm going to undo that gag, sweet child, but if you bite me I'll wrench all your teeth out and fuck your mouth anyway. Got it?" he said, and even to himself it was as if someone else was speaking. Such words had never left his mouth before, and he paused a moment, blinking in confusion. Still, the wrench was in his hand and he tapped the metal tool against her jaw gently to accentuate his point. Once she gave a nod or some indication, he'd remove the gag, but leave the nipple clamps in place, one hand idly wandering over her body, fondling her tits and sliding down, or rather up, between her legs. The moisture and heat there was noticeable and the Father broiught his hand to his nose, sniffing.

It had been a long time since he smelled pussy and he'd never tasted it before. The slight sheen on his fingers was proof though and he held them up for Callie to see. "Sinner!" he exclaimed and shook his head. "I think this might be a loosing battle with you, my child." he commented and then stood back up again, tapping her chin almost thoughtfully with his dick. He then ran the head over her lips, the frenulum underneath rubbing over her nostrils.

"I'm going to undo that gag, sweet child, but if you bite me I'll wrench all your teeth out and fuck your mouth anyway. Got it?"

Callie's eyes widened at not only the threat, but the lewdness of his words. Never before had she heard him speak that way, and even as she watched them spilling from his lips she had a hard time believing it was real. Even with her confusion she managed to nod at him, certainly not wanting her teeth to be wrenched from her mouth.

He seemed to accept the shake of head as he moved to remove her gag. As soon as it was pulled from between her lips she gave a sigh of relief, opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to stretch out her cramped jaw. Of course her attention was quickly pulled elsewhere as Father West's hands started to roam her young smooth body.

A gasp fell from her lips as he dipped between her thighs, pulling the fingers to his nose and giving them smelling them curiously. The poor girl was still terribly confused, but at least the older man was finally talking. The word sinner reached her ears, every letter seeming to drip with judgment from the priests mouth.

"I think this might be a loosing battle with you, my child."

With that he was gone from her view, his massive member once again up close and personal. The feel of the heavy length as it slapped against her chin made her shudder, and her center ache. The young girls body was starting to slowly betray her...getting oddly turned on by the situation she had managed to find herself in. The swollen head them moved to stroke across her lips, and almost instinctively she parted her lips to greet it. That pink little tongue snaking out and running along the tip.

As soon as she realized what she was doing though, she quickly stopped. Once again chalking up her strange thought and behavior to the fact that she had blood rushing to her head. Instead if focusing on the thick cock bouncing in from of her face, she honed in on what he had said not moments before.

“Father West? I don't understand what's going on. Did I do something? I mean...this is...extreme what you're doing. You eventually going to have to let me go...”

Her words not only seemed to fall upon deaf ears, they seemed to fall upon hostile ones as well and Father West bent down and slapped her across the face. "You DARE to question the Lord's work? As a sinner you are to be bound and punished until you realize the error of your ways!" he growled and slapped the other side of her face, both cheeks now warm and tingling a bit. "You have no friends. No family. I am all that you have now. I am your whole world." he told her and stood, his balls pressed to her mouth as that long shaft pressed its hot flesh along her throat and his hands were upon her breasts then.

His hips moved slightly, pressing those full ripe balls along her mouth and chin, and she would be able to feel the clamps on her nipples come off as his fingers took their place, tugging and twisting those pink pebbled peaks. A soft moan escaped him, the first sound of pleasure she'd heard him utter and then his hands were between her legs, exploring, and pulling aside those plain white cotton panties to seemingly inspect her smoothly shaved cunt.

"I know your body has been up to the Devil's eork..." she heard him murmur, not truly speaking aloud. "How could a body such as this do anything but serve Satan?" he asked, voice still low. "It must be taught. To serve the Lord." he said and then she would feel his breath, warm on her skin as he nuzzled the inside of one thigh, his tongue dragging over that creamy skin. Below she could feel his cock throb and a wetness along her throat then as precum dripped from the tip and along her skin, the air hitting the liquid and cooling it.

Seemingly brought from his reverie the Father looked down and grabbed the base of his cock to shove into her mouth. He fucked her mouth like that, not fully, though his balls unceremoniously slapped her face again and again, but at least he wasn't forcing himself down her throat. He didn't seem completely satisfied though and though he fucked her mouth for amoment or two he needed more, and he needed to let her loose from the restraints so he culd secure her to the hooks in the ceiling. Pulling his thick veined shaft from her mouth, once more dumping a bit of saliva along her face.

The table was set aright, the Abbot's holy rod dripping along the floor a bit from her forced ministrations, and soon her feet were undone, the restraints in place but the long leather straps now free. In another moment her arms were as well and the Abbot turned to gather the rope so he could begin to secure her in other ways.

Callie gagged as he once again shoved himself down her throat, thrusting in and out for a moment as his hands continued to roam across her body. The spit started to build up once again, but it wasn't nearly as overwhelming as it had been before, the young girl still able to open her eyes and breath out her nose. A confused look spread across her face as the priest began to fiddle with her restraints, freeing her not from the binding about her wrists and ankles, but releasing her from the table.

As soon as she was sure he was done she decided now would be the time to try and make a break for it. Sitting up straight she throw her legs over the table, her feet hitting the floor ready to start running. If he attempted to reach for her she would dodge him as best she could, starting to head off in a direction she hoped would lead her back into the outside world.

The ring that had held her mouth open as well as the nipple clamps swung freely about her frame as she started her jog, her breasts swaying heavily as she moved along down one of the narrow hallways. It was becoming quite clear the father she moved, that she had no idea where she was going. Her best guess was that they were underground, the long corridors seeming like passageways she had read about in her history books. Had they been beneath the church? Was that why the smell had been so familiar?

Pushing the thought aside she focused once again on trying to escape, moving as quickly as she could in her state of dress with no shoes. A groan of frustration rang out from her throat as she found herself at a dead end, this place was like a maze and she didn't really have the time to stop and think about where she had been, or where she should go. All she could hope is that maybe she had moved fast enough to where she wouldn't get trapped in this dead with Father West close behind.

Father West was getting the rope ready, the hemp strands harder to deal with but very traditional. That was when he looked and saw Callie moving off down one of the hallways, the leather straps of the restraints trailing from ankle and wrist alike. With a frown the Father considered. He'd spent the last several weeks, months even, studying these tunnels. He knew them forward and backward and every nook and cranny. The chance that Callie would find any sort of exit from this place was slim, but the thought that vexed him more was that she'd run.

With a sigh he grabbed a few things and headed after her. It wasn't long until he found her. He shook his head as his larger form loomed at the entryway to the dead-end. "Why? Why would you flee from Good's good work?Do you not want salvation? Would you want to burn in the pits of Hell?"

He approached and continued to speak. "You fled from the presence of the Lord and you must be punished! You fled like a dog and must be whipped like one." he said, and the leather strap snapped out and across one thigh. The again and this time slapped across her tummy. Father West whipped her with the belt, soon long reddish welts appearing on her from her thighs up, and one particularly vicious slap catches her across her tits - those perfect soft globes jiggling and bouncing.

"On your knees sinner! Prostrate yourself before the Lord!" he cried and would force Callie to her knees. Once there he jerked her around by her hair, his hand slapping her now, over her ass and her back and forcing her to her hands and knees. He straddled her back, almost like he would a horse and pulled her head back by her hair, one hand free as he showed her what he had.

"This is what awaits you. Bitch! Hound of the Lord!" he bellowed, almost spouting nonsense as he pulled the thick leather collar around her neck and tightened it, hooking the leather leash to it. "If you're going to run off like a dog, then I am going to treat you like one." he said, and grabbed the leash and wound it around his hand to give it a jerk as he stepped away from her, pulling her along and that first forceful pull bringing her off herhands and knees so she landed flat on her belly, her breasts scraping along the floor.

Father West continued marcging along and she had two choices - let the Father literally drag her back, or try to follow on her hands and knees or maybe even try to make it to her feet to follow.

The crack of the leather strap hit her ears long before the pain settled in, but once her brain registered the blow to her soft flesh she let out a shriek of discomfort. Before she could even process the pain, another viscous strike lashed out, followed by another. The sounds echoed through the underground passageway, and by the time the priest pulled her to her knees her body was shaking severely in both fear and pain.

A sob escaped as he forced her onto her hands, straddling her as though she were some kind of farm animal. Hot tears streaked her cheeks as he yanked her head back to peer up at him, his larger frame towering over hers. Nothing was making any sense, and as the collar was fastened about her neck she felt what little hope she had disappear. If she were to run again, where would she go? This place was like a maze, and she imagined if she were to run again the punishment would be more severe.

"If you're going to run off like a dog, then I am going to treat you like one."

The jerk of the leash caused her head to snap, and as he started walking Callie attempted to pull herself up onto her feet. The priests strides were too quick, and the leash to short for her to succeed however and her small frame just tumbled right back onto the floor. Still she tried again, only with the same results. Out of frustration she began to crawl, accepting that the easiest way would be to follow behind Father West like the dog he claimed she was.

The worst part about the entire situation came to light as she crawled across that floor, the slickness between her legs had increased ten fold since she had been strapped to that table. Had some sick part of her enjoyed the whipping? The being collared and treated like a mutt? The thoughts were terrifying, and something she chose to ignore for the time being. Perhaps she was just confused, and her body wasn't sure how to handle all of these new things raining down on her from a man she thought to be trusted.

"Father..." The voice was meek, barely that above a whisper. "I want to go home..."

Father West half-dragged half-walked the mewling simpering Callie along behind him on her much deserved leash. Well trained bitches didn't need such mundane means of control. He frowned though. He didn't have to smell her arousal, or even see it. He could hear it, and the soft schlick-schlick as she crawled along was enough to get him throbbing again. "I think we need to sit you in time out." he said and moved to a small closet and produced a special seat.

"I think a few hours on that might do you good." he said and moved to her, taking the long leather straps attached to her wrist cuffs and roughly pulling her arms behind her back, binding her wrists together. Then, without much ceremony, he lifted her and then carried her to the stool and lowered her, the cold stainless steel invader pushing into her sopping wet cunt. Soon she was secured, wrists behind her and he used the chain on the chair itself to run up over her thighs and hooked it to the other side.

The Abbot then presented her with his cock. "Are you going to be a good bitch?" he asked, and rubbed the silky velvet head of his dick across her lips before pressing it into her mouth.