REPENT! (Jack Stalker and Rosie)

[Jack Stalker]

REPENT!​

Father John Deep was getting on, entering his forties he still had the form of a man twenty years younger, the harsh times they lived in soon culled the weak and timid from the flock and he had to ensure that he remained fit. There were so many who needed his attention, after all, that he had to be ready to help any of his poor congregation who appeared to be succumbing to the words of the Devil. This was especially true as he was the only one who could battle such madness.

Moving to the small village where he currently lived had literally been a god send of an idea. The previous head priest had been slack and lax, based on the terrible sins and confessions that he had seen and heard so far. Of course in a village full of warped depravity he would fit right in, it was a simple matter to identify who would be useful to him and who could be bent to his will through the confessional. Every twisted and warped secret in the village was his to toy with and judge. The first thing he had done was to dismiss the young priest who had been here before him and send him on his way. The last thing he needed was a young 'cock' getting in his way, not with so many sweet innocent young things scattered about, all in need of his holy rod of redemption.

It was well known among higher members of his order that the most at risk from sin were young women. These so called innocents were easily influenced, by their developing urges and desires, into becoming wanton strumpets and worthless whores and sluts. Only the holy seed of a righteous man could save them, eventually after repeated exposure, from a life of wretched evil and sin.

At least that is what he had managed to convince the bishop.

Before dismissing Brother Timothy, the previous priest, Deep had learned of Natalie Porter a girl who wished to have the sin and depravity driven from her young body, by the spirit of god, channelled through one of his chosen disciples. He had almost laughed at the news, realising that the witless Timothy had done the ground work for him. He was especially pleased when he saw the young innocent looking girl who presented herself at the church and requested his care. Already he could almost taste her 'salvation needing' flesh, he would be happy to help this one to save her soul. He would be especially happy to hear her screams of pleasure as he ploughed deep into her tight young cunt and purged her of her sin with his holy seed.

Most of the candles had been extinguished for the evening by the choir boy, Francis. He sent the lad packing, to get home before the 'devils darkness' enveloped him. Then he made his way into the confession booth, sitting down in the shadowed gloom and patiently waiting for Natalie to 'join him'. He had instructed her to come to the confessional to explain her sins so that he could better help her while she was in the employ of the church and at his disposal. "Welcome my child. We both know that you are a wretched whore who has been delivered here by her parents to be cleansed of the sin and wickedness which courses through your veins. Tell me, slut of Satan, why are you here? Tell me of your sins or supposed transgression so that can best assess your evil and decide which of Gods holy graces would be best used to purge you of your abominable behaviour." he told her, watching her through the wooden slits of the confessional.

He had already raped her a hundred times with his thoughts, eyes and imagination. To have her flesh so close to him was beginning to drive him wild, his cock already rigid and bulging out to its foot length beneath his cassock as he licked his lips in anticipation of the opportunity to violate her youthful flesh and tight cavities.

"Speak true or you will be condemned to the mines and your parents flayed alive in the town square for bringing such a wretched harlot into the world." he warned her.

 

[Rosie]

The red light of dusk filtered through the curtained window, seeming to illuminate her bleak situation. Natalie's heart had been racing the entire afternoon. The day had been coming to her for years. Every day, she was faced with the sinful temptations that came to every living being...and it seemed like she failed at every turn. It was just too much - the disdain her parents showed her drove her mad. Especially because her younger sister was the golden one. She was beautiful and kind and excelled in everything that made a good young woman. Brushing the curly blonde hair out of her face, she mentally straightened her clothing. Her mother had made her wear her very finest clothes to mark the day she gave herself over to the church.

Being from a moderately poor family, this meant a ruffled floor length white skirt and a matching button up blouse - the white was for purity - that Natalie personally thought accented her natural beauty. 'Vanity is sin' The thought made her wince, and she drew a shaky breath as she listened to the Father. His words were harsh, and her wide, dark eyes merely stared, every accusation making her mind cloud with self-loathing. Never before had a man of the Lord talked this way...

"Father...I am wicked." Her clear voice rang quietly in the silence, though she struggled with every phrase. As always, she wondered what would be extreme enough for a confession..surely not everything she did was a sin? "I lie to my parents often. They want me to sit at home and knit and find a good husband. But I go and swim in the river almost every day," Pausing, she pretended to think, though she was merely leaving out the part where she would swim nude. "I don't always come to church. My parents walk me to Sunday school, but I leave to roam the town and think. I can't stand my sister...sometimes I do things to get her in trouble so she can't bother me anymore," Confessions were undoubtedly the worst thing she would ever have to do. Her words flowed quickly. Being judged by a Priest was...unnerving. What if he told her she was going to hell?

Or...what if she omitted something particularly terrible and he found out? Would he really send her to the mines? Wringing tiny hands in her lap, she stared at her feet that scraped at the ground in anticipation. "And...I like...boys." No, this wasn't a sin, she had checked. But...she was unmarried with no suitors. Pale cheeks glowed with shame as she continued. "There's a boy that I skip Sunday school with, he's a fine boy and he's nice and has a good family and we have a lot in common but..." She was babbling, and mildly shaking in fear of damnation but decided to be out with it. This had ultimately been her choice. "I let him touch me...and that's wrong and I want more. I don't know how to stop it." The cold severity of her words seemed to calm the young lady, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness," Natalie quoted the verse so fluidly is was obvious she'd been thinking of that one for quite some time. "I know I can achieve forgiveness, and desperately need your guidance. I...obviously can't do it alone."

 

[Jack Stalker]

Father Deep listened to Natalie intently, just as intently as he shifted about to become more comfortable as his engorged erection throbbed and expanded beneath his robes. He thought about her firm and tight young flesh a mere few inches away and keenly observed the way her lips opened and parted through the slats of wood. This was a mere formality, to put her more at ease in a traditional setting, soon he would be hearing her words and burning her flesh with the heat of his own as he rent asunder the moist juicy flaps of her cunt and drove his righteous rod deep into her tight vice like flesh. The name of God would be screamed from between her sweet lips, as he ploughed her open and fucked her to destruction in the name of God almighty.

"Yes, you are wicked Natalie, a wicked sinful lying whore. Stripping yourself down to your naked flesh to go swimming is a blasphemous desecration of decency, risking exposure of your young body to men who lack the holy training of a priest and would likely slake their insatiable thirst for cunt with your tight body and wretched soul." he nodded enough for her to catch the movement of his head. "Thank the lord that one such as I, a man of the cloth and messenger of the almighty, is trained to endure and prevail in the presence of a wanton slut such as you, once she has been disrobed." he explained to her. It had not occurred to him that a woman would swim in anything but her bare flesh, yet perhaps his assumption would be mistaken for the insight and knowledge of the lord himself. Perhaps the almighty, in his mercy, had spoken directly to his hosen vessel and informed him of Natalie's sins.

"You bring shame upon your sister and your family with your truancy and your abominable indiscretions, together with your false ways and attempts to heap scorn upon others, such as your sister, for your sinful and shocking manners and behaviour." he shook his head sadly. "I will need to act far more quickly than I anticipated." he added with a nod. Standing up he opened the door to his side of the simple wooden construct and moved through the empty chapel to Natalie's, drawing open the door.

"You are in the possession of a sanctified agent of God now, my child. If you wish to be treated for your wicked and sinful indulgences, if you wait to be forgiven for your mixing with this evil and demonic boy... who you will never again be allowed to mix with, then you must do as I command you. My unorthodox, but blessed techniques will see to it that your wretched behaviour is purged from your mind with a new set of behaviours, those set and ordained by God himself. Now, before we go any further, stand and remove your soiled and sinful garments. You mock the very name of God by wearing white in his house my sinful child, especially when your thoughts and deeds are beyond innocent and deep in the pits of sin." he explained as he stared at her with reassuring, yet fiery eyes.

"Once you have complied with the instructions given you by a man of the cloth, you will show me where you allowed this accursed boy to touch you. It is likely that his sin was passed onto your flesh and only the touch of a holy man may now rid you of the devilish mark he may have left upon your innocent flesh." he commanded as he watched her with a growing impatience and anticipation. His words came out as a lust fuelled growl as he relished each second that passed, each second that brought her bare naked body closer to his gaze.

 

[Rosie]

Having him stand in front of her was startling. Locking her gaze on the floor, she wrapped her arms around her body, quite literally trying to hold herself together. Her mind was typically overloaded as she attempted to take in everything the man said to her. In her town and her family, the church was an absolute. Anything done in the name of God was to be respected and obeyed. Even with her...rather diminished faith, she still believed everything she was taught. In this small room, she squirmed in her seat, warring with right and wrong. She wanted to run, but she could not return home. Tenderly chewing her bottom lip, Natalie could feel his eyes on her. Her hands were shaking and she felt tears of panic welling in her eyes.

Surely she was not as wicked as he was telling her? There were others...that sinned. They didn't need this kind of treatment. Her shoulders shook as she contemplated undressing in front of this man. And he would touch her...like the other boy did. A rush of excitement went through her, followed instantly by disgust. It was so...wrong. It had been wrong before truly, but this seemed a bit far. How could sin be washed away by more sinful acts? "Father..." Pale fingers gripped her garments tighter, wishing she had never embarked on this spiritual journey. "I h-have other clothes with me. Black, brown, red. A-any....thing else. I didn't meant to disrespect you, or the Lord." Her voice quivered, and she shut her eyes tightly, carefully getting to her feet.

A last shuddering sigh passed her parted lips as she slipped the skirt down slender legs curved and toned from constant swimming. Her blouse served to cover her most intimate parts, and she could feel her whole body flush under his scrutiny that never seemed to lighten. Slowly, each button was removed and she slipped the material from her body, letting it fall quietly to the floor. Her lean, small form was racked with tension, but she was able to unhook her creamy bra. A few more moments and the sinner was fully unclothed, burning with shame and wondering if this truly please her Lord.

Very consciously, she used her left arm to cover her thighs, while the right moved to do the man's bidding. "The boy touched here, mostly." Her cupped hand traced the outline of her perfectly rounded breast, stopped just above her nipple, which was tightened against the cool air. "H-he kissed my neck and lips," Not once had Natalie looked the man the eyes. The small blonde couldn't fathom the depth of his hatred for her sins. What he could possibly think of her. None of this made sense to her. None of the women had warned her of this. This was supposed to be a time of peace and understanding. She doubted her anxiety issues would stop here. She was contemplating Hell might be an easier choice.

"His fingers were here." Her hand trailed down the angles of her body and gestured again to her lower regions. The memory of it was nice, and a pleasant shiver went through her. "...Can I change, Father. Please?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

The almighty was a tool in Father Deep's hands. A tool to beat the ill educated, cow the masses and to bend and manipulate the unwary to his will. Now he would use it to delve into the depths of the girl before him so that he could bury his righteousness within her until his god given seed was plastered across her insides and he had branded himself into her innards with his hot cum. "Other clothes?" he asked as she spoke. "Black? That is the colour of the dark, the colour of night, the shadow which conceals the hidden movements of the servants of Satan and Beelzebub. Red? That is the colour of sin, the shade which marks out the turning point when a girl becomes ready to receive the shaft of her lord and master. A simple brown should suffice my child, but something from the church stores freshly made to adorn your flesh, not something tainted with the sin of your home." he explained with a friendly grin upon his lips as he watched her.

His erection throbbed and pulsed as he watched her skirt fall to the ground, revealing her legs for his unwavering gaze. He let a hiss escape his lips as he continued to watch her disrobe. "Your very body is cast in the image of the most sinful whore to grace Gods green Earth, my child." he said as his gaze bore into naked flesh. He allowed it to travel about her fragile looking form with a slow heat, before finally allowing himself to meet her downcast face. Then his gaze wandered again as he watched her trace about her breasts.

"He touched you here? You evil whore, you are clearly in need of the touch of the lord, courted through his messenger in your village." he asked, reaching out to grasp her left breast, his thumb brushing against the bullet hard nub of her nipple as he did so. His face let a grin wash across his features as he grasped her tit and squeezed the swell of it, before rolling her sharp nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand moved to trace his fingers down her chest, between her ribs and towards her groin as she continued speaking.

His hand streaked quickly back up her body from her groin to slip about her throat, dragging her towards him as he leaned in towards her. His powerful grasp tilted her face up towards his and he slaked his own insatiable thirst for her lips with a kiss of his own. His lips seared against hers before dropping to burn a trail down her throat as his hand slid around to sink into her hair and take hold of the strands, winding them about his fist as he savoured the taste of her flesh and trailed kiss after kiss down her neck to her collarbone.

"You allowed a boy to do such depraved and inexcusable things to you Natalie? Truly, had you not come here to be saved, you likely would have caught fire and burst into flames for your sinful acts of depravity and debauchery. Only the touch of a godly man can save your misbegotten soul now. Can you feel it Natalie, can you feel the cleansing power of the lord rippling through you, setting your flesh alight and soaking the gash between your legs in a holy liquid akin to the foul wetness you have no doubt had there before?" he gasped between kisses.

His tit clenching hand eased away from her breast and sank down between her legs, easing over her hand and taking it in his. "What else did this foul abomination do to you? You had best tell me and show me, while I decide what to do with him." he commanded her. "Here. You must have taken his evil cunt destroying beast within your grasp, did it feel like this you Satanly slut?" he asked as he lifted his robes, bringing her small hand to rest upon his shaft as it was freed to the air and sprang forth to rise up before him like a sceptre. "See what your wicked body has inflicted upon me, a simple man of the cloth who seeks only to give you salvation through the touch of the lord. Take hold of the length before you my child. Feel it. Feel the power of god channelled through me and put to purpose as a tool to bring you release, from the devilish whore who has grasped at your soul." he growled at her.

"Did he fuck you my child... did he fuck himself into your tight young cunt or did he satisfy his need for your flesh with your filthiest and most taboo hole? Tell me everything." he bade her, his hand slipping away from where he had placed it on his member to ease between her thighs, his fingers seeking out her slit with the feverish eagerness of a schoolboy imposed upon his extremely experienced frame.

 

[Rosie]

It was painfully obvious that the depth of the whole scenario was lost on the young woman. Her mind came to a stuttering halt as soon as the man's fingers assaulted her hardened nipple. Her heartbeat flared in response and a small gasp made its way past her lips. Her immediate instict was to flee, but his words kept her rooted. Natalie's pale skin felt as though it were crawling with every new inch the Father touched. Embarrassment and heat flushed her skin, and she merely whimpered at every degrading word.

A sudden fear penetrated her body - his hand around her neck. "Father no!" Her plea was muffled by his lips and she moved about the kiss clumsily, clearly tacken aback. Her body writhed against him, until the lack of oxygen began to affect her system. Conserving energy, she gasped every time she was able. "Please, Father..." Rising on her toes, she arched her small, perfect form in attempt to get away from the man, but was held steadily in place. His lips burned her neck, leaving a tingling pleasure in their wake. She braced a hand on his shoulder, but didn't dare push him away. She trusted him...or, she was supposed to.

Taking hold of his enormous member, the dam finally burst. She could feel the fear building with every pulse the monsterous thing emitted. "No it wasn't...like this. Father - this is wrong!" Her voice was a whisper and her legs shook. The holy man was..well, a man! He was the most trusted person in the village. He was the one everyone went to for wisdom. But this...the blonde faltered again as his warm hand found its way to her most precious place. "The boy...he, I....we did. He did...fuck me." A sob wrecked her voice and the foul language coming from her mouth even tasted wrong. "You're...a lot bigger," Her thighs clenched together in response to the statement. There was no doubt in her mind having that inside her would do more harm than pleasure. "B-but it, it wasn't like this." But it was.

With the father holding her body to his, his hand between her legs and evidence of his want plain to her eyes, she felt the heat curl in her stomach. Her young body responded accordingly to the situation, though her mind was chaos. If his hand remained, they would be coated in the sweet evidence of her lie. "We'd only done it three times father. I knew it was wrong. I wanted to stop feeling this way. Please, it's true." Her eyes locked onto his face for the first time that evening, and she searched for entrance to his thoughts.

This was a road she most certainly was unwilling to travel. For obvious reasons, it was the last sort of sin that she was expecting to deal with. But was it sin? Her lip quivered as she worked a decision into her skull. The walls seemed to close in around her, but this was still her home. This church - this town - she grew up here. It was a sort of safe haven. There were many things done and spoken of in the church that she simply could not understand. "Father Deep, if...you think you can help me...I will, try my best to obey the will of the Lord." This was perhaps the worst promise she'd had to utter in her lifetime. Her mind was already clouded, but she noticed that the man before her was calm and collected. He certainly knew what he was talking about, and even with her doubts, she had to believe that someone could save her.

 

[Jack Stalker]

The warmth of Natalie's youthful flesh and the tightness of her taut skin were not lost on Father Deep, as he stroked his fingers about her. Natalie's hair was bound into the fist of one clenched hand, while her smooth blemish free skin felt the searching touch of his fingers as he slid them about her body with an increasing hunger. He looked upon her as an offering, a gift from the lord himself, sent to be sacrificed on the altar of his righteous rod. He was eager to show her how devoted a servant of the almighty could be when given such a tight young whore to deliver from Satan on a tide of holy sperm.

His cock throbbed and pulsated with a burning need as he watched her arch her nimble slender body and rise up onto her toes. His lips burned and burned at her skin wherever they touched her and his grasp on her flesh never wavered as he listened to her pleas. "Yes Natalie, that's right. Please Father... that's what you will say, please and thank you as I deliver you to salvation on the ends of my blessed tongue, fingers and rod." he assured her with a grin. He shifted his body to thrust his cock between her small fingers as his cunt seeking fingertips splayed open her cunt flaps and his eager digits plunged into the wet heat of her girlish cunt, splitting asunder her gash and sinking deep into her heated channel of fuck.

"I am a messenger and a vessel of the almighty my child, nothing I do is wrong." he said with an aggressive hiss as she took a firm hold on his member. He could feel the heat drain from his rampant shaft into her cool feeling fingers as he slid his bastard of a cock back and forth with slight movements of his hips as he buried a second finger inside her and rolled his fingers, splaying and stretching her innards as he forced the digits into her impossibly tight cunny. He towered over her when he stood, moving the hand that was in her hair to wrench her about and slam her back against the rear of the confessional. "Fuck you did he? I think it likely he must have tried, but to be fucked you must soil your precious cunt with a man. Since you have but sinned with a boy it is certain that my righteous rod will be able to bring you salvation.

"Three times you say? Mouth, ass and cunt most likely, eh my child? I can feel your sin weeping forth from your soiled and soaking cunt, coating my fingers with your wickedness." he nodded, fucking her tight hole with his fingers as a grin crossed his face. "Did you encourage him by moving your body like that of a whore or some cock hungry slut? Did you entice him with the foul words of Satan? Did you fuck him back, you filthy harlot, did you shove your tiny little cunt onto him when he drilled into you? Fear not my child, for I will go deeper and stretch your youthful cock sheath to capacity, ensuring that every inch of your innards is blessed by my holiness and scourged of the sin he may have deposited within your wicked cunt." he explained in a twisted logic and bastardised gospel which had served him well for years among the less learned and fearful of the clergy. One word from him could brand a person a witch or a blasphemer, either of which would spell doom... often for entire families.

Her flesh was perfection, her body the living image of an angel. His cock had never felt so rigid or desperate to feel a girls insides as he looked at her, staring into her eyes as he continued to finger her hot wet cunt. He moved his other hand to begin stroking his cock, using her hand as a buffer, showing her the pace and speed, then leaving her hand to return his own to her hair, tugging it until she was up on her toes before him and he was staring into her eyes. "Tell me the words of sin you spoke my child. Address me with your sluttish mouth and whorish speech. Tell me that you need me to fuck my holy rod into your desecrated cunt and purge you of sin. Stroke me until I am even harder, weep your juices onto my fingers like the little fuck tease that you are... but have a care my child, do not allow yourself to climax until a man of god has afforded you permission, lest you condemn yourself." he warned her as his own cock head wept pre cum onto his engorged knob, her fingers under his grasp smearing it across his flesh to leave his shaft head glistening before he had sunk his fingers into her strands to drag her upwards before him.

"I can see that you are more in need of salvation than any other slut to grace this holy abode. I swear to you my child, I will take this holy ordained flesh and fuck it into your tight young body until I know you have been saved." he reassured her in a caring and understanding voice laced with wild lust and hunger.