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Fruits for the Faithful: xjasonr X sweetnothings

She then cleansed her sore slit. She wiped the blood off and heard his words. Was he really going to hurt her? Earlier, she thought he wasn't going to continue the training. Now, she had a different idea

She felt his hand tangled in her hair. She cried out and whimpered. She then cried out once more when he slammed her face into the desk. "W-wait Uncle!" She screamed as he rammed into her. It spread her walls. He didn't even let her get used to the size. She felt tears run down her cheeks mixed with a little cut on her cheek
 
His hips moved with venom, pounding into her tight virgin flesh. God she was so fucking tight but he had a reason to threat her like this. His hands firmly on her hips, each monster thrust sliding her body on the table as the brutal thick mass is stuffed into her. "Oh, god believed you are one that cannot learn from just words alone.! " His hips showed no mercy and the smacking sounds oh his hips smacking against her ass was quite loud.

"God tried to help, he gave you the opportunity to be trusting, but you couldn't do that! Such a weak soul. " A smirk as the paste builds. "Now he shall show you his wrath and whether you admit it our not, you will come to enjoy god punishment for you!" Like a crazed man his hip grew even wilder pounding away in a frenzy, abusing her cunt.
 
She shut her eyes, her sex hurting. She buried her head in arm, crying out each time he thrusted into her. She felt her body rubbing against the desk as he brutally fucked her. She shouldn't have lied. She should've answered what he wanted to hear. Maybe she wouldn't be in this position right now.

She shook her head, her mind starting believe different. Maybe this was her his doing, not God's. Tears still frequently ran down her cheeks. How could someone like this? "N-no. I won't like it." She remarked and held back a cry of pain
 
He had succumb to the pleasure of her flesh and for a moment he had forgotten the facade of trickery. Still her pussy was pure heaven for his cock. Thrust after thrust powerfully pounding her as she resisted the word. The word of her lord. "Do you think you can resist the power of god?" She seem intent before fully experiencing the pleasure of sex that this would be something that she hated. "If he deem that you enjoy pain, the be that of a mere unbeliever, then it shall be so!" He increased the power even more, the solid mass piston into her like a machine and god he was enjoying it.

His cock never felt so hard, so satisfied as he brutally assaulted his own niece, under the eyes and in the home of one she believe to be her god.
 
She panted, wanting to get away from this man. Maybe he wasn't a messenger from God. God wouldn't want something like this to happen to her. She was innocent. She cried out every time he thrusted into her. She gripped the cold desk underneath her and whimpered. She decided not to answer his question. She didn't want to answer him, because she was afraid that he would do something worse. She arched her back as he increased the power of his thrusts. She cried out and tried once more to get away from him. How long is this going to last for her?
 
His hands holding her firmly as the only sounds were her breathless pants from his thrusts. It did motivate him as the innocent girl seemed incapable of speaking. The expression on her face was one of broken thrust. Something that he found very appealing. His hips working like a machine as the devil inside him wanted to taunt her even more. "What would your parent think of you, a mere sinner now, tricked into sucking and then being fucked by your own uncle. You are even worse than a whore! Why else would god allow this to happen?"
 
She whimpered and clutched the desk underneath her to keep from sliding off. He betrayed her. She knew you were supposed to wait till marriage to lose your virginity. Yet, this man did the opposite. Her eyes widened as he began taunting her. A whore? She didn't choose this. She shut her eyes as her bottom lip quivered. "P-please, Uncle Peter. I want to go home. I'm tired." She pleaded, wanting to get away from him.
 
He found that the pleasure of tormenting her quickly diminished. The way that her body and mind was already broken with no form of resistance, only the pityful cries for him to show mercy. He finished what he started though, increasing his speed, just to deposit his seed into her.

So pityful was the only thoughts in his mind as he ravaged and abused her. Soon enough there was a final thrust as his mass throbbed into her depths as his cum shot into her. He simply pulled away leaving her tired body on the desk. He had no final words for her, she was his toy, nothing more. Maybe if he fancied he would use her again.
 
She sniffled and tried her best not to cry. The man she trusted her whole life is behind her, fucking her. She stared at the statue of the Lord as he increased his thrusts into her. She was tired. All she wanted to do was sleep.

She gripped the desk beneath her to stop from sliding off because of his thrusts. She felt his mass throb and twitch inside of her. She gasped out as she felt a warm liquid in her. She panted as he pulled out of her, too. She shivered and curled up in a fetal position. She sniffled and wiped her eyes on her arm.
 
Peter knew he went a bit overboard with her. He had threated her like thrash, something that she would never expect from him. That was the key though. As he lifted his pants to cover himself he played the final card. He dropped himself onto the floor hard. His body appearing lifeless as he waited to see her reaction.
 
Venice wanted to go to sleep. She did, but she just felt like it wasn't the right time. Maybe some other time. She sighed and sat up. She looked at the statue as she thought about everything. She realized that what her uncle did was an act of God. He was testing her. She heard a heavy thud, and she turned to see what it was. She saw her uncle sprawled out on the floor. She gasped and jumped down from the desk. "Uncle?!" She asked franticly as she knelt down beside him. She shook him on the arm, her mind filling with ideas that could be wrong with him.
 
He assumed she would hate him for the brutal assault and this was a plan to explain his actions. If she believed in god, then the devil was just as real. With her hands on his body he shook frantically for a few seconds. His body then still as his eyes slowly openes.

"What happened?" He looked at her with pure confusion. "I was teaching you about god and then my mind went blank!" Slyly trying to say he wasn't in controll of his body.
 
She was a little upset about his assault, but she knew it was his teaching for God. She watched his eyes slowly open. She let out a soft sigh of relief and crossed her legs. "Thank God your okay." She smiled softly and listened closely. Her cheeks flushed as she looked down. "W-well, you....were doing exactly that; teaching me about God." She breathed out.
 
"I was?" He was truly shocked. He struggled up to his feet. "What did I teach you?" His eyes on her naked body, his fluid leaking out. Why would she think that punishing her was god's work. "Why are you naked?" He continued with the facade of not knowing what happens.
 
She nodded slowly and helped him to his feet. She bit her lip and tried to stay away for what he taught her. "Things." She answered simply and looked up at him. "It was part of your lesson." She answered his question and looked back down at her feet.
 
It was so odd that she actually learnt something. In his mind he had broken down and acted recklessly. "Oh, that is good then. Your parents would be proud of you. You will tell them what god helped you learn." He could see her embarrassment about the act, but if she thought it was good, then pushing her was going to be fun.

"I am sorry but I don't remember, I also feel tired" Just speaking his mind and sticking to the story. " You know I want your parent to be proud of you" He wore a perverted smile now.
 
She shifted on her feet as he spoke. He wanted her to tell her parents about what he did? How would they react? She was only sixteen and she wasn't a virgin, anymore. She blushed then nervously brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"W-why don't you rest then?" She suggested as he told her he was tired. She bit the inside of her cheek. "You want me to tell my parents about this? They know I'm here, but not for this."
 
Well he was acting as he didn't know what had happen. So there was no harm in suggesting they share it with her parents. "Off course, they would be happy and proud to know that you are serving god" He took a closer look at her and tried again to get her to share what had happen. "Aren't you proud of serving god?" He had a devilish smile as though he knew she wasn't
 
She tugged on the end of her hair and blushed softly. "B-but you..." She trailed off, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to out right say what he did, but he did lose his memory. He didn't know what happen. What's the harm in telling him? "I-I suppose. You did have sex with me." She admitted and felt a hotness across her cheeks.
 
He wanted to smile as the words came out, but as a preacher he kept a straight face. "I had sex with you??" He spoke in a ghastly tone. "And you thought that was a lesson from god?" He had to add it in because it felt very naive that she could see that as a good thing. "Did you enjoy having sex before marriage?" He was scolding her now even though he knew she did nothing wrong.
 
She rubbed her arms nervously for saying that. She nodded slowly and realized where he's going with this. Of course someone who doesn't remember anything is going to get a little upset. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "N-No. I..I didn't like it, much." She admitted and blushed deeply.
 
He kept his eyes coldly on her. She didn't enjoy it much. Actually he didn't think she enjoyed any of it. "What do you mean by much?" It was a perfect opportunity to explore what she felt. "Why didn't you try and stop me?" He was acting like the victim now, and it was her fault. "Do you know what the world would think if they knew we had sex, your mother, your father!" He watched the statue and quickly bowed his head with some amount of shame. "I'm sorry my body was used like this lord, please forgive Venice, she should have known better!"
 
She immediately regretted ever talking. "N-no. I mean....I didn't like it, but I liked it some." She whispered the last part under her breath. "I didn't stop you, because I was hurting." She felt betrayal and shame rise up in her again. Her knees clacked together, and her eyes became blurry with tears. "Uncle, I didn't mean it like that. Please don't be mad at me. Don't tell mom and dad." She let little tears fall down her cheeks as she spoke.
 
This was better than he expected, she was taking the blame for the act. "I won't tell them but I need to know one thing!" He looked back at the statue. "Did you pray to the lord, ask him to help!" His tone died down as he made it sound as the most important thing in the world. "Did you have faith in our lord? Or did you forsake him?"
 
She wiped her eyes on her shoulder and inhaled deeply. She looked at him and shook. "I....I didn't have time to pray to him....." She trailed off as he told her question. She bit her bottom lip and thought. "I...I don't know." She admitted with shame.
 
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