Penance: Chapter 2

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Alice’s mind was miles away from Father Stephenson’s lecture on the Trail of Tears during 8th period. She’d been an exemplary student all her life, but since turning 18 at the beginning of the school year, she’d been unable to focus on anything but her escape from St. Ignace’s. She might have felt guilty not paying attention to such a horrific story before, but she couldn’t help but watch the second hand of the clock above the projector screen tick and tick, second by second as she recalled her own little horror story. She sat in the dark at the back of the classroom, crossing her legs tightly, playing with the elastic of her knee-high socks, and recalling what Father Michael had done to her in the past week.After her first punishment, Alice spent the next day limping and wincing every time she sat down in a plastic school chair. The welts on her backside turned to bruises overnight and she dreaded her forthcoming punishment after school. Upon reaching Father Michael’s office, she performed the ritual of bending over his desk and lifting her plaid skirt, presenting herself to her tormentor. Michael pulled her underwear down just below her cheeks, raised his hand in a big show, and then gave her the lightest of pats. She sighed in relief against his wooden desk before looking up in confusion as she felt his bearded lips caressing the bruised skin of her pale cheeks. She cooed softly against the wood while he softly explored her ass with his mouth and tongue. He kissed her like this for some time before burying his face between her legs and taking in a deep inhale, immersing himself in her scent. Alice lifted her head and moaned as she felt the bridge of his crooked nose against her wet lips.The smell seemed to exhilarate the old man as he spun her around, placed her on her knees and plunged his dick into her mouth again. It was different this second time, though. His thrusts were slower and more deliberate. He took time to look down into her innocent brown eyes as he ravaged her sweet face. And Alice participated with far more vigor after having a night to fantasize about the Priest. She took him deeper than before, longing for the tip of his thick cock to touch the back bahis şirketleri of her throat. He grinded his pelvis in smooth thrusts as he caressed her soft red hair and it would have almost seemed like he was making love to her mouth were it not interrupted by the occasional slap across the face. When he finished, he stared into her eyes, telling her to look at him as he came into her mouth. He looked down at Alice and degradingly told her to swallow which she did eagerly, smiling up and licking her lips afterwards, happy to have pleased her man. He followed this with his usual, “Get the fuck out of here” and Alice did as she was told.When she returned the following day. Father Michael opened his door just a crack, as if it surprised him to have a visitor.“What?”Alice stammered, “I… are we?”He looked at her coldly through his red glasses.“I’m busy. Fuck off.”He slammed the door shut and Alice walked away confused, slightly relieved, but disappointed at the rejection. “Moody fucker”, she whispered to herself as she stomped down the hall petulantly.The weekend came, and she was glad to have a Saturday to herself. She turned off her phone and enjoyed a day of solitude, spending her time on simple things like cleaning her room, reading in the bathtub, and not having to sit directly on a bruised ass for hours at a time. The day was peaceful for her, but she tossed and turned before going to sleep, her thoughts invaded by images of the old priest. Tiny clips of what he had done to her played incessantly in her mind. Strangely, when she reimagined it, she saw it from his perspective, sickly enjoying the images of herself as her mouth was ravaged.Two masses were held on Sunday, and Father Michael failed to even glance at Alice. “What the fuck is his problem?”, she thought as he passed her in the upstairs hallway on the way to the financial office. Father Michael allowed her to keep her volunteer position recording the weekly offerings even after catching her stealing, but to her chagrin, Sister Meredith had been replaced with Sister Dorothy, a young, annoyingly pretty nun with blonde hair, blue eyes, and 20/20 vision. The jig was up. After they had finished filing, Father bahis firmaları Michael entered the office, continuing to ignore Alice and fawning over Sister Dorothy. “Maybe that’s what it takes for the son of a bitch to smile”, Alice thought. He exited the room, smiling at Dorothy and actually showing teeth for possibly the first time. Alice was livid. She excused herself to the young nun and followed Michael down the hall.“Hey! What is your fucking pr….”Michael spun around quickly for his age, grabbed the young girl by the arms, and shoved her into a deep doorway, hiding them both from view. He stood behind her, gripping her arms and pressing her chest into the wooden door of the janitor’s closet. She looked up over her shoulder at the old man as he pressed his forehead and nose hard against her. She could feel his hot breath against her mouth as he reached around and squeezed her face tight.“What, you little fucking slut?”His other hand wrapped around her throat. Alice suddenly lost her train of thought again.“I… I…”Michael’s hand squeezed down on her throat even tighter.“You want some attention?”Alice’s eyes grew wide and pouty. She felt like a little girl again when she looked up at the old man and nodded, “Yes, sir”.The priest pressed his lips against her ear. She felt the heat of his breath and the roughness of his beard as he said maliciously, “I’ll give you some fucking attention.”Alice moaned as he bit into her ear, reached under her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her thighs. He then took two fingers and put them deep into Alice’s mouth, touching the back of her throat, then reached down as she arched her back, presenting herself for the old man. But he had another intention. He covered her mouth to muffle her yelp as he inserted his middle finger into her ass. She struggled against him as she grit her teeth, growling with pain and an entirely new kind of pleasure, but the priest held her tightly and pressed his finger further inside her. Her hands and legs shook violently at the sensation that was far too much for her to handle. The priest held his fingers still inside of her as he spoke into her ear in a dulcet tone.“Shhh. Relax…just take it. Now kaçak bahis siteleri look at me.”She looked longingly over her shoulder into the brown eyes of the old man, through his bloodred eyeglasses, not understanding how he made her so thoroughly desire his cruelty. He moved his hand from her face and kissed her deeply. Alice moaned into the Priest’s mouth as she passionately returned his kiss. He spoke to her with his lips still pressed against hers.“You’re mine.”Alice nodded.He pressed his middle finger all the way up her young ass, causing her to quiver and moan.“Say it”.“I’m yours!”She pressed her ass against Michael’s hand, leaning her head back on his shoulder, cooing and softly repeating, “I’m yours… I’m yours.”He spoke in a low whisper into her ear, “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you”.Alice nodded and repeated, “Yes”.“I’m going to take what I want, when I want to, and you’re just going to show up at my office like a good girl and take whatever the fuck I give you, isn’t that right?”“Yes, Father.”“Good girl.”He dragged his finger out of her ass slowly, allowing her a few last moments of pleasure before he exited her. After a slight kiss on her cheek he whispered, “See you around”, and walked away without looking back.Alice stood in the doorway with her panties still around her thighs collecting her breath, not knowing how to process what she was feeling.And then nothing. She stopped by his office for days, knocking and receiving no answer. She didn’t know what to make of his erratic behavior. Was it some kind of game or was he really done with her?“Alice!”She snapped back into 8th period.“What? Um, yes, Father Mi… Stephenson?”“When was the Indian Removal Act passed?”She stared blankly for a moment before blurting out, “1830”.Father Stephenson paused before replying, “Very good”.She walked with her books in her arms shyly toward Father Michael’s office after school, not knowing whether he would be there or if he was, whether he would see her. To her surprise, the door was ajar. She pushed it open hesitantly and awkwardly knocked as she did.“Hello?”“Ally! Get the fuck over here.” He had an oddly jovial tone and instead of being behind his giant, intimidating wooden desk, he sat off in a corner of the room at a small table next to a stain glass window. His collar was undone and he didn’t have his glasses on. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the whiskey in his hand.

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