"It began this morning -"
"Every detail," urged Father Thomas. "Every little detail, don't miss anything out, I need every little detail. Where do you live?"
"I live in a small ground floor flat, actually it's just across the road from here, facing the church. I woke up late this morning, I don't have to go to work -"
"What were you wearing, my child?" he interrupted.
"I was wearing a pyjama top."
"Was it buttoned up?"
"Yes, no, well it had been, but in the night it had come undone. The two sides had pulled wide apart and exposed -"
"What? Had exposed what?"
"My, my breasts, Father, it had come undone and exposed my breasts."
"What are they like, your breasts?"
Maria did not reply straight away, then she realised that this was her only way to be saved, confessing was her only hope, she had to be totally honest and tell Father Thomas everything.
"They are quite small actually, but firm. Sometimes, when I lie on my bed I enjoy rubbing my hands around them. My nipples are small as well, and pink, they stand out from the darker, pink circles around them."
"Did the sides of your pyjama top pull at your breasts? Did they poke out through the gap? Did you feel the tightness of the material against them? Tell me, it's important."
"Yes, Father it did pull at them, and yes, they did poke out as I went to take my shower."
"Did you wash all over?"
"Yes. I washed myself slowly. I splashed shower gel across my breasts and rubbed the foam all around them. The bubbles dribbled down my body, down my legs and off the ends of my toes. I like the way they tickle. Then I splashed more gel onto my hair and ran my hands through it, rubbing it and drawing it out in long strands. A shower always makes me feel sort of glowing and warm. I really do enjoy massaging myself in the shower. Then I dressed in my black suit, the one I've got on now."
"I need the details," said Father Thomas. He was smiling like a wolf again. "What did you put on to start with? Tell me, and then tell me exactly how you put them on."
"I put out a white embroidered bra and a white silky suspender belt with shiny metal clasps, oh, and some flesh-pink stockings. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the suspender belt around my waist and did up the two small metal clasps at the back. Then I pulled down the suspenders and pressed the ones at the front flat against my thighs. Then I picked up the white bra and put that on."
"How did your breasts, your beautiful small breasts, fit into it?"
"They fitted well, I like pulling the straps tightly over my shoulders and feeling my breasts press into the soft material of the bra cups. My nipples were quite soft and they didn't stick out, but you can just see their darkness through this bra, it's so thin and silky… then I went to make a cup of tea."
"Was that all you were wearing? Just your bra and suspender belt and stockings?"
"Yes, that's all I was wearing when I went to the kitchen. I looked over to the church. It was so grey and foreboding. Oh Father, every day I see it, it tortures me, just thinking of this confession booth… well, when I looked out of the kitchen window I saw a hole in the road! I could hardly believe my eyes. It was only a few yards away from the hole that I had to run past during that terrible summer when I was thirteen, and the head of a young workman peered out over the rim…
"I went back and looked at myself in the mirror. I stretched my arms up and looked at myself and it made me excited. I pressed my hands across the front of the suspender belt and pressed my stomach out against them. The mound at the base of my stomach, with my hairs, stuck out from beneath the silky material that was pulled tightly around my waist. I felt a bit wicked and sinful when I stretched my thumbs against the inside edges of my hips. It made me sigh, you know, to think of my thumbs working their way slowly inwards across the base of my stomach. But I stopped myself, I really did Father, I stopped myself. Then I heard the kettle crackling like mad because it hadn't got any water in it! I rushed to it and when I lifted the lid, steam gushed from it and burned my hand. It made me yelp. I dropped the lid behind the refrigerator. Look, my hand was burned rather badly."
She offered her hand up to the lattice-work grill then realised he could not see it.
"I had to screw up my face to bear the pain and it made me bite my bottom lip. I leant onto the top of the refrigerator to look at the scald. The metal top felt cool against my skin, it was nice, so I bent further forward and let my breasts flatten out against the cool metal. I stretched right over to see if I could reach the kettle top but couldn't. The refrigerator is in a small alcove and the wall comes out around it and I couldn't get round the sides either. I leant further over the top of the refrigerator, stretching my arm as much as I could. In the end, I stood on tiptoe but it was hopeless."
"Yes, yes, and you had not got any panties on!"
"No, that was the thing, I felt really bad, my bottom sticking up like that, and the more I leant over the more tightly the two front clasps on my suspender belt jammed against the top of the refrigerator. They pulled really tight and dug into my waist at the back, it really hurt."
"Did you like that? Did you like the pain?"
"Well, yes, in a way I suppose I did."
"Go on then. How did you feel lying across the refrigerator?"
"Oh Father, I felt really exposed and it made me feel odd, you know, guilty in a way, and yes, it hurt but the pain seemed to make me feel excited. Oh Father I'm so terrible! My bottom was sticking right up, naked, it excited me so much, I could feel the cool air touching the insides of my open thighs and, and it caused me to open them even more. I spread them wider and wider, just to reveal, oh Father, have I got to say? Have I got to say?"
"Yes, my child, you must say. You spread them wider to reveal what? What did you reveal as you stretched your thighs wider like that? Tell me, say the word, I will know if you are lying."
"To reveal my…"
"Yes? Say the word."
"My, my cunt. Oh Father, how can you bear to hear my disgusting talk? How can you stand my filthy sinfulness?"
"I can my child, I can, go on, don't stop, go on."
"Yes, my cunt, my cunt, my cunt, to reveal my cunt."
"Good my child, go on now, don't hold back."
"To reveal the soft edges of my fleshy cunt, my fleshy, fleshy cunt. Oh Father, I felt such pleasure in the pain. It was like a dark power controlling me, but I was not completely lost, no, I was not totally lost to my desires, don't think that, please don't think that Father. I still tried to get the kettle lid, honestly I did. In fact, I nearly got hold of it, but trying to get it made me stretch even more."
"What did you look like, stretched out like that? Tell me what you looked like."
"Well, I was splayed out on the refrigerator. My left leg was pushing against the sharp, metal edge. It hurt so much. My buttocks, they were wide open and my pubic hair -"
"What colour?"
"Black Father, my black pubic hair hung down onto the white, metal top. I was so wide that I could feel cool air wafting against the soft skin of my cunt. I braced my left hand hard against the metal top and… and then I felt the softness of flesh between my legs, my cunt, pressing against the back of my hand."
"You were touching your cunt?"
"Yes, I stopped moving, I was frozen. I was so distracted by the feeling of that warm soft flesh, that warm soft flesh of my cunt. It pressed against the back of my hand and demanded so much attention, I couldn't ignore it. You understand don't you Father? But still I tried to get the lid, really Father, I did. I took a deep breath and forced myself down between the wall and the refrigerator. Then the front of my bra caught in a fastening on the back of the refrigerator top. I tried to draw back but my breasts came out and the bra stayed caught. I was stuck!"
"Stuck? Unable to move?"
"I felt so naked and exposed. My legs were spread so wide and I couldn't move at all. Then -"
"Yes, my child? Go on, go on. What next?"
"I heard a sound behind me!"
"Yes, yes?"
"I could just twist round enough to see…"
"Yes, yes?"
"A man was looking through the window…"
"Yes, yes?"
"It was a tall young man, wearing blue jeans and stripped to the waist! It was the man I had seen peering out of the hole in front of the church. He had a bronzed face, long, golden hair and he was sweaty, it shone on the hairs under his arms and dripped down the sides of his bare chest. He was very muscular…"
"Go on, tell me what happened."
"He could see everything! He could see how trapped I was, how helpless, how desperate, and he could see right up between my legs. Worst of all, I think he could sense my excitement at being violated by his gaze."
"Oh my child, you are wicked!"
"Yes, yes, I tried to wriggle my hand free and I lifted my bottom higher but my cunt just opened more against the back of my hand. Oh Father, I could feel that more than anything."
"Tell me exactly."
"I could feel my cunt more than the pain and panic, I could feel its soft warmth, I could feel it throbbing. That dark force of pleasure was spreading through me, like some sort of evil shadow."
"How wicked!"
"He shouted something through the window. He was standing back and holding a shovel. He pointed it towards the glass, then drove the blade of the shovel right through the glass. It smashed and bits of glass flew everywhere across the kitchen floor. I turned back, I was scared to death, and screwed my eyes up as tight as I could. I was completely terrified, I was shaking all over. Then he smashed the glass that was still in the frame and it flew all over the place. He kept smacking at it and every time he hit it, more bits smashed on the floor. Then he jumped down from the window frame, knocking more pieces of glass all over the floor. He was carrying the shovel as he walked slowly across the kitchen floor. I can still hear the horrible, noisy grinding of broken glass as he crunched over it in his heavy boots.
"At first, he just stood behind me and looked down at me. He stared right up the wide gap between my legs and I felt so humiliated. Then he bent his head for a better view. He could see – he could see my cunt -"
"Wet?"
"Hot and wet and spread out against the back of my hand. I was so scared. I could see his face and that shock of golden hair, and he grinned as he looked closer between my legs. I struggled and pulled and shouted and yelled. He just kept looking at my cunt, he seemed transfixed by it. Then I felt him come up close behind me, I could hear myself panting, then he banged his shovel down on the floor and pressed his body against my bottom. I tried to squirm but he only pressed harder and I started to cry again."
"Go on, go on."
"He started to say things, I'm not sure what."
"I want to know what he said. Think! I want to know exactly what he said."
"Well, to start with he said something like 'Well, what have we got here then?' Then he said, 'Yes, it's the bitch I've seen running to the bus stop in a black suit, all prim and proper. This is a turn up for the books, you don't look so prim and proper now, do you bitch?' He said something like that."
"What did you say, don't forget that? I want to know what you said as well."
"I said, 'Please, please, help me.' But he shouted, 'Shut up you fucking whore!' Oh Father, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, it must be terrible for you."
"It is alright my child, I need to know the words, do not be afraid to say them."
"'Fucking whore' he called me, 'a fucking, fucking whore.' 'Only a slut would show herself like this,' he said. 'Shut your fucking mouth! You're disgusting.' I kept saying 'Please, please, please,' but he wouldn't listen. 'I said shut your fucking mouth! You're a whore so shut your fucking mouth! Sluts like you aren't allowed to speak, so shut your fucking mouth!' When I tried again he did not even let me finish, the next thing I knew I was shrieking in pain. He smacked me Father. He smacked me so hard across my bottom I shrieked out loud. 'Take that as a lesson,' he shouted as he smacked me again, 'any more cackle from you and you'll get it even harder, slut!' Then he smacked me again, really brutally this time, so hard, I shrieked again but he did not stop. Then another one, oh it was so hard and his rough hand caught the inside of my thighs and I screamed like mad. I kept trying to make him stop, 'please, please, please', I really pleaded with him Father, but I just got another smack, right across my bottom and it stung so much.
"I began to shriek continuously, I couldn't help it, I was like an animal, a wild suffering animal. 'Noisy little whore aren't you?' he said, 'let's see if you can do any better,' then he smacked me again as hard as he could. I screamed and screamed and screamed. He carried on saying things, 'what a lovely cunt', 'so good of you to spread it out like this for me' and 'let's have a good look at it shall we?' And while he was saying these awful things, he bent down and looked right up at it, right up at my cunt. Oh Father, it was terrible."
"Good, good, but did he touch you?"
"Yes, he pushed his fingers up the insides of my thighs and grabbed the edges of my cunt. He was very rough and I tried to pull back, I really did, but I just couldn't move. He held the folds of my cunt between his thumbs and fingers and spread them apart. I felt the inner edges opening up. He was looking right up me! Then, he started pinching me! He was so rough, he pinched at it and when he let it go it stung so much. 'Turn your hand over!' he commanded. 'Turn your hand over! I want to see how you play with it.' What could I do Father? What could I do? My face was crushed against the wall, I was blubbering with pain and fear, I just had to do what he instructed. 'Turn your hand over!' he shouted. 'Turn your hand over you fucking bitch!' Father, I just had to. I managed to ease my bottom a bit higher and felt the edges of my cunt peel away from the back of my hand; oh Father, they still stung from his pinching. The soft skin of my cunt was wet and warm and as I lifted it away I felt even more exposed as it was chilled by the cool air from the refrigerator.
"'Too slow!' he shouted, 'perhaps this will help you get going!' Then another terrible smack landed across my bottom. I screeched and lifted myself up as much as I could, but it did not seem enough to satisfy him. He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, 'turn your hand!' he ordered, 'turn your hand!' I twisted my left arm to try and do what he said but my arm hurt so much and as I twisted it around I had to lift my shoulders as well and the bra straps cut even deeper into me. I felt awful pains, but in the end I managed to turn my hand and laid it back down, this time palm upwards. It was good to feel the warmth coming from my cunt again. Oh Father I'm so terrible."
"Carry on my child, what next?"
"I didn't know what to do next. I didn't know what to do to please him. I was so frightened, I just waited for my next instruction. It was only a second before he started shouting again. 'Get down on it then bitch! What are you waiting for you fucking whore! Get that beautiful wet cunt down on it bitch or you'll get more than my hand across your backside!' Then another terrible smack landed across my bottom and I yelled again. I did not dare to hesitate, I had to do what I was told. My cunt pressed down onto my upturned hand. As it got closer the warmth around its soft folds increased and when it touched the tips of my fingers I felt a thrill run right through me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I pressed my cunt into my hand and let my whole weight press it down firmly. In a way, I felt safe again as I fingered its edges, they had stopped stinging from his pinching now, and I squeezed my eyes tight together and waited. 'Don't just lie there you lazy bitch. I want to see it move. Lift your arse up. I want to see it clearly you fucking bitch.'
"Another smack came down, this time harder than all the others. I didn't think it was possible but I screamed even louder than before, but I had to obey. As I lifted my bottom I kept hold of it, my cunt, I could feel its moist edges, it was so wet and so warm. Feeling it like that, and yelling so loudly, and the spanking I was getting, made me feel really dizzy and confused. I thought I was going to faint. I just couldn't resist him Father, honestly, I just couldn't resist him. Then there was another terrible smack, it hurt so much. I couldn't believe how each smack was harder than the one before.
"I screeched as loud as I could, it seemed to help me bear the pain, but he did not stop. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each one harder than the other. Then another and another and my bottom felt on fire. I was sobbing loudly. He seemed to enjoy that, the more I cried, the harder he smacked me. 'Right bitch, now you can play with your rosy cunt while I see what I can do with your arse. Let's get it good and wide. Yes, open up those red buttocks and let's see your beautiful dark ring, bitch!' Oh Father, he forced his hands right up the insides of my thighs and pressed his fingers around my anus. I shrunk back a bit but he pressed harder. Now I felt raw and wretched but, I thought, at least the smacking had stopped. 'That looks a good place for a wank. Pity you can't look but I'll tell you about it if you want? Would you like that bitch? Would you like a running commentary?' Then another hard smack! 'I said would you like… ah, forget it you fucking bitch!' Then he sent down a rain of punishing smacks. They burned me so much that my whole body strained up all rigid, the pain was terrible and I was so frightened. This time I couldn't scream, I just moaned. 'Just stay like that you fucking cow!' I felt his hands moving between the insides of my thighs again. Then I felt the heat of something in his hands and then I felt the sudden shock of his hard cock against my anus. I stopped moaning and just screamed and screamed as the tip pushed at my anus. It was so tight Father, it was too tight for it to go in. 'Need a bit of lubrication eh?' I felt some wet drips running between my buttocks; he was dribbling spit down me. 'Let's try that, shall we?' Then there was another hard smack! 'I said let's try that shall we?' Another smack! 'Well? Shall we?'
"I could only blubber and then the smacking stopped and I felt a moment's relief. Oh Father, how wrong I was to think it was all over. I felt his cock push again and this time it slid inside me. I felt that hard engorged tip squeeze into the tight muscle of my anus, and my mouth opened wide as I gasped in pain and fear. 'Enjoying it bitch? Enjoying my cock up your arse?'
"He pressed it in further and I felt its hardness penetrating right into my innards. It was terrible Father, so terrible to feel it up my arse like that. 'I said are you enjoying it? I don't see you enjoying it.'
"Then another hard smack landed on my right buttock. I winced and pulled away a bit but he thrust his cock in even deeper, right in as far as it would go. 'What a fucking whore you are. What a fucking arse-fucking whore you are. Ride it bitch. Ride it and get those fingers up your cunt. I want to see you enjoying it!'
"Oh Father, I couldn't resist him, honestly, you must believe me, I couldn't resist him. My buttocks widened under his force and he fucked my arse until suddenly he finished deep inside me. He howled with joy and I cried out in pain. I felt so disgusting, Father, he had fucked my arse so hard and now I could feel his hot spunk running inside me."
"Go on my child, go on. What happened next?"
"For a few seconds I lay there gasping and moaning in pain, then I felt him pull back. His cock slid out of me and my arse tightened up painfully as the head of his cock, it still seemed very big, slipped out. Then I heard his boots crunching over the broken glass. I just couldn't move, my whole body felt racked and my anus was dilating and contracting all by itself, it really burned. Then I began to realise what he had done and what he had seen. I knew he had watched me frantically trying to break free, he had watched me squirming to be released, he had witnessed my captivity and desperation and then, worst of all, he had forced me to submit to this revolting and horrible fucking. I felt his spunk running from my arse down my legs; I felt a terrible wave of self-disgust and I began to heave with nausea, I felt really sick. Then I heard him climb into the window frame, jump down outside and go.
"I relaxed slightly when I knew he had gone. My anus was still pulsating though – his cock had been so big – and every time it swelled and contracted its edges burned with a scorching pain. Finally, I opened my eyes, his spunk was still running down my legs and my hand was still clutching tightly to the swollen folds of my cunt. Oh Father, it was so terrible, lying across the refrigerator like that, my arse was still burning me, but, but I felt so excited, I can hardly say it, but yes, I felt so terribly excited. It flooded right through me and sort of sucked up the pain. I felt such a weird mixture of things, I felt guilty, yes, so guilty, but I felt so excited, so terribly, terribly excited."
"What did you do? Is there more? Have you sinned further?"
"Yes Father. I tried to hold back, I tried, really I tried, but I couldn't stop myself. I felt my hips slowly moving, then I felt my fingers following their movement. They stretched up and started playing against the soft wetness that was making them tingle and shake. They kept themselves close enough to just glance against the delicate folds of my swollen cunt. Slowly, as I twisted my thighs, the soft wetness of my cunt laid drips of sweetness onto their welcoming tips. Then they began to play with those beautiful edges more firmly. The soft folds quivered against my nails and I felt a shiver of delight at the touch of their sharpness. I just couldn't stop them, honestly Father, I couldn't, I couldn't stop them, they were so keen to play with my cunt. I thought of the young man's stare penetrating deeply between my buttocks. I realised that there had been no alternative but to submit to his will whether I wanted to or not. But Father, I was not sure whether I had wanted to resist or not. All the time there had been something inside me that had needed to submit to his words, his stare and that terrible deep penetration of his throbbing cock. I didn't know what to think. There seemed to be a longing inside me that had been driven by the cutting pains, the smacking and the stinging force of that hard cock up my arse. I just had to feel my cunt. As I sank back further onto the top of the refrigerator, my outer labia, those beautiful soft edges of my cunt, fell softly around my finger tips. I probed along their inside edges and those delightful petals, those soft, wet petals, opened as I searched deeper inside. I pulled the inner folds sideways gently and a flow of wetness dribbled onto my fingers as I rubbed them around the insides of those silky wet folds.
"My fingers felt along their edges and worked their way along the opening to my vagina. I felt the hot wetness of my pulsating hole; it was so tight and hot. Then they worked their way to the front. They pulled at the front of my crack and opened it. I felt the hardness of my clitoris and my mouth dropped open with a gasp. For a moment I felt surprised at its hardness and size and drew back, but then the longing flowed through me more violently and I made for it again. I felt it fully, it was swollen and throbbing and as I caressed it my body thrilled and filled with nervousness. My skin flushed hot and my clitoris engorged even more against the touch of my fingers. I pushed it from side to side then grasped it and tugged at it. As I pulled it I did not let my hips follow, instead, I pulled them away to increase the pressure on the pulsating hardness that hung from the front of my full, wet labia."
"Go on, go on, tell me everything."
"My whole body prickled with a thrilling shiver of excitement. I pulled at my clitoris again and again and I felt my hips fighting wildly to plunge my cunt against my hand. I felt my vagina craving to be filled, but at the same time I felt a strange sense of control. Even though my body wanted it I denied the urge to satisfy my cunt by plunging my upturned hand into it. The control I had gratified me, it satisfied my desire for the pain of denial. The conflict was coming from deep inside me and it was driving me towards a level of satisfaction that, though dark and terrifying, felt unsurpassable. I didn't know exactly what to do, all I knew was that I wanted that tantalising pain to continue. I squeezed my clitoris between my fingers and I drew it down their length until it was wedged firmly by my knuckles. Now, I could grasp my clitoris and allow my fingers to be free. I drove my fingers into my vagina and gasped. I lifted my body high on the refrigerator top. My breasts clung sweatily to the shiny metal surface and prickles of pain coursed across their surface. My fingers went deeper into my dripping hole and my knuckles squeezed harder and harder on my throbbing clitoris.
"I strained in ecstasy and banged my head roughly against the wall. My eyes went blurred with the pain and tears and I wanted to scream. Again, I felt the young man's stare deep inside my cunt and his throbbing cock pounding up my arse. I opened my mouth and began yelling. I screamed and forced my fingers even deeper between my sprawling thighs. My body filled with the sensation of penetration, I could feel that cock inside me all over again, but this time it was bigger, and thicker, and harder and more punishing. This time it went so deep, so deep, this time it finished so high inside me with a huge swell of spunk. Oh Father, I felt as if I was drowning from inside and I gasped and choked and writhed and felt as if I was going to die.
"Then my clitoris started stinging with the full flood of my orgasm. I yelled louder and louder and louder, then stopped, suddenly and frighteningly, I stopped. My body went rigid, I held my breath, I could not move. My mouth gaped wide and I squashed my face harder against the wall. My eyes stared wildly. I felt a huge pulse of yearning beginning to flood through me. My limbs were frozen as it took control of me; welling up and draining through my entire body. It centred on my cunt which pulsated and gripped my extended fingers. Then in a huge wave, it poured down through me and my body reddened with the throb of blood and desire. It surged into my head and everything began to spin around me. Still I gaped like an idiot, frozen in the throws of pain and joy, with my face squashed against the wall.
"Still I couldn't breathe and I felt as if I would explode. Then, at last, it released me and I shuddered as if I was in a fit. A flow of satisfaction ran through every part of my shaking body and I quivered and gasped as finally I breathed again. I fell back onto the cold white top of the refrigerator and shouted out loudly, not words, just wild ranting of pleasure and fulfilment. I let out sounds I had never heard before: grunts, screeches, blubbering sounds, and the more they came the more I did them. Then, slowly they died away and I hung my face limply against the wall, making low, guttural gulping noises as spit ran freely from my mouth and down the side of the refrigerator."
"And how did you get free?"
"Oh Father, I just stood up. I – I suppose I never was really trapped, not really and truly."
He had that wolf look again. "You are so sinful my child," he said, slowly, caressing the words as if each one was precious.
"Yes Father," she said meekly. She looked down and found her fingers deeply inside her beautiful wet cunt. "I am so sinful."