Chapter 2: Raped by a Priest

‘He kept pulling and pushing my head as his thing throbbed in my mouth. Sometimes it would touch the back of my throat and make me gag. He kept speeding up too, so my mouth was going along it faster. I could also feel him pushing it in and out at the same time.’

‘Then after a short while during which he had gone even faster, it seemed to swell even bigger in my mouth. Then as it throbbed and he pulled my head down with an extra hard tug, a great jet of fluid shot into my mouth. My first thought was that he was having a wee, I was appalled, but then I realised it was his sperm. It filled my mouth and seeped out to run down my neck.’

‘As it shot out, he was making some strange noises. Then as the flow of fluid finished, he stopped moving and the thing in my mouth went much smaller. As it dropped out, he let go of my head. ‘Now young lady,’ he said, ‘You behaved well in the end so I’m not going to visit your parents this time. But if I hear you have been breaking the secrecy of the confessional by telling anyone about today, I’ll make sure your parents send you away to a terrible place. I’ll also make sure that when you die you will go to hell instead of heaven. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes,’ I said.

‘You can go back the other side now,’ he said, ‘But this Saturday morning at ten o’clock you will report to the rectory for an hour’s religious instruction. It will probably save you from a lot of trouble if you don’t say where you are going.’

‘If you don’t turn up the wrath of Hell will descend on you and your family.’ ‘I squeezed back through the hatch which clicked shut behind me. Father O’Brien left immediately. I sat there in the dark for ages feeling dirty and very scared.’

When I got home, I was very tempted to tell my mum what had happened, but I was as sure as I could be that she either wouldn’t believe me or would take Father O’Brien’s side. If I’d learned nothing else in my thirteen years, it was how much control the church had over its slaves.’

‘Saturday seemed to come very quickly. When I woke up, I considered not going, or even running away, but I knew how long and powerful the arms of the church were. So, ten o’clock I duly presented myself at the Rectory.’

‘Father O’Brian opened the door to my knock.’ ‘Come in,’ he said. ‘He led me upstairs and into a bedroom with a big double bed in it. He told me to sit on the edge of the bed, then he put one hand on my head and said a prayer, finishing with ‘God give this girl the strength to do my bidding according to your wishes and thereby protect herself and her family from terrible harm.’

‘Then he told me to stand up. He pulled my T shirt off, then told me to take my shoes and my jeans off. Once I was standing there in bra and panties, he sat on the bed looking me up and down with a smile on his face.’

‘Then he took his cassock off. He was just wearing a pair of shorts underneath it. I could see a big bulge in them which was moving about. He sat on the edge of the bed and made me stand facing him between his legs.’

‘Wrapping his arms around me, he undid my bra and threw it aside. Then he stroked my breasts with his hands. It felt revolting, I was almost sick. ‘Lovely,’ he said softly to himself. ‘He pulled me close to him, so my bare breasts pressed against his skin, then he slid his hands down my back and inside my panties.’

‘After holding my cheeks, he pulled my panties down and told me to step out of them. Then he picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed. Kneeling down at the side of the bed he kissed my lips, then my breasts, then on my hairs.’

‘Standing up he took his shorts off. For the first time I saw a cock. It looked enormous and very hard. He came back to the side of the bed and placed my hand around it. It throbbed in my hand. Then he got up on the bed and lay beside me.’

‘He took me in his arms and held me tight to him. He slid his cock in between my legs so it stuck out a little way behind me. He caressed my breasts for a while, then he got up on his hands and knees.’

‘Rolling me over onto my back, he moved down between my legs and pushed them wide apart. Then he put his finger inside me again. This time he pushed it much further in and moved it about more. Then he opened this little packet and slid a plastic thing down over his cock, what I now know to be a Durex.’

‘Lying down on top of me he was very heavy. Then he lifted his hips and held the tip of his cock to my vagina before lowering himself down into me. Part way in, he stopped. It felt as if his cock was up against something. Then he pressed harder. As he went in further there was a terrible pain deep inside me. I cried out but it stopped almost immediately.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘That happens on your first time, you won’t feel it ever again.’

‘When he lay down on me, I could feel him hard inside me, then he started lifting up and dropping down. As his cock slid in and out of me, it felt as if it might come out of the back of my mouth it seemed so far up inside me.’

‘He started going faster and faster. Then as he cried out, he gave a last thrust in. I felt his cock swell inside me and keep throbbing. Something inside felt warm. He collapsed down on me, then I felt his cock start to shrink. After a few minutes he lifted up and climbed off me.’

‘He stood at the side of the bed with his condom full of sperm hanging off his limp cock. It looked quite small now. He pulled it off and put it on the bedside table. Putting his shorts back on, then his cassock,’ he said ‘Stay exactly as you are.’ Then he went out.’

‘About five minutes later he returned, this time with an older man. He was also a priest. I had seen him around occasionally, but I didn’t know his name at the time. I later discovered he was Father O’Donovan, a Bishop who was partly retired. He stood looking down at me like he was drooling. ‘My, you’re a pretty little thing,’ he said. ‘Thank you,’ he said to Father O’Brien who then left.’

‘The new priest sat at the side of the bed and ran his hands all over me. He was gentler than Father O’Brien. He didn’t put his finger inside, he just stroked over my hairs. Then he stood up and took his cassock off.

He stood there in his shorts, no sign of a bulge. He was podgy and now looked even older.’

‘When he took his shorts of, I could see his cock still soft. It also looked much smaller than Father O’Brien’s. ‘Are you eager to leave?’ he asked. ‘Yes, I am,’ I replied. ‘I shouldn’t be here at all.’ ‘Well, I’m going to have sex with you first,’ he said, ‘‘Then you can go. But because I’m old, it might take an hour or more for me to get hard enough to enter you. If you help me by playing with it, it will all be over much quicker.’

‘He got on the bed and lay on his back besides me.’ ‘If you lie with your head on my stomach and play with my cock,’ he said, ‘It will speed things up for both of us.’ ‘I was past caring by now, so I moved round. He put one hand on my breast and played with it.’

‘I took hold of his little soft cock and examined it. I started stroking it with an occasional play with his balls. It took a good five minutes before anything changed.’

‘Then he started to make a moaning sound as his cock began to swell very slowly. As I played with it, it grew bigger and harder. When it was fully hard it was only half the size of Father O’Brien’s.’ He said, ‘Thank you my dear,’ and told me to lie on my back. He put a condom on and climbed on top of me. He had a job getting it to go into me, then he lay on me as it slid inside. He was so heavy it was hard to breathe. He started thrusting in and out. He clearly had difficulty keeping up, the effort was exhausting him.’

‘But he kept going and after what seemed like ages he cried out, I felt his cock throb slightly and that was it. It went soft immediately. He struggled to pull out and collapsed on the bed alongside me. After a few moments he revived slightly, gave me a smile and said, ‘Thank you so much,’ then seemed to go to sleep.’