“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Maria bowed her head, waiting for a reply. Outside the church, spring was coming – the sun shining brightly, a warm breeze blowing through the bright green leaves. But here in the confessional, she felt chilly – goosebumps showing on her naked arms. Still no answer.

“Father?” she asked quietly.

When she finally heard the faceless voice of Father John, it was a raspy baritone:

“Yes, my child. What sins have you committed?”

Maria squirmed in her blue silk dress – the one she always wore to church. It was too shameful to talk about. But then again, that was why she had come. She tried in vain to speak – her lips moving soundlessly. But eventually she managed to say:

“I ... I’ve been having impure thoughts.”

She heard the priest taking a deep breath.

“Impure thoughts are an abomination to the lord your God,” he said solemnly. “What lascivious fantasies has the devil been tempting you with?”

Maria felt herself blushing. And again that sinful feeling between her thighs.

“I’d rather not say,” she replied.

“But you must,” Father John insisted. “The lord must hear a full confession so that he may forgive your transgressions.”

“It’s...” Maria began. “When I lie in my bed at night ... lustful fantasies come to me. Vision of the most depraved acts. And ... I imagine myself taking part.”

“What kind of visions are those?”

Maria sighed and straightened her dress.

“I keep seeing the same scene,” she replied quietly. “I’m walking through town late at night – in the yellow glow of the streetlamps. And ... I’m never out at that hour. Only in this ... dream, or whatever it is. And then ... I notice two gentlemen following me. Dark and menacing. I try to shake them off, but it’s impossible. They catch up with me, and...”

Maria felt herself trembling as she remembered her fantasy.

“And then what?” asked Father John. “They grab me and hold me,” she went on. “They’re incredibly strong. And then they have their way with me.”

“What do they do?” Father John asked.

Maria shook her head.

“They pull out knives and cut my dress to shreds,” she stammered. “Leaving me standing there, stark naked. And then they expose themselves – show off their erect members to me. Quite large...”

She heard the rustling of fabric. And when the priest spoke again, his voice was hoarse and even deeper:

“Then what?”

Maria’s eyes watered.

“One of them kneels down to lick my flesh while the other holds me,” she said. “And I feel a strange pleasure as he uses his tongue. Almost a sensation of ecstasy. Then – they switch places. As the second gentleman holds me, the first one enters me. His tool is so long and hard. And as he moves in and out of me, I once more feel the ecstatic sensation. Multiple times, in fact – a sensual pleasure that almost drives me insane. They take me in turns – their members still erect and indefatigable. I don’t know how long they keep ravaging me – or how many times I reach the height of ecstasy. But finally they give in and pump their seed into me. One inside my flesh, the other – most unnaturally, I know – in my mouth. And then – they seem to disappear into the darkness, leaving me lying on the cold cobblestones, naked and exhausted – feeling dirty and sinful.”

She heard Father John grunting. He took a couple of labored breaths before he spoke again:

“Your mind has truly been infected with the vice of lust. But you can still be redeemed, my child. First – I must ask one thing of you.”

“What?” Maria whispered.

“Take off your clothes.”

She gasped.

“I...” she stuttered. “I can’t...”

“But you must,” Father John insisted. “You must appear naked before the face of God.”

Maria exhaled and stood up. She noticed her legs were trembling – as if her fantasy had actually happened. She unbuttoned the front of her blue dress and let it fall to the floor of the confession booth. Looking down, she blushed with shame. Even the shape of her body was sinful: Her voluptuous bust, the elegant curvature from her waist to her hips, her long, slender legs. All of it bound to evoke lascivious thoughts in the minds of even the most righteous men – turning them into drooling, lustful animals. She was but a temptress – just like the Great Whore of Babylon.

The booth went quiet for a while. Then she heard the shuffling footsteps of father John as he stepped out onto the hard, tiled floor of the church.

“Come here,” his deep voice said, echoing in the basilica.

Leaving her shoes inside the confession booth, Maria stepped naked and barefoot out into the church. The tiles felt cold beneath her feet. Father John stood before her, wearing his foot-length black cassock. He’d unbuttoned a few buttons, and through the opening his stiffened member stood out. Maria stared at it, wide-eyed. The long shaft, the dome-like, bluish head – it looked like something from her sinful fantasies – but somehow more real, more tangible.

“Kneel down, my child,” he said.

Maria replied, her voice an almost inaudible whimper:

“Will you pray with me, father?”

Father John chuckled, stepping closer. Maria thought she felt the heat from his erection on her naked skin.

“Kneel,” he commanded. “Kneel and repent.”

Maria knelt down on the cold tiles.

“Open your mouth,” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse.

She parted her lips and felt Father John guiding his erect cock into her mouth.

“Mmm,” he groaned with pleasure. “Now suck it, my child.”

A chill ran through her. Whether it was the cool air in the church or something else, she couldn’t tell. Maria began to suck gently on his swollen meat. He grabbed the back of her neck, and slowly moving his hips back and forth, he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. She heard him grunting as she salivated all over his shaft.

Maria shivered. Between her thighs, she felt the unmistakable tingling of her naked flesh – her soft pussy lips growing wet with excitement. She closed her eyes in shame. Father John was doing his best to save her, and here she was – her body just responding with even more lascivious sensations. Perhaps she was sinful beyond redemption.

Slowly, steadily, the priest kept fucking her mouth, his cock stiffening and contracting.

“Aaah,” he sighed. “Yes!”

Maria felt the erect tool jumping violently inside her mouth. Her lips made a loud, popping sound as he suddenly pulled out.

“You ungodly whore!” he gasped.

He slapped her cheek with his open hand.

“You almost made me come inside your mouth,” he went on. “Me – a righteous man of God! You are steeped in sin, my child, and not easily redeemed. But I shall make an extra effort to save you. Come here.”

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her towards the pews. It felt so wrong being naked in church - but with only one hand free, she was unable to cover herself in any significant way. With his big, strong hands, Father John lay her down on her back on a wooden bench right in front of the altar. A clear fluid seeped from his cock as he forced her thighs apart.

“Prepare yourself,” he gasped. “Prepare yourself for the sacrament.”

And with one powerful thrust, he buried his hard cock inside Maria’s cunt.

“Aaah!” she cried.

Father John immediately began thrusting. Gritting his teeth, he drove his long shaft in and out of her slippery flesh, making her full breasts bounce gently back and forth. Waves of pleasure surged through her entire body. Maria whimpered. So it was true – she really was a whore. A whore, immediately succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh. She looked up into the stern face of Father John – his eyes shining with the fervor of religious ecstasy.

Maria writhed on the hard wooden bench, trying to fight the unholy sensations. But there was nothing she could do. Every powerful thrust of Father John’s rigid shaft drove her closer, ever closer to the ultimate height of sinful pleasure.

“Oh, no”, she gasped. “Please...”

Father John bared his teeth, still relentlessly fucking her.

“I can not stop,” he gasped. “You must give in to the humiliation. You have to orgasm, my child. Only through complete debasement can you be redeemed.”

“Ohhh!” she cried. “Ohhh!”

And desperately gasping for breath, she felt it coming. Like a bolt of lightning, a violent climax surged through her shivering body, flooding her mind with carnal pleasures. Oh – it was wonderful! As the orgasm washed over her, it erased her knowledge of good and evil – leaving only the shameless joy of pure physical ecstasy. Eyes closed, she bathed in the sinful sensations, her juices flowing around Father John’s still thrusting cock.

Through the clouds of her orgasm, Maria heard the deep rumble of an almost inhuman growl. She opened her eyes. In front of the altar, a huge, grotesque figure had suddenly appeared. Its skin red and leathery, it squatted down facing them, using both its claw-like hands to stroke its long, dark red member. Its face was contorted by a vicious, leering grin, its eyes glowed bright orange, and curved black horns stood up from its forehead.

Maria shrieked. Struggling on the bench, she tried to push Father John away. But he just grabbed her hips hard and kept fucking.

“No!” she protested. “Let me go! It’s the Devil! He’s here!”

Father John’s lips were wet with saliva - almost drooling.

“Ah, my child,” he said calmly, still thrusting. “I see you have met my assistant. We are of course two sides of the same coin. And he and I will have to collaborate to ensure your salvation.”

He increased his thrusts, burying the entire length of his shaft inside Maria with every stroke, making her whimper. Eyes wide open, she stared at Satan shamelessly masturbating in front of her. Somehow this aroused her even further, and she arched her back on the pew, feeling Father John’s cock entering her tender flesh again and again. Moaning with pleasure, she found herself unable to resist. She was going to come again.

“Aaah!” she cried. “Aaah!”

The orgasm hit her even harder than before, making her shake uncontrollably on the wooden bench. Father John grabbed her upper arms hard, holding her down as her climax overpowered her. She kicked her legs in ecstasy. Satan, vigorously masturbating, growled with pleasure, the low sound resonating through the entire church, making Maria’s body vibrate.

Almost senseless with pleasure, she felt Father John pulling out. His cock was still stiff and throbbing. He must have been about to come. Briskly he lifted her off the bench and placed her on her back on the cold tiles. Slowly, Satan rose to his full, improbable height and on hoofed feet began to walk toward her. She sat up.