Virgin Mary: The Camp Ch. 05

"Wake up, girl."

Mary awakes from the gently shaking on her shoulder by a hand. She opens her eyes and adjusts through the dark to find a priest standing over her.

"Wha...?" Mary's question is quickly ceased by two of the priest's fingers pressing against her lips.

The priest lowers himself to face Mary closer, allowing Mary to see the priest as a handsome man in his early forties with dark red short hair and piercing blue eyes. She tries to sit up but the leather straps prevent her from doing so.

"Quiet." The priest whispers. "You'll wake up the other girls."

The priest's fingers moves aside from Mary's lip for his whole hand to gently cradle her cheek. Mary stills silent and still as the hand slides down her neck. She feels the fingertips trailing down to her shoulder, lowering down to her defenseless breast. Mary lets out a brief winch when the tip one of the exploring fingers slowly circles her nipple.

"I have very beautiful nipples." The priest whispers.

Despite her confusion and discomfort, Mary keeps her body and her tongue still, while the priest continues to examine her naked body with great interest. Mary starts to wonder why this priest is hovering over her. Maybe he knows about Tara forcing herself onto her, or that she witnessed Julia masturbating then had oral sex with Lana. In any case, Mary can reason that she didn't start or participate and hope that no blame will come to her.

Mary winces again from the hand now cupping her breast, squeezing and kneading it. The hand finally lets go and slowly slides down the middle of her torso, feeling her soft skin. Mary closes her eyes, feeling the hand journey, past her ribs, past her belly button. The hand stops over Mary's vagina but two of the fingers pushes inside the folds and finds the clit. Mary gasps as she feels her pink pleasure bud being interfered by the fingertips violating her pussy.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" The handsome priest questions in a low voice.

Mary shakes her head to answer, keeping her eyes shut in shame.

After a few seconds of silence, Mary opens her eyes to find the priest hovering his head over her stomach, intensely inhale through his nose.

He's smelling me? Mary thinks. Oh, God. He's going to know I've had sex.

The priest withdraws his hand from Mary's sex as he straightens up. He wipes his digits with a handkerchief and unties the leather strap around Mary's wrist and the bed. As the priest then moves to the straps of Mary's feet, Mary unties the strap of her other hand. Free from her restraints, Mary sits up on the bed, looking up to the priest. The priest hands Mary a black satin robe. Mary gets off the bed and accepts the robe.

Slipping on the robe, Mary feels the satin on her skin, savoring the feeling as the satin lightly brushes on her ass. With no belt on the robe, Mary has to keep it close to properly cover herself. The priest reaches behind Mary's head and pulls the hood over her head.

The priest takes Mary's hand and silently guides her out of the room. In the dark hallway, the priest takes out a small flashlight from his coat pocket and shines it ahead of them to proceed down the hall to the other side of the building. Mary is guided into a small room with single-size bed and a nightstand at its side with a small lamp lighting the room.

"Take off the robe." The priest orders as he shuts and locks the door.

Mary slowly removes the satin robe but holds it to her bosom. The priest pulls the robe from Mary as he grabs her arm and guides her to the bed.

"Lay on your stomach, girl." The priest orders.

As told, Mary mounts the bed and positions herself on her front, wrapping her arms around the pillow and keeping the legs together. Mary looks to the priest as he steps to the bed, undoing his belt.

"I want you to lay perfectly still and stay quiet." The priest instructs, sliding his belt off. "You may want to hold on to something."

Knowing what is to happen next, Mary keeps her mouth shut, grabs the bars of the headboard and braces herself. She prays for courage and grace to see her through what must be a counseling session, as odd as it is happening this late at night and the priest not properly introducing himself or even starting any conversion on the way over which could just mean he not for small talk and prefer to get right into business.

"WHORE!" The priest yells as he strikes Mary's bare bottom with his belt hard.

The searing pain of the first blow is too much for Mary to endure, causing her to scream from the pain.

"WHORE!" The priest yells again and swings the belt on Mary's ass twice.

"Please, stop!" Mary begs, rolling her throbbing ass aside to stop any more blows.

"I said don't move." The priest quickly leans over and forces Mary to her front by holding down her back, enabling him to continue.

Mary buries her face on the pillow as she tries to endure the repeating lashes being inflicted on her ass and the back of her thighs, trying to hold back the screams and the tears. She knows she made a mistake trying to stop the belt-wielding priest hitting her and would be punished for it but is confused on what she did to deserve this treatment.

He does know about me and that girl. Mary thinks.

If given the chance before, Mary could have explained that is she did not consent to having sex with Tara and it should be her at the receiving end of the priest's belt. But she elects to say nothing, trying to keep still and bare the repeated strikes while the priest continues to call her whore, which Mary has already lost count.

Finally, the belt battering stops. Mary lifts her face off the pillow, stained by her tears. She watches the priest wiping the sweat off his forehead. The priest drops the belt and undoes his trousers as he mounts the bed.

"Remains still, slut." The priest orders, forcing Mary's legs apart and kneels between them.

Mary rests her head back on the pillow and closes her eyes. She feels his hand on her ass, squeezing the cheek immediately.

"Your ass is beautiful." The priest says, pulling his erected cock out. "I can imagine the number of boys in your school that would dream of being this close to such a pretty little ass."

"Thank you, Father." Mary replies.

"Did you ever let them see your bare bum?" The priest inquires.

"The boys at school? God, no." Mary answers.

"But you wanted them to, didn't you?" The priest furthers, leaning forward. "And not just the one boy but a whole bunch of them, lusting after you, wanting more than just to look?"

Before Mary could answer, she feels the priest pushing his cock pass her ass cheek and into her anus. She grunts and grabs the edge of the mattress, feeling the entirety of the priest's cock. Even though it's not Mary's first anal sex, she still finds it uncomfortable with her sphincter is stretched so roughly.

"Did you want to show them your naked ass, let them touch it, spank it, shove their hard cocks in it." The priest demands as he begins to thrust his cock deeper in Mary's ass. "Answer me."

"Yes." Mary quickly answers. "I...I wanted to the boys in my social studies class to fuck me up my ass."

"You wanted them to anally gang-rape you?" The priest asks closely in Mary's ear.

"Yes, Father." Mary answers. "I wanted them to pull me off my desk, force me over Mr. Potvin's desk, pull up my skirt and rips off my panties and then all the boys would sodomize me one at a time."

"Including the teacher?"

"Yes, Father. Including Mr. Potvin."

"You're a very dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm very dirty girl. Dirty, dirty, dirty."

The priest secures his hands on Mary's shoulders, thrusting his cock deeper and harder. Mary tries to arch her back to raise her ass and give the priest more of her anal canal.

"DIRTY LITTLE GIRL!" The priest yells, nearing his climax. "SO VERY DIRTY!"

Mary feels the hands on her shoulders tightens it grip seconds before feeling the cock violating her ass releases a massive discharge, filling her anus with hot semen.

"DIRTY WHORE!" The priest yells, still thrusting to squeeze out every drop of his manseed.

Soon the priest slows down to a stop and catch his breath. He pulls his soft cock from Mary's ass and dismounts the bed. Free from the priest's grasp, Mary gently pushes herself up from the sweat-covered mattress and crawls off the bed to stand at the opposite side from the priest.

"What's your name, girl?" The priest asks, doing up his trousers.

"Mary, sir."

"Come here, Mary." The priest orders.

Mary tries to keep calm and walks around the bed to the priest, remembering to keep her hands to her sides. The priest turns to face Mary with stern eyes. Mary's hands starts to tremble.

"Pick up my belt." The priest commands, pointing to his belt on the floor.

Mary takes a single step and squats down to take the belt off the floor. She turns and hands the belt to the priest, certain the simple task has earned her some lenience.

"DON'T HAND IT TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU STUPID WHORE!" The priest yells with anger.

Mary's hand trembles again along with her lower lip.

"Use both hands." The priest instructs.

Mary has the belt placed on the open flat palms of both her hands. "Like this?" Mary holds out the belt to the priest.

"Much better." The priest smiles as he accepts the belt. "Keep your hands up."

Mary keeps her open hands still, fighting the trembling while she watches the priest fold the belt, ready to use it again.

"Answer me honestly, Mary. Did you enjoy it when I fucked you up the ass?" The priest questions.

Mary takes moment to consider her answer but decide to be straightforward in order to comply with her counseling as well as not have her hand struck for lying.

"Yes, Father. I liked it." Mary confesses. "But I know it was wrong. Sex should only be use as a means to procreate and I..."

"I'm not talking about procreation, girl." The priest interrupts. "I'm talking about gratitude."

"Gratitude?"

"Yes." The priest lightly flings his belt against his palm. "You told me you enjoyed receiving anal sex from me but have yet to even say thank you."

"Oh, god." Mary's mouth drops from the sudden guilt. "I...I...didn't think...I mean it didn't..."

"If you're going to be slut, Mary, at least be a gracious slut."

"I'm so sorry, Father." Mary frantically apologizes. "It didn't occur to me to say thank you. It's my first night here and I'm still learning how to..."

"It's all right, Mary." The priest lowers his belt. "Because you're new here, I will spare the rod just this one time. You can put your hands down."

"Thank you, Father." Mary gives a small smile, lowering her hands. "And...thank you for the anal sex."

"You're most welcome, Mary." The now-friendly priest replies. "Now hurry back to your bed before Sister Camille catches you."

"Thank you, Father. Good night." Mary says, turning to walk to the door.

Mary barely takes one step when the belt swiftly hits an already tender spot of her abused ass, causing Mary to scream from the searing pain. She hurries to the door in hope to escape before giving the priest another chance to hit her again.

"RUN WHORE!" The priest yells with a wide and sinister smile.

Fortunately for Mary, the priest does not chase after her as she flings open the door and runs down the dark and unfamiliar hallway.