CHAPTER ONE

She was standing in what was usually called the ‘Old Hall’, which sat towards the back of the school grounds. Over the years the church school had grown, with each generation or two adding a new building so that the estate was now a sprawl of mismatched structures.

The Old Hall was rarely used, and only opened up for indoor sports should the weather be bad. Or, should a teacher need a particularly grim place to hold detention for unruly students.

She didn’t know why she was here, but it certainly wasn’t for physical education. The thought made her swallow nervously as she pondered what she’d done wrong to land her in trouble.

In the centre on the hall was a desk and chair, and only one. Assuming that the chair was for her, she sat down on the hard seat and looked about the hall.

The floor which was covered in dark green marble slabs about the size and shape of a brick, were almost black in the dim light that leaked through the window blinds. They gave way to a dark wood that panelled the lower walls, above which, a faded white paint disappeared into the shadowy beamed ceiling.

She shuddered at being alone here in the semi dark, and also at the cold. It was always chilly here as the building had no heating whatsoever, making it particularly uncomfortable in winter or as the evening cooled.

She was flicking through the bible that sat on her desk (mostly out of boredom than any desire to read it), when she heard the crunch of steps on gravel approaching the hall. They stopped outside, then the heavy oak door swung inwards and the footsteps entered.

She wanted to look back to see who had demanded her presence here, but she hesitated in fear and paused too long. Not wanting to seem as though she was being insolent by refusing to greet the newcomer, she pretended to be absorbed in bible study. This didn’t work for long as she heard the heavy door creak as it was allowed to close freely, the weight crashing back into its frame with a colossal crash.

As she had been straining her ears for clues as to who was standing behind her, she almost hopped out of her chair in shock at the noise. It made her throw her head round to see what was happening, and as her eyes adjusted to the gloom she saw a tall figure dressed in clothes as black as his name. His shoes glinted in the dim light as he paced towards her, the soles clicking on the marble floor. His legs were long in his neat trousers and ended at the thick black belt about his waist. The only thing that wasn’t in black was the crisp white dog collar at his neck; that and his white skin.

Realising that she was now looking into his eyes, she turned away quickly and lowered them to the bible on her desk.

From behind her, too close behind her in her opinion, she heard words spoken in his deep voice.

‘Do you know why you’re here?’

‘No..’ she replied, then cleared her throat and said ‘No father’.

‘This is an institution for the holy. A place of learning and instruction. Those that enter these walls learn the law of god, and apply it in what they do in life. Some of the priests believe in the purity and innocence of those that study in these halls, but there are a few of us who are wiser and no an evil child when we see one. We know a sinner when we see one, and we know how to treat a sinner’ He said, biting the last word.

She didn’t know why she was being told this and she still didn’t know why she was here, so she stayed quiet and kept her eyes lowered modestly. Perhaps by maintaining a respectful posture she could avoid whatever she was being punished for.

‘Are you a child of god my dear, or that of his Dark Angel?’

Having been brought up by a family of mixed ethnicity and beliefs, she couldn’t find it within her to call herself a child of god, for she didn’t really know if she was. So instead she replied ‘I’m not a sinner!’ rather more forcefully than she meant to.

He paused for a second, then took her words to be a confirmation that she was a child of god and so asked-

‘If that is the case, Quote: Peter 2:13-14’.

Her heart sank and she felt her heart start to beat faster again. She knew she didn’t know that.

She had tried hard to read the bible, mostly because the nuns were never lax in caning her for not knowing the scripture. She still had red welts across her buttocks from the last time that she’d been caught out for not knowing a particular verse.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to remember, but was cut off by his voice as he started to pace behind her.

‘Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every human institution, whether to a king as the one in authority, or to governors as sent by him for the punishment of evildoers and the praise of those who do right.’

He said, his voice ringing with zealous thunder. When he was finished, he bent to her ear and hissed ‘Do you know what that means?’

‘It means..it means that we should submit to lawful authority under god.’

‘Indeed it does. Do you know who is the lawful authority here?’

She didn’t want to say ‘you’ to him, so instead answered that all of the nuns and priests that run the school were the lawful authority.

‘And do you believe that you submit to lawful authority?’

She hesitated, and still unable to understand what she’d done wrong committed to answering ‘yes’ with only a little dread.

She knew that as soon as she said that word that she wished she could undo it. He inhaled in a way that made her sure she had stepped into a trap of some kind.

‘So, you haven’t done anything against the wishes of our lawful authority?’ He whispered in her ear. She had her eyes closed, but clenched them tighter as her came ever closer. Without her eyes, her other senses were heightened. She could smell a spicy fragrance to him, cinnamon or cloves. His breath was warm against her neck and the fingers of his right hand was playing idly with her hair. The closeness made ever inch of her body tingle and her heart jerk about in her chest uncontrollably.

‘No father. Please, I haven’t!’

‘You know, I am often awake at night.’ He mused as he stood upright. She wondered where this conversation was going as he placed a hand on each of her shoulders.

‘We are all sinners you know. You, me, the other students and teachers. Even the pope is not blameless in the eyes of god. Some of us however spend our nights in contemplation, for we cannot sleep and instead her the voice of god in our heads, willing us to repent our sins and live a better life.’

She listened intently as he spoke and tried not pay attention to his hands as they stroked her shoulders and one traced fingers across her throat. They suddenly closed lightly about her neck as he leant down again, this time his lips touching her ear as he spoke.

‘There are us who try to repent for our sins and then there are the unrepentant, like you. I bet you have not cast your eyes to the heavens and begged forgiveness for sneaking out at night, have you? But fear not, you will repent now.’

His words filled her stomach with dread and her eyes shot open.

She did not know how he knew, only that he must have seen her when he was up at night ‘repenting’.

It wasn’t really as bad as all that. Only that some of the girls made secret rendezvous with boys from the nearby catholic boarding school at night. It was innocent really, just a meeting to exchange gossip, scary stories and a few secret kisses beneath the trees. They had always feared being caught, but now with her studies almost over and more than a handful of night time meetings without incident, she thought they had gotten away with it.

‘God is disappointed with you my child, and I am to be his instrument of discipline. Up! Now!’

With shaking legs she stood to meet her punishment.

He placed a hand against her back and more or less slammed her over the desk. The bible that sat on the desktop jumped, but stilled when he pressed her face down upon it. He hadn’t been looking at it though, nor did he look at her face from where she lay her cheek on it’s cover and looked back fearfully. Instead he’d watched her skirt slide up the back of her soft brown legs. It wasn’t the first time that he’d watched those legs as she walked from class to class, nor the first time he’d imagined touching them. She had never been in his class and so he had never been able to punish her for her obvious lack of knowledge on bible verse. And despite this, she truly was a good student and he’d found no angle in which to punish her outside of class. He thought he’d never get the chance, for she was almost at the end of her studies and was deemed unlikely to don a nuns habit. It had been a blessing when he saw her and her friends scuttling out of the forest and back to their dorms a few nights before, but he thought it more likely to be a blessing from lucifer than from god.

Here he was with her bent over, her white socks hugging her toned calves, her plaid skirt rising up her thick brown thighs and silently he whispered a prayer to Satan. It hadn’t been his wish to become a priest in the first place and he’d long since given up caring about such heresy. He didn’t mind adding a few more sins to the stack he had already accumulated and there would be one or two more by the end of the night ‘That’s for sure’ he thought and chuckled under his breath. She turned her head slightly at the sound to look back at him, but he pressed her down on the desk and told her to pull up her skirt.

She did, slowly and somewhat reluctantly as he unbuckled his belt with his spare hand. He could see why she was reluctant, for her backside still showed signs of the square edged ruler that had obviously marked her in the past few days. The nuns were eager at beating morals into the girls, that was for sure.

‘It seems that you don’t learn from your mistakes’ he grunted, before pulling his belt from the loops on his trousers in one swift motion, so that it whistled dully as it came free.

‘You thought that no one would ever know, is that it? That you’d get away with flouting gods own laws before his very eyes and then sleep in his house?’ He snarled as he took his hand from her back and folded his belt in two. He took a step back to admire the view and his face openly showed a mad lust, for he knew she wouldn’t look back.

She held the pleated fabric of her skirt in shaking hands so that it’s shadow danced over her ass cheeks. They were firm and heavy like her thighs and dark like the colour of fresh coffee beans, separated only by the white cream of her knickers. Those were modest and undecorated, and would of been unremarkable if they were not spread across the mound between her legs. In the low light he could see a little shadow in the centre of them where they were drawn slightly inside her. He had brought her here for a reason, so he’d been on the verge of tenting his trousers for most of the day, but the actual sight of her there made his cock swell.

On impulse a hand reached out to lightly touch the inside of her thigh, close enough for his index finger to press against her panties. He could feel the warmth of her before she jerked forward across the desk at the unexpected touch. A cool smile tightened his lips, but it wasn’t humour, for he had gritted teeth beneath them as his heart beat faster. She was so vulnerable, and that turned him on just as much as looking at her, if not more.

‘I think twenty strikes will do to start, don’t you?’ he said as he put his left hand on her back and with his right, brought the belt down across her ass in a lightening strike. He didn’t start slow, for he intended each strike to count, and her shock was evident for she cried out and jerked forward again. She obviously hadn’t had time to prepare herself for the blow, especially one so hard. Her cry turned into a short whimper when he took her hair in his hand and pressed her face back onto the leather cover of the bible. Then he set about dealing the rest of the blows and insisted she keep count so that he could preach to her as he did so.

‘How long have you been disappearing into the woods I wonder? I bet you sat in class and smirked, thinking you’d never be caught.’

“Three…Fou..rrr…”

‘And so many Priests spoke about how good you were. “What a devoted nun she’d make!”‘

“Five…Six..nhhaaah!”

‘Little did they know you were meeting boys in the woods with those other harlots. I bet you’ve been getting bent over like a little whore for months.’

At this she stopped counting and started to protest.

‘No father. Please. I haven’t.’

‘I’m expected to believe your lies?’ He said. She began to protest again, but he was more intent on looking at his handiwork. Even though her skin was dark, he could see the marks from his belt grow redder by the second. No longer caring at a pretence of punishment, he reached out and grabbed her arse. His white skin looked great against the warm brown of hers. Better still was the heat of his blows on her skin that he could feel against his palm. It made his cock strain against the fabric of his pants, so that he had to press it against her leg as his hands were too busy to meet its demands to be touched. With it pressed against her, he gripped her ass harder, his fingers biting into her soft skin.

‘…but please Father, I mean it. We just tell stories, it’s nothing else. I won’t go anymore…’

She stopped when he moved his hand between her legs suddenly and cupped the mound between them. His middle finger pressed between her lips and she froze, dead still. She was silent in shock, for this was far beyond the realms of Teacher/student interaction. She made no noise, but her body started to shake and he thought for a moment that she might scream out. Although the Old Hall was separated from the commonly used buildings, he couldn’t guarantee that nobody would hear. As he brought his fingers away to reassess the situation, the middle digit glinted with moisture. Triumphantly he thrust it before her eyes and leant down to whisper in her ear:

‘And Behold! In doing so you have sinned against the Lord! And beware your sin will find you out!’ He cried with an air of righteousness as he rubbed his thumb and finger together before her.

‘I think the Lord has given us a sign that your punishment needs to be more severe.’ He called over his shoulder as he strolled casually to an old fashioned chalkboard and picked up a heavy wooden yardstick. She watched him from the table with wide eyes as he flexed it in his hands and met hers. He knew that his must have seemed wild for she was unable to hold his gaze and cast her eyes down quickly. It was a submission, even if she didn’t know it. The guilt was written across her face and in lowering her head she had submitted to his right and will.

He leant to the blinds at the window near the chalk board and flicked the slats open so that the warm brown of her legs shone in the early evening light.

As he walked back to her he began to speak again. His voice low and full of accusation as it build in volume.

‘You may profess to be innocent, but I don’t believe it. You are guilty as sin in my eyes.’

And being back behind her, he dealt another five strikes to her ass in quick succession so that she hissed in pain and began to shudder.

He paused for a moment and enjoyed seeing her shoulders heave Ann her legs jitter.

‘Pull down your underwear. Now.’ He said, and the shaking only increased.

He whipped her skirt from her fingers and flipped in up over her back as he watched her hands slowly grip the waistband of her cotton undergarments. She was either scared or in shock, or both as she didn’t move any further, so he bent and thwacked the yardstick across the back of her thighs. It resulted in a satisfying sound, and inspired her to pull the white fabric down over her ass cheeks. She stopped halfway over the rump and had to be prompted to continue until they were rolled to the bottom of her cheeks. They were plump and perfect, and patterned with the raised marks of both belt and stick; even his finger prints had left softer marks. As pretty as it was he wanted to see more, and another whack across her thighs prompted her to finally peel them away. As she did, a single strand of her cum strung between her pussy and the fabric before it broke as they slid down her legs.

He wasn’t a man to be overtaken by emotion, but the sight made his heart throw in an irregular beat and he was breathless for a second. He sucked in air as he dealt the last of her punishment, this time enjoying her ass cheeks jiggle with each blow. When he finished he walked to the wall, leant the yardstick against it and turned to her. With the light pouring in through the window he could see the little shimmer about her pussy and it sealed the deal. He had wanted her, and he wanted her now more than ever. He had come here with no solid intentions, only the distant whispering of his mind that he had pointedly ignored. But now he knew that he would take her and there wasn’t anything short of someone else entering the building or Jesus Christ himself materialising that would stop him from fucking this pretty little virgin. He was going to fuck her as he liked, he was going to break her, hurt her, use her as a thing to be used and completely defile her. The thought of ruining her, by stealing that innocence, brutally if necessary pushed him into a ‘high’, where his muscles pulsed with adrenaline. But was she a virgin? She seemed naive and innocent enough to be, but was there doubt?

He walked to her, enjoying the view but intent on finding out. Her breathing was just returning to normal when he reached her and took hold of her skirt which was starting to slip back down over her buttocks. He held it with his left hand, and with the right he began to explore her. Gently he parted her labia with his index and middle fingers, and with the third he gave a couple of swipes over her clit; each time feeling her legs twitch.

With his thumb he gathered up some of her cum and using it to ease his way, he pressed it into her.

There was an initial resistance, but as he applied pressure, her body adjusted to his insistence and he slipped inside.

At this, she blurted out a noise.

‘Nnnnngghhhhhnm.’ It wasn’t a no, not really. It may have started as a no, but it didn’t end as a no. She said nothing more, but from his vantage point he saw her clench her eyes shut and her ample lips part to draw in short sharp breaths.

She was tight, incredibly tight, so much so that he would find it hard to believe her not being a virgin. She may have slipped a finger or two inside herself as she bit her pillow in the dark dorm room at night, but there was no way she’d taken a dick or two. He was certain then, and made to draw his thumb back out. But beforehand, he used his position above her to press his thumb against her g-spot, at which point her legs gave out and she was only saved from falling to the floor when he brought his knee up between her legs so that she could regain her feet.

‘Are you really a virgin?’ He asked, not really requiring an answer as he unzipped his trousers and his cock literally sprung out and quivered. The end was coated in pre-cum which smeared against her skin as his dick pressed against the inside of her thigh.

‘Yes.’ She replied, and ‘Oh my god.’ She muttered as she felt him.

‘You shouldn’t call God’s attention to us right now. Not unless you want him to watch you getting fucked like a little whore.’ He grunted at her and took hold of the base of his manhood with his right hand. With the left her parted her ass until her pussy began to open and he could see her brown skin give way to startling pink. With his cock he applied his cum to her, then rubbed the head up and down over her clit to coat it in hers. This done, he pressed it against her and applied pressure like he had done with his thumb to test whether she could take him.

He was convinced to get down on his knees in order to make sure she was ready to take him, and also because he wanted to taste her. He could have kissed his way up the inside of her legs, but he wasn’t here to make love to her, but to fuck her. So he simply opened his mouth and took as much of her in it as he could and, like his thumb had done, thrust his tongue deep inside her. It took only a few short minutes of alternating between lightly nibbling and sucking her clit and flicking his tongue over it to bring her to orgasm, which rewarded him with the taste of her cum as it spilled out across his tongue. Whether or not she had orgasmed before he didn’t know, but her reaction was one of utter meltdown. Her body simply stopped working and she was limp and twitchy. He wasted no time in standing behind her and pressing his dick back against her. This time he was determined as he took her shoulders in his hands and pulled her back against him. She winced with pain but he continued until her body relented and he thrust his cock as far in as he could.

He had to take a hand from her shoulder to cover he mouth as she cried out and continued to moan as he pushed until her ass cheeks pressed against his stomach. He wasn’t sure if she was crying or not, but he held there without moving, forcing her body to accept him. He leant down to her ear to whisper that she wasn’t a virgin any longer, and kissed her softly on the cheek in a mocking way. His cock twitched inside her as he said so and he felt her gripping him.

At first her discomfort was intense, but slowly she settled and all that he could hear was her steadily breathing through her nose.

When she was still he took her waist and slowly drew himself out half way before this time steadily pushing back in. The noises she made excited him and her tightness around his shaft made him close his own eyes and groan as he drew himself fully out.

He pulled her up straight so that her skirt fell into place, then he made her get down on her knees so that she could add her spit to lubing the way. With his hand he slapped his length against her face and pressed it to her lips. She may have been reluctant before and probably still was, but almost instinctively her lips opened slightly, and as he pressed against them she opened her mouth to take him inside.

If he squinted, he thought he could just about make out a light red smear on his shaft that might have been her cherry and he enjoyed having her taste her own torn innocence on him.

‘Look at me.’ He said, and she did. He held her chin so she would not look away as he wrapped her hand around him.

It had hurt. Like the sharp pinch when you have your ears pierced and then the dull throb afterwards. But there was more than just pain, she couldn’t explain it. She wasn’t too sure it had felt good, but it hadn’t felt bad either and she was curious to experience it again. Mostly though she was in shock.

She had been a virgin just a few minutes ago. And not just a virgin, but a proper virgin, she hadn’t done anything but kiss a guy. Now she wasn’t, and she was on her knees with his penis in her mouth. She wasn’t too sure how she felt about that or anything, she was too light headed to think. She had never particularly considered becoming a nun, but she hadn’t particularly expected to not be a virgin any time soon either.

She was woken from her musing by him lifting her up and bending her back over the desk again. She didn’t protest, just pressed her cheek against the leather cover that was still warm from before and gripped the edges of the desk. He panties were still around her ankles as he kicked them apart, took her by the waist and pushed himself back inside her. This time he didn’t stop, but began to thrust into her, slowly at first but then beginning to build in speed. He tugged her hair and pulled her up against him so she had her arms straight and her palms flat on the desktop. His hands half undid, half pulled her shirt buttons undone and he took the collar of it and her bra straps in his hands and pulled them down so that her breasts almost popped out with his thrusts. She realised she’d started to make little ‘hngh’ and ‘Huhh’ noises each time he pressed inside.

His hands were at her breasts, kneading them gently as he pulled her up flat against his chest. In that position he was pressing both in and outwards against her pubic wall and for some reason it was so much more intense. And when he told her to touch herself she could feel an orgasm build and finally shatter her consciousness for a second time that day.

It was when she felt herself gush against his shaft that he held her down against the desk and, a little painfully for her, thrust himself into her again and again with such speed and force that she thought he’d break her until at last he made a long grunting noise and with one final slam, blew his load deep inside her stomach.

He held her there as he felt the last of his cum pump into her and slowly his cock began to soften. He took a step back as he pulled out, just incase he got to see his cum drip out after he’d creampied her, but she was tight enough that her body held it inside. He felt incredible as his body relaxed. The pressure of wanting her had been so intense that he thought he might have gone mad. Still, he was determined not to miss the opportunity for more.

He stripped her skirt off and tossed her bra and shirt away. He took a few minutes to inspect her fully, to see everything. Her breasts stood to attention, the skin tight, the small dark nipples high. Little dark beauty spots ran up her stomach to her chest, and he traced them with his fingers before making her squat.

Her legs didn’t seem to want to hold her, but with her hair wrapped in his hand he held her to him.

‘Now suck it.’ He said. ‘I’ve blown a load inside you, but I’m not going to be happy until I’ve seen you with my cum all over your pretty face.’

She looked at him with eyes that conveyed, well, he didn’t know. Resentment, puzzlement, anger?

Whatever it was, he slapped her across the cheek. Not hard, but enough to get her attention and to get her to mind her manners, which was a funny concept considering what he’d just done. He had her take his cock in her small hands and suck him back to hardness. This time he made her do the work, pumping his dick as he held her close enough that her lips were always pressed to his shaft. He took the opportunity to cup her beautiful breasts, and squeeze her nipples roughly between his fingers.

Only when he was close did he take himself in his own hands and began to jack himself off.

‘Take your tits in your hands and offer them up to me like a little slut’ he commanded, and enjoyed the blush that reddened her cheeks.

‘Now look me in the eye, that’s right. Open your mouth little whore…Beautiful.’ He grunted.

As he prepared to cum again, he said ‘You may not have thought about becoming a nun, but you will. They’ll call you a bride of Christ, but that won’t be the truth, in truth, you’ll be my little fuck toy, to fuck in the vestry before I tend my flock. And to fuck again when I’ve finished. You understand?’ He asked, and finally watched as a few heavy streams of cum splattered her across her mouth. She flinched as it came at her and the rest rained down on her chest and gathered about her crucifix.

‘Good girl.’ He said, as he scooped up some of his cum and made the sign of the cross on her forehead with it and whispered ‘In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Bless you my child’.