Feature Writer: Harry Lime
Feature Title: Brother Harold and the Orphan Girl
Published: 24.08.2016 / Copyright© 2016 by harry lime
Story Codes: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Spanking, Masturbation, Petting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Small Breasts, Clergy
Synopsis: The church was more of a way station for migrant travelers than a real parish center for the teachings of the church. Brother Harold was a good man but his weakness of the flesh sometimes caused him to fall away from the path of the true belief. The temptation was too great for him to ignore.
Brother Harold and the Orphan Girl – Chapter 1
The tiny church was located almost on the border between the two countries primarily because it was one of the major routes for clandestine movement of migrant workers shifting to the north to take advantage of the need for willing workers. The undocumented transients were wise enough to avoid the usual centers of poverty relief with their governmental connections and tended to use the religious-based centers for their special needs.
The latest batch of dirty and exhausted workers from the south that crowded the vestibule of the small church and filled the tents in the walled garden were typical of the usual mix of migrants with the exception that there were several young people amongst them that had vacated a particularly harshly disciplined governmental institution that was more like a prison farm than a sanctuary.
Brother Harold was distressed to see the naïve young people with their simple air of innocence and need for protection being harassed by the older male workers as a normal course of events. He saw one small person whose gender was undecipherable because of the loose clothing and layers of grime. He or she was silent and rolled up in a defensive ball out of the way of the others. The astute Brother was certain it was a survival mode for the poor little thing and undoubtedly a way to escape notice, when blending in was the name of the game.
He said a prayer of thanks for the fact that the soup stretched in a near miracle aided by the discarded potatoes and cans of corn provided by a generous local food market.
A couple of disrespectful organizers came in with transportation for the larger and more muscular transients and a bus arrived to take the older females to jobs in the large hotels in the city. Only the half-dozen or so of the smallest undocumented escapees remained looking bewildered at their sudden lack of crowded surroundings.
The sound of a van filled the courtyard with a rattle that coincided with the disappearing sun behind the tall mountains in the distance.
It whisked all of the remaining workers into its interior, with the exception of the shy one with a cap pulled down to remain an unmemorable blank in people’s eyes.
“It looks like you will have to stay with us for a while longer, little one.”
The dirty face looked up at him and he saw right away it was a girl and not a boy. He had hoped it was a boy because of the idea that was growing in his head. His thought was to keep the small worker as an altar boy to help in all the minor chores around the church and assist in the ceremonial weddings, baptisms, and funerals for the local populace. The fact that it was a girl made that possibility unlikely, because the bishop frowned on having girls as altar boys even though the Vatican had given permission a long time ago.
The dirty face spoke to him with an educated tone of voice sounding more like one of the ruling class and not just another laborer from the slums of a decaying city.
“I understand, Father, I thank you for the food and for a place to rest. Is it permitted for me to wash up and get this terrible dirt off my skin?”
He beckoned her with his finger and she followed him obediently with her head lowered and her hands together in respect for their location inside the rectory of the church. Brother Harold gave her a towel and a fresh bar of Ivory Snow from the wooden tub in the storeroom. It looked to him like she might need the entire bar to get clean again.
“I am afraid the water will only get a hint of being warm because our heater is not working properly, but at least it is not cold to make you shiver.”
Brother Harold was surprised that the girl started stripping down even before he was able to withdraw from the bathroom. Once she started, he was frozen in place, because it would seem more like a retreat, than obeying any unwritten law concerning modesty. He decided it would be necessary to find some clean used clothing for the girl from the donated piles in the closet. It would be a crime to dress her petite figure in the same filthy rags she had just taken off. It was obvious that she was cured of any shyness by the stay at the institution where bathing was in a large communal wash stand with no regard for gender at all. He wondered if she had been subjected to any sexual advances in the orphanage by either the male residents or the disreputable staff assigned to monitor their adherence to the rules.
“By the way, little one, I am not a priest, my name is Brother Harold and I keep the church running throughout the week. The priest is Father Brown and he comes down here from the big city each Sunday to perform the Mass and hear confessions.”
The girl looked at him through the mist of the water and suds from the soap on the towel. She was struggling to get her back and legs clean and he assisted by running the wet towel over her dark skin that quickly turned to a much paler tone after a few swipes with the cloth. She leaned forward to allow him to reach all of her hard to get places and make her sparkling clean.
The transformation was amazing.
She had changed from a lump of coal to a beautiful young girl with hazel eyes and sparling white teeth that dazzled him when she smiled widely. Suddenly, her nakedness caused him to react in a way that he had not experienced for many years. He knew right away that he would have to confess it on Sunday, even though he had not done anything or said anything about his emotions. He knew the girl had seen his reaction, because it was hard to miss. Still, he did his best to conceal his arousal and told her to follow him to the closet for the dispensing of clean clothes.
On the spur of the moment, he suggested that she don the clothes of a young boy to include tight jeans, broad black belt and a leather jacket that emphasized the width of her shoulders and hid her feminine curves. She didn’t object, but he sensed she was inquisitive about his design in presenting her as a boy and not a girl. He asked her to sign the guest roster and watched her sign her name as “Roberta Rodriguiz” and put her age as 18. He let her watch him change the “A” on Roberto to an “O” and she nodded her head in agreement with the switch.
He led her to the alter boy’s recreation room and showed her the rest room with a pair of cots made up with blankets and pillows.
“This will be your spot for now. I think we will make you a Roberto and you can learn the ins and outs of being a good altar boy. How would you like that, Roberto?”
She looked up at him standing high above her and nodded her head.
“I think that is a very fine idea, Brother, I would like to learn all that you wish to teach me.”
That night, Brother Harold said his prayers and prayed that he would be forgiven for his disgusting arousal and promised to be a better person and teach the new altar boy everything he knew about the business of serving a good mass, and the special needs for weddings, baptism, funerals and other church matters.
Young Roberta stripped down to her undies and socks in the bed and covered her shapely body with the blanket, which was nice and warm, but a bit rough on her skin. For some strange reason, she didn’t mind that at all and offered the irritation up to the Lord in punishment for her dismaying attraction to Brother Harold’s stiffness. She remembered how close it was to her freshly cleaned face and yet miles away in terms of appropriate behavior.
The next day Roberta helped Brother Harold clean the mess left by the transient group.
Then, he showed her the proper way to wear the cassock and the altar boy costume required in all ceremonies. He told her it was OK to wear her civilian clothes underneath because they couldn’t be seen. The only problem was her hair which was too long for a boy. He put a bowl on top of her head and trimmed around it with the large manuscript scissors being as careful as possible to make it perfectly straight. When he was finished she did look a lot more like a boy with a bad haircut but that was acceptable under the circumstances.
They had to clean the dust from the bottoms of the stained glass windows that ran all the way down both sides of the narrow church.
Due to a lock of a proper ladder, Brother Harold boosted the petite Roberta onto his shoulders and she squirmed and twisted to get the windows clean in every corner. Her odd contortions started to make her feel all tingly between her legs and before she knew it, her orgasm was exploding, while she still had her legs wrapped around Brother Harold’s head and neck. She prayed he did not sense her lack of good behavior and sinful pleasure-seeking. Fortunately, she had on a pair of thick man’s underwear and it absorbed a lot of her uncontrollable emissions. The only thing she feared was that he would realize the scent in the air was not from the incense, but from her exotically flavored feminine passageway dreaming of her perfect “taking” for the very first time.
They had a double baptism to perform early on that Saturday morning. Then, the priest would arrive on Sunday for mass and confessions.
Finally, on Sunday evening, they would be receiving a new batch of transients from the south and they would feed them and take care of them until the transportation showed up to take them to their new jobs further away from the dangerous border. Brother Harold told her that the authorities knew about the arrangement, but that they had promised not to interfere, because it was better to move the workers through the county quickly and not make the county government liable for funding their presence. The health-care costs and the educational costs alone would bankrupt the county’s ability to pay its bills and the voters would be breathing down the necks of the authorities seeking answers to a looming bankruptcy.
Roberta didn’t like the priest, because he was a bit too pompous for her and she sensed he suspected she was a girl and not a boy from the way he looked a little too long in her eyes seeking some sort of answer to his suspicions. It seemed so strange to her that the higher-ups in the church were adamant against the use of girls as altar boys, when it was so common in her own country. The girls were usually more mature than the boys and they tended to be more obedient when rules are needed to be followed. The boys were all caught up in football and chasing girls and the girls just focused on the job and gave full attention to the details.
After the priest left, they had plenty of time to get ready for the new group to arrive and she explained that she did not want to tell the priest her sins, because she was feeling a bit lonely and needed a touch in a certain place to make her feel more complete. She told Brother Harold that it didn’t seem too much of a sin and she didn’t really feel guilty about her feelings.
Brother Harold seemed embarrassed, but he understood her dilemma perfectly.
He told her to raise her cassock in the back and sit on his lap to discuss the best remedy. With a little bit of fumbling, they got her trousers down and she planted her heart-shaped bottom right on top of his demanding shaft to receive his instructions on how to achieve a quick remedy to the problem. It was only a matter of moments, before the both of them were pledging eternal thanks for their mutual satisfaction. She knew the flood between her legs was from him in the way that all men gave their present of cream filled with the seeds of making a baby. She was happy and yet a little sad that he had not pushed inside her, either in the front or the back, and just explored the entire area with his probing shaft. In a way, she was proud that she had managed to make him feel satisfied in such a delicate matter. Roberta hoped he would lose his reluctance and stretch one of her openings soon because she knew she could not wait much longer to let that ultimate tingle shake her from head to toe. It seemed like a good solution to her problem and they agreed to keep it private between a dedicated man of the cloth and an imitation high-spirited altar boy with secrets of his own.
She decided that from now on, she would not wear anything under her cassock, so they could couple with the ease of practiced partners. It looked like she was fitting into her new position with perfect harmony. She knew that Brother Harold was happy with the fit from the way he smiled his gratitude each time she proved her loyalty with her new-found attitude of cooperation and total obedience to orders.
In her bed at night, she speculated about Brother Harold’s feelings about disciplining her with his broad leather belt to keep her from sinful thoughts and to do her best to be a “good girl”. She had to admit, it was the only thing she liked from the orphanage and the very thought made her shiver with anticipation of twisting and turning on top of his robes and hearing the sound of his strap as it hit her unprotected bottom. She fell asleep with a smile that never changed the entire night.
Brother Harold and the Orphan Girl – Chapter 2
After a short training period on the nuances of serving at various ceremonies like weddings, baptisms, and funerals; young Roberto, who was actually a Roberta, was as polished in performance as the most senior altar boy, Louis Rivera. The redheaded Louis had been on top of the heap for a long time and he resented being displaced by such a diminutive newcomer with a friendly attitude for one and all. He oozed resentment like a sieve and was unable to contain his feelings of malicious intent toward the popular newcomer. His way of taking care of such disrespect for his position was to simply bend the younger boy in question over the railing and push home his objections in a way that would insure the smaller lad would think twice before attempting to usurp his supervisory position. It was not that he was attracted to boys, but more that he enjoyed the feeling of control it gave him to ride the defenseless flanks of the smaller boys. He pretended they were girls and he had to force them to stay in line or face the consequences in a humiliating fashion right in front of the other boys. He would give them names and call them whores in a way that robbed them of their male ego and made them more attentive to his physical needs. All the boys had been subject to his whims of sinful urges and they did their best to stay out of his way and avoid the disgraceful treatment.
Two of the other boys held Roberta’s arms down on the other side of the rail and she tried to look over her shoulder to see what the mean-spirited Louis had in store for her. When she saw the exposed member sticking out like some sort of knob on a door, she almost fainted dead away but managed to hold onto consciousness throughout the entire sequence of events with her exposed backside visible to the entire clique of altar boys crowded in a tight circle around her.
Roberta thought that perhaps the older boy was simply attempting to scare her into obedience to his rule and she was ready to accept him as her “boss” in matters of scheduling and other conflicts. Then, he pressed his hardness on her brown eye and she was confused into speculation about his intentions until that special moment when the line was crossed and her sphincter gave way to his determined insistence that she stretch to accommodate his oversized shaft. In a way that was so swift and silent, she was pinned like a bug on top of the rail and the realization that she was now his play-toy was underscored by his repeated heavy pounding on her reddening cheeks.
The other boys were laughing at the sight and their insults made Roberta want to shrivel up and disappear like some magical trick from long ago.
Louis was grunting now with a pig-like cadence each time he bottomed out in Roberta’s heart-shaped rear end. Her cheeks were beet red and she could tell the evil lad was on that final spurt to the finish line by the way he seemed to be growing inside her.
The confirmation of his conclusion was certified by his grabbing her ears and pulling back on her head, so all around them could see the terror and lust in her eyeballs. She sensed it was there and there was nothing she could do about that. The disgrace and sinful impurity of her internal thoughts was enough to make her blame herself for this situation. Of course, she was secure in her solitary awareness of her gender and felt no shame in submitting to a male dominance that more often than not was inevitable inside or outside of the blessed state of marriage.
The boys broke up and went back to their other duties after “Roberto” got his punishment for questioning the rule of Louis over the band of boys that submitted to his command authority. Roberta was certain they would fall on her like a pack of wild wolves if they knew she was female and made a special effort to appear as manly as possible under the circumstances.
That afternoon, they were serving at a wedding ceremony with some leaders of the local community to include the mayor and the chief of police as close friends of the “Wife to be” parents. The bride was absolutely stunning in a lace on lace white bridal gown of magnificent design. It actually had been stolen by pirates from a government vessel carrying a load of gold coins to the location unknown main treasury. How it came into the hands of the bride’s father was a mystery better left unsolved if one wanted to retain their good health and all their limbs.
Somehow, Brother Harold became aware of her difficulties and pulled her into his quarters to administer a soothing salve to her affected areas. She pressed her face into his pillow and did her best to hide her tears of mortal distress at her shame in taking it up her most secret place. Her only excuse was the fact that she was hopelessly outnumbered with two other nasty lads holding down her arms and leaving her no credible source of resistance to Louis’s demands for complete control.
Eventually, she was lulled into a state of complicit submission to Brother Harold’s fetish of exploring her puckered opening to make certain there was no permanent damage done to the sensitive flesh. He assured her that all was in order and Roberta heaved a sigh of relief because she had no source of income other than the tips she received from the faithful that were partaking of the sacramental services performed by the representative on almost every weekend.
The wedding ceremony that Saturday was an exercise in lavish display of new money seeking an outlet for fancy living. Apparently, the bride’s family was the family with all the available cash and the groom was basically along for the ride. In fact, the car they were driving away in after the wedding was the property of the bride with the husband added as a temporary driver.
Roberta saw that the groom was definitely not a man in love.
He did his best not to look at the bride too long because it filled him with a sense of wanting to run out the back door and head for parts unknown. She knew that feeling and felt sorry for him because it was obvious that he was already regretting his acceptance of the marriage contract and his signing of the papers that said he would not be able to share in the bride’s inheritance directly. Of course, he would be able to control the trust funds for the offspring but that was a long time down the road and he had some financial needs that needed to be attended to sooner rather than later unless he could accept a couple of broken legs as a penalty for non-payment of gambling debts. He had elected to risk delaying the broadcasting of his financial difficulties until after the honeymoon because it might cause his new spouse some second thoughts on the advisability of taking him for “better or for worse”.
Roberta was wearing her altar boy vestments when she stopped in the kitchen to prepare more snacks for the wedding guests to take off the edge of hunger as they waited for the post wedding dinner to be served in the school cafeteria with festive tablecloths and lots of decorations for the hastily planned wedding. The bride was already sporting a rounded belly and there was no doubt about the need for haste in tying the knot that would make all offspring legal at the moment of leaving the birth canal.
She saw the future husband to be sitting down on a bench just outside the back door of the kitchen smoking a forbidden cigarette with a furtive look over his shoulder whenever someone came into the kitchen area for some unrelated reason. For some strange reason, she felt a sense of pity for the groom’s sad outlook on his circumstances and brought him some of the Swedish meatballs that she had made from scratch using her grandmother’s recipe from the old country.
“Try one of these, sir; they will calm your tummy if you have any butterflies about putting on that ring.”
He looked up at the assumed young altar boy and docilely took the snack on a toothpick nibbling like a chipmunk on the tasty morsel.
She watched him with amusement knowing he would rather be anywhere but in that church on this wedding day with a pregnant spouse to give him orders for the rest of his life. It was like watching a caged lion being given instructions on how to do tricks to amuse the customers in the middle circle of a three ring circus. He looked nervous enough to do all the pacing for every member of the wedding party and she patted his shoulder in sympathy.
Reynaldo looked into the altar boy’s beautiful eyes and decided he would take this last opportunity to explore a young boy’s assets before becoming a married man with far too many responsibilities for such foolishness of the flesh. He quickly pushed the compliant Roberta’s face down between his Tuxedo-clad knees and urged her to “take care” of his still unmarried cock.
Roberta was conflicted because she actually found the man to be generally appealing in a regular relationship involving partners of the opposite sex just doing what came naturally when the opportunity arose unexpectedly. She knew he was fixated on spearing her bottom thinking she was a naïve altar boy with an attitude of complete obedience to orders from a confident grown-up in complete authority.
She groaned in despair when he spread her cheeks and then shrugged her shoulders in defeat when he mounted her with that well-practiced motion that suggested it was certainly not the first time he had engaged in such nonsense. Roberta was forced to take it and give him just what he wanted. The fact that she was deriving no small degree of pleasure from the impalement was a moot point because all she could do was to perform to his full satisfaction.
Reynaldo was confused because he was certain this altar boy was a far better piece of ass than most of the college girls that he had anally taken for the entire period of his university life. He much preferred that opening because the thought of carnal relations in unprotected feminine folds was too much of a risk from his point of view. He had made that mistake with his rich bride to be and the announcement of soon arriving offspring had prompted his acceptance of a life as a safely married man.
His confusion was from the fact that the altar boy had the tightest rear door channel he had ever encountered and when he laughed, his voice sounded just like a teenaged girl enjoying the sensation of giving up all her goodies to a determined male. He reached up and discovered the silly boy had a chest that contained the semblance of actual feminine boobs with nipples of sensitive composition. He tweaked them and cupped her delicate curves of flesh pretending they were female. It made him so frenzied in his rear door copulation that he battered the boy’s poor bottom with frantic obsession to get inside as deeply as possible. The cassock-covered prey shuddered under his thrusting groin giving every impression that the torso was a male that felt like a female, made noises like a female and, all things considered, was more female than any creature he had ever had the good fortune to bed in a horizontal position.
The assumed altar boy used its sweetly scented lips to cleanse his belabored shaft and he again got the distinct feeling that this “boy” was really a female in disguise. He was not quite certain if it was his latent desires for heterosexual relationships that guided his pretense or if the creature was so caught up in a need to resemble the other sex that the transformation was effected without an overt requirement to make a medical decision.
In any event, Reynaldo only knew he wanted to revisit contact with this Roberto and see just how far his transfer into femininity had progressed and at what point he would be able to adjust to the change.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO