Due Process

[against_thewall]

Even several minutes later her breathing came in quick little rasps, the feel of the cold floor delicious against her flaming flesh.

His voice seemed to come from far away, but she was quickly brought back by the pressure against her cheek...the warm, gently throbbing sensation slowly sliding down to her jaw, tracing the line to her lips so that she could feel, taste the wetness - their wetness - he was speaking of.

Caught in yet another degrading, filthy situation- this torment seemed endless.

But he pressed more firmly against her lips, insisting - demanding? - that she again open to him...

She started to turn away, but her refusal was met by an even more demanding pressure and his hand at the back of her head.

Taking a breath to steady herself, he took his opportunity and pushed between her lips, the again-firm shaft sliding over her tongue and the head tickling at the back of her mouth

 

[scribe_m]

The Bishop gasped as Isabella engulfed him. His cock was covered with his cum and the filth from her hole, but there she was, sucking him. "Oh, yessss", he hissed. "Suck my stained cock, you sinful woman. It is proof you are dirty inside as well as outside, but if you suck and clean me, perhaps I can grant you clemency..."

He pressed her face harder to his cock, at first flaccid, now growing harder. His insistant hands held her head, massaging dirt and her juices into her unkempt hair. His member slowly became more and more ridgid, as he felt her tongue sliding on it, and began pumping into her. The hot warmth in her mouth contrasted with the cold cement touching the rest of her body.

"Confess... confess... Your anus has been violated... your mouth is being violated... Stop resisting and tell me your sins...."


Scribe.

 

[against_thewall]

Her sins...dear lord, she'd become a slut.

Disgusting as this was, sucking the cock of her bishop....Oh! How she was enjoying it!

She had completely melted for him, submitting to everything...

"Please..." she whispered, hardly able to admit it out loud between her humiliation and the cock sliding between her lips. Finally she pulled off for a moment, the pulsing head still pressed to her cheek.

"I...I'm a...a dirty woman..." she softly muttered, keeping her tear-filled eyes low.

 

[scribe_m]

"Yes... yess..." the Bishop said, lifting her head to his. "Tell me... tell me how dirty and wretched you are." Kissing her full on the lips, the Bishop sucked at her mouth hungrily. He held her... embraced her... wanted her... Breaking his lips from hers, he began kissing away the tears. He looked deeply within her eyes, revealing nothing of his deepest desire for her.

"You poor, poor, child. Sin is inherent within us all. Admit more of your filthy desires... your wanton lusts... only then can you be forgiven of your sins..." He held her body tight against his, her breast feeling the roughness of his chest, her stomach feeling the hardness of his member. He kissed her again, passionately, hoping morning would never come.


Scribe.

 

[against_thewall]

"Please my bishop...don't make me do this..." she whispered, choked out in the seconds when her lips were not trapped under his.

But she couldn't help it, pressed so close to him...feeling his hardness still throbbing hotly against her, her breasts crushed to his chest as he gripped her tightly to him, hardly giving her an inch...oh, her body fluttered in delight. Even with his apparent look of indifference at her sensational plight, she could not hold back. He was driving her toward this...

"Oh my bishop!" she finally cried into his shoulder, "Please, I..." again she was caught in a heated kiss, then released for breath, and she continued, blushing and flustered.

"Please...I'm so dirty, Monsignor. I..." she paused again, before letting the words rush out. "I want to be your whore, your slave....I need, want you to use me...like the slut you've made me...these hours beneath you...oh god, take me my lord...I've never been so desperate, so wanton..."

Her pleading was filled with such need, she could hardly think to be embarassed anymore...she was the dirty, lusty creature he had known her to be...

 

[scribe_m]

"Yes, yes, my child..." the Bishop whispered, his hands stroking her beautiful, dirty hair. "You have confessed, you have been saved. Your body is dirty, but your soul is pure." Taking a knife from his cloak, he begins cutting the ropes. "But you must obey me, as you would our Lord. We are all slaves to him, and you are a slave to me. You may now use the bath and cleanse yourself. I shall report that my verdict."

"Now, here. Take this book and write in it what happened tonight, this morning. You must write before the sun sets. The moon tonight shall be red, red as blood, and you must write."

OOC: This story continues in "The Book".



Scribe.