She cums like a whore

The harder Christine tried to keep from giving the lecherous cleric the satisfaction of her humiliation, the more she could feel her insides boil with unwanted heat. Maybe if she had more experience with this kind of thing she could moderate her response, but nothing in her sheltered upbringing had prepared her for the treacherous nature of her weak feminine body.

It was difficult to understand how a man of the church could be so skilled at manipulating her sensitive sex like this. As much as she wanted to hate the way he toyed with her most hidden treasure, she had to admit that his fingers had just the right touch to make her young body squirm. He was playing her like a skilled musician plucking at the strings of a well-tuned lute and with each moment she felt her resolve weaken.

"Please ..." Christine pleaded breathlessly as she tried to retain the last vestiges of her dignity. "Please Your Eminence, I can't ... you can't ..."

"The Son of God has infinite power." Bishop Anthryl panted, "Satan cannot hide from his reach. Your sealed passage cannot hold his demonic minions any longer." The pace of Anthryl's rubbing picked up even more and Christine could no longer even keep her legs closed. When he felt her thighs spread Anthryl crowed in triumph. "That's right you little slut. I'll have you screaming like a harlot; you cannot hold back the sinfulness of your nature any longer."

"No ... NO ... Oh Mother Mary, NOOO!" In spite of her most pious fervent prayer to the Holy Virgin, it was too late. Never in her life, not even when she lay alone under her covers in the privacy of her chambers, had Christine ever experienced this mixture of pleasure, excitement and shame. The heat from her belly released downwards, flowing out in pulses of hot juices over Anthryl's probing fingers but all Christine could do was bleat like a newborn calf and writhe on the man's fat thighs.

"That's right you strumpet!" The bishop crowed in triumph as she jerked and twisted in his arms. "If only your sanctimonious father could see what a wanton Jezabel his 'perfect' daughter really is." His fingers dug deeper into her slick folds even as his throbbing flesh pulsed between her soft creamy thighs. "Does the high-principled old fart know your luscious young body has already been corrupted by Satan's lust?"

"Stop it!" Christine couldn't understand how she could have let this lecherous cleric bring her to this shameful state, but she was not going to let anyone - not even the Holy Pope himself - disparage her father. "She tried again to pull free of the bishop's grip and this time she was able to break free and lurch off his lap until she landed sprawled out on the floor at his feet. She backed away to the nearest wall before pulling her legs up to hide as much of her naked flesh as she could.

"You're a twisted old pervert who's a disgrace to the Church." She spat out fiercely. "I hate you!" If Christine expected her words to intimidate or shame the bishop, she was severely disappointed because instead of reacting as a decent man should, Bishop Anthryl giggled like a squire and stroked his penis with renewed determination. He waddled into a position above where she hunched on the floor, wanking away with fervent intensity.

"That's all right you little slut!" Bishop Anthryl gasped as his face turned an even darker shade of red. "I want you to hate me. I want you to hate every minute of my conquest of your pure soul ... I want ... Uugh ... I want to ... Oohh ... I want to corrupt you, Oh Fuck ... I want to defile every inch of your chaste body! I want to ... Auugghh yes!!!!

Christine had almost no understanding of what was happening and when the first globs of goo pulsed out of the man's penis, she didn't think that it would reach her, so it was too late to dodge the fountain of yellow-white ejaculate. The first smelly load landed on her chin and dribbled downward to her breasts while the next fell weakly onto her legs.

"There. That's better Lady Gerard." Bishop Anthryl gloated as he readjusted his robes. "You're not so proud now that you're anointed in my sacred ointment."