Unexpected hope

Once she had cleaned herself up Lisa didn't have long to wait before there came another knock at her door and it swung open, revealing a wiry man wearing a grubby looking roman collar. He quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind him, his jittery air immediately putting Lisa on edge.

"Hello, child." he said, bowing his head politely in greeting. "A blessing to meet you, I'm Pastor Thomas."

Unsure of the proper etiquette, Lisa returned the little bow, smiling politely as she introduced herself, "Welcome father, what a pleasant surprise. Li-Lacey...." she extended her hand and the priest took it in his sweaty palm, giving it a fervent shake. He was a thin, gangly man that appeared in his mid to late thirties, yet he was already balding significantly, a horseshoe of hair extending from ear to ear beneath his shiny bald dome. His dark eyes seemed to dart about and his eye contact was fleeting, giving him a slightly unhinged edge. Lisa had met similar religious sorts before so thought little of it - surely a visit from a man of the cloth would be better than some outlaw or bandit.

There was a few moments of awkward silence before Lisa took the initiative and patted the bed beside her, Pastor Thomas accepting the invitation and settling himself down. "So child," he began suddenly, startling Lisa slightly as he turned to face her and fixed upon her with an intense stare, "I heard what happened to you... at the saloon. A terrible thing for a young, unspoilt woman. Tell me, is it true? Did those heathens take your virtue?"

Lisa stared back into the man's eyes, his gaze almost hypnotic, and found herself nodding. "Yes father. I had my virginity stolen from me." She responded quietly.

Somehow the pastor's stare seemed to intensify and Lisa noticed his tongue flicker between his slightly parted lips before he spoke again, "Terrible! Truly terrible... this town gets worse by the day." He took her hand in his own clammy mitts and squeezed it gently, before imploring, "Tell me what happened child. Unburden yourself and be freed from your sins. You will feel better for it, I swear."

Lisa pondered for a moment. The last thing she wanted was to dredge up the memories of last night and yet, a part of her felt that perhaps speaking of her ordeal, sharing it with a sympathetic ear could be helpful. Cleansing.

Eventually she began to speak, starting with following the three men to what she thought was a friendly old lady's house, only to be violently assaulted and ****. She spoke of her desire for ****, only to fail and find herself at the mercy of a pack of drunk strangers. The pastor asked questions occasionally and Lisa answered truthfully, telling him all she remembered, even as new memories returned to her. She explained in great detail the humiliation and degradation she endured, how and where they fucked her, and how, eventually she gave in to lust. How she wailed in pleasure as she begged for more. How she sucked her own mess off the cocks of strangers. How she rode them until she herself climaxed in bliss.

When she finally finished speaking and returned to the present she found the pastor still staring at her intently, eyes wide and lips wet. He was also clearly spectacularly hard, his trousers tented with a large bulge. The pastor caught her looking and sighed heavily. "Forgive me child, but I am still just a man..." he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Lisa looked upon his straining bulge transfixed, her outpouring of sexual memories having sparked her arousal to dangerous levels. She needed to cum. She wanted to feel that cock deep inside her, preist or not. "Can I help you with that, father?" she asked in a husky whisper, reaching out towards his lap.

Pastor Thomas shot to his feet and almost leapt away, startling Lisa who shrunk into herself. "No child, no!" he exclaimed, "That would be sinful... dont you understand?"

Lisa looked up at the pastor, shocked and ashamed. "But... then why are you here?" she asked, her voice wavering as if on the verge of tears.

The pastor's stare intensified once more as he leaned in towards Lisa and hissed conspiratorially, "Why, to save you of course! And not just your soul, no... save you from this den of sin. This hell of a life!"

Spittle began to spray from his lips as he continued in his whispered rant. "Not today, but soon... one of my flock will come for you. Be ready, for the time is nigh." He rose and took a step back, his painful erection as strong as ever. "I must depart before temptation gets the better of me... I will see you again soon."

Without waiting for a response, pastor Thomas stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Lisa in a state of shock. He was wild and perhaps more than a little crazy, but maybe, just maybe he was her ticket out of here...