Take the schoolgirl offer

But the Monsignor was waiting for an answer, so I nodded, swallowing the dryness in my throat. "Vanessa Morales," I said firmly. "I'd like to start with her."

The Monsignor nodded. "Very well," he said. "Vanessa is quite spirited. I'm sure she will be... enlightening. Record my proclamation, Sister."

Nodding, the nun pulled out a smartphone and after a moment she had the voice memo function running and the Monsignor spoke in a firm voice that brooked no compromise.

"Vanessa Morales, the Lord is calling you to service once more. I bind you to this man until first light tomorrow morning. You are to obey him as you would me, and to satisfy his desires. You are the vessel by which he will be bound to the church; this is your sacred duty."

A simple gesture and Sister Angela stopped recording. The Monsignor turned to me. "I will receive you at 7 tomorrow morning. Do not be late."

With that, my audience was over, and Sister Angela led me out into the maze of hallways. The school was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant echoes of our footsteps on the hardwood floor. We arrived at a dormitory wing, and she opened a door.

Inside, I found Vanessa Morales, dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform that was both innocent and alluring. Her skirt was short, revealing a pair of shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. The crisp white crop top tented out, giving a delightful tease of her youthful bosom. She looked up at me with wide eyes filled with confusion, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"What... what's happening?" she stammered, clutching the edges of her skirt.

Sister Angela stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. "Vanessa, this is your new duty. You have been claimed by the Monsignor, and now he is entrusting you to Brother Rickie for the night. You must serve him as you serve our lord."

Vanessa's eyes widened with horror, and she took a step back. "No," she whispered, "not again." The disgust was palpable in her voice, a stark contrast to the obedience I had seen in Angela.

Sister Angela remained unfazed, her demeanor as calm as ever. "You must," she insisted, pulling out her smartphone and playing the recording. The Monsignor's voice filled the small room, and Vanessa's face grew paler with each word. "You are the vessel by which he will be bound to the church; this is your sacred duty."

But the Monsignor's word was her law. She knew her role, and she couldn't disobey even if she wanted to. With a resigned sigh, she dropped to her knees, her eyes cast downward. "I am at your service, Brother Rickie," she murmured, her voice a **** blend of submission and sweetness that didn't quite mask the bitterness beneath.