Christine's body betrays her

Perhaps if Christine had more experience with men, really any kind of sexual experience at all, she might have been able to control her body's response, but nothing in her sheltered history had prepared her for how good it felt to have a man touch her like this. Bishop Anthryl knew better than most men how to elicit this kind of pleasure from young women's bodies. The lecherous cleric was, beyond any shadow of doubt, a despicable pig, but over the years he must had taken over three dozen young women just like this. A good number of those lovely maidens as chaste and pure as Christine and Anthryl knew exactly the right combination of guilt, and pleasure to make them melt.

"Please, your Eminence, you have to stop." Christine's words came out in a breathy gasp as she was getting closer and closer to cumming all over his fingers. The waves of pleasure washed over her body making her ears and toes tingle, but the worst part was the way her nipples throbbed in time with the rhythmic rubbing of fat fingers in her sex.

"I told you; you are nothing but a whore." Christine could hear the triumph in Bishop Anthryl's tone, and she tightened her thighs around the man's small penis hoping the extra pressure would be enough to end this. Nothing could be more embarrassing than to climax while she was sitting naked on this corrupt churchman's lap but the more she wiggled and twisted, the better it felt.

"Oh please ... oh Sweet Mary ... oh Holy Mother ..." By now she was grinding her pelvis against Bishop Anthryl's groin humping his fingers with an urgency that she could no longer deny.

"Don't you pray to the Virgin mother of God you nasty harlot." The hand that had been gently cupping her breast tightened sharply making her flesh bulge out between his fat fingers. It hurt ... the pain only added to her confusion. "Admit it, you temptress! Confess your carnal sins before the Lord."

"No, my soul and body are pure!" Even to her own ears the plaintive words sounded more like wishful thinking than a statement of fact.

"Liar!" Once again, the bishop's hand twisted her sensitive flesh, and she cried out as her legs tightened around the man's hard erection. "Open your heart to the Lord and expel Satan from your sinful womb." By this point Christine was at the breaking point; she hated herself and what she was feeling, but the longer she tried to deny the surging pleasure the worse she needed it. She didn't want to. She hated letting this degusting pervert treat her like this but ... Oh Dear Lord!

"Please ... oh please .... PLEASE ... AAaiggh!!!!"

Christine's whole body jerked in Bishop Anthryl's arms, acutely conscious of the juices squirting all over the man's hand. The bishop wasn't content with his victory; apparently, he wanted nothing less than her complete surrender.

"Say 'I'm a worthless sinning whore'." His fingers continued their **** and Christine whimpered as she felt her insides stretched. "Admit it you nasty slut!"

"Yes!" After all that Christine had gone through, her resistance was shattered. "I'm a sinner, a whore! I'm a wicked Jezabel who let Satan crawl into my womb." The words came out in broken sobs as the last of her pride slipped away.