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  It was one such task that found Mary occupying her afternoon with the father's company. She'd offered her assistance in preparing the communion wafers and wine for an upcoming mass. As Ben manipulated the tray and goblet into their respective positions, Mary walked into a nearby pew and lowered herself onto the kneeling rail. Clasping her hands together, she slowly started to bow her head.

  "What are you doing?" asked Father Benjamin.

  "I figured I should get some extra prayer in, all things considering," she said slyly.

  Mary's eyes were now closed in quiet reflection, so she didn't notice when Father Ben approached her. Standing in front of her on the other side of the pew, Ben began to undo the zipper of his black slacks. He took his cock into his hands and released it from his pants, causing his throbbing staff to swing to attention as soon as it got the chance. He slowly moved his erect shaft towards Mary's unsuspecting mouth.

  As soon as Ben pressed into her hole, Mary's eyes popped open, struggling to accommodate his massive member in her tight, hot mouth. Her surprise quickly turned to satisfaction as he grabbed onto the back of her head and face-fucked her. She was now on her knees for an entirely different reason -- she couldn't resist the temptation of his snake.

  Ben's dribbling, sticky pre-cum was coating Mary's teeth as he rammed his shaft farther and farther down her throat. Meanwhile, Mary's other hole was growing envious of the action.

  Mary stopped sucking the priest's cock for a second and grabbed her rosary. She wrapped it around his balls two times and began to tug at them using the slack.

  "Oooh," exclaimed Ben, realizing that Mary was punishing him. This combo of pain and pleasure only served to get him even harder.

  Mary resumed sucking Ben's cock, tugging on his balls in unison as she bobbed on him with her face. Ben placed his hands on top of the bench to steady himself and arched his back in ecstasy.

  What a good little whore, thought the father as he tried not to pass out in pleasure.

  Ben removed his soaked cock from Mary's mouth and walked into the pew. He grabbed onto her and turned her around, forcing her onto the bench.

  "You suck dick too well," said the priest as he removed a Bible from its wooden holder.

  "I'm afraid I'll have to punish you for that."

  Mary let out a gasp as Father Benjamin threw her nun's robe over her back and yanked down her panties. She was positioned more like a Muslim now with her top half touching the bench and ass in the air.

  Ben swung the Bible back with great force before connecting it to Mary's ass. Over and over he spanked her, infatuated by the satisfying slapping sound each hit produced.

  "Does the Good Book feel good??" asked the sadistic priest.

  "Yes, Father, it feels great," replied Mary.

  It stung in a way that electrified her whole body.

  "Wrong answer," responded Ben, who reached down to grab Mary's rosary off the floor. It was time to make her most unholiest of holes pay the price.

  In one swift motion, Father Ben jammed the beads of Mary's rosary into her ass. Mary screamed out in pleasure as she felt these strange little nubs fill up her asshole. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that something entering her exit could feel so incredible.

  Realizing she was enjoying the ass play just a little too much, Ben pulled the string of beads out of Mary's rear, causing her to quiver as each one left. He then laced the rosary around her neck and pulled on it with moderate force from behind. Mary choked just a little as the necklace dug into her, but she found herself liking it. Being the priest's submissive sex slave was getting her ridiculously hot.

  "It's time for you to have something in your mouth," said Mary. She jumped up and ran to get a handful of communion wafers, along with the goblet of wine.

  When she got back to the pew, she inserted one of the wafers into her mouth and began to kiss Ben passionately. Back and forth they exchanged the body of Christ via their hot tongue action. They kept passing it until it dissolved into nothingness and it was only their lustful selves they had to contend with.

  Mary pulled herself away from their impassioned liplock and began to feed her priest as many of the wafers as his mouth could fit. When he was close to choking she stopped filling his mouth with the pieces of bread and said, "I'm not the only one who needs redemption, Father."

  Ben smiled as he half swallowed, half spit the load in his mouth. Mary pulled her robe over her head and hurriedly tossed it aside. Ben hungrily scanned Mary with his eyes as she took the goblet of wine and slowly poured it down her naked body.

  Ben got on his knees and began to lick the intoxicating wetness from Mary's body. He left no trail of wine untouched as he traced his slightly rough tongue over Mary's smooth skin. The mix of her taste and the wine's was unbelievable, especially on and around her pussy.

  Ben was getting so worked up licking Mary all over that he had to have her NOW. He moved her body against the pew and began fucking her from behind, desperate to fill her pussy with his seed once again.

  Mary fucked him back just as much, relishing each long, furious stroke in and out of her hole. She was aware once again that she was at risk for a not-so-immaculate conception, and she didn't even care.

  Just then the priest's watched beeped, notifying him of the half hour.

  "Christ!" he exclaimed.

  "Evening mass is set to begin in five minutes!!"

  He quickly pulled Mary behind the church's huge organ. He ran back into the pews to gather her clothes along with the goods needed for the Eucharist. He had just finished placing the items needed for communion back on the center table when the convent's nuns started to file into the church. Fortunately, Ben wasn't on the schedule to perform the service that evening.

  "That was close," said Mary when Ben returned to the privacy of their hideout.

  "So was I," replied Ben.

  Unable to control his sinful desires, he turned his nun around and pressed her against the pipes of the organ. This time, however, he decided to sodomize her. He reached behind him to dip his hand in some holy water, then used it to wet his cock.

  In one swift motion he entered her asshole, forcing Mary to take his entire cock all at once. It hurt her for just a moment or two before transitioning into the most incredible sensation. Mary grabbed onto her tits and massaged herself as Ben thrusted. The organ began to play in song as Ben hugged and humped her.

  "Harder!" Mary pleaded, yelling over the booming chords.

  She was trying to decide if she liked getting her ass or pussy fucked better…

  Ben happily obliged, shoving his stick up her ass with all his strength. It wasn't long before he was filling her tight hole with his juicy eruption.

  Mary made him cum so hard and so much that her ass crack simply couldn't hold it all. Gobs of Ben's creampie began to dribble down Mary's cheeks.

  "You're not supposed to spill your seed!" she scolded playfully.

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  Mary's previously predictable life had been forever altered since starting her relationship with Father Benjamin. It was now infused with passion and excitement, and not an hour went by where she wasn't craving her priest in some context. She was now seeing phallic symbols everywhere, be it a carrot she was peeling at lunch to the one she stitched into her needlepoint by accident.

  When she couldn't be with Father Ben directly, Mary was thinking of him as she pleasured herself with the cross in her cell. When a few of the other nuns overheard the lusty cries coming from her room, Mary brushed it off as her calling out to God.

  One afternoon, Mary was scrubbing the priest's cum out of her skirt in the communal sink when she heard someone approach her from behind. Paranoid that it was one of her fellow sisters, she quickly flipped the stained garment onto its other side and turned around. Luckily it was Father Benjamin standing there and not someone else. He walked up to where Mary stood and kissed her tenderly along her neck.

  "Can you spare a minute? I have something to show you
," said the father in his usual sexy tone.

  Ben led Mary by the shoulders from the utility room into the main church. She noticed there was something different about the room right away. Before them stood a giant cross, intended as a piece of decor for the background of each service.

  "This just came in today," explained Ben.

  "I figured we should be the first to test it out."

  Mary didn't understand what he meant; that is, until she saw the rope lying on the ground. She stripped off the confines of her clothes, excited to be confined in an entirely new way. The glossed metal of the statue felt cool against her bare ass as she pressed her back into the center of the cross.

  Ben took the rope in one hand and, using his other, pinned Mary's arm against the right T of the cross. He looped the rope around her wrist and the cross tightly, then went over to tie her other arm. The skin under Mary's wrists stung slightly as Ben bent down to bind her ankles, too.

  She wasn't getting down from there until he said so.

  As Mary hung there unable to move, she was finding it incredibly thrilling to be devoid of control. She was offering her body as a sexual sacrifice to Ben, pussy dripping in anticipation of what he might do to her.

  Starting at her feet and working his way upwards, Ben ran his teeth along Mary's body, stopping to suck and nibble on the areas he found particularly succulent. Mary squirmed on the cross the little she could, delighting in the priest's lusty exploration. He was especially attentive to her cunt, licking and sucking on it until it was a sloppy mess.

  "Hail Mary," he said in admiration after he'd released himself from her delicious pussy.

  Ben then took off his belt and began to whip her with it, lashing her on each of her limbs as if she were Christ. He wasn't hitting her as hard as Jesus had been hit, of course -- just enough so she could feel she was atoning for her sins. Mary let out a shriek of pleasure each time he cracked the belt against her skin.

  Mary was getting so worked up from Ben punishing her, she could hardly stand the fact that her pussy was still vacant. Juice from her slit began to flow down her thighs, sending Ben a slippery invitation he couldn't refuse. He pulled out his cock and slammed it into her hole, causing Mary to moan in pleasure.

  As he stood there plowing her into the pole, Mary could do nothing but hang there and take it. She loved getting fucked and not being able to fuck back; it sent her pleasure on an unpredictable roller coaster, as he was the one who decided how hard and how fast to nail her on the cross.

  Pretty soon Ben was fucking her harder than he ever had before, so hard that Mary's head was starting to ram into the back of the cross. She was just starting to ride the waves in glorious orgasm when she bumped her head hard and blacked out. A bit of blood from the back of her head dripped onto her feet, landing in the places one would expect had there been nails through her feet.

  Mary felt herself entering a tunnel as she slowly drifted out of consciousness and into a dream world.

  "What's happening? Where am I??" she called out, voice echoing through the darkness.

  Mary saw a bright light up ahead and instinctively moved toward it, anxious to get away from the void she was in. Mary entered the luminous light and instantly found herself in an entirely different world. She noticed she was wearing her nun attire again and that there were clouds beneath her feet.

  What is this place? she wondered as she began to walk around and explore, oblivious to the fact that none of it was real.

  Within seconds she'd encountered a huge, golden gate encrusted with pearls. A man was standing outside of it behind a podium, reviewing the pages of a thick book. As Mary got closer, she recognized the man as Saint Peter.

  "Welcome, Mary," said the guardian, giving her a warm smile.

  "Oh my Lord," breathed a dumbfounded Mary.

  "Did something bad happen to me as I was getting crucifuck-- ... er, fixed?" she asked worriedly.

  "Yes, Child," replied Saint Peter.

  A sense of dread washed over Mary, realizing she was about to be judged.

  Would God be able to overlook her naughty acts with the priest? Had she said enough "hail Marys" on Earth to be forgiven?

  "I'm not sure I can allow you to enter," stated the saint.

  Mary hung her head in shame, trying to prepare herself mentally for the hell she was sure she deserved.

  Just then, Peter stepped away from the podium and used his hands to reveal a slit in his white robe. Mary's mouth opened in shock when she saw his engorged shaft slide out of hiding.

  "Unless..."

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  SOLD: Into the Dungeon

  DESCRIPTION: Jacqueline, Stacey and Amber are three friends who've been traveling together for years. Their latest trip ends up being their last after the girls wind up in a BDSM dungeon and find themselves having to "please" a variety of clients.

  Made to endure a series of BDSM punishments, their situation ends up being a good thing for Jackie, who secretly gets off on every twisted act. When they finally get a chance to escape, Jackie isn't so sure she wants to leave...

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  "Hurry up, Jax, we're going to be late!" yelled my friend, Stacey, as she headed out our hotel room door.

  "Okay, okay -- don't get your panties in a bunch," I said as I struggled to put on my other high heel.

  "Stacey's not wearing any panties," said my other friend, Amber, with a grin.

  "Um... TMI," I replied with a laugh as I followed my travel companions out the door and down the steps.

  The sun was shining brightly in Fiji today. As I followed the girls down the path to the bus stop, I couldn't help but get caught up in the magic of it all as I watched the palm trees sway.

  When we arrived where we needed to be to meet our transportation, we sat down on a nearby bench and waited. I turned to Stacey hesitantly.

  "Where did you say you found this tour?" I asked.

  "On the Internet," responded Stacey.

  "They had a website."

  "A really shady looking website," chimed in Amber.

  "With no reviews."

  "So?" shot Stacey.

  "Other countries don't have the same standards for web design, Amber. Stop being so judgey-judgey."

  Amber took a sip from her water bottle and rolled her eyes.

  "Hey, I think our ride's here!" I announced, noticing a van coming our way.

  "Umm..." mumbled Amber nervously when she saw what it looked like.

  It was the most broken-down, unofficial-looking vehicle any of us had ever seen. All but one of the windows in the back of the van were blacked out.

  "Are you sure about this?" I asked Stacey as I scanned the van's exterior for something -- anything -- that would soothe my apprehension.

  "It'll be fine," Stacey assured me as she began to gather her things.

  "But it doesn't have any windows!" I protested.

  "That's the kind of van drug dealers and child molesters use."

  "Oh come on, Jackie! Quit being ridiculous. Out of all the trips we've taken together, when has anything ever gone wrong?" replied Stacey.

  I supposed she was right.

  Just then, a big hairy guy with a greasy black ponytail emerged from the passenger side of the van.

  "You ladies go?" he said in broken English.

  He looked into each of our nervous faces, and then, as if sensing our reluctance, grabbed something from the van that was wedged in the dashboard. It was a piece of cardboard that had the words "ABC Tours" scrawled on it when he flipped it around.

  "Yes, yes," said Stacey to the man as she got up off the bench and motioned us forward.

  He slid the door open to the main part of the van, then waited for us to climb inside. There were no seats to speak of, and it stank.

  As we settled onto the floor, I turned to Stacey and said, "Tell me again why you didn't book with an established tour group?"

  "Because I wanted a private tour," she answered.
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br />   "Don't worry -- this will be much better," she promised.

  SLAM!

  Amber screamed and both Stacey and I jumped as the man shut the van's door with force. I heard the sound of a key turn as we got locked in, which worried me a bit.

  The man who had let us in climbed into the passenger seat, the entire van rocking from his weight as he got situated. He turned to the driver, who was wearing a strange black mask, and gave him instructions in a language we didn't understand.