I force obscene blasphemies from your lips. Filling your body as I will. As no other can. You and I.

We.

Ahhhhh...

I feel them. Brittle leather straps firmly wrapped about our wrists.

Irrelevant. Your limbs contort, twisting, battered by waves of wicked pleasure.

Forgo faith. Banish reason. Abandon Hope.

Very Good...

Now

You belong to me

Suffer

Gasp

BEG

Who knew you'd be such a hungry little slut? Me of course But I'll grant mercy.

TAKE THE PRIEST!

Lust carves his virtue like a rotting pumpkin. Invited to sin... vestments fall. Unknowingly, he tastes his last rites.

Amen.