The Mary Effect

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The Mary Effect

Norm DePloom

ary squirmed as she sat on the end of the pew in the 'girls' section of the chapel. She craned her neck to scan the staff section of the small dimly lit building. Nice crop she thought as she looked over the professors, teachers and assistants, all of which were Jesuits. The Chaplain stood at the lectern going on and on about what would be expected of the students at this particular university. Shit, she thought, I don't know if I'm going to be able to take this every morning and evening. She briefly scanned the 'boys' side of the chapel but, being approximately her age none of them were old enough to hold her interest. Her activities during her rebellious grade school, Jr. High and High school years had conditioned Mary like Pavlov had conditioned his dogs. She was not conditioned to salivate at the ringing of a bell, but to secret vaginal lubricant whenever she was near a man old enough to be her father, or grandfather. The boy sitting across the isle from her suddenly sat up straight, Mary could almost see him sniffing the air, then turning toward her with a look of pure lust on his still almost child-like face. Damn, Mary thought, here we go again. Mary had noticed that every time she got sexually stimulated the males seemed to flock to her from miles around.

You could almost see a wave of 'Mary consciousness' ripple through the males in the chapel. Even the chaplain paused in his droning to look in her direction. Mary smiled, she was used to this strange unexplained phenomena. She had no idea what caused men to react this way to her sexual excitement but she'd seen it enough to know that it was not just her imagination. The other girls sat looking at the chaplain, or down at their hands folded in their laps totally oblivious to the to the wave of lustful thoughts being directed at Mary. Finally it was time to leave the chapel and head for their first classes. On the way out of the building Mary looked up at the cold marble statue and said her favorite 'Catholic School' girl's prayer. "Blessed Mary who managed to conceive without sinning help me to sin without conceiving." Not wanting to place her hope entirely on the statue, Mary had gotten a contraceptive implant just before leaving home.

Mary's parents had offered to pay for her college education only if she agreed to go to this university. It was a special school, run by the Jesuits, and dedicated to restoring good moral values to the 'hard cases' that no one else had been able to handle. Mary smiled at the thought, she always had liked a good challenge. She had come to the campus with only one goal, to bed every member of the faculty before the first semester was over.

Mary had 'lost' her virginity at the age of twelve just moments after her best friend's daddy had shown her what cocks were for. From that first cock push into her willing cunt Mary had dedicated herself to the pleasures of older men and hard cocks. And attract men she did, even at that young age she was a walking talking cock magnet. As soon as her own sex juice began to flow Mary would notice the bulges begin to appear in the trousers of every man in the same room with her. Mary quickly developed the art of 'accidentally' brushing against these bulges. She learned all the ways to sit, that would allow the men to almost see the crotch of her white cotton panties. She loved to get down on the floor to tie her shoelace, and in the process give her victim a good long look at her already dampening panties.

Each of the many therapists that her parents had carted her off to had insisted that she was the victim of 'child sexual abuse'. This she firmly refused to believe. 'It just felt too damn good to be abuse.' She'd reply. Besides, it could hardly be called abuse when she went running over to her best friend's house every day after school and crawled under her best friend's daddy's desk to pull his cock out of his trousers and practice the, as he called it, 'all important art of cock sucking'. Mary glanced down at her schedule. Chemistry, her first class was in 'Sprig Hall of Science' located clear on the other side of the campus. Mary quickened her steps on the concrete sidewalk. She glanced at her watch. Damn she swore under her breath. She had hoped to have a few minutes to 'take care of herself' in the women's restroom before she had to be in class. Oh well, she thought, I'll just have to subject the class to my 'horny power' as she thought of it. Mary entered the chemistry class and took a seat in the front row, she wanted to make sure the priest teaching the class got the full effect of her power. The priest stood up from his desk and stood at the podium right in front of Mary. Looking at his paper the priest began to take role. Mary noticed the priest glancing quickly up at her in between calling the names from the piece of paper. Mary licked her lips and stared boldly back at the priest whenever he looked her way.

"Mary DeCa..DeCaci.." the priest stumbled over Mary's last name. "Dee-Catch-ee-a" Mary sounded out her last name then spelled it for the priest in a bored sing song voice. "Capital d, e, capital c, a, c, c, i, a, DeCaccia." "Mary DeCaccia" the priest repeated.

"Fiesty" Mary said without taking her eyes from the priest.

"What?" He asked beginning to fidget uncharacteristically.

"Fiesty," Mary replied then wet her lips and smiled mischievously at the priest. "From now on I want to be known as Fiesty. It fits my personality better than Mary." She grinned at the flustered priest.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to be confused with that statue in the chapel." Father Giffith had been a priest for many years and had taught many flirty young sluts, but never had he been so powerfully affected by a woman.

"Well, ah........." Father Griffith fidgeted with his papers. "In this class you will be called Miss DeCaccia, just like every body else." "But," Mary asked with exaggerated innocence, "if you call everybody Miss DeCaccia how will we know who your talking to?" Mary gazed up at Father Griffith with a practiced smile that looked totally innocence but still managed to radiate lust and sexuality. Father Griffith blushed a deep red, more from his own unwanted thoughts of naked young ladies than from the teasing he was receiving from this new pupil. "Every one in this room will be addressed as either Mr. or Miss and their last name." Father Griffith clarified as she moved his hips trying to ease the pressure on his rebellious hard cock.

"Yes Miss Griffith." Mary said softly, a wave of giggling moved through the students. Father Griffith frowned at the young lady in front of him. She smiled back with total innocence radiating from every pore of her body. It was an innocence that fanned the fires of male sexuality. An innocence that seemed to go out on its own and invite males to use and abuse the source of the innocence. It was an innocence that seemed to penetrate the bodies of the males around her, harden their cocks and drive all thoughts not related to fucking Mary from their minds. Father Griffith pondered momentarily what his next action should be. To send her from the room, or to direct her to one of the discipline specialists available would be to admit that he, a mature grown man, could not control this young girl. Such action within the first five minutes of the first class of the year would be devastating to his authority with the students. As he looked down at her smiling face Father Griffith suddenly had an image of her laying on the alter, naked, with her legs spread and her arms reaching out to him.

His cock throbbed and Father Griffith was afraid he was going to cum in his pants without even touching himself. Father Griffith broke the link between his eyes and Mary's and looked around the room feeling temporarily confused. "Ah...lets finish the role." He finally said picking up his paper from the podium. Mary's innocent smile turned into one of victory. Mar, I mean Fiesty one priests zero, she thought.

When the class ended the male students surrounded Mary. The offered to carry her books, or just talked to her, any thing just to be within range of her strange power. Mary noticed several dark looks from the other girls in the class. From behind the podium Father Griffith could not take his eyes from Mary. He watched her intently as she worked her way through the crowd of young men vying for her favor while they tried to hide the bulges in there trousers with books and binders. When she reached the door she turned to look directly at him with a knowing smile. It felt like a bolt of lightening ran through his body right to his crotch. Somehow he was sure she knew he had an erection.

"Oh, God help me." Father Griffith whispered as the last student left the room. He crossed himself then slumped onto the podium. "I am lost." He said softly. Father Griffith lifted his head and looked out over the empty classroom. Suddenly it seemed to him that he was staring into a deep abyss. He could see his life accelerating down a spiral of sin and depravity ending in his total destruction. Mary had reached into his psyche and laid claim to his soul. He knew more certainly than he knew anything else that Mary would be his ecstasy and his ruin. He reached down and stroked his achingly hard cock through his trousers. One stroke and he moaned as his cock jerked and deposited its load into his jockey shorts.

Mary ignored the heard of young males and pushed her way through the door, she desperately needed to get to the women's rest room before she had to be at her next clsss. After locking herself into one of the booths Mary pulled her panties off, then after she mumbled 'to hell with the rules' stuck them into her purse and sat on the toilet.

Father Griffith came close to being her ideal man, more than twice her age and beginning to get a little gray around the temples. Teasing a man like Father Griffith always put Mary's cunt in over drive, her panties were almost dripping with her vaginal discharges. Leaning back on the toilet Mary rubbed her clit with surprising force while she pulled an empty bottle from her purse and began to work it quickly in and out of her pussy.

With a single 'oh god yessssssssss' Mary's body tensed and jerked rhythmically a few times before it finally collapsed in a relaxed heap leaning against the cool metal wall of the stall. Mary rested for a few moments then looked at her schedule as she straightened her blouse and skirt. Oh shit she said as she rushed form the bathroom.

Mary's next class was 'Computer Science' and it was clear across the campus. Mary interred the room and took a seat near the front just as Father Thompson began to take role. It only took Mary a couple of minutes to determine that, for whatever reason, Father Thompson seemed to be totally immune to her powers. This only seemed to happen once in a while and left Mary totally at a loss. Without her 'power' she had no idea how to relate to any male.

Other than once again going through her name pronunciation routine and announcing her desire to be known as Fiesty. Mary laid low in the class and made every attempt not to attract attention. She looked at her schedule as Father Thompson went through every teacher's first day speech about the importance and difficulty of his particular field.

"I'll be damned" Mary whispered as she looked at her schedule. It seemed that every class was on the opposite side of the campus from the one before it. She turned and picked up the schedule of the boy sitting behind her. "Fucking shits" she whispered a little too loud.

"Excuse me Miss, ah" Father Thompson consulted his seating diagram, "DeCaccia, you were saying something?" Father Thompson stood and looked at her expectantly obviously willing to let the whole class wait until she explained herself. Mary could feel herself blushing as all the other students turned to look at her. Isn't this interesting, she thought, I can strip bare assed naked in a room full of men and suck their cocks with no embarrassment and here I am blushing just because a bunch of punks are looking at me. She looked around the room defiantly until she had backed most of the other students down and forced them to look away. "We are waiting to hear your comments." Father Thompson spoke again. Mary looked into his eyes. There was no response. He must be gay, she thought. "I, ah, I'm sorry I disrupted your class Father Thompson." Mary said with a convincing display of contrite humility. Father Thompson looked at her skeptically for a moment then returned to his lecture. Mary looked again at hers and the boy's schedules. She gave his back to him then grabbed one from the girl setting next to her. Shit, she thought, this has to be intentional. Every one of them had their classes on alternating sides of the campus. It appeared that the class schedules were designed for maximum travel distance between classes.

Mary had a break after Computer Science so she decided to test her power on her academic advisor Father John. At their first meeting her academic advisor, in an effort to be her 'friend' had asked her to use his first name. On her way to the administration building Mary stepped into one of the women's restrooms and again shut herself in a stall. Instead of sitting on the toilet Mary propped one of her feet up on it then reached under her skirt and rubbed her already wet cunt with a dreamy smile on her face. Mary stopped before she came again. For this she needed her power at full force. Her cunt was wet and had oozed onto her thighs. Mary pulled her wet fingers from between her legs and rubbed the glistening lubricant behind her ears, on her neck and between her breasts like it was perfume. When she entered the administration building she saw Father John locking up his office and heading for the door. She stepped in front of him and looked up at him with adoring eyes. He came to a halt and looked down at her. "Can I talk to you?" she asked softly leaning closer to him. "Well," he said glancing at his watch, "I don't think I have time." Father John took a deep breath then looked at Mary with growing confusion. Mary for her part dawned her best 'oh please' pout.

"Well," Father John almost visibly melted under Mary's mysterious power. "OK, I have a few minutes, come into my office." Father John led Mary back across the lobby to his office door. After unlocking the door he held it open for Mary. Mary stepped past Father John being sure to drag her breasts against his chest and letting him inhale another lung full of her essence. Mary smiled as she sat in the visitor's chair facing the desk, she had felt a telltale lump under his robes. Father John walked back over to his side of the desk and sat down. After looking at Mary's supple body for a moment he shook his head as if he was trying to wake himself from a dream then spoke. "What can I do for you, Mary?" He asked.

"First off, I'd prefer to be called Fiesty." Mary stared back at him.

"Fiesty?" Father John asked with a bit of confusion.

"Yes, Fiesty. I think it reflects my personality better than Mary." Father John smiled at her with obvious amusement.

"Yes, I'm sure it does." He said, "But around here, except for personal interviews like this we use Mr. or Miss and the persons last name."

"Then just call me Fiesty when we are," Mary paused and put on her best 'innocent slut' look, "alone." Father John swallowed several times then chuckled.

"OK, Fiesty, we believe in encouraging creativity here." Father John returned her look with more frank unhidden lust than the other priests had.

"Now, Fiesty," Mary got a thrill hearing Father John call her that, "what can I do for you?" Mary was sorely tempted to say 'well I could use a good fuck' but she resisted the urge. Leaning forward Mary put her class schedule on Father John's desk.

"It's this class schedule," Mary stood up and leaned over the desk so she could point to the classes as she talked. Also so she could let her blouse hang down and give Father John a good look at her breasts. "You've got me running back and forth from one side of the campus to the other for every class."

"Well, that is the school policy," Father John leaned forward himself bringing their faces close to each other, "it's felt that this keeps the students active and lets them get some exercise." Father John looked up from the class schedule directly into Mary's eyes. Mary found herself being almost lost in Father John's intense eyes. After a moment Mary backed off momentarily, she had the strange feeling that the balance of power was shifting in Father John's favor.

"Well, I don't like it." She responded weakly trying to think of a way to regain the initiative.

"Not liking it is not a good enough reason to change it." Father John declared with another chuckle.

"Now," Father John leaned even closer to her, and after making a point of looking at her breasts stared directly into her eyes, "do you have any thing better to offer me?"

"Well..." Mary started to reply nervously. She was used to being in control, being the aggressor. Even in those cases where she was the 'covert' aggressor, she still felt totally in control of the man and the situation. Now she felt like her power and control were flowing unstoppably to Father John.

"Why don't you lift your skirt and let me see what you have to barter with." Father John suggested with a wicked grin. Mary, already overwhelmingly horny from her morning's activities stood up and after spreading her legs, lifted her skirt up to waist level. Father John pushed his chair away from the desk then stood up to get a better look at Mary's smooth, clean shaved cunt.

"Ok, bring that slutty little cunt around here, if it feels as good as it looks I might think about rewriting your class schedule." Mary, still holding the front of her dress up, walked around the end of the desk. She was feeling uncharacteristically shy and could feel her face burning with the first blush she'd experienced in several years. What is it, she thought, about this man that turns me into a blushing wimp? All of her usual confidence had deserted her. Approaching the imposing figure Mary stood in front of Father John. She stared at the floor instead of confidently into his eyes as she usually would. Father John took her by the upper arms and positioned her with her ass against the edge of his desk, then pushed her backward until her back was laying on the desk and her legs were hanging over the near edge. Her head hung over the far edge, except when she would hold it up to observe the actions of Father John.

Father John grabbed Mary's blouse and ripped it open, buttons flew across the room. Mary could hear them hitting the walls, and falling onto the floor. The fierceness of the act sent an unexpected thrill through Mary's body, tightening her nipples and causing more lubrication to ooze from her already wet cunt. Slipping his fingers under the top edge of her bra cups, Father John pulled up and apart until the metal hook holding the bra closed between her breasts bent and finally gave way.

"Oh God yes." Mary whispered as the cool office air hit her exposed breasts and hardened her nipples almost to the point of discomfort. Reaching around to Mary's side, Father John grasped the waistband of her skirt and pulled until the metal hook bent and the zipper pulled apart. Father John heard Mary's deep throaty groan as he continued to pull. The seam down the side of the skirt slowly began to give. The sound of the ripping thread sounded like machine gun blasts to Mary.

"Oh God, Please fuck me." Mary begged as she lay naked amongst the remnants of her, now ruined, school uniform. The forceful and, almost, viscous quality of Father John's actions, combined with the feel and sound of the clothes being ripped from her body had heightened Mary's sexual excitement to the point of frenzy. She was already moving her hips in quick jerky fuck motions waiting eagerly for Father John to get down to business.

"Well, dear, God isn't here to fuck you so you'll just have to be satisfied with one of his humble servants." As he spoke Father John removed his robe revealing his already hard cock. Holding his cock at its base Father John rubbed its head up and down the wet cunt lips in front of him. Mary brought her legs up and held them with a hand behind each knee as she spread her legs and lifted her head to watch the big purplish cock head, now glistening with her cunt juice, moving up and down her pussy.

"Oh please fuck me, I can't wait any longer." Father John smiled at the unabashed begging tone in Mary's voice. Taking a hold of each of her legs Father John pushed them back and apart until Mary winced from the pain. Then he positioned his lubricated cock head against the small brown opening to Mary's ass.

"Oh please, no" Mary begged when she realized where Father John was about to fuck her. "I've never been fucked that way, it'll hurt too much." Father John smiled at her with such evil intent that Mary felt a bolt of fear streak through her body like lightening.

"Then it's about time you did get fucked this way." Father John said as he began to push his cock head against her tight resisting sphincter. "And there is no such thing as 'hurting too much' when a slutty little whore like you is involved." With this last statement Father John threw his entire weight behind his invading cock. As his cock began to slip inside her virgin ass Father John slapped her hard across the face.

"Silence bitch." He ordered with the slap. Mary stifled the scream she felt building. It felt like a red-hot rod was being forced inside her. Mary's face screwed up in pain as tears leaked from her eyes and rolled down her temples. She moaned 'oh god help me' then let her head fall backward over the edge of the desk as his cock hit bottom. Once his cock was buried deeply inside the now crying girl on his desk Father John relaxed and held his cock in place while he pinched her nipples and stroked her large clit with the tip of his finger. Slowly the burning feeling began to subside and Mary became aware of the erotic signals emanating from her nipples and clit. As the sexual excitement began to build once more the stretched 'full' feeling in her ass slowly became erotic and added to the fires of her lust.

She had never had a man treat her this rough before. It scared her, and excited her at the same time. Mary lifted her head and watched with fascination as Father John's large hard cock began to work its way out then back into her over stretched ass. She looked up at Father John's face and saw an expression of pure bliss. Picking up the pace Father John fucked his cock in and out of her ass with increasing speed and forcefulness.

Mary leaned her head back over the edge of the table once more and worked her hips up and down in time with the cock fucking in and out of her ass. She was amazed at how hot she was getting. Father John continued to pinch and stroke her large clit while he fucked her ass. He was rewarded with deep growling pre-cum moans from Mary's throat.

"God I love fucking little sluts with virgin asses." He said as her bent over her and sped up his fucking.

"Oh yes," Mary groaned now thoroughly enjoying her first ass fuck, "fuck my ass hard."

Father John rested his open hands on each side of her body as he leaned on the desk and fucked his cock into her with manic intensity. Mary wrapped her arms around Father John's neck to keep from being pushed off the desk by the force of his fucking.

The pleasure exploded inside Mary's head sending her into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. As her orgasm began to die down Father John's body tightened. Mary could see every muscle standing out in tight knots. His hips jerked spasmodically and Mary could feel his cock twitching inside her ass as her filled her with his cum.

"Oh God damn." Father John bellowed as his cock disappeared from her ass and he collapsed into the desk chair behind him. Mary lay wet, panting and speechless on Father John's desk. Father John sat wet, panting and speechless on his desk chair. Mary's feet slipped from the desk and her legs hung limply over the edge. They both remained silent for several minutes, listening to each other's heavy breathing.

"Come here, bitch." Father John growled at the girl still lying on his desk. Mary struggled up onto her elbows, then sat up on the edge of the desk. "On your knees." Father John ordered pointing to the floor between his naked thighs. Mary lowered herself to her knees, then shuffled over to the spot he had indicated.

"Lick me clean." Father John sighed as he leaned his head back on the chair and watched with lowered eyelids as Mary slowly approached his soft cock with her outstretched tongue. Mary had often licked and sucked her own cunt juice from men's cocks, and loved the taste of her self, but this time she had to consciously try to not think about where this cock had just been.

Father John's cock was beginning to harden again before she completed her task and was ordered to sit on the desk again. Father John opened a desk drawer and pulled out an id bracelet and a pair of pliers. Using the pliers Father John opened one of the links of the chain and after wrapping it around Mary's left ankle, used the pliers to close the link. This done Father John stood up and after putting his robe back on walked toward the office door.

"You better get some fresh clothes on and get to class now." Father John said as he opened the door, then he turned back to look at her. "Come back at for o'clock this after noon and we will...ah...'discuss' changes to your class schedule." Then he left leaving the door open and Mary sitting naked on his desk. Mary pulled her blouse closed and looked around the desk. After finding a paper clip dispenser Mary, with trembling hands, fastened her blouse with four paper clips. Mary slipped off the desk and stood behind the desk as she tried to pull her ripped skirt around her waist and over-lap it enough to hide her naked body underneath. The trembling spread from her hands up her arms and over her entire body. She sat down in Father John's chair and thought about what had just happened. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She had, she decided, just been raped. No matter how young she had been she had always felt in control of the men she allowed to fuck her, and there were many who wanted to that she did not allow to. Father John had taken control of her and fucked her in a way she didn't want to be fucked, that made it rape. Worse than that he had made her enjoy it.

Mary pulled her left ankle up and rested it on her right knee. She turned the oval metal part of the id bracelet over and read engraved there 'Property of Father John'. He had raped her, and now he was trying to take possession of her. Her growing determination to resist this ownership was tempered by memories of how intense her orgasm had just been.

"One of the best" she said out loud to no one in particular. Mary picked up her purse and put the strap over her shoulder then, holding her skirt closed as best she could, headed across the campus toward the girl's dorm. About half way across the campus Mary suddenly stopped and said

"Shit" under her breath. Why, she asked herself, didn't I put my panties back on? Oh well, she answered herself as she continued her trip across the campus, too late now. After making it to her dorm room without exposing too much of her self to too many different people Mary let her ruined clothes fall to the floor and looked at her self in the full length mirror. Her attention was immediately drawn to the anklet. All the way across the campus each step she took had reminded Mary of this new tag of ownership. She saw her own face blush, something that had not happened in a number of years.

Her mind seemed to be swirling with a myriad of conflicting emotions and thoughts. She remembered the thrill that had run through her body when Father John ordered her to come to him. She felt the fear of loosing control and the thrill of loosing control.

Watching her self in the mirror Mary spread her legs then slowly pushed a finger into her wet cunt. A moment later she added a second finger to her cunt and, using her other hand rubbed her clit with two fingers. Mary loved to watch herself cum, and she was rewarded in just a few minutes with a body tensing orgasm that only seemed to stoke the fire of her lust instead of quenching it. After watching herself cum Mary took a couple of facial tissues and wiped her butt area with them. Looking at the tissue with a surprised expression Mary spoke out loud. "I was sure there would be blood." Reaching back behind her again Mary gently probed her just fucked ass with the first joint of her index finger. There was still enough residual lubrication for her finger to slip effortlessly inside the tight muscle.

Mary pulled her finger from her ass and walked over to her bed. Opening the bedside table drawer, Mary pulled out a good-sized vibrator and lay down on her bed. The buzz sound seemed to echo off the walls as Mary worked the tip up and down the lips of her cunt and around her large erect clit. After working the vibrator in and out of her wet cunt a few times Mary moved the tip of the vibrator to her ass and began to push it against her tight sphincter.

Mary could feel the vibrations through her ass, her cunt and clear up to her clit. She pushed harder and harder until the muscle guarding this entrance into her body relaxed and allowed the vibrating intruder access to her newly discovered erotic zone. Working the vibrator in and out of her ass with her right hand, Mary began to pinch rub and pull on her clit with her left. She treated her clit far rougher than she usually did, but the excitement of fucking her own ass with the vibrator seemed to call for it.

As she fucked the vibrator in and out of her ass Mary kept a tight hold on it, she did not want to go to the student infirmary to have a vibrator removed from her asshole. As her excitement built Mary began to pinch and pull on her clit harder than she ever had before. Then as the first wave of her orgasm crested and spilled over her Mary turned on her side and squeezed her legs together. Still fucking the vibrator in and out and still pulling on her clit, she turned her head and pushed her face against the pillow to muffle her orgasmic screams. When the orgasm subsided Mary let the vibrator slip from her ass and turned it off, then she rolled on her back and lay with her legs spread. Her arms and legs felt heavy and tired. As she began to drift toward sleep a feint smile played across her lips as she realized that it was memories of her 'anal rape' that had drove her orgasm to such energy draining heights.

Mary jerked and sat up. She looked around the room in a confused manner, then relaxed as she recalled the days events and remembered how she came to be naked and laying on her bed in the dorm room. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Mary began to recall vague memories of a dream she had just had. She could only remember disjointed scenes of monks in robes and her self tied to an altar in an old gothic church.

"Shit." Mary said as she looked at her watch and realized she had missed all of her afternoon classes. She was due back at Father John's office at 4:00 to 'discuss' her new class schedule and it was 3:50 already. Ignoring her bras and panties, Mary threw on a blouse and skirt with nothing on underneath and headed out the door. On her way out the door Mary ran into her roommate, Ruth.

"OHHHHH girl, you're in trouble now." Ruth said without preliminaries.

"Thanks for the late breaking news Ruthie," Mary replied with a quick hug to take the sting out of the sarcasm. "Did you get that from CNN?"

"OHHHH girl, word is you missed every class this afternoon." Ruthie started every comment with a 'OHHHH girl'.

"Yes I did, I was doing a project for Father John, my academic advisor." Mary explained, hoping that Father John would do something to keep her from being in as much trouble as Ruthie seemed to think she was in. "And now I've got to run I have to be back at his office at 4:00 or I'll be in even more trouble."

"OHHHHHgirl, you'd better get your ass running." Mary smiled at Ruthie then turned ad began to run towards the Administration building. As she ran Mary's skirt bounced higher and higher until her peek-a-boo playing cunt and ass were attracting the attention of the male students as well as the priests. Mary appeared, breathless and panting, at Father John's office door just as his clock chimed four o'clock. Knowing she desperately needed his help to stay in school, Mary walked over to Father John's chair and knelt at his side with her eyes down. She remembered reading a story about a submissive woman and how she acted with the man who owned her and was determined to act that way to get Father John's help. Mary waited patiently with her eyes down until Father John spoke to her.

"You missed all of your afternoon classes." Father John stated.

"Yes sir." Mary replied. Father John put down the book he was reading and looked at the contrite young girl kneeling at his side.

"Aren't you going to offer and excuse for your dereliction?" He asked.

"No." she answered. I knew this girl was trainable, Father John said to himself with an inward smile.

"Tell me what you did, in detail." Father John watched Mary as she told her story of the afternoons events. "You will have to be punished, but I will make sure you do not get kicked out of any classes." Father John turned his chair until he was facing the kneeling girl. "I need to have you suck my cock." He announced as he lifted his robe exposing his cock.

Mary inhaled as she leaned forward toward the proffered cock then took the tool in her hands. It was obvious that Father John had just finished fucking another woman. His cock was still sticky with her cunt juice and Mary could smell the other woman's scent on his cock and pubic hair. She took the cock in her mouth and found herself analyzing the smell and taste to see how it differed from her own. She liked her own taste and smell and decided that whoever this woman was she smelled and tested very much like Mary herself did.

Mary massaged Father John's balls firmly and stroked the base of his cock as it grew larger and larger in her sucking mouth. Father John grabbed hair on each side of Mary's head and forced her mouth further and further down the shaft of his hard cock. Holding Mary's head firmly in place Father John fucked deeply into her throat, ignoring the choking and gagging noises being emitted around his invading cock. Finally he held her face pushed hard against his pubic hair and, ignoring her squirming body and her hands pushing against his legs, shot cum down her throat and into her stomach.

Once released Mary sat on the floor, her head leaning against Father John's legs, panting and trying to catch her breath. As she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth Mary could taste Father John's cum and the 'other woman's' juices.

"Stand up." Father John ordered pulling Mary to her feet. Father John bent Mary face down over the top of his desk. With one hand on the small of her back holding her in the bent over position, Father John pulled her skirt up exposing Mary's ass and cunt to his view.

Mary could feel Father John smearing something on her ass, then on her cunt lips. Father John pulled Mary's skirt back down then after pulling her to a standing position, grasped the front of her blouse and ripped it open. Once again Mary listed as her buttons showered down onto the floor. After her breasts were exposed, Mary watched as Father John took something from an unlabeled tube and smeared it on her nipples. Her nipples grew hard from the attention.

"Now-" Father John said stepping away from his young victim. "-go back to your room. Stay there until you are told otherwise. Do not-" His voice lowered and he stepped forward to emphasize what he was saying. "-touch your self in any way, and do not let anybody, or anything else touch you." Father John lifted her head by the chin so he could stare into her eyes.

"Do you understand?" Mary nodded her head 'yes'. Father John turned without another word and walked from his office. Mary left the building holding her button-less blouse closed and wondering what it was that Father John had put on her.

"I'm going to have to do something about these buttons." She said to herself as she walked down the walkway towards her dorm room. Mary was no more then twenty yards from the front door of the administration building when the first signs of heat began to build on her ass, cunt and nipples. As the sensations grew, her brain interpreted the signals as sexual.

Her nipples felt like they were begging to be sucked on. Her ass and cunt felt like they needed a long hard fucking. By the time Mary walked into her dorm room her cunt was oozing so much that she felt like her thighs were wet all the way down to her knees. Mary laid down on her bed and reached over her head to hang on to a shelf on the wall, hoping to keep her hands off her body as she had been instructed by Father John. Never in all the time since she had sampled her first cock had Mary ever felt the need to be fucked so intensely. Not being fucked was, at this point, the worst torture anybody could inflict on her. She laid with her legs spread, her short skirt barely covering her crotch, hoping the cool air would quench some of the fire emanating from between her legs. Mary shut her eyes to concentrate on not touching herself.

"OHHHHH girl-" Mary jumped when she heard Ruthie's familiar voice standing over her. "-what are you doing girl?" Ruthie looked directly at Mary's crotch where her skirt had pulled up exposing her wet open cunt. "You look like you need a piece girl." Ruthie continued then stroke a sassy pose "and you know I'm just the one to give it to you."

"Please Ruthie-" Mary begged. "-not now." Ruthie, who rarely let other people upset her, shrugged her shoulders and, after walking into the bathroom, shut the door.

Mary jerked and sat up in her bed when the phone rang. She had fallen asleep despite her desperate need for a thorough fucking. As she reached for the phone images of her rapidly fading dream swirled in her head. All she could remember about the dream was being naked in a stone walled church with a bunch of faceless monks getting ready to punish and 'purify' her.

"Hello?" Mary pulled her blouse shut over her breasts.

"Come to the chapel." She heard Father John's voice order just before the click of a phone being hung up. As Mary climbed off her bed she became aware once again of the burning sensations radiating from her cunt, ass and nipples. Looking behind her Mary noticed that her dripping cunt had soaked through the back of her skirt and left a wet spot on the bed cover.

Holding her button-less blouse closed Mary hurried to the chapel. Her eager anticipation of getting the fucking she so desperately needed was tinged with fear about what she might have to do to get that badly needed fuck. As she walked through the heavy wood door Mary saw Father John sitting in the ornate chair behind the alter.

"Stop." Father John ordered when Mary started to walk down the center isle of the chapel. "Take off your clothes." Mary looked around to see if anybody else was in the room then stripped off her blouse and skirt, leaving only her shoes and thigh-high stockings. "Everything" Father John continued when Mary hesitated. Mary removed her shoes then her stockings.

"Now you can approach me." Mary walked with a combination of pride in her tight well-muscled body, embarrassment of her total nakedness and fear about what she was going to be required to do for this man. She could feel the sticky-ness on the insides of her thighs as she walked up the isle towards the altar.

"Kneel in front of me." Father John ordered as Mary approached the chair in which he was sitting. Mary knelt in front of her owner/master/tormentor and waited to see what was going to happen next. Father John looked at the naked girl in front of him and waited as her agitation grew.

"What do you want?" He finally asked her. Mary hesitated a moment before answering.

"To be fucked." She said simply.

"How badly do you want to be fucked?" Father John asked her.

"I want to be fucked more than anything I've ever wanted before in my life." Mary said looking up into his eyes imploringly. Then she fell forward and grabbed both of Father John's legs. "Oh god, please fuck me." She begged kissing his sandaled feet in between the words. She continued to shower kisses on his feet and beg him to fuck her for another minute, then she turned around and stuck her butt up in the air with her head and breasts pushed hard against the cold wood floor.

"Please, oh god please fuck me, I can't stand it any longer." Her begging could just barely be heard, but the message of her wet, open exposed cunt being wiggled back and forth in front of Father John was unmistakable. Father John stood up and, after taking Mary's arm and pulling her to her feet, leg her to the communion rail and pushed her head first across it.

Mary, almost standing on her head, spread her feet and looked back between her legs as Father John took a wet handkerchief from the bowl of holy water and began to clean the salve from her cunt and ass. Watching from her upside down position Mary pictured what she must look like, folded in half over the wood railing with her ass and cunt open and ready for Father John's use.

After cleaning her crotch of the heat producing compound Father John held her hip with one hand while he probed deeply into her wet cunt with two fingers of the other hand. Mary moaned and moved her cunt back against the fingers.

"Yes, oh god, yes." She moaned as she rocked her hips moving her cunt up and down on Father John's extended fingers. Father John removed his fingers, then, kneeling behind her, pushed his mouth against her cunt and probed her hot wet depths with his expert tongue. Mary continued to move her hips slowly up and down rubbing her cunt on Father John's face, smearing her cunt juice on his beard and rubbing her clit against his hairy chin.

"Please fuck me." Mary begged looking back over her shoulder, "Please take me, finish making me your property." Father John continued probing her cunt with his tongue ignoring her please for relief from her need to be fucked. After sating his desire for the taste for pussy Father John pulled Mary to her feet and walked her to the altar. Taking her by the waist he lifted Mary and sat her on the altar. Mary immediately leaned back on her elbows and brought her legs up placing her feet on the edge of the altar. Her hips continued to rock moving her cunt slowly up and down in anticipation of being fucked. She watched as Father John removed his robe, then climbed up on the altar with her. Father John pushed her further back onto the altar then, kneeling between her widespread raised legs, he pushed the head of his hard cock against the her wet cunt lips.

As the welcomed invader pushed, too slowly for her tastes, into her hot cunt Mary leaned her head back and found herself staring at the huge crucifix on the wall behind the altar. Mary felt like singing a few verses of the alleluia chorus as Father John's hard cock slipped all the way into her. I wonder, Mary thought, looking up at Jesus on the cross, as Father John settled into a steady pounding fuck rhythm, how big he is under that loincloth. As Mary bucked her hips up against Father John to get the maximum penetration, she noticed that, from this angle, it looked like Jesus was leering down at her with a most 'un-Christ-like' look.

"You'll just have to wait your turn." Only when Father John slowed his fucking and looked at her quizzically did Mary realize that she had said it out loud instead of thinking it. Mary just smiled enigmatically up at Father John and fucked herself harder against him. Father John shrugged his shoulders then turned his attention back to pounding his cock into her wet cunt.

Mary had long before given up, at least intellectually any connection with the Roman Catholic Church. But as a sudden wave of over powering guilt swept through her she realized that she could never rid herself of the early emotional indoctrination. Mary hid her eyes from Jesus on the cross and the Virgin Mary staring down at her from the side as her guilt mixed with the onrushing orgasm.

"OH GOD FUCK ME HARD." She screamed humping herself like a maniac against Father John's hard cock. "OH GOD. JESUS AND Mary I'M CUMING." When she realized what she had just screamed, while getting fucked on the altar of a church the guilt overwhelmed her and drove her orgasm to heights she had never dreamed of before.

Mary slowly regained consciousness lying naked on the altar. She had never passed out during an orgasm before. She looked around, but Father John was nowhere to be seen. Gathering up her clothes Mary got dressed and walked back to her dorm. She was overwhelmed by guilt and totally satiated by the best orgasms in her considerable experience.

Mary, holding her button-less blouse closed with both hands, stumbled then caught her self as she walked toward her dorm room. The images of being fucked on the altar with Jesus and the Virgin Mary looking down on her swirled through her mind fueling her feelings of shame, humiliation and 'dirtiness'. After she closed the dorm room door behind her Mary removed her clothes with trembling fingers then, being careful not to look at her self in any of the mirrors around the room, walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the small shower.

Once the steam was billowing nicely in the small bathroom Mary adjusted the water temperature and stepped into a shower just hot enough to be uncomfortable. Mary soaped and rinsed her body repeatedly trying with increasing intensity to wash away the feeling of dirtiness that permeated her entire body. Finally she collapsed onto the floor of the shower, clutching her knees in the fetal position, leaning against the wet shower wall, and crying convulsively as the hot water streamed over her naked body.

Mary was in the interesting position of wanting to beg deities she did not believe in for forgiveness for committing sacrilege in their 'house of worship'. Finally, after the tears tapered off to an occasional sniff, Mary promised these deities, the ones she knew did not exist (or at least at this point desperately hoped did not exist), that she would not allow it to happen again. Filled with a new resolve and reassured of her ability to ultimately control any situation when it involved a man, Mary stood up and, after shutting off the water, stepped from the shower and began to rub her body vigorously with her bath towel.

After drying Mary wrapped the towel around her breasts and tucked in the corner. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror Mary unwrapped the towel and held the two corners out away from her body so she could see all of her naked body. I don't look any different, she thought as she turned from side to side. Since Ruthie was still gone, Mary hung her towel up in the bathroom and walked naked to her bed. Unlike most females Mary actually preferred to sleep in the nude.

After settling into the bed Mary turned off the light and snuggled under the blanket. As she relaxed preparing to go to sleep Mary began to review everything that had happened during the day. She smiled remembering the scared and excited look on poor father Griffith's face as she left his chemistry class. He's going to be easy, she thought.

Mary's mind shied away from considering her activities with Father John. Or, she corrected herself, Father John's activities with my body. Pretending not to hear the 'small quite voice' in her mind, telling her that she would do anything Father John wanted in order to have another orgasm like that last one on the altar, Mary began to dwell on the remembered feelings of that last union with Father John.

A very familiar and always welcome warmth and moisture began to spread from Mary's always ready cunt as she remembered the shame and embarrassment of being watched by the statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary as Father John hammered away at her on the altar. Giving into the building feelings Mary rolled over onto her back and, after bending her knees and spreading her legs, slipped her hand down over her stomach and rubbed small circles around her hardening clit.

Mary decided against using the vibrator this time, wanting instead to feel the soft wet tissues of her pussy with her fingers. Although she tried to think of every other erotic situation she could think of, as her excitement built Mary's mind returned time, after time, to the image of her being fucked on the altar in the chapel beneath the holy statues. When Mary clamped her legs closed on her hand and rolled on her side in orgasmic pleasure, the image of Jesus on the cross with a huge erection came unbidden to her mind.

"Oh God." She moaned with a combination of intense pleasure and renewed shame and guilt. I must be a raving pervert, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, her hand still held tightly between her legs. In her sleep Mary found her self in the stone church once again. This time she was naked and tied to the altar. One wrist and one ankle were tied to each corner of the stone slab top of the altar.

The 'real' Mary watched from above as the 'dream' Mary lifted her head and surveyed her surroundings. Mary noticed that the anklet that said 'Property of Father John' was gone from her ankle. As she looked at her self she saw writing right above where her thigh attached to her torso. Looking closer Mary realized that she was seeing a tattoo that read 'This slut belongs to Father John'.

Mary heard male voices doing Gregorian chants and strained to pick up her neck and look out the door of the church. The chanting grew louder and a line of monks filed through the door. Their cowls were pulled down, hiding their faces in deep shadows. Mary became convinced that the first monk in the line was Father John.

As the monks got closer Mary strained against her bonds trying to pull her legs together to cover her exposed cunt and to pull her arms together over her naked breasts. As she did so she glanced up at the statues of Jesus on the cross and of the Virgin Mary that loomed over her and the altar. The statues had come to life, they were pointing at her and laughing. The Virgin Mary pointed a finger at Mary and a booming female voice spoke.

"Lay still slut, you must be purified for your dirty thoughts." When she was done speaking the Virgin Mary reached into her robe and, after pulling one of her breasts into view, looked over at Jesus on the cross.

"Are you thirsty?" The booming female voice asked Jesus as the stature pinched its nipple and massaged its breast. Jesus, still on the cross, looked over at the Virgin Mary as he pulled one hand free and, with the nail still protruding through the palm, ripped off his loincloth revealing an unbelievably big erect cock.

"Not right now mom." He said to the other statue. "I want to watch this little whore get punished for thinking dirty things about us." The statue of the Virgin Mary pulled her breast up to her own pouty lips and flicked her tongue over the her erect nipple. "I'll just feed myself then." The statue retorted with obvious disappointment as she started sucking enthusiastically on her own nipple.

"You have entertained perverse and sacrileges thoughts." Mary heard Father John's voice booming from right beside her head. "And you have participated in blasphemous rites on the holy altar. For this you must be punished and purified." As Mary watched the monks, who were now surrounding the altar, pulled off their robes to reveal hard cocks almost as big as the one sported by the statue of Jesus still looming over her head.

Without any further warning the monks produced multi-stranded whips and began to flog Mary. The blows rained down on her legs, stomach, breasts, and cunt. Mary screamed over and over, but the blows never let up. Then with a strange almost stomach turning change took place in the dream and Mary was writhing under the whips on the verge of cuming instead of screaming in pain.

"Yes, punish me." She shouted to the monks. "Punish the slut. Punish me un til I cum again." As her dream orgasm approached Mary noticed that the statue of Jesus was grinning down at her as he stroked his hard cock that seemed to have grown by several inches since the last time she had noticed it. The statue of the Virgin Mary was still sucking on her own nipple while her other hand had disappeared beneath her robe where it was obviously engaged in stroking and fingering her stone cunt.

The 'real' Mary, still watching the scene from above the altar, realized that her own hand was between her legs and that she was on the verge of cuming for real. Her hips rocked, rubbing her clit against her own hand as Mary moaned loudly and came with bucking hips banging the bed against the wall. The dream dissolved under the pressure of her real life orgasm and Mary laid on the bed panting and trembling.

"Ohhh girl, is something wrong?" Mary heard Ruthie ask her as she felt the blanket lifted and Ruthie's warmth settle in next to hers in the bed. Ruthie wrapped her arms around the still trembling Mary and held her tightly.

"Ohhh girl," Ruthie continued, "Did you have a nightmare? Or did you just do your self in the dark?" Ruthie's hands began to rub up and down Mary's arms causing Ruthie's arm to rub up and down over Mary's naked nipples.

"Come on Ruthie," Mary said as she gently pushed Ruthie's hands away from her. "you know I just don't get off on girls."

"Ohhh girl, I know that -" Ruthie said as she kissed Mary gently on the forehead "- I just thought you could use some comforting." Ruthie put her arms around the trembling Mary and held her while both of them fell to sleep.

Mary was transported instantly back into the dream world inside the stone church. She was still tied to the altar as she had been before. The monks were still flogging her with one hand while they stroked their impossibly huge hard cocks with the other. Looking above her Mary saw that the Virgin Mary statue was now naked and fucking her self with one of the altar candles. Jesus, still on the huge crucifix, had gotten his other hand free and was busily stroking his cock, which was bigger than those of the monks, with both hands.

The hard cock sticking out from the statue of Jesus on the cross was so huge he could not even get both hands completely around it. As the flogging continued Mary felt soft feminine hands push her thighs further apart. Long, slender and very experienced fingers separated the fleshy folds of her cunt. The statue of the Virgin Mary had disappeared from over her head. Mary looked down towards her feet and saw the Virgin, now looking remarkably like Ruthie, slowly lowering her head toward Mary's wet cunt. Mary heard the Virgin speak.

"Ohhh girl, you have such a sweet pussy." Mary was astonished that the Virgin talked like and sounded just like Ruthie. Mary moaned as the dream tongue slithered and snaked in and around the folds of flesh between her legs. The Virgin Mary, Mary thought, must have some experience at this. As Mary quickly approached another orgasm she noticed that the Virgin was now back up on her pedestal as well as being between her legs.

"Now that's what I call a miracle." Mary murmured as her hips pumped her wet cunt against the mouth and tongue that were so expertly driving her to another orgasm. As the first waves moved through her Mary noticed the cocks of the monks spewing streams of cum onto her body. She looked up to see Jesus showering buckets of cum down onto her body. The statue of the Virgin Mary pumped her breasts and fountained milk onto Mary where it mixed with the cum and puddled on her stomach.

"Oh god, yes." Mary moaned as her body was covered with slimy cum. The orgasmic waves slowly subsided and Mary, now fully awake looked around the room. Ruthie was in her bed apparently asleep. Mary found her body covered with sweat, but no cum. "Good god -" Mary murmured as she straightened out her top sheet, "- that was one hell of a realistic dream. I could have sworn that Ruthie was licking my pussy." Settling down in her bed to go back to sleep, Mary could not see the smile that played across Ruthie's lips.

It seemed to Mary to be only a few seconds later when the alarm went off jerking her from the beginnings of another dream. Mary sat up on the edge of her bed and looked across the room. Ruthie's unmade bed was empty. Mary yawned and stretched with distinctly feline like motions. Mary smiled at Ruthie as she stepped out of the bathroom still working her toothbrush in her mouth.

"Ohh girl -" Mary could barely understand what Ruthie was saying around the toothbrush and mouth full of toothpaste "- that must have been some dream you had last night." Ruthie disappeared for a second then reappeared with an empty mouth. "You kept moaning things like 'oh yes Jesus, fuck me god'.

Did you, ah -" Mary searched for the best way to phrase the question, "-wake me up anytime during the night?"

"Ohh girl, wake you up? Girl, you kept waking me up." Ruthie dug around in her closet looking for a clean white blouse to go with her plaid school uniform skirt. Picking up a not too badly wrinkled blouse from the pile on the closet floor Ruthie gave it a tentative sniff.

"Ohh girl, -" Ruthie continued as she shrugged her shoulders then began to slip the blouse over her arms. "- we've got to do some laundry tonight." Ruthie gave Mary a knowing look, "Unless you just plan on replacing your uniforms, girl." Mary stood up and ignored Ruthie's admiring looks as she walked to her own closet and began to look for a clean, un-torn uniform to cover her naked body.

"Ohh girl, you have got to let me show you what a woman could do for that body of yours." Ruthie said following her roommate's movements. "Well girl, -" Ruthie said shaking her head like she was trying to pull herself out of a pleasant dream, "I've got to get over to the admin building before class." Ruthie stood up and walked across the room to the door.

"Ohh girl -" Ruthie paused at the door and turned toward Mary "- where'd you get that great looking anklet?"

"Ah -" Mary turned away from Ruthie to hide the blush she felt creeping over her face "- it was a gift." Was all she said. After waiting to see if Mary would elaborate on that answer Ruthie shrugged her shoulders and shut the door behind her. As the door shut Mary turned and stared after Ruthie. Did she, Mary thought, or didn't she. The old advertising line 'only her hairdresser knows for sure' ran through Mary's mind causing her to smile.

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