Father Felix O’Bannen’s face stung from the blow just delivered to it.
He winced in pain and tried to shy away from his attacker, but was held
by the coarse ropes that bound him to the rough, wooden chair.
“Where is the damn map?” O’Bannen’s attacker, a medium-sized, trim man
with perfectly combed hair and a hawk face demanded calmly in his clear
voice.
O’Bannen simply stared up at him in silence, inwardly praying that his
ordeal would soon be over.
“Fucking bastard!” roared the other man as he backhanded O’Bannen
across the cheek once more. “Tell me where the goddamn map is, you
ignorant son of a bitch!”
“Please,” said the woman standing with O’Bannen’s attacker. “Just tell
us. Then this will be over.” Her voice was sweet as honey and smooth as
silk, fitting her lean, lithe body, angelic face and long, shimmering
black tresses perfectly. “Tell Tyson where you’ve hidden the map and
this will all end. I promise you.”
“Trisha!” Tyson snapped. “Shut the fuck up! You shouldn’t even be here.
You’ve got no stomach for this shit. Get your ass back to your room and
wait for me!” He turned back to O’Bannen. “And you, you religious
freak, tell me where you hid that fucking map or I’ll start breaking
your fucking fingers until you do!”
The dark-haired woman gently laid a hand on Tyson’s shoulder and softly
said his name.
He whirled around, snarling at her. “Get your fucking ass back to your
room before I beat it for you!”
“Let me spend some time with him, Tyson. Alone. Just him and me. He’ll
tell us where he’s hidden it. I promise you.”
He sneered at her. “You think you can make him talk?” His sneer turned
to open laugher in her face. “You?”
“Yes. Please, let me try.”
Still laughing, he shook his head. “You’re too soft. Your idea of
torture would probably be to tickle his feet with a fucking feather or
some shit like that!”
She stared at him, her gaze locked with his, unsmiling. “You’ve no idea
what I’m capable of, Tyson.”
His laughter gave way to a frown. “You threatening me,
bitch?”
“No.”
“Sounded like a threat to me, whore.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Stupid cunt.” He lifted a hand, as if to strike her, then glanced back
at O’Bannen. Lowering his hand, Tyson smiled. “Tell you what, I’ll give
you till sunrise tomorrow with this asshole. If you get the information
by then, I’ll not only apologize to you for doubting your skills, I’ll
not beat the shit out of your ass for interrupting me here. If you
don’t get the map ” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’m going to
beat the hell out of you till you can’t even stand to have any clothes
on that hot body of yours. Then, since you’ll be naked for a few days
healing, I’m going to fuck you over and over and over until you’re raw
and bleeding and if you so much as ask me to give you a rest, I’m going
to beat you and start all over. Understand, bitch?”
She held his gaze steadily. “You’ll have your map, Tyson. I promise.”
He snickered and glanced at O’Bannen. “You’ll probably die from the
beating I’m going to give your ass, bitch.” Then he turned and walked
to the door, knocked for the guards and left when they opened the door
for him.
Turning back, Tyson peered in through the tiny barred window. “Sunrise
tomorrow, you ignorant fucking cunt. That gives you about twenty hours
until I drag your ass to the bedroom, then wail it and fuck it.
Understand?” Without waiting for a reply, he slammed the small door
that covered the window. His voice was muffled but audible when he
spoke to the guards outside. “No one goes into or comes out of that
cell until I come back tomorrow morning. Got it, shit-heads? And don’t
even open the window to check on them. Let the bitch have her fun. It
may be the last she ever has.”
Tyson’s footsteps receded down the hallway.
“Why do you deal with that?” O’Bannen asked.
Trisha turned a sweet smile on him. “Money. I’m going to have a lot of
it soon, thanks to you. You’ll tell me where the map is, I’ll tell
Tyson, he’ll take some of them to find it, use the map to find the
golden statues and we’ll be rich. Then, I’m going to kill Tyson. He
deserves it. You’ve already seen that. With him dead, the men will fall
in line under me. I’ll be rich, powerful and happy, Tyson will be dead
and gone, and you, Felix, may I call you Felix? Call me Trisha. And
you, Felix, will stay with me as my new lover!”
O’Bannen stared at her in open astonishment.
Before he could speak, she went on. “You will. Trust me, Felix.
Starting now, you’re going to devote yourself to a new faith and the
worship of a different kind of deity. I’m talking about sex, Felix. As
a priest, you’ve probably trained most, if not all, of your life.
Correct?”
“Yes.”
“So I’m guessing you’re still a virgin.”
He felt his face flush.
She smiled. “Thought so. And you’re past middle-age, too.” Her smile
morphed into a sad little frown with a hint of a pout to it. “I’m sorry
to hear that, dear Felix. We’ve got to make up for lost time. And we’ve
got to start now. I’ve only got a few hours to begin to undo all the
damage your religion has done to you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Poor, dear, sweet, innocent Felix. You were born to religious parents,
weren’t you?”
“Yes.” He was confused, not knowing where she was going with this.
She shook her head sadly, her blue eyes fixed on him. “I’m sorry,
Felix. I wish that I could have met you sooner. I could have spared you
years of trauma. You see, you’ve devoted your life, every aspect of
your life, to the praise and worship of a deity that demands its
followers abstain from sex. Married couples are allowed, but no one
else according to your doctrine. And you, poor, poor dear Felix, being
a priest, aren’t even allowed to marry. So your religion, the very
religion that you’ve devoted yourself to, demands that you live out
your entire life without even once having sex. That’s wrong, Felix.
It’s wrong! Sex is life! Without it, none of us would even be here.
Think about it! We’re born because two people had sex. Without sex, no
one would ever be born and the human race wouldn’t even exist! As
humans, we’re literately born to have sex! Yet your religion denies
people that. It forces people to deny that they’re human, to bury
desires and instincts and needs that are a part of us at a primal
level. The very thing that ultimately drives us, your religion would
deny us.”
She paused, smiling at him once more.
“But now, Felix! Now I’ve found you. And I can rescue you from all of
that!” Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. “Soon, you’ll know what’s like
to have sex! In a few hours, you’ll forsake your perverse religion in
favor of life!”
“No,” O’Bannen said, his voice thick. “Please, leave me alone. I want
no part of your blasphemy!”
“You’ve probably never even seen a woman naked, have you? Now’s the
time, don’t you think?” Without waiting for his response, Trisha
unlaced her bodice and peeled herself out of her dress. Her
underclothes followed a moment later, leaving her nude and shivering in
the cool dampness of the stone-walled cell.
Beaming brightly at him, she slowly ran her hands over her lithe body,
caressing her flawless flesh as she stood unabashedly naked before him.
O’Bannen stared for a moment, then squeezed his eyes closed and began
to pray.
She chuckled, a warm, easy sound. “Felix, dear? That’s what got you
into this situation in the first place. Remember? Open your eyes and
look at me.”
He did not.
After a moment, O’Bannen felt her soft hands stroking his face, her
long fingernails gently scratching along his neck, her warm breath in
his ear.
“Felix? Open your eyes. Look at me. I know you want to.”
“No.”
She hugged his from behind. “Really? Your religion frowns upon lying as
well as sex, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“So if you lie to me, you’re sinning.”
He swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“So tell me the honest truth, Felix. Do you want to look at my naked
body?”
O’Bannen hesitated a few moments, tears welling up in his closed eyes.
“Yes!” he sobbed, ashamed at the admission, yet unwilling to tell more
falsehoods.
“Then do it, Felix.” Her gentle hand trailed along his face, telling
him that she had moved to stand before him once more. “Open your eyes
and look at my bare body.”
Slowly, unwilling to give in, yet knowing that he had no real choice,
Father O’Bannen opened his eyes and stared at her lovely, unclothed
form. He took in every detail – the smooth, hairless perfection of her
pale skin, devoid even of pubic hair which revealed her already damp
genital slit, her toned musculature, flat stomach, petite, perky
breasts, small, hard nipples, her graceful neck, her long, shining
tresses of dark hair, her dancing blue eyes, the soft, angelic features
of her gorgeous face, complete with soft, supple lips O’Bannen
squeezed his eyes closed again as he felt a stirring in his groin.
Trisha laughed and stroked his face once more. “Look at me,” she
whispered.
Again, he opened his eyes to gaze at her.
“That’s better,” she said with a small giggle. “You’re a shy boy,
aren’t you, Felix? We’ll fix that soon.” She reached out to lay a hand
squarely on his crotch.
“Don’t touch me, harlot!”
She pouted, saying, “Are you trying to hurt my feelings? Most men can’t
wait for me to touch them.”
“I’m not most men! I am a man of-”
“Stubbornness!” she finished for him. “Maybe once we get you out of
those constricting clothes you’ll loosen up.” Without another word, she
began to undress him, ignoring his protests and pleas and prayers.
Leaving him tied to the chair, she wiggled and squirmed and twisted and
pulled at his clothing until she had managed to undress him as best she
could without releasing him.
O’Bannen sat, still bound to the chair, his shirt open to reveal his
slightly hairy chest, his trousers open and pulled around his ankles,
his underwear with them, leaving him effectively nude and exposed to
her view.
“Isn’t that better, dear Felix?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” He was nearly sobbing with shame.
“I’ve already told you. I’m doing this to save both our lives. The way
your life is now, it’s not even worth living! You spend every second
devoting yourself to a sick, twisted religion that demands you deny
that you’re even human. And me, if you don’t tell me where that map is
by sunrise tomorrow morning, Tyson will kill me. You know that! He
wasn’t joking. He’ll drag me back to his room, then beat and rape me
until I’m dead. You’ve got to help me, Felix! Help me help you! Tell me
where the map is.”
“I’ll not be part of your plot to murder your boyfriend.”
“He’s not! I hate him! You’ve seen how he treats me, Felix! I’m only
with him to get this money.”
“Then you’ll kill him.”
“He deserves it! And if I don’t kill him, he’ll kill me!”
“I want no part of this.”
“You’re already involved. You became involved the instant Tyson found
out you’d hidden that map. Tell me where it is and we’ll both live
long, happy lives. Together!”
“No.”
Trisha sighed. “You poor man. You’ve suffered so much. I don’t know if
I have the time I need to undo all of the damage ” Slowly, gently, she
took hold of his semi-hard penis in both of her hands. “All I can do it
try,” she whispered as she began to stroke him.
“No!” O’Bannen cried out. “Please, don’t!”
“Shhh. It’ll be alright. You’ve got such a nice cock, Felix! Long and
thick! It’s a shame it’s never been used. Poor man. You’ve probably
never even masturbated before, have you?”
O’Bannen felt his eyes go wide at the very thought of doing such a
thing.
Trisha continued to stroke and pet his organ. “Poor, sweet man
Middle-aged and never had an orgasm in his life That’s going to
change. Very soon.” She lowered her head and sucked him into her hot,
moist mouth.
“No! Tramp, get away from me!”
Her only reply was to bob her head as she sucked on his erection. Her
hands grew busy with other things, one of them kneading his testis
while her other reached up to pinch and tweak his nipples.
“No ” he sobbed. “Stop it, please! Don’t do this to me! My vows-”
“Keep you from a normal life,” she interrupted before returning to her
sucking.
During the brief moment it took her to speak the words, O’Bannen
realized that he missed the feel of her mouth working on his penis. The
realization shamed him even farther, bringing a mixture of self-anger
that he had given in to her even that little bit and sadness at the
knowledge that he wasn’t stronger.
Trisha allowed him to slide from her mouth again for a moment, though
she quickly jerked him with her hand, as she whispered, “Give me your
cum, Felix! I want to taste it!” Lowering her head, she ran her long
tongue over his length before sucking him back into her mouth yet
again.
O’Bannen groaned, feeling things in his body that he had never felt
before, yet he knew they meant. He gritted he teeth, trying, straining
to prevent it from happening.
“Give it to me, Felix! Give me your sweet, creamy, virgin cum! Right in
my mouth! I need to taste it! Fill my mouth with your sperm, Felix!”
“No!” The word was torn from him in a long bellow that echoed in the
damp cell as he felt his semen surging upward through his erection. He
squeezed his eyes closed, already praying for forgiveness.
Trisha’s mouth enveloped him again, just in time to catch the load of
burning hot sperm that gushed free. She sucked and slurped, coaxing as
much from him as she possibly could. When O’Bannen’s orgasm finally
passed, she stood and smiled at him, wiping a stray bit of semen from
her lower lip and licking her finger clean.
“Oh, Felix,” she purred. “You taste wonderful!”
“Filthy tramp! Sinful harlot! Stop this at once!” O’Bannen screamed.
“Leave me alone! If I am to die in this horrid place, then so be it!
But at least be kind enough to allow me to leave this Earth with
dignity!”
Trisha looked genuinely shocked, as if she’d expected a different
reaction to having forced him to the unwanted orgasm. Then she smiled.
“Don’t even try to tell me that you didn’t like that feeling, Felix.”
She strolled around to stand behind him, leaned forward, her pert
breasts pressed against the back of his shoulders, and ran her soft
hands over his chest, toying with his nipples. “You know that felt
good!”
O’Bannen grimaced, saying, “What you just did to me wasn’t even a
natural form of intercourse! You talk about how you think I should be
natural and enjoy the act of coupling with a woman, yet what you just
did was a form of the act that was never meant to be! It serves
absolutely no purpose other than pleasure!”
“Exactly!”
“It’s sin!”
“It’s sex! Without fear or pregnancy! Safe sex!”
“It’s an unnatural perversion!”
“Fine.” She whispered softly in his ear. “You want pure, natural sex as
nature intended?”
His eyes grew wide. “No. That’s not-”
“Then you’ll have it now.” She slid around in front of him again. “This
is good, Felix. This is very good! I honestly hadn’t expected you to
ask for this for hours yet.”
“I’m not asking! I-”
“Shhh. It’s okay.” She stroked his penis until he grew hard once more,
something that took only moments. She smiled. “You’re a horny one! I
like that!”
Tears were flowing down his cheeks. “Stop this, I beg of you. You’re
trying to drag me straight to Hell with you!”
“No, Felix. Not at all. I’m tying to save you from the Hell your
perverse religion has trapped you in. I’m not damnation, Felix. I’m
salvation!”
With that, she turned her back to him, spread her legs apart, then
settled onto him, his hard shaft sliding quickly and easily up inside
of her. Hot silken liquid ran from between her thighs and down his
length as her sex gripped him tightly.
“Oh, Felix! You feel so good inside of me!” She wiggled her hips as she
settled back against him. “You’re so big!”
“Please,” he sobbed in desperation. “Stop this torment!”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do for you, sweet Felix!”
She bounced lightly, sliding his erection in and out of her, as she
continued to wiggle against him. Her hands were on her breasts, tugging
lightly at her stiff nipples all the while. Within moments O’Bannen
felt her vaginal muscles tighten painfully around his shaft. He
groaned, knowing that what was happening was out of his control.
Trisha’s orgasm ripped through her, eliciting screams of pleasure from
her as her body milked O’Bannen until his own orgasm tore through him.
He felt a large load of semen jet into Trisha’s vagina as well as her
musky-scented honey gushing out onto his hot, nude flesh.
Once she had finally calmed, Trisha stood, slowly allowing his still
semi-erect penis to slip from her vagina. O’Bannen looked and saw that
he was covered with glistening fluids from their coupling.
Trisha followed his gaze and smiled broadly. “That’s how nature
intended. Are you happier now?”
O’Bannen, still staring at his twitching penis, was mesmerized at the
sight of the milky white cum that still oozed from it.
“I didn’t get it all?” Trisha asked playfully, then knelt and sucked
him back into her mouth, helping herself to the fresh cum. After he was
hard again, she stood, licking her full, pouty lips. “We taste good,
Felix! Here, try us!” She leaned forward, kissing him full on the lips.
O’Bannen couldn’t help but stick out his tongue and taste the mingled
flavors her kiss had left on his own mouth.
“You’re coming to like this, aren’t you? No pun intended!”
He started to answer, then hesitated.
“No need to say anything, Felix. I know you are. And that’s a good
thing. Now it’s time for something else.”
O’Bannen watched her, waiting to hear what she would inflict upon him
next. When she remained quiet, he asked, “What?”
“As I said, you and I will be staying together after this. We’ll have
lots and lots of sex. Believe me, Felix, I intend to put that gorgeous
cock of yours to full use! But, there may be times when you need
release and I’m not right there to give it to you. Which will leave you
with a choice – wait, which will be very, very hard, I’m sure, for a
horny boy like you, or pleasure yourself. Also, I’ll want to just kick
back and watch you practice getting yourself off. I can’t wait to see
your creamy white cum gushing out of your big, thick, tasty cock,
Felix!” She ran her hands over her sensuous curves as she spoke. “So,
it’s time for you to learn to masturbate!”
O’Bannen’s eyes went wide again. “No! It’s not right! It’s not
natural!”
“It’s sex, Felix. Just like oral or anal. It’s a form of sex. To your
body, it’s the same thing. It’s just as good. Speaking of anal sex,
you’ll be introduced to that, too, soon. But, for now, masturbate for
me, sweet Felix!”
“No.”
“Achieve orgasm by the touch of your own hand!”
“No!”
“Oh, you’re still tied to the chair, aren’t you? I’ll untie you if you
promise me that you’ll not try to harm me or subdue me in anyway and
you won’t try to escape. You promise?”
O’Bannen was abruptly very aware of the itchy, rough rope scratching at
his flesh where it bound his hands behind him and his legs to the legs
of the chair. He nodded. “You have my word.”
She smiled seductively. “Good. Having your hands free with make
everything so much better!”
Trisha stepped behind him, again, her hand trailing over his bare
chest, her long fingernails scrapping delicately over his hardened
nipples. She then quickly unbound his hands before crouching before him
to free his legs.
He stood, rubbing his wrists. “Thank you.”
Trisha tossed the offending ropes aside, kissed him on the mouth and
whispered, “You’ll be thanking me for a lot more soon.” She then pulled
his shirt completely free of his body and tossed it away. “Step out of
your pants.”
He was about to argue, then thought better of it. After all, Trisha had
already not only seen every aspect of his body, but touched and fondled
them as well. Trying to figure out just when he’d begun to think of her
by name and trying not to dwell on the fact that he was allowing her to
finish undressing him, O’Bannen watched her kick his trousers and
underwear away with the rest of his clothing. He now stood as naked as
she was.
Pressing herself against him, Trisha stroked his hard penis, trapping
it against her flat stomach. “Isn’t this better?”
“Yes,” he replied before he could stop himself. He tried to pull away
but she wrapped her arms around him, holding him. “Now, I know that you
want me to make you cum again. You won’t admit it to me just yet, and
you may not even be admitting it to yourself, but you do. We both know
it. And I will. But not until you make yourself cum. Okay? The sooner
you masturbate to orgasm for me, the sooner I’ll get you off again.
Understood?”
He nodded slowly, his gaze locked with hers.
She stepped away, her hands slowly running over his hips, leaving a
soft warmth that lingered even after her touch.
Holding her gaze with his own, O’Bannen took hold of his engorged shaft
and began to stroke it as she watched.
She beamed at him. “Oh, sweet Felix! Yes! Not so tight. Loosen your
grip a bit. And it looks as if you need more lubrication. Here. Try
this.” She turned her back to him, then bent over, spreading herself
wide, giving him access to her dripping wet, pink folds.
O’Bannen reached out and gently wiped a hand over her vagina, coming
away with a coating of her honey on his palm and fingers. Without
taking his eyes off her, he resumed stroking his shaft with the added
benefit of her love-juice. His hand moved easier and more smoothly.
Standing straight, Trisha faced him once again, fondling her flushed
breasts as she watched him watch her and masturbate.
O’Bannen quickly increased the speed of his hand. Soon, his breath
became ragged.
“I want to see you cum,” Trisha whispered, her sapphire eyes shining
with lust and delight. “Let me see your white cream shoot from your
cock!”
Unconscious of the fact at first, yet unwilling to stop when he
realized what he was doing, O’Bannen began to toy with his nipples with
his free hand as he stroked himself before Trisha. He grunted, then
emitted a long, low groan as he felt the now familiar sensation of
sperm surging through his erect penis.
The first shot spurted out, splattering against Trisha’s stomach,
running down to cover the top of her clean-shaven slit.
“Oh, Felix! It’s so hot!”
The second blast spattered to the floor between them. The third rolled
out, dripping to land between his feet. He kept jerking even after no
more semen emerged.
Trisha laughed, delighted, then stepped forward to hug him. “See? It
feels so good, doesn’t it!”
“Yes,” O’Bannen whispered into her ear. “Yes, it does. Thank you,
Trisha.”
She held him for a long time before pulling away. “Three more things,”
she said as she stood before him, loosely holding his hands.
“Anything,” O’Bannen replied, gazing into her clear blue eyes.
“First, we get you acquainted with anal sex. Second, you tell me where
the map is hidden. Then, third, you masturbate for me again. By that
time, I’m thinking you’ll be totally spent for a while. Then we can
curl up and wait for sunrise and Tyson. Okay?”
O’Bannen tightened his grip on her hands. “Do you really think it’ll
work? That he’ll leave you alone, go for the map, then the treasure,
then you’ll be able to take it from him?”
“I’ve put up with too much from him for it not to work. I think he’ll
be so surprised that I got you to tell me where the map is that he’ll
not even think about anything else for a while. That’ll give us an
edge.”
“Us?”
She smiled sweetly and kissed him lightly. “We’re in this together,
dear Felix. Remember? After Tyson’s gone, the money is mine. And we’re
going to stay together for the rest of our lives.”
O’Bannen pulled her against him, nuzzling her neck. “Where you go,
Trisha, I go. Forever.”
She held him for a few moments longer, then pulled away again. “Are you
ready to learn anal sex?”
O’Bannen shook his head. “No. Let’s keep that as a special treat for
after you’ve gotten the money from Tyson that he’ll get for selling the
statue. Alright?”
She grinned. “Deal. And what a treat it’ll be! I can’t wait to feel
this-” She squeezed his semi-erect shaft. “-in my other hole!”
He pulled her back against him, loving the feel of her soft, warm flesh
pressed so tightly against his naked body. “The map is in a compartment
hidden between the feet of the statue behind the alter. Turn the cross
a quarter of a turn to the right and the compartment will unseal. Pull
out the false bottom and there’s the map.”
“Thank you, sweet Felix. You’ve just saved both our lives.”
O’Bannen sank to the floor, drawing her down with him. “No, sweet
Trisha. You’re the savior here.” He reached over, pulling their
clothing into a soft cushion, then lay her down on it. “Thank you for
saving me.”
Smiling, she reached up and caressed his fully erect shaft with her
fingernails. “Cum for me again. Please? Jerk yourself off and cum on my
breasts.” The fingers of her other hand tweaked her hard nipples as she
spoke.
“Anything for my savior,” O’Bannen whispered to her as he began to
stroke his hard penis as she watched. Within moments, a long rope of
blazing-white semen shot from his member and fell across her petite
chest. A second, far smaller blast followed.
Dipping her fingers into his spent cream, Trisha smiled at him. She
licked her fingers clean, then cooed, “Come here, lover,” as she pulled
him atop her.