Hiding was the only option. The headlights outside belonged to my mother’s car—I recognized the familiar rattle of the engine. Father Elias’s eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of panic and raw, unfiltered lust as he grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the small sacristy room behind the altar, his thick cum still leaking from my freshly fucked asshole and pussy.

“Quiet, you filthy whore,” he hissed, locking the door behind us. The small room was dimly lit by a single candle, filled with vestments, chalices, and holy relics. The scent of incense mixed with the pungent smell of our sex. “Your mother is here. If she finds us,...