I was beyond redemption.

After what Father Dominic did to me on the private altar, I spent the entire day in silent prayer, begging God for forgiveness while my pussy throbbed and leaked at the memory. Yet when the abbey fell quiet after evening service, I found myself sneaking into the vast, empty main chapel like the whore of Babylon I had become.

The moon shone through the stained-glass windows, casting colored light across the grand marble altar. Father Dominic was already waiting, wearing only his open cassock, his massive cock hard and menacing in the holy space.

“Lock the main doors, Sister Elena,” he commanded, voice echoing through the...