The girl stood tied to the post with her wrists upraised. The inquisitor in a dark robe approached her very close and looked intently into her large blue eyes.
Are you ready for submission? he asked ingratiatingly.
The girl did not answer, only her lips stretched into a contemptuous smile, and her eyes, without blinking, withstood the gaze of the man.
“Do you know who the first woman I exorcised was?” My sister. The devil strongly resisted, and I had to tinker a lot. Now you understand, if I have not been too ceremonious with kindred flesh, should I show mercy to you?
Having received no answer, the inquisitor walked around the pillar, looking at the girl from all sides and again brought his face closer to her.
- Where is he hiding? Here? The inquisitor's hand rested on the girl's forehead. - Here? - she sank lower and lay down on a high lush chest. - Or where the focus of male sins and at the same time the source of new life?
“Undress me,” the girl answered boldly, “and maybe you will see.”
With one sharp movement, he tore the thin fabric of the shirt, and the girl shivered slightly from the cool air, unceremoniously touching her completely naked body.
“You are beautiful,” the inquisitor said almost with admiration, “and you are able to captivate men even without the help of the devil.” The Lord rewarded you with divine beauty, is this how you repay him?
- Through the lips of the clergy, he forced her to hide under ugly clothes, - the girl answered. “He wanted to turn me into a pathetic old woman. Only Satan truly appreciated my calling: to subdue men.
“Yes, it is the dream of the devil spawn,” the inquisitor raised his voice. - The meaning of the existence of a woman in obedience to a man, the opposite creates chaos. I will teach you obedience! He raised his hand and squeezed the girl's fragile neck with a wide palm. When her face turned slightly red and she began to choke, he released her and walked around the post again, thinking about something. Then he moved closer and stared into teary blue eyes again. “If the devil is in you, perhaps by possessing you, I will possess him?” the inquisitor said thoughtfully.
He again raised his hand to the girl's neck, but did not squeeze it, but, stroking it slightly, slowly lowered it to her chest. Suddenly, the hand abruptly slid down and penetrated between the widely spaced legs, fleshy imperious fingers in a businesslike manner began to explore unknown territory, mastering it with the greed of a pioneer.
A few minutes later, the girl groaned softly, and his hips trembled slightly.
“You see,” the inquisitor whispered with triumph in his voice, without weakening the pressure, “your brain hates me, and your body willingly surrenders to my palm. O crafty female gender, even the devil is unable to correct the weakness of your limber!
Bending down, the inquisitor quickly slipped his muscular arms under the girl's knees and just as quickly straightened up, lifting up and spreading the girl's thighs, and then pressed his strong body to the fragile body of his victim, not giving the slightest opportunity to close his hips. The girl tried to weakly resist, but quickly realized that she was unable to do anything. Soon she felt the inquisitor's long hard cock thrust into her resolutely and juicy, like a battering ram that had smashed the flimsy protection of the wooden gate.
“I have mastered and command you,” the inquisitor almost shouted, wielding his penis with some kind of furious bitterness, like a powerful piston. “Leave this sinful body and go ashamed!”
The girl groaned again, her body trembling, and her face covered with a grimace of frenzy, either from pain, or from delight.
“I have you, unclean spirit!” roared the inquisitor. “I, a fragile vessel made of clay, crush the immortal power of evil in the name of my heavenly father!”
A loud moan escaped from the girl's open mouth, her body seemed to tremble in a fit and suddenly went limp, as if it had settled in the hands of its tormentor, who experienced no less violent emotions. He put her on her feet, and both, breathing heavily, merged together, experienced the fading passion for some more time.
Untying her hands, he found marks on her wrists from the cut ropes.
— Sorry! he muttered guiltily. We'll think of something next time.
“You know, I somehow don’t like this game,” she said hesitantly. - Still, I'm a baptized Christian, although I can't say that I strongly believe in something ... Maybe we'd better go back to the nurse and the stewardess? Why should costumes gather dust ...
“Well, you yourself wanted variety,” he retorted. Even the hardness...
“But not to that extent. I felt uncomfortable when you grabbed my throat.
Well, the role required it. If you don't like it, I'll be more careful.
She headed for the shower, but halfway stopped, as if remembering something, and turned to her husband.
“What did you say about your sister?” she asked carefully.
“It was a fantasy,” he smiled. - I got used to my role so much that I got a little carried away.
She disappeared into the shower, and he remained standing with a strange smile on his lips. His thoughts drifted into the past, evoking old memories. They made his smile wider and wider.