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and you expect to be given advice and some prayers as penance, but after a long, serious silence, all he tells you to do is come back tomorrow at a specific time

and of course you agree

but instead of ending up cleaning pews or helping with candles, the priest puts you on your knees between his legs in the confessional

"your penance," he explains, and forces his cock down your throat. "now, remember: think of how sorry you are for your terrible sins and be quiet."

when confessions are done, you're sitting in a puddle of your own mess, tears covering your face and drool all down your front, and he tells you that you did a very good job, but that you must come back next week to confess any further sins

you try to be good, to not sin, but all you can think about is the priest's cock in your throat, how it made you choke and throb and want

so the next week when you return, dutifully, you admit these thoughts. he demands you explain them in great detail, and then tuts.

"come again tomorrow."

and you do. this time, he puts clamps on your nipples before forcing you down on his cock, and it hurts, hurts so much you're crying, even though you do as your told and remain silent while he takes other people's confessions

and the cycle repeats.

everything's spinning and so you're just a nice, limp little toy to fuck, can't even grab at who is ruining you because you can't tell where they are except for the cock slamming into you and making you sob

only allowed to take them out for hygiene