Depravicus (23 page)

"Got any free
samples?"

"I'll go and
have a look in my car. I'm sure I have a few items left."

"OK," Will
grinned. "I'll get you another drink."

This was
brilliant, Will thought, rubbing his hands together. If he could
get hold of sex toys at the right price, preferable for nothing, he
could sell them at a handsome profit. Advertising the gear on his
website would bring some orders in. A free vibrator with every pair
of soiled panties, he thought happily. Or, a free pair of soiled
panties with every vibrator. Of course, he'd have to test the
vibrators and butt-plugs on Lana. And Lolita and Esra and Levan...
Things were looking better than ever, he mused as the phone rang.
Slipping into the kitchen and grabbing the receiver, he was
surprised to hear the Reverend Mother's voice.

"I need you to
take confession," she said.

"What?" Will
gasped. "You want me to..."

"Father Kosher
is otherwise engaged."

Shagging some
choirboy's arse, more than likely.

"I wouldn't
blame you if you said no."

"In that case,
no."

"It's not me
you'd be helping out. It's the girls who need you."

"I'm always
free to help out with anyone."

"If you could
come up to the convent now I'd appreciate it."

"Give me ten
minutes."

"I won't be
around, I'm afraid. Go straight to the chapel and... Well, you know
what to do."

"I know what
to do, all right. I mean... I'll be there shortly."

This was
another turn up for the books, Will mused, nipping upstairs and
donning his cassock. He'd not taken confession for months, and was
rather looking forward hearing the terrible sins the convent girls
had committed. He chuckled inwardly, bounding downstairs and
leaving the house. Passing the manufacturer rummaging through the
boot of his car, Will explained that he'd be back shortly and asked
him to leave the free samples with the barmaid. She'd probably test
the goods, he thought, striding down the lane. And slime the
vibrators with girl-cum. Mmm, nice.

Entering the
convent by the main doors, the aphrodisiacal scent of pussies
filling his nostrils, he made his was to the chapel. He was sure
that the Reverend Slagger had some devious plan stuffed up her
habit, but there was nothing she could pin on him. Taking
confession was hardly illegal, he reflected, eyeing half a dozen
girls sitting on the pews in the chapel. There again, the way he
took confession might be. Entering the confession box, the girls'
chattering fading as they prepared to reveal their dark sexual
secrets, he made himself comfortable and waited for his first
victim.

"Forgive me,
Father, for I have sinned," came the familiar line.

"Were you
naked when you committed..." Will began. He must control himself.
"Tell me about your sin, my child."

"I got into
another girl's bed."

"Great! I
mean... What did you do?"

"Touched her,
Father."

"Go on," he
said, happening to look up and notice a microphone taped in the
corner of the box. Microphones had been the bane of his life, he
reflected.

"I touched
between her thighs," the girl continued. "She touched me and licked
me and..."

"I don't think
you need say any more," Will interrupted, eyeing the microphone.
"You are forgiven, my child. Go now, and make good your
contrition."

"But, don't
you want to ask me about it?"

"No."

"I thought...
Don't you want to know more about my sin?"

"There's no
need for that."

"Look," she
said, lifting her skirt and pressing her pussy lips against the
grille.

"Would you ask
the next girl to come in, please?" Will breathed shakily, eyeing
the crack of her vagina.

"There's more,
Father," she said, parting the lips of her vaginal slit and
exposing her intimate pink folds.

"What is it,
my child?" Will asked, following the microphone wire to a small
socket. Ripping the plug out, he grinned. "Please, tell me your
innermost secrets."

"I don't know
how to say it, Father," she murmured, peeling the lips of her cunny
wider apart. "I can't bring myself to confess the terrible things
I've done."

"Start by
telling me about your hot, wet, tight little cunt, my child. Tell
me how other girls lick your juicy cunt."

"I'm rather
embarrassed," she said softly. "I'd prefer you to ask me
questions."

And the tape
was going to be edited, landing him in the shit. "Would you like me
to lick your cunt?" he asked, his cock rising beneath his cassock.
"I could bring you off in my mouth. Would you like that?"

"No I
wouldn't," she stammered, pressing her naked pussy to the grille
again.

Will
frequently took confession at the convent when he'd been a priest,
and he'd made one or two adjustments to the confession box to aid
cock sucking and pussy licking. One such adjustment being the quick
removal of the grille. Flipping a small catch, he lowered the
hinged grille and gazed at the girl's naked pussy lips, the wet
crack of her vagina. There was a constant supply of teenage cunny,
he mused. Every month, more girls reached the age of fuckability.
This little beauty was one of thousands, he thought happily, eyeing
the opaque liquid streaming from her valley of sexual desire.
Moving forward, he licked her sex slit, tasting the lubricious
juices of her hot cuntal duct.

"Oh," she
gasped, leaping back. "What are you doing to me?"

"Licking your
sweet cunt," Will chuckled. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"No. I'm
shocked, Father. Do you do this to all the girls who come to
confession?"

"Oh, yes. In
fact, I usually fuck them senseless. I invite them to my house and
sexually abuse their little naked bodies."

"Great," she
murmured, obviously delighted with his confession.

"And now,"
Will said, standing and lifting his cassock. "You can suck my knob
and swallow my spunk."

"God," she
gasped as he pushed his cock through the large square hole in the
dividing wall.

"Suck it and
lick it."

"No, I..."

"Come on,"
Will urged her. "There are other girls waiting."

"Are you
threatening me?"

"Yes, I am. I
can have you expelled. Unless you suck my cock I'll make sure
you're thrown out of this school."

"Great," she
whispered again.

His eyes
closing as he felt the girl's hot mouth envelope the globe of his
penis, he let out a rush of breath. Again the Reverend lying
slag-bag had failed miserably in her insane quest to destroy him.
But the girl thought his confession was being recorded, and he was
going to make the most of her fuckable body. As she sucked,
expertly snaking her tongue over the swollen globe, he decided to
come out with more incriminating words.

"I'll make
sure that you have nothing but trouble at this school unless you
swallow my sperm when I come," he breathed.

"You're
forcing me to do this," she whimpered as she slipped his cock out
of her mouth. "I don't want to suck your thing. You're forcing me,
making me suck your thing against my will."

"I make all
girls suck my knob," he laughed. "And that's not all. I strip them
naked and lick them all over too. I shave their cunny hair and fuck
their arses."

"Great."

"Now, suck my
knob and drink my spunk. If you don't I'll have the nuns report to
the Reverend Mother and tell her they saw you stealing from the
village stores. You'll not only be expelled, but thrown in
prison."

As she sucked
his glans deep again, Will chuckled softly. The Reverend Slagger
was unwittingly helping Will to lay his hands on sexy girls, making
sure he got his share of juicy fanny. This really was brilliant, he
reflected as the girl swept her tongue over his sperm-slit. His
heavy balls rolling, his shaft twitching, he shuddered as his spunk
jetted from his throbbing knob. The girl coughed and spluttered as
her mouth filled and overflowed. Swallowing hard, she drank from
his orgasming fountainhead, draining his heaving balls. Looking
down through the hole, Will focused on her lips stretched tautly
around his twitching cockshaft as his balls emptied.

"Very good,"
he gasped as she finally slipped his cock out of her mouth.

"You forced me
to..." she began, licking her spunked lips.

"Yes, I know,"
Will grinned, retaking his seat and gazing at her flushed face, the
white liquid running down her chin. "Send the next tart in
here."

"You can't
talk like that," she gasped, surprised. "You're supposed to be
a..."

"I'm a normal
man," Will interrupted her. "A normal man who enjoys fucking. Now I
want to shove my cock up a girl's arsehole, so send the next filthy
little tart in."

As the girl
left the confession box, Will rubbed his hands together gleefully.
This was easy, he reflected, tugging his cassock down to conceal
his salivated cock, his sperm-glistening knob. Giggling and shrieks
of laughter filling the chapel, Will assumed that the girl had told
her friends what she'd done to the priest. No doubt the other girls
were keen to 'confess' their sins, he thought, his cock rising
again. Recalling how some of the girls had bent over and pushed
their bottoms through the hole in the dividing wall, Will wondered
whether to fuck or bugger the next girl. Both, he decided.

"Would you
step out of the confession box, please?" PC Bridlington asked,
pulling the curtain aside.

"Oh,
Constable," Will smiled as the girls fled the chapel. "I didn't
expect to see you here."

"It's all on
tape," the man said.

"What is?"
Will asked innocently, concealing a wicked grin as he discreetly
plugged the microphone into the small socket and slipped the grille
back into place.

"The way you
talk to girls during confession."

"I don't know
what you mean," he frowned, leaving the box.

"If you'll
step this way, I'll play you the tape."

Following the
man to the Reverend Mother's study, Will couldn't wait for the tape
to be played. Apart from the first minute or so, the tape would be
blank, nothing but silence coming from the machine. The Reverend
Mother standing with her back to the window, her arms folded, a
conceited grin across her ugly face, Will donned an expression
depicting anxiety as he entered the study. Holding his hand to his
head, he watched the Constable slip the cassette tape into a
machine and press the play button.

"Forgive me,
Father, for I have sinned," the girl's voice emanated from the
machine.

"Were you
naked when you committed... Tell me about your sin, my child."

"There!" PC
Bridlington beamed triumphantly, stopping the tape.

"I was trying
to help the girl by prompting her," Will returned. "People
sometimes find it difficult to confess their sins without a little
help."

"All right,"
the reverend Mother said. "Let's hear some more."

"I got into
another girl's bed," the girl confessed.

"Great! I
mean... What did you do?"

"Great?" the
Constable frowned, stopping the tape again. "You seem to think it's
great when a girl confesses..."

"I was about
to say great Scott," Will smiled. "Obviously, I was shocked by the
girl's confession. Shocked to the very core of my very soul."

"Play the rest
of the tape," the Slagger grinned. "And we'll discover the horrific
depths of his depravity."

Silence coming
from the machine, PC Bridlington fiddled with the controls.
Removing the cassette, he examined the tape and slipped it back
into the machine. The Reverend Mother snatching the machine and
pressing the buttons, Will held his hand to his mouth and stifled a
snigger. This was priceless, he thought, nothing but a soft hissing
sound coming from the machine as the hag-bag turned the volume up
to maximum.

Wandering
around the study while they toyed with the machine, Will noticed a
pile of letters placed on the filing cabinet. Nonchalantly reading
the top letter, he slipped it into the pocket of his cassock. The
letter was from one of the parents complaining that their daughter
had been subjected to some form of abuse in her dormitory by some
older girls. Glancing at the next letter, Will noticed that it,
too, was from a complaining parent. This was an opportunity to
wreak havoc, he knew as he glanced at the slagger and PC
Bridlington. Grabbing the pile of letters, he stuffed them up his
cassock and walked towards the door.

"I'll leave
you to play with the machine," he smiled.

"Er... Yes,"
PC Bridlington breathed despondently.

"You'll be
hearing from me," the Reverend Slagger hissed.

"The only
thing I'd like to hear from you is silence," Will chuckled. "Rather
like your tape."

"One more
thing," the Constable broke in. "Have you ever been to this study
before?"

"Not for at
least six or seven months," Will replied. "Why do you ask?"

"A file's been
stolen. And some exam papers."

"One of the
Reverend Mother's nuns, I would imagine."

"One of my
nuns steal from me?" the woman gasped.

"It wouldn't
be the first time," Will smiled. "I'll be seeing you."

Leaving the
study he dashed along the corridor and left the building before the
slagger discovered the letters had gone missing. Making his way
down the lane he pulled the letters out from beneath his cassock
and began reading them. Many parents weren't at all happy at the
way their daughters were being treated, not only by the older girls
but several nuns. There were all sorts of accusations. Happening to
notice several blank sheets of paper bearing the school's
letterhead, Will decided to reply to a few of the parents.