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Losing her faith, Mother Superior sends Sister Kathryn to Father Thomas for counseling and for his spiritual guidance.

Continued from Chapter 1:

"Father Thomas? Hello?" She knocked. "It's Sister Kathryn," she said waiting and listening at the door. She knocked again. "Father Thomas? Mother Superior sent me to see you. She said that I should talk to you and seek your spiritual help," she said through the thick door while pausing to listen again. She waited and listened before calling out again for the last time. "Father Thomas?"

Ready to leave to return to the safety and sanctity of the convent, when she didn't hear any response, she knocked again for the last time. With the gossip and innuendos playing havoc with her mind, even though she didn't believe any of them, nonetheless afraid after all of the rumors she heard about him, she dreaded seeing him alone. Only what choice did she have? She had no choice. Mother Superior sent her to the priest and she couldn't disobey the Holy Mother. With one of her vows to become a nun to obey, she'd have holy Hell to pay if she disobeyed Mother Superior's instructions.

Putting off the inevitable, she just hoped he wasn't there. She prayed that he wasn't there. She'd say an extra hundred Hail Mary's if he doesn't answer his door. Then, when she heard movement from behind the rectory door and heard his voice, she had a heavy heart filled with dread. Obviously picking up on her psychic feelings, her mood turned as dark as her habit and as what she imagined that lurked behind that rectory door. One would think she was seeing Satan, the black Angel of Darkness, and the Devil himself, instead of seeing a man of faith, a man of God, and her priest.

Perhaps nothing more than rumors, she hoped that what she heard about her priest sexually abusing some of the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins and having sex with female parishioners wasn't true. Nothing more than gossip and hearsay, no doubt because he's so handsome, woman are so sexually attracted to him, and because they're so sexually frustrated, she truly believed it wasn't anything more than vicious lies. Yet, seemingly, every time a nun went to see him, she returned to the convent upset and in tears. Every time a nun went to see him, they were transferred to another parish, or they left the convent to live their lives as a married women with children.

Perhaps Father Thomas could clearly see if a nun had what it took to remain a nun. Perhaps he possessed a spiritual way to renew a nun's faith. Perhaps he was the final say whether a nun should stay or go. Perhaps because Father Thomas only saw the weakest nuns, those nuns who struggled with their faith, he really could help them to make the decision that she needed to make. She didn't consider herself as a weak nun but after she confessed to the Holy Mother that she was doubting her faith, perhaps the Holy Mother and Father Thomas deemed her weak.

"Come in Sister Kathryn. Come in," said Father Thomas from the other side of the door. "Welcome," he said coming around from behind his desk as soon as she opened the heavy, rectory door and closed it with a thud behind her. An antique door of beautiful craftsmanship, to buy such a splendid door today would cost a small fortune.

Not wasting any time in making his sexual intentions known, as soon as Sister Kathryn entered the rectory, closed the door behind her, and turned to face him, Father Thomas, who looked like George Clooney playing a priest, was all over her. As if he was a horny, sexually inexperienced, teenage boy, without even any warning, he walked to her and placed his hand on her ample breast through her habit. As if she was there for his sexual taking, he squeezed her breast while fondling her breast. By the shocked look on her face, not expecting her priest to just reach out and grope her breast, he surprised and startled her.

Chapter 2:

In had been a long time, years, since a man had touched her in such a sexual way and even longer since a man had touched her in such a sexually inappropriate way. Before she became a nun, even when on a date, it had been a long time, years, since a man had touched her breast without her welcoming his touch. She was stunned and already traumatized with the knowledge that the rumors she heard about the priest were now true. Instead of sexually arousing her, he sickened her with his touch. Instead of finding him sexually attractive, she found him to be nasty.

'Her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breast' she thought while unable to believe that he was groping her. The words screamed through her head as if a siren of warning. 'Her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breast.' Shocked beyond words, she couldn't believe it.

As if she had died and was moving towards the bright, white light, his inappropriate sexual touch removed her from the present. As if she suddenly wasn't there mentally, emotionally, and/or physically, as if she was having a nightmare, or was watching someone else being sexually molested, she stared down at his hand groping her breast while he stared at her. With him obviously watching for her reaction to see if she'd welcomed his hand and his sexual advances or reject his touch and reject his sexual advances, she froze into inaction. Thinking and believing that he was somehow going to help her renew her faith and restore her belief in God, she was in shock that he was touching, feeling, and fondling her breast.

'How dare he?'

She was a nun and not some whore. Something that no man or woman should ever touch, feel, and fondle especially a man and especially a priest, Father Thomas was touching, feeling, and fondling Sister Kathryn's breast. Touching and feeling her breast while fondling her breast, when she didn't stop him or even protest him touching her in such a sexually inappropriate way, he reached out his other hand to touch, feel, and fondle her other full breast. Obviously, he took her shocked reaction, surprised silence, and stunned inaction as welcoming his touch and wanting his sexual advances. Shocked beyond belief, she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

'Oh, my God,' was all that she could silently think. 'Oh, my God.'

Before she gave herself to God and took her vow of celibacy, she suddenly felt the same way she did when she was dating men who enjoyed feeling her up but who wouldn't take no for an answer. Only, she wasn't a nun then and hadn't taken her vow of celibacy. Moreover, now that her priest was one of those men who seemingly wouldn't take no for an answer, this wasn't some man she was dating. This was her priest who had taken a vow of celibacy too.

'How dare he touch her, feel her, and fondle her in such a sexually inappropriate way,' she thought while still staring down at his hands.

Then, as if touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts wasn't enough, he fingered the impressions that her nipples made through her bra and habit too. As if adjusting the station and volume control knobs on a radio, when he started fingering and pulling out the impressions of her nipples that emerged through her bra and through her habit, he kissed her. As shocked as she was when he reached out his hands to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, she was shocked that he leaned in and kissed her.

It didn't matter than he was a handsome and sexually desirable man. She was a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. She was a Roman Catholic nun who had taken her vow of celibacy. She was married to her Lord God, Jesus Christ. It didn't matter that he looked like George Clooney dressed as a priest. He was a Roman Catholic priest who had taken his vow of celibacy too.

'Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,' were the only words that ran through her mind.

Just as she couldn't believe her priest touched her breasts, felt her breasts, fondled her breasts, and now fingered her nipples through her habit and bra, she couldn't believe her priest kissed her too.

'Oh, my God,' she thought again.

She was cheating on Jesus with of all men, a man of God, who was a Catholic Priest. She was cheating on Jesus with her priest, a man she was sent to by Mother Superior to help her find her faith.

'Oh, my God.'

Even though she didn't do anything other than allow him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples, she just sinned. Paralyzed by his unwelcomed touches, as if he was feeling someone else, some other nun or parishioner, she helplessly stood there watching his hands touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while his fingers fingered her emerging nipples. Unable to stop him, too in shock to stop him, it was as if her soul and her will to resist had left her body. She looked down at his horny hands feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples from the rectory ceiling. Then, as if she just had a religious experience, she felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. As if she had just received an electrical shock, had been Tasered, or had just seen Satan, her eyes bugged out of her head in total disbelief that her priest had not only sexually molested her but also sexually aroused her.

'Oh, my God,' she thought while shocked that she was wet.

Unable to move herself away from his touch, with her nipples one of her erogenous zones, he was sexually exciting her by just fingering and pulling out her nipples. Before she was a nun, common and expected for a man to feel her breasts and finger her nipples while kissing her when she was on a date but she thought that was in her sexual past. Now that she was a nun, a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she never expected her breasts to be groped, felt and fondled. She never expected her nipples to be fingered in such a wanton sexual way and especially not by her priest. Under the protection and watchful eye of God, she thought she'd be safe in the rectory from being sexually abused by of all men, her priest.

'How dare he?'

Then, if it wasn't enough that he was feeling her breasts while fingering her nipples through her habit and bra, not even giving her a chance to resist, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. As if she was his wife or his girlfriend, he took ownership of her body as if she wasn't even a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. As if he had done this many times before, as he pulled her to him, he reached his hand down and around her to feel her firm, shapely, virginal ass through her long, loose, black robe and panties.

As if he had touched and felt her there before, as if his hand belonged there and was an appendage of her body, his big hand felt heavy but good on her ass. Seemingly with him knowing exactly how to sexually feel her ass, he must have had plenty of practice with other innocent nuns and lonely parishioners. With all the men who had ever felt, fondled, and groped her ass, he was the ass expert. She didn't think she could be sexually aroused by someone, by her priest just feeling her ass, but she was.

'Oh, my God,' she thought not with shock but with sexual excitement.

First with him touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts before fingering her nipples through her habit and bra, as soon as he felt her ass through her habit and panties, she was sick to her stomach again. She couldn't believe she was being so groped, touched, felt, and fondled. She couldn't believe she was being so sexually used and abused. She wanted to vomit her disgust all over his black suit and white collar.

More than feeling sick that she was being sexually violated, she felt embarrassed. She felt humiliated. She felt insulted. She was angry. Then, when he continued feeling her ass in such a sexual way while groping her breast, unable to stop herself from feeling the rush of sexual arousal, she was sexually excited.

'Dear God,' she silently prayed. 'Help me to resist temptation. Help me to remain strong against this Devil disguised as a priest.'

Regardless of her obvious sexual excitement, a human reaction she couldn't control, just as he was a Catholic priest, she was a Catholic nun. Just as she'd never sexually and inappropriately grope, touch, feel, and fondle him, she couldn't believe that he was groping, touching, feeling, and fondling her. How dare he touch her in such a vile, sexual way? How dare he forsake his vow of celibacy to touch and feel her in such disrespectful, a sexual way? When she was the one losing her faith for having thoughts of wanting to marry a mortal man, have a child, and raise a family, he just wanted to have sex. Seemingly, he didn't care about her internal struggle of her losing her faith and about the recourses of their religion. Her being there was just a sexual opportunity to him.

'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'Oh, my God,' she silently prayed.

Then, with his fingers parting her butt cheeks through her clothes, when he attempted to part her lips with his tongue, as if awakening her from her nightmare with his attempted French kiss, she balked and recoiled. Instead of returning his kiss, pushing him away as if he was the Devil in disguise as a priest instead of a man of God, she turned her head from him and took a step back. Even though she was sexually aroused, she felt sexually assaulted. Even though she was sexually excited, she felt sexually molested. Even though she suddenly wanted to have her wicked sexual way with him in the way he was having his wicked sexual way with her, she felt brutalized by all men, and especially by her trusted priest.

'How dare he abused his power in this way,' she thought. 'He's no better than the Holy Mother making a pass at her and Sisters Angelica and Dolores asking her to join their lesbian affair,' she thought while still stunned that all of this was happening to her.

No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would have grabbed her by her neck, kissed her, and forced himself on her. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would stripped her naked and touched and felt her everywhere a priest should never touch and feel a nun. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would have grabbed her by her neck pulled her head down and forced her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would bent her across his desk, lifted her habit, pulled down her panties, and fucked her. Suddenly he awakened her with his inappropriate, sexual touch, she responded.

"Father Thomas! How dare you? What are you doing?"

He looked at her as if she was the crazy one.

"What am I doing?" He pushed back his chestnut brown hair as if he was a movie star on the set instead of a priest. "I'm saving you from yourself by helping to restore your faith," he said with a sick laugh.

With her being such a good and kind nun, she stared at him with all the hate she could muster, which by his insistency of him wanting to have sex with her wasn't nearly enough.

"How dare you treat me with such disregard and disrespect as if I'm a whore? I'm a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins and, as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, you must treat me with the respect that I so deserve," she said.

As if she was proud of being chaste and innocent, she stood tall and pushed out her chest. As if being a virgin was something to proclaim, she suddenly felt ridiculous that she was a virgin at her mature age. When young women half her age are having premarital sex and getting pregnant, she questioned why she had chosen this path. Especially with her being sexually abused by her priest and having to ward of lesbian passes made by her Holy Mother and her sister nuns, she couldn't help but feel that the Catholic religion was nothing more than a sham. Filled with gay and lesbian sex, she couldn't help but feel that the Catholic Church was a haven for sexual deviates and perverts.

Hopefully God will forgive her for thinking this but she suddenly felt ridiculous being married to Jesus and not being married to a mortal man. She suddenly wanted to be married to someone that she could hold, touch, kiss, and feel the weight of his body on top of her while making love to her before fucking her. Should she remain a nun in good standing in the Holy Order of Virgins, destined to be a virgin for the rest of her life, what choice did she have now? This was the only life she had known for the past ten years. If she left the order now, people would think there was something wrong with her for quitting being a nun. People would think she did something wrong and was asked to leave instead of leaving the Holy Order of Virgins voluntarily.

She scolded him as if he was one of her disrespectful students who accidentally or deliberately touched her breasts. She rebuked him as if he was her date who bought her dinner and/or took her to a movie and now expected her to give him sex. Not a prude, whether it was accidental or deliberate, she had been touched more than once by a hand reaching through a crowd on the street. Yet, nothing more than a passing, quick, desperate grope on a crowded bus or subway train, she had never been sexually touched and felt in such a disrespectful and sexually abusive way since she became a nun.

Suddenly, with him awakening the sexual beast that lay sleeping within her, even though she was a virgin, she felt ridiculous to say that she was a virgin and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. Suddenly, with him awakening the sexual beast that lay sleeping within her, even though she was a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she felt wicked. She felt horny. Seemingly now, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Only, she couldn't do that. She took a vow of celibacy. She was married to Jesus. Just as she could never break her vow of celibacy, she couldn't throw her life of hard work, dedication, and devotion for sex.

She looked at him as if he had physically hurt her. She looked at him as if he had stabbed her heart with a knife instead of trying to part her full, pink lips with his slimy, snakelike tongue. She looked at him as if he had tried to rape her when he parted her ass cheeks through her habit and through her panties with his fingers. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her sexual past who were unable to take no for an answer when she told them that she wouldn't go all the way. She looked at him as if he was the Devil instead of a priest.

Only, with him indeed her priest, she expected more respect and more self-control from him that what he had shown her. At the very least, she expected him not to sexually assault her and physically brutalize her. She expected to feel safe in his presence when alone with him in the rectory and in God's house of worship. She expected him not to touch and feel her in such an inappropriate, unwanted, and uninvited sexual way. How dare he?

Yet, even though he was her priest, reverting back to the sexual woman she was before becoming a nun, she treated him in the same way that she treated all men who wouldn't take no for an answer. Being that she was married to Jesus, especially since she was married to Jesus, she looked at him as if he had just sinned against the Catholic Church and against God. By daring to sexually and inappropriately touch and feel her, he was not only breaking his vow of celibacy but trying to make her break her vow of celibacy too.

How dare he temp her to break her vow of celibacy. How dare he break the 7th Commandment, Thou shall not commit adultery and the 10th Commandment, Thou shall not covet thou neighbor's wife. Now, with her no longer thinking of herself as a beautiful woman, she thought of herself as a Catholic Nun. Instead of thinking of herself as a sexually desirable woman, she thought of herself as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. She thought of herself as one of the wives of Jesus Christ, our Lord God and Savior.
Now instead of thinking of him as her priest, she thought of him as if he was a sexual predator and he was. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past when she told them that she was saving her virginity for her husband, whomever he may be. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past who were intent on despoiling her and deflowering her after she told them she couldn't see them anymore. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past who were intent on despoiling her and deflowering her after she told them she that she was intent on becoming a nun. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past who were intent on despoiling her and deflowering her after she told them she that she was saving herself for Jesus.

Instead of respecting her, thinking she was just giving them an excuse not to have sexual intercourse with them, they laughed at her. Instead of honoring her decision to remain a virgin, they tempted her with sex before trying to force themselves on her. As if she was their mountain they needed to climb and their conquest they needed to make, seemingly she insulted their manhood by wanting to remain a virgin. Yet, instead of apologizing to them for accepting their invitation to go out on a date with them, even though she had already given her heart, her body, and her soul to God, she never saw them again. Obviously, they didn't care about her as a person and in the way that her priest obviously doesn't care that she was a nun. They just wanted to have sex with her. They just wanted to fuck her.

'Good riddance. Bye,' she thought whenever thinking about closing that door to her past and to all of those men in her sexual life.

Those men who constantly and continually pressured her to have sex, especially those men who pressured her to have sexual intercourse, inspired her to become a nun. Before she made her decision to become a nun and to give herself to body, her mind, her soul, and her heart to God, she gave her dates hand jobs. She even gave them blowjobs while they felt her tits and fingered her nipples but she wouldn't make love to them. She wouldn't have sexual intercourse with them and fuck them of course. With her still indecisive about becoming a nun, just in case she made her decision, she needed to remain a virgin. A rare woman and an odd duck, with her still a virgin and with it an odd thought for her to have, she was saving her pussy for Jesus.

She still couldn't believe the inappropriate behavior of Father Thomas. How dare he touch, feel, and fondle her breasts through her clothes. How dare he sexually arouse her by fingering the impressions of her emerging nipples through her habit and her bra? How dare he reach around behind her to feel her virginal ass and part her ass cheeks with his fingertips through her habit and panty? How dare he try and kiss her, French kiss her, and kiss her in such a passionately sexual way while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and feeling her ass through her clothes? How dare he tempt her to break her vow of celibacy?

Instead of having to handle a horny man on a date, a man who seemingly had four hands, she had a new threat to her virginity from unexpected villains, first the Holy Mother, then sisters Christine, Angelica, and Dolores, and now her priest of all people. It was one thing when Mother Superior pushed her back on her bed when she unexpectedly came in her room to talk to her in private. It was quite another thing when she touched her naked breast through her nightgown, fingered her nipple, and reached between her legs to finger her naked pussy.

'Oh, my God,' she thought to herself while remembering that disturbing episode of sexual abuse.

It was something else entirely when she tried to part her lips with her tongue and tried to kiss her, French kiss. Feeling sexually abused from all angles, it was another thing when Sister Christine touched her naked breast and grabbed her naked ass when she was taking a shower. Yet this, her own priest trying to have his wicked sexual way with her was too much. Continually having to defend herself to save her honor and her virginity, she rebuked the Holy Mother in the way she reproved Sister Christine, Sisters Angelica and Dolores, and now admonished Father Thomas.

Who next? The Bishop? No doubt, if she met the Cardinal, he'd want to fuck her too. Maybe, if he had the chance to have an audience with him alone, perhaps the Pope would do her too. As if they never made them before God, how could these men take their vows of celibacy so lightly?

How dare he treat her in such a disrespectful way? How dare he touch her, feel her, and fondle her through her habit and underwear? How dare he sexually arouse her and give her erotic thoughts by fingering her nipples through her habit and bra? How dare he sexually excite her by fingering her nipples through her bra and feeling her ass through her habit and panty? How dare he disrespect her station in the church and disrespect her holy crucifix that hung from her neck by feeling her ass through her clothes while trying to French kiss her?

'Oh, my God.'

Maybe he should grope, feel, and fondle one of the other nuns, nuns she knows who have had sex with men and/or with women even after taking their vows celibacy. As if they're still whores, some nuns are just as slutty now as they were before they took their vows of celibacy. As if they're celebrity movie stars going to a club, some nuns don't even have the modesty of wearing panties beneath their habits. As if they're looking for someone to help them break their vow of celibacy, some nuns curse and tell off color jokes about men's private parts.

Only, she wasn't one of those nuns. Even though she had a sexual past, she wasn't anything like them. Already having had her sexual experiences that she appropriately put behind her, she was a good, kind, and morally modest nun. If any nun was a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she exemplified the definition. She was here for God and not here to have sex with other nuns, her priest, and/or her parishioners.

Now, after catching Sister Mary with Playgirl magazines and catching Sister Theresa reading erotic and pornographic stories on Literotica, that was mild in comparison to what Mother Superior wanted and what Father Thomas was intent on doing to her virginal body. She was embarrassed when she walked in on Sister Angelica and Sister Dolores when they were both naked, going down on one another, and having lesbian sex while in the 69 position. She was even more embarrassed when they showed her no embarrassment, shame, modestly, and/or remorse by asking her to get naked too and join them.

Just as how dare her priest try and have sex with her, how dare the Holy Mother proposition her? How dare Sisters Angelica and Dolores try and enlist her into their little lesbian conclave? Obviously, when it comes to breaking vows over sex, the Church is broken? Obviously, when it comes to taking the vow of celibacy, with the Church turning a blind eye, these vows were meant to be broken. These vows were meaningless in the eyes of the Catholic Church.

'Dear God in Heaven, please deliver me from evil,' she thought when looking at her priest.

Seemingly twisted in his own mind, he looked at her as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her and maybe she did. Seemingly, he looked at her as if she wasn't a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins but a slut and a whore and maybe she was. Maybe he saw something in her that she was unable to see, admit, or realize. Seemingly possessed by the Devil, he looked at her as if he was no longer a man of God but a disciple of Satan.

How dare he treat her as if she was just another woman, a slutty whore from his congregation of lonely, sexually frustrated housewives, instead of treating her as one of the wives of Jesus? How dare he violate his vow of celibacy, abuse his power as a priest in the Catholic Church, and shame his collar by trying to have sex with her? How dare he? How dare he? How dare he?

"Of course. I see the issue now. I understand. I'm sorry. Relax. Bless you, my child," he said blessing her by making the sign of the cross with his extended hand and fingers. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost," he said. "We should talk about this before we continue, shall we?"

Talk about what? What's there to talk about? There's nothing to talk about. Continue? Continue with what? She's not going to continue with anything that he wants her to do sexually. The only thing she wanted to continue with doing was to leave the rectory and to return to the sanctity of the convent and to the safety of her room. Not inviting her to sit, with her looking as if she was ready to bolt, Father Thomas walked around her and locked his rectory door.

'Oh, oh,' she thought. 'Now what? Is he going to strip himself naked? Is he going to strip me naked too? Is he going to rape me? Is he going to force me to give him sex? Because she's now being kicked out of the convent as of this day after meeting with her priest, is he going to ruin her for God and fuck her?'

"Father?"

Now panicked, Sister Kathryn looked from him to look at the locked door before returning her focused attention to her priest. She could run, perhaps even beat him to the locked door but, unless she lifted her habit to mid-thigh, it was hard for her to run without tripping over what she was wearing. She didn't know what to do other than to pray.

'Dear God in Heaven, please save me from this demonic priest. Dear Virgin Mary, please allow me to keep my virginity. Dear Saint Michael, please slay this diseased priest,' she silently prayed.

"There's no need to worry, my child. I'm not going to rape you, Sister Kathryn," he said with a demonic laugh. As if she was the crazy one, he talked to her in a calming voice, a voice that a psychiatrist would use with a patient. "Just in case there's an intruder, I lock my door whenever I want privacy," he said. "As you may know, this church is filled with prying eyes, busybodies, and sexually frustrated housewives who don't have a life of their own and who have grown sexually attracted to their priest."

'Sexually attracted to their priest? Oh, my God. By his own confession, the rumors of him having sex with the sexually frustrated housewives of his congregation as well as weak nuns are true,' she thought while trying to remain calm and not panic.

Suddenly, a myriad of thoughts ran through her mind. She wondered how many women he had sex with in his congregation. She wondered how many women he had sex with from other congregations. She wondered how many women he had sex with since becoming a priest. While leaving their morals and modesty behind, she wondered how many sexually frustrated housewives he counselled and consoled without the modesty of their clothes. Seemingly, his priestly position and white collar worked as a chick magnet.

Then she wondered how many women he impregnated and how many children sitting in church were his. He has no right to call himself priest. He should be excommunicated. He should be banned from the Church. How dare he call himself a priest?

She had a good mind to report him to the Bishop. Only, with the Bishop a man too, who probably has had sexual indiscretions with parishioners as well as with nuns, what good would her reporting him do? If the Catholic Church didn't take action when priests were sexually abusing children, why would they take action now when priests use their position of power to sexually abuse nuns and parishioners? Especially when some of those nuns and parishioners who were sexually solicited were consenting adults, just because priests and nuns had broken their vows of celibacy, seemingly as far as the Catholic Church was concerned, it was no big deal. In the way that politicians customarily take bribes and police officers are on the take, the clergy have sex behind closed doors while imposing their holier than thou wills upon the masses.

Are there no more honorable people in the world? If she couldn't trust a politician who proclaims that he or she is a public servant, while serving their own personal agenda, who could she trust? If she couldn't trust a police officer who is sworn to uphold the law and then breaks the law by stealing from those thieves and drug dealers who steal from the public, who could she trust? If she couldn't trust her own Holy Mother and her sister nuns who made lesbian, sexual passes at her, who could she trust? If she couldn't trust a priest who took a vow of celibacy and was now determined to have sex with her in the private sanctity of his rectory, who could she trust? Is there no one, other than God, that she could trust?

As if Father Thomas was about to say a silent prayer, he bowed his head before looking up at the statute of Jesus that was positioned on the rectory wall behind her. Then, looking down from the statue, he looked at her with sexually excited eyes. With her trying to understand his motives in wanting to have sex with her, she looked at him with questioning eyes. In the way she took a vow of celibacy, he did too. In the way she was a woman of God, he was a man of God too. Yet, now erasing all of that with just a look, in the way he looked at her with sex, she looked at him with fright.

"Talk about what? I don't even know why I'm here in the rectory alone with you," said Sister Kathryn with a defiant attitude. She folded her arms across her breasts in the way one of the disobedient, young girls does that she teaches in parochial school.

Even though she was shocked, insulted, and angry that her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples, feeling her ass through her clothes, and trying to French kiss her, unable to stop the rush, she was sexually excited. Other than by her own fingers, it had been a very long time, years, since she was this sexually aroused by a man. Now feeling shame and embarrassment that she'd have such human, sexual feelings, she'd have to say a thousand Hail Mary's and flog herself with her leather rosary beads as soon as she returned to her room. Even more than that and even though none of this was her fault, she'd have to ask for God's forgiveness for sexually desiring a mere, mortal man over him, her husband. How dare she?

Perhaps, something planned between Mother Superior and Father Thomas, being tempted, maybe they were testing her faith to see what she'd do and how far she'd go. Maybe instead of falling to her knees to pray, they suspected that she'd fall to her knees to suck. Maybe this was nothing more than a test of her faith and the reason why Mother Superior sent her to see the priest. Duh, how dumb can she be not to see that this was nothing more than a test of her faith?

'Yes, of course, that's what this is. Especially when she had already rejected Mother Superior's lesbian solicitation, this is a test and the reason why the Holy Mother sent her to a priest, a man for this test of faith,' she thought. 'Of course this is a test, what else could this be? This is a test. This is just a test. No sense getting my panties in a bunch, it's just all a test of me and of my faith. If that's the case and if, indeed, this is just a test, I welcome the opportunity to pass such a test of my faith,' she thought to herself as if talking to herself.

After the recent sexual abuse scandal of Catholic Priests sexually using and abusing young boys, she had confessed to Mother Superior that she was having a difficult time believing. She was conflicted whether she should leave the order for marriage and to start a family. After working with children for so long, she'd love to have a child of her own.

Yet, now that such immediate action was taken on her behalf, she needed to be judicious in what she voiced to her Holy Mother. Obviously, what she deemed as just a hiccup in her faith was a monumental moment to Mother Superior and Father Thomas. Instead of being angry with them, she needed to thank them and be grateful for their immediate help and spiritual support.

'God bless them. God bless the both of them,' she silently thought.

She laughed at her folly in thinking that the Holy Mother and her priest were trying to temp her to break her vow of celibacy. How silly for her to think that? So foolish of her to think that such a holy woman and such a holy man would break their vows of celibacy for mere sex, she needed to be more trusting. She needed to believe that not everyone was out to get her. She needed to know that she was now in a safe place.

'Now that I know what this was, this is just about them wanting to see if I'd stumble in my faith for sex,' she thought. 'If that's the case, bring it on Father. Give me your best shot and I'll show you that, just as I'd never break my vow of celibacy, I'd never lose my faith in God and/or in my religion for sex with you or with anyone else but with Jesus.'

To be continued...

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