Chapter Four -- The Penitent The road re-entered the forest, so for the next hour Danka continued walking in darkness. She had to go slowly to avoid tripping and to avoid wandering off the road. However, the birds were singing, so the spooky silence of the deepest part of night had passed. When Danka emerged into another cleared area, the sky was already...
Jack yawned as he stood in his black clerical robe in front of the last temple in the quaint little village, waiting for the priest to lock up and go home. Yet another year had passed him by as his stature continued to grow with his church for being the most successful force behind the church's expansion. He had spread the message of the almighty to thousand...
The chiming of the doorbell echoed through the large house. Kat debated ignoring it, but then set aside the book she'd been reading and unwound herself from the sofa. She knew that Isabel and Jean-Paul, both night owls, wouldn't be up to answer the door. She opened the door and took a step back in shock. "You," said Kat. "How on Earth did you find me?" Th...
I was pulling in the air sharply between my teeth. I rubbed my black gloved hand together swiftly. The thick, puffy police jacket was cozy warm, yet the winter air pulled on the fringes of my body: Up the pant sleeve and every strip of skin on the face that wasn't covered by the scarf. I let the air out into a big puffy cloud f vapor in the pitch black night...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Anita I regained consciousness slowly. The first thing I became aware of was a heavy weight in my mind. My magic. Why couldn't I reach my magic? I opened my eyes. Two men leered down at me. "She's awake," said one. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. Still trying...
Hello Preston, Do you remember me? I'm Angela. With me on my knees and with you having a view of the top of my head more than any other part of me, you may not remember what I look like. You may not remember my pretty face. Other than recognizing my big tits, your favorite part of me along with my talented mouth, you may not remember who I am at all, espec...
Father Charles' Unusual Sunday Brunch Chapter 1, The Invitation Father Charles Dodson, the thirty year old pastor of St. Joseph's Catholic Church, was sitting at the dining table in the rectory kitchen waiting patiently for his lunch to be served. He was wearing skimpy but comfortable running shorts, tennis shoes with short socks, and a loose fitting light...
The chapel had fallen into disrepair, the people no longer felt any need of it and it had been in misuse for many years, stood dark and cold at the edge of the village, like the shell of a body which has lost its heart, its soul, its purpose. But once every week, on what would once have been a holy day, Agatha would sit at her window which overlooked the ch...
Confession Time "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been six months since my last confession. Since then..." My voice is soft; barely an audible whisper yet carries through the ornate divider without hindrance; its solid panel having been drawn back with a light rasping sound. "I ... I have missed Mass, three times, told several lies and, Father,...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Convers...