Expensive Girl

Satiate

*WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT*

06.30 P.M

We often sit together in the night.
God has one more move left,
I have none.

I just finished my evening prayer as usual, after dinner.

I felt like having a late-night walk out on the street of my hometown. Many would say it' s dangerous to walk around late at night, but I wasn't scared God would protect I was sure of it. 

So here I was walking through the dark badly lit streets, men and women staring at me. I could hear people talk about me, tired of their senseless rumours I grabbed the bible that I always carried with me and focused on the beautifully written paragraphs about God instead of their voices.

The monastery only allowed us to have the necessities, as we were not allowed to become attached to the things humankind made, we should only love what God has made for us.

As I read the psalm from Galatians 5:19-21 'The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.' 

I was so focused on the psalm that I didn't hear the people yelling at me in the background, up until my bible was ripped from my hands because someone snatched me from the street into an alley.

"What do you want from me?"

I screeched as the man dragged me along further into the alley.

I tried to protest and squirm my way out of his grip but he was too strong.

"Little monastery sluts like you shouldn't be out on the street this time a day. Someone might try to do bad things to you".

This guy is insane I thought to myself. But thoughts weren't going to get me anywhere.

I knew I couldn't escape his grasp so I let him drag me along to an old house in the suburbs of the town.

Once in the house he threw me onto a bed, it croaked once I hit it.

"Too bad for you I am one of those men, that hurt Christian sluts like you".

"I am no slut you bastard, you won't hurt me God watches over me."

He didn't seem threatened, at all.

"Your pathetic god won't save you this time, little slut".

He then started chaining me up to the bed, undressing me touching me in places that were meant to stay pure until marriage.

I was whining and yelling to let me go until he slowly pushed his finger into my lower entrance, I let out a sinful moan.

"That's how like it, slut, you're my little slut from now on."

I started crying and moaning even more when he pushed in a second finger.

"You're so tight little slut, I gotta make you loosen up your little hole, you're so tight little one".

Once he was done fingering me he started to undress, he pushed his pants including his underwear and well his fruit, was quite... Big.

"Like what you see little one?"

I just whimpered at his comment. He proceeded to unchain one of my hands and placed it on his fruit.

I tried to yank it away but I still was no match for his strength. He started rubbing my hand up and down, I started to cry even harder. Where was God, why did he let this happen to me. 

Soon enough his fruit was hard enough and he wrapped a condom on it and put it at my entrance.

"Please, don't do this, please I'm begging you."

was all I got out before he thrust in me. The pain was overwhelming, tears were falling down my cheeks as he stretched me out. The more he thrust in me the more I started enjoying it, the speed and roughness felt so pleasing.

"I'm gonna come little one, you ready?"

All I could do was look at him, I was too far gone to say something. He thrust one more time until his seed spilt into the condom, at the same time I came just as hard, I let out a loud moan.

Dear God, please forgive me for sinning like this. He then slowly took his fruit of me and watched until I passed out from exhaustion.
The next morning I woke up in a room unfamiliar, I was devastated. Then I remembered the pleasure from last night and realised how badly I had sinned.

I not only let myself get sexually abused but I enjoyed it immensely.

I remembered a psalm from proverbs 28:13 I read a long time ago it went along the lines of 'Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.' I knew what I had to do, I needed to go to the confessional.