Healing Sacrament, Part 1

[F4M] Healing Sacrament, Part I [fsub][Mdom][self-degradation] [sacrilegious][blasphemy][rape][blowjob][abuse][forced masturbation][oral-gangbang][sin][atonement][brainwashing][Roman Catholicism][priests][corrupted soul][scandalous] 

Disclaimer: This is a fantasy script/post, written by an adult, intended for an adult audience only.  All characters depicted are 18 or over. 

 

Please note: All SFX are optional.

 

--Script start--

 

(A door opens and closes.  Keys jangle as they are dropped on a table.)

 

Oh.  Umm…hi, mom and dad.  I didn’t expect you guys to be up.  You know I’m always home by curfew.  I always follow your rules, you know that. When in all my eighteen years have I ever disobeyed you guys? I honor my mother and my father. What…what’s the problem?  I’m home by curfew tonight, aren’t I?  I realize I cut it close – two minutes to go.  Oh, well if it’s not the time you’re concerned about, then...?  What is it? what did I do??  My “activities”?  I’m, uh…I’m not sure what you mean.  Well, yes, I was out with James  (pick any male name you like here).  We just went to the movies.  What movie?  Uhh…it was, umm…

 

(A slap sound.)

OW!  Dad, what the--what was that for? Okay, okay, you’re right, we didn’t go to the movies.  We just wanted a quiet night together but I knew if I told you that, you’d think I was…you know…doing bad things.  But we weren’t, we just talked and played some games and –

 

(Slap!)

Hey!  That really hurts, Dad, you don’t need to hit me like that, okay?  I’m telling the truth, we didn’t –

 

(Slap!)

Ahh!  Goddamnit! 

(Two slaps this time, harder.)

 

Okay, mom, you’re right.  I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blasphemed.  You’re right, I’m sorry.  You just…you both get scary when you hit me. 

(Pause, then a deep breath.)

Tell you the truth?  I am telling you the truth.  We just hung out in Paul’s parents’ basement and talked and… Well, no, his parents weren’t home, but…that doesn’t mean anything.  We…no, nothing happened!  I promise!  I –

 

(Slap!)

What?  I smell of sex?  How…how can you possibly think that?  How would you even know that?  No, no, I don’t mean you don’t know what sex smells like.  You…what? 

(clothes rustle, he pulls her closer to him) 

Hey, what’re you--leggo of my shirt, you don’t have to get so close, so in my face, okay? What are you talking about? You always know the smell of the devil?  Oh, mom and dad, please…it’s not the devil.  I don’t have the devil in me, I’m clean I promise.

 

(Slap!)

All right, fine!  What do you want me to say?  Do you want me to admit that Jameswas touching me tonight?  He was, okay?  He was touching me all over. 

(Sigh.)

Yes, he played with my pussy. That’s so wrong of you to ask me. Is that what you need to know?  Stop asking me these things please? You don’t need to know… that’s so gross. Yes, I stroked his cock.  And I sucked it.  I sucked it and he shot his sperm into my mouth.  Did I… c’mon Mom, why do you need to know that?  Yeah.  I swallowed it.  All right?  Can we drop this now, please?  Wait, what?  No, we didn’t do anything else.  That was all, we just –

 

(Slap!)

Okay, fine!  We had sex!  He got hard again, just a few minutes later.  Yes, I tempted him…he always gets hard around me.  I’m a pretty girl, mom and dad, can’t you understand that sometimes men get aroused by me and that’s not evil?  It’s natural.  No, please, don’t hit me…I’m not trying to be…

 

(Sigh)

All right, I’ll say it. I’ll say whatever you want, just, please stop hurting me “I have the devil in me, and the devil has made me a whore. I have the devil in me, and the devil has made me a whore.” Yes, mom and dad.  I was a whore for Paul tonight.  I got him worked up again, even though I swear I didn’t mean it.  I got him excited, so I had to take care of him.  I know it wasn’t his fault.  The devil made me make him hard.  It makes a lot of men hard.  He needed relief for what I did to him.  He asked for relief between my legs instead of my mouth.  I felt so guilty,  I had to help.  I let him use my pussy.  Of course it was wet.  I know, I can’t help it, my pussy is always wet because I’m so dirty…the devil plants all these evil thoughts in my head and they consume me.  They make my little pussy drip and drip all the time…

 

(Pause.)

What?  No, please don’t make me say it.  I don’t want to say –

 

(Slap!)

Please don’t make me –

 

(A harder slap, followed by a second.)

All right, all right.  “The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.  The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.  The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.”  What?  It’s time to go to confession? 

 

(She’s clearly frightened now, on the verge of tears.)

Nooo, please, I don’t want to go to confession!  Don’t make me go, I’ll be good from now on, I promise, I promise, I’ll be good!

(Slap!  Slap!  Slap!)

I don’t want to go…please…

(Slap!)

“I have the devil in me, and the devil has made me a whore. The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.  I have the devil in me, and the devil has made me a whore. The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.” 

 

(Audio fades out.  A clock ticks to indicate the passage of time.  On the fade up, another door – much heavier-sounding, if possible – opens and closes.)

Hello, Father Edmund.  It’s good to see you, sir.  Mom and dad called you to say why they dropped me off here?  All…all right.  Are we going to your office, or…oh, we’re staying right here in the sanctuary?  You want me standing at the altar?  Umm…all right.  

(kneels to genuflect)

Look, Father, I don’t know what my parents told you on the phone, but I am so sorry, I just…  O-okay, I’ll be quiet. 

(she listens to him meekly)

Yes. Yes. Okay, I’ll start now, but can’t we go to the confession booth instead? Okay, okay. Whatever you want. Okay, I’m on my knees for confession. 

(steeling sigh)

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen. Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been... 37 days since my last confession. I confess that I have impure, lustful thoughts. But… Not just thoughts, I also engaged in acts. No, Father, you know I’m not married. I have brought shame on myself and my parents. And who else? On God? On …you? I’m sorry Father. I am, I really am! I know you were there for me for so long. I’m deeply sorry for my sins, please, may I have absolution? I’ll do whatever you say, I just can’t have my parents so mad at me. Or you. 

Why aren’t you listening to me, Father? Please--you’re avoiding conversations with me, why? I don’t understand--no, no I promise I don’t have the devil in me, I really don’t. I’m not lying! I’m not a liar! Please, you have to listen to me--I’m here for confession! 

Yes, I know Mark 10:45. Erm… “For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

Okay, another recitation? Is this part of my penance? No? Okay I get it--you need to figure out how I have to atone… Um, I know that one. Yeah. Peter 2:21: “For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in his steps.”

Why did you choose those particular verses, Father? Yes, I know Jesus Christ suffered for me, and I understand I should be as patient and joyful in suffering for his sake, but-but … look, I am suffering here Father! I am! My parents beat me before they brought me here, and I’m so ashamed Father, I just wanna be clean again. 

 

Wh-what?  Take…take off my pants?  But, Father, isn’t that…sir, I can’t do that.  No.  No, I’m not going to –

 

(Slap!)

Sir, why do you want me to take off my pants?  I don’t understand.  I don’t want to –

 

(Slap!  Then a deep sigh.)

All right.  Yes, Father, I’ll do it.  I just don’t understand.

 

(Rustle of fabric.)

There, my pants are off.  Why do you – what?  My panties too?  But, Father, I…no no no, please don’t hit me again.  All right.  Yes, sir. 

(The sound – if possible – of underwear being lowered to the floor.)

Why…why am I shaking?  I’m nervous, Father.  And I’m cold.  I still don’t understand why…umm…what is that?  Why are you holding up a crucifix?  I’m not evil, Father, I swear to you.  I don’t have the devil inside me…I don’t…

 

(Slap!)

I’m not a bad girl, Father.  That’s not what my parents told you?  Yes, I know, they think the devil is in me, they think I’m a whore.  What?  Y-you think I’m a whore, too?  No, Father, I just…my boyfriend and I are in love.  And I can’t help it that he wants me.  Umm…other boys?  Well…sometimes.  Father…what are you doing with the crucifix?  No, what are you…no!  Don’t put it up inside me, it’ll tear me up, please don’t hurt me.  You can’t…

 

(Slight squelching sound of the crucifix penetrating her.)

Sir, why…uhhh…what are you doing…it’s…why are you pushing it in back and forth?

 

(Slightly heavier breathing as the crucifix thrusts inside.)

You’re…you’re getting the come out?  Oh my…oh my god, Father, you’re…

 

(Slap!)

I’m sorry!  I’m sorry for taking the Lord’s name in vain.  But…you’re…uhhhh.  Yes, sir, I can feel his come dripping out of me.  And I see it on the crucifix.  

You want me to recite more--okay, okay, I’ll say anything. Just make it stop. Okay. You want Romans 11:32 For God has consigned all men to disobedience, that he may have mercy upon all.

What…put it in my mouth?  But, Father –

 

(A gagging sound as it’s thrust inside her mouth.) 

 

Yes, Father.  I’m using the body of Christ to wash his seed away.

 

(More gagging and choking.)

I’m ridding myself of the filth that was inside me.  Ridding myself of the sin.  Yes, Father.  “I have the devil in me, and the devil has made me a whore. The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.  I have the devil in me, and the devil has made me a whore. The devil has turned me into a piece of shit slut.”  What…what are you doing?  Uhhh…why are you…oh, Father, your fingers--that hurts, Father, don’t be so rough shoving your fingers inside me. Okay, okay, yes, the last of it you’re …uhhh…you’re making sure the last drops of his seed are out.  What are you…

 

(Choking)

Uh, yes, Father…yes, I’m sucking the last of it off your fingers. 

 

(Several spanking sounds ensue.)

Uhhh, you’re…you’re spanking me…I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry for my sins.  Yes, yes, I can’t help it…I can’t help being a whore…uhhh, ohhh, what are you doing!  Why are you…noooo, please, don’t put the crucifix in my ass!  I didn’t…

 

(Slap!)

I swear, he didn’t take my ass!  He didn’t, Father!  Not…not ever?  No.  No, no, no.  James never went inside my ass, sir.  Did…did other boys?  Umm…well…maybe one or two…

 

(Slap!  Then more rhythmic sounds of crucifix-fucking.)

Yes!  Is that what you want to hear?  Yes, I’ve let other boys inside my….ASS!  Nooo, take it out, you’re…oh my god, you’re fucking me with it, you’re fucking my asshole with the body of Christ!  It hurts so much…nooo, please, it hurts, I think I’m bleeding down there…please! 

 

(Sharp intake of breath)

What…to the confession booth? B-but Father…is that…is that really necessary? After all this? I made my confession… All right, yes, please don’t use the crucifix on my ass, I’ll do it, I’ll do anything, please don’t use it on me anymore! 

(Sound of a body being roughly dragged and thrown, hard, into the confessional.  The door is slammed.) 

 

Yes, I know, Father, everything you say about me is true.  I can’t help it…all the boys want me, and I like it.  It makes me feel good, and it makes them feel good.  I can’t help it, I can’t help it, I’m a sinner! 

 

(A smaller door sound as the latticed door inside the confessional is thrown open.  A zipper is unzipped.)  

 

Okay, yes. I thought so…I’ve heard it from some of the other girls in my group…yes, sir, I know, they’re sluts like me.  We…we can’t help it.  Umm…now?  You want me to start sucking?  Yes, Father. 

 

(Soft sucking sounds as she tentatively works the head of his cock.)

Yes, I’m a sinner…I’m a whore…the devil has made me into a greedy, disgusting cunt.  Mmm….fuck…yes, Father, the devil has overtaken me!  I am a piece of shit, sir…yes, I am.

 

(Harder sucking sounds as she speeds up.)

I’m nothing but a worthless fuckhole.  All the boys use me.  They pump their hard pricks into all my holes…they use me like a cock sleeve…they shoot their loads down my slutty throat or all over my face…they fuck their come up into my pussy or flood it inside my filthy asshole.  You…oh my god, you’re going to come?  Yes, Father, do it, I know what I deserve…flood this stupid bitch’s mouth.  Give me…mmm, hmphhh…

 

(Swallowing it all.)

Mmm…thank you, Father.  Yes, sir, I know you gave me what I deserved.  I know you baptized me with your holiness to cleanse my soul.  Thank you.  Now can I…umm…what?  I still need to be cleansed?  I need to take more cocks?  

 

(Another zipper is pulled down.)

You want me to suck it, sir?  Yes…if that’s what I need…

 

(Hard sucking sounds.)

 

I am a sinner, sir.  I can’t help it.  I love it…I love it so much…I need sex all the time.  Give me your holy come, sir…I need it…

 

(Swallowing.)

YESS.  Thank you, thank you for your holy seed.  Thank you for cleansing me.

 

(Another zipper sound.  More sucking.)

Yes, give me another one.  I need them.  I always need cocks…I crave them because I’m such a worthless, immoral piece of shit.  Yes, sir, I’m a stupid cunt…I exist to take cocks…it’s all I’m good for. 

 

(Swallowing.)

Mmm, thank you. 

(Another zipper, more sucking.)

The devil made me this way…I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to purify me.  Me and all my friends…we’re all such skanks.  Stupid, degenerate, debauched skanks.  Our behavior is shameful and sinful...but we can’t help it. 

(Swallowing.)

Mmm, you taste so good, sir.  Thank you.

 

(Are we getting the picture?   Another zipper, more sucking.) 

Yes, sir.  I’m a dumb cunt.  Fuck my throat, please.  Yes, yes, keep going.  Make me take it all.

 

(Swallowing.)

Thank you. 

 

(She’s clearly hurting now, out of breath, tired, feeling utterly degraded.  Another zipper, more sucking.)

Mmm, mmm, use me, I know what I’m here for, I know I’m here to be used.  Please fuck my mouth and flood me with your holy jizz. 

(Swallowing.  Then another zipper.)

Yes, sir.  I’m a sinner, I’m a cocksucker, I’m a fuckslut.  The devil made me this way.  I am nothing but a set of holes to be used.  I am nothing but a set of holes to be used. 

 

(Swallowing.  Then another zipper.)

Oh my god…this one is so big.  I don’t even know if I can –

 

(Gagging as the cock is forced roughly into her mouth.  Then more sucking sounds.)

Yes, sir.  I am nothing.  I am nothing.  I am nothing. 

 

(Gagging and swallowing on the final load.  She catches her breath over silence.  Then:)

One… one more recitation, which verse? Okay...Job 33:28: “He has redeemed my soul from going down into the pit, and my life shall look upon the light.’

I know you have, you all have given me a blessing. Thank you.  Thank you all.  I know that I’m a stupid whore.  I know that I’m a worthless fuckhole.  I know that I’m a sick, vile, needy, good-for-nothing cunt.  But I will try to be better.  You were patient and forbearing; in your mercy you’ve taken upon yourself my sin. Thank you.   I hope all your holy fluids will set me on the right path.  I promise, I will do my best to be a good girl.  I’ll do my best.  I’ll do my best.  I’ll do my best…

 

--The End--