Father Damian marched into the confessional carrying a thick leather strap and a jar of thick, white lubricant. He forced Krystal Genner to her knees and ripped open her habit, exposing her voluptuous body. He grabbed a fistful of her long, black hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. "Confess your sins, whore," he growled as he pressed the cold metal of the strap against her tender skin.
Krystal screamed in pain as Father Damian laid vicious blows across her ass and thighs, leaving deep, bloody welts. She could feel his erection pressing against her from behind and knew this was only the beginning. When he finally pulled the strap away, he jerked her face down onto his throbbing cock, choking her with it as he filled her mouth with his seed As she gagged and struggled, she tasted the salty, bitter mix of his cum and her own tears.
