Depravicus

by Ray Gordon

"Will," Lana hissed, passing him another large scotch.

  "Oh, right. So, what are you, Mr..."

  "Mr Smith."

  "Yeah, right."

  "As it happens, I'm in manufacturing."

  "And what do you manufacture? False figures so you can rip off honest working people who..."

  "Sex toys."

  "What?" Will spluttered, almost choking on his scotch. "Sex toys?"

  "Vibrators, butt-plugs, anal stimulation devices, vaginal speculums, nipple..."

  "I don't believe you."

  "I don't give a toss whether you believe me or not."

  "Got any free samples?"

  "I'll go and have a look in my car. I'm sure I have a few items left."

  "OK," Will grinned. "I'll get you another drink."

  This was brilliant, Will thought, rubbing his hands together. If he could get hold of sex toys at the right price, preferable for nothing, he could sell them at a handsome profit. Advertising the gear on his website would bring some orders in. A free vibrator with every pair of soiled panties, he thought happily. Or, a free pair of soiled panties with every vibrator. Of course, he'd have to test the vibrators and butt-plugs on Lana. And Lolita and Esra and Levan... Things were looking better than ever, he mused as the phone rang. Slipping into the kitchen and grabbing the receiver, he was surprised to hear the Reverend Mother's voice.

  "I need you to take confession," she said.

  "What?" Will gasped. "You want me to..."

  "Father Kosher is otherwise engaged."

  Shagging some choirboy's arse, more than likely.

  "I wouldn't blame you if you said no."

  "In that case, no."

  "It's not me you'd be helping out. It's the girls who need you."

  "I'm always free to help out with anyone."

  "If you could come up to the convent now I'd appreciate it."

  "Give me ten minutes."

  "I won't be around, I'm afraid. Go straight to the chapel and... Well, you know what to do."

  "I know what to do, all right. I mean... I'll be there shortly."

  This was another turn up for the books, Will mused, nipping upstairs and donning his cassock. He'd not taken confession for months, and was rather looking forward hearing the terrible sins the convent girls had committed. He chuckled inwardly, bounding downstairs and leaving the house. Passing the manufacturer rummaging through the boot of his car, Will explained that he'd be back shortly and asked him to leave the free samples with the barmaid. She'd probably test the goods, he thought, striding down the lane. And slime the vibrators with girl-cum. Mmm, nice.

  Entering the convent by the main doors, the aphrodisiacal scent of pussies filling his nostrils, he made his was to the chapel. He was sure that the Reverend Slagger had some devious plan stuffed up her habit, but there was nothing she could pin on him. Taking confession was hardly illegal, he reflected, eyeing half a dozen girls sitting on the pews in the chapel. There again, the way he took confession might be. Entering the confession box, the girls' chattering fading as they prepared to reveal their dark sexual secrets, he made himself comfortable and waited for his first victim.

  "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," came the familiar line.

  "Were you naked when you committed..." Will began. He must control himself. "Tell me about your sin, my child."

  "I got into another girl's bed."

  "Great! I mean... What did you do?"

  "Touched her, Father."

  "Go on," he said, happening to look up and notice a microphone taped in the corner of the box. Microphones had been the bane of his life, he reflected.

  "I touched between her thighs," the girl continued. "She touched me and licked me and..."

  "I don't think you need say any more," Will interrupted, eyeing the microphone. "You are forgiven, my child. Go now, and make good your contrition."

  "But, don't you want to ask me about it?"

  "No."

  "I thought... Don't you want to know more about my sin?"

  "There's no need for that."

  "Look," she said, lifting her skirt and pressing her pussy lips against the grille.

  "Would you ask the next girl to come in, please?" Will breathed shakily, eyeing the crack of her vagina.

  "There's more, Father," she said, parting the lips of her vaginal slit and exposing her intimate pink folds.

  "What is it, my child?" Will asked, following the microphone wire to a small socket. Ripping the plug out, he grinned. "Please, tell me your innermost secrets."

  "I don't know how to say it, Father," she murmured, peeling the lips of her cunny wider apart. "I can't bring myself to confess the terrible things I've done."

  "Start by telling me about your hot, wet, tight little cunt, my child. Tell me how other girls lick your juicy cunt."

  "I'm rather embarrassed," she said softly. "I'd prefer you to ask me questions."

  And the tape was going to be edited, landing him in the shit. "Would you like me to lick your cunt?" he asked, his cock rising beneath his cassock. "I could bring you off in my mouth. Would you like that?"

  "No I wouldn't," she stammered, pressing her naked pussy to the grille again.

  Will frequently took confession at the convent when he'd been a priest, and he'd made one or two adjustments to the confession box to aid cock sucking and pussy licking. One such adjustment being the quick removal of the grille. Flipping a small catch, he lowered the hinged grille and gazed at the girl's naked pussy lips, the wet crack of her vagina. There was a constant supply of teenage cunny, he mused. Every month, more girls reached the age of fuckability. This little beauty was one of thousands, he thought happily, eyeing the opaque liquid streaming from her valley of sexual desire. Moving forward, he licked her sex slit, tasting the lubricious juices of her hot cuntal duct.

  "Oh," she gasped, leaping back. "What are you doing to me?"

  "Licking your sweet cunt," Will chuckled. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

  "No. I'm shocked, Father. Do you do this to all the girls who come to confession?"

  "Oh, yes. In fact, I usually fuck them senseless. I invite them to my house and sexually abuse their little naked bodies."

  "Great," she murmured, obviously delighted with his confession.

  "And now," Will said, standing and lifting his cassock. "You can suck my knob and swallow my spunk."

  "God," she gasped as he pushed his cock through the large square hole in the dividing wall.

  "Suck it and lick it."

  "No, I..."

  "Come on," Will urged her. "There are other girls waiting."

  "Are you threatening me?"

  "Yes, I am. I can have you expelled. Unless you suck my cock I'll make sure you're thrown out of this school."

  "Great," she whispered again.

  His eyes closing as he felt the girl's hot mouth envelope the globe of his penis, he let out a rush of breath. Again the Reverend lying slag-bag had failed miserably in her insane quest to destroy him. But the girl thought his confession was being recorded, and he was going to make the most of her fuckable body. As she sucked, expertly snaking her tongue over the swollen globe, he decided to come out with more incriminating words.

  "I'll make sure that you have nothing but trouble at this school unless you swallow my sperm when I come," he breathed.

  "You're forcing me to do this," she whimpered as she slipped his cock out of her mouth. "I don't want to suck your thing. You're forcing me, making me suck your thing against my will."

  "I make all girls suck my knob," he laughed. "And that's not all. I strip them naked and lick them all over too. I shave their cunny hair and fuck their arses."

  "Great."

  "Now, suck my knob and drink my spunk. If you don't I'll have the nuns report to the Reverend Mother and tell her they saw you stealing from the village stores. You'll not only be expelled, but thrown in prison."

  As she sucked his glans deep again, Will chuckled softly. The Reverend Slagger was unwitti
ngly helping Will to lay his hands on sexy girls, making sure he got his share of juicy fanny. This really was brilliant, he reflected as the girl swept her tongue over his sperm-slit. His heavy balls rolling, his shaft twitching, he shuddered as his spunk jetted from his throbbing knob. The girl coughed and spluttered as her mouth filled and overflowed. Swallowing hard, she drank from his orgasming fountainhead, draining his heaving balls. Looking down through the hole, Will focused on her lips stretched tautly around his twitching cockshaft as his balls emptied.

  "Very good," he gasped as she finally slipped his cock out of her mouth.

  "You forced me to..." she began, licking her spunked lips.

  "Yes, I know," Will grinned, retaking his seat and gazing at her flushed face, the white liquid running down her chin. "Send the next tart in here."

  "You can't talk like that," she gasped, surprised. "You're supposed to be a..."

  "I'm a normal man," Will interrupted her. "A normal man who enjoys fucking. Now I want to shove my cock up a girl's arsehole, so send the next filthy little tart in."

  As the girl left the confession box, Will rubbed his hands together gleefully. This was easy, he reflected, tugging his cassock down to conceal his salivated cock, his sperm-glistening knob. Giggling and shrieks of laughter filling the chapel, Will assumed that the girl had told her friends what she'd done to the priest. No doubt the other girls were keen to 'confess' their sins, he thought, his cock rising again. Recalling how some of the girls had bent over and pushed their bottoms through the hole in the dividing wall, Will wondered whether to fuck or bugger the next girl. Both, he decided.

  "Would you step out of the confession box, please?" PC Bridlington asked, pulling the curtain aside.

  "Oh, Constable," Will smiled as the girls fled the chapel. "I didn't expect to see you here."

  "It's all on tape," the man said.

  "What is?" Will asked innocently, concealing a wicked grin as he discreetly plugged the microphone into the small socket and slipped the grille back into place.

  "The way you talk to girls during confession."

  "I don't know what you mean," he frowned, leaving the box.

  "If you'll step this way, I'll play you the tape."

  Following the man to the Reverend Mother's study, Will couldn't wait for the tape to be played. Apart from the first minute or so, the tape would be blank, nothing but silence coming from the machine. The Reverend Mother standing with her back to the window, her arms folded, a conceited grin across her ugly face, Will donned an expression depicting anxiety as he entered the study. Holding his hand to his head, he watched the Constable slip the cassette tape into a machine and press the play button.

  "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," the girl's voice emanated from the machine.

  "Were you naked when you committed... Tell me about your sin, my child."

  "There!" PC Bridlington beamed triumphantly, stopping the tape.

  "I was trying to help the girl by prompting her," Will returned. "People sometimes find it difficult to confess their sins without a little help."

  "All right," the reverend Mother said. "Let's hear some more."

  "I got into another girl's bed," the girl confessed.

  "Great! I mean... What did you do?"

  "Great?" the Constable frowned, stopping the tape again. "You seem to think it's great when a girl confesses..."

  "I was about to say great Scott," Will smiled. "Obviously, I was shocked by the girl's confession. Shocked to the very core of my very soul."

  "Play the rest of the tape," the Slagger grinned. "And we'll discover the horrific depths of his depravity."

  Silence coming from the machine, PC Bridlington fiddled with the controls. Removing the cassette, he examined the tape and slipped it back into the machine. The Reverend Mother snatching the machine and pressing the buttons, Will held his hand to his mouth and stifled a snigger. This was priceless, he thought, nothing but a soft hissing sound coming from the machine as the hag-bag turned the volume up to maximum.

  Wandering around the study while they toyed with the machine, Will noticed a pile of letters placed on the filing cabinet. Nonchalantly reading the top letter, he slipped it into the pocket of his cassock. The letter was from one of the parents complaining that their daughter had been subjected to some form of abuse in her dormitory by some older girls. Glancing at the next letter, Will noticed that it, too, was from a complaining parent. This was an opportunity to wreak havoc, he knew as he glanced at the slagger and PC Bridlington. Grabbing the pile of letters, he stuffed them up his cassock and walked towards the door.

  "I'll leave you to play with the machine," he smiled.

  "Er... Yes," PC Bridlington breathed despondently.

  "You'll be hearing from me," the Reverend Slagger hissed.

  "The only thing I'd like to hear from you is silence," Will chuckled. "Rather like your tape."

  "One more thing," the Constable broke in. "Have you ever been to this study before?"

  "Not for at least six or seven months," Will replied. "Why do you ask?"

  "A file's been stolen. And some exam papers."

  "One of the Reverend Mother's nuns, I would imagine."

  "One of my nuns steal from me?" the woman gasped.

  "It wouldn't be the first time," Will smiled. "I'll be seeing you."

  Leaving the study he dashed along the corridor and left the building before the slagger discovered the letters had gone missing. Making his way down the lane he pulled the letters out from beneath his cassock and began reading them. Many parents weren't at all happy at the way their daughters were being treated, not only by the older girls but several nuns. There were all sorts of accusations. Happening to notice several blank sheets of paper bearing the school's letterhead, Will decided to reply to a few of the parents.

  Sniggering as he reached his house, he dashed upstairs and slipped one of the blank sheets into his printer. Dear Lady Nipsuckle, he began. Thank you for your letter relating your concern for your daughter, Dee. It is the policy of this school to introduce girls to sex by utilising our 'hands on' method of sex education. In essence, we teach girls the fine art of mutual masturbation by encouraging them to join group sessions with the nuns. In addition to this, we are fortunate enough to have the services of Bishop Holesgood, who teaches the girls the art of male masturbation. This, I am sure you will agree, prepares them for the outside world. Bishop Holesgood has been good enough to introduce what has become endearingly known as ARSE. During the anal rectal stimulation exercises, the Bishop inserts his erect penis into the girls' rear passages to give them the experience necessary to cope with the wonderfully depraved and delightfully sad world we live in.

  I hope I have put your mind at rest and can assure you that your daughter's best interests are at heart. Many of our girls have left the convent to become highly successful prostitutes, some even running their own massage parlours. Obviously, without the experience of anal sex with the Bishop, your daughter would be sadly lacking in sexual expertise. She would undoubtedly find it impossible to earn a living by selling her body on the streets. Please, do not hesitate to contact me should you have any further concerns about the violation of your daughter's body while attending the school.

  Yours, and mine,

  The Reverend Mother.

  Writing several more letters, Will sealed them in envelopes and placed them on the desk ready for posting. What better way to cause trouble for the slagger? Checking his website, he couldn't believe the amount of orders he'd received for soiled panties. The customers paying by credit card, Will's bank account would be looking healthier than ever. Deciding to get Lana to pack up the goods, he checked his personal e-mails. "I want to shove my cock up your arse," he read, shaking his head despondently. Deleting the comment, he read the next one. "I'd like to spunk down your throat." Jeez, he thought as the phone rang, there were some sad creeps in the world.

  "Sir William Entercock," he said, pressing the receiver to his ear. "To
whom am I speaking?"

  "You are speaking to your fucking prisoners," a girl hissed. "Are you going to let us out of this fucking shed?"

  "Fucking shed?" Will echoed. "That's no way to communicate via the telephone. Communications of that type are deemed vulgar by..."

  "Let us out, or you'll be in serious fucking trouble."

  "I thrive on serious fucking trouble. OK, I'll be out in a minute. But you must both suck my knob and drink my..."

  "We'll suck your fucking brains out through you fucking arse in a minute."

  "Charming, I'm fucking sure."

  Banging the phone down, Will decided to take a look at the free samples the sex toy manufacturer had left in the bar. Bounding down the stairs, he wandered into the bar and look around for Lana. "Where is everyone?" he breathed. "It's like the Marie Celeste." Walking behind the bar and pouring himself a pint of lager, he wandered out into the garden and gazed at the shed. He'd have to let the girl-tarts out, he knew as he sipped his lager. Dusk falling, he took the key from the pocket of his cassock and released the padlock. Dashing back to the bar as the girls flung the door open and stormed out of the shed, Will waited for the inevitable confrontation.

  "You fucking bastard," Jenny spat, walking through the French doors.

  "You cunt hole," Rachael rejoined.

  "Why, thank you," Will smiled. "Would you like a drink?"

  "There's a law against locking girls in sheds."

  "No, there isn't," Will returned. "But there is a law against lurking in other people's bushes. Talking of bushes, do either of you shave?"

  "My sister said you're crude," Jenny murmured. "I reckon that was an understatement."

  "Josie doesn't have a sister. I don't know who you are, but you're not her sister."

  "I am."

  "All right, then. What's your mother's name?"

  "We were orphans."

  "Bollocks," Will laughed. "Josie's mother lives, here, in the village. Do you want a drink or not?"

  "Yes, vodka and lime."

  "Please."

  "Vodka and lime, fucking please."

  "I'll have the same," Rachael said. "Fucking please."

  "I seem to have lost my barmaid," Will signed moving behind the bar and grabbing two glasses. "She was here one minute, and then she wasn't. By the way, do you want to sell your dirty panties? I'm running low, you see."