Sister Maria slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy, like it was full of cotton. The room was dimly lit, and she was lying on a soft bed in the private rectory. She tried to move but her body felt weak.
The last thing she remembered was being called to Father Dominic’s office after another sister reported her for having “impure thoughts.” Father Dominic had been kind. He offered her a cup of coffee and spoke gently about forgiveness and temptation. Then everything went black.
Now she could hear a faint voice.
“...yes, Sister. I’m about to pour my holy seed into your blessed womb. Amen.”
Sister Maria’s eyes widened. Father Dominic was standing between her legs. Her habit was pushed up to her waist. Her panties were gone. Her legs were spread open. Father Dominic was stroking his th
