Page 22 of Thots and Prayers

“It’s okay,” I assured her. Despite it all, I wanted this. “Please, reward me, princess.”

She stiffened at our nickname for her, and it seemed to give her strength. Eisley adjusted on my lap and lifted to sink down onto my waiting cock. The room erupted in screams of shock and excitement.

“Yes! Let’s celebrate them. Stand, watch, and enjoy as our Gomorrah takes our Sodom and pulls him from hell to bring him to heaven.”

Eisley began to move, and my brain turned off completely. It was pleasure, it was pain, it was hot and scary, and exciting. I was at her and the town’s mercy. All I could do was lay there and try not to pull at my nailed-down hands. Eisley sobbed as she rode me, but it only made the feeling more intense. Her pussy clenched me even tighter with each choke.

“Harder,” I gasped, and she listened, grinding herself deep into me. She held my chest and screamed as her orgasm came. I thrust up, screaming as the nails were pulled, and I came into her soaked pussy. I pumped my seed into her and right as I was feeling the last of my powerful orgasm, the doors were thrust open again and someone stormed down the aisle.

We all turned, and the room turned into chaos as a man dressed in a priest’s uniform joined us on the podium.

“Care to explain what you are doing in my church?”

RULE 13 - EISLEY

HAVE A GETAWAY CAR.

The world seemed to pause as I stared down at the clergy member. The actual priest of this town. It took me a long moment to tear my eyes off the middle-aged man with a stern face to scream and leap off Kansas. I rushed for my clothes and, as if my scream was the catalyst, the room went into a panic.

Everyone was screaming and yelling now. Only unlike just moments before, it wasn’t of joy and excitement, but of anger and fear. I straightened my dress and rushed to Kansas’s side.

“Oh my god, what do we do?”

“I don’t know! Where’s the fucking hammer?” he shouted. His brow was drenched in sweat and he looked on the verge of going unconscious. “Constantine, will you get me the fuck off this thing?”

“Hold on.” Constantine put his hand up and walked over to the Priest. “Father, it’s good to see you healthy and out of the hospital.”

“Yes, well, when you came to my room and told me how you’d taken my place while I was ill, I gathered the strength to return. I see my gut was right. You are not a man of god.”

I was frozen to the spot, watching the two men stand toe to toe. The priest had no idea who he was messing with. Constantine would slash his throat without a second thought. But the priest didn’t look scared. A slow, wicked smile slid over Constantine’s lips. He shook his head.

“No, no, I am not.”

A woman screamed and promptly fainted to the floor. Everyone from town had paused in their panic to watch the scene.

“I was given no choice. The townspeople felt an absence and I was told to fill it. I was only doing what I was asked.”

“They didn’t ask you to condemn them to hell!” the priest spat. “What have you done to my town?”

Constantine threw up his hands and laughed. “What have I done? I gave them life! I set them free from a world of judgment. They no longer have to abstain from the pleasures of life.”

“The pleasures like this?” The priest pointed to Kansas, still nailed to the cross. “This is blasphemous. How dare you.”

“How dare I?” Constantine laughed. “How dare you. All of you.” He turned to face the townspeople. “You didn’t know any of us, and yet the moment our car broke down, you looked down at us in disdain. It wasn’t until I was mistaken for a priest that you gave us a chance. We had no intention of hurting any of you. We just wanted our car fixed and we’d be on our way. It was you who did this to yourself.”

“You’re not an actual priest?” A man from the crowd stepped forward.

“Do I look like a fucking priest?” Constantine shot back. “Fuck no, I’m not. I know absolutely nothing about Catholicism and Christ.”

“Then none of this was true?” a woman asked.

“Everything I said was pulled straight from your precious Bible,” he told her in response. She didn’t like that. None of them appeared to be happy about that answer.

“Eisley, please find the hammer,” Kansas called to me. I blinked and looked around. I’d forgotten about him. I spun back and began looking around. Who had done this atrocious act to him?

Someone in the corner stood suddenly and it caught my eye. Mitch held a hammer high in the air.

“You lied to me,” he snarled. “You convinced me to sin.”

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