The Chosen

Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story set in an alternative history earth setting (there’s magic and shit) any resemblance to real life persons and/or circumstances is unintentional. This story contains bondage, manipulation, corruption of religious order (in a small scale), and possession. If you are under 18, it is illegal to read this sort of content in your region, or if you do not enjoy these types of stories please read no further.

Niamh stood at the entrance into the church’s cellar and hesitated for a moment. A few weeks ago and the nun wouldn’t have even considered such a clandestine meeting with anyone, let alone the new groundskeeper that Father Ableforth had brought back with him after his recent trip to the African continent. Where exactly he had travelled, or where he had met the handsome dark skinned man she only knew as Isai was never completely made clear to her. All she knew was that he had saved the priest’s life when he had run afoul of some people and had earned himself enemies in his home.

With Ableforth’s return the visiting priest returned to his own abbey and left the tiny chapel to be manned once again by only Ableforth, Sister Margaret-Mary (the name that Niamh had been given upon taking her orders two years previous), and the new groundskeeper. It was a quiet, out of the way place with only a handful of parishioners that had to travel a good distance from the surrounding farms to attend Sunday mass. Without people constantly going there was something of a relaxed attitude between the older priest and younger woman as they performed their daily chores, but between Niamh and Isai there was an unspoken tension.

In the early days of his arrival would frequently catch him staring at her, seeming to undress her with his eyes. Initially it was annoying, and then it became distracting, and she started to catch herself doing the same in return. As she started to sneak the looks on her own he started to ratchet it up a notch and began to find excuses to touch her innocently enough. This too began to build until he would casually brush against her, allowing her to feel the hardness of the body beneath his clothes and the hard length of his cock pressed up against her. ‘Sorry’ he would whisper every time, but the tone of it changed from an apology of touching her, to one of an apology for pulling away when she started to not pull away herself.

At the same time, the nun’s dreams became tormented. Steamy scenes would wake her and she’d find herself panting, her nipples hard, a hand pressed between her legs only to recoil back in disgust at her own lack of self-control. She even submitted herself to confession and though she was embarrassed she whispered to Ableforth her growing list of wanton thoughts. He admonished her gently, reminded her that she was a young woman and these things would pass, told her to continue to confide in him, and then gave her the penance to be performed all while putting a hand over the tightness that had formed in his own pants.

The teasing continued and soon Isai stopped apologizing all together as he would risk moments of pulling her out of sight, in case some parishioner just happened to pass by, to kiss and stroke her, his fingers dipping to tweak her nipples through her robes, or lower to grind his palm against the center of her burning heat. Each day she wanted the man more, but he wouldn’t just take her though she had been ready to part her legs for him. It wasn’t said as much as implied that a simple quick tryst wouldn’t be enough for the man and she wondered what would be enough and if she was about to find out beneath the sacred walls of her church.

As the burning need in her soaked her panties, the nun knew that the time to hesitate was over and she opened the door into the basement and began to descend. The darkness was complete, but the musty scent of books and old wood reminded her. A light flared in the distance before being set to a series of candles, providing her with just enough light to be able to detect a path through the items stored down here. At the end, outlined from behind, stood the dark imposing figure of their groundskeeper; Isai’s features couldn’t be made out, but she could still see the light in his eyes looking her over and then questioned her.

“Are you coming to me of your own free will?”

“Aye,” she answered, though her brow furrowed a little at a ritualistic vibe that the tone of the question had sparked.

“And will you give yourself to me? To do with as I please?”

Here she should have hesitated perhaps, but she didn’t as the thought of being in his power was a heady one, “aye.”

“Good, strip.”

For a moment her fingers curled, but then she began to obey. The habit was removed first, giving him a clear sight of her halo of long red hair as it was allowed to cascade freely down her back. And then slowly she began to bare the pale creamy skin kept below her dark clothes only for him to move forward as she didn’t move quick enough. Taking over, Isai pulled off piece after piece until she was only in a pair of dark stockings, underwear, and a bra. One hand reached to snap the clips free on the bra, allowing her tight full breasts to spill free before he slide his hand up to wrap it around the back of her neck and then guided her around to see behind him finally.

Niamh was greeted by the sight of an ancient altar that had been replaced sometime before her arrival at the church. Carved saints lined its sides and holy symbols were etched artfully into the tip where thousands of communions had been sanctified in its time. Above it where once the crucifix would have been placed was instead a large phallus was placed that had been reformed from the rich beeswax candles which burned during the holy rituals performed above.

She might have objected at that moment, but the hand at her neck was replaced by lips that nibbled lightly while the former resident slid lower to cup a breast and begin playing with her nipple. Lower his other hand slipped over her belly and then under the band of her undies to brush over the smooth outer lips of her sex, a pleased sound coming when he found that she had taken his hints that he liked a smooth woman to remove the hair there. Soft moans escaped her lips as his fingers pressed in deeper, the tips brushing against her clit causing her to shudder and go weak in the knees instantly.

It was then that the man took advantage to lift her up and carry her the few steps left to lay her out on the altar. He bent to lick and kiss her breasts, but used that time to guide her hands up over her head and tie them to the side of the altar. Once secured the man straightened and drew her further down so that her ass cheeks hung off the side and then he proceeded to remove her stockings and tie first one leg back and then the other so that she was completely spread for whatever he had in mind.

His fingers returned to her sex, starting to rub gently as Father Ableforth stepped from the shadows. Her eyes grew wide and Niamh started to protest only to be cut off with her own moan when Isai pinched her clit hard and allowed Albeforth to speak, “there are things older in this world than even the word of the Christian lord, I have read of them before, and I have seen them with my own eyes now. We will make to the god of fertility, Dagon, a temple. Isai will be his avatar and you will be his whore.” The man struck a match then and lit the candlewick that Niamh hadn’t noticed was emerging from the tip of the penis above her before he stepped back into the shadows.

A low chant began and she turned her eyes to the dark skinned man before her, an edge of shock now in her green eyes. His fingers teased once again expertly and he whispered as he stepped in closer, “do you like our game?” She nodded and was awarded by the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down her slick slit. A drop of wax splashed to her chest and she hissed while he mouthed ‘good’ and then shoved the head of his cock into her virgin body and pushed deeply in before bowing his head. As she arched she could hear the priest chanting in Latin, but could understand enough that she realized her virginity had been the sacrifice to welcome Dagon in.

Isai’s head lifted then, but his eyes were a pupiless white. He looked her over then turned his head towards the priest who had stopped chanting to ask in Latin why he had been called upon. The voice was deep, guttural, and sounded at the same time hollow as if it was coming from somewhere far away. “We make to you an offering, Lord Dagon, after too long without.” Slowly the spirit possessing Isai twisted his head back towards her, though the manner it turned was almost inhuman, and he ordered her himself while the thick cock buried within her body flexed, “summon me, whore.” More wax spilled over her chest, causing her to hiss quietly, and then she squeezed down on the cock in her, shuddering in response to the fullness and the sheer wrongness of the moment.

There were no ritual words as the bound girl started to roll her hips and whisper in a low heated voice, “come to me, Lord Dagon. Fuck me...” Those hips above hers began to piston then as he started to thrust into her, but now that the flood gates had been opened she continued, “fuck me, please. Ahh yess... I give myself to you. I deny all other gods. Take me, Dagon. Fill my belly with your cum.” Isai’s head turned towards where the priest was and he blinked for a moment, imparting a little bit of his power into the old man before turning back and continuing to pound into his whore’s body, stating, “You will deny no man who will come in my name.” His cock shuddered in her as he kept pushing harder.

Niamh nodded before her hair was pulled and forced her head back and down. Another cock, this one belonging to the priest who had been a father figure to her, was shoved into her mouth as she caught a look at his pupiless eyes... He began to face fuck her, shoving his cock down her throat while her pussy was violated, each thrust moving in time with the other as if they were working in some sort of concert with one another. Hands moved to her chest the, squeezing and breaking up the wax which had started to dry there while more began to spill over her upper abdomen.

All too soon she found it too much for her and she cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her muscles clamped around Dagon’s dick, urging the god to fill her and yet she received only disappointment as he did not, but continued to fuck her instead. A hand reached down, ripping the bonds holding her ankles and then she found herself spun about before the cock was shoved back into her again. Her mouth was once more filled by the priest and both men continued to fuck her. Another orgasm sent her shuddering a few moments later, but still they continued to ride.

She lost count of how long, only the splatter of hot wax over her back and down to the small gave any semblance of time. Orgasm after orgasm racked her body as her world narrowed down to the thrusting cocks, the scent of sex and the taste of precum. Just before the candle above her sputtered out she felt herself being slammed into harder and harder, Isai’s cock pummeling into her cervix and then into her womb as he arched and began to cum hard, filling her and then overfilling though the only avenue of escape was completely plugged. At the same time the elderly priest had grabbed her by the hair and forced himself to the root before exploding down her throat, filling her belly as Isai filled her womb only to collapse as Dagon left him with the spent orgasm.

Isai withdrew then, though unlike the priest his eyes did not change back, he turned without a word and walked nakedly to the stairs leading out of the basement so that he could take in his new world. Niamh was left on the table, still strapped by her wrists; her passed out body filled with otherworldly cum to await the return of her new god... Only it was not her god that found her, but an elderly parishioner that found her passed out, strapped to a table above the corpse of their priest after he had obviously violated the ‘innocent’ nun, likely with the strange groundskeeper that they never saw again.