Volume 11: East of Eden
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I froze in the doorway, hoping that my reaction did not show. Surely I must be mistaken? The revered leader of this closed community, this miraculous figure, caught wanking in the bushes? I was at a loss; just what was going on I could not determine. The Reverend stood up and stalked around the desk, beckoning me forward with a pre-emptive wave of his hand. I approached the desk slowly, followed by Jem and Jacob at a respectful distance. He walked around me as if he was inspecting a prize specimen. "So you are Goodwife Selene's sister, are you?" he said softly. "I am, sir," I replied, carefully following the form of address Dragon had recommended to me. "And you look so very young," he continued, almost to himself, "Barely more than a child yourself, are you not?" "I am a little older than I look, sir," I replied, presenting a half-truth again suggested by Dragon. "Hah! No doubt that Spawn of the Devil's loins, the handiwork of Lucifer himself," the Reverend almost spat, "That foul nanotechnology has had a hand in your appearance!" "I'm told so, sir," I returned, looking at the floor with pretended embarrassment. The Reverend abruptly turned to the two men who had accompanied me from the gate. "Leave us!" he commanded. The two men did as they were instructed with alacrity, although I did detect a glance, perhaps even a smirk, that passed between them as they closed the door behind them. "Strip!" the Reverend instructed. I hastened to comply, slipping out of the heavy and confining jacket and skirt almost with a sense of relief. Under other circumstances, I would have been eager with anticipation. The firm command and the evident urgent need of another person is something that can generally be relied upon to immediately excite me. Here, tinged with an indefinable overtone of threat which I was not familiar with, I felt an unaccustomed nervousness about a sexual encounter - something I had not experienced in a very long time. Reluctantly, I slipped off the vast knickers that covered me from waist to mid-thigh, then started to unbutton the white blouse. I let the shirt fall to the floor and stood naked, ankles demurely together, while the Reverend again walked around and around me, studying me from every side. He made a close inspection of my arms and legs and feet, his fingers exploring the boundary between the band of tough leathery skin below my breasts and above my waist, and the softer and more sensitive skin to either side. He briefly fingered the unconventional opening between my tits, and twisting my nipples cruelly just once, perhaps just to see if they were real. He put his hands on my shoulders and made me kneel in front of him, opening a slit in the front of his clothes and bringing out his dick, already stiffening with excitement. Without warning he suddenly forced his cock in my mouth. I struggled to oblige him, not because his dick was particularly large or impressive, but because he seemed to have no desire or concern over my wellbeing or enjoyment of the encounter. I gagged, something I can normally control without difficultly, but he did not relax the pressure nor cease his urgent thrusting at my discomfort. After a few moments, presumably enough to make him as large and hard as he was going to get, he raised me up and brutally bent me forward over his desk. He held me down with one hand around my desk while roughly fingering me in the ass and cunt alternately. "Such a slut, wanting this, a wanton hussy," he growled in my ear, "But I have a way towards absolution for harlots like you, a way to take away the sin - at least for a moment." So saying, he plunged his penis into me, fucking me hard for a few seconds before spurting his seed inside me. It was now abundantly clear to me that the Reverend was essentially a hypocrite, engaging in casual and exploitive sex with all penitents and visitors - and presumably anyone else he could persuade - on the pretext of checking them over, inspecting them for physical or moral damage, while publicly preaching the virtues of abstinence and marital fidelity. And his apparently miraculous longevity? Probably that was equally hypocritical. He had access to the automation - the nanotechnology, as he called it - in the world outside, the real world. He somehow managed to leave the supposedly secured area that was the Eden Commune, presumably without being observed, which was how I had come to glimpse him masturbating in the bushes at the lakeside retreat. It was all over soon enough. Of course he enjoyed it - I could see that plainly in his face - but, for the first time ever, I felt used, dirty and mistreated after sex.
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