Preacher's Pet

By Becca Sinh

 

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Preacher had been searching for his perfect "Chosen One" for years. One by one, he had rejected all the other girls in his secret religious commune, until only Eve was left. Would she be his special consort, the only one who was fully capable of serving all his intense sexual needs? (erotica, hardcore, science fiction, religious commune, fanatical preacher, teen, virgin, older man, hardcore sex, telepathy)

 

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She didn't want Preacher to touch her. The look in his eyes made her feel jumpy inside, and a little scared...like she was a little mouse, and he was the cat just waiting to pounce on her and eat her up. She'd only once dared to say so to Sheba, one of the older girls who'd shared her sleeping room until her baby girl was born. Sheba had giggled, and said she was right, that Preacher would eat her all up. But then she'd promised that Eve would like it a lot.

It was all very strange.

He was watching her again. And Eve felt the fear churn in her stomach as he slowly stood up, and walked over to where she was kneeling on her pad. Maybe if she prayed really, really hard...

The light touch on her shoulder nearly made her scream with terror. But when she nervously peered up, Preacher was smiling down at her. And suddenly she didn't feel so scared anymore.

"It's your turn, Eve." No one else seemed to hear him speak, but she did, crystal clear in her mind. "Come with me now, there's a good girl. You're my Chosen today. It's a great honor."

Yes, it was a great honor. She knew that. Being Chosen made her special.

Obediently Eve stood up, and shook the wrinkles from her long gray skirt, and followed Preacher into his secret room behind the praying area. She was almost as tall as Preacher--when had that happened?

"You're a very good girl." He was still smiling as he closed the door and locked it. "I'm very pleased with you. I know you'll do just what I tell you. Won't you, Eve?"

A little trickle of fear began to intrude again, but Eve nodded. She'd do whatever Preacher wanted. That's what girls were for, to please him. She'd been taught that right from birth.

"I want you to take off your clothes."