It was over three hours later, the slut was roped back to a flat and felt covered board, her arms were pulled out over her head and her wrists bound by strong rope. She was lashed within one of the heavy timber frameworks, laid flat and with her legs pulled wide to offer her pussy open and vulnerable. Her ankles were lashed securely to the sides of the frame, the structure so designed to leave the end of the open and to allow the priest access to her naked body. Her ample breasts were bound also with rope, pillowing the soft, creamy orbs out and up, the ropes then looped around her neck and tied off beneath the board she lay on.

Little glass phials covered her pink nipples, the tapered ends having worked wooden caps painted with grey tendem oil, but that had little air-holes in the tips. A third glass phial had been placed over her jutting clitoris, encasing the little hooded bud in a showcase of clear glass.

“Speak, girl,” the priest said, wiping his mouth to remove the crumbs of his meal. “Confess your sins.”

He lifted the heavy flagon to his mouth and drank a long draft of the sweet red wine, belching loudly as his full stomach was further stretched. His placed the flagon carefully aside and gripped his hardening cock with his right hand.

“Confess,” he repeated threatening as his advanced on the tethered girl, his cock held at the ready, and the bloated head looking angry and engorged. “Confess or this time I will fuck your arse.”

The girl whimpered fearfully and then her expression changed to a mask of horrified shock as the meaning of his words sunk fully in.

“Noooooooooooo!” she wailed pitifully.

“Yes!” he laughed back at her and entered the open end of the frame.

The girl began to struggle and thrash her body as he leaned over her, the velvety warm head of his cock rubbing revoltingly over her naked belly.

“Confess that the devil is within you, slut.” He chuckled and belched again.

“No,” she stated firmly in defiance. “Rebellious I might be, but possessed? Never!”

He nodded his acceptance and his cock jerked in pleasured reaction to her rejection. A great grin creased his face, a most sadistic grin simply emanating pure evil.

"The glass phials on your nipples," he explained with a sneer. “Have a pigskin membranes inside the wooden caps. Do you know the purpose they serve?”

The girl gave a nervous whimper, her eyes portraying her great fear; she shook her head slowly, staring back into his wicked eyes.

“When sucked on,” he said with a low chuckle. “A vacuum is created, the air coming out but not being allowed to enter back into the phial.

The girl looked bemused.

“See for yourself the effects,” he said evenly, dipped his head down and covered one wooden cap with his mouth. His cheeks pumped to suck the air out and the girl screamed as her tender nipple was sucked up and doubled in size, material milk oozed from the hole in the tip, flowing readily to fill the remainder of the glass phial. He watched as she thrashed her head side-to-side and bucked her hips and body in a vane attempt to ease the excruciating vacuum tearing at her nipple.

Within the phial the vacuum held, a terrific suction within the cup that not only enlarged her nipple and held the milk but at the base had sucked part of her breasts in also.

“Confess, slut,” he demanded.

She simply ignored him or didn’t hear him, the girl was struggling at her bonds and wailing the lament of the dead as the constant suction on her teat sucked her child-milk from her.

The priest dipped his head again and sucked on the other wooden cap, enlarging her other nipple and filling that phial also with her breast milk.

“Confess,” he intoned and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over the swell of her firm, warm belly.
It delighted him the way her stomach undulated as the pain washed through her. Her buds would feel as though they were at bursting point and the leaked milk would add a hot tingling pain to the little tube inside them. Constant discomfort and raw pain, unrelenting suffering and with not an ounce of easing in the terrible suction.
“Well?” he asked and pressed his cock harder down onto her belly, moaning aloud as the sensations washed though him. “Are you ready to admit to laying with the devil?”

“I will not confess!” she screamed, the wailing tailing off to a heavy and heartfelt sobbing that jerked her slight frame violently in body-wrenching shudders.

“Very well,” he said and moved back between her parted thighs.............

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