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Katrina and the wicked priest part 3 (Remastered into something hotter) (fm:group, 13358 words) [3/3] show all parts

Author: Josh and Bella Picture in profile
Added: Jun 27 2025Views / Reads: 222 / 215 [97%]Part vote: 9.69 (1 vote)
Katrina’s holes are used, stretched, and flooded by the 5 elders as Ethan stays oblivious. From sweet to sacred whore, she finds purpose serving cock. Her pussy, ass, and throat now exist only to be owned.
 


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Chapter 1 - Soaked in impurity The door barely clicked shut before Katrina was wrapped in Ethan's arms. His lips brushed her forehead, his hands clinging tight to her damp curves.

"Girl, look at you," he murmured. "Soaked to the bone. Still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Her heart thudded, not from love—but panic. He thought it was rain. Sweet, clueless Ethan... thinking she was dripping because of the weather, not because her pussy and asshole had just been used by two filthy old men. He didn't smell the truth—the sweat, the cum still sliding down her thighs.

She stood there, held tight by the boy who still thought she was his innocent girlfriend, while the mess from Papa Cain's and Master Herod's cocks crept down her leg.

"I... I should probably shower," she whispered, barely meeting his eyes as she stepped back, arms folding over her chest like a shield. Her voice trembled, thin and unsure, as if any louder and he might smell what still clung to her skin. Her legs wobbled slightly, and she looked down, lips parted in stunned silence. "Just... I'll be quick."

And before he could say another word, she was gone.

She locked the bathroom door and gripped the sink. Her reflection stared back—lipstick smeared, mascara smudged, eyes glassy with shame and heat. Her dress peeled off, sticking to her skin as it dropped to the floor.

And there it was.

Thick, pearly streaks of cum smeared along the inside of her thighs. Still fucking leaking. Her pussy was red, swollen, twitching with aftershocks. Her asshole stung from how hard Master Herod had fucked it. She dragged her fingers through the mess, brought them to her lips without even thinking. Salt. Sweat. Cock.

She stared at herself in the mirror—cheeks flushed, hair tangled, thighs still glistening with the mess of sin. "He still thinks I'm pure..." she whispered, the words catching in her throat. Her reflection looked back—used, filthy, and somehow alive. "But I don't even know who I am anymore."

The shower steamed around her, but it didn't matter. The water couldn't wash away what they'd done to her. Her nipples were rock hard, sensitive as hell. Every spray of water made her pussy throb again. She bit her lip when her fingers slipped down—but stopped herself. Not yet. Not with him in the house. She needed to act normal. Hide the little cum-soaked slut she'd become.

Dinner was torture.

Fresh dress. Perfume. Legs crossed tight under the table, trying to keep control of the mess still seeping out of her ruined holes. Her panties were soaked again, sticky against her pussy, each throb a reminder that she was still leaking cum from two huge black cocks. Next to her, Ethan smiled sweetly, holding her hand as he told her parents how much he'd missed her, how hard it was to be away. He had no idea. None.

Her mother beamed. "You know, she's been glowing since she started attending the chapel. So much more... free."

Her stepfather nodded, swallowing a mouthful of rice. "Yes, I even met one of the mentors this morning—what was his name? Herod? Harold? Seemed like a respectable man."

Her whole pussy clenched. That name. Just the sound of it sent a dirty tremor through her gut. She saw him in her mind—his cock swinging like a fucking club, his voice snarling as he shoved himself into her tight little asshole.

"Katrina," her mother said, turning to her with a gentle nudge. "Why don't you tell Ethan about your sessions at the chapel? You've been so devoted lately."

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