Branded By My Ex’s Daddy

The leather cuffs bit into my wrists holding me in place. I could barely move. My ankles were strapped down too, legs spread open, exposed. The blindfold over my eyes was thick, blocking out everything but sound, and god, the sounds were endless.Low murmurs. A gavel striking. Men bidding like they were buying art. Except it wasn’t art they were drooling over. It was me.I was on display, naked, bound, a number written across my thigh in red marker. They didn’t need my name. They didn’t care.“She’s new,” a voice announced. “Virgin to the club. Untouched by our members. Unbroken.”I heard a chuckle dark and amused, like someone already imagining what they'd do to me.“Starting at ten grand. Who’s got the balls?”The bids started fast.“Ten.”“Twelve.”“Fifteen.”“Twenty.”A pause.“Thirty-five,” someone said, voice low and commanding.Everything stilled. Even I froze.His voice wasn’t like the others. It was familiar. Deep. Smug.I knew that voice.I’d moaned for it. Whispered "good m

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Holy Hole—1

They warned me about him.Said he was possessed. Said no priest had lasted more than an hour alone with the boy before begging to be replaced. But they sent me anyway. Because I was young. Clean. A rising flame in God’s house. Maybe they thought I’d be strong enough to withstand whatever evil had sunk its claws into him.They didn’t tell me he’d look like that.The door creaked as I stepped inside the chapel basement. Cold air kissed my skin beneath the robes, the kind of damp that sunk into your bones. Candlelight flickered in the stone chamber, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. And in the center—chained, shirtless, barefoot—was him.He was crouched like an animal, knees drawn up, dark hair sticking to his temples. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths. Not like someone afraid. Like someone waiting.I swallowed. My palms were damp inside my sleeves.“I am Father Marcellus,” I announced, though my voice sounded thinner than it should have. “I’ve been sent

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Holy Hole—2

I was shaking.Bent over the small altar, my cheek pressed to cold stone, robes shoved up around my waist like a whore in a confessional. My thighs trembled with every breath. His fingers were gone, but I still felt them. Still ached where they’d been. Open, wet, wanting.God, forgive me.No.God wasn’t here.“Look at you,” the demon murmured from behind me. “Dripping on His altar. What would your brothers say?”I couldn’t speak.He was stroking himself now. I heard it—slow, thick slaps of skin in the silence, oil-slick and heavy. I didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to see how big he was.But I did.I turned my head just enough, eyes catching candlelight and movement.And fuck me, he was huge.Not monstrous. Not grotesque. Human—but too much of it. Thick. Veined. Red at the tip. He smeared the remaining oil down the shaft with a groan like he’d been waiting for this for centuries.“You ready, Father?” he whispered, voice low and almost kind.“No,” I breathed. “Please—”He stepped close

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Branded By My Ex’s Daddy

Holy Hole—1

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