Resort Town Shenanigans (closed)

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St. Moritz was a quint Alpine resort town set in the Engadine in Switzerland, catering to the summer and winter seasonal season visitors. The inhabitants were friendly to both each other and the visitors who came to spend time and money in their town. They hosted winter sports such as skiing, hockey, bobsledding, and other such activities. The summer tourist seasonal sports also including sailing, long distance biking, running, and other such sports.
It was also home to Saint Mauritius, referred to the church of the springs. This came from the early history that early pilgrims used to visit in order to drink from the nearby Mauritius springs in hopes of being healed. Although the church wasn't anywhere close to a mega church, it boasted a healthy number of regular local and foreign visitors. Two priests were in charge of the church, with a handful of volunteers helping with the upkeep and other duties at the church.

Greylork was a low level demon who often moved around various human towns, mostly just watching and taking notes of mortal life. However, he did get bored of those duties and go hands-on to aleve his boredom. This time was no exception. Like all demons, he did enjoy playing with the human lives, stirring up what trouble he could. It had taken him a few days to decide on what to do before finally deciding to disguise himself as a pastor to spend some time corrupting within the church.

It was a couple of days before the winter seasonal that the demon decided to join. He had learnt the eldest of the two pastors had decided it was his time to retired, so that would be his in. Forging the transfer papers was easy enough, so he had those in hand when he had approached the door of the church. It was only a couple of knocks before it was the elder pastor himself who answered, looking a little confused.

"Hello there sir. You are a little early for the evening sermon, but you are more than welcome to come in."

Grelork took a moment to smile before holding up the sealed forged orders for the man to take.

"Actually, I was sent to be your replacement. I know it's a little early for me to be here, but things moved ahead of schedule."

The old man had to process the interaction for a moment before smiling. He stepped to the side, opening the door wider.

"Oh, of course. Please come in so I can get you settled in."
 
Sarah sat in a pew in the front of the church. She hadn’t normally been they type to go to church, but the events of the last few days left her seriously rethinking her life. She was at this resort town with her boyfriend of 2 years, Jake. He was the first guy she ever was truely close with, and even loved. She had come here with him to support him in a skiing competition.

Two days ago, after winning a race, she and Jake went to a party with friends from the teams, and after many drinks, she walked in on Jake and another girl having sex. She stood in the doorway of the room frozen as he watched her loving boyfriend of 2 years pounding this random girl from behind. She watched him tear into her and her while she moaned wildly. When Jake noticed Sarah standing there, he didn’t even stop. He just kept going as if she meant nothing to him. Sarah left Jake that night. She packed her things and tried to find a room at another hotel, but everything was booked.

That’s how she made it to the church. The pastor, Father Murphy, was an older man, and welcomed her into the church immediately. He allowed her to stay in a spare room of the pastor's quarters while she sorted out her life, in exchange she’d help out around the church. For the first time in a while she felt safe again. She spent most of the next day wandering the church trying to forget herself. Then suddenly a new pastor came walking into the church. She turned around to meet him.

“Hello, I’m Sarah, Father Murphy has been letting me stay here for a bit to um, help out while I figure some things out. It’s nice to meet you.”
 
Grelork grinned as he took in the young woman who had greeted them as they reached the front row. He could sense there was something broken within her, something that could help him corrupt her. His eyes roved over her carefully, not like he was looking over a piece of meat, but with a neutral look to them.

"I see. A pleasure to meet you Sarah. You may call me Father Gre."

He looked forward to hearing her cries of pleasure and the sight of her sweating flesh, but that would come soon enough. Father Murphy smiled at the warm interaction before looking to Sarah.

"Father Gre will be my replacement here at the church. I shall be leaving sooner than expected, only a few days from today. I know things have been rough for you, but the good Lord has good things in store for you while you are here. If you don't mind, would you help with dinner while I show the new Father around?"

Grelock's gaze lingered on Sarah for a moment longer before Father Murphy led him further around the church.
 
When father Gre entered the church, Sarah felt something I'll come over her. She couldn't quite explain it at first. She warmly welcomed him and introduced herself, and before father Murphy led him away she could feel father Gre's eyes linger in her. she wasn't even looking at him but she could feel his gaze. She couldn't explain this feeling but it was definitely different. The church had been such a safe haven to her in recent days and so she didn't want to seem ungrateful. If Father Gre was to replace Father Murphy, it must be for the best.

She walked to the back of the church to prepare a meal for them. There isnt much in the way of fancy dining in the church but she does her best. The three of them sit for dinner, and there isn't much talking.

"I'm sure you both have much to discuss, so I don't want to interrupt. I am so grateful to you both for taking me in. I will be in my room if you need me for anything." She said before standing and taking her leave.
 
Grelock didn't speak much at dinner, though his eyes had roved over Sarah carefully, like a predator eyeing up a piece of meat. He smiled sweetly for a moment as she excused herself. Father Murphy did as well.

"Thank you Sarah. I don't believe we'll need anything else tonight, so free feel to enjoy yourself. After she left, the two continued to talk for a bit longer. Gre easily talked Father Murphy into leaving early, telling the man to enjoy himself a little before having to head off to his next place. After helping the older man with his things and helping him to leave, the demon walked around the church as he made his plans on what to do next.

The next morning, a black garment bag was hanging on the outside of Sarah's door. A note was attached to thank her for her volunteering and her presence would be welcome moving forward. The garment would be the new uniform to wear and to let him know if there were any problems with the new outfit. Interestingly, she would find everything to fit her perfectly, tailor-made to fit every part of her.

Letting her sleep in, the demon spent his time in the main hall looking through the notes of the prior priests. He would be standing at the pulpit when she decided to come in.
 
Sarah walked back to her room after leaving the dining room. Father Gre's words lingered on her as she made her way through the church back to her small quarters. 'feel free to enjoy yourself' he had said. The words themselves were innocent, but how he said it made her skin crawl. He looked her in the eyes as he spoke and his gaze was so penetrating it felt like she was almost being commanded. She didn't know what to make of it, only that she she had to get away.

She got to her room and closed the door quickly behind her and leaned her back to the door for a moment. She felt almost dirty but couldn't explain why. She decided she'd take a shower before sleeping so she slipped off her shoes, then her skirt and lifted her top up over her head. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror admiring her figure and ample breasts and her firm butt. She then starts to push down the delicate fabric of her panties. As her hands lower the sides of the thong, she was struck by the realization that she was soaking wet.

Her eyes find herself in the mirror again and father Gre's words ring through her mind again. 'feel free to enjoy yourself.'

She stepped into the shower closing her eyes as the warm water washed over her body. She could see his face in her mind staring back at her repeating those words. As the steam rose in the shower she soon found herself rubbing her clit to the image of his face staring back at her. Her soft moans echo in the bathroom. she slips two fingers inside, picking up her pace and her hips lean into her motion and not long after her eyes shoot open as she screams through a powerful orgasm.

She finished showering quickly then slips in bed confused and almost ashamed. She masterbated to the image of a priest, one who was taking her in and giving her the safety of this home.

In the morning she woke feeling refreshed and thought very little of the night before. she dressed quickly, washed up and opened her door to go out into the church when she noticed something hanging outside her door. A garment bag, it looked like. Confused, she brought it back to the room, closed the door and hung it up then unzipped it. There was a note inside that thanked her for volunteering and informed her that this would be the new uniform for the church. She carefully took out the pieces and layed them on the bed.

She didn't know what to make if it, it almost looked like something from a movie. It was a black leather tight dress with heals, sleeves and a habit. She knew that nuns wore something similar but always thought they dressed with more modesty. but she pushed back any hesitation as she reminded herself of how grateful she was that in her time of need, nobody was there for her except the church, and so she undressed and slipped on all the various pieces of her new uniform, then made her way out into the church.

She entered the church hall and walked up the aisle to the front. Father Gre was standing at the pulpit.

"Good morning father Gre, what would you have of me today?" She asked greeting him in her new uniform.
 
Though he had heard the soft of the heels on the hardwood floor, he didn't bother to look up. He did look up once she spoke, asking what she could do. He gave a smile seeing that she had put on the uniform and wasn't making a fuss about it. He didn't speak a word as he walked from behind the pulpit towards her.

He reached out with one hand, placing it on her left hip. His hand remained on her as he moved around her, stroking over the curve of her ass as he looked her up and down. His hand didn't pull away until he moved over her right hip and stood in front of her.

"That suits you rather well, if I do say so. A perfect fit for a lovely girl."

He took a moment to glance around at the church for a moment before looking at her.

"I will be giving my first sermon this afternoon, so the church needs to look nice and tidy. It does look pretty good, but I'm sure it could probably be a little better. Just do a quick look around the main hall that there is no trash, and things are in their proper place."

He lets his eyes linger on her for a few more seconds before moving back to the pulpit to resume looking through his notes.
 
I felt a swell within me when he came down from the pulpit and traced his hands around my hips. Then he complimented me. When he said a perfect fit for a lovely girl I smiled bashfully. I didn't have an expectation of how the new priest would be, I had thought he might be like the last one; conservative and reserved. Father Gre seems somewhat traditional in how he speaks, but there's more of an almost sensual appreciation he has. Maybe I'm overthinking it. It could be that I'm wearing tight leather inside a church that has me thinking this way, or maybe because I madterbated last night to the memory of Father Gre. Either way I feel happy to serve him however he may ask.

When he asked me to clean the church I replied, "yes father, I will do as you ask."

I grab a dustpan and broom from the storage closet and begin going through the pews sweeping what dirt I can find to the center aisles then when it's in one spot I swept it all into the dustpan, my dress rides up as I bend, but it's hard to maintain modesty in this outfit. With how i feel for Father Gre, I make an effort to make myself visible to him in a simple task like sweeping the floor.

When I finish I walk back to the front of the church to meet him.

"The church is clean father. Is there anything else you'd have me do?"
 
He was pleasently surprised that she had taken his actions so well, not pulling away as he touched on her. He smiled as she obeyed him and went about cleaning up. He returned back to the pulpit, putting the finishing touches on the sermon. However, he did look up occasionally to watch her clean. He gave a smile when she returned to him for more things to do.

"At this time, I think that is enough. I do have some more instructions for you. It's time for me to greet the arrivals, and you can come as well. When I start the sermon, I would like you kneeling beside the pulpit while I deliver it. Please don't move until after."

He isn't quite sure that she would follow what he wanted, but he was looking forward to see how things would turn out. With that, he went to the front door and pushed it open to let the afternoon sun in. He wasn't sure how many to expect, but he made sure to greet each person with a smile and hand shake.
 
I felt such satisfaction knowing that I accomplished the task Father Gre gave me. Although it was menial, I smiled when he acknowledged it was complete and that he had more tasks for me. Then he said he must welcome people into the church and wanted me next to him at the pulpit the whole time. I am not too familiar with how the masses are supposed to be ran so having me stay next to the pulpit with him doesn't seem strange. Even having to kneel doesn't shock me. I am simply happy to serve him, as I am grateful for what he and the church have provided for me.

He walks to the doors of the church opening them and letting the bright sunlight fill the halls. he warmly greets each person as they enter. There aren't many, at least not enoytonfill the church, but a surprising amount show up considering this is a resort town after all.

I make my way to the front of the church and kneel beside the pulpit waiting for him to begin.
 
Despite the cold of the winter wind and snow, Gre was quite comfortable as he greeted each visitor. He didn't know how many were locals, or just vacationers, but he knew he would come to figure that out soon. Though there wasn't a large amount visiting, there was a good mixture of young and old, though no children were in attendance. Many were surprised to see him instead of Father Murphy, but he assured those that everything was just fine. Once everyone was in, he closed the doors to close out the cold. He gave a smile to Sarah as she knelt beside the pulpit as he had commanded. Stepping behind the pulpit, he opened his arms wide for a moment.

"Welcome everyone. I am Father Gre, replacing Father Murphy for the season. Please offer up your prayers, for he also decided to retire as well. And this lovely woman," His hand reached over for a moment as he spoke to lay upon Sarah's covered head, "is Sarah. She has volunteered to stay and help out around for a bit. She will be able to help you when I am not around."

His hand gave her head a gentle squeeze before pulling away. His eyes looked over the gathered crowd, lingering on the various ladies. His gaze was subtle and piercing, as if peering into their very souls eagerly. However, he didn't make it so obvious as he launched into his sermon. He moved around the stage energetically as his spoke, his words seeming to be tinged with sweetness. His sermon would have be close to the truth, but he subtly twisted how things should have been told. He continued for almost an hour, as well as leading a couple of prayers. He did noticed a little bit of questioning looks on some faces, but that didn't bother him at all. As he moved around, he occasionally laid his hand upon Sarah's head. He soon stood behind the pulpit once more as he finished in one final prayer.

"Thank you all for coming. The doors will always be open to all to visit during the morning, afternoon, and evening." He grinned playfully for a moment. "The church does have to sleep sometime. However, should any emergency arise in which the church's help is needed, one has but to ask. I hope to see you all once more."

He gently motioned for Sarah to follow him as he moved to the doors, opening them and standing by as he saw everyone off.
 
I looked around the room as people filled in. Most were older men and some women either my age or older. I couldn't help but notice the men were fixated on me in my outfit kneeling up front. I could tell they were thinking things one probably shouldn't think at mass, but still I felt confident in my position here. I trust that Father Gre wouldn't put me in a position that I couldn't handle.

Father Gre began his sermon. It was nice, I thought. A little unconventional at times but overall it left me feeling hopeful. I loved the part where he said that loving thy neighbor is more about talking action then it is about feelings. To show others your love in material ways not just in sentiment. I felt that the church has showed me love in this way, so I loved hearing it from him. When he finished, he had me stand next to him to see people out the door. I smiled at them as they left and wished that they'd return soon.

When the last person left, he closed the doors behind them and turned to me.

"I loved your sermon Father. It really resonated with me. Please, if there's anything you need at all from me, just ask."
 
He smiled hearing that she was willing to do anything he asked. It would do well in helping to expand his desires and help spread a little more corruption to the town.

"That is wonderful to hear. With that, I am feeling a little famished from the sermon. I think getting some lunch will do us both some good. You did well, staying by my side throughout the sermon. I think more people will enjoy visiting. Now, why don't you see what can be made for lunch?"

He started to move past her, but paused for a moment. He reached out and placed his hand on her covered ass, keeping it there with a smile all the way to the back area of the church where the large kitchen was. He only pulled away to sit and wait to see what she was going to fix.

"I'll have to take an inventory to see what all we have, food, supplies, and such. Did Father Murphy tell you anything about that sort of stuff?"
 
I felt a warmth when he said I did good staying by his side. Then he asked me to prepare us lunch and we both walked through the church to the kitchen. The whole time he escorted me with his hand on the tight leather covering my ass. I didn't think anything off about it. He's maybe a bit old school with women which is fine. With me dressed like this, I feel flattered by the gesture.

We get to the kitchen and I try to prepare what I can.

"I have only been here a few days, and usually Father Murphy would do the shopping. But I'll do my best. I think there's ingredients for sandwiches, or we can have the leftovers from dinner.
 
He nodded for a moment, listening to her.

"I think a sandwich will be fine for now. Once we take an inventory of things, we can go together to do any shopping. I'm sure you know the area a little better than myself."

He watched her make lunch, waiting on her. He wasn't really hungry, but putting on the show was probably going to be best. Once she finished making lunch, he shifted the chair back from the table, but still close. He patted his lap with a smile.

"Come and sit. Tell me what brought you here and what plans you have for staying here."
 
She pulled all the ingredients out of the refrigerator and bread and fixed the best sandwich she could with what was available, then walked it over to Father Gre who gestured for her to sit on his lap. As she sat down her skirt rode up and her bare ass was all that touched his legs.

"Well father, about a week ago, the man I loved cheated on me and left me for some random girl. We were together for a few years. I used to be into wild things, I shouldn't even talk about here, but when I met him everything was different. He cared for me and I thought we were in love and would settle down. I came here to this resort with him to support him, but then he just casually slept with another woman, and didn't even care how it hurt me. So I left and I've been stranded here with no place to go. Until I found the church, and Father Murphy took me in. And now you. I have no home to go back to." She said as she started to cry.
 
He was quiet as he listened to her tale, occasionaly taking a bite. He rested on hand on the small of her back comfortingly as he held his sandwich in the other hand. He tsked softly, shaking his head. Her tale really didn't move him, but he played along as if it really had. In fact, he enjoyed the story, hearing the downfall of her that made her end up in his lap. He hadn't finished his sandwich by the time she started crying.

Placing the rest back on the plate, he smiled sweetly. He rested that hand on the top of her right bare thigh, squeezing gently. "Now now, there's no need to cry. There's plenty of room here at the church for you to stay as long as you like. It would be quite rude of me to turn away such a lovely lost little lamp."

He leaned closer to her, kissing the middle of her forehead for a moment before siting back. His hands rubbed gently up and down her back and along the top of her bare thigh.

"It was his loss to lose a sweet lamb as yourself."
 
Hearing Father Gre's words were comforting. He listened patiently as I told my story and didn't offer judgement. He made me feel welcomed and appreciated. His warm hand on my thigh and back lulled me back and took away my sadness. Then he kissed my forehead and I felt such warmth.

"Thank you Father, it means a lot to me that I have someone like you in my life right now. I owe so much to you and the church. I don't have much to give to thank you but I'll do my best. Whatever you need from me, just ask." She said looking deeply into his eyes.
 
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"Oh, I'm sure you have much to give my sweet lamb. Even if you don't know now, I am sure we can figure out such things together."

He was pleasantly surprised she didn't try and pull away from him so far, letting him touch and treat her as he wanted. Not that he would have really cared if she had tried to resist him, that would have just given him more joy in working to break her. He knew he had not given any underwear to wear with the outfit, he he decided to see if she had worn any or not.

He continued to rub along her back as he slid his other hand down the inside of her thigh and up underneath the leather dress. He grinned as he soon felt no sign of anything but bare flesh. "Oh, such a wonderful little lamb." His fingertips stroked over her bare folds teasingly before he pushed a finger into her, slowly and deeply. He carefully searched for her g-spot, concentrating on it as he stroked a second finger in and out of her while rubbing over her clit with his thumb.
 
Ive felt so safe in the church and so comfortable with Father Gre in the brief time we've been together so far. He's shown such care for me specifically. Even with the uniform being unconventional, it was the attention to me that made me feel safe. Now feeling that I owe him so much gratitude and having nothing to give in return, I feel like I owe him everything.

Then he places his hand on my thigh and works his way up. Our eyes are locked on each other when his fingers find my opening. I should feel violated, but for some reason I don't. Maybe in some way I've felt attraction to him all along but didn't know how to express it. I don't move or struggle, I just let him advance as he wants to.

A warmth comes over me as he slips a finer inside then he finds my g-spot and I let out a soft moan. My pussy gets wet on his lap and my body responds by shaking my hips into his hand.

"Oh Father. Is this what you want from me? I don't have much to give you. But I do have my body to offer you in gratitude for your kindness if that's what you want of me." She says to him softly. Then she pulls down the leather top exposing her breasts.
 
He was pleasantly surprised that she was being so eager for him, but that was all part of his plans. He knew some of the human females were more eager than others, he just lucked out on an easy one to start with.

"Mmm, I have no problem at all with you offering up your body to me. It is a wonderful offer that I will accept."

He smiled as he felt her get wet for him, wetting his fingers. He continued to stroke her sensitive spots, picking up the speed and intensity on her. He leaned his head down to her breast, eagerly rubbing his face between them. His tongue lashed out, licking over her soft flesh and nipples as he enjoyed the offering from her. He continued to pleasure her for a little longer, licking his lips as he lifted his head.

"Cum, little lamb. Let me hear you scream."
 
He keeps calling me little lamb. She thinks to herself. Maybe it's just part of being a priest. She doesn't put too much thought to it but for some reason when he increases the intensity and tells her to cum her body responds like she's been commanded.

He pressed his face into her chest and sucked her nipples, biting them. She felt a sting and moaned into it. His fingers found her pleasure spots and her moaning intensified. Her orgasm came as he commanded. she arched her back and bucked her hips into him as a wave ov pleasure swept over her body.

"Oh Father, oh Father! Ahhh ohh Ahhhhhh! I'm. Cumming!" She cried out, screaming with pleasure. Her pussy melted in his hand soaking his lap in her juices.

She felt herself come down and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him tightly as her breathing slowed.
 
He smiled as she came for him, her warm juices coating over his fingers and hand. He didn't pull from her yet, letting her calm down on him. Once she was finished, his fingers slipped from her as he lifted his head up from her breasts.

"Such a good girl."

He lifted his hand to his mouth, licking it clean with his tongue. He mmed at the taste of her, savoring the taste. Once he finished, he embraced her back gently. He soon released his hug from around her, his hands resting gently on her back and thighs.

"I'm surprised you accepted things so readily. I'm quite sure others would have run screaming at such indecencies happening within the sacred walls."

There was a soft chime for a moment, the bell system that had been setup to let anyone in the kitchen know there was a visitor entering the church.
 
She felt hollow as his fingers slipped out of her and she purred softly into him. She watched him bring his hand to his mouth as he tasted her juices on his fingers. His sound of satisfaction as he savored the taste made her melt in imhis arms.

"I admit father, that I didn't think such things were acceptable in the church, but I feel that this is all I have to give you. I owe so much to you, if my body gives you satisfaction, than I am happy to offer it to you." She said.

Then the chime rang throughout the room.

"Father, there must be someone at the door. Shall we greet them together?"
 
"Of course. We mustn't keep our guests waiting."

He took a moment to tug her leather top back up over her breasts before scooting her off his lap. He stood up from his chair, straightening his clothes out. There was a wet spot on his lap from her cumming, but it wasn't too obvious in the light. He ignored it for the time being as he led her out into the main hall. Waiting patiently in the front pew was a small group of men and women. They introduced themselves as the local council, coming to see what the new pastor was like. They did apologize about missing his first sermon, which didn't bother him at all.
 
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