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   In the morning we woke up in our nightgowns, in our own beds, with
sunlight streaming through the window as if the previous night had never
happened.

   Vi finished packing her bag and sat on the edge of the bed.  "You're so
lucky you get to stay here all weekend.  I hate having to go home to my
parents' on weekends.  They just ignore me.  I bet you have so much fun."

   "I don't know, Vi.  I'm the only girl here.  It's boring without you. 
Mostly I just read."

   "Well now I know you're gonna get to go play with the priests while I'm
stuck at home."

   I stood at the window and watched all the girls being picked up by their
families; after waving down at Vi, I sat down on my bunk and fretted.  What
was gonna happen now?

   After reading for a little while I went down to the cafeteria and walked
into the back of the kitchen.  I got one of the sandwiches the cooks leave
for us.  I saw some of the boys who stay the weekend laughing and poking at
each other in the yard.  There are more of them, but they are older and
they don't invite me to play with them.

   When I got back to my room I found Father Nocita sitting on my bunk.  He
said, "I have a job for you today.  You are going to be a very good girl
and help me with something." He stood up and started walking off.  I
followed him wordlessly, not bothering to ask questions.

   We were walking over to the classrooms and I noticed that the group of
boys weren't over by the bleachers anymore.  Outside the door, Father
looked me over, then pulled out a long black scarf.  He blindfolded me and
said, "This is for your protection as well as theirs." He took me by the
hand and led me into the class.  I don't know who was in there, because
they all quieted down at the sight of Father.

   He said, "Class, we have a very special guest today.  I ask that you act
like mature young adults and pay attention and give her your utmost
respect. This is not a game.  This is preparation for when you are older
and have families of your own."

   Father said, "Arms up" and I obeyed.  He pulled the jumper up over my
head and I heard a collective gasp.  And then I felt his hands at my
panties.  He whispered, "Very good.  Just hold perfectly still." He pulled
down my panties, and I stepped out of them, one leg at a time.  He lifted
me up on the desk and sat me at the edge.  he whispered, "Spread your legs
for me, that's a good girl."

   I felt my face flush hot, knowing there was a roomful of boys seeing me
up there naked, legs open, exposed to them all.  Father said, "Boys, I have
found the magazines you hide under your mattresses and I have no doubt that
each and every one of you has natural curiosities about girls, well maybe
except for you, Jones, but that is another matter entirely."

   I felt Father's hands on me as he pulled my lips apart and explained all
of the parts.  My clitoris fluttered each time he brushed it, explaining to
the boys how they must pay it special attention, but to be gentle.  To my
horror, I felt myself getting wet.  Father felt it too.  He slid me down so
I was lying on the desk, knees in the air, legs apart.

   He told the boys to line up.  He instructed them to come have a closer
look.  He told them I had consented to having them touch me, and not to be
shy if they were curious.  I tried to sit up at that, and felt Father's
strong arm rest itself on my little chest, holding me down.  "Such a good
girl" he whispered.

   The first few touches were tentative, almost scared, and I felt more
embarassed for the boys than I did for myself.  But then a few of the boys
started getting very aggressive, roughly forcing their fingers inside of
me, driving them in deep, until sometimes Father had to say, "That's
enough. Move along." Hand after hand groped at me until I lost count.  I
lay back, feeling nothing but the hard wood desk, and the groping probing
fingers.  When I tried to shift around, Father would gently set his hand on
my chest, reminding me to stay in position.

   Afterwards, Father picked out a group of boys, "You lot stay.  The rest
of you may go.  Now not a word or there will be serious consequences."

   I heard the gathering of books and the shuffling of feet, then the doors
being locked.  All of a sudden it felt like there were a million hands all
over my body, touching me everywhere, stroking me, penetrating me, rubbing
me and pinching me.  I let go and surrendered to the sensation.

   I felt my legs being pushed apart and felt Father Nocita's now-familiar
pelvis pushing against me.  The boys quieted down.  Father must have been
gesturing or looking at them or something.  He entered me more gently then
usual, rhythmically changing his position and I imagined he was
demonstrating this for the boys.  I heard him say to them, "Go ahead.  Yes.
You too.  It's only natural."

   As Father's rhythm increased, the pinching and grabbing hands became
more feverish.  I felt the first spurts of cum hot my stomach.  One of the
boys said to another, "Eww!  You got it on my hand!" Father admonished,
"Respect!" But all of the hands quickly pulled away from me.  Out of the
line of fire?

   Father drove his cock into me, harder and harder, and I felt the next
hot stream of cum across my chest, a long, thin line all the way across my
body.  I felt a cock rubbing against my cheek as the warm, viscous fluid
ran down my face and dripped from my jaw.  Then another, spurting on my
belly, and another, hot and thick.  Finally there was a loud moan and cum
coated my chest entirely, in one big messy pool.

   Father was fucking me frantically now, and he shooed the boys away. 
Just as I thought Father was about to explode, he stopped.  He gently
pulled out of me and untied the blindfold.  He smiled and me and gave me a
peck on the lips.  "That will give them something to think about, eh?" I
smiled back at him.  And then I saw him take out the oil.

   He pushed my legs back very far so me knees were almost touching my face
and started rubbing the oil on my rosebud.  I squirmed, and he said, "You
are going to take it in the bottom.  That's just the way it is."

   I shook my head, and he said, "Don't pretend to have any shame left. 
Let me ask you something, do you know how many hands were on this cunt
today?"

   I shook my head no.

   "Do you know how many fingers were inside of you?"

   "No"

   "Do you know whose fingers were inside of you?"

   "No"

   "Do you know whose cum you have all over your body?"

   I shook my head no, flushing with shame.

   "Do you know what that makes you?"

   I shook my head no

   "That makes you my little whore.  My babywhore.  And whores take it in
the bottom.  My whores take it in the bottom.  And you, Carmen, are my
whore."

   "Now.." he paused.  "Take in a deep breath and let it out slowly." I did
as told, and as I exhaled he slid one greased finger into my virgin anus. I
winced and he used his other hand to rub my clit.  "Good girl..." he
started sliding it in and out "Just...like...that." I started to enjoy it,
and he smiled at me knowingly.  "See, I know what the little girl needs. 
The little babywhore."

   Father said, "Now before it dries, I want you to rub that cum all over
yourself.  I want to watch you rub it into your chest." I stuck my hands on
my chest and it was tacky and slimy.  I started rubbing it in, and Father
poised his cock at the opening of my anus.

   "Now, squeeze your nipples very hard and take a deep breath." Before I
could even breath out, he slid his cock into me, and I think he was
surprised by how far it went the first time.  We both were.  I saw stars
and I pinched my nipples hard as the tears started to stream down my face.

   Father started chanting.  "That's my good girl, my good little whore,
such a good girl for me, just like that, that's how I like to see my baby."
I bit my lip and tried to hold back the tears.  He said, "You didn't rub
the cum into your cheeks, little girl.  Now rub it in, let that cum mix
with your tears and coat your pretty face.  I like my baby covered in cum,
like the little slut she is.  I want you to feel it dry on you, and for it
to make you remember what a whore you are.  My whore.  For my use.  For me
to use however I please." As he talked, Father was gently stroking in and
out of my ass and rubbing my clit, until finally he started rubbing real,
real fast and I couldn't hold it in any more.

   "Yes," he said, "That's the way.  That's my girl."

   I screamed and I screamed.  I gushed all over, all over his pelvis and
his cock, all over myself.  I never came like that before, ever.  Father
grunted and pushed, and I felt the strange sensation of the warm cum
squirting into my ass as he pushed hard and held himself there.

   He stayed there, inside of me, until he was completely soft.  Then he
pulled out and laughed a little.  He said, "You are a treasure." He picked
me up, and said, "Now off to the showers with this messy little girl." The
boys showers were just down the hall.  I guess he knew it was safe, but I
was in a daze.  I didn't know where I was or who might see.  I didn't care.

   Father stood me up on shaky legs as he checked the water temperature.  I
felt like a doe standing up for the first time - like Bambi.  It made me
laugh and Father looked down at me quizzically.  He soaped up a washcloth
and set me under the water.  He cleaned himself off first, then soaped up
another cloth.

   As he scrubbed me, he said, "Now I know you are mine.  And I know where
I can take you.  We won't need to do that again.  From now on you are mine
and mine alone.  None of the boys will see you again.  None of the priests
are to ever touch you again.  You are mine." And as the warm water ran down
the drain, it was as if it was washing away my sins, washing away everyone
and everything that came before.  I felt fresh and clean.

   I clung to his neck as he dried me off and dressed me.  He carried me
all the way back to my dorm and set me down on the bed.  He looked deep
into my eyes, and said, "Mine."

   I said, "Yours" and he walked quietly down the back steps.