Orphan Sabrina

I was brought to an orphanage by my mother at the age of 2. The orphanage was next to a Church. I lived in the orphanage until I was 13, and then my life took a new turn. One day I left school telling my teachers I was feeling ill and on my way home I went into the back of the church through an open door and began climbing some stairs upward. I stopped when I heard noises from a room that was by the stairway. The door was slightly open. I peeked through and saw a young girl, maybe she was one or two years older than me, with her head between the legs of a nun and she was licking and deep tonguing her asshole. The nun was very hairy, with pitch black pubes all over her asshole and pussy. The nun told her to take out her tongue from her ass to be inspected. There was no brown residue of any kind, and the nun smacked the girl hard against her right cheek leaving a red imprint on her face. With a yelp the young girl went back to the hairy asshole, while the nun proceeded to diddle with her clit. The nun told the young girl to pull the tongue out gently leaving only the tip of her tongue in the anus and then drive back in hard. If her tongue left her anus she was going to be whipped for hours. The girl knew that when she wiggled her tongue inside the asshole, the nun would usually remove the mean grimace from her face and her mouth would stop cursing.

Even though I was a young girl I was immediately aroused by these images. I heard footsteps behind me and suddenly a man grabbed me by the hand. “Young lady” he said “are you spying on Sister Isabelle. Where are your parents? Shouldn't you be in school”. I told him I live at the orphanage next to the church and I don't know my parents. He introduced himself as Father Gilbert. He asked me to follow him and he brought me to his office, which was beautifully decorated with wooden paneling and a leather sofa and a leather chair that he sat down on. I sat in the vinyl chair across from him quietly waiting for him to speak. I was nervous. I told him I didn't have classes today, I lied.

Father Gilbert explained to me that early in childhood we must experience the sins of life so that as we grow older we can better understand that sinning is a mistake. If we don't sin we do not understand the power of repentance. The way to goodness is overcoming sin. The more we can overcome sins the better we are, the goodness is a product of bettering ourselves of guilt, and the best way to better ourselves is to sin and then repent. When we are young it is difficult to grasp what is a sin and what is not a sin. But if we learn sins at an early age with selfless determination we will develop into healthier adults when we get older. I asked him about the girl in the room with the nun, and he said that she is an orphan who was brought to the church by her parents very recently and that she recently only started her learning in sin. Sister Isabelle is slowly training her to learn different evils that will help the young girl for her future. Father Gilbert explained that I can also become part of his life and that he would adopt me and teach me these important principles. But only if I can prove to him that I want to learn. That I want to sin to make things better for my future. He told me that he will only take me as his child if I prove that I've done evil…only then am I worthy of being a better person and a vessel to learn repentance as I grow older. He was kind and kissed me on my forehead and told me that what was seen today by my eyes was sanctified by heaven and that it was to be kept for myself as a personal lesson on learning to be a better person. If I was to be adopted by Father Gilbert I needed to respect his wishes…and one of those wishes was keeping silent about the church and its practices. I think I wanted him as my new parent so I kept always silent, and even if I spoke about what I saw no one would believe me anyways…I reasoned.

I did not see Father Gilbert for a while. I wasn't sure if what he said was the truth. But in time I began to realize that his way of approaching life was right. I respected his word and kept what I saw at church a deep secret. I needed to prove myself to him, and I felt that he would teach me and be a good father if he adopted me. One day at school in my Arts & Crafts class I decided to steal a box cutter that was lying on the table. I put it in my schoolbag. That night I devised a plan. On week-ends and whenever I had free time I would walk around town hoping that an older man may take interest in me for sex. For days and days I walked around the local park and mall, but no pedophile in sight. Then one day I went to the ice cream shop by the corner of my school and sat down and had a strawberry ice cream. An older guy in his fifties, I assumed, sat across from me at the other table. He told me his name is Nick and that his daughter was also about my age. He asked me if I wanted a lift home. I said yes, that would be cool. When I was in his car in the passenger seat I put my finger in my pussy and asked him if he liked the smell. He loved it and he said if he can lick my finger, I said only if he takes me to a hotel room to play a bit. “Are you sure Sabrina” he said. I nodded and his eyes sparkled with lust.

We went to a local motel. I immediately took off my clothes and jumped underneath the covers. He also took his clothes off and his balls were hanging and he had a nice uncircumcised penis. I was laughing and he started to tickle me. Then he went down and licked my almost bald pussy. He stuck his finger in my ass and licked. He then grabbed my head and pushed it towards his dick. I licked the head and then kept rubbing the shaft up and down and just licking the penis head with my mouth. He came in a matter of minutes in buckets. He got hard very soon after and he told me that I must sit on the bed like a doggy. He told me to spread my anus and try to fart. I tried and I farted. It smelled real bad. He then licked my anus and put his cock in my ass, and it was dry in there. It hurt like crazy but he kept fucking my ass and not stopping even though I was in tears. He finally came in my ass. We then lied in the bed and Nick slowly fell asleep. When I saw that he was in a deep sleep snoring away, I gently lifted the covers and left the bed and took the box cutter from my school bag. I went to the icebox in the fridge and put some ice in a towel. I then pushed the blade up and went directly towards his balls and penis. I closed my eyes and with my full force I sliced his balls and dick off. He went out of control and screaming, but I covered his head with a pillow. There was blood everywhere. I managed to take his cock and balls and put them in the towel with the ice, wrapped the towel carefully and put the towel in my schoolbag. He was finally out of breath and dead, so I tiptoed out of the room and left for my room at the orphanage. It was about 7pm and no one said anything to me when I walked in. I put the man's cock and balls in a jar full of ice and then I placed the jar in a fridge in my room until early morning.

When I saw Father Gilbert he became very excited and happy. He kissed me on my forehead again and asked me how I was. I told him that I thought about what he said and that all he said to me was kept a secret. I told him I wanted him as my father. He said “Sabrina, you know you must prove that you can do evil or you cannot be my child”. I told him that I had a man much older than me in a motel room and that I cut his balls and cock off. I opened my schoolbag and showed him the jar. He asked me is the man dead. I said “Yes”. He hugged me with pure love and kissed me now on my cheeks. He told me that he will do whatever is necessary to adopt me as his child and that he is very proud of what I did. He said that he will immediately make some phone calls and set meetings with the right people to have me adopted by him. But he will not teach me evil until I become his adopted child. I did not see him for 3 months, and then I got the call.

“Hello Sabrina, this is Ms. Taylor from the orphanage…I have good news, you will be adopted by Father Gilbert of the Church next door. He has been accepted unanimously by the committee. He is a good man and we are happy that he will take care of you…please pack your things and get ready, he will be by this evening to pick you up”. I was happy and my face glowed with excitement.

Father Gilbert carried my duffle bag to his room. He said that I would be staying in his room and I would sleep in the bed that was in the corner. The room was not so large, and there was a bathroom with a shower. He called me over to his bed as he sat on the side of the bed. He told me I needed to disrobe. I did. He pulled out a heavy iron cross with a necklace from his pocket and placed it over my neck. He said I must always have it on my neck. It felt a little heavy, but I got used to it quickly. He then told me to turn around and arch my back and spread my asscheeks the widest I can. The anus must not have wrinkles when I spread my ass, so that it is completely wide. I had a streak of dark brown that ran across and he seemed happy about that. He went to a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a strap-on dildo. With a push of a button it became deflated, and once you pushed the button again it got erect. It was a new gadget recently developed in Germany . Father Gilbert said that I must never wear any underwear. I was to always wear the strap-on dildo, always, and I can also pee into it and press the penis and it would release my piss like a real penis. It completely covered my vagina, but my anus was left in the open. The strap-on had small holes near the ball sack that covered my pussy so I can wash it while not having to remove it and sometimes I would pee and let it seep through the holes. He fitted me with the strap-on and then proceeded to stick his tongue in my ass as I kept my anus wide. It felt good and when I sighed with pleasure he gave me a wicked slap against my asscheeks that I howled beyond my senses. I was to learn never to show signs of pleasure, but I must have disdain and disgust for the physical things that I will experience. Father Gilbert was very stern about this, and his eyes pierced my soul and I learned in a flash that I must never show pleasure when my body was touched. He resumed eating my asshole playing games with his tongue in my ass, and he also stroked my new penis at the same time. The sensation was incredible but I learned to control my breathing and emotions.

I never left his room that day, and that same evening he came to me with a pair of scissors. I was to get a hair cut. My hair was long to my ass and I was crying when he began to cut my hair, but he continued nevertheless. He cut my hair like a little boy, so that I even looked like a boy to anyone who would see me. Father Gilbert said that for a while I will need to be and act like a boy. All the children in the school would know me as Tim from now on, until he would decide to change his mind. The humiliation of letting everyone know I am a girl in the future will be good for my soul. Only the adults in the school will know I am truly a girl. Father Gilbert was my new father and guardian and I trusted his wisdom and instruction. I ate dinner in his room, and then he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He told me that he never wore any underwear, he was always naked underneath his robe. He sat on the toilet with his back facing the door, so that I can see him shit and piss. He lifted his robe and I saw his balls and asshole, but his penis was hidden in front of him. He started to shit and big and long strings of shit came out of his ass. Then he pissed. I was to wipe his ass from the excess shit thoroughly. He then pushed his penis underneath him so that the back of his penis was in my face. Father Gilbert wanted me to only use my tongue, to lick the bottom of his dick all the way to his balls and in his ass. I was to do this quickly with my tongue. He liked when I spat on his balls, so I did this frequently. I was in a frenzy licking from top to bottom. Suddenly he shot streams of cum that flowed into the toilet. He got up and kissed my face and told me to go to sleep, and that I must be in good spirits and rested for tomorrow. I so loved my new father and so far he seemed that he did love me too.

The next day I was awoke early and Father Gilbert brought me downstairs to the dining room/cafeteria of the church. He introduced me as Tim to the children and adults. I got many smiles that morning. After breakfast I returned to my room where Father Gilbert sat me down to talk. He explained to me the importance of not being noticed in public situations. He was going to have four people today come to church to confession. He, of course, would sit in a covered booth and listen to the person's confession through a window-like opening. I was to be there in the confession booth with him. I had to be very quiet almost silent as a pin dropping and secretly go between his legs and perform oral sex. He said that it was imperative that I lick his balls and tongue his ass. I was not allowed, once again, to use my hands in any way. I was allowed to use my teeth and lips and tongue, but not my hands. I was allowed to bite his balls which he encouraged, and even the head of his penis, but very discreetly. Should the person giving confession to Father Gilbert learn of Sabrina's actions beneath his robe, Orphan Sabrina would be tortured and beaten for many days, as he said quite frankly. Father Gilbert told me that he wouldn't even touch me on my head or no where. It was like I didn't exist so that he can focus on his thoughts and answers at the confessionary.

Around 1pm the first person came to the confession booth. It was an older lady in her late twenties, and she spoke about her extramarital relations and her addiction to cocaine. I began to lick Father Gilbert around his balls, I managed to get both of his balls in my mouth. I started to hum but very quietly. Then I bit his ballsack gently, and then licked again to sooth the pain. I heard a faint whisper from Father Gilbert. I think I was doing good, but I wasn't sure, I never saw his face. I resumed putting one ball in my mouth and sucking, then the next ball. Holding each one in my mouth for a few minutes, I thought that he would enjoy this alot. I took the flat of my tongue and started to lick his anus. Not penetrating but just licking. The taste was raw and earthy, but I was determined. Father never touched me so I felt almost free, only me and his sex. I soon started tonguing his asshole with earnest, trying with all my might to get deep inside his asshole. I definitely felt perspiration and smells emanating from his balls, my nose was just under the sack. I bit his nut sack to tease him and then went back to his anus. I soon was licking with long strokes from his ass to his dick head. I started getting animalistic and I bit his cock head and then his nut sack, I heard a whimper and I felt him shake a little. I slowly put his dick head in my mouth and just sucked for his semen. When I felt he would come I stopped and just licked his nuts, and then I started to his dickhead again.

I knew he was about to come, so I stopped tonguing his ass and I kept my lips around the head. He was quiet and he came for bout 45 seconds. Lots of cum, which I managed to swallow as it shot into my mouth. I still heard him talking to the lady for a few more minutes and she then thanked him and gave him some money as a donation. She left the room and Father Gilbert lifted his robe and saw my face with sweat and cum. He kissed me on my forehead and said that for a first timer I did good and that he was happy the way I used my teeth and lips. He was happy how quiet I was and that I did not disturb his work nor did he need to touch me or warn me. He caressed me tenderly and we went upstairs to his office.

Father explained the importance of the dildo on my body. My sexual experience would be centered around my anus being the only private part that would be accessible. I could only fuck an ass or a pussy or a mouth, but I personally could only receive anal sex, this was important. In time father would introduce me as a girl and remove the dildo from my body, but he said this would need time. During the day I performed oral sex at the confession booth, but at night the emphasis was on my nether hole. Father taught me to sqeeze his penis with my ass muscles when he fucked my ass. I was getting good at that and he was somewhat pleased. Usually he lubricated my ass, but sometimes he didn't care and fucked my ass dry, which always hurt me. I learned to live with the pain when this happened. I was instructed to have my asshole ready in a dog style position after dessert in the evening. Father would come to his room like clockwork and really fuck my ass hard without much touching at all. In fact he rarely touched me, I was used to it. I made love to him with my lips, teeth and asshole and that's how I lived my life with him.

One night he arrived after dessert and pulled out his dick. He told me to spread my ass and he started fucking my ass. For the first time he actually held my hips when he fucked, but just for a moment. He then continued to simply fuck my ass and shoot his cum and then bring his robe down. We then went out of the room to learn the bible and pray or listen to classical music or we would spend time with the other residents at the church. Once we secretly went to the church kitchen and stole some ice cream from the ice box and once we looked at the stars from the rooftop way pass my bedtime.