Final Punishment From the Vampire Priest

I have been at this abbey for about two years, as a boynun in the service of the UnGod. Throughout this time, my mental health has decreased and I've been having increasing difficulty interacting with others. Everything is upsetting, everything feels like a personal attack, every emotion threatens to overwhelm me. I feel like I am stranded on a raft out in the middle of a stormy ocean, with no hope of rescue in sight. I feel worthless. I feel irreparably broken. I am currently praying to the UnGod for guidance and stability before heading to my boynun duties.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on the doorframe. I turn and see that it is Father John. He does not look happy. “Come with me,” he tells me.

“Yes, Father.” I stand and follow him to his office. It is a large room, and I have been here to be scolded before for my conduct. I am expecting to be scolded again, maybe receive some mild-to-moderate physical punishment, and then be sent off to my duties. This is not what happens.

As soon as I enter the room, he slaps me hard across the face. “Kneel,” he tells me immediately, his voice like daggers piercing through me. I drop to my knees, terrified.

“Did you think you could just keep on like this forever? So sensitive, always upset, spilling those angry, sad emotions out all over everyone else?” he barks at me.

“No, Father,” I say with my voice quivering, trying to hold back tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’re sorry? Like you’re always sorry? I see inside of your mind. You’re ruined. Maybe you were doomed from the start, but it doesn’t matter because you have been used up and now you are just garbage. You are completely alone in the world and it is entirely your own fault. You deserve everything that happens to you. Just like you deserve everything I am going to do to you. I run a tight abbey around here, and those who can’t cut it need to be disposed of.” He grips my throat in his hand.

My heart pounds in my chest. “Disposed of?” I ask quietly, fearfully.

He lets out a mocking laugh. “Yes, disposed of. It’s convenient that I am a vampire. Your blood will be delicious. And at least that way you will finally be useful. But I’m not going to kill you right away… No, I want you begging me to kill you. And then I will take your life.”

My heart pounds in my chest, fear threatening to overwhelm me. I cannot escape Father John. There is nowhere around here, I have nowhere to go. None of the other nuns want anything to do with me anymore, I’m sure. I begin to cry.

Father John rolls his eyes. “Undress,” he commands. “I want you fully nude. Then, I want you to bend over in front of me, with your legs spread a bit apart so that I can access your pussy. I am using you up before I kill you.”

Father John has never seen me outside of my habit. I am horrified by the idea of what he’s suggesting, but when I hesitate he barks at me “NOW!” and I quickly remove my clothes and bend over in front of him, tears flowing steadily from my eyes.

I feel his hands violating me, taking control of my body without my permission. I sink into the crushing feeling of powerlessness overwhelming me. There is nothing else I can do. He is right, I am ruined. I couldn’t avoid becoming a scary monster that hurts everyone around me. I deserve this.

“Can you please just kill me now?” I ask through tears.

He chuckles a bit as he inserts a third finger into my pussy and picks up the speed. “Eager now, aren’t we? Not quite yet, whore.”

I squeeze my eyes closed and try to block out the feeling of his fingers inside of me. Suddenly, this is replaced by a sharp pain going down my back as the most unbearable sensation. I cry out, struggling to contain the pain from what feels like a knife cutting into my back. As soon as I think he’s done, another stripe of pain starts on another part of my back. I feel liquid drip down my side and see blood start to pool under me. At this point, I am crying hysterically, unable to handle what is happening to me. I can hear Father John laughing through my sobbing.

When I almost think I will pass out from the blood loss, he stops and starts rubbing his hands all over my back, smearing the blood all over me. Then he roughly flips me over, throwing me onto the cold tile, causing intense pain in my sliced-up back. I see his eyes glow with hatred and disgust. He licks his bloody hands clean, grabs a lit candelabra, and drips wax all over my chest and belly before I realize what is happening, causing me to cry out in pain from the burning wax and instinctually wriggle to get away, making my back hurt even further. I surrender into the all-encompassing pain, knowing that there is nothing I can do to stop what I am experiencing. I lay limply on the tile, sobbing continually.

“Please kill me. Please, I cannot take this, I hurt so much. Please kill me, Father. Please end me, I was not cut out for this world. I cannot take it. Please rid this world of me, Father. Take my life, I beg of you.”

“You deserve it,” he says. “But I still haven’t gotten what I want from you.” He then undresses and brings out a massive, rock-hard cock. I feel my heart rate increase as I imagine him penetrating me with it. I never expected that I would be raped by Father John. I quietly let out a “no…” before I realize what I’m saying. As if it matters.

Then, Father John grabs my thighs, forces them open, and shoves his cock deep inside of me, roughly slamming against my cervix and making me cry out in pain. I deserve this. I cry as he pounds into me, roughly using me without regard for how I’m feeling, exactly as I deserve. He repeatedly chokes me until I’m barely on the edge of consciousness. Every time, I hope that he will go further and get it over with, but he never kills me with the choking.

“This is the only thing you are good for,” he tells me. “You are only good for being a fucktoy, and you can’t even do that well enough. You are worthless. You should be grateful that I am using you one last time.”

“Yes, Father,” I sob. “Thank you for using me one last time.”

Soon, he cums inside of me. He stays inside of me as he sinks his teeth into my neck, draining me of blood until I slip out of life. Finally destroyed, finally disposed of, finally no one else’s problem ever again. Finally removed from a world that I had no place in.