Protection Has a Price
by Incubus65
Copyright© 2025 by Incubus65
Fiction Sex Story: A young girl turns into a young woman and discovers that the desire for protection can be very costly.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Ma ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Crime Incest Mother Son Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie First Lactation Oral Sex Slow Violence .
Mia was a young woman who grew up in a god fearing household and was a firm believer in her faith and the rules and rituals it commands. She met a young man outside the church. She tried to get him to join her. She was torn between the man and the church. She spoke with Bishop George of her temple, and he decided to counsel her and help her choose the correct path. He promised to protect her from the evil influences seeking to corrupt her innocence.
Mia was young. She was fifteen and grew up with her single mom in a trailer park in Florida. She was a pretty girl. She was five feet three inches tall and weighed about 130 pounds at the time.
Bishop George scheduled weekly counseling sessions with Mia. They were always his last meetings for the day. He directed Mia to dress as if she were coming to the temple, in a lightweight knee-length dress. He knew Mia lived with her mother, and he was exploiting the fact that she was a virgin and had no father figure in her life. Over time, he was able to convince her not to entertain or seek the company of boys who were unwilling to join and follow the temple’s teachings. He was also working to convince her that mature men were a safer choice for young girls.
The meetings were held in Bishop George’s office in the temple. He constantly reminded Mia that the room was sacred and that nothing spoken about or done in the holy room was to be mentioned or discussed with anyone, inside or outside of the church. He emphasized purity and the importance of her purity in the eyes of the Master on high. He told her that all activity in the sacred rooms was between him, her, and the master on high.
Bishop George was a pervert and full of shit. Mia was the third vulnerable teen that he chose to prey upon. Mia was different because he was able to get further with her than the other two. In a small room off his office, he had an OB exam table installed. It had stirrups and binding straps just like a doctor’s office. He told Mia that for the counseling to be successful and fruitful, he would need to do a visual and possibly an oral exam of her privates to verify her purity. At this time, after several previous meetings, he could see that she was very vulnerable, and he had gained her trust more than the others. His magic words were faith, sacred, purity, and holy. When he uttered any of those words, Mia was unquestionably open to doing whatever he said.
Bishop George took Mia’s hand and led her to the exam room. She was hesitant when she saw the table in the middle of the room, with its lights reminiscent of a doctor’s office. He directed her to a blind where she could undress and put on a cloth exam wrap. He told her to put it on with the back open. She was cautious and reluctant until he mentioned that it was a “sacred” part of the counseling.
Bishop George changed into a white holy robe and stood near the table as Mia emerged from behind the blind in the exam gown. He directed her to the exam table. She climbed up, and Bishop George put her legs into the stirrups. He strapped her legs down. He strapped her arms down straight out at her sides. He strapped her waist to the table. He looked at her and told her to try to relax, assuring her that the master was with her. He moved to the bottom of the table and could see her wide-open, virgin pussy waiting for him. He took a white sheet and draped it over her raised, open legs. Mia couldn’t see anything below her waist.
Bishop George told her to relax and to think of her prayer themes. He told her that he was going to verify her hymen and that he would then stimulate her to obtain a sample of her excretions for her spiritual hormone levels. Bishop George was full of shit and was only looking to molest a very naive young girl. He pushed the legs of the stirrups apart and locked them wide open. He lowered himself under the sheet and was aroused at the sight of her bald, virgin pussy. He took his thumbs and inserted them into her labia and opened her vaginal opening. He looked inside and could see the hymen membrane, intact and protecting her youthful purity and innocence.
His dick was hard. He intended to fuck her. Not on the next visit, but this one. He stood up and looked at her. He told her that he had to stimulate her to arouse her to collect her fluid sample. He told her to relax, pray, and just let her body go. He told her that she would feel unusual but pleasurable feelings that are natural, and she should try not to hold anything back. He told her everything was beautiful and that he could feel the presence of the master guiding him.
He lowered himself back under the sheet. He moved his face to her sweet young sex opening. Mia could feel the heat of his breath as he moved to inhale the scent of her pussy. Over and over, she could feel his breath and hear him inhaling deeply. It seemed like forever to her before she felt the first lick of his molesting tongue on her vagina. He slowly licked inside her. Not enough to break her hymen, but just rimming it. He found her clit as it started to protrude from under its hood. He began to lick and tease it with his foul tongue. He had his hands on her inner thighs so he could feel her body reactions to his molesting.
For over thirty minutes, he orally molested her. Mia came several times and could hear him hungrily slurping, licking, and nibbling her most private parts. He finally stopped and told her to lie still, and he would test her sample. He took his bullshit collection cup and went into his office, leaving a sweating and heaving young Mia strapped to the molestation chair.
Bishop George went into his office. He opened a bottle of a nutritional shake and poured it into a silver ceremonial goblet. He went into the molestation room holding it as if it were a real sacred substance. He told Mia that her spiritual protein levels were extremely low. He told her that her first injection would usually wait til next week, but because hers was so low, he was going to give it to her today.
Bishop George told her that he must ingest the anointing protein. He told her that his body would go through an immediate and painful transformation to purify his body to process the protein that he had to transfer to her. He told her that she must be stimulated and massaged internally, at which time the protein must be injected immediately during her feelings of rapture. He told her there was no other way to complete the process and that she would need several procedures. He said he prayed for strength and endurance to endure the pain and sacrifice to help her through this process.
He held the goblet up to the crest of their faith. He uttered some bullshit Latin words before putting the goblet to his molesting lips and swallowed the milkshake. He chose vanilla so he could pretend to go into convulsions, and some of it would leak from his mouth. Mia lay silent as he went through the performance. He appeared to be in pain as he fell to the floor in the fetal position. He convulsed and screamed before lying silent.
He slowly rose from the floor and faced Mia. k. He walked to the end of the chair, took the sheet off her legs, and placed it onto her belly. He opened and dropped his robe to the floor, exposing to her his sweaty body with a huge and very hard dick. She could see as he, in a pretend out-of-body state, stepped to her, between her wide-open legs. Without uttering a word, like a machine, he placed the head of his cock against her young, wet pussy and pushed himself into her. She began to scream as his cock ripped through her hymen.
Bishop George covered her mouth and began to rut deep into her, uttering Latin, “Semen meum in hortum tuum fertilem fer”(take my seed into your fertile garden) over and over until he began to cum and fill her with his potent rape venom. After almost 45 minutes of his fraudulent rape cock sliding inside her, Mia was released from the table and directed to get dressed as Bishop George’s cum leaked down her thigh. Before going home, Bishop George reminded her that nothing was to be said to anyone, and he scheduled a meeting with her for the following week.
The meetings continued every week. The false ritual of blessing the fake protein. The ritual of Bishop George, enduring the fake painful consumption of the protein. The strapping of Mia to the rape bench. The uttering of his Latin screed as he drove his rape cock in and out of her for long periods until she was sore. She experienced convulsions during her unexpected orgasms that he called rapture and cleansing.
Ten weeks passed, and Mia informed Bishop George that she had missed her period twice and that a pregnancy test came back positive. She tried to tell him that he got her pregnant. He vehemently tried to deny and deflect the accusation. He told her it was impossible and that he didn’t put his sperm inside her. He told her that only the blessed anointing protein was expelled into her and that the protein blocked his sperm during the painful process of his consumption. He said she must have been untrue to her faith.
As Mia’s pregnancy started to show, the Deacons and officers of the Temple thought it best to remove Bishop George. They discovered his special room in his office and tried to cover up what he had done to Mia and attempted with other young females. Mia carried the bastard to near full term. It was a boy, and there were complications during the birth. The bastard was a male that she named Josh. He had mental development issues, but was able to cope with help.
Mia was sixteen when Josh was born. She attended the Temple with her son. She would cover herself and breastfeed the baby instead of using bottles. She would sometimes catch an older man staring as she was nursing. He didn’t care that she saw him. He would lick his lips as if he tasted something. One day, he stood next to her as she was sitting alone in the hallway, nursing her baby. He was so bold as to say that he wished he could be next.
Weeks later, Mia was requested to come to the Deacon’s office. She went to the scheduled meeting with her baby in her arms. The Deacon’s secretary suggested that she might be better off not taking the baby in and offered to watch it while she attended the meeting. When she walked into his office, to her surprise, it was the man who was infatuated with her breastfeeding. He introduced himself and motioned for Mia to sit down. He was constantly staring at Mia’s engorged breasts.
The Deacon told Mia that many of the women in the temple felt that she had led the former Bishop astray. The other women said the conceived bastard was a disciple of the devil. He stated that he was required to investigate the incident and adjudicate the situation. Mia was afraid, but she was young. She was sixteen, and the only girl under twenty attending the Temple. The other women were jealous of her youth and beauty, which tempted the men in the Temple.
The Deacon stood up from his desk, and he was wearing his Temple robe. He went to the door and told the secretary that he was not to be disturbed. He closed the door and locked it. Mia was wearing the knee-length one-piece wrap dress that was required of women in the Temple.
He went to the couch in his office and sat. He told Mia to come over to him. She stood before him as he reached and cupped her engorged breasts. She started to speak, and he yelled to her to be silent. He undid the tie of her wrap and let it fall to the floor. Mia was wearing a nursing bra. The Deacon undid the flaps, releasing her huge areolas and dripping nipples. The Deacon was seventy years old. He took out his dentures and latched onto Mia’s left breast. Like a vacuum, he sucked her areola into his mouth and began to squeeze with his jaws like a baby, but more. The squeezing and sucking caused her baby’s milk to be stolen to fill the belly of this Temple rapist.
Mia began to cry as the secretary knocked and said she thought the baby was hungry. The Deacon paused and looked at Mia with an evil scowl, and her baby’s milk dripping from his mouth, and told her that he was going to draw down the poison feed in both her breasts. He said he would consume it, bless it, and send it to hell. The Deacon yelled and angrily said to the secretary that there was no milk right now, and he latched onto her right breast and began to consume her milk.
As her flow was reduced or stopped, the Deacon exclaimed that he could feel the evil he had just consumed curdling in his belly and that he must return the sanctification into her body. The Deacon took Mia to a door in his office. She was naked except for her panties. He forced his hand into her panties. She was soaking wet. He forced his fingers inside her as he opened the door, where there was a table with restraints. It was a dark room and lit by red lights. He directed Mia to get onto the table. He strapped her arms down. He lifted her legs and strapped her thighs up and very wide apart. The Deacon undid his robe and dropped it to the floor. His cock was erect and huge.
“The Bible says that, in pain, a woman shall bear children. The Temple master says that, In pain so shall you conceive! You will receive one hundred thrusts!” The Deacon told Mia.
The Deacon began to chant as he placed the head of his dick against her young, wet pussy... “De lumbis diaboli” (From the loins of the Devil), “Solve potestatem Satanae” (Release the hold of Satan). Mia begged him not to do it. She screamed as loud as she could as he began his rhythmic rut. She screamed that he was fucking her in hopes that the secretary would hear and help her. She did hear. She was one of the women who complained and was jealous of young, innocent Mia. The evil women of the Temple wanted her hurt, abused, and banished from the Temple.
The Deacon had taken a blue pill and had incredible stamina. His dick was like iron. He withdrew his dick fully and impacted her cervix with painful force. The Deacon was sweating profusely as he carried out his evil task. Mia’s baby was crying to be fed, and the evil Temple elders couldn’t care less. Mia had cum so much that the request from her body to reward his assault was reduced to pain, as there was the urge, but no fluid. Her pussy was sore. The only sound she heard were her screams and the grunting and chanting, “De lumbis diaboli,” “Solve potestatem Satanae,” of the Deacon. The Deacon came inside her twice.
“Semen quod in utero tuo inserui fructum boni ferat et peccatum ab intus removeat!” (May the seed I implanted inside your womb bear fruit of good and remove sin from within!) the Decon exclaimed before he left the room.
For almost two hours, she endured over one hundred powerful impacts to her cervix before the Deacon withdrew his seventy-year-old cock and relinquished an exhausted Mia to the secretary for expulsion.
The deacon’s secretary, who had been bearing witness by listening in the office, came into the room with Mia’s baby. She found Mia unconscious on the table with a puddle of cum between her legs and leaking from her wrecked pussy. She undid Mia’s arms and gave her the baby. She, like an evil witch, told Mia to feed her bastard and to get dressed and leave the Temple and never return. She told her that she was not welcome there. She told Mia that she was a succubus, sent by Lucifer to corrupt the minds of the men of the Temple and lure them to her loins.
Mia cried that she didn’t do anything to the men and that they were just perverts and pedophiles. She fed her baby, got dressed, and left the Temple and the compound. Mia moved back into her mother’s trailer and decided to focus on raising and caring for her son, who has special needs. It was cramped and caused several arguments between her and her mom. After a year, Mia decided to leave and move to the city. She had very little money, no skills, no job, and a child to care for. She applied for public assistance and bounced from shelters and motels through the years before getting a permanent apartment in the city projects.
Better or Worse?:
Mia was a white girl living in the projects, among a majority of black and Latina women. She struggled as most single moms do. Josh’s needs required more care as he got older. It was determined that it would be beneficial for Mia to continue giving him breast milk. It seemed soothing and enabled him to get through a school day with less anxiety. It became a routine for Mia to pump and keep her milk up to provide it to Josh. Feeding from her breast was not appropriate.
Mia kept to herself and did her best to protect her son. She was aware of a criminal element in the buildings. She was sometimes harassed, as many women were, by the thugs in the hallways or courtyard. Men groped her as she tried to pass, but she kept her head down and her mouth shut to survive. She had no other options at present.
At fourteen and going to high school, the kids became more cruel. They teased and picked on Josh. Mia was now thirty-one years old. She worked as a part-time waitress and tried to be home when Josh got out of school. She had to comfort him daily and offer suggestions on how to cope with the day to come. She asked Josh if he had a friend at school or someone he liked. He told her there was a boy who was a giant at school. He told her that the giant took his juice back from a mean kid and gave it back to him. Mia asked Josh if the giant kid had a name. He told her that everybody calls him “BD.”
It was open house night at the high school, where Josh was just beginning as a freshman. Mia was dressed in a yellow knee-length wrap dress. Her milk-laden breast could not be hidden. Mia was a rare find. A young white woman at an almost all black school. She was small, standing at 5 feet 3 inches, with shoulder-length, mousy-brown hair. She was very plain and beautiful, especially to horny, perverted men.
Mia sat in the cafetorium for the principal’s introduction and welcome. Josh sat next to her, and a woman named Gloria sat on her other side. She saw a giant man come into the room with a heavy-set woman. He was so big. He was a giant. He waddled slowly from side to side as he shuffled his feet to move. Mia asked Josh if he knew who the man was. He told her that it was BD. Gloria whispered to Mia that it was unreal that he was nineteen and still in high school, but that he wasn’t there to learn anyway. She told Mia that it would be in her best interest not to get herself in his sights. She said he’s nothing but trouble.
As the welcome meeting concluded, Mia got up to follow Josh’s schedule and attend his classes. BD shuffled up and blocked their path. Josh was excited and told his mom, “This is BD, Mom! He’s the giant!”
Mia was backed against the wall as he stepped very close to her. Closer than she was comfortable. He towered over her at six feet 4 and said, “Hey, Mom. BD is what they call me at school. Big Dick is my name. I’ve been keepin an eye on your little man here. Now I’m gonna be keepin an eye on you, too. A close eye on you, Miss Mia!” BD said as he looked at her, as if she were a piece of property to be bought. He kept rubbing and squeezing his cock and made sure she saw him doing it. He pressed himself against her and opened the top of his shorts. Mia didn’t look and said Excuse me, and he stepped back. She asked him how old he was, and he told her that he was old enough to take care of all the pretty mommies. Mia shuddered in fear.
Josh asked if BD could come over and play a game on his PlayStation. Mia said she didn’t know, and we’ll see about that. Gloria called out to Mia to come on to rescue her from the situation.
“So much for staying out of his sight. You don’t know this neighborhood. Stay away from that, trust me!” Gloria said.
As they worked through Josh’s schedule, Mia couldn’t help but see that BD was oogling her at every opportunity. At one point, he put his hand inside his shorts to rub himself aggressively, jerking himself off for Mia to see. She couldn’t help but notice. Gloria told Mia to be careful and that he was probably going to come for her. Mia asked why. She told Gloria that she hadn’t done anything and wanted to be left alone. Gloria told her that she hopes he does, but didn’t think he would.
Gloria told Mia a story about BD... “That big bastard was fourteen and just as big then as he is now. There was a young teacher at the middle school. She was a cute white girl. She was very friendly and cared about her students. She offered extra help after school to help that bastard get ready for a test. She was leaning next to him, attempting to explain something he was supposed to be studying. He put one arm around her waist and grabbed her tit with the other. She managed to break free, but her blouse ripped, and her breasts in her bra were exposed. She yelled for him to get out. He went to the door and locked it. He always wore big shorts. He grabbed the waistband and pulled the top over his big, hard dick and tucked it under his balls. He chased her around the classroom with his cock bouncing until he got his big hands on her arm. He jerked her over to her desk and, with one sweep of his giant arm, cleared it. He picked her up and slammed her on it. This was all on the video that recorded all classes due to the violent demeanor of some of the kids.
“He grabbed her by her throat with his left hand, lifted her skirt, and ripped, I mean ripped her panties off her body. He took his dick and put it against her pussy and drove it into her like a spike. Her body bounced like a piece of meat as he pounded her. Lucky for her, he was young, and she only had to endure it for 10 minutes before he buried it in her and filled her with cum. He pulled his drooping dick out of her and started walking to the door. He looked back at her, pulled his shorts over his dick, and ran out the door, leaving her crying on the table. One of the janitors found her and called an ambulance. He saw the tape.”
“At fourteen, he did this? My god!” Mia said.
“He’s just like his no-good daddy, who’s in jail for 20 years, but he’s still running the show in the projects here where we live and the whole ward that includes the schools. His daddy and the bunch beat up the principal and got the tapes so that no evidence could be had. The teacher wound up getting pregnant. When she had the baby, it was black, and she had to try to convince her husband that the thug had raped her. Her husband divorced her, and she moved away.
“They sell protection from the gangs. The deal is for them to protect you from them. They rape the ladies and girls. His daddy used to let that bastard, when he was little, watch him with women in the building—raping them, hurting them if they resisted. Being a pretty woman or a young girl is a curse in this ward. That boy sat and watched his daddy fuck! If they were married, the husband was cucked to sit silent and watch, or else. Single women and teenage girls, he would let himself into the apartment and do as he pleased. Parents had to sit and watch in silence as he raped their teenage daughters. He made them watch! Everyone knows that they had better not report anything. Be careful, girl,” Gloria said.
“I don’t have anything to pay, I can barely live now,” Mia said.
“You got pussy, girl. He’ll make a deal. Food stamps, money, hide drugs, sell drugs, that pretty little body of yours. Are you on the pill or something? He got more bastards in these projects by raping and impregnating more women and young girls in this ward,” Gloria said.
“I’m not on anything because my body has a bad reaction to birth control,” Mia said.
“He doesn’t pull out, and he doesn’t wear condoms! Watch yourself,” Gloria said as she walked away.
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