The Monsignor smiled down at her and started to tug at her sleeves. Her resistance had fallen away and anticipation spread through his body. The demon bathed in his victory as the real Timothy deep inside realised what would happen soon.

He was about to see "his" Jude in all her glory. He wanted to scream and run away, to protect her from this monster that had control over his body but deep down there was excitement. Shame filled his heart as he realised that the demon knew how he felt and that it would be torture for him and Jude.

The former nun stared back at the tall man in front of her. He was careful not to hurt her as he slowly undressed her. His fingertips brushed against her skin as he opened the buttons of her dress. Goosebumps spread all over her body as he finally moved the hem of her gown over her head, leaving her only in her underwear.

The white cotton hugged her curves perfectly. The priest resisted the urge to step back and observe her beauty, instead he remained eye contact. He wanted to see her reaction as he undressed her further. The water was still filling the tub and it was the only noise echoing through the room.

"Excuse me Jude but I don't know how to open the bra." The Monsignor feigned shame as he said it, the real Timothy though felt it. Before the words had left his mouth he wished the demon WOULD look down to watch her body and it made him sick, he realised that he had nearly lost his battle and was slowly resisting to fight back.

Jude had sympathy for the priest, realising he had never undressed a woman before. Her arms moved back to open her bra but covered her plump and firm breasts as soon as the cotton touched the ground.

"Thank you." A little annoyed by her shyness, the priest pushed her panties down her shaped legs.

Realising her predicament, Jude moved one arm down to cover her crotch with one hand. The Monsignor stepped back and stopped the water. It was boiling hot and even for hydrotherapy not suitable, something he had already planned.

"I'm sorry, I think we have to wait a couple of minutes until you can get in." His hand jolted back as he tested the water. "I'm afraid it could burn your sensitive skin." Her confused brain wouldn't think of adding cold water anyway so he didn't bother to mention it. 

He walked back to Jude and rubbed her arms as she shivered in the cold room. "I should have assisted more often, before doing the therapy alone." He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Jude was ashamed to stand naked in front of him but his eyes were only fixated on her face. His warm hands tried to comfort her instead of touching her inappropriately. Her mind was so focused on him that she realised to late that his hand had grabbed hers that covered her breast to lead her to the tub.

He sat her down on the edge and Jude covered herself again. His fingertips brushed away some hair that had fallen into her face. "Jude you have nothing to fear with me at your side, I hope you know that. Everything I do from now on, is for you. It hadn't been before and for that, I will be always sorry."

He kissed her forehead and again, took her hand that rested against her breasts to kiss her palm, not one second looking down.

Judes skin tingled as his lips made contact with her. Her body reacted immediately, leaving her confused and aroused. If she hadn't known better she might think he was trying to seduce her but his behavior was nothing but friendly and amicably.

The Monsignor entwined their fingers so their palms touched in an soft embraced. "No one will ever hurt you again, I promise."

Her eyes filled with tears of joy and relieve. His words calmed her troubled and tortured soul. Her head fell against his shoulder and her tears covered it with wet traces. Her sobs echoed through the room and he held her against him, his hand moving up and down her bare back to comfort her.

"Hush, hush Jude. Everything will be fine, soon you will feel better..."