As he opened his eyes again, Timothy could already see Judes bare thigh. Her face was turned to the side to evade Marys mouth and Timothy couldn't help himself, he needed to watch Marys hand moving higher on Judes leg.

The pure priest tried to fight his urges but he couldn't resist any longer. He didn't care that way for Mary Eunice but Jude was a difference. As he watched transfixed Marys hand, she turned around slightly to watch his reaction.

It wasn't the first time this evening she changed her mind so it wouldn't hurt to play around a little more.

Letting Judes nightgown fall down her legs again, Mary took her hand instead and walked over towards Timothy.

"Did you like what you saw? Do you want to explore what is hidden under her gown a little more father?!" Mary asked him sweetly with her angelic voice.

The atmosphere in the room had changed from angst to arousal and she wanted nothing more than his surrender. It needed to be his decision to break his sacred vow and to loose his purity. Only then, she would succeed to drag him on the other side.

Jude followed Mary without her approval. She didn't want to but her legs carried her over to Timothy. Mary guided her on the bed until Jude sat on his lap. She moved behind Jude and played with the hem of her gown.

"Don't you want to take a look monsignor? You may like what had been hidden all those years." Mary looked over Judes shoulder and observed him. His eyes were focused on Judes thighs, barely covered by the thin dress.

"No, I can't. We made a vow." Timothy closed his eyes not wanting to see how frightened Jude might be. Her body was shaking and he could feel her body heat through his boxers. It was forbidden and he couldn't take advantage of her.

Judes mind was still unfocused but she knew what she was feeling against her core. Of course, she dreamed about it, in the exact same bed but she felt humiliated to be forced to get so close to him.

Mary grinned down at him and moved the hem of Judes gown upwards. Jude tried to push it down again but Mary was too fast. Timothy opened his eyes as he heard the rustling of clothes. As soon as he looked up, he saw Judes naked upper body.

The former nun covered her breasts but Mary tried to move her hands away. "Isn't she beautiful father? Did she look like this in your dreams?" It was surprising for Jude to hear that and without being able to stop Mary, her arms got pushed down and behind her back.

Gripping both of Judes hands hard, the younger nun used her free hand to caress Judes right breast. "Oh and it feels even better..." The young nun moaned against her neck and continued to caress her soft tissue.

It had been such a long time since anybody touched her intimately and it felt good even if she didn't wanted it to happen.

The inexperienced priest watched what was happening in front of him. Jude was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Knowing the female body only from sketches in school, he was more than curious how she might look like completely naked.

Her body against his own felt wonderful and the longer he watched both woman the more he wanted to touch her himself.

Hearing his change of mind, Mary took his hand and layed it against Judes breast. The monsignor moaned as he felt her soft and warm skin against his palm.

Mary was still holding Judes hands behind her back and her free hand moved lower down her front. Jude pushed her hips back and away from Marys hand, eliciting another moan from Timothy.

The priest was fully erect and completely lost to the feeling of Jude above him and against his palm. He watched the small female hand disappear in Judes panties and felt her fingertips move against him too.

Waking up from her trance, Jude pushed harder against Mary and Timothys hand fell away from her body. "Don't fight me Judy. It had been too long since somebody touched you down there."

Nonetheless her hand came up from Judes crotch and Mary got a hold on the razor blade she had used to kill Frank. She had it hidden the whole time in the pockets of her habit since she didn't know when she could need it again.

"No please, don't hurt her. I beg you, don't!" Timothy was completely helpless and had to watch how the blade was layed against Judes throat. She felt the cold blade but couldn't get her hands free from Marys iron grip.

"You should convince your patient to follow my instructions or her "therapy" will be over, forever."

Jude held her breath as Mary pressed the cold blade against her. A lonely tear fell down her cheek because Jude knew that everything was possible, Mary could kill her like Frank, without any remorse.

The monsignor watched helplessly as the blade feathered down Judes body. Mary was careful though to not damage her skin. His eyes followed it down to Judes full breast and to her stomach.

"So many possibilities... Monsignor, what do you think, where should I cut?" Mary Eunice enjoyed the smell of fear and anguish. His eyes were full of emotions.

"Please don't! I will do whatever you want, I beg you, don't hurt her." Timothy would obey as long as Jude wouldn't get harmed. It was hard for him to loose control but he could never forgive himself if he wouldn't try to safe her life.

"Did you hear that Judy? He would do whatever I want... Even fuck me, right Monsignor?!" Mary smiled down at him sweetly and started to lick Judes face, from her chin up to her cheek. "But as good as it sounds, it's not what I had in mind..."

Jude cringed as she felt Marys wet tongue against her skin. The blade was still against her stomach but feathered further down her body until it reached her panties.

Timothy was confused but realised eventually that he would loose his virtue, just not to Mary Eunice. The thin material of Judes panties gave away as Mary cut it at her hip. His eyes grew wide and Jude closed hers as the last barrier felt away from her naked body.