22-08-2026, 10:36 AM
The final degradation came when the priest’s own debts caught up with him.
He owed a large amount of money to two town men who used to come to the nearby town for business. The debt had grown over months, and the men had begun to press him hard. One evening they followed him all the way to the village temple, demanding payment. The outer courtyard was empty. The priest, afraid and cornered, took them into the inner chamber where Kasiamma was waiting for him as usual, still fully dressed in her saree and blouse.
The two town men looked at her and then at the priest.
“Where is the money?” the first man asked, his voice already impatient.
The priest swallowed and spoke quickly.
“I cannot give the money tonight. But I can give you her. She will do whatever you want. The Goddess has already given her to me for the curse. Tonight she is yours. You can use her body as payment.”
Kasiamma’s face went pale. She stepped back toward the black stone idol, shaking her head hard.
“No… no, please…” she said, her voice rising in panic.
“Don’t give me to them. I don’t want this. Please, I am begging you… not like this…”
The priest turned to her with the same cold, filthy calm he always used.
“Quiet. You will do what the Goddess requires. Remove nothing. I will undress you for them myself.”
“Please don’t…” Kasiamma cried, tears already falling.
“I will do anything else… I will come every day… but not in front of them… not with them… please…”
The two town men watched her with open hunger, already enjoying her fear.
“She is crying already,” the second man said with a small smile.
“This is going to be good.”
“Look at how she is shaking,” the first man added, eyes moving over her body under the saree.
“We are going to enjoy this one properly.”
Kasiamma looked from the priest to the two men and back again, her voice breaking completely.
“Don’t do this to me… I have already lost my son… please don’t give my body to them… I am begging you on the Goddess’s name…”
The priest ignored every word. He stepped behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to undress her in front of the two watching men while she continued to protest and cry.
The priest ignored every one of Kasiamma’s pleas and began removing her clothes in front of the two town men.
First he untied the end of her dark blue saree. Kasiamma clutched at the saree with both hands, trying to keep it around her body.
“Please… don’t take it off… not in front of them…” she begged, her voice thick with tears.
He pulled harder. The dark blue saree slid away from her body and fell to the stone floor in a soft heap. She stood in her dark blue blouse and white petticoat, arms crossed tightly over her chest, still crying.
The moment the saree left her body, fear overtook her completely. She suddenly turned and ran toward the inner doorway, her bare feet slapping on the stone, trying to escape the chamber.
“No… let me go…!” she cried.
The two town men moved instantly. The first man reached her in a few long steps and caught her arm. She twisted and pulled, but he was stronger. The second man grabbed her other arm. Together they dragged her back into the centre of the chamber while she struggled and kicked.
“Please… don’t… let me go…!” she sobbed.
“I don’t want this… please…!”
“Stop running,” the first man growled, already breathing hard from the chase.
“You are not going anywhere.”
They forced her to stand between them. The first man gripped the front of her dark blue blouse and pulled hard. The front hooks of the blouse tore open with a loud rip. He yanked the torn dark blue blouse down her arms and threw it aside, leaving her in only her white bra and white petticoat. Her heavy breasts heaved inside the white bra as she cried and tried to cover herself.
“Look at these,” the second man said, eyes locked on the full shape of her breasts inside the white bra.
“Already perfect.”
Kasiamma kept begging, her voice breaking.
“Please don’t tear anything more… please… I’m begging you… don’t do this to me…”
The second man did not listen. He grabbed the white petticoat at her waist with both hands and pulled sideways with full strength. The white petticoat tore open along the side. He yanked the ruined white petticoat down over her hips and made her step out of it. Now she stood in only her white bra and coffee brown panties, tears streaming down her face, shoulders shaking.
“Please… leave me with this… don’t take anything else…” she cried, trying to cover her breasts and the front of her coffee brown panties with both hands.
“I am begging you… don’t make me naked… please…”
The two men only stared at her body with open hunger, their chests rising and falling, already enjoying how hard she was fighting and how little it mattered.
“She still has the white bra and coffee brown panties,” the first man said, his voice thick.
“We will take those next. Slowly.”
“Let her beg more,” the second man replied, smiling.
“It makes everything better.”
Kasiamma stood between them in only her white bra and coffee brown panties, crying and trembling, while the two men looked at her as if they already owned every part of her body.
Kasiamma stood between the two town men in only her white bra and coffee brown panties, crying and trying to cover herself with her hands.
The first man stepped forward without waiting.
He pulled her hands away from her body and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her tightly against his chest. His hug was strong and greedy. He pressed her heavy breasts, still inside the white bra, flat against him and held her so firmly that she could not push back. One of his hands slid down her bare back and settled on the curve of her ass cheek over the coffee brown panties, squeezing it openly.
“No… don’t hug me… please…” Kasiamma sobbed, turning her face away.
“Don’t touch me like this…”
He ignored her completely. He tightened his arms, crushing her body against his, and let her feel the hard shape of his cock pressing against her lower stomach through his pants and her coffee brown panties. His hand on her ass cheek squeezed harder, fingers digging into her ass cheek.
“Soft… heavy… perfect,” he muttered against her ear, breathing hot and fast.
“You feel even better than you look.”
Then he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, forced her face back toward him, and pressed his mouth hard onto her lips.
Kasiamma tried to twist her head away, but he held her jaw firmly and kissed her with open hunger. His lips were rough and wet. He pushed his tongue into her mouth at once, licking deep, tasting her while she made broken sounds of protest against his tongue. He kept her locked in the tight hug, one hand still squeezing her ass cheek over the coffee brown panties, the other holding her face in place so she could not escape the kiss.
“Mmm… soft mouth too,” he said between kisses, speaking against her lips.
“Cry all you want. I’m going to enjoy every part of you tonight.”
He kissed her again, longer and deeper, grinding his hard cock against the front of her coffee brown panties while his hand moved from one ass cheek to the other, openly feeling her. Kasiamma kept trying to push at his chest and turn her face, but his arms were too strong and his mouth stayed locked on hers. Tears ran down her cheeks as he hugged her, kissed her, and rubbed himself against her body in only the white bra and coffee brown panties, already taking his time to enjoy her before removing anything more.
The first man finally broke the long kiss and looked down at Kasiamma’s heavy breasts still held inside the white bra.
“These need to come out,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
Kasiamma shook her head hard, tears still running down her face. She turned desperately toward the priest.
“Please… help me…” she begged him, her voice cracking.
“You said this was for the Goddess… for the curse… don’t let them do this to me… please stop them…”
The priest only looked at her with cold eyes and then spoke to the two men instead.
“Her breasts are heavy and soft. Take the bra off fully. Suck the nipples hard. She likes to pretend she doesn’t want it, but her body will respond. Enjoy them properly.”
Kasiamma stared at the priest in shock, the betrayal cutting deeper than the men’s hands.
“How can you say that…?” she whispered, tears falling faster.
“I trusted you… I came to the temple for my son… and you are telling them how to use me…”
The first man laughed under his breath and reached behind her back. He unhooked the white bra one by one while she still looked at the priest in broken disbelief. Kasiamma tried to hold the cups against her chest, but the man pulled her arms down and slid the straps off her shoulders. He dragged the white bra down her arms and threw it aside.
Her heavy full breasts came free completely — round, soft, and weighty, the dark nipples already tight from fear and the cool air of the temple.
“Look at these…” the first man muttered, staring openly.
“Perfect village breasts.”
“Please… don’t touch them…” Kasiamma cried, still glancing at the priest as if he might change his mind.
“Tell them to stop… please…”
The priest spoke again, calm and filthy.
“Cup them fully. Squeeze the weight. Take the nipples into your mouth and suck. She will cry more, but that only makes it better. Use both breasts. Don’t hurry.”
The first man followed the instructions at once. He pulled her arms away and cupped both heavy breasts in his hands. He squeezed them firmly, lifting their weight, pressing his thumbs over the tight nipples. Then he lowered his head and took the right nipple into his mouth.
Kasiamma let out a broken sob of betrayal and shame.
“No… take your mouth away… please… why are you letting them…?” she cried toward the priest.
The man sucked her nipple deeply, pulling it between his lips, licking across the tip with his tongue while his hand continued to squeeze and knead the full breast. He moved to the left breast and did the same — sucking the nipple hard, licking around it, biting gently while he openly enjoyed the heavy soft weight in his hand and mouth.
“Sweet… heavy… perfect,” he muttered between sucks, speaking against her bare breast.
“I’m going to taste these properly tonight.”
He kept switching from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, and squeezing without any hurry, while Kasiamma cried and tried to push his head away. Her eyes kept returning to the priest, full of pain and disbelief that the man who had spoken of blessings and her dead son was now calmly telling strangers how to enjoy her naked body. The second man watched with open hunger, and the priest continued to stand silently to the side, occasionally giving another quiet instruction, leaving Kasiamma feeling completely betrayed and alone.
He owed a large amount of money to two town men who used to come to the nearby town for business. The debt had grown over months, and the men had begun to press him hard. One evening they followed him all the way to the village temple, demanding payment. The outer courtyard was empty. The priest, afraid and cornered, took them into the inner chamber where Kasiamma was waiting for him as usual, still fully dressed in her saree and blouse.
The two town men looked at her and then at the priest.
“Where is the money?” the first man asked, his voice already impatient.
The priest swallowed and spoke quickly.
“I cannot give the money tonight. But I can give you her. She will do whatever you want. The Goddess has already given her to me for the curse. Tonight she is yours. You can use her body as payment.”
Kasiamma’s face went pale. She stepped back toward the black stone idol, shaking her head hard.
“No… no, please…” she said, her voice rising in panic.
“Don’t give me to them. I don’t want this. Please, I am begging you… not like this…”
The priest turned to her with the same cold, filthy calm he always used.
“Quiet. You will do what the Goddess requires. Remove nothing. I will undress you for them myself.”
“Please don’t…” Kasiamma cried, tears already falling.
“I will do anything else… I will come every day… but not in front of them… not with them… please…”
The two town men watched her with open hunger, already enjoying her fear.
“She is crying already,” the second man said with a small smile.
“This is going to be good.”
“Look at how she is shaking,” the first man added, eyes moving over her body under the saree.
“We are going to enjoy this one properly.”
Kasiamma looked from the priest to the two men and back again, her voice breaking completely.
“Don’t do this to me… I have already lost my son… please don’t give my body to them… I am begging you on the Goddess’s name…”
The priest ignored every word. He stepped behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to undress her in front of the two watching men while she continued to protest and cry.
The priest ignored every one of Kasiamma’s pleas and began removing her clothes in front of the two town men.
First he untied the end of her dark blue saree. Kasiamma clutched at the saree with both hands, trying to keep it around her body.
“Please… don’t take it off… not in front of them…” she begged, her voice thick with tears.
He pulled harder. The dark blue saree slid away from her body and fell to the stone floor in a soft heap. She stood in her dark blue blouse and white petticoat, arms crossed tightly over her chest, still crying.
The moment the saree left her body, fear overtook her completely. She suddenly turned and ran toward the inner doorway, her bare feet slapping on the stone, trying to escape the chamber.
“No… let me go…!” she cried.
The two town men moved instantly. The first man reached her in a few long steps and caught her arm. She twisted and pulled, but he was stronger. The second man grabbed her other arm. Together they dragged her back into the centre of the chamber while she struggled and kicked.
“Please… don’t… let me go…!” she sobbed.
“I don’t want this… please…!”
“Stop running,” the first man growled, already breathing hard from the chase.
“You are not going anywhere.”
They forced her to stand between them. The first man gripped the front of her dark blue blouse and pulled hard. The front hooks of the blouse tore open with a loud rip. He yanked the torn dark blue blouse down her arms and threw it aside, leaving her in only her white bra and white petticoat. Her heavy breasts heaved inside the white bra as she cried and tried to cover herself.
“Look at these,” the second man said, eyes locked on the full shape of her breasts inside the white bra.
“Already perfect.”
Kasiamma kept begging, her voice breaking.
“Please don’t tear anything more… please… I’m begging you… don’t do this to me…”
The second man did not listen. He grabbed the white petticoat at her waist with both hands and pulled sideways with full strength. The white petticoat tore open along the side. He yanked the ruined white petticoat down over her hips and made her step out of it. Now she stood in only her white bra and coffee brown panties, tears streaming down her face, shoulders shaking.
“Please… leave me with this… don’t take anything else…” she cried, trying to cover her breasts and the front of her coffee brown panties with both hands.
“I am begging you… don’t make me naked… please…”
The two men only stared at her body with open hunger, their chests rising and falling, already enjoying how hard she was fighting and how little it mattered.
“She still has the white bra and coffee brown panties,” the first man said, his voice thick.
“We will take those next. Slowly.”
“Let her beg more,” the second man replied, smiling.
“It makes everything better.”
Kasiamma stood between them in only her white bra and coffee brown panties, crying and trembling, while the two men looked at her as if they already owned every part of her body.
Kasiamma stood between the two town men in only her white bra and coffee brown panties, crying and trying to cover herself with her hands.
The first man stepped forward without waiting.
He pulled her hands away from her body and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her tightly against his chest. His hug was strong and greedy. He pressed her heavy breasts, still inside the white bra, flat against him and held her so firmly that she could not push back. One of his hands slid down her bare back and settled on the curve of her ass cheek over the coffee brown panties, squeezing it openly.
“No… don’t hug me… please…” Kasiamma sobbed, turning her face away.
“Don’t touch me like this…”
He ignored her completely. He tightened his arms, crushing her body against his, and let her feel the hard shape of his cock pressing against her lower stomach through his pants and her coffee brown panties. His hand on her ass cheek squeezed harder, fingers digging into her ass cheek.
“Soft… heavy… perfect,” he muttered against her ear, breathing hot and fast.
“You feel even better than you look.”
Then he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, forced her face back toward him, and pressed his mouth hard onto her lips.
Kasiamma tried to twist her head away, but he held her jaw firmly and kissed her with open hunger. His lips were rough and wet. He pushed his tongue into her mouth at once, licking deep, tasting her while she made broken sounds of protest against his tongue. He kept her locked in the tight hug, one hand still squeezing her ass cheek over the coffee brown panties, the other holding her face in place so she could not escape the kiss.
“Mmm… soft mouth too,” he said between kisses, speaking against her lips.
“Cry all you want. I’m going to enjoy every part of you tonight.”
He kissed her again, longer and deeper, grinding his hard cock against the front of her coffee brown panties while his hand moved from one ass cheek to the other, openly feeling her. Kasiamma kept trying to push at his chest and turn her face, but his arms were too strong and his mouth stayed locked on hers. Tears ran down her cheeks as he hugged her, kissed her, and rubbed himself against her body in only the white bra and coffee brown panties, already taking his time to enjoy her before removing anything more.
The first man finally broke the long kiss and looked down at Kasiamma’s heavy breasts still held inside the white bra.
“These need to come out,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
Kasiamma shook her head hard, tears still running down her face. She turned desperately toward the priest.
“Please… help me…” she begged him, her voice cracking.
“You said this was for the Goddess… for the curse… don’t let them do this to me… please stop them…”
The priest only looked at her with cold eyes and then spoke to the two men instead.
“Her breasts are heavy and soft. Take the bra off fully. Suck the nipples hard. She likes to pretend she doesn’t want it, but her body will respond. Enjoy them properly.”
Kasiamma stared at the priest in shock, the betrayal cutting deeper than the men’s hands.
“How can you say that…?” she whispered, tears falling faster.
“I trusted you… I came to the temple for my son… and you are telling them how to use me…”
The first man laughed under his breath and reached behind her back. He unhooked the white bra one by one while she still looked at the priest in broken disbelief. Kasiamma tried to hold the cups against her chest, but the man pulled her arms down and slid the straps off her shoulders. He dragged the white bra down her arms and threw it aside.
Her heavy full breasts came free completely — round, soft, and weighty, the dark nipples already tight from fear and the cool air of the temple.
“Look at these…” the first man muttered, staring openly.
“Perfect village breasts.”
“Please… don’t touch them…” Kasiamma cried, still glancing at the priest as if he might change his mind.
“Tell them to stop… please…”
The priest spoke again, calm and filthy.
“Cup them fully. Squeeze the weight. Take the nipples into your mouth and suck. She will cry more, but that only makes it better. Use both breasts. Don’t hurry.”
The first man followed the instructions at once. He pulled her arms away and cupped both heavy breasts in his hands. He squeezed them firmly, lifting their weight, pressing his thumbs over the tight nipples. Then he lowered his head and took the right nipple into his mouth.
Kasiamma let out a broken sob of betrayal and shame.
“No… take your mouth away… please… why are you letting them…?” she cried toward the priest.
The man sucked her nipple deeply, pulling it between his lips, licking across the tip with his tongue while his hand continued to squeeze and knead the full breast. He moved to the left breast and did the same — sucking the nipple hard, licking around it, biting gently while he openly enjoyed the heavy soft weight in his hand and mouth.
“Sweet… heavy… perfect,” he muttered between sucks, speaking against her bare breast.
“I’m going to taste these properly tonight.”
He kept switching from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, and squeezing without any hurry, while Kasiamma cried and tried to push his head away. Her eyes kept returning to the priest, full of pain and disbelief that the man who had spoken of blessings and her dead son was now calmly telling strangers how to enjoy her naked body. The second man watched with open hunger, and the priest continued to stand silently to the side, occasionally giving another quiet instruction, leaving Kasiamma feeling completely betrayed and alone.
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