Fabiofe, his cassock rustling, guides the trembling nun to the wooden bench. She lies back, her eyes closed, as he parts her thighs, revealing her glistening, untouched pussy. He leans in, his breath hot on her skin, as he brings the holy rod to her entrance. She whimpers, her hips bucking slightly as he presses against her hymen. Fabiofe, his voice barely above a whisper, assures her, 'It's for the Lord's work, child.' He pushes harder, the rod breaking through, causing her to cry out. Fabiofe, his own arousal growing, struggles to maintain his composure, his mind filled with taboo images of defiling this sacred vessel.