Feature Writer: Powerone / controlher1@hotmail.com
Feature Title: THE PRIEST TEACHES HIS FLOCK 8
Published: Copyright 2004.
Story Codes: Religious Themes, NC, Anal, Oral, Priests, Sadism
Synopsis: Father John is transferred to his third parish. Each time he was caught molesting his parishioners. This time we find him in a small parish in the Bible Belt in the 1950’s.
The Priest Teaches His Flock 8
Chapter 8-The Celebration of the Candles
Father John waited for Sally, his cock already hard at the thought of her tight body. It would soon be time to fuck her. He planned on taking her virginity today, not with his cock but a large dildo. It would be God’s will that she relinquish her virginity.
Sally dreaded going to see Father John again today, but there was no way she could get out of it. Her parents thought Father John was God, or at least Jesus, if not the next best thing for her. It was getting more difficult talking them out of bringing her sister Becky along for “lessons.” Becky even bugged her to come along, unsuspecting of what she would be forced to endure. She was younger and more impressionable and would surely do anything Father John ordered her, thinking that she was fulfilling her destiny to God. Sally suspected that God did not have much to do with it, it was all Father John’s desires, but her parents were too insistent that she submit.
Sally wore a pair of jeans and a wool button down shirt. Winter was almost here and it was beginning to get cold. She entered the church, going to the rectory in the back. Father John was waiting, sitting at his desk, just as she knew he would be.
“Good afternoon Sally. Are you ready to do the Lord’s will?”
“Afternoon, Father John. Yes, I’m here to do whatever is required of me. My parents are most insistent that I obey you and do the Lord’s work.”
“Good girl, let’s go into the other room. We are going to do something very special today.”
“The other room?”
She was frightened by the ominous sound of his voice. It was bad enough in his office with his desk.
Father John moved next to her, putting his arm around her waist.
“Yes down here, Sally.”
They moved down the hall to the last door and Father John opened it. There was a long staircase down to the basement.
“That’s the basement Father!”
“Sssshhh, little girl. The Lord works in many places. This will be much quieter and we will not be disturbed.”
He urged her down the stairs, Sally hesitating. The door closed behind them, only the light at the foot of the stairs flickering. It looked like candle light.
“I’m scared.” Sally trembled.
They would be in the basement; even screams would not be heard.
“Nothing to be scared of Sally. We are down here to celebrate the Lord today.”
“Celebrate?”
“Yes, today is the Celebration of the Candles. A very special day usually reserved only for the priests and nuns. We celebrate the important part that candles play in the religious ceremonies. You are lucky to be able to participate in the service. The Bishop has granted you special permission because of your active religious training and your outstanding progress.”
“The Bishop knows what we do?”
“I have told the Bishop how well you are responding to the intense religious training. In fact, you are invited to a weekend retreat with the Bishop and me.”
“A weekend? No, I don’t want to go,” she protested, not wanting to spend a whole weekend with him, even if they Bishop would also be there.
“Nonsense Sally. I have already talked to your mother and she has given her permission. She thinks it is an honor that the Bishop invited you and that he will be present. I could have your sister Becky instead, would you rather I do that? She is younger than you, isn’t she? I imagine that she would be easier to train in my ways, don’t you think? I’ll train her like I am training you, to serve the Lord and me as the vessel of the Lord.”
He stopped on the stairs; his hand reaching up to her breast, lightly caressing the young flesh.
“Though she is not as mature as you are,” making his point by gently squeezing, “Should I invite Becky instead?”
His hand continued to rub her breast, making no excuse for the fondling of her flesh.
Sally stood there as Father John continued to rub her breasts. He was getting bolder each day she came, no longer making any pretense for molesting her body. She could imagine him doing this to Becky, rubbing her tiny mounds.
“No! I’ll go, just leave Becky alone.”
He moved close, whispering to her, “you are making my sword hard again, Sally,” moving her hand down to the front of his trousers, making her small hand grab his hard cock. “You are going to have to take it in your mouth again today. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Serving the Lord with your mouth. You are very good at it. You have found your calling in life, a way to serve the Lord.”
Taunting her, forcing her to move her hand up and down on his cock, making it jerk beneath his trousers.
She regretted that she had done such a good job before, her mouth used as a receptacle for his sword, his demon seed spilled into her stomach.
“I will serve you, Father John, in whatever way you want,” resigned to her place in life, hoping to protect her little sister by giving into his twisted desires.
He stopped fondling her breast and put his hand back on her waist directing her down the steps.
Sally was pushed into a large room. In the center stood a large altar, a gleaming white wooden structure over six feet long and about three feet wide. She cringed when she saw the crosses, one in each corner, pushed into a hole in the altar, securing it tightly. It was just like the desk. It was covered with a black velvet cloth, golden crosses sewn into the edges that hung down the front. The altar was not as tall as the one in the church; this one stood about three feet high. She cringed at the thought of being spread open on it, but she knew that was Father John’s intention. She began to dread the Ceremony of the Candles. She saw a table behind the altar, a large selection of candles and candlestick holders on it. There must be over one hundred of all sizes and shapes. Some were already flickering; hot wax slowly sliding down the side of the candles.
“Please, not on there,” Sally whimpered.
“We must get you prepared first, Sally.”
He grabbed her hand again and pressed it against his trousers.
“Rub my sword, Sally, while I prepare you for the ceremony.”
He moaned softly as her yielding hand grabbed his cock through his pants, encircling it, moving up and down the hard flesh.
“Very good, Sally.”
“Prepared?”
His hands moved up to her wool shirt, fingers traveling over her breasts again.
“You must wear the ceremonial robe.”
Father John pointed to a white robe on a hanger. It was a simple garment, the zipper running from neck to bottom the only closure on it; it looked like it would hang just about to her knees. He reached for the first button of her shirt, his fat fingers too anxious, fumbling with it.
“But you must shed your worldly possessions first.”
“You mean my clothes? You’re going to strip me naked?”
“Yes, Sally. The Lord wants you like you came into the world, naked and without sin.”
His fingers continued to unbutton her shirt, feeling her tremble as he slowly stripped her. He pulled the shirt from her jeans, opened to expose the basic white bra encompassing her breasts. He reached down to her wrists, unbuttoning the buttons. He lowered the garment from her shoulders, letting it slide backwards and down her arms. She stopped stroking his cock as he shed the garment from her body.
Her hands hung uselessly by her side, her shirt lying on the chair next to her. She felt his hands on her wrists again, pressing her palms against his sword.
“Rub it, don’t stop unless I tell you to! Use both hands.”
She stroked his sword again, feeling it jerk in his trousers as his hands moved up her naked flesh. She felt horribly violated as he took liberties with her young body. She suffered his large, clammy hands as they slid up and grasped her youthful breasts in his palms, encircling the bra-encased flesh, squeezing.
He let his fingers run over her naked flesh, the upper breasts that peeked out the top of her bra, running along her cleavage, feeling the goose bumps appear as he molested her. “Turn around.” His hands at her waist, turning her back to him. She knew it was so he could strip her bra off, but at least she was spared from touching his hard sword. She felt his hands on her back, rubbing up and down her naked flesh.
He fumbled with the bra catch, eventually unsnapping it, seeing the strain in the strap release. Her hands moved up, keeping the bra cups covering her breasts, her palms pressing it tightly against her naked flesh. He moved closer to her, his crotch demanding against her ass, his cock jerking in pleasure. He rubbed himself on her covered ass, hands on her naked waist, holding her in place as he masturbated his cock on her. He let his hands run up and down her arms until he came to her shoulders, pushing the bra straps down her arms until her clutching of her breasts stopped the movement.
“Let your hands down, reach behind you and grab my sword again. Your round buttocks are making it so hard.”
Sally moved her hands back, feeling her bra slip to the floor, her naked breasts free of confinement. She placed her hands between her butt and his crotch, again finding his hard sword, both hands rubbing it. His hands ran up her arms again, then slowly moving in front, feeling her naked breast flesh.
“No” she begged, feeling his callused hands reaching for her naked flesh, unable to stop him from having his way with her body.
She shuddered as his fingers ran over her nipples, teasing the rubbery tips into hardness, embarrassingly unable to control her own body.
Father John hefted her globes, his palms gently lifting the flesh, his fingertips running back and forth over her nipples, strumming them into hardness. He smiled at her disloyal body, her chest heaving as he manipulated her young tit flesh. He pushed his cock more firmly into her hands, feeling the pleasure her fingers gave as she stroked him.
“Your body is betraying you, Sally. God can feel your lust. He can feel your nipples harden in pleasure. I’m going to have to punish your breasts. Drive the evil from them.”
“It’s you doing it Father. I can’t help it!”
“Nonsense, child. I’m a man of the cloth. I am only bringing out what is already in your body.”
He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, pulling up her breasts, feeling her body stretch up, rising onto her toes.
“That hurts Father! You’re hurting my nipples, please…!”
She arched up higher onto her toes as his fingers, tightening on the sensitive flesh, stretching her breasts unnaturally.
Releasing her abruptly, he swung her around by the hips until she was facing him. Her hands were again at her side, so he grabbed her wrists and brought them back to his trousers, her fingers grabbing his cock once more. He swung his open hand and slapped her right breast, his fingertip hitting the flesh under her nipple, making it bounce on her chest.
“Don’t slap them, please,” she begged as his hand slapped her other breast, both of them turning pink.
She felt them bounce up and down, humiliated as he played with them like they were toys. She cried out when his finger snapped her hard nipples, the pain shooting through her. He appreciated the sight of her breasts, a slight pink from the slaps, her nipples poking out, swollen from his fingertips. Her nipples pointed, begging to be abused. He slid his hand down, sensing her pull in her tight stomach as he moved to the snap on her jeans.
She felt his hands on her jeans, looked down, his hands unsnapping them, one hand slowly lowering the zipper. It sounded so loud as it moved downward, her white cotton panties beginning to show.
Father John slid his hand into her jeans, running over her panty-covered abdomen, feeling her body tense up again as he pushed his hand deeper into her jeans until he could feel her bush.
“The boys would love to slip their hands in your pants like I’m doing. I’m going to have to masturbate you and make you have an orgasm. Show you what happens when you let boys play with your untrained body.”
He let his finger trace her pussy lips, pushing her simple panties aside, letting his fingers saw up and down her slit.
“Such nice puffy lips, Sally.”
“No! Don’t do this to me!” she cried out, feeling a stirring between her legs as his fingers continued to masturbate her pussy.
She had never had an orgasm before; her parents taught her that masturbation was the devil’s toy. He pulled his hand out of her jeans, and pulled them over her ass. Sally felt so embarrassed. Father John was pulling down her pants and she was standing here, breasts naked, and letting him. Why did he keep doing this to her? She knew that she must let him; her mother gave him permission to punish her if she disobeyed. She felt him kneel on the floor, his hands sliding the jeans down her legs past her knees before he stopped, leaving them to bind her legs together. She looked down to see Father John stare up at her before his gaze moved to her sex.
Father John moved his hands to the waist of her cotton panties and let them slowly slide down the back until they were below her hillocks, her buttocks now naked. He grabbed the taut flesh in his palms, one cheek in each hand and squeezed tightly.
“You have such a lovely bottom for such a young girl, Sally. You are lucky the Lord gave you such a nice body. You must show your gratitude to your Lord by sharing it with your Priest.”
“Yes, Father John, my body is yours.”
Sally resigned herself to the fact that he was going to have his way with her and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Pull your panties down in the front for me Sally. Show me your sex. Pull them all the way down to your jeans,” he ordered her, watching her blush as her hands moved down and slid the white panties down over her abdomen until her bush began to show, “More Sally, show me more,” his whispered order humiliating her even more as he watched her slowly strip naked for him.
He was making her take off her own clothes, degrading her, uncovering her own sex, his eyes only inches from her naked flesh. His arms still wrapped around her hips, hands clenching and unclenching her firm ass cheeks, making her gasp each time. He pulled out on her cheeks as he squeezed them, feeling her buttocks part, knowing her tiny anus was exposed. Soon he would have her bound face down on the table. Soon he would be teasing her tiny anus. His cock jerked in anticipation.
She was almost naked now, her jeans and panties hanging uselessly below her knees, the rest of her body bare.
“Over here,” he pushed her toward the altar, watching as she took tiny steps, her jeans and panties binding her legs together. It made her shake her ass so sensuously.
She felt the edge of the altar hit her stomach, Father John’s hand on her back forcing her bent over face down on the table.
“Please,” she begged, again.
Father John knelt behind her, rubbing his hands up and down her legs and over her ass, feeling the silky smooth skin. He moved his hands down to her jeans and began to pull them off.
“Lift up one leg,” her right leg off the ground, Father John pulled on the jeans. “Now the other,” stripping the garment from her body, the panties torn off at the same time.
He now had her naked.
“Such lovely skin, Sally,” he rubbed all over her body, his calloused hands harshly chafing her girlish flesh.
“Put on the robe while I go prepare.”
He pushed her over to the white robe and slowly began to strip off his own clothes. He savored her terrified look as he lowered his shorts, his large cock, already swollen and hard, protruded out.
“God wants me the same way Sally, naked.”
He picked up a black robe and pulled it on, the zipper rising up noisily.
Sally looked the other way, but not before she saw his organ tenting out the front of the robe. She quickly slipped into the white robe, pulling up the zipper; at least she would temporarily be covered, though she did not expect it to last long. Not when his sword was so swollen. No, she would have to service his sword again with her mouth. She would be forced to swallow his terrible-tasting demon seed. She cringed as she felt his hands on her waist, sliding up her back, his hard cock pressing against her almost naked bottom.
“It is time to begin the ceremony, Sally. Get up on the altar. You must be ready to celebrate with the Lord.”
She scooted up on the edge the altar, her feet dangling over the edge. He picked up her feet and used them to pivot Sally around on her ass, turning her the other way, then placing her feet on the altar. He pushed on her side.
“Lie on your stomach, Sally, and stretch out. Hands over your head, put them near the crosses.”
She felt him prepare her body, spreading her out on the altar. As her arms moved to the crosses, she glanced up to see how close they were. She felt his hands on her back, down over her shapely buttocks and over the back of her legs until he touched naked flesh below her knees.
“Such a good girl.”
He moved to her head, seized one arm, grabbed a fur-lined leather belt and wrapped it around her wrist, tightening it until he could place the pin into the hole on the buckle.
“Don’t tie me up!” she screamed.
He had never done this to her before, and she more than feared what he would do once he had her bound, unable to defend herself. Before she could protest further, he moved quickly and secured her other wrist. He clipped both to the crosses in each corner, tightly securing her to them. She tugged on them, the crosses banging noisily but not budging.
Father John observed the frightened look in her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she was now. He moved down towards her feet, his hand running over her, unable to miss the chance to fondle her tight ass. He ran his hand down one leg, pulling it out to the side as he slid lower and lower, spreading it out toward the cross in the corner.
She felt his hand running over her naked legs, pushing on her tender inner thighs, spreading her open. She knew he would use leather straps on her legs, stretching her into a wide “X”, bound and defenseless. She feared what he planned to do to her. She knew it must be worse then what he had already done otherwise he would not need the tight bondage.
Father John wasted little time securing her legs in the spread eagle position, eager to begin the ritual. He stared at Sally from his position at the foot of the altar between her spread legs. He could almost see underneath her robe, into her darkened sex.
“Are your ready to worship the Lord, Sally?”
He moved over to the candles, watching as Sally’s eyes followed him, the scared look on her face.
“Dominito, Astoloso, Benito, “ Father John began to chant in Latin, a slim candle over twelve inches high in his hand, the flame burning brightly, the wax slowly running down the edges of the candle stick. Father John chanted in Latin for over five minutes, picking up new candles as the others would start to burn down. By time he finished, he had over ten candles burning on the table beside Sally.
“Time for you to join in, Sally,” his hand reached for the bottom of the robe, sliding it slowly up, baring her naked body.
Sally craned her neck to look at Father John.
“What are you doing?”
She panicked as he slowly pulled the robe up over her waist and out from underneath her, moving higher and higher until it was tucked neatly under her neck, her body naked from her shoulders to her toes.
Father John ran his hands down her back, his palms clutching her naked ass cheeks, pulling them apart, watching as her tiny anus was exposed. He let his fingers slide along her pussy lips from behind, hearing her protest as she was crudely fondled.
Sally could only catch a fleeting glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. He moved back into her view, standing next to her head, gazing down at her innocent face plead with him. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the candle in his hand, the yellow flame dancing in the slight breeze in the room, the wax slowly dripping down the side of the candle.
She still did not suspect, her mind not capable of believing that anyone would purposely let hot wax fall on sensitive flesh. Her beseeching eyes turned to panic when he moved the candle over her back and began to tip it, the hot flame burning and melting the wax on the side.
“No! No!” she screamed as she watched the wax slowly flow down the edge, knowing that in a few seconds it would spill off and land on her skin, “Please, Father! Don’t!”
“Now, now child, you must suffer for the Lord. The pain will purge the evil from your body.”
He let his other hand stroke her ass, feeling her tighten her cheeks as he fondled them.
“Relax,” his eyes following the slowly dripping candle wax.
He was using a bee’s wax candle for the less intimate portions of her body, the wax extremely hot. His cock jerked beneath the robe as the wax fell from the candle and dropped on her naked back, a large red blob of hot candle wax falling on her pink flesh.
Sally screamed, her voice ringing off the solid walls, no one able to hear her cries of pain except for Father John. The wax burned her skin before finally cooling, the lingering pain of the freshly burned flesh shooting up to her brain. She felt Father John brush the dried wax from her back, his other hand still holding the candle, this time moving it lower so that it was over the hillock of her buttocks.
“No more Father, please, I’ll take your sword in my mouth and drink your seed, just don’t burn me anymore.”
Tears flowed from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
She looked so beautiful, stretched out naked on the table, her innocent face etched in the pain he inflicted on her. His cock rubbed on the silky robe he wore, jerking up and down at the lovely sight before him.
“More Sally, you must celebrate with the Lord.”
He bent the candle, this time the wax fell on her naked ass cheek. He saw her body react, her ass cheek clench and unclench at the terrible pain of the hot wax, almost a delightful spasm.
She screamed again, this time not so loud, the pain just as intense but her body not as surprised. She jerked against the straps holding her spread on the table, the leather digging into her flesh, but unyielding. Father John became more insistent with the candle, not giving her a chance to recover from the previous dripping before landing more hot wax on her flesh. He moved the candle up and down her ass cheeks, her muscles rippling in response to the pain.
Father John loved the way her body reacted. Her ass moved up and down in pain, like it was fucking something underneath her, her tight ass muscles contracting each time a drop of hot wax hit the flesh, then relaxing before the next drop would hit. He heard her sobbing, her screams now muted, her throat hoarse. Yet he had just begun. He brushed the wax from her ass, the red wax falling to the floor.
When the hot wax stopped falling on her tender skin, Sally looked over to see Father John put the candle down on the table. Relieved that it was over, her back and ass still in pain from the lingering burns, she murmured,
“Thank you Father,” hoping that he would let her off the altar now.
Instead, Father John picked up a black candle, one that would not burn as hotly as the other. He saw the look on her face as she realized that he had only just begun.
“Yes, Sally, we aren’t finished yet, so much more flesh to cover. The Lord needs to hear your cries of pain to cleanse your soul of the evil.”
“Not there,” she cried out, clenching tightly as his hand pulled apart her ass cheeks.
He slapped her ass hard, the stinging inflaming the burns he had already inflicted on her body.
“Relax your ass cheeks Sally or I will stick the candle up your bottom and let it burn down until it goes out. Would you like me to do that?”
He felt her cheeks relax, resigned to the knowledge of where the wax would fall next, yet shuddering as she braced for the inevitable pain.
She flushed when his hand spread apart her ass cheeks, his fingers now only inches from her anus, the tiny pink hole so completely defenseless. The pain was even worse than she expected, the hot wax hit directly on her anus, black covering the tiny hole. She screamed, a gut wrenching scream. It felt like her anus was torn from her body, the pain shooting deep inside her.
Father John quickly brushed the wax from her anus, wanting to see the reaction of her tiny hole. He was not disappointed. The tiny opening pulsed in and out from the terrible pain, the pink hole now turning an angry red.
“You should see how your hole opens and closes, Sally,” her moan of shame and pain electrifying.
“Again,” turning the candle downward once more, the hot wax dripping off the candle again landing on her pulsating anus.
It caught it just right, small amounts of wax entering her rectum, the burning pain now drawn into her body. He had to fight to keep her cheeks apart, her powerful ass cheeks trying to clench closed from the pain.
She felt Father John’s finger playing over her pain-racked anus, wiping the wax from her, but the fingertip became more insistent, slowly pushing into the pursed hole. She cried out as she was speared by his finger, the tip driving into her rectum, her sphincter clamping down, pressing, trying to expel it from her body.
“The Lord gave you a hot, tight bottom Sally. Soon you will have to share it with him, allowing his servant inside it,” he taunted her.
He pulled his finger from her asshole, seeing the dark red hole slowly close as his finger left. His hands moved to her ankles, removing the leather straps from them, watching as her legs closed when she felt the release. He went to her wrists, doing the same, seeing the relief on her face as she believed he let her loose.
She reached back, pulling the robe down over her naked body, turning over as she did. Her relief turned to anguish as she felt Father John grab her wrist again, bringing it up high to the cross and securing it.
“What are you doing now?”
“We’re not finished yet, Sally,” pulling her other wrist to the other side, her upper body again spread wide. “We must now work on the front side, Sally, you have so many places that the wax is going to visit.”
He smiled, his cock hard as steel as he imagined the hot wax dropping between her spread pussy lips and on her exposed clit.
“Haven’t you punished me enough?” she cried out.
“The Lord wants you to suffer a little more, Sally. Then he will give you pleasure. Pleasure that you have never felt before. He wants me to masturbate you until you have a climax. The Lord wants you to realize the things that your body is capable of.”
“No, not that, please no, don’t do that to me.” She could not bear the humiliation, “I have never even done that before. Please! Not in front of you!”
He moved down to her legs, but not before pulling the zipper down her robe, letting the garment fall to the side.
“The Lord will enjoy seeing your face as you climax for the first time. He has given me the honor of doing it. Now let’s open you up for the candle, Sally.”
He grabbed one of her ankles and attached it to the cross.
“Spread your legs for me,” pulling her leg over to the other side, looking up between her legs, sneaking a look at her eyes as he watched her pussy lips slowly spread open.
He attached her other leg, her teenage body again spread eagle, her sex fully exposed to his eyes. He ran his large hand up her leg, moving up her inside thigh, gripping the tender flesh, rubbing up and down; enjoying her attempts to close her legs and the leather straps digging into her flesh.
Sally watched as he picked up a long white taper, the tip of it glowing hotly. He stood by her head, his fingers moving towards her mouth.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” his fingers already spreading apart her lips, looking for her tongue.
“MMMGG,” she cried out as his fingers grabbed her tongue, pulling it out of her mouth.
“Keep it there or I will have to take a whip to you to teach you to obey,” watching as her tongue hesitantly pushed out farther.
He moved the candle over her face, turning it sideways so the flame burned the wax on the edge.
Her eyes stared at the drip of wax that slowly rolled down the side of the taper in slow motion, waiting for the inevitable pain that would follow. She could not believe that he would drip hot wax on her tongue and now feared where else he would do it, her sex spread open and vulnerable. The pain shot into her the second the wax hit it. Even the wetness of her tongue did nothing to dull it.
“Very good, Sally, now let’s move on down to your breasts.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, pushing, forcing the blood to her nipple. “The nipple is so very sensitive. The wax on it will make you suffer.”
All Sally could do was wait and shudder in fear as he prepared her breast for the hot wax, his fingers making sure her nipple was a hard and easy target. She did not have to wait long, the hot wax burning her nipple and dark areola as she let out a piercing scream. The pain was incredible, Sally sobbed and sobbed. She barely had time to recover before he moved over to the other breast—but not before he left a trail of hot wax and pain on her chest. She screamed again as her other nipple was roasted from the wax, her chest heaving up and down, her breasts bouncing.
Father John loved her reactions as she jerked around on the altar and he continued to run the hot wax all over her flesh. After her breasts grew accustomed to the hot wax, he slowly moved down her stomach toward the V of body. He took pleasure in her desperate attempt to close her legs, wrenching on the leather straps, as the candle moved closer and closer to her naked sex.
“Yes, Sally, it will be there soon. You will feel the fire of God touching your sex. It will teach you a good lesson.”
She squirmed as he teased her, the painful, hot wax running up and down her sensitive inner thighs, always close to her sex, but never touching it—yet. She moaned and jerked about, the pain overcoming her senses, Father John not even giving her a chance to catch a breath before another blob of hot wax would hit a new, tender spot. He brushed the dried wax from her body each time, preparing her for more. Then she saw the look in his eyes and knew the time had come. He was readying her, spreading her sex open to spill the hot wax into the most intimate part of her body. It was bad enough when he burned her anus, the tiny hole still burning. She pleaded with him to no avail.
His fingers gently pried her pussy lips apart, the pink flesh of her inner lips slightly wet. He felt her tremble, knowing the pain she had felt before would be nothing like what she would feel now. He moved the candle over her split pussy, turning it sideways, his eyes wide with excitement as the first drop of wax slowly slid down the long candle. It seemed to hang for seconds before it fell, four sets of eyes on it as it landed with a thud directly between her lips with a splat on her inner flesh. Her hips shot up in pain, her legs pulling on the leather straps, her fists clenched as the pain shot to her brain.
A long, agonizing cry tore through the room as the hot wax burned her sex. It felt like a red-hot poker pushed between her legs, unable to brush the wax aside, her body’s only alternative to wait for it to cool by itself. She looked in his eyes for any kind of sympathy seeing only a smirk on his face as he turned the candle again, but not before moving his fingers down her sex, her vagina now spread open, waiting for the next burning pain.
Father John turned the candle more, wanting it to fall faster, his cock needing relief soon. He saw the drop fall, a huge glob of molten wax that covered almost all of her small vagina, the opening clenching tight as the flesh reacted to the painful burning. She screamed louder, her body bouncing up and down. He immediately let another drop fall, hitting just to the right of the first, her screams almost constant now. He did not think she could take much more; the pain would certainly overcome her. But he had one more place. One more place that he wanted the hot wax to visit.
His fingers pulled back the hood and Sally felt the cool air of the cellar on her exposed clit. She knew how sensitive it was, knew the pain would be excruciating, hoped she would pass into unconsciousness. She watched in pure fear as the drop of wax fell in slow motion. The wax hit her bud, pressure building as it molded over her clit. And then the pain came. The terrible, piercing pain that shot from her clit, up her spine into her brain. She screamed like she had never screamed before. It felt like he ripped her clit off with a pair of pliers. She bucked like a horse, her arms almost yanked from the sockets as she fought to escape the cruel pain. But she was secured, held tightly and spread, her body vulnerable to all the evil that Father John could do to her in the name of the Lord.
Father John left her sobbing, her body jerking in pain, while he went to retrieve the tool that would take her virginity. He would not let her see it yet, wanting to get her body into position first. Her legs were limp when he took the leather straps off of them. Her eyes looked at him as he heaped a new obscenity on her, pulling her leg up to her bound wrist, a new leather strap binding it over her head. He pulled her other leg up to the other wrist, bending her body in half, her legs now spread obscenely wide. Her pussy and anus now open, you could almost see inside her she was so spread. She did not even protest this new indignity, failing to realize the full gravity of the situation.
“God has determined that you are to lose your virginity today, Sally.”
He waited for her reaction, which did not take long.
“No, you can’t do that! I’m a good girl, I’m saving myself for my husband!” she cried out, her body still in pain.
“It is the Lord’s will that this be done. He has asked me to perform it.”
“Perform it? What are you going to do?”
She was afraid; she could imagine what he would do to satisfy his lust. Would he put his sword inside her?
He brought out the instrument.
“This is God’s tool,” showing her the shiny cross.
It was about fifteen inches long and the second crosspiece was about six inches wide. It looked like a normal cross except for the bottom half. It was thicker then the rest and more rounded. The bottom two inches was larger, like the head of a cock. It had to be an inch and a half wide, much bigger then Sally’s tiny vagina.
“It will be used to tear your hymen, giving your greatest gift to the Lord.”
It was about six inches long. He opened a jar of Vaseline, her eyes watching as he lubricated the cross.
“No, don’t!” she cried.
She’d not imagined this! He moved between her spread legs, pulling her pussy lips apart again, wiping the dried wax from her vagina.
He pushed the bulbous head of the cross against her vagina and pushed, seeing her tiny hole begin to open to allow entry to the hard, unyielding cross. She groaned in pain as her pussy was forced open by the cross, her pussy slowly expanding open to grab onto the bulbous head at the end. Father John pushed harder, she bucked as the thick, hard, unyielding metal continued its push inside her. He felt it bump against the tiny layer of skin, her maidenhood.
“Don’t do this to me,” she begged, feeling her vagina stretched wider than it had ever been.
Except for Father John, no one had ever touched inside her, not even herself.
“It will be over soon, my child,” Father John calmly told her as he readied the cross. “Your sacrifice to the Lord.”
He pushed, ripping her hymen in one shove, the cross sinking into her no longer unused pussy at least four inches before he stopped. He didn’t want to fuck her, only take her virginity. He had plans for that later, when he would take her with his own cock.
It was worse than the wax, her hymen tearing, the hard cross slowly sliding into her virgin pussy. She cried at the loss of her virginity, Father John would no longer have an excuse to keep from spilling his demon seed by sticking his sword in her vagina.
Father John pulled the bloodied cross from her pussy. He washed her sex with a warm cloth, wiping the wax and blood from between her legs, then released her. Sally turned over onto her side, weeping from the degradation that she had suffered today.
“Not yet, Sally, you still have to cum for the Lord.”
He pulled her up to stand next to the chair he now sat down in.
“Spread your legs for me, Sally,” he ordered her.
Sally stood there, naked, her legs again spread for him. She felt his hands move to her sex, one hand pulling her lip back, the other hand beginning to slide up and down her slit, his thick fingers running over her vagina, all the way back to her anus, then back up before rubbing over her hard, still burning clit. Her hips began to gently rock, hoping that he would not notice the pleasure that began to radiate from his masturbating fingers.
He moved a callused finger up to her vagina, letting it slowly enter her unused pussy, feeling how hot and tight she was, her pussy walls clamping on the finger as he began to slide in on the crème he was forcing her to produce.
“Such a hot, tight vagina, Sally. The Lord has given you so many treasures.”
He began to finger fuck her pussy, his other hand rubbing back and forth over her clit.
“Yes, I can feel your juices beginning to flow, Sally. Let yourself go, climax for your Lord,” he ordered her as he continued the forced masturbation of teenage body.
Her feet were barely able to hold her up, his coarse fingers inside her keeping her raised up as he continued to fondle her open sex. She couldn’t help herself, it was the first time she had ever felt anything like this. And it felt good, even if it was Father John that was doing it, even through the hot remnants of the burn. Her hips moved back and forth, no longer trying to hide the pleasure, just wanting the feeling to continue.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, hoping that he did not hear her.
He pushed two fingers inside her, her body rising up on her toes as her pussy clenched on the twin digits inside her. He kept up the masturbation of her clit, the tip of his finger rubbing back and forth over it, feeling it swell up to over twice its size. He would love to finger her tight asshole, but he did not want to lose the command he had over her body, wanting to see her humiliation as she was forced to cum on his fingers.
Sally could not believe the feelings that Father John was drawing from her body. One minute he was burning her sex with hot wax, the next drawing her virgin climax. She was so confused, her hips moving back and forth, her pussy clamping on the fat fingers inside her. How could he provide both pain and pleasure to her body? This feeling ran from her sex, sending a shudder through her and a quick release of wetness between her legs. She gripped the fingers inside her, tightening on them, almost stopping them from moving in and out. She felt his other fingers squeeze her clit tightly, another shudder running through her body. Something was happening! She could not believe the pleasure that ran through her body, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. His fingers continued to masturbate her, she didn’t care any longer, he continually wrenched more shudders from her body. His fingers sliding easier now, her vagina soaked, some of it running down the inside of her thigh.
Father John held her tightly, his fingers still pushed inside her but not moving as she finally finished climaxing. He pulled his fingers out, her juices glistening on them. He put them in his mouth, tasting the fragrant juices of Sally, her orgasm leaving her pussy wet.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Sally?”
Sally closed her eyes and put her head down, not wanting to see Father John’s reaction, nor to allow him to see hers.
“Don’t make me do that again,” she lied.
Father John stood up, his hands on Sally’s shoulders and began to apply pressure on them.
“On your knees, Sally. It is time to drain the demon seed from my sword. In your mouth,” he ordered her.
She did not have time to react, falling heavily to her knees, his sword only inches from her face. She wet her lips as his hands drew her head closer to his hard sword.
“Open wide Sally. It is now time to serve your Lord,” pushing his hard cock between her lips, feeling the wet lips running over the head as it slid inside her mouth, feeling her hot breath on the bulbous head. “Yes, that is good, Sally. Now use your tongue, get it wet.”
Sally sucked on his sword like he had taught her, hoping to get it over with quickly. He would dump his seed in her mouth and she would be forced to swallow it again. She felt his hands on her head, gripping tightly, bobbing it back and forth on his sword. She put her hands on his legs, hoping to stop him from pushing too far in her mouth, but his hands slapped hers away. She gagged as the thick head hit the back of her mouth, trying to gain entrance to her throat. She licked all along his sword, feeling the veins running up the length of it, knowing that soon they would carry his filthy, demon seed out of his sword to fill her mouth. He pushed in hard, her lips pressed against his stomach, the hard sword deep in her throat, the spasm of her muscles massaging his flesh.
“Yes, Sally, so good. Now receive my demon seed, suck it from my loins and swallow it!”
He pumped his cock into her mouth, looking into her innocent eyes as her lips wrapped tightly around him, her tongue moving all over as he shot inside her hot mouth.
Sally strangled on his hot, salty seed. It was so thick, filling and running down the corner of her mouth. She swallowed hard, almost choking on his sword as it pushed in deeper, a second load of seed filling her mouth. The taste lingered on her tongue as he shot a final load into her mouth, gagging again, forced to swallow his seed, her stomach filled.
Father John let his limp cock sit in her mouth, feeling her tongue move around it. Her eyes pleaded for him to take it out, but he loved the sight of her with her lips wrapped around it, even if it was now soft.
He stroked her face, “such a nice mouth you have, Sally. Tomorrow I have something new for you. I think you’ll like it. You are very good at serving your Lord with the lovely body he has given you. As the Lord’s vessel, I will help you learn to serve him. Now lick off the demon seed from my sword and then you may leave. Tomorrow at the same time.” He felt her tongue run all over his cock, the flesh already beginning to harden again, “Yes, you are good.”
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT