THE PRIEST TEACHES HIS FLOCK 9 – 10

Feature Writer: Powerone / [email protected]

Feature Title: THE PRIEST TEACHES HIS FLOCK 9 – 10

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 9 – 10

Chapter 9-Sally’s Sister Meets The Bishop

Sally’s younger sister, Charlotte sat at the desk while the Bishop stood over her. Charlotte had always been a bit of a rebel, which was why she was in the Bishop’s office now. Sally was the one who got the attention; Sally was so good. Sally was even taking lessons from Father John. Charlotte couldn’t have private lessons like Sally, because she wasn’t old enough, yet.

“Why can’t you be like Sally?” they always asked.

Well, she had fixed them. She’d snuck out of the house the last two days to see the Bishop, to ask him to teach her like Father John was teaching Sally. It was curious; he had smiled at her and agreed as long as she’d promised to keep their sessions private. Charlotte immediately agreed, swearing “under God” that she would not reveal anything that happened during the classes. He also decided to call her by her middle name, Charlotte, not Becky her first name, telling her it was a more grown up name, grown up like she was.

The classes had started normal enough, the Bishop very attentive to Charlotte, though he seemed to touch her more than usual. Whenever she came into the room or left, his hand would touch or lightly slap her butt. Lately it seemed to rest on her bottom longer and longer, Charlotte’s moving away the only reason he stopped. But Charlotte didn’t think that it was a bad thing, liking the attention, attention that Sally was not getting. And, he was always complimenting her.

“Such a pretty girl you are, Charlotte, so mature for your age,” his hand lingering on her upraised butt as she got ready to leave for the day. “Tomorrow I will teach you some very special things,” he teased, his hand still smoothing over her skirt, patting her gently, “so pretty.”

She’d snuck out of the house the next day as well, the Bishop eagerly awaiting his young student. She sat in the chair, reading from the Bible while the Bishop hovered over her, looking down at the pretty girl, her breasts pushing out against her blouse, her skirt slipping down over her knees hiding the lovely pair of legs from his eyes.

The Bishop reached down, “You are such a pretty girl, Charlotte, and so good, always obeying,” he whispered as his hand slid up and down her naked arm, accidentally brushing against her breast, her big eyes looking up at him, looking to see if it was an accident or intentional. “So pretty,” smiling as his hand returned to her arm, feeling her naked flesh tremble beneath his large hand. His hand touched her breast again, this time Charlotte didn’t even look up, becoming bolder now. “Such a good girl,” brushing lightly over the tips of her breasts, seeing her hands clench on the table, letting him have his way with her.

The Bishop was becoming bolder. The first time, she thought it was an accident, his hand brushing against her breast. But it returned, this time tapping at the tips, her body quivering in excitement as she felt the feel of unfamiliar hands on her intimate flesh. Her nipples seem to explode, pushing painfully out on her white cotton bra. She felt so naughty, letting the Bishop touch her. Charlotte had been masturbating for a number of years, enjoying the touch of her fingers. She often fantasized of being spanked, her bottom naked, over the lap of an older man while he slapped her naked ass cheeks. Or of being stripped naked in front of others while they watched her humiliation. These fantasies always gave her intense orgasms. She thought it would be dirty, but this was the Bishop, not some boy trying to feel her up in the movies. It made her excited that the Bishop would be interested in her body. It made her feel so much older and mature, like Sally.

The Bishop leaned over Charlotte, whispering into her ear, his hand moving to her knee, resting on it.

“You’re much prettier than your sister,” Charlotte looking down as his hand began to caress her leg, like it was happening to someone else, not her. “You don’t mind me touching your leg, do you, Charlotte? You’re such a good girl. You want to be like Sally, don’t you?”

She squirmed in the chair, the Bishop’s hand slowly moving in circles, each time going higher, his fingers slowly dragging up her skirt as they moved, her knee now naked to his touch, a fact that his hand soon recognized, moving down to touch the naked flesh. She jumped when he touched her, almost as if she was being touched by electricity, the feel so unfamiliar.

“Move your chair back, Charlotte,” the Bishop’s voice commanding, Charlotte not even hesitating before she slid it back, farther away from the desk.

She knew that she was giving him easier access to her legs, but he was the Bishop. He knew what was best for her. Her mother had told her that she should always trust the priests. It should go doubly for the Bishop, she thought. And he thought she was so pretty, not like the others that always complimented pretty Sally, ignoring Charlotte.

“Does Father John do this to Sally?”

“Father John has taught Sally how to obey and to serve the Lord. There are many ways to serve the Lord and pleasing your priest or bishop is very important. Are you mature enough to celebrate before God?”

The Bishop looked at her sweet lips, the big blue eyes, the perky tits pushing out her blouse and those lovely legs and considered the hidden treasures beneath her skirt.

She looked up at the Bishop, her eyes staring into his.

“Yes, I want to serve the Lord. Like my sister does,” she stated, “Momma says I must obey Father John and I guess she means you also. I will do whatever you want,” resigning her fate to the man that stood over her, secure in the knowledge that he knew best for her.

“That’s a good girl,” his hands reaching down to her legs again, touching her naked knees, returning to caress her naked flesh.

He moved higher up her legs, her skirt creeping up, his powerful hands squeezing her teenage flesh as she sat in the chair her hands still clutched tightly.

“Open your legs,” the sound of that command sending shivers through her body.

She felt a little embarrassed, humiliated and at the same time naughty and very excited, letting him do these dirty things to her body. She willingly complied, her legs relaxing, her destiny literally in his hands.

“You’re such a good girl, Charlotte,” his hands now able to slip between her knees, rubbing her thighs, feeling the satiny flesh.

His hand under her skirt was making it move up higher and higher, his eyes gazing at her lovely legs as the naked flesh was slowly revealed to him. He loved the feel of her young skin, rubbing up and down her thighs, each time moving higher, his large hand forcing her legs wider.

“Let me touch you higher, Charlotte,” his voice soft and soothing as he felt her thighs begin to clench tighter the closer he moved to the vee between her legs. “You’re such a pretty girl, such lovely thighs. I need to see your lovely legs,” his hands pulling her skirt out of the way, his fingers searching between her thighs.

She sat there, letting him lift her skirt, her hands at her side, not willing to interfere with a Bishop. Especially one that liked her so much. One that thought she was pretty, prettier than her sister. No, she would let him do what Father John does to Sally. Not sure what that was, but eager to please.

“Stand up,” he ordered her, pulling on her arm before she even had a chance to react. “Yes, that’s good,” his hands moving to the bottom of her skirt and slowly pulling it up, watching as her legs began to be exposed. He raised her skirt higher, “look in the mirror Charlotte,” pointing to the full-length mirror on the wall to the side.

Charlotte looked at her reflection, her pussy instantly getting wet at the sight. The Bishop was raising her skirt, her naked legs clearly visible, her white panties now coming into view, his eyes watching as she was being denuded for him.

“Turn sideways, see how pretty you are. The Lord gave you a beautiful body and you must share it with your Bishop,” his hands on her hips, turning her so she profiled in the mirror, his hands now under her skirt on her panties. “Grab your skirt and pull it above your waist for me, Charlotte. Show the Lord your body,” he encouraged her.

Charlotte couldn’t believe she was doing it, but she was, raising her skirt high above her waist and holding it there, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her long legs now seeming even longer, her simple white panties the only garment hiding her sex from the Bishop. And she was not even sure how long he would allow them to stay on, his hands moving up and down her hips. She watched as one of the Bishop’s hands moved to her butt, his large hand able to encircle the tiny cheek, feeling him grip her tightly.

“You’re being such a grown up girl, Charlotte,” his hands enjoying the touch of her teenage flesh.

Her ass was so resilient and firm, his hand able to grab her entire cheek in his palm, feeling his fingertips slip between her crack, his cock jerking in his pants at the thought of her tiny little anus nestled tight between her cheeks.

“Face the mirror now, Charlotte,” turning her so the front of her body was reflected in the mirror, eager for his hands play over her pussy. “Spread your legs open for the Lord, Charlotte,” his hands on her hips, rubbing up and down the shapely hips, feeling her lower body begin to move back and forth. “Obey the Lord,” he ordered her, her legs parting only slightly, wanting more.

Still not understanding why, she obeyed; her legs moving outward, the Bishop behind her, whispering in her ear. She spread her legs outward, the Bishop continuing to demand, forcing her to obey solely by the tone of his voice, seeing her panties stretch across her abdomen as the spread of her legs became more severe. His hands were becoming more familiar on her body, urging her hips to move back and forth, watching her own reflection in the mirror, her sex thrusting in a mock sex act. When pulled back, she could feel a hard object against her cheeks, knowing that she was having a sexual effect on the Bishop, his hard penis rubbing against her, not knowing whether she should be ashamed of herself for doing such a sinful thing or proud that her body could do this to a powerful man like the Bishop.

The Bishop fanned his fingers over her abdomen, watching her face in the mirror, seeing her submission to him. He moved lower, letting his fingernail trace up and down her pussy slit, sliding her white panties into the groove, already feeling the moisture from her body soak the material.

This was much more intense than when she rubbed her own pussy with her fingers. His hands were so much more demanding of her body, forcing responses from it that she hadn’t known she’d had. She let her legs bow out a bit, wanting to give his finger complete access to her pussy, wanting to feel his fingernail push harder between her lips.

“I like that, Charlotte,” complimenting her when she bowed her legs out, “You like this, don’t you? Does it feel good?”

Charlotte felt so naughty, watching her own reflection in the mirror, seeing his finger highlighting her pussy slit in her panties the same time she felt the fingernail dragging her panties along her inner pussy. She knew that she was getting wetter but she no longer cared. She pushed backward, feeling the Bishop’s hard penis touch her ass, letting her hips rock side to side, sliding over the throbbing flesh behind her. It was naughty to do such a thing to a priest, never mind that he was a Bishop, but his fingers were drawing such sexual lust to the surface of her body, she was unable to control her own emotions.

The Bishop was enjoying the way Charlotte’s body responded to his masturbating finger. He pushed in deeper, feeling her lips close around him, sawing up and down her slit as she rocked back and forth. He wanted more. He wanted to feel her naked pussy, to let his fingers slide along her moist passage. “Move over to the desk,” pushing her over until her legs touched the edge.

“Down, bend over the desk for me, Charlotte,” she submissively complied with his request, her ass pushing up against his hard cock as she did. “You look so pretty that way, Charlotte,” his hand running over her ass as she put her head down on the desk.

She jumped at his touch. One minute she was bent over the desk, her skirt pushed high above her waist, her panty-covered butt arched upward, the next she felt the rush of the cool air on her naked cheeks. In a quick flash the Bishop had pulled her panties down to her knees, leaving her bent over the desk, her naked ass pushed out. It was so exciting, half naked, the Bishop behind her, but at the same time it was so embarrassing. This was the first time any male had ever seen her naked. Her panties hanging at her knees made it so much more humiliating.

“You look so pretty like this, Charlotte. Such a good girl you are, obeying me. Do you want me to touch you again?”

The Bishop whispered in her ear, but his hand was already rubbing over her naked cheeks, enjoying her naked flesh, feeling her tremble from his touch.

“Oh God!” she blurted out, the Bishop’s hand moving between her legs and touching her naked pussy for the first time.

It was an electric touch, a strange hand touching her naked pussy. She thought she would cum; it was so intense.

“Yes, God would want you to celebrate before Him, Charlotte. Can you do that, can you cum for God?”

His fingers moved up and down her slit, her juices instantly soaking them. Her body responded to his fingering, two fingers now pushing up and down her slit, inspecting as he did, feeling the hot silky flesh of her inner pussy lips, her juices allowing his fingers to glide effortlessly.

He forced her legs open. Well, more like prompting as she willingly parted them, giving him complete access to her sex. It felt strange when his fingers began to inspect her pussy lips, touching every single spot of the most intimate part of her body, as if he owned it. She continued to feel embarrassed, his hands and fingers taking such liberties with her body. Is this what Sally did? Does Sally have to strip for Father John as the Bishop was making her do?

“I enjoy touching you, Charlotte. Your pussy is so beautiful, the way it is displayed as you are bent over the desk. You are so wet, Charlotte. Are you going to celebrate before God, Charlotte?”

The Bishop touched her clit, her ass arching up high as soon as his fingertip made contact with the sensitive bud. It felt like he had electrocuted her pussy with his touch, her ass shoved outward, trying to escape his touch.

“So soft,” he murmured into her ear, “such a nice, soft pussy.”

She felt his other hand stroke her cheeks, pushing her ass back down, his finger again returning to her clit.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as his calloused finger rubbed over the tender button.

She felt so open, her ass naked and arched up as his hands continued to play with her body. She did not think she could last much longer, her arousal at a fever pitch, her hips moving back and forth on his gentle masturbating fingers.

“Let yourself go, Charlotte. Surrender and celebrate before God,” the Bishop’s fingers moving faster up and down her slit, his other fingers grabbing her clit tightly, rubbing it.

Charlotte let go, the orgasm so powerful, her body shuddering and trembling, her juices soaking his hand, embarrassed that he was seeing her cum. She began to cry, sobbing as she came, humiliated that her body had betrayed her.

The Bishop continued to stroke her, holding her, whispering in her ear, “You are so good, Charlotte,” his fingers rubbing her pussy lightly, feeling her body shaking, Charlotte still crying. “You are such a grown up girl, just like your sister, Sally.”

He held her until she stopped crying, his hand continuing to run over her body.

“Get dressed, Charlotte,” helping to pull her panties up, catching one last glimpse of her pussy as she moved her legs together.

He watched her smooth her skirt down, kissing her on the cheek.

“Go home now, Charlotte,” watching as she left the room.

Chapter 10 Sally Rides the Cross

Father John hadn’t even said hello to Sally. Pulling her along the corridor again, Sally knowing that they were going back into the basement again. She shuddered when she saw the cross. It was huge, standing over eight feet high, four feet wide, made out of heavy wood. It was a little strange for a cross, it looked like it was upside down, the cross piece lower down the upright, not near the top like a normal cross. At least the altar was gone, but she feared the cross, not sure what it would be used for, but scared that her body would somehow be secured to it. Father John seemed to enjoy that, stripping her and tying her up, leaving her body open to whatever he desired to do to her.

“You look very lovely, Sally. Are you going to be a good girl today?”

He moved towards her, grabbing one of her hands and moving it to his crotch.

“See, you have already made my sword hard. Rub it for the Lord.”

He enjoyed the feel of her tiny hand, not even able to fully grasp his cock, her hand moving up and down his shaft as he stared into her eyes, seeing her humiliation, seeing her submit to him. It felt good, her hand rubbing up and down his cock. She was learning quickly to please him. Today she would learn much more, today she would learn to please his cock with her pussy. While she was technically not a virgin any longer, the cross having taken her hymen, she still had not felt a cock inside her snug pussy.

She rubbed his sword, cringing when his hands moved towards her chest, bracing herself for the inevitable fondling. She felt his hands encircle her globes and squeeze hard, not stopping until he heard her moan in pain as her breasts were tightly trapped in his powerful grip. His fingers moved to her blouse, slowly opening the buttons, his eyes staring into hers as he gradually stripped her naked again, unable to stop him from having his way with her. His hands pulling her blouse to the side, her plain white bra now exposed, her hand still rubbing his sword up and down, feeling it jump in his pants.

Father John let his hands roam over her bra, feeling the resilient flesh beneath his fingers, molding her breast meat as she continued the slow, sensuous massaging of his eager cock. He longed to sheath it inside her tight pussy for the first time and feel her squeeze until he filled her with the Lord’s seed.

“Slip your blouse off for me, Sally,” his hands running over the top of her breasts, delighting in the feel of her naked flesh.

She slipped it off her shoulders and arms, placing it on the floor.

“Back to my sword, Sally, but don’t let my seed spill yet or you will be punished,” slowly rubbing his cock again.

Moving closer to her, his hands slipping behind her back, his mouth next to her ear as he unhooked her bra, his hands rubbing over her back, letting her feel how naked she will be in a minute.

“I just love your breasts, Sally. They were meant to be shared with the Lord,” moving away, pulling the bra straps off her shoulders and letting them slide down her arms. “Let it fall to the floor,” he ordered her.

Sally let her bra fall, not even attempting to hide her naked breasts, knowing that Father John would simply force her to expose them. She moved back down to his sword, rubbing it back and forth, hoping to get it over soon. She felt his fingertips move to her nipples, feeling them instantly harden, his fingernails rubbing over the swelling tips, stimulating them to hard little points.

Father John was pleased with the way her tits looked, the youthful globes with no sag, her nipples almost pointed, the dark areolas encircling the pink nipples, almost like a target. A target that his fingers found instantly, pinching the flesh between his powerful fingers, watching her face grimace in pain as he had his way with her flesh.

“The Lord has given you a beautiful pair of breasts, Sally, and such wonderful nipples, so hard and pointed,” twisting them as he talked to her.

He enjoyed the sight of her half-naked body, his hands boldly running over her breasts while she stood before him, her hands slowly masturbating his hard cock.

“God has given you so many talents, Sally. Your hands do such a wonderful job on my sword. Now, move over to the cross, Sally. I have such a treat for you today,” pushing her until she was facing the cross.

Feeling Father John behind her, his hands on her naked waist, his penis thrust up against her. She cringed when she heard his voice and saw what he had in his hands.

“Put your wrists together, Sally. The Lord wants you bound to his cross, just as Jesus was. He wants you to give your body to him as an offering.”

Father John began wrapping the leather strips around Sally’s wrists as she held them together for him. He tightened them, seeing the black leather digging into her white skin. He took her bound hands and attached them to the rope hanging from the pulley at the top of the cross. He began to raise her arms, the rope slowly pulling her wrists higher and higher until they were well above her head.

Her naked breasts straining upwards as Father John continued to stretch her arms above her head, almost fully extended before he stopped. His hands returned to her body again, rubbing up her naked sides, Sally fidgeting, his fingers tickling her as they moved towards her breasts, again. His hands molding her breasts, hot hands hefting them up, fingers playing with her nipples until they became hard again, pinching and pulling them up higher, stretching them from her body.

Father John’s hands molding her hips before reaching back and unhooking her skirt, the zipper sliding effortlessly down, his hands letting the material fall. He admired her ass cheeks, the white panties molding them tightly. His hands running over the taut flesh, feeling her clench as he did.

“The Lord loves your body, Sally. He has given you so much to offer Him.”

His hands grabbing the panties at the top and slowly peeling them down over her flaring hips, down her legs.

“Step out of them, Sally,” he watched as she moved one foot up at a time, pushing the panties to the side.

Naked, her arms bound high over her head, so vulnerable and that is how he liked her, naked and open.

Sally pulled on her wrists, Father John pushing his penis against her naked butt, his hard sword rubbing up and down her cheeks.

“No, not any higher,” she cried out, stretching out on her toes as Father John pulled her wrists up further, Sally’s lithe body yanked firm, her toes already aching from balancing on them.

“I like your body, Sally, so taut and ready, your muscles tightened. We must prepare you to receive the Lord’s offerings.”

Father John moved to the side of Sally, admiring the silhouette of her naked body, her nipples still hard and pointed, her legs stretched tightly. He had another leather strip in his hand, bending down to grab her left ankle, wrapping the leather strip tightly around it, one end left trailing on the ground.

Sally felt her foot pulled from the ground, Father John’s hand encircling her bound ankle and moving it up towards the cross. She now understood his plan for her. He wanted her legs bound to the crosspiece, his hands moving her leg higher and higher, her crotch opening up as she precariously balanced on one leg. She knew once she was bound, she would be spread wide open, her sex completely exposed. She knew that is what he wanted.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned in pain as her leg was bent, lifting it high over the cross piece before letting it fall again, this time the wooden cross keeping it from returning to the ground.

Father John made quick work of securing her ankle to the wooden cross, but not before pulling her leg outward to the farthest reach, pulled wide, her crotch already splitting. She felt the rough wood on her tender skin, small slivers of wood jabbing into her flesh reminding her of how she was bound.

Father John let his hand rub along her open thigh, enjoying his handiwork, her leg spread wide, her sex splitting open for him. Rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, moving to her sex, touching it for the first time, today. He felt her shiver as he did.

“So open, Sally. So open for the Lord.”

He moved to the other side, quickly securing her other ankle with another leather strip, pulling her ankle up, seeing her other leg open wider, her crotch now split wide.

“Hold tight, Sally,” feeling her body tense as he pulled up, her entire weight now supported by her wrists, “Once I have you secured, the pressure will be off your hands.”

Sally thought she was being split up the middle, her sex stretched unbelievably open as Father John pulled her other leg up and out, moving it wide to the far reaches of the crosspiece before securing it tightly. Her butt slumping down; gravity doing its job. She could feel how open she was, embarrassed at how she must look, feeling Father John standing behind her, staring at her open sex. Her pussy lips pulled apart widely, her butt crack stretched open wide. Even when she tightened her cheeks it did little to protect her tiny anus from his gaze. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, moving up behind her, feeling that she was at the perfect height for his sword. That is what she feared. While not technically a virgin, she still had not had a penis inside her vagina, a fact she was now sure that Father John was going to rectify, his cock adequately aroused by Sally’s hand.

Father John slipped his fingers between her spread pussy lips and began to slide up and down her slit, feeling the moisture begin to form.

“Be a good girl, Sally and get wet for the Lord.”

One finger pressing a pussy lip to the side, the other finger running up and down the inner silky flesh, touching every spot on her lips, forcing the juices to flow. Now the other lip, pulled outward, fingers rubbing the wetness up and down, lubricating her for when his cock would thrust inside her. Father John pulled both pussy lips apart, her tiny vagina nestled tightly inside, the elastic opening so small. He moved his fingers up higher, seeking out and finding her clit, not surprised to find it already erect. While she might verbally protest his rude fondling of her body, she could not stop her body from hotly responding to the bondage and forced masturbation.

Her thighs aching, the spread of her legs pulling her muscles tight. She had never felt so humiliated; spread open and bound naked, Father John behind her, his fingers taking too many liberties with her body. She jumped, startled when she felt a hot, rubbery piece of flesh pushed up against her pussy, knowing that Father John had taken his penis out and was rubbing it up and down her slit. The giant head pushed aside her lips, sliding effortlessly up and down her damp slit, so embarrassed, certain that Father John believed that she was willingly participating in her own debasement. She felt his hand guiding it, moving it around her vagina, the flesh huge. It would never fit!

“Yes, it is big,” Father John feeling her reluctance as he pressed his cock against her tiny pussy. “But you can take it, Sally, take it for the Lord. It will hurt for a while, but a little pain for the Lord is not much to ask for.”

He let his hips slide forward, feeling her vaginal opening slowly spread wider to accept the huge intrusion, his hands holding her hips tightly, unable to contain his enthusiasm, eager to feel her silky insides massage his hot cock. Such wonderful girls the Church brought him, such sacrifices the girls gave to the Church, their nubile bodies at his disposal to do with as he pleased. He could not wait any longer, shoving hard with his hips, her pussy forced to spread wide and accept the red, bulbous head of his cock, tightly gripping beneath the head, trapping it, causing her pain, her scream making it so much more pleasurable. He enjoyed it when the girls screamed for the first time as they were entered, a scream that could not be duplicated; the girls always would remember how Father John’s cock felt for their first time, something their boyfriends or husbands would never know.

“Ahh!” Sally screamed, her pussy feeling like it was tearing, the tight bondage leaving no room for escape, forced to accept the big, hard piece of flesh inside her.

She could not control her muscles, her pussy clamping tightly onto his penis in response to the pain, prompting even more pain as she clenched tight, the flesh pulsating inside her as it enjoyed her tightness.

Father John thought that Sally was going to squeeze the head of his cock off, her body clamped tight on the head, squeezing the blood from it. He made it jerk, feeling her body respond by clenching and unclenching, delighting in the way he could force her body to respond to his cock.

“Such a smooth silky pussy you have, Sally. The Lord gave you such a lovely passage to share with His servants. Can you feel my sword inside you, delighting in the way you are responding? Your parents would be so proud of you as you serve the Lord.”

He pushed harder, feeling his cock slide further inside her, her wetness aiding its entry, feeling her pussy walls clenching tightly on his big cock, stretching open to receive his instrument of lust.

“Oh, it’s too big!” Sally cried as she tried to push away from the hard cock entering her, Father John easily following her movements, Sally unable to escape the inevitable. “God, it hurts,” she sobbed, feeling the ridge running over the head, his cock slowly pushing inside her, the large vein running up the length of it pulsating with his blood, throbbing against her virgin walls.

“Yes, Sally, God loves the feel of your body, take some more of my sword inside you,” pulling his cock until only the head was grasped by her pussy then pushing in again, this time harder and deeper, his cock plowing her virgin flesh aside.

Father John grunting from the exertion of having to force such a large instrument into such a small hole. Luckily, she was getting wet as his cock began to push in and out, each time touching virgin territory, each time awakening new desires in her body as she finally felt the feel of living, pulsating cock meat inside her.

“Ugh,” she grunted in pain, taking his forceful fucks inside her, the cross keeping her bound and spread for his taking.

Her pussy clenched tightly on the hard sword as he pulled it out almost as if she didn’t want it to leave, trying to relax her muscles as it slid back in again, each time his thrusts getting harder and deeper. She thought it was going to come out her mouth each time he plunged in, expecting him to hit bottom, surprised when the next thrust when even deeper.

“Isn’t it all the way in?” she cried out, hoping that she had taken it all.

“It’s only half in, Sally, you have so much more to go,” pushing with his cock hard, burying three quarters of his cock in one painful stroke that knocked the air from her lungs.

The sudden thrust plowing aside all the resistance her pussy could muster, his hard, unrelenting cock penetrating deeper. How could a piece of flesh be so hard? It felt like an iron bar shoving into her vagina, unyielding as it forced her passage to painfully accept its power. In and out, it continued to penetrate, his cock feeling as if it was endless.

“Please, no more,” her pussy now a maze of conflicting emotions.

His cock painfully tore in and out, but her vagina was gripping the cock as it plunged back in, the tight band rubbing up and down the hard meat, massaging it. It felt strange, almost good. She kept trying to think of the pleasure, wanting her pussy to continue getting wet, his cock sliding easier on the slick walls. When she tensed up, her pussy would painfully clamp on the cock inside her, Father John painfully dragging it out.

“Yes!” Father John sang out as he finally bottomed out into the depths of her pussy, his cock head banging hard into her cervix.

It felt like a giant glove wrapped around his cock, fingers playing lightly over it as it plunged back and forth, her pussy beginning to spasm from the hard cock. He tried to concentrate on something else, not wanting to cum yet, wanting her to get sexually aroused from his fucking, wanting to make her cum first.

His stomach slapped nosily into her ass as she was fully impaled on his sword, his hands moving her hips in a circular motion, forcing her pussy to thoroughly massage his cock.

“I’m so full,” Sally pushing out, trying to relieve the fullness inside her.

She could feel every twitch and jerk of his cock, as he stayed buried inside her.

“It’s time to please the Lord, Sally. I want you to squeeze my sword when I pull it out and relax as I plunge back in. You are going to go from full to empty and then back to full again as I begin to rock my sword back and forth in your body. Please the Lord, Sally,” he ordered her, feeling her begin to tighten up on his cock as he slowly pulled it from her pussy.

It pulled out so slowly, creating a giant vacuum-like suction dragging out her insides. The seconds ticked by so slowly, her pussy twitching on the hot flesh as it pulled out. She felt the rim of the head pass through her vagina, his cock pausing, Sally holding her breath for what she knew to be the inevitable. She did not have to wait long, Father John growing impatient, her pussy bringing such delightful feelings in his balls.

“Ugh,” she grunted in pain as his cock plunged in, sheathing itself in her tight pussy in one powerful thrust, burying itself up against her cervix again.

Father John continued to stroke faster and harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh ringing off the walls of the room, punctuated by short gasps of pain and surprise from Sally as she was forced to take a particularly hard or painful angle with his cock. His cock pleasured by her silky insides, sliding up and down in her pussy, the tightness threatening to drag the sperm from his balls. It was time to cum inside her, let her feel for the first time the hot sperm bath her pussy. He wanted her to feel the pleasure, his fingers circling around in front of her, running through her bush before finding his intended target, her swollen clit. His fingers pushing along the edges, squeezing her clit hood out of the way, his calloused finger finding the hyper-sensitive tip and rubbing, her gasp of pleasure ringing out.

She pushed back onto Father John’s sword buried deep inside her, twitching in pleasure as his fingers found her clit.

“God, please,” she begged, her hips trying to move, her tightly bound and spread legs preventing her, forced to stay still when she really wanted to rock back and forth on the hard flesh inside her.

His cock stroked faster and faster, his finger becoming more urgent in the assault on her clit, slapping the hard rubbery tip with his fingernail, a masochistic pleasure erupting in her body from the pleasure mixing with the pain of his sharp fingernail. Clenching her pussy on the cock inside her, gripping it as tight as she could, her mouth clenching as she tried to drag as much pleasure from his cock as she could. Hating herself for feeling this way, from gaining pleasure from the sword of Father John, feeling fulfillment from being bound naked and spread, unable to stop him from having his way, unprepared to even try if she could. She just needed to cum and cum now.

“It’s time, Sally. Time to cum for me. I want you to feel me filling your once virgin pussy with my hot, demon seed. You are so naughty to do this to me, Sally, a shameful girl. I am going to have to punish you when I am finished cumming in you. Now cum for the Lord, cum for me, drain the semen from my balls,” he ordered her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy, the only sound in the room of their lust.

He was right. It was shameful for her to do this to a priest. What would her parents say if they knew? She would have to pay for her sins, she would accept whatever punishment Father John deemed appropriate. She had to cleanse her soul; he would help her with this. But first she couldn’t wait any longer, his finger masturbating her clit, her pussy stroked hard and fast. It was time, time to cum. She heard him gasp in pleasure, his cock seemed to grow inside her, feeling the vein twitching, the head swollen in pleasure. She was about to feel her vagina filled with hot semen.

Father John tried to push his cock as deep inside her teenage body as he could, his cock banging painfully against her cervix, buried deep inside, twitching in pleasure. His balls were painful, swollen with his cum.

“Yes, now, Sally, cum with me,” the cum shooting up from his balls and filling her pussy with his hot cum, mixing with her juices, “Feel the hot demon seed in you, Sally. You are such a whore, Sally, your pussy forcing such pleasure from my body.”

He slapped her ass hard, feeling her pussy tightening on his cock as he spilled his jism inside her.

A whore, but he had made her this way, forcing her to strip naked, tying her spread and open, taking her virginity from her once innocent body. She knew that this would not be the last time he would take her, each time he had further degraded her, committing unspeakable acts on her body against her will in the name of God. These thoughts of what he would do sent her into a powerful orgasm, her body shaking, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she felt his powerful cock hose her insides down with his hot cum, bathing her walls with the demon seed. Her body was drenched in sweat, glistening as her nipples poked out, feeling his juices run down her thighs as he began to fuck in and out again, aided by her pussy soaked in his cum. His fingers tightened on her clit, pulling and twisting the hard button, multiple orgasms overwhelming her teenage body, unable to comprehend what he was doing to her.

She was the best he ever had, her inexperienced pussy bringing such pleasure to his cock. He always loved the untrained girls, their bodies responding to the acts he committed on them, not trying to please him, but reacting only to the animal impulses he had unleashed in their bodies. He only hoped that her sister, Charlotte, would be as good, the Bishop certain to have already begun leading her down the path to her eventual degradation and humiliation. His cock began to soften as he finished cumming inside Sally, slumping down over her body, her soaked pussy already beginning to push his soft cock out.

“God loved what you did with your body, Sally. He liked the way you dragged the demon seed from my mortal flesh.”

She began to cry, embarrassed as to how her body had reacted, cumming with Father John. She deserved to be punished. Father John’s hands still stroking her body as his cock fell out of her pussy with a loud pop followed by a rush of fluids running down the insides of her thighs.

Father John began to untie Sally, eager to punish her, his cock already stirring again at the thought of abusing her body. First her legs, untying them, helping her to put them back onto the ground again, Sally sighing, relieved that her legs were no longer painfully split apart. She felt her arms lowered, Father John releasing her wrists, Sally rubbing the feeling back into them.

“Over here,” he ordered her, pushing her over to a clear spot on the floor. “Lie down on your back,” watching as she bent down onto her knees, her ass displayed for him as she turned over and let her back hit the cold tiles of the floor, her nipples hardened from the cold.

At least she was not bound, the floor hard and cold as she lay down, Father John towering over her, his semi-erect sword still out, glistening from the mixture of their cum.

“Feet flat on the floor, knees bent. I want you to push your ass up off the floor and spread your legs wide open. Let your knees bow open.”

Sally was frightened as she began to follow his instructions. With her legs spread and her butt off the floor, raised up high, her sex was the highest point of her body. Father John said he was going to punish her, would he actually punish her sex!

“Wwwhhat are you going to do?”

“I’m going to spank you, Sally. The Lord wants me to spank you between your legs, punish the pussy that tempted my sword. I want you to help me by giving me complete access.”

He moved onto the floor beside her, pushing out on her knees.

”Wider, Sally, I want your pussy lips spread back, I want your inner pussy to receive the spanking.”

Sally couldn’t do anything except let him push her into the position he wanted. His hands slipped under her ass, pushing upwards, forcing her to arch up, her pussy high in the air, her legs bent and spread, the area between fully open for him. He gripped her sex with his hand, fingers pushing between her pussy lips. Rubbing up and down, his fingers forceful and powerful, not the soft masturbation that he had performed on her before, but the hard touch of someone that had control over her body, someone that enjoyed hearing her cry in pain.

“Please, not there, spank my ass,” she begged him, afraid of the pain he would inflict on her.

“You dare refuse the Lord, Sally? It was your pussy that tempted my sword; it will be your pussy that will receive the punishment. Now raise up higher,” his hands urging her butt up off the floor until it was over two feet up in the air. “Yes, the Lord likes you presenting yourself that way. Now I want you to keep that position, even when I spank you. Do you understand Sally? Are you going to obey the Lord and take your punishment?”

Sally trembled but raised her butt off the floor, seeing Father John’s sword already swollen again. Why does she do this to him? How come she can’t control herself?

Father John smiled as he looked down on her, her pussy spread wide, sticky with the mixture of cum already drying, her body trembling as she presented herself for his punishment.

“It will be ten, Sally. Ten slaps on your spread pussy. If you move, I will start all over. Now rise up,” his hand ready to inflict the first hit on her spread and open sex.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his hand, preferring to feel the pain first, the anticipation worse. She didn’t have to wait long, the sharp smack of his palm on her unprotected sex driving her body up higher as his hand swung in from below, slapping her low on her sex.

“Ow!” she cried out in pain, her legs trembling in pain, but she kept the position, the sting of his hand on her delicate sex throbbing.

He rubbed her pussy again, feeling her body tense, his fingers gripping her pussy tightly, a cruel grip to show her the power the Lord had over her body.

“Yes, the Lord is pleased with the way you are taking your punishment,” his hand leaving her sex, getting ready to hit her again.

She held her breath in anticipation, the sound of his hand breaking the air as it swung in an arch, upward to hit her low on her sex again with a resounding thud, her body arched up higher from the force of the blow.

“Tttooo hard!” she yelled in pain, his hand hitting her harder, making her feel his power.

“That’s two, Sally. Now brace yourself, I’m going to spank downward between your legs, I want your ass off the floor at all times. If it touches, we will start all over again.”

He watched as the muscles in her legs tightened up, waiting for the force of the blow to drive her downward, ready to stop it from happening, not wanting to begin again. A quick goose of her pussy, his large hand able to encircle her whole pussy, fingers finding their way between her lips, pulling her upward.

She felt him abuse her pussy before the hand left her again, her ass arched up high, braced for the next onslaught. God it hurt, each time his hand hit harder, eagerly drawing out a louder scream, Sally not disappointing him, her voice ringing out.

“AAAwww!” the powerful hand eliciting a painful response from her body.

“Three,” his voice tapering off, his hand returning to fondle her sex, feeling her skin begin to heat up.

The slaps were becoming harder and quicker, four and five almost in succession, Sally only able to gasp in pain before she was struck again. Six and seven moved up higher, preparing her for eight and nine, both hits targeting her exposed clit, Father John successful in drawing the loudest scream from her lips as her delicate clit was smashed by his palm.

“EEEH!” she yelled in pain, the tenth hit by his palm the most painful, almost slamming her body into the floor,

Father John putting all of his power behind the last and final spank. She saw his sword, swollen and hard again, her screams bringing in back into a state of erectness.

Father John couldn’t contain himself, her spread body, her screams of pain had made his cock hard. He flung his body between her legs, his hard cock finding and shoving inside her pussy again before Sally could even protest, her scream of pain as his cock tore into her making it jerk in pleasure.

Sally could only lay there, her legs splayed out to the sides her knees bent submissively, giving him access to her sex again, his cock plunging in and out of her, her head turned away as Father John rutted away into her once virgin pussy again. He didn’t last long before she felt the now familiar hot sperm bathing her insides, clenching her pussy onto the cumming sword, hoping to quickly end her suffering. She felt him get off her body, stand up, pushing his cock back into his pants.

“Get dressed, Sally, stop acting like such a slut or it will be another punishment for you.”

Sally quickly got dressed and left, crying once she left the church, unable to contain the mixed emotions in her body, her sex burning from his cock, but she still remembered cumming while Father John was inside her, embarrassed that she couldn’t control her own body.

“I think we should take both of them on the retreat, Bishop. What do you think?” Father John smiled as the Bishop told him of the way Charlotte had allowed her body to be used.

“Yes, definitely, I will talk to their mother tomorrow. We’ll leave on Friday night, that way we have the entire weekend to enjoy their nubile bodies. Sally will be a bit of problem, but it will be enjoyable to punish her. Charlotte will do anything to be like her sister, so I think we should show her sister performing, giving her instruction on how to please the Lord.”

Mary answered the telephone.

“Yes, Bishop, I appreciate what the church is doing for my daughter, Sally. I think it would be a good idea to have Charlotte join the retreat. Yes, Bishop, I’m glad you are taking such a personal interest in Charlotte, just as Father John does in Sally. No problem for the whole weekend, we will not expect them until Sunday night. Yes, I’m glad that they will be taught how to serve the Lord. Of course, young ladies need the guidance that the Church can give them in doing that. I only wish I had had the same opportunities that they are receiving.”

“She did need to be punished, Bishop? What did Father John do to her? He spanked her? I think that will teach her a lesson in not obeying the elders of the Church. Yes, you have our permission to do the same to Charlotte, if you think it is needed. Young people nowadays are raised too leniently. A little punishment goes a long way in making them more willing to obey their elders. Thank you again, Bishop. I will have the girls ready for you Friday at seven.”

THE END OF CHAPTER NINE AND TEN