Title: The Priest Teaches His Flock
Chapter 11- The Retreat
The Summary: Father John is transferred to his third parish. Each time he was caught molesting his parishioners. Bishop Samuel and Father John take the sisters Sally and Charlotte for a weekend retreat of serving the Lord and his servants, their bodies used in many ways in the Lord’s work.
Keywords: M/F, reluc, nc, anal, oral, humil
Copyright 2004 by Powerone. Author may be contacted at email@example.com
Chapter 11- The Retreat
please don’t make us go, especially not
“I’ve told you about this before, Sally. It’s your adolescent sexual fantasies. They are both the servants of God, and one of them is the Bishop. You should go to confession just to get penance for even thinking of such a thing. Now get your sister, I heard a car pull up,”
John came into the house to pick up Sally and Charlotte. The Bishop waited in the car, he had his reasons
to not be seen by Mary yet, reasons that would be revealed soon; the Bishop
would deal with Mary when they returned from the retreat. “Good evening, Mary. Are the girls ready?” It was a dream come true, the girls’ mother
delivering two such delightful creatures into their hands for the weekend, with
her permission to punish them, which he was sure they would have to do. Sally would defy him and would then require a
painful punishment to make her consent to what he wanted to do to her lovely body—in
the name of the Lord. In fact, he was looking
forward to it. The Bishop had said
Sally and Charlotte walked into the room, Charlotte with a big smile on her face that partially disappeared when she didn’t see the Bishop. There was a look of resignation on Sally’s face, knowing that her own mother was delivering her to a weekend of sexual decadence and perversions. Her only hope was the she could tell the Bishop and he would stop Father John.
is the Bishop?”
“Have no fear, child; he is waiting in the car.” He moved closer to Sally, gave her a knowing look, then detouring to grab the bags from Mary. “Are you ready for a weekend of serving the Lord and his instruments, Sally; are you ready to be a servant to the Lord?”
head hung down, “yes, Father John,” resigning herself to the fact that she couldn’t
stop him, her only salvation would be the Bishop or at least to stop Father
John from molesting
“We will be back Monday morning, I don’t want to travel on the Sabbath,” An extra night of debauchery with your daughters. Father John’s cock was already bulging his trousers. Luckily, he had worn a coat.
“That’s fine, Father John. I know they are in good hands with you and the Bishop. Teach them how to do the Lord’s work. And don’t forget, girls, if you misbehave, Father John has my permission to punish you. And, he will punish you just as I was punished when I was a little girl, a severe spanking, even with a belt if necessary. Now off you go and have a joyous time doing the Lord’s work.
They walked out to the car, a 1947 two-door Ford, no one speaking. The engine was running, winter almost upon the valley, the engine heater trying to keep the crisp air out of the car. “Both of you in the back seat,” he instructed, throwing the bags in the trunk, the Bishop allowing the girls to climb into the back of the car.
was glad, at least nothing could happen until they got where they were going,
which was also a problem as she had no idea where they were being taken. She noticed that
When the Bishop had gotten out of the car to allow the girls into the back seat, he was pleased as they climbed in, their asses pushing out so temptingly. They both wore knee-length skirts, very plain, their rounded buttocks pushing out the fabric as they bent over to climb in the back seat. The Bishop climbed back into the front seat and they went speeding off into the black night. “The retreat is only about 20 minutes outside of town, we will be there quickly. I know it is a little cramped back there, but you will have a lot of room to spread out once we arrive.” And spread you will be.
It was quiet the whole trip, the girls afraid of starting a conversation—after all, these were priests, and what do you talk about to a priest? Father John and the Bishop were not interested in talking, at all; too excited about getting the girls to the retreat and into their lecherous hands.
pulled in front of a large wooden cabin, lights burning inside, Father John
having previously set up the retreat for the weekend, not wanting to waste any
time. “Well girls, we have a weekend of
celebrating with the Lord.
knew that she was in trouble and that the Bishop was not going to help
her. In fact, she feared that the Bishop
would take advantage of her body as Father John does, afraid that both of them
would force her to do things that she didn’t want to do. And poor
Sally saw the evil looking bench, knowing that it was for the express purpose of keeping her bound so they could punish her, afraid of how her limbs would be arranged on it, afraid of how exposed she would be to them.
“Bishop Samuel and I are going to change into our robes. Put your suitcases in the room over there, it is your bedroom for the weekend. Then, I want you back immediately. We are going to have a prayer session before bed.”
Charlotte and Sally opened the door to the bedroom; the first thing they saw was the mammoth bed that seemed to fill the room to overflowing. It wasn’t a double bed, much more massive, able to accommodate at least four people, Sally cringing at its purpose. She knew they would not be left alone at night, Bishop Samuel or Father John, or both would be visiting them.
Sally didn’t have the heart
to tell her why she had been brought here, not even sure
“I would take whatever punishment the Lord wished,” hoping that Bishop Samuel would punish her. They set their bags down, quickly putting their sparse belongings away. “We better get out there.”
Father John and Bishop Samuel were waiting for them, dressed in heavy black robes that hung to the floor, the girls not yet realizing that they were naked beneath them. They both wore heavy gold crosses around their necks, similar to the one that had taken Sally’s virginity not long ago, thick vines embedded on the shaft of the cross, a rough surface that would rub harshly any orifice that it entered.
“Kneel for a prayer session, girls,” motioning them over. “Tomorrow I will have some clothes for you to wear during the rest of this weekend. You will wear what novices wear. Now kneel for the Lord.”
The girls knelt, their knees sinking into the plush pillows, their hands clasped in prayer, Father John and Bishop Samuel moving in front of them. They closed their eyes as Father John began praying loudly, asking for the Lord’s forgiveness for their sins and the sins of the young girls in front of them. Asking for the Lord to allow the girls to atone for their sins, for a sign of how they can serve the Lord. It continued for over a half an hour, their eyes tightly clenched as Bishop Samuel took over the prayers, his voice rising higher, praying to the Lord for the sins of the young girls.
“Amen,” Father John said.
“Amen,” Bishop Samuel concurring. “The Lord has spoken to us. He has told us how he wants
“And you, Sally. Will you assist your sister in achieving her goals, teaching her as others taught you? Showing her how her body and soul can be used for the Lord and His vessels without regard to her personal interests.” Father John looked at her, a stern warning against any disobedience.
If that is what
think we should celebrate
“You are a very beautiful girl, Charlotte, you have tempted the Bishop with your body, just as your sister has with me,” Father John spoke, moving closer. “You are going to have to drive the demon seed from his body, the seed that you planted in his loins. And, you will be required to use your mouth to do it. You will swallow his seed, an act of contrition for your scandalous body and the things you do to us.”
Her hands reached out and lightly touched the Bishop’s cock, her fingers jerking back when she felt how hot it was. “I will do what is required of me, Father John,” too engrossed with touching the hard cock in front of her to really pay much attention to the priest. She reached again, this time her hand wrapping around it, gripping it tighter now when she felt it jerk.
moved closer to her, “rub it up and down;” at least she wouldn’t have to do
“Tell her what to do next, Sally,” Bishop Samuel ordered He wanted to feel her hot mouth wrapped around his cock, afraid he might cum before she could use her tongue, her small hands doing such wonderful things to his cock.
“Move closer to his cock and blow on it, hold it tight, your breath will make it jerk even more.” Sally remembered too vividly the times she had to take Father John’s cock deep in her mouth.
was only inches from
your mouth real wide,
Samuel waited, seeing her mouth form into a big “O,” her eyes wide open, big
blue innocent eyes, staring at his cock.
He could wait no longer, pushing his hips forward, impaling her mouth
with his cock. He shoved harder than he
expected to, his cockhead hitting the back, a loud gag coming from deep in her
throat, her mouth closing over his shaft, her soft, wet lips almost making him
cum. “Thank you, Lord,” was the only
thing he could say when he felt her tongue running over the head of his cock,
feeling his semen leak out, struggling to keep from cumming. He pulled his cock out until only the head
was trapped inside, her tongue bathing it with her hot saliva as
Why was Sally doing this? She was frightened, as the hard cock pushing out her cheeks, pulling back out, then thrusting back in, further this time, moving to the back of her mouth. It was big, too big to fit in her tiny mouth. She tried raising her hands up to stop them, the sudden panic of having the large thick cock shoved down her throat, choking her to death.
your hands down,
“Sally is exceptional,” Father John chimed in. “She has such a talent in draining the demon seed from my body with her mouth. Many times she has sucked and swallowed the demon seed from my loins.”
Sally pushed on
Father John was right,
She gagged and choked, the Bishop pumping his hips back and forth, the hard cock pushing painfully down her throat. She could feel it jerking in the hot confines of her throat, his stomach smashing against her lips. It did feel like a giant sword in her mouth and throat. She couldn’t move her tongue now, his shaft pressing it to the bottom of her mouth, his cock no longer needing the stimulation, the spasming of her throat doing a much better job. She was breathing heavily—barely able to suck in enough air through her nose—hoping that he would pull the huge cock from her throat soon.
Bishop Samuel finally pulled his cock from her throat, slowly dragging it back out, feeling her throat muscles clinging to it as the head popped out of her throat. Her tongue moving back to bathe the head of his cock as she sucked it, creating a delicious vacuum that threatened to make him cum in her hot mouth.
Sally caught the sight of Father John’s cock jutting out the front of his robe, fearing that he would make her take it in her mouth again, licking her lips, getting them wet for him, wanting to get it over quickly.
“Take my cock and feed it
into your sister’s mouth, Sally. Let
Sally was shocked by the
order, it was bad enough with one cock in your mouth, how would her sister be
able to take two? She hesitated, then, knowing
that she would be punished if she didn’t obey, gripping his cock, moving closer
Charlotte opened her mouth as wide as she could, feeling the corners of her mouth stretching, almost tearing, two hot pieces of pulsating flesh pushing along her lips, each seeking entrance, each big enough by itself to fill her mouth, unsure if she would be able to handle two at once. But, they were not giving her that option, her own sister aiding them, her own sister’s hand pushing Father John’s cock in her mouth, as Bishop Samuel poised his cock on her lips, waiting for Father John to join him.
Bishop Samuel held her head,
pushing, Father John joining him, seeing
Charlotte felt stuffed, a strange feeling as her tongue ran over the two cocks, their cum mixing to fill her mouth again with the salty flavor of their demon seeds, the thick fluid leaking from the heads of their cocks. They finally stopped, each no longer willing to push any deeper without causing her extreme pain and tearing, more willing to use her as they did now, ready to fill her mouth with their cum. She didn’t fully realized how much semen they would dump in her mouth, now she was faced with the dilemma of two cumming at the same time.
“Stroke my cock, Sally, make
it cum inside your sister’s mouth,” Father John eager to make Sally participate
Bishop Samuel continued stroking
his cock, “now,
Bishop Samuel lifted up her head, “you did a good job of serving the Lord, Charlotte. We have many other tasks for you to perform to see if you are worthy of the job ahead of you; tasks that Sally will show you how to do. Now it is time for Sally to be punished. You can see what you will suffer if you fail to do as you are asked.”
Father John moved over to Sally, pulling her up from the prayer bench. “Take off your clothes, Sally. Bishop Samuel hasn’t seen your shameful body that tempts me so. Quickly, don’t keep the Lord waiting. It is time for your punishment.”
“Please, Father John, I won’t
do it again,” she was begging, but her hands were already moving to her blouse,
quickly stripping it off, not wanting to see the looks on their faces as her
body was revealed. She looked over at
“Don’t cover your sinful breasts, Sally,” Bishop Samuel ordered, watching as her hands slid to her sides, her breasts heaving, her breathing labored. “Look, her nipples are already hard. She has lust in her heart. I think her lust should be punished. Take off the rest of your clothes, Sally, then it will be time to ride the bench over in the corner. Your breasts will bear the brunt of the punishment.”
Sally feared what they were going to do to her. She was hoping they would just spank her as Father John had done on numerous occasions. He did it often until his member was hard, then Sally would have to satisfy his lust with whatever means he required of her, her mouth or her pussy, she would have to take his sword until he unloaded his demon seed inside her. Now, the Bishop was talking of punishing her breasts, a thought sounding too painful to endure. They really couldn’t think of doing that to her, her breasts too sensitive, especially her nipples. She quickly slipped out of the rest of her clothes, hoping her willingness would inspire them to a lesser punishment.
Father John helped her up onto the bench, lifting her up high; Bishop Samuel on the other side grabbing her other leg and forcing her to straddle the sharp leather ridge. She felt split up the middle, sliding back and forth, hoping to relieve some of the pain on her labia as the ridge pushed her pussy lips apart, her tender, pink insides rubbing on the dry leather ridge. Her wrists were grabbed, a tight rope wrapped around, binding them together, then thrown over a heavy beam above her, Father John was pulling the rope back down, her wrists being forced up into the air until they were stretching up high, Sally fearful as it left her youthful breasts so vulnerable.
“Tie her ankles down,” Father John grabbed one ankle, another rope being pulled through the ring in the floor, Sally’s legs pulling downward, forcing her pussy to sit harder on the ridge, Bishop Samuel making short work of her other leg. Her naked body perching high on the bench, her pussy split by the sharp, leather ridge, her legs spreading wide to the sides, her arms high above her head. Her naked body now available for whatever punishment they decided to inflict on her. Father John picked up a short, flexible rod made of fiberglass, similar to a fishing rod. Pulling the tip back and bending back, then releasing it, he let the top of the rod shoot out quickly, slapping hard on the leather bench near Sally. “I think something in her mouth would be appropriate,” picking up her panties and forcing her mouth open, stuffing them deep with one finger, her cheeks bulging out. Rubbing his hands over her breasts, first cupping, then encircling the resilient flesh, he squeezed, fingertips rubbing the nipples, forcing them to stick out, Father John making them better targets for the rod.
Father John began lightly tapping on the tender underside of Sally’s breasts, moving back and forth from one to the other. Flick, flick. Sally’s eyes widened as the light tapping that barely hurt at first began to take its toll, the rod licking the same spots over and over in a monotonous rhythm, the skin turning a light pink. He gripped one of her nipples, pulling up on it, exposing more tender flesh underneath, the rod slapping back and forth over it. Her nipple stretching as the rod continued its assault, moving on to the other breast, that nipple gripped tighter, stretching higher up, the rod dancing over the revealed naked flesh.
It began to hurt more, Father John hitting harder and hitting the same spot over and over. His fingers pinched her nipples hard, making them bigger targets which he then released and quickly took advantage of. She felt a fiery pain in each tip, the rod striking her squarely on the tender pink nipples, burning. Her upper body was shaking and turning, trying to avoid the rod, but Father John followed her, delighting in the way her tits were bouncing around, the rod striking them over and over again, unerringly finding the nipples and inflicting the painful punishment.
Sally couldn’t believe the fiery pain that shot through her nipples when Father John struck the hard tips with the rod. How could he do such a thing to me? The rod striking the sensitive tips with such force that she shuddered in the tight bondage they had placed her in, her hips moving back and forth with the pain, her breasts dancing as she tried to escape each successive blow of the rod. But Father John was good at following her body, each time seeking out one of her nipples and striking it firmly with the end of the rod, the sharp slap of the plastic driving another muffled scream from her panty-clogged mouth, tears running down her cheeks. She felt his fingers on her nipples, knowing that he was only making sure they were hard for the rod, rubbing the sensitive flesh, forcing it to grow. She felt his fingers leave, bracing herself for the rod again, tearing a muffled scream from her lips as he struck each one harder, the rod slapping harshly across the now reddened skin, the rod burying itself deep into her firm flesh.
Samuel’s fingers were tearing into
Father John started moving the rod down onto her stomach, slapping at her tender abdomen, making her jerk back and forth on the ridge, seeing her pussy wet the leather as she slid back and forth. He swung the rod lower, slapping it so it hit the top of her slit, seeing her eyes open wide as she silently screamed in her gag, as her clit was beat with the rod.
Unbelievable pain shot up her spine when he hit her clit, then slapping at her ass, driving her back and forth, her labia painfully scraping back and forth along the sharp ridge, like a knife opening up her pussy. He finally stopped, his hands moving up to cup her swollen breasts, the skin now red with marks, the nipples hard and sensitive, Sally flinching when his fingers touched them. She could feel his hands moving down to her slit, finding her clit and rubbing it. His other hand went around to her cheeks, his finger sliding up and down her sweat-covered crack until finding her anus.
“My sword has not visited you here, yet.” Pushing with his finger, Father John forcefully entered her rectum making her jerk forward, his other hand pinching her clit, driving her back down onto the fingertip that was now embedded in her hot rectum. “This weekend, you will learn how to pleasure the Lord’s servant with your backside. Now, I want you to cum for your sister and Bishop Samuel.” Squeezing her clit harder, he was forcing her to ride back onto his finger, trapping it in her hot, buttery insides. Her insides clenching his finger tightly as he screwed it in, making her feel the hard knuckles as he twisted it side to side.
At least the pain from the
rod had stopped, but it felt like the ridge was ruining her for life with
Father John forcing her back and forth along the sharp edge, her slit rubbing
harshly along the leather. And then
there was the strange fullness of his finger forcing itself up her backside,
his knuckles bashing against her opening, the rest of his finger moving around
her insides like a small snake. Sally glanced
over at Bishop Samuel and Charlotte, his hands abusing her sister’s naked
breasts as she bounced on his lap, knowing the pleasure that
Father John leaned forward, sucking on her nipples, his lips surrounding the hard flesh, suctioning it into his mouth, his tongue rubbing along the beaten flesh. He saw her eyes closing, her hips riding the ridge, her labia sliding up and down as he continued fingering her backside. He could see her juices coating the leather, knowing that she would cum soon. “Yes, Sally, cum for us,” he encouraged, his finger rubbing her clit more gently now, his tongue lapping at her beaten nipples, his finger burrowing deep in her colon.
Sally couldn’t help herself
any longer, her body demanding release, the first orgasm shuddering through her
body. The pain mixing with pleasure as
Father John’s mouth and fingers sent rippling pleasure through her body when
she came, flooding the leather ridge with her juices, ashamed as she felt how
wet she had become. His finger in her
butt shoved in deep, twisting and turning in her clenching anal tract, the
orgasm racing through her body. The
second orgasm hit when Father John bent his finger in her butt, stretching it
wider than it had ever been, his other finger playing with her clit. She looked up, humiliated when she saw Bishop
Samuel and Charlotte watching her intently, Father Samuel still playing harshly
“Good girl, Sally.” He untied her, her body slumping to the floor
as he helped her off, his arms holding her up when she struggled to regain her
footing. “Both of you get ready for
bed. We will be in to lead you in your
bedtime prayers.” Father John let his
fingers roam over Sally’s ass, whispering in her ear, “you will have to service
my sword before you sleep, Sally. You
Bishop Samuel pinched
"This bed is so
Sally was not so happy, she
knew the truth. "
"Are they going to have sex with us, tonight? Both of us?" The thought had entered her mind, especially after having sucked the Bishop’s cock. When she had thought of it, it sounded much cruder than when it was happening. She now understood what Sally had done with Father John. The way he played with her body after punishing her, that he was so familiar with it, knowing now that Sally had submitted to him before. Now, she knew why her sister hadn’t wanted her to come to the retreat. But, that was not what she wanted. She was going to be a nun, serve the Lord. If she had to also serve Bishop Samuel, she was willing to do it for God. This was her calling in life and Bishop Samuel had promised to help her.
"I'm not sure about you, but I'm sure they will have sex with me. I'm just afraid of both of them, afraid of what they will do to me." She slid her nightgown up her legs, Father John giving both of them the nightgowns, realizing that they were short and that she was not given any panties to wear, for a reason; Father John making no pretense of what he was expecting from her. "It will be even more embarrassing with you here, seeing your face as they have me, unable to stop them from doing whatever they with me. I wish Mom hadn’t made us do this, I wish she understood it better."
Sally jumped as the door handle turned, the door slowly opening. Just as she suspected, Father John was the first through the door, Bishop Samuel following. Both were wearing bathrobes, bulges in the front, their cocks already hard at the thought of entering her body.
"Good evening, girls. It's time for your evening prayers," Father
John said, a smile on his face. "
Bishop Samuel sat down
on the bed. "Over here,
"Yes Bishop," quickly settling in next to him. Looking down, her nightgown high up on her thighs, her hands trying pull it down, the garment too short to cover much.
Bishop Samuel slid his hand
Sally moved towards Father John, his hands beckoning her closer to the edge. She tried as hard as she could to keep her nightgown down but its shortness did little to hide her naked legs, afraid that Bishop Samuel could see under it, see her naked sex.
"Kneel on the bed, Sally," his hands gripping her hips as he turned her towards the headboard. He pushed her up tall, her naked breasts beneath the nightgown, the nipples pushing out the thin fabric. His hand slid down her back, slowly, over the gentle swell of her buttocks, feeling her squirming at his touch. "Behave, Sally!" She froze, his hands returning to the task of feeling her lovely body. "Much better. You must let the Lord celebrate your beautiful body, His masterpiece of perfection," as his hands continued to roam over her buttocks, sliding down to touch her naked thighs. "Good girl, Sally, now bow your head in prayer," his other hand pushing down on her back.
She felt his hands roaming all over her body, knowing that this would not be just a prayer session, he intended to use her body again, more humiliating this time because Bishop Samuel and Charlotte would be watching, fearing that Bishop Samuel might be joining in. She tried to avoid his hands until he scolded her, fearing further punishment like earlier tonight, not wanting to endure that again. She let his calloused hands continue molesting her, moving down onto her naked thighs, his touch harsh. She felt her body being pushed down, his other hand still on her naked thighs till she was almost on all fours, her short nightgown rising up in the back, his hands following her naked skin. She could only imagine how she looked, feeling as if she were wagging her naked butt in front of the Bishop.
"Yes, very lovely, Sally," Father John sliding his hand up her silky thighs, pushing her short nightgown up higher and higher, his hands caressing her naked butt, the nightgown now bunched above her waist. Her skin was so smooth and silky, her buttocks tight. He pressed down on her head, his other hand pushing underneath her, raising her ass up higher. “Arch up for the Lord, Sally. Or, would you rather be bound in position?” He watched her push her butt out and up, offering up her naked bottom to him.
She didn’t want to be bound, made helpless by Father John with ropes. But this was almost as bad, forced into positions that were provocative and highlighted her young, naked body, not only to Father John but also Charlotte and Bishop Samuel. She pushed her butt into the air, her back sloping sharply downward, his hands returning to her naked buttocks.
“Spread your legs for us, show us God’s treasures,” Father John urged her, his hands sliding down her satiny thighs, moving between them, his strong hands pushing out. He watched her knees skidding along the blanket, her pussy peeking out from behind, her cheeks parting, the tiny wrinkled hole snuggled tightly between them. He moved his hands up her back, sliding the nightgown up higher, pulling it over her head, leaving her naked and posed for him. He lay across on her back, his hands reaching underneath her to grasp her hanging breasts in his big hands. “Do they still hurt?” he whispered, tugging on her nipples, hearing soft groans from her lips.
She could feel his sword beneath his robe sliding along her naked butt, his fingers grabbing her swollen nipples, pinching them, the pain of the rod returning. Her hips began moving in response to the pain, trying to escape the harsh fingers.
“Yes child, like that,” her ass rubbing along his hard cock. His other hand sliding beneath her, cupping her sex in his large palm, pulling her up hard against his throbbing cock. “How you tease the Lord with your sex, Sally,” his hips moving back and forth to rub his pulsating cock on her teenage ass. He began humping her, his hips moving back and forth, her body exciting him. Kneeling up, he pulled off his robe, his red throbbing cock bobbing in front of him. “I can’t wait any longer, Sally. It is time to take my sword inside you.”
Bishop Samuel was getting
excited watching Father John with Sally.
“Such a good girl you are,
“Reach back and put my sword inside you,” he ordered Sally, wanting her to participate in her own ravishment. His cock shuddering as her hand touched him, the light contact almost making him cum. He pushed his hips forward, her hand guiding his cock between her legs, sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit, along her juices, the unmistakable sign of her arousal at submitting to him. “Yes, so good, now put it in inside you, the Lord can’t wait any longer.” He pushed with his hips as he felt her place the head of his cock on her vagina, the bulbous head overshadowing the small opening.
She felt so humiliated, bent over submissively, her butt arching up high in the air as if she willingly wanted his sword inside her. She reached between her legs, grabbing at his hot member, sliding it up and down her slit as it throbbed in her tiny hands. She placed it against the opening to her vagina, feeling the rubbery head pulsating, eager to bury itself in her buttery insides. She let go of it, grabbing the blankets in her fists, preparing for the painful entry. It was not long, Father John pushing with his hips, spearing her pussy on his sword, her vagina forced to swallow the head of his sword, trapping it tightly inside her opening. She screamed, the entry swift and painful, her body shuddering as she was skewered on his powerful sword.
Was that how it would be when Bishop Samuel takes my virginity?
Father John gripped Sally‘s hips tightly, his fingers turning her skin white as he forced his cock into her tight pussy. “Thank you, Lord,” he praised, her hot insides gripping his throbbing member so tightly. He pulled Sally back onto his cock at the same time pushing in with his hips, feeling her vagina fighting the intrusion of his large cock inside her tiny body. Her passage was still as tight as a virgin’s, having only been entered three times, all by Father John. Another groan from her lips, this time over half of his cock burying inside her. He pushed out on her thighs, forcing her to spread wider, his cock sinking in deeper as she opened up for him. Pulling out, grunting as he shoved back in again, her pussy fighting his cock as he tried to bury it deep inside her. One more time he pulled out, taking a deep breath and shoving back in, this time the powerful thrust burying his giant member deep inside, pushing hard against her cervix, his cock pulsating.
Father John continued his relentless fucking, pushing his cock in and out of her vagina, each time pushing deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, making her groan as he took her forcefully. Her face skewered in pain, her fists gripping the blanket as her once virgin pussy was forced to take his large cock inside her tight passage. Her walls were stretching painfully wide to take in the thick shaft, the head rubbing up and down her insides. She felt him fucking her faster, his cock moving in and out, forced back in with more powerful strokes, sliding up and down her slippery insides. She didn’t know why, but her pussy began to get wetter, aiding his cock’s thrusts inside her, making it hurt less and less. She felt Father John’s hands move around her, slipping down to her sex, his hand caressing his cock sliding in and out of her pussy as he continued his powerful assault on her teenage pussy; moving up to find her clit hood, peeling it back to reveal her hard and swollen clit. She shuddered, pushing her ass up, forcing his sword deeper inside her as he touched her love button, his finger surprisingly gentle in rubbing it. She began to move her hips back, meeting his forward onslaught, taking his powerful thrusts inside her, his finger making her body tingle.
“See how excited Sally is getting in serving the Lord’s servant,” Bishop Samuel commented, his finger still buried in Charlotte’s pussy, soaked with her juices, realizing she was excited by what was happening to her sister. Her hands were stroking his cock as if she had been in training for year to do this, just as Sally had been, both naturals. They watched Father John and Sally explode in a frenzy of orgasmic bliss, Father John burying his cock deep inside Sally, his head thrown up in the air, praising Jesus for the tight pussy milking the demon seed from his loins. Sally was wagging her ass side to side as she came with the first powerful rush of cum deep inside her, bathing her pussy with the Father’s hot juices.
Father John reluctantly pulled out of Sally’s pussy, his cock glistening with their combined juices, her pussy leaking the thick cum he deposited inside her down her thighs. He flipped her quickly onto her back, kneeling over her head, gripping her by the chin, pulling her head up to his cock. “Open wide and clean my cock, Sally. Praise the Sword of the Lord with your tongue and mouth,” he ordered, his fingers not giving her a chance as they pushed in, opening up her mouth to his flaccid, wet cock, plucking it down onto her waiting tongue.
Sally was forced to lick the cum from his cock, her mouth filling with the taste of his thick, salty cum and her own juices. She licked at it obediently, his hands holding her head tightly, her lips wrapped around the shrunken flesh. She could feel it hardening again, the flesh growing in her mouth.
* * * * *
Sally was startled when the door opened, the booming voice of Father John ringing in the room.
"Rise and shine for the Lord," he blared out loudly. "Get dressed and come into the kitchen for breakfast. We have a full day of spiritual leadership and training." He was carrying two novice uniforms, putting them on the bed and instructing, "Put these on. No underwear or blouse. Now hurry, the Lord waits for no man.”
They quickly freshened up;
Sally quickly followed suit, slipping into the dress, feeling the harsh fabric against her skin, her nipples hardening as they rubbed on the material. The dress was not made to be worn without underwear. "Let's go," wanting so badly to get the day over with, resigned to her fate.
Father John had breakfast
ready for them, a surprisingly excellent breakfast of eggs and bacon. He
looked up at the girls often, catching quick glimpses of naked flesh between
the V in their dresses, his cock hard at the thought of his hands roaming
freely over the lovely firm globes. He smiled at Bishop Samuel, who
was also eyeing the girls. After breakfast, Father John had the girls
reading from the bible, Bishop Samuel helping
“You’ve been doing very well this morning, Sally,” Father John said, leaning in closer to her. “Put your hands on the table,” watching as she glanced up at him, complying with his order, the look in her eyes revealing that she knew she would have to submit to him again. He put his hands in the V of the dress, lightly touching her cleavage, running his finger up and down her silky skin. His fingers moved over one plump, ripe breast, squeezing it as if it were a ripe cantaloupe, his large hand easily encircling the firm flesh. He became more insistent, stepping behind her, reaching down; both of his hands now free to explore her teenage tits, pushing aside the dress to bare them to his hands and all eyes.
Her breasts were roughly fondled, Father John’s calloused hands gripping tightly. She kept her hands on the desk allowing Father John to have his way with her body, her breasts now naked, his hands swiftly pushing aside the dress. She had to arch her back, Father John grabbing her nipples, pulling them up and out, stretching the rubbery flesh until she moaned in pain. She looked down, her breasts extending into points, the tips feeling as if they were gripped in a vise.
Father John wanted more, releasing her breasts. “Take off your dress, Sally. Bishop Samuel, will you help me with Sally?”
“Anything for the Lord,
Both girls stripped off their
dresses, their naked bodies revealed again.
“Sally, kneel on the bed and straddle Bishop Samuel.” Helping her spread her knees wide around Bishop Samuel’s hips, her pussy and cheeks parting, revealing not only her pink pussy, but also the tiny wrinkled opening of her anus. Father John let his hands slip between her legs from behind, moving a thick finger up and down her slit. “Can you get wet for the Lord, Sally?”
She felt the finger between her legs, pushing apart her lips, sawing up and down her silky insides. He was expecting her to get wet, wet so that Bishop Samuel would have an easier time getting his hard weapon inside her. She closed her eyes, dreaming that it was a lover who was doing it to her, anything to mask the reality of the situation. She began to feel a tingling in her sex, two fingers now pushing apart her lips, running up and down, his other hand caressing her buttocks. She felt so ashamed at what they were making her do, forcing her to lubricate her vagina so that they could have their pleasure with her.
“She’s ready, Bishop Samuel. I expect she will be hot and tight for your sword.” Father John pulled Sally up higher, moving her hips towards the large cock that jutted up in front of her, Bishop Samuel stroking it as he held it up for her to sit on. “Now take his blessed sword, Sally, and put it between your legs. Your evil body has aroused the Bishop; you must now service him in repentance.”
She rose up higher, her hands reaching down and touching the Bishop’s sword, both of her hands holding it straight up into the air, feeling it jerk and throb beneath her fingers. She rubbed the dark red head along her slit, looking down and seeing it spread her lips apart, drops of his seed glistening in the bright lights of the room. She pressed it against her vagina, pushing down with her hips, stretching open to take it inside. His sword was thicker than Father John’s, the head slowly forcing her opening to stretch quite wide to accept it. She felt Father John’s hands leave her hips, but return to her buttocks, stroking her cheeks as she pushed down harder, accepting the thick sword. She moaned in pain as she looked down, the head almost all the way in, her opening stretching tightly around it.
“Good girl, Sally, just a little bit more and you will have the head in, push down,” his hands moving to her shoulders, forcing her down onto the Bishop’s cock. A tiny yelp escaping from Sally’s lips as the head popped inside her. His hands moving back down to her buttocks, his fingers eager to explore where his cock would soon be. He saw her turn and look at him when his finger ran down her slit in back, over her anus, the tiny hole quivering. “Take it deeper now, Sally, you have to draw out the demon seed. Squeeze him with your evil body. Make him dump his demon seed inside you.” His finger circled her anus, the wrinkled hole opening and closing as it began to spasm, not used to being touched so intimately. He smiled at the look she gave him as she suffered his rude fondling, but the thick cock entering her pussy took her attention away.
She felt the Bishop’s sword pushing deeper, looking down to see half of it already inside her, stretching her open. She spread her knees wider, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. She pulled up, feeling the bulbous head dragging from her pussy, then pushed down again, her weight driving his sword deeper into her body this time. She did it again, feeling her pussy opening to take it deeper, clenching onto the rigid flesh between her legs.
“So hot and tight, Sally. The Lord blessed you with such a nice body.” He watched her fucking up and down his shaft, her titties bouncing as she took his cock deeper and deeper, feeling like her pussy was going to squeeze his cock to death. She now had three quarters of it inside her, Father John giving Bishop Samuel the nod. Bishop Samuel, reaching up, stroked her breasts, grabbing her nipples with three fingers and began to tighten, her eyes opening wide. Pulling them toward him, he watched them stretch. “Bend over,” he ordered, his fingers yanking her nipples down painfully.
Sally had no choice but to bend, his fingers digging painfully into her nipples, a fiery pain shooting through her chest. He let go of them as her breasts brushed his chest, his arms moving behind her, pulling her tightly against him, pinning her arms to her side as he did. It hurt as his cock inside her bent, pushing against places in her pussy that had never been touched before. Her bush was now pressed against his abdomen, his cock burying deep inside her, jerking and jumping as she squirmed. She grew afraid when she felt Father John’s hands begin to roam over her butt again. With her arms pinned, she couldn’t defend herself.
“Pour it on Sally’s butt,” he ordered, his fingers moving to each side of her cheeks, pulling outward, Sally’s cheeks parting even as she was fighting him.
“What are you going to do?” Sally was panicked, feeling the cool oil spread over her butt, especially between her cheeks, her anus puckering from the cool liquid flowing over it. Bishop Samuel began to stroke harder with his sword, his hips driving deep inside her, pushing her butt into Father John’s hands.
“Take care of Bishop Samuel’s
sword, Sally. Tighten up your body on
it. Show the Lord how you take care of His
servants.” He spread her cheeks apart
harshly, exposing her anus. He pulled
out more, her hole opening,
“OOOWWW!” The finger inside her rectum hurt at first, driving her down onto Bishop Samuel’s sword, forcing it to bang painfully against her cervix, like it a stake driving through her body. Her hips were moving side to side, trying to escape the finger that continued moving around inside her anal tract, her body unable to prevent the lubricated digit. She knew he was going to sodomize her. It would be bad enough to take a sword up her backside, but they would split her up the middle if she had to take both of them at the same time. “You’ll kill me with it,” tears flowing down her cheeks, as one finger became two, the Bishop’s sword beginning to push in and out faster.
“The Lord wants you to give all of your body to His servants.” Pulling his finger out, he grabbed Sally’s ankles, pulling her legs back, pushing down on her ass, forcing the Bishop’s cock deep inside her. He spread her legs wider, knowing they were aching from the widespread stance, but he needed to get between the Bishop’s legs and hers. He settled down on Sally’s back, his hand underneath his body, grabbing his hard cock and sliding it up and down her crack. His hips began to move back and forth, his hands pushing her cheeks together, making a nice tight fit for his cock.
She could feel his sword sliding along her crack, the head rubbing harshly over her anus. It felt even bigger than before, afraid of where he was going to put it. Bishop Samuel seemed content underneath her, his cock pulsating in her pussy, letting her vaginal walls do all the work of massaging his cock. She felt the heavy weight of Father John settling down on top of her, trapping her naked body between these two men of the cloth. Hands were gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart, feeling her crack stretch painfully wide. She felt the rubbery cock head against her wrinkled opening, the slick monster pressing against it. “Slowly,” she begged, resigned to the fate of being sodomized and taken in both of her holes at one time, hoping to avoid as much pain as possible.
“Yes, accept it, my child,” Father John whispered in her ear. “Push out like you are having a bowel movement, it will open up nicely for my sword.” He began pushing down with his hips, feeding his hard cock up her backside. She pushed back, trapped between them, accepting her fate, aiding in her own sodomy.
She screamed in pain, the initial thrust of his sword pushing his cock head into her hot, clenching rectum. “God, its sooo big!” she cried, trying to push back again, hoping to relieve some of the burning from the sodomy.
Father John was too impatient, the feel of her hot, tight teenage asshole clutching painfully onto his cock head almost too much for him, afraid he would cum too soon. He wanted her to feel the full measure of his cock, wanting to bathe her colon with his hot, demon seed. His fingers dug into her cheeks, his hips pushing forward in the relentless pursuit of the depths of her bowels. His cock pumped into her in jerking motions, pulling out, then back in, each time going deeper, each time discovering new parts of her anal tract. He sent his cock into the buttery depths of her bowels, gripped by her cramping ass muscles as it was sinking inside her.
It felt so huge; her anal tract feeling like it was being torn, trembling as she took his sword up her gut in sharp, jerking shoves. The thick sword had her squirming beneath him, her anus stretching wider, grasping the shaft of his sword like a tight ring gliding up and down the thick member. “Ggghh!” she cried, tears running down her cheeks, her stomach cramping, the thick cockhead, a fullness deep inside her stretched colon. She could feel his cock jerk, a tiny gasp from her lips each time he did.
“The Lord has given you such a tight backside to please His servant, Sally. Now, I want you to squeeze both of our organs with your tight insides. Do a good job and we will reward you with our seed.” He couldn’t wait any longer, pulling his cock out, grunting as her ass muscles fought the big head, creating a giant vacuum behind it. He pulled out until her clenching anus gripped only the head, her rectum fighting to push the rest out. He then plunged back in, hearing the groan of pain coming from Sally’s lips as her colon was forced to stretch to take the thick cock back in once again. He began fucking her, her muscles milking his cock as he did.
Bishop Samuel was no longer idle; two Swords of God ravishing Sally‘s body. They were splitting her up the middle, each pushing in at the same time, each trying to outdo the other, pushing in farther than their cocks should go. They both hit bottom at the same time, Bishop Samuel’s sword banging harshly against her cervix, Father John’s sword burying itself deep into her cramping colon. Her cries and groans of pain seem only to provoke them into greater lust, their cocks now coordinating their efforts, one pushing in while the other pulled out. The area between her legs was constantly filled with a sword, each jerking around inside her.
The pain began to diminish, the almost gratifying fullness of being stuffed replacing it. It felt like one giant hole between her legs, barely able to distinguish where each sword was pushing in and where one pulled out. Her clit banged by Bishop Samuels’ pubic bone, his hips sliding back and forth as he fucked up with his sword, making her take all of him inside her. She couldn’t control the spasms in her anus, forcing her pussy to squeeze on Bishop Samuel’s sword, a fiery feeling in her backside as the sodomy continued. She grunted and groaned through the long minutes of her duel ravishment. Father John’s hand slipped beneath her body, searching out and finding her clit. Two fingers spread back her clit hood, exposing her swollen bud to his other fingers, pinching it tightly. She began to buck beneath them, a growing feeling of pleasure spreading through her body, confused that she could be enjoying the vaginal and anal penetration by the two servants of the Lord.
The room was filled with the
sounds of rapture, the slapping of naked flesh, the groans of pleasure and lust
as the three of them—aided by
Sally felt Father John pulling his rapidly deflating sword from her backside, a small fart sounding as the air escaped from the vacuum created by the thick member. She felt a rush of cum leak from her anus, running down the inside of her thighs. Bishop Samuel pushed her over, pulling his cock from her pussy, coated in the sheen of glistening cum.
Gagging as the limp sword entered her mouth, her lips wrapping around the limp flesh. Her tongue touching it, the foul taste filled her mouth, gulping as she tried to get rid it.
“After lunch it will be time
for confessions and acts of contrition.
To be Continued