Father John waited for Sally, his cock already hard at the thought of her
tight body. It would soon be time to fuck her. He planned on taking her
virginity today, not with his cock but a large dildo. It would be God’s will
that she relinquish her virginity.
Sally dreaded going to see Father John again today, but there was no way she
could get out of it. Her parents thought Father John was God, or at least Jesus,
if not the next best thing for her. It was getting more difficult talking them
out of bringing her sister Becky along for “lessons.” Becky even bugged her to
come along, unsuspecting of what she would be forced to endure. She was younger
and more impressionable and would surely do anything Father John ordered her,
thinking that she was fulfilling her destiny to God. Sally suspected that God
did not have much to do with it, it was all Father John’s desires, but her
parents were too insistent that she submit.
Sally wore a pair of jeans and a wool button down shirt. Winter was almost here
and it was beginning to get cold. She entered the church, going to the rectory
in the back. Father John was waiting, sitting at his desk, just as she knew he
“Good afternoon Sally. Are you ready to do the Lord’s will?”
“Afternoon, Father John. Yes, I’m here to do whatever is required of me. My
parents are most insistent that I obey you and do the Lord’s work.”
“good girl, let’s go into the other room. We are going to do something very
“The other room?” She was frightened by the ominous sound of his voice. It was
bad enough in his office with his desk.
Father John moved next to her, putting his arm around her waist, “yes down here,
Sally.” They moved down the hall to the last door and Father John opened it.
There was a long staircase down to the basement.
“That’s the basement Father!”
“Sssshhh, little girl. The Lord works in many places. This will be much quieter
and we will not be disturbed.” He urged her down the stairs, Sally hesitating.
The door closed behind them, only the light at the foot of the stairs
flickering. It looked like candle light.
“I’m scared.” Sally trembled. They would be in the basement; even screams would
not be heard.
“Nothing to be scared of Sally. We are down here to celebrate the Lord today.”
“Yes, today is the Celebration of the Candles. A very special day usually
reserved only for the priests and nuns. We celebrate the important part that
candles play in the religious ceremonies. You are lucky to be able to
participate in the service. The Bishop has granted you special permission
because of your active religious training and your outstanding progress.”
“The Bishop knows what we do?”
“I have told the Bishop how well you are responding to the intense religious
training. In fact, you are invited to a weekend retreat with the Bishop and me.”
“A weekend? No, I don’t want to go,” she protested, not wanting to spend a whole
weekend with him, even if they Bishop would also be there.
“Nonsense Sally. I have already talked to your mother and she has given her
permission. She thinks it is an honor that the Bishop invited you and that he
will be present. I could have your sister Becky instead, would you rather I do
that? She is younger than you, isn’t she? I imagine that she would be easier to
train in my ways, don’t you think? I’ll train her like I am training you, to
serve the Lord and me as the vessel of the Lord.” He stopped on the stairs; his
hand reaching up to her breast, lightly caressing the young flesh. “Though she
is not as mature as you are,” making his point by gently squeezing. “Should I
invite Becky instead?” His hand continued to rub her breast, making no excuse
for the fondling of her flesh.
Sally stood there as Father John continued to rub her breasts. He was getting
bolder each day she came, no longer making any pretense for molesting her body.
She could imagine him doing this to Becky, rubbing her tiny mounds. “No! I’ll
go, just leave Becky alone.”
He moved close, whispering to her, “you are making my sword hard again, Sally,”
moving her hand down to the front of his trousers, making her small hand grab
his hard cock. “You are going to have to take it in your mouth again today.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Serving the Lord with your mouth. You are very
good at it. You have found your calling in life, a way to serve the Lord.”
Taunting her, forcing her to move her hand up and down on his cock, making it
jerk beneath his trousers.
She regretted that she had done such a good job before, her mouth used as a
receptacle for his sword, his demon seed spilled into her stomach. “I will serve
you, Father John, in whatever way you want,” resigned to her place in life,
hoping to protect her little sister by giving into his twisted desires.
He stopped fondling her breast and put his hand back on her waist directing her
down the steps.
Sally was pushed into a large room. In the center stood a large altar, a
gleaming white wooden structure over six feet long and about three feet wide.
She cringed when she saw the crosses, one in each corner, pushed into a hole in
the altar, securing it tightly. It was just like the desk. It was covered with a
black velvet cloth, golden crosses sewn into the edges that hung down the front.
The altar was not as tall as the one in the church; this one stood about three
feet high. She cringed at the thought of being spread open on it, but she knew
that was Father John’s intention. She began to dread the Ceremony of the
Candles. She saw a table behind the altar, a large selection of candles and
candlestick holders on it. There must be over one hundred of all sizes and
shapes. Some were already flickering; hot wax slowly sliding down the side of
“Please, not on there,” Sally whimpered.
“We must get you prepared first, Sally.” He grabbed her hand again and pressed
it against his trousers. “Rub my sword, Sally, while I prepare you for the
ceremony.” He moaned softly as her yielding hand grabbed his cock through his
pants, encircling it, moving up and down the hard flesh. “Very good, Sally.”
His hands moved up to her wool shirt, fingers traveling over her breasts again.
“You must wear the ceremonial robe.” Father John pointed to a white robe on a
hanger. It was a simple garment, the zipper running from neck to bottom the only
closure on it; it looked like it would hang just about to her knees. He reached
for the first button of her shirt, his fat fingers too anxious, fumbling with
it. “But you must shed your worldly possessions first.”
“You mean my clothes? You’re going to strip me naked?”
“Yes, Sally. The Lord wants you like you came into the world, naked and without
sin.” His fingers continued to unbutton her shirt, feeling her tremble as he
slowly stripped her. He pulled the shirt from her jeans, opened to expose the
basic white bra encompassing her breasts. He reached down to her wrists,
unbuttoning the buttons. He lowered the garment from her shoulders, letting it
slide backwards and down her arms. She stopped stroking his cock as he shed the
garment from her body.
Her hands hung uselessly by her side, her shirt lying on the chair next to her.
She felt his hands on her wrists again, pressing her palms against his sword.
“Rub it, don’t stop unless I tell you to! Use both hands.”
She stroked his sword again, feeling it jerk in his trousers as his hands moved
up her naked flesh. She felt horribly violated as he took liberties with her
young body. She suffered his large, clammy hands as they slid up and grasped her
youthful breasts in his palms, encircling the bra-encased flesh, squeezing.
He let his fingers run over her naked flesh, the upper breasts that peeked out
the top of her bra, running along her cleavage, feeling the goose bumps appear
as he molested her. “Turn around.” His hands at her waist, turning her back to
him. She knew it was so he could strip her bra off, but at least she was spared
from touching his hard sword. She felt his hands on her back, rubbing up and
down her naked flesh.
He fumbled with the bra catch, eventually unsnapping it, seeing the strain in
the strap release. Her hands moved up, keeping the bra cups covering her
breasts, her palms pressing it tightly against her naked flesh. He moved closer
to her, his crotch demanding against her ass, his cock jerking in pleasure. He
rubbed himself on her covered ass, hands on her naked waist, holding her in
place as he masturbated his cock on her. He let his hands run up and down her
arms until he came to her shoulders, pushing the bra straps down her arms until
her clutching of her breasts stopped the movement. “Let your hands down, reach
behind you and grab my sword again. Your round buttocks are making it so hard.”
Sally moved her hands back, feeling her bra slip to the floor, her naked breasts
free of confinement. She placed her hands between her butt and his crotch, again
finding his hard sword, both hands rubbing it.
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