The Priest Teaches His Flock-Ch 8 The Celebration of Candles

Sally looked the other way, but not before she saw his organ tenting out the front of the robe. She quickly slipped into the white robe, pulling up the zipper; at least she would temporarily be covered, though she did not expect it to last long. Not when his sword was so swollen. No, she would have to service his sword again with her mouth. She would be forced to swallow his terrible-tasting demon seed. She cringed as she felt his hands on her waist, sliding up her back, his hard cock pressing against her almost naked bottom.

“It is time to begin the ceremony, Sally. Get up on the altar. You must be ready to celebrate with the Lord.” She scooted up on the edge the altar, her feet dangling over the edge. He picked up her feet and used them to pivot Sally around on her ass, turning her the other way, then placing her feet on the altar. He pushed on her side, “lie on your stomach, Sally, and stretch out. Hands over your head, put them near the crosses.”

She felt him prepare her body, spreading her out on the altar. As her arms moved to the crosses, she glanced up to see how close they were. She felt his hands on her back, down over her shapely buttocks and over the back of her legs until he touched naked flesh below her knees.

“Such a good girl.” He moved to her head, seized one arm, grabbed a fur-lined leather belt and wrapped it around her wrist, tightening it until he could place the pin into the hole on the buckle.

“Don’t tie me up!” she screamed. He had never done this to her before, and she more than feared what he would do once he had her bound, unable to defend herself. Before she could protest further, he moved quickly and secured her other wrist. He clipped both to the crosses in each corner, tightly securing her to them. She tugged on them, the crosses banging noisily but not budging.

Father John observed the frightened look in her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she was now. He moved down towards her feet, his hand running over her, unable to miss the chance to fondle her tight ass. He ran his hand down one leg, pulling it out to the side as he slid lower and lower, spreading it out toward the cross in the corner.

She felt his hand running over her naked legs, pushing on her tender inner thighs, spreading her open. She knew he would use leather straps on her legs, stretching her into a wide “X”, bound and defenseless. She feared what he planned to do to her. She knew it must be worse then what he had already done otherwise he would not need the tight bondage.

Father John wasted little time securing her legs in the spread eagle position, eager to begin the ritual. He stared at Sally from his position at the foot of the altar between her spread legs. He could almost see underneath her robe, into her darkened sex. “Are your ready to worship the Lord, Sally?” He moved over to the candles, watching as Sally’s eyes followed him, the scared look on her face.

“Dominito, Astoloso, Benito, “ Father John began to chant in Latin, a slim candle over 12 inches high in his hand, the flame burning brightly, the wax slowly running down the edges of the candle stick. Father John chanted in Latin for over five minutes, picking up new candles as the others would start to burn down. By time he finished, he had over ten candles burning on the table beside Sally.

“Time for you to join in, Sally,” his hand reached for the bottom of the robe, sliding it slowly up, baring her naked body.

Sally craned her neck to look at Father John. “What are you doing?” She panicked as he slowly pulled the robe up over her waist and out from underneath her, moving higher and higher until it was tucked neatly under her neck, her body naked from her shoulders to her toes.

Father John ran his hands down her back, his palms clutching her naked ass cheeks, pulling them apart, watching as her tiny anus was exposed. He let his fingers slide along her pussy lips from behind, hearing her protest as she was crudely fondled. 

Sally could only catch a fleeting glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. He moved back into her view, standing next to her head, gazing down at her innocent face plead with him. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the candle in his hand, the yellow flame dancing in the slight breeze in the room, the wax slowly dripping down the side of the candle.

She still did not suspect, her mind not capable of believing that anyone would purposely let hot wax fall on sensitive flesh. Her beseeching eyes turned to panic when he moved the candle over her back and began to tip it, the hot flame burning and melting the wax on the side. “No! No!” she screamed as she watched the wax slowly flow down the edge, knowing that in a few seconds it would spill off and land on her skin. “Please, Father! Don’t!” 

“Now, now child, you must suffer for the Lord. The pain will purge the evil from your body.” He let his other hand stroke her ass, feeling her tighten her cheeks as he fondled them. “Relax,” his eyes following the slowly dripping candle wax. He was using a bee’s wax candle for the less intimate portions of her body, the wax extremely hot. His cock jerked beneath the robe as the wax fell from the candle and dropped on her naked back, a large red blob of hot candle wax falling on her pink flesh.

Sally screamed, her voice ringing off the solid walls, no one able to hear her cries of pain except for Father John. The wax burned her skin before finally cooling, the lingering pain of the freshly burned flesh shooting up to her brain. She felt Father John brush the dried wax from her back, his other hand still holding the candle, this time moving it lower so that it was over the hillock of her buttocks. “No more Father, please, I’ll take your sword in my mouth and drink your seed, just don’t burn me anymore.” Tears flowed from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

She looked so beautiful, stretched out naked on the table, her innocent face etched in the pain he inflicted on her. His cock rubbed on the silky robe he wore, jerking up and down at the lovely sight before him. “More Sally, you must celebrate with the Lord.” He bent the candle, this time the wax fell on her naked ass cheek. He saw her body react, her ass cheek clench and unclench at the terrible pain of the hot wax, almost a delightful spasm.

She screamed again, this time not so loud, the pain just as intense but her body not as surprised. She jerked against the straps holding her spread on the table, the leather digging into her flesh, but unyielding. Father John became more insistent with the candle, not giving her a chance to recover from the previous dripping before landing more hot wax on her flesh. He moved the candle up and down her ass cheeks, her muscles rippling in response to the pain. 

Father John loved the way her body reacted. Her ass moved up and down in pain, like it was fucking something underneath her, her tight ass muscles contracting each time a drop of hot wax hit the flesh, then relaxing before the next drop would hit. He heard her sobbing, her screams now muted, her throat hoarse. Yet he had just begun. He brushed the wax from her ass, the red wax falling to the floor. 

When the hot wax stopped falling on her tender skin, Sally looked over to see Father John put the candle down on the table. Relieved that it was over, her back and ass still in pain from the lingering burns, she murmured, “Thank you Father,” hoping that he would let her off the altar now.

Instead, Father John picked up a black candle, one that would not burn as hotly as the other. He saw the look on her face as she realized that he had only just begun. “Yes, Sally, we aren’t finished yet, so much more flesh to cover. The Lord needs to hear your cries of pain to cleanse your soul of the evil.”

“Not there,” she cried out, clenching tightly as his hand pulled apart her ass cheeks. He slapped her ass hard, the stinging inflaming the burns he had already inflicted on her body.

“Relax your ass cheeks Sally or I will stick the candle up your bottom and let it burn down until it goes out. Would you like me to do that?” He felt her cheeks relax, resigned to the knowledge of where the wax would fall next, yet shuddering as she braced for the inevitable pain.