The Priest Teaches His Flock

Chapter 6-Getting His Sword Ready for Communion

"You may get up Sally," moving the crosses from between her legs.

Sally allowed her legs to close, grateful that the painful aching in her thighs were finished, but fearful of what would be required of her now. She knew that she would have to make him shoot his demon seed. He had talked about her taking her communion, not understanding what he meant. She laid still, her legs together. She was afraid of what would happen when she pulled her chest off the tacks. Her panties were still pulled below her naked ass cheeks, not wanting to reach behind her, that would pull on the tacks below her. Her humiliation was less suffering than the pain.

Father John moved up towards her head, "let me help you Sally," his hand holding down the board. "Raise up slowly," watching as she slowly rose up onto her arms into a push up position, the board slowly pulling from her chest. He saw the tacks, some red with blood. He pulled the board and moved it out of the way. "Sit on the edge of the desk, feet hanging down Sally."

When he turned around, she had hurriedly pulled up her panties and swung around to the edge of the desk. Her arms were covering her breasts, her legs together. He moved in front of her, putting his hands on her knees, "spread your legs, Sally."

Sally cringed when she heard that command again. She hated it. It always left her so vulnerable. She did as he said, her legs opening, feeling him move between them, his hips pushing on her thighs, forcing them open wider again, the ache in her thighs return.

"Good girl, Sally. Now your hands. You have nothing to hide from the lord. Uncover your breasts. You have already tempted me, my sword is hard from seeing your naked body." He waited, staring into her eyes until she relented, her palms slowly lowering to her sides, her naked breasts falling free. There were many tiny little puncture wounds, little red dots covering her breasts. They would not show long, the tacks being very sharp. His hands moved up to her breasts, his palms encircling her globes, lifting them up. "Do they hurt Sally?"

"They sting a little, Father John."

He began to squeeze them, his fingers moving towards her nipples. His cock jumped in his trousers when he saw the bright red spot in the center of her right nipple, the pink nipple unable to hide it. Two fingers moved towards it, grabbing it and began to pinch, watching her face as he continued to apply pressure. "Just like Jesus, puncture wounds to show your suffering." He squeezed tighter, watching as she bit down onto her lip as he smashed the punctured nipple with his finger.

"Please, Father John, it hurts." The pain increased, his fingernail pushing into her nipple, a sharp pain igniting it.

He released it, watching her relief. He wet his two fingers, moving them back to her nipple, watching as they became even harder, the cool air of the room hitting the wet nipple. "You have very sensitive nipples Sally. That will get you into trouble later in life. They will make you become sexually aroused. I will have to work on solving that problem. I will have to desensitize them."

His hands moved down to his trousers, pulling the zipper down. He saw her eyes move away, not wanting to see. "Look down, Sally. See what you have done to my sword." He unbuckled the belt of his trousers and undid the button, pulling them back to the side, her eyes returning to stare at his crotch. His cock was already pushing at his shorts. "Reach in my shorts and pull out my sword. See what you have done to it." He waited, waited for her soft hands to encircle his cock.

Sally didn't have a choice. She reached over, her hand pushing into the band of his shorts, pulling them down as she pushed her hand in. His penis instantly slapped into her hand, her small fingers wrapping around it. It immediately began to twitch and jump. She looked up, her face turning red, his eyes watching her expression as she began to pump her hand up and down his sword like she was taught.

"You do well, Sally, such nice soft hands." He pushed his shorts down his legs, allowing her more room to play with his cock. His cock jumped around in her hand, excited at the feel of her fingers playing over the head like he had taught her, jumping in anticipation of what she would be required to do. But first, a little more humiliation. "Squeeze my testicles like I taught you. Feel the seed you placed there."

Sally was now cupping his heavy testicles, feeling the heat, feeling the balls inside. Her other hand was rubbing his hard sword, tiny drops of seed leaking from its head, mixing onto her hand. It was so big, her hands tiny in comparison.

He moved back from her, her hands slipping from his cock. "Put your legs together."

She was surprised, he always seemed to want her legs open and spread. She did not hesitate, closing her legs. Her surprise turned to disappointment and humiliation.

"Lift your butt off the table, I want to slip those lovely little cotton panties off. I don't think you need them, do you Sally? Ask me to take off your panties, Sally?"

She didn't have a choice. Using her arms to push her butt up, "please, Father John, take off my panties."

"Of course, my dear," his hands lightly grabbed her panties at the waist and slowly began to lower them, stripping her naked. He pulled them over her naked ass cheeks, remembering how lovely they were before he had used a ruler on them. He lowered the front, her naked bush showing, slowly lower, her pussy lips beginning to be exposed. He looked up into her face and smiled, seeing how red faced she had become.

Last time was bad enough when he had fingered her naked sex and butt, but now he was slowly stripping her naked. She would be so exposed. He slid them down her thighs, tugging at them through her tightly clenched legs until finally letting them drop to the floor. She now sat before him, completely naked and vulnerable to him.

He looked into her eyes. She instantly knew, her legs beginning to part open, her eyes beginning to tear. She knew that he wanted her spread. Spread wide. She would be obscenely exposed, her whole sex naked and exposed.

"Good girl, Sally, you're learning." He stepped between her slowly spreading legs, his hips pushing out on them. "Real wide, be a good girl," he encouraged her. He watched her pussy lips begin to part, her pink, virgin, inner pussy peaking out. "More, until your thighs ache, Sally. Your hands, put your hands back. Stroke me again." Again he felt her soft hands rubbing his hard cock, her other hand gently squeezing his balls.

She looked down, seeing his hands moving to her legs, pushing outward on her thighs. The fingers moved up to the V in her legs, his fingers lightly tracing across her pubic hair, brushing it with his fingertips. She looked and saw how exposed she was. Looking up, she noticed that he was staring directly at her sex, almost able to see inside her, the wide expanse of her legs leaving her lips spread wide, unable to cover her insides.

"Pay attention, Sally. Keep stroking." He grabbed her pussy lips on each side and spread her open even more then she was already. "This is what men will sin for Sally. A chance to have sex with you. To fill you with their hard sword, to feel your insides clutching at their member. They will do almost anything, lie, cheat, steal, commit adultery, anything to get between your lovely thighs." He pulled wider, stretching out her lips, hearing her moan in pain.

"MMMM, that hurts, Father John."

"SSSHH, child, you will have to live with the pain. I may have to punish your sex to make sure you understand what you can do to men and God." He grabbed her pussy lips between his large fingers and squeezed them, twisting the tender, puffy tissue.

"I want you to rub the head of my sword between your lips," pointing down between her spread legs. He watched as her hands gripped his cock behind the head and he moved forward. He looked at her face, smiling as he felt the head lightly touch her pink pussy, the lips closing around the big head, her body jerking to the touching of her most intimate body to his hot, pulsating cock. "Yes, many men will sin for this, Sally. Rub it up and down, good girl," his cock jerking in response, the head leaking precum on her virgin pussy.

She hoped that he would not put it inside her, taking her virginity away. She grabbed it tightly when she felt his hips move forward, trying to prevent him from doing so. His sword jumped in her hand when she gripped it tightly. She felt the head, so hot and rubbery, rubbing up and down her slit. She looked down and saw the ropey seed from his sword rubbing along her lips. She jumped when it hit her clitoris, a strange feeling hitting her.

"Don't touch it there, Sally! I don't want you aroused. Slide it back down," her small hands gripping his cock so tight, moving it up and down her pussy slit. "I want you to feel what it would be like to have it inside you. I want you to put the head in until it hits your hymen. Don't worry, only God will decide when you are to lose your virginity."

Sally shuddered when she heard that. His sword was so big. Especially the head of it. It wouldn't be able to go inside her tiny vagina. "It's too big, Father John, please don't make me do it."

"I'm not making you do anything, Sally. You are doing it to atone for your sins. The evil things your naked body does to me. Now please me and the Lord, put the head inside you. Let me feel your sinful body."

She gripped it tighter, hearing Father John moaning, pushing his hips forward as she slowly pushed it down until it pushed against her tiny vagina. It's too big, feeling it pushing against the tiny opening. Her wide spread legs opened her vagina up, but even that did not help. It was just too big not to be painful. She rubbed it around her vagina, feeling the head jerking about in. She saw more of his seed leaking from the head, it glistening in the bright lights. She was so embarrassed; her hand helping him put it inside her, her Priest, naked between her spread thighs, his sword slowly opening her up.

It felt like a hot, steel vise, her pussy clenched tight, his hard cock battering at her virgin opening. He wished he could just plunge his cock into her and fuck her hard. This was what he usually did. Just like the desk he would force them into positions where their legs were spread wide and unable to close. He might use the crosses, but he also many other ways. He once had a girl straddling a gymnastic vaulting bench. Her legs hung over the edges, unable to reach the floor, her legs bowed widely over the fat bench. He climbed on the bench in front of her, his skin sticking to the leather as he slid towards her. He bent her body back, pinning her legs with his, her back having to arch painfully backwards, her hips rising up by the terrible stretch he was forcing her into. Her little tits were arched up to the ceiling, his mouth biting on her nipples until they stood out over an inch, giant bumps on her almost flat chest. He moved his hips forward, one hand holding his large cock, placing it tightly against her virginal opening. He did not let her get accustom to it, he plunged it into her, jerking her forward by her arms onto the hard cock, burying it into her as she screamed and bucked in pain. He made her ride his hard cock for over twenty minutes, her blood helping to lubricate his rampaging cock. She screamed as she slid up and down on the hard cock between her legs, Father John handling her like a puppet, pumping her up and down his weapon, her pussy having to take the brunt of his big cock.

"Legs together again Sally," stepping from between her spread legs.

Sally was puzzled again. Was he finished with her? But she complied, anything to not be so intimately open to him.

"Now bring your feet up," bending down and grabbing her behind the knees, lifting her legs up until her feet were flat on the desk.

Sally had to push back as her legs were brought up and placed in front of her, her ankles together, her knees bent.

"Good, Sally. Now move your feet over," pushing her right foot to the side, doing the same to her left.

Sally cringed again as she was spread open again. She looked down, not only was her sex exposed, her anus was also.

"Your being very good, Sally. Now go back to stroking my sword."

She reached out and grabbed his sword in her hand again, her other hand cupping his testicles. She felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, bowing her legs out, her sex rising up higher. She saw his eyes, staring intently at her spread sex, his fingers moving closer and closer to her sex. But they did not touch her sex. No, they moved farther back, fingers on the side of her anus, peeling her butt cheeks back. "NNO, pleasse, not in my bottom," she cried, the humiliation of having her anus so exposed, his fingers only inches from her most intimate opening.

"SSSSHHH, bring my sword up between your legs again. Like you did before, but this time I want you to rub it over your tiny butt hole. Boys will try to tell you having them put their swords up your butt hole is not having sex, but you must resist the temptation. I will show you so that they cannot fool you." He moved his hips forward as her hand grabbed his cock tighter again. "Don't worry Sally, I'm just going to press it in a little ways. Just so you can feel what it's like."

She gripped his sword hard, her small hand wrapped tightly around it, just below the head. She let it slide up between her lips and over her perineum until it reached her tiny anus. "Please, Father John, not there, please." But she continued to push it against her tiny anus, knowing that he would not allow any excuses. She would have to perform as he instructed.

Father John felt her tiny anus begin to stretch, the head of his cock slowly spreading her virgin opening wider. He pushed gently with his hips, urging more of his cock inside the clenching mouth of her asshole. He looked up at her, her knees spread wide, her feet flat on the desk, her sex so openly exposed. "Can you feel your flower opening for my sword?"

It began to hurt, the hard sword spreading her anus wide, forcing it to open, stretching the tiny mouth wider and wider to accommodate his sword. "Slower Father, it hurts too much, please," she begged him, tears forming in her eyes as the painful insertion continued. She felt his hands move under her ass cheeks, pulling her up, controlling her movements. He lifted her ass off of the desk, and then began to lower her back down. This time on top of his sword.

"Yes, my child, take it slow, let your body engulf my sword in your backside." His hands were gripping her cheeks, his fingers pushed along side of her anus, pulling it apart, allowing his sword to slowly sink in, millimeter by painful millimeter.

"AAAGGG," she gasped in pain as her sphincter finally relented, the head of his sword slowly entering her anus, stretching and tearing the virgin flesh as the swollen member began to be engulfed by her asshole.

It felt like a crushing vice as the head of his cock was squeezed by her sphincter. It clenched and unclenched in response to the unnatural invasion of her backside. He looked down, the head disappeared in her anus, the tight band of the opening wrapped just below the head of his cock, squeezing the blood to the head. "Boys will try to get you to let them put their members inside your butt like this. But they will want to push it in deeper, bury it deep inside your colon. They want to feel you hot, tight body squeezes it until they fill you with their demon seed. You must resist this temptation. It is sinful.

"Oh, yes, Father, I wouldn't let them, it hurts too much. Please take it out, please Father John."

"Of course, my child. But first I want you to squeeze it. Press down on it with your inner muscles. Show me how tight you can make it."

She had to get him to take his sword out of her backside, it burned, the mouth of her anus stretched painfully wide. She gritted her lips together in pain, and willed her sphincter to squeeze the huge member stretching her backside. She felt his sword twitch in pleasure.

"Again, Sally, tighten again." He felt her grab his cock. He had to fuck her soon, especially in her tight asshole. When the girls he fucked in the pussy would complain about the painful fucking of his cock, he would relent. He would allow their pussy to heal. He would fuck them in the ass instead. Most never imagined such a thing, laying them face down, legs spread, his cock between their cheeks, unaware of what was about to transpire. It was only when his cock was fully encased in their hot, tight asshole did they finally realize that they only traded one painful fucking with another. By that time it was too late, they would have to submit to his cock fucking their asshole, savoring the tightness, prolonging his pleasure, their pain for as long as he could. "One more time, then I will take it out."

She clenched on it again, the pain increasing as his sword seemed to get bigger each time she squeezed it. She had to get him to take it out, it felt so uncomfortable, her anus stretched so tightly around his sword. She felt Father John pull his sword out, feeling her anus shrink back down. Not quite a small as it was before, it would never be the same again.