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The setting is a large estate in Massachusetts at the end of the 17th century near the height of the Puritans' witch-hunting frenzy. The Master of the estate opens a "Witch Convent," where he serves as both instructor and clergy. Families desperate to save their willful daughters from what they believe to be a dark influence bring their lovely but falsely accused and therefore innocent and naive young girls to the Master, who takes a very hands-on approach to driving Satan from their flesh. He delights in sharing the girls with his friends willing to pay to for the privilege of forcing their most perverse demands on the unwilling girls.

The girls are prepared for marriage, docile and prone to dropping to their knees in front of men, sexually responsive, certainly more than their non-witch peers.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 10 / 2009

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No. words: 46400

Style: BDSM/Bondage - Content: Moderate -    Male Dom - M/F

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The two girls stood in front of them, their bodies trembling, as they stood naked in the cold dungeon of the castle. The older one stood almost defiant, her naked body revealed in the bright light of the torches that graced the walls. But the younger sister huddled near her for protection, one hand crossed over her naked breasts, trying to hide them from his leering eyes. Her other hand lay nestled between her thighs, unable to hide her heavy black bush from their prying eyes. Her body was red in humiliation at having to strip naked for his inspection, especially as her Mother and Father stood idly by.
These two were the best he had seen. Father Michael had converted his vast estate that sat high on the hill overlooking the town, into a convent for those that were cursed by the devil. He had become the Clergy and the Instructor, many of his rich friends contributing to his cause, willing to part with some of their fortune for the chance at such delightful flesh, to force their perversions upon the girls with impunity. There were now over seven girls under his care, but he was surprised when their parents brought these two to him, begging him to help them.
“Please save our daughters. The devil has taken them and no matter how hard we have tried, we cannot help them. I fear for their safety, the town is up in arms. If we didn’t get them out of town I fear that they would be burned at the stake as witches. You are our last hope.” The girl’s father was desperate.
The Mother threw herself at his feet. “Please Father. Save our daughters. We will do anything.” She was desperate. She had been told that high atop the hill stood a castle and that the Master of the house was able to cure girls that had been taken by the black forces of the devil.
He saw the look of relief on their faces when he accepted their gift, two delightful girls, and hoped that they would be virgins. “It will be a hard and arduous journey to saving your daughters. The Devil fights dirty and the only way for me to conquer him is to do the same. You will have to entrust the care of your daughters to me for a period of one year. I will have complete control over them. You will not even be allowed to visit them. It will be a difficult time for them, and they will be forced to suffer in order to rid the devil from their soul. It is the wish of God that they suffer, just as his Son suffered for us. Do you agree to my terms?” He smiled as they nodded their heads.
“I must first look for the mark of the devil on them.” He looked at the girls as they stood before him. “Strip off your clothes.” His voice boomed in the dungeon, bouncing off the granite walls.
Sloane looked over at him in shock. She was the older sister, always protecting Mary. She wouldn’t take off her clothes for him, even if he was a Priest. At twenty, still a virgin, she had never shown her naked body to a man and she was not about to do so, especially with her Father standing only feet from her. Mary, her younger sister was eighteen and the shy one of the family. Sloane was positive she also was a virgin, barely able to even talk to a boy, never mind being intimate with one. Sloane clutched Mary’s hand, hoping to protect her, but not even sure that she could protect herself. He might wear the robes of a Priest, but he had the glint of the Devil in his eyes.
Father Michael couldn’t wait, ordering his men. “Bind them and strip them naked.”
They were upon the girls before they could even react. There were four of them, two of them grabbed their wrists, yanked them harshly behind their backs. Their wrists were pinned together as cruel rope was tied tightly around them. Too tightly, a groan escaped from their lips as the circulation was cut off to their hands. Sloane’s eyes pleaded with her mother’s, but she gave no indication of changing her mind, her devout religious upbringing leaving the decision in the hands of the Priest. The one guard whispered into her ear as he pulled her towards him.
“I’m going to enjoy that lovely body soon enough, wench.” He pushed his cock against her ass, the parents unaware of what he was doing behind their daughter, his cock sliding back and forth across her smooth ass.
She had never felt a penis before, especially one as big and as hard as the guard behind her. She was afraid of what they were going to do to her. This was like prison, unable to stop them from taking her at their whim. But she worried about Mary the most. She was so fragile, and she was not sure if she would survive. She would have to do whatever she could to help her.
“Gag them!” The Priest didn’t want to hear their babbling.
Mary tasted the foul rag as it was thrust harshly in her mouth, her lips split wide, her cheeks bulging. It was dry, soaking up the spit in her mouth. But the taste was the worse, the odor of urine filling her nose. She gagged, trying to stop from vomiting in the gag, sure that she would choke to death if she did.
“MMMGG,” Sloane shaking her head as her mouth was filled with the dirty rag, gulping hard. It tasted as if someone had peed on it, the guard laughing quietly behind her.
“I saved up my piss just for you,” he whispered in her ear, his cock jerking against her ass cheeks. “Soon you’ll take a real cock in your mouth. I’ll drive the Devil out of you with my instrument.”
Mary was the first to be stripped naked. They made short work of the rags on her back, the threadbare dress ripping easily, leaving her clad in a pair of white panties long faded from use, now a dingy gray. Her breasts lay unprotected beneath her dress, not large enough to be contained in a corset, the family not able to afford the silky garments that the rich girls wore. She tried to fight them, succeeding only in making her breasts dance up and down as they held her tightly by her bound wrists, her face flushed in embarrassment.
“The undergarments. Shred those rags, she’ll have no use for them here.” Father Michael preferred the girls to be naked under the robes they would wear, their bodies always available to the men at a whim. He watched as a guard kneeled at her feet, another guard holding her legs together at the knees, making sure that neither would suffer from her kicking. He slowly peeled the thin panties down her legs, enjoying watching her suffer the humiliation, making sure that his fingers ran across her lush bush. She would be shorn later, for now her bush would protect her sex from the probing eyes of the men. The men released her legs, standing back to make sure that she didn’t kick them.
Father Michael was impressed with her body. Though she was the younger of the two, her body was already mature. She had a pair of firm breasts, with pert nipples that popped into hardness from the cold, damp air in the room. They stood up proudly as if they were beckoning the men to touch and caress them. There would be time for that after the parents left. Her hips were filling out, a slim waist, probably from lack of food gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her legs were coyly pressed together, her dense bush hiding her sex but there would be time for a more intimate examination later. She would soon learn that she would be examined often and by many, each person enjoying probing her body intimately. He approached her, the long, gleaming needle shining in the torches that lit the room. It was over eight inches long, the point sharp and pointed. “The Devil leaves his marks on his chosen.” He was talking to the parents as he eyed her naked body intimately. He found a large dark freckle on the top of her breast. “I can tell by the feel of the needle in the flesh if the mark is from the Devil.” He touched the end of the needle on the mark, the sharp tip slicing into her flesh with barely a drop of blood shed. Her body jerked, the guard behind her holding her tighter. Tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head in pain, only muffled noises coming from beneath the dirty gag stuffed in her mouth.
She thought she was dying when the Priest drove the tip of the needle at least an inch into her breast flesh. She shook and struggled as the guard held her tight, the Priest finally stopping, the needle standing up by itself, buried deep into her skin. A trickle of blood ran down her white breast, slowly running over her nipple, the pain so intense.
“The Devil has her soul,” he loudly acclaimed. He drew the needle out, the tip a bright red from her blood.
“Please save her Lord,” the Mother exclaimed. She hated to see her daughter in pain, but she knew it would be worse unless the Father could save her from the Devil.
“Don’t let the Devil take her, Father Michael,” the Father pleaded.
The guard swung her around, her naked ass facing the Father. “She has another mark, Father.” He touched her ass cheeks, hearing the muffled cry of indignation at being so rudely fondled in front of her parents. He pulled apart her cheeks, gazing at the tiny virgin hole nestled between them before she clenched her muscles and closed her cheeks from his view.
Father Michael pushed the needle into the birth mark on her right cheek; not even pausing until over two inches of sharp metal was in her ass cheeks, the flesh more muscled. She jerked back and forth, the guard holding her tightly against him, feeling her naked tits dancing against his chest. “The Devil will put up a fight to take this wench. Only I can save her, but it will be a long and painful journey to salvation.” He withdrew the needle, a tiny trickle of blood running down her cheek. “She barely bleeds from the needle. A sure sign that the Devil has her.” The guard swung her around, his hands pulling her arms behind her, thrusting out her young, taut breasts. His heavy boots slipped between her legs, making her spread her legs, crushing her toes beneath the heels of his boots when she dared defy him. Father Michael glared lustily at her naked body, his cock pushed hard against his rough robe. “Give her a robe and prepare the sister.” It would be easy with the older one, Sloane. She would do anything to protect her sister and Father Michael would make sure that she did.
Sloane was already crying as she watched her sister stripped naked, the needles pressed into her flesh while she screamed in pain. She knew they were going to do the same to her, but she tried to act defiant, holding her head up high. Hands grabbed her arms, pulling them harshly behind her back, one of the guards pressed up against her. She felt the bulge in his pants pushed up against her, afraid of what they would do to her. Father Michael stood in front of her, gazing at her, his eyes looking up and down her body. Not like a Priest, but as a man would. She had never met a Priest like him before and she feared him and what he would do to them.
“You are pretty young thing, Sloane. A virgin I hope,” he whispered in her ear.
She was and she hoped he would leave her alone, but she soon learned it would be futile.
“We’ll see how good you can be. Now let’s get a look at your naked body.” His fingers moved down the front of her peasant blouse, yanking the collar down until it ripped, the dirty, torn garment shredding in his hands. She was naked beneath, Sloane struggling to cover herself, the guard holding her tightly, her breasts dancing as she fought him. Like her sister, she had a few birth marks. His fingers danced quickly over her nipples, feeling them come to life from the touch, his fingers leaving them as tiny hard darts popping out. He was going to enjoy this one. She wouldn’t require much except some threats against her younger sister to get her to perform. And some of the older men would like the way she will cry and beg under a whip, willing to do anything to stop the pain. At seventy and eighty years old, they would enjoy the tightness of a twenty year old virgin again in their lifetime, forever grateful to Father Michael and his convent. They would pay dearly for the pleasure of Sloane’s company.
His fingers took liberties with her body that no man had ever done, all eyes on her half naked body, the torches lighting the cold, damp room. Her skirt was torn from her next, his hands slowly sliding down her undergarments, the humiliation worse as they all watched her treasures exposed to their eyes. The rough material of the guard behind her pushed between her legs, forcing her to open them wider, his heavy boots bruising her ankles as he banged his boots on the inside of her legs. Father Michael was gazing at her naked sex, Sloane ashamed as his hand ran so freely through her bush, a tingling in her loins as she was rudely handled. “NO!” She cried out silently in the gag. Father Michael had the needle in his hand, Sloane protesting as her eyes followed the shiny needle moving between her legs, the light of the torches shiny off the metal, hypnotizing her as it moved so close to her sex.
Father Michael pulled one of her pussy lips open, yanking it harshly to the side, surprised to find the inside of her petal damp with her dew. He pressed the needle into one fleshy lip of her vulva, her inhumane scream muffled by the foul tasting rag. He didn’t stop until it popped out the other side, Father Michael sliding the needle back and forth through the hole in her lip.
The pain wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. “EEEEEEH,” she screamed, the gag making it only a muffled sound, her body dancing in the tight bondage of the guards arm as her sex was pierced by the sharp needle. She couldn’t believe that he pierced her lip, the other end quickly popping out. She was at least grateful it was sharp. She had bitten her tongue, tasting blood in her mouth. The pain almost completely went away when the needle withdrew.
“See, she doesn’t even bleed from it,” all eyes on the petal of her flower, Father Michael keeping it pulled open and exposed to her parents. “The Devil will soon mate with her unless I can stop him. She will become his whore, drinking in his seed, bearing him bastard sons to follow in his footsteps. It is good you brought me your girls.”
Sloane’s mother rushed over to Father Michael, falling to his feet, pulling him close to her. “Help them, Father.” Tears were running down her face.
“The Lord has asked me to help them. He will be very demanding of your daughters. They will have to show their willingness to serve the Lord and his servants. They will be tested by the Lord until they perform without question. Only then will they be saved.”
“Thank you, Father Michael,” Mary’s Father gushed out gratefully. He was the local blacksmith and his business had slowed to a trickle, the townspeople afraid of his daughters, thus afraid to do business with him. He hoped the customers would return. “Anything you want is yours Father.”
“There is a way you can help me. I know you are a blacksmith. I’m always in the market for special items. The Lord gives me visions of various items that are used to restrain the girls here so I can purge their soul of the Devil. Very unique items built to fit the unique curves of the body of females.”
“Anything Father Michael. Just give me a drawing and I will build it for you.”
“Thank you. You may go now, but I would like to talk to your wife for a while first. I will send her home with one of my guards before nightfall.” He looked over at his wife, a beautiful creature beneath the cheap rags she wore. He would see how grateful she was before he sent her home.
The girls’ mother was a bit surprised, but she was willing to do anything to help her girls. They were her life. “Go home dear. I will be okay.” She watched as her husband left. Her daughters were given their clothes back, quickly putting them on, their faces stained with their tears. She kissed them on the cheek, the guards hustling them out of the room before they could say anything. She found herself alone with Father Michael.
“What may I call you?” Father Michael’s cock was in need of some relief. Tonight one of the girls would provide it, but he wanted the Mother first.
“Anna, your worship.” She watched as he sat in a large chair, almost as if he was King. It was on a pedestal, a large pillow in front of it, the altar behind it, a large statue of the Savior overlooking it all. A shadow of the cross, illuminated by a torch behind it cast across the pillow.
“Do you serve the Lord, Anna?” He looked at her, his cock throbbing at the lovely set of tits that pushed out the front of her blouse.
“Yes Father. My life is in the service of the Lord.”
“And his servants?”
“Of course, your Eminence. The Lord does not speak to me as he speaks to you.”
“He has spoken to me about you Anna. You should feel gifted. Kneel on the pillow.” He motioned for her at his feet.
She kneeled before him, looking at him. “I am honored that the Lord notices me.”
“He wanted me to help your daughters. In return, he wants you to worship his sword.”
“His sword Father? I don’t understand but I am willing to learn.”
Father Michael sat up in the chair, spreading his legs out until Anna was between them. His hand lifted her chin up until she was looking at his face. “His servant’s sword Anna. He wants you to worship his servant’s sword.”
She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at him, not sure what he wanted her to do. He gripped her hands, moving them both up onto his lap. He slipped them into the fold of his robe, Anna jerking them back when she felt his naked flesh beneath the robe.
“You defy the Lord, Anna!” He shouted out in a booming voice.
She was confused, but the anger of Father Michael shocked her even more. “No,” she apologized profusely. “You surprised me.”
“The Lord works in mysterious ways Anna.” He took her hands again, this time finding them limp as he moved them back to his lap. He slipped them into his robe again, this time not stopping until he felt her smooth hands encircling his hard cock. “Feel the Lord’s sword Anna.”
She let him have his way with her hands this time, finally figuring out what he wanted of her. Her hands were barely able to encircle his cock, the shaft thick, not like her husband’s. One hand went down and cupped his balls, hefting the heavy balls while her other hand began to slide up and down the shaft of his cock, her fingers tight around the shaft. After all, he was the servant of the Lord. Even as a young girl, the Priest had often touched her after Sunday School, brushing aside her skirts, his fingers finding her moist slit, her hands forced to rub his member up and down until he spurted all over her Sunday School clothes.
Father Michael enjoyed her skillful hands, hoping that her daughters possessed the innate skills. He opened his robe, exposing his cock to her view. “Drink in the mastery of the Lord,” he proudly proclaimed.
It was bigger than she could have imagined, the head an angry red, already glistening with his juices. His balls were covered in a wrinkled sack, Anna hefting the heavy balls in her palm. Her other hand slipped up, both hands covering the thick shaft, feeling the heat from the throbbing sword. It jerked in her hands, her fingers tightening as she tried to control his snake.
Father Michael picked up a small cross, the shiny gold cross glistening in the light. He kissed it. “Kiss the Lord’s sword, just like I kiss it.” He kissed the cross again.
Anna understood what he wanted. She had refused to take her husband’s penis in her mouth, but she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to refuse Father Michael. She just hoped she could get it over quickly. She pressed her mouth close to his cock, holding his cock tightly in her hand.
He almost came when he felt her hot breath on his cock, making it jerk in pleasure. He held his breath as he watched her head move so slowly towards the head of his cock, her tongue moving out of her lips, so sexily licking her lips as she prepared to suck his cock. “MMMMMM,” he sighed in pleasure, the gentle touch of her wet lips on the head of his cock bringing such pleasure to his loins. “Rub the Lord’s sword over your face and lips Anna.”
She did as he said, her hand guiding the hot flesh along her silky skin, a wet trail left by his juices. She touched it to her lips, the unmistakable salty taste covering her lips. She felt it leaking on her lips, her tongue uncontrollably licking her lips, the foul taste of cum filling her mouth. She pulled her tongue deep in her mouth, not wanting to accidentally touch it.
Father Michael’s hands moved down to her head, gripping her over her ears, pushing in and pulling her forward. “Open your mouth Anna. Take the Lords sword in your mouth. He wants you to take the Lord’s seed inside your mouth and swallow it.” He watched as her mouth opened submissively, a tiny oval, not big enough for his cock, but with enough force he would breach her oral cavern.
It felt as if a vise was holding her head, his eyes pushing painfully onto the sides of her head. She opened her mouth hesitantly, suddenly finding it pushed onto his waiting cock, breaching her mouth with a suddenness that took her breath away.
Her hot breath was more than he could stand, pulling her onto his cock, her mouth enveloping his cock in its hot, wet insides, his cock jerking as her tongue accidentally swished across it, trying to force it out. “Praise the Lord!” It felt so good inside her mouth.
It split her lips open wide, afraid they would tear as her lips tightened around the thick head of his cock. It jerked and shuddered in her hand, another rush of salty, thick crème falling on her tongue. She instinctively moved her tongue, running across the head of his cock before she could pull it back. She trembled as she kneeled at his feet, his cock throbbing in her mouth.
“Such a delightful creature of the Lord you are Anna.” His hands reached down and slid the top of her peasant blouse down, uncovering a lovely set of tits to his gaze. His fingers found her nipples, hardening the pink tips just as her daughters had reacted to the brief touch. All of the family seemed very amorous.
She was shocked again when her breasts were bared for him, his hands moving to rub her nipples just as her husband would do. One hand moved up to the back of her head, his hips driving his thick sword deeper into her mouth. She started to raise her hands.
“Keep your hands down Anna. Let the Lord have his way with your body. Pleasure his servant with your body.” He began to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth, his hand holding her head still, her lips tightened around his shaft as it moved in and out of her lips. He wouldn’t last long; her mouth while inexperienced was so hot and tight.
She couldn’t do anything except submit to him, his cock taking her mouth ruthlessly. Her tongue was pushed down by the thick cock, the flesh of his cock sliding, rasping along it as it slid in and out. Her nipples began to hurt, his fingers twisting and pulling them too hard. “GGGHHH,” she gagged as his cock pushed hard against her throat. She was glad he pulled back, but the next thrust, just as deep, choking on the thick helmet of his cock against her throat. Her choking and gagging and the sound of his balls slapping shamefully against her chin was the only noise in the room for the next five minutes, her cheeks bulging out as he used her mouth as if it were her sex.
Father Michael hoped the daughters would be as accommodating as their mother, her mouth so hot and tight, Father Michael fighting the urge to cum as long as he could. Finally he couldn’t contain himself any longer, both hands gripping her head in a vice-like grip as he came.
She couldn’t do anything to stop him, his hands too powerful, afraid of defying the Lord and his servant. She felt the first blast of cum in her mouth, her cheeks swelling up as they sought to contain the thick, pasty crème. She barely had time to swallow, cum dripping from her lips, his hands pulling her face back and forth over his cock, spewing another load of cum in her mouth, the foul taste of the salty crème permeating every corner of her mouth. Three times he came, three times she was forced to swallow his cum before his cock became limp, sitting heavily on her lips.
“Lick the Lord’s sword clean, Anna.” He enjoyed her energetic tongue as she sought to get it over quickly, finally spitting his limp cock from her mouth unceremoniously. She was red in shame as she stood up, covering her naked breasts, Father Michael noticing how red her nipples were from his rough handling of her flesh. She licked her lips, catching the last of the cum that dripped from them.
She bowed before him. “Thank you your Eminence. Take care of my daughters.” She worried more about her daughters now. It he took her mouth, what would he do to her innocent daughters? The guard showed up unexpectedly and ushered her from the room. Anna rushed to get home, ashamed at how she had performed.
Father Michael called in Father John. “Give the young one some of that mixture the Chinese workers gave you.”
“The opium Father Michael?”
“Yes, that’s it. It worked well the last time. I think the Devil will visit her tonight in her cell. The opium should make her groggy and her vision fuzzy. I will put on the mask and the long fingernails. They will leave proof on her body that the Devil took her. I think in the ass this time. We’ll save her virginity. I love to see the girls as they are taken for the first time, their virginity taken in a brutal thrust, their scream of pain adding to the pleasure.”
Father John’s cock grew hard at the thought of Father Michael sodomizing the new girl. She was small; the entry of his cock up her ass would be painful. He was sure that Father Michael would make her take the full measure of his cock up her tight asshole, taking her with deep punishing strokes until he filled her bowels with his seed. He would visit one of the other girls tonight to satisfy his lust, but first there would be Mary to prepare.


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The two girls stood in front of them, their bodies trembling, as they stood naked in the cold dungeon of the castle. The older one
stood almost defiant, her naked body revealed in the bright light of the torches that graced the walls. But the younger sister huddled near
her for protection, one hand crossed over her naked breasts, trying to hide them from his leering eyes. Her other hand lay nestled between
her thighs, unable to hide her heavy black bush from their prying eyes. Her body was red in humiliation at having to strip naked for his
inspection, especially as her Mother and Father stood idly by.

These two were the best he had seen. Father Michael had converted his vast estate that sat high on the hill overlooking the town,
into a convent for those that were cursed by the devil. He had become the Clergy and the Instructor, many of his rich friends contributing
to his cause, willing to part with some of their fortune for the chance at such delightful flesh, to force their perversions upon the girls
with impunity. There were now over seven girls under his care, but he was surprised when their parents brought these two to him, begging
him to help them.

“Please save our daughters. The devil has taken them and no matter how hard we have tried, we cannot help them. I fear for their
safety, the town is up in arms. If we didn’t get them out of town I fear that they would be burned at the stake as witches. You are our
last hope.” The girl’s father was desperate.

The Mother threw herself at his feet. “Please Father. Save our daughters. We will do anything.” She was desperate. She had been
told that high atop the hill stood a castle and that the Master of the house was able to cure girls that had been taken by the black forces
of the devil.

He saw the look of relief on their faces when he accepted their gift, two delightful girls, and hoped that they would be virgins. “It
will be a hard and arduous journey to saving your daughters. The Devil fights dirty and the only way for me to conquer him is to do the
same. You will have to entrust the care of your daughters to me for a period of one year. I will have complete control over them. You
will not even be allowed to visit them. It will be a difficult time for them, and they will be forced to suffer in order to rid the devil
from their soul. It is the wish of God that they suffer, just as his Son suffered for us. Do you agree to my terms?” He smiled as they
nodded their heads.

“I must first look for the mark of the devil on them.” He looked at the girls as they stood before him. “Strip off your clothes.”
His voice boomed in the dungeon, bouncing off the granite walls.

Sloane looked over at him in shock. She was the older sister, always protecting Mary. She wouldn’t take off her clothes for him,
even if he was a Priest. At twenty, still a virgin, she had never shown her naked body to a man and she was not about to do so, especially
with her Father standing only feet from her. Mary, her younger sister was eighteen and the shy one of the family. Sloane was positive she
also was a virgin, barely able to even talk to a boy, never mind being intimate with one. Sloane clutched Mary’s hand, hoping to protect
her, but not even sure that she could protect herself. He might wear the robes of a Priest, but he had the glint of the Devil in his
eyes.

Father Michael couldn’t wait, ordering his men. “Bind them and strip them naked.”

They were upon the girls before they could even react. There were four of them, two of them grabbed their wrists, yanked them harshly
behind their backs. Their wrists were pinned together as cruel rope was tied tightly around them. Too tightly, a groan escaped from their
lips as the circulation was cut off to their hands. Sloane’s eyes pleaded with her mother’s, but she gave no indication of changing her
mind, her devout religious upbringing leaving the decision in the hands of the Priest. The one guard whispered into her ear as he pulled
her towards him.

“I’m going to enjoy that lovely body soon enough, wench.” He pushed his cock against her ass, the parents unaware of what he was
doing behind their daughter, his cock sliding back and forth across her smooth ass.

She had never felt a penis before, especially one as big and as hard as the guard behind her. She was afraid of what they were going
to do to her. This was like prison, unable to stop them from taking her at their whim. But she worried about Mary the most. She was so
fragile, and she was not sure if she would survive. She would have to do whatever she could to help her.

“Gag them!” The Priest didn’t want to hear their babbling.

Mary tasted the foul rag as it was thrust harshly in her mouth, her lips split wide, her cheeks bulging. It was dry, soaking up the
spit in her mouth. But the taste was the worse, the odor of urine filling her nose. She gagged, trying to stop from vomiting in the gag,
sure that she would choke to death if she did.

“MMMGG,” Sloane shaking her head as her mouth was filled with the dirty rag, gulping hard. It tasted as if someone had peed on it,
the guard laughing quietly behind her.

“I saved up my piss just for you,” he whispered in her ear, his cock jerking against her ass cheeks. “Soon you’ll take a real cock in
your mouth. I’ll drive the Devil out of you with my instrument.”

Mary was the first to be stripped naked. They made short work of the rags on her back, the threadbare dress ripping easily, leaving
her clad in a pair of white panties long faded from use, now a dingy gray. Her breasts lay unprotected beneath her dress, not large enough
to be contained in a corset, the family not able to afford the silky garments that the rich girls wore. She tried to fight them, succeeding
only in making her breasts dance up and down as they held her tightly by her bound wrists, her face flushed in embarrassment.

“The undergarments. Shred those rags, she’ll have no use for them here.” Father Michael preferred the girls to be naked under the
robes they would wear, their bodies always available to the men at a whim. He watched as a guard kneeled at her feet, another guard holding
her legs together at the knees, making sure that neither would suffer from her kicking. He slowly peeled the thin panties down her legs,
enjoying watching her suffer the humiliation, making sure that his fingers ran across her lush bush. She would be shorn later, for now her
bush would protect her sex from the probing eyes of the men. The men released her legs, standing back to make sure that she didn’t kick
them.

Father Michael was impressed with her body. Though she was the younger of the two, her body was already mature. She had a pair of
firm breasts, with pert nipples that popped into hardness from the cold, damp air in the room. They stood up proudly as if they were
beckoning the men to touch and caress them. There would be time for that after the parents left. Her hips were filling out, a slim waist,
probably from lack of food gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her legs were coyly pressed together, her dense bush hiding her sex but
there would be time for a more intimate examination later. She would soon learn that she would be examined often and by many, each person
enjoying probing her body intimately. He approached her, the long, gleaming needle shining in the torches that lit the room. It was over
eight inches long, the point sharp and pointed. “The Devil leaves his marks on his chosen.” He was talking to the parents as he eyed her
naked body intimately. He found a large dark freckle on the top of her breast. “I can tell by the feel of the needle in the flesh if the
mark is from the Devil.” He touched the end of the needle on the mark, the sharp tip slicing into her flesh with barely a drop of blood
shed. Her body jerked, the guard behind her holding her tighter. Tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head in pain, only muffled
noises coming from beneath the dirty gag stuffed in her mouth.

She thought she was dying when the Priest drove the tip of the needle at least an inch into her breast flesh. She shook and struggled
as the guard held her tight, the Priest finally stopping, the needle standing up by itself, buried deep into her skin. A trickle of blood
ran down her white breast, slowly running over her nipple, the pain so intense.

“The Devil has her soul,” he loudly acclaimed. He drew the needle out, the tip a bright red from her blood.

“Please save her Lord,” the Mother exclaimed. She hated to see her daughter in pain, but she knew it would be worse unless the Father
could save her from the Devil.

“Don’t let the Devil take her, Father Michael,” the Father pleaded.

The guard swung her around, her naked ass facing the Father. “She has another mark, Father.” He touched her ass cheeks, hearing the
muffled cry of indignation at being so rudely fondled in front of her parents. He pulled apart her cheeks, gazing at the tiny virgin hole
nestled between them before she clenched her muscles and closed her cheeks from his view.

Father Michael pushed the needle into the birth mark on her right cheek; not even pausing until over two inches of sharp metal was in
her ass cheeks, the flesh more muscled. She jerked back and forth, the guard holding her tightly against him, feeling her naked tits
dancing against his chest. “The Devil will put up a fight to take this wench. Only I can save her, but it will be a long and painful
journey to salvation.” He withdrew the needle, a tiny trickle of blood running down her cheek. “She barely bleeds from the needle. A sure
sign that the Devil has her.” The guard swung her around, his hands pulling her arms behind her, thrusting out her young, taut breasts.
His heavy boots slipped between her legs, making her spread her legs, crushing her toes beneath the heels of his boots when she dared defy
him. Father Michael glared lustily at her naked body, his cock pushed hard against his rough robe. “Give her a robe and prepare the
sister.” It would be easy with the older one, Sloane. She would do anything to protect her sister and Father Michael would make sure that
she did.

Sloane was already crying as she watched her sister stripped naked, the needles pressed into her flesh while she screamed in pain.
She knew they were going to do the same to her, but she tried to act defiant, holding her head up high. Hands grabbed her arms, pulling
them harshly behind her back, one of the guards pressed up against her. She felt the bulge in his pants pushed up against her, afraid of
what they would do to her. Father Michael stood in front of her, gazing at her, his eyes looking up and down her body. Not like a Priest,
but as a man would. She had never met a Priest like him before and she feared him and what he would do to them.

“You are pretty young thing, Sloane. A virgin I hope,” he whispered in her ear.

She was and she hoped he would leave her alone, but she soon learned it would be futile.

“We’ll see how good you can be. Now let’s get a look at your naked body.” His fingers moved down the front of her peasant blouse,
yanking the collar down until it ripped, the dirty, torn garment shredding in his hands. She was naked beneath, Sloane struggling to cover
herself, the guard holding her tightly, her breasts dancing as she fought him. Like her sister, she had a few birth marks. His fingers
danced quickly over her nipples, feeling them come to life from the touch, his fingers leaving them as tiny hard darts popping out. He was
going to enjoy this one. She wouldn’t require much except some threats against her younger sister to get her to perform. And some of the
older men would like the way she will cry and beg under a whip, willing to do anything to stop the pain. At seventy and eighty years old,
they would enjoy the tightness of a twenty year old virgin again in their lifetime, forever grateful to Father Michael and his convent.
They would pay dearly for the pleasure of Sloane’s company.

His fingers took liberties with her body that no man had ever done, all eyes on her half naked body, the torches lighting the cold,
damp room. Her skirt was torn from her next, his hands slowly sliding down her undergarments, the humiliation worse as they all watched her
treasures exposed to their eyes. The rough material of the guard behind her pushed between her legs, forcing her to open them wider, his
heavy boots bruising her ankles as he banged his boots on the inside of her legs. Father Michael was gazing at her naked sex, Sloane
ashamed as his hand ran so freely through her bush, a tingling in her loins as she was rudely handled. “NO!” She cried out silently in the
gag. Father Michael had the needle in his hand, Sloane protesting as her eyes followed the shiny needle moving between her legs, the light
of the torches shiny off the metal, hypnotizing her as it moved so close to her sex.

Father Michael pulled one of her pussy lips open, yanking it harshly to the side, surprised to find the inside of her petal damp with
her dew. He pressed the needle into one fleshy lip of her vulva, her inhumane scream muffled by the foul tasting rag. He didn’t stop until
it popped out the other side, Father Michael sliding the needle back and forth through the hole in her lip.

The pain wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. “EEEEEEH,” she screamed, the gag making it only a muffled sound, her body dancing
in the tight bondage of the guards arm as her sex was pierced by the sharp needle. She couldn’t believe that he pierced her lip, the other
end quickly popping out. She was at least grateful it was sharp. She had bitten her tongue, tasting blood in her mouth. The pain almost
completely went away when the needle withdrew.

“See, she doesn’t even bleed from it,” all eyes on the petal of her flower, Father Michael keeping it pulled open and exposed to her
parents. “The Devil will soon mate with her unless I can stop him. She will become his whore, drinking in his seed, bearing him bastard
sons to follow in his footsteps. It is good you brought me your girls.”

Sloane’s mother rushed over to Father Michael, falling to his feet, pulling him close to her. “Help them, Father.” Tears were
running down her face.

“The Lord has asked me to help them. He will be very demanding of your daughters. They will have to show their willingness to serve
the Lord and his servants. They will be tested by the Lord until they perform without question. Only then will they be saved.”

“Thank you, Father Michael,” Mary’s Father gushed out gratefully. He was the local blacksmith and his business had slowed to a
trickle, the townspeople afraid of his daughters, thus afraid to do business with him. He hoped the customers would return. “Anything you
want is yours Father.”

“There is a way you can help me. I know you are a blacksmith. I’m always in the market for special items. The Lord gives me visions
of various items that are used to restrain the girls here so I can purge their soul of the Devil. Very unique items built to fit the unique
curves of the body of females.”

“Anything Father Michael. Just give me a drawing and I will build it for you.”

“Thank you. You may go now, but I would like to talk to your wife for a while first. I will send her home with one of my guards
before nightfall.” He looked over at his wife, a beautiful creature beneath the cheap rags she wore. He would see how grateful she was
before he sent her home.

The girls’ mother was a bit surprised, but she was willing to do anything to help her girls. They were her life. “Go home dear. I
will be okay.” She watched as her husband left. Her daughters were given their clothes back, quickly putting them on, their faces stained
with their tears. She kissed them on the cheek, the guards hustling them out of the room before they could say anything. She found herself
alone with Father Michael.

“What may I call you?” Father Michael’s cock was in need of some relief. Tonight one of the girls would provide it, but he wanted
the Mother first.

“Anna, your worship.” She watched as he sat in a large chair, almost as if he was King. It was on a pedestal, a large pillow in
front of it, the altar behind it, a large statue of the Savior overlooking it all. A shadow of the cross, illuminated by a torch behind it
cast across the pillow.

“Do you serve the Lord, Anna?” He looked at her, his cock throbbing at the lovely set of tits that pushed out the front of her
blouse.

“Yes Father. My life is in the service of the Lord.”

“And his servants?”

“Of course, your Eminence. The Lord does not speak to me as he speaks to you.”

“He has spoken to me about you Anna. You should feel gifted. Kneel on the pillow.” He motioned for her at his feet.

She kneeled before him, looking at him. “I am honored that the Lord notices me.”

“He wanted me to help your daughters. In return, he wants you to worship his sword.”

“His sword Father? I don’t understand but I am willing to learn.”

Father Michael sat up in the chair, spreading his legs out until Anna was between them. His hand lifted her chin up until she was
looking at his face. “His servant’s sword Anna. He wants you to worship his servant’s sword.”

She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at him, not sure what he wanted her to do. He gripped her hands, moving them both up
onto his lap. He slipped them into the fold of his robe, Anna jerking them back when she felt his naked flesh beneath the robe.

“You defy the Lord, Anna!” He shouted out in a booming voice.

She was confused, but the anger of Father Michael shocked her even more. “No,” she apologized profusely. “You surprised me.”

“The Lord works in mysterious ways Anna.” He took her hands again, this time finding them limp as he moved them back to his lap. He
slipped them into his robe again, this time not stopping until he felt her smooth hands encircling his hard cock. “Feel the Lord’s sword
Anna.”

She let him have his way with her hands this time, finally figuring out what he wanted of her. Her hands were barely able to encircle
his cock, the shaft thick, not like her husband’s. One hand went down and cupped his balls, hefting the heavy balls while her other hand
began to slide up and down the shaft of his cock, her fingers tight around the shaft. After all, he was the servant of the Lord. Even as a
young girl, the Priest had often touched her after Sunday School, brushing aside her skirts, his fingers finding her moist slit, her hands
forced to rub his member up and down until he spurted all over her Sunday School clothes.

Father Michael enjoyed her skillful hands, hoping that her daughters possessed the innate skills. He opened his robe, exposing his
cock to her view. “Drink in the mastery of the Lord,” he proudly proclaimed.

It was bigger than she could have imagined, the head an angry red, already glistening with his juices. His balls were covered in a
wrinkled sack, Anna hefting the heavy balls in her palm. Her other hand slipped up, both hands covering the thick shaft, feeling the heat
from the throbbing sword. It jerked in her hands, her fingers tightening as she tried to control his snake.

Father Michael picked up a small cross, the shiny gold cross glistening in the light. He kissed it. “Kiss the Lord’s sword, just
like I kiss it.” He kissed the cross again.

Anna understood what he wanted. She had refused to take her husband’s penis in her mouth, but she was sure that she wouldn’t be able
to refuse Father Michael. She just hoped she could get it over quickly. She pressed her mouth close to his cock, holding his cock tightly
in her hand.

He almost came when he felt her hot breath on his cock, making it jerk in pleasure. He held his breath as he watched her head move so
slowly towards the head of his cock, her tongue moving out of her lips, so sexily licking her lips as she prepared to suck his cock.
“MMMMMM,” he sighed in pleasure, the gentle touch of her wet lips on the head of his cock bringing such pleasure to his loins. “Rub the
Lord’s sword over your face and lips Anna.”

She did as he said, her hand guiding the hot flesh along her silky skin, a wet trail left by his juices. She touched it to her lips,
the unmistakable salty taste covering her lips. She felt it leaking on her lips, her tongue uncontrollably licking her lips, the foul taste
of cum filling her mouth. She pulled her tongue deep in her mouth, not wanting to accidentally touch it.

Father Michael’s hands moved down to her head, gripping her over her ears, pushing in and pulling her forward. “Open your mouth Anna.
Take the Lords sword in your mouth. He wants you to take the Lord’s seed inside your mouth and swallow it.” He watched as her mouth
opened submissively, a tiny oval, not big enough for his cock, but with enough force he would breach her oral cavern.

It felt as if a vise was holding her head, his eyes pushing painfully onto the sides of her head. She opened her mouth hesitantly,
suddenly finding it pushed onto his waiting cock, breaching her mouth with a suddenness that took her breath away.

Her hot breath was more than he could stand, pulling her onto his cock, her mouth enveloping his cock in its hot, wet insides, his
cock jerking as her tongue accidentally swished across it, trying to force it out. “Praise the Lord!” It felt so good inside her mouth. />
It split her lips open wide, afraid they would tear as her lips tightened around the thick head of his cock. It jerked and shuddered
in her hand, another rush of salty, thick crème falling on her tongue. She instinctively moved her tongue, running across the head of his
cock before she could pull it back. She trembled as she kneeled at his feet, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

“Such a delightful creature of the Lord you are Anna.” His hands reached down and slid the top of her peasant blouse down, uncovering
a lovely set of tits to his gaze. His fingers found her nipples, hardening the pink tips just as her daughters had reacted to the brief
touch. All of the family seemed very amorous.

She was shocked again when her breasts were bared for him, his hands moving to rub her nipples just as her husband would do. One hand
moved up to the back of her head, his hips driving his thick sword deeper into her mouth. She started to raise her hands.

“Keep your hands down Anna. Let the Lord have his way with your body. Pleasure his servant with your body.” He began to stroke his
cock in and out of her mouth, his hand holding her head still, her lips tightened around his shaft as it moved in and out of her lips. He
wouldn’t last long; her mouth while inexperienced was so hot and tight.

She couldn’t do anything except submit to him, his cock taking her mouth ruthlessly. Her tongue was pushed down by the thick cock,
the flesh of his cock sliding, rasping along it as it slid in and out. Her nipples began to hurt, his fingers twisting and pulling them too
hard. “GGGHHH,” she gagged as his cock pushed hard against her throat. She was glad he pulled back, but the next thrust, just as deep,
choking on the thick helmet of his cock against her throat. Her choking and gagging and the sound of his balls slapping shamefully against
her chin was the only noise in the room for the next five minutes, her cheeks bulging out as he used her mouth as if it were her sex.

Father Michael hoped the daughters would be as accommodating as their mother, her mouth so hot and tight, Father Michael fighting the
urge to cum as long as he could. Finally he couldn’t contain himself any longer, both hands gripping her head in a vice-like grip as he
came.

She couldn’t do anything to stop him, his hands too powerful, afraid of defying the Lord and his servant. She felt the first blast of
cum in her mouth, her cheeks swelling up as they sought to contain the thick, pasty crème. She barely had time to swallow, cum dripping
from her lips, his hands pulling her face back and forth over his cock, spewing another load of cum in her mouth, the foul taste of the
salty crème permeating every corner of her mouth. Three times he came, three times she was forced to swallow his cum before his cock
became limp, sitting heavily on her lips.

“Lick the Lord’s sword clean, Anna.” He enjoyed her energetic tongue as she sought to get it over quickly, finally spitting his limp
cock from her mouth unceremoniously. She was red in shame as she stood up, covering her naked breasts, Father Michael noticing how red her
nipples were from his rough handling of her flesh. She licked her lips, catching the last of the cum that dripped from them.

She bowed before him. “Thank you your Eminence. Take care of my daughters.” She worried more about her daughters now. It he took
her mouth, what would he do to her innocent daughters? The guard showed up unexpectedly and ushered her from the room. Anna rushed to get
home, ashamed at how she had performed.

Father Michael called in Father John. “Give the young one some of that mixture the Chinese workers gave you.”

“The opium Father Michael?”

“Yes, that’s it. It worked well the last time. I think the Devil will visit her tonight in her cell. The opium should make her
groggy and her vision fuzzy. I will put on the mask and the long fingernails. They will leave proof on her body that the Devil took her.
I think in the ass this time. We’ll save her virginity. I love to see the girls as they are taken for the first time, their virginity
taken in a brutal thrust, their scream of pain adding to the pleasure.”

Father John’s cock grew hard at the thought of Father Michael sodomizing the new girl. She was small; the entry of his cock up her
ass would be painful. He was sure that Father Michael would make her take the full measure of his cock up her tight asshole, taking her
with deep punishing strokes until he filled her bowels with his seed. He would visit one of the other girls tonight to satisfy his lust,
but first there would be Mary to prepare.


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The two girls stood in front of them, their bodies trembling, as they stood naked in the cold dungeon of the castle. The older one

stood almost defiant, her naked body revealed in the bright light of the torches that graced the walls. But the younger sister huddled near

her for protection, one hand crossed over her naked breasts, trying to hide them from his leering eyes. Her other hand lay nestled between

her thighs, unable to hide her heavy black bush from their prying eyes. Her body was red in humiliation at having to strip naked for his

inspection, especially as her Mother and Father stood idly by.


These two were the best he had seen. Father Michael had converted his vast estate that sat high on the hill overlooking the town,

into a convent for those that were cursed by the devil. He had become the Clergy and the Instructor, many of his rich friends contributing

to his cause, willing to part with some of their fortune for the chance at such delightful flesh, to force their perversions upon the girls

with impunity. There were now over seven girls under his care, but he was surprised when their parents brought these two to him, begging

him to help them.


“Please save our daughters. The devil has taken them and no matter how hard we have tried, we cannot help them. I fear for their

safety, the town is up in arms. If we didn’t get them out of town I fear that they would be burned at the stake as witches. You are our

last hope.” The girl’s father was desperate.


The Mother threw herself at his feet. “Please Father. Save our daughters. We will do anything.” She was desperate. She had been

told that high atop the hill stood a castle and that the Master of the house was able to cure girls that had been taken by the black forces

of the devil.


He saw the look of relief on their faces when he accepted their gift, two delightful girls, and hoped that they would be virgins. “It

will be a hard and arduous journey to saving your daughters. The Devil fights dirty and the only way for me to conquer him is to do the

same. You will have to entrust the care of your daughters to me for a period of one year. I will have complete control over them. You

will not even be allowed to visit them. It will be a difficult time for them, and they will be forced to suffer in order to rid the devil

from their soul. It is the wish of God that they suffer, just as his Son suffered for us. Do you agree to my terms?” He smiled as they

nodded their heads.


“I must first look for the mark of the devil on them.” He looked at the girls as they stood before him. “Strip off your clothes.”

His voice boomed in the dungeon, bouncing off the granite walls.


Sloane looked over at him in shock. She was the older sister, always protecting Mary. She wouldn’t take off her clothes for him,

even if he was a Priest. At twenty, still a virgin, she had never shown her naked body to a man and she was not about to do so, especially

with her Father standing only feet from her. Mary, her younger sister was eighteen and the shy one of the family. Sloane was positive she

also was a virgin, barely able to even talk to a boy, never mind being intimate with one. Sloane clutched Mary’s hand, hoping to protect

her, but not even sure that she could protect herself. He might wear the robes of a Priest, but he had the glint of the Devil in his

eyes.


Father Michael couldn’t wait, ordering his men. “Bind them and strip them naked.”


They were upon the girls before they could even react. There were four of them, two of them grabbed their wrists, yanked them harshly

behind their backs. Their wrists were pinned together as cruel rope was tied tightly around them. Too tightly, a groan escaped from their

lips as the circulation was cut off to their hands. Sloane’s eyes pleaded with her mother’s, but she gave no indication of changing her

mind, her devout religious upbringing leaving the decision in the hands of the Priest. The one guard whispered into her ear as he pulled

her towards him.


“I’m going to enjoy that lovely body soon enough, wench.” He pushed his cock against her ass, the parents unaware of what he was

doing behind their daughter, his cock sliding back and forth across her smooth ass.


She had never felt a penis before, especially one as big and as hard as the guard behind her. She was afraid of what they were going

to do to her. This was like prison, unable to stop them from taking her at their whim. But she worried about Mary the most. She was so

fragile, and she was not sure if she would survive. She would have to do whatever she could to help her.


“Gag them!” The Priest didn’t want to hear their babbling.


Mary tasted the foul rag as it was thrust harshly in her mouth, her lips split wide, her cheeks bulging. It was dry, soaking up the

spit in her mouth. But the taste was the worse, the odor of urine filling her nose. She gagged, trying to stop from vomiting in the gag,

sure that she would choke to death if she did.


“MMMGG,” Sloane shaking her head as her mouth was filled with the dirty rag, gulping hard. It tasted as if someone had peed on it,

the guard laughing quietly behind her.


“I saved up my piss just for you,” he whispered in her ear, his cock jerking against her ass cheeks. “Soon you’ll take a real cock in

your mouth. I’ll drive the Devil out of you with my instrument.”


Mary was the first to be stripped naked. They made short work of the rags on her back, the threadbare dress ripping easily, leaving

her clad in a pair of white panties long faded from use, now a dingy gray. Her breasts lay unprotected beneath her dress, not large enough

to be contained in a corset, the family not able to afford the silky garments that the rich girls wore. She tried to fight them, succeeding

only in making her breasts dance up and down as they held her tightly by her bound wrists, her face flushed in embarrassment.


“The undergarments. Shred those rags, she’ll have no use for them here.” Father Michael preferred the girls to be naked under the

robes they would wear, their bodies always available to the men at a whim. He watched as a guard kneeled at her feet, another guard holding

her legs together at the knees, making sure that neither would suffer from her kicking. He slowly peeled the thin panties down her legs,

enjoying watching her suffer the humiliation, making sure that his fingers ran across her lush bush. She would be shorn later, for now her

bush would protect her sex from the probing eyes of the men. The men released her legs, standing back to make sure that she didn’t kick

them.


Father Michael was impressed with her body. Though she was the younger of the two, her body was already mature. She had a pair of

firm breasts, with pert nipples that popped into hardness from the cold, damp air in the room. They stood up proudly as if they were

beckoning the men to touch and caress them. There would be time for that after the parents left. Her hips were filling out, a slim waist,

probably from lack of food gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her legs were coyly pressed together, her dense bush hiding her sex but

there would be time for a more intimate examination later. She would soon learn that she would be examined often and by many, each person

enjoying probing her body intimately. He approached her, the long, gleaming needle shining in the torches that lit the room. It was over

eight inches long, the point sharp and pointed. “The Devil leaves his marks on his chosen.” He was talking to the parents as he eyed her

naked body intimately. He found a large dark freckle on the top of her breast. “I can tell by the feel of the needle in the flesh if the

mark is from the Devil.” He touched the end of the needle on the mark, the sharp tip slicing into her flesh with barely a drop of blood

shed. Her body jerked, the guard behind her holding her tighter. Tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head in pain, only muffled

noises coming from beneath the dirty gag stuffed in her mouth.


She thought she was dying when the Priest drove the tip of the needle at least an inch into her breast flesh. She shook and struggled

as the guard held her tight, the Priest finally stopping, the needle standing up by itself, buried deep into her skin. A trickle of blood

ran down her white breast, slowly running over her nipple, the pain so intense.


“The Devil has her soul,” he loudly acclaimed. He drew the needle out, the tip a bright red from her blood.


“Please save her Lord,” the Mother exclaimed. She hated to see her daughter in pain, but she knew it would be worse unless the Father

could save her from the Devil.


“Don’t let the Devil take her, Father Michael,” the Father pleaded.


The guard swung her around, her naked ass facing the Father. “She has another mark, Father.” He touched her ass cheeks, hearing the

muffled cry of indignation at being so rudely fondled in front of her parents. He pulled apart her cheeks, gazing at the tiny virgin hole

nestled between them before she clenched her muscles and closed her cheeks from his view.


Father Michael pushed the needle into the birth mark on her right cheek; not even pausing until over two inches of sharp metal was in

her ass cheeks, the flesh more muscled. She jerked back and forth, the guard holding her tightly against him, feeling her naked tits

dancing against his chest. “The Devil will put up a fight to take this wench. Only I can save her, but it will be a long and painful

journey to salvation.” He withdrew the needle, a tiny trickle of blood running down her cheek. “She barely bleeds from the needle. A sure

sign that the Devil has her.” The guard swung her around, his hands pulling her arms behind her, thrusting out her young, taut breasts.

His heavy boots slipped between her legs, making her spread her legs, crushing her toes beneath the heels of his boots when she dared defy

him. Father Michael glared lustily at her naked body, his cock pushed hard against his rough robe. “Give her a robe and prepare the

sister.” It would be easy with the older one, Sloane. She would do anything to protect her sister and Father Michael would make sure that

she did.


Sloane was already crying as she watched her sister stripped naked, the needles pressed into her flesh while she screamed in pain.

She knew they were going to do the same to her, but she tried to act defiant, holding her head up high. Hands grabbed her arms, pulling

them harshly behind her back, one of the guards pressed up against her. She felt the bulge in his pants pushed up against her, afraid of

what they would do to her. Father Michael stood in front of her, gazing at her, his eyes looking up and down her body. Not like a Priest,

but as a man would. She had never met a Priest like him before and she feared him and what he would do to them.


“You are pretty young thing, Sloane. A virgin I hope,” he whispered in her ear.


She was and she hoped he would leave her alone, but she soon learned it would be futile.


“We’ll see how good you can be. Now let’s get a look at your naked body.” His fingers moved down the front of her peasant blouse,

yanking the collar down until it ripped, the dirty, torn garment shredding in his hands. She was naked beneath, Sloane struggling to cover

herself, the guard holding her tightly, her breasts dancing as she fought him. Like her sister, she had a few birth marks. His fingers

danced quickly over her nipples, feeling them come to life from the touch, his fingers leaving them as tiny hard darts popping out. He was

going to enjoy this one. She wouldn’t require much except some threats against her younger sister to get her to perform. And some of the

older men would like the way she will cry and beg under a whip, willing to do anything to stop the pain. At seventy and eighty years old,

they would enjoy the tightness of a twenty year old virgin again in their lifetime, forever grateful to Father Michael and his convent.

They would pay dearly for the pleasure of Sloane’s company.


His fingers took liberties with her body that no man had ever done, all eyes on her half naked body, the torches lighting the cold,

damp room. Her skirt was torn from her next, his hands slowly sliding down her undergarments, the humiliation worse as they all watched her

treasures exposed to their eyes. The rough material of the guard behind her pushed between her legs, forcing her to open them wider, his

heavy boots bruising her ankles as he banged his boots on the inside of her legs. Father Michael was gazing at her naked sex, Sloane

ashamed as his hand ran so freely through her bush, a tingling in her loins as she was rudely handled. “NO!” She cried out silently in the

gag. Father Michael had the needle in his hand, Sloane protesting as her eyes followed the shiny needle moving between her legs, the light

of the torches shiny off the metal, hypnotizing her as it moved so close to her sex.


Father Michael pulled one of her pussy lips open, yanking it harshly to the side, surprised to find the inside of her petal damp with

her dew. He pressed the needle into one fleshy lip of her vulva, her inhumane scream muffled by the foul tasting rag. He didn’t stop until

it popped out the other side, Father Michael sliding the needle back and forth through the hole in her lip.


The pain wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. “EEEEEEH,” she screamed, the gag making it only a muffled sound, her body dancing

in the tight bondage of the guards arm as her sex was pierced by the sharp needle. She couldn’t believe that he pierced her lip, the other

end quickly popping out. She was at least grateful it was sharp. She had bitten her tongue, tasting blood in her mouth. The pain almost

completely went away when the needle withdrew.


“See, she doesn’t even bleed from it,” all eyes on the petal of her flower, Father Michael keeping it pulled open and exposed to her

parents. “The Devil will soon mate with her unless I can stop him. She will become his whore, drinking in his seed, bearing him bastard

sons to follow in his footsteps. It is good you brought me your girls.”


Sloane’s mother rushed over to Father Michael, falling to his feet, pulling him close to her. “Help them, Father.” Tears were

running down her face.


“The Lord has asked me to help them. He will be very demanding of your daughters. They will have to show their willingness to serve

the Lord and his servants. They will be tested by the Lord until they perform without question. Only then will they be saved.”


“Thank you, Father Michael,” Mary’s Father gushed out gratefully. He was the local blacksmith and his business had slowed to a

trickle, the townspeople afraid of his daughters, thus afraid to do business with him. He hoped the customers would return. “Anything you

want is yours Father.”


“There is a way you can help me. I know you are a blacksmith. I’m always in the market for special items. The Lord gives me visions

of various items that are used to restrain the girls here so I can purge their soul of the Devil. Very unique items built to fit the unique

curves of the body of females.”


“Anything Father Michael. Just give me a drawing and I will build it for you.”


“Thank you. You may go now, but I would like to talk to your wife for a while first. I will send her home with one of my guards

before nightfall.” He looked over at his wife, a beautiful creature beneath the cheap rags she wore. He would see how grateful she was

before he sent her home.


The girls’ mother was a bit surprised, but she was willing to do anything to help her girls. They were her life. “Go home dear. I

will be okay.” She watched as her husband left. Her daughters were given their clothes back, quickly putting them on, their faces stained

with their tears. She kissed them on the cheek, the guards hustling them out of the room before they could say anything. She found herself

alone with Father Michael.


“What may I call you?” Father Michael’s cock was in need of some relief. Tonight one of the girls would provide it, but he wanted

the Mother first.


“Anna, your worship.” She watched as he sat in a large chair, almost as if he was King. It was on a pedestal, a large pillow in

front of it, the altar behind it, a large statue of the Savior overlooking it all. A shadow of the cross, illuminated by a torch behind it

cast across the pillow.


“Do you serve the Lord, Anna?” He looked at her, his cock throbbing at the lovely set of tits that pushed out the front of her

blouse.


“Yes Father. My life is in the service of the Lord.”


“And his servants?”


“Of course, your Eminence. The Lord does not speak to me as he speaks to you.”


“He has spoken to me about you Anna. You should feel gifted. Kneel on the pillow.” He motioned for her at his feet.


She kneeled before him, looking at him. “I am honored that the Lord notices me.”


“He wanted me to help your daughters. In return, he wants you to worship his sword.”


“His sword Father? I don’t understand but I am willing to learn.”


Father Michael sat up in the chair, spreading his legs out until Anna was between them. His hand lifted her chin up until she was

looking at his face. “His servant’s sword Anna. He wants you to worship his servant’s sword.”


She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at him, not sure what he wanted her to do. He gripped her hands, moving them both up

onto his lap. He slipped them into the fold of his robe, Anna jerking them back when she felt his naked flesh beneath the robe.


“You defy the Lord, Anna!” He shouted out in a booming voice.


She was confused, but the anger of Father Michael shocked her even more. “No,” she apologized profusely. “You surprised me.”


“The Lord works in mysterious ways Anna.” He took her hands again, this time finding them limp as he moved them back to his lap. He

slipped them into his robe again, this time not stopping until he felt her smooth hands encircling his hard cock. “Feel the Lord’s sword

Anna.”


She let him have his way with her hands this time, finally figuring out what he wanted of her. Her hands were barely able to encircle

his cock, the shaft thick, not like her husband’s. One hand went down and cupped his balls, hefting the heavy balls while her other hand

began to slide up and down the shaft of his cock, her fingers tight around the shaft. After all, he was the servant of the Lord. Even as a

young girl, the Priest had often touched her after Sunday School, brushing aside her skirts, his fingers finding her moist slit, her hands

forced to rub his member up and down until he spurted all over her Sunday School clothes.


Father Michael enjoyed her skillful hands, hoping that her daughters possessed the innate skills. He opened his robe, exposing his

cock to her view. “Drink in the mastery of the Lord,” he proudly proclaimed.


It was bigger than she could have imagined, the head an angry red, already glistening with his juices. His balls were covered in a

wrinkled sack, Anna hefting the heavy balls in her palm. Her other hand slipped up, both hands covering the thick shaft, feeling the heat

from the throbbing sword. It jerked in her hands, her fingers tightening as she tried to control his snake.


Father Michael picked up a small cross, the shiny gold cross glistening in the light. He kissed it. “Kiss the Lord’s sword, just

like I kiss it.” He kissed the cross again.


Anna understood what he wanted. She had refused to take her husband’s penis in her mouth, but she was sure that she wouldn’t be able

to refuse Father Michael. She just hoped she could get it over quickly. She pressed her mouth close to his cock, holding his cock tightly

in her hand.


He almost came when he felt her hot breath on his cock, making it jerk in pleasure. He held his breath as he watched her head move so

slowly towards the head of his cock, her tongue moving out of her lips, so sexily licking her lips as she prepared to suck his cock.

“MMMMMM,” he sighed in pleasure, the gentle touch of her wet lips on the head of his cock bringing such pleasure to his loins. “Rub the

Lord’s sword over your face and lips Anna.”


She did as he said, her hand guiding the hot flesh along her silky skin, a wet trail left by his juices. She touched it to her lips,

the unmistakable salty taste covering her lips. She felt it leaking on her lips, her tongue uncontrollably licking her lips, the foul taste

of cum filling her mouth. She pulled her tongue deep in her mouth, not wanting to accidentally touch it.


Father Michael’s hands moved down to her head, gripping her over her ears, pushing in and pulling her forward. “Open your mouth Anna.

Take the Lords sword in your mouth. He wants you to take the Lord’s seed inside your mouth and swallow it.” He watched as her mouth

opened submissively, a tiny oval, not big enough for his cock, but with enough force he would breach her oral cavern.


It felt as if a vise was holding her head, his eyes pushing painfully onto the sides of her head. She opened her mouth hesitantly,

suddenly finding it pushed onto his waiting cock, breaching her mouth with a suddenness that took her breath away.


Her hot breath was more than he could stand, pulling her onto his cock, her mouth enveloping his cock in its hot, wet insides, his

cock jerking as her tongue accidentally swished across it, trying to force it out. “Praise the Lord!” It felt so good inside her mouth.
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It split her lips open wide, afraid they would tear as her lips tightened around the thick head of his cock. It jerked and shuddered

in her hand, another rush of salty, thick crème falling on her tongue. She instinctively moved her tongue, running across the head of his

cock before she could pull it back. She trembled as she kneeled at his feet, his cock throbbing in her mouth.


“Such a delightful creature of the Lord you are Anna.” His hands reached down and slid the top of her peasant blouse down, uncovering

a lovely set of tits to his gaze. His fingers found her nipples, hardening the pink tips just as her daughters had reacted to the brief

touch. All of the family seemed very amorous.


She was shocked again when her breasts were bared for him, his hands moving to rub her nipples just as her husband would do. One hand

moved up to the back of her head, his hips driving his thick sword deeper into her mouth. She started to raise her hands.


“Keep your hands down Anna. Let the Lord have his way with your body. Pleasure his servant with your body.” He began to stroke his

cock in and out of her mouth, his hand holding her head still, her lips tightened around his shaft as it moved in and out of her lips. He

wouldn’t last long; her mouth while inexperienced was so hot and tight.


She couldn’t do anything except submit to him, his cock taking her mouth ruthlessly. Her tongue was pushed down by the thick cock,

the flesh of his cock sliding, rasping along it as it slid in and out. Her nipples began to hurt, his fingers twisting and pulling them too

hard. “GGGHHH,” she gagged as his cock pushed hard against her throat. She was glad he pulled back, but the next thrust, just as deep,

choking on the thick helmet of his cock against her throat. Her choking and gagging and the sound of his balls slapping shamefully against

her chin was the only noise in the room for the next five minutes, her cheeks bulging out as he used her mouth as if it were her sex.


Father Michael hoped the daughters would be as accommodating as their mother, her mouth so hot and tight, Father Michael fighting the

urge to cum as long as he could. Finally he couldn’t contain himself any longer, both hands gripping her head in a vice-like grip as he

came.


She couldn’t do anything to stop him, his hands too powerful, afraid of defying the Lord and his servant. She felt the first blast of

cum in her mouth, her cheeks swelling up as they sought to contain the thick, pasty crème. She barely had time to swallow, cum dripping

from her lips, his hands pulling her face back and forth over his cock, spewing another load of cum in her mouth, the foul taste of the

salty crème permeating every corner of her mouth. Three times he came, three times she was forced to swallow his cum before his cock

became limp, sitting heavily on her lips.


“Lick the Lord’s sword clean, Anna.” He enjoyed her energetic tongue as she sought to get it over quickly, finally spitting his limp

cock from her mouth unceremoniously. She was red in shame as she stood up, covering her naked breasts, Father Michael noticing how red her

nipples were from his rough handling of her flesh. She licked her lips, catching the last of the cum that dripped from them.


She bowed before him. “Thank you your Eminence. Take care of my daughters.” She worried more about her daughters now. It he took

her mouth, what would he do to her innocent daughters? The guard showed up unexpectedly and ushered her from the room. Anna rushed to get

home, ashamed at how she had performed.


Father Michael called in Father John. “Give the young one some of that mixture the Chinese workers gave you.”


“The opium Father Michael?”


“Yes, that’s it. It worked well the last time. I think the Devil will visit her tonight in her cell. The opium should make her

groggy and her vision fuzzy. I will put on the mask and the long fingernails. They will leave proof on her body that the Devil took her.

I think in the ass this time. We’ll save her virginity. I love to see the girls as they are taken for the first time, their virginity

taken in a brutal thrust, their scream of pain adding to the pleasure.”


Father John’s cock grew hard at the thought of Father Michael sodomizing the new girl. She was small; the entry of his cock up her

ass would be painful. He was sure that Father Michael would make her take the full measure of his cock up her tight asshole, taking her

with deep punishing strokes until he filled her bowels with his seed. He would visit one of the other girls tonight to satisfy his lust,

but first there would be Mary to prepare.



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Gratuitous violence without being at all erotic 1 out of 5 (Hannah)

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Author Information

Powerone resides at the beach in San Diego where scantily clad females
forever perk his imagination.

A prolific, best selling author, he captivates readers by bringing them into the minds of both male and female lead characters. With vivid description and rich detail, Powerone draws readers
into a world often found only in fantasy and leaves them aching for more.

 


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