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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