The Priest Teaches His Flock Ch 12

She hated the taste of his sword, knowing that it was covered in his juices and the blood from her innocence, but she suffered, her tongue licking the limp flesh, tasting the salty, metallic tasting fluid from his organ. She felt it growing in her mouth, feeling so proud that she could do such a thing to a powerful Bishop. She looked over at Sally. Her hands were stroking Father John’s sword, the head of it glistening in juices as he watched Charlotte perform with Bishop Samuel. Sally’s other hand cupped his testicles while Father John’s hand was busy between her legs. Charlotte couldn’t see where Father John’s fingers were, but she assumed it was up Sally’s backside, the look of distaste on Sally’s face.

It didn’t take Bishop Samuel very long to get hard again, Charlotte quickly finding her mouth stretched to the limit as it grew inside her cheeks. She tightened her lips around the thick shaft; her tongue lapping at it as a cat would, hoping to please him. He pulled his sword out of her mouth, Charlotte disappointed as she felt the emptiness.

Bishop Samuel saw the look on Charlotte’s face. “Do not despair Child. You will have another chance to serve the Lord.” He stroked his cock, seeing her face brighten up again. She had cum under his cock, wanting more of the same now that she learned the pleasures his cock could bring. “You still have one more virgin hole to give to the Lord.” His cock jerked in pleasure at the thought of snuggling up in her hot, tight asshole.

Charlotte knew it would hurt when he took her in her backside, noticing the pained look on Sally’s face when they both took her. But that didn’t persuade her away, the thought that Bishop Samuel would make her cum again and the gift of her virginity that she would be giving the Lord making it worthwhile. She had so much to give to the Lord. “My body is to serve the Lord and his servants. I will do whatever is required of me.”

Bishop Samuel was eager to explore her. “On the bed.” He ordered her, watching as she climbed onto the large bed. “On your stomach.” He admired her firm, taut ass cheeks and the way they seemed to arch up. “Yes, such a lovely body Charlotte.” He gripped one of her ankles, spreading her ankle to the far side of the bed. He moved to the other side, standing between her legs as he yanked the other harshly, spreading it wide until she spread like a wish bone. He could see her tiny asshole peeking out from between her cheeks, pulling her leg wider until the crease all but disappeared, the tiny puckered hole barely visible. “Your backside will please my sword Charlotte.” He slipped between her wide-spread legs, crawling on his knees, his thick cock jutting out in front, hard as a rock from the sight of her virgin hole. He bent over her ass, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her ass up submissively. He liked the way she looked, her ass arched up, his hand smothering down her back, positioned as if she were offering up her asshole for sacrifice. This is exactly what she was doing.

She felt so vulnerable, her legs aching as Bishop Samuel’s spread her so wide. Even her anus burned, the tiny hole pulled wide, Bishop Samuel’s hands urging her ass up high into the air until she was posed for his pleasure, Charlotte almost embarrassed that she looked so obscenely exposed. She turned to look at Bishop Samuel, her face red in shame when she saw how hard his member was, knowing it was her body that was testing him. “Take my sinful body Bishop. Purge it with your sword.”

Bishop Samuel took some of the oil, stroking his cock as he rubbed in it. He dribbled some of the oil on her asshole, seeing the way her tiny hole began to spasm from the unfamiliar touch of the cold oil on her hot hole. He rubbed the edges of her puckered hole, seeing her fighting the strange urges that ran through her body. He pushed into her hole with his finger, driving it into her rectum with a suddenness that drew a gasp from her lips. He held her hip with his other hand as he skewered her hot, tight asshole with his finger. “Take it Child!” His voice was adamant, pulling her back onto his probing finger. She bucked beneath his finger as she struggled under the rude probing. He twisted his finger inside her, his cock dancing in delight as he felt her muscles clenching uncontrollably on his finger, eager to replace his finger with his cock.

“OH GOD!” She cried out as she felt the burning as his finger unceremoniously plunged into her backside. Even the oil didn’t help much, pressing forward to try to escape the cruel ravishment of her backside. His hand pulled her back onto the finger as it slid deeper into her backside. She could feel her muscles trying to push it out, unable to control them as she felt her backside impaled on his thick finger. God, if his finger hurt this much, how would she ever take his thick sword? His finger was relentless as it pressed deeper inside her, her stomach cramping as his fingertip pushed painfully on her muscles deep in her rectum. She couldn’t do anything to stop him as he continued to plunge deeper inside her, her anal ring burning as his thick knuckle pushed inside her. “OOOOHHH, it hurts,” she moaned in pain, her hips moving to the side to try to escape the thick finger.

Bishop Samuel shoved his finger deeper inside her until his knuckles banged against her anal ring, twisting and turning it deep inside her hot, clenching passage, enjoying the pleasure from her resisting muscles. “Take it for the Lord, Charlotte. You must learn to bear the pain to serve the Lord.” He pulled his finger until it was almost out, then plunged in back in deep inside her with a powerful thrust that took her breath away. He was preparing her for his cock.

She went from full to empty then to full again, gasping at the pain as his finger plunged deep inside her. His finger hurt badly enough, twisting and turning inside her, her stomach cramping from the unnatural probing of her insides. Her ass was still arched up submissively as Bishop Samuel took her backside with his finger. She clenched her muscles when she felt the relief as his finger left her, her anus clenching uncontrollably even when she was empty. She looked back at him, stroking his sword with oil, his hips shifting forward until she felt the unmistakable feeling of his hot sword on her anus. “Please Lord. Help me take his servants sword in my backside,” she prayed aloud as she felt the pressure on her anus, Bishop Samuel’s hands tightening on her hips, keeping her pulled back, unable to escape his sword.

His cock jerked in pleasure when he pushed against her hot asshole, covering her tiny hole with the huge head of his cock. He heard her prayer, not wanting to disappoint her, pulling her hips back onto his cock as he pushed forward with his hips. He enjoyed the way her tight hole fought back, seeing its losing battle as her anal ring slowly began to stretch as he began to breach her virgin hole. Wider and wider it expanded until the tip of his cock began to push into her dark forbidden asshole, his thick head stretching her open wider. He grunted as he gave her a powerful shove with his hips, holding her onto his rampaging cock, finally breaching her virgin asshole.

“EEEEHH,” she screamed in pain as her tiny hole burned, afraid he had torn her when she felt the unmistakable feeling of his hot flesh inside her backside. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to comprehend the pain that came from her backside. “Please don’t move,” she cried out. It hurt more than she could have imagined. She was grateful that Bishop Samuel paused, his flesh feeling strange as it throbbed inside her rectum.

It felt as if his cock was in a vise, a hot tight vise that kept it pinned inside her asshole. He held it still, letting her grow accustomed to having him inside her. Her back was covered in sweat, her face contoured in pain as she looked at him with pleading eyes. “Take the Lords sword Charlotte. Please him.” He began to push again, grunting as he fought her resisting muscles, her anal ring slipping over his cock like a tight band. He had the head of his cock inside her rectum, feeling the heat of her body, her muscles fighting to shove out the invading member. She bucked beneath him as he slowly pulled her asshole onto his hard cock like a sock, his hands on her hips pulling her back on his rigid member. “Feel my sword Charlotte.” He pushed harder, his slick cock pushing aside all resistance as it slowly slipped into her clenching bowels. He pulled out until the head of his cock was gripped possessively by her asshole, then plunged in again, driving his thick shaft into the depths of her bowels.

It felt like a log in her backside, his sword relentless as it pushed deeper inside her. As he plunged in, her stomach would cramp as his flesh pushed aside her muscles, touching her in places that were not meant to be touched. She couldn’t even control her muscles any longer, her backside a burning mass of pain as his sword rampaged her virgin passage. Bishop Samuel was relentless, his sword never still, continuing to plunge in and out of her backside, her body buffeted by his powerful strokes. She thought it would never end, his sword continued to plunge deeper into her colon, straightening up parts of it not meant to be straightened, painful cramps in her stomach giving his thick member pleasure as her muscles fought to push it out. He would pull his sword out, feeling her insides dragged out by the powerful pressure until his sword was captured by her anal ring. He would pause for a second, Charlotte gasping as he plunged back in, his long sword sinking deep into her bowels. Her only relief was to finally feel his stomach pushed against her butt, knowing that she had his sword as deep as he could get it, her passage cramping on the thick member.

Bishop Samuel was stroking her asshole with his cock, enjoying the way her muscles rippled along the shaft as he took her. He made her take the full measure of his cock plunging so deep inside her that his stomach slapped harshly against her up-thrust ass cheeks, jarring her body. She grunted painfully when he fucked in, groaning as he pulled out, taking his powerful strokes. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer, her hot, tight insides bringing such pleasure to his throbbing member. The other Priests would enjoy her tight backside, Charlotte sure to find herself with many swords sodomizing her asshole. Many of the Priests enjoyed boys, but Charlotte’s asshole would provide suitable enjoyment should they not find any willing or unwilling boys to accommodate their perversions.