The Priest Teaches His Flock Ch 9 & Ch 10

She rubbed his sword, cringing when his hands moved towards her chest, bracing herself for the inevitable fondling. She felt his hands encircle her globes and squeeze hard, not stopping until he heard her moan in pain as her breasts were tightly trapped in his powerful grip. His fingers moved to her blouse, slowly opening the buttons, his eyes staring into hers as he gradually stripped her naked again, unable to stop him from having his way with her. His hands pulling her blouse to the side, her plain white bra now exposed, her hand still rubbing his sword up and down, feeling it jump in his pants.

Father John let his hands roam over her bra, feeling the resilient flesh beneath his fingers, molding her breast meat as she continued the slow, sensuous massaging of his eager cock. He longed to sheath it inside her tight pussy for the first time and feel her squeeze until he filled her with the Lord’s seed. “Slip your blouse off for me, Sally,” his hands running over the top of her breasts, delighting in the feel of her naked flesh. She slipped it off her shoulders and arms, placing it on the floor. “Back to my sword, Sally, but don’t let my seed spill yet or you will be punished,” slowly rubbing his cock again. Moving closer to her, his hands slipping behind her back, his mouth next to her ear as he unhooked her bra, his hands rubbing over her back, letting her feel how naked she will be in a minute. “I just love your breasts, Sally. They were meant to be shared with the Lord,” moving away, pulling the bra straps off her shoulders and letting them slide down her arms. “Let it fall to the floor,” he ordered her.

Sally let her bra fall, not even attempting to hide her naked breasts, knowing that Father John would simply force her to expose them. She moved back down to his sword, rubbing it back and forth, hoping to get it over soon. She felt his fingertips move to her nipples, feeling them instantly harden, his fingernails rubbing over the swelling tips, stimulating them to hard little points.

Father John was pleased with the way her tits looked, the youthful globes with no sag, her nipples almost pointed, the dark areolas encircling the pink nipples, almost like a target. A target that his fingers found instantly, pinching the flesh between his powerful fingers, watching her face grimace in pain as he had his way with her flesh. “The Lord has given you a beautiful pair of breasts, Sally, and such wonderful nipples, so hard and pointed,” twisting them as he talked to her. He enjoyed the sight of her half-naked body, his hands boldly running over her breasts while she stood before him, her hands slowly masturbating his hard cock. “God has given you so many talents, Sally. Your hands do such a wonderful job on my sword. Now, move over to the cross, Sally. I have such a treat for you today,” pushing her until she was facing the cross.

Feeling Father John behind her, his hands on her naked waist, his penis thrust up against her. She cringed when she heard his voice and saw what he had in his hands.

“Put your wrists together, Sally. The Lord wants you bound to his cross, just as Jesus was. He wants you to give your body to him as an offering.” Father John began wrapping the leather strips around Sally’s wrists as she held them together for him. He tightened them, seeing the black leather digging into her white skin. He took her bound hands and attached them to the rope hanging from the pulley at the top of the cross. He began to raise her arms, the rope slowly pulling her wrists higher and higher until they were well above her head.

Her naked breasts straining upwards as Father John continued to stretch her arms above her head, almost fully extended before he stopped. His hands returned to her body again, rubbing up her naked sides, Sally fidgeting, his fingers tickling her as they moved towards her breasts, again. His hands molding her breasts, hot hands hefting them up, fingers playing with her nipples until they became hard again, pinching and pulling them up higher, stretching them from her body.

Father John’s hands molding her hips before reaching back and unhooking her skirt, the zipper sliding effortlessly down, his hands letting the material fall. He admired her ass cheeks, the white panties molding them tightly. His hands running over the taut flesh, feeling her clench as he did. “The Lord loves your body, Sally. He has given you so much to offer Him.” His hands grabbing the panties at the top and slowly peeling them down over her flaring hips, down her legs. “Step out of them, Sally,” he watched as she moved one foot up at a time, pushing the panties to the side. Naked, her arms bound high over her head, so vulnerable and that is how he liked her, naked and open.

Sally pulled on her wrists, Father John pushing his penis against her naked butt, his hard sword rubbing up and down her cheeks. “No, not any higher,” she cried out, stretching out on her toes as Father John pulled her wrists up further, Sally’s lithe body yanked firm, her toes already aching from balancing on them.

“I like your body, Sally, so taut and ready, your muscles tightened. We must prepare you to receive the Lord’s offerings.” Father John moved to the side of Sally, admiring the silhouette of her naked body, her nipples still hard and pointed, her legs stretched tightly. He had another leather strip in his hand, bending down to grab her left ankle, wrapping the leather strip tightly around it, one end left trailing on the ground.

Sally felt her foot pulled from the ground, Father John’s hand encircling her bound ankle and moving it up towards the cross. She now understood his plan for her. He wanted her legs bound to the crosspiece, his hands moving her leg higher and higher, her crotch opening up as she precariously balanced on one leg. She knew once she was bound, she would be spread wide open, her sex completely exposed. She knew that is what he wanted. “Mmmmm,” she moaned in pain as her leg was bent, lifting it high over the cross piece before letting it fall again, this time the wooden cross keeping it from returning to the ground. Father John made quick work of securing her ankle to the wooden cross, but not before pulling her leg outward to the farthest reach, pulled wide, her crotch already splitting. She felt the rough wood on her tender skin, small slivers of wood jabbing into her flesh reminding her of how she was bound.

Father John let his hand rub along her open thigh, enjoying his handiwork, her leg spread wide, her sex splitting open for him. Rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, moving to her sex, touching it for the first time, today. He felt her shiver as he did. “So open, Sally. So open for the Lord.”

He moved to the other side, quickly securing her other ankle with another leather strip, pulling her ankle up, seeing her other leg open wider, her crotch now split wide. “Hold tight, Sally,” feeling her body tense as he pulled up, her entire weight now supported by her wrists. “Once I have you secured, the pressure will be off your hands.”

Sally thought she was being split up the middle, her sex stretched unbelievably open as Father John pulled her other leg up and out, moving it wide to the far reaches of the crosspiece before securing it tightly. Her butt slumping down; gravity doing its job. She could feel how open she was, embarrassed at how she must look, feeling Father John standing behind her, staring at her open sex. Her pussy lips pulled apart widely, her butt crack stretched open wide. Even when she tightened her cheeks it did little to protect her tiny anus from his gaze. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, moving up behind her, feeling that she was at the perfect height for his sword. That is what she feared. While not technically a virgin, she still had not had a penis inside her vagina, a fact she was now sure that Father John was going to rectify, his cock adequately aroused by Sally’s hand.

Father John slipped his fingers between her spread pussy lips and began to slide up and down her slit, feeling the moisture begin to form. “Be a good girl, Sally and get wet for the Lord.” One finger pressing a pussy lip to the side, the other finger running up and down the inner silky flesh, touching every spot on her lips, forcing the juices to flow. Now the other lip, pulled outward, fingers rubbing the wetness up and down, lubricating her for when his cock would thrust inside her. Father John pulled both pussy lips apart, her tiny vagina nestled tightly inside, the elastic opening so small. He moved his fingers up higher, seeking out and finding her clit, not surprised to find it already erect. While she might verbally protest his rude fondling of her body, she could not stop her body from hotly responding to the bondage and forced masturbation.