The Priest Teaches His Flock-Ch 11 The Retreat

Charlotte opened her mouth as wide as she could, feeling the corners of her mouth stretching, almost tearing, two hot pieces of pulsating flesh pushing along her lips, each seeking entrance, each big enough by itself to fill her mouth, unsure if she would be able to handle two at once. But, they were not giving her that option, her own sister aiding them, her own sister’s hand pushing Father John’s cock in her mouth, as Bishop Samuel poised his cock on her lips, waiting for Father John to join him.

Bishop Samuel held her head, pushing, Father John joining him, seeing Charlotte’s lips spreading wider. “Real wide, Charlotte. Show us you can serve the Lord by taking both of our swords in your mouth.” Neither could wait any longer, Charlotte forced to take them in, their cockheads slowly engulfed, each inside rubbing against the other in her innocent mouth.

Charlotte felt stuffed, a strange feeling as her tongue ran over the two cocks, their cum mixing to fill her mouth again with the salty flavor of their demon seeds, the thick fluid leaking from the heads of their cocks. They finally stopped, each no longer willing to push any deeper without causing her extreme pain and tearing, more willing to use her as they did now, ready to fill her mouth with their cum. She didn’t fully realized how much semen they would dump in her mouth, now she was faced with the dilemma of two cumming at the same time.

“Stroke my cock, Sally, make it cum inside your sister’s mouth,” Father John eager to make Sally participate in Charlotte’s degradation. He was ready, hoping that Bishop Samuel was also, eager to see how much cum they could fill Charlotte’s mouth with at the same time. 

Bishop Samuel continued stroking his cock, “now, Charlotte, when we cum, I want you to swallow it all, don’t let any drip out of your mouth or you will be punished. You must swallow the demon seed as your act of contrition.” He saw consent in her eyes, her tongue eagerly running over his head, feeling Father John’s cock rubbing against her sweet mouth. “Charlotte, squeeze my balls, squeeze the cum from them. You too, Sally, squeeze the demon seed from Father John’s balls, empty them into your sister’s mouth. Let her taste these holy fluids.”

Charlotte gripped his hot balls, feeling his cock jerk in her mouth, the twin shafts ready to cum. She braced herself, feeling the shafts jerk, almost feeling the cum running up the thick shaft. Her mouth was filling with a thick, pasty fluid, Father John’s seed joining in with the Bishop’s. She swallowed, almost choking, gagging as the thick seed slowly ran down her throat into her stomach. As soon as she emptied one mouthful, she was filled again, the hot fluid shooting out onto her tongue, the salty taste permeating her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, unable to contain all of the mixture, Charlotte trying to swallow as fast as she could, each time her mouth filled again. They came forever, her gagging only stimulating them to fill her again. She finally felt them get soft, her tongue pushing the flaccid organs from her mouth. She bent over, spitting up a mouthful of cum, the thick fluid dripping from her lips in a long string to fall on the floor, choking as she did, fearing the punishment of not swallowing as they had asked.

Bishop Samuel lifted up her head, “you did a good job of serving the Lord, Charlotte. We have many other tasks for you to perform to see if you are worthy of the job ahead of you; tasks that Sally will show you how to do. Now it is time for Sally to be punished. You can see what you will suffer if you fail to do as you are asked.”

Father John moved over to Sally, pulling her up from the prayer bench. “Take off your clothes, Sally. Bishop Samuel hasn’t seen your shameful body that tempts me so. Quickly, don’t keep the Lord waiting. It is time for your punishment.”

“Please, Father John, I won’t do it again,” she was begging, but her hands were already moving to her blouse, quickly stripping it off, not wanting to see the looks on their faces as her body was revealed. She looked over at Charlotte, watching intently. The bra was next, her hands moving over her naked breasts, trying to hide them from their leering eyes. 

“Don’t cover your sinful breasts, Sally,” Bishop Samuel ordered, watching as her hands slid to her sides, her breasts heaving, her breathing labored. “Look, her nipples are already hard. She has lust in her heart. I think her lust should be punished. Take off the rest of your clothes, Sally, then it will be time to ride the bench over in the corner. Your breasts will bear the brunt of the punishment.”

Sally feared what they were going to do to her. She was hoping they would just spank her as Father John had done on numerous occasions. He did it often until his member was hard, then Sally would have to satisfy his lust with whatever means he required of her, her mouth or her pussy, she would have to take his sword until he unloaded his demon seed inside her. Now, the Bishop was talking of punishing her breasts, a thought sounding too painful to endure. They really couldn’t think of doing that to her, her breasts too sensitive, especially her nipples. She quickly slipped out of the rest of her clothes, hoping her willingness would inspire them to a lesser punishment.

Father John helped her up onto the bench, lifting her up high; Bishop Samuel on the other side grabbing her other leg and forcing her to straddle the sharp leather ridge. She felt split up the middle, sliding back and forth, hoping to relieve some of the pain on her labia as the ridge pushed her pussy lips apart, her tender, pink insides rubbing on the dry leather ridge. Her wrists were grabbed, a tight rope wrapped around, binding them together, then thrown over a heavy beam above her, Father John was pulling the rope back down, her wrists being forced up into the air until they were stretching up high, Sally fearful as it left her youthful breasts so vulnerable. 

“Tie her ankles down,” Father John grabbed one ankle, another rope being pulled through the ring in the floor, Sally’s legs pulling downward, forcing her pussy to sit harder on the ridge, Bishop Samuel making short work of her other leg. Her naked body perching high on the bench, her pussy split by the sharp, leather ridge, her legs spreading wide to the sides, her arms high above her head. Her naked body now available for whatever punishment they decided to inflict on her. Father John picked up a short, flexible rod made of fiberglass, similar to a fishing rod. Pulling the tip back and bending back, then releasing it, he let the top of the rod shoot out quickly, slapping hard on the leather bench near Sally. “I think something in her mouth would be appropriate,” picking up her panties and forcing her mouth open, stuffing them deep with one finger, her cheeks bulging out. Rubbing his hands over her breasts, first cupping, then encircling the resilient flesh, he squeezed, fingertips rubbing the nipples, forcing them to stick out, Father John making them better targets for the rod.

“Over here, Charlotte,” Bishop Samuel pulling her down on the chair near the bench. “If you don’t behave, I will have to do that to you.” She was on his lap, his hand already unbuttoning her blouse, reaching in to grasp her bra-encased breasts, “I’ll have to beat these little beauties,” his fingers already rough with her breasts. “Take off your blouse and bra,” eager to manhandle her young breasts.” Even though he had already cum, his cock was hard again, at the thought of the breast punishment Sally was about to receive. Charlotte, complying quickly, stripping to the waist as his hands were moving to her naked breasts, pinching and prodding the tender flesh, forcing her to squirm her ass, rubbing against his lengthening cock beneath her, her sex already wet.

Father John began lightly tapping on the tender underside of Sally’s breasts, moving back and forth from one to the other. Flick, flick. Sally’s eyes widened as the light tapping that barely hurt at first began to take its toll, the rod licking the same spots over and over in a monotonous rhythm, the skin turning a light pink. He gripped one of her nipples, pulling up on it, exposing more tender flesh underneath, the rod slapping back and forth over it. Her nipple stretching as the rod continued its assault, moving on to the other breast, that nipple gripped tighter, stretching higher up, the rod dancing over the revealed naked flesh.

It began to hurt more, Father John hitting harder and hitting the same spot over and over. His fingers pinched her nipples hard, making them bigger targets which he then released and quickly took advantage of. She felt a fiery pain in each tip, the rod striking her squarely on the tender pink nipples, burning. Her upper body was shaking and turning, trying to avoid the rod, but Father John followed her, delighting in the way her tits were bouncing around, the rod striking them over and over again, unerringly finding the nipples and inflicting the painful punishment.

Charlotte was not fairing much better, Bishop Samuel excited by Sally’s breast punishment, began taking out his measure of justice on Charlotte, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples as she gasped in pain. “I like how you squirm around on my lap, rubbing your cute little bottom on my sword.” Then he bent down, his mouth encircling one pink tip, closing his lips around it, his teeth holding it tightly, his tongue running back and forth over the trapped nub.

Sally couldn’t believe the fiery pain that shot through her nipples when Father John struck the hard tips with the rod. How could he do such a thing to me? The rod striking the sensitive tips with such force that she shuddered in the tight bondage they had placed her in, her hips moving back and forth with the pain, her breasts dancing as she tried to escape each successive blow of the rod. But Father John was good at following her body, each time seeking out one of her nipples and striking it firmly with the end of the rod, the sharp slap of the plastic driving another muffled scream from her panty-clogged mouth, tears running down her cheeks. She felt his fingers on her nipples, knowing that he was only making sure they were hard for the rod, rubbing the sensitive flesh, forcing it to grow. She felt his fingers leave, bracing herself for the rod again, tearing a muffled scream from her lips as he struck each one harder, the rod slapping harshly across the now reddened skin, the rod burying itself deep into her firm flesh. 

Bishop Samuel’s fingers were tearing into Charlotte’s breasts, pinching and squeezing the firm flesh in a frenzy of lust brought about by Sally’s breast whipping. He was hoping that the same opportunity would present itself with Charlotte, a small indiscretion the only reason he needed to punish her. 

Father John started moving the rod down onto her stomach, slapping at her tender abdomen, making her jerk back and forth on the ridge, seeing her pussy wet the leather as she slid back and forth. He swung the rod lower, slapping it so it hit the top of her slit, seeing her eyes open wide as she silently screamed in her gag, as her clit was beat with the rod.

Unbelievable pain shot up her spine when he hit her clit, then slapping at her ass, driving her back and forth, her labia painfully scraping back and forth along the sharp ridge, like a knife opening up her pussy. He finally stopped, his hands moving up to cup her swollen breasts, the skin now red with marks, the nipples hard and sensitive, Sally flinching when his fingers touched them. She could feel his hands moving down to her slit, finding her clit and rubbing it. His other hand went around to her cheeks, his finger sliding up and down her sweat-covered crack until finding her anus.

“My sword has not visited you here, yet.” Pushing with his finger, Father John forcefully entered her rectum making her jerk forward, his other hand pinching her clit, driving her back down onto the fingertip that was now embedded in her hot rectum. “This weekend, you will learn how to pleasure the Lord’s servant with your backside. Now, I want you to cum for your sister and Bishop Samuel.” Squeezing her clit harder, he was forcing her to ride back onto his finger, trapping it in her hot, buttery insides. Her insides clenching his finger tightly as he screwed it in, making her feel the hard knuckles as he twisted it side to side.

At least the pain from the rod had stopped, but it felt like the ridge was ruining her for life with Father John forcing her back and forth along the sharp edge, her slit rubbing harshly along the leather. And then there was the strange fullness of his finger forcing itself up her backside, his knuckles bashing against her opening, the rest of his finger moving around her insides like a small snake. Sally glanced over at Bishop Samuel and Charlotte, his hands abusing her sister’s naked breasts as she bounced on his lap, knowing the pleasure that Charlotte was forced to give him with her butt rubbing his sword. She felt Father John pinch her clit harder, driving his other finger deeper inside her. She knew the only way she would be released would be if she came for him. Trying to block out the pain of the ridge, she concentrated on the finger rubbing her clit to erection, slapping at her swollen bud. A spasm passed through her backside, a burning sensation as the finger continued to massage the muscle trying to force his finger out. She refused to think of Father John pushing his sword up her tiny backside, his finger already causing her significant pain. 

Father John leaned forward, sucking on her nipples, his lips surrounding the hard flesh, suctioning it into his mouth, his tongue rubbing along the beaten flesh. He saw her eyes closing, her hips riding the ridge, her labia sliding up and down as he continued fingering her backside. He could see her juices coating the leather, knowing that she would cum soon. “Yes, Sally, cum for us,” he encouraged, his finger rubbing her clit more gently now, his tongue lapping at her beaten nipples, his finger burrowing deep in her colon. 

Sally couldn’t help herself any longer, her body demanding release, the first orgasm shuddering through her body. The pain mixing with pleasure as Father John’s mouth and fingers sent rippling pleasure through her body when she came, flooding the leather ridge with her juices, ashamed as she felt how wet she had become. His finger in her butt shoved in deep, twisting and turning in her clenching anal tract, the orgasm racing through her body. The second orgasm hit when Father John bent his finger in her butt, stretching it wider than it had ever been, his other finger playing with her clit. She looked up, humiliated when she saw Bishop Samuel and Charlotte watching her intently, Father Samuel still playing harshly with Charlotte’s breasts, the young flesh now pink from abuse.

“Good girl, Sally.” He untied her, her body slumping to the floor as he helped her off, his arms holding her up when she struggled to regain her footing. “Both of you get ready for bed. We will be in to lead you in your bedtime prayers.” Father John let his fingers roam over Sally’s ass, whispering in her ear, “you will have to service my sword before you sleep, Sally. You can show Charlotte how to use your God given talent to pleasure the Lord’s servants. Now off you go, child.”

Bishop Samuel pinched Charlotte’s nipple one last time. “Into the bedroom. I will be with you shortly,” taking her hand and pushing it against his hard cock. “You will have to take care of this tonight,” watching her breasts bouncing as she joined Sally in going into their bedroom.

"This bed is so big," Charlotte jumped into the bed, bouncing on the soft mattress. Her short nightgown hiking up her thighs, her brief panties barely visible. "How did we get so lucky?"

Sally was not so happy, she knew the truth. "Charlotte, it's big enough for four. And, I think sometime soon Father John and Bishop Samuel will be joining us. Do you understand what that means?" She wasn't sure, but she suspected that they might leave Charlotte alone tonight, letting her watch, knowing that it was her that they would be interested in; her body that would be taken by them tonight.

"Are they going to have sex with us, tonight? Both of us?" The thought had entered her mind, especially after having sucked the Bishop’s cock. When she had thought of it, it sounded much cruder than when it was happening. She now understood what Sally had done with Father John. The way he played with her body after punishing her, that he was so familiar with it, knowing now that Sally had submitted to him before. Now, she knew why her sister hadn’t wanted her to come to the retreat. But, that was not what she wanted. She was going to be a nun, serve the Lord. If she had to also serve Bishop Samuel, she was willing to do it for God. This was her calling in life and Bishop Samuel had promised to help her.

"I'm not sure about you, but I'm sure they will have sex with me. I'm just afraid of both of them, afraid of what they will do to me." She slid her nightgown up her legs, Father John giving both of them the nightgowns, realizing that they were short and that she was not given any panties to wear, for a reason; Father John making no pretense of what he was expecting from her. "It will be even more embarrassing with you here, seeing your face as they have me, unable to stop them from doing whatever they with me. I wish Mom hadn’t made us do this, I wish she understood it better."