Chapter 8: The Celebration of the Candles

Father John waited for Sally, his cock already hard at the thought of her tight body. It would soon be time to fuck her. He planned on taking her virginity today, not with his cock but a large dildo. It would be God's will that she relinquish her virginity.

Sally dreaded going to see Father John again today, but there was no way she could get out of it. Her parents thought Father John was God, or at least Jesus, if not the next best thing for her. It was getting more difficult talking them out of bringing her sister Becky along for "lessons." Becky even bugged her to come along, unsuspecting of what she would be forced to endure. She was younger and more impressionable and would surely do anything Father John ordered her, thinking that she was fulfilling her destiny to God. Sally suspected that God did not have much to do with it, it was all Father John's desires, but her parents were too insistent that she submit.

Sally wore a pair of jeans and a wool button down shirt. Winter was almost here and it was beginning to get cold. She entered the church, going to the rectory in the back. Father John was waiting, sitting at his desk, just as she knew he would be.

"Good afternoon Sally. Are you ready to do the Lord's will?"

"Afternoon, Father John. Yes, I'm here to do whatever is required of me. My parents are most insistent that I obey you and do the Lord's work."

"Good girl, let's go into the other room. We are going to do something very special today."

"The other room?" She was frightened by the ominous sound of his voice. It was bad enough in his office with his desk.

Father John moved next to her, putting his arm around her waist, "yes down here, Sally." They moved down the hall to the last door and Father John opened it. There was a long staircase down to the basement.

"That's the basement Father!"

"Sssshhh, little girl. The Lord works in many places. This will be much quieter and we will not be disturbed." He urged her down the stairs, Sally hesitating. The door closed behind them, only the light at the foot of the stairs flickering. It looked like candle light.

"I'm scared." Sally trembled. They would be in the basement; even screams would not be heard.

"Nothing to be scared of Sally. We are down here to celebrate the Lord today."

"Celebrate?"

"Yes, today is the Celebration of the Candles. A very special day usually reserved only for the priests and nuns. We celebrate the important part that candles play in the religious ceremonies. You are lucky to be able to participate in the service. The Bishop has granted you special permission because of your active religious training and your outstanding progress."

"The Bishop knows what we do?"

"I have told the Bishop how well you are responding to the intense religious training. In fact, you are invited to a weekend retreat with the Bishop and me."

"A weekend? No, I don't want to go," she protested, not wanting to spend a whole weekend with him, even if they Bishop would also be there.

"Nonsense Sally. I have already talked to your mother and she has given her permission. She thinks it is an honor that the Bishop invited you and that he will be present. I could have your sister Becky instead, would you rather I do that? She is younger than you, isn't she? I imagine that she would be easier to train in my ways, don't you think? I'll train her like I am training you, to serve the Lord and me as the vessel of the Lord." He stopped on the stairs; his hand reaching up to her breast, lightly caressing the young flesh. "Though she is not as mature as you are," making his point by gently squeezing. "Should I invite Becky instead?" His hand continued to rub her breast, making no excuse for the fondling of her flesh.

Sally stood there as Father John continued to rub her breasts. He was getting bolder each day she came, no longer making any pretense for molesting her body. She could imagine him doing this to Becky, rubbing her tiny mounds. "No! I'll go, just leave Becky alone."

He moved close, whispering to her, "you are making my sword hard again, Sally," moving her hand down to the front of his trousers, making her small hand grab his hard cock. "You are going to have to take it in your mouth again today. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Serving the Lord with your mouth. You are very good at it. You have found your calling in life, a way to serve the Lord." Taunting her, forcing her to move her hand up and down on his cock, making it jerk beneath his trousers.

She regretted that she had done such a good job before, her mouth used as a receptacle for his sword, his demon seed spilled into her stomach. "I will serve you, Father John, in whatever way you want," resigned to her place in life, hoping to protect her little sister by giving into his twisted desires.

He stopped fondling her breast and put his hand back on her waist directing her down the steps.

Sally was pushed into a large room. In the center stood a large altar, a gleaming white wooden structure over six feet long and about three feet wide. She cringed when she saw the crosses, one in each corner, pushed into a hole in the altar, securing it tightly. It was just like the desk. It was covered with a black velvet cloth, golden crosses sewn into the edges that hung down the front. The altar was not as tall as the one in the church; this one stood about three feet high. She cringed at the thought of being spread open on it, but she knew that was Father John's intention. She began to dread the Ceremony of the Candles. She saw a table behind the altar, a large selection of candles and candlestick holders on it. There must be over one hundred of all sizes and shapes. Some were already flickering; hot wax slowly sliding down the side of the candles.

"Please, not on there," Sally whimpered.

"We must get you prepared first, Sally." He grabbed her hand again and pressed it against his trousers. "Rub my sword, Sally, while I prepare you for the ceremony." He moaned softly as her yielding hand grabbed his cock through his pants, encircling it, moving up and down the hard flesh. "Very good, Sally."

"Prepared?"

His hands moved up to her wool shirt, fingers traveling over her breasts again. "You must wear the ceremonial robe." Father John pointed to a white robe on a hanger. It was a simple garment, the zipper running from neck to bottom the only closure on it; it looked like it would hang just about to her knees. He reached for the first button of her shirt, his fat fingers too anxious, fumbling with it. "But you must shed your worldly possessions first."

"You mean my clothes? You're going to strip me naked?"

"Yes, Sally. The Lord wants you like you came into the world, naked and without sin." His fingers continued to unbutton her shirt, feeling her tremble as he slowly stripped her. He pulled the shirt from her jeans, opened to expose the basic white bra encompassing her breasts. He reached down to her wrists, unbuttoning the buttons. He lowered the garment from her shoulders, letting it slide backwards and down her arms. She stopped stroking his cock as he shed the garment from her body.

Her hands hung uselessly by her side, her shirt lying on the chair next to her. She felt his hands on her wrists again, pressing her palms against his sword.

"Rub it, don't stop unless I tell you to! Use both hands."

She stroked his sword again, feeling it jerk in his trousers as his hands moved up her naked flesh. She felt horribly violated as he took liberties with her young body. She suffered his large, clammy hands as they slid up and grasped her youthful breasts in his palms, encircling the bra-encased flesh, squeezing.

He let his fingers run over her naked flesh, the upper breasts that peeked out the top of her bra, running along her cleavage, feeling the goose bumps appear as he molested her. "Turn around." His hands at her waist, turning her back to him. She knew it was so he could strip her bra off, but at least she was spared from touching his hard sword. She felt his hands on her back, rubbing up and down her naked flesh.

He fumbled with the bra catch, eventually unsnapping it, seeing the strain in the strap release. Her hands moved up, keeping the bra cups covering her breasts, her palms pressing it tightly against her naked flesh. He moved closer to her, his crotch demanding against her ass, his cock jerking in pleasure. He rubbed himself on her covered ass, hands on her naked waist, holding her in place as he masturbated his cock on her. He let his hands run up and down her arms until he came to her shoulders, pushing the bra straps down her arms until her clutching of her breasts stopped the movement. "Let your hands down, reach behind you and grab my sword again. Your round buttocks are making it so hard."

Sally moved her hands back, feeling her bra slip to the floor, her naked breasts free of confinement. She placed her hands between her butt and his crotch, again finding his hard sword, both hands rubbing it.

His hands ran up her arms again, then slowly moving in front, feeling her naked breast flesh.

"No" she begged, feeling his callused hands reaching for her naked flesh, unable to stop him from having his way with her body. She shuddered as his fingers ran over her nipples, teasing the rubbery tips into hardness, embarrassingly unable to control her own body.

Father John hefted her globes, his palms gently lifting the flesh, his fingertips running back and forth over her nipples, strumming them into hardness. He smiled at her disloyal body, her chest heaving as he manipulated her young tit flesh. He pushed his cock more firmly into her hands, feeling the pleasure her fingers gave as she stroked him. "Your body is betraying you, Sally. God can feel your lust. He can feel your nipples harden in pleasure. I'm going to have to punish your breasts. Drive the evil from them."

"It's you doing it Father. I can't help it!"

"Nonsense, child. I'm a man of the cloth. I am only bringing out what is already in your body." He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, pulling up her breasts, feeling her body stretch up, rising onto her toes.

"That hurts Father! You're hurting my nipples, please... !" She arched up higher onto her toes as his fingers, tightening on the sensitive flesh, stretching her breasts unnaturally.

Releasing her abruptly, he swung her around by the hips until she was facing him. Her hands were again at her side, so he grabbed her wrists and brought them back to his trousers, her fingers grabbing his cock once more. He swung his open hand and slapped her right breast, his fingertip hitting the flesh under her nipple, making it bounce on her chest.

"Don't slap them, please," she begged as his hand slapped her other breast, both of them turning pink. She felt them bounce up and down, humiliated as he played with them like they were toys. She cried out when his finger snapped her hard nipples, the pain shooting through her.

He appreciated the sight of her breasts, a slight pink from the slaps, her nipples poking out, swollen from his fingertips. Her nipples pointed, begging to be abused. He slid his hand down, sensing her pull in her tight stomach as he moved to the snap on her jeans.

She felt his hands on her jeans, looked down, his hands unsnapping them, one hand slowly lowering the zipper. It sounded so loud as it moved downward, her white cotton panties beginning to show.

Father John slid his hand into her jeans, running over her panty-covered abdomen, feeling her body tense up again as he pushed his hand deeper into her jeans until he could feel her bush. "The boys would love to slip their hands in your pants like I'm doing. I'm going to have to masturbate you and make you have an orgasm. Show you what happens when you let boys play with your untrained body." He let his finger trace her pussy lips, pushing her simple panties aside, letting his fingers saw up and down her slit. "Such nice puffy lips, Sally."

"No! Don't do this to me!" she cried out, feeling a stirring between her legs as his fingers continued to masturbate her pussy. She had never had an orgasm before; her parents taught her that masturbation was the devil's toy.

He pulled his hand out of her jeans, and pulled them over her ass.

Sally felt so embarrassed. Father John was pulling down her pants and she was standing here, breasts naked, and letting him. Why did he keep doing this to her? She knew that she must let him; her mother gave him permission to punish her if she disobeyed. She felt him kneel on the floor, his hands sliding the jeans down her legs past her knees before he stopped, leaving them to bind her legs together. She looked down to see Father John stare up at her before his gaze moved to her sex.

Father John moved his hands to the waist of her cotton panties and let them slowly slide down the back until they were below her hillocks, her buttocks now naked. He grabbed the taut flesh in his palms, one cheek in each hand and squeezed tightly. "You have such a lovely bottom for such a young girl, Sally. You are lucky the Lord gave you such a nice body. You must show your gratitude to your Lord by sharing it with your Priest."

"Yes, Father John, my body is yours." Sally resigned herself to the fact that he was going to have his way with her and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Pull your panties down in the front for me Sally. Show me your sex. Pull them all the way down to your jeans," he ordered her, watching her blush as her hands moved down and slid the white panties down over her abdomen until her bush began to show. "More Sally, show me more," his whispered order humiliating her even more as he watched her slowly strip naked for him.

He was making her take off her own clothes, degrading her, uncovering her own sex, his eyes only inches from her naked flesh. His arms still wrapped around her hips, hands clenching and unclenching her firm ass cheeks, making her gasp each time. He pulled out on her cheeks as he squeezed them, feeling her buttocks part, knowing her tiny anus was exposed. Soon he would have her bound face down on the table. Soon he would be teasing her tiny anus. His cock jerked in anticipation.

She was almost naked now, her jeans and panties hanging uselessly below her knees, the rest of her body bare.

"Over here," he pushed her toward the altar, watching as she took tiny steps, her jeans and panties binding her legs together. It made her shake her ass so sensuously.

She felt the edge of the altar hit her stomach, Father John's hand on her back forcing her bent over face down on the table. "Please," she begged, again.

Father John knelt behind her, rubbing his hands up and down her legs and over her ass, feeling the silky smooth skin. He moved his hands down to her jeans and began to pull them off. "Lift up one leg," her right leg off the ground, Father John pulled on the jeans. "Now the other," stripping the garment from her body, the panties torn off at the same time. He now had her naked. "Such lovely skin, Sally," he rubbed all over her body, his calloused hands harshly chafing her girlish flesh.

"Put on the robe while I go prepare." He pushed her over to the white robe and slowly began to strip off his own clothes. He savored her terrified look as he lowered his shorts, his large cock, already swollen and hard, protruded out. "God wants me the same way Sally, naked." He picked up a black robe and pulled it on, the zipper rising up noisily.

Sally looked the other way, but not before she saw his organ tenting out the front of the robe. She quickly slipped into the white robe, pulling up the zipper; at least she would temporarily be covered, though she did not expect it to last long. Not when his sword was so swollen. No, she would have to service his sword again with her mouth. She would be forced to swallow his terrible-tasting demon seed. She cringed as she felt his hands on her waist, sliding up her back, his hard cock pressing against her almost naked bottom.

"It is time to begin the ceremony, Sally. Get up on the altar. You must be ready to celebrate with the Lord." She scooted up on the edge the altar, her feet dangling over the edge. He picked up her feet and used them to pivot Sally around on her ass, turning her the other way, then placing her feet on the altar. He pushed on her side, "lie on your stomach, Sally, and stretch out. Hands over your head, put them near the crosses."

She felt him prepare her body, spreading her out on the altar. As her arms moved to the crosses, she glanced up to see how close they were. She felt his hands on her back, down over her shapely buttocks and over the back of her legs until he touched naked flesh below her knees.

"Such a good girl." He moved to her head, seized one arm, grabbed a fur-lined leather belt and wrapped it around her wrist, tightening it until he could place the pin into the hole on the buckle.

"Don't tie me up!" she screamed. He had never done this to her before, and she more than feared what he would do once he had her bound, unable to defend herself. Before she could protest further, he moved quickly and secured her other wrist. He clipped both to the crosses in each corner, tightly securing her to them. She tugged on them, the crosses banging noisily but not budging.

Father John observed the frightened look in her eyes as she realized how vulnerable she was now. He moved down towards her feet, his hand running over her, unable to miss the chance to fondle her tight ass. He ran his hand down one leg, pulling it out to the side as he slid lower and lower, spreading it out toward the cross in the corner.

She felt his hand running over her naked legs, pushing on her tender inner thighs, spreading her open. She knew he would use leather straps on her legs, stretching her into a wide "X", bound and defenseless. She feared what he planned to do to her. She knew it must be worse then what he had already done otherwise he would not need the tight bondage.

Father John wasted little time securing her legs in the spread eagle position, eager to begin the ritual. He stared at Sally from his position at the foot of the altar between her spread legs. He could almost see underneath her robe, into her darkened sex. "Are your ready to worship the Lord, Sally?" He moved over to the candles, watching as Sally's eyes followed him, the scared look on her face.

"Dominito, Astoloso, Benito, " Father John began to chant in Latin, a slim candle over 12 inches high in his hand, the flame burning brightly, the wax slowly running down the edges of the candle stick. Father John chanted in Latin for over five minutes, picking up new candles as the others would start to burn down. By time he finished, he had over ten candles burning on the table beside Sally.

"Time for you to join in, Sally," his hand reached for the bottom of the robe, sliding it slowly up, baring her naked body.

Sally craned her neck to look at Father John. "What are you doing?" She panicked as he slowly pulled the robe up over her waist and out from underneath her, moving higher and higher until it was tucked neatly under her neck, her body naked from her shoulders to her toes.

Father John ran his hands down her back, his palms clutching her naked ass cheeks, pulling them apart, watching as her tiny anus was exposed. He let his fingers slide along her pussy lips from behind, hearing her protest as she was crudely fondled.

Sally could only catch a fleeting glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. He moved back into her view, standing next to her head, gazing down at her innocent face plead with him. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the candle in his hand, the yellow flame dancing in the slight breeze in the room, the wax slowly dripping down the side of the candle.

She still did not suspect, her mind not capable of believing that anyone would purposely let hot wax fall on sensitive flesh. Her beseeching eyes turned to panic when he moved the candle over her back and began to tip it, the hot flame burning and melting the wax on the side. "No! No!" she screamed as she watched the wax slowly flow down the edge, knowing that in a few seconds it would spill off and land on her skin. "Please, Father! Don't!"

"Now, now child, you must suffer for the Lord. The pain will purge the evil from your body." He let his other hand stroke her ass, feeling her tighten her cheeks as he fondled them. "Relax," his eyes following the slowly dripping candle wax. He was using a bee's wax candle for the less intimate portions of her body, the wax extremely hot. His cock jerked beneath the robe as the wax fell from the candle and dropped on her naked back, a large red blob of hot candle wax falling on her pink flesh.

Sally screamed, her voice ringing off the solid walls, no one able to hear her cries of pain except for Father John. The wax burned her skin before finally cooling, the lingering pain of the freshly burned flesh shooting up to her brain. She felt Father John brush the dried wax from her back, his other hand still holding the candle, this time moving it lower so that it was over the hillock of her buttocks. "No more Father, please, I'll take your sword in my mouth and drink your seed, just don't burn me anymore." Tears flowed from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.