Chapter 11: The Retreat

"Mom, please don't make us go, especially not Charlotte," Sally begged.

"I've told you about this before, Sally. It's your adolescent sexual fantasies. They are both the servants of God, and one of them is the Bishop. You should go to confession just to get penance for even thinking of such a thing. Now get your sister, I heard a car pull up,"

Father John came into the house to pick up Sally and Charlotte. The Bishop waited in the car, he had his reasons to not be seen by Mary yet, reasons that would be revealed soon; the Bishop would deal with Mary when they returned from the retreat. "Good evening, Mary. Are the girls ready?" It was a dream come true, the girls' mother delivering two such delightful creatures into their hands for the weekend, with her permission to punish them, which he was sure they would have to do. Sally would defy him and would then require a painful punishment to make her consent to what he wanted to do to her lovely body-in the name of the Lord. In fact, he was looking forward to it. The Bishop had said Charlotte would be more willing, but was inexperienced at anything sexual. She would just have to be taught; another task Father John found to his liking.

Sally and Charlotte walked into the room, Charlotte with a big smile on her face that partially disappeared when she didn't see the Bishop. There was a look of resignation on Sally's face, knowing that her own mother was delivering her to a weekend of sexual decadence and perversions. Her only hope was the she could tell the Bishop and he would stop Father John.

"Where is the Bishop?" Charlotte asked, disappointed when he wasn't there.

"Have no fear, child; he is waiting in the car." He moved closer to Sally, gave her a knowing look, then detouring to grab the bags from Mary. "Are you ready for a weekend of serving the Lord and his instruments, Sally; are you ready to be a servant to the Lord?"

Her head hung down, "yes, Father John," resigning herself to the fact that she couldn't stop him, her only salvation would be the Bishop or at least to stop Father John from molesting Charlotte.

"We will be back Monday morning, I don't want to travel on the Sabbath," An extra night of debauchery with your daughters. Father John's cock was already bulging his trousers. Luckily, he had worn a coat.

"That's fine, Father John. I know they are in good hands with you and the Bishop. Teach them how to do the Lord's work. And don't forget, girls, if you misbehave, Father John has my permission to punish you. And, he will punish you just as I was punished when I was a little girl, a severe spanking, even with a belt if necessary. Now off you go and have a joyous time doing the Lord's work.

They walked out to the car, a 1947 two-door Ford, no one speaking. The engine was running, winter almost upon the valley, the engine heater trying to keep the crisp air out of the car. "Both of you in the back seat," he instructed, throwing the bags in the trunk, the Bishop allowing the girls to climb into the back of the car.

Sally was glad, at least nothing could happen until they got where they were going, which was also a problem as she had no idea where they were being taken. She noticed that Charlotte was a little distraught by not being able to sit with the Bishop. She was acting as if she had a schoolgirl crush on him.

When the Bishop had gotten out of the car to allow the girls into the back seat, he was pleased as they climbed in, their asses pushing out so temptingly. They both wore knee-length skirts, very plain, their rounded buttocks pushing out the fabric as they bent over to climb in the back seat. The Bishop climbed back into the front seat and they went speeding off into the black night. "The retreat is only about 20 minutes outside of town, we will be there quickly. I know it is a little cramped back there, but you will have a lot of room to spread out once we arrive." And spread you will be.

It was quiet the whole trip, the girls afraid of starting a conversation-after all, these were priests, and what do you talk about to a priest? Father John and the Bishop were not interested in talking, at all; too excited about getting the girls to the retreat and into their lecherous hands.

They pulled in front of a large wooden cabin, lights burning inside, Father John having previously set up the retreat for the weekend, not wanting to waste any time. "Well girls, we have a weekend of celebrating with the Lord. Charlotte is new to these ways, so Sally, you are going to have to teach her how to please God. Sally has already sinned, she has spread malicious lies to her mother about us, so she must be punished. The Lord extracts severe punishment from his flock when they transgress. Quickly inside, it is cold out here."

Sally knew that she was in trouble and that the Bishop was not going to help her. In fact, she feared that the Bishop would take advantage of her body as Father John does, afraid that both of them would force her to do things that she didn't want to do. And poor Charlotte, completely unaware of what she was going to be asked to do and of what they would do to her. But Charlotte was different, she seemed so willing to do whatever was asked of her by the Bishop, awed by his power, willing to serve the Lord in any manner that the Bishop prescribed no matter how perverse.

Charlotte felt the warmth of the fire as soon as they entered the cabin, a roaring blaze already in the fireplace. The room was not furnished like a house but as a church, an altar in the center of the room, a large, heavy wooden structure, crosses sprinkled freely over the top, a kneeling bench in front of it, the railing low enough for recipients to place their elbows on while kneeling in prayer, purple pillows to cushion the knees. What was most out of place was the strange object in the corner. It was a four-legged bench, thick hewn lumber as legs, connected to the top was a triangle of leather shooting up from the sides to reach an apex in the center, a sharp ridge of leather somehow kept rigid by whatever material filling its center. The top of the pyramid stood at least five feet from the floor. Two strange rings of metal were bolted to the floor on each side, centered symmetrically with the center of the bench. A large supply of rope was piled up high next to it.

Charlotte did not dwell on it any longer, excited that the Bishop had brought her for the retreat, eager to please the Bishop and the Lord, willing to devote herself to His service. Her thoughts kept going back to the powerful way that the Bishop had ruled over her, just like in her dreams, an older man who forced her to do his bidding, spanking her for his pleasure, extracting pleasure from her untrained body. Now with Father John and Sally present, the thought of being stripped and humiliated before them made her sex wet, a sin that she would confess to the Bishop at the first opportunity, hoping for an act of contrition to cleanse her soul of her impure thoughts.

Sally saw the evil looking bench, knowing that it was for the express purpose of keeping her bound so they could punish her, afraid of how her limbs would be arranged on it, afraid of how exposed she would be to them.

"Bishop Samuel and I are going to change into our robes. Put your suitcases in the room over there, it is your bedroom for the weekend. Then, I want you back immediately. We are going to have a prayer session before bed."

Charlotte and Sally opened the door to the bedroom; the first thing they saw was the mammoth bed that seemed to fill the room to overflowing. It wasn't a double bed, much more massive, able to accommodate at least four people, Sally cringing at its purpose. She knew they would not be left alone at night, Bishop Samuel or Father John, or both would be visiting them.

Charlotte couldn't believe how big and comfortable the bed was compared to her small, hard bed at home. "I'm so glad I came!" Charlotte spewed out happily."

Sally didn't have the heart to tell her why she had been brought here, not even sure Charlotte would understand or care. She seemed perfectly content to obey whatever Father John or Bishop Samuel told her to do. "Well, you're not the one going to get punished," Sally shot back.

"I would take whatever punishment the Lord wished," hoping that Bishop Samuel would punish her. They set their bags down, quickly putting their sparse belongings away. "We better get out there."

Father John and Bishop Samuel were waiting for them, dressed in heavy black robes that hung to the floor, the girls not yet realizing that they were naked beneath them. They both wore heavy gold crosses around their necks, similar to the one that had taken Sally's virginity not long ago, thick vines embedded on the shaft of the cross, a rough surface that would rub harshly any orifice that it entered.

"Kneel for a prayer session, girls," motioning them over. "Tomorrow I will have some clothes for you to wear during the rest of this weekend. You will wear what novices wear. Now kneel for the Lord."

The girls knelt, their knees sinking into the plush pillows, their hands clasped in prayer, Father John and Bishop Samuel moving in front of them. They closed their eyes as Father John began praying loudly, asking for the Lord's forgiveness for their sins and the sins of the young girls in front of them. Asking for the Lord to allow the girls to atone for their sins, for a sign of how they can serve the Lord. It continued for over a half an hour, their eyes tightly clenched as Bishop Samuel took over the prayers, his voice rising higher, praying to the Lord for the sins of the young girls.

Charlotte was impressed, the Bishop was praying for her soul. Sally more worried, knowing that they were up to something and she would soon find out what it was, sure that it would not be pleasant. Sally heard a strange rustling, Father John praying again, the sound of them moving, but she kept her eyes shut tightly, afraid of opening them.

"Amen," Father John said.

"Amen," Bishop Samuel concurring. "The Lord has spoken to us. He has told us how he wants Charlotte to serve the Lord. He wants her to become a nun. It is a hard journey to become a nun, a rigorous regiment to be followed as a novice first. The Lord will test her in many ways; test her devotion to God and to the priests that serve Him. He will place many obstacles in her path, obstacles that we will be able to help her with. Her sister will have to help her, show her the ways that she has been taught to serve the vessels of the Lord, the priests who serve the Lord. There will be times that are trying, times when the Lord will have to punish her in order to make her worthy of His love. Are you willing to commit to the service of the Lord, Charlotte, giving your body and soul to the service of the Lord?"

Charlotte opened her eyes, smiling happily. "Yes Bishop! I will do whatever is asked of me for the Lord. I will suffer whatever pain is necessary, as did Jesus did to save our soul." This was what she had dreamt of, serving the Bishop.

"And you, Sally. Will you assist your sister in achieving her goals, teaching her as others taught you? Showing her how her body and soul can be used for the Lord and His vessels without regard to her personal interests." Father John looked at her, a stern warning against any disobedience.

If that is what Charlotte wanted-and her mother was sure to be so proud of her-why should I stand in her way? She hated to think of the things she would have to do, the things that she would have to teach her sister, knowing that her sister would have to serve Father John and Bishop Samuel, service their lust. But, it was Charlotte's decision; maybe at least they would leave her alone. "Yes, Father John, I will teach her."

"I think we should celebrate Charlotte's decision, first; Sally's cooperation will decide on how severe her punishment will be." The Bishop moved his hand down to Charlotte, his fingers lifting her chin up as she continued kneeling at his feet. "Sally is going to teach you how to take communion from the Sword of God," his cock jerking in lust. He saw her innocent eyes looking up at him, the smile of obedience on her face. Yes, he was going to enjoy this. He moved his hands to the front of his robe, sliding the zipper, starting at the top, seeing Charlotte's eyes follow his hand as it went past his waist, his naked chest now revealed. He waited for a second, letting it register in her brain before continuing, the zipper sliding down, his cock jerking free, no longer constrained by the harsh fabric of the robe.

Charlotte couldn't believe it, never having seen a penis but once before and then only the flaccid one of a small boy. It was nothing like this and this from a servant of God! It was big, bigger than she had ever imagined; huge when he rubbed it up against her cheek. It stood out over eight inches, bobbing up and down. At the end was a giant head, a dark angry red, the rim around it an even darker red, it was almost like a helmet. In the center was an eye, an eye that would shoot out his seed. The shaft had veins running up the side, she could almost see the blood pounding through them, the blood that was making it so hard. She could see his balls hanging down below, heavy and swollen. She would hardly be able to get her hands around them. And, she wanted to do that badly, do whatever the Bishop required of her, unconsciously understanding that this is what he would ask of her.

"You are a very beautiful girl, Charlotte, you have tempted the Bishop with your body, just as your sister has with me," Father John spoke, moving closer. "You are going to have to drive the demon seed from his body, the seed that you planted in his loins. And, you will be required to use your mouth to do it. You will swallow his seed, an act of contrition for your scandalous body and the things you do to us."

Her hands reached out and lightly touched the Bishop's cock, her fingers jerking back when she felt how hot it was. "I will do what is required of me, Father John," too engrossed with touching the hard cock in front of her to really pay much attention to the priest. She reached again, this time her hand wrapping around it, gripping it tighter now when she felt it jerk.

Sally moved closer to her, "rub it up and down;" at least she wouldn't have to do it. Charlotte seemed to be in awe of the Bishop's cock, her eyes glued to it while her hand slid up and down the shaft. "Tighten your fingers when you move over the head," she guided her little sister. She watched Charlotte do it, Bishop Samuel's cock jerking again when her hand rubbed the ridge around the head. "Cup his balls with your other hand."

Charlotte was mesmerized by the hard, hot cock in her hands, not able to take her eyes off of it as she listened to what Sally told her to do, duplicating her instructions. Squeezing his balls caused a moan come from his lips, "Did I squeeze too hard, Bishop Samuel?"

"Oh no, Charlotte. You are doing a wonderful job. Continue," his breathing ragged as he watched her manipulate his cock nearly as expertly as a whore would do. Father John had told him how Sally had a natural knack; maybe it was hereditary, her mother Mary having had a similar trait.

Charlotte squeezed his balls again, this time harder, feeling the two heavy balls inside, the heat from his body. Her hand took full strokes, up and down the shaft, rewarding her by jerking each time her hand passed over it, her fingers gripping tighter, hoping to please him.

"Tell her what to do next, Sally," Bishop Samuel ordered He wanted to feel her hot mouth wrapped around his cock, afraid he might cum before she could use her tongue, her small hands doing such wonderful things to his cock.

"Move closer to his cock and blow on it, hold it tight, your breath will make it jerk even more." Sally remembered too vividly the times she had to take Father John's cock deep in her mouth.

It was only inches from Charlotte's face, the hot, throbbing cock of the Bishop, her hand holding it tightly. She blew on it, blew on the head. She squeezed his balls, her hand barely able to contain the cock as it jumped in the sheer ecstasy of her hot breath. She tightened her fingers just below the crown, squeezing the rigid flesh, her hands compressing his balls again, this time harder, blowing longer this time over the trapped head. She was rewarded with a deep moan from the Bishop.

"Open your mouth real wide, Charlotte. His cock is big and he wants it inside your mouth. Are you ready to do this?" Charlotte could only nod to Father John, her eyes staring straight ahead to the cock that throbbed in her hands. Sally knew what it felt like the first time, the unmistakable feel of throbbing flesh jerking in your mouth, hands on your head holding you tightly, forcing your mouth on the hot flesh.

Bishop Samuel waited, seeing her mouth form into a big "O," her eyes wide open, big blue innocent eyes, staring at his cock. He could wait no longer, pushing his hips forward, impaling her mouth with his cock. He shoved harder than he expected to, his cockhead hitting the back, a loud gag coming from deep in her throat, her mouth closing over his shaft, her soft, wet lips almost making him cum. "Thank you, Lord," was the only thing he could say when he felt her tongue running over the head of his cock, feeling his semen leak out, struggling to keep from cumming. He pulled his cock out until only the head was trapped inside, her tongue bathing it with her hot saliva as Charlotte lapped at it hungrily.

Charlotte ran her tongue over the rubbery flesh pulsating in her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it. It was big, her lips stretching wide to allow the thick member inside her mouth. She felt it jerk when her tongue touched the tip, an unmistakable salty flavor invading her mouth. She ran her tongue over the tip again, another jerk and the taste permeating her mouth. So that is what it tastes like. The thick, salty fluid she dragged out of his cock not all that unpleasant. The taste now filling her mouth as the thick fluid mixed with her saliva. It felt so good having it in her mouth; the Bishop's organ, alive and pulsating, her tongue and lips making it jerk and jump inside. She felt so proud of herself as she pleased the Bishop.

Charlotte was embarrassing Sally, acting like a whore. It didn't make a difference that he was a Bishop, he was still taking advantage of them, but Charlotte was accepting it so willingly. Well, if she was going to act like a whore, then Sally would treat her like one. She put her hands on the back of Charlotte's head. "You're going to have to take more than that, Charlotte. Bishop Samuel wants it deep in your mouth." She pushed, feeling Charlotte resisting as the thick shaft slowly pushed deeper into her mouth. Maybe you wouldn't be so willing if it is shoved down your throat.

Why was Sally doing this? She was frightened, as the hard cock pushing out her cheeks, pulling back out, then thrusting back in, further this time, moving to the back of her mouth. It was big, too big to fit in her tiny mouth. She tried raising her hands up to stop them, the sudden panic of having the large thick cock shoved down her throat, choking her to death.

"Put your hands down, Charlotte! How dare you defy the Lord? You'll take it all the way into your mouth and down your throat like a good girl. How do you expect to become a good nun if you don't even know how to please a Bishop? Continue, Sally, show her how much you learned. Father John tells me you have a unique talent with your mouth."

"Sally is exceptional," Father John chimed in. "She has such a talent in draining the demon seed from my body with her mouth. Many times she has sucked and swallowed the demon seed from my loins."

Sally pushed on Charlotte's head, this time harder, watching the Bishop's cock slowly slipping through her tight lips, noticing a glint of panic in her sister's eyes as she obeyed the Bishop, her fists clenching tightly at her side, unable or unwilling to stop them from using her mouth. Charlotte gagged her throat spasming as over half of Bishop Samuel's large cock was burying itself in her mouth. "Keep your tongue moving on it, Charlotte, run it up and down the side. Lap at the head, taste his cum in your mouth. If you breathe through your nose it will be easier. They like to make you choke and gag on their cock, it brings them great pleasure."

Charlotte could not believe how long it was, the thick shaft seeming to go on forever, pushing up against the back of her mouth, bending slightly and trying to enter her throat. It felt like a giant plunger trying to squeeze into her tiny throat, the contractions rippling up and down the shaft as she breathed heavily, sucking in as much air as she could through her nose. Sally held her head tightly, preventing her from backing off the cock. The only thing she could do was clench her fists and swirl her tongue around the shaft, hoping to drain the demon seed from him quickly. His hips shot forward, another inch of cock forced into her throat as her throat gurgled and gagged.

Father John was right, Charlotte did seem to have a natural ability to suck cock, seeing the Bishop's thick cock bury itself in her tiny throat, a family trait that her mother also had. He could see her throat pulsating, his thick cock burying inside, her eyes already tearing up, staring at him, her innocent lips wrapping so tightly around his cock. "You do such a good job serving the Lord, Charlotte," Bishop Samuel was not sure he could go much longer without cumming. He began pushing his hips in and out more quickly; she was taking over half of it now, gagging as it hit the back of her throat, but her throat was opening up to take it all inside, her eyes wide, a look of amazement that she was taking it so deep. He lifted her chin up higher so she was staring into his eyes, "there is more, Charlotte, I'm going to bury it all in your throat," squeezing her head, Sally keeping her from moving away.

She gagged and choked, the Bishop pumping his hips back and forth, the hard cock pushing painfully down her throat. She could feel it jerking in the hot confines of her throat, his stomach smashing against her lips. It did feel like a giant sword in her mouth and throat. She couldn't move her tongue now, his shaft pressing it to the bottom of her mouth, his cock no longer needing the stimulation, the spasming of her throat doing a much better job. She was breathing heavily-barely able to suck in enough air through her nose-hoping that he would pull the huge cock from her throat soon.

Bishop Samuel finally pulled his cock from her throat, slowly dragging it back out, feeling her throat muscles clinging to it as the head popped out of her throat. Her tongue moving back to bathe the head of his cock as she sucked it, creating a delicious vacuum that threatened to make him cum in her hot mouth.

Sally caught the sight of Father John's cock jutting out the front of his robe, fearing that he would make her take it in her mouth again, licking her lips, getting them wet for him, wanting to get it over quickly.

"Take my cock and feed it into your sister's mouth, Sally. Let Charlotte see if she can take two cocks in her mouth at the same time." He felt Sally's familiar soft hand grabbing his cock, gripping it tightly. She would have to take it in her mouth if Charlotte was unable to, and he wasn't sure if Charlotte's small mouth would be able to stretch wide enough to take both of their cocks, but Charlotte was the one that was asking for this, let her suffer her own fate.

Sally was shocked by the order, it was bad enough with one cock in your mouth, how would her sister be able to take two? She hesitated, then, knowing that she would be punished if she didn't obey, gripping his cock, moving closer to Charlotte, seeing the fear in her eyes. Rubbing Father John's cock along the side of her sister's face, she found herself intentionally leaving a trail of shiny cum on the bulging cheek. Bishop Samuel let his cock slide out until only the head sat on Charlotte's lips, her tongue running over the tip, the cock jerking in lust. Sally moved Father John's cock over, two massive organs each seeking to enter the hot confines of the tiny oral cavity.

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.