UNHOLY ORDERS

BY SIMPSON

All characters fictional, all events pure fantasy...

Wednesday night’s practice went well I thought. Everything seemed to be falling into place ready for the Bishop’s visit the weekend after next. Workmen would be here in the week to fix the loose carpet in the side chapel and to mend the broken handle on the vestry door, my flower arrangers were ready.

And the altar servers knew what was expected of them.

Most of my little helpers these days were girls, somehow they seemed more keen to get involved in the services - perhaps it was the allure of the flowing ivory robes, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. As a healthy red-blooded male approaching thirty I needed an outlet for my feelings, and old Mrs O’Driscoll my housekeeper didn’t really hit the spot. But Kate and Elizabeth, now that was something different.

Kate and Elizabeth were the best of friends having started at our junior school at the same time. Now aged ten they had been helping out with church services as altar servers for the last year and a half. Kate had a shock of shoulder length light brown hair and what I would call a dreamy face, full lips that any boy would love to kiss, and a perfect slim figure. Elizabeth at just a month younger than Kate had dark brown hair down to her waist and a figure that was simply stunning. From what I had seen so far, neither girl had much development in the breast department, but I was eager to make a visual inspection to find out.

During the practice on Wednesday I asked both girls if they would help me with some tasks in my parish house on the Sunday afternoon. They were quite keen, but naturally I checked with Geoff and Aileen (Kate’s dad and Elizabeth’s mum). Both agreed, so I spent the last few days in pleasant anticipation. At the same time I made preparations, with all my purchases being made over the internet. Well, I could hardly buy direct from the local sex shop; I could imagine “Good Morning Reverend, what’ll it be this morning?” Under the relative anonymity of the web I obtained girl’s underwear and other clothes, restraint devices and punishment tools, and electrical kit. Candles were one thing I already had plenty of, and the garden shed would provide the rest of what I thought I needed.

Sunday morning service came and went, as did a solitary repast of Bolognese and red wine, as I had told Mrs O’Driscoll she could have the day off. Around 2:30pm the doorbell went and I opened it to see Elizabeth standing there. After we waved goodbye to her mum Elizabeth stepped inside and the heavy door closed behind her. There was something to be said for this particular parish house. It stood next to the church in its own grounds, around 200 yards from the next nearest house. It was old, with very thick walls, in other words very private if it needed to be.

I put Elizabeth to work in the study, going through the filing cabinets and putting into piles any old papers that could be thrown out. Almost at once the doorbell sounded again, and at the door this time was Kate, who had cycled from her own house. I wondered to myself if she would be in any state to cycle back home given the treatment I had lined up for her bottom. But that was for later. Entering the study I asked Kate to check the computer, specifically for viruses and spy ware. I showed her how to start the programs and she settled down happily to the job. I made some small talk with both girls who seemed at ease, we talked about the forthcoming bishop’s visit

It was time to begin. “Would you like a drink, girls”? I asked. “Yes please” they replied. I gave each girl a spritzer drink in a glass. “Yes, it is a grown up drink, it does have alcohol in it, but it’s not very strong” I assured them “You are doing a very grown-up job for me”.

I had a glass of water myself.

Over the next 30 minutes both girls managed to drink two bottles each. The combination of fruity taste and sweetness masked the fact that Kate and Elizabeth were getting a little drunk. Lighting a cigarette I offered one to Kate. “I didn’ think priests smoked” Kate murmured. “Priests are just people, Kate, and yes I smoke now and then. Try it”.

Kate nonchalantly accepted the thin white stick and put it to her lips. With a trembling hand I lit it and watched as Kate took in some of the smoke then blew it out lazily. I couldn’t help watch as the child had a few more drags, then she said “It’s alright but the same as the ones I normally have”. Perhaps I should not have been surprised, after all kids grow up fast these days. Turns out that Kate gets cigarettes from boys at the Senior school over the road from our own school.

But despite gentle cajoling Elizabeth will not take a smoke. But as she continued to work though the filing cabinets she came upon the stash of pornography that I had placed there. There were two CP magazines that I had had for years, but most were printouts of images from the internet. These showed young girls in a variety of softcore and hardcore situations, pride of place being a magazine called Lesbian Spankers.

I noticed Elizabeth had reached the cabinet and had paused, looking at the contents. Moving to her side I explained what was going on in the top few pictures. “Cm’n look at this Kate, there’s pics of nude men with children here” Kate got up but before she could come over I lifted all the pictures and magazines out and laid them out on the table. The girls blushed and giggled as they looked at the images. “That’s not all” I told them. “Have a look at this”.

Sitting in the chair by the computer, it’s leather still warm from Kate’s hot bum I found and opened a mpeg file that showed a nine year old girl bent over a stool and getting a caning. I told them it was one of my favourites. Kate and Elizabeth were horrified, hands over their mouths as they listened to the girl’s cries and watched her ineffective struggles. “The little girl’s father loves her very much you know” I said, “That’s why he is punishing her, to make her even more perfect”.

Switching on the web cam I turned to look at Kate and Elizabeth and continued, “I would like you both to be my special helpers here at the house. I want you to become perfect helpers. But to become perfect you must endure a test that will punish your weak mortal flesh. Do you understand?”

After a pause both girls nodded. I said, “Well then. let’s begin with a little spanking. Take off your shoes and socks, your jeans and your knickers.” Slowly both girls undressed, Elizabeth taking her lead from Kate, until both were naked from the waist down. My cock stirred restlessly on seeing their lovely hairless pussies at last! Taking Elizabeth over my lap and making sure the web cam could see everything I started a slow, gentle spanking of the little girl’s bottom, caressing and bending to kiss the lovely cheeks from time to time. After a few minutes Elizabeth stood up, rubbing her sore bum. Kate took her place, but I spanked her a little harder, “As she was oldest”, I told her.

I now took the first of my purchases, a stiff leather paddle and explained to the girls what it was for. Taking Elizabeth once again over my lap I said “Now this is going to hurt, so don’t worry about shouting and screaming – I would expect no less”. I thrashed her as hard as I could with the paddle on her defenceless bum, holding her hands together firmly behind her back. Crying and struggling, Elizabeth was finding the punishment hard to take, but eventually I stopped, and told her to stand up. She stood there sobbing uncontrollably with her eyes full of tears as I repeated the process with her friend; Kate got a full five minutes of relentless paddle work on her lovely bottom.

Two sobbing crying angels now stood with their backs to me, and I sat back to admire my handiwork. “Hands on your heads, and legs apart!” I told them.

Starting with Elizabeth I kissed and licked their virgin bums, caressing, slapping and squeezing their cheeks, drawing protests from both. Taking some cold cream I massaged it into their bottoms, giving them some relief from their pain. “Take off the rest of your clothes and follow me”, I commanded.

Soon both girls were naked in the parish meeting room. This was a large room with a heavy table in the centre, and a side table on which I had put the rest of my recent purchases. There was also a large wooden cross fixed to one wall, and a video camera which I switched on to record the proceedings.

I started by tying Kate face up on the table, ankles and wrists secured to the table legs, then led Elizabeth to the cross. This was of Roman style, the cross arms being of sufficient height to keep a child’s feet well off the floor, with wrist cuffs already fitted. Elizabeth was soon hanging from the cross by her wrists, arms stretched wide apart. “I will let you down soon” I promised her.

From her elevated position Elizabeth had a good view of what happened next to Kate.

After fixing electrodes to her nipples and clitoris and pushing a slim brass rod into her bottom I began a lengthy electric-shock session. I programmed the control box: Starting out with 3 volts I give her a short jolt followed by a rest, another short jolt then another rest and so on, each time zapping one nipple, then the other nipple, then her clit, then her anus. After 60 cycles the voltage would increase by 1.5 volts and the cycle would begin again. The skill was to judge, from her cries and body language, what voltage she could take, and where.

I quickly learned that anal shocks seemed particularly efficient. At 6 volts Kate was screaming and bucking passionately each time the brass rod became live, so I changed the program to keep that part of her alternating between 6 volts and rest. Her clit gave out next, this time at 7.5 volts, but her nipples took the full 12 volts that the equipment could deliver. I then left the room for a few minutes and returned with a bottle of red wine and some glasses.

Turning off the electricity and removing the electrodes, I started licking Kate’s pussy, lingering slowly over her swollen clit, pushing my tongue firmly against her maidenhead, rolling it around her clitoral hood, savouring the taste of her sweet virgin cunt. Caressing her tummy, thighs, chest, and nipples I increased the intensity of my tongue and soon Kate was twitching, breathing faster, then arching her back in the passion of her preteen orgasm. I kissed her lovingly on those incredible lips, insinuating my tongue to meet with hers, and we made up. Now it was Elizabeth’s turn.

Pouring out three glasses of wine, I untied Kate’s arms and gave her the wine to drink. Crossing to Elizabeth, I offered a glass to her lips, but she would not drink. “My chest hurts, and I want to pee”, the little girl said quietly. “I can fix both of those problems” I said cheerfully, and put a stool between her legs, placing a bowl upon it. Parting Elizabeth’s legs and lifting her at the same time I told her she should pee now. Which she did; a steam of piss rattling into the plastic bowl. I kissed her on the lips, dried her and put the bowl aside.

Taking some KY jelly (another purchase) I applied it to Elizabeth’s unfledged cleft and then disrobed, my manhood springing forth to meet her eye. Giving the lubricant to Kate, I had the pleasure of having the jelly worked into my stiff cock by a young hand.

I just closed my eyes and felt waves of pleasure fill me.

“That’s enough Kate”, I said, then went back to Elizabeth, and pushed the head of my enlarged rod against the entrance to her sweet hairless pussy. “I will show you my best organ work”, I told her.

Gradually I increased the pressure until her bulging labia could hold back no more.

Into her hole I slid, and with a cry she was virgin no more. I drew back, then thrust upwards again, then back, then up, each time sinking more deeply into her sweet tight cunt.

Soon I was fully inside my darling, still hanging on the cross but now with some of her weight being borne by me. As I stood there I snogged her, her tongue so good against my own.

Offering Elizabeth a glass of wine she drank it this time, then we snogged again. Even tastier this time!

I began to fuck Elizabeth more earnestly now, the upward thrusts becoming faster and rougher, her little whimpers fuelling my lust for this delicious 10 year old. Again and again I rammed her with my rock hard tool, punishing her ravished pussy, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breath coming in short gasps from her tortured frame. Then with a cry of my own I came to thundering climax within her, my cock tight up against her cervix as I spurted into her child’s womb.

Withdrawing and regaining my breath I let Elizabeth down at last from the cross, and carried her in my arms and kissed her with a passion that I had never felt for anyone else. Releasing Kate too from her bonds I got them both to stand and smile for the video camera and blow kisses at it.

Then I turned the video off, and showed the girls to their bath.

Sharing the bath with them was fun, if a little cramped, and we all ended up in fits of giggles.

A little later I saw them off, Elizabeth being picked up & Kate managing to cycle. I told them that they had performed perfectly and were now perfect helpers and would be my special confidantes.

I also promised to get rid of Kate’s virginity next time.

Back in the study, I rang the Bishop. “Hello Jim” I said, “I’ve got that video you wanted…”