crucifer
Magistrate
Chapter Two
When she returned home after these visits she began to cast around for a Church near to where she lived. She opted for Catholic because they tended to have the better statues. Eventually, she found a suitable Church and started to make regular pilgrimages there.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she was due to have a big family celebration in the evening. So she decided to have a private celebration of her own eighteenth birthday with a trip to the Church. It was her aim to think all her thoughts about crucifixion and then go home and give herself a lovely orgasm.
She was sitting in the Church while a Mass was in progress. There were three clergy in attendance; a couple of wardens in dark gowns plus two girls about the same age as herself, acting as servers or whatever. The girls wore plain white surplices, with bare legs and simple black pumps on their feet. As the girls went about their duties, Yvette began to wonder what they might be wearing under the surplice. She tried to catch them between herself and a bright beam of sunlight to see if an outline was visible. Even as she was thinking these wicked thoughts, she knew enough about God to expect a bolt of lightning to strike her down at any moment.
Perhaps they were wearing nothing. Why not? The surplice completely covered them and it was a hot day. If it were Yvette, she would have stripped everything off in the vestry and just worn the surplice. She though how sexy it would be, collecting money from all these old codgers, knowing of her own nakedness while they were completely oblivious. God, if only they knew how close they were to a bit of moist young pussy, that might put a smile on their miserable faces.
The offertory had been collected and all the plates ended up at the back of the Church. The proceeds were tipped into one large plate which was held by one of the girls, the one with long blonde hair. Then, accompanied by two wardens, she was escorted up the centre aisle carrying the heavy plate held out in front of her in a gesture of subservient offering.
Yvette looked at this spectacle and her mind started racing. The wardens, each of who carried a wand, a long wooden stick with a silver cross on top, were walking either side of her and slightly behind. They carried their wand over their outside shoulder as they walked along in a tight group. Yvette considered the scene, the wardens dressed in black, while walking between them, the young girl in pure white with a long flow of blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Yvette imagined that the inner arm of each warden was linked with the arms of the girl. They marched her up the aisle to the altar and she gently placed the collection plate at one end of the altar.
Then the 'guards', still gripping her arms, wheeled her round to face the congregation. The Priest stood behind the girl with his hands on her shoulders. He intoned a blessing in Latin and then proceeded to rip the surplice from her shoulders until it fell in a puddle around her feet. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms but the two guards prevented this. Yvette considered the shame and humiliation that the girl would feel, naked in front of her own congregation.
The Priest moved to one side and she was lifted and laid over the altar. Her head was to the back and tilted to one side as she tried to see what was going on. Her knees reached the front and her lower legs hung down.
The guards forced her legs apart and placed her feet into stirrups which were fixed to the front of the altar. Her legs were held firmly apart. Her pussy was in full view of the congregation. Then the guards stretched her arms out sideways and her wrists were shackled to the two huge candle sticks that stood on the altar.
Yvette, who was extremely wet by now, tried to imagine the view from above. This poor naked girl with her arms spread in a crucified position. Her legs splayed apart and a patch of marble altar slab visible in the triangle formed by her thighs and the front edge of the giant table.
The priest then spread the host out on her naked breasts. He consecrated the wine by pouring it from an ornate silver jug over her pussy from where it trickled slowly down into a shallow vessel located between her legs. The general congregation were served Communion at the altar rail by one of the assisting priests who had his own supply of host and wine. Meanwhile, the great and the good took their Communion at the virgin altar.
The priest placed the host in their mouths and then they lapped a little wine from the vessel between the girl's legs. Before raising their heads, they would kiss the girl gently on her sex by way of thanks. Yvette imagined that she felt the odd one run their tongue between her nether lips causing a tremble in her gut. The women were doing it as well as the men. Indeed the women felt better, they seemed to know what excited a girl.
When she returned home after these visits she began to cast around for a Church near to where she lived. She opted for Catholic because they tended to have the better statues. Eventually, she found a suitable Church and started to make regular pilgrimages there.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday, she was due to have a big family celebration in the evening. So she decided to have a private celebration of her own eighteenth birthday with a trip to the Church. It was her aim to think all her thoughts about crucifixion and then go home and give herself a lovely orgasm.
She was sitting in the Church while a Mass was in progress. There were three clergy in attendance; a couple of wardens in dark gowns plus two girls about the same age as herself, acting as servers or whatever. The girls wore plain white surplices, with bare legs and simple black pumps on their feet. As the girls went about their duties, Yvette began to wonder what they might be wearing under the surplice. She tried to catch them between herself and a bright beam of sunlight to see if an outline was visible. Even as she was thinking these wicked thoughts, she knew enough about God to expect a bolt of lightning to strike her down at any moment.
Perhaps they were wearing nothing. Why not? The surplice completely covered them and it was a hot day. If it were Yvette, she would have stripped everything off in the vestry and just worn the surplice. She though how sexy it would be, collecting money from all these old codgers, knowing of her own nakedness while they were completely oblivious. God, if only they knew how close they were to a bit of moist young pussy, that might put a smile on their miserable faces.
The offertory had been collected and all the plates ended up at the back of the Church. The proceeds were tipped into one large plate which was held by one of the girls, the one with long blonde hair. Then, accompanied by two wardens, she was escorted up the centre aisle carrying the heavy plate held out in front of her in a gesture of subservient offering.
Yvette looked at this spectacle and her mind started racing. The wardens, each of who carried a wand, a long wooden stick with a silver cross on top, were walking either side of her and slightly behind. They carried their wand over their outside shoulder as they walked along in a tight group. Yvette considered the scene, the wardens dressed in black, while walking between them, the young girl in pure white with a long flow of blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Yvette imagined that the inner arm of each warden was linked with the arms of the girl. They marched her up the aisle to the altar and she gently placed the collection plate at one end of the altar.
Then the 'guards', still gripping her arms, wheeled her round to face the congregation. The Priest stood behind the girl with his hands on her shoulders. He intoned a blessing in Latin and then proceeded to rip the surplice from her shoulders until it fell in a puddle around her feet. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms but the two guards prevented this. Yvette considered the shame and humiliation that the girl would feel, naked in front of her own congregation.
The Priest moved to one side and she was lifted and laid over the altar. Her head was to the back and tilted to one side as she tried to see what was going on. Her knees reached the front and her lower legs hung down.
The guards forced her legs apart and placed her feet into stirrups which were fixed to the front of the altar. Her legs were held firmly apart. Her pussy was in full view of the congregation. Then the guards stretched her arms out sideways and her wrists were shackled to the two huge candle sticks that stood on the altar.
Yvette, who was extremely wet by now, tried to imagine the view from above. This poor naked girl with her arms spread in a crucified position. Her legs splayed apart and a patch of marble altar slab visible in the triangle formed by her thighs and the front edge of the giant table.
The priest then spread the host out on her naked breasts. He consecrated the wine by pouring it from an ornate silver jug over her pussy from where it trickled slowly down into a shallow vessel located between her legs. The general congregation were served Communion at the altar rail by one of the assisting priests who had his own supply of host and wine. Meanwhile, the great and the good took their Communion at the virgin altar.
The priest placed the host in their mouths and then they lapped a little wine from the vessel between the girl's legs. Before raising their heads, they would kiss the girl gently on her sex by way of thanks. Yvette imagined that she felt the odd one run their tongue between her nether lips causing a tremble in her gut. The women were doing it as well as the men. Indeed the women felt better, they seemed to know what excited a girl.