His muscles rippled, skin glistening, as he toiled hard under the hot sun in tight shorts and a white vest which, although as clean as his conscience when he put it on, was rapidly dampening with his manly musk. He stopped for a moment, allowing himself a brief respite, before he turned suddenly towards Holly and Alisha, as if he’d felt their unholy gaze peeling away what few layers he wore.

            “Hot work, Father,” called Holly, her voice still lilting and melodic even as the volume level rose.

            Father Josh smiled bashfully, “That it is, my child. But honest endeavour in the name of Our Lord is always worth it.”

            “Yes Father, it’s well worth it when your vest gets all wet and see-through! You might as well take it off and wring it out.”

            His smile turned to a full-on beetroot blush, and he made to reply, but the words jammed in his throat. Instead, he turned hurriedly away and resumed working with his back to girls, thus revealing an explicit view of his backside in those shorts.

            “Silly eejit doesn’t know if he’s demure or an exhibitionist!” giggled Alisha. “I think that’s called ‘presenting’ in the animal kingdom.”

            “Don’t you be making fun of my man, now,” chided Holly in mock indignation. “And I do believe those shorts are so tight at the back because I just made them stretch at the front.”

            “Oh my god, that’s exactly it!” gasped Alisha. “Look at his shadow – he’s like a human sundial!”

            “Fuck me, look at the size of it! Feck’s sake Alisha, why did you show me that? It’s making my panties wetter than his vest!”

            Holly licked her lips as she regarded the dark silhouette of Father Josh’s prodigious package. “I’ll tell you what, though,” she said, “A cock like that is too fine to go through life unused and neglected. It’s a crime against nature.”

            “But shagging him would be a crime against God, Holly. Why do you always want what you can’t have? You could have every boy in the village.”

            “I already have, Leash. This time I want to be with a man. You had an older man.”

            “Mister Fletcher? That was only to stop him failing me for English Lit. And at least he was experienced, you’re looking at a 30 year old virgin. He won’t even know what to do.”

            “He won’t know what hit him, more like,” purred Holly. “He’s inexperienced, naïve, and totally helpless against a girl like me.”

*

Alisha pouted petulantly as she sat on the corner of her bed, facing Holly in the chair alongside it. “Okay, I get it. You like him,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you have to talk about him every minute of every day.”

            Holly adopted her most seductive stare, both playful and predatory. “Aww, Leash, are you feeling jealous? A little threatened?”

            Alisha said nothing. She bit her lip and nodded tentatively, head bowed and looking downcast.

            Holly continued, “Do you want to live up to your name, Leash? Is that it?”

            Alisha looked up with big, hopeful eyes, nodding and mumbling.

            “Use your words, Leash, do you want to live up to your name?”

            “Yes. Yes please Miss Holly, please, yes.”

            “Good girl!” beamed Holly, her smile radiant now. In one deft, well-practiced movement, she placed and fastened the collar around Alisha’s neck, and gave a gentle tug on the leash attached.

            Alisha rolled off the bed, and dropped to the floor, where she crawled on all fours before kneeling in front of Holly, looking up at her with that same pleading expression, whimpering softly.

            “Oh, Leash, you clever little girl. You know how that sound turns me on, don’t you?”

            Alisha nodded eagerly, tongue lolling as she panted, before she started whimpering again.

            “I think my good girl wants her tummy tickled. Do you? Do you? Good girl, roll over.”

            Alisha rolled onto her back, and Holly pounced, wrestling her deeper into submission as she peeled off the few layers of Alisha’s clothing, until she was flat out and nearly naked, eyelids fluttering, lip biting, body writhing and contorting with the exquisite anticipation. Holly sat astride her, nimble fingers teasing, tickling, tweaking, tantalising, touching her good girl in that special way that only she could. Gentle caresses turned to playful pinches and little digs in the ribcage, and on Alisha’s sides, her most ticklish spots, as she lay helpless, spasming with a heady mix of excitement and frustration. Alisha teetered on the edge of ecstatic oblivion, paralysed by pleasure and obedience, which only increased, intensified, as Holly’s wandering hands found Alisha’s breasts, squeezing, teasing, playing, kneading and massaging until she focused especially on the rampantly protruding nipples, which she rolled rapidly between thumb and forefinger, to whimpers and barely suppressed squeals of delight.

            Holly knew full well the extent of Alisha’s arousal; her panties were soaked through, and the air thick with her scent. Holly ran her fingers languidly towards the source of the tsunami, her hand crawling up Alisha’s inner thigh like a sexy spider stalking her captive prey. Until finally, she pounced, and that hand was inside those soaking panties. She trailed a single finger lightly around, as if to push it in, but never quite doing so.

            “You want me to push inside, don’t you Leash?”

            “Yesss! Oh fuck, yes please!”

            “Good girl. Soon I will, and we can have that pack of mini eggs you bought earlier.”

            “Yes Miss Holly, thank you Miss Holly.”

            “Here’s the deal though; I am going to push two fingers into you, and count the thrusts until you cum. For every thrust, you can have a mini egg, and I’ll have the rest. Does that sound fair?”

            “Yes Miss Holly, thank you Miss Holly.”

            “Good girl! Clever little Leash.”

            Holly leaned in and kissed Alisha with a passionate, feral ferocity, tongue raiding, exploring, marauding, as her fingers continued to tease. Then she broke off the kiss, and her plunged her two fingers in, deep and hard.

            “One,” said Holly, but it was drowned out by Alisha’s ecstatic banshee wail of orgasmic euphoria, as Holly felt the rush of juices splashing against her hand. Alisha sat up, her body jerking and pulsating, before she sank blissfully back down, beatific smile and dreamy eyes illuminating her face, making her more beautiful than ever.

            “Love you, Leash,” whispered Holly, “But you’re still only getting one mini egg.”

*

They sat watching pop videos on MTV 80s, Alisha still gently sucking on the single mini egg she was entitled to, while Holly shovelled hers in by the handful. “I’ve probably had enough now, Leash. I’d share them out, but you know, rules are rules. I’ll force them down somehow.”

            Alisha nodded obediently, as they tapped their feet to Kylie on the television, and she watched hungrily as Holly licked her full pouty lips, finishing the last of her chocolate binge. The next video on was Madonna, Like a Prayer. “Banger!” smiled Alisha, and they sang along, watching the video.

            “She was so fecking sexy back then,” said Holly.

            “Yeah,” agreed Alisha, “I bet your man Father Josh gets all tingly and funny when he watches this.”

            “Oh God, yes … yes! Leash, that’s it! Do you think he’ll be at karaoke tomorrow night?”

            Alisha shrugged. “Well, yeah, probably. I mean, there’s feck all else to do here on a Saturday night.”

            “Exactly. So that’s what we’re gonna sing this week. Me and you, and Like a Prayer making Josh all tingly and funny. And then we’ll see what happens next.”

*

“I still think we should have done B*Witched,” said Alisha, looking down at her own outfit with some suspicion. “You promised last time that we would. I had a lovely, cute outfit ready, and I’ve been practicing my jig all week.”

            Holly fixed Alisha in her mesmerising stare, her striking pale eyes with bold, dark centre always able to sink her friend, and anyone else, into a state of submission and/or arousal. Usually both.

            “I promised before Josh came into our lives. He was a force majeure, literally sent from God, and he negates any prior agreement. And I’m sorry Leash, but your little dance bit isn’t nearly as impressive as you think it is. Every girl here from two years old upward can do it, and half the boys too. Keep that shite for the tourists.”

            “Yes, Miss Holly. Sorry, Miss Holly.”

            “Good girl. You can wear your cute outfit when we do the song next week. But you won’t look nearly as sexy as you do tonight – we’re fecking gorgeous! Look around Leash, every man here is staring at us.”

            Alisha obeyed, and found that once again, Holly was right. She also noticed that Father Josh was furtively glancing over. No one could blame him; Holly and Alisha were dressed as nuns, or at least how nuns would look if they had a PVC, latex and bondage fetish. Holly absolutely filled a shiny black one piece, with even shinier thigh high boots below it, and her breasts exploding out above it. And on the million to one chance that they weren’t eye-catching enough by themselves, a wooden cross hung provocatively from her necklace in front of them, sometimes planting itself scandalously in her cleavage.

            Alisha was slimmer and less well-endowed, but a bra top and hotpants showed her toned stomach, and the happy little bruises where Holly’s fingers and thumb had dug in. She had high heels and fishnets, and made the whole ensemble more pious and respectable by wearing a clergyman’s collar around her next, albeit with the leash attached to it, and dragging after her wherever she went.

            There were murmurs of disapproval when Holly and Alisha went up to sing. Some of the older ladies actually crossed themselves at the sight of them. But all eyes were on them, with the menfolk shifting in their seats, draining their pints to quench their suddenly dry mouths.

Father Josh was staring just as keenly as the rest of them, and Holly stared right back at him, never wavering from her unbreakable gaze for the whole five minutes of the performance. She sang the whole thing to him, a personal serenade in a public place, maintaining eye contact through every bump and grind against Alisha, every seductive and borderline indecent shimmy, and even when she dropped to her knees whenever the line in the chorus demanded it. And when the song finished, it was Father Josh who led the raucous standing ovation, and roars of approval. But only for a moment, before he realised how apparent his arousal was, and hurriedly sat down again, blushing. But not before Holly noticed, and saw exactly what Father Josh thought of her.

*

Holly never made it home that night. Doing the song, and seeing the way everyone looked at her – especially Father Josh – made her so turned on she had to go to Alisha’s instead, and demand that her subby friend service her with an array of sex toys all night. If Holly narrowed her focus, and fixated only upon Alisha’s priest collar, her imagination could tell her she was there with Father Josh, Holly came and came, over and over, and for the first time in ages, Alisha got her fair share of the mini eggs.

            Having not been home, Holly had to wear the same outfit to church on Sunday morning, but she didn’t mind. It was fully in keeping with her plan. Alisha went the other way, demure to the point of parody. She looked like a schoolgirl again, with her knee length socks, ruffled skirt, and pristine white blouse. If she was trying not to look sexy, she was failing badly, but Holly didn’t need to tell her that just yet. It was a conversation, and maybe a fun little roleplay, for another day.

            This day was all about Father Josh, and Holly – as thick skinned as she was full figured – ignored the tuts and grumbles of the congregation to take her place in the front row, within touching distance of the new young priest as he tried to deliver his first sermon in his new parish. Holly noticed him shudder, and sigh dreamily as he caught a wispy waft of Holly’s perfume, which she had copiously applied to her mountainous cleavage. He fumbled, and stumbled, and tried desperately to regain his composure.

            Holly was in no mood to let him do that. She pouted and posed, crossed and uncrossed her legs, held his gaze and licked her lips as she ran a hand up and down each shiny boot. She fingered her cross in the unholiest way, and when she knew Father Josh was watching, she took it in her mouth as well. Then she smiled, releasing the cross to fall into the vast, enticing valley of her cleavage, where it bounced around, making trails of spit along her breasts as it did so.

            The poor priest nearly fell off the stage at this point. He faltered and flustered, visibly trembling, forgetting his lines, or his train of thought entirely. He was blushing deeply and vividly, taking frequent sips of water or wine, which he could barely get into his mouth without spilling, spitting, and having it run down his chin. And the more he struggled, the more embarrassed and lost he became, the more it turned Holly on, the state she had him in, the power she had over him. Soon her own arousal was too much to resist.

            Holly rested a hand on her own thigh, and began inching upwards, luxuriating in the soft suppleness of her own skin. Then she teased her hand under the tight latex, as quietly and as subtly as she could, so nobody behind her could hear, but Father Josh could see everything. This show was all for him. Her finger slid inside, then another, and they danced within her as she caught Father Josh in that beguiling, tractor beam stare, her already beautiful face transcending into divinity with the euphoria of onrushing orgasm. And then it hit hard, and Holly shook and trembled and spasmed where she sat, body wracked with a tumultuous ecstasy which she no could no longer subdue. She let out a long, blissful, ululating exhalation, rising in pitch and volume to a stentorian crescendo, before she sank back down again, eyes rolling back briefly before returning to resume eye contact.

            “Yessss …” gasped Father Josh, before attempting to regain his composure, and thinking on his feet. “Yes,” he repeated, “Yes, alleluia indeed. This is how it feels to embrace God.”

            Father Josh smiled nervously, thinking he had fooled everybody. And he might have, had it not been for the rampant, throbbing protrusion at the front of his cassock, and the unmistakeable dark and wet spot at the end of it.

*

“I’m sorry Daddy,” purred Holly, seductively. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

            “My child, the phrase is ‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned’. Wait, is that you, Holly?”

            “Yes it is. Have you been waiting for me? Locked in your little box, thinking of mine? Longing for me to come to you?”

            Father Josh made a rasping, strangulated noise, real words suddenly lost to him.

            “You want to hear my confession, Father? Oh, I think you do. For I have sinned a lot, Father, and I have fecking loved it. I loved it when I led Alisha around on a lead like a pet puppy. I loved it when I teased her to the point of insanity. And I loved it when one single plunge of these two fingers made her cum like a fountain.”

            There was no reply, only rapid, heavy breathing. Holly continued.

            “And I loved it when me and Alisha looked so sexy singing Karaoke, Father. I loved that every man there was staring, and drooling, and lusting after us. Even you, Father. Weren’t you? Remember it’s a sin to lie.”

There was a long pause, followed by a soft, meek voice. “Yes I was.”

Holly grinned widely. “Thank you Father. I got turned on that night too, and I loved it when Alisha pleasured me with plugs and dildoes. I loved that she wore a clergyman’s collar, and I could imagine it was you doing it to me.”

“Yessss, yes, my child, please continue.”

“Begging already, Father? I love to hear it. Almost as much as I loved sitting in the front row and touching myself right in front of you. Making myself cum to the sound of your voice, while looking right in your eyes. You loved that too, didn’t you, Father?”

There was silence from the other side, other than what Holly could have sworn was the sound of blushing.

“Answer me, Father,” she pressed. “No lying allowed.”

“Yes, Holly, I loved it.”

“It was the most aroused you’ve ever been in your life.”

“Yes.”

“Until right now.”

He sighed. Holly recognised it as the last shred of resistance leaving him.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Good boy,” she purred. “And I’ve got one more confession to make, Father. That thing I did during your sermon – I’ve been doing it in here all these time. Hush now, Father. Listen.”

He did, and the gentle sploshing was unmistakeable. As were Holly’s little murmurs of pleasure, and the sweet aroma of her excitement.

She pushed a finger through to the other side. “Now, take communion of me, Father. Taste me.”

Holly expected a delay, maybe even an initial refusal, while Father Josh played out his internal conflict. But no, he clamped his thirsty lips around her fingers like a hungry baby at his mother’s teat. And she knew now, beyond any doubt, that she had him.

“Come on out now, Father,” she commanded. “I can’t be doing with this silly partition between us.”

Father Josh emerged from the confessional booth, looking helpless and defeated. “Oh no,” he wailed, “The other parishioners – what will they think to see me like this?”

“No one can see you, Josh,” said Holly. “Leash has cleared everyone out, and locked the door, so it’s just the three of us here now. She’s a good girl, is Leash, she’ll do anything I say. Just like you, Josh. Leash, get him out of his habit.”

Father Josh stammered and flustered, trying to form coherent words through his dry mouth and blind panic. “It’s not called a habit,” he managed, “That’s what nuns wear.”

There was delicious mischief in Holly’s smile. “Oh, you silly boy. There are a lot of habits you’ll be getting out of, and even more lovely new ones to take over your life.”

“No, I … I can’t,” protested Father Josh, even as Alisha was stripping him naked. “I’ve taken vows, I must obey them. I must be obedient.”

Holly stood before him, looking utterly authoritative in a tiny military fatigue style camouflage dress, and her most domineering shiny black thigh high boots.

“Yes Josh,” she intoned, holding him in her penetrating stare. “You must be obedient. You must obey me.”

Holly repeated the words, holding his gaze and his attention so completely that he didn’t even seem to notice he was naked now. His erection throbbed, bobbed and twitched wildly under his exhilaration and arousal. It was an impressive, enviable length and girth, but Father Josh showed no sign of pride or vanity. He was the epitome of vulnerability.

Alisha stood alongside him, hands gliding seductively over him, caressing Father Josh’s exposed, naked body. “I must be obedient,” she repeated back, robotically. “I must obey you.”

And finally, defences destroyed, Father Josh broke completely, and joined in with the mantra. “I must be obedient. I must obey you.”

“Good boy,” beamed Holly, illuminating the church with her brightest, loveliest, happiest smile. “And good, obedient boys are well rewarded.”

With her victim now completely docile and subdued, Holly had no need to dress authoritatively. She had no need to dress at all. So she stripped, slowly, giving Father Josh plenty of time to stare at and savour every inch of her perfect, voluptuous body. She loved the enraptured expression on his face as he drank in her beauty, completely.

“Lay him down flat now, Leash, and lose your panties. You get to take his face.”

“Yes Miss Holly.”

“And I get to take the first load he ever shoots into a woman. I get to take his virginity, his seed, and his fucking soul, forever.”

“Yes Miss Holly,” came the reply, in unison this time. She had them both so deliciously deep under her spell.

Father Josh adopted the position, flat on his back apart from his thrusting, throbbing erection, and with two beautiful girls looming over him.

“Look at me, Josh,” commanded Holly. Their eyes met. “You will be desperate to cum from the moment you enter me. But you will not do so. You will hold out until I tell you to cum, and you will do this because I must be obeyed. Isn’t that right, Joshie?”

“Yes, Miss Holly.”

“Good boy. Leash, get on his face. And you can cum as fast, as hard, and as many times as you like, and don’t keep quiet about it. I want to know, and I’m sure Joshie does too.”

Holly and Alisha lowered themselves down, facing one another, love, lust, and hunger in their eyes. Alisha perched herself upon Father Josh’s defeated face, and immediately began grinding into it, relishing the rare chance to be placed in a position of dominance. Holly had a trickier job, holding his cock in place and pushing down onto it – damn, he was so big! – and when he was fully inside, hitting deeper inside her than anyone ever had, she came, right away, just like that. The power trip had taken her so close to the edge, and that was all she needed.

Luckily there were no sweets or chocolates up for grabs this time, but Alisha’s first climax was not far behind anyway. She herself had been driven right to the edge by subspacing, and Holly’s orgasmic groan was easily enough to tip her over.

The one who hadn’t cum yet, who couldn’t cum yet, was poor Father Josh, left to endure the sweetest suffering while Holly and Alisha took their pleasure, exchanging grunts, gasps, and groans of ecstasy as they used the fallen priest as a human sex toy. It sounded like a women’s tennis match, and every sound heightened Father Josh’s unbearable need to release his load.

Holly rode his hungry cock like a bucking bronco, ramming, slamming, riding, bouncing, up and down that greasy pole with all her youthful athleticism, hip and thigh muscles working overtime, going into overdrive, as she took a pounding inside her which Father Josh would have been far too gentle to deliver from the top position.

Alisha watched Holly, and the sight of her Mistress, her Goddess, was poetry in motion, and did at least as much to spur her towards multiple orgasms as Father Josh’s innocent, inexperienced, amateurish licking, flicking, and slobbering beneath her. Nevertheless, she coated his face with her delicious juices, over and over again.

Holly herself was now reaching a massive crescendo. The sight and sound of Alisha, in control for once, cumming over and over. Joshie’s complete subjugation and subservience to her, and oh!, that pulsing cock, so hard, so deep inside her, filling her completely, and bubbling away like a volcano, boiling over, ready to erupt.

It was time to let that happen.

“Cum now, cum Joshie, cum, cum, cum!”

He didn’t need telling five times. He was shooting into her like a tsunami, a lifetime of abstinence ended by 30 years of unspilt seed gushing into Holly, running through her, so strong, so intense, that she thought she might burst as she rode out her own shuddering, earth-shattering climax.

They stayed in place while the shockwaves rippled through them, gradually settling down to let them bask in the afterglow. Alisha rolled off first, allowing Holly to look the fallen priest in the eye once again. “Tell me, Father Josh, have you ever felt as close to Heaven as you do right now?”

“No, Miss Holly,” he admitted.

“Good answer, good boy. I’m going to let you stay a priest. You’ll do a lot of good for this village, and the pay’s good enough to buy me nice things. But never forget, I’m your God now, and I’m the one you worship. Forever.”

Father Josh’s cum-soaked face looked utterly angelic as he accepted and embraced his new reality. “Yes, Goddess Holly.”