Message-ID: <46777asstr$1077401406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: From: "janus" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Authenticated-Sender: janus@mrdouble.com X-Spam-Processed: mrdouble.com, Fri, 20 Feb 2004 17:07:34 -0500 (not processed: message from valid local sender) X-Return-Path: janus@mrdouble.com X-MDaemon-Deliver-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 17:07:34 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Megan Becomes an Altar Girl ch 2 pedo M/g nc molest Lines: 475 Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 17:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr ----------- All emails sent to this mrdouble.com domain that contain any file attachment type other than "txt" or "zip" will be deleted. That means if you reply to this message using "html format" or with a "jpg" or image file, or any other file type other than "plain text", "txt" or "zip", the entire email will be deleted and your message will not be delivered to this domain. This is intended to prevent abuse, spam, and viruses. <1st attachment, "Megan_Altar_Girl2-pedo-nc.txt" begin> ******************************* Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality. ******************************* Megan Becomes an Altar Girl Chapter 2 Written by Janus Copyright 2003 All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www "Goodbye, Megan," Father Edward said in his usual genial manner. "Goodbye, Father," Megan replied awkwardly. They were standing on the porch to the rectory. Just yesterday, they had watched the movies together and Father Edward had touched her private area. Ever since, Megan had been dreading seeing him today. But he acted as if nothing had happened and the morning passed without incident. They did the laundry and cleaning as usual, and then Father Edward took her to the church where they did a walk-through of mass, with him directing her on where to be and what to do. "Tomorrow, Megan," he smiled at her, "tomorrow we'll do another walk-through except this time it'll be a dress rehearsal and we'll put on the robes and vestments!" Won't that be exciting?" Megan smiled timidly at him. Looking at the floor, she answered, "Yes, Father." "See you tomorrow then!" He went back inside the house, leaving Megan alone on the porch. Bicycling home, Megan mulled over her situation. She knew she didn't like it when Father Edward touched her between her legs. It just felt ... wrong. It made her uncomfortable. But maybe, she reasoned, maybe what happened yesterday was just an accident. He didn't do anything to her today so maybe it won't happen again. But as she pedaled, Megan remembered the strange feelings and the way her body reacted when he touched her. It had made her skin tingle all over. The sensations grew and grew until the tingles overwhelmed her and the warm feeling in her tummy exploded and flooded her body. Thinking back on it, now Megan felt a cold dread form in her stomach. She had never felt anything like that before and the experience frightened her. She considered asking her mom about it until she realized it would be far too embarrassing to have such a conversation with her mother. The conflicting emotions of curiosity, fear, and shame continued to eat at her. When Megan arrived at the rectory the next morning, she still felt a little nervous but she had spent the previous night consoling herself, telling herself that everything would be okay today. Father Edward greeted her at the door. "Why good morning, Megan!" he welcomed her jovially. "Ready to go try on those altar robes?" Megan nodded. They walked to the church where Father Edward kept up a warm chatter of small talk. Megan only half-listened for she was trying to calm her nerves. Once inside the church dressing room, Father Edward slid open a closet door and presented her with an array of colorful robes. "What do you think? Aren't they beautiful?" he asked her. "You go ahead and choose one." Megan considered her options and settled on a long cream colored robe with a maroon pattern on the shoulders. "Perfect," Father Edward told her. Pulling a larger vestment from the closet he said," I'll take this one. Now let's try them on. There's dressing area over there in the corner. Be sure to take off all your clothes before putting on the robe." His last words sunk in. Whenever Megan had seen altar servers during mass, they simply put the robes on over their existing clothes. "Um, but Father Edward I..." "Take off all your clothes and put on the robe, Megan," Father Edward repeated. Megan hesitated. "But..." "DO IT NOW." He didn't yell at her, but the words had force. Megan shrunk as he fixed a withering gaze upon her. She scurried off to the dressing area, which was really just a corner with a curtain closing it off. With trembling fingers, Megan removed her shirt and undid her jeans. Shivering, she examined the robe to ascertain which side was the front. "Are you almost ready, Megan?" the priest asked. Megan jumped. Father Edward was just on the other side of the curtain. "Why don't you pass me your clothes so I can hang them up for you," Father Edward offered. So saying, he stuck his hand through the curtain. Megan felt the dread grow within her as she pressed herself against the wall to avoid his hand. Shivering since all she wore was her underwear, Megan grabbed her jeans and shirt and shoved them into his hand. "Thank you, Megan," he told her. Megan quickly took the altar robe and pulled it over her head, not caring if it was backwards. The young twelve year old just wanted something between her body and the priest. Smoothing the heavy canvas material against her, Megan wondered how long the dress rehearsal would last. "Megan?" Father Edward said from beyond the curtain. "I think you'll want to give me your underpants too, dear." Megan froze as he heart plummeted within her. Feeling almost nauseous, she just wanted to leave. But he had her clothes and she couldn't bike home in an altar robe. "I'm waiting, Megan." Megan felt her body begin to shake uncontrollably. Pressing herself against the wall, she desperately thought of something, anything she could do. Pretend to be sick? Faint? Run and hide? "Megan," Father Edward said, an edge to his voice. "Give. Me. Your. Underpants." Swallowing hard, Megan lifted up the robe and pulled off her underwear. She stuck her hand through the curtain to pass it to him. "Ah," he said. "These are very pretty underpants, Megan. So clean and white with the pretty pink and yellow lace around the edges." Megan felt humiliated. She would have started crying if she weren't so frightened. "Megan," the priest asked, "Won't you come out now so we can get started?" Shaking, Megan pushed the curtain aside and stepped out. Father Edward stood before her dressed in his own vestments. He reached out and caressed her hair. "Why Megan, don't you look like such an pretty angel. One of God's little angels." Megan recoiled at his touch. Rubbing her back now, Father Edward said, "Now I know you feel uncomfortable being completely naked underneath your robe, dear, but that's the way it has to be. You must open yourself to the Lord and be as close to Him as possible." Megan remained silent so the priest continued. "Even I must be close to the Lord," he told her. "Look." Megan watched as the priest lifted his floor length vestments. Up to now, she couldn't even tell if he was wearing anything underneath. But he began lifting the robe and the billowy canvas rose, revealing first his bare and hairy legs. Megan watched stunned as Father Edward lifted his robe higher. She saw his knobby knees and fleshy thighs, also covered in hair. And then he hoisted the robe even higher until she saw his sagging penis, hanging like a limp tube sock over his bulging, bushy scrotum. Megan felt another wave of nausea as she stared at the priest's penis. She wanted to run away. To her relief, Father Edward let his robe drop back to floor, hiding his male organ from view. "Shall we begin the rehearsal then?" Father Edward said briskly. He handed her tray of several pewter chalices. "Let's start with the opening ceremonies." Megan followed him out to the church. "You must be careful not to walk too fast down the aisle," the priest directed her. "Walk at a calm and even pace." But Megan was a jangle of nerves. Her hands anxiously clutched the tray but even then she somehow lost grip of it. The pewter chalices fell to the ground in a loud clatter that echoed throughout the empty church. Megan hurried to retrieve them. Father Edward knelt to help her. "Oh Megan," he said, stroking her long brown hair again. "I can tell you don't really want to do rehearsal today. I'll tell you what, let's go back to the rectory and we'll watch some movies instead. Wouldn't you rather do that?" "Okay," Megan said uneasily. At least that way she could put her regular clothes back on. But after they put away, the chalices in the dressing room, Father Edward turned out he lights and headed for the door in his vestments. "But, um, Father Edward?" Megan began. "Aren't we going to, you know, change back into our regular clothes?" Father Edward chuckled at her. "No, I think it's better if you become accustomed to wearing the robe. Altar girls must wear the robes for long periods of time, you know. If we're not going to do rehearsal, you should at least practice wearing the robe." Megan's heart sank for the umpteenth time that day. She said, "But, Father..." "I've got your clothes right here, Megan," the priest said, patting a small bundle in his hand. "You can change in the rectory. Now let's go." Megan followed him as he headed to the rectory. Her feet felt heavy and she lagged behind him, letting him get several steps ahead of her. It felt unusual to be walking outside in the robe with nothing on underneath. The air tickled her private area and the coarse canvas itched her chest. Once they entered the rectory, Father Edward immediately steered her to the living room where he began to thread a 16mm film while Megan idly stood by. Nervously, she eyed the single armchair in the room and remembered what happened on Monday. Gathering her courage, Megan asked, "Um, what will we be watching, Father?" His back to her, Father Edward smiled a devious grin. "You'll see Megan. It'll be very... educational." He finished loading the reel. Turning off the lights, he sat down in the armchair. Gesturing to Megan, he indicated that she sit on his lap again. Megan blushed and took a tiny step backwards. She shook her head. "It's okay, Father... I can just .. stand." "Nonsense!" the priest told her. He got up and took her by the shoulders, guiding her like a lamb to the armchair. Sitting down himself, he reached over and lifted her onto his lap. Megan sat stiffly but Father Edward urged her to lean back and relax. She felt him pull her back until she reclined against his chest, just like last time. The movie began. The movie had no credits or narrator. It opened with a man and a woman having a picnic on a blanket in a park. There was no one else in park but them. They exchanged some small talk before the woman reached for the man's zipper. Undoing his pants, she pulled out his penis and began fondling it. Megan despaired. She didn't want to be here watching this movie on Father Edward's lap. But she had no choice. She watched as the man's penis hardened underneath the woman's touch, lengthening until it was too big for her hand. The camera moved in close until the man's erect penis filled the screen. Despite her discomfort, Megan couldn't help but notice the way it twitched as the woman ran her hand along the shaft, running her hands from his hairy crotch up to the large red knob on the end. The mesmerizing action before her helped Megan ignore her predicament. She watched incredulous as the woman opened her mouth, perfectly glossy from red lipstick, and took the man's penis in her mouth. Megan felt disgusted but her eyes remained glued to the screen. The woman's plump red lips glided smoothly over the man's penis, her saliva making the veins along it shiny and slick. Megan felt the warmth rising in her private area. Was it starting to feel like she had peed herself again too? Megan felt her pulse quicken, although not from nervousness this time. She felt strange again, like something was awakening in her body and taking control of her. On the screen, the woman's head was quickly bobbing up and down as she swallowed almost half of the man's penis. Megan felt a shiver run through her body. But then she felt something else. Something hard pressing against her thigh. Father Edward's penis. She pictured it as she had seen it in the church dressing room, limp and hanging. But now she knew that, like the actor in the movie, his penis had grown until it was long and hard. And now pushing against her leg. For some reason, a thrill ran through her as she thought of Father Edward's hard penis, separated from her skin only by his robe and hers. Megan felt ashamed for feeling excited by such a thought. The increasing tingle between her legs was matched only by the growing dread in her stomach. Beneath her Father Edward's chest rose and fell more quickly as his breathing tempo increased. Megan felt his hand begin to draw her altar robe up across her skinny legs. The twelve year old was torn between the desire to be touched and the inappropriate nature of the contact. Her robe was now hiked up in a bunch around her waist. She felt the priest's fingers glide slowly along her thighs until they reached... Between her legs. Megan's heart lurched as the Father Edward's settled in between her legs on her private area. The other day, her thin layer of underwear had prohibited direct contact but today she felt the priest's calloused fingers rubbing her skin, separating the folds of flesh until he touched... Megan gasped involuntarily. She felt Father Edward's other arm close around her waist, keeping her body from jerking. The priest's hands had begun to finger a certain spot between her legs that lit up the preteen's body with warm, tingly sensations. Embarrassed, Megan felt certain she had wet herself because Father Edward's finger now slid easily along the slick and hairless skin between her legs. Where else could this moisture have come from, she wondered? Despite the building physical pleasure, Megan wanted to get away from the priest. "Please, Father Edward, let me go... I don't think you mmmm, ohh," Megan's complaint was cut short by a moan. Her face flushed again. The moan came unintentionally. It was like she was losing control of her body. She remembered last time how the pleasure overwhelmed and terrified her. "Please... Father Edward, please... Just let me go, pl*" Megan's pleading was again cut off by a gasp. The priest's fingers were now slippery with this inexplicable wetness. "Megan," the priest whispered in her ear. "It is the Lord calling out to your body. Don't deny him!" Megan struggled against him, trying to loosen his grip around her waist. Father Edward only held on tighter and pressed his hips against. Sickened, Megan felt his penis again, poking hard at her butt. Only his robe separated his penis from touching her skin now. "Don't fight," Father Edward commanded. "Feel the holiness within you. It is rising free!" Megan continued to resist although the priest's relentless fingering of her hairless flesh was making it difficult. He pushed and pulled her body tight against his, letting his erect penis rub against her backside. Megan whimpered in terror and excitement. She felt the priest's hot breath in her ear. "I have something to subdue you," Father Edward whispered. 'But I believe you will find it as pleasurable as my fingers." Reaching under the armchair, he pulled out a long cylindrical device. Megan watched as he moved it between her legs and used it to touch her where his fingers had been. The device was felt like smooth, cool plastic. Megan felt slightly comforted by the fact that at least his fingers were no longer rubbing her. Until Father Edward flicked a switch on the end of the device. A humming sound filled the air. "Ahhhh," Megan gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Ohhhh..." The moans had escaped her mouth again. The plastic cylinder between her legs vibrated against her hairless skin, sending shockwaves throughout her body. Her hands, which had been trying to loosen Father Edward's grip on her, now tightly clenched the arm around her waist. "Yes, Megan, yes, yes," the priest cooed in her ear. "Can you feel it? Is the Lord Jesus himself entering your body?" Megan could tell the tingles were multiplying with rapid intensity as they raced through her twelve year old body. Frightened, Megan closed her eyes and tried to will them to go away. But they strengthened nonetheless, and she heard herself moan again. She opened her eyes and her gaze locked onto the forgotten movie, still playing in front of her. The actor and actress were now having intercourse. All she could see was the man's hard penis, the veins bulging, as it plunged in and out of the woman's vagina. The pleasure intensified and rose like a tidal wave, poised to crash down and crush her. Her breath came in short gasps. Terrified, Megan knew what was going to happen next but she couldn't stop it. "Ohhhh, please, no, please, Father, I'm sca*" Megan's plea was cut off as the pleasure boiled over within her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt her body spasming uncontrollably. Her body went stiff as a board but Father Edward held the vibrating cylinder tight between her hairless skin. "Ohhh... ahhhhhhh," a series of high pitched whines emitted from Megan. The waves washed through her body, a wave would swell up just as the last one would end. They continued for what seemed like an eternity until finally they petered out and the twelve year old was again aware of her surroundings. She felt the heat from Father Edward's body. Her own was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. The thumping from her chest indicated a rapid heartbeat and her breath was still uneven. Ashamed, upset, humiliated, and scared, Megan burst into tears. Father Edward gently stroked her hair, but his touch only made her sob harder. "There, there, Megan," he consoled her. "You're a young woman now and you have duties. Responsibilities. You're clean and holy with me and it pleases God for use to honor him like this." Megan didn't stop weeping. His penis still jutted hard against her leg and she didn't like it. She never wanted to have to do this again with Father Edward but she felt trapped. "Now, Megan," the priest said, putting an arm over her, "you must promise me never to tell anyone else about what we do together. Do you understand? An altar girl must be obedient and obey the priest. She must do everything he asks of her. Do you understand?" Megan didn't look at him. She had stopped crying and the emotion inside her was now replaced by a blank emptiness. Wiping her face, she whispered, barely audible, "Yes." "Good girl," Father Edward said soothingly. "Now why don't you get dressed and go home early? I can tell you've had a difficult day." Megan slid off the priest's lap and stood, straightening the altar robe so that it covered her up again. She picked up her pile of clothes near the projector and went into the bathroom. She shed the altar robe, hanging it on the door. Pulling on her underwear, she realized there was still a lot of wetness between her legs. A damp spot was already beginning to spread on the crotch of her underpants. Feeling forming in her eyes, Megan pulled on the rest of her clothes. When she opened the door, Megan saw that Father Edward had started watching another movie. On the screen, there was a different woman and she was sucking and licking a man's penis. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Megan saw Father Edward still sitting in his armchair, only now he had removed his vestments and was completely naked. A cold feeling of dread swept through Megan as her eyes focused on his hard penis, sticking straight out from his crotch, and his fist that moved up and down along the length of it. Sensing her presence, Father Edward turned his head to look at her. "Well, Megan," he said, his smile raising the hairs on her head, "I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" Several tears brimmed over and ran down her cheek. Megan darted out of the room without answering. She fumbled with the doorknob of the front door a moment before finally opening it and rushing down the porch stairs. More tears rolled down her cheeks. As the constricted feeling tightened her chest, Megan got on her bicycle and pedaled home as fast as she could. ************************ Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus janus_md@hotmail.com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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