First steps

Freak. Extremist. Flagellant.

Damien was called these names and so much more but like the multitude of scars along his well built body he bore the insults with pride for as the whip humbled the body words humbled the mind. He carried not for what the other misbegotten adventures said about him to his face and behind his blooded back for his cause and suffering was just and righteous. Of course there were a few amongst the motley group that tolerated his presence and chief amongst them was his sister in arms Theresa the vestal nun. Out of all he liked her the most as her unwavering devotion to the cause and her kind words were like a soothing balm on flayed flesh.

However something was amiss, the last outing she came back dragging the unconscious crusader behind her, both bodies covered in blood and bile. Some nameless horror with to many teeth ambushed the group killing the fool and that....that vile retched abomination. It was a pity the fool died, his black morbid humour made Damien chuckle regularly. The crusader would live to die another death but Theresa, sweet Theresa barely said a word since coming back and spent day after day inside the church. He would find out what was eating his sweet sister.

Damien stopped his musings for now as he rounded the corner of the old stone church and headed inside. The creaking of the old oak door alerted anyone inside to his intrusion but at this late hour he knew that only one person would be awake and praying. The flicking light of the candles danced on the kneeling form of Theresa, her hands clasped together as she made no motion to acknowledge Damien's presence. Walking to the stone alter at the far end he lightly rested his hand on Theresa's shoulder.

"Sister your devotion is a shining beacon for the unclean masses but perhaps pray alone will not help this time." His voice was gentle and carried a tone of understanding, a far cry from the hysterical preaching he did at the street corner or in that cursed manner.

Theresa nodded her head as she placed her hands in her lap. " Damien I......I am unclean." She admitted, her voice cracking as if she was about to cry. Judging but her swollen eyes and her red checks she did far to much of that already. Damien knelt down beside her and shifted his hand to her other shoulder keeping her in s gentle embrace.

"Come sister tell me about the wickedest, I have yet to hear of a sin that could not be cut out." He said lightly squeezing her shoulder for comfort. His words of course was true in a fashion but there were some sins that were more stubborn than others. Theresa was both a blessing and a curse as lately her nude body and soft kind voice danced in his dreams and there was morning were he would wake up to the discharge of just lewd dreams. No matter how hard he slashed and hit himself with club, flogger, and fail the dreams would return the next night. In fact being so close to her body and feeling the warmth of it was making his lions harden, he would have to beat himself without mercy after this.

"I.... I couldn't save them Damien when the horror attacked us, I barely kept poor Albert together when I dragged him back to the game let."

"My dear this is a common feeling of guilt when one seeing comrades fall. There is a selection of prays and beatings that I can.." Theresa's hand moved from her lap and touched his thigh, to his surprise she lightly squeezed down as a lover would.

"No it's.... Oh god I am so sorry I... I don't care." She admitted to him looking at his half covered face with her begging eyes. " I can't stop thinking about...about sex. I feel this....This passion that I have never felt before a true lust for life and the making of it! Night after night I have prayed and pleasures myself but there is no release!"

Her confession rocked Damien as he was completely unprepared for her words and for her hand to creep up his thigh as she talked stopping just under his harden bulge. A soft coo escaped her lips as she laid her hand on top of Damien's groin, her body turned towards his and she leans up against his side her other hand against his flat chest.

" You tempt me wearing such revealing clothes showing off your strong chest, I bet you could fuck like a." He had enough pushing her away from him and standing up. Falling to her side Theresa looked up with her begging blue eyes, stands of her hair already slipped out from her habit.

"You vile whore!  You wretched woman!You dare say such things in this holy place?" He roared his hands balled into fists and raised up ready to strike Theresa to punish and beat her back into the righteous path she strayed from. Theresa wails, tears streaming down her face as the lusts in her eyes were suppressed by the horror of her words and actions.

"Please save me! Beat me, whip me just please cleanse me of this sin! I can't take it anymore! Damien help me! Save me!"

A moment of clarity flashed inside of Damien's mind, what if his dreams and lusts for her were linked her affliction? Was....Was this a gift of companionship from on high? She was begging to be cleanse yet her prayers were not working like before. Was it his job to clean her sins and welcome her into a life of bloody worship as it would be her job to complete his lonely existence?

Damien pointed to the alter. " Strip and present yourself!" He commanded and at first Theresa was confused but the lust in her eyes returned. It made a twisted sort of sense to her that only a member of the church, as fringe as he was, would be able to save her and state her lusts. With trembling hands they both disrobe, Damien's hard scar covered body was in contrast to Theresa's soft pure flesh. Soon that will all change.

With her hands on the alter Theresa had her legs spread open, her modest ass cheeks hiding her rear opening as her blonde pubes were neatly trimmed making a delightful little bush around her maidenhood. The soft thighs, the smooth skin, and that begging look made his dreams pale in comparison.

" I have been having dreams about you Theresa and I see now what has to be done." Grabbing a vail of holy oil he popped the cork and let the oil drain down at the top of her ass check letting the oil funnel into her crack. Placing the vail down he slid his harden cock up and down along the oil drenched crack of her ass smearing the oil onto his length.

"This will be a long and bloody journey my dear sister but I promise you will be cleansed."

"Y-yes please cleanse me Damien! Fill me with you co-cleansing girth." She catches herself as Damien slide his cock inside of her opening. It was an open secret that the nuns played with their backdoors and she was no exception. Damien's size was average but he had a pleasing girth about him that made Theresa feel delightfully full. Pressed all the way into her ass Damien reached around grabbing her breast roughly squeezing down and taking his filthy nails across her pure breast.

A soft moan escaped her red lips while she pressed her hips back against his body, her maidenhood quickly begins to moisten as her affliction takes ahold. Adding his other hand he draws long red lines along the front of her breasts raking the flesh. Slowly his hips move letting his cock travel along that oiled hole getting an even coating along her tight fleshy insides. Such a wondrous  feeling it was that he had to remind himself of his holy task lest he forget and plunge both of them into sin.

Bring a hand up to her neck Damien squeezed down lifting her torso up from the alter making her gasp for air while displaying her now red breasts. "You will find salvation and pleasure in pain. It will cleanse you if your sins sister." He growls into her ear before grabbing a thick candle from the alter. The top of the white candle was filled with the burning wax of the long night, the wax which he poured over both of her pink nipples.

Theresa crus out in pain as she made a move to cover herself which Damien stopped with his off hand. "No no! Feel the pain sister, let the sensation linger on your flesh a bit longer. Yes yes that's it sister embrace the pain. Now bring you hands up and twist your nipples." His voice had the underlying hysteria he was well known for. With only small gasps of air to sustain her Teresa reached up with trebling fingers and pinched her wax covered nipples. The soft wax broke under her touch by the twist brought on a sharp pain that made the pouring of the wax pale but it also brought on an equally sharp feeling of pleasure. The mix of pleasure and pain made her petals gleam with her new found lust.

"You nipples will be sore for a while I suspect, the rubbing along your corse clothing will be divine! The pleasure will state your needs while the pain will keep you focused and pure." He said while the candle was placed back, both of his hands now wrapped around her throat squeezing down hard enough to bulge her flesh around his digits. Thrusting harder and faster now he felt his own lust boil to the surface as if he was to be honest with himself the excitement was a bit to much.

Soft gasps turn into ragged attempts to breath as Theresa's cheeks turn from red to blue, her mouth open and her eyes begin to roll to the back of her head. Her heart beats in her ears barely drowning out the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the sound of his grunts. He was so close so close just a bit more....

As soon was his seed erupted and filled her passage with his white sticky lust his hands came off of her thrust. The feeling of his cock pumping his seed inside of her mixed with the loud gasp of the first full breast she took since this all started. Her eyes roll forwards and look directly at the large symbol of their faith just as a powerful climax rocked her body. She fell forwards back down on the alter as her legs tremble and her toes curled up. A thick stream of her juices erupts from her maidenhood and covers the foot of the alter as she screamed. The climax was almost mind breaking as this sensation was entirely new, the heights she was brought to by Damien's touch was..... was almost divine.

Slowly Damien pulls out letting a thin trail of his seed leak out from her now open hole, his powerful arms wrapped around her body and kept the two of them close together. That night Theresa isn't know it yet but she took her first steps into become a flagellent.