Francis to Frances

"Look no!" I said firmly.

"But Frances, you can't stay with us if you dress like a man can you?" May said, "It wouldn't be right!"

"Mrs Baxter, please," the Pastor said authoritatively and he pointed to a large pair of scissors or shears on the Altar.

"No, oh god no!" I wailed and I fainted.

I came round moments later, my shorts were off me and my underpants, and ruined with the crotch cut through.

"Are you all right Frances?" The Pastor asked.

"I thought," I said, "Cut, you know?"

"Silly girl now just bend over," he said an he helped me up and pushed me against the altar, lifting my skirt to show my buttocks, I thought he might whip me but instead there was a rustle and he had lifted his robe high and hooked it to the chain around his neck revealing his rampant penis as he wore nothing beneath it.

"No!" I said but May had my left arm and Martha the right and Mrs Baxter covered a finger with slippery lube and forced it up my ass hole, "Noooo!" I wailed but she stood aside and a red hot poker of a penis worked it's way agonisingly up my ass.

"Please!" I wailed as Mrs Baxter cupped my balls, and as the sensations whirled around my brain she began to move my ball sac in time to the Pastors thrusts until sooner rather than later I started to cum, to cum into her hand and then as she grasped it, into a silver communion cup.

"You poor poor girl, you needed that relief worse than badly did you not?" Mrs Baxter asked and then the Pastor shot a load of slime up my ass hole.

He pulled out, the relief was intense, intoxicating, like when you go after being constipated for a week, I flopped onto the Altar.

"I baptise thee in the name of our sovereign lady the lady Mary of Arimithea," the Pastor said, and he dipped a finger in my own cum and made the sign of the cross.

"You'll do just grand as a special girl Frances," he said, "We have just the thing here, Clara, ah Mrs Baxter," he ordered.