A Religious Experience 6

From the second Jason saw the women, he knew they would be trouble. While he was taught not to judge others, whether they be lost or on the path, he couldn't help but bristle in apprehension as they strolled inside, clad in scant but tight two-piece bikinis matching their hair colors; a long-legged redhead, a wide-hipped brunette, and an ample-bosomed dark-skinned woman with shockingly green hair.

"Er...hello, ladies. Are you...perhaps lost?" asked Jason, ever polite, but silently wishing they'd leave before evening mass.

The redhead clicked her tongue as she eyed the young, brown-haired boy up and down, her lips slowly curling into a smile that had him shaking. He'd seen a look similar to that on his nature shows, just before a lion took down a gazelle.

"Naw." she drawled in a husky southern twang. "We're riiiight where we wanna be, ain't that so, girls?"

"I should say so." purred the brunette, her voice sweet cream.

"What's your name, cutie?" asked the green-haired woman, voice low and smoky.

Blushing at the compliment, Jason stammered out his name, cheeks reddening even further as the trio giggled and moved closer and closer to him. "J-Jason, ma'am."

"Well, now, hear that, Cecile?" laughed the redhead. "He called you 'ma'm'! Ain't that just the sweeetest thing, a boy with sum manners."

"Oh,

absolutely

, Maggie Jo!" tittered the brunette. "How old are you, Mr. Polite Boy?"

"N-Nineteen, ma'am. Twenty in September."

The black-haired woman squealed, her blue eyes shimmering. "Oooh, 'ma'am'! Mr. Polite Boy, you are just too precious. I could just eat you

up

."

Jason was praying she didn't mean literally.

"Simmer down, Felicia, yer scarin' tha lil' darlin'!" But from the look in Maggie Jo's eyes, that seemed to be their goal. "What's yer name again, boy?"

"Jason, ma'am," Again, Felicia squealed, earning a playful swat from Cecile. "Would the three of you happen to have business here?"

The three shared scheming glances before bursting into giggles. "Weeeeeeeell," said Maggie Jo. "We wanted to stop on by to brush up on our...

scripture

."

"Oh, yeah, yeah," continued Cecile. "We stumbled a bit from the path, and we're looking for a bit of guidance."

"Too true," smiler Felicia, sashaying towards Jason until they were inches apart. "Spank me, daddy, I've been naughty."

The broom Jason had been sweeping with fell from his hands, the echo of it clattering drowned out by the giggles of the three women.

"Oop, made a blunder there. I think it should be, 'forgive me, Father, for I have sinned?'"

"You're baaaaad, Felicia." chided Cecile.

"See?" Maggie Jo pulled her friends close to her, adopting a wounded puppy look that wasn't fooling anyone, least of all Jason. "We's just poor, lost lil' lambs, lookin' fer a shepherd ta put us back on tha straight'n narrow. Ain'tcha got time to help us, Jason, Mr. Polite Boy?"

It was natural to want to help others; that was the Christian way he was taught ever since he was old enough. But right now, Jason wanted nothing more than these lascivious women to vacate his presence immediately. And ideally, never return. "I'm s-sorry, but I'm not really qualified for such things." spoke Jason. He tried to move away, but Cecile had moved to his back, while Maggie Jo and Felicia flanked him on either side, boxing him in.

"Now, now, don't sell yourself short, lil' darlin'," said Maggie Jo. "Ah'm sure there's loooots you could teach us."

They inched closer, Jason's chances of escape steadily dwindling. His heart hammered as the three gazed at him like a piece of meat, the kind of hunger that bordered on ravenousness.

"Absolve us of our sins, cutie." giggled Felicia.

"Ladies, please, I really think you all should--"

-rattle-

Jason froze at the sound of metal clanging, and for some reason, was unable to pull his wrists apart. As he wondered what was happening, Cecile stepped out from behind him, twirling something in her finger. A single, silver key.

"W-What is this!?" exclaimed the brunette.

"Handcuffs!" replied Felicia, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Had to make sure you couldn't escape, cutie."

"Hey, let's get him in the confessional." said Cecile. The other two nodded, Maggie Jo guiding him towards the booth with her hands on his shoulders.

Fear gripped Jason tight. What were they planning on doing to him? He doubted it was anything good. If only he wasn't the only one in the church, he could at least call for help.

Maggie Jo pushed him into one side of the confessional, while Felicia and Cecile, giggling like schoolgirls, shuffled into the other, the doors shutting with a kind of solemn finality.

"Ladies, please, this...this is highly improper!" exclaimed Jason. "I-If you let me go now, I'll consider this nothing more than hijinks and we can go about our lives."

"Temptin'...but nah." replied Maggie Jo with a chuckle.

Jason tried to speak again, but all that came out was a sharp squeal as Maggie Jo's hands squeezed his bottom.

"Daaaaang, fer a church boy, ya got a nice keister."

"

Ma'am!

"

"Yoohoo!"

Jason looked to see Felicia and Cecile looking at him through the confessional's lattice. "Ready to have some fun, cutie?" asked the dark-skinned woman.

"H-How is this fun!?"

Felicia chuckled as she produced a small switchblade from her top, flicking the blade out. "Oh, you'll see."

She cut a wide hole in the lattice, and Maggie Jo lifted Jason's legs, pushing his feet through the opening. Before he could ask what it was they were doing, the redhead tore off a large chunk of his robes, passing the cloth to her friends. Felicia gripped his legs while Cecile tied the cloth around Jason's ankles, ensuring he couldn't pull them apart. Or back through the opening.

"Good work, girls!" cheered Maggie Jo. "But we ain't done yet!" Gripping the bound boy's robes, just under his crucifix, she ripped them, exposing his surprisingly well-toned chest and pert, pink nipples. The girls hooted and giggled, all while Jason blushed and squirmed in the redhead's iron grip.

Maggie Jo pulled up the ends of Jason's robes, against his very vocal protests, tying them in a knot just above his waist and exposing his white briefs. The girls cheered at the sight of them, Cecile in particular noting he looked 'absolutely scrumptious'.

"Felicia, Cecile, tell me," asked Maggie Jo in a theatrical tone. "What are yer sins?"

"Oh, dear, forgive us, we've sinned so!" exclaimed Cecile, barely able to hold back her giggling as she rubbed shoulders with Felicia. "We saw a cute, darling church boy and thought, 'he looks like such a wonderful, delightful little specimen to play with'. And thus--oh, thus!--we saw fit to satisfy our worldly pleasures!" She batted her eyelashes at Jason, blowing him a kiss. "And give him some as well."

"W-What!?"

"Well, these're grave sins, grave indeed, girls! How exactly didjya 'satisfy yer worldly pleasures'?"

Felicia and Cecile shared a look and giggled. "Well, we'd like to show you, if at all possible."

"By all means! Shed as much clarity as ya can, mah dears!"

"Well, you see," spoke Felicia. "First, we cuffed him and locked him inside a confessional. We wanted to make sure he couldn't get out. Not a bit! And then, oh, then! We pulled his feet through the lattice and bound them with a piece of his own robes!"

"Scandalous!" gasped Maggie Jo. "What next, mah dears, what next?"

"Then we slipped off his precious little church shoes!"

True to form, both girls gripped a shoe each, pulling them off and exposing Jason's pale size tens. "Damn," whispered Cecile. "He's got cute feet for a guy."

"Stay in character!" whispered back Felicia. "You're right, though."

"What next girls, what next? Speak, confess! Spare no dee-tail!"

"Weeeeeeeeeell...after we admired his cute feet for a bit, we thought they looked a bit dry...so we took it upon ourselves to remedy that."

"How so, mah dears?"

Glancing at each other for a brief moment, Felicia and Cecile answered, but not with words.

Jason shrieked as something warm and wet brushed across his bare soles. It tingled at first, before it became maddening, and worst of all, stimulating.

"Are...Are you licking my feet!?" exclaimed the church boy, trying and failing to pull his feet back through the lattice. "Sinners! You're all horrid sinners, I knew from the moment I--uhn!"

"And what was that sound, ah wonder?" asked Maggie Jo in a knowing whisper. For that, he had no answer.

Their tongues weaved between his toes and lapped at his plush soles, not missing a spot. They nibbled his heels, kissed the balls of his feet, and sucked all ten of his toes. Felicia and Cecile moaned and swooned as they licked, clearly enjoying themselves. Maggie Jo watched her friends with gleeful eyes, biting her lip as Jason wriggled and tried to stifle his own moans.

Once the pair had their fill, the redhead continued. "Deary me, that sounds like quite tha experience! How do you think he felt 'bout that?"

"Oh," said Cecile with a Cheshire grin. "I think he loved it."

"What else?"

"Once we got his feet nice and glistening," continued Felicia. "We wanted to ease him up. And what better way to do that than by making him laugh?"

"Oh?

Do

tell, dearies."

Rather than tell, they showed.

It started small at first, gentle, delicate strokes up the sides of his feet. But as the seconds ticked by, it got worse. Two fingers became four, four became eight, until twenty fingers were scribbling and scratching all over his soft feet.

Jason had never been tickled a day in his life, it just wasn't done. So when his captors upped the intensity on his exposed soles, he was now actually thankful there was no one else in the church; they wouldn't hear him laughing like a madman.

"OHOHOHOHOHOHO DEAR LOOOOOOOHOHOHOOORD! STAHAHAHAHAAAP! RIGHT--AHAHAHAHAHA--THIS SECOHOHOND! HEHEHEHEHEEEAAAATHAAAAHAHAHANS!"

He screamed, laughed, and thrashed; all were useless. Maggie Jo held him tight, and Felicia and Cecile were relentless in their foot tickling assault, attacking him with aplomb. No spot went untickled, no toe untitillated, all while Jason howled up a storm.

"Oh, mah stars!" exclaimed Maggie Jo. "That poor boy! Ah can only imagine what that must've been like for him, two gorgeous young ladies tickling' his feet like that!"

"Well, we weren't alone." snickered Cecile as she tickled a spot on Jason's feet that made him scream like a little girl; right against his instep. "A friend of ours was going after his upper body."

Jason managed to catch that part amidst his suffering, looking up in terror at Maggie Jo, who waggled her eyebrows. "Was she now? A bit like...

this

?"

Her slender fingers immediately went for his ribs, squeezing and kneading them like dough.

"JEHEHEEEESUS CHRIIIIIIIIHIHIHIIST! HEAVEN HELP MEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!"

Jason's screaming went up another octave. He couldn't even lament the fact he'd used the Lord's name in vain; so great was his agony. Maggie Jo might've been one woman, but she had the skill and sadism of a hundred, her hands moving and near-light speeds as she squeezed and kneaded his ribs, raked up and down his shaven, exposed underarms, danced across his belly and teased his hardening nipples. Caught between the two extremes, he could only struggle, beg...and laugh.

"MEHEHEHEHERCYYYYYYYYYYY!" wailed Jason as bis nerves burst into flame. "OH, BAHAHAHAHA--BY ALL THAT'S HOHOHOLYYY--STOOOOOOOP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

In spite of his torture, he was still a 19-year old boy, and the touch of the beautiful women, while hellish, still had an effect on him. His briefs stretched as a tent was pitched, a sight Maggie Jo didn't miss.

"Ohohoho, girls! Lookie

lookie

here!"

Still tickling, Felicia and Cecile peered over and burst into giggles at the sight of Jason's erection. "Naughty! Who's the real sinner here, Mr. Polite Boy?"

"Y-YOHOHOHOHOOOU! AHAHAHALL OF YOOOOU!"

"What's that sayin' 'bout stones'n glass houses?" cackled Maggie Jo. "Ah'm thinkin' it ain't right to pass judgement on us when yer sportin' a stiffy like that."

Swinging her legs around, Maggie Jo gripped the top of Jason's briefs, pulling them down with her toes. His cock sprung forth, bobbing slightly, a pearl of precum at the tip. "Oooh, ya

really

like this, huh? Lookit how hard yer dick is."

"Naughty, naughty!" Cecile and Felicia sung in unison.

Still ravaging his upperbody with her insidious fingers, Maggie Jo pressed her toes against Jason's cock, stroking them up and down. It was rough going at first, with all his squirming, but eventually she found grip, and a steady rhythm. "Yer reeeeal lucky, cutie. Ain't many that got tha chance ta experience one'a mah legendary footjobs."

"That trucker at that gas station almost did." noted Cecile, pausing in her tickling to do a long, slow lick up Jason's foot. "Too bad he was a sexist pig."

"Yeah, and he's got the double shiner to prove it." laughed Felicia.

Jason didn't know whether to scream, cry, laugh, moan, or beg. He cycled through all five, sometimes doing two or more at once, as his senses went into overload. As his loins burned and he felt release building its way up, Maggie Jo would pull her toes away and tickle even harder, and then resume the process all over again. The tickling was bad enough, but orgasm denial on top of that? He was sweating through what remained of his robes, red-faced and panting between conniptions.

Just when it seemed that he'd meet his maker several decades too early, a beacon of hope.

-knock knock knock-

"Shit!" the three girls hissed, stopping immediately.

"HELMMMPH!" Jason's cry was silenced by Maggie Jo covering his mouth with her hand, as the trio and their captive lowered themselves into the confessional, keeping their eyes just level enough to see who it was.

A bishop entered, looking about the church. "Odd..." he muttered. "Jason was supposed to be here sweeping. Where is that boy? He'd best not be shirking his duties, or there'll be the devil to pay!"

The girls giggled softly, knowing full well the devil was already having his due with Jason.

"He must be off somewhere else. I'd best find him quickly and tell him evening mass has to be cancelled. Father Ericson got into the shellfish again...he

knows

he's allergic to lobster and still eats it when he can, lord on high."

Jason felt his hopes get cruelly dashed at the bishop's words, and even further as he left, the doors shutting behind him with a mighty echo.

"Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, weeeeeell." smiled Maggie Jo as she and her friends rose up again. "Looks like yer schedule just cleared up for the night, sweetie pie. Girls...where were we?"

The church was filled with the sounds of tortured laughter once again. Maggie Jo's feet busied themselves on Jason's aching cock again, the skilled toes driving him to the edge of release and utterly refusing to push him over, while his helpless feet were left to the dark machinations of Felicia and Cecile. Frenzied laughter mixed with helpless sobbing, but the final blow had yet to be dealt.

"Girls..." spoke Maggie Jo as she ravaged Jason's armpits. "Ah'm thinking we take Mr. Polite Boy here on our trip. We could use some entertainment, don'tcha think? All in favor?"

"Aye!" the three shouted.

"Aaaand all opposed?"

"N-NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAY!" hollered Jason with tears in his eyes.

"Motion carried! You're in fer a treat, darlin'! Cuz with the three of us, the laughs don't

ever

stop!"

END