Unraveling Lisa

Virgin

"No," Lisa shouts for the first time since she is stripped. She endured everything but she can't be penetrated like this. She is a virgin. Her first time shouldn't be in front of thousands.

The priest slaps Lisa's t**s in anger.

"What did you say?" He asks twisting her n*****s, making her cry out in pain.

"Please," Lisa sobs. "I am a virgin. Don't penetrate me like this."

A hush falls over the crowd at Lisa's admission. The priest leaves Lisa's breasts looking at her with a look of ultimate surprise in his face.

"This is a blessing." He says. "We hadn't had a virgin tribute for fifty years."

He pats her breasts lovingly and announces the crowd.

"We can't penetrate a virgin on the first day without her consent according to the rules." The priest shakes his head very displeased that he doesn't get to penetrate her yet. The displeasure can be seen in the crowd clearly. They want to see her tight p***y f****d by at least a dozen c***s. But they have to wait until tomorrow to have their way with her. The w***e is saved for a day by her virginity.

"But don't worry my friends, we will still have the parade. I'll let most of you have a squeeze here and there." He assures them like he is offering them a piece of a cake.

"But first, let's have a good look of her v****a as she is shaved. You have to see what you are getting your c***s and fingers into." He says and kneels behind Lisa. Using his both index fingers, he holds her nether lips and spreads them. Her p***y lips are hot pink. It looks like a freshly bloomed flower with a little hole. The priest presses on her c**t and spreads her p***y lips more and more.

He can't get satisfied no matter how much he is touching and fondling Lisa. He wants more and more. He is pissed that he doesn't get to drive his c**k into her today. Her tight v****a is driving him mad. Fueled by the fury, the priest spreads her lips wider and wider until Lisa thinks he is going to rip her apart from her v****a.

His fingers then travel down and open her pink entrance. His two index fingers enter her v****a at once and spreads her hole which is never entered that intimately. Lisa wants to close her legs but her cuffed legs aren't allowing her. Without any way out, she lets the priest violate her with his fingers.

The crowd stands on their tiptoes to peek into the deep depths of the naked female in front of them. Many of them decide to apply for her as they are assessing her large boobs and small v****a. She is really desirable.

He replaces his index fingers with his middle finger and drives into her again and again like a crazy man. If he can't get to f**k her with his c**k, he will f**k her with a finger. What he really wants now is to fist the slut. But she is too tight to do that. But he knows by the end of the year they will stretch her so much, that he can put his hand up to his wrist in that little hole that he is finger f*****g now.

Lisa throws back her head and moans as the priest's finger is hitting some secret part in her. Sensation is building in her which wants some kind of release desperately. Just when she thinks she is close to that release, the priest stops. He withdraws his fingers and stands upright.

"Get her ready for the parade." He orders his assistants.

No. f**k me more. Lisa wants to yell at him. But she can't. She is a good girl. She will never do that. Lisa looks longingly at the priest's wet fingers, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her ragged breaths.

The assistants release the rope that is binding Lisa's hand to the tree. Her hands are sore and Lisa gently massages them. She then places a hand across her n*****s and with another she covers her p***y. She can't leave them exposed after her hands are free. The priest lets out a chuckle at her gesture.

"You never learn, do you?" He wrenches her hands behind her back and binds them tight. This position jutts out her breast even more. Her n*****s are longer than she has ever seen in her life. They are the main pieces of attention today. While his assistants are uncuffing her legs, the priest runs his hand between Lisa's legs and slaps her p***y sharply.

Lisa's legs are released and now she is ready for the parade.

"Now you walk through that crowd, Lisa." The priest says his hands involuntarily playing with her n*****s. He can't keep his hands off them. "They will grab every part of you and invade your every orifice which they can get their fingers in. You will obey them and take everything they give you like a good w***e. Tell me you will."

Lisa nods, her words failing her. But the priest doesn't give up. He twists Lisa's n*****s until a cry escapes her lips.

"Yes, master!"

"Good. Let's get you fondled." He says as he leads Lisa down the stage and towards the lust filled crowd.