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While Bob Best was suffering from the temptations surrounding him the Reverend Wilson had no such hang-ups. Although he had not founded the Church of the Leading Light he had furthered its development as a refuge for Christians who were uncomfortable with the permissiveness of modern society.
As noted earlier, many Dorset girls married young, often because they needed a legal father for their soon-to-be born child. When Reverend Wilson became their minister the age for baptism, for formal induction into the church, was sixteen. This frequently necessitated rush confirmations for girls who were about to be wed because of pregnancy. Sometimes, in the case of the atypical Dorset girl who had retained her virginity until she was of marriageable age it was just because her intended just couldn't wait until she was sixteen.
This was the case with Felicity Tanner, the fourteen-year-old bride-to-be of Josh Hansen. Josh was a forty-something widower who was in a hurry to replace his late wife with someone who could take care of his house and children as well as service his baser needs. His friend Harry Tanner, the girl's uncle had promoted the idea during one of their frequent discussions of local matters over a forbidden bottle of rum.
"She's a big, strong girl, Josh. And if she doesn't soon have a strong hand to rule her she'd likely going to have to get married to some guy that can't even put a roof over her head."
"Yeah Harry. She's a looker all right. But is she? Like? Has she been stepping out?"
"Nah. She's still got her cherry if that's what you mean. My brother keeps a pretty tight rein on her. But there's a lot of young bucks sniffing around."
Felicity had been flattered by the older man's interest. He was a handsome man and he had a big house with lots of stuff in it, even a satellite television. And Uncle Harry had, for the past two years, been helping her understand more about marriage even though she was not really sure that he should have.
"Please, do sit down Felicity, my dear," Reverend Wilson intoned as he looked appraisingly at the fourteen-year-old girl. At his direction she sat in one of the two small, wooden chairs near his big desk. "Relax for a moment while I fetch us something to drink." He turned and quickly disappeared through a door at the back of the room.
Felicity sat nervously as she looked around the minister's office, which was illuminated by only a small lamp on the desk. Through the door she could see Reverend Wilson pouring something into a small, golden goblet. Beside him was a large, high bed. He must rest here sometimes the girl thought, never dreaming what the principal purpose of the bed was. She looked away and examined the objects on the big desk taking particular note of a small, gold cross encrusted with what appeared to be diamonds.
Reverend Wilson startled Felicity as he walked quietly back into the room. "Please, drink this, it will help you to relax. " Wilson offered Felicity the small, ornately engraved, golden goblet.
"What is it?" Felicity asked as she sniffed at the big cup.
"It contains Holy wine mixed with some special herbs. After you have completed your Confirmation into full membership of the Church you will have a sip of this each time you attend Holy Communion."
The unprincipled Pastor naturally didn't tell his adolescent parishioner the real purpose of the drink although he did, on occasion, add the same mixture of herbs to the communion wine. The herbs, by themselves, were mildly intoxicating although the quantity imbibed during Communion was normally insufficient to have a noticeable effect. They were however a powerful aid to hypnotism and since he began using the potion along with hypnotism on his parishioners, the young and some not so young, he had achieved remarkable success.
"But I'm really not supposed to drink," said Felicity timidly. She was however glad of anything that would help her to relax. The minister was to her a big, overpowering man and although his voice was quiet and soft in his presence she felt fearful and intimidated.
"Don't worry Felicity, the Communion Cup has only a small amount of wine," Wilson reassured her. "Everything you say and do will be blessed in the Lord's sight, so long as you are in my Church."
Felicity brought the golden goblet to her lips and took a tentative sip as she watched the handsome preacher over the rim. He looked younger than Mr. Hansen, she thought. The Pastor leaned back in his big, swivel chair and smiled warmly at the ripe bodied girl across from him.
"Drink it all down, Felicity," the man insisted as Felicity started to place the goblet on the desk. Felicity brought the cup back to her mouth and tipped it up. The lecherous preacher watched patiently as the young girl consumed the last of its contents. "That's very good, my dear," he said as he reached for the goblet.
Felicity handed it to him and sat back in her seat. She shook her pretty head slightly and brought a hand to her cheek. "I feel kinda funny," the young girl said.
Wilson saw the telltale rise of color in Felicity's pretty, young face. His concoction of mild sedatives and stimulants mixed with the cheap, sweet, fortified wine would serve to relax his young subject as well as to lower her resistance and inhibitions.
"Just relax, Felicity. Sit back and close your eyes for a moment and think peaceful thoughts," Wilson droned on in a slow, soothing voice.
Felicity soon dozed peacefully in her seat until her Pastor said in a soft voice, "I want to ask you a few questions. Can you hear me alright, Felicity?"
"Uh huh," Felicity nodded slowly, completely under Wilson's spell.
"Good, that's very good. You don't mind answering a few questions do you?"
"No, Sir," Felicity answered softly, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and regular.
"That's a good girl, Felicity. Have you been with a man before, Felicity?" Wilson's question was delivered in a firm, interrogative tone.
"No, I... Well, I uh... My uncle Harry, he... Oh please... I don't want to tell you, Sir," Felicity whined.
"That's OK, Felicity, we'll talk about that part later, perhaps. Just relax and think peaceful thoughts. Look at the Holy Cross and think deep, quiet thoughts, my dear." As he spoke the minister took the small, gold cross from the desk and held it suspended by its fine chain.
As she watched the slowly swaying cross, Felicity's sweet face became more tranquil almost at once as her breathing again became slow and regular.
"That's very, very good, my dear. Felicity, it's time for you show yourself to God. It's time for you to undress. Would you like to do that for me now, my dear?"
"But Sir?" The girl's eyes widened in alarm. "I don't want to?"
"Felicity!" The man spoke sternly. "You must bare your body and your mind for God. You want to be baptized, don't you?"
"I... I guess so," the fourteen-year-old girl replied sleepily and rose to her feet. Her eyes remained fixed on the little cross which the minister continued to dangle from his fingers while she slowly began to disrobe.
Reverend Wilson watched with lustful pleasure and delight as his young parishioner's body came into view. Felicity was even more voluptuous than she had appeared with clothes on. Her breasts were two perfect, white globes and each was topped with delicate, dark, pink nipples surrounded by silky, pink areola. The large, heavy globes bulged slightly at the bottom, their weight too much for even her youthful flesh to support. As soon as the nipples were bared and the cool air caressed them they swelled to erection.
She was not fat but her belly was convex and below it her mons bulged out, its scant cover of dark curls not quite hiding the top of her cuntal slit. This tempting target was framed by wide, rounded hips and full, plump thighs and. As she turned away from the watching cleric, the shelving prominence of her lovely ass came into view.
Felicity was not beautiful but her face was a study in roundness. Her cheeks, pink now with embarrassment, were chubby, her wide-spaced eyes almost circular and her small, full-lipped mouth had an almost permanent pout.
Ebenezer's organ was throbbingly erect, trapped in his pants and the sight of this young piece tempted him to deviate from his usual, careful schedule. Pleasure delayed can be pleasure enhanced he told himself as he fought the temptation to fuck her right now.
"Good, Felicity, that's very nice. When I count to three, you may open your eyes, but before you do, I want you to remember the phrase, 'Under the big oak tree'. Will you repeat that for me please Felicity."
"Under the big oak tree," Felicity droned in a monotone response.
"That's just right, Felicity. Whenever you hear this phrase, you will again fall into a deep sleep. A very relaxed, deep and peaceful sleep, do you understand, Felicity?"
"Yes, Reverend Wilson, I understand."
"Very well, then when I count to three, you will wake up, but you will still be under the Lord's complete control. You will do whatever He asks of you and I will be His messenger. One... Two... Three. Open your eyes, Felicity."
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