Forgive me God for the words which I am about to write.
I know that I will speak of sin, lust, and depraved sexuality, and I only hope that You will realize the reason why I am doing it. These words must be written down for the sake of history, so that the world can know the story of Jeanne, and the evil that she has done during her lifetime.
I can remember the first time that I ever saw her with a boy. I was the same age as Jeanne, who, at the time, was my best friend. But I, however, knew that I had God in me, and that I would be joining the convent soon.
I never would have lusted the way that Jeanne did with that boy. She had him lying on his back, and she was stroking the hard thing between his legs. He seemed to be lost to the powers of her touch.
She even moved her mouth down there and licked it, and the boy seemed to lose all control. He moved his hands to the side of her head and started to hold her, thrusting himself up and down, faster, until she bit him.
Then she laughed. I knew how evil she was when I heard the laugh. It was almost like the Devil's, coming from her throat...
Thus begins the journal kept by Sister Maria in sixteenth century France. It was a document that was kept secret for many i years, because of the depraved acts contained in it. However, all that is written in the journal is true.
Sister Maria's account of her friend's lust is not for the squeamish.
For although she considers herself something of a Saint as her account continues, Maria seems to fall into the depravity herself, particularly when her friend Jeanne is sent to the convent, and Maria is assigned to train her.
Then, the nun was able to vent all her anger on Jeanne.
From the document, it is evident that Maria was psychologically effected by what her friend was doing, and seemed to be jealous of Jeanne's free sexual nature.
Toward the end of the account, even though she doesn't seem to realize it, Sister Maria becomes more depraved than her friend ever was . ...
CHAPTER ONE
She was an ordinary looking girl with long red hair and light green eyes, and one never would have known what evil lurked inside of her if one just looked at her.
She had high cheek bones and a lovely smile, and she seemed to be just as playful as all of the other girls. I can remember running barefoot in the grass alongside her one afternoon, when we were both ten.
She fell to her knees, then reached over and grabbed my foot, bringing me down alongside her. We lay there panting, and trying to catch our breath, giggling the way two best girlfriends would do. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"You are lovely, Maria," she said to me. "And you are my best friend, now and for all time to come."
I couldn't have been happier. Life seemed so free then. I kissed her back, and told her that I agreed. If I were to be her best friend for life, she was to be mine.
"So then," she said, "you will not do it, will you?"
"Do what?" I asked, brushing my long black hair out of my eyes, and looking directly up at the piercing rays of the sun.
"Become a nun," she said to me. "You will not do it, will you?"
I couldn't understand her question. Jeanne and I had been friends for years, for as long as I could remember walking and talking. She lived close by, and we spent a great deal of time at each other's house.
She had to have known that my parents were planning to send me to a convent when I would turn sixteen, so that I could be trained to serve the Lord our God. And I had no regrets about it, the way a few other girls that we knew did. I wanted to serve Him. I believed in Him and His strength, and I wanted to follow His ways.
"What an odd question," I said to my best friend, as I rolled over on my stomach and felt the heat of the sun on my neck, and the back of my legs. "Of course I will do it. I want to do it. I long to do it."
She started to laugh. I had heard her laugh so many times before, but never had I heard one as hideous as this. My flesh started to fill with goose bumps. I felt as if she was crossing the Lord with her laughter.
"How could you ever be happy serving Him?" she asked me, and she said it with scorn.
"Because I know that He is all around us, and I know that I will be better off for it in the end. It is almost as if that is the course my life is set for."
"And I know what mine is set for," she said. "Fucking."
I could hardly believe my ears when she said the word. And she said it with such authority and determination, as if no one could ever change her mind.
"You sin by talking like that," I said to her, and she started to laugh louder.
Then, she said something to me, but I cannot remember all the words. She told me something about fucking being the greatest thing in the world, and when I questioned her words, she told me to sleep at her house that night.
We did sleep at each other's house often, and I agreed. I remember, however, that I was very scared that night, because I had seen something in Jeanne that day that I had never seen before. I didn't know why she wanted me to sleep over.
We were both sleeping in her bed, and her two brothers were sharing the bed across from us. Her parents slept in the outer room.
I cannot even remember how late it was when I heard Jeanne whispering in my ear.
"Wake up, sleepy head. I will prove to you what I mean."
I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and watched as she snuck out of the bed. She beckoned for me to follow, and I did.
We stood near the archway leading from one room to the other, and we could hear the sound of moaning coming from the outer room, where her parents were supposed to be sleeping. Her father was a merchant, and was not home all the time. When he did come home, it would be for a period of a few days, and then he would leave again, for a few more days, and sometimes, weeks or months.
As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness in the room, I could make out two figures in her parents' bed. It was her mother and her father, both as naked as the day they were born. Her father was sitting up on her mother's, chest, with his bared buttocks pressing against her breasts. He was hard, between his legs, and I could see the way he was holding the back of her head, and guiding her mouth up and down his penis.
It was so long, and so thick, that I couldn't believe she was able to take it in her mouth the way that she was. However, I am not sure if she was being forced or not. There were moments when it looked as if he was holding the back of her head, and she was trying to pull her mouth back, and other moments when she seemed to like it that way.
"Keep sucking it," he kept moaning. "I can feel myself getting nearer."
I didn't really know what was happening. However, I could see something else. Her mother was spreading her own legs, and she was starting to move her hand down to the thick reddish-brown bush between her legs.
Then, she began to play with herself. She stroked her patch, for only a short time, then let her fingers wander down to her red lips.
As she started to stroke them, I could see them getting wetter, with the wetness starting to glisten in the moonlight which shone through the window. The more she touched herself, the wetter she was getting, until she started to thrust herself up and down against her fingers, almost as if she was lost in some frenetic rage.
"Do you see?" Jeanne whispered in my ear. "Do you see what I talk about?"
"No," I said to her. "I don't understand this."
"It is lust," she explained. "Pure and simple lust. If my parents can do it, then I know that it has to be all right. And if God preaches against it, then I know that I cannot put my faith in Him. Lust looks like fun."
Her father's buttocks were beginning to glisten with a wetness, and then, I saw the way he pulled out of her mouth. He moved his hand down to his thick shaft and started to stroke himself very hard, pointing the tip of it at her mother's face. He moaned his loudest when the cream began to spurt out, and her mother started to moan loud, too. She kept her mouth open at times, and drops of the cream landed on her tongue.
I could see something happening between her legs. The wetness that had been on her lips was now beginning to run down her thigh. She was moving her fingers in and out of herself, faster and harder.
Both of their bodies seemed bathed in a light sweat as they started to move together, and then, he slid his way down her body.
He moved his mouth between her legs, and I could hear a slurping sound. I knew that he had to be licking her there, and she started to pinch her nipples. I had seen Jeanne's mother naked, a few times, when she would bathe down by the lake.
I had seen what large breasts she had, and what nice red nipples she had. However, although I could not see their color in the dim light, I could see a difference in their texture, and even in their size. They seemed to be a little longer, and the very tip of each one seemed to be so stiff.
I knew that they were sensitive to touch, just from the way she reacted when she moved her own fingers there and started to play with herself.
"Why are they doing that?" I asked her. "Why would they do that?"
"Because they love each other, and it makes them feel good, I imagine," she said to me. "I don't know for sure how much it makes them feel good, but you should be able to tell by the way they're reacting, that they are feeling nice."
I was stunned. I could hardly say anything more, and Jeanne didn't seem to care.'
"They do it all the time when he comes home,' she continued. "Every night. And then, there are some nights when my mother is alone, and he is away, and I hear her starting to moan. Then, when I look in, she is usually lying there with her legs spread and her fingers between her spread lips.
"Once, I saw her sliding something in and out of herself. I couldn't tell what it was, but the next morning, when I looked in her room, I saw it. It was a long, somewhat thick piece of wood, and it was shaped in much the same way that my father's penis is when it is hard. Not when it is soft."
"Hard. Soft. What are you talking about?"
I am sure that she would have laughed that hideous laugh, had she been able to. But, we had to keep our voices down, for fear that her parents might discover us standing there and watching what they were doing.
"The penis can get hard," she said to me. "You will see. Look at it now."
I could see it dangling between her father's legs, through his legs. For his buttocks were facing us as he continued to lay on the bed, his head between her legs.
She was holding his head there with one hand now, and it was almost the same kind of thing that we had seen him doing to her, when he had been holding the back of her head and forcing her mouth to move on his shaft.
Now, she was holding his head down so that he couldn't pull it away from her cunt.
"More," she was moaning. "Lick deeper. Stick your tongue in deeper. Wiggle it back and forth, faster. Yes, that's it."
And then, I saw the way he moved his hand between his legs. We watched as he started to tug on his dangling member, rubbing it gently at the same time. Jeanne touched me on the arm and told me to watch carefully.
It was getting longer, and it was getting thicker, too. There seemed to be a bone-like structure inside of it as it started to stiffen, and then, he it was sticking straight out, even when he was no longer holding it up.
"That is hard," she said to me. "That seems to be the most pleasing state for any man to be in. Or at least my father, and so, I imagine most men."
I knew that she was telling the truth when her mother moved her hand down and touched her father's hard penis. I could see the way his body shivered for a few seconds, and how he seemed to relax a great deal.
"Fuck me," her mother started to moan. "Stick it into me. I want to feel you filling me up with it. Do it now."
He pulled his mouth away from her cunt, and he started to move up her body, licking and kissing her at the same time. He seemed to spend a longer amount of time when he was licking her nipples, and she liked that.
Her hand never left his cock. She continued to hold it, by the tip, and when it was close enough to the slit between her legs, she started to guide him in.
"They are going to fuck," Jeanne whispered to me. "And fucking is what it is all about. I know that it is.T am sure of it."
They both seemed to moan with pleasure as he started to move into her, deeper. It was only then that she pulled her hand away, and when she did, he slammed himself into her with a great deal of force. We could both hear the slapping sound that was made as his flesh hit her thigh flesh.
She wrapped her legs around his buttocks, and we could see how tightly she was squeezing. Then, she loosened her grip, and he started to pull back. He did not pull all the way back however, and it seemed as if the head of his penis was always inside of her cunt, at some time or another. They would both let out that passionate moan each time he would thrust deep inside of her, but after the first few times, he stopped resting there.
He started to thrust steadily, and she was even moving herself up and down at times, so that her cunt was moving up to meet him as he was moving in to meet her.
Their lips were locked together, and since there were no other sounds, except for the occasional hoot of an owl, or sound of a cricket, we could hear how heavily they were starting to breathe as they continued.
On and on they fucked, and Jeanne seemed to derive such satisfaction from watching what they were doing. So much so, that she started to rub her legs together.
She was wearing a long gown, so I did not notice what she was doing at first. It was only when she started to breathe heavier, and I could hear the rushed breaths in my ear, and also, when she leaned against me for some kind of support because, as she told me, she could feel her knees getting weak, it was only then that I realized she was doing something to herself to arouse herself.
When I looked at the front of her gown, right between her legs, I could see that there was a light wet stain there. At the time, I did not know what it was. It was only years later, when I learned all about sex, that I realized Jeanne was coming as she watched her parents fucking each other.
There reached a point when her father's breathing was so much more heavy than her mother's, and he started to moan something about reaching that point again.
By that time, Jeanne was leaning all her weight on top of me, and I could hardly keep myself on my feet because of the pressure she was applying to my shoulders. Then, her father let out the longest moan.
"He is coming inside of her," Jeanne started to say, and I didn't really know what she meant, until he pulled back a little bit.
He immediately moved his hand down to his cock, which was now glistening with the same kind of wetness that we had seen on her mother's cunt lips. He started to jerk his shaft, moving his clenched hand up and down the pleasure pole. I could see more of that white cream, the same kind that he had spurted onto her face, starting to shoot out of his cock slit again. It landed all over her belly and her reddish-brown patch.
Her hands were down on her belly fast, and she started to rub the come all around. Both of them were moaning, and when she moved her hand to his hanging balls and started to cup them, he collapsed on top of her.
"They do love each other, you see," Jeanne said to me, and I knew that she had to be right, because as he lay there, he was kissing her on the lips.
I had seen my parents kissing each other before, but never like Jeanne's parents. Their mouths were open, and we could see their tongues traveling back and forth, moving in and out of one mouth.
There were moments when his tongue was in her mouth, and moments where hers was in his mouth, and times when they seemed to have their tongues in each other's mouth at the same time. I could see saliva dripping, and that was when I turned away. , Jeanne almost fell to the floor, because she had been leaning all her weight on me, and I had just pulled away and ran back to the bed.
She followed me, and found me with my back turned to her. She moved her lips to my neck, and I could feel a warm chill running through my body. Then, she started to kiss her way over to my ear, and I could feel the chill getting warmer.
I felt something between my own legs. A kind of wetness. A kind of pleasure, and I knew that it was wrong to feel it.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked, whispering in my ear. "Tell me what is the matter with you. Why did you run off like that?"
"We shouldn't have been watching," I said to her. "You never should have ever watched them. I'm sorry you brought me there."
She laughed, low enough so that no one but myself could hear.
"You seemed to be upset today when I told you that I wanted to fuck," she said to me. "I thought that if you saw why I wanted to do it, you might be able to understand. But you don't. You're an idiot."
I rolled over and looked at her. I could see a blazing hatred in her eyes.
"How dare you say that to me," I screamed at her. "You're evil. You're going to end up in Hell one day. I know that you will."
"Perhaps," she told me. "And perhaps not. I think that if everyone who does what my parents do will end up in hell, then everyone will be there. Your parents, and almost everyone in the town. In fact, the only people that I can think of who might not are the nuns and the priests of the village."
"Why?"
"Because they do not participate in lust. They have found something else. Although I cannot imagine what it is. Lust seems so natural."
"They have found God, and He is able to help them prevent those feelings."
"Was He not the one who gave them the feelings?" she asked me. "Was He not the one who created the man and the woman? If He didn't want them to do that kind of thing, then He would not have created the cock and the cunt."
Each time she said those words, I could hear a ringing in my ears.
She moved her hand around to the front of my body, and I could feel the way she was starting to play with my nipples, through my nightgown.
Since we were only ten, all that I had were nipples. My breasts had not begun to develop at that time, and neither had Jeanne's. And when they did, Jeanne started to develop at a much younger age than I did.
I could feel my nipples getting stiff, and there was something nice about that feeling. Still, it was wrong. It was a part of lust, and lust was sin.
I was not supposed to sin, for I was supposed to become a nun when I was of age. My parents had decided that at a very young age, and when they had told me, I had been pleased. I had been raised to obey them, and if that was what they wanted me to do, then that was what I was going to do, without asking any questions.
I pushed her hand away, and she pulled away from me. She lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling, and when I rolled over and looked at her, I could see an evil smile across her face. She turned to me.
"One day, when you are old enough, you will feel the longing between your thighs. By that time, you will be so faithful to God that you will not know what to do. You will want to do something to satisfy yourself, but you will feel guilt. And then, when you touch yourself, for the first time, you will feel pleasure. And with the pleasure, more guilt. And with more pleasure, even more guilt, until your mind will be split."
"Quiet. You don't know what you talk about."
"But I do. I have already felt the lust in my body. Watching them has made me feel it, between my legs. I have already played with myself, many times, and I have never felt guilt. But you will. You will, and you will be the worst for it."
I started to cry then, although I never thought that what she said would be true.
Now that she is here in the convent, and she is being trained to become a nun so that I see her all the time, I could never admit to her that those words she spoke that night in bed have finally come true.
There are nights when I lay in my small cell, alone in my bed, and feel the yearning between my legs. There are mornings when I wake up, and there is a wetness on the mattress from between my legs, and a faint remembrance of some nice feeling, sometime during the night. Perhaps my own hands were down there, rubbing myself.
There are afternoons when I see the young delivery boys leaving the kitchen after dropping off the groceries. They are hot and they might take off their shirts. I can see the sweat glistening down their chests, and sometimes, a kind of bulge in their pants that I know is the cock bulge.
And I wonder what it would be like to touch it, and what it would be like to have it inside of me, just the way Jeanne predicted it would happen.
I hate her for it. I hate her for having seen the future, years ago, and having been so sure of herself. She will pay for it, too.
The Mother Superior has told me that I will be in charge of Jeanne's training, and I will see to it that she suffers for all her sins. I will make her repent a thousand times over, and I will have her on her knees, praying to God for forgiveness for all the sins that she has carried out in her lifetime.
And after she has prayed, I will make her do so again. I will whip her and torture her, until she vows never to lust again. Until she admits to me that God is more important than the pleasure that one feels in one's cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
I have never touched a man's cock in my life, although I can remember many a time when I saw Jeanne doing it. She seemed to love to torture the men that she was with, playing with them and working them up so that they were stiff, and then, leaving them lying there, aching for some kind of sexual relief, which she would never give.
After that night when I slept at her house, I no longer considered her my best friend. She still thought of me as being her best friend, and I did not have the heart to tell her that she was evil.
Besides, the Lord teaches us to love ones friends. It really did seem that Jeanne needed some kind of help, and each night before I went to sleep, I would pray to God and ask him to come to Jeanne, and tell her that everything she was doing was wrong.
Whenever we would see each other, she would always talk about men and women, and the ways in which they would do it.
"The other day I was spying," she would say to me. "I went down the road to the house of Jenny and Pierre, and I looked in the window. He was fucking her. He was moving it in and out of her, but in a way that I have only seen animals do it.
"She was on her hands and knees, and he was thrusting it in and out of her. I could see how much they were both enjoying it. He had his hands on her hips, and he kept sliding his cock in and out of her. Her tits were hanging down, and every so often, he would move his hand to her nipple and he would start to pinch it. When he did that, she would let out the longest, loudest moan."
I would stare right into her face when she talked like that.
It was always as if she was putting everything that she had into her stories. Her entire soul was into it. The look of concentration on her face would be so intense, that it always seemed as if she was visualizing what she spoke of, as she spoke of it.
"She would move her hands down, between her legs, and she started to cup his balls. That only happened on occasion. Most of the time, it seemed like they were slapping up against her ass, and she liked that because she would let out a long moan each time that the slapping sound was made.
"Then, toward the end, he pulled out of her. I saw the way he started to jerk his cock shaft, and the white cream was pouring out onto her back. He was rubbing himself between her legs as he spurted the cream, and then, it was over.
"I cannot wait until I have felt my first cock inside of my body."
Each time she would say that, I would move my lips in silent prayer.
When we were twelve, Jeanne started to develop. I noticed that her breasts were beginning to grow larger, and her frocks would look very tight on her. Before her mother bought her a new one, to accommodate the growth in her breasts, she would walk around in that tight one with her nipples pressing through, so that it was almost as if they were naked, and not covered at all.
Jeanne had two older brothers, Seth and Jack. They were twins, by birth, although they looked very different, facially.
They both had dark brown hair, like their father, and were two tall, strapping men. They were sixteen when we were twelve, and I can remember many times when Jeanne would ask me to come with her to the lake so that we could watch her brothers bathing nude. I would always refuse, because I knew that she had lust in mind.
One day, when her father was away for a long period of time, she invited me over for dinner. When I arrived at her house, her mother was out. Jeanne told me that her aunt, who lived a few houses away, was feeling ill, and that her mother had taken some food over there because the woman was too sick to cook.
Seth and Jack were both sitting at the dinner table as Jeanne started to serve the chicken broth that she had prepared, with large chunks of bread and butter on the side.
"I hope that Auntie is all right," she said to her brothers.
"I am sure that she will be," Jack told her. "I went to visit her this afternoon. She looked pale, and was weak, but she is sure that it is a passing thing."
"Will mother be staying there for the night?" she asked.
"There is a possibility," Seth said. "In any case, she will not be returning for some time. Why do you ask."
"No reason," Jeanne told them, although I knew that there was.
Although, during the two years between ages ten and twelve, we were not as close as we had been when we were younger, I knew her well enough. I could tell by the look on her face that she was thinking about something.
As we continued to eat, she started to talk again.
"Have either of you two boys ever heard noises in the house, late at night?" she said, addressing herself to her brothers.
"What kind of noises?" Seth asked.
"The sound of two people making love to each other," she said, and she licked her lips. "The sound of mother and father, to be more specific. I have seen the way they make love to each other. So has Maria."
"No. No. I haven't," I said. "She is lying. I never saw anything."
"God will know that you are lying," Jeanne said to me. "Now tell them the truth."
So I did. I just admitted that one night, two years earlier, Jeanne had gotten me out of bed and she had led me to the outer room.
However, Jeanne was not content with me just admitting that I had seen it.
"Tell them just what they were doing," she said to me. "Go on. Tell them."
"No," I said. "I cannot."
"We know what they were doing," Seth suddenly said. "We know all about lust. We are growing boys, and we feel the longing between our legs. Sometimes, late at night, when Jack and I are in bed, we feel the urge. When that happens, I know that I relieve myself. I jerk myself, and soon, after I come, it is over."
Jeanne looked so fascinated. I could see the way her eyes opened up wider.
"Tell me more," she said. "What is it like. I would love to know what it is like for a man. I am only just beginning to learn what it is like for a woman."
"I will make a deal with you," Seth said to her. "I will show you what it is like for me, if, afterwards, you show me what it is like for you."
She smiled, and agreed.
Her brother stood up and started to walk toward the bedroom. Jeanne stood up and followed him. Eventually, Jack walked in there too, and although I didn't want to, I could hear them calling to me. They did not stop calling until I followed.
Seth was pulling his pants down, and I could see his limp cock and his hanging balls. He had a thick patch of black hair, in a triangular shape, surrounding his cock. He moved his hand down and started to stroke himself.
I watched him, for only a time, but kept my eyes on Jeanne for most of the time. Jeanne seemed to be possessed as she watched him. Her face lit up, and every so often, she would start to lick her lips.
Her brother was getting bigger, and soon, his cock was as hard as a cock could be. It was sticking straight out of his body.
He was lying back on the bed then. He moved one hand down so that he could cup his two balls, and the other moved up and down his shaft.
His cock head was getting redder, and every so often, I could see a little drop of something glistening, right at the slit on the head. Each time it appeared, he would move his thumb there and smear it all over the head, so that most of it was soon glistening.
I could see that Jack was beginning to get aroused, and Jeanne saw it, too.
She moved her hand to the bulge in his pants, and she started to squeeze it.
"Do it for me, too, Jack," she said to him. "Do it with Seth, at the same time. Let me see if you're twins down there."
Jack smiled at her. He moved to the bed where his brother was and he pulled down his pants. Although they were twins, but their faces didn't look similar, their penises did. They were almost the same size, and shape.
At the time, having seen no other cocks but those two, and the one on her father (which I had only seen at a distance), I thought that all cocks were the same size and shape. It was only later, when I saw Jeanne with others, that I saw differences.
"You both look so big," Jeanne said, as she moved closer to the foot of the bed, standing between the two lying forms. "So big and proud, both of you. You have cocks just like our father. Thick and meaty."
Seth, who had been playing with himself longer than Jack, started to moan.
"I am going to come, sister," he said to her. "See the way my shaft gets tense. See the way it's starting to pulsate a little bit."
It was not until he mentioned it and I looked closer myself, that I could see he was speaking truth. He started to pump himself harder, and then, the first shot of white cream spurted out of his cock.
It landed on his belly, and he seemed to be contented. He continued to play with himself, harder and faster, and I could see more and more of the white cream coming out of his cock. Soon, there were small pools of it on his belly.
Jeanne seemed fascinated, and perhaps I was, too. I cannot remember.
At the time, I thought that they were all sinners, the whole family.
Jack started to moan less than a few seconds later, and Jeanne moved her gaze over to the proud piece of flesh between his legs. He started to pump it faster, and then, we could both see the cream pouring out of him.
There was more cream coming from his cock than there was coming from his brother's, for it was all shooting on his belly, and piling up. I noticed the difference, as did Jeanne, but I never would have asked what she did.
"Why did you come more?" she said to Jack. "It seems as if you had twice as much come inside of you as Seth did, and yet, you are twins. There should be the same."
"Seth cannot stop playing with himself," Jack said, laughing. "The more often you do it, the less there will be. Seth was playing with himself today, and I am sure that he must have come a few times."
"Is that true?" she said, looking at Seth, whose cock was now limp.
"Yes," he said. "I saw you, Maria, bathing by the lake, and I stood in the woods and played with myself. I thought of what it would be like to be inside of you."
My face flushed with color. I had never thought of what it would be like to have him inside of me, and the fact that he had been thinking of it embarrassed me, and also filled me with a great deal of anger.
Both of them sat up then, and they looked at Jeanne.
"And now, sister, it is your turn," they said to her. "It is your turn to show us how you play with yourself."
"What are you talking about?" she asked them. "I cannot do that."
"You promised that you would," Seth said. "You promised that if I showed you how I can play with myself, you will show me."
"I never said anything like that," she said, lying. I had heard her, and they had heard her, and she was denying it now. "I don't know where you get your ideas. Just because you like to show yourself off in front of me, it does not mean that I feel the same way. Really. I'm going back into the kitchen to finish my dinner."
As she started to turn and walk away, Seth hopped out of the bed. I saw the way his limp cock bounced up and down between his legs.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around so that she was facing him.
"I want to see you, sister," he said, and he started to move his hand to the bottom of her frock, and lift it up.
She pulled her hand back and smacked him across the face.
"How dare you touch me," she said to him. "If you so much as lay one finger on me. I will tell mother about what you did."
"What do you mean?" Seth asked. "What did I do?"
"Played with yourself in that disgusting fashion. Were I to tell her that you spurted your come for me to see, she would be angered. She might even decide to send you away to a monastery, where they would torture you if you did that. Did you hear me, Maria? They will torture you if you ever play with yourself in the convent."
Then, she turned and stormed out of the room. I looked at her brothers for a few seconds. One was lying on the bed, pants down around his knees, puddles of come on his belly, and the other was standing, pants around his knees, and the puddles of come starting to drip down his belly, and into his pubic patch.
I followed Jeanne back into the kitchen.
She was sitting at the table, eating her soup from a wooden bowl, and dipping a piece of bread into it, then eating the bread.
I sat down and continued to eat, and she stared at me.
"Wouldn't you like to feel one of my brothers inside of you?" she asked me.
"Shut up," I said to her. "I don't want to listen to you."
"Yes, you do," she said. "Do you have hair on your pussy yet?"
I didn't answer her. I knew that the more I protested, the more she would prod me.
"You have no tits yet," she said to me. "That is easy to see, just from here, where I sit. Mine are getting bigger. I'm beginning to get some reddish hairs around my cunt. I will be a woman soon. I will be able to use it the way a grown woman does."
"You were wrong to lie to them," I said to her.
"Lie to them? I didn't lie to them. What are you talking about?"
"You did promise to let them see you, if they let you see them. They carried out their part of the promise. You didn't carry our yours."
"You have a dirty mind," she said. "Were you so eager to look at me?"
"No. What are you saying?"
"I just thought that you might be. I am still trying to figure out why you are going to join a convent. I thought that if you liked looking at women and cunts, that might be the reason why you are going. All those nuns there. All those cunts."
I covered my ears with my hand, and started to scream at her.
"You are evil, Jeanne. Please, be quiet. I don't want to hear what you say. You lie. You he to your brothers, and you lie to me. There is an evil running through you, and it will burn your soul."
"You are nothing but a religious fool," she said to me.
Her brothers returned to the table then, and sat there, silently eating. There was a great deal of tension throughout the rest of the meal. From that day on, they seemed to hold a great deal of hatred against their sister.
I think about those days now, and wonder if I should bring them up. I know it would be beneficial for Jeanne if the Mother Superior knew all these things, because she is a wise woman and she would be able to help Jeanne deal with her evil thoughts.
As it is, I have seen the way Jeanne lied to her, from the first day here.
I was in the Mother Superior's office when Jeanne first entered the convent, dressed in tattered garments. She sat across from the woman.
"Why do you want to become a nun?" the Mother Superior asked her.
"Because I want to serve the Lord our God," she said. "I want Him to love me the way that I love Him. I want Him to guide me."
"Before He can, you must confess to all of your sins," the nun said.
"What kind of sins?" Jeanne asked her.
"Have you ever lusted with a man? Have you ever had sex with a man?"
"Of course not," Jeanne said, and she was such an extraordinary liar. It did not faze her one bit to be telling such an untruth, right in front of the head of the convent. In fact, I could see satisfaction in her eyes.
"Have you ever been unkind to your mother or father, or brothers?"
"No. I have loved them as a good daughter and sister should."
"I think that you will make a fine nun," the Mother Superior said then, and I could see the way Jeanne's lips curved upwards on the side.
When she and I left the Mother Superior's office, she turned to me.
"If you ever tell her about my lust, I will kill you," she said to me. "I will come to your cell at night, and I will strangle you with my own hands. I do not want her to know anything about it."
"I will say nothing," I told her. "I am just happy that you learned the ways of the Lord and are willing to conform."
She started to laugh. It was the Devil's laugh again, coming from her throat.
"Conform? What are you, crazy? Do you think I am going to conform, even though I am here? Do you think that I even want to be here?"
"But you told the Mother Superior that you want to serve God."
"What was I to tell her? The truth? That my father threw me out of the house when he found me in bed with my brothers, and that I had nowhere to go. He said that he would not take me back in, until I had conformed. He suggested that I come here and become a nun, and I followed his suggestion."
"Why? Why didn't you just go somewhere else?" I asked her.
"I have no money," she said to me. "I have nowhere else to go. Besides, I have my reasons for wanting to stay close to home."
"And what are those reasons?" I asked her, as we continued to walk.
What she told me is something that I will never forget. It involves one of the most evil sins in the Bible, and she said it so matter-of-factly, that it sent a shiver running all the way down my spine.
Even as I think of the words now, before I write them, the pencil with which I am writing is beginning to shake.
"When I am a nun, and when my father thinks that I have reformed, then he will take me back. And once I am back home, I will be able to do what I have always wanted to do. He is the first man who I had ever seen naked. He is the first man that I had ever seen with an erection, during the act of intercourse.
"When I was with my brothers, it was only because I could not do what I wanted to do. And they were the closest things to my father that I could find. After I am out, I will get my father. I will get him hard, and I will get him inside of me. It is all that I live for now, and all that I dream of. I want my father to fuck me."
I was biting my lower lip when she spoke. I was sure that God was listening to us. We were standing right outside of the church hall. I walked inside immediately and got down on my knees. I moved my hands to my lips and started to pray.
Suddenly, I felt Jeanne grabbing my hands. She started to twist them, and I could feel a throbbing in my wrists. I turned to look at her.
"What are you doing?" she asked me. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I am praying for your soul," I said to her. "I am praying to God, and asking Him to forgive you for the things that you have just told me."
She pulled her hand back and slapped me across the face, repeatedly.
"How dare you," she screamed at me. "How dare you pray for me, bitch. I don't need you to pray for me. I don't need anyone to pray for me, because I know what life is all about. And as far as God goes, He doesn't give a fuck what I do."
I kept moving my lips, even as the tears rolled out of my eyes and down my cheeks, even as she continued to slap me.
"If you were to pray for anything," Jeanne continued to scream, "I wish that you would pray for me to succeed with what I have planned. That is all I need you for. As for your prayer, you can take it and shove it up your ass."
Suddenly, I felt a power surge running through my body. I grabbed Jeanne by her long red hair, and pulled her down on her knees. I stood up, so that at the time, I was the one in control. I started to slap her across the face, harder than she had hit me.
"Now you will pray," I said. "You will pray this second, and you will beg Him for forgiveness. If you do not, I will go and tell the Mother Superior everything that you just told me. You will be kicked right out of here, and as for you getting revenge on me, you will never be able to because they will never allow you in here."
I spoke with such anger, that I could see Jeanne shrinking, a little.
She started to move her lips in silent prayer, and I was content. I left her in the church, still praying, and I walked back to my room.
It was not until later that night, as we ate dinner in the dining hall, that she came over to me and whispered in my ear.
"I prayed to Him," she said to me. "I prayed that my wishes come true."
That night, in my room, I couldn't stop thinking of Jeanne. I could feel an evil force all around the convent, and I was sure that it was emanating from her. I had been in the convent for over a year, myself, and I had never felt anything like that before.
That night, I had a dream, one which I still cannot understand.
In the dream, Jeanne was coming into my room. She was naked, and she was playing with her own cunt. She was sliding her fingers in and out of her slit, moaning at the same time. As she approached my bed, I was sitting up.
"Once you taste it and see how good it is, you will know why it is the only thing in life worth living for," she was saying.
And she was pulling my mouth closer to her cunt. I was trying to pull back, but there was a strength surrounding her. A force.
I couldn't pull back. I started to lick her, digging my tongue deep inside of her. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me so close, so that all the world was nothing but her cunt. Everything I could see, taste and breathe was Jeanne's wet cunt.
I could taste a flavor in my mouth. It was sweet and pleasant.
I could feel her love button growing inside of her cunt, and when I started to wiggle it back and forth with my tongue, I could hear her moaning louder. Her juices were beginning to flow at a steady rate then, and she commanded me to drink them.
I did. I wanted to pull back, but I couldn't. I was glued to her cunt, and there was nothing that I could do about it. Her cream continued to flow, until I thought that I was going to choke on it. And then, she pushed my head back..
"You see," she said to me. "Now you have learned my way."
And then she was gone. Disappeared. Out of my room, and I was alone.
I was sitting up in my bed, and I was no longer dreaming. But I could taste something in my mouth, and I wondered if I had really licked her, or if it had just been a dream.
Then, I could feel the mounting pleasure v between my legs.
I looked down, and saw how my left hand was moving in and out of my cunt, hard and fast. My fingers were wet with my come, and the bed was stained with it. I could feel something dripping down the side of my mouth.
I moved my right hand there and rubbed my chin. The come was sticky as it ran out of my mouth, and suddenly, I realized what I had been doing.
During my dream, I had been playing with myself. And when I had started to come, I had started to move my come-ridden fingers up to my mouth so that I could taste my own juices. I don't even know how many times I had moved my fingers from my wet cunt to my mouth, but I had done it enough so that I had the full taste of cunt on my tongue.
I felt sick. It was as if some power had just come over me and had commanded me to masturbate myself into a frenzy.
I got out of bed, poured some water into the wash basin a few feet away, and started to wash my hands and my cunt. I could feel the guilt rising inside of me. I had sinned, right there on the convent grounds.
It was all Jeanne's fault, I knew. She was the one responsible, and I knew that I would have to deal with her. I knew that I would torture her to make her pay for all the evil that she was bringing with her to the convent.
As soon as I had cleaned myself up, I threw on a habit and ran down the hall toward the small cell that Jeanne had been assigned to.
I opened the door and looked in. As I did, I could see that Jeanne was sitting up in her bed, reading by candlelight.
"What is it that you want?" she asked me. "What are you doing here?"
"Why are you up? You should be sleeping. Were you just in my room?"
"So many questions," she said to me. "So many questions. Why am I up? I could not sleep. I tried to sleep, but this shitty thing that they call a mattress is not comfortable enough. You must have faith to be able to sleep on it."
"Shut up. I don't want to hear you cursing."
"I am sorry if I offended you," she said, with such a snide tone of voice. "But it is true. The mattress is not comfortable. So I was reading. And no, I did not come to your room. Why should I even bother?"
"Because you are evil," I told her. "I can feel your evil all over the convent."
"You are really a sick nun," she said to me. "I can feel nothing in this convent but boredom. Even the book that I am reading is boring, but I am happy about it. I thought that if I could bore myself for a while, I might be able to fall asleep, even on this piece of crap that they call a mattress."
I walked in closer, and then, I saw the book that she was reading.
It was the Holy Bible! And she had called it boring. I could not believe her.
I turned and started to walk out of the room, and she called after me.
"Will you start to train me tomorrow?" she asked. "Will you teach me the ways of the church in the morning?"
"I have been assigned that duty, and I will do it. I will do it because the Mother Superior has asked it of me, and for no other reason."
"Is friendship not a reason?" she asked. "We were friends for so long."
"That is all in the past," I told her. "Now we are sisters, and that is the only tie that binds us together. But as far as being your friend, I have no desire any longer. I have enough friends in the other sisters."
She started to laugh, and her laughter echoed in the small room.
"Do you remember that time when I made my brothers masturbate for us?" she asked, and although I did not answer, she continued to talk, as if I had. "Well, do you remember when Seth spoke of watching you bathe by the lake, and how he had wished he could have put it into you? Well, I wish that he had. If you only knew what it was like to be fucked, you would be a better person for it."
I slammed the door shut as I ran out of her room and down the large hallway toward my own cell. I could hear her words echoing in my ears.
"If you only knew what it was like to be fucked, you'd be a better person for it."
Evil! Sin! That was all that was inside of her, and all she could think about.
That night I did not sleep at all. Instead, I thought about the dungeon in the basement of the convent, where I had seen many sinners being tortured until they confessed to their sins and begged for forgiveness.
I thought of the burning phalluses that I had seen used on young female sinners, and wondered if I would be able to use them on Jeanne.
She deserved it more than anyone that I knew, and yet, so long as she was training to be a nun, it was as good as a confession. I knew that the Mother Superior would not want me to do something like that to Jeanne, and yet, every part of me wanted to get her. And soon, I was able to.
CHAPTER THREE
It happened during Jeanne's fourth week of training at the convent.
I must admit, and no one else knows this, that I set the girl up, because I was becoming more and more frustrated with her hidden evil.
She would talk of her lust to no one but myself, and only when she knew that there was no one else around to see or hear her talking. And each time I would think about it, I would feel fear running through my bones.
Two weeks into her training, the Mother Superior called me into her office.
"And how is the young novice coming along?" she asked me.
"All right," I told her, although I wished that I could have told her to truth. I wished that I could have told her about Jeanne and the fantasies that the girl had about her father, and about the gardener who came to trim the hedges once a week.
But I could not, and knew it even more when the Mother Superior spoke.
"That is good," she said to me. "Because the way a new girl is trained reflects on the nun who is training her. I was happy to hear that you and Jeanne were such good friends when you were younger, and that was the reason why I knew that you would be the perfect one to train her."
As the weeks passed by, however, Jeanne was trying my patience more and more.
Then, during her third week, I could not find her one morning. We were supposed to go to Church together, so I could teach her about the rituals she had not yet learned of. She was not in her cell, and I started to look all over the convent grounds. The last place I looked was the place where I found her.
There was a small shack close to the entrance to the convent. It was the place where the gardener kept his tools, and although I didn't think that she would be there, it was the only place that I had not checked.
As I looked through the small window, I was shocked by what I saw.
There was the gardener, a tall hulk of a man, with his pants down around his knees, and his cock hard and stiff, and sticking straight out.
And there was Jeanne, on her knees, in her habit, sucking the man's cock. She had her eager, dripping with saliva, mouth open, and she was moving it up and down the man's thick shaft. She had his balls cupped in one hand.
I could hear the way he was moaning, and when he started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth faster, she didn't even seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to get a little bit more excited when that happened.
"Suck it, you bitch nun," he said to her, and she smiled. "Take it all the way down your throat. This is God's tool, and He wants you to service it. That's it. Use your tongue. Good. Good. Do it."
I could see the way his knees were bending a little bit, and I knew that he was about to come. She was running her hands up and down his buttocks, moaning loud.
I could feel something happening inside of my body. Watching her and the gardener was beginning to have its effect on me, and I hated her for it. I could feel my own cunt starting to get wet, and I felt the lust raging through me.
Even as I watched him shooting his come into her mouth, and onto her face, I was feeling lust and praying to God at the same time. I prayed that God would kill Jeanne, because had she not been there, I never would have had such feelings.
That was the kind of evil that she spread, wherever she went.
I watched how excited she was when the man started to spurt his come all over her face, and how she licked her face with her own tongue, to try and catch it all.
And then, she sucked his cock back into her mouth and kept it there for a short while, until he pulled back.
"You will not tell anyone of this?" she asked him. "Will you?"
"No," he said to her. "I know that you could get in trouble for this, and I would hate to think of anything bad happening to you."
I was standing outside of the small shack when Jeanne walked out. She knew that I had seen what she had been doing, but didn't seem to care.
"Come, shall we go to church?" she asked me. "I am sorry I am late."
"Do you really think that you can do what you did and then walk into a church like nothing ever happened?" I asked her.
"If God doesn't like it, then let Him strike me down as I enter. That would be a true test to see if what I am doing is bad."
We both knew that nothing like that would happen, and as we walked into the church, she turned to me and smiled, as if she had triumphed once again. I taught her many of the church rituals, and she listened attentively, but didn't really seem to care one way or the other about what she was learning.
That was why I knew I had to set her up, and get her to talk of her evil while the Mother Superior was close by, so that she would be able to hear and realize just what kind of a sinner Jeanne really was.
It happened in Jeanne's own room, during her fourth week there.
I had sent a message to the Mother Superior, telling her to come to Jeanne's room when she had a chance. I went there earlier, and was sitting with Jeanne on the mattress that she still hated, talking.
At first, I started to talk about the ways of the church and the Lord, but when I saw that look of disgust on her face, I decided to talk about the things that she always seemed to have on mind.
"But it is wrong to feel such lust," I said to her. "Perhaps, if I would agree that certain lust is all right, you might listen to what I say. But your lust is different. It is a never-ending lust. You seem to have a constant fire burning between your legs, and that is all you can ever think about."
"We all have the fire burning between our legs," she said. "And it is always constant. Not only women. But the men have it, too. In fact, the men seem to feel the lust more often, and that is good."
"Why?"
"Because when they feel it, the pleasure pole rises, and when the pole has risen, then one can play with it. There is nothing in the world that I like more that touching the hard shaft on the man. There is nothing better than knowing that you are in full control of it, and that the man is your slave when you have it in your hand."
"And the gardener?" I asked her. "Is he your slave? Would he do anything for you?"
"When his cock is hard, and he wants me to relieve him, then he will do anything. He will be my slave. Eat shit if I tell him to. Drink my piss if I want him to. All because that pole of his needs relief, and he knows that I can bring it to him."
"How? Just by moving your mouth Up and down the shaft?"
"Yes. And feeling the power that is flowing through him at the same time that I am doing that. But I feel pleasure from it, too. There is a certain bitter taste in the shaft, and that taste is pleasing to me. It is the kind of thing that I wish I could taste all the time. Much better than any of the shit that they call food here."
"Is that all that you've done with him?" I asked her. "Just licked it?"
"Oh, no," she said. "I have my needs, too. I have been with him four times now. The first three times, I got him hard. I rubbed him through his pants, and then, when he was hard, I could make him do anything for me, just so I would relieve him. I had him bring notes to my brothers.
"But the last time, he wanted more, and to be honest, so did I. I let him fuck me. I let him put it into me, and I loved the way it was feeling as he moved it in and out of me, with such a hard force. He is quite a man, and I "
Suddenly, there was a hand on the door, which had been ajar, and it was pushing the door open slowly. Jeanne looked up, and I turned around, just in time to see the Mother Superior standing there, watching us.
I could see Jeanne's face turning ashen white, and had I not been as awed by the power of the elderly woman, I probably would have smiled. It had worked out just as I had planned it would, and although I had no idea how long she might have been standing there, I knew that she had heard enough to know that Jean was a lying, deceiving bitch.
Jeanne turned to look at me, and I could see the hostility in her eyes. She knew that I had set her up, and I didn't care.
"Do not turn your back on me, sinner," the Mother Superior screamed, and both of us trembled with fright at the sound of her voice.
"All along I thought that you were repenting for sins you have committed," the woman continued. "And all along, you have just been sinning more. And you, Sister Maria, you have lied to me. You told me she was making progress."
"Mother Superior, I've been wanting to talk to you about that," I said.
"You bitch," I could see Jeanne mouthing, but not saying, so that the Mother Superior wouldn't even know she was doing it.
After all, Jeanne's back was to the head nun now, so she couldn't see Jeanne's face.
"I had suspected that the girl was sinning, but there was no way for me to know for sure. This is the first that I knew of it, as a positive fact. I would have come to you immediately, after I was finished talking with her. I love my friend, and I would like to see her soul saved."
"Fuck you and your soul," Jeanne said, mouthing the words again. "I'm going to kill you, bitch. Slit your fucking throat."
I wished that the Mother Superior would have seen the way Jeanne was mouthing these words, because they sent terror through my bones.
Still, the Mother Superior had heard enough, and that was good.
"She will have to be dealt with," the woman said, and she walked closer and placed her hand on Jeanne's shoulder. I could see the look of disgust in Jeanne's face, although the head nun could not. "My child, I know that there is good inside of you, and I know that evil can sometimes take over.
"We will help to cleanse you of the evil, and once it is out of your system, we will work on filling you with good. I know that something must be haunting you to make you talk the way you have, but we are here to help."
The Mother Superior slid her hand under Jeanne's armpit, and lifted her to her feet. She grasped the girl's elbow with her hand, and started to lead her out of the room.
She turned to me, and beckoned for me to follow.
I felt a sense of happiness running through me, and then, I realized how evil it was for me to be thinking like that. Immediately, I asked for God's forgiveness, telling Him that this was the only way I could have dealt with Jeanne.
To all-'the others, she had been the good, kind, young novice. To me, she had been the evil, lusting girl. I was the only one to whom she revealed that side, and I had had to work it out so that someone else could see that side of her, too.
Jeanne looked so helpless besides the woman, and that puzzled me.
For Jeanne was much stronger than the Mother Superior, who was quite elderly at the time. If she had wanted to, Jeanne easily could have pushed the woman away and made a run for freedom, past the convent gate and out into the world.
Still, I remembered what she had said the first day, only to me. She had nowhere else to go, and her father would not accept her again until she was a nun, for only then would the man believe that she had changed.
So Jeanne was preparing herself for the punishment, just so she could stay in the convent and continue with her training.
The Mother Superior opened the door that led to the dungeon. I had only been down there two times before in my life, and it left me with an eerie, shuddering feeling.
She let Jeanne walk ahead of her, and she followed. As I walked in behind them, I pulled the door closed, and listened to the way it creaked. When it was shut, I felt as if I was in some kind of a tomb.
The Mother Superior lit a torch, and with one lit, she was able to light all the others, so that one could see at the bottom of the dungeon.
She took hold of one of Jeanne's arms, and manacled her wrist to a hanging cuff that was dangling from the ceiling. She did the same with the girl's other wrists, so that Jeanne was bound, and unable to move.
Then, the elderly woman started to tear Jeanne's garments off.
"You will not be allowed to put on the garb of a nun until you have repented for all the sins you have committed."
"I repent," Jeanne said, and the woman slapped her across the face.
"You seem to think that this is all a game, don't you? You seem to think that you can say you repent, and all will be forgiven. But I know you are-not talking with any kind of conviction. Now, I overheard what you said you did with the gardener, who will be dismissed immediately. I want to hear it."
"Why? Do you think that it will bring you off? I mean, why should you want to hear it all over again? You already heard it."
The Mother Superior was furious. She slapped Jeanne across the face again and again. One never would have thought, by looking at her, that the woman had so much energy bottled up inside of her body, but she truly did. I could see, by the time the slapping was over, that Jeanne could hardly hold her head up.
"If you continue, to talk like that, like a snide bitch of a girl, you will be tortured," the woman warned her. "Now, I asked you to tell me of your sin with the gardener once again. Do it."
"He forced me," Jeanne started to say. "I didn't want to do it. He forced me."
The woman turned and looked at me, then asked me if that was true.
Obviously, I realized, the Mother Superior had not been there for all of our conversation. She had heard about some of the things that Jeanne had done, but she had not heard about how it had all started.
"That is not what she told me," I said. "She told me that she lusted after him, and that once she was able to get him hard, he was her slave."
I looked at Jeanne's face, for only a second. It was as if she felt I had betrayed her, when I knew, deep down, that I was only helping her. She would have to admit to her sins before she could start to repent, and since God knew her sins, there was no way that she would lie about them. I had to be honest.
But I could not look at her face for too long. The anger that I saw scared me, and I did not want to look.
Instead, I let my eyes wander down over her body. Her breasts were full, now that she was eighteen, and with her arms stretched over her head the way that they were, her breasts seemed to be quite firm.
She had small red nipples, on the center of each white mound of flesh, and they seemed to be so perfect looking.
Her belly was white, and flat, and her buttocks were curved. Her pussy mound was raised, and the hair was a thick reddish-brown. I had not seen her naked for years, and although I could remember the time when her hair was thinned, and just beginning to grow in, now I could see that it had grown in fully.
The patch was so thick, that it almost covered her red cunt lips. However, they were still very much in evidence, when one looked close enough.
"Sister Maria says you are lying," the Mother Superior said to Jeanne.
"Well, she is lying then, for I am telling the truth."
The woman looked back it me. and I could do nothing but shrug my shoulders. What could I do? Just deny Jeanne's denial? Then it would go back to Jeanne, and back to me, being my word against hers.
The Mother Superior looked back at Jeanne, and slapped her again.
"Sister Maria has been with us for over a year now, and she has always been a good, faithful servant of the Lord. I am sorry, but I have to believe what she says is the truth. You have only been here a month, and I do not know you as well."
"And am I to suffer for that?" Jeanne said. "Just because I have not been here for long. That does not seem fair."
The Mother Superior seemed lost. Jeanne had a point, and it was a good one.
I felt the need to speak up. I just had to. I could not see the woman letting Jeanne go, when all those sins were still there.
"She is lying," I said. "I know many things about her, Mother Superior. I knew her when I was younger, and I knew the lust that she had inside of her even then. She would talk to me of her lust, and question my decision to join the convent. She would tell me that I was a fool to enter without knowing what I was going to be missing."
"Then why is she here?" the Mother Superior asked me.
"I cannot say. I know, but I think it is up the Jeanne to tell you. There is an evil reason behind it, too, but she should tell you herself, as part of her confession."
"Jeanne?" the woman asked her, turning back to look at her.
"I wanted to serve the Lord," the girl said. "Plain and simple."
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was going to deny what my friend was saying, but I just could not.
"Is there anything wrong with learning that your lust was wrong?" Jeanne asked the woman. "That was what I had learned. And so I came here. I tried to fight it off, but there was no way that I could. He was too much for me. He wanted me bad enough, and the old yearnings came out. I could not control them."
I hated Jeanne more and more, for each lie that she told. And yet, the Mother Superior seemed to be believing everything that the girl was saying.
"Do you repent to the Lord?" the woman asked her.
"A thousand times over," Jeanne screamed out, and she could really lie and make it seem like truth when she wanted to. For the way she screamed made her words seem like they were filled with such conviction.
I had to speak up. I had to tell the Mother Superior that she was still lying, and that was when the woman turned to me.
"You seem to know so much about her. I am going to leave you with her. I want you to get her to confess to everything that she has done, that you know, and I want you to get her to repent afterwards. I have things to do."
The woman turned and started to walk up the stairs. When she was standing at the top, she turned around and looked back at us.
"Good luck, to both of you. Sister Maria, I have faith in you, and Jeanne, I hope for your sake that you can start to have faith, too."
And then, she left, slamming the door behind her, so that once again, I felt like I was trapped in this large, damp-smelling tomb.
I had seen the Mother Superior working on many young girls from town, to get them to confess to sins that they committed, and I knew how to go about it.
I walked over to the wall where the thick leather whip was hanging, and I picked it up and grasped it tightly in my hand. Jeanne turned her head to see what I was doing, and when she saw the whip in my hand, she was frightened.
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you, bitch?" she screamed. "No, don't."
But it was too late. I stood behind her, pulled the whip back in my hand, then lashed it out at her, striking her right in the back. She let out a blood-curdling scream, and I could see, when she turned back to look at me preparing the second blow, that tears were falling from her eyes.
"Confess," I said. "I want to hear you confess to all the sins. Confess about that day with your two brothers, and how you had taunted them and forced them to carry out an evil sin. Confess to what you did to Eben, the mute boy in town. And to Daniel and many of the other boys.
"And to what you did with your two brothers, in bed. The evil that caused your father to deem you an outcast and send you from his house. Confess to it all. To the lust that you still feel for him, and the evil plan that you have in mind to carry out when you become a nun and can see him again."
I was lashing her across the back, over and over again, and she was screaming out in pain. The blood was beginning to drip down her back, like small rivers, flowing into each other to form a greater body of water.
Her buttocks were bruised, too, because I was so incensed, that I was not even aiming the whip in any one direction, but rather, just lashing it over and over.
"I'll kill you," she kept screaming. "I'll kill you for what you're doing to me. You don't even know what a cock feels like, so how can you preach against it and call it a sin? How? You hypocritical fucking bitch."
"Confess to your evil, and God will see fit to redeem you."
"Fuck Him, and fuck you," she was screaming. "You can go to hell for all I care."
I knew that I was getting nowhere, and knew that my punishment would have to be much more severe. I let the whip fall to the floor, and then, I walked over and took one of the burning torches.
As I approached her, I held the torch out, moving it closer and closer to her left, red nipple. I could see the look of horror on her face, but there was something strange happening to her nipple. It seemed to be getting stiffer as the heat was moving closer, and in getting stiffer, it was moving closer to the flame.
Suddenly, I heard her let out the most shrill scream, and I could hear and smell the sound of burning, crackling flesh. I pulled the torch back immediately, and looked at her nipple. It was just scorched, and I knew that it would take time to heal, but that it would, indeed, heal itself.
"Are you getting off on this?" she started to scream at me. "Is that why you're doing it? Is this how you feel your own sexual pleasure?"
Her words seemed to start to work on my mind. I hadn't, for one second, stopped to think of what my feelings were as I tortured her. All that I had been thinking about was the Lord, and how this girl was a sinner and had to repent, and how I was helping to carry out the Lord's bidding.
And yet, I could feel something between my legs. A kind of wetness.
I told myself that it was all because of Jeanne, and what she was suggesting. I told myself that I was not feeling any pleasure from what I was doing, and that I would have loved to hear her confess so that I could stop.
But her words were just making me more angry, and so, I had to continue.
I moved the torch to her other nipple, and heard the sound of flesh burning again.
She let out another blood-curdling scream, then started to curse at me again.
"If you want to turn yourself on, why don't you just get on your knees and move your mouth to my cunt? I can see the way you're looking at it. I can see how much you must want it. I've suspected, for years, that you never really had to give up the feeling of lust for men because you never felt it. You've lusted after women, and now you want me.
Well, suck my cunt if you want to, only spare me the pain."
"You're evil," I shouted at her. "You're evil, you lie, and you don't know what you talk of half the time. If I thought that God wanted me to kill you, I would. But He loves his children, and believes that there is hope for all."
"Hope? Fuck hope? Just give me lust. Lust makes the world what it is."
Both of her nipples looked charred, and her back was bloody, and yet, she was still sticking to her evil convictions. I knew that I would have to do what I did next.
I walked over and pulled the thick wooden phallus off the wall.
"Remember how you told me your mother used one of these?" I asked her. "It was wrong of you to even watch, but at least you know what it is."
I held it in front of her face, and I could see the look of fear in her eyes. She started to open and close her mouth, saying something that was incomprehensible.
"A phallus. Use it on yourself," I thought I heard her say.
Then, it seemed like she might have said something about how thick it was, too. How thick, and how it would never be able to fit inside of her without killing her.
Little did she know what my full intentions were.
I moved by the torch, and held the phallus over the fire. Within seconds, the phallus was in flames, and then I moved back to Jeanne.
I started to move it right toward her cunt lips, before the flames had a chance to spread and work their way down to the end, where I was holding it.
I spread her cunt lips apart and rammed the thing right in.
She let out a worse scream then. I knew that the wetness inside of her cunt had put out the fire, but not before the flame had had a chance to burn the inner walls of her cunt. That was all that I had wanted to do.
I left the phallus inside of her, for I knew that the flames were out. I wanted the heat of the wood to keep burning her.
"Confess," I screamed at her. "Confess, and I'll pull it out."
I could see the way her breasts were heaving up and down then, and she opened her mouth often to try and say something. I prayed to God that it would be a confession, because I did not like what I was having to do to her.
Or didn't I?
She started to yell, finally, telling me that I was sick. Telling me that I seemed to be loving what I was doing, and that she thought it was very sick of me to love torturing her. She told me to leave her alone, to drop dead, and many other things.
"Jeanne, I love you as a friend," I said to her. "I do, indeed, love you as one sister to another. But you must confess."
Suddenly, she started to move her lips again. At first, it seemed like she was struggling to get her words out, but as she spoke, they came more fluidly.
"I confess to lust," she started to scream. "I confess to lusting after my brothers, and some of the local boys who lived near me. I confessed to teasing them with my sex so that I could see theirs, and playing with some of them so that they might think I would make them come. Then leaving them, still hard and longing for relief.
"I confess to spying on my parents, and watching them fuck each other so many times that I cannot even remember. Watching my mother sucking on my father's cock, and watching him lick her between her legs.
"I confess to breaking myself open with my mother's phallus, so that it wouldn't hurt when I finally had a man inside of me. I confess to leading my twin brothers into bed and having them make love to me.
"Letting Seth fuck me while I was sucking on Jack's cock, and then changing, so that they both had a chance to fuck me. I confess to doing it with the gardener. To making him hard and making him beg me to bring him relief. I confess to all of that and more. To laying down and spreading my legs, and letting him put it into me, on the convent grounds where I knew it was sacrilegious."
"Good," I kept saying. "Good, Jeanne, good. God is listening to you, and He is loving you for confessing all of this. He is, believe me.
I moved my hand to the wooden phallus and pulled it out of her cunt, slowly. It was covered with a bit of her blood, and more blood dripped from between her legs.
"And now that you have confessed," I said to her, "repent, and beg His forgiveness."
"Never," she said, and that was the last word she said before she passed out.
CHAPTER FOUR
We went down by the lake, when we were fourteen. At that age, I remember, I was a bit envious of Jeanne, and the way her figure had blossomed and mine hadn't. I remember praying to God and asking Him to make my breasts grow the way hers had, so that some of the local boys would look at me the way that they looked at her.
I knew that it was wrong, and knew that it would not make any difference in the end, since I would become a nun and would not be allowed with men.
Still, we were young at the time, and I felt ashamed as I undressed next to her.
My cunt patch had grown in, and the straggly black hairs looked ugly in comparison with the reddish brown hairs that Jeanne had near her cunt.
My tits were tiny in comparison to hers, which were now full, like the breasts of a fully mature woman, large and Firm.
She might have noticed the way that I felt, because as we sat by the lake, naked, she moved her hand to my small nipple.
"Don't worry, Maria," she said to me. "They will grow. Give them time."
"I don't really care one way or the other," I said to her.
"But of course you do, or else you would not look at me with such envy. But do not worry. I will not tell anyone. Besides...":
"What?" I asked her, for she had stopped and turned her head.
"I think that there's someone in the bushes there, watching us."
"Nonsense. You are just letting your imagination run wild. Now continue."
"Besides, when you are a nun and you wear that ugly habit, no one will be able to tell how big or small your tits are anyway."
She started to laugh then, and fell back on the ground, her large breasts rising and falling. It was as if she had thought it was the funniest joke in the world.
"You know something?" she continued. "I never thought that black was your good color anyway. Do you think you might be able to get them to design a habit for you in red? That would look wonderful on you. Blood jed."
"Stop it," I said to her. "You sin when you talk like that. The nuns are holy women, and it is wrong to slander them."
"Oh, please," she said to me. "Do you know what I have heard about the nuns? I have heard that they like each other so much, that if one has a longing, the other one might please her and fulfill the urge."
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then started to press her body on top of mine. I could feel her large breasts against my smaller ones, and then, she started to move her fingers down between my legs.
As soon as she slid one into my cunt, I pushed her away.
"What's the matter?" she asked me. "Are you scared of your own feelings?"
"I don't know what you're talking about.
You're crazy."
"No, you are. To deny yourself what you feel. When my fingers were in you, even for a second, I could feel a wetness. Whenever I feel a wetness, unless it is my period, there is always pleasure with it. Are you having your period, or did you feel pleasure?"
"Neither one," I said to her. "Neither one. Leave me alone."
She looked up at the sky, and she started to laugh. Then, she made some kind of eerie sound, moving her hands around in the air.
"Ooooh," she said, sounding more and more insane, letting her hands move in all directions, until they finally landed on my neck. "God has heard what you have said, and He knows that you have lied. He knows that you felt that cunt wetness, and that there was pleasure. But you have denied it. One sin for you."
"Stop it. Don't make fun like that, f don't like it very much."
She pulled her hands away from my neck, and pulled her feet up under her buttocks, wrapped her arms around her legs, and rested her chin on her knees.
"You can be no fun at all sometimes," she said to me, and then, she quickly turned and looked behind us again, into the woods. "There is someone there."
"Nonsense. I don't hear anything. I think you're going crazy, slowly."
"I won't go crazy. Not when I know all about my cunt, and how it works. You are the one who will go crazy, when you're in the convent, lying in your cell, and you feel the yearning in your cunt."
She leaned over and picked up a branch that had fallen from a tree. It was a thick, rounded branch, and she broke off the end of it.
"This would make a nice cock," she said to me. "Were it a little more smooth, it would. Right now, it's too bumpy. Still, if you really want me to, I can show you how a cock would feel inside of your cunt."
She took the branch and started to rub the end of it against my cunt lips. I can't even remember how I felt when she did that, because I was so upset, that I didn't let her do it for more than a second. I pushed the branch away, stood up, then started to run toward the lake. Then, I jumped in.
The water felt so cool and refreshing on such a hot day.
I could feel my nipples stiffening as I started to float on my back, and the cool water that had been on them began to dry in the sun.
She was standing up on the ground, jumping up and down and yelling to me. But for the time being, I did not want to have anything to do with her.
As I was floating, I was thinking about why I had even bothered to go swimming with her that day. I wasn't seeing her too often, because I knew that she was so different from me, and I did not think that she was a good influence at all.
But she had come over to my house earlier in the afternoon, and she had looked very depressed. Usually, she was all smiles, but that afternoon, at my house, I couldn't even get a semblance of a smile to come to her lips.
"You don't like me anymore," she had said, and one would have hardly guessed that Jeanne was fourteen at the time, for she pouted like a two-year-old.
"Of course I like you," I had told her. "I just have things to do."
"What kind of things?" she asked. "Just things to keep you busy so that you don't have to spend time with me kind of things?"
"No," I said, although it was absolutely true. "Just chores."
"Well, if I help you, and then you get the chores done fast, will you come swimming with me at the lake? We always used to have such fun."
"Jeanne, you're so different that I am," I said to her. "Sometimes you say things to me that scare me, and so, I would rather not even be with you. That way, I wouldn't have to think about them too much."
"What kinds of things?" she had 'asked me, and when I didn't answer, she nodded her head up and down. "I know. Sexual things, right?"
"Yes," I said. "That's it. Jeanne, I am to become a nun. I have a great deal of religious faith, and I don't want it to change."
"But don't you think you should know for sure, before you enter the convent, if that is what you really want? It's such a big step for a girl to take, and you wouldn't want to do it without knowing if that's what you really want."
"That is what they have been planning for me ever since I was a little girl," I said to her, "and that is what I want. If my parents think it is good enough for me, than that, is what I want to do."
"If they thought that you should take a knife to your own throat and slit it wide open, would you do that also?"
"That's stupid," I told her. "They would never ask me to do something so terrible."
"Well, how do you know that joining the convent is not terrible? It would be a different kind of terrible, but terrible all the same."
"It cannot be," I told her. "For joining the convent makes you a servant to the Lord, and how could that be bad? Devoting your life to the Lord."
"If there is one," she said to me.
I was shocked that she could even imply something like that, and told her so.
"You talk like a heretic, and if I were not your friend, I could report you and you would be killed for it."
"But you know that I am not a heretic. You know that I do believe in God, but that does not mean I'm willing to devote my whole life to him. Some of us can't live like that, because some of us know that there is more to life than prayer."
"The only thing more that you talk about is sexual lust."
"And what more is there than that?" she asked, and I could feel my head starting to spin around in circles.
Finally, I help up my hands, to tell her to stop talking. I told her that if she would help me with my chores, I would go swimming with her by the lake. However, I made her promise that she would not start talking about sexual lust with me again.
And she had promised. I had been so relieved as we did the work around my house, and walked down by the lake, without her bringing it up once.
But as soon as we had stripped, she had started all over again.
I knew, as I floated on my back in the cool water, that I could not stay there all day. Yet there was something inside of me that seemed to be warning me, and preventing me from swimming back to the shore, where she was still standing.
I knew that something would happen. She had already lied to me once that day, and when she started to talk about sex, you could hardly ever get her to shut up. I wished that there was some way I could get into my clothes, and then just leave her.
But to do that, I would have to be with her again.
She jumped into the water and started to swim toward me. When I saw her coming, I swam to one side and tried to pass her, thinking that if I could make it back to the shore fast, I could dress and then leave her in the water. I had had enough of Jeanne for that one day, and probably for the rest of the week.
"Hey," she said, as I swam past her, "where are you going? Come back here. Look, Maria, I'm sorry that I started to talk about it again. I really am."
When she said that, talking with such conviction, I couldn't hold a grudge against her. The Lord teaches us to forgive those who ask for it.
"All right," I said, stopping and treading the water, to keep afloat.
"But there is someone in the bushes there," she said to me. "Remember when I told you that I heard someone. Well, while you were in the water, I saw him."
"Who?" I asked, and I was very nervous. Someone was spying on us.
"Eben," she said to me. "You know him. Eben, with the shaggy brown hair."
"Oh, yes," I said to her.
Everyone in town thought that Eben was a bit retarded. I didn't really know him too well, but rather, had just heard talk about him. He seemed nice enough. He was a mute, however, and that seemed to be the reason that most of the townspeople thought that he was retarded. He was a handsome young boy.
"I saw his face for a second, and knew it was him. I'm scared to go back there."
The only thing that I was scared about was being naked, and letting Eben see me like that. But I was sure that he wouldn't try anything.
I told Jeanne what I thought, and together, we started to swim back to where we had tossed our clothing. As I climbed out of the water, I knew that I would have to wait a few minutes to let myself dry off in the sun.
So I lay on my back, facing the lake. But Jeanne just kept standing, with her hands running through her hair, and her legs spread apart. She was looking right at the bushes where he was supposed to be.
Then, I heard her starting to call to him, in a sexy, soothing voice.
"Oh, Eben. Eben. Come out, come out wherever you are. Come on over here. Come on."
She was beckoning to him as she called to him, and I could hear the rustling of bushes. I turned, just in time to see him step out in the open.
He looked very timid, and perhaps that made him seem more vulnerable.
Jeanne kept beckoning to him, until he was only a few inches away from her. She stood there with her hands on her hips, as if she was proudly showing off her naked body. Drops of water ran through her cunt bush.
"Don't be scared," she said, and she reached out and started to stroke his chest.
He wore a pair of ragged pants and an even more ragged shirt. The pants were held up by a piece of thick cord.
"Jeanne, what are you doing?" I asked her. "Stop that. Don't touch him like that."
"Why not? He's as tame as a cat," she said to me, and I saw the way she was pushing his ragged shirt open and playing with his nipple.
She plucked at it with her fingers, and his chest was rising and falling. I could see what was happening near his groin.
His cock was starting to get hard in his pants, and it was quite evident.
"Now that feels good, doesn't it?" she asked him, and he opened his mouth, but no sounds came out. He did shake his head up and down.
She started to pull his shirt all the way off, and he turned around and let her pull it down his arms. He had a strong looking chest, and his nipples were now standing up and looking very, very hard.
When she moved her hand to his cock and started to play with it through his pants, I was all ready to leave. I stood up and picked up my clothing.
"Don't go," she said to me. "Stay. He won't do anything. He's nice, and he just-likes to feel himself being touched."
I saw the way he was closing his eyes, and a moaning sound was coming from his throat.
"Besides," she added, "he's getting to see us naked, so I don't see why we don't get a chance to see him naked. What could be wrong with that?"
Slowly, she moved her hand to the cord that held his pants up, and she started to pull it open. He had tied it in a knot, and she struggled with it for a few seconds before she finally got it open all the way.
Then, she pulled it out of the loops, and his ragged pants fell around his ankles.
I couldn't believe how big his cock looked. It was only the fourth one that I had seen, although the first, Jeanne's father, has been from such a distance, that I really didn't know how big it was.
Her two brother's had been a nice size, but since I didn't have anything to compare it with at the time, I didn't know any better.
But I could compare Eben's with her brothers' and his was much larger and much thicker. Jeanne moved her hand under the balls and cupped them.
Then, he lunged at her. He didn't push her down, but he did reach out with both of his hand, and he started to play with her nipples. He pulled at them hard, and Jeanne pulled back immediately. She looked a little scared.
"Now Eben, that wasn't a very nice thing to do," she said to him. "You have to be gentle with me, and I'll be gentle with you. Do you want me to play with this?"
She was moving her hand back to his cock, and rubbing her fingers over the tip of it. He was making that moaning sound again.
He started to shake his head up and down, enthusiastically, letting her know that he most certainly wanted her to play with him.
"All right then," she said. "But only under one condition."
"Jeanne, please, let's get out of here," I said to her, and she snapped at me.
"Shut up. Can't you see that Eben and I are having a good time here? Do you want to ruin everyone's good time just because you're such a tight-ass?"
I was so shocked, that I couldn't say anything. I just stood there, holding my clothing in front of my naked body.
"All right," she said to him. "If you do want me to play with you, I'll only do it if you let me tie your hands behind your back. Otherwise, I won't."
She said it so firmly, and with such authority, that he turned around and held his hands behind his back. Perhaps, had he been able to talk, he might have argued with her, but he seemed to be letting his cock take over for him.
As he turned, I could see the way the hard, rigid penis bobbed up and down.
She took the cord belt that he had been wearing and started to tie his hands together at the wrists, moving the cord over and under, and even between his two wrists, so that by the time she had tied it, he couldn't get free.
Then, she turned him around so that he was facing her.
She took hold of his cock, and started to rub it against her cunt lips. As she did, she moved her lips toward his and kissed him. He opened his mouth eagerly, and she thrust her tongue in. I could see the way he was sucking on it.
Meanwhile, he was starting to thrust himself forward. I could see his cock head trying to work its way between her cunt lips, but she didn't let him get into her. She kept moving back, little by little.
Then, she moved her hands to his chest and pushed him down. He fell with a hard thud as he landed on his back, on the ground.
"Before I please you," she said to him, "you have to show me that you can please me. I know that you can do it."
I was horrified by what she did next. She started to sit on his face, so that her cunt was only inches from his mouth. She pulled his head up and told him to stick out his tongue and start to lick her.
At first, he didn't do it. I could hear the sounds of gagging, and he seemed to be shaking his head no, telling her that he wouldn't.
But she moved her hand behind and grabbed hold of his still hard cock. She started to run her hand up and down the shaft firmly, and when there was a drop of come at the slit, she smeared it all over his cock head.
He let out a wailing, pleasant moan, and then, he did stick out his tongue.
"That's it," she said to him. "You satisfy me, and I'll satisfy you. But you do me first, because it'll take me longer."
One of her hands held his cock, and kept jerking it up and down, and the other one held the back of his head so that his tongue was always close to her cunt.
I watched as her nipples started to stiffen, and then, rise and fall fast. She began to breathe a lot heavier, and I knew that she was getting turned on. She told him to lick the little button that his tongue could feel inside of her cunt, and when he did, she thrust herself forward hard.
I heard the sound of her flesh slapping against his face. I also heard him trying to gasp for air, and I think she could have choked him, had I not yelled out.
"Let him breathe," I said. "He looks as if he can't breathe at all. Let him pull his head back and get some air."
She did, but only for a second. When he had inhaled deeply, she pulled his head right back up to his cunt, and he started to lick her again.
I noticed that she did not keep rubbing his cock constantly. Instead, she would do it for a short while, and then, she would move her hand to the base of it and squeeze him very tightly, sometimes drawing moans front him.
Then, after his moans would subside, she would start that same procedure all over again, jerking his cock up and down.
At one point, he started to thrust up and down into her clenched fist, and she pressed her hand flatly against his groin and pushed it down, so that his buttocks were flat on the ground. She even went so far as to reprimand him for being impetuous.
Then, I could see the way she was starting to thrust herself forward, fast, and hard. The slapping sound continued, over and over again.
"Yes," she started to moan. "That's good, Eben. You have a good tongue, and I can feel the way it's making me relax. Yes, very good."
I knew that she was coming, not only from the look on her face, but even more so, from the way the juices started to roll down her thighs, and onto his face. I could see the way he was lapping at them, and he started to thrust up and down again.
However, she just pulled her hand away from him and let him thrust wildly into the air. She was moving her cunt back and forth, until she started to slow down a little bit. Then, she stood up, her thighs still dripping.
She walked down to the lake and washed herself off, then slipped into her frock. Then, she started to walk toward the woods, beckoning for me to follow.
"Wait," I said to her. "Are you just going to leave him there?"
"Of course. Someone will find him and untie him," she said to me.
"But you promised that if he did it to you, and made you come, you would do it to him and make him come. You lied to him.'
"Are you so concerned about him coming?" she asked me. "Because if you are, then why don't you go over there and make him come?"
"Never," I said to her.
"Well then, don't bother me about it, all right? Let's go."
I slid into my frock, and right before I ran off, I looked back at him. The poor mute boy was struggling, trying to break the bonds that held his hands tied behind his back. His cock was still hard, although it was starting to get smaller.
She was laughing, louder and louder, and I just followed her.
I knew that someone would come along and untie him later in the day, because a lot of the men who worked in town would usually stop by for a swim on the way home.
Still, I couldn't believe how evil she had been to do something like that to him.
And to make it even worse, two days later, when her brothers were joking and laughing about the story that they had heard, about some men finding Eben down by the lake, tied up and naked, with a semi-erection, she just stood there and acted like it was all news to her. When I wanted to say something, she ;hit me in the stomach with her elbow.
As I looked at her, unconscious and hanging in the dungeon, I thought about what she had done to Eben.
For a second, I thought about running into town and looking for him, then bringing him back and letting him abuse her, just to get his revenge for what she had done to him. But just then, I heard her groaning, and she started to regain consciousness.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Water," Jeanne started to moan. "Water. Please. Water."
"Not until you repent," I said to her. "Not until I hear you ask God's forgiveness for all the sins that you have admitted to."
"And what' if I die of thirst, first?" she asked me. "What then? Will you ask Him to forgive you because you killed me?"
I knew that she was right. Her lips looked dry and parched. I walked upstairs and outside, then down the hallway to the kitchen.
As I passed the Mother Superior's office on the way back, I heard her call to me.
"Maria, come in here a minute," she said, and I walked inside. "How is it going? You've been down there for a few hours now.'
"I know. She passed out, and I was waiting for her to come around again. I am making progress, Mother Superior. Good progress."
"Tell me all about it," the woman said. "What happened?"
I started to tell her everything. I didn't leave out one detail, concerning the tortures with the fire and the flaming phallus. The Mother Superior looked very pleased to hear about it, and when I saw the look of satisfaction on her face, long before she was informed of the end result, I was very puzzled.
The end result, of course, had to do with Jeanne's confession concerning some of the lustful sins she had committed.
"And what happened when you asked her to beg for repentance?" the head nun asked.
"She said that she would not, and then she fainted."
The Mother Superior folded her hands on her desk, then smiled at me.
"Well, if it comes right down to it, you might have to try more severe methods. I know how hard it must be for you to do this, considering the fact that the girl was a close friend of yours. But God will love you for what you do."
"I know that, Mother Superior," I said to her. "And I am praying that my friend will understand it all when it is over."
"Very good then. Continue with your work. Come to me when you are finished. If she does not repent, then you must leave her down there overnight."
"But what about the rats?" I asked her.
I had heard many stories about the rats, and how they came and nibbled at the feet of the bound victims. I had also heard screaming there one night, and I had awoke from a peaceful dream, only to hear a prisoner yelling about the things crawling all over her body, and how she was getting sick. How they were biting into her flesh.
"Perhaps if she sees what it is like to be in a certain kind of hell, then she will try to repent before she ends up in hell after life," I was told.
The Mother Superior nodded, which was how she always ended her conversations. I stood up, took the pitcher of water that I had put on her desk, and started to walk back down to the dungeon. T passed many sisters on the way, and they all looked at me with a look of pity on their faces, which I did not understand.
Of course, Jeanne was where I had left her, although, when I first opened the door and looked down, I could see that she was struggling a bit with the manacles that held her captive. I told her, as I walked down the steps, that it was senseless to even try, because she would only hurt herself more.
She drank from the pitcher, which I held up to her lips, and I could see how happy she was to taste the cool water.
"The Mother Superior told me that if I had to, I should leave you here overnight. Until you repent. Please, Jeanne, for your own sake, repent. You do not want to be left here overnight. It's an awful place."
"I never knew that there were places like this in convents," she said to me. "Tell me what they are used for."
"To get prisoners to confess to their sins, and then get them to repent. We have had many young girls from town in here. Many prostitutes were brought in here, and they confessed to their sins, and begged God's forgiveness."
"And did He forgive them?" Jeanne asked me.
I could tell, just from her tone of voice, that she had gotten most of her energy back, and I did not like it.
I moved my hand to her breast, and touched her charred nipple. She gasped in pain, and in some ways, I was glad about it. I had touched her nipple, only to remind her of the bruises all over her body.
She seemed to suddenly become aware of all of them. She looked down between her legs and saw the dried pool of blood, then managed to look back over her shoulders and see the lash marks that ran all the way down to her buttocks.
Hatred flared up in her nostrils, and in her entire face.
"Tell me," she screamed at me. "Did He forgive them? Did He?"
"Yes," I screamed back at her. "Of course He did. He is merciful, and He wants to love His children, so long as they love Him."
She started to laugh, and there was a great deal of hostility in her laughter.
"And after they were forgiven?" she asked me. "After, what happened? What do you think happened with them afterwards?"
"I don't know," I said to her. "What do you think happened?"
"They went back and became whores again, that's what. What do you think, they're going to give you their livelihood just because they were tortured here? I'm sure that they probably did not get the same kind of wages for the few months after they were let out of this hell hole, because their bodies were probably scarred and bruised, and not worth the full price."
I slapped her across the face, hard, then did it again.
"How dare you talk like this," I screamed at her. "How dare you."
"You know as well as I do that a whore is a whore. Unless she was killed down here, she is back out on the streets, selling her cunt to any man who is willing to pay for it. And do you know something, Maria? She is better off for it. She is better off because she is able to explore her pleasures."
"Shut up," I said to her, and I felt as if I was powerless over her, even though she was the one who was tied up.
"But you will never know anything about that, will you Maria? You will never know what it is like to explore your pleasures, because you will always deny yourself the chance to see what it was like."
"I don't want to hear anymore," I screamed at her, and I reached down and picked the whip up off the floor, then started to lash it out at her, over and over again. But I didn't stop when I was hitting her on the back.
I moved around and lashed her on the front, ripping the flesh on her breasts and belly, until she was a bloody mess.
But she was strong, and she opened her mouth and let out the most hideous laugh.
"Let me lick you and show you what it's like," she said to me. "I've never licked another woman before, but I'm sure that I could do it to you, and you would see what the feeling I long for all the time is like."
"No," I said to her, and I was stepping back. "I do not have to feel it to know what I am missing. I have only to know that it is a sin."
"Hah," she said to me, and she started to laugh again.
I couldn't help but think of it as the Devil's laugh, once again, the same kind of laugh that I had heard from her many times. Only this time, it was different. This time, it seemed almost like we were in the pits of hell, for the dungeon was so low in the ground, and she was in control because she was the Devil's servant.
I let the whip fall to the floor, and fell to my knees. I started to cry as I lay there in front of her, and I was hardly able to control myself. "What is wrong with you?" I asked her. "Are you possessed? We grew up together, so close to each other, from the same kind of families. Why have you turned out to be so evil, and I am so good?"
"Who says that you are so good?" she suddenly asked me. "What ever gave you the idea that you were so good? When I was with Eben that day, you just sat by and watched, as if you were enjoying everything that was happening. Was that so good of, you? You should have come to his aid, that's what you should have done."
"I couldn't. You would not let me."
"That is an outright lie. You possessed your own free will, and if you had had such pity for him, you would have pushed me away and helped him."
"No. You were too strong for me. You were always too strong for me."
She started to lick her lips, sticking her long red tongue out so that when she was running it over her upper lip, it almost touched her nose.
She did it so slowly, and seductively, as if she could taste the most pleasing flavor on her lips. And then, she started to talk, in a soft, soothing voice.
"If I was always so strong, then why isn't it working now? Why aren't you doing what I want you to do? Why aren't you letting me free so that I can lick you and show you what you've been missing all this time? I know that my licking would not be as good as a real cock but ... wait! Look over there."
I followed her gaze, and saw what she was looking at. It was the wooden phallus which I had stuck into her cunt, when it had been on fire. It was lying on the stone ground, a few feet away from her foot.
"Pick it up," she said to me. "Pick it up, now!" It was her hell, and she was in control. I know that had to be it. Otherwise, I would not have followed her orders and did what she said. But something made me reach down and pick up that wooden phallus. "That is the closest thing to a real cock around here, unless, of course, you want to go running after the gardener before the Mother Superior throws him off the convent grounds. No, that will do. Hold it up." I held it up in front of her face, and she stuck out her tongue. "I will lick it for you, and show you how much I can love a cock. I will get it wet for you, and then, you will be able to stick it in your cunt, and feel what the pleasures of a cock is like."
"No," I said to her, even though I was moving the phallus closer to her mouth.
I watched the way she started to lick it. She was moaning as she did it, as if she was even loving the taste of the charred wood.
At first, she just ran her tongue all over it, but then, she started to . open her mouth wider, and she was moving her open mouth up and down the length of the phallus. I could see how much saliva she was leaving on it. A thick coat of it.
After a few seconds, she pulled her head back and laughed.
"Now, pull your skirt up," she said to me. "Pull it up and let me see your cunt. I haven't seen it in the longest time, and I want to see what it looks like now."
I hardly even know why I followed her orders. I reached down and started to pull my habit skirt up, slowly, revealing my long, shapely legs.
I had a pair of panties on under the habit, and she licked her lips.
"Nice. Now take them off. Take them off and let me see your cunt."
I moved my hand down to my panties, and rather than just slide them down, I pulled at them, so that they ripped right off.
My cunt lips were wet, and that confused me. Still, Jeanne seemed to think she knew why, and she started to tell me that because they were wet, it meant that I was sexually aroused and thinking of putting the phallus inside of me.
I was holding it in my hand, tightly, and she started to command me.
"Move it down to your cunt. Move it down to those cunt lips, Maria. Do as I tell you. Move it down."
"No," I said to her. "Shut up. I can't listen, to you anymore. Shut your fucking mouth before I break your fucking head open."
I stopped screaming, just as she had stopped laughing, because we both realized the same thing, at the very same moment.
The words I had spoke were vile. Never before in my life had I uttered anything as terrible as those words, and I didn't even know what had made me do it then.
But Jeanne seemed to know. She started to lick her lips again.
"Listen to you," she said to me. "Listen. You said the words. Now tell me something, Maria. Were they so terrible? Do you feel God's curse running through you at this very moment? Do you think He will strike you down for what you said?"
I stood there, waiting for something to happen, but. nothing did. I thought that I heard a squeaking noise on one side of the dungeon, in a corner, and for one split second, thought that it might be a mouse, or a rat.
It calmed me down, and that scared 'me, too. The thought of rats had always frightened me, but for those few seconds, it seemed to come as some kind of a relief.
I was still holding the phallus tightly in my hand, and before I even knew what was happening, my other hand was moving up and down the shaft-like length of it.
"Feel it," Jeanne said to me. "Feel it, but do not imagine that it's wood. Think of it as being flesh. As being a man's flesh, and that flesh wants to be inside of you so badly. And you want that flesh inside of you, because you know that it can bring you pleasure. And what else were we put in this world for but pleasure?"
I moved the tip of the phallus up to my nipple, and started to move it in a circular motion around my large brown dot.
I could feel it getting thicker and stiffer as I did that, and there was some pleasure to it. I had never felt anything like that before.
"Imagine that it is a tongue when you are doing that," Jeanne said to me. "A nice, warm and wet tongue. It's making your nipple grow, longer, stiffer, and as that happens, you can hardly control yourself. Your cunt is getting wetter, and the anticipation is starting to build up deep inside of you." There was a spasming kind of feeling happening in my cunt. It was happening deep inside of me. My cunt walls seemed to be opening and closing slightly, and they were getting wetter, just like she had said.
I kept looking at her body. Her breasts were beautiful and large. I could see that her nipples, although charred a few minutes earlier, were beginning to get stiffer. You could tell, regardless of anything, that she had been burned, and yet they were becoming more and more aroused by the second.
There was dried blood on her cunt lips, and yet, there was a wetness that was starting to form there, over the caked blood. It looked shiny, and almost creamy.
When I looked down at my own cunt, there was that same kind of wetness between my legs. Our pussies looked almost similar, except for the blood near hers.
She started to move her lips slowly, letting forth a torrent of obscenities which I could not even repeat. There were words that I had never even heard before, and combinations of some of the vulgar words that I had heard her use many times. As they came forth from her lips, there seemed to be something sexual about them. Something that was running through my mind and being channeled all through my body, so that they were helping to arouse the passions of my flesh.
"Do the other nipple now," she started to say to me, moaning.
And somehow, my hands guided the phallus over to my other nipple. It was already stiff, having gotten that way while I had been playing with the first, and the second that the flesh I was imagining the phallus to be, touched my nipple, I could feel the pleasure surging through my body again.
I felt weak. I tried to pray to Him to help me, and yet, we seemed to be too far down for Him to see. In the lair of Satan, I kept thinking.
She started to rub her legs together, and I could see some wetness beginning to drip down her thigh. Some caked blood was caught in the wetness, and I imagined that was from the charred insides of her cunt, caused by the phallus which I now held in my hand.
"Move it between your legs," she said to me. "Guide it slowly down your body, and move it between your legs. Let your cunt know the pleasures you are forsaking so that you can worship Him at all hours of the day. Let it know, for only then will you be able to know what you are giving up. , "Or see if you want to give it up!"
Those last words rang through my mind, a hundred times over. See if I wanted to give it up? Why, that seemed ridiculous. There was nothing else in the world for me but the worship of God, and there was no question about it.
And yet, I let the phallus slide down over my belly, guiding it with my own two hands, which she seemed to be controlling.
It felt so smooth, and although I had hardly ever touched another person for more than a few seconds, and didn't really know what the feeling of flesh constantly touching my body would be like, this had to be it.
From the second that I had touched the phallus to my nipple, I had imagined it to be flesh, and not the wood that it really was. And now, as I started to move it through my black cunt patch, it felt even more like flesh.
I could have sworn, in fact, that it was throbbing in my hand.
Slowly, I began to rub it over my cunt lips. Jeanne kept talking, guiding me as to what I should do, telling me that I should only rub gently at first, and wait until there was enough wetness inside of my cunt.
Wait until it would be easy to slide the phallus right into my pussy because of all the self-lubrication that would be there.
Or else there would be pain!
"And I want you to feel no pain," she said to me. "I want you to feel all the pleasure that one could possibly feel. I want you to know what you're missing, and when you do, you will get down on your knees and pray to me, thanking me for letting your discover the joys of ;you! The joys of your own body!"
I could feel my knees getting weak, and the wetness was beginning to build up even more, so that it seemed like there was a small pool inside of my cunt.
"Stick it in," she started to scream at me. "Stick it in now."
And I did. With both hands holding the end of it, and the tip of it just starting to penetrate me, I forced it into myself.
I felt the ripping inside of me, and then the pain, shooting all through my body. I fell to my knees, the phallus still deep inside of me, and let out the wail of an animal just caught in a trap that's cutting into its legs, struggling more and more to get free of the trap, and only getting more entangled during the struggle.
There was no pleasure at all in the phallus. There was only pain, and it had to be the worst kind of pain that I had ever felt in my life.
With both hands still clutching to the phallus, I pulled it out, and the pain ripped through me again. As I stood up, my habit fell back down, over my bared breasts and naked legs. But not before I had a chance to see the blood starting to drip out of my cunt. No. It was pouring out.
I looked at Jeanne with so much hatred. She had tricked me.
She was moving her lips, at first trying to get out some words, and then, finally able to, she seemed desperate for me to understand.
"You were a virgin," she said to me. "I should have remembered that you were a virgin. There was a skin inside of you, a hymen, and you had to break it. That can hurt. That can draw blood. But once it's broken, then you feel the pleasure."
"You lied to me," I said, and I could hardly stand because the pain between my legs was just too great. Still, I mustered up the energy. "You lied to me. And now I know that everything I believed was true. Sinner."
I picked up the whip off the floor and started to hit her a hundred times over. I was caught in some kind of mad frenzy, and she was beginning to cry. She continued with her story about the hymen, and the pain the first time, and the fact that there would be pleasure from now on because it was broken.
But my ears were deaf to her words. She had been the Devil's subject, and my faith in the Lord had caused me to conquer her.
I could have killed her had I continued for any length of time, but something inside of me reminded me of my purpose for being down in that place.
I had to continue to carry out His deeds, and make the girl repent for the evil that she had committed during her lifetime.
"Repent," I started to scream at her. "You have already confessed to your sins, and now I want you to beg God's forgiveness."
I could see that there was a great deal of blood in pools beneath her feet, and I reached down and picked up what had once been her frock. T started to wipe the blood away, and I could see a puzzled look on her face.
As if she was wondering why I was being so kind to her.
I was a bit more rational then, myself, and as I wiped the blood off her scarred body, I started to talk with her, calmly.
"Please, Jeanne, I have tried your way, and I have seen that it is not the right way. Why won't you try my way for now?"
"I cannot," she said to me. "I wish that I could, but I cannot. I have the lust inside of me, and I know that lust is what it is all about. I could never give it up. I am sorry, Maria, but I could never do it."
"For my sake, please. Repent. He will forgive you. He loves all His children, so long as they will let Him know that they love Him."
She shook her head no, and then she closed her eyes, and she was unconscious.
After I wiped her blood away, I lifted my skirt. The blood was beginning to dry between my legs, and I wiped away as much as I could.
I knew that when I was alone in my cell, I would be able to wipe away the rest, and wash it.
The Mother Superior asked me, later that evening, if I had made any progress, and I told her that I had. But, I added, she would have to spend the night there. It was going slowly, and perhaps a night in the dungeon would make her repent.
CHAPTER SIX
That night, I dreamed, but it was almost as if it was not a dream. I felt as if I was living through everything that was happening. Living my past over again, but with changes, so that my life would have been different.
Jeanne and I were sitting at the dinner table with her brothers. Her father was away and her mother was at her aunt. I heard them talking about it, and I continued to eat.
Then, Jeanne started to ask them if they had ever heard noises in the night. When it came right down to it, they had, and they had witnessed their parents together, too. Jeanne was fascinated.
The talk turned to men and women, and their cocks and cunts.
"If we do it and let you see what it's like," Seth said to her, "will you do it and let us see what it is like for you?"
"But of course," she said, and Seth walked into his room.
By the time I was there, his pants were down around his legs. He started to play with his hard cock, and there was something so beautiful about it. I looked at Jeanne's face many times, and each time, her eyes met mine, then looked back at her brother, as if to tell me that that was where I should look.
And I did. Much more than I had looked when it had happened the first time.
He moved his hand to Ins mouth and spit into it, then started to rub the saliva all over the upraised pole. I could see the way his cock was glistening, and he seemed to be enjoying it so much more as it was now wet, and easier to slide his hand. He moved his other hand to his balls, and squeezed them gently.
Jack lay down beside him, and he started to play with his own cock, too.
Then, Jeanne moved closer to me. She put her arms on my shoulders and started to massage them. I felt so relaxed, standing there, feeling her hands on my body, and watching the two large cocks that were right before me.
"Don't they look good enough to eat?" Jeanne was saying to me. "Don't you wish that you could touch them with your tongue, and taste what the flavor was like, and taste what the flavor of the come would be like, when it would start to flow?"
I didn't answer her, but I knew that deep inside, I did want to taste it.
I wanted to see if it was sweet or sour, and feel what the come would be like as it started to bubble out of the head. Feel the consistency on my tongue, and then let it slide down my throat, slowly.
She laughed as she spoke, and then I could feel her tongue in my ear.
There was a nice warmth running through my body then. She started to moan things in my ear, telling me to talk to them, telling me things to say so that I would help arouse them more and more, and make their cocks shoot.
"You are both fine looking boys," I said. "So proud. And you have no reason to be jealous of each other, because you have two cocks that are almost the same. Both long and thick, and proud looking. Both with a thick mushroom-shaped head and with nice heavy balls hanging from between your legs."
And then, Seth was starting to come. I could see the white cream shooting out onto his own belly, and he was rubbing it into his skin, and even rubbing his cock head against his belly so that the last few ejaculations just mixed with the pools of come that had already shot off there, filling the pools.
He was moaning loud, as if he was feeling the greatest pleasures in the world.
Then, there was Jack. I could hear him moaning, and he started to come. He shot more than his brother hand, and I could feel something between my legs as he was coming.
"Nice," Jeanne was saying. "Nice and thick, and so much of it."
"But why did Jack shoot more?" I asked.
"Because I've been dreaming about you all day, and jerking off as I did," Seth said. "I dreamed of what it would be like to have my cock inside of your cunt, Maria, and how deep I would be able to put it."
I was scared then. So scared. I pulled away from Jeanne and walked back into the kitchen, sat at the table, then continued to eat.
I could hear the three of them talking in the bedroom.
"And now it is your turn, sister," Seth was saying to her. "Let's see your cunt, and let us see the way that you play with yourself."
"No," she said. "What kind of a girl do you think I am? I would never let you watch me as I played with myself."
There seemed to be a struggle, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
"You said that you would," Seth said, with more anger in his voice.
"If you touch me again, I swear that I will tell mother and father what you did. They will send you away. You will be put in chains, and they will whip you and torture you and try to teach you that lust is sin. You will hate it. Your cock will be hard and you will not be able to relieve yourself, because they will tell you how bad it is. Tell you to get those lustful thoughts out of your head, or else they will cut it off. Now leave me be, you fucking bastard."
She walked into the kitchen and started to eat beside me. They stayed in the bedroom for a few more minutes, then came back and sat across from us.
"You have broken your promise," Jack said. "God will get you for that."
"Wait," she said, and she suddenly started to smile. "I do not want Him to be mad at me, and I have figured out a way to get Him to love me again, a way to make it so that I have not broken my promise."
"What?" they asked, enthusiastically.
"Maria will do it. She would love to play with herself and let you see what it is like. She always plays with herself, and knows that it is much more fun that not playing with herself. She knows how good it feels."
I was nervous, still, as all eyes looked at me. I could see how handsome her two brothers were, and when they both started to run their tongues over their lips, I could feel a wetness between my legs.
"Do it," I heard Jack say, and Seth said it, too. Then, when Jeanne began to say it, I could hear a trio of voices, leading me on, telling me how nice it would be.
I couldn't fight the force of the three of them. They all wanted it, and something in the back of my mind wanted me to do it.
"Come then," I said, and I stood up and started to walk toward the bedroom.
I slid out of my frock, and I could hear comments about my body. About the thick bush around my pussy, and how nice my breasts were. About how my buttocks looked so smooth and curved, and how nice it would be to lick them and squeeze them. How nice it would be to lick my nipples, until they were stiff.
I lay on my back, on their bed, and started to stroke myself.
Jeanne stood there, and her narration of what was happening, was also the thing that was making me continue, and letting me know just what to do.
"See how she squeezes her nipples between her fingers, lightly at first, so that the unaroused nipples can start to feel the pleasure, and take on a stiff texture. And then, harder, for as they stiffen, they are more sensitive to touch, and can take the hard pinching. They enjoy it more when it's hard."
I was doing just that. With both of my hands I was plucking at my nipples gently, and then, as they were starting to stiffen, I was pinching harder. I could feel a burning desire between my legs, and my cunt lips were getting wetter.
"While one hand continues to play with her nipples, taking charge of both of them, the other one is moving down to her cunt, between her legs, and it is starting to rub her cunt lips gently, so that she feels more pleasure."
I slid my hand down my belly. I could feel the wetness in my cunt bush, before I even touched the lips, and when I did, the lust raged through me. I loved the way that it felt, and I started to play with my lips, more and more.
But there was a deeper yearning inside of my cunt, that wanted something inside. I spread my lips and slid two fingers inside of my body.
"And when she feels the love button, she realizes that it is the thing that controls her pleasure. Just the first touch, and the shot of surprising pleasure through her body, makes her realize that it is the seed, and the pleasure the plant. She will touch the seed, and the pleasure will grow. She will learn different ways to touch it, and which of those ways makes her feel the best. The wiggling? The pinching? Or just the mere friction of her fingers sliding back and forth and over it?"
I tried each thing as she said it, and felt the lust in my body. My skin was beginning to tingle all over, not only in my cunt or on my breasts. My shoulders felt so nice, and my belly felt as if the skin was ready to peel itself off.
My buttocks, pressing against a rough blanket that the boys slept with, even felt nice. I started to move myself around lifting my buttocks up and down off the bed at a fast rate, so that my cunt was sliding up and down over my steady fingers.
"Tell us how you feel," Jeanne was saying. "Tell us how you feel."
I could hardly get words out. The pleasures were too good, and to start describing them seemed like it was only going to detract from the actual feelings. That was something I didn't want to do, and-so, in the end, I said nothing.
My body was starting to sweat, and I could feel myself working up to a climax, the height of all the pleasures, when it would feel better than any other second.
As it started, the sweat began to pour off of me. I moved my fingers even faster, and my breasts started to rise and fall because I could not catch my breath. I didn't care. All that mattered was trying to see if I could take it higher.
But it began to subside. I was working my fingers more and more frenetically, because I didn't want it to subside. I wanted it to go on.
Jeanne knew it all, just from where she was standing, and just because she was watching.
"She's coming out of it," she started to say. "She reached her climax, and now she's coming out of it. But she wants to stay lost in the pleasures. She wants to feel them running through her body continuously. Wouldn't you boys like to help her? Wouldn't you like to feel her flesh against yours? I know that she would like it, if she knew how much pleasure she would feel from it. A greater pleasure than what she just felt."
I heard those .words, and I wanted them badly. I wanted to feel a greater pleasure than what I had just felt, because, if anything greater could exist, it had to be what the world was all about.
There was enough suffering and starvation in the world. France was falling apart, with a mock King on the thrown trying to hold it together, and the peasants getting poorer while the King ate at banquets every night.
If a person could bring himself this kind of pleasure, nothing else mattered.
I could feel a weight on the mattress between my legs, and then, I could feel Jack's hand starting to pull mine out of my cunt.
He moved his mouth down there and began to lick me. I could feel his tongue working in and out of me, and he was starting to suck.
He was moaning as he tasted the juices, and then, his tongue felt for my love button. He spread my lips as wide as he could, and started to nibble on it. It was different from the way it had felt when I was doing myself.
It was better. A hundred times. A thousand times.
I started to thrust myself up and down against his face, and he worked his tongue as fast as he possibly could.
Then, there was another weight on the bed, near my head. I looked up, and I could see Seth's huge cock, inches from my face. I could see his strong chest, and his handsome face smiling down at me.
He moved his fingers to my nipples and began to rub them. In moving closer, his cock was hanging right over my mouth, with his balls resting on the bridge of my nose. There was a scent to his cock and balls.
It was so pleasing, and I could feel it doing something to my head, making it spin, and makings me relax even more so that the pleasure could flow.
"Lick it," he said to me. "Lick my cock shaft and taste it."
I stuck out my tongue and started to run it along the underside of the shaft. F could taste it, from the very first lick, and there was something so sweet and nice about it. I started to moan, letting him know how much I wanted it.
He moved his hand down to his cock shaft, which was sticking straight up, then pointed it downward, so that the head of it was against my lips.
I opened my mouth and started to suck the shaft as far down as he would move. When he could tell how willing I was to take it, deep if he wanted to move it in deep, or just a few inches, if that was what he wanted, he started to thrust.
I moved my hands up to his buttocks and squeezed them. There was a wet sweat that was beginning to form on his buttocks, and I rubbed them nice and hard.
Meanwhile, Jack was still licking me between the legs, and the pleasure was increasing there. I could feel my cunt gushing forth juices, and he was eagerly drinking them and working me up so that there were more.
And Jeanne was standing by the bed, watching, and making moaning sounds, telling us all how nice it was to see us in the midst of pure lust.
Then, I felt Jack pulling his head away from my cunt. I was furious, but I couldn't say anything. He had left me hanging, with the climax building up, but not yet exploding, and the yearning that I had inside of me was greater than ever.
I started to thrust my hips up and down wildly, like a mad woman, as if to let him know that he had left me in such a state.
He was shifting his weight on the bed, and then I could feel him sliding his hands under my buttocks, and lifting my ass up off the bed.
Then, I could feel something else. There was the flesh rubbing over my cunt lips. It was his flesh. His cock. Hard and strong, and getting ready to enter me.
And he did. He slid it right into me with the greatest of ease, and I could feel my mind and body swimming in cock.
And pleasure. As he slid his cock in and out of my body, I felt the way it was rubbing against my love button, making the most incredible contact so that I was always coming. I needed something to cling to, and the cock in my mouth was that very thing. I started to suck on it harder, and Seth began to thrust faster.
"Yes," Jeanne was moaning. "All of you come together. Come together and you will know what the passions involve. Do it. Do it now."
And then, I could feel the cock in my cunt starting to pulsate hard. My cunt walls were being stretched a great deal, but since the pleasure was so intense by that time, it did nothing but add to the feelings.
And the cock in my mouth was also pulsating.
They began to shoot at the exact same time. I could feel the come flooding into my cunt, at the same time that I felt the first load shoot into my mouth. It landed on my tongue, and I could taste such a nice sweetness to it. I started to suck even harder, and each time my tongue touched the tip of his cock, I could feel some kind of reaction from him. He was loving it.
My mouth and cunt were being filled with cream, from the twin boys, and there was no greater feeling in the world than that.
But then, suddenly, there was a screaming, and it broke everything.
"Slut! Whore! Bitch! Incestuous sinner!"
I pulled my mouth away from Seth's cock, and as I looked over, I could see that Jeanne's father was standing there.
Both boys looked terrified, and when I looked over, Jeanne was not there.
"You fucking whore," he screamed at me, and he started to pull something back over his head. He lashed it out at me.
It was a thick leather whip, and the moment it struck my flesh, I could feel the pain surging through my body. He hit us all, over and over, letting the whip fly so that it didn't matter which of the three was being whipped.
"What are you doing?" I started to scream. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing, Jeanne, you whore?" he screamed at her. "Fucking with your two brothers. You are an incestuous cunt!"
"I'm not Jeanne," I was screaming. "I'm Maria. Maria."
"She made us do it," Seth started to scream, at the same time. "She was the one who made us do it. We were eating supper and she got us hard, playing with us under the table. She brought the urge upon us, and said that she would satisfy it"
"Yes, that's true," Jack was screaming, and both of them were pulling away, off the bed, leaving me there so that the whip was hitting only me.
"I'm Maria," I kept screaming, and each time I said that, he hit me harder.
"You cannot be Maria. She is good. She is in the convent, and she has become a nun. She is learning the ways of the Lord, while you are learning the sins of the Devil. How dare you try to defend yourself like that, slut?"
I could feel blood dripping all over my body, and he was no longer whipping the two boys. He was aiming all his attention and wrath in my direction.
"You will go to the convent, and you will become a nun," he was screaming at me. "I never want to see your filthy face again. Ever. Until you have repented. Until you have rid yourself of these evil sins and become pure."
And then, suddenly, I started to cry.
As I did, I sat up in bed, and opened my eyes. It had all been a dream, and I was beginning to understand something of what it was about.
It had started out, just like that day, when I had been there for dinner and Jeanne had gotten her brothers to masturbate themselves for us.
But then, it had turned into another experience, which I was sure was the one that Jeanne had told me about, concerning her father, and the way he had caught her in bed with her two brothers. I knew that had to be it. For as soon as he had entered, the figure in my dream that had been Jeanne, standing there, watching us in the bed, was no longer there. And though I thought of myself as Maria, I was Jeanne, being caught by her father, and being whipped until I was a bloody mess.
But the pleasures were puzzling me. I had felt the pleasures as I had been sleeping. As they had been fucking me, two cocks, both working me over at the same time, I had felt something running through my body.
I looked down between my legs, and I could see that there was some come there. It was wet and sticky, and my fingers were covered with it.
I suddenly felt such guilt. I had done this unnatural act while I had been dreaming, and I had done it in God's convent.
I started to pray to Him, leaving my fingers to linger between my legs. L tried not to touch myself, but every so often, my finger would accidentally brush up against my cunt lips, and the rush of pleasure that would come over me would block all thoughts of God from my mind. I saw no visions of the Devil in His place.
There was no room for either one. The lust was there, pure and simple.
Yet I continued to pray, moving my lips, telling Him to help me because I did not know if I would be able to help myself.
And He must have heard me, because I can remember that I fell back to sleep, and only in my sleep was I able to find some peace.
I started to dream again, however.
Jeanne and I were fourteen, and we were running down by the lake. We were talking, and much as I didn't want to be with her, she had somehow convinced me that it would be fun. And she said that she would help me with my chores, in order to give me time to come with her, and she had helped me. I had to be down there with her at the lake, because she had helped me, and I had promised.
But when she started to touch me, I knew that something was wrong. I did not believe her when she said that she heard someone in the bushes, and I wanted to get away from her. I threw off my clothing and started to swim in the clear blue water.
She soon followed me, and she told me that there was someone in the bushes. I was scared, but we had to get out.
And she started to call to him. It was Eben, and he looked so handsome and defenseless at the same time. He was opening and closing his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to us, but he could not talk. He was mute.
"I'll play with you, if you let me tie your hands behind your back," Jeanne was saying to him, and he was so eager, that he pulled them behind his back and turned to let her tie the ropes tightly.
Then, she pushed him on the ground. His cock was hard, and pointing right at the sky. She moved her hand to it and started to massage it. I could hear the way he was moaning, but they were muffled, because she was pressing herself down against his face.
"Lick deeper," she was moaning, and although I looked there, on occasion, I could not take my eyes off his cock.
It looked so beautiful, and I knew that it would taste good. It would taste just like the cock that I had tasted. Seth's.
She was starting to come, and I could hear him almost choking on her juices. But she kept pressing her cunt against his face, telling him to drink what was coming from her, and he was. And then, she pulled off him.
She started to get dressed, slipping into her clothing.
"Are you just planning to leave him there?" I asked her. "You promised that you would satisfy him. You cannot just do that."
"Why not?" she asked, and there was such evil in her voice.
"Because you promised him. You cannot leave him there, all tied up."
"I promised a mute idiot, and that means nothing," she said, and she was already dressed. She started to walk toward the woods. "Well, are you coming?"
I looked at her, and hated her, even more so when I looked back at him, He looked so helpless, and yet so loving and tender. I told her that she could go, but she didn't move. She just stood there and started to laugh.
"Why don't you sit on it?" she asked me. "If you're really so concerned with the way he feels, then sit on it and relieve him. Let yourself feel what his cock would be like inside of you. Do it."
"You started it," I said to her. "You should finish it."
"But you want to feel the lust, and he wants to feel the lust. I'm dressed already, Maria, and you are not. Sit on his cock."
I felt myself moving closer to him, and I spread my legs and stood right over him. I knew that he could see right up my cunt, and he seemed to be liking it. He stuck his tongue out and started to moan.
"Let him lick you first," she said to me.
"Let him bring you oral "pleasure, and then you can sit on him when you are wet inside."
I lowered my cunt against his face, and he started to slurp at me. I could feel him planting his lips against my cunt lips and starting to suck hard. 'I could feel myself spasming and the juices were going right into his mouth.
I started to moan. It was feeling good. I reached behind and began to run my hand up and down his shaft. I could feel the blood pumping through it, and every so often, I could feel it throbbing. The throbbing was getting more tense.
"Don't let him come yet," she said to me. "Squeeze it."
And so I did, and the throbbing seemed to subside. I could feel myself reaching the height of the sexual feeling, and then, I pulled myself away from his mouth.
I moved my body lower, lower, rubbing it along his body, so that soon, my cunt was hovering over his cock. I held it at the base, so that it would keep standing straight up, and then, I lowered myself.
His cock head spread my cunt lips, and the shaft followed right behind. I could feel it rubbing over my love button, and making an even better contact than Jack's cock had made. Somehow, this position was better.
I lowered myself all the way, pulling my hand back just as I was starting to sit on his groin, and suddenly, I started to come hard.
I could feel my cunt walls starting to spasm around his cock shaft, and for some reason, I knew not to move. I knew that if I did, he would get too turned on, and he would start to come too fast.
And once that happened, he would go limp. I wanted him hard inside of me, because hard was the only way that you could get any feeling from it.
Jeanne was standing there watching us, and she was licking her lips.
Then, she started to pull her frock up over her hips, and I could see that her pussy lips looked wet. She started to move closer to me, as I started to ride up and down the swollen pleasure pole once more, working myself up again.
Her cunt was inches from my face, and I could smell the scent of it. It was doing ' something to my mind, and I could feel myself being drawn closer to it.
"That's it," she said to me. "You know that you always wanted to do this to me. You know that you were always so impressed with my free spirit, and that you always wished you would never have to join the convent. You always wished we could have changed places so that you could have felt the lust, and I could have become the nun."
I was about to lick her, and wanted to, so desperately. I wanted to know what her cunt tasted like, for I knew something else. If I could bring her pleasure, that would be as good as satisfying myself.
My tongue was just about to make contact with her cunt, when he started to come inside of me. I had been so interested in her approaching womanhood, that I hadn't even realized the frenzy I had been working myself into, riding his shaft up and down.
I heard him let out a long moan, just as the first load of come shot into my cunt, and I turned in time to look at his face.
He was smiling at me, and I started to smile at him. f felt my cunt being flooded with his cream, and it was making me spasm harder, and making my own juices flow.
I moved my fingers to his nipples and started to pinch them.
His whole body was moving under mine, spasmodically, as if he couldn't control the feelings running through him because the pleasure level was at too great a high. But then again, so was mine, and it was rising more and more.
Until I felt him starting to go limp inside of me. f could feel his cock shrinking, and within a few more seconds, it had fallen out of me.
Jeanne stepped back, and she started to lower her skirt.
"You almost did it," she said to me. "You almost did what you've always wanted to do. The cocks were just substitutes, to take your mind off of what you really wanted to do. Lick me. Lick me, and when you do, you will love it. When it happens, you will know why sex never interested you before. It was hard enough to fight the feeling that you had for cocks, but even harder to fight what you felt for cunts."
And then, I woke up. I was sweating in my bed, and I could feel my whole body bathed in my own perspiration. I started to shiver, but it wasn't until I lit a candle and held my hands over the burning flame and felt it warm me, that I stopped.
I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, for fear that the dreams would return, and that I might carry out what she wanted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Did you sleep well last night?" Jeanne asked me, when I first walked down into the dungeon, early the next morning. "Did you sleep well, or did you have dreams?"
The way she looked at me sent a chill running through my bones. It was almost as if she knew that I had had the dreams, and I wondered if she might have had the power to put them in my head. She started to smile.
"I'm not mad at you for what you did to me yesterday," she said. "I had a long time to think about it, for you can imagine that I did not sleep at all in this position, ft was much too uncomfortable."
I saw the way her wrists were cut where the manacles were, as if the weight of her body had caused such tension.
I felt an urge to uncuff her immediately, but something inside of me stopped me from doing it. Perhaps I was thinking of what I would tell the Mother Superior. I could not let Jeanne free, until she had repented, no matter what.
"Tell me about the time when your father caught you in bed with your brothers," I said to her. "I want to know about it."
"Why? Do you want to hear a story that might arouse you?"
Perhaps that was the reason, but I didn't know. I thought about my dream, then thought about Jeanne, in the same position that I had been in with her brothers. I thought that she would look beautiful there, with her cunt spread, being filled, and her lovely mouth open, being filled, too. With two twin cocks.
"It is for the sake of the Lord," I said. "If you talk about it, it is one way of confessing to it."
"Water," she said to me, begging me, and I walked over to the pitcher of water that I had brought down the day before.
There was only a little left in the bottom, and when I tried to hold it up to her mouth, I couldn't. Some of it spilled, and she did not taste any of it.
"Pour some into your hand, and let me drink from there," she said.
I cupped my hand, close to her mouth, and poured the clear water into it. She started to drink immediately, lapping her tongue in and out of her mouth, almost like a dog. I held my hand up higher, so that I could pour some of the water into her mouth.
As she finished drinking what was there, I felt something nice.
She was starting to lick my hand. I could feel her tongue licking the inside of my palm, and there was something so lustful about it. The feelings that were running through my body at the time were very strange.
I pulled my hand back immediately, and she continued to smile.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked me. "Can't you stand any kind of nice feeling?"
I said nothing. I just stood back and looked at her body. It was still beautiful, underneath all the lash marks that I had caused. Some of the bruises were a deeper red color than the others, and I thought that some balm should be applied to prevent any kind of infection from setting in.
I knew that I would do it later, but first, I had to know her story, I had to know if my dream was anything like it.
"My mother was at my aunt's house again," she started. "You remember the aunt. The same one my mother was visiting that time with my brothers, when I had the two of them get undressed and show us what it was like and. . . "
"Yes, I remember," I said. "Go on."
"Auntie was really sick that time, and she did die. I was surprised that she lasted so many years. I thought she would have died that other time when . . ;. "'"
"Go on," I said, and there was a great deal of anger in my voice.
"All right," she said, and she didn't seem to be at all affected by my angry tone. She was a sweet as she could be, when she wanted to. "Daddy was away, and we didn't expect him back for a few more days.
"I was not a virgin at the time," she continued. "I won't go into that. But I knew what it felt like when a cock was inside of me. My brothers had grown quite a lot during the past few years, not only in mind, but in body. And their cocks had gotten bigger, too, over the years.
"I was like their cook when my mother was away, and I hated it. I hated it even more when they started to complain about the food that I had cooked, so I threw a plate at one of them and ran into my room, crying."
She took a deep breath, and I watched her lovely breasts rise and fall.
"A few minutes later, I could feel Jack's hand touching my back. He spoke soothing words to me, telling me that he was sorry, and telling me that he. realized cooking was a thankless job. He started to massage my shoulders, until I rolled over on my back.
"I could see that there was a huge bulge in his crotch. I had seen his cock hard many times, but that time, it was so much closer to me. I rested my hand on his leg, and he placed his hand on mine. He told me how beautiful I was, and how there could be no sister in the world as good as I was. His words were flattering, and they helped me to relax a great deal."
"Continue," I told her, and she smiled at me again.
"Please let me free, and then I will continue," she said. "If you want to hear my story that much, you will do what I want."
"No," I said. "Perhaps I will let you free, but you must continue."
"He started to pull my hand up closer to his hardness. When he had placed it there and I could squeeze it, I could feel such strength. He started to moan, and he told me what a free spirit he thought I was."
Free spirit! Those words rang through my ears. I had heard those words in the dream, only she had spoken them to me.
"He told me that he wanted me, and that I should let him have me. I could feel his hand pushing my skirt up over my thighs, and he was starting to squeeze my thighs gently. My cunt was getting wet, for his touch was so soft and soothing.
"He started to play with my cunt. He told me that he was no virgin, and that he had learned a great deal about women, and what makes them come the hardest. As if to prove himself, he did something to my love button. I can't even remember what it was. It was a combination of things. Of pinching and gently massaging, and it made me spasm hard, and made my juices start to flow.
"It's only natural for that to happen, Maria, when you are touched. You have to believe that. You have to. What happened to you yesterday happened because you were still untouched, and it was your first time. I had pain my first time, too. I did. You will not feel it any longer, if you would only try it again and...."
"Shut up," I told her, but there was little anger in my voice. "Just continue. Tell me what else happened with your brothers."
"By touching me in such a way, he brought out the longing inside of me. He made me feel as if I had to be filled, and my walls were spasming harder, as if to agree and tell me that they needed something strong and long inside of me.
"I opened his pants and pulled it out. I told him how beautiful it was, and within seconds, he was standing up and shedding all of his clothing. He looked so big, bobbing up and down, as he moved between my legs.
"He pulled my frock all the way off, so that I was completely naked. Then, he started to move his mouth down between my legs." , I didn't want to ask what I asked next, for fear of what the answer would be.
"And what of Seth? Where was he all this time?"
"I hadn't seen him enter the room. He must have been standing by the archway, watching everything that was happening. Watching Jack starting to turn me on, so that he would know I was willing to do anything. Because once Jack moved his mouth down and began to lick me, then I could feel a weight on the bed, near my head.
"I opened my eyes, and Seth's balls were resting in the bridge of my nose. His cock was hard, and sticking straight out. He told me that he wanted me to lick it, and when I first licked the underside and it bobbed up, pulling away from me, he grasped it at the base, and guided it down, so that I could start to suck in the head."
I gasped. It was just like it had been in my dream, only this was Jeanne, telling the true story. I looked at her naked body, which was beginning to look more and more appealing. I could imagine how it had been with her brothers.
And what was I feeling then? Envy? Of the two boys, because they had been able to take that body, touch it, and soothe it?
"Once I had the head of it in my mouth, he started to thrust at whatever rate he felt comfortable. I could feel the thing sliding back and forth, over my tongue, and the taste was sensational. Then, just as I felt like I was about to really reach a climax, Jack pulled his head away.
"I hated him, for a few seconds, f felt as if he was going to leave me hanging, but I should have known my brother better. He was getting up on his knees, sliding his hands under me so that he could raise me up, and then moving it inside of me.
"It slid in so easily, as if it was made to fit in me. I could feel my pussy spasming hard around his cock, the second he was deep inside of me. I started to moan, and he and Seth began to thrust at the same rate."
There was a wetness building up between my legs, as I listened to her story. I could visualize everything that she was saying, but, for some reason, it was not the image of the boys and their hard cocks that was getting to me.
It was the image of my friend Jeanne, laying on the bed, naked. It was the image of her lovely body, and the thrill of knowing that she was getting pleasure.
Because she deserved it? I didn't know. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps there was some kind of force surrounding Jeanne, a kind of beauty, that made you feel as if she deserved to be pleased, because she was so beautiful.
"When did your father come in?" I asked her. I had to know, although I already did.
"We were all coming," she said. "That did not happen for a while. There were moments when they would slow down, and we would all relax. They loved the feeling of my flesh, and I loved the feeling of their flesh, and we would rest, so that I could feel the two hard cocks inside of my mouth and my cunt.
"And then, there seemed to be the moment where we all knew that we could come together. Perhaps the two boys were looking into each other's eyes, since they were facing each other. Perhaps it was because of the way I started to suck harder, and thrust my hips up and down faster, so that they would both know I was nearing my orgasm. I do not know. Perhaps it just had to do with the three of us, being related, and being able to sense the feelings of one and the other.
"But we did all start to come together. I could feel the come shooting into my cunt just as I was reaching the highest peak, and then there was some shooting into my mouth. It tasted delicious, and I sucked harder.
"The screaming started after we were coming down. My father screamed words that made my ears ring. Slut! Whore! Incestuous bitch!"
I could feel tears building up in my eyes. Although I had always loved her father, because he was so nice to me, I suddenly hated him. I hated him for having called this beautiful person such evil names.
I hated him for having done what I knew he would do, although she hadn't told me about it yet. But I knew, from my dream.
"He picked up a leather whip," she started to say. "He picked it up and pulled it back, and then cracked it out at me. I could feel it ripping into my flesh. He started to whip the three of us, until those bastards betrayed me.
"They pulled off of me and huddled in the corner, and as he screamed at all of us, and I tried to defend myself, they said that I had led them on. They said that I had been playing with them under the table, and that once I had gotten them hard, they needed some kind of relief, which I promised to give."
It was just as I had dreamed it, only I had been in her place. And I had felt the pleasures that she had felt, and I had loved them.
Oh God, forgive me for writing that down. I cannot love them.
But I do. I do. Whenever I think about them, I can feel the wetness building up between my legs, and the urge to do something about it.
I looked at Jeanne as she finished telling her story, and she was crying.
"I lied to you about something else," she said to me. "I wanted to shock you. I wanted to be evil. I told you that I wanted my father when I got out of here, but I would never be with him. Part of me, perhaps, thought that I would like him, just to show him what sexual pleasure can be about. What mine can be about.
"But I would never do that. For one thing, he wouldn't let me, but for another, I hate him now. I hate him for having been so brutal with me, and having drawn blood."
She stopped talking, and bit her lower lip.
Soon, the tears had stopped.
"You must hate me, too," I said to her. "I drew a great deal of blood from you. Do you hate me, Jeanne? Tell me if you do."
If she said that she did, I felt as if I would have killed myself. There was something about her now that was drawing me closer. I knew that I could not live with her hatred of me. I knew that she had to love me in order for me to survive.
"No," she said, and I wanted to scream with joy. "I do not hate you. You were only doing what you thought was the right thing. Your belief, in the Lord is a strong one, and you thought that I should believe in Him, too. I do believe in Him, Maria, but my belief is just not as strong as yours. I could not devote my entire life to Him, because then I would have no life of my own."
Her words struck my ears, and hurt me. For I knew that she was right.
By devoting my life to the Lord, I had no life of my own. With the knowledge that I would be entering the convent when I was sixteen, I had had no life of my own, even when I had been younger.
I would not let myself be free, and have fun, and enjoy the beauty of nature around me, because I had been thinking of Him and how I had to serve Him.
I started to cry, and she looked at me. I'm sure that she was wondering why I was crying, but I was relieved that she didn't ask me. T did not want to have to explain that to her. I would have revealed too much of myself.
I turned my back on her and started to walk up the stairs. She called after me, and she seemed to be very upset.
"Where are you going, Maria? Don't leave me here alone. Please, I beg of you. I was scared during the night. There were rats, and I had to keep moving to chase them away, or else they would have crawled on my flesh. Please, don't leave me."
But I kept walking. I opened the door and walked down the hallway. The Mother Superior called to me when I passed her office, but I hardly even heard her. I went into the kitchen and tool a bottle of soothing balm off the shelf.
Then, I turned and started to walk back to the dungeon.
"Sister Maria, come in here," I heard the Mother Superior call, and I stopped.
"I am in a rush," I said to her. "I will come talk to you soon. I am making very good progress, Mother Superior. Believe me. I must go."
She looked puzzled, but said nothing. I continued, walking back down the hall, until I was opening the door to the dungeon again.
As I walked down the stairs, I could hear the sounds of sobbing.
"Don't cry, Jeanne," I said to her, as I reached the bottom step. "Don't cry. Twill not leave you alone. I wanted to get something to soothe the hurt of the wounds on your body. Do not cry. Do not think that I would leave you alone."
I poured some of the oily balm onto my hand, and I started to rub it into her back, where the lash marks looked the deepest.
I heard her shudder, for one second, as she must have felt a momentary stinging from the liquid. But then, she started to moan softly.
"That is taking the pain away instantly," she said to me. "It feels nice."
"Just relax," I said, and I was rubbing it into her flesh. Her flesh felt even softer because of the oily texture of the balm.
I moved my hand down to her bruised buttocks, and I started to rub the liquid there. She wiggled herself around a little, and laughed a bit.
"You were always so afraid to touch me when we were younger," she said to me. "This is really the first time that I can remember your hands lingering on my flesh for more than a few seconds. It feels nice, Maria. Does it feel nice for you?"
"If it does for you, then it does for me," I told her.
I ran my fingers along the curve of her buttocks, and into the crack between them, spreading the oil everywhere. Then, I rubbed it all over the back of her legs.
As I stood up again, I moved around to the front of her body.
The whip marks there were not as bad as they were on the back, because I had only lashed her there when I had been in some kind of frenzy. The lash marks on her back had been made with more determined strokes.
I poured more balm onto my hand, and I started to rub it against her shoulders. Then, I let my hand slide down along her neck, and further down, over her breast. I rubbed her nipple, in particular, because it was charred.
She started to lick her lips, and moaned softly.
"Oh, Maria, that feels so nice. So nice. My nipple was burning before, but the balm has put out the fire. It was an unpleasant burning, but now, it is nice."
I could see her breast glistening with the oily substance, and then I started to rub some into the other breast.
Soon, both of her nipples were standing up full, and her breasts were bathed in the soothing lotion that took away her pain.
I felt a pleasure running through my own body, knowing that I was going to be taking away her pain. It thrilled me.
I ran my hand down over her belly and rubbed it in.
Then, just before I was going to touch her cunt, I pulled my hand back. She looked at me, although she said nothing. The look was enough to speak the unspoken words.
She was telling me not to be scared, but rather, to continue. She was telling me that there was nothing wrong with my touching her cunt, but, on the contrary, there seemed to be everything right about my doing it.
I poured some more balm onto the palm of my hand, then moved it to her thighs. I started to rub it in, and I could see that her cunt lips were getting wetter. Still, I could not bring my hands to touch her there.
I rubbed the lotion all over her legs, working my way down from her thighs, to her knees, to her calves, all of which had scars because of my whipping.
As I stood up again, she started to rub her legs together.
"That felt nice," she said to me. "But there is still one part of me that the whip touched once or twice, and that part is still aching from the stinging pain."
I knew what she was talking about. I poured a drop more of the liquid onto my hand, and than I started to rub it against her pussy lips and her bush.
I could feel a coarseness to the hair around her bush, but there was an incredible softness to the feeling of the lips.
I started to rub my palm against them, and she spoke again.
"You burned the flesh inside," she said to me. "Put some inside of me. It will heal the inside of my cunt."
I started to slide my fingers into her. I could feel her love button growing stiff the second my fingers made contact with them. I started to rub the balm all around her charred walls, so that she was slippery inside.
I looked at her face as I was rubbing her cunt.
Her eyes were closed, and she was running her long tongue over her lips. She was moaning softly, and even whispering.
"Oh, that is so nice," she said to me. "That feels so good, Maria. You are soothing me and bringing me pleasure at the same time. You have nice fingers, and you are making my insides feel good. Making the terrible fire subside, and the pleasure fire rise."
And I knew that I was. I could feel her getting even wetter inside, even though I had applied no more balm. It was the juices from her cunt that were beginning to make her wetter, and the spasming that I felt inside of her assured me of it.
She started to move herself back and forth against my fingers.
It was feeling so nice, and I started to wiggle them around inside of her.
I could smell her juices, as they began to flow down over my fingers, and even down on her thighs. I looked there and saw the glistening cream.
I licked my lips. Oh, I thought, just to have a taste of it.
I had never done anything like that, before, nor had I ever thought of it.
The dream started to run through my mind again, and I thought about all those things she had said to me in the dream. How I had always wanted her, and how I had almost had her, but had pulled back too soon.
She was still manacled, her hands up over her head.
She could not move back, even if she wanted to. And if she did, she could only move back a few steps, and I could prevent her from going any further.
I started to sink to my knees, and I moved my tongue to her navel. I flicked it in and out, and I could feel her increasingly wet cunt rubbing against my neck. I started to lick my way down lower.
My tongue foraged its way through her thick jungle of hair, and I could taste a flavor in her cunt hair. I stayed with them for a long time, licking clumps of the hair between my lips and sucking out the flavor.
"Lick it," she started to moan. "Lick it. Move your mouth down and start to lick me. Taste what I am like inside. Drink my juices."
Slowly, I started to let my tongue run down through her patch.-I; touched her cunt lips, and could taste her womanhood. I could taste the sweet flavor of her juices, and the one taste made me want it even more.
And so, I continued, thrusting my tongue deep inside of her . . :: I
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was on my knees in my cell, naked. The horsehair whip was in one hand, and each time I thought about what I had done, I lashed myself on the thigh.
I could feel the self-inflicted pain, getting worse and worse, as I went through it all in my mind, leading to her climax.
I thought about what it had been like to taste the inside of Jeanne's body, and saw the look of pleasure on her face as she moaned softly. Thwack!
The horsehair stung my flesh, and I hoped that He would see the way I was repenting, f hoped, however, that He would not be able to read the innermost thoughts in my mind. The thoughts that I was trying to cover up with these guilty thoughts.
I could see a red bruise on my leg, and I knew that I had to draw blood. I deserved it for what I had done. For the way my tongue had almost become a part of her flesh, and the longing that had been running through me wfule I was doing it.
The way I had moved my hands behind to her buttocks, so I could pull her closer to me, so her cunt would be right against my mouth, and I could not breathe, taste, or smell anything that was not her cunt. Her lovely, juicy, sweet-tasting pussy, the flavor of which I could still taste on my lips as I continued to pray to him.
Thwack! I lashed the horsehair whip out at my flesh again, and I could feel how close it had come to hitting my cunt lips. I looked down at them and saw how dry they were, as if they had a mind of their own and could feel fear.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," I started to say, and it was hard to concentrate on the sin, for the memory of it was so fresh in my mind, and the pleasure of it was making me question whether or not it had been a sin.
No! I lashed myself again. There was no doubt in my mind that it was one of the most vile sins that could have been performed.
So why had I loved it so much? Why was my cunt starting to get a little bit wet when I stopped lashing myself and just started to think of Jeanine.
I thought of how I had sucked on her love button, until her juices had been flowing and she had been moaning with delight. I thought of how she had told me how no woman had ever touched her the way that I did, but how she wanted other women to touch her if they could do what I was doing to her.
How she had told me to keep my mouth there, because it was soothing, and how she wanted me to make her come again.
I lashed myself on the thigh, and the pleasure left my body.
I remembered how, after I had made her come, I had stood up. She was licking her lips, and her tongue was like a magnet. I moved my mouth closer to hers, and for the first time in my life, I had kissed her hard, and with passion, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth and feeling her sucking on it.
She had pressed her body closer to mine, and I had liked it. The feeling of her breasts touching mine, made my own tingle. The feeling of her leg moving between my legs made my cunt tingle, and I was filled with desire.
No! A hundred lashes for you, and I started, hitting myself so hard, that the fifth one was the one to draw blood.
I looked at the red ooze dripping down my leg, and thought about her again.
When I had pulled away from her, after the kiss, I had spit on the floor.
"What is wrong?" she had asked, in a soothing, calm voice.
"What I did. All of it. ft was sinful, f never should have."
"What was wrong with it?" she asked me. "Did you like it? Did you like the taste of it? Did you feel good while you were doing it?"
"Yes," I had told her. "Yes, I felt sensational, and that is wrong."
"Are we to always suffer? Is that what is right? Are we to suffer, and never let ourselves feel something that is good? Because if that is the case, if that is what the world was made for, then kill me now."
"What?"
"I mean it. If God wants for us to suffer, then put me out of the world. I cannot live in a world with pain and suffering. lean only live in a world with good. With love, and with lust, for lust is pleasure, and pleasure is the opposite of pain."
Her words scared me and confused me, and as I felt her eyes drawing me closer, I had to turn, f had to run up the stairs and get out of there, before I would be possessed with the desire again and do something that would make me feel guilt.
"Come back," she was screaming to me. "Come back. Don't leave me alone down here. Don't feel guilty about what, you have done. Please, Maria, don't feel guilty. If you do, you will ruin it for yourself. You will ruin it for yourself."
But it was too late. I was already outside, and I slammed the door shut, hoping that she might die in that tomb, because she had brought it out in me. I hated her with all the fury in the world, and loved her with all the lust in the world, all at the same time.
I ran right to my chamber, and stripped myself naked. And there I was, trying to figure out what happened, as I was punishing myself.
I lashed myself on the thigh, over and over again. I tried not to think of the taste, although I had done nothing to wash it from my mouth. It was lingering, and the more it lingered, the more I desired to taste it again.
Fresh. And hot, and flowing from her pussy, right into my mouth, onto my tongue, so that my taste, buds would know the full flavor of her once again.
And her thighs. To lick the dried cream off her thighs, so that I could taste a combination of the cunt cream and her own sweat, which added a salty taste to it. And her nipples, for I had moved my tongue there at one point, sucking and flicking my way over them so that she was moaning.
Thwack! I could not stop my thoughts, and I could not stop praying. One side of me wanted His forgiveness, and the other side wanted to run right down and untie her, then hold her and make sweet love to her.
I wanted to kiss her and lick her all over, and let her do the same. She had voiced her desire, as she had been coming in her mouth.
"If you would untie me, I would lick your cunt," she had said to me. "I would lick it at the same time that you would be licking mine, and I would bring you the kind of pleasures that you are bringing to me. Do it. V would be more than willing to lick you until the end of time, Maria. You were always my best friend, and I would love to see you writhing in pleasure. Love to see it happen in you."
No! No! I was thinking sin and lust, and evil
I hit the open wound on my thigh, and the pain was a hundred times more gruesome than it had been before.
"Please Father, help me, Your poor humble servant," I started to moan. "Help me to understand what is happening to me. Help me. I beg of You."
I started to pray, hoping that He would come to me in some form or another, and tell me that it was all right to feel the way that I did. That it was all right to feel some kind of pleasure, and not such a sin.
I hardly even realized how close I was moving the horsehair whip to my cunt lips. They were wet now, from all the thoughts that I had had of Jeanne, and the next time I slashed it down at my own flesh, it stung my lips.
There was pleasure, and pain, at the same time.
It seemed to be the only way, I thought. Perhaps, were I to continue, the pain would overshadow the pleasure, and then I wouldn't have to feel guilty about feeling lust. Then I would know that he was helping me.
Again and again, I hit myself. I worked myself into a frenzy, and I could see the way my cunt lips were getting bruised.
And yet, the pleasure and pain stayed at a constant rate. For the instant when the whip would hit me, there would be a stinging pain, but just for that second. Then, the pleasure would continue, because I could not get the thoughts of Jeanne out of my head.
I wanted to run back down and make love to her. I wanted to hold her and tell her how sorry I had been for hitting her so hard, and breaking her tender skin so that her blood was flowing. I wanted to make my own blood flow, as if I thought that would make up for what I had done to her.
My inner thighs were bleeding, both of them, for each time I hit my cunt with the whip, the horsehairs hit my thighs, too.
I looked down at my nipples, and saw just how stiff they were. It was as if they were letting me know just how I was feeling. Letting me know that no matter how much pain I was trying to inflict in myself, there would always be the pleasure.
There would always be the pleasure. All one had to do was touch oneself and if could be felt. The pinch of a nipple, or the stroking of the love button, and the pleasure would surge. It was part of the body, and how could it be denied.
It had to be. It had to be, for the sake of the Lord. The pleasure was a sin, and so it could not be allowed. "Help me," I was moaning, and I could see that there was soon a small pool of blood, on the cell floor, between my legs.
I started to lash my cunt over and over again, and then, I started to come.
I threw myself flat on the floor, closed my eyes, and prayed to Him to kill me as I was coming. It seemed to be the only way that I could get out of it. Kill me, kill me, kill me. And yet, nothing happened.
I lay there, panting, for the longest time, hoping that when I would stand up, I would see the clouds of heaven of the gates of hell. For now, I was not sure where I would be in the end. I was a sinner, and sinners went to hell.
When I had finally caught my breath, I stood up. When I started to walk over to the pitcher of water near the basin, I could feel a throbbing pain between my legs. My bruised thighs were rubbing together, and that hurt enough, but also, my cunt was sore.
I washed myself out, cleaning all the blood away, and then reached down and picked the whip up off the floor. I hung it over my bed, as a reminder of what I would do to myself the next time I felt the lust.
Then, I dressed, throwing on my habit as fast as I could.
As I started to walk back toward the dungeon, I could see the Mother Superior walking up to me. She smiled at me, and touched my hand.
"How is it going, Sister Maria?" she asked me. "More progress?"
"Yes," I said, lying to her, and hoping that nothing would happen to me because of the he. '"She is coming along fine. However, Mother Superior, I must have a talk with you about Jeanne becoming a sister."
"What do you mean?" she asked me.
"Jeanne has committed many lustful sins in her life, which she is beginning to repent over. However, I do not think that she could ever be a sister. I' feel that it would be good to let her stay at the convent for as long as she feels the need to, but she will never be able to have the faith to be a nun."
"Did you talk with her about it? Is that what she told you, Sister Maria?"
"Yes," I lied. "Yes, she did, and I couldn't argue with her. As you know, we knew each other for years. I knew, back then, that she would never have the faith to be a sister, and it would be useless to try and inflict it upon her."
The Mother Superior nodded, and I was happy that she agreed with me.
"We will not make any rash judgments," the woman said. "When you have her repent, you will see if she can change her mind. If she does not, then we will let her stay here for a time. Perhaps, if she sees how happy we are here, then she might change her mind still. If, after a few more weeks, she does not, then she can go."
"I thank you, Mother Superior. You have always been, and always will be, the wisest of all the women here. I thank you."
She took my hand and kissed it, and I could feel something running through my body. It was not a sexual feeling, but more of a cleansing feeling. As if that kiss had cleansed my body of all its mortal sin.
I started to walk toward the dungeon. I opened the door and walked downstairs. When Jeanne saw me, she started to smile again.
"I'm glad you're back," she said. "But please, don't run off so fast again. I wish that we could have talked after it was over."
"No," I said. "There was nothing to talk about, Jeanne."
"Maria, you have to know how wrong you are to say that. I know you must have been feeling a great deal of guilt because of what happened. But you should not have felt any guilt. It was wonderful, and you know it."
"I talked with the Mother Superior," I said to her, trying to change the subject. "I just had a long talk with her, and..."
"Is that blood on your foot?" she asked me, and I looked down.
It was dried blood, that I had not seen when I was cleaning myself. I said nothing, but looked back at her face, and her lovely body.
"You do not want to become a nun, really, do you?" I asked her.
"You know that I could never be a nun," she said to me. "I wish sometimes that I had faith like you do, Maria. It seems to get you through so many trying times. Did you ever know that I wish I could be you sometimes?"
"No," I told her. "And I have wished, so many times, that I could be you. But we cannot. We are what we are, and that is all there is to it. Now, let me finish. Let me tell you what the Mother Superior has said."
"Kiss me first," Jeanne said to me, and when I took a step back, out of fear, she started to smile at me. "Just a kiss out of friendship. Please. Kiss me on the lips and I promise you will feel better for it."
I moved closer to her and touched my lips against hers. She didn't open her mouth or try to stick her tongue into mine.
Our lips just touched, and there was a magical warm feeling between us. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but somehow, I managed to hold back.
"Stop," I said, as I took a step back. "Now, you have to listen to me. You will not have to become a nun. I already talked with the Mother Superior. I told her that I just didn't think you would ever have the faith."
For a few seconds, she looked angry, and her words were spoken with hostility.
"What did you do that for?" she screamed at me. "Why?"
"Jeanne, I thought about you a great deal. I' don't agree with everything that you say, but I can no longer think that you are a sinner, the way that I used to think. You have your own style of life that you like to live by, and I have mine. I am the one who prays to God, and you are the free spirit."
When she heard my words, her anger subsided.
"Yes," she said to me. "I have always been the free spirit."
"And the free spirit cannot lock herself up in the habit of a nun, and try to forget about all that she has done so far, during her lifetime. Or all that there is to do, in the future. She has to remain free."
"Thank you," she said to me, and I could see that there was a tear beginning to well up in her eye, and then, it rolled down her cheek.
"I want to let you free now," I said to her. "But before I do, there is one thing that I insist you do. You must do it."
"What is that?" she asked me. "What is so important?"
"You must repent, Jeanne," I said to her. "Repent for the sins which you have committed, whether you think of them as sins or not. Repent for my sake, because I ask you to. Whether you mean it or not, at least I will be able to tell the Mother Superior that you have repented. She has told me not to let you free until you have."
I could see that she was still crying, and she looked so sweet. I wanted to cradle her head in my arms, and kiss her red hair, gently. I wanted to stroke her breasts and tell her that everything would be all right, and that there was nothing wrong with saying words of repentance. But I didn't have to.
"Will it mean all that much to you if I did repent?" she asked me.
"Yes," I said. "The Lord would forgive you for all your sins in the past. I know that I cannot expect you to stop sinning, and He will know that, too. But at least you will be cleansed of all earlier sins."
"And I will gain your love as a friend again," she said to me.
"You will always have my love as a friend," I had to tell her, because it was true. I know that as long as I live, I will never have another friend like Jeanne. "Our Father, who art in Heaven," she started to say, "Listen to Your humble servant. I know that I have been a sinner, and have committed sins that would warrant death. I do not know how I feel about what I have done, but, I would like for You to forgive me. I am asking You, so that You know I am repenting. Please, forgive me for all that I have committed in my lifetime. All the evil."
I fell to my knees and started to chant a prayer of redemption, looking upwards so that He would be looking down on me.
"Your daughter has spoken to You, oh Lord, and we pray that You will take her prayers to heart, and love her once again."
"Love me," Jeanne started to pray. "Love me, God. I cannot help the way that I am. I cannot help the feelings that run through my body, but that does not mean I am forsaking You. I want You to love me forever." We were both crying as I stood up and moved my hands to the manacles that were around her wrists. As I opened them, she fell to her knees on the floor, too weak from hunger to be able to stand on her own.
I found a blanket, folded up on a shelf, and I wrapped it around her naked body. Then, with my help, I started to lead her up the stairs.
The Mother Superior was standing there, outside of the door, and when she saw the two of us, she began to cry tears of joy.
"I could feel something happening," she said to us. "I was in my office, and He came to me and told me that He had heard your voices. I knew that I should be here to meet both of you, because you would be bringing her up here."
She helped me take Jeanne to her cell, and we found another habit for her to put on, even though we knew she would never become a nun. I walked to the kitchen and prepared some food for her. She was so weak, that I had to feed her.
I felt as if I was feeding my own child, and she looked at me with such loving eyes. She insisted that I stay with her and talk with her for a while, until she would fall asleep. She seemed to scared to be alone.
"I am glad that you insisted I repent," she said to me. "You don't know how good I am feeling because of it."
"I knew that you would. Whether you believe in Him or not, He has eased some of the pain that you were feeling inside."
"He has," she said to me. "I will stay here for a few more weeks, and then, I don't know where I will go. Perhaps, I will go to see the King of France."
I started to laugh, and asked her why she would see him.
"I have had visions," she said to me. "When I was down in the dungeon, I had visions. I can help him to reunite France. I know that I can."
"You are insane," I said to her, and we laughed.
"No, I am not. I am a free spirit, and free spirits ride with the wind, and let themselves go wherever the-breeze takes them."
And then, she closed her eyes, and I waited there until I could hear her sleeping soundly. I moved my lips to her forehead and kissed her gently, then walked to my own room and lay down to rest.
As I closed my eyes, I thought of Jeanne, and her large breasts and her wet cunt. I thought of the taste again, and felt guilty about it. But then, when I opened my eyes and looked at the whip hanging over my bed, all guilt left me.
I knew that we would both carry on, going in our separate directions, and yet, both surviving in the same world. I also knew one other thing. Jeanne did not have to have such a strong belief in the Lord, because mine was strong, and my love for her was so great, that I would always have enough prayer for the both of us.
CHAPTER NINE
The next few weeks were some of the most pleasant weeks for me at the convent, because Jeanne was allowed to walk free, and we had a great deal of time to talk, and really learn to love one another.
I sinned many times during those weeks, but Jeanne helped me to do it so that I would not feel guilty. She had her own kind of philosophy about the world, and each time she would see me looking guilty, she would tell me about it.
"I will be gone soon, and you will probably never love another like me," she would tell me. "And then, you can live the rest of your life in celibacy, praying to God to forgive you for the three weeks of lust."
She told me that when she was in my cell, and we were lying on my bed together. We were both naked, and we were touching each other.
I moved my hand down between her legs and rubbed her cunt. Her skin was so much softer, since the bruises had healed, and even her cunt had healed inside.
I moved my mouth down between her legs and started to lick her. I: could taste her cream, and I loved the flavor of it. She told me how to wiggle her love button around so that her pleasures would be at their height.
And I, in turn, was rewarded with my own pleasures.
For she insisted that I move my own cunt over her face, and while I was licking her, she was spreading me wide open and digging her tongue into me. I didn't even tell her what she had to do to me in order to make me come. She could sense it, just by flicking her tongue back and forth and feeling what was happening to me.
When Jeanne was making me come, it was like nothing else in the world mattered. The feelings that ran through my body were more intense than any feelings that I had ever experienced before in my life, and the love that I felt toward her was also so intense.
I sucked her harder, and she did the same to me, until we were lost in orgasmic passion, and we were clinging to each other.
"And no guilt," she would say to me, as the passions would start to subside.
Of course, I never let her know what I did when she would leave my room. She never did ask me what the whip was doing, hanging over my bed like that, and I didn't feel the need to have to tell her.
But, when she would leave me, I would lock my cell door, take the whip down, and whip myself. I did it hard enough so that I could feel a reprimanding pain, but not hard enough to bruise my skin.
Because I knew that I would be seeing her again, within a few hours, and if she had seen the bruises, she would want to know what they were from.
I could not tell her that I was whipping myself to ease my mind of the guilt that I was feeling. I did not want her to know. I' wanted her to believe that I felt no guilt just because she had insisted that I feel no guilt.
I know that she also had good intentions when she led me to the gardener's shack one afternoon so that we could wait for the gardener. He was not the same man that she had been with before, since the Mother Superior had seen to it that the lustful gardener had been dismissed immediately.
He was a younger, more handsome boy, and he was wary when Jeanne first approached him, since she was dressed in her nun's garb.
"I am not really one of the sisters," she told him. "I am just staying here for while. I have noticed you out in the garden, with no shirt on. I have looked at your strong chest, and I have noticed the rippling muscles."
"What do you want of me?" he had asked.
"I want you to fuck me," she said to him. "I want to feel your cock inside of me, but only if Sister Maria can be there."
"I would not mind," He said. "I was in town, with two whores once, and I could satisfy both of them at the same time. I was fucking one with my cock, while I was licking the other with my tongue."
"You will not have to worry about having to satisfy both of us," she said to him. "Sister Maria will not need to be satisfied. All she wants to do is watch, and touch every so often, so she can learn."
I said nothing as we stood there in the garden, and we arranged to meet him one afternoon in his shack. Jeanne and I arrived there first.
She was naked when he walked in, and her nipples were full and hard. He had curly black hair, and as he started to peel off his clothing, I could see that his chest was covered with thick black hair, too.
He stripped himself, and Jeanne moved her hand under his balls. She held them and felt their weight. Then, she let her hand wander along the underside of his cock.
"Come here, Maria," she said to me. "Come and feel what the cock is like when it is hard. You have only seen it, but never felt it."
At first, I was scared. I thought that the Lord would strike me down on the spot, but since nothing was happening to Jeanne, I knew I could do it.
Besides, as Jeanne had told me, this was to be a learning experience for me. This was a part of life, and I should know what that part of life was all about.
I felt the balls. There was something nice about the two egg-like testicles in the sack, and there was a light coat of hair on it. Then, she told me to hold his cock and feel the strength of it.
I ran my hand up and down the shaft. There was a thick kind of bone in the middle of it, and when I squeezed it, I could feel how strong it was.
I moved my fingers to the tip and felt a drop of come there. I started to smear it all over the cock head, and it felt nice.
Then, Jeanne pushed my hand away. She told me that she was going to suck it, and make it shoot off, because she wanted me to feel what it was like when it was shooting off. She got down on her knees.
I moved my hand to the boy's chest and touched the hairs. I plucked at his nipples, and then, I could hear him moaning.
"Yes, take it in deep," he was saying, and when I looked down, I could see that he was holding Jeanne's cheeks and moving himself in and out of her mouth, fast. She was loving it, and when he pressed himself in and his balls were pressing against her chin, she moaned her loudest.
I saw the way she used her tongue all over the shaft, licking it and getting it nice and wet so that she could massage it with her hand at certain points.
Then, at one point, she pulled her mouth back. He was moaning his loudest, and she told me that I should massage the shaft. I wrapped my hand around it, and she pulled hers away to give me room to do it.
Then, he started to come. I could see the thick spurts of white cream shooting onto her tongue, and she kept her mouth open the entire time that he was coming. I saw that she tried to touch the tip of his cock with her tongue every so often, and when she did that, he would let out the longest moan.
After he had finished coming, I was still massaging the shaft. I could feel it starting to go limp in my hand, and that was an interesting feeling.
"But did you feel the power surge when he was shooting?" she asked me, and it was almost as if he wasn't there at all. The two of us were talking around him, about him and his cock. "Did you feel the way it started to pulsate just as it was about to shoot off? Now that is power."
"And he feels pleasure when that is happening?" I asked her.
"Of course," she said. "The equivalent to the kind of pleasure that you are able to feel inside of your body, between your legs. When the cock is in the cunt and it starts to throb like that, it makes contact with the love button."
"And when will that happen?" he asked, and from his tone of voice, we could both tell that he was getting a little disturbed.
Jeanne started to laugh, and she kissed him on the lips.
"I am more than willing for it to happen now, but your thing is not. It droops. When it wakes up again, then we will let it happen so my friend can see."
We continued to talk, and after a few more minutes, he started to tug himself. He was pulling his cock by the head, stretching it so that it was starting to get longer. I noticed that it was getting thicker, and Jeanne told me that the cock filled with blood, and it was the rushing blood that made it thicker.
When he was hard, Jeanne lay back on the floor. She took a hold of his cock, but then, she pulled her hand away.
"Let my friend guide you into me," she said to him, and he looked confused.
Still, he wanted to enter her, and that was the only way that she was going to let him do it. He got down on his knees, and I held his shaft at the base. I rubbed the head of his cock over Jeanne's cunt lips, and then he slid into her.
His buttocks looked taut as he started to fuck her, and I could see the way she was beginning to get aroused. Her nipples were stiffer, and her body was beginning to get bathed in a light glowing sweat.
Soon, she was moaning, and wrapping her legs tightly around his buttocks. He started to thrust faster, and he let out a long moan when he was coming in her.
Jeanne told me that he was coming, and I could see how sweaty his buttocks got then, at the exact moment when he was supposed to be shooting inside of her.
After they had finished tucking, she washed herself off, and we took a walk. We talked about what had happened, and I was glad that she had let me share it with her. It was almost as if I knew the joys of being fucked myself.
Jeanne told me, a few days later, that I really did not. She was sitting in my cell, with the door closed again, and she reached into her habit and pulled out the wooden phallus. She asked me if I remembered it, and of course, I had.
"I want you to know what a cock is like," she said to me. "You don't have to feel like you've sinned, because it is not a real one. You are doing this for research. That is what you can tell yourself, so that you won't have to feel guilty when it is all over. All right, Maria? All right?"
I lay on my back, on the bed, and I felt her starting to rub it against my cunt lips. I could feel myself getting wetter, and she didn't put it inside of me until I was dripping with cunt juices.
But even as she started to thrust it into me, I was nervous. I kept thinking about that first time, and how she had promised me the pleasure, but how T had only felt the pain. I thought I would feel it again.
"Remember, that was your first time," she said to me. "You were still a virgin then, but now you are not. Now, you will only feel pleasure."
And as I felt it rubbing over my love button, I knew that she was right. She was able to slide it right into me, and there was not even a second's worth of pain. All that I could feel was a tingling in my entire body, and it was a nice feeling.
She started to thrust the phallus in and out of me, telling me that if I had done it myself, I would probably stop at a certain point, out of fear of going any further.
"But I am doing it, and I am going to take you all the way," she said. "I am not going to stop until you have reached a peak climax."
I had only dreamed of it, that night when she had been locked in the dungeon.
Dreaming was not as good as the real thing, however. There was nothing as good as the real thing, and I could feel my whole body surging with life. My nipples sprung right up into stiffness, and as she touched my belly, I could feel pleasure there, too.
She started to kiss me on the lips as I was coming hard, and that made the orgasm even more intense than it would have been.
As she pulled the wet phallus out of my cunt, she started to lick the cream off it. Then, she began to lick the cream out of my pussy, eagerly and hungrily.
She did not know, nor would I ever let her know, that when she left my cell that day, I took the horsewhip to myself and whipped myself until I was bleeding.
I begged God's forgiveness, and I am sure that He listened to me.
Three days before Jeanne was supposed to leave, a messenger came to the convent with a note for her. Her father had died, and the funeral was to be the next day.
That night, the Mother Superior said that I should stay with Jeanne in her cell, because she was not to be left alone.
Upon receiving the message, she had broken down into hysterics, and had fallen to the ground, screaming about how it was all her fault.
We had finally managed to calm her down, and bring her to her room.
I sat by her bed, holding her hand, until she opened her eyes.
"What happened to me?" she asked. "I cannot remember."
"The messenger said that your father died," I said to her. "Now, this time, you were the one who was feeling the guilt."
"I am guilty," she said to me. "I brought him such anguish."
"That was months ago," I told her. "I am sure that he has gotten over it. He died of a bad heart, so they say. You had nothing to do with it."
"Will you pray with me?" she asked, as she climbed out of the bed and got down on her knees. "Will you pray with me?"
"Of course I will," I said to her, and I could feel tears of joy coming to my eyes. It was the first time she had ever asked me to pray with her. Every time that I had seen Jeanne, on her knees, praying, it was because I had insisted that she do so.
But this time, she was insisting.
"Dear God," she said. "I know that I have been a sinner. Perhaps one of the worst sinners in the world. But I ask Your forgiveness, and I ask that my father, up there with You, also look down and forgive me."
And then, a miracle seemed to occur. We both saw the vision on the wall. It was her father's face, and he was looking down at her, smiling, shaking Iris head yes, as if he was telling her that all was forgiven.
The next day, the Mother Superior let me accompany Jeanne to the funeral. She hadn't seen her brothers in such a long time, nor had
I.
They had both turned out to be such fine, strapping men.
At first, Jeanne snubbed them, and only stood by her mother's side, holding the woman's hand and crying with her. From what Jeanne had told me, her mother knew nothing about what had happened between her and her brothers, and she hoped that the woman would never know anything about it.
After he was lowered into the ground, Seth approached his sister.
He tried to take her arm, but she pulled away from him. She ran to me instead, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Seth walked over to us, and he smiled at me.
"Hello, Maria," he said. "I do not know if it is improper to tell a nun that she is looking beautiful, but you are."
"Thank you," I said to him, and I tried to loosen Jeanne's grip on me.
"Jeanne," he said to her, "I would like to talk to you."
"No," she said. "I will never forget the way you two turned on me when our father walked in and found us. Both of you, sticking together and telling him that I was the one responsible for leading you on."
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. "On his death bed, he called to me. He asked me what had really happened that day, as if he knew, and I told him the truth. I told him that you were not as responsible as Jack and I were, and he started to cry. He wondered if you would ever forgive him." I
Jeanne started to cry, burying her face on my shoulder.
"The Lord teaches us to forgive," I said to her. '"Remember how I told you that? Remember how you once begged His forgiveness, and how you felt that He had shone a light upon you. Jeanne, take your brother's hand and hold it. Let him know that you do forgive him, for what he did."
And suddenly, she did pull her head up. She looked at me and she smiled.
She moved closer to Seth, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly. I could see tears of joy welling up in his eyes as he started to hug her back. Soon, Jack and their mother were walking over, and the whole family rejoiced in their reunion.
Jeanne did not return with me to the convent that night. Instead, she went back to her mother's house, where she lived for a few more weeks.
I didn't hear from her during that period of time, but then, one day, she came to see me. She looked like she was happier than I had ever seen her.
"I have had my calling in life," she said to me. "I swear, that I had a vision the other night. It came to me and told me to go to King Charles."
"And do what?" I asked her.
"Help him to reunite France," she said to me. "They said that I was the only one who would be able to do it. I would be able to help him. I do not know how, but I have to go there and see what happens."
"And what about your lustful feelings?" I asked her. "How would you be able to control them when you are going to see the King?"
"I have not felt them since I have been home. I have not felt the urge inside of myself, the way that I used to. The urge that was so great, that I felt as if I would die unless I did something about it"
I could not believe the words that she spoke, and yet, I had to believe her. I knew that she would not lie to me.
She asked if she could come with me to my cell before she left, and once we had the door closed and locked, she kissed me hard on the lips.
