Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to obtain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain countless examples.
Kathy Harrington, the young schoolgirl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. She finds herself swept into a web of depravity and perversion she could only have dreamed existed. After being forced to suffer one humilation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the depraved whims of her captors.
SCHOOLGIRL TORTURED BY NUNS-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story revealing another side of our complex society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy Harrington felt a shudder ripple through her tight virgin pussy as she stood alone in the Mother Superior's office. Pulling her black woolen dress down modestly around her knees, she tried to push the hot memories from her mind.
Fucking was wrong. Her mother had told her that. The nuns had told her that. But still there were all those feelings inside her, sensations that licked like hot tongues of fire up her inner thighs and made her cunt so very hot and so very wet! Licking her dry lips, the teenaged blonde sighed heavily, aware even now of those tingly sensations that made her cunt swell open. It was so wrong to feel things like these in Mother's office.
She had been summoned there because of her sexual feelings. She knew it. How could she continue to feel these sensations that made her hard pink nipples itch so teasingly against her white uniform shirt? How could she-in this the most holy of places? Her mother would surely have had a heart attack of she knew what her daughter was feeling half the time. But Bobby Greenborough was so ... oh, so sexy when he took her out to the movies ... the few times she was able to go out with anybody. How he knew how to touch her down there, make her moan and shiver all over until people were turning around and wondering what on earth was going on. And when he put his finger in ... Kathy shivered now, rubbing her pert litlte ass over the wooden chair. A fire was starting up around her clit now, making that pink little nub stiff. Kathy curled her slender fingers, gripping the edges of the seat and staring straight ahead.
Sitting there in the severely decorated office, keeping her eyes away from a staring portrait of a suffering Jesus, the young teenager kept remembering the touch of that young stud against her inner thighs, the feeling of his finger squirming and squiggling down her pussy like some sort of snake until it touched her cherry. That was when Kathy drew the line, pushing him away with one hand while gasping for air. She came in the theater seat, bouncing against the squeaking back while her knees shivered against one another. "Mother!"
The door squeaked open, admitting a dull yellowish shaft of light into the dimly lit office. Immediately a tall thick-boned woman walked into the room, her face a mask of severity in the tight wimple. Kathy swallowed hard, looking just over the woman's shoulder as her long black skirts swirled around her feet. This wasn't going to be easy. Her mother had enrolled her here at St. Mary's particularly because of its fine scholastic record. But discipline was also a part of the school's reputation.
"Sit down, Kathy." The old nun's voice cracked.
Kathy did as she was told, putting her hands modestly in her lap and feeling the hot electric feelings ebbing from her young pussy. Mother Katherine stared at her long and hard, moving behind her desk and settling herself down with a soft sigh. Her black robes seemed to flow around her for a moment before they too settled. The old nun folded her wrinkled fingers together and stared once more at the trembling girl.
"Our Lord Jesus Christ died for our sins, among them one of the most terrible, fornication."
The old woman's gray eyes dulled at the word while her thin lips tightened after pronouncing the word. It was as if she had just tasted the most foul food in the world.
"Fornication," she repeated, pointing an accusing finger at Kathy. "It, along with pride, can lead the most religious, the most well-intentioned saint into perdition. You, Kathy, have committed that sin. Your mother knows it, and I know it."
Kathy's face reddened. A little heavy petting didn't qualify as fornication!
"But nothing happened, Mother," the girl began. "We were just sitting in the show and...."
Mother Superior put one hand up to silence her, her face a mask of terrible severity and condemnation. The cord of the windowshades behind her shadowed on the wall, reminding Kathy of a noose.
"You perhaps hadn't completed the ... act," the old nun answered, her mouth twisted into a cynical smile. "But you would have, had the opportunity presented itself. I want to hear nothing more about this. You have sinned, and must pay for it. Your mother, a good Catholic, has left your repentance to me."
The old nun kept her dulled eyes fixed on Kathy while she picked up several papers to her right. Squirming in her chair helplessly, Kathy couldn't keep from looking back at the terrible old woman.
"There's another school, similar to this one, but run for girls like you who are ... uh, on the path to perdition. It's to this school I am sending you. Your mother has already brought your things."
"But ... you mean, f'm going to leave her for ... reform school?"
Mother Superior's smile broadened a bit. Her lips lowered as she shook her head.
"No, not at all. There's nothing like that at Saint Timothy's. It's a fine school. You'll be able to continue your studies, but the nuns and fathers there will keep an eye on your more than we can here."
"For how long?"
Mother spread her hands apart, again shaking her head. "That, my dear, depends upon you. However, the average stay is for one month."
One month! One month away from her friends, her family, her own room, and Bobby with his magic fingers! Meekly she submitted.
"Good, I didn't think we would have trouble with you once you understood. This is a good beginning. I've phoned ahead, letting the nuns there know you'll be coming. Good luck, Kathy. This is for your own good."
Mother then lifted her right hand in a blessing, letting the girl know the terrible interview was over.
"And may God be with you. Amen."
"Amen," Kathy muttered, making the sign of the cross and lowering her eyes demurely.
"You will leave immediately. The car is already here, my dear, to take you to Saint Timothy's. Perhaps, with the proper instruction, you will return a good Catholic. Go with God."
The time had come, Kathy knew, for her to leave. She rose, gathering her courage and marched from the door. A slender, severe-looking nun stood with hands folded at the front door. Kathy wondered who on earth had told Mother about what she and Bobby had been doing. She walked behind the silent nun, not daring to look back.
Stepping into an old black Chevrolet, Kathy said nothing, sitting as if she were being driven to her death sentence. The drive to Saint Timothy's was a short one. Just before arriving Kathy caught sight of the old gray building with turrets on all four corners that reminded her of a medieval castle. Rumor had it the founders of this "school" had taken an old English abbey and shipped it brick by brick across the Atlantic to rebuild the edifice here.
"You will follow me," the taciturn nun said, opening the door and indicating with a sharp gesture that Kathy was to carry her luggage now. "This isn't a hotel, young lady. You'll learn to obey quickly or...." She stopped short, pursing her lips and gazing ahead as if she had said too much.
Kathy noted her hesitation but filed it away as she climbed the steep stone steps to the double wooden front doors. The scene depressed her. The heavy gray stone walls seemed to exude a cold pressure against her body and mind.
Stepping inside, Kathy saw no reason to rejoice. She walked quietly behind the tall nun. The polished floors barely shone in the pervasive gloom.
"You'll put your bags here," she indicated with a nod.
Kathy dropped her luggage in a doorway, then continued following the woman down the long corridor.
"Follow me more quickly, Kathy. Your name is Kathy, am I correct?"
"Yes, Sister."
She followed hurriedly where she was meant to go. They walked somewhat farther before stopping in front of a large wooden door. Small gargoyles and other nondescript figures seemed to leer at her from the ornately carved door. Sister Baptriste told Kathy her name, then she pulled a large gray iron ring of keys from her side, taking out one and inserting it quickly into the lock.
"Inside, Kathy."
Kathy walked into the large, airy room. She stopped immediately, barely noticing the firm, solid sound of the oak door closing behind her. There were widely spaced wooden posts rising from the floor to the ceiling. Aghast, Kathy saw a naked girl tightly bound to one. The girl accorded the two of them only a quick glance, then redirected her gaze to where another sobbing young brunette was embracing another naked young girl who was also bound to one of the pillars.
"What's going on?"
"Forward!"
The voice was sharp, demanding. When Kathy refused, Sister Baptriste raised her right hand, bringing it down sharply against the left side of her face. "Uhhhhh!"
The slap was nearly a punch. The force of it knocked the girl to the ground. Kathy collapsed in a crumpled heap, the stinging heat of the nun's blow making her eyes blur with tears.
"Sisters, help me with this one. She'll need much attention before we tame her."
From the gloom, three women in various states of undress came and pulled the half-conscious Kathy toward one of the unoccupied pillars. Someone was unbuttoning her blouse while another unzipped her skirt, tugging it beyond her knees and sandals. She managed to fight through the fog of unconsciousness when someone started pulling down her panties.
"No!" Kathy grabbed at her blue panties, trying to hitch them back up to her thighs. But Sister Baptriste slapped her again while another young nun deftly skinned the thin nylon panties past her boyish hips and down to her feet. In a moment she had been stripped, her lithe naked body gleaming white under the overhead electric bulbs. Kathy felt the cold concrete against her naked ass and knew she was completely nude.
"Up!"
Someone gathered her from the floor when it was apparent she couldn't yet stand. Kathy caught fleeting glimpse of half-naked women, understanding through the limited conversation they were nuns.
Someone shoved her hard against her pillar, her chin stroking the hard wood and knocking more dizzying whorls through her head. She gripped the wood, feeling her fingernails slipping down helplessly against the pillar.
"Turn her around."
Another order barked loudly from Sister Baptriste.
More hands spun the girl, pressing her spine and ass against the vertical beam. A leather strap of approximately four inches in width encircled her waist, cinched so tightly Kathy thought she would vomit her lunch. The sobbing girl nearby was eyeing her warily and trying to offer her a consoling smile.
"We don't allow you to communicate with any of the girls for the first few days. It's the only way to stress to you total obedience is expected at all times!" Sister Baptriste shouted after having backhanded Kathy across the chin.
"Please, please, lemme go. This is insane, this is ... horrible!"
"To you, perhaps. But the end product will be a civilized woman, not a ... common slut," Sister Baptriste spat out.
"I'm not a slut," Kathy sobbed.
But ho one was paying her any attention. They were helping Sister Baptriste bind her to the pillar, drawing cords under Kathy's armpits, up over her shoulders, then behind her and tying them tightly in a double figure-eight. The rough hemp line left wide red marks against her white flesh. Letting out a groan, Kathy tried pushing her shoulders back to ease the pulling pain.
"No, no, no!"
Kathy's mind whirled at what was happening to her. No one, not even her strict mother, had ever put her through so much humiliation! The girl could hardly move at this point, the bonds becoming stronger and stronger. Another tug at the horrid cutting cords. Her shoulders were wrenched back so the cords bit deep. How they burned with such awful intensity each time she tried inhaling a deep breath. Again Kathy stole a look at the sobbing brunette. She, too, was tied well.
"Stop this! Please! No one's ever done this to me," Kathy sobbed, blinking away the burning tears.
Sister Baptriste laughed harshly, reaching up and grabbing a handful of Kathy's golden hair. Wrenching it cruelly, the old woman shoved her face against the girl's. Kathy pulled her head back as much as she could, terrified of the woman.
"You've been spoiled," she said, her smile turning into a terrible sneer. "Most of the girls here have suffered from the same kind of overindulgent parenting you have. This will calm you."
"No, no!"
More and more, the terrified blonde teenager was realizing she and the others were imprisoned here in some kind of hellish house of torture. Under the guise of a private reform school, these nuns were torturing girls at will!
"Stop!" Kathy felt someone fondling her tits.
Sister Baptriste was moving her bony fingers around her nipples, rubbing them until the pink tips were getting hard and itchy. Instinctively, Kathy raised her hands to protect her tits. A woman, and especially a nun, a bride of Christ, touching her there! And in that way!
"Obedience!" Sister Baptriste snapped.
Two of the other nuns caught Kathy's wrists and pulled them back behind the post. There was more cord, more half-inch line wrapped around and around, securing her hands so she couldn't protect herself any longer. Kathy dropped her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. How those ropes hurt her. But even more, how the nuns frightened her! Sister Baptriste was still in her dress and wimple. But the others-nuns-were undressed, their tits and cunts fully visible. "Oh, oh, oh!"
"Now then, to finish the job. Sister Mary, Sister Katherine, bind her feet. We must make sure she's unable to move before Mother comes here."
Kathy watched helplessly as the nuns corded her ankles with more rope, wrapping the line around and around and finally securing it with a double slipknot. Kathy again tried moving and found she could only move her head. She wondered miserably if her neck would be bound in some terrible way too, robbing her of even that small movement. But when Sister Baptriste gave a silent signal for the other two nuns to stop, Kathy breathed a sigh of relief. At least this part of her ordeal was over. The three nuns left the room, leaving the three girls alone for the moment.
They examined each other quietly. Kathy saw the first girl who had been sobbing earlier smiling at her-something the blonde found a little strange and indecent, considering the terrible circumstance they were all in.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" the girl asked.
"It's terrible. And it's getting worse. The longer they've left me, the more it hurts. And, besides," Kathy added, looking around the room and noticing some vaguely threatening devices hanging from knobs nearby, "why have they done this to us? What kind of place is this?"
"I've been here two weeks. I think that's why Sister Baptriste kept me around-to talk to you and her," the brunette began, nodding toward the redhead slumped and humiliated in her bond. "I'm Eve. We're all kinda sentenced. They don't tolerate anything here at all. Miss Personality, who just knocked you around, she's the worst. But the others aren't much better. They know what's going on in our minds. Christ, it's like they can guess what we're thinking. And they whip and beat us and do all sorts of things."
"Whipped?" Kathy's mouth dropped open. She looked at the other girl, who appeared just as shocked at the news as she was.
"And ... other things. These aren't regular nuns. I wonder if the Church even knows what the hell they're doing around here," Eve said. She eyed the still-closed door warily. "I'd better keep my mouth shut. You'll find out soon enough what goes on in here."
Kathy heard footsteps coming closer to the door. The expression on Eve's face was enough to keep her silent. The door opened quickly, and Kathy saw Sister Baptriste enter first, followed by an older, attractive woman. She wore only a pair of black patent leather spike heels, a small black leather pair of briefs snugged up tightly against her thighs and two brass tit cups fitting around her nipples. Her long black hair fell loosely around her narrow shoulders. Everything about her-her black eyes, the slightly tanned flesh, the fullness of her tits and thighs spoke of sensuality. Kathy saw the strikingly beautiful woman look at her, then turn to Sister Baptriste and say something barely audible.
"Kathy. You will be first. I want you to meet Mother Superior."
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy could hardly get over her initial shock. Eve seemed to visibly straighten against the post, a feat the girl considered great considering the number of ropes binding her to the pillar. Mother Superior, Kathy saw, kept staring at her, those cold eyes boring into her like laser beams. She turned to Sister Baptriste.
"This is the new girl? The one who was caught fucking in the theater?"
To hear that word coming from the mouth of a nun sent shock waves through Kathy. And then to realize she was being accused of a crime she didn't even commit added to her dismay.
"I told the sister I didn't do anything!" Kathy cried , her face reddening. "We were just kissing."
"I'm not interested in your story," the older nun said, holding one hand up. "You've been brought here because others have thought you are incorrigible. It's our job to make certain you change. Release her. She's to be brought to the second chamber."
With that, Mother Superior left, her spike heels clicking against the tiled floor.
"You're very lucky," Sister Baptriste said, slowly unbinding Kathy. "Not many girls get to be interviewed by Mother the first day. Eve over there had to be left tied to the pillar for nearly three days. It was very painful, I'm afraid. And still she must be brought in for ... further training."
"Further training? You old witch, you'll never break me!" Eve spat out, her eyes wild with defiance.
"In time you'll learn, dear. But now you'll learn to remain quiet. Perhaps three days more trussed like this will teach you."
"No!" Eve cried out in horror at the sentence, thrashing in protest.
Kathy felt pity for the helpless girl as she felt the line loosening comfortably around her shoulders, wrists and ankles. Soon the hemp was trussed around her feet. Sister Baptriste was taking her by the hand and leading her toward the door. Instinctively, Kathy stooped to gather her clothes. A sharp tug told her this was not to be so.
"You'll leave them here, as you'll leave the rest of your life. You may pick them up later."
Shamed by her nudity, Kathy followed the nun down the corridor, her cheeks still stinging from the blows she had received earlier. She shivered as they turned down several halls, each one more narrow than the first. There were moments when she thought of bolting from Sister Baptriste. But she was naked. Where could she run in this condition?
"In here. Mother will be in shortly."
Sister Baptriste shoved her into another room, this one dark and very, very cold. The iron door clanged shut. Standing for a while naked in the doorway, her knees knocking against one another, Kathy finally moved to one corner and huddled in a ball. It was so cold and damp. Her teeth began to chatter. How long had she been in here? It seemed like hours.
Footsteps again! Kathy tensed, pressing her back against the slimy flagstones, her toes curling against the stone floor. As the door opened, she caught sight of Mother Superior again, still dressed in that obscene leather outfit. She paused in the doorway for a moment, then shut it with a loud bang that made the girl jump.
"Mother...."
"In here, I don't expect to be called by my public name," the nun said, pushing back her mane of black hair and tilting her chin up slightly. "You may call me Celine. It's a name I thought of while putting together this program of discipline. It rather fits my role, don't you think?"
Kathy found herself fascinated by the way Celine dressed. Her long thighs were lovely, enhanced by those leather briefs. For a moment the girl thought she could see the flesh tightening around where her cunt was, as if she were growing excited by the girl's nudity.
"I don't know what to think!"
"Good!" Celine said, her face brightening for a moment. "Another good start. You might prove to be a prize pupil and teach someone like Eve how to act. Now, we begin your first lesson. Over there-by the wall. Lie on the bench."
Kathy knew it was impossible to argue here. Keeping her head lowered, she walked to the four-foot wooden bench. There were three sets of half-inch brown leather straps bolted to the frame of the bench, now laying unused on the floor. There were scratches and nicks of all sorts on the surface.
"That's it. I want you to he with your head away from the wall. Raise your legs in a spread-eagle position. For a girl of your disposition, that should be easy enough to do."
Again Kathy wanted to proclaim her innocence. But doing so, she knew, would only bring another slap. Submitting mutely, she lay down, her head dangling over one end of the bench while she straightened her legs and raised them in a broad V. It was at this point she realized there were two cuffs attached to the flagstone wall by several links of chain that hung about the level her ankles were at present.
Mother Superior moved slowly to her ankles, taking one foot in both hands and caressing the arch softly. Kathy's breath grew shallow, her cunt starting to feel that hot, tight, swarmy feeling she head felt when Bobby had touched her in the theater.
"You're a very lovely girl, Kathy. It's easy to see why you've come so close to falling prey to the boys around you."
Celine opened the cuffs, then tightened one around the girl's right ankle. Moving around the bench, she did the same to Kathy's other leg, affixing the girl's feet to the dangling restraints.
"Now we make certain you remain quiet through our first session."
Celine worked quickly now, appearing to be a little breathless as she slipped one strap just below Kathy's ribcage, noting with pleasure the marks still there from the ropes Sister Baptriste had applied. Kathy's wrists were next, drawn down and fastened to one of the bench's legs. Again she was helpless, her tits like two large fleshy mountains with red, stiff peaks.
"Now, we do so something to ease your discomfort," Mother Superior said, putting one hand on Kathy's cunt and rubbing the cuntlips against one another.
Kathy gasped. She felt the slick rubbing of her swelling cuntlips, the gentle touch of Mother's fingers against her clit. A shiver raced up her spine as she let her head fall back, her long blonde hair sweeping over the filthy floor. She closed her eyes, afraid of the feelings she might show to the nun.
"Yes, you're very hot down there, Kathy. I can feel your cunt warming to the touch," Celine observed, her eyes narrowing. "I see we have much work to do."
Celine disappeared from Kathy's view of vision for a moment. The girl lay there quietly, listening to the woman rummaging around behind her. When the nun returned, she saw her holding something very long and thick. It aws man's cock! And so big! She had seen pictures of hard cocks in all those dumb sex education books. But no man had had anything this big between his legs! It had to be at least ten inches long and two inches thick.
"You've never seen a dildo, I assume," Celine said, examining the instrument lovingly. There were small metal studs throughout the piece, wires dangling from the end. "Women use these when men aren't around-or when the men they have simply aren't very good at satisfying them. This one, however, is special." Celine smoothed her fingertips up and down over the pink plastic skin. "This one's attached to a portable generator over there. These studs become very-well, how should I say it? Activated ... when the right button's pushed. Do you follow me, dear?"
Kathy's brain froze with terror. She was going to get fucked with that thing! Karthy arched her spine against the rough wood, feeling the splinters cutting into her back.
Mother Superior smiled. "I see you've managed to put this together. Good! You're brighter than many we've brought in here."
Mother Superior untangled the black and red wires, straightening them, then moved back to a small box inserted into a niche in the wall. Always watching Kathy, the nun attached the wires to the generator's side, then moved back until she was next to the bound, helpless girl once more.
Kathy tensed her thighs. She could see the legbands of those leather shorts Celine wore. They were slick now, wet with something!
Groaning, the girl knew very well what was happening. Mother Superior was becoming aroused, her cunt juicing as she prepared the girl for this horror.
"Now. Perhaps this will be a better fuck than what you received in the theater," Celine said, bending slightly at the waist and holding the specialized dildo.
Kathy jerked her head up, staring over her jutting stiff-nippled tits. Celine's head was even with her knees. She was staring intently at Kathy's pussy, a thin smile across her lips. When the girl felt something brushing across the feather-soft blonde hairs protecting her cunt, she cringed.
Celine's smile only broadened. She pushed the dildo forward, the thick, cold cockhead pushing the girl's cuntlips apart. Kathy threw back her head, her jaw slackening as she felt that horrible plastic cock twisting into her pussy like a giant screw! Nothing larger than her own finger or Bobby's had ever slipped past her outer cuntlips. And now that fat, long thing was fucking into her. Half horrified, half overjoyed, Kathy twisted her body against the wooden bench, pressing up hard against the restraining leather straps that kept her arms and hands in check.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Mother Superior paused for a moment, having just shoved the cockhead past Kathy's inner cuntlips. The young girl opened her mouth, gulping in air. That thing, that big, awful prick was fucking into her, shoving aside the squiggly wet membranes of her cunt. When Celine began pushing the dildo in farther, Kathy tensed, her eyes wide with dismay. Her cherry! She was going to lose her cherry now to this wild woman and that dildo.
"No, no more, no more!" she sobbed, shaking her head while hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What's wrong, Kathy? Isn't this dildo enough for you? Was the boy's cock more exciting?"
Kathy's fingernails clawed the wooden bench. That long thick dildo had spread her cunt walls so far apart she thought she would tear in half. Her belly swelled even more as she puffed out heavy breaths. Her mind was spinning about when the girl felt that dildo touching her cherry.
Mother Superior stopped, her forehead wrinkling in momentary surprise. She twisted the dildo again.
"So, we were wrong," Celine said, clucking her tongue. "You are a virgin. Then, we've stepped in just in time to save you from losing your virginity unnecessarily."
Mother Superior twisted the dildo again, making certain the studded sides touched Kathy's clit. The girl shivered as she found herself licking her dry lips. Her throbbing, wet, satiny cunt convulsed, the muscles cinching tight around that plastic prick and holding on tightly. Mother Superior noticed the grip and smiled.
"You may be a virgin. But God in heaven only knows, you're ready to be plucked. How fortunate you've come to us for your early training."
"Training?"
"Yes, dear, training. That's what we emphasize here. And I feel you'll be our star pupil."
The older woman stepped back, leaving her grip of the dildo for a moment. Kathy was shamed by the way she was reacting to this violent fucking. She could feel her pussy milking that thing, actually gripping and squeezing while the flanged head pressed against her cherry! Kathy struggled against the leather straps holding her to the table.
"Now, look at me, Kathy. Look at me."
The girl blinked her eyes and stared at the woman, now completely naked in front of her.
She could see those angry red cuntlips through the thick bush of black cuntal hair covering her crotch. She should have been repulsed by the sight. The moist hairs, the slick cuntlips, everything indicated the woman had renounced her vows as a nun long ago and had given herself over to this kind of depravity. But the young teenager could only groan, lurching her hips and wishing Mother Superior would touch and screw that dildo around in her cunt once again.
"Now, let's prepare you to take this cock all the way."
"No, no, you'll kill me with it! You will, oh, God, no, no, no!"
Kathy gritted her teeth, feeling Mother withdraw the long pink thing for a moment. She felt the deliciously ticklish sensation of her cuntal walls shrinking back together directly behind the retreating cockhead. Placing the dildo carefully on the floor for the moment, the senior nun bent forward, putting both hands on either of Kathy's raised, spread thighs. In a moment, the girl could feel Celine's breath rustling through her blonde pussyhairs. There was nothing she could do. The nun had her spread and helpless.
"No, don't do this!"
Her chest tightened as she felt the older woman's tongue touch her asscheeks lightly. Kathy tensed her asscheeks as that tongue lapped up into her asscrack, touching her shitter for just a horrifying instant. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. And now it was happening, the nun licking her tongue up and down her ass. The girl could feel hands moving down her asscheeks, the fingers curling, rolling her back and spreading her ass even more for her tongue.
"Uhhhhh ... oh no, Mother, Mother, you're defiling me! Oh God, don't, not here, not you...."
The only answer she received was a muffled groan from between her splayed thighs. Celine was ricking her tongue up to her pussy. The moment she felt the nun's lips touching her clit, Kathy let out a hoarse cry. She jerked her hips away from that warm, wet, licking thing. But the straps held firmly, groaning from the tension.
"Yes, Kathy, you're enjoying this like the bitch you are. You are a little slut, loving the touch of my mouth against your cunt, isn't that right?"
Kathy couldn't answer the filthy question without damning herself. She groaned, feeling the hot juices of her cunt seeping from her fur-edged pussy slit. Again the girl tensed her arms against the restraining leather straps, enjoying that tugging sensation against her flesh. She was moving her thighs now as much as she could knowing it was Mother Superior's tongue lapping around her soppy pussy that was making her shudder and thrash.
If only she could keep her mind under control. But, each time Mother Superior's tongue lapped into her cunt, the girl felt herself flying up from that bench which hurt her back so! And each time the older nun touched her clit with the tip of her tongue, Kathy jerked her legs back, unable to move them much because of the leather cuffs holding her soles nearly flat against the wall. And then Kathy felt Mother Superior drawing the tip of her tongue slowly, maddeningly, teasingly, along the rubbery, tense rim of her pussy. She was barely touching the hot, dark pink flesh.
Kathy stiffened.
"That young boy must have been a fool not to have gone all the way with you, Kathy-all the way as I will."
"Nooooo! It's a he! This whole place is a he! Oh God in heaven, help me!"
Mother Superior slapped Kathy for her impertinent declaration, then moved back to her pussy and scoured each steamy, wet cuntal hollow with her tongue. Kathy smarted from the sharp stinging pain of the slap. But she had to move her hips, fucking back at that lapping tongue that was doing such strange things to her. In a moment, she could feel something very hot and wet dribbling from her cuntal hole. She knew it was a mixture of her juices and Mother Superior's spittle. When the nun snaked her tongue into her pussy, sucking at the same time, Kathy came unglued. She thought she would climax right in the woman's mouth.
"Uhhhh ... cummmmmmmm!"
"No, dear, not yet."
Mother Superior dropped back. Kathy was breathing hard, feeling as if someone had just set fire to her cunt. A spasm rocketed through her cunt and nipped hard at her clit. The girl jerked her legs, goosepimples breaking out on her inner thighs. She was wet-very wet and hot, the wettest and hottest she had ever been in her whole life!
"I see you're ready for your introduction into the world, Kathy. This will be a moment I'm sure you'll remember ... all your adult life," Mother Superior said, bending at the waist and picking up the dildo once more.
Kathy eyed it, too excited, too aroused to protest. It was going to happen. She was going to be fucked-and fucked by that long, pink pole with the metal studs!
CHAPTER THREE
"Yaghghghhhhhh!"
Kathy arched her spine, snapping her head from left to right. The pain she felt between her spread legs was horrible! Nothing had ever made her feel anything like that. She sobbed, her breath catching, her chest hurting as that awful hot, piercing agony continued.
The words burned into her brain. Then there was another bolt of terrible pain. Kathy could feel something tearing inside her. Her cherry!
Yes, Mother Superior was tearing her cherry, ripping it from its anchorage with that long pink dildo!
"Yhgaaghghghhhhhh!"
There! It was over! Looking tearfully up at the sadistic woman, Kathy felt the plastic cock squeezing through her pussy, delving down, down into the hot, secret depths of her cunt. More inches of that dildo pushed into her.
"Oooooooo!"
Kathy dropped back down against the bench. She opened and closed her fist, clawing her fingers against the splintery wood. Sister had stopped fucking her with that awful dildo. How could she push in any more? Every last part of her cunt seemed filled to the hilt with that thing.
Kathy gulped in more air. She wriggled her ass against the bench. She had wondered what it would like being fucked-now she knew. It was so strange having something foreign pushing aside her cuntal tissues, simmering in the heat of her violated cunt.
"Uhhh ... take it out! Oh, Mother, please, please, take it out in the name of God!"
Celine smiled. "You don't really want it out at all, do you dear? You enjoy being fucked. I could see it in your eyes. You were born to fucking."
"No! No!"
Kathy pulled her legs back, jiggling the chains binding her ankles to the wall. She wanted to shout that Mother was wrong. She was a good girl, a decent girl. But then Celine began moving the dildo back and forth in a slow fucking movement. Kathy groaned, clenching her fingers into two tight fists until her nails bit into her palms. It was good, very, very good to feel that sliding, slippery movement of the plastic dildo against her injured cuntal walls.
Kathy bit her pouty lower Up, trying to keep from showing the delight that was slowly building between her thighs. But when Mother slid the plastic prick all the way out and Kathy felt her cuntal walls buckling with the resulting ticklish heat, she had to let out a long, low moan.
"There! See? I told you, you would be enjoying this soon! Fucking is wonderful! It's God's plan."
Kathy wished she could have rolled her ass around on the bench more. She wanted to move! Being tied up like this, feeling the leather restraining her arms and chest, the girl became more and more aroused. And all those little metal bumps studding the outside skin of the dildo were tickling her sensitive cuntal nerve endings more and more. Kathy growled, prancing her ass, tensing it, wanting more sensation in her pussy. Mother's fucking was melting all that reserve and self-consciousness away from her. All she cared about was the feeling, the hot, tight, delicious feeling of being fucked, and fucked hard by that pink prick! "Mmmmmm!"
Mother Superior moved the dildo halfway out, then tilted it up, making sure the instrument rubbed continuously against the girl's clit.
Kathy thrashed as much as she could against the leather bonds, her thighs muscles ridging against her flesh while pussy juice seeped from her cunthole and dribbled down into her asscrack. Never would she have believed such pleasure could be gotten from fucking!
Kathy moaned more loudly, arching her spine once again and wallowing her shoulders against the splintery wood of the bench. Her cuntal muscles were tightening again, cinching down on that fucking dildo as if it were a prick. Mother Superior smiled at her novice's reaction, taking the dildo and fucking it down into Kathy's cunt all the way. The girl's eyes widened, her face showing extreme shock and delight while a whooshing sound escaped from her lips.
"You're ready for more, dear. You're close to cumming. And I can't have something like that happening-not until you've tasted the price for your pleasure."
"Oh, ohhhhh ... the price?"
Mother Superior kept the dildo all the way inside Kathy's pussy, watching with obvious pleasure the way the girl's cuntal muscles still milked at the stiff fuck rod.
"The world is always like that, dear. And now you're going to find out just how it is with your particular pleasure."
Celine fucked the dildo in and out a few more times, bringing out more groans of delight from the girl. Kathy raised her head when the fucking movements stopped. Mother Superior had gone to the gray box and flipped on a switch. Immediately a low hum filled the room. Kathy's breath stopped. The generator. Those studs in the dildo! It came back to her now. The dildo was connected to that thing. At the flick of a switch, Mother Superior could send jolts of electricity into her cunt.
"Nooooo!"
"We'll start slowly, then work our way up."
Kathy turned her head, watching as Celine's slender fingers curled around a small black dial. Just above was a lighted plastic window with a needle that pulsed regularly at the low end. There was no sensation yet, nothing more than the stretching, tingly sensation the dildo created naturally from its weight and girth.
"Now."
"Uhhh!"
There was a sharp, warm, biting sensation around her clit. Kathy's knees jerked, making the chains around her ankles rattle. Kathy let out a long, low groan. But there was something else there besides pain and fear, something that surprised even her. The pain was somehow mixed with a definite sensation of pleasure, of delight. It was something that wasn't lost on Mother Superior.
"You've learned quickly, Kathy. The pain isn't so bad, if we can get some pleasure from it."
"No, no, this is unholy," Kathy groaned. Mother frowned.
"Let me worry about that, dear. For that remark, another notch higher."
"No!"
It was too late. Mother Superior turned the dial and sent yet more voltage into the girl's cunt. Kathy felt her pussy muscles cramping, relaxing, then cramping again. She growled low in her throat, trying to draw her knees together while her sphincter snapped shut. More electricity was surging in her, making her nipples harder, more tingly. The muscles in her belly were starting to knot up while her legs tensed so hard they ached.
Kathy groaned, humping her ass against the wooden bench and feeling that piece of furniture moving under her. There was something else happening as well, that something being her clit twitching and pulsing angrily as the dildo sparked inside her pussy.
It was like having a fist slapping her across her tits, ass and cunt. Her shitter recoiled while a fist of air burst from her pussy, making the dildo bob around. Kathy was suddenly worried about losing control of her bodily functions as more and more voltage penetrated her body. She wondered if she would shit and piss as Mother threw more and more voltage into her pussy.
The nun seemed to read her mind. Mother Superior turned the dial yet higher, making sparks nearly fly from the dildo into the soft, wet pink flesh of Kathy's pussy. The girl was going wild, thrashing and kicking as much as she could while her clit went into spasms. She could no longer control herself. The teenager felt her cuntal muscles snapping shut around the fucking dildo, gripping it so hard and with so much strength Kathy nearly fainted from the effort. It was the hot, stinging bite of the electricity that kept her conscious. And when Mother cranked the switch another notch higher, the girl felt as if a car had struck her.
Her tits flopped together wetly while diamonds of spit stood on her lips. Kathy thought she could smell something burning. Her cunt! That electricity was setting fire to her cunt! She wanted to cry out, to beg the nun to stop this insanity before she was ruined for life. "Nooooooo!"
Another notch higher. Kathy's head felt as if it were exploding with the agony ripping at her cunt. The voltage was making her cum. Oh yes, yes, the young teenager felt her climax showering through her pussy, making her clit rigid and hot and throbbing!
Kathy couldn't stand the pain any longer. A giant beast seemed to be stalking around inside her, tearing at her pussy, her belly, her asshole. She strained upward against the groaning leather restraints. Her forehead wrinkled as she let out shout after shout of agony. There was laughter in the air. Mother Superior? The girl looked around. Yes, Celine was laughing, her mouth opened wide as more and more voltage seared through Kathy's cunt.
Mother's fingers were again on the dial. Kathy felt the next flick of the wheel would surely kill her. Then Mother did it, turning the dial, sending yet more sparks into her pussy. Kathy screamed. It was as if someone had sliced her clit with a rusty knife! Another orgasm shot through her, making her shudder and squirm against the bench. Her throat was growing hoarse. She could feel the bench moving around under her from the violent thrashing of her body. The blonde teenager screamed again, her body a serpent on the splintery bench.
"And yet, another notch higher."
No more! Dear God, no more! Kathy had hoped she would surely pass out from the pain. But somehow she remained conscious, jerking against the leather. Spit frothed at the corners of her lips while her toes curled until they cramped,. That awful dildo was bouncing around inside her cunt, it seemed, chugging back and forth, fucking her until she was cumming her brains out. That electricity! Oh, how it added to the feeling of being fucked, really fucked by something long and thick and hard.
A massive climax exploded in her cunt, making the red, aching cunt labes snap shut on the dildo. Kathy thought she had snapped that fat thing in half with the power of her convulsing cuntal muscles! Her asscheeks shivered and bounced against the bench while her tits slapped wildly together. Her body was one cumming organ, a convulsing pussy as the voltage burned into her cunt and mind.
Mother Superior watched, then with a rapid hand movement shut the generator down. Kathy slumped with a groan against the bench, her head dangling over the end as if she had just been shot. For a moment she felt so empty, so deserted. Then the girl realized the dildo was still in her, still fucked all the way into her pussy.
"You've taken pleasure, Kathy, even from the pain I've inflicted on you. There's a valuable lesson in that you shall later understand. Right now, you'll give me the same pleasure you've received."
Kathy shook her head, her mind still rattled from the painful electrocution. The dildo! She felt Mother pulling it from her cunt.
"No, don't...."
Kathy jerked her head up, her eyes wide, expressing the desperation she felt when the big fuck rod slipped from her cunt. The pussy muscles convulsed at that withdrawal. Her legs jerked against the chains holding them to the stones.
"As I ate your pussy, you'll eat mine, Kathy."
"No! No, that's ... that's an abomination," Kathy said?
Sister only laughed at her childish outcry, stepping around to the foot of the bench until both of her creamy thighs were poised on either side of the frightened girl's head. Looking up, Kathy could see those black curly hairs up close, small drops of juice formed on some of them. Sister's cunt looked very hot. When Kathy inhaled sharply, she could smell something-the odor of a woman's aroused pussy! She jerked her head back, her fingers working against the bench.
"Eat my cunt."
"No!"
Mother Superior laughed again, bending her knees slightly, then more until the cuntal hairs brushed against Kathy's nose. The girl turned her head, stifling a sneeze.
"Stop it. Oh God, please stop it! Women aren't supposed to do this!"
Celine bent her knees farther, dropping her cunt until the full, swollen hot cuntlips were pressed against Kathy's cheek. The girl groaned, feeling the moist heat against her flesh. Mother Superior was rubbing her pussy back and forth, leaning forward and touching her nipples with both hands.
Kathy liked the soothing sensation of those slender fingers rubbing over her turgid nipples. How Mother soothed her with that movment, at times pinching the rubber tit tips until Kathy jerked.
"Lick me, Kathy. Stick your tongue up there and lick me good and deep!"
At the same time Mother Superior gave this command, she moved her hands back from the girl's tits, sliding them until she braced Kathy's head between her palms. She steadied the girl, bending her knees a little more while letting her head falls back. She was hunching hard into Kathy's mouth now, fucking her face, rubbing her clit against the girl's front teeth.
Kathy knew she should be feeling shame, horror at what she was doing. But instead of the guilt, instead of even feeling numb, the young blonde felt the same kind of hot arousal that had plagued her during the dildo torture. Kathy found herself sticking her tongue between those hot, plump pussy lips as hard as she could. Suddenly she was possessed by an urge to please Mother. She squirmed her taut little ass against the bench again, her cunt on fire, the muscles tensing as if she were going to be fucked again!
Mother Superior bent forward, bracing herself against the bench. In a moment, Kathy felt the woman's lips pressed in a long, wet kiss against her cuntlips. Her thighs ridged once more while fires of incredible goodness licked up her legs and into her pussy.
Kathy felt Mother's lips pressing against her clit, even sucking at the tiny nub to increase the sensations of delight sparking from it. She couldn't stop herself. She was wallowing in her own shame, her own delight. Just at the point when she thought she was going to cum, she felt Mother Superior move one hand down, down to her hips until it was cupping her asscheek. In another second she felt the index finger sliding along her sweat-greased asscrack until the tip was poking against her shitter! No! Oh, God! She was going to be finger-fucked in her asshole by Mother!
The nun stabbed her ass deep with that finger, sliding it in to the second joint. Kathy let out a low growl, that sound and its vibrations setting Mother off. The older woman let out a shriek, then fell on top of the girl. Kathy came apart. That tongue seemed to be all over her body, sticking into her pussy, licking into her cunt, lapping at her nipples! And how that finger added to the hot spice stinging her clit again and again! Mother held her pussy there, pressed hard against the girl's mouth, those wet pussy labes convulsing against the girl's tongue. They lay in that sixty-nine position for several moments, each woman climaxing violently in the other's sucking mouth.
It was some time before Mother Superior rose, sliding her still-pulsing pussy from the girl's lips.
"You've done well for yourself this time, dear. We'll see how you progress. Tomorrow will be a true test for you. We'll make sure you get plenty of sleep."
Kathy shuddered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy had been taken down from the bench, her wrists still hurting from the half-inch line that had restrained her during her torture. Mother Superior had directed two clothed nuns to take the moaning girl away. She could hardly move. Both women had to drag the teenager down the corridor, her head lolling from side to side. There were times Kathy thought she could hear cries coming from various parts of the building.
"In here. This is where you'll stay for the time being," one nun said.
Strong hands pushed her forward through a narrow doorway. Kathy stumbled, stretching her hands outward for balance. Her feet tangled with one another, pitching her headlong to the floor.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Collapsing in a crumpled heap, the girl cringed when the solid iron door banged shut behind her. Alone. Finally alone. She curled into a fetal position, breaking into uncontrollable sobs finally. How she had enjoyed the pain and humiliation Mother Superior had inflicted on her! Lying there on the floor, feeling the cold of the flagstones against her flesh, Kathy thought of her home, and she sobbed once more.
Kathy lay on the floor for several more minutes, then picked herself from the flagstones and looked about the room. It was tiny-perhaps six feet by four feet with a ceiling that seemed to press against her head. Only a small iron-framed bed occupied the small space. The moth-eaten mattress was covered with a clean white sheet and a coarse blue woolen blanket.
Kathy sat on the creaking bed, drawing the blanket about her shoulders. Slouching forward, the young girl thought of the torment she had endured-the pussy-licking, the sensation of having her cunt lapped by the nun, and most of all the feeling of that dildo fucking through her cherry while all that voltage ripped through her body.
Shuffling sounds outside the door brought her to her senses. Gathering the coarse material around her throat, Kathy tensed, waiting for the door to open.
"You've rested? Good. It's time to go to the chapel."
Nuns always said their evening prayers, although she thought it was somewhat early for this ceremony. Shrugging, Kathy pulled the blanket around her more tightly, aware that the summoning nun wouldn't give her any more clothing.
"Ahead of me. You're not to be trusted yet," she said, glaring through her steel-rimmed spectacles.
Kathy moved ahead, looking for any other signs of young women about. Nothing. They moved back through the labyrinth of corridors until they came to the sacristy. Kathy could smell the sweet odor of burning wax.
"Inside."
She stepped into the darkened room, the odor of burning candles becoming stronger. It was very quiet. Kathy was immediately aware that the young nun escorting her had disappeared. She stood there in the small alcove, her eyes wandering over the pews before her, the small altar, the crucifix dominating the scene with a tortured and yet somewhat serene Christ-figure looking down at her. "Oh, God!"
"An appropriate comment, considering the area."
Kathy nearly jumped from her skin. She looked around wildly, trying to find out where the deep masculine voice had come from. There in the shadows, she caught sight of movement. She drew the blanket more tightly around her tits.
"There, there, Kathy. I'm not going to hurt you ... much. At least, not until you've shown yourself to be a problem. And from what Celine-uh, Mother Superior has told me, you're doing quite well for a beginner."
There was a cynicism in that voice that made her tremble. Kathy narrowed her eyes, staring through the smoke-filled darkness. She could see a large man walking toward her, his swaggering gait indicating animal assurance of himself. Behind him were two more men, somewhat smaller than him. When he stepped into the light, Kathy drew back, her eyes widening. Priest! Three of them, standing there under the crucifix with more than religion on their minds.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. We're simply going to continue with your ... uh, training. I'm Father Reilly, the confessor for the nuns here at the school. This is Father O'Conner and Father Manzoni, my assistants. We're specialists here, Kathy. We make sure Mother's work continues at its usual high degree of success."
"Work? This is a prison! You're all ... crazy, or something, I don't know," she sobbed, drawing back.
"Tie her to the altar. Mother has prepared her well. Now it's time for the girl to advance."
Kathy watched in horror as the two young priests approached her. Father O'Conner was first, tearing the robe from her shoulders and flinging it over one of the nearby pews. Kathy clasped her hands around her tits and cunt, bending over, trying in vain to hide her nakedness. Father Reilly laughed at her modesty.
"I know what you've done with Mother. Licking her cunt isn't the action of a modest girl. You've been fucked by Celine's electronic dildo. Now you're going to see what it's like to be fucked by a man."
"No, no!"
She struggled, pulling and tugging at the hands dragging her from the alcove to the altar, Kathy looked tearfully up at the crucifix, feeling the backs of her legs striking the altar. Her ass rubbed against the cold marble. The altar glowed with candles. The atmosphere around her seemed to be growing warmer as the men shoved her cruelly once more against the small altar.
Father Reilly stepped forward. "Now, little bitch, enjoy."
He was a handsome man in his mid-forties, his close-cropped black hair accenting his high cheekbones. His thick, sensuous lips curled into an evil smile.
"Uhhhhh!"
"The little bitch is still ashamed," Father Reilly noted as the two other priests tied her to the smooth, cold marble. They commented slyly about her pussy, Father O'Conner running his hands up to her pussy. Kathy shivered at the touch. Revealing a broad smile, he curled his fingers and tugged at her blonde cuntal hairs.
Kathy screamed, the tearing agony making her body shake against the altar. Her cries bounced off the walls while her ass pranced and jiggled against the altar. He yanked again, tugging the blonde curls until several of them ripped from her cunt flesh.
"She's ready, Father."
"Tie her feet, then leave us alone."
The two priests did his bidding. Climbing to the altar's surface, they dragged the girl up. They threw her body against the cross, her spine pressing against the brown plaster cast of the crucified Jesus. She felt his knees against the backs of her legs, his chin and nose rubbing against her neck. The priests only laughed at her horror, looping half-inch line around both wrists and binding them crucifixion-style around the statue's hands in double slipknots.
"Oh no, no! What are you doing?"
The girl's horror increased when Father Manzoni bent over, binding her ankles with a small piece of black leather to the statue's punctured feet.
"Mother would be pleased at this. A shame she's busy with another novitiate."
Kathy whimpered, twisting against the ropes pinning her to the crucifix. She was going to be shamed here, degraded on the altar, sacrificed like some kind of obscene lamb. She watched as the two young priests looked at her one more time, then bowed their heads in obedience toward Father Reilly. They withdrew, shutting the main door with a dull thud. Father Reilly began removing his collar, loosening his cassock, all the time never taking his eyes from the helpless, bound girl.
Kathy shuddered. "Please, let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about this ... ever!"
"There's no need to worry, Kathy. When we've finished with your training, you won't even think of speaking of the methods we've used here at Saint Timothy's."
He slipped his black garment off. Kathy saw an extremely well-built, handsome man before her. The long, jutting protrusion pressing against the front of his white Jockey shorts told the girl this ordeal would be no less difficult than the one suffered with Mother Superior.
"No!"
Her protest was barely a whisper as Father Reilly stepped up to the altar, admiring the way his priests had bound her to the cross. He smoothed the back of his right hand up her inner thighs, letting his knuckles barely touch the bottoms of her cuntlips. Kathy shivered again, but this time not from horror. Arousal. Sexual excitement. She rubbed her ass against what she guessed was the crotch of the Christ, feeling the hot swarmy feeling in her pussy. The tearing of her cunt hairs from her pussy had only aroused her more. Biting her lower Up, Kathy stared down at the handsome, hung priest.
"You've got a pretty cunt, and the hairs that cover it are soft. Very soft. Apparently Father O'Conner thought that too when he snatched some out. Too bad. But I see it hasn't done any permanent damage," Father Reilly said, closely examining her pussy.
Kathy cringed. She could feel his hot breath against her cunt. She tried drawing her knees together protectively, but could only think of having him touch her cunt with his tongue the way Mother had! What a vile slut I am, the girl thought as she hung there.
"What a shame it would be if something were to happen to that cunt. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you, Kathy?"
The girl looked into his blue eyes. There was something evil there, something that made her shudder for the safety of her soul.
"I didn't think so. But perhaps the best way to teach you obedience is to show you what awaits the disobedient one," Father said, reaching over her head to the right and pulling a twelve-inch candle from its brass holder.
Kathy's eyes rolled up, squinting, watching what the depraved priest was doing.
"You see how warm the candle is. The fire could scar you for life ... anywhere on your body," he said, his voice calm, even as he brought the flame up to her nose.
Kathy drew her head back, rubbing her neck against the Christ's chin. The warmth was almost pleasant. But an inch closer and Kathy knew she would be feeling it far more intensely. The smell of the burning wax almost made her sneeze. Father's smile broadened as he adjusted his standing position on the altar.
"There. Now you can feel warmth of the fire."
The flame was nearly touching her cheek. She whimpered once again, her heart beating rapidly while her fingers clenched and unclenched. Terror made her shiver uncontrollably as the fire flickered menacingly in front of her eyes.
"Don't worry. I won't blind you. It would serve no purpose. What I have in mind is far more instructive."
He bent down, his feet sliding back. Kathy felt the fire moving down, down, past her hard nipples, over her belly, nearly singeing the barely visible blonde fuzz covering her tummy. In a moment she felt the burning candle settling between her spread thighs.
"Uhhhhh!"
"There, Kathy. Now you know what's going to happen, don't you? The heat you feel in your cunt's mixing with the heat from the candle."
"Don't burn me! Oh, God in heaven, don't let him burn me!" she shrieked.
Father Reilly moved the candle up. She could feel the heat lancing into her pussy. The melting tallow dripped onto her thighs, burning her flesh. Kathy jerked against the crucifix, banging the back of her head against the Christ until she thought she chipped some of the plaster from his face. Her clit was beginning to stiffen now, pushing up from its sheath and standing rigidly. When Father Reilly brought the candle up another inch, the girl felt her cunt recoil while her thighs tightened.
"Uhhhhh ... oh no, no, you're going to do it! Oh God, don't, don't hurt me!"
The girl snapped her head from side to side, her wrists rubbing against the rough rope. Father Reilly ignored her wild pleas and babbling. He passed the candle between her legs, purposely letting the fire barely touch her flesh. It was like being kissed with hot, fiery lips. Kathy jerked her body up against the plaster Jesus behind her, tugging against the bonds each time the fire singed her flesh. Peering down beyond her jutting tits, the teenager saw Father's cock was fully aroused now. The piss-slit of his shorts was partially opened from the tension behind it.
"Nooooooo!"
Kathy felt him singeing some of her pussy hairs now. She could smell the acrid aroma of the burned fuzz as it filled her nostrils. The odor stickened her. She made a face, grimacing as once again she tried to pry herself from the cross. "No, no, no!"
Father Reilly waved the burning candle an inch from her cunt. More melted wax dappled her cuntal thicket. He moved the flame a little closer, watching as the blonde hairs blackened then burned back to her cunt skin. Kathy twisted and sobbed while the flame licked at her outer pussy labes. The plaster Jesus behind her was rubbing hard against her back, hurting her spine as she struggled against the fire between her thighs.
"Now you'll learn obedience-the true meaning of it. Bit by bit, Kathy, it'll be burned into you the way the fire from this candle is burning into your cunt."
"Yaghghghghhhh!"
Father Reilly let the fire lick all the way into her pussy. The pain had nearly knocked the girl from her senses. The damage could have been much worse. But Kathy had been aroused, the juices flowing from her pussy putting out the candle with a hiss. Father looked at the extinguished pillar of wax and smiled.
"I can see what Mother means when she thinks you're one of the better students we've had so far at the school. We'll see if her assessment is correct."
Kathy watched as Father Reilly hooked his thumbs around his shorts, then tugged them down. His cock was nearly as thick and long as the dildo Mother had fucked her with. Kathy drew back against the cross, her lips moving in silent prayer as Father Reilly dropped his shorts to the tiled floor.
"Now, as I said before, you'll learn more about men and what we do here."
There were some adjustments to be made first. Keeping her bound to the cross, Father Reilly moved a portable candle holder between the girl's legs, lighting yet another candle and screwing it down so the flame flickered six inches from her spread-open cunt. Stepping down from the altar for a moment, he returned with two wooden chairs that had stood on either side of the main doors behind the pews. These he placed on either side of the alar, climbing on them and bending his knees until his cockhead was even with Kathy's mouth.
"Now, Kathy," he chided, "You mustn't vomit. I don't want you doing something that would make me very angry."
Kathy stared cross-eyed at the big cockhead that throbbed angrily in front of her. She could smell him, smell the arousal that fired his prick and balls. It was the same excitement that throbbed through her now.
"I'm going to make use of your mouth."
"No, don't...."
Kathy knew vaguely what he was going to do. She had heard some of the girls at school whispering about doing this-about giving head, as they called it. Their boyfriends were satisfied, and they didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.
"If you try anything, Kathy, I wouldn't hesitate pushing you down and having the candle burn your cunt. If you put that out, I'll light another-and another, and another until you finally submit to me. Do you understand?"
Kathy nodded, swallowing a lump of fear as she kept staring at his cock.
"Good. Now we start."
She watched as Father put both hands on either side of her head to steady her. When he told her to open her mouth, she did. He bent his knees a little more, bracing himself against her bound body. She felt his thumbs caressing her ears While the fat prickhead rested comfortably on her pouty lower Up. Below her, the fire burned, warming her already steamy pussy. As a spasm made her cuntal walls buckle once more, Father Reilly slipped his prick into her mouth.
She opened her mouth a little more, her jaws aching from being spread that far. He told her to draw back her teeth or he'd shove her down onto the candle. Kathy obeyed. Her ass rubbed up and down against the plaster Jesus while Father's prick slid back over her flattened tongue.
"Oh, that's it, Kathy. That's the way! I want you to move your tongue around now. Oh, yeah ... move that tongue over my prick. Pretend it's something you've wanted to eat for a long, long time, Kathy."
Kathy did as she was instructed, realizing that doing something like this wasn't as bad as she had thought. When Father shoved his prick in more, though, Kathy wondered if it were possible for a woman to choke on a man's cock.
"Tighter, Kathy. That's right, tighten it up, move that tongue around and tighten your mouth."
The weight of his cock scraped against the girl's bottom teeth. Soon she felt that fat cockhead rubbing against her tonsils. It was hard for her to breathe! Father tightened his grip of her head, ramming yet more of that fat, greasy hunk of prickmeat into her throat.
"Uhfhhfhfhhfffff!"
His cock rubbed along the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out. As he moved back and forth, forcing spittle out, her cunt throbbed in time to his pistoning fuck motions. Dropping one hand, Father reached for her right nipple, pinching it, slapping her, calling her all sorts of terrible names as his excitement began to peak.
"Miserable little slut!" he cried, his hands nearly crushing her skull like an egg. "You'll take my cum and suck it down and love it."
Kathy felt his balls pillowing against her chin. She tried not to gag. There was that strange taste, a bleachy, flat-tasting flavor that made her swallow more. Oh, he was going to cum in her mouth!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Uhhff! Uhhhhhfff!"
Father Reilly moved faster and faster, his prick banging against the back of her throat. Kathy swallowed the saliva when she could, his pre-cum mixing with it and coating her mouth. At times she could feel his prickhead nearly fucking down her throat while his balls slapped up against her chin.
"Oh yeah, Kathy. That's a good girl," Father said, slowing down for a moment.
Kathy swallowed again. He had stopped his wild pumping, letting his cock remain lodged in her mouth. Kathy felt his cock jerking. She tasted more of that flat-tasting cum oozing from his piss-slit. His heavy breathing matched hers. In a moment he would be dumping his load of jizz down her throat. She had to take it. Between her legs, the girl could still feel the warming sting of the candle as the flame flickered against her thighs.
"Soon, Kathy. Don't be impatient," Father said scornfully, rubbing his fingers against the sides of her skull. "You'll have your drink soon enough."
He was enjoying her degradation, her debasement, the way her lips stretched tightly, thinly around his cock. He pulled back slowly, watching her lips pucker out while her nostrils flared. The girl kept her eyelids shut as her forehead tightened with terror. When his cockhead was nearly all the way out of her mouth, Father fucked back in, shifting his thighs from side to side so his pricktip gouged the insides of her warm, wet mouth.
He was pushing her down! God in heaven, he was shoving her down by the shoulders, making the ropes tear at her wrists! As he pushed, Kathy could feel the heat from the candle intensifying. He wanted to burn her pussy while he dumped his load of spunk down her throat! He had lied to her! He was going to hurt while her while he shot, even though she had done everything he had said.
Kathy opened her eyes in horror, letting out choked gasps of horror. She could feel the thick, blue veins roping around his cock wriggling against her lips. It was as if she were eating worms or something. How his prick rubbed along the insides of her mouth. The brute force of his mouth-fucking made her grunt. Again Father fucked his cock all the way in. Kathy gagged, coughing, trying to suck air into her deflated lungs. When Father pushed her down so the flames licked the junction of her pussylips, Kathy let out a yowl.
"That's it, Kathy! You're learning quickly. You can accommodate anything if you try."
His voice was broken, breathless. He moved faster and faster. She swallowed harder, shutting her eyes. At times she felt his sweat dripping down onto her. The chairs scraped dangerously close to the edge of the altar as Father kept on fucking her mouth. Nothing mattered anymore, Kathy realized. The priest was going mad with desire, his fingers sliding and pressing along her face. At times he gouged her eyes with his thumbs, threatening to push them out.
And what was strange about the whole thing was that Kathy was starting to enjoy this. The fire touching her cunt at times, the feeling of having her mouth filled with prickmeat, the slapping of the priest's balls against her chin-it was having a pleasant effect on her.
"Gonna cum, Kathy. Oh, God, going...."
Father Reilly pushed her down even more, the ropes groaning at the pressure. The flame entered her pussy once again. Kathy screamed, the vibrations of her shriek sending the foul priest over the edge. His fingers tightened around her shoulders, bruising her flesh while his nails left small red marks in their stay. The flame kept licking hungrily along her cuntlips and burned more blonde hair. The stench of that singed flesh and hair filled her nose. But the fires in her cunt were stronger than those flickering from the candle. Her throat opened when the priest shouted he was cumming. She could feel the power of his body as his legs trembled against her face. The prick was bouncing around in her mouth, the cockhead pressed hard against the back of her throat. There would be no more time, no more moments of delay.
Kathy clenched her thighs as tightly as she could, hearing the flame hiss out. The candle and its supporting shaft tumbled with a clatter to the floor. Father Reilly shouted at her, slapping her again and again across the face while jabbing his prick into her mouth. The first hot jet of cum spattered against the back of her throat, choking her, making her gag. More and more rope-like spurts of jizz shot from his piss-slit, coating her throat with the slimy spunk.
"Damn you, you little fuckin' slut!" the priest cried.
But her screams were muffled against his cum-shooting prick. The heat in her cunt exploded, her pussy walls clamping down on nothing. The girl felt her cunt clench up against itself, the wet, slick cunt walls rubbing against one another as more and more jizz filled her mouth. Cum frothed around the fucking cock, dribbling down her chin while Father Reilly shot and shot and shot.
"Ohhhhh, Kathy!"
The priest had emptied his balls in her mouth. Kathy drank the last of his cum. When he pulled his cock out, she let out a little cry, licking at the spunk dribbling onto her lips and chin.
"You're a lovely little slut-standing there with cum dripping out of your mouth! Damn it. Your eyes are glazed, Kathy-and you're blushing like a whore with fever. Yes, you'll do well here at Saint Timothy's."
Kathy ignored his pride-stinging words. She could only shut her eyes and silenty beg God to forgive her for giving into this foul man.
"You're eager to learn more. That's good. We'll show you more, as a good teacher shows his prize pupil more," Father Reilly went on, climbing down off the chairs and setting them back down on the floor. He began untying her feet, dropping the rope at his feet. "I'll have the priests finish with you. Don't worry," he added, noticing the look of fear crossing her face. "They won't touch you-not without my permission. You've suffered enough for the day. Tomorrow will be another story."
He left her hanging there for the time being, slipping on his shorts, then robing himself once again with his cassock. By the time he had finished, Father Reilly looked like just another comforting priest.
Hypocrite! she thought, not daring give voice to her mind. Slumping against the cross behind her, Kathy watched as Father left the sacristy. In a moment the other two priests came in, climbing rudely on top of the altar and unbinding her wrists from the cross. Neither said a word. It was as if she were again in some weird dream. Only when Father O'Conner draped the coarse woolen blanket back over her shoulders did he say something.
"You've done well-performed like the trained bitch you are. Mother Superior will be pleaS-ed her priests are using her trained sluts to their purposes."
Kathy hurried past Father O'Conner, not daring to look the other priest in the eye. They unlocked the chapel door, escorting her without saying another word on the way to her cell. Once there the girl slumped onto the bed, digging her fingers into the filthy mattress. Her sobs shook the bed as the full horror of what she'd done fell upon her. Sleep came uneasily, her dreams filled with vivid images of Mother Superior mouth-fucking her with her cunt, of the candles burning her pussy flesh, of the horrid position Father Reilly had had her bound in, and of the feeling of being fucked in the mouth by the priest's cock....
She awoke with a start hours later. A loud banging sound filled her tiny cell, sending the girl nearly tumbling from her pitiful bed. Sitting there, her blanket tucked under her chin, Kathy heard that terrible sound once more. It was a terrible sound once more. It was a horrid, savage pounding against her cell.
"Help me! Oh God, don't, don't touch me again!"
It was Eve-or at least, Kathy thought it was. There were sounds of scuffling outside. Then the blonde teenager thought she heard someone covering the girl's mouth. There were muffled curses......
"Help! Oh God, get away, get away from me!"
"Shut up!"
Kathy jumped at the sound of a smack. The scuffling sounds stopped immediately. Leaving her bed, the girl tiptoed to the door, pressing her ear against a small crack. She heard the sound of something heavy being dragged away. They had done more than smack the fighting girl. So, this is what would happen if she were to disobey. Kathy went back to her bed, sickened by what she had heard. She fell asleep again.
When she awoke, Kathy found herself plunged in darkness. Her back and ankles and wrists ached from the ordeal she had been put through. Sitting up again, the young girl rubbed her legs, wondering what time it was. She was still a little tired and guessed it might be very early morning.
"Oh!"
Was that a scream echoing down the hall? More shuffling sounds coming toward her door put the girl on guard. There were those keys tinkling on the other side.
"Good morning, dear."
It was Mother Superior, now dressed in her full robe and wimple. The black-beaded rosary hung loosely from one side as she returned the keys to her right pocket. Sister Baptriste was just behind her.
"I trust you slept well? Father Reilly told me how well you behaved under his tutelage. I hope you do as well today. I enjoy it when one of our girls shows such progress."
"No! Don't touch me. I won't go out of here. You can't make me!" Kathy shouted, drawing her legs under her ass and tucking the blanket firmly under her chin. She felt sheer terror the moment the older woman walked into her cell. She was a shivering, hungry, cornered animal who had been horribly abused.
"I see our Kathy's turned a bit angry. Perhaps some food would make her feel better. Feed her. Then bring her to see me," Mother said coldly, turning and walking stiffly from the cell.
"You've offended Mother. You'll pay dearly for that," Sister Baptriste said, a cold smile on her face. "Now, up from that bed. Come on, up," she said, striking the girl's toes roughly with a clear plastic ruler.
Kathy winced. She was hungry, so hungry. The thought of getting any kind of food in her stomach was appealing-worth even risking Mother's wrath at a later hour. But fear kept her glued to her cot.
"You'll do as you're told, or what Mother Superior made you endure yesterday will be as an overture," Sister Baptriste said.
Kathy moved slowly, swinging her legs over the edge of her small iron cot and standing in front of Sister Baptriste. The nun backed away, indicating with a sharp gesture of one hand that she was to follow into the corridor. Hugging her blanket to her tits, Kathy shuffled through the doorway, feeling shabby and dirty. Sister took her roughly by the wrist, ignoring the girl's muted cry and dragging her down the hall, past Mother's office, then down another hall to a spot where Kathy could smell food cooking. She felt her mouth watering. Smacking her lips, she looked warily at Sister Baptriste, wondering when the nun would admit her to the dining hall.
"Give me your hands behind your back-come on, quickly if you want to eat."
The odor of cooking food was too great for her to resist. Meekly, the girl submitted, drawing her hands back and pressing them together. Sister bound the girl's hands. How the rope burned her already chafed wrists. Wincing, she stifled a cry as Sister secured the line, then took something long and black from her pocket. It appeared to be a dog collar.
"This will keep you in line. You haven't had food for some time now. There's no telling how you will react with decent people."
Kathy felt the nun slip the black-studded leather collar around her neck, attaching it with a hook snugly.
"Now, you may enter."
Sister Baptriste pushed open the door. There in front of her was a long wooden table, ten chairs on either side. Bowls of steaming breakfast food sat in the middle, catching Kathy's eye immediately. Moments later the girl noticed Father Reilly, Father O'Conner, and Father Manzoni sitting near the head of the table. The remainder of the seats were occupied by the nuns silently eating, their forks barely scraping the porcelain dishes. Eve and two other girls were cleaning the table, all of them naked, all of them wearing the same kind of dog collar she had on.
"This is the sign of obedience," Sister Baptriste said, tugging at Kathy's collar. "You'll wear this until you leave the school. Now, down on all fours if you want to eat."
Kathy felt herself shoved to the floor. Sister Baptriste was pulling something else from her pocket. A leash! She snapped a small brass buckle to a hook on the back of her collar, then moved forward, dragging the girl behind. Kathy had to crawl on her knees, the flesh scraping painfully across the concrete floor. Glancing up, she saw Eve staring at her. The girl had been beaten, it appeared to Kathy.
"Forward!"
Sister Baptriste pulled her along the length of the table, few of the nuns even glancing down at her. When they reached Father Manzoni, Sister Baptriste bowed her head, then nodded down at Kathy. Mother Superior sat at the head of the table.
"She's hungry," Sister Baptriste said.
Father Manzoni smiled, then glanced down at his shoes. "I think I may have walked through dog shit on the way over here. Perhaps Kathy would enjoy starting off with that kind of appetizer."
The girl shot a vile glance at the young priest. Dog shit!
"Lick his shoes, girl!" Mother Superior barked.
"See? I told you Mother would be angry and wouldn't stand up for you," Sister Baptriste hissed.
"Lick his ... oh no!"
Kathy heard the quiet room become more silent. She could feel eyes staring at her, see lips curling into smiles as she looked down at the priest's filthy shoes. She bent forward, her blonde hair sweeping over her ears and over her face. Was he joking? She paused, her mouth a few inches from the tops of his shoes. Father Manzoni reached down, pressing his fingertips against the back of her neck. "Lick!"
He pushed her face down roughly. Kathy grunted, her lips pillowing flat against the tops of his polished black shoes. He was rubbing her face back and forth now, pushing her nose against his laces, then shoving her lips back to the toe. i
"I said lick, bitch!"
"Uhhhh!"
Kathy stuck her tongue out, pulling it along the dirty outside edge of his shoe. There wasn't, thank God, the taste of shit or its smell. But the well was dirty. Kathy turned her head several times, tasting the dirt, feeling the grit work up between her teeth and over her tongue. More than once she felt the sour bile welling up in her throat. She swallowed it down, bobbing her head up and down. In a moment his leather was slick with her saliva. And still she continued to lick, drawing her flattened tongue over his dirty sole, then pushing it back to the heel. Father Manzoni watched her all the time, smiling when she finally spat out the vile mixture of filth and spit.
"Good, Kathy, good. Mother told me you were sharp with her earlier. You know what happens to girls who become sharp with Mother, or any of the nuns here, don't you?
Eve, come here." Father Manzoni beckoned, curling one finger at the trembling girl.
He had pushed Kathy back from the table a bit, still holding the leather leash firmly in one hand. Eve shuffled to Father, her eyes continually lowered.
"Eve has been somewhat recalcitrant lately. We've had to punish her severely. And more will happen, won't it, young lady?"
With that he picked up a knife and pressed the blade flatly against her cunt. Eve's eyes widened, her body stiffening at the cold, sharp touch. But she remained still, her toes curling against the concrete. Father rocked the blade back and forth, finally upending the handle and working the rounded end into the girl's pussy. Eve's knees trembled, knocking against one another as at least two inches of the knife entered her pussy.
Mother and the other nuns watched with interest. Kathy couldn't believe it. Eve, the outspoken one, the smart-mouthed girl, was trembling like a leaf now in front of the assembly. Father Manzoni worked the knife around in her cunt for a little while, slowly pulling it out, then smacking the girl loudly across the ass. Eve winced but said nothing, lowering her eyes and sighing with relief.
"Good girl, Eve. Now, finish cleaning the table. You know, Mother, you should feed your girls better. And wash them," Father Manzoni said, wrinkling his nose.
"I can take care of both, Father. Sisters, scrape your plates for her."
Immediately the nuns threw scraps of food on the floor, kicking them back for Kathy to eat. It was a mark of their contempt, a mark of her humiliation. But she was too hungry to be proud. Feeling the leash loosen around her throat, the girl scurried around the table, wolfing down the food she could scrape up with her lips, wishing she could use her hands. Even these scraps of food were good.
"Now, I have something special for dear Kathy before she gets her bath. Sister Baptriste, take her to training room three. I'll be there shortly."
Kathy groaned, chewing the last scrap of bread.
CHAPTER SIX
Kathy sat on a small three-legged stool. Above her was a large eye hook that had been driven securely into the low ceiling. From it a long thick brown rope hung, the end nearly touching the floor. Kathy was certain she would be hung from the ceiling in some obscene way. In a few moments Father Manzoni appeared, signaling Sister Baptriste to leave with a wave of his hand.
"Now, we're finally alone, Kathy," Father Manzoni said with a smile, rubbing his hands anxiously together. He moved to the rope and immediately began working with it.
Kathy watched with fascination as the priest twisted the rope around and around until it was obvious he was making a noose that was approximately level with her head. Was he going to hang her? Kathy began to rise from the stool, wondering if she could rush from the room and escape.
"The door's locked, Kathy. You should know that. Now, get back to the stool. There, that's a good girl."
Kathy sat back down, perspiration starting to glisten over her flesh. Father Manzoni finished with the rope, satisfied with his handiwork. Slipping it over her head, he adjusted it until Kathy had to tilt her chin all the way up and stretch her spine to keep from choking on the rough hemp. She kept her hands at her sides, her fingers gripping the rounded edges of the seat.
She watched as Father Manzoni unfastened his cassock, letting the black garment puddle around his feet. She saw him taking off his undershirt, then finally his Jockey shorts. She trembled. Although his cock was not as thick as Father Reilly's, it certainly was as long-perhaps longer. And his fat, low-riding balls promised much hot cum.
Kathy squirmed on the stool, feeling her cunt starting to warm in spite of her terror. A warm, fuzzy feeling concentrated between her thighs, making her flesh tickle maddeningly with arousal. Father Manzoni saw the change in her attitude and smiled approvingly.
"Good, you're aroused, hot already. Father Reilly said you had a hot pussy, although he preferred to fuck you in the mouth."
"Uhhhhh!"
"I prefer the more traditional way-with a twist. We're going to fuck, Kathy. But you're going to have the opportunity to get back at me-and at us for all your pain. You'll see what I mean in a while. But now...."
He pulled another seat over to her, his prick jutting out from between his hairy legs. Kathy could see the purple prickhead, the glistening drop of pre-cum that had squeezed up into his piss-slit. Her heart began to beat heavily.
Kathy felt his fingers gripping her slender thighs, raising her ass slightly off the seat as he ' pushed forward. She could feel his cockhead rubbing up against her cuntlips now. The muscles between her thighs ached while her clit spasmed in anticipation of the fuck. The moment the cockhead began working into her pussy, Kathy let out a gasp, her arms shuddering at the touch.
"You like having prick in your pussy, don't you?" Father Manzoni asked as he pushed down and fucked more of his cockmeat between her swollen cuntlips.
"Yes, ohhhh yes, yes, yes!"
Kathy couldn't deny the truth. It was apparent to anyone that she enjoyed fucking. Her ass squirmed while another inch of the priest's cock slipped between her cunt labes. As his cock fucked farther in, Kathy's cuntlips tightened, the rubbery rim of her pussy trapping Father Manzoni's prick tightly in her body.
"Uhhh ... you are a hot Utile bitch, Kathy. No wonder Father Reilly wants to fuck you later on tonight. You're going to be a prize pupil here at Saint Tim's."
The priest worked his body around so Kathy could feel his prick fucking in her better. The fat, spongy cockhead reamed out her tight little fuck tunnel, fucking farther and farther into her body.
Fucking. Fucking. Oh, it was so deliciously good feeling a warm, wet cock fucking into her! Kathy's legs twitched. In a spasm of lust, she found herself throwing her arms around Father Manzoni's shoulders, trying to draw him closer as if he were her lover. He laughed, his cock disappearing inch by thick, throbbing inch.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Kathy groaned hard as she felt her cunt being stretched tantalizingly open by that cockhead. "Ohhhh, yes, more, more!"
Her head pushed against the choking rope.
Kathy realized at this point she had to be careful or she would surely strangle herself.
"That's right, dear. Don't become too frisky or you'll choke. That's for later. Now we concentrate on the fucking. And that's nice and hot and fine, Kathy."
His voice was becoming more and more unsteady. His fingers sank into her soft thigh flesh while he picked her up from the stool and pulled her toward him. In a moment Kathy found herself astride him, riding his prick like a merry-go-round horse. Her thighs slapped against his as she sat down on his lap and felt his cock gouging up. He was filling her with prickmeat, stuffing her pussy with the hot, long greasy cock until she thought the cockhead would surely pop out of her mouth. It was heavenly! The only thing troubling her was the noose around her throat. It began tightening more and more, the more he fucked her. Bouncing the girl up and down on his prick, Father Manzoni seemed to forget about the choking rope nearly strangling the air from Kathy's lungs. The blonde teenager cried out, stretching her neck, trying to keep the rope free from her windpipe.
Kathy felt her cunt getting hotter and hotter as the priest fucked her hard. She pushed down, feeling her cuntal sheath nearly tearing loose from the pressure. Father Manzoni reached up with both hands, pinching her nipples, then kneading her tits roughly.
"Biggest, best tits I've seen around here in a long time. Fuck it out, baby. Come on, fuck it out, Kathy. Bounce on my prick!"
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Kathy was steaming hot. She couldn't stop moving. Each time that prickhead brushed over her clit, Kathy thought she could feel the sparks shooting into her pussy. It was wonderful having Father fuck her that way!
Father Manzoni smiled, cupping his hands under her tits and squeezing them. Kathy went wild, jerking from left to right, growling as the handsome stud priest fucked long and deep into her.
"Nice, Kathy, nice."
How wet she was! The girl heard the squishing sound of Father's prick plowing through her cunt, could feel the wetness of her cunt as juice sprayed out from her filled cunthole. She rocked her hips a little, feeling the long cockshaft pressing against first one side of her cunt, then the other. Several spasms made the girl's cunt cinch down around Father's prick, keeping it from fucking in any farther. Then the spasms passed and Kathy felt his prick sliding through the gushing, hot folds of her pussy.
Kathy felt her insides stretching out around the huge cockshaft. She tensed, waiting for that bulging prickhead to fuck all the way in. When she felt the bristling hairs of his crotch prickling her cut, Kathy let out a long, low moan. She was filled with prick-actually stuffed with cockmeat. It was so wonderfully good and strange having something that big inside her, stretching her pussy to the tearing point.
Opening her eyes, the girl found herself looking straight into Father Manzoni's face. Her heart skipped a beat. She had forgotten he was a priest. Now he was a vital, long-cocked stud, satisfying her, fucking her cunt with his prick while pinching and milking her nipples. Kathy felt her cunt cinching down on the priest's prick once again.
"You're close to cumming, aren't you?" he asked, slowly pulling his prick out.
"Ohhhhhhh, Father! When you pull it back like that ... real slow, it's ... God! It's like I'm dying. I know I'm gonna die ... oh, God!"
Kathy couldn't answer him. She felt as if she were on the brink, about ready to cum her brains out once again. The humiliation had somehow added something to this fucking delight. The collar, the noose, the memory of having licked the priest's shoes before having been dragged to this hideous room all made this fucking somehow wonderful. "Uhhhhhh!"
Kathy let her body bounce jerkily on the priest's thighs. Frothy bubbles of drool oozed from the corners of her lips as she felt herself slowly but steadily climbing toward sexual release. Her arms trembled against him, then fell to her sides as she wriggled atop Father Manzoni's lap. But now he was pulling out.
"I'm close too, Kathy, very close. Here."
He pulled all the way out, her cuntal muscles snapping wetly shut on thin air. Kathy let out a wail, her arms jerking out for the priest. She could see his prick-all long and red, the thick blue veins throbbing against his pink cock skin. And his cock was so wet-glistening with her pussy juices. How could he pull out like this and leave her high and dry? If it weren't for the noose still drawn tightly around her throat, she would have gone after him and begged to be fucked into climax. As it was, she sat at the edge of her stool, her legs kicking out, her throat being strangled slowly by the coarse hemp. Father Manzoni was doing something in the background-looking for something, she guessed. Her heart skipped a beat.
"There, Kathy. I'm going to give you a choice."
He sat back down, his prick still jerking up in time to the beating of his heart. Kathy narrowed her eyes, focusing them on a three-inch blade he held in front of her. She backed away in fright.
"You'll have a choice. Use this on me, or on the rope above you. This is very sharp," he said, turning the blade slowly in front of her eyes. "You can try using this on me and avenge yourself, and probably strangle in the process. Or you can cut the rope above you when the time comes."
"When the time comes?"
"You'll see."
Gripping the girl tightly by the thighs once more, he centered her winking cunthole over his prickhead. Kathy held her breath. Her arms spasmed the moment his prick brushed over her clit. And then he was fucking her once more, his cock stretching her, tugging at the slick folds and hollows of her pussy. At the same time, Father began strumming her clit, pushing the tiny trigger down, then letting it pop up between his fingers. Fucked and fingered at once! Kathy couldn't stop herself. She could have pissed from the excitement blasting through her body. Now his prick was slipping back again. She whined like a puppy through her burning, flared nostrils. That cock! It raped her cuntal walls, fucking her senseless there on the stool.
"Soon ... uhhhhhh, Kathy, soon!"
Father Manzoni was going to cum. She ground her asscheeks as much as she dared, nearly forgetting about the rough chafing of the hemp against her throat. Father's fucking tempo was building in rapidity and force. She was going to cum, too! Oh yes, she was going to climax! Kathy went wild, thinking about how it was going to feel having the priest's cum shooting against her convulsing cuntal walls.
She dug her nails against her palms. How swollen and hot her clit was!
"Now, Kathy, now!"
There was scuffling under her. Just as the first white-hot blast of climax swept over her, Father kicked the stool out from under her. Her body fell several inches, then jerked to a halt, stopped by the taut rope now strangling the teenager.
The stinging spasms still continued, even became amplified by the knotting of the rope around her neck. Kathy's eyes popped out, her arms jerking to either side. She gasped for air. But of course the strangling rope prevented any oxygen from getting to her lungs. Father was shooting in her, groaning, his cock spitting out his cum in her pussy while the noose was killing her.
At that point he placed the knife in her right hand.
"Cut the rope if you can, Kathy. Cut it, or kill me," he groaned with a laugh.
For an instant the girl thought of plunging the blade squarely into the priest's ribs. But the choking rope let her know she would die if she didn't act fast. Swinging one arm up, she flailed about frantically, finally finding the rope with the knife.
"Mmmfmmffff!"
Her eyes were bulging out as she struggled for oxygen. There! She had turned the knife about so the steel was starting to cut through the hemp. Kathy worked quickly, sliding the knife back and forth, feeling the hemp parting under her efforts. Still her cunt convulsed around the cum-shooting prick, the power of her climax taking strength away from her hands. Biting down hard against her lower hp, Kathy struggled for concentration. Already the room had darkened. Her mind was getting dim. Air. She needed air!
Frantically the girl sawed the knife back and forth, back and forth while Father finished dumping his load of spunk into her pussy. Just when she thought she would surely pass out from the strangling noose and die, Kathy felt the rope part. She fell heavily down onto the priest's lap, his cock fucking deep into her cunt.
The blade tumbled to the floor while the rope hung loosely around her neck, "Ohhhh, fuck yeahhhh, Kathy, that was very good," Father Manzoni gasped as he fucked into her one more time.
Kathy felt him holding her, keeping her on his lap as she swayed. She was gulping in air now. When she was able to control herself a little better, she steadied herself. Father still held her, running the backs of his fingers over her nipples. His prick was still in her cunt.
"You performed very well, Kathy-better than most girls do here. We have to try this again some other time. Now, I think it's time for your bath."
Kathy felt him pull his cock from her cunt. She shuddered as he shoved her back onto her stool. Rolling her eyes up, the girl saw the parted rope dangling above her. She could have died if she hadn't been so strong, so quick!
Father untied the rope around her neck, examining the dark-pink marks around her throat and pronouncing them minor. Kathy didn't think so, but kept quiet. Dressing, the priest escorted her from the room and down the corridor.
Kathy was exhausted. They had put her through so much today. Walking, she felt the slick rubbing of her cum-smeared cunt labes against one another. Some jizz oozed from her pussy slit, trickling down her thighs. Perhaps a nice warm bath would be nice before she returned to her tiny cell and her old woolen blanket. "In here, Kathy."
She hadn't even been watching where Father Manzoni had been taking her. She had kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. A door opened in front of her. Father shoved her through the doorway. Kathy stumbled forward, pushing the hair from her face. She walked awkwardly. Tripping, the girl fell sprawling on her hands and knees on a white cement floor. There was an antiseptic smell about the place.
Again shaking her hair from her eyes, the teenager saw it was a kind of shower room-large, the walls blindingly white-tiled, with four or five bright bulbs encased in wire mesh globes. Turning about, she saw Father O'Conner and Father Reilly there. Father O'Conner was unrolling a heavy fabric hose while Father Reilly was attaching a long brass nozzle to it. Her bath! Kathy skittered across the floor, her hands flying over her cunt.
"I've already had her tonight," Father Manzoni said, covering a yawn with one hand. "I leave her to you. Good night, Fathers." The door closed.
Kathy was about to say something, to beg for mercy, but a blast of hot water smashed into her ribcage. It was like being struck with a doubled fist. The two priests were playing a stream of scalding water over her body. Kathy struggled to her feet, holding both hands out to break the force of the stream.
"No, no!" She skated and slipped on the wet floor, her tits wagging about and slapping against one another from the force of her movements. The glistening floor was like ice under her naked soles. "Stop it!"
Her shrill voice echoed in the room as the priests laughed and kept on spraying her.
"It's like washing pigs," Father O'Conner said.
"Mother Superior wanted you cleaned up as much as possible. There won't be any dirt or cum on you when we get through with you."
Kathy glared at him. She wanted to spit at them.
But then the priests dropped the spray to her ankles, catching her unprepared. With a shout, Kathy slid backward, the water upending her. Now she was completely helpless. She knew she would never regain her standing position. They could do with her as they pleased.
"Help!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy still tried getting back on her feet once more. She turned her ass to the men, drawing her knees up while steadying herself as best she could. But the priests kept the blast of water at her asscheeks, reddening them with the hot, hard spray. She tumbled forward, striking her forehead on the concrete floor.
"Look how she moves around. It's like watching a cripple struggling to get back in his wheelchair."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
She tumbled to her side, rolling so her tits and cunt faced the Fathers. They dropped the stream, the spray hitting like a hammer on her clit.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
She felt the cum washing quickly from her pussy, the spray making her outer cuntlips flutter with the force. Kathy doubled up, her knees jerking to her belly. She opened-her mouth to scream just as a blast of lusty sensation paralyzed her. She could do nothing.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
The spray was hot enough to make the girl sweat under it. Somehow Kathy managed to roll onto her belly, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She struggled to get the strands from around her throat. She thought of the rope, of that noose that had nearly strangled her, and she panicked in front of the priests.
"She's going crazy with the spray," Father Reilly commented, playing the water up and down her belly.
"Mother Superior was right. This one's like a street whore. We're going to have fun instructing her until she leaves."
"Maybe we'll keep her here," Father Reilly mused, watching as Kathy crawfished back on the floor toward the tiled wall.
"No, noooo!" Kathy gasped, her slick body sliding back on the concrete.
It was awful, hideous that she would be feeling something as erotic as she was. Her flesh reddened as the roaring water struck her chilled body. Father O'Conner took the hose now, directing the main flow against all parts of her body. The screaming teenager tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance of keeping any part of her body free from the water.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Turning her head, Kathy looked at the priests once more. Thick clouds of steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling. They hid the men's faces. But when the clouds became less thick, she could see their savage eyes.
"No!"
Her shout was drowned out by the splashing sound of the water. The hose blasted now against Kathy's tits. Her nipples tingled, pressing into the moist flesh of her tits under the stream. She felt the mass of her tits aching with lust. It was odd. She had just cum and cum hard with that wild fucking from Father Manzoni. And now this hosing was bringing her up again. She lay on her back, sobbing as the priest played the hose from her tits to her cunt. She put her hands over her face. The shame of what was happening to her made her wish she could crawl into some hole and disappear.
"Rutting. That's what she's doing, Father. She's rutting like a damned bitch dog," Father O'Conner said, watching as Kathy once more tried wriggling away from the water.
"That's all she's good for. Some women are made for marriage and a family. This one's good only for fucking. Right, Kathy? That's what you do best, fucking. And she's only a novice at it."
The words made her tremble even more than the water. She fought to regain her standing position yet again. But one sweep of the spray against her ankles and she was back on her ass once more.
"Oh, stop, stop this!"
The spray got back down to her pussy. The priest was playing it around her clit-zone. Kathy couldn't help it when her hips rose and fell, rose and fell in soft, fucking movements. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust. She let her upraised knees fall open as if she were about to receive yet another cock. The girl tried to stop the insane growth of her cuntal heat by holding her hands over her pussy. But soon she found her fingers straying down in her hot cunthole, fucking herself, touching her clit again and again.
"Look! She's fucking herself with her damned fingers! We're really turning this one on hard with the water," Father Reilly laughed.
"Christ! We'll both be able to fuck her at the same time when we get through with this."
Kathy knew she was sitting there, rutting in front of them. There was some comfort in knowing there was little she could do. She was helpless, sitting there, being sprayed by the forceful hot stream.
"Uhhhh ... ohhh, no!"
The lowering clouds of steam in the room began to hide her from their gaze. Kathy put one fist to her mouth and gnawed on her knuckles. The girl didn't want them to see her starting to cum. And it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off. She could feel that familiar itching throbbing that was pulling the strength from all parts of her body. She felt that unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles. She cinched her eyes shut and lay there, completely exposed to the water. Kathy hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her until her climax stopped.
Kathy twisted her hips around, trying now to get the full force of the hot stream. The hot, tight feeling in her cunt was sharpening to a needle-like pang as the water beat steadily at her clit. She writhed on the floor, trying to get the stinging flow onto her cuntal mouth.
"Look at the little slut! She can't get enough of this," Father O'Conner said.
"It was the same when I roped and mouth-fucked the bitch," Father Reilly answered, moving the stream down, then back up to her pussy. "She kept on begging for more. Christ, nearly burned my cock up."
Priests talking like this! It made her head spin with wild feelings as she ground her teeth together. She tried to force her climax as the water played tantalizingly with her cunt.
"No, no, no more, no more!"
But Kathy wanted more. A quick move of the priest's arm swept the water over her nipples, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of the heat in her cunt made the rising wall of lust inside her slip a notch. Then the renewed blast from the hot stream shot it higher than before. Father was taking careful aim with the hose, his moves adding to the lusty rush of sensations all through the girl's jerking body.
Again Father blasted the stream across her belly and onto her tits. Kathy felt the water toying with her nipples longer this time. The spray made them feel as if someone were strumming her tit tips, making them hard, so very hard and itchy!
"Uhhhhh, no, it's wrong...."
But all she could do was endure the stream that was back down to her cunt once more. This time, the water opened the flesh around her clit. It felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal mound. Kathy groaned, tensing herself to speed up her oncoming climax.
"No, no, no!"
"She's going to cum, Father."
"Watch her now," Father Reilly said, dropping the hose from the girl.
Kathy let out a yelp of frustration, feeling her cunt slackening almost painfully as the hose spattered water to her right. Rolling over, the girl crawled to the area where the stream was spraying. She could have shrieked with frustration. Father Reilly now played the hose between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. Water bounced from the floor to bathe her asscheeks. Kathy cried out, jerking her ass up.
"Ohhhhhhh, God! God!"
Now the force of the water had aroused all parts of the girl's body. She was quivering on the brink of climax. The blonde teenager had never felt such a wild need to cum in her life! Even the insides of her thighs ached for release from the pressure in her cunt. Kathy dragged herself a little closer to the stream, feeling the increase of the flow against her clit and thighs. "Fuck, fuck!"
"Listen to her, Father O'Conner. She's cumming with the stream."
"I never saw anything like it. She'd cum with anything up her cunt!"
The whole top of her cunt seemed to be tied up in cramping knots of expectation, waiting for that last push over the edge. She rolled her hips, circling her ass around, looking for that last small piece of hot sensuality that would send her into orgasm.
"Now, Father, away from it," Father O'Conner said, watching as Kathy jerked and screamed the moment the water moved from her pussy.
"No, no, no ... want ... want!"
She was a wild woman now, wild for fucking, wild for anything that would bring her off. She had to have that climax. She could hear the priests laughing even harder as she crawled for the water. All Kathy Wanted was to have that powerful stream of water bring her off.
"Uhhhhh!"
The gut-wrenching spasms had started. She had done it, had managed to twist her thighs around so the hot stream landed squarely on her clit-zone. Her legs shot apart, her hands braced on either side of her ass. She was hunching up, jerking her pussy Up to the stream, fucking it as hard as she could.
Up and down, up and down the girl fucked, the balls of her feet braced in front of her while her wet asscheeks slapped wetly against the floor. The sound of the rushing water drowned out her curses. Kathy strangled on her sobs, her breath driven from her by the strength of her climax. The bright, steamy room seemed to darken.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Her flesh was painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the tension of her climax. The hardness of her nipples hurt. Kathy somehow managed to reach the wall behind her, reaching up, still clawing to get away.
"Uhhhh ... oh God, Pm cumming!"
Kathy felt the room darkening completely all around her. The pulsing in her pussy grew worse and worse. It was as if the entire world were being sucked into her cunt. She climbed the wall, her head lolling back while her body jerked to the spasms of her cum. Father Reilly blasted the hose right between her asscheeks, sending the stinging spray right up into her shitter. The girl's legs flew out from under her while her belly smacked wetly against the hot, slick tiles.
She slid down into the small gutter at the edge of the floor. She felt the running water over her fingertips as she still tried to crawl away. More water up her asshole! More spasms. Then the white-tiled wall in front of her grew black. The water stopped, and the girl fell into a sudden silence.
"Did she pass out?" Father O'Conner asked, coiling the hose while Father Reilly walked up to check the girl out.
"No. She's fine. Just tired. I think she should rest for a while before we resume her training. She's been fed and washed for the night. Come on, Kathy. It's time for you to rest."
"Uhhhhh!"
Someone was carrying her. Her head rocked from side to side. Kathy caught glimpses of overhead light globes. They carried her down the corridor, the echoing walls of the stairwell amplified by the breathing of the men who held her. She was half-wrapped in a coarse blanket that scratched her skin. The teenager had no idea where on earth she was in the building.
"In here."
Kathy opened her eyes a bit. This wasn't her cell! Father Reilly had been carrying Kathy, along with some help from his friend. They put her down, resting her heavily against Father O'Conner. Kathy could hardly stand. She blinked her eyes completely open now. The room was large and bare except for ringbolts drilled into the wall. In the center of the ceiling was a pulley assembly. It was there they took Kathy, making her stand under it.
Father Reilly pulled the blanket from her, leaving her completely naked. He was about to say something when the door creaked open. Scuffling sounds outside caught Kathy's attention. It was Eve being shoved through the doorway by a frowning Mother Superior. When she saw Kathy, she nodded. The girl appeared frightened, but managed a wan smile. It was then Kathy remembered her first day when she saw the girls being tied up and tormented-her first day of abuse. This would be her "rest."
"There, now, give me your wrist. Mother's brought Eve here to keep you company all night. You two can chat-just like a pajama party."
Father Reilly slipped a broad band around her right wrist, then brought it up while Father O'Conner attached it to the pulley rope. There were grinding sounds. The young priest was at the winch, turning it until the rope grew taut. He tightened the rope until the naked girl stood on her toes, her right hand strained high above her head. Kathy groaned, feeling the muscles pull and tighten from the strain. It was far from comfortable. How did they expect her to rest like this?
"Oh no, no, not again."
Mother Superior wasted no time in backing Eve against the wall and locking the metal collar about her neck. It was high above the floor, forcing the teenager to stand on her toes to keep from choking. She couldn't take one single step forward or to either side. She had to stand there straight and erect and face Kathy as she teetered on her toes.
"Good night, Fathers," Mother Superior said, bowing politely and leaving the room. Father Reilly's eyes followed her out the door.
"She's a good fuck, by the way. Wild, but knows what to do."
"Going to have her some day," Father O'Conner said, tightening the rope again around Kathy's wrist.
"Oh!"
The fatigue she had felt earlier disappeared now under the pain. She turned back to the priests, watching as they raised her higher and higher until she hung suspended by the wrist about two feet above the wooden floor. Tears rolled from her eyes. The cuff around her wrist hurt so! She thought the muscles in her arms would part from the weighty strain of her hanging body.
"Now, for the rest."
Next an anklet was fastened around Kathy's right ankle, another around her left wrist. Father Reilly raised her leg and bent it back until the ball of her foot brushed against her fingertips. Kathy groaned, twisting her head around and looking at Eve for comfort.
"Almost through, Kathy."
Father Reilly attached the wrist and ankle bands together with one link. Now the sobbing girl hung from one wrist, her other wrist and the opposite ankle joined at her lower back. Her left foot hung there without support.
Father O'Conner went to a small chest by the doorway and opened the top, rummaging around for a short while. Kathy turned around and around, feeling as if she were a body hung out in the wind to slowly twist. He brought out a four-inch diameter pole attached to a broad square platform, the pole being rounded at the top. This he carefully placed under the foot that was the only part of Kathy that wasn't tied. It was high enough so the foot could find a resting place on the top. Kathy realized immediately that to rest weight on the pole might be more painful than to hang by the wrist without support. It was going to be a cruel choice she would have to make.
Father Reilly looked over his work with approval.
"I'll leave you two together now. You've got a lot to talk about. We'll be in to check every now and then," he said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. They left through the door, looking back once again to watch Kathy fumbling her foot around the pole.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
It was a terrible punishment for her. Kathy found herself swinging toward Eve.
"It must hurt a lot," Eve managed to say.
"I hate them. How I hate them," Kathy said, her voice already weak. "I'll get back-I swear I will!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angrily Kathy bounced her body against the rope suspending her, immediately feeling the band cutting through her wrist flesh. The punished girl let her head fall to one side. Her features were drawn and fatigued as the pain in her arms and shoulders increased every moment. Twice the priests came in, fondled her cunt, laughed as she groaned, then walked away. Father Reilly had bent to suck Eve's tits, sticking one finger in her pussy and another up her ass as she writhed helplessly against the wooden wall.
"Later for you, bitch," he growled, slapping her hard across the face, then walking from the room.
Kathy moved her foot around several times, trying to slip it over the pole and thus relieve the tearing pressure in her arm. She managed to raise herself on the horrid object for a few minutes. Then the arch of her foot felt as if it would be speared by the pole. It was then when she kicked free, preferring to swing freely from the pulley assembly above.
Turning around again, she saw Eve perspiring, struggling to keep on her toes and thus prevent the iron collar from choking her. How long had they remained like this? Kathy had no idea. She cried out, unable to stand it. Let them fuck her to death. Let them whip her into submission. She simply could not remain hanging in this manner and remain sane.
"Help! Help!"
She kept screaming at the top of her voice until finally the door opened once more and Father Reilly stepped in.
"What's all the damned shouting about? You expect the nuns to sleep with this kind of racket?"
"It hurts me, so. I can't take any more! Oh please, Father, take me down. I'll do anything. I swear I will. Just take me down!"
Father Reilly studied her with interest, but with the same dispassionate smile.
"You're killing her! And me too!" Eve cried from the corner.
Father Reilly shook his head and grinned, walking over to the hanging girl and running his fingers over her thighs.
"You won't rest if you keep shouting, Kathy. You'll need all your strength for tomorrow."
There was nothing she could say. They were going to torment her until she dropped. Turning her head, she let the tears roll softly, silently, down her flushed cheeks, praying to God to let her faint rather than continue this horrible life.
"But I can sympathize with your problem. She stays," he said, pointing to the strangling Eve imperiously. "But you can go."
Moving to the winch, the priest slowly lowered Kathy to the ground, unbinding her, then sliding the blanket over her shoulders and leading her from the room. For a while Kathy thought Father was simply taking her from one form of torture to another. But soon they reached her cell and he slipped her inside, wishing her goodnight as if he had taken her home.
Skittering to her cot, Kathy huddled in one corner, drawing the blanket over her shivering body. She couldn't seem to get warm enough in that cold, tiny room, even with two blankets wrapped tightly around her. Closing her eyes, the girl could still see Eve pressed against the wall, her neck stretched, her face red and bloated from the effort of trying to keep from choking.
Now in the dark and silence she could feel every pain, every jerking ache that throbbed through her body. And even more than that, she could feel her cunt being aroused if she simply remembered what had happened to her.
When she awoke the teen realized she must have slept for a long, long time. It was bright outside, possibly well past nine or so. Blinking her eyes wide open, she looked about the cell, still unable to believe she was in this house of horrors for nothing! Smiling bitterly, Kathy wondered what her mother would think if she were to find out half of what she'd endured so far. Fucking Bobby in the middle of the public theater would be nothing compared to what else she had done.
Kathy's reverie was interrupted by sounds outside her door. Drawing the blanket protectively to her chin, Kathy turned on her right side, pretending to be asleep. There was the jangling of keys, then the squeak of the bolt being drawn back.
"She's asleep, poor thing," she heard Mother Superior whisper.
"But you know today she's to continue," Kathy heard Sister Baptriste whisper.
"I know," Mother responded, her voice seeming to brighten at the thought. "Kathy! Kathy! Time to get up. You'll want your breakfast."
There was no escape. Sleepily the girl pulled back the blanket, looking pleadingly at Mother.
"Can I please have some clothes to wear? I ... I don't feel right walking around like this," she begged, gesturing at her naked body.
"When you deserve clothes, you'll get them. Right now you're nothing better than an animal," Sister Baptriste shot back.
"Sister's right ... if sometimes a little blunt. Come on, dear, up, up from the bed. Sister, the leash."
Once more they slipped the dog leash around her collar, leading her from the cell, stark naked down the hall. Again she saw the other girls shuffling around, all similarly bound. The priests were at the far end finishing their morning coffee. Father Manzoni looked up and grinned, putting down his cup.
"This one has an affinity for the cross. She wants to imitate the Christ," he said, making the others laugh.
Kathy reddened, turning away and bending over. In a moment she was sliding around the floor on her hands and knees, once again picking up the scraps the priests and nuns brushed from the table for her. When she had reached the priests' end of the table, Father Reilly raised one foot, placing it squarely on her neck.
He pushed down hard but Kathy resisted, her elbows bowing out. She pushed up, perspiration dotting her forehead. But the priest was, of course, stronger. Bracing himself against the table, he pushed down until Kathy was flattened on the floor. The nuns stopped eating, bending forward, watching.
"Kathy must be taught Obedience," Mother said approvingly, lending her foot to the task.
"Uh!"
Kathy felt the rounded toe of the nun's black shoe being slipped into her asscrack. Each time she wriggled on the floor, the black polished leather toe slipped into her crevice. In a moment she felt that thing sliding into her asshole. Mother was laughing softly, drawing her foot back, then slipping it in. The gray/pink wrinkled flesh of Kathy's ass was stretching, easing open for the shoe.
Kathy's eyes bulged out, her nostrils flaring.
She clawed the clean floor, crying out for them to stop this madness. Father Reilly only pressed the sole of his shoe down harder, almost breaking her neck. Kathy let out another cry and humped up. That was enough for Mother Superior to kick her way into her asshole. Kathy thought the nun would surely tear her shitter lining.
"Noooooo!" Kathy howled as Father cleaned his shoes on her back.
"I think she's had enough breakfast now, Sister. Let's proceed with her."
Mother Superior moved away while the priests gathered Kathy from the floor. As she stood, the girl looked around and saw Eve. She breathed a sigh of relief. The girl had survived another day. There was a long red stripe around her neck, an indication of what she had endured the night before. Father O'Conner pushed her forward and reluctantly Kathy marched away from the refectory, her stomach still grumbling from lack of food.
"I'll do the honors this time, Fathers. I think she's nearing the point when we don't have to worry about Kathy responding to our treatment any longer," Father Manzoni said, stepping in front of Father Reilly. "Besides, you, Father Reilly, have to see Monsignor about more funding for Saint Timothy's. I'm sure your report will indicate that we need more money." More laughter.
Father Manzoni took her back to one of the treatment rooms, as he called them laughingly. It was the same one she had been in last night. There was the pulley assembly, empty now. Kathy shrank back.
"No, I'm not going to hang you from the ceiling today. I've got other plans."
He stood her to one side of the assembly, Kathy still eying the pulleys. Father Manzoni moved to one point of the room, reaching down and pulling out a small metal case. Opening it, he slipped out a cigarette and pushed it into his mouth. He noticed Kathy's surprised look.
"After all you've been through, you're surprised to see a priest smoke? I don't do it much. But there's a purpose to this."
Lighting it, Father Manzoni indicated a small table to the left with a gesture of one hand. Kathy knew automatically he wanted her to get on it and she did so as he unhitched her leash and let it fall to the ground.
"On your back. That seems to be the most natural position for you."
Kathy did his bidding, her head dangling over the edge of the table while her ankles hung over the front end. Father Manzoni stood by the right side, the burning cigarette in one hand.
"You enjoyed the heat standing there on the cross, didn't you?"
"No," Kathy gasped, her eyes wandering to the cigarette and her breath becoming more and more shallow.
The tips of her tits were long and pink, waiting to be rubbed up into glowing nubs. Kathy knew Father Manzoni had something up his sleeve. He was going to fuck her.
"That's good. Women should enjoy warmth. Better a hot bitch than a woman of ice," Father Manzoni mused, examining Kathy. "And I like a hot woman like you, Kathy. I like your nipples, your cunt. Did you know a nipple can glow just like a cigarette?"
"No, don't...."
Staring wide-eyed at the cigarette, the terrified girl watched as he lowered it to within two inches of her right tit-tip. Kathy squirmed uncomfortably on the table, her flesh prickling with dreadful expectation. Kathy sucked in a deep breath and held it until her eyes started to swim. Father was standing there very still, watching her growing terror.
Then he brought the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her nipple. Kathy wrinkled her forehead, her fingers clutching the end of the table. She could feel the heat from the cigarette starting to burn her nipple. The acrid smell from the burning tobacco stung her nose and eyes. She wanted to turn her head away but she had to watch that cigarette as it dropped a fraction of an inch at a time. "No!"
"Come on, Kathy. You love this. You enjoy the pain. Your cunt's nearly as hot as this cigarette is, isn't it?"
To illustrate his point Father Manzoni passed one hand lightly over her frazzled blonde cuntal hairs. Kathy felt the fuzz moving whisper-soft against her pussy flesh. Tremors erupted in her cunt, making her wince. Father laughed, knowing full well what was happening inside her.
"I thought so. You can't hide yourself from me and the others. We've been doing this far too long, you little hypocrite."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Kathy screwed her eyes up as if she were trying to peer into her soul. Yes, she was feeling excitement, that stinging arousal that made her squirm against the table. A shiver coursed through her body and Father smiled more broadly, dropping the burning tobacco to her nipple.
Kathy felt the pressure of the cigarette first. Staring wide-eyed at it, she couldn't believe he had done such a terrible thing. Then there was a kind of icy shock that raced through her injured nipple. That was followed by a blast of hot, agonizing pain that seemed to tear her mind from its roots.
"Eaaghghghghghghhggggg!"
Kathy nearly fell from the table, her legs kicking out while she slapped the offending hand away. Father Manzoni laughed as the cigarette flew from his hand at the blow. Kathy rolled halfway over, drawing one hand over her right nipple and rubbing it lovingly. She looked over one shoulder, watching the priest pick up the cigarette and look at her.
"On your back."
"No!"
Kathy defied him, still covering her injured tit. Father Manzoni's smile dropped, his body stiffening at this defiance. Walking to her, he raised one hand, bringing it down with a wild force against her right cheek. It had happened too quickly for the girl to brace herself. She watched the opened palm coming down at her in a broad arc, the sound of his fingers whooshing through the fetid air.
It hit her hard, nearly dislocating her jaw. Kathy screamed, the hot, stinging pain against her cheek bringing more tears from her eyes. The force of the blow knocked her onto her back. She was open to him once more, staring stunned at the white ceiling. Father took advantage of the situation very quickly. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Kathy blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to regain her consciousness. She looked from the cigarette to the priest's face. His eyes glittered. Lowering it to her skin, he dragged it along the ridged tendon up, up toward her cunt. She writhed Against the table, wanting to slap the hand away once more but afraid to. He would only strike her again.
Kathy strained to be silent, not wanting to give this terrible man the benefit of her horror. But the line of agonizing pain was moving closer and closer to her cunt. She raised her trembling head a little, watching him burn his way to her pussy. There was a light red line behind the cigarette, an indication of the burn she was suffering. Small whimpers moved past her lips.
"That's it, Kathy, don't hold it in. The worst thing is to hold it in," he advised.
She would hold it in until the Second Coming if she could! There was nothing in the world she would rather do than defy this man and his kept whores, Mother Superior and the others. There was a whispering crackle, the sign that the first few curly hairs on her cunt were burning. The smell of singed hair added to the pdor of the tobacco.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The pain was mind-blinding. Kathy shivered, her shoulder blades wallowing against the hard table. With a tearing pain in her throat her breath went out, dragging a moan with it.
"There, Kathy. Doesn't that feel better? Don't you feel more relaxed after having shown how you feel?" Father Manzoni asked.
Kathy wanted to scratch out his eyes. Instead she lay quietly on the table, looking at his black cassock, his white collar, wondering how this man of God could perform such hellish things on her.
"Now, for this."
He moved the cigarette to within an inch of the bottom junction of her pussylips. Kathy jerked back, sitting up and staring wildly at him.
"No, no, you won't burn my cunt! God in heaven, I'll kill you before you ... uhhhhh!"
Father Manzoni drew back his right hand once more, back-handing the girl. His bruising knuckles caught her chin, knocking her head violently to the left. Kathy's body twisted around, rolling off the table and crashing into a crumpled heap to the floor. She could hear the priest swearing. Hands gripped her by the shoulders, pulling her up, shoving her hard against the table. Again he slapped her, snapping her head from left to right so violently the girl thought he would rip it off.
"You still haven't learned, have you? I'll be your teacher this time around, bitch!"
In a moment Kathy found herself back on the table, too stunned to fight back. More rope, more line to burn her flesh with! He slipped half-inch cord around both wrists, stretching her arms over her head and cinching them tightly to the legs of the table. The cord was thin and it cut into her flesh. The more she struggled, the more it pained her.
"Uhhhhh!"
Next her ankles were bound to her thighs, her knees straight up in the air. Kathy felt a cramp but could do nothing about it. Father Manzoni moved quickly now, forming a loop and slipping it around one knee, then ran the rope under the table and slipped it around the other knee. The double noose would keep the girl from clamping her legs together.
"You won't feel so willing to struggle against me now."
As she watched, Father Manzoni undressed. She wasn't disappointed. The man she had fantasized in her dreams, the man who had mouth-fucked her as she lay pinned against the chapel's crucifix, was the same handsome man in front of her now.
"This'll keep you open."
He moved around to that small chest, pulling out what appeared to be several screwback earrings and a riding crop. Moving around to the front, the priest took the first object, pressing it against her right cuntlip. Kathy groaned, lifting her ass off the table as much as she could. He was screwing it onto her cuntlip tightly, then moving around and screwing another to her other labe. When he let them fall to either side, he was leaving her wide open. Kathy growled and moaned. More pain, more fucking.
CHAPTER NINE
Kathy squirmed, her ass pinching against the rough splinters on the table. Now Father started attaching heavy metal rings to her nipples, screwing them on the same way. The one attached to her right nipple particularly hurt because of the cigarette of moments before. She clenched her teeth, refusing to scream as he compressed her nubs.
"Now, for some fun."
Father stepped back, gripping the riding crop and wielding it over his head. Kathy cringed, breathing in gasps as her eyes took in the horrible object. He was going to beat her like this, whip her like a fallen horse, and there was nothing she could do but accept it. "Noooooo!"
The crop came down with a resounding smash. She felt the leather thongs bite like jagged shark's teeth into her left thigh. It was horrible.
"Eaaaaayagghhghghhhh!"
Kathy couldn't keep in her pain any longer. She screamed again and again, writhing like a mad woman against the cutting cords. The table scraped over the floor from the movements of her body.
"Noooo!"
Father Manzoni cocked his arm back a second time, pausing for a moment for Kathy's screams to die down. He knew the best effect was to time the blows correctly to bring out the most pain in the victim. When Kathy stared dully up at him, he knew it was time.
"Yaghhghghhhh!"
A second blow, off to her right slightly. It bruised the inner fold of her cuntlip, then burned into the flesh of her thigh. The tugging of those horrid screws on her labes seemed to intensify the pain even more. She cried out, her shrieks and screams bouncing off the walls and returning to her mockingly.
"No, no more! Oh God in heaven, no more! I can't take any more."
Her words came out in a jumble, barely understandable above the sobs. She couldn't clamp her thighs together to keep that leather from injuring her pussy. She was helpless, open to the man. First the cigarette, now this! Kathy groaned, rolling her ass against the restrictive rope. Again the beating thong, again a scream. He kept on hitting her, whipping her tender flesh again and again. Soon he was raising welts along her thighs.
"Eaghhghghghghhh!"
Kathy threw her head back, letting out bellow after bellow until her throat was raw from all the screaming. Her muscles tensed, pressing out roundly against her sweaty-damp flesh. When he brought the crop down on her clit, Kathy thought the world would end for her. Blinding shocks of pleasure/pain shot through her body, knocking the wind from her lungs. Father Manzoni laughed, now bringing the crop down on her soft, flat, white belly. He criss-crossed his blows, leaving long red marks.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Fires of hell raged through the girl. But those agonizing flames were also tingling her with delight. Each time Father brought the riding crop down between her thighs, the thrill grew while the pain seemed more and more deadened.
"Go on, Kathy, beg for me to stop," Father said breathlessly, stopping the beating for a moment.
"No, no, never!"
He wanted that. He wanted her to give in. But she would never do it-not to his face.
"Good bitch! That's what I like about you. You don't give in."
He dropped the crop on the table, throwing himself onto her bruised body. She lay squirming on the table, feeling his mouth searching for hers. He clamped down hard on her lips, biting them, drawing blood while hunching into her. She could feel that fat head shoving against her cuntlips, forcing them open while his balls brushed over the metal screws. It was a horror that made her hair stand on end-but it was a horror that excited her as well. The teen writhed against the table, loving the stretched feeling the ropes gave her body.
"No! No!"
He drew back, bringing the flat of one hand against her right cheek, then back-handing her left. Kathy felt the heat of his slaps as she had before. But now there was no longer the pain that had been connected with them. Now there was a wonderful heat flaming through her. Those flames were turning into burning tongues of pleasure.
"Kathy wants to be fucked like a wild woman. She'll get her wish."
Taking the crop, he jammed one end of it under her ass, sliding it up, up until the handle was pressed squarely up against her asshole. Kathy's mouth opened, her eyes blinking wide. Her breathing stopped as her face became a mask of terrible concentration. He was trying to fuck her asshole with that thing!
"Nooo ... ahghghghghhghhhh!"
Father Manzoni was very strong and very determined. He refused to be defeated by the teen's tight little asshole. Angling the crop a little differently, he kept on turning the leather-bound instrument of pain around and around like a screwdriver, continually pressing up and in. Kathy felt her flesh being rubbed raw by the steady moving friction. In a moment her sphincter gave up.-
"Ahh-hhhhh!"
He had done it! He had fucked her ass with that crop, screwing it in, shoving the leather handle up into her bowels while laughing into her face.
"Now you'll be fucked at both ends-like a woman should. Too bad Father O'Conner and Father Reilly couldn't be here. One could fuck your mouth as well."
"No fuck ... no fuck."
But Kathy would have killed for a fuck at this point. She loved having the thing up her ass as she loved the feeling of Father's prickhead against her cunt.
"You want fucking, Kathy. You want it as badly as you want air to breathe," he growled, biting her lips again, shoving his tongue down deep in her throat while reaching up and gripping her large, hard-nippled tits. Her body squirmed and strained under his hands as he wriggled his tongue down into her mouth.
"Mmfmfmfmfffff!"
Kathy was drowning in her own spittle as she struggled for breath. She felt his tongue attacking every pink ridge and hollow inside her mouth. Then he began gripping her long blonde hair, tugging and tearing at it until she screamed into his mouth with pain. Father Manzoni laughed, then let go, concentrating now on her asshole, her pussy, and her tits.
"Uhfhhfhfhfhhfhff!"
The pressure of his fingers against her asscheeks inflamed her more and more as the sexual feelings in her pussy nearly exploded. He was squeezing his hunk of cockmeat into her now, stretching her open with that wonderful prick while reaching around and screwing the crop yet farther into her ass. Fucked at both ends. It was marvelous! Kathy let out a whooshing gasp, her spine arching while Father kept on shoving his prickmeat into her convulsing pussy.
"Good, good Kathy. That's it. Keep on milking your cunt against my prick like that. Shit, I've never had anyone do that!"
The squeezing, pinching pressure of the screws against her cuntlips and nipples added to the flush of pleasure stinging her clit. Instinctively Kathy knew the climax she would experience soon would be all that much greater because of the pain and abuse she had had to endure.
"Great, Kathy, great!"
His mouth was ah over her face, his lips kissing her, his tongue delving back into her mouth. And though her body reveled in all of it, the touch of the priest's mouth and fingers made the teen feel disgust-at herself and at him. The pain he caused her was welcomed when compared to his hands and lips. He let his fingers slide over her supple body again and again. She groaned as he tweaked her stretched nipples, using the flats of his palms to massage her outstretched clit. She could feel the heat coming from it where his riding crop had slapped her again and again! "No!"
Hate swirled about Kathy's mind. She hated him beyond belief. But yet those kisses, those caresses were pushing her higher and higher. And always his prick chugged through her cunt, stretching her, filling her with such delight. The mass of tension in her belly swelled to a balloon. If only she could put her arms around the priest! But that was one thing he wouldn't allow.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
His fingernails dug into her ass and Kathy felt all the nerves in the round, lusty asscheeks standing on end, raw to the touch. There were times again when he fucked the crop hard into her ass. That was when the teen let out a lusty growl, backing into the thing, actually wanting more of his instrument of torment in her ass.
It was making her cunt seem hotter than ever! The insides of her thighs chilled and burned while more and more cunt juice dripped out, squishing from her pussyhole in a fine spray and wetting down Father's swinging, hard balls. Kathy felt her body turning into a rubbery, melting mass while that whirling ball of hunger grew and grew at the center of her mind.
"Uhhhhuhrrr! Huhhhrrr!"
She tossed her hips as much as she could, loving the cutting sensation the ropes gave her arms and legs. The jiggling, rocking motion of the table made their fucking ah the more exciting. She could feel her excitement about to peak, just when Father Manzoni twisted the crop and started pulling it from her asshole. "Nooooooofffffff!"
He silenced her with his tongue, pistoning his prickmeat into her with wild abandon. His fucking movements were sliding the table across the floor but neither of them cared. How her cunt-mouth burned from the fucking friction! And how she loved the pain of it. An angry fire started at the mouth of her pussy. Kathy wanted to hold back, to enjoy more of this fucking, but the gathering rush in her veins was too strong. Her whole belly seemed to bulge with prickmeat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, feeling Father ram down hard into her pussy. Just when the priest gripped the riding crop and yanked it from her ass with a sucking wet pop Kathy came.
"Yaghghghghghhhh!"
The cutting, cumming pleasure was so keen, so sharp it hurt! At the same time she felt his jizz spattering down deep inside her. Father Manzoni was swearing at her, pinching her, throwing the crop away and beating his fists against the convulsing girl as he shot and shot and shot. It was wonderful, the best feeling ever!
Kathy threw back her head and shouted at the top of her lungs while her cunt gripped the priest's shooting cock and held it like a fist.
"Christ! Goddamn it, you little slut!"
Kathy was all cunt-hot, wet, milking, holding onto the swearing Catholic priest as they came and came and came. The last thing Kathy knew was that she had been fucked hard, the hardest and best she had ever been fucked since she had been dumped into this vile institution.
CHAPTER TEN
Three days had gone by with no one so much as touching her. Kathy had done menial chores, scrubbing the kitchen floor, sweeping the refectory. She had even been allowed to wear a coarse dress, although she missed having her own clothes. Once or twice she caught Mother Superior staring at her. The older woman broke into a cynical smile and nodded in approval as Kathy shuffled by, making certain her eyes were always lowered in obedience.
"Good, good, my dear. I'm glad the priests have taught you something, although I like to think we had something to do with it at the start."
On the fourth day Kathy was allowed some freedom, moving about from her cell to her place of work, the scullery. It was then she thought of escaping. She would bolt this awful place and tell the world about it.
Then halfway down the long corridor Kathy paused, lowering her head in thought. Who would believe her? Wouldn't they say she was sick, or angry at the very people trying to help her. The authorities would return her and Mother Superior would treat her worse than ever. By the time the girl reached the scullery, she was determined to endure whatever the nuns and priests threw at her, that it was far better than risking an escape and its resultant horrors.
Kathy had just finished stacking the dirty luncheon dishes when Mother Superior came in through the back door. She was wearing her leather outfit, having shed the pious long black dress and wimple. Kathy stared at her, her mouth dropping open. She had nearly forgotten how strikingly attractive Mother was without the flowing robes. She must have been forty and yet there was not a stretch mark, not a blemish, not a sag in her taut flesh. Kathy wiped her hands on her dress, staring quietly, waiting for a command that was sure to follow.
"You've finished with that for now," Celine said, nodding at the sink. "Now it's time to complete your training. You've come far with us, Kathy-far faster than most. I think you may leave here soon if you ... uhhh, perform correctly."
Kathy clapped her hands together, her eyes brightening at that prospect. And to think she had thought of risking everything on a wild escape plan! Her delight, however, was dimmed somewhat when she saw Father Reilly step behind Celine. He was still in his black cassock but the gleam in his eyes made that holy robe seem obscenely incongruous to what was aparently on his mind. He started rubbing one hand along Mother Superior's firm ass, then sliding one hand around to her cupped tits. Mother flinched, then turned and shot him a disapproving smile.
"You have your freedom with the girls here. That's your job, Father. But with me, we ah know that's another story."
Father Reihy continued to smile, nodding his head in approval. "And her?"
"The final chapter for her," Mother said, dismissing Kathy with a wave of the hand. "I'll meet you in the shop. I suppose the other Fathers are there?"
"Of course, and I'll bring her."
It was as if they were talking in some secret code. Kathy trembled. There was the good news of potential freedom. Yet there was this new ordeal, some new horror for her to endure as if payment were needed for her release. Father Reilly didn't force her to move. Kathy saw the command in his eyes and followed.
"You pass this, you'll pass anything."
He guided her through the corridors, past the treatment rooms where Kathy could hear the screams and shrieks of new arrivals still unused to the bondage nightmare of the institution. Then they reached a smaller corridor leading off to the right, a hall she had never noticed before. It was down this corridor Father Reilly guided her, stopping the girl by a small, narrow green door.
"In here. And careful of the steps, Kathy. We don't want any accidents here at Saint Timothy's."
On opening the door the girl was aware of a thick, acrid stench that made her back sway in surprise and fear. It was like burning iron. Father Reiley only smiled, pushing her forward and saying nothing. Her fingers gripping the wooden handrail to the side of the stairs, Kathy descended into a small basement. Halfway down she realized it was a kind of blacksmith shop, the place, she guessed where they forged the chains and other restraints used so freely above.
Mother Superior sat on a box while Father Reilly kept his grip on her. Father O'Conner was there, wearing now a pair of jeans. His massive, hairy chest was bare, glistening with sweat.
"Father O'Conner was raised on a small ranch in Northern Montana. He's maintained his skills and we find them most useful here," Celine explained.
Father O'Conner was getting the forge going. Kathy watched the old-fashioned bellows going. She could feel the hot blasts of heaf from the oven against her flesh. And there just beyond an iron grate were the flames, yellow, orange and red, flickering madly against the confines of the forge. It was a scene straight from hell.
"What's going to hapen?" Kathy asked, her voice very small and tinny.
She stood there, watching in horror. A fascinated horror, she had to admit. From a long strip of metal about two inches wide Father O'Conner cut a short length. He examined it, pronouncing it sound. Moving to Kathy, he measured round her ankle.
"You'll learn to love this metal," Celine continued, nodding in the direction of several lengths of chain hanging from the wall. "Even in your dreams you'll think of them and find yourself wanting them as you want a lover. They will keep you in check-they'll make you a decent member of society."
Kathy watched with growing fascination.
Father O'Conner heated the metal he had just cut, pounding it into shape, then cooling it in a nearby tub of water. The hissing frightened Kathy. Then he began heating it once more, putting it on the table and grabbing a black iron punch. It was with that he pushed holes through the iron. Again he took the metal in the tongs, cooling it in the water, then setting it in a vise and polishing it.
Father Reilly now sat her on a box and made Kathy put her foot up on the anvil. The opened circle was passed around her ankle, then closed tight with a clamp. Before the closing Father O'Conner set a metal ring in a channel he fashioned so when the anklet was set in place the ring hung loose. Next came the rivets, shoved through the holes prepared on either side of the ring. He flattened them down with blows of the hammer that Kathy felt through every rattling bone of her body. At times she thought the priest would purposely miss and bring the hammer squarely down on her leg.
Her left ankle was girpped by that heavy band of metal. It was snug enough so it wouldn't slip, but not really tight enough to affect circulation. The way it was riveted, no one would be able to remove it except a blacksmith like Father O'Conner.
"Get her up and whip her. Let Kathy feel the kiss of the whip," Celine ordered.
Father O'Conner pushed the girl from the vise. The two men couldn't move quickly enough. They tied her wrists together in front, then threw the rope over a small beam running the length of this makeshift blacksmith shop. Father Reilly gripped the free end of the rope, pulling it hard. Kathy groaned, being dragged up until her feet were off the floor. It was awful! Her arms were stretched again, the msucles pulled even more than the other times because of the weight of the ankle chain.
"You've never really had a beating here, dear. And I find something like that is necessary for our girls here to appreciate punishment and pleasure," Mother Superior said, pursing her lips together. "Father Reilly, you'll do the honors at first ... as usual."
Something happened to Kathy, something she couldn't understand. She was almost happy that Mother had indicated him to be her chief tormentor. She hung here like meat on a hook as she sagged there in her ropes. Father looked about the room, then selected a small whip, the leather biting end approximately four feet long.
"Bitch! You want this. God in heaven, I can see it in her eyes, Mother. She wants this the way a saint wants God," he said with a laugh.
"Then give the child what she needs and wants."
Kathy cried out as he lashed the leather in the air, the whip slicing into her right tit. The girl's jaw slackened while her body snapped back from the hot, agonizing blow.
Kathy glanced down and saw his prick pressing hard against the front of his pants. She hung there, shaming herself like that as she kept staring at his cock. Father Reilly knew what was happening to the girl and he grinned.
"That's a good little slut. You can't keep your Goddamned eyes off my prick no matter what I do to you."
"You're training has been very good," Mother Superior said, watching Kathy with growing interest.
The girl moaned. Her joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she tried to jerk herself away from the whip. Father Reilly moved around her slowly like a giant cat, his eyes glistening with wild excitement. Taking the handle of the whip, he prodded her left tit. Kathy groaned, feeling the leather and metal tip press into her tit, just below her nipple. He rolled it around and a shiver of fear fluttered from her spine to her nipple.
"Now, we'll have more fun."
Father Reilly walked in front of her. His cock was straining against the material. With a quick, savage movement Father Reilly slashed the whip across both her nipples. Kathy thought he had torn them from her body and she screamed, her mind whirling about from the agony. "Yaaghghghghghh!"
Her tits bounced from the impact, each vibration sending more and more pain into her brain. Her right nipple felt as if it were half-torn from her tit. Kathy looked down nervously, relieved to find everything was all right. The pull-flattened muscles of her belly quivered as she swayed lightly from left to right. Father Reilly smiled grimly at her. He cocked his arm back once more and Kathy winced, tensing.
"Oh God, God! Stop this!"
The whip snapped down hotly against her belly flesh, this blow criss-crossing the other at a forty-five degree angle. Kathy jerked, her shoulders popping from the force of her move. Again Father Reilly struck, hitting her just behind her kneecap with the middle of the whip. Kathy kicked out, wanting to strike him anywhere.
"Damn you!" she cried.
Father pulled her away by one foot, twisting her body around, then flinging her toward the wall. Kathy struck the flagstones, her head rattling from the blow. When she came back, she was met by the whip once again. "Aghghhhhhhhh!"
"Kathy, there's no use in fighting him or me," Celine said, her eyes narrowing. "You're just at the point of learning the purpose of Saint Timothy's. Don't be a backslider, or you'll be spending more time here than you like."
"No, no!" Kathy screamed. She would surely die if they kept her here!
The arch of her foot was the next target. Father Reilly doubled the whip to make it more manageable, striking the looped end just when the girl didn't expect it. Kathy thought the whip had crushed the small bones inside. She jerked her head from side to side, the pain shooting up her leg and into her cunt. She was letting the rope slice into her wrists as he kept striking her arch and her ankle. He was going to cripple her!
"Yaghghhhhh!"
Another savage blow, this one directed against the soft spots behind her knees. Kathy jerked her legs out, scissoring them around thin air while the rope above her groaned with her swinging. He kept flogging the backs of her knees, then moved up to her thighs and finally beat at her ass with savage glee.
"The bitch has spirit," Father Reilly said, pausing for a moment while wiping the perspiration from his forehead.
"You'll all pay for this," she sobbed, twisting her head around and staring hatefully at the two of them. "You won't get away with this!"
Kathy knew she was wrong in saying this but the words just came out. She heard Father's wheezing breathing as he stared up at her. She knew he liked her defiance.
Kathy thought her skin might have split from the savage beating. She began opening and closing her asscheeks, her legs now hanging straight down toward the floor. That blazing agony of her plump ass radiated pleasantly to her clit. How her cuntal walls began tensing, rubbing slickly against one another. Kathy wondered if Father Reilly was going to fuck her asshole. She wondered what it would be like.
"Yaghhghghhh!"
Again the whip, this time just below her rib-cage. Kathy yammered for mercy, but the priest kept on.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Father Reilly concentrated now on lashing her ass, still keeping the whip looped for better control. The black leather slashed again and again against her ass, leaving long red marks and small purple welts on her shivering white skin. Kathy jerked and danced on that rope like some kind of wild puppet. Her legs kicked out frantically while she dropped her head back and shouted to the ceiling. The room was filled with the dull thwacking sound of the whip against her flesh, quickly followed by a sharp cry of pain and horror.
"Eaghghhghghghhghhh!"
The priest beat her farther up, smacking the skin around her shoulders. Kathy wanted to die. how those whip stripes across her lower back hurt! The girl swung on her rope, her toes almost brushing over the floor. With complete despair, Kathy let herself dangle now, her asscheeks opening.
That was exactly what the priest had been waiting for. He took careful aim and, with a slashing overhead stroke, Father Reilly tore the end of the whip down the valley of her asscrack. The leather caught at the base of her asshole, yanking the tender, rubbery ring out of shape. It felt as if he were tearing her bowels out with his bare hands.
"Yaghhghghghghghhghh!" Kathy screamed, her voice shrilling through the thickening air and bouncing off the cold, flagstone walls.
Tears rolled down her face as the incredible pain blasted up her spine to her brain. Kathy jerked convulsively, the top of her cuntal mound knotting up once more in pre-climactic tension.
"Look at her! She wants more even though she's screaming against it, mother."
"That's the way it is with the young. They're so confused. It's our duty to make them see the way," Celine said, nodding in approval.
Father Reilly was laughing loudly behind Kathy. He stopped the whipping just long enough to jab the end of the weapon into her asscrack. The girl's eyes widened as her legs jerked out in front of her. She tried shoving her ass out of the way but it was impossible. Then Father Reilly moved around and pushed the whip into her pussy. The feel of the cool, slick leather working into her cunt was too much for the girl. Kathy growled, working her thighs against one another while Father fucked the whip in and out, in and out of her pussy.
"She likes the leather so much she wants to get fucked with it," he commented wryly.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
How Kathy hated her own reactions! He was rubbing the long, thick handle in and out, purposely making the leather rub up against her cut. There was nothing more she could do than give into the feeling of being fucked by the whip.
Kathy grunted as Father Reilly tore the whip away from the grasp of her cunt. Kathy's leg had jerked up involuntarily from the violent withdrawal. Her cuntal muscles were still quivering, adding to the hot spasms already washing through her pussy. It was awful! She was rutting once more in front of them all, shaming herself while her body twisted slowly on the overhead rope.
"Please, no more. Just no more. I can't take any more of this," Kathy sobbed.
She rested her head against one overhead stretched arm, her nostrils flaring with pain. Father Reilly ignored her, moving around and jamming the whip against the girl's asshole once more. The beaten ring of rubbery muscle felt as if it were being driven up into her belly. He was dying to tear the asshole lining loose.
Kathy clawed upward, her fingers gripping the rough rope. The iron ring around her legs kept her from pulling herself up. Kathy groaned as the priest worked inches of the whip into her asshole. Her legs kicking out when he jammed at least four inches of the weapon into her ass.
"Uhhhhh!"
Father Reilly yanked the crop out of her asshole, making the girl's hips jerk and jiggle from the force of that withdrawal. A twisted, lusty feeling in and around her shitter made her cunt burn even more.
"Stop it!" she cried.
But Kathy knew Father Reilly and Mother Superior would continue until their own lusts were satisfied.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Father Reilly puffed behind her, his hands stroking her ass. And then she felt his nose fitting in between her asscheeks. He was licking her there, drawing his tongue in and around her ass. She felt the warm, slick licking over her injured asshole, then twitched the moment Father stiffened his tongue and slipped it into her ass!
"Oh!"
Kathy's face registered her surprised delight at the touch of his tongue flicking in and out of her asshole. His tongue moved at times to her cunt, touching her clit.
"How does she taste down there, Father?" Celine asked, sliding her ass from the box.
"Good, very good. She had a warm ass and a hot pussy."
"A combination we should both enjoy, don't you think?"
Father overheard the girl groan at the Mother's suggestion and slapped her playfully on her injured butt, giving her asshole another lick before stepping around and starting to unfasten the rope around the winch. Slowly he cranked the girl down.
"Uhhhhhh!" .
The bonds were taken from her hands. Mother was standing to one side, her legs spread. It was at this point Kathy realized the older woman had taken off her leather panties. She stood there now, stark naked, except for a black leather collar similar to the one Kathy was wearing. Her cunt was glistening, wet with juice. Mother was hot and that knowledge made Kathy groan.
"This way, Kathy. Mother and I have a sure way to make certain you remain humble when you think of us and our school."
Celine had opened a small door in the wall that led to another room. Stepping through the doorway, Kathy saw it was something like the shower room the priests had cruelly hosed her down in. Only this room was much smaller and there were no coiled hoses. Kathy breathed with relief, standing there with her arms at her sides. She examined her body briefly. There were the red marks all over her flesh, the signs of having been beaten savagely. Her toes curled against the floor as she waited.
It was odd how she could feel the pain and humiliation, and yet still feel the throbbing pulse of excitement pounding lewdly through her cunt. She rubbed her fingers against her thighs, staring hotly in front of her. It was then she noticed an old-fashioned bathtub sitting at the far end of the room. Pipes from its base ran into the floor. Kathy turned her head around and saw Celine and Father Reilly coming toward her.
"Glad to see you've noticed the tub, Kathy. I can see in your eyes you're wondering what's happening here," Mother Superior said, guiding the girl toard the white porcelain tub.
"What?"
"Just step inside, dear. Step in and we'll do the rest."
Kathy raised one leg, then the other, her flesh puckering the moment her feet touched the cold, slick white porcelain. She stood there in the tub stupidly, wondering what to do next.
"Just sit, Kathy. Put your ass down and sit."
The girl moved quickly, hearing the tone of exasperation in Mother Superior's voice. Sitting on the cold surface, she folded her legs under her, dropping her hands in her lap and waiting. Father Reilly came up first, having shed his trousers before moving to the tub. Mother Superior reached over, gently fitting her long, slender fingers around his cockrod. He groaned, closing his eyes as she tugged at his cockskin. Kathy saw a drop of pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit and suddenly felt wildly jealous.
"Don't worry, Kathy. We aren't going to deprive you of anything," Mother said, taking note of the girl's pained expression.
"Please...."
Father turned toward her, holding his prick loosely in one hand.
"We're not talking about sex right now, Kathy. At least not fucking."
The flutter in her cunt was growing more and more intense, making her pussy feel like a blast furnace of slippery heat.
"Now, Father."
Celine stepped to the edge of the tub, then climbed in, kicking Kathy back until she was straddling the girl. Kathy looked up at the swollen cuntlips, the dark red pussymeat glistening with juice.
"This is the final humiliation-from one woman to another."
Mother Superior bent her legs slightly. Then in a moment Kathy felt something, something she couldn't believe! Mother Superior was pissing on her! The woman was sending a thick, yellow spray of urine down onto her belly. Kathy covered her face with both hands, twisting around and trying to claw her way from the tub. But her fingers slipped on the curved edges and she slipped back into the oily pool of piss gathering around her ass.
"There, Kathy, you see what I mean? You see the humiliation we're putting you through? We want you to remember this and everything else that happened to you here."
"No, uhhhhhhh!"
The stench was terrible. Mother Superior caught Kathy between her legs, holding the girl in a kind of wrestler's lock while she kept on pissing on her. Kathy sobbed, putting one fist in her mouth and trying to control her screams. Pissed on! And by Mother Superior. Kathy caught glimpses of Father Reilly grinning down at her like some kind of god.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Mother caught Kathy by the hair, jerking her head up and pressing her mouth against her piss-stained pussyslit. Kathy coughed, choking on the smell, but at the same time reveling in it. She could also smell the arousal of the older woman's cunt. Mother's legs trembled, her long white thighs shivering as she rode Kathy's face. The girl stuck her tongue in the hot cuntslit, finding her reward immediate.
Mother groaned, jerking her cunt back and forth, up and down against the teen's nose. At the same time the woman was calling Kathy terrible names, names that should have stung her pride but now made her gasp with delight. Mother Superior was cuming, climaxing in her mouth! Kathy could feel the woman's rumbling cuntal walls.
"Ohhhh, that's good, Kathy, very good. A little slave like you can certainly lick pussy," Mother Superior said, giving her hips another hunch, then releasing the gasping teen.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Fine, Mother, but not what a man can do."
The urnine was dribbling down the drain in front of the girl as Father Reilly climbed into the tub, straddling his legs on either side of Kathy. The girl gingerly used the backs of her fingers to try to clean herself off. Looking up, Kathy saw any attempt at cleaning herself was useless. Kathy cringed back, putting one hand to her face as Father Reilly cupped in cock and balls in one hand while rubbing his fingers over his hairy chest.
"You do everything I tell you and make this enjoyable for both of us. If not, it's back to the stocks and pulleys for you. Understand, Kathy?"
"Yes," she said, dropping her hand from her face.
"Good. This might be your last evening here at Saint Timothy's. You must be prepared to obey us. You did well with Mother. Now do well with me."
"Yes, Father."
"Very well, then." He was completely controlled, his voice low, steady, his eyes staring at hers. "Don't move."
"No, no, Father."
Kathy sucked in her breath as the hot yellowish stream cascaded over her belly. First Mother Superior, then this priest. Kathy shuddered, feeling the hot, oily piss trickling down her belly. She shivered agian, her eyelids blinking. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of the urine.
"I said not to move, Kathy."
She shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out with rage. The thin hot spray stung across her nipples, slicked down the deep valley between her tits, then covered her cunt. When he brought his spray up to her mouth, the girl covered her lips with one hand, gagging. "No!"
Father Reilly slapped her hand away, striking her hard across the chin, then directing the spray right into her mouth!
"Drink it, bitch! Drink it!"
To save her soul she knew she had to do as he bid her. Taking deep breaths, Kathy felt the piss striking her chin, the droplets ricocheting and wetting down her nose and eyelids. Her jaws parted more and then the piss shot in, swirling around the top surface of her tongue, splashing against her tonsils and trickling down her throat. Kathy managed to keep her throat closed for the most part but still urine splashed back out over her front teeth, dribbling down her chin and wetting her knees.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Just as Father went dry her cunt erupted in orgasm. Kathy whipped her hips, throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. She screwed her eyes into a squint while her hands cupped her cunt. With her thumbs the girl peeled back her pussylips.
"Let me, Kathy."
Pressing his palm against the wall for support he raised one foot, guiding one big toe into her cunt. Through the red mist she saw Father's cock rock-hard, the purple tip looking as if it were about to blow apart. Then his toenail crushed her clit and Kathy fell to pieces. Her legs shot out, nearly knocking the priest over. She wallowed, splashing in the piss like a happy bird as she came and came and came. Father Reilly managed to grip her hair, jerking her head forward and forcing her mouth onto his prick. It wasn't long before he was shooting in her mouth, filling her throat with his cum.
"Mmfmfmmfmfmfffffff!"
Kathy laughed and choked and sobbed and cried, her world exploding again and again and again. She was dimming hard and fast, the blows of her orgasm knocking the wind from her. And what was so good was the priest's cock jerking and shooting between her tightening lips. Oh, how sweet, how good it was having Father Reilly's cock in her mouth!
When it was over he let her go, shaking the last few drops of cum from his prick onto her face. Kathy slid the rest of the way into the piss-stained tub, feeling exhaustion wash over her.
"Well, Mother?"
"I think she might be ready for a ... final examination tomorrow. If she passes, she can leave by the end of the day. That would please you, dear?"
Mother was putting her leather panties back on. Kathy looked wearily at the two tormentors and turned away. Yes, it would be welcomed. But the thought of leaving this relative sexual freedom for the restrictions of her parents' house was somehow depressing. How could she explain it? Was she actually thinking of remaining here with Father?
A final exam. At least there would be one more day and night. Kathy groaned, climbing from the tub, hoping they would allow her a shower. Her slave ring around her ankle clanked over the tub's lip. The school she had dreaded was now her home. Perhaps she would fail her exam and prove she needed more treatment. This was something Kathy thought of as she passed Mother with a secret smile. Perhaps....
