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Saint Anus

Abbey

(An Erotic Horror Story)

by

Hunsi

(Bad Robot)

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Part I

The Saint Anus Abbey

High atop a craggy mountain cliff in the Pyrénees, the ages-old castle, Saint Anus, shadowed over the villages below like a circling bird of prey with a cold eye set upon the most vulnerable.

For the children who lived in the villages below it was a thing of nightmares, ghostly, cold, a lair for monsters. For their parents, it was the home for the saintly brethren whose mission it was to care for the children made orphans, as well as the children whose parents were simply to poor to provide.

As are story opens, we see a horse-drawn carriage winding its way up the cliffside trail. As it comes to a stop outside the front vestibule of that ancient stone gray edifice, we see Alejandro, the director of the 'Hermanos de Compassión' (Brothers of mercy), descend the carriage steps where he is met by Hugo, a compatriot who is waiting for the freckle face package in pigtails to be delivered.

"Eh, You got me cozy, do'yah?" He called out to Alejandro, once the dust had cleared.

"Aye, that I do," he replied as he stepped down off the coach and began dusting himself off. "It all comes to you wrapped in pretty ribbons n' bows too," he said as he came up alongside the hunched over, offensively foul looking monk.

That, of course, was a kindly description of the man. So said, because in truth, the short, squat, flat-footed hunched over monk had the look of a toad. Complete with webbed-toes, and a pair of wandering eyes that looked in both directions at once.

Still, he was liked by all in their 'charitable' brotherhood for the contributions he made, or more to the point, the contributions made by his insatiable libido and ravenous cock. A cock that was forever on the look out the next lil’ Princess or Prince Charming to dip his wick into, and what he saw stepping down out of the coach cabin fit that bill to a tee.

"Come along, Ariana," Alejandro called out, waving her over. "It's time you meet your new keeper."

"Ahhh, yes!" Hugo gloated. "I do believe this lil' sop is going to keep me cock goodly drained."

"Yes, well, just try not to ruin this one before the day is past. I won't be visiting the village again until months end."

"I'll be doing me best," he said, as he took hold of her hand and led her through the vertible door and down the spiral well to his cell; the place that was to be her keeping until he grew weary of her and asked for another."

As he watched Hugo and and his rag depart, a group of bare foot, bare ass, 6th form* girls who were on recess came running up scarcely able to contain themselves.

"Master Alejandro!" The lead girl exclaimed excitedly, while jumping about like a jack-in-the box.

"You should have been there, you should have seen it, sir."

"See what, my child?"

“The miracle, the miracle, you should have seen it!

“Miracle?” Well tell me, was it an apparition, the holly ghost, what child, what?”

“No, Father, it was Gabriella.”

“Something is wrong, is Gabriella ailing?”

“No, Father, she shot the ball, and what a blast it was too! Like a cannonball shot from a cannon, and without a single bounce. You should have seen it. It was a miracle, I tell you, a miracle,”she said ended it there, only now a bit more subdued, with her entwined fingers held under her chin.

"No bounces?"

"No sir, not a single one, and a straight and true shot it was." Then as if looking to provide verifiable proof, she turned toward the girl in her clique who was the topic under discussion. "Show him Gabby, show the master how it pops like a gun."

The girl, Gabby, stepped up looking rather quiet and reserved, though seemingly quite eager to share her accompishment with the Director.

"Would you like to see, Master Alejandro?" Gabby asked, blushingly and shyly to a degree.

"Why, of course, yes, I'd love to see nothing more. Just lie back on the grass right here and play catch with me."

And that she did, lying on the grass upon her back, she pressed her heels to her ass. Then with her heels dug in to the sod, she trusted up her rump until only the crown of her head and the heels of her feet touched ground, her body forming a backward inclined semicircle.

The firing position is what it was called in class, and it wasn't true until only her quim and the bulge of her anus stood center stage. Particularly the abnormally long and thick clitorus that stood up stiff as a prick, the product of the long hours sitting in class with her clit sucked into the depths of a teat cup while she listened to the hum of the milker.

But where the spotlight really shown was on what protruding bulge that rose up from the crack of her ass. Her anal ring, stretched to the snapping point by the red rubber squeeze-ball that had taken a herculean effort by her teacher just to get fist-sized ball to squeeze in, was now pressing mightly outward against that overly stressed anal ring to escape its confines.

But blast out? Like a cannon ball? No, that was solely the province of those who’d mastered their training, and for those who hadn’t as yet, it was destine to simply squeeze out like a hen laying an egg.

Of course, it needn’t be said that the saintly 'Hermanos de compassión' (Brothers of mercy) weren’t in the business of raising more egg laying hens. No! They were in the business of rasing the finest cock squeezing butt-holes found anywhere under the heavenly skies. And thus, the anal training to strengthen the rectual muscle and their control over them.

A skill that but a few manage to master in their formative years, but apparently that was exactly what Gabriella was intent upon demonstrating, the skill no others in her class has as yet been able to master.

With her eyes and her fist squeezed tight, her face, showing the strain of exertion, she labor mightly to get her anal muscles to comply, to flex to her her wishes. To get them to pull the ball back in full, then when ready, let loose the clench of her anal ring, and press down hard on the trigger to blast the intrusion out. And that's exactly what happened.

Pow! Out it shot, landing squarely in the palm of Alejandro's hand without a bounce from over a meter away!

"My word, that ass of your's is a lethal weapon, young lady," he said, chuckling. I mean, with anal muscles like that, you could peel a banana, or skin a cock and make a man scream hallelujah!"

"When you graduate your class next month, I'll be sure to add your name to the list of 6th formers* who are ready to be procured by the more playful satyrs; those who fancys a game of catch before doing their worse. That is unless you perfer placement in the pound, where the hounds can get their exercise chasing the balls you toss."

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With the girls now called back to class by the ring of a bell, Alejandro continued on his way, though now, with his erect cock wagging beneath his robe.

It was a problem in need of a fix, and quickly, least he spill on the floor. So once past though the entrance vestibule, he walked further on to his cell where a naked Liliana stood with head bowed forever awaiting his arrival.

At the sound of his key turning the lock, she dare roll her eyes up just a notch to watch the arrival of her thoroughly severe director; A Man of broad proportions and ascetically cruel features. From the recesses of his eyes, near blackened, to the hard chiveled plains of his face, he looked a serious man who never asked twice.

You'd think that one so delicate as herself would be petrified by fright just by the look of him, but she wasn't. Having serviced him singularly for over a year, she knew well how to handle the beast."

"Ah, my pet. Come I shall ruffle your ears while you suck my cock. But be sure, no paws, no claws, just the tight grip of your throat. Now come, you bitch, you need be quick with it, as I've yet to visit the punishment room in the cellar, and likewise, the gymnasium where they're expecting me at this very moment."

Then spotting the sand-glass timer sitting atop a bureau, he reached out and turned it over. Then, taking note of the martinet sitting juxtaposed, he picked that that up as well, taking a moment to affectionally caress the eight thongs of woven cowhide.

"Aye," he said, with a glint in his eyes. "I'm sure you'll be quite quick with giving me your best won’t you?" He said with a cutting glare, while holding it up to her face."

"Now, the sands are already trickling down. That's 5 minutes to drain me."

"And remember, spill but one drop and I'll whip you until you drip red, and glows a plum blue," he scowled with eyes now peering coldly, and with a venomous sneer worthy the most depraved machiavellian sadism who was about to exact his worst."

But, for all the malignant intent she saw in his eyes, heard in his voice, one would think Lilianna would've been out of her mind with fright, dropping her shit right there upon the floor. But her eyes weren't floored with tears, nor did the piles flow.

And now you want to know why?"

Because if there was anything Lilianna knew, it was how to handle the beast!!!

So with the broadest of smiles, and a lick of her lips, she dove right under his robe and latched right onto his cock to siphon out her lunch."

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The Gymnasium

"Director Alejandro, we are graced by your presence," Brother Alonzo said with his head lowered out of respect.

"Yes, well I'm a bit late. So, you will help me catch up, wouldn't you, eh?"

"Surly,” he answered amicably. “Come along, I'm about to start the grading. First stop, the fifth-form* boys," he said as he walked off with a clip board in hand toward the assembled group of boys off to the right. That is, if you could call them boys. So said because, plainly speaking, there didn't seem to be much a boy left in them.

One boy in particular, a handsome lad who looked to show all the promise of becoming a man's man. His smile bright, his physique well defined. In fact, he possessed such an appeal, one could almost be forgiven for overlooking his unusally long braided hair, fashioned as it was into a pair of pink ribboned pigtails.

Likewise you could be forgiven for having overlooked the fact that the boy was otherwise naked. His bare naked buns, with his anus bulging out between, was stuffed with a plug the thickness of Alejandro's arm. The plug, a rubber mallet, was so thick and of such a weight that the boy had to walk high atop his toes to help alleviate the josling.

But more surprising yet was the sight if his nipples. His nipples, like the clitorus of the girl's, were likewise subject to the daily ministrations of a teat cup attached to the milker while sitting at his desk immersed in his studies.

"What a fine lad, eh?" The old pederist said, while grabbing hold of the gumdrop-size nipples to give them a pull.

"Nice, aye? he said, after giving them a long hard tug.

"Now, watch this," he followed, with a nod toward his shiveled up lil' prick. ‘She'll’ take but a minute to harden, and another to cum.

“Right, my lil' filly?” he asked, teasingly, as he gave a pigtail a tug.

“You going to give the horsey a good ride today, huh?" He carried with the pestering, stirring a sigh from the boy he refered to as 'she', and whose little prick was promptly set upon by Brother Alonzo's stroking fingers to get it to rise.

"Oh yes, she is going to give that horsey a fine ride," he chuckled as his little turtle peeked its head from out its shell.

"Alonzo," Alejandro cut in, his attentions still fixed on the girls. "I think your timing might not be quite right. You see, the girl's are not quite done with the exercise as of yet, nor do they look to be done anytime soon. And as you can see, the horsey, the teeter-totter exercise you refer to, still has a number of young ladies bottoms to plunder.”

“Yes, I can see that,” he said, his eyes fixed on a pair of girls riding the horse with their rumps sitting on the saddle, their asses stuffed with the horse size phallus attached to the seat.

"No problem there, Alejandro. She will fit right in with the other young ladies!"

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Chapter 3

The punishment room in the cellar . . .

Alejandro entered the punishment room buried deep in the cellar unaccompanied and unannounced.

It wasn’t a scheduled visit, but one he thought he need make after seeing Father Iglesias, the parish physician, arrive unannounced early that morning. As to why, he hadn’t a clue, but he felt he should made it his business to find out. After all, if something had gone wrong regarding the health of someone under his keep, or a monk in his order, he above all should know.

When he entered he found the stone tomb usually quite. Other than the sound of a few sniffles coming from one young lady sitting the bed of nettles, and a few whimpers coming from the rear where the dog pens and pillory poles were to be found, not much else was heard.

That is, other than a scattering of laughter coming from within the lounge, the room off to his right that the frier’s referred to as their man-cave.

When he entered, he found Friers Rafael, Maximillan and Cesar sitting around the table, and standing before them, Father Iglesias was serving as lecturer. Whatever the top of discussion, it apparently had the three glued to their seat, thoroughly captivated.

“Ah, Director Alejandro,” Father Iglesias cut though chatter when he spotted Alejandro walking through the door. “I’m glad you were able to find the time to attend.”

“Yes, yes, glad to see you as well. But what brings you to Saint Anus, unannounced at that?

“Well, I’m come by way of a request from Brother Rafael. He’d heard through the grapevine about a new procedure I’ve developed that greatly expands our options when it comes to clitoral enlargement.

“Do tell,” Alejandro replied, smiling broadly. “My all means, I’m all ears. Please, carry on.”

“Thank you. Now then, where was I? Oh yes, Cesar had just asked how it is that I am able to craft the instrument that doesn’t just dangle down like a limp worm, but juts out forward like a true stiff, stout, manly cock?”

“Yes, good question there, Cesar. That’s the question I would like to ask as well. So, do tell doctor, how does one turn a limp worm into a hard, ridgit man pole?”

“Yes, well, that is indeed the question; one I believe I’ve an answer. It’s the product of a new procedure I’ve developed which is quite easy to perform, and can easily be restored its original state.”

“Now please, allow me to explain,” he then said, as he reached down to retrieve a Display Board he had placed beside his chair and set it upon the table. The Display Board, penned in ink and illustrated in great detail, had all his talking points underlined and each with arrows pointing to the relevant parts of the female anatomy.

Then upon picking up a pointer, he stood beside the chart and made pointer reference to the matter under discussion. “As you can see the female anatomy is not constructed to support the weight of the rotund monsters you wish to construct; Least not one that a young lady can use to give a proper fuck.”

“So to accommodate such a construct, certain modifications need be made. And I do that by adding a few stitches, here and here,” he said while pointing out the areas to which they would be applied.”

“One group of stitches are made slightly forward of the clitorial hood to angle it forward. And then with the clitorus pointing in line with the natural contour of the labia, I further stitch together the foreward most part of the labia majora, below which the newly positioned clitorus now lie.”

“Now, please note that the aft portion of the labia majora remain unaltered so that she retains full access her virgina, as do you, to plunger it as you will.”

“In short, what we’re created is a cradle to house a man shaft that thrust out vertically from the body while her puss retains all its natual functionality. And it matters not the size or the weight of the truncheon you fashion.”

“Bravo, doctor,” Alejandro applauded, obviously taken in by the wonder of it all.

“Aye,” said Friers Rafael, “but that girl in the picture. That little weenie she’s sporting can hardly be called a man shaft. Perhaps for stroking, but definitely not poking.

“It’s just an illustration, Rafael, but yes, I get your point. What are the limitations to the procedure? To be honest, I simply do not know.”

“Thus far, the friers at Saint Marco have been content with a poker that approximates the size and weight of a lunch sausage. But if you see the need for something larger, something that approximates the length and weight of a policman’s billy, then further study will need to be done.”

“Perhaps I may be able to convince you to help me investigate whatever limitations there might be. How long, how heavy, important questions that you, among few, can help in my efforts to craft the prefect girl cock to fuck girls and boys alike.”

“Aye, doctor. That I’ll do!”

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Part II

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* footnote:

1. Wikipedia, Sixth Form. "Sixth Form represents 2 years of post GCSE (General Certificate of Secondary Education) where students are between 16 and 17 years of age."

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