From HQYG14A@prodigy.com Fri May 02 06:26:03 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Relief Girl 1/? (pedo, semi-nc, nuns)
From: HQYG14A@prodigy.com (Jeffrey T. Mallaber)
Date: 2 May 1997 10:26:03 GMT
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This story contains themes of semi-nonconsensual sex between nuns and a 
teenage girl. If that freaks you out, skip it. It was inspired by a 
speech from the movie "The People vs. Larry Flint" spoken by 
Althea, Larry's wife. I dedicate the story to her, and to Courtney Love 
for her brilliant portrayal.

The Relief Girl

By Nigel Manfredsengen


Marnie lay in bed, wide awake, hoping that she would not hear the 

footsteps tonight. The nights were always the worst in her new home. 

The nights brought dreams of the night her family died, and a reality 

of which she lived in dread. Tonight was Wednesday, and Wednesday was 

Sister Eunice.A year ago, she had been a healthy, happy 12 year old 
with the world as 
her oyster. But her father's business was declining 
steadily and with 
it, his sanity. Finally, ruined in the market and 
broken in spirit, he 
had snapped. He came home from work early and 
loaded a shotgun. He 
killed Marnie's mother and sister and then 
himself. Marnie had been 
playing at a neighbor's house or she would 
have died too. Sometimes she 
wished she had.After she had been called 
upon to identify the bodies of her family 
members, Marnie, alone in 
the world,  had been whisked away to the 
convent of the Sisters of 
Saint Emile. They took her in as a relief 
case. Sister Margaret had 
said to her with a smile that first day, "You 
will be our relief 
girl." And so it was.It started on the third night she was there. 
Apparently they had 
allowed her two nights to acclimate herself to the 
new surroundings and 
to reflect on her personal tragedy. Sister 
Elizabeth came to her just 
before midnight on the third night.Sitting 
on Marnie's bed and gently stroking the child's hair, Sister 
Elizabeth 
explained that everyone in the convent had responsibilities.
She told Marnie that, in exchange for room and board, she would be 
required
to provide "relief" to the sisters. Naturally, Marnie asked what she 
meant.

Smiling, Sister Elizabeth turned back the covers and looked down at 
Marnie.
Sister Elizabeth was in her 50's, a stout woman with a round cherubic 
face.
She reached down and gently took hold of the hem of Marnie's night 
shirt.
Slowly, she raised it until Marnie's coltish thighs were exposed. 
Sliding her
hand up the inside on one milk-smooth thigh, the sister brought her 
fingers to
the childs puffy virgin lips. The sister began to rub and probe at the 
young
girl's innocent sex, her smile never wavering.

"Now do you understand Marnie?" the sister asked.

Marnie was still confused. Then, Sister Elizabeth stood up and began to 
remove
her blouse. She had large breasts concealed in a white bra which 
quickly
joined the blouse on the floor. Next came the nun's skirt, and she 
paused briefly,
standing above the child in black panties, stockings and garter belt, 
smiling.

"Please take off your nightshirt Marnie," she said. Marnie did as she 
was told,
laying there naked.

The sister then proceeded to slide her large panties over her hips and 
down her
pudgy thighs and to the floor. She was naked but for her stockings and 
her
crucifix necklace. Marnie stared at her big round breasts, bobbing on 
her soft
white belly. Her eyes trailed down to the thick dark triangle of bush 
that
guarded the nun's sex.

Slowly Sister Elizabeth reached down with both hands and parted her 
meaty pussy
lips, revealing the moist pink inside to the little girl. Marnie stared 
in
a kind of daze as the sister began to work and manipulate her pussy and 
the wetness
gleamed on her fingers.

"You see Marnie," the Sister said, seemingly out of breath. "We sisters 
have
urges. And it will be your job to provide us with relief for those 
urges. Now
do you understand?"

At the age of 12, Marnie had just begun to become aware of her own 
sexuality.
She lay there in bed trembling as the nun continued to stroke and prod 
at herself.

"Marnie," the sister said. "I want you to open your mouth and stick 
your tongue out."

Marnie did as she was told. The nun then maneuvered herself onto the 
bed so that her
knees straddled the little girl's upturned face. Her wet, yawning 
vagina hovered inches
from Marnie's face. The child looked up and saw the soft pink walls 
coated with
juice, the swollen clit, standing at angry attention.

"Where my fingers are Marnie, I want you to lick me," the nun breathed. 
"I want
you to concentrate here." With that she ran the tip of her finger up 
and
over her clit, causing her to tremble. Then, quivering with 
anticipation, she
lowered herself slowly, until she felt the little girl's tongue on her 
open cunt.

Marnie was terrified. The smell of the nun's aroused sex was foreign 
and pungent
in her nose. She feared that the heavy woman would smother her. Finally 
the woman
pressed her sex against Marnie's hanging tongue, and snapped Marnie 
from her trance.
Marnie began to lick as she was told, finding the swollen bud of the 
nun's clit and
lapping at it like a new puppy.

Sister Elizabeth began to rock and moan as the little girl's mouth 
worked at her
intimate opening. She was pinching her nipples with both hands as 
Marnie administered
to her pussy. The nun's hips began to hunch back and forth 
involuntarily,
smearing the evidence of her lust all over Marnie's face. Marnie 
learned quickly
to draw large breaths when she could. She licked harder and faster, 
hoping
that it would be over soon.

Finally she found the clitoris again and whipped it viciously with the 
tip of her
tongue. Sister Elizabeth cried out, a deep guttural moan. She gripped 
Marnie's head
on either side and pressed the child's face into her spasming cunt. 
Wave after wave
of intense orgams rippled through the sister's body. When it was over, 
the sister stood
back up, appearing somewhat shaky on her feet. She dressed quickly, and 
used the covers
to wipe her essence from the child's face.

She returned Marnie's nightshirt and watched as the little girl put it 
on and crawled
back under the covers. Tucking her in, she patted the girl on the 
forehead.

"This will be your duty from now on dear," Sister Elizabeth said in a 
gentle whisper.
"When one of the sisters needs relief she will come to your room, and 
you will do
what she asks. Do you understand?" Marnie nodded in understanding and 
Sister Elizabeth
left the room with a very satisfied smile on her cherubic face.

That had been the beginning. It had been over a year now, and a routine 
had developed.
Not all of the nuns used the services of the relief girl. Some came to 
her only
once in a while. But several were regulars. Sister Elizabeth was 
Saturday nights.
Sister Maureen was Monday afternoons. And Sister Eunice was Wednesday 
nights. Marnie
hated Wednesday nights. Hated to hear the sound of Sister Eunice 
orthopedic shoes as
she approached Marnie's room. Hated Sister Eunice.

Tonight was Wednesday. Wednesday was Sister Eunice...


More to come............

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