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 -------- 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............ Replies to ROKME1@AOL.com