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The
Sisterhood of Spite.
Chapter 2.
Hostile Takeover.
It was a really beautiful day. Such days were quite
common in the
The two
women strolled in the beautiful Roman garden, cutting the roses that filled the
shimmering air with their heady fragrance. Obviously of ‘Patrician’ class, they
dressed in expensive but modest roman style dresses, their hair, also in the
roman style, piled high on their noble heads, both women moved with natural
confidence. Some little distance away, two gardeners, female slaves, worked
happily, tending the long lawns.
Both the
patrician women were extremely beautiful, in that soft, full curvy, feminine
way, that was so admired. Even their modesty of dress could not hide their
voluptuous figures. Celia, the older of the two, was a pale skinned brunette,
her hair a rich, dark brown. She was the mistress of the Estate and at
thirtyfive was almost two decades older than her seventeen year old companion.
Clair was one of those golden haired, strawberry blondes that are often seen
among the Celtic races. Born a Slave in
A soft but
firm female voice is heard.
“A holo-message has come from Paris, Mistress.” It is
the voice of ‘Eve’ the Estate Computer.
Celia looks
up with a frown. “
“Yes,
Mistress.” Eve answers. “It is your Sister-in-Law, Reverent Mother Claudia. Do
you wish to see it?”
“No, I do
not.” Answered Celia, her lovely face showing her distaste.
“Just tell me what she says.”
“She
says she is coming to visit you.” Intoned the disembodied voice of the
Computer. “She says she will be here at 1400 hours today.”
Celia
flushed with anger. “What does that terrible woman want here?” She snapped.
“She knows I hate her!”
She
turned towards her ward. “Come, my dear. We had better go and prepare.”
As the
women walked through the front foyer of the villa a middle aged man and a
female servant in her forties hurried towards them. These were Henry, Celia’s
house steward and Amanda her housekeeper. Both were slaves but fiercely loyal
to their Mistress. Amanda took the flowers from the women.
“Is every
thing alright, Mistress?” The housekeeper asked with a worried look.
“I don’t
know, Amanda.” Celia answered truthfully. “My Sister-in-law is arriving at
2.0-clock. That can’t be good. We had better be ready for anything.”
“Yes,
Mistress. Eve informed us.” Henry nodded. “Has the Master said anything about
this?”
“No Henry,
he hasn’t.” Celia shook her lovely head. “I’ve not heard a word.”
As she
hurried through the house, her ward running to keep up, Celia’s mind was in turmoil.
‘Wasn’t that just like Michael’ she thought. She cursed her stupid, gentle
Husband for his infuriating attitude towards her. She could almost hear him
now. “Don’t you worry your pretty head over business matters, my dear.” The
silly man. She had known for some time that something was wrong. He’d always
been very good to her. Kind and considerate and that was almost unheard of in
this day and age. And then, the fact that he had not been in touch for two
days. She had not been able to reach him on the holo-gram and now a visit from
that bloody, evil woman. Things looked ominous. She was worried for him. Not
that they had ever loved each other, their marrage had been arranged, a
business alliance between two powerful families, but she was very fond of him. A
man who treated his wife as well as Michael treated her was a rare catch
indeed.
“Celia.”
Called Clair, running behind her. “Celia. Please.”
The older
woman stopped and turned around. She suddenly realized that her ward was
calling her name.
“I’m
sorry, child.” She said, putting her hand to her head. “What is it?”
“What is
the matter, Celia?” Clair asked, with a bemused look. “Why the concern over
Mother Claudia coming here? She’s a great woman. A holo-channel celebrity and a
heroine of the Empire.”
“Great
woman? Heroine of the…..?” Celia rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “By the Gods!”
She cried with exasperation. “Do you really want to know what she is? Do you
really want to know what she does in this world?”
Taking
the girl by her arm, Celia led her into a side room and sat her on a sofa.
Sitting down beside her, she took the younger woman’s hand and looked earnestly
into her eyes.
“Darling.” She said. “This woman is one of the most evil people in this
vile world. What she and her vile order do is help to implement a regime of
terror against all women on this planet in support of all the wicked, wicked
anti-women laws that this evil line of Emperors has been inflicting on us since
the end of the Corporate War.”
“But,
surely, that’s a good thing.” Clair looked bewildered at her friend. “We women
are so weak and naturally lustful, that we have to be kept in our place….or
we’d bring down the Empire again. Just as we almost betrayed it during the
war…and... and that is why the Reverent Mother and her order have to do those
terrible things.”
“Oh, my
dear.” Celia sighed, sadly. “You’ve been watching too much of those horrible
holo-channel programs. All three Emperors have been rabid misogynists, not to
mention paranoid maniacs and all Claudia and her likes are doing is ingratiating
themselves with this Emperor and in so doing maintaining their own wealth and
power. How else could women like her still control great estates? When the laws
of the Empire clearly state that women can not own anything. That we,
ourselves, are merely chattel.”
Celia
looked at Clair, sadly. “They’ve rewritten history since the war, my dear.” She
said. “We haven’t much time, but I’ll try to tell you the truth of just what
did happen. As my Mother once told me.”
Celia cast
her mind back and sighed.
“Long
ago.” She began. “About six hundred years, to be more precise. There was a great
political philosopher named Karl Marks. He said, that if people did not
overthrow capitalism by revolution, then capitalism would eventually fall apart
of its own corruption. He said that capitalism had to expand to exist and the
world was, after all, only so big.”
She smiled
sadly at her ward.
“Well.” She
continued. “The old man was so right. A few hundred years of hardship and
misery later, while capitalism had became more and more vicious and
reactionary, there was only two companies left. They had, between them, swallowed
up all the other companies on earth. Each of these companies owned half of the
world and, as was the nature of the beast, each tried to take over the other.
They struggled by fair means and foul, but they were too evenly matched. So,
when things came to an impasse, they went to war. That was ninety-two years
ago. The two companies were ‘International Imperial’ and ‘Global
Conglomerates’. Our families, Michael’s and mine, were on the board of
directors of Imperial. So they did know what went on.”
Celia
frowned as she tried to explain. “Imperial owned and controlled all
Clair
watched her friend intently as the older woman ran her fingers across her
forehead, as if to calm her thoughts.
“Global
had more women directors than men.” Celia continued. “And what’s more their
company President was a woman. An American by the name of….”
“Kathleen
Kelsall.” Put in Clair, quickly. “Yes, I know. Every one knows that.”
“Well, because each side was greedy for the
others possessions, they were only using weapons that killed people but didn’t
destroy property.” Celia explained. “The longer it went on, the more and more
people died. Oh, nether side cared about that. The world was teaming with
people. As long as they could accumulate wealth, that’s all that mattered.
Profit was everything. But things were becoming impossible. The two companies
were like two stags with locked horns. The war was deadlocked.”
“What
happened?” Asked Clair. “I know we won.”
“Did
we?” Smiled Celia, sadly. “I sometimes wonder.” She looked at her ward and
resumed her story. “Well, Kathleen Kelsall tried a bold plan that nearly cost
us the war. She had her agents secretly contact the women directors of Imperial
and offered them great inducements to secretly change
sides and undermine their own forces. It nearly came off. But a male director
of Global tipped off the agents of Imperial’s President, Stanley Borge. Borge
was able to turn the tables on Global and win the war. Even though victory was
beyond doubt, Borge did an insane and wicked thing. As a punishment for their
loyalty to Global, he had
“I see.”
Said Clair. “Then that is why, although wild life flourishes there, humans will
not be able to go there for another two hundred years. But I was taught that it
was Kathleen Kelsall that ordered that done.”
“Yes.”
Celia sighed. “There was a lot of history rewritten after the war. It helped
them to do anything they wanted to do.”
She
leaned towards her ward. “Now Imperial ruled the world. Borge lost no time
changing ‘Imperial’ into ‘The Empire’ and proclaiming himself Emperor of the
world. Kathleen Kelsall escaped, but there was no place for her to run. She and
all her directors were captured and horribly and publicly put to death. Her own
gross execution was started just after the Emperor’s coronation and lasted for
almost a week before she died.”
“Yes,
I’ve watched the highlights of her execution a few times.” Said Clair. “As you
know, they put it on the holo-channel every Yuletide, after the Emperor’s
speech.”
“You’ve
watched that?” Celia gasped in surprise.
“Well,
every one does.” Clair replied. “We were shown it first at school. Girls, in
particular, must watch it. And write an essay on it after. We all thought it
was fun to watch and considering its ninety years old it is marvellous quality.
You can see and hear everything.”
“My
Mother forbad me to watch it.” Said Celia. “I don’t think I could.”
“Well,
the law says all girls must watch it now.” Clair went on. “We must know
everything that they did to her, because she was such a wicked woman and we
should know what will happen to us if we betray the Empire.”
“Oh, my
dear.” Gasped Celia. “You remember all those gross things?”
“Oh, yes.”
The lovely girl replied. “On the first days she was gang raped and sexually
beaten and molested. They did everything you could think of to her. Then they
started to add more violent tortures to what they were doing to her, but always
made it sexual to underline the fact that she was a woman. Electric shocks,
burning with hot irons and pincers, crushing. They gouged out one of her eyes
but left her with one, so she could still see what they were doing to her. Her
hair turned quite white. On the seventh day (They kept her conscious with
drugs, you know.) they skinned her and rolled her in salt. It surprised me that
she could have still made such a din. But she really hit the high notes. To
finish her off, they chained her upright, arms and legs spread out, in a
special glass tank full of brine. Then they put her neck in a bracket so she
couldn’t put her head under and drowned herself and then they heated the water
up slowly and boiled her to death. It was very interesting and exciting.”
“Oh my
darling.” Sighed Celia. “It was they themselves that committed the crimes they
accused her of. They killed her in that terrible way just to boost their cause
and to prepare the way for the wicked, draconian anti-women laws that they had
already planned for our poor sex.”
She stood
up and looked out of the window. “Borge was sixty when he became Emperor.” She
continued. “His Son, Jason, was forty-two. Ten years later, when Borge had
turned seventy, Jason had him murdered and seized the throne.”
The
lovely brunette turned back to her ward.
“Because
of their association with the old Emperor my family was pensioned off to exile at
the far reaches of the Empire. They were lucky to have got out with their
lives.”
She sat
down again.
“The old
Emperor was dead but the anti-women policies went on. The new Emperor was
madder than the first one.” Celia shook her head. “It was a joke now. Not only
to subjugate us, but to give men total sexual and legal control over us. Of course,
men loved it.”
Celia
shook her head again. “The rape of a woman is no longer a crime. Women slaves
and workers can be raped with impunity. Even a Patrician woman, if her husband
does not object. And then if he does all the rapist has to do is pay a fine.
The more powerful the woman’s family the heavier fine. Women are molested
openly in public and everyone laughs, even most women.”
She raised
her eyes to the ceiling and shook her head. “Women are not even allowed to wear
underclothes, for God’s sake! It’s symbolic of us being available, sexually, at
all times. The public raping of women and girls is the official punishment now
for more and more trivial offences. It’s one of the most popular things on the
holo-channels, as the viewing figures show. Today women greatly outnumber men,
so it stands to reason that the majority of those viewers are women too. It’s
the support of women, mostly we Patrician women, that keeps these
iniquitous laws on the statute books.”
“But it’s
the way things are.” Said Clair. “It’s how society believes things should be.”
“Thirty
years ago the second Emperor is supposed to have died a natural death. Well, he
was a hundred and two years old after all, but with the advancements in medical
science he was physically like a very fit sixty year old. His Son, the present
Emperor Simon, took over. He was seventy five at the time, but appeared to be
about forty. He doesn’t seem all that much older now, and he’s a hundred and
five. And things got even worse for our sex after that. Public punishments and
executions are now filling the holo-channels as entertainment for the masses.
Comedy channels even specialize in punishments. Beatings, rapes, molestations
and sexual torture are considered a good laugh.”
“Oh,
Celia.” Cried Clair, with worried exasperation. “They are a good laugh. Every
one says so, men and women alike. Only the guilty get punished after all.”
“Oh no.”
Celia replied. “Many of those poor women are placed in that circumstance
through misfortune not crime. What’s more, a high percentage of the more
beautiful ones, these days, are entered in the shows for money, by what ever
bastard of a Master happens to own them. The program producers pay high prises
for women with the sort of vulnerable appeal they are looking for. They advertise
for what they call ‘suitable subjects’ on channel. And it’s all legal. Even
female children have no protection against these, so called, laws. Even in the
womb we have no rights.”
“But
that is our lot in life, we women.” Clair argued. “We are here to serve our
Masters. In what ever way they see as fitting.”
“No, no!
The way they treat us is not right, my child.” Celia gripped Clair’s hand. “A
hundred years ago things were different. Women were equal to men in every way.”
“Things
were, as you say, different then.” Argued Clair. “For a start, the human
population was 85% larger than today. There were nearly 80 million people in
Celia
sadly patted her ward’s hand. “Do not talk of these things in front of Claudia,
my dear.” She cautioned. “She knows what I think, but we must not push her to a
confrontation.”
“And does
she know of my maidenhead, Celia?” Clair asked, with a look of concern.
“What is
wrong with your maidenhead, child?” Asked Celia in surprise.
“Nothing
at all.” Clair replied. “That is the problem, isn’t it? I’m still a virgin and,
under the laws of the Empire, all females must lose their virginity before they
reach the age of thirteen.”
Celia
turned deathly pale. “She’ll not question that. Keep off the subject what ever
you do. In fact, keep out of her way altogether.”
“Yes.”
The younger woman nodded, fearfully. “If the authorities do find out, I’ll be
publicly raped on the holo-channel.
The women
rose to their feet. Putting her arms around her young friend, Celia gave her a tender
hug. “Things will be alright, you’ll see.” She pushed the lovely girl to arms
length and smiled at her. “Now listen to me Sweetheart. You go to your room and
stay there until I call you.”
Clair
gasped with disappointment. “But……”
Celia raised her hand before her, indicating
that she would brook no argument on the subject. “No buts. Just do as I say.
Stay out of that woman’s sight. I don’t want her to even know you exist.”
“It’s just
that I would really like to meet her.” Clair persisted with exasperation.
“No, my
lovely one.” Celia answered the crestfallen girl. “Allow me to guide you in
this. Now go to your room and stay there until that evil woman has left us.”
Clair
turned and ran from the room and, with a sigh Celia followed her.
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A little
before 2-00pm. Celia, accompanied by Henry, Amanda and two strong young female
slaves, waited at the neatly lawned arrival pad of the estate’s private
Mono-rail Bullet Station. Bullets were the favoured form of luxury long distant
transport for those that could afford it. It was what the ancient Mono-rail
trains had evolved into over the decades. The Bullets looked just
like…..bullets. Shiny, chrome like tubes, but pointed at both ends. Although
the bullet’s shell looked like chrome, it was transparent from the inside and
the passengers had a clear view of the world out side. Powered by magnetism and
controlled by an immense computer system, the Bullet was capable of speeds in
excess of a thousand miles an hour. The ‘System Computer’ would clear the route
the passengers desired to travel from start to destination and the Bullet would
be fired along the single rail without fear of obstacles or accident.
The single,
silver mono-rail, curved away into the beautiful low Cornish hills and
disappeared into the distance, held up 50 meters off the ground by slim silver
supports that thrust up from the earth every 100 meters along its length.
Suddenly there was a whistling sound, a swoosh and a loud clack and the
expected Bullet arrived overhead with hardly a quiver. A wide silver tower,
about 3 meters diameter, stood beside the last support. A few moments later a
door at its base slid silently open and the expected but unwanted guests walked
out onto the lawn and stopped before the welcome committee. Mother Superior had
arrived.
Claudia
smiled sardonically at her Sister-in-law, who glowered back with ill concealed
distaste. “How are you, Sister?” She asked. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen
you, but I must say you are looking as lovely as ever you looked. Such a waste
on my simpleton of a Brother.”
“Yes,
well, your Brother is not here, I’m afraid. So you’ve had a wasted journey.”
Celia snapped, fighting to control her anger. “If you had bothered to ask, I
could……”
“Oh, I
know Michael’s not here, my dear.” The Reverent Mother laughed. “It’s you we’ve
come to see. Or, the whole estate, to be more precise. This isn’t a social
call. Quite the opposite. It’s very official, I assure you.”
Celia went
pale. She thought she would faint. “What do you mean, official?” She fought to
control the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.
“Well.”
Claudia grinned like the cat that got the cream. She was determined to make the
most of this moment. She’d waited for it for so long. “First let me introduce
you to my team.”
She turned
to the six people who had travelled with her and, as protocol dictated,
introduced the two men first. “This is Senator Quintus Maximus my very, very
good friend, and this is Tribune Antonius of the Imperial Police, accompanied
by two of his men.” The lovely Mother Superior smiled smugly and turned to the
two Nuns who accompanied her. “And these two ladies are both colleagues of mine,
Sister Gloria and Sister Clemantine.” Here Claudia turned back and introduced
Celia to her friends. “This is Celia, ex-mistress of this estate.”
Celia was
shocked. “What the hell do you mean ex-mistress?” She gasped. “I’m still your
Brother’s Wife, you know.”
“No. I’m
pleased to say you’re not.” Claudia laughed gleefully. “As of yesterday
morning, you are his Widow.”
The lovely
brunette gasped and her full, shapely legs nearly buckled under her. She stared
at her grinning Sister-in-law for some long moments. “Widow?” she choked.
“How?”
“Michael
has been very wicked, my dear.” The Nun smiled sweetly. “He has been stealing
the Emperor’s money. ‘Creaming off the top’, as they say. Oh, didn’t you know?”
Her evil smile spread wider across her beautiful face. “He has been under
surveillance for some time now. And while he was being watched, we found out
that he was a filthy, cocksucking, fucking ‘Queer’.”
Celia was
not surprised. In fact she had always suspected it. Michael had not mentioned
it, of course. Homosexuality was such a terrible crime; he wouldn’t have put
her in such danger as to let her know. Wouldn’t have burdened her with that
knowledge. It was, after all, a Capital Offence.
“Was he
executed?” Asked the trembling brunette.
“No.”
Claudia sneered. “ Suicide. He cut his wrists and saved us the trouble. His
troubles are over, but yours have only just begun. He’s dropped you in the
shit, I’m afraid.”
Triumphantly, the Reverent Mother walked around her hated victim. It
infuriated her that her Sister-in-law was able to keep her dignity so well.
“So, this
Estate and all its belongings, slaves and chattels revert back to the Emperor.
And that includes you, my pretty.” The Nun laughed.
“Wh...
What’s going to happen to us?” Celia asked. Unable to keep the fear out of her
voice.
That’s
more like it. The Reverent Mother chuckled to herself at the sound of her old
enemy’s dread. Now I can see she’s shitting herself. The Nun placed her hand on
her Sister-in-law’s upper arm and gripped the pale, plump flesh firmly in her
fingers.
“Let us go
inside, my dear.” She smiled. “We’ll all be much more comfortable out of this
blazing sun.”
And she led
the little party into the shade of the villa.
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The little
group moved into the cool interior of the villa and into the main room. It was
tastefully furnished in the same 2nd. Century Roman style as the
rest of the Estate. Light and airy, its furnishings were comfortable and its
painted panels colourful but modest. Claudia led Celia to a full pillowed couch
and lowered her into it.
“There,
Honey.” She smiled. “It’ll be easier for you to hear my news, sitting down.”
Celia felt
numb. She could not collect her thoughts. She looked up at her grinning
Sister-in-law.
“What will
happen to us?” She repeated her question.
“Us,
darling?” Claudia answered with a chuckle. “Do you mean yourself and the other
slaves of this Estate?”
“S...Slaves?”
Celia stammered.
“Yes.
Slaves. That is what you are, now. You know the law.” Claudia laughed and her
companions laughed with her. “The Estate reverts back to the Emperor’s holdings
and all chattel and livestock are to be disposed of by the newly appointed
management, in any way that will best reimburse the misappropriated moneys.”
“And just
who are the ‘newly appointed management’?” Asked the lovely brunette, with a
sinking feeling.
“Well
now.” Claudia smiled like the cat that got the cream. “The Emperor, in his
wisdom, has added the Estate to that of the Noble Order of his Brides. So, in
effect, you, your arse, and everything else here, now belongs to me.”
“What do
you intended to do with me?” Celia asked, feeling fainter each passing minuet.
“Oh, I’ve
got great plans for you, Sweetheart.” The Reverent Mother leered. “Most slaves
will be retained to work here on the estate, doing the same jobs they do now.
As the vineyards do make a very good turn over, we’ll keep things going as they
are. But I shall seek out the prettiest and sexiest of the females and
prostitute them in various ways. Ways that will make the most money to pay back
what your late Husband stole.”
Claudia’s
eyes gleamed cruelly and her lovely mouth twisted lasciviously. “And as you
are, I’m sure, one of the loveliest and sexiest women on the Estate. Your body
is going to be very busy for the next few years.”
“You
couldn’t. You wouldn’t. Please, Claudia. I am your Sister-in-law. That must
count for something.” Celia pleaded, tears filling her fearful eyes.
“Oh, yes.
You do count for something.” The Nun laughed. “Probably the most money making
slut that I got my hands on for years. Oh, have I got plans for you. Do you
know, you toffee nosed slut, that I have been fantasising about the things I
would like to do to you ever since I first set eyes on you.”
“And I can
certainly under stand why, darling.” Put in the plump Sister Gloria, licking
her lips, lasciviously. “I do hope you’ll allow me a little part in your
fantasies.”
“I second
that, my dear.” Added Quintus, leering at the devastated Celia with undisguised
lust. “I’m sure that I can be of use to you. She’s stiffened me already and, as
you know, my shaft is always at your command.”
The old
Senator told the truth, as the prominent bulge pushing out the front of his
toga like a tentpole confirmed.
The
Reverent Mother smiled down on Celia with glee. “You see how my colleges all
want to help get the best, possible performances out of you, Sweetheart?” She
grinned. “And we will be happy to accept their help. Especially Sister
Clemantine here. She has a very special skill to use. She assists me with all
my hard work. I’ll explain it all to you in good time.”
Antonius
coughed discreetly to catch Claudia’s eye.
“Yes,
Tribune?” She asked.
“There’s a
lot of work for my men and I, Reverent Mother.” The policeman said. “With your
permission we’ll get started right away.”
“Of course,
Tribune.” Claudia answered. “You know what you must do. Keep me well informed,
won’t you?”
Antonius
lifted his fist across his chest in salute and, followed by his men, left the
room.
“Now,
where was I?” Claudia continued, licking her lovely lips with relish. “Oh, yes.
I was just explaining our plans for little Miss Virtue here. I bet it’s been so
long since she’s been fucked her cunt has healed up.”
“Ooo,
yes.” Drooled the buxom Sister Gloria. “When she gets it, it’ll be just like
busting her cherry all over again. What a great show she’ll put on.”
“We’ll
make a spectacle of her, my dear. You are going to cream yourself.” Laughed
Claudia. “Especially when you see the monsters I’ve got lined up to do the
dirty deed.”
“You know,
of course, my sweet.” Put in Quintus, eagerly. “I’d be only too pleased to put
my prick at your disposal.”
“Thank
you, darling.” Smiled Reverent Mother. “But I want a licensed Cunt Buster to be
the first to open her up, and another, even bigger, to bust her arsehole.”
“Oh, fuck!
Yes!” Squealed Gloria, trembling with lust. “What a spectacle you’ll make of
her. You could then have her sandwiched between the two monsters. It will break
the viewing record and make a fortune for the Order.”
“And for a show I’m really going to love
putting on.” Claudia grinned and turned to her friends. “You lovelies will be
assisting me when the time comes and…” Here she fondled the disappointed
looking Quintus’s big balls through his toga. “If you are very good, darling,
I’ll let you fuck the Slut right after she’s opened up.”
“There,
won’t that be lovely?” Gloria giggled, groping the Senator’s fat arse. “Imagine
how sore and tender she’ll be just after. You’ll still be able to make her
shriek.”
Celia, listening to this conversation, was
reduced to a terrified quivering wreck. Here beautiful face was white with
terror and her blue eyes bulged from her head. Was it a nightmare? ‘Please,
please let me wake up.’ Her mind screamed in her scull. But it was quite real.
She was already awake. Her Sister-in-law turned her burning eyes onto the
weeping, shaking brunette.
“Stand
up.” Claudia shouted at her, her eyes flashing, evilly. “We’re going to examine
my goods.”
The
ex-mistress of the Estate scrambled quickly to her feet and stood, terrified,
before her successor. She tried not to flinch when the Reverent Mother lifted
her manicured hand to her face and stroked her soft, flushed, cheek. Claudia’s
fingers softly brushed down over the lovely brunette’s cheek, down her slim
neck and down over the soft, white, swelling mounds of her pale, upper breast.
Just as Celia’s heaving breaths started to calm a little, Claudia gripped her
dress at the neckline and, with one strong stroke, ripped the expensive garment
from her full, voluptuous, pink body, leaving her stark naked save for her
jewellery and sandals.
Celia
cried out and pissed herself with fear, the jet spurting, forcefully, out of
her uterus to splatter, steaming, onto the tiled mosaic floor. Appalled and
shamed, the Patrician Lady clenched her full, white thighs together, clutched
her right hand over her fat, bald cunt and her right arm over both her plump,
firm breasts.
Her new owner and friends roared with
laughter as the brunette’s piss gushed from between her full, wet, white
thighs. Before she had finished pissing, Claudia quickly pulled a slim, tapered
metal rod a yard long, from the silk rope around her waist and, gripping the
weeping woman’s arm with her left hand, she began beating Celia’s full, white
buttocks with heavy strokes of the rod.
“That is
not the way you stand when you are naked in front of people.” The Mother
Superior shouted, lashing the screaming, pissing Celia across her superb, white
arse cheeks and striping the full, rounded, flesh with thick red and purple
welts. “Listen, for I’ll not tell you again. When you stand naked before your
betters, you stand up straight, hands to your sides and legs apart. You will
also thrust your belly forward, showing your fat cunt to the best advantage and
offering it for handling. Do you understand?”
As she
spoke, Claudia accompanied each word with a heavy slash across the shrieking
Celia’s boiling, cringing buttocks.
“Answer
me.” Snapped the Unholy Mother, as she continued viciously wielding the thin,
sprung-steel rod across her new slave’s burning arse. “Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes.
I do. Oh, God! Yes, I do. I do.” Celia screamed as she tried, unsuccessfully,
to turn her ample arse away from the cutting strokes.
“Then do
it.” Claudia snarled as, with one last stroke, she stepped away from her
shrieking Sister-in-law.
Released,
Celia almost fell but, tottering, managed to regain her balance. She then
jumped with fear as Claudia screamed at her.
“Do it
now.” The sadist bellowed into her ear. “Now!”
The
sobbing, tearful brunette, hurried to take up the required position. She stood
up straight, hands hanging loosely at her sides, legs open and thrust foreword
her hips and waited snivelling quietly, her tearful eyes watching her new
mistress, fearfully.
The Mother
Superior stood back from her and, walking around her, eyed her, critically.
“No, no.”
Claudia snarled. “That’s not right. You must show you are eager to please. Pull
back your shoulders and stick out those big, soft tits, they’re on offer too.
Now spread those plump thighs and bend your knees a little and stick out that
fat cunt like the dirty slut you are.”
Celia
hurriedly did as she was instructed and when she was done, she really did feel
as if she was a slut. Under the lustful gaze of the three lecherous Nuns and
that disgusting old wretch, her lovely body flushed with shame and humiliation.
Her beautiful face and breasts blushing a deep, hot pink.
“That’s
better.” Claudia said with an evil smile. “That’s the way you must stand when
your betters are looking at you, naked, from the front. But….” Here she walked
around behind Celia. “When they walk around to see you from the back. “Then you
thrust your big arse back at them, rounding it and spreading it, so they can
easily see your arsehole and that chubby cunt of yours, peeping out from under
it.” There was a pause for a moment. “Well! Do it then!” The Unholy Lady,
yelled. And she brought her thin, steel rod, swishing up under Celia’s thrust
out pubes and gave her a cruel cut along the crack of her offered cunt.
“Yyyeeeeeegh!” Celia again screamed loudly. Doubling up, she pressed her
full fleshed thighs tightly together in an effort to protect her vulnerable sex
and in this way she did, indeed, thrust out her beautiful arse.
Claudia
smiled as she looked down at the crying woman’s blazing bum.
“Well,
that’s not quite right, Slut.” She commented, as she winked at her laughing
friends, who had moved around to the rear of the whining, naked woman so they
could get a better view of the proceedings. “Shoulders back. Tits out. Legs
splayed. Get your back hollowed.” Here she tapped Celia across the small of her
back. “And get that fat arse of yours thrust right back as I told you.”
Celia
hurriedly tried to take up the lewd pose while sobbing loudly.
“That’s a
little better.” Leered the Nun. “But thrust it back more. That’s the way. Now
round it and spread it, like the whore you are soon to be. Remember, everyone
must be able to see your arsehole and that red cuntcrack of yours.”
“Aaah!
That’s the way, my dear.” Chuckled Quintus, gripping his prick through his toga
and pumping it, vigorously. “We can all see everything you’ve got now.”
“Make sure
you hold that pose, Slut.” Snarled Claudia, as she and the other two nuns moved
in towards Celia’s spread and rounded buttocks.
At their
“Oooo! Look
at that.” Crooned Gloria, her lust fired eyes aglow as they took in the lascivious
sight. “What a pretty brown bumhole you have, my dear.”
The buxom
nun turned to her
“I think
you are right, Gloria.” Answered Claudia, licking her full, red lips in
anticipation. She bent down close the sobbing woman’s spread open buttocks and,
placing the tip of her right hand’s middle finger on Celia’s pouting anus she
ran it, gently, around the rim.
“Aaaah!”
gasped Celia, as she felt the probing digit rim her ring. But, fearing the
consequences, the sobbing brunette held her lewd pose, terrified to move.
“Will you
need some lubrication, Reverent Mother? Asked Sister Clemantine, her strange,
silver, metal like eyes blinking, oddly.
“No, my
dear.” Answered the Mother Superior with a grin. “For a good ‘goosing’ I
believe that natural lubricant is best and I think she’ll have plenty of that
up there. So I’m just going to drill for oil.”
And with her
red lips twisted in a lecherous leer, Claudia slowly pushed her middle finger
deep into the groaning Celia’s tight rectum. As the long finger sunk,
relentlessly, into the weeping woman’s bowels, Quintus and the three Nuns
watched as her wrinkled anal ring at first sank down under its pressure and
then bulged up and engulfed it, greedily.
“Umm!” The
Holy Lady smiled, her finger embedded to its last knuckle. “Yes, Gloria. You
are quite right. She is very tight indeed. I’ll just see if I can loosen her up
a little.”
As she
slowly drew her finger out of a groaning Celia’s soft, wet bowels, Claudia
watched with lecherous delight as the firm ring of her new slave’s anus, clung
tightly to the withdrawing digit as if reluctant to release it. When she had
drawn her finger out of the clinging arsehole to its tip, she immediately
thrust it right back into the hot, slimy depths of the brunette’s bowels and
proceeded to finger the squealing Celia’s anus with vigour and speed. As she
progressed, Claudia, the two nuns and Quintus, who had moved his sweating face
close to the point of entry, could clearly see a thick brown slime begin to
coat the flashing finger and their crying victim’s clenching anus.
“Ooooo!
You were right about the ‘natural lubrication’, Claudia.” Gloria squealed with
excitement. “Her poopoo is starting to seep. Go faster, my dear. Faster!”
Claudia’s
finger flashed faster and faster as the spurting shit greased its way with
squelches and wet farts, and Celia’s shit coated arsehole began to pout and
turn red.
“Put
another finger up her fat arse, my sweet.” Leered Quintus, with lust twisted lips.
“She’s loosening up, beautifully.”
Slipping a
second finger into the squealing lady’s oily arsehole, Claudia, chuckling
excitedly continued its vigorous masturbation. Warming to her task, she put her
left arm around Celia’s waist and, with her hand pressing the weeping woman’s
belly, held her hips firmly in place so that her jabs into the warm, wet depths
of the brunette’s pounded bowels were as hard and deep as she could make them.
Giggling
like schoolgirls, Gloria and Clemantine pulled harder on the suffering lady’s bruised
and blistered buttocks, stretching them wide apart, so that her defenceless,
swollen, red arsehole was completely open to the Holy Mother’s brutal assault.
Before their burning eyes they could plainly see their victim’s bulging
bumhole, loosen its grip on the two stiffened fingers that were swiftly
pistoning, so smoothly now, in and out of its slackening, shit greased,
turd-tube.
Claudia,
her blue eyes glowing as she drank in the obscene sight before her and her
full, red lips, twisted in a lustful leer, was herself gasping in sadistic delight,
as her voluptuous body neared its sexual release. Multiple orgasms had started
to shoot through her amazing clitoris. Under her black habit’s wide skirt she
could already feel the thick, slimy cream flowing, in abundance, from her
spasming cuntcrack, as it coated her soft, full, naked, white inner thighs,
from her smooth, bald sex to where her gartered black stockings stopped, just
above her rounded knees.
“Aaaaaaarh!” She groaned, as she suddenly pulled her two stiffened
fingers out of Celia’s clenching arsehole with a loud, wet, “PLOP!” and watched
with cruel delight the comical results.
“Aaaaaaaaaaarrh!” Celia groaned in reply, as her abused and shitty
arsehole’s raw red ring, pouted right out, farted wetly three times, and then
gaped open, like a fish’s mouth.
While
Quintus and the Nuns examined the results of the cruel attack on the sobbing
brunette’s swollen red anus, Celia wept loudly.
“Well,
it’s a start.” Gloria chuckled, looking closely at the woman’s sore looking,
gaping red arsehole. “But we’re going to have to work on it a hell of a lot
more if you want her to take what you’ve got in store for her without splitting
her arsecheeks right up the middle.”
“That’s
the sort of work I love, girls.” Said Claudia. Straightening up she gripped a
fistful of Celia’s dark tresses with her left hand and turned the weeping
woman’s lovely face close her own. Watching the Noble Woman’s reactions
closely, she raised her right hand and held her two shit smeared middle fingers
before Celia’s tearful blue eyes. The blushing brunette gave a cry of shame and
tried to look away in humiliation.
“Like
that, do you? Well, you dirty slut, you be having a lot more like that and
worse.” Laughed the lecherous Nun and she move her shitsoiled fingers under the
shamed woman’s nose until she heaved with disgust. “That, Sister-in-law, was
only a fingering. In a few weeks I’ll be able to push my whole hand up your
arsehole and give you a vigorous fist-buggering. I’m sure you’re going to enjoy
that.”
Claudia
looked at Gloria’s doubtful expression.
“I heard
what you said, darling. But we’ve got a few weeks yet and I intend to have her
modified a little in any case.” The Mother Superior said, thoughtfully. “And
the Bio-genetic Surgeon I use can make flesh as elastic as rubber, while still
retaining its sensitivity, too. The subject can still feel the pain of their
flesh stretching, even while it doesn’t split.”
Just then
there is a clattering of studded sandals in the hall and the Tribune Antonius
enters followed by his two men, who hold a frightened looking Clair firmly
between them.
“We found
this one hiding in a cupboard in one of the bedrooms.” Said the Tribune,
indicating the young blonde. “She doesn’t look like a slave. Doesn’t act like
one either.”
“Well,
well!” exclaimed Claudia, looking over the struggling girl with delight. “This
is a pleasant surprise. Do introduce us, Celia.”
Celia and
Clair stared at one another in abject horror. Remembering her obscene pose,
Celia closed her tear filled eyes and dropped her head in deepest shame.
“Celia!”
Clair screamed in shocked alarm. “What have they done to you?”
“Celia,
then is it?” Claudia laughed with delight at this unexpected turn of events.
“Definitely not a slave, then.”
“Slave?
No, I’m not a slave.” Snapped Clair, struggling to break free from the two
Policemen. “I’m a freed woman, and I have been for the last five years.”
“Ah.”
Nodded the Mother Superior, immediately understanding the situation. “Part of
the Estate then, I believe.”
“For God’s
sake!” Celia screamed at her Sister-in-law. “Leave the child go. She can be of
no use to you!”
“For,
God’s, sake?” Claudia queried. “For, God’s sake? There is no other God before
the Emperor. And for the Emperor’s sake, I claim this woman as his chattel.
She turned
back to look at Clair with a superior stare.
“I’ve some
bad news for you, my dear.” She smiled, sweetly. “You might have been free
until yesterday, but you are a slave again today. It’s a pity you didn’t leave
when you had the chance.”
“What are
you talking about?” The young girl shouted, angrily. “And what are you doing to
my Guardian?”
“Oh! She’s
your Guardian, is she?” The older woman snickered. “Well, let me inform you,
Slut. She is just as much a slave as you are.”
Claudia
turned and looked at the sobbing Celia, still obediently standing in the same
lewd and revealing pose.
“Tell me
then, Sister-in-law.” The Mother Superior grinned, evilly. “What was her duty
here? Was she your cuntlicker?”
“No! No!”
Sobbed the shamed Celia. Tears flowing freely down her red, blushing cheeks.
“She is my Ward. Just my Ward. I love her dearly.”
“Oh!
That’s interesting!” Claudia leered to her laughing friends. “It’ll be fun
making them perform together. This is a really delicious situation, don’t you
all think?”
Gloria and
Clemantine were still standing each side of Celia. Gleefully, they continued to
humiliate her by pulling apart her roasted buttocks and exposing her badly
abused anus to the appalled eyes of her horrified Ward.
“This
one’s having a good look at her Mistress’s arsehole.” Laughed the plump Sister
Gloria. “If she has never seen it before, it’s only fair that we all have a
good look at hers.”
“Good
idea, Sister.” The Holy Mother grinned, and turned to Clair and the two
struggling Policemen. “Tribune.” She said. “Please have your men to strip that
Slut and then you can leave and continue your work. Don’t worry about her
clothing, lads.” She called to the grinning men. “Just rip the dress away and
throw it the corner with the other Slut’s clothing.”
Under the
direction of the Tribune, the two Policemen tore the dress off the screaming
girl so that her beautiful, full fleshed, pale skinned body was exposed, stark
naked, to all in the room.
“Thank
you, Gentlemen.” Said Claudia, walking to the door and opening it. “You may
leave us now. I don’t think she’ll give us any more trouble.”
The Nun was
right. When the men released her, Clair, gasping with shock and trying,
desperately, to cover her voluptuous nakedness with her all too inadequate
hands, stood with her back against the wall and watched with dismay as the
grinning men followed their straight laced Officer, reluctantly, through the
door and locked it after them.
“There.
Now we have a little privacy.” Claudia smiled. “And privacy is going to be a
great luxury to you Sluts in the future.”
She looked
at her two colleagues.
“You can
leave her be now, girls.” The Mother Superior said. “She won’t be any trouble
now we have her little friend.”
The two
Nuns left the weeping woman’s side and moved over to where Quintus was still clenching
his throbbing erection through his toga. When Sister Gloria stood next to him,
the sweating old letch slid his left hand up behind her back and squeezed the
plump Nun’s firm, fat arsecheeks with his long bony fingers. All three watched
the proceedings with mounting excitement, as their flushed leader looked at
both naked women with hot, lascivious eyes.
“Turn and
face me, Sister-in-law.” Claudia said to the sobbing brunette.
The
weeping lady did as she was bid.
“And how
did I tell you to stand when facing your betters.” The Mother Superior smiled,
while sliding her long, shiny, thin steel rod from the silken rope around her
waist.
The
tearful lady, eyeing the cruel rod with fear in her big, blue eyes, moved her
luscious, beautiful, naked body, into the obscene pose, as instructed.
“Not bad.”
Claudia said, with a leer. “But remember. Enthusiasm.”
Immediately, Celia added those little lewd refinements to the pose.
Shoulders back, breasts out, knees splayed wide, naked pubes thrust foreword.
She glanced over at the naked young blonde and quickly looked away in shame,
when she saw her Ward’s wide, shocked, china blue eyes, gaze at her in horror.
“Good.”
Laughed Claudia as she turned to Clair. “Now you, Slut. You stand as Celia is
standing. Quickly, now!”
The young blonde’s blue eyes flashed with
anger.
“You go to
hell!” She shouted in outraged defiance.
“Last
chance.” Grinned the Un-holy Mother, tapping her silver stinger across the palm
of her hands.
“You can
go to hell. Do what you like to me. I’ll not do it.” Hissed the young woman,
her eyes flashing fire.
“Right.”
Claudia grinned, evilly. “We’ll see.”
Suddenly,
her hand lashed out and brought her sprung-steel rod whipping down, hard,
across Celia’s out thrust breasts.
“Eeeeeeeaaaah!” The lovely brunette shrieked, clutching both hands to
her outraged flesh.
Nnnnnaaaar!” Clair cried out in horror at the vicious blow. “You vile
Bitch! Don’t hurt her! It’s me that won’t do it! It’s me!”
Slaaaaaash! Went the tapered steel rod again across the lush, plump
flesh of Celia’s lewdly offered cunt.
“Yyeeeeeeaaaah! Again the weeping brunette shrieked, as a searing streak
of scolding pain lashed up between her spread thighs and deep between her
gaping sex lips.
“No, no,
no!” wept the defeated young blonde, tears running freely down her flushed
cheeks, as she looked aghast, at her writhing, sobbing Mistress. “I’ll do it.
I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt her again. Pleeeeease.”
Under the
smug smiles of the four libertines, Clair slowly assumed the same obscene and
humiliating stance Celia was displaying.
“There!” Leered
Sister Gloria, her bright eyes drinking in the sight of the lovely young girl,
posturing lewdly before them. “Look at the dirty whore! I knew she was a
natural Slut as soon as I saw her. I bet these two sucked each other dry, all
times of the day”
The
delighted Mother Superior crossed the mosaic floor and advanced, lustfully, on
the blushing seventeen year old.
“Now, my
little spitfire.” Giggled Claudia with glee. “If you don’t want me to strap
your lover down and skin her fat arse for her, you had better do everything I
say.”
Here she
placed her left hand on the back of Clair’s head and pulled her pretty face
close to her own.
“Kiss me
now, cuntsucker.” Ordered the older woman. “Kiss me deep, with plenty of tongue,
and don’t hold back.”
As Claudia
covered Clair’s lovely red mouth with her own open lips, and thrust her tongue,
deep, into the blonde’s throat, the lecherous Nun brought her right hand up,
quickly, between the girl’s spread open thighs and gripped the hot, bald mound
of her plump, wet, cunt in her cupped palm .
Breaking
the tongue sucking kiss, Claudia laughed aloud.
“Ooooh!
The dirty Slut is sopping.” She crowed, and kissing the girl’s lovely mouth
again, she thrust her middle finger into the hot, wet folds of the gasping young blonde’s defenceless sex.
Suddenly,
the Mother Superior stopped, her body stiffened. Pushing herself away from the
gasping girl, she looked at her with shocked surprise.
“Quickly.”
She shouted to her four accomplices. “Get that table over here in the light.”
Working
quickly, as ordered, Sister Gloria and Sister Clemantine carried the table over
and placed it near the shaking, naked, young woman.
“Now,
ladies.” Instructed their leader. “Get her on her back over the table and pull
her legs back over her tits. That’s it. Right back.”
When the
Nuns had placed the gasping girl in the required position, Claudia dropped to
her knees before her fluttering quim. With trembling hands the lustful lady
gripped the blonde’s puffy, swollen, inner-lips, with her fingers and thumbs
and pulled them open wide.
“There.”
She gasped. “Am I seeing things, or is that a …….?”
Quintus
bent over and put his face near the young girl’s stretched open, red crack. His
watery eyes grew wide.
“By the
Emperor’s bollocks!” He exclaimed. “That, if my old eyes don’t deceive me, is a
Hymen!”
“A what?” Cried
Sister Gloria. And she leaned right over the blonde’s jack-knifed body to get a
better look.
“Is it
really?” Asked Sister Clemantine, her strange mirror like eyes blinking
weirdly.
“It
certainly is.” Laughed Claudia, in astonishment. “The Slut is a Virgin!”
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