The Sisterhood of Spite

The Sisterhood of Spite.

 

Chapter 6.  Clitia’s Revenge.

 

      When Sister Gloria’s paddle hit the soft, rounded, white flesh, high up on Sofia’s inner thigh, the condemned girl thought that her thigh had exploded. She couldn’t see the damage because, the position her head was strapped down, she was forced to look the other way.  However, she did feel it. So keen was the pain, in fact, that her shriek ran through the Great Hall of the Slaughter House, filling it to the high ceiling. It was much louder than the roar of the rutting crowd that yelled its approval at the cruel way the powerful semi-naked Nun had delivered the vicious blow.

      With a smile of satisfaction, Sister Gloria raised her arm high once more, then flashed the paddle blade down flat a second time on the same place on the gasping girl’s other defenceless thigh.

      WAPP!

      “NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH! HO, GOG! DEAR GOG, HATH MERCY! NO MORE! NO MORE!

      WAPP! Gloria’s paddle blade smacked down, just as hard, on the swelling blue welt made on her victim’s other thigh by her first stroke.

      “WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR!” Sofia shrieked again and once more her quivering body arched up hard   against the straps that held it down and the sound of her loud and bitter crying filled the Great Hall.

      WAPP! Again the cruel paddle whipped down and cracked onto the weeping woman’s other swelling thigh.

       “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Went the shriek of the bucking condemned girl and again came the wild cry of delight from the lust crazed audience.

      “Give her a special hard one to prepare her for the cane, darling.” Called Claudia to Gloria, with a big wink. “A special one, just for Lady Clitia.”

 

      The Patrician, Lady Clitia, who had been sitting on the sofa next to her Husband, jumped up, her well fleshed naked body quivering with lust and ran to Claudia’s side.

      “Oh, Reverent Mother.” She cried. “May I stay by your side? Maybe, even assist you in the punishment of this Slut. Just to be close to her while she gets it, makes me cum. My twat is dribbling. Look how my juice is flooding my thighs. Pleeeeease, Holy Mother.”

      Claudia laughed and put her bare arm around the naked young woman’s waist and pulled her close against her side. The Holy Mother, like the rest of the Nuns, being naked from waist to just above her knees, could feel the lady’s hot flesh pressed against her own.

      “Why, of cause you can, my dear.” She chuckled, and dropping her beautifully manicured hand down onto the young woman’s big, round bum she slipped her middle finger between its plump cheeks, and tentatively probed the lady’s bumhole with her fingertip. “You and I can help each other enjoy the show and I’ll make use of your enthusiastic assistance with this Slut, while we are doing so.”     

      So saying, she nodded to Gloria.

      “Give the Bitch an especially hard one to prepare her for the cane, darling.” The Holy Mother called to her plump assistant, with a big wink. “A real special one, just for lady Clitia.”

      “Sister Gloria gave her a leer and, slightly changing her stance, raised her powerful right arm high above her head and brought the paddle blade swiftly slashing down.

      SPLAATTTT!

      With a loud wet, smacking sound, the heavy blade of the paddle landed, flat and hard, right on the plump, rounded lips of Sofia’s fat, wet cunt. The moist lips flattened and the stiffened clitoris squashed under the heavy blow of the highly polished blade as her rich, thick cunt cream spurted from under the vicious cut.

       At first Sofia, with wide eyes bulging from her head, could only suck in air as she tried to shriek. A sort of…….

      “HHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAG!”

      The sound of this gasping scream brought groans of delight from most of the women in the Hall. Claudia, Clitia, the two younger Nuns, Gloria, the flogger her self, and even the virgin, Clair, among others, climaxed, and spurted copious gouts of hot cunt juice, which flooded down their plump inner-thighs. And many a man, who heard it, shot his wad.  

       First the flattened flesh lay white and bloodless, but as Claudia, Clitia and Sister Rosa ‘the camera’, leaned foreword to get a better view, they saw the soft, smooth flesh, swell right up and a blood red flush blossomed over the shrieking woman’s bald and  battered cunt.

      “Ooooooh! Fuck! Gloria! Did you hear that? Did you see it flush?” Cried Claudia to her skilled assistant, as she used the short interval between Sofia’s shrieks, to slip the full length of her finger up Clitia’s arsehole.

      “HOOOOOOOOOO! Holy Mother!” Cried a climaxing Lady Clitia, while fingering her tickler with her right hand and twisting her own nipple with her left. “Do you think I could give the Bitch a few like that?”

      “Of cause you can, Sweetheart.” Laughed Claudia, as she deftly manoeuvred the lecherous lady into Gloria’s place. “But its time to give the Slut her cuts, so why don’t you give her a 100 strokes down the inside of each thigh, first. We can move on to more interesting parts of her anatomy after that.”

      “Ho! That sounds delicious!” Squealed the sadistic lady, with enthusiasm. “Give me a cane, please, so I can start.”

      “Here is a cane, darling.” Giggled Sister Gloria, handing the young woman her slim steel rod. “But wait a moment. I believe Reverent Mother has an idea how to spread the pleasure.”

      “Yes, I do, my dears. If you agree.” Claudia started to explain. “Antonio.” She called to Lady Clitia’s Husband, who was excitedly pumping on his rigid cock. “Would you come and assist your lady Wife in this punishment, please?”    

      With the crowd cheering him on, Antonio joined the Holy Mother and his Wife, near the sobbing, condemned woman’s bound body.

      Slipping her finger out of the Noble Woman’s anus, Claudia gripped Antonio’s great stiff prick and pushed its bloated head between his Wife’s slippery buttocks. Understanding the game, Antonio thrust his full length up her arsehole and into her hot bowels. Gripping her hips, he began buggering his highly aroused young Wife, vigorously.

      “Now, my dear.” Claudia smiled at the buggered young Noble Woman, who had not taken her cruel eyes off the condemned girl’s offered quim, while still thrusting her arse back onto her Husband’s plunging shaft,  Reverent Mother ran her fingers, lightly, down over the sobbing Slave girl’s inner-thigh. “Lay your first cuts on her inner-thighs, just below her knees and, keeping those cuts close together, work down her alternate thighs, until you get to her groin. Then concentrate on those same soft mounds near her cunt until you use 100 cuts on each. Remember what she did to you. Put your full strength into the blows.”

      Having listened to the Holy Mother’s instructions, Clitia lifted her cane high in the air and brought it slashing down with all her might. It was a good stroke, striking her condemned slave’s inner- thigh just below the knee with a loud…..

      CRACK!

      “Naaaaaaaagh! Screamed the beaten girl, tears splashing everywhere.

      “1” Cried Quintus, again counting out the strokes, his toga hoisted up around his scrawny hips and his big cock standing straight out hard and stiff, under his pot-belly.

      CRACK! Went the vicious steel cane, as the young Noble Woman brought it slashing down across Sofia’s other thigh.

      “Eeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!” The crying Slut shrieked again.

     “2” sang out Quintus, his fist pumping on his bloated, throbbing prick.

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

      “Neeeeeeeeeaaaaaaagh! AAAAAAAAAGH! NAAAGH!

      The sound of the nasty steel cane slapping on soft, sweat coated, flesh was heard, time after time as Clitia swung it down in a row of painful cuts that worked relentlessly along the whole length of the bucking girl’s thigh towards the weeping, begging Slut’s groin.

      The Holy Mother, her hot cunt frothing thick white juice, moved around the punishment frame to where the condemned Sofia’s lovely, screaming, tearstained face was firmly strapped upside-down over the end of the frame.  Looking down at the girl’s clamped and swollen tongue protruding from the full lips of her lovely mouth, where it quivered delightfully with her every shriek, Claudia leered at the crying girl, lasciviously, and removed the cruel clip from her swollen tongue. Gripping Sofia’s strapped back ankles in each hand for support; Reverent Mother spread her plump thighs and squatted down over the screaming girl’s beautiful face and, thrusting her hips foreword, pressed her gaping crack over the condemned Slave’s vibrating tongue and spread her sopping cuntlips right over her shrieking mouth.

      “AAAAAAAAH!” Cried out the Holy Lady, as the girl’s screams and her vibrating tongue, stirred the boiling depths of her highly aroused cunt. “HOOOOOOW!” She sang out again as she vigorously fucked the young woman’s lovely face.

      The Lady Clitia’s enjoyment at giving her disobedient Slave such a thoroughly good beating was plain to see, and her delight at hearing the Bitch’s screams, encouraged her to give more. This, while being thoroughly buggered by her rutting Husband made her spurting cunt boil over with orgasms. She heard Sofia’s screams get muffled and, looking up she saw the Holy Mother had mounted the Bitch’s face and was energetically riding the girl’s tongue. She laughed wildly, when Claudia signalled her to cut the Slut’s thighs, “harder and faster” and, thrusting her arsehole back over her Husband’s swiftly ploughing prick, she rained cuts down over the struggling girl’s bloody, welted thighs.  

      Before she realised it, Quintus was calling out…..

      “200 Cuts.”

      “No, no! Don’t stop!” Cried out a sweat coated Claudia frantically fucking the shrieking girl’s face. “Give the Whore a few more hard ones. I’m nearly there! N… N… Nearly theeerrrrreeee! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

      Clitia, shrieking with laughter at the superb sight of the Holy Mother shuddering with lust while spurting her hot cream into the beaten woman’s violated mouth, lashed on at the Slut’s bleeding thighs, until Claudia staggered back from the girl’s juice covered face. Then, only when she was certain that Claudia was completely satisfied, did she stop the cuts and step back into Antonio’s waiting arms.

      Gasping hard with the effort Clitia looked down at the weeping Sofia, strapped and writhing on the frame and admired the rows of purple welts that ran from her knees to her sex and centred over each other at the full round mounds of thigh flesh, until blood ran from each, down into the crease of the moaning woman’s arse.        

      Claudia, a little shaky on her feet, moved around the bound body of the groaning girl and embraced the giggling Clitia even while the naked lady was being bum-fucked by her happy Husband. With her left arm around the young woman’s plump, naked shoulders and her right hand trailing down over her rounded bare belly to tickle the panting young Noble Woman’s stiff and bloated clitoris, both women pressed their open mouths together and sucked at each others tongues.

      “You did so well, my darling.” The Holy Mother smiled as the vigorously bummed young Wife cupped her frothing cunt in her soft little hand. “Next, we can be even harsher in our treatment of her. I’m sure you want to do something really nasty.”

      Already excited, Clitia’s eyes shone as her powerful friend looked down, meaningfully, at the moaning Slut’s defenceless twat. Quickly getting into the swing of things, the Patrician Lady, licking her beautiful red lips, salaciously, nodded her lovely head excitedly to show her delight at the idea. Claudia gave her a nod and the Noble Woman raised her arm high. Sweeping the steel cane down with all her force, she caught the weeping Slut right along her badly swollen cuntcrack.  

      Once again the wretched girl bucked her ample hips in the air, nearly breaking her leather straps and sucked in air as she tried to shriek to the sky.

      “SSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Again came the sudden sucking intake of breath which turned into a loud strangled shriek. But this time there was a delightfully funny addition. As the cane tip rebounded off Sofia’s gaping crack, so a great amber jet of hot, steaming urine gushed up in a great ark, out of her pisshole as the shrieking girl pissed herself with fear.

      A great roar of spiteful laughter filled the Great Hall as all the Nuns, Clair and Celia looked on and pointed gleefully at the screaming Sofia’s pretty fountain, while clever Antonio skilfully rode his laughing young Wife away from the steaming stream.

      When the flow had stopped, Claudia called her group together and after some consultation with Sister Gloria they decided to move on to the next stage of the game.

      The Nuns unstrapped the loudly crying, sobbing Sofia and, not without some difficulty, restrapped her over the strong frame. This time, under the Holy Mother’s direction, the girl whose agony was the cause of so much mirth, still with her arms strapped tightly behind her back, was placed belly down over the heavy frame, her thighs spread wide, her legs bent up and her ankles securely strapped to frame supports, so that her pretty soft feet were held, soles up, in the air. While her arms were still strapped behind her back, a wide restraining strap held her belly down, tightly, onto the frame. This left the top of her body projecting out over the edge of the frame, her swollen udders swinging like purple, over ripe fruit hanging from her chest.

      “Now, we take another leather strap and bind it around her head so the front goes around her forehead.” Instructed the Holy Mother, while her Nuns quickly carried out her orders. “That’s the way, my lovelies. Sister Gloria, force her head up and back as far as you can get it.”

      The condemned girl started to cry out and protest at their rough treatment, but her pleas were ignored.

      “That’s it, Gloria. Right back.” The Reverent Mother continued with her instructions and was pleased with the results. “Now you girls take the long length of strap that’s attached to her head and wrap it around the centre her arms and fasten it there. Tight now. Keep the linking strap as tort as you can.”

      When the Nuns had finished with her, Sofia was strapped down on her belly with her wide spread legs bent up in an ark and her feet in the air, her great, bruised and swollen breasts dangling down over the front of the frame and her head pulled back to her bound arms, so her lovely frightened face looked straight foreword and her throat forced into a straight line from her gaping mouth to her chest cavity.

      “Yes! That’s just the way I want her.” Claudia laughed, standing back and admiring their handy work.

      “Come, my dears.” She called to Clitia and Antonio, who were bending foreword watching the work with close interest, while still performing the gross act of buggery together. “Antonio, ride your lovely Wife over here by the Slut’s head. I think you’ll both like this a lot.”

      Fucking her arse with long, hard thrusts of his great shaft that pushed her foreword at every thrust, Antonio rode his energetic young Wife around the support frame to where the screaming Slut’s head jutted foreword.

There, where all four Nuns and the highly aroused virgin, Clair, had all gathered to see just what the lecherous Mother Superior had in store for her helpless victim, they stopped and looked into their Slave’s distraught and horrified eyes.

      “Are you enjoying our little party, Slut?” Clitia snarled down into the beautiful face of the groaning, crying young girl, while all the while feeling Antonio’s stiff and bloated prick, throbbing warmly in her bowels. “I can’t wait to see what the Holy Mother is going to do to you next. Can you?”

      “I was just about to show you, Sweetheart.” Laughed Claudia, gently running her soft fingers along the condemned’s exposed and defenceless throat. “You see how straight her throat runs with her head pulled back like this?”

      The married couple nodded their heads in agreement.

      “This is the position sword-swallowers must hold their throats, so they can push a sword blade right down it and into their stomachs.” The Reverent Mother chuckled as she gently rubbed the girl’s stretched throat.

      “I don’t understand, Holy Mother.” Said Antonio, flexing his fat prick and expanding his Wife’s clenching turd-tube. “Are you going to push a sword down her throat, then?”

      “Not a sword, Antonio.” Claudia laughed again. “But didn’t Clitia say the Slut wouldn’t suck that lovely cock for you?”

      “Oh! You mean…..” Said Clitia, a big smile on her pretty face as the penny dropped.

      “I certainly do, Sweetheart.” The Holy Mother giggled. “Both of you turn around and come close to the Slut’s face. I want her to have a good look at what you are doing back there. Sister Gloria will help you do it.”

      The big Nun, with the help of Sister Clemantine (So she would get a good Close Up.) manoeuvred the married couple so that the crying girl could see clearly, between Antonio’s pubes and Clitia’s arse. Antonio had plenty of length so it didn’t take long for the two Nuns to expose the stretched and pouting point of contact to Sofia’s wide, fearful eyes.

      As Sister Gloria pulled open Clitia’s soft, white bumcheeks the crying young woman’s eyes drank in the shocking, lascivious sight before her. Antonio just left his big knob engulfed in his Wife’s stretched and bulging bumhole. Sofia could plainly see every detail. She saw how; where her Mistress’s slimy anal lips stretched tightly around her Master’s thick shaft, the bulging ring looked raw red in colour compared to the pale hew of her round bumcheeks. Also she could see the stretched, red bumhole rim was coated with a film of brown filth that also thinly coated the throbbing shaft of Antonio’s big prick.

      “Ugh!” The girl gasped through her widely clamped open jaws, and she tried, unsuccessfully, to turn her disgusted face away from the gross sight.

      “There, my dear. Isn’t that a pretty picture?” Claudia said to her horrified victim. “Watch carefully now, as it slides in and out.”

      And just for Sofia’s benefit, Antonio thrust his slimy prick slowly into Clitia’s pouting turdtube. It slid it in with a wet fart and out with a wet sucking sound. He did that twice before the girl’s bulging eyes and then he pulled his swollen knob right out of his laughing Wife’s arsehole with a loud wet “POP!” and swinging it around, he pointed it right at Sofia’s gaping mouth.

      “Glug! Gooooogh! GNO! GNO!” Sofia screamed out franticly.

      “Oh! But yes! Yes!” Laughed Claudia, as the screaming girl’s bulging eyes saw every detail of Antonio’s long, reeking prick, with its fiery red knob smeared with crap behind its flange.

      Claudia gripped the big befouled cock in her well manicured fingers and carefully guided the bloated, shit smeared knob into the sobbing, squeeling Sofia’s widely gaping mouth.

      “Ulllgh! Ugggglk! Ulgh!” The screaming girl tried to vomit as, watched closely and gleefully by Clitia and the Nuns, Antonio’s slimy knob slid in over her bruised and swollen tongue, filling her mouth and coming to rest right at the back of her throat.

      Sofia began to choke. Her mouth was filled to her tonsils with her Master’s big throbbing knob. She could smell and taste her Mistress’s shit as the reek wafted through her flaring nostrils from

the pulsing shaft that had pushed five inches into her mouth and still left seven inches outside her lovely lips with her stretched tongue protruding four inches below it and vibrating, delightfully, against its underside.

      “Thrust it in deeper, darling.” Claudia instructed the sweating Antonio.

      “I can’t, Holy Mother.” He answered. “I’m right against the back of her throat.”

      “Is your knob right against her epiglottis?” Claudia asked.

      “Yes, it is, Holy Mother.” Antonio answered, a look of bliss spreading over his face as the vibrating of Sofia’s tongue tickled his shaft.

      “You can make it feel even nicer, if you follow my instructions.” Laughed Claudia, who, now bending over and, her face close to Sofia’s, was watching the exciting play of the girl’s sweet mouth and throat on Antonio’s fat prick. “Just imagine that tongue licking those big balls of yours. Push your knob hard against her epiglottis and slowly increase the pressure. It will go through, I promise you. Just push hard.”

      Antonio gripped the girl by her upper arms and thrust foreword, hard with his hips.

      The condemned girl, choking and retching, began to struggle hard, but with all the Nuns and even Clair holding her firmly in position, she was helpless.

      Slowly but surely the frantic girl’s throat started to expand and her epiglottis was slowly stretched open. Antonio could feel the tight ring of his Slave’s gullet, deep in her throat, begin to expand over the throbbing tip of his fat knob. Snorting with lustful excitement he thrust his hips foreword even harder and forced his big knob right through the tight ring.

      “HAAAARR!” Yelled Antonio, gleefully, as he felt the tight ring of in his Slave’s throat clamp around his pulsing shaft, just under the wide flange of his knob and franticly clench on it.

      “GLLUUUGH! AAARRRKK! GLUGH!” Held firmly in place by the Nuns, Sofia could only make noises like she was vomiting or choking, but every one thought they were very amusing, none the less. Thick gouts of saliva were pouring out of her mouth and streaming over her lips and extended tongue and easing the path of her Master’s thrusting prick.

      “There! He’s in her gullet!” Laughed Claudia, feeling the girl’s swelling throat with her fingers. “If you watch the Slut’s throat Clitia, you will see it swell up as your Husband’s big cock slides in.”

      To Antonio the feeling was delicious. His thick prick felt warm and slick as it soaked in the Slut’s hot saliva, with the tight ring of her epiglottis clenching, rhythmically, around the thick girth of his cock.

      “Fuck!” He cried. “This is fucking wonderful! Can I go in deeper?”

      “Of course you can, darling.” Giggled Claudia, with a leer. “There is nothing to stop you now, between there and her belly. You can push it right in as far as those big bollocks of yours.”

      “Go on, Antonio.” Encouraged Clitia, her big eyes shining with cruel excitement. “Ram it right in. I want to see her throat swelling.”

      Wasting no time, her rutting husband gripped the girl’s shoulders and, pulling the Slut towards him, he ploughed his great length right into the tight sleeve of her gullet.

      Apart from Antonio, all the men and women in the Great Hall watched in silence, as the great prick forced its way into Sofia’s expanding gullet, making her slim throat bulge and swell out as it thrust into her chest cavity.

      The condemned girl herself, her big brown eyes bugging from her head, her lips stretched into a perfect O, her throat swelling as if she had a goitre, was croaking like a frog as she felt the big shaft slid deep into her tube. Oddly, she found she could now breath more easily through her nose, but the pain of her stretching throat was as if she were choking.

     Clitia was gleefully watching the Slut’s swelling throat and her lovely face as her Husband’s shaft disappeared from view into the girl’s fluttering guts. The hateful Noble Woman gloated over what they were doing to the Bitch. She noticed the bitter tears running down the girl’s drawn in cheeks and flowing from her bulging eyes. How the young woman, was now reduced to loud croaking from her crammed full mouth as the prick’s full girth filled her gullet and how her bruised and swollen tongue protruded farther out of her mouth the more shaft Antonio fed into her. She smiled to see, that around Sofia’s stretched open lips, there was spread a layer of her own shit that had wiped off her Husband’s cock as he’d pushed it in to the girl’s mouth. There was also a brown skid mark along the crying girl’s quivering tongue. How delicious this punishment was, she giggled to herself.

 

      Antonio had at last thrust the full length of his big prick down Sofia’s throat, her nose was pushed against his pubic mound and her stretched and swollen tongue was cupping his huge bollocks.

      “Right in to his balls!” Cried the Holy Mother, to a great roar from the crowd. While every one cheered, Claudia turned to Clitia.

      “My dear.” She cooed. “Would you like to give your Antonio a little added please?”

      “Oooo, yes! Holy Mother.” The Lady nodded, eagerly.

      “Then just pinch the Bitch’s nostrils together and watch what happens.” Laughed the Reverent Mother.

      Clitia gripped Sofia’s nose and lightly pinched her nostrils together, then she watched for the girl’s reaction. She didn’t have to wait long.

      Sofia’s eyes got bigger and bigger. Suddenly, her body leaped and bucked violently, in her bonds and her face started to turn deep red. Unable to breath, she tried to struggle, but the laughing women held her tight.

      “MMMMM! MMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMM!”  

She tried to call out, her mouth and throat filled with throbbing meat. And to every one’s delight, her vibrating, dripping tongue began to lick at Antonio’s   dangling balls.

      “Aaaaah! That’s fucking marvellous!” Antonio yelled. “Not only is her gullet’s clenching milking my cock, but her tongue is licking my balls too! Aaaaaah! Fuck!”

      “I think you had better stop holding her nose, Darling.” Laughed Claudia. “As you can see, she has turned quite blue.”

      Clitia reluctantly released the frantic Slut’s nose and they all laughed to see the girl draw lungfuls of air, desperately, into her chest.

      “Aaaaah! That’s a fucking shame!” Cried Antonio. “It felt great!”

      “We’ve got lots more to do to her yet.” Chuckled Claudia, smacking him lightly on the ass. “If you just continue fucking her face, I’ll arrange something I think your going to like.”

      While the Reverent Mother whispered something into Sister Gloria’s ear, Antonio withdrew his prick till his knob was once more in Sofia’s mouth, then he thrust its full length right back in to his balls again.

      “Quawck!” Cried the choking girl through her bulging throat, saliva spurting every where and her tongue lapping at his balls. “Quooork! Gluugh! Quawck! Grrruuukk! Glllluuuuuullck!” She croaked like a frog every time he withdrew and thrust back into her swollen gullet.

      The Holy Mother came close and spoke into the choking girl’s ear.

      “It’s flogging time again, my dear.” The Holy Lady giggled.    “But don’t worry, this time we won’t stop your pleasure. We’ll give you the cuts while your nice Master is fucking your face. You won’t even have to move. We are going to give you 75 cuts to the sole of each foot.”

      While Antonio, standing at the girl’s head, continued to vigorously fuck her face while being closely watched by his delighted Wife, Claudia, with a sly smile, ordered Clair, the sweating virgin to take up one of the steel canes and assist Sister Gloria to deliver the strokes. This the seventeen year old did with a shudder of excitement.

      “Are you ready, sweetie?” Claudia asked the grunting Slut. “Then we’ll begin.”

      Sister Gloria raised her powerful arm high and brought the cruel cane whipping down hard across the throat fucked girl’s pretty flexing toes.

      “QUAAAAAAAAAAARRRKKK!”

      The muffled shriek burst from Sofia’s meat packed throat, and she tried to kick her bound feet in painful response. It was no use.

      “AAAAAAAH! FUCK! That’s good!” Yelled Antonio as he felt the agonized girl’s throat buck and clench around his leaping cock.

      “1” Shouted Quintus, starting the count for the Bastinado.

      Clair licked her sweet lips in anticipation. She glanced over at Celia, the naked older woman was still stood there in a daze. She’ll never get into this, the young blonde thought. But she herself was different. She liked all this sex. The sooner they took her cherry, the better. This was going to be alright. She thought. Didn’t the Holy Mother say that the woman was a Slut? Hadn’t she assaulted her Mistress? Hadn’t she refused to minister to her Master? Wasn’t it only ‘Just’, that she be punished. The newly appointed Sex-Slave was only doing her duty, after all. If she didn’t do as she was ordered, she too would be punished. And nobody said that you shouldn’t enjoy what you are ordered to do, did they? And she really was enjoying helping the Holy Mother make this Slut shriek. It was something quite new, this feeling. This feeling deep in her sopping sex. She was shivering with excitement.

      The Holy Mother walked around to the naked blonde and placed her arm around the girl’s plump shoulders.

      “Did you see that, Sweetheart?” Claudia smiled at her. “Did you see how Sister Gloria gave the Bitch her cut?”

      “Yes, Holy Mother.” Clair stammered. She could feel the woman’s naked flesh touching her own. She had hot flushes. She could feel the juices running out of her sex, making the metal Chastity Belt feel slippery and her full thighs wet down their insides.

      Claudia moved around to Clair’s back, both her arms enfolding her. The girl could feel the woman’s big breasts pressing against her back. One of the Reverent Mother’s soft hands slipped under the young blonde’s left arm and cupped her full left breast, while her right hand slipped down the youngster’s right arm and lightly gripped her by the wrist. Clair could feel the woman’s hot breath on her neck.

      “You do it like this.” Crooned Claudia, into Clair’s ear. “Lift your arm right up, like this.” The Holy Mother lifted the blonde’s arm high. “And then bring it down, very hard, like this.”

      The Holy Mother, putting her own strength behind the blow, brought Clair’s arm slashing down so the slim cane cut viciously across the grunting girl’s pretty pink toes.

      “GGGUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRKKKK!”

      Came the gurgling screech, as the blow of the cane came just as Sofia’s swollen throat was filled to capacity with Antonio’s throbbing cock.

       “GGGGGEEEEEEEEGH! GUUUOOOOG! GGGUUUGH!”

     Sofia’s pain wracked body, writhed and bucked against the tight leather straps that held her in place.

      Clair’s big blue eyes gazed down in delight at the lovely naked body of the girl writhing before her. That strange new feeling was churning her guts again and her hot, wet sex began to throb.

      “There! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Giggled Claudia, pulling the girl’s body close to her. “But we’ve got to get synchronized.”

      The Abbess looked at all her little group and signalled for attention.

      “Now listen to me.” She said. “To do this properly, we’ve got to get our timing right. I think you girls should each, in turn, deliver a cut across the soles of her feet, every time Antonio thrusts his cock in deep. When he quickens his thrusts, the speed of your cuts will quicken too. It should get really exciting just before he spunks. Do you understand?”

      Sister Gloria and Clair both nodded and Antonio just stood there, with his cock buried deep in the sobbing Sofia’s swollen gullet.

      “Right.” Cried Claudia. “Antonio, you start fucking the Slut’s throat, real hard, and the girls will join in and keep time with your strokes. Quintus. 150 total cuts. Just tell us when we are getting near. If we should run over a bit, it doesn’t matter. Only you are counting.”

       The Reverent Mother looked at Antonio, prick withdrawn, hands firmly gripping Sofia’s head, ready for the first thrust, the thick saliva from the terrified girl’s mouth, hanging in ropey strings from the shaft of his rigid prick and his dangling bollocks.

      “You may start her face fucking……Now!”

      Antonio gave a yell and rammed his stiff prick right down the trembling Slut’s throat. As his knob reached the maximum depths, so Sister Gloria brought her cane cracking down across the soft pink soles of Sofia’s pretty feet.

       CRACK!

      “OOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Sofia’s strangled scream filled the Great Hall. She bucked and kicked against her straps.

      “Er…1?” Quintus yells.

      Antonio withdraws his shaft and rams it deep again.

      An excited Clair brings down her cane hard, against Sofia’s soft, cringing soles.

      CRACK!

      “NNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!” The Slut screams and bucks. Blue-black welts spring up across the bottoms of her soft, white feet.

      “2” Shouts Quintus.

      The muscular Antonio withdraws his saliva coated cock and thrusts it, fully, back into the shrieking Slut’s gullet.

      Gloria brings down a powerful cut under the loudly crying girl’s heels.

      CRACK!

      “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAGH! Sofia leaps against her straps again, snot runs from her nostrils and her madly vibrating tongue licks, delightfully, at Antonio’s balls.

      No one in the Great Hall hears Quintus call the stroke above the cheering of the crowd as the rutting letch rams his length, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, of Sofia’s bulging throat, and Gloria and Clair beat time with……

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

      “NNAAAAGH! UUUUUNNNGH! EEEEEEAAAARH! The screaming, struggling girl keeps up her grunting, retching bellows. Her saliva soaked tongue licking at her vigorous Master’s swinging bollocks and the fingers of her bound hands franticly clutching at air.

      “Harder! Harder! Harder!” Screams the cruel Lady Clitia.

      In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, Antonio slams his rigid, throbbing shaft, holding Sofia’s head tight in his big hands as he vigorously fucks her expanded throat.

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

      Go the vicious cuts across the blackened, blistered soles of the loudly shrieking sex-slave.

      “GNLUUGH! GNAAAAAHH! OOOOOGH! AAAAAAGH!”

Went her choking cries.

       And on, and on, and on, fucked Antonio, his powerful strokes getting faster and faster and faster, while the two flogging, sweating women’s slashing strokes rained down across the franticly kicking soles of a continuously bellowing Sofia.

      At the leering Claudia’s instigation, she and Lady Clitia squatted down and, each clutching one of the beaten slave’s bruised and badly swollen udders, they crushed, twisted, stretched and milked the great, painful jugs. 

      Faster and faster Antonio fucked. Harder and harder Clitia and the Holy Mother spitefully milked her tits. Faster and faster Gloria and Clair lashed the leaping, bucking, shrieking girl’s feet. Until at last, with a flurry of hard thrusts and viscous cuts, Antonio gave a loud bellow, and shot a great jet of boiling spunk into Sofia’s widely stretched throat, and with a loud, spluttering cough, two great gouts of thick, hot spunk, shot out of the groaning girl’s nostrils.

      The Deepthroat Bastinado was over.

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