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Chapter 13. The Sisterhood
of Spite.
Celia’s Breakfast Treat.
Gloria stopped a second at the Abbess’s bedroom door and, giving it a
light knock, pushed it open and walked in.
Claudia
was sat at her dressing table, her big breasts bared, dying her nipples a light
red. The dye was of a ‘suck-proof’ variety. She hadn’t had her nips dyed a
permanent colour as she would chose a different hew as she felt inclined. Both
her big jugs were pulled out through the special tit-vents in the front of the
long sleeved black habit top that was standard ware for the Sisterhood. The
elasticised edges of the vents gripped the bases of her big jugs, tightly, and
made her milk melons bulge out like swollen globes. She had finished that little job and was just
screwing the top onto the bottle as her plump lesbian lover entered. Gloria saw
the naked decrepit body of Senator Quintus Maximus lying asleep in the bed
snoring quietly. The satin bed sheets were pushed down below his fat belly and
the plump Nun noticed the old letch’s big cock was still as stiff as a poker,
even after a night with the Abbess.
“Ah!
Gloria.” Claudia grinned, impishly. “I see our little hot-arse managed to
produce one for me. Let’s have a look.”
Gloria
placed the white plate down on a small writing desk at the foot of the bed. The
Holy Mother, lifting her big breasts back inside the black top, moved to the
desk and looked down at the monster turd displayed before her.
“Oh, darling!” She laughed, her eyes shining as they took in
the turd’s gigantic proportions. “What a whopper! It’s superb! It must be a
good five inches thick.”
“With an
arsehole like she has now, what do you expect. What
do you intend doing with it, darling?” Asked
the buxom Nun.
“I’ve sent
for that stuck up Bitch, Celia.” Claudia grinned. “I’m going to give her fat
arse a morning paddling and I thought we could feed it to her when her big
bum’s roasted.”
“Right.” Gloria chuckled at the thought. “Perhaps I should
hide it out of sight behind this curtain then. We don’t want to spoil her
surprise, do we?”
“Good
idea, darling.” Laughed Claudia. Then the Abbess
frowned as a thought crossed her mind. “That fucking stuck up frigid Bitch
really annoys me.” She spat out the words as if they were bitter in her mouth.
“All the
money I spent enhancing her erogenous zones. The Cow can’t walk or breathe
without triggering an orgasm, but still she tries to hide it. Wringing her
hands and rolling her eyes and blushing with shame. She makes me puke.” Claudia
moved and sat on a throne like chair facing the centre of the room.
“Well,
now.” Grinned Gloria, replacing the innocent folds of the
curtain and moving to stand by her lover’s side. “That’s just the thing
I love about her. It makes abusing her so amusing. Shaming
her makes my cunt froth.”
“You are
right, as usual.” The Holy Mother laughed. “Well, you will be spurting litres
in the next few minuets. I can hear her being brought here now.”
There was
a knock at the door.
“Enter.”
The Abbess called.
The door
opened and Sister Clemantine and Sister Drucilla, in full habit, led a
trembling, naked Celia into the room.
One or the
other of the Holo-Cam Nuns was always present at a punishment. Just in case
something interesting enough to be commercial happened. In any case, the
recording of the scene was guaranteed to heighten the victim’s shame and
humiliation. Especially if she is present at a group showing
a little later.
The
younger Nuns led Celia to stand before the seated Holy Mother and then stood to
the side of the room, where Clementine
would have an unrestricted view of the proceedings and
Drucilla could lend a hand if needed.
“Get to
your knees before the Holy Mother, as a Slave should.” Cried
Sister Gloria to the trembling brunette, angrily.
“I am no
Slave!” Answered the naked Celia, bravely holding her head
high.
“Oh, but
you will find out that you are.” Snarled Gloria.
The big
Nun turned to her
“Soon. Sister Gloria.” Answered the Holy
Mother with a cruel smile. “Very soon. But for
now a good beating will suffice.”
She
pointed at a heavy, wooden, box-like, piece of furniture, with a thickly padded
leather top and a number of leather straps attached, which stood about three
foot of the floor.
“Bring
that support frame over and place it just here before me, my dear.” The Mother
Superior instructed the big Nun who, with Drucilla’s help, without too much
trouble, moved the support to where the Holy Mother had indicated.
“Heavy old thing.” Gloria remarked, wiping off her big hands
against each other as she spoke.
“Oh, yes.
It has to be.” Replied Claudia, with a sly smile. “I
don’t have to tell you, darling, but look at the way some of these Sluts leap
about while they are strapped down on it. They can leap about all they like on
this support, but it will still hold them, firmly, in position.”
“Well, let’s
see, shall we?” Laughed Gloria, as she took hold of a
compliant Celia by her arm and, with Drucilla’s help, led the fearful, naked
woman, to stand by the heavy frame.
Pressing
the brunette’s plump pubes against the edge of the frame’s padded top, the
buxom Nun bent her at the hips and pressed the lushly curved front of the
trembling woman’s body down onto the frame’s padded surface. Once they had the
ex-
Patrician in position, Gloria brought a wide leather
strap across the small of her back and strapped her down, firmly, onto the
padded top. The Nuns then opened the woman’s shapely legs wide and, bending her
knees up high to the straps on the frame’s sides, they strapped Celia’s full
fleshed thighs, firmly, to the sides of the frame, so that the fearful
brunette’s pretty feet hung off the floor and her fat, round arse jutted back,
open and defenceless to any assault.
Continuing
with their task, the Nuns took the unresisting Celia’s arms and, forcing them
up behind the naked woman’s back, bound them, wrists crossed, with leather
cuffs and straps.
“I’d like
her lying flat on the padded top, with her udders hanging down over the far
edge.” The Abbess directed, while the Nuns complied. “That’s the way. Oh, and I
want her head pulled back, so her face is forced to look up and straight
ahead.”
Gloria
looped a strap, tightly, around Celia’s forehead and, Drucilla having placed
thumbclamps on the woman’s hands, they pulled her head right back and fastened
the strap to the brunette’s clamped thumbs. Then they stood back and eyed their
work, critically.
“Oh, yes! Excellent!” Cried the Holy Mother in
delight. “Just as I wanted her. You’ll notice,
my darling, how straight the line of her throat is from her lifted chin to her
dangling jugs. That is most important. As you all will see later”
The Abbess
rose from her chair and walked to where Celia was strapped across the frame.
Looking down at her Sister-in-law’s fat, rounded bum with a lustful pout, the
Holy Lady placed her hands on its fleshy globes and moved them all over the
brunette’s smooth, white, bumcheeks.
“Sister
Drucilla.” The Abbess smiled at the eager young Nun. “Be so
good as to kneel down to the right of the Slut’s fat arse and masturbate her
while she’s punished.”
Grinning
like the cat that got the cream, the pretty young Nun knelt next to the quietly
weeping Celia and, slipping her hand under the woman’s big, out-thrust bum, gripped
her huge, bloated clitoris in her fingers and began milking it, vigorously.
At this
lewd and skilful handling of her extra sensitive tickler, Celia gasped and
groaned, loudly, and cried even more.
“Delicious!” Claudia cried, feasting her eyes on the full, rounded
flesh. “Sister Gloria, you may begin as soon as you like.”
The big
Nun had armed herself with a wide bladed, wooden paddle, which she ‘swished’
through the air with practice strokes, as the Abbess returned to her chair.
Walking to
where Celia’s beautiful face was forced to stare foreword, Gloria showed the
trembling brunette the cruel paddle and explained, in great detail, what she
was going to do with it.
Celia cried,
bitterly. Hot tears running down her cheeks to drip off her thrust out chin.
Gloria ran her soft fingers along the brunette’s stretched out throat and
smiled, evilly.
Pleased
with the Celia’s tears, the plump Nun walked, once again, to the woman’s rear
and looked, thoughtfully, down at the weeping woman’s fat arse. Holding the
paddle in her left hand, the big, beautiful Nun raised her powerful right hand
high in the air and brought it crashing down with a loud CRACK on one of the
crying brunette’s big buttocks.
“AAAAAAAAAH!” Celia cried out and, as her ripe body leaped
in her bonds, all eyes drank in the sight of the flaming red welt in the shape
of Gloria’s palm, that flooded across one soft, plump,
arsecheek.
Just then
the scrawny Quintus sat up in bed.
“By the Emperor!” He cried, his cruel eyes lighting up at
the sight before him. “This is a deliciously novel way to be awoken. Have I
missed much, my dear?”
“Very little, darling.” Laughed Claudia.
“Sister Gloria is just about to blister this Slut’s fat arse.” She leaned
forward in her seat. “Are you going to
use your hand, or the paddle, Sister?” She enquired.
“I love
giving it to them with my hand.” Gloria grinned to the Holy Mother. “But the
trouble is when I hit them ‘full force’ I hurt my hand as much as I hurt their
fat arses. So…….”
Taking up
her position behind the loudly crying Celia, the buxom Nun took the paddle in
her right hand and raised it high in the air above the brunette’s shuddering
white arsecheeks.
“Get
ready.” Laughed Gloria in gleeful anticipation. “Here
I come, ready or not.”
SPLATTTTTT! The polished paddle’s flat, wide blade, smacked hard into
both Celia’s big, soft, defenceless buttocks.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!” The brunette’s shriek filled
the room and echoed through the great halls of the Abbey as a wide, red welt,
rose up and flooded across the soft round cheeks her big scalded arse.
The
screaming woman’s pain-racked body was bound so firmly that it could hardly
move, but still it bucked and shook against its straps.
Gloria’s
arm rose once more and, again, came whistling down.
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Came the sound of
polished wood against soft, rounded flesh.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!” Again came Celia’s full blooded shriek of agony, as the powerful
Nun had struck with all her strength. The bright, cruel eyes of all the Nuns
and Quintus, glowed with savage delight, as they fixed on the strapped down
woman’s blazing, red arse. Drucilla, giggling, continued her vigorous milking
of the shrieking brunette’s stiff tickler and could actually feel the heat
radiating off the woman’s big, boiling bum.
Up high
went Gloria’s arm and, swiftly, down again.
SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! Went the flat blade across
both the brunette’s blazing, shuddering, arsecheeks.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!” Came the shriek, but
this time, as her pain washed body bucked, helplessly, against the straps,
Celia’s big cunt winked, her pisshole pouted, and out gushed a great jet of hot, steaming piss. The jet shot straight out
behind her for some yards and completely missed the two laughing Nuns who stood
to either side of her red hot, blistered arse.
During
the next twenty or so heavy strokes of the paddle, the jet of piss died down to
a spurt at each stroke, Celia shrieked herself hoarse, while all the others in
the room laughed, gleefully, at her agony. Suddenly, the Holy Mother called a
halt.
“Just a moment!” She cried. “We are wasting these fine
shrieks, when they can be put to good use.”
She rose
from the chair and moved near to the writhing, strapped down Slave.
“And let
us all get more comfortable.” She laughed, quickly shedding her habit until all
she wore was her black stockings, which were gartered just above her knees. All
the other Nuns quickly followed suite until they were all in the same state of
undress.
“Now,
Drucilla, you continue frigging her clit.” Claudia instructed as the young Nun
fell to her knees and quickly got to work. “And you, Quintus, my love, you are
going to love this.”
Taking the
skinny old wretch by his huge, swollen prick, the Abbess led him around to
where Celia’s lovely face stared, tearfully, out into the room.
Claudia
stooped slightly to look into her sobbing ex-Sister-in-law’s tearful eyes.
“Are you
enjoying yourself, Slut?” She asked the weeping woman. “How is that fat arse of
yours? Warming up I hope. Never mind. Sister Gloria
will get back to it in just a moment.”
She looked
at Gloria and pointed to a draw.
“Sister.” She laughed. “You will find a Jaw Clamp in there.
Fit it into this Slut’s mouth, will you?”
Eager to
get back to flogging the woman’s blistered bum, Gloria hurried to comply. She
got the Jaw Clamp and showed it to the crying brunette, explaining that, with
this device, the victim would have her jaws forced open to three and a half
inches.
“This
might hurt a little.” The plump naked woman laughed.
When the
plump Nun tried to place the Clamp into the Slaves mouth, Celia closed her
lips, tight, with determination. With a grin, Gloria pinched their victim’s
nostrils together. For a few moments Celia, stubbornly, tried to keep her mouth
closed, but, desperate for breath, she soon had to open her jaws wide to gasp
in a big lungful of air.
With a
chuckle, Gloria quickly slipped the cruel Clamp between Celia’s teeth and
forced her jaws wide open with it.
“That’s
just how I want her.” Grinned Claudia. She turned to
her evil old lover and leered. “Slip your lovely big knob into her pretty
mouth, Sweetheart, and push it right in.”
“That’s a
dammed good idea.” Grinned the old letch, and he pushed his big, pulsing
prick-head between Celia’s full lips, through her clamped open jaws and into
her soft, hot, wet mouth.
“You can
get it in a lot farther than that, darling.” Smiled the
Abbess, sweetly.
“I’m right
up against the back of her throat.” Quintus explained.
“Look.” Said Claudia, taking control of the situation herself. “Push
you knob right against the back of her throat and against her epiglottis.”
“I told
you.” Said Quintus, pressing foreword and making Celia gag.
“I’ve already done that.”
“Good.” Went on the Abbess. “Now firmly push your knob right through
her epiglottis and right down her throat. It might be a little difficult, but you
can do it.”
“Well, if
you say so.” Quintus replied. And, giggling like a schoolgirl, he gripped the
crying brunette by the back of her head and her chin and forced his huge prick
right down her throat.
As they
all, eagerly, watched Quintus’ long, thick shaft disappear into Celia’s throat,
the groaning brunette began gagging and retching and, before their eyes, her
tongue began to protrude out along the
underside of the lecher’s thick shaft, coating it with strings of her
thick, frothy, saliva.
“That’s
the way. I told you it could be done.” Giggled Claudia, her
flushed face close to that of her chocking Sister-in-law. “Push it right
in until her nose presses against you pubic mound. You’ll make her swallow your
prick like a sword swallower swallows a sword. That’s it. Push it right down
her throat.”
“Oooo! Look!” Cried Drucilla, still
skilfully masturbating the choking woman. “Her throat is swelling right
up. You can see it swell as his cock goes down. It’s twice as thick as it was.”
“Ooooo! Yes!” Laughed Gloria. “It
looks as though she has a goitre.”
“Watch!” Said the Holy Mother. “Her
tongue is touching his balls.”
“AAAAAAAH!” Gasped Quintus, as he felt the
touch of Celia’s hot, wet tongue tip on his dangling bollocks. And, with
a deep sigh of satisfaction, he thrust the whole length of his huge prick down
the gagging, struggling woman’s throat until, finally, he pressed her nose
right against his pubic mound and her tongue lapped under his big balls.
“There!
Isn’t that amusing?” Laughed Claudia. “Quickly now,
Gloria, resume her thrashing and we will see what happens.”
Gloria
picked up her paddle and raising it high, brought it down on Celia’s scalded
bumcheeks with all her might.
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
As the
heavy paddle smacked onto the hysterical brunette’s bright red, shuddering
buttocks, so the choking woman tried to scream. Her body shook and juddered,
her eyes bulged from her head. Her muted shriek shot through her swollen throat
and vibrated her extended tongue, which lapped under and around Quintus’
dangling bollocks, sending quivers of lustful delight through his skeletal old
body.
“AH!
FUCK!” He yelled. “THIS IS FUCKING BLISS!”
And as
Gloria beat her paddle on the gagging woman’s scalding arse and Drucilla
frigged skilfully, Quintus gripped Celia’s head and began fucking her lovely
face, vigorously.
“Oh, yes!
Give it to her, darling.” Claudia squealed, fingering her own frothing cunt,
furiously.
Skilfully,
Quintus slid his throbbing shaft, swiftly, in and out of the gagging brunette’s
stretched gullet. Carefully, only withdrawing its long length until its knob
reached her epiglottis, so its rubbery ring squeezed and clenched around and
all along the length of his thick girth.
On the big
prick’s every withdrawal, Celia’s throat gave a heave and a cough and great
gobs of saliva would spurt from the stretched O of her lips and thickly coat
his big, swinging balls. On its inward thrust, the gagging woman’s tongue would
protrude, alarmingly, and lap, delightfully, around his balls and anus.
“AAAAAAAAAH!” The Senator groaned as he gazed down at his
victim’s sweating face. “This is fucking blissssss!”
Laughing
in delight, Gloria brought her paddle down hard, again and again, across the
leaping, roasted, arsecheeks of the gagging, screaming, tightly bound Celia. Skilfully,
she timed her strokes to land just as Quintus rammed his cock, deep, into the
brunette’s stretched and bulging throat. This technique ensured that the
woman’s stifled shriek would cause her throat to clench, deliciously, around
the pulsing root of the grunting Senator’s shaft.
“AAAAAAH! FUUUUUUCK!” Quintus
yelled, after some minuets of furiously fucking his choking victim’s distorted
face. “I’M GOING TO CUM!”
Skilfully,
Gloria quickened her strokes to match the old lecher’s furious thrusts. The
powerful Nun rained strokes down across both blazing cheeks of Celia’s big,
burning bum until……
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Quintus bellowed as, with
sweating, bright red face, his eyes bulging from his head, he withdrew his
length out of Celia’s throat, until only his great knob filled her gullet and
shot a massive wad of thick, boiling spunk into her throat.
Celia
made a gargling, retching sound, as if she were throwing up, then a sharp cough
and a great gout of thick, hot spunk, exploded out of
each of her nostrils.
“HHHHHHHHAAA!” With
a big sigh of contentment, the decrepit old goat stepped back and pulled his
wilting prick, like a long, slimy, brown hose, out of the sobbing brunette’s
gaping mouth, with a loud, wet, POP!
A gush of
thick, white, spunk, shot out of the sobbing, retching, coughing woman’s
clamped open mouth, ran down over her extended tongue and dripped off her chin.
“Great
work, Quintus.” Laughed the delighted Abbess, patting her
gasping lover on the back. “But stiffen up again. I’ve another little
job for you in a few moments.”
Bending down
to get a close look at her Sister-in-law’s red, spunk splashed face, Claudia
gloated over the woman’s humiliation.
“Are you
sure you’ve had some good shots of her face in this state?” The naked Holy
Mother asked Sister Clemantine, who had been moving around the little group,
getting the best close up’s.
“Oh, yes,
Holy Mother.” The Holo-Cam Nun assured her superior. “I’ve caught it all. The
images are really gross and are already being processed.”
“Excellent!” Claudia cried. “That really was, Sisters. But we haven’t
finished with her yet.”
Moving
around to examine Celia’s scalded arsecheeks, the Abbess again stooped down to
get a closer look at the crying woman’s roasted bumflesh.
“This is
excellent work too, Sister Gloria.” Claudia laughed as she squeezed the hot,
scared and welted flesh with her fingers and brought shrieks of pain from the
woman’s still gaping mouth. “But the paddle couldn’t reach the more exciting
places in her bum-groove, could it?”
“This
would be the best tool for that job, Holy Mother.” Leered Gloria, as she showed
Claudia the long flexible cane she was now holding in her strong, right hand.
“Lovely!” Squealed the Holy Lady, her eyes dancing with cruel delight.
“Sister Drucilla, take the Jaws-Clamp out of her mouth, while Gloria and I
adjust the block.”
And
working quickly together, the Abbess and her lesbian lover placed a handle in
the frame and, turning it, made the back end rise up and the front end, with
Celia’s big tits dangling, lowered down towards the floor.
“There.
That’s it.” Said the excited Mother Superior, as the
squealing brunette’s big, red, swollen arse was now pointing to the ceiling.
“Drucilla, my dear. You and I will pull this Slut’s
fat arsecheeks apart and give Sister Gloria a good shot along her groove.”
Suiting
words to actions, Claudia and the younger Nun positioned themselves each side
of the terrified woman’s rearing arse and, gripping one of her boiling,
swollen, bumcheeks, each, they pulled them wide apart.
“NAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAAAH!” Celia
screamed out. “No! Please! Not there! Not there!”
Sister
Gloria leered evilly. The screaming woman’s pulled apart buttocks left her
enhanced arsehole and cunt exposed and totally defenceless. The big, naked Nun
lined up the long cane along the wide opened groove and, while everyone in the
room, waited with bated breath, she raised it high above her head.
The cane
hovered there for one moment and then came whistling down to land, with a loud,
wet, CRACK, along the inner flesh of the groove.
“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!” Celia shrieked, as her
arsehole and cuntcrack swelled right up as a great dark blue welt, flared up
along the groove of her arse.
The
woman’s arsehole and cunt seemed to dance with a life of their own as her
wrinkled, pouting, anal ring and her gaping, swelling cuntcrack, writhed under
the cruel blow.
SWISHHHHHHHHHH! CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Went the vicious
cane, again slicing along the inner flesh of the shrieking brunette’s open and
defenceless arse groove.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH! AAAAH! AAAH!” The struggling woman’s screams rang through the
Abbey.
A laughing
Gloria moved foreword to inspect the damage. She and both the Nuns pulling
apart Celia’s buttocks and an eager Clemantine, all gazed, gloatingly, at the
brunette’s swollen openings. As they watched the moaning woman’s wrinkled ring
and the soft, wet, inner flesh of her convulsing cunt, swelled up and
turned a dark blue.
“Lovely!” Giggled Claudia, spitefully. “I think that will tighten her
up a bit. Now let’s get her back in position.”
Quickly
the Nuns returned Celia to the same position she had been in before. Bringing a
tube of petroleum jelly from a draw, Claudia squeezed a liberal potion onto her
Sister-in-law’s arsehole and worked it well in and around the badly swollen
anal-ring.
“NO!
PLEASE NO!” Celia begged when she realized what they were going to do to her
next. But all to no avail.
Calling
the old Senator to her, the Holy Mother gripped his, again, stiffly standing
cock and, after having greased up its thick shaft, she, with her own hand,
pressed the great knob against the crying, sobbing, brunette’s badly swollen
bumhole.
“Right, darling.” Claudia cried, knowing full well that her
hated Sister-in-law had never been Sodomized before.
“Ram it up her virgin arse.”
A drooling
Quintus leaned over and, gripping Celia’s soft shoulders in his bony claws,
spreading his skinny thighs around her broad hips and shuffling his feet
foreword, pressed the huge knob of his big prick, firmly, against the tightly
swollen ring of her greased up arsehole and thrust it in.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!” Again Celia’s shriek ran through
the Abbey. The spiteful beating of her virgin anus had tightened the rubbery
ring and insured a painful entry. Her virgin arsehole tried to resist the
thrust, but Quintus was an experienced rapist and he knew just what to do.
He kept up
his knob’s pressure on the screaming woman’s greased anus and, slowly, he felt
the tight ring of swollen flesh begin to open up over the tip of his steel
stiff shaft.
Celia, her
head still tied back, also felt her arsehole give.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She shrieked as her ring gave way
and stretched open over the old lecher’s massive 4 inch girth. Suddenly the
screaming brunette’s stretching sphincter muscle broke and Quintus’ whole 12
inch length slid, to the root, into Celia’s bowels.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA!” The raped woman
shrieked as the big cock was engulfed, to the balls, in her fat, ravished arse.
Feeling
his bloated length deeply embedded in the screaming woman’s hot shit, Quintus
withdrew his prick to the pulsing knob, then thrust it back in again.
Celia’s
high pitched shrieks drowned out the cruel laughter of the naked Nuns and the
animal grunts of her skinny, pot bellied rapist, whose vigorous buggering of
her big arse was beginning to stimulate all the new sexual nerve clusters in
her tight turd tube.
Each time
the lascivious old letch slammed his throbbing shaft into the screaming
brunette’s busted bumhole, his bony hips would thud against her bruised and
burning buttocks. His technique ensured that her pain, not only emanated from
her raped and pounded bowels, but also from the constant smacking of her
scalding hot arsecheeks.
With his
drooling mouth against her ear, he would croon obscenities to her as he thrust.
“There, my
sweet, does that feel nice?” He’d croak. “Do you feel it, sliding through your
hot shit as I beat it into a batter? Take that! And that! And
that!”
And he
ploughed his long length, well lubricated with her inner oils, in and out of
her stretched and bulging, shit ringed arsehole.
Sister Gloria leered over to her lascivious
leader.
“Such a vigorous buggering.” She laughed, spitefully. “She
must be getting quite hungry from all this hard work.”
“Yes. She
must be.” Claudia giggled. “Get the dessert, Gloria. It’s time we fed her.”
The plump,
giggling Sister hurried away and quickly returned with the big, white plate and
its large turd.
With
Gloria keeping out of the buggered brunette’s sight, Claudia moved around her
sweat coated body to where Celia’s head was still strapped back and her lovely,
agonized, martyred Madonna’s face, hot tears flowing down her red flushed
cheeks, jerked and juddered at every vicious poke she received from the old
man’s powerful prick.
Putting
her face close to that of the buggered woman, she smiled, evilly.
“Are you
enjoying yourself, Sister-in-law?” She asked, sweetly.
Celia
didn’t seem to hear. Her eyes were glazed and her big, dangling udders were
swinging, violently, back and fore, in time with jolts of the rapist’s prick.
Quintus’ gloating face could be seen, looking over her round, plump, shoulder.
“Fucking bliss.” He hissed through lust twisted lips.
The Holy
Mother caught the woman’s swinging jugs in her hands and, lifting one of the
fleshy globes to her mouth, bit down hard on its big, rubbery nipple.
“NAAAH!” Celia cried and her tearful eyes focused,
fearfully, on the Abbess’s glairing face.
“I said, are you enjoying yourself, Sister-in-law?” Claudia
repeated.
“Oh!
Please! Please Claudia! Make him stop! Make him stop!”
The crying, jerking, woman, squealed, tears
splashing everywhere.
“I’ll tell
you what.” Claudia crooned. “We’ll all have a little stop for breakfast. How about that?”
“Will he
stop?” Replied the sobbing brunette, hopefully. “Will he take it out?”
“Take what
out of where, sweetheart?” Smiled the cruel Abbess.
“You must be specific.”
Celia’s
flushed face blushed even more.
“Take
his……thing,…out of my…..b..bottom?”
The buggered woman stuttered.
“No, no!”
Claudia Laughed. “You must refer to them by their proper names. That’s if you
want me to understand what it is you want.”
Celia
jerked and winced from a particularly hard jab of Quintus’ prick.
“They are
called.” Continued Claudia. “His
lovely big prick. Not his, ‘thing’. And it’s not called your ‘bottom’.
It’s called your ‘shitty arsehole’. Understand?”
Celia
nodded, tearfully, as Quintus gave her another hard jab.
“Well, go
on then.” The Holy Mother leered. “Ask me again. Properly
this time.”
Celia’s
lovely face blushed an even brighter red as she
started to speak.
“W.. Will he take hi…his….” The woman’s voice faltered.
“Go on.”
Claudia prompted.
“Will he
ta…take his lo..lovely big prick out of my…sh..shitty arsehole?” She asked, the
scarlet flush spreading down over her big udders.
“There.
You see? That wasn’t all that difficult, was it?” The Abbess grinned. She was
delighted to hear her snooty Sister-in-law’s sweet mouth utter such obscenities.
“I’ll tell
you what we’ll do.” She giggled. “He will leave his ‘lovely big prick’ stuck up
you ‘shitty arsehole’ but just as long as you eat all of your breakfast, he
won’t bugger you. How’s that for a compromise?”
With
Quintus’ ‘lovely big prick’ still pounding her bowels, the sobbing brunette had
little option but to agree. Still crying, she nodded her head as best she
could.
Claudia
signalled the Rapist, who rammed his throbbing shaft deep into the weeping brunette’s
bowel and kept its whole length embedded there.
“Sister
Gloria.” Leered the Holy Mother. “Place the Slut’s
breakfast dessert in front of her, if you please.”
Sister
Drucilla placed a small table before the sobbing woman’s face and the plump,
pretty Gloria, placed the full, white plate onto the table in front of her.
Celia was
relieved that Quintus had stopped buggering her, but was still aware of his big
cock throbbing away deep in her bowels. Trying to put this out of her mind, she
turned her eyes to the big plate in front of her eyes. At first, she did not
realize what it was she was looking at. Then, as her eyes became focused, she
gave a cry of disgust and tried, unsuccessfully, to pull her lovely face away.
“Yes!
Isn’t it lovely?” Claudia laughed. “Its a little dessert that
your sweet Clair made for you. Wasn’t that thoughtful of her? I just
know you are going to love it. That sweet child must have a beautiful flavour.
Gloria, pass me that silver spoon, please.”
The Holy
Mother carefully scooped up a heaped spoonful of the thick shit and held it to
Celia’s disgust twisted lips.
The bound
woman had gone quite pale. She pressed her lips tightly together and tried to
shake her head.
“No?”
Claudia asked, placing the spoon on the plate. “In that
case……Sister Gloria.”
When the
plump Sister came foreword, in her hand she held a flat-jawed
pliers. Smiling sweetly, the plump, naked woman, lifted one of the
snivelling Slut’s big udders and, carefully gripping its big, walnut sized
nipple in its steel jaws, she crushed the rubbery teat flat.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!” Celia shrieked as
blood spurted from her tortured tit. Then, as Gloria dropped the first and
picked up the second jug. “NO! NO! DON’T!
PLEASE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”
Again the
brunette’s scream rang through the Abbey. More blood spurted from her abused
breast.
Gloria
stepped back and Claudia picked up the shit filled spoon and again offered it
to Celia’s lovely mouth. Again the brunette tried to shake her head. Claudia
stepped back and Sister Gloria showed Celia a dozen or so long steel skewers,
about 10 inches long and very sharp. The bound woman’s eyes bulged from her
head.
“Oh! No!”
She gasped. “No! No, I’ll….I’ll…..”
Smiling,
Claudia lifted the spoon to Celia’s sweet mouth, again. Her big eyes still
fixed on Gloria’s skewers, the woman’s lovely full lips first trembled then
opened a little.
“Here.
This is your little treat, straight out of your lovely young friend. And it’s
all for you.” Claudia leered again.
Celia’s
eyes turned and fell on to the heaped spoonful. Her mouth turned down at the
edges and she shuddered with disgust.
“Open wide.” Claudia crooned. “Have your first taste of your
little sweetheart’s huge turd. You are going to eat every lovely mouthful. So open up.”
Shuddering, the bound, naked woman, slowly opened her mouth wide.
“Put out
your tongue.” The Holy Mother commanded, shaking with lust and hot cuntjuice
running down her inner thighs.
The naked,
shuddering, brunette, extended her tongue out of her
gaping mouth.
“That’s
the way.” Claudia giggled, and she carefully pushed the heaped spoonful of
thick shit, into the beautiful woman’s wide open mouth and, twisting the spoon,
dropped the whole pile of stinking excrement onto the back of Celia’s tongue.
Taking the
spoon away, Claudia smiled at her horrified victim.
“Take you
tongue in.” She instructed.
Celia
obeyed.
“Now close
you mouth.” Claudia continued.
Once
again, Celia obeyed, her cheeks bulging.
“Now open
your mouth again.” Ordered The Holy Mother.
When Celia
opened her mouth wide, Claudia and all the rest of the Nuns came around to see.
“Ooooo! Look!” Laughed Drucilla.
“The shit is spread all around her tongue and a large lump of the stuff is
filling her mouth. What a dirty Slut she is!”
While all the women laughed Claudia continued with her instructions.
“Close
your mouth and chew your food nicely.” She ordered the shuddering, naked woman.
And,
almost puking, the degraded Celia commenced to slowly, chew her special treat.
As Claudia
and the other Nuns gloated over the shapely brunette’s total degradation, they
fondled and groped each other’s soft, naked bodies.
Before the
weeping Celia had swallowed all the big, mouthful of turd she was chewing,
Claudia had once again filled the spoon with shit and lifted it to her
Sister-in-law’s lips.
“Open wide,
you dirty Bitch.” She sneered. And when the abused woman had complied, she
filled the brunette’s mouth full, again.
Groaning
with self disgust, Celia tried to eat the turd as quickly as she could, but
urging and retching while chewing made it almost impossible. Claudia filling
her mouth with big spoonfuls of crap before she could swallow that, which she
was already chewing, added, greatly, to her humiliation.
Then they
wanted her to speak while eating!
“How does
it taste?” She was asked by Drucilla.
“Does she
have a nice flavour?” Leered Sister Gloria.
Celia
tried to gulp it down, but retched and coughed, smearing her full lips with
shit and splattering her big breasts.
“OH!” She
cried out in tearful frustration. “I was taught not to speak with my mouth
full.”
“Right, you dirty, lippy whore!” Snarled
Claudia. “I say you have broken our agreement. So while you eat the rest
of this turd, Quintus can bugger you as you chew. And if you give me any more
trouble, Gloria can use her skewers on those big udders of yours.”
“NAAAAH!” The naked woman cried out, her mouth full of turd,
as she felt Quintus’ big cock begin plunging, swiftly, in and out of her
swollen rectum, pounding her tripes and beating her shit to a batter.
“Please no! He hurts my bot….my shitty arsehole so
much.” She sobbed.
But
Claudia only shovelled more big spoonfuls of turd into her shit soiled mouth.
The
violent buggery and the spoon feeding went on for another twenty minuets,
before Celia had eaten all the big turd and Quintus, bellowing like a bull, had
pumped pints of boiling spunk into the raped woman’s shit packed bowels and the
Holy Mother had made her lick the plate clean. After that Claudia had thought
up some crude variations of the game.
Releasing
Celia from her bonds, she had been made to kneel up-right on the floor while
all the Nuns had taken turns to stand before her, knees spread, and piss into
her mouth. She had tried to comply with her orders, to drink as much of their
piss as she could, and now her swollen belly swished and swayed with the weight
of her meal and beverage. But, at least the piss had cleaned away the awful
taste of the turd from her mouth.
Then
Claudia made her squat on the table and crap out into a large wine glass all
the hot spunk that Quintus had pumped into her fat arse. When she had filled
the glass with the thick, brown streaked, bullock cream, she was made to drink
it all down.
They took
the glass from her hand and she slumped, defeated, back on her heels. Head
down, she sobbed and cried, the tears running down her lovely face and dripping
down on her big filth spattered breasts, which juddered, prettily, as she
sobbed.
“Slut.” The voice was all too familiar. Her eyes focused on a pair of pretty feet,
their toenails painted bright red. She knew they belonged to her Sister-in-law.
She raised her eyes up the Abbess’s shapely bare legs, up along the full, white
thighs and stopped at the big, plump, bald cunt, which bulged out at her right
before her eyes. The big, stiff, blood congested tickler, thrust out, proudly,
from its inadequate hood and the weeping brunette could actually see it throb.
Her eyes travelled higher, over the Holy Mother’s rounded belly, up over her
big, red nippled breasts, up passed the lovely, cruel mouth, to the contempt
filled eyes that stared, hotly, back at her.
“Well, at
least you’ve learned your name.” Laughed the Abbess, placing
her feet either side of her victim’s thighs and moving her fat cunt closer to
Celia’s tearfilled eyes. “I’ve one last task for you this morning, Slut.
Nothing too difficult. All you have to do is suck my
cunt until I cum.”
And,
clasping the crying, naked woman’s head in both her hands, she thrust her hips
foreword and pressed her cunt, hard, against Celia’s lovely mouth.
Submissively, the sobbing brunette gripped Claudia’s hips and, opening her jaws
wide, she sucked all of her Mistress’s hot, wet, cuntflesh, into her eager
mouth.
The
lovely, naked matron, sucked on the aroused Abbess’s hot, wet cunt, with a
relish fired by her new found masochism and moving her hands to grip the
libertines plump bumcheeks, she pulled the Nun’s juicy crack against her face
and, furiously, tongue lashed her big, throbbing clit.
Squealing
with lust, Claudia pulled Celia’s lovely face against her cunt and, gleefully,
fucked her sweet mouth.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” It didn’t take long. A sweat soaked
Claudia was soon spurting her thick cuntcustard into the eager brunette’s
greedily sucking mouth.
To end the
session, Celia was made to drink a toast to Clair’s delicious turd, with the
large wine glass full of the lovely young blonde’s own strong, amber piss,
which had been brought in as part of the raped woman’s breakfast treat.
Apart from
their victim, all involved agreed that the morning’s entertainment had been
delightful. And they all found that Celia was much more amenable to lewd suggestions
from that day on.
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