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Chapter 15. The Garden Party. The Sisterhood of Spite.
It really was a classy affair. Some of the most elite and powerful people of Paris were there. But then, all the Reverent Mother’s parties were ‘Classy’ affairs. This Garden Party was no exception. It was also a most beautiful day. The Abbey Gardens were at their very best and the sun shone down on the colourful array of soft furnishings that scattered the lawn between the sweet smelling flowerbeds and the superbly carved obscene sculptures.
The guests, about a hundred in all, mostly women, all lewdly dressed or even stark naked, milled around in groups talking excitedly while consuming the exotic food and drink that was being served to them by naked slavegirls. These slavegirls, all beautiful, were well aware of the danger they were in. They carried out there duties with an air of fear and foreboding that was reflected in their cowed demeanour and their fearful facial expressions. They were used to being groped and sexually assaulted, but in this place, they knew, each moment could be their last. For them the day would surely end in tears. Each Slavegirl had been, without their knowledge, prepared for this event. Drugs had been secretly administered to them that would keep the girls conscious, no matter how much pain they experienced and others that enhanced and heightened their sexual arousal and responses.
The Sisterhood was out in force, mingling with the guests, spreading malicious gossip or gleefully discussing the latest sadistic spectacles broadcast on the Holo-Channels. The cruel raping of Celia in the comedy show ‘Walking the Whores’ had been very well received when it was first broadcast only last week. It had been nominated for a Comedy Award at the Holo-Oscars, but everyone knew that the Reverent Mother’s show ‘Big Breasts BBQ’, that had been filmed four months ago, would take the first prize. It had had rave reviews and Claudia had already promised that ‘Big Breasts BBQ 2’, the filming of the same poor Bitch getting her newly grown udders sliced off a
second time, would be even crueller than the first one. Her fans could hardly wait.
The Nuns, acting as hostesses, saw to it that all the guests were well fed and comfortable. They had already made themselves very comfortable. Their black and stiffened white habits were worn in the modified manner. Their breasts, tightly banded at the base, were bulging out of the two elasticized opening in the front of the black garments like pale, over ripe melons. Their voluminous black skirts had been cast aside, leaving their voluptuous bodies naked from their rounded bellies down to where their black stockings were gartered a few inches above their knees. Their plump bald cunts, soft rounded buttocks and full white thighs were on full display to every one.
Holy Mother Claudia, surrounded by her close circle of special friends was dressed in the same manner has her Nuns and held court with style. Lounging back in a soft cushioned armchair, one plump thigh draped carelessly over its arm, she was well aware that everyone in her vicinity was gazing, lecherously, at her gaping, bald cunt.
“Yes.” She continued, idly running her juice coated frigging finger around the tip her big, bloated, red clitoris as it thrust its throbbing length out of its hood. “I think it’s about time we began the amusements, don’t you?”
She turned to Sister Gloria.
“Sweetheart.” She smiled at the big, buxom Nun. “Round up these Slave Sluts and bring them to the Grandstand, would you?” She glanced at her, eager to please, young acolytes awaiting their orders. “Girls. Tell the guests to gather at the Grandstand. The Entertainment is about to begin.”
As Sisters Clementine, Drusilla, Maria and Rose, hurried away to round up the audience, Claudia rose to her feet. At this move, her friends, the Lady Clitia and her Husband Lord Antonio, Senator Quintus Maximus, Markus, Gaius Julius and Brutus, all stood up and followed the full, swaying bare arse of the Holy Mother to the Grandstand.
Being such a lovely day, the Grandstand roof had been taken away, leaving just a base of smooth marble standing about a foot out of the lush green grass and covered in soft cushions and thick carpets, with a few heavy bracing blocks and strapping frames standing ready for use. Four metal posts a little way apart stood at the edge of the circle. Standing about 15 feet high the two pairs supported two strong steel girders which crossed over and above the marble base and which held travelling pulleys and winches for which there was a small control consul set into one of the support columns.
Very quickly all the guests eagerly crowded around this ‘stage’ and waited, impatiently for the fun to begin.
The younger Nuns had herded the naked Slavegirls into a line near the round marble Bandstand base and left the trembling girls standing, snivelling quietly, tears running down their cheeks and splashing down over their bare breasts.
An expectant hush fell over the crowd, so that you could hear the insects buzzing in the heat of the garden, as Clitia and Antonio helped Claudia up onto the make-shift stage. Then they and the tall, scrawny old Senator, Quintus Maximus, stood quietly flanking the Holy Mother. Quintus, as usual when naked, looked quite repulsive. His tall stringy old body, looking as if he was well into his 90s, but sporting his huge, thick, knotty prick, that thrust up, stiff and throbbing from under his white, pot-bellied gut and dribbling pre-cum down its length like wax running down a candle.
“Friends.” Said Claudia, smiling sweetly while addressing the eager guests. “Thank you all for coming today. I know when you attend one of my little ‘get-togethers’ you all know that you will get the sort of entertainment you relish. So let’s just get on with the Show and let the fun begin.”
While the crowd applauded, Claudia looked over at the line of 30 sobbing, naked Slavegirls standing to one side. She seemed to consider them for a moment and then called to her buxom second in command.
“Sister Gloria.” She cried, pointing her elegant finger. “Bring me that one there. Third from the left. Yes, that’s right. The young looking one with the dark hair. She’s lovely.”
Gloria moved to the girl and, taking her by her arm, led her up onto the Grandstand and stood her before the Holy Mother.
The beautiful young Slave was now sobbing and crying bitterly but, ignoring the girl’s tears, Claudia placed a comforting arm around her heaving shoulders.
“You’re a beauty and no mistake.” Smiled the Nun, sweetly. “What is your name, my child?”
“Melanie, if you please, Holy Mother.” The little Slave sobbed, pitifully.
“That’s a pretty name.” Claudia continued, squeezing the girl’s voluptuous body against her own hot, naked flesh. “And how old are you, Melanie?” She asked.
“I’m just turned sixteen, Holy Mother.” The girl sobbed in reply.
“Sixteen?” Answered Claudia in surprise. “I would have said that you were just a well developed fourteen year old.” The lovely Nun cuddled the girl’s full fleshed body closer to her own. “Never mind. We are going to have some real fun with you today.” She said, with an evil leer to the grinning guests.
Dropping her beautifully manicured hand to the weeping Slavegirl’s big breasts, Claudia began fondling them, lewdly.
“My! These udders of yours are very big, aren’t they my dear?” She asked the squirming girl. “And so very sensitive too.” She added, twirling and twisting the long, rubbery nipples between her finger and thumb.
“Are you fucked regularly, my dear?” She asked the hotly blushing girl.
Melanie didn’t answer for a short while, and then cried out in pain as the Holy Mother squeezed her big breast, hard, in her right hand, the soft, white flesh bulging out between her gripping fingers as she did so.
“You didn’t answer right away. Now that was naughty.” Smiled Claudia, relaxing her grip on the girl’s big tit and returning her fingers to the tweaking of her stiff nipple. “You must always obey me, promptly. Tell me the truth now. Are you fucked regularly?”
The girl’s sobs were turning to a heavy gasping as the fondling of her big breasts got more insistent.
“Yes, Holy Mother.” Melanie gasped, running her pink tongue over her full lips. “I am used at least once every day.”
“By different people?” The Nun asked.
“Yes, Holy Mother.” The girl answered.
“Oh, and you love it, don’t you? You dirty little Slut!” Leered Claudia, while the Slavegirl blushed red with shame.
Lowering her head and lifting the gasping girl’s big tit to her mouth, the lascivious Nun began sucking and nibbling on the big, stiff nipple.
Melanie’s gasps and groans grew louder as, closely watched by their delighted audience, Claudia’s hand dropped lower, brushing lightly over the standing girl’s rounded belly until it firmly cupped her bald and lust swollen cunt in its palm.
On feeling the girl’s hot cuntcream running into her hand, the Holy Mother, still gnawing on the Slave’s big nipple, slipped her middle finger along the groaning Melanie’s sopping cuntcrack until it found her stiff and throbbing clitoris and began strumming on its bloated stalk.
Standing slumped in Claudia’s arms, the groaning girl’s reaction to the skilful masturbation of her tickler was to spread her dimpled knees and rise one pretty foot up onto its toes, allowing the Nun’s hand full access to her pouting twat. With her plump thighs open wide, a weeping Melanie began to hump her bulging crack against the Holy Mother’s skilful hand.
The audience laughed with delight at the girl’s reaction.
Now Claudia had two fingers thrust, knuckle deep, into the squealing Slavegirl’s convulsing cunt while strumming her
throbbing clit with her thumb. The rapid fingering of the girl’s dribbling gash became swifter and swifter. The wet sound of the Nun’s thrusting hand’s fast, Slop Slop Slop Slop against Melanie’s plump, bald cuntlips was clearly heard. Her eyes rolling back in her head until only the whites were seen, the girl’s voluptuous naked body began to shudder as if she were having a sexual fit. Lifting her wimpled head to watch, Claudia gloated over the young girl’s spectacular orgasmic display.
Coming around to stand on the other side of the squealing Slavegirl, a leering Lady Clitia slipped her right hand between Melanie’s big, juddering buttocks and quickly thrust two stiffened fingers up into her tight, wrinkled, little anus.
“NNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Yelled the Slavegirl, wracked by her orgasm, and thrusting her hips forward she spattered her cuntcustard over the floor and the Abbess’s flashing fingers.
Pressing her mouth over the shuddering girl’s full, soft lips Claudia slipped her tongue deep into the girl’s throat and continued her vigorous masturbation to bring Melanie to her second orgasm without allowing her to rest between.
Between them the Lady Clitia and the Holy Mother brought the squealing young Slavegirl to orgasm eight times over ten minutes. Her cunt frothed and her thick juices coated her soft inner thighs, running down her shapely legs to pool around her pretty feet. After they had finished the session the Holy Mother made the gasping girl acknowledge the crowd’s applause and humiliated her more by lifting one of her legs and displaying her wet and winking cuntcrack and her red raw arsehole to the jeering audience.
Holding the shamed and blushing girl between Clitia and herself, Claudia called to the eager guests.
“Now we’ll have a change of pace.” She laughed.
Highly aroused and getting hornier by the minute, the Mother Superior’s own plump white inner thighs were also slicked with juice from her dribbling crack. Quickly, she turned
Melanie’s sweat dripping body so the young girl’s back and superbly rounded arse was towards the crowd. Bending the girl over a heavy bracing block she and Clitia strapped the young Slave’s ankles to the lower front corners then, with the girl’s chest and shoulders protruding out over the far side, they strapped her wrists to its rear. To complete the girl’s bondage, a leather strap was drawn over the small of her back and tightened down. This left the girl’s big breasts hanging down, dangling over the far side of the block and her big, round bum rearing up to the eager eyes of the excited audience at the front.
“Friends.” Claudia addressed the excited crowd. “I will now, for your pleasure, severely punish this randy little whore.”
The Abbess walked around the bracing block and, gripping the sobbing Slavegirl by her hair, forced her to look up into her face.
“Did you hear what I said to these good people, you horny little Slut?” Claudia asked the weeping girl.
Yes, Holy Mother.” Melanie sobbed, tears running down her pretty, red flushed face. “You said you are going to punish me.”
“And do you know why I’m going to punish you?” The Nun went on, with an evil smile.
“No, Holy Mother.” Melanie sobbed. “I’ve tried to be a good girl.”
“And so you are, my dear. A very good girl. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Claudia gave her angelic smile again. “The reason I’m going to hurt you, is to entertain my guests her today. The more I hurt you, the more pleasure they get. And I’m going to give them, and myself, a lot of pleasure.”
And pressing her lovely mouth to the girl’s she French kissed her again, thrusting her tongue down the sobbing Slave’s throat. Then, straightening up, she moved back to where the girl’s big round bum reared up towards the excited guests. Contemplating Melanie’s plump, white buttocks, she ran her hands over them for a moment. Spreading the soft arsecheeks
wide she gazed with delight down at the girl’s wrinkled, pouting pink anus.
“Right, Sister Gloria.” She called, squeezing the soft cheeks with relish. “Bring me the heavy paddle. Let’s start her screaming.”
So, while the guests clapped their hands and shouted their approval, a grinning Sister Gloria took up a large, polished wooden paddle from a bench full of torture tools that stood near by, and handed it to the Mother Superior.
Claudia examined the cruel implement with open delight and showed it to the crowd.
“No foreplay today.” She laughed. “Straight in with the hard stuff.”
And she swung around to face the girl, raising the paddle high in the air as she did so, and brought the terrible instrument swishing down, with all her considerable force, flat onto the sobbing Slave’s big, defenceless buttocks.
SMACK.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA!”
Melanie threw her lovely head back and shrieked to the sky.
SMACK.
Claudia delivered another full forced crack to the shrieking girl’s blazing, red buttocks before she had finished the scream.
“NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!”
The second shriek was even louder than the first. The audience went wild, shouting their delight and urging the cruel Abbess on.
SMACK.
“YYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
The third vicious cut landed right on top of the other two and Claudia and those closest to the tortured girl, Gloria, Clitia and the two men, clearly saw both Melanie’s burning buttocks flatten right out under the paddle’s blade as it sank into her blazing flesh.
Here, Claudia paused a moment to gloat over the devastating effects of her blows. She, Gloria, Clitia and their rutting men, bent down closer to the struggling, screaming Slavegirl’s blistering buttocks. As they looked, the juddering arsecheeks seemed to cringe under their gaze. They could actually see them swelling up under their eyes. They could feel the blazing heat radiating from the convulsing flesh and, as they watched, a thick, blue-black welt swelled up and spread across the deep red flush of both big boiling arsecheeks.
The three women shrieked with laughter at the comical tight, while both the men’s lips twisted with lust, their hands pumping up and down around their great, pulsing pricks.
“Well, I certainly think she felt those cuts.” Leered the lovely Abbess, shouting to be heard over Melanie’s screams. “And I’ve got a lot more for her, too.”
“Ooooo! It’s lovely!” Squealed Clitia, vigorously fingering her gushing cunt crack. “Quickly, Holy Mother, give the Slut some more!”
“Lots more!” Leered Sister Gloria, also furiously masturbating her fat, gushing twat. “This is only the warm-up!”
So, while every one in the garden but the weeping, cringing Slavegirls were either ‘Jerking Off’ or getting well fucked, Claudia raised her strong arm high in the air again and once more brought the cruel paddle swishing down to land “Splat” across both blistered cheeks of the bitterly crying Melanie’s big, blazing bum.
SPLAT.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
SMACK.
“NNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
WACK.
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The tempo of the strokes began to quicken now and so did the girl’s frantic shrieks.
SPLAT. CRACK. SMACK. SMACK. WACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SPLAT. CRACK. SMACK.
On and on went the Abbess’s vicious paddle without stopping
or slowing down.
SPLAT. SPLAT. CRACK. SMACK. SPLAT.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAA! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!
NNNAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Melanie bellowed, loudly, after each cut.
No one was counting either. The screaming Slavegirl’s plump arse was swollen to twice its normal size and was now a uniformed colour of navy blue.
“Give the Bitch a few good ones across those plump thighs of her’s.” Giggled Gloria, her mouth pouting lasciviously.
“Ooooo, Yes!” squealed Lady Clitia as she rubbed at her clit. “That will make her jump!”
Suiting actions to words, Claudia redirected her stroke and brought the paddle slashing down across the girl’s soft, plump, white thighs.
CRACK.
Went the paddle across the poor Slut’s left thigh.
“YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The girl’s pain racked body jerked up against her bonds as she franticly tried to free herself, but the strong leather straps easily held her fast to the bracing block.
SMACK.
Another across the right thigh.
“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NAAA! NAA! NA!”
The young Slave shrieked in response, her sobbing uncontrolled.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. CRACK. SMACK. CRACK.
“NNAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEE! AAAAEEEEE! AAEEEE!”
Went Melanie, her lovely head flung right back facing the blue sky, while her mouth stretched open wide, her protruding tongue vibrating with the intensity of her screams.
Soon the whole length of the shrieking girl’s full, soft thighs were as swollen and dark blue as her fat, swollen arse.
Claudia stood back and surveyed the crying girl’s quivering beaten body with shining eyes. The vision before her showed the sob wracked body of the moaning girl bending across the bracing block, her back, glowing, bright red from the base of her back to her calves. Her big bumcheeks and full plump thighs were black with blue around the edges of the bruise, the raised welts that run down the girl’s swollen buttocks and thighs stood one inch proud of the rest of the shuddering flesh. Her high pitched moans would turn to loud cries of pain if any one so much as touched her body. To Claudia and the rutting spectators it seemed as though they could see the heat radiating from the bitterly crying girl’s glowing black and red flesh.
“Do you think she’s been warmed up enough?” The laughing Abbess asked her friends.
“Let me see.” Leered Clitia, grasping the shrieking girl’s burning buttocks in her spread hands and kneading the boiling arsecheeks, sadistically, in her cruel fingers.
“NNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAA! AAAA!”
Melanie responded energetically.
“Oh, yes.” Laughed the Lady, as she squeezed and twisted the blistered flesh and raked it with her nails. “I think she’s about ready.”
Without waiting to be asked Sister Gloria took the wicked paddle from the Holy Mother and on returning it to the bench of torture implements, picked up a yard long, heavy looking cane and handed it into Claudia’s hands.
“Does anyone know what this is?” The Mother Superior asked, holding the wicked implement out on the palms of her hands. “No? Well, my friends, this beautiful instrument is a Bull’s Pizzle. Yes! That’s right! It’s a Bull’s Cock! Stretched and dried and mummified. In the olden days they were used as walking sticks. Mainly because they are so tough and hard and useful as a weapon. One of these would not break over someone’s head. It’s far too strong for that.”
Here she leered, cruelly, at the rutting audience.
“But for all that, I’m going to try to break it over this Slut’s fat arse.”
A great roar of cruel delight went up from the crowd when they heard this. And a moan of horror from the watching, weeping Slavegirls.
Walking around to the crying girl’s front Claudia showed Melanie the evil implement and told her just what it was.
“With this, you dirty little Bitch, I’m going to take the skin off your arse.” She spitefully told the girl, who’s eyes were popping out of her head as she stared at the instrument of her coming agony.
And Melanie began to cry even harder as the sadistic Nun strutted around to her waiting arse.
“Please no! Please no, Holy Mother.” The poor Slut cried out to the highly aroused Nun, as she swished the evil cane through the air in a couple of practise cuts. “Mercy! Mercy! Please Holy Mother. No! No! Pleasssssssss!”
But standing just to the left behind the poor girl’s badly swollen, arse, Claudia laid the end of the Pizzle gently over both the terrified girl’s blackened arsecheeks and, calmly, measured out the cut. At that point all that could be heard in the garden was the soft buzzing of the insects, as the entire crowd held their breath.
After adjusting her stance a little to get a perfect swing, the bright eyed Abbess, licking her tongue over her full red lips, lifted the Pizzle high in the air and, after a moment’s wait to heighten the tension, brought the evil implement sweeping down to land across the middle and highest part of Melanie’s badly swollen buttocks.
SMACK.
Went the sickening sound as, when the fearful rod connected with the girl’s blistered, swollen arsecheeks, it sank from view into the depths of the scolding flesh. Then it sprang off again, splashing spots of blood over those nearest to the action.
Melanie’s lovely head shot up, her ashen face to the heavens. Her wide eyes bulging from her head, her mouth agape, her tongue protruding alarmingly.
At that moment the girl couldn’t scream. The cut felt as if she had been branded. She franticly tried to suck in air to breath. At last she managed to suck in a loud, long breath into her lungs. Only then her strangled shriek sounded to the skies.
“NNNAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
For one moment the wide eyed audience was spellbound. Their eager, lecherous faces shone with cruel delight, as they watched, breathlessly, as the girl’s pain racked body reared up and almost doubled itself back over the strong strap, her bound arms and legs jerking, spasmodically, at her bonds.
Then they roared their evil pleasure, filling the garden with the terrible sounds of their delight.
Claudia was rooted to the spot. Her eyes, dancing with glee, were riveted to the gash across the writhing girl’s bleeding bum. She dribbled saliva from her snarling mouth, splashes of blood spotted the white flesh of her face, belly and breasts, and her left hand squeezed, hard, at her naked, gushing cunt.
“Oh, fuck!” Cried the excited Lady Clitia, she too rubbing at her sopping crack. “Oh, fuck!! That was fucking delicious!”
Sister Gloria leaned towards the squealing girl’s quivering arse to get a close look.
“It’s not as deep as it looks, Claudia.” She grinned; touching the cringing girl’s bleeding buttocks as she spoke. “You can flay the skin of the Slut, but it won’t do too much damage.”
“I could just kill her.” Claudia giggled, looking with interest at the blood coated Pizzle.
“So what?” Clitia retorted. “She’s a Slave. Who cares if she dies. That’s what she is for, after all. The important thing is that we get a good laugh out of it.”
“You are quite right, Clitia.” Claudia laughed. “Let’s get on with it, then.”
And she again took up her position just behind the groaning girl.
When Melanie felt the touch of the fearful Pizzle once again on her roasted buttocks she began a series of high pitched shrieks and became hysterical. But that didn’t put Claudia of her stroke. Raising her arm high she brought the heavy cane whistling down once more.
CRACK
“YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEiiiiiiiiii!”
The crazed young Slave bellowed as she once again lunged against the straps that held her in place. This time the Pizzle cut her right along the crease between her buttocks and thighs and squished across the fat, bald lips of her cunt that was bulging out from between the tops of her bruised and boiling thighs. Again the blood splashed back over the Holy Mother and her friends. Which made the women shriek with laughter.
Up high rose the Pizzle and down it whistled.
SMACK.
This time Claudia laid the cut about an inch above and parallel with the first.
“YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Came Melanie’s shrieked reply.
With the crowd cheering her on to ever crueller strokes, the gleeful Abbess lay the next two hard across the hysterical girl’s swollen, purple thighs.
CRACK.
“OOOOOWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!”
CRACK.
“NNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Blood was now running freely down Melanie’s legs and dripping off her pretty flexing toes as she continued to heave
against her straps.
Claudia was really getting into the swing of it now.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Went the evil Pizzle as the leering, sweating Abbess enthusiastically flayed the shrieking girl’s plump arse and thighs.
“NNNAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!
OH, NO! NOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!
Melanie’s continuous bitter crying was punctuated by the loud screams she gave after each agonizing cut of the heavy rod.
Every few minuets Claudia would stop and she and her two blood spattered friends would approach the writhing, screeching young Slavegirl and, prodding and poking, would gleefully examine her beaten, bleeding body.
When their victim was thoroughly scourged from the small of her back to the tops pf her calves, Claudia announced.
“I think we’ll have a change of position next, my dears.” She smiled, wolfishly. “On her back, on the block, is what I want.”
And, with the help of the two rutting men, Clitia and Gloria unstrapped the screaming, unresisting Melanie and, turning her around, forced her down with her bleeding, agonized back pressed across the bracing block, her flayed arse protruding out over the front and her arms strapped down to the sides by her wrists.
Then, under the Holy Mother’s direction, an eager Antonio and Quintus took the girl’s legs by the ankles and, pulling them right back over her shuddering shoulders, they spread them wide, her knees outside her breasts, and held them firmly in place.
“Pull them back more, boys.” Claudia Instructed. “I want her arse up in the air.”
The two aroused men pulled back on the screaming girl’s legs and lifted her scolded buttocks high.
Now the girl was spread wide open and her inner thighs and her bruised and swollen cunt were exposed to the lustful, baying crowd.
Clitia moved to the sobbing girl’s head and, gripping her dark hair, lifted up Melanie’s pretty, pain racked face so the girl could clearly see what was coming next.
“Oh, no!” Cried the tortured girl when she saw how she was bound. “Mercy, Holy Mother. Please have mercy. No more, I beg you! No more!”
“No more!” Claudia Laughed, leering at the girl, wolfishly. “Why my dear, I’ve got lots to do to you yet. A few across those soft, fleshy parts high up on your thighs, I think.”
And the crowd howled their delighted agreement.
“A couple of real hard cuts, Holy Mother.” Suggested Clitia, her lovely mouth twisted into a lustful pout. “I’m nearly shooting my custard and a few nasty ones should bring me off.”
“Right, darling.” Claudia chuckled as, standing before the horrified Melanie’s gaping cunt, she lifted her arm high once again. “This should get you spurting.”
And her arm brought the fearful Pizzle whistling down across the squealing girl’s soft inner thigh.
SPLAT.
The blood splashed again.
“AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” The girl shrieked, her eyes popping out of her head as she watched the heavy rod cut into the soft top of her left leg.
“YYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!” Yelled the crowd as many of them joined the Lady Clitia in orgasmic bliss.
“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m fucking creaming!” Screamed Clitia, franticly frigging her swollen clit. “Keep them coming, baby! Quick, give her some more!”
And down fell the Pizzle again, this time across the soft inner flesh of the right thigh.
SPLAT.
“NNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Melanie’s scream sounded even over the loud baying of the ecstatic crowd.
And while Clitia and Gloria both squeezed their spurting cunts in orgasmic release, Claudia, in a sexual frenzy, quickly rained cuts down on the writhing, shrieking girl’s alternate thighs. Lord Antonio and Quintus whooped with glee as they struggled to hold the writhing girl’s legs apart.
Claudia’s swift cuts continued until the shrieking Slave’s inner thighs were bloody striped from her knees to groin, leaving only the girl’s pouting white cunt untouched.
Sweating and panting with exertion, the Holy Mother stopped at last and handed Gloria back the bloody Pizzle.
“Bring me the small paddle with the four inch wide blade, Sweetheart.” She asked the big Nun, who brought back to her a slim, polished paddle some two feet long with an oval four inch wide blade running half its length. “No need to guess what this little beauty is for, eh girls.” She laughed to her friends.
“Take her weight a bit more, boys.” Sister Gloria called out, indicating with her hand that the two men should pull back on the girl’s ankles.
The men obliged and Melanie’s pubes was lifted up until her defenceless sex was presented like a cunt on a plate.
The three lascivious women bent their faces close to the plump, offered twat to examine it.
“Look!” Said Gloria, running her fingertips lightly over the weeping girl’s swollen cunt. “That bruise across the fat lips was made when you cut her across the thigh crease and caught her cunny peeping out.”
“Hey! Did you girl’s see the way she reacted when Gloria touched her cunt?” Laughed Clitia. “It must be the drugs she’s been fed.”
“It could well be.” Agreed Claudia. “Even after what I have done to her here today, she distinctly humped her cunt at my hand while I was touching her. Fuck me!” She added. “That must be strong stuff!”
And reaching out again to the crying girl’s cunt, the Abbess gently opened the wet, inner labia and spread them out until they looked like a butterfly. Then, to the crowd’s amusement, she bent her head and took the bulging clitoral-hood into her lovely lips and sucked at it hard.
Melanie squealed and humped her twat at the Holy Mother’s sucking mouth until Claudia stepped back to reveal the Slavegirl’s stiffly standing clitoris thrusting out some two fat inches from the girl’s red crack.
“That’s better.” Claudia grinned, evilly, while looking at the girl’s offered cunt. “Now I can get at her!”
And she raised her paddle high into the air and brought it sweeping down hard, to flatten the plump, bald cunt with a loud…
SPLAT.
“AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
Even as the audience roared their approval Melanie’s bald cuntmound flushed red and, as her torturers watched, the smooth
flesh swelled up before their eyes.
“That’s got to smart!” Giggled Lady Clitia, her flashing eyes ablaze. “Look. The lips are turning purple and you’ve only hit it once.”
“Well, let’s see if I can darken the colour a little, shall I?” Laughed Claudia, and she raised her arm again and began raining blows down on the shrieking girl’s defenceless sex.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
“AAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAA! NAAAAAAAA!”
While the audience applauded with delight, the lascivious Abbess smacked the screaming girl’s plump cunt with the narrow paddle blade until its soft outer lips had swollen up to
twice their normal size. Stopping at last, Claudia leaned foreword to examine her handiwork. She was joined by a dishevelled Clitia and a red faced Gloria; both women were sweating profusely after heavy, wet orgasms.
“Fuck me!” Laughed the panting Abbess. “Just look at that clitty of her’s. It’s still standing to attention, isn’t it?”
“It certainly is, Holy Mother.” Giggled Gloria, gazing gleefully at the sobbing Melanie’s stiffened tickler. “It’s thriving under this treatment.”
And reaching out her soft hand she flicked at the writhing girl’s bruised and bloated clitoris with her finger.
“SSSSSSSHHHHH!” The girl gasped and humped her swollen cunt at the big Nun’s hand.
“It’s interesting to see her react so eagerly after taking a thrashing like she has.” Laughed Claudia. “Go down on the dirty little Slut, Gloria and let us see how hot she gets.”
Kneeling down in front of the bitterly crying Melanie, Gloria placed her thumbs on each of the girl’s swollen outer cunt lips and spread them wide open. The stiffened stalk of the Slave’s clit protruded, bloated and a very dark red. Putting her pretty face close to the painfully engorged tickler, the leering Nun puckered her full red lips and blew a stream of worm air over the throbbing organ of lust.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
The Slavegirl groaned, thrusting her pulsating pussy up at the buxom Nun’s lustfully pouting mouth.
Leering lecherously, the evil Sister thrust her head foreword and, her pink tongue flickering like a snake’s, lapped quickly at the groaning girl’s winking, wet cuntcrack.
“AHHHH! AHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Melanie responded, trying to lift her throbbing cunt up to Sister Gloria’s skilful mouth. With a little chuckle, the big Nun drew the throbbing, pulsing clitty, into her lovely mouth and began sucking on it veraciously.
As soon as Gloria had sucked the girl’s wet, inner meat into her gluttonous mouth, Melanie began franticly fucking her lovely face. Bucking furiously, she struggled to free her strapped wrists and tried to kick her legs free of the tight grip of the two leering men.
Gloria stopped sucking on the girl’s abused cunt flesh and looked up at the Abbess.
“Fucking hell, Claudia!” She laughed. “The Slut is having one continuous orgasm! Look at all the custard gushing out of her.”
“Isn’t she feeling the pain of the beatings now?” Asked the Lady Clitia with a puzzled look.
“Oh, yes.” Claudia laughed. “One of the drugs we fed her works on the nervous system and actually makes pain stimulate and heighten the orgasm. The more pain she suffers the more she cums. And the intensity of the orgasm is heightened too. Hence all that cuntcream she’s spurting, the dirty Bitch. Just look at her now!”
Melanie had forced her roasted arse up and was desperately offering her swollen, gushing cunt to Sister Gloria’s juice coated lips.
“Please. Please Sister.” She beseeched the buxom Nun.
“Go on, Gloria.” Claudia giggled. “Get the dirty Slut ready for the next round of pain.”
And, with a snarl of lust, the big Sister thrust her tongue deep into the writhing Slavegirl’s wet, pulsing cuntcrack, while sucking all the swollen lips and throbbing clitty into her lovely, gluttonous mouth.
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!” The girl groaned, while energetically fucking the skilful Nun’s sucking mouth.
Looking up over the shuddering girl’s belly and between her bruised and bleeding thighs, Gloria’s keen eyes watched Melanie’s beautiful, lust twisted face gazing down at her over
her smooth, white breasts and as she watched, the highly aroused Nun slid her hand into the juice filled groove between the Slave’s blistered blue buttocks and thrust three stiffened fingers right up the girl’s tight, pouting arsehole.
“AAAAAAAAAGH!”
Melanie cried out, as the sucking Sister pistonned her fingers vigorously in and out of her raped bowels.
“Fuck me!” Laughed the Holy Mother, pointing her finger at the writhing girl. “She’s shooting her custard again. Look at it dripping off Gloria’s tits!”
She moved to the table that held the torture implements and picked up two flat nosed pliers, then she moved back and handed one of the pliers to a smirking Clitia.
“Let’s try something, Sweetie.” The Holy Mother leered to the grinning Patrician. “Her jugs are untouched. You take one of her nipples into the pliers’ jaws but don’t crush ‘til I say so.”
The two women, moved each side of the Bracing Block and stood, one on each side of the girl’s body. They each took a hold of one of the girl’s big jugs and gently gripped its nipple in the plier’s jaws.
“Ready?” The Mother Superior smiled. “The dirty bitch is about to spurt again. Get Ready. Thaar she blows.”
The girl’s body stiffened as the climax hit her.
“AAAAAAAAAAA!” She groaned.
Claudia nodded to Clitia.
“NOW!” She cried. And each woman, simultaneously, crushed the Slavegirl’s big nipples in the plier’s jaws.
Melanie’s groan rose to a shriek as her nipples ‘CRUNCHED’ and her blood spurted out over her soft white tits.
“AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” She shrieked, half in pain and half in ecstasy, as her orgasm exploded in her brain, shot down her spinal cord, and gushed,
copiously, out of her convulsing cunt and into Gloria’s eagerly sucking mouth.
“MMMMMMMMMMMM!” Cried the big Nun in delight as her mouth was filled with the delicious thick milky cunt-cream.
“There, you see.” Claudia chuckled. “The pain actually triggers an enhanced orgasm.”
She looked down at her second in command.
“You can give your jaw a rest now, Sweetheart.” She called. “I’ve a few more things I’m going to try on her.”
While Gloria got to her feet, the Abbess turned to the two terribly aroused men, still holding tightly to Melanie’s ankles.
“Now, I want you boys to pull her legs back towards you so that her fat arse is lifted right up and all her weight rests on her shoulders.” She instructed. “That’s it. Right up. I want her arsehole on top.”
The Holy Mother watched intently, as the two men carried out her orders.
“Yes, that’s just right.” She leered, as Melanie’s pouting anus seemed to be blowing kisses to the sky. “Now where is my Bull’s Pizzle?”
The eager Lady Clitia quickly retrieved the cruel implement and handed it to the Holt Mother.
“Thank you, my dear.” Claudia crooned, as she swished the fearful cane through the air in a few practise strokes. “Now, you two girls can help me by gripping her bumcheeks and pulling them wide apart. Don’t worry. I won’t hit your fingers.”
Clitia and Sister Gloria eagerly gripped the loudly crying young girl’s blistered, purple buttocks and, squeezing the boiling flesh cruelly in their fingers, stretched them apart. The pouting pucker of her tight little arsehole bulged out, revealed and defenceless to all.
Melanie started to scream again in fear as, to the crowd’s delight, a gleeful Claudia placed the end of the Pizzle along the
wide spread groove of the squealing girl’s arse, the last few inches resting on the pouting ring of her bulging anus.
“Oh, please spare me, spare me Holy Mother!” The hysterical young woman screeched as she felt the Pizzle’s tip touch her bumhole and realised what the sadistic Nun was going to do to her. “Mercy! Mercy! Not there! NOT THERE!”
But a leering Claudia had already lifted the horrifying Pizzle high into the air and, her shinning eyes fixed firmly on the girl’s vulnerable arsehole, she brought it hurtling down to land its last three inches right across the Slavegirl’s defenceless anal opening with a loud…….
CRACK.
“AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
The girl shrieked, loudly, and her sweat soaked body bucked and twisted in its bonds as she thought that the Holy Mother had thrust a red, hot poker up her helpless arsehole. The audience roared its spiteful delight as a high jet of steaming piss shot out of the girl’s gaping cunt and gushed down onto her own, pain contorted face and into her wide open, shrieking mouth.
After the first vicious cut, the three women, squealing in orgasmic delight, crowded around the writhing girl’s juddering arse and looked, closely, at her purple, swelling ring. On their agreeing that the screaming girl’s badly bulging bumhole was coming along nicely, the laughing Abbess again took up her position behind the Slave’s arse. She once again measured her stroke by placing the Pizzle’s tip along Melanie’s pulled apart arse groove, and then lifted the cane up high.
Down came the fearful implement.
SWISSSSSHHHHHHHH.
Again its tip landed right across the girl’s swelling anus.
SPLATTTT.
“NNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The pain wracked girl shrieked and her sweat coated body convulsed.
As she writhed, the three women torturing her again bent forward to closely examine her badly beaten bumhole. After only two cuts of the frightful Pizzle the Slavegirl’s bulging anal ring was alarmingly swollen. Its wrinkled lip now looking like a circle of big black blisters.
“How pretty it looks.” Giggled Claudia, her eyes blazing.
“She can take a lot more than two cuts, Holy Mother.” Clitia sneered.
“Of course she can, Darling.” The Holy Mother answered, while taking up her stance behind the loudly crying girl’s lifted, quivering arse. Raising the Pizzle high once more, the Reverent Mother quickly brought it slashing down again along the struggling girl’s arse groove and across defenceless asshole.
SWISSSSHHHHH. SMACK.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Shrieked a demented Melanie, her screams turning to hysterics.
But now a laughing Claudia was bringing the Bull Pizzle down, again and again along the Slavegirl’s badly bruised bumgroove and raining strokes down on her ravaged arsehole.
SPLAT. SMACK. CRACK. CRACK. SPLAT. SMACK.
While the hysterical girl shrieked at every cut.
After about thirty cuts, Claudia stopped the flogging and replaced her Pizzle on the table.
“Right. You girls change places with the men.” She cried, to the delight of Antonio and Quintus. “Now you boys are going to get a piece of the action.”
While her four aids were changing places, Claudia took two odd pieces of equipment of the table, she turned to the excited crowd.
“These are interesting little Prick Sleeves of my own design.” The Holy Mother explained proudly. “They work on the same principle as the old French Ticklers. They grip around a stiffened prick and they have a covering of sharp bristles that
protrude about a half inch out of the sleeve. When the man wearing it around his shaft thrusts his prick into a woman’s cunt, the bristles get pressed down away from his knob, but they still score the soft lining of her cunt tube as they go in. Then, when the man withdraws his cock, the sharp bristles get fully embedded into the soft inner flesh of the woman’s cunt tube. It’s very painful. Then, when the shaft is withdrawn, the bristles are pulled out of her tender flesh and are dragged, once again, along the full length of the woman’s cunt tube, scoring the inner flesh as it goes. When the man stops his withdrawal, usually with his prick about half way out, and thrusts back in, the whole painful process begins all over again. As you see, the top of the sleeve which encircles his knob is covered with sharp bristles too, so a good hard thrust of the prick will stab these sharp spines into the woman’s cervix and womb. I’ve seen it used and it’s very amusing. Noisy, too.”
She turned to the two eager men.
“The pleasure will be all yours, boys.” The Abbess laughed. “Come and let me put these sleeves on you. Then we’ll begin.”
First the Holy Mother bent her lovely head down close to Antonio’s groin and, after giving his pulsing knob a quick kiss, took his prick in her soft hands and slipped the cruel sleeve over his stiffly standing shaft.
“There!” She exclaimed, admiring her handiwork. “Now the dirty little Slut will enjoy your fuck I’m sure.”
She turned back to her two girlfriends.
“Ease the Bitches legs down until her fat arse protrudes out over the edge of the block, my darlings.” She instructed the women. “But keep her legs pulled right back and open them quite wide. Hold on tight to her ankles now. She’s going to jump when she feels these bristles go in.”
Standing again by the loudly crying Slavegirl’s cunt, the Abbess turned to Antonio.
“Right lover.” She leered, as she opened the poor girl’s badly swollen cuntlips with the fingers of her left hand. “I want the Slut to remember this as the fuck of her life. Give it to her good and hard. Mount her.”
And, with the giggling Abbess carefully guiding his thick prick into the screaming girl’s gaping cuntcrack, Antonio mounted the struggling Slut and, gripping her shoulders tightly and pulling her down onto his bristled cock, he slammed its full length into her belly.
“NNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Melanie yelled as the sharply bristled shaft ripped the lining of her cunt and the bristles over its knob stabbed deep into the mouth of her womb.
The girl’s seemed to be giving one continuous shriek as the Nobleman fucked her, vigorously, with his big, bristled cock.
All the watchers cheered him on and his lovely wife urged him to ever more vigorous action.
“Go on, my darling.” Clitia cried. “Fuck her hard! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder!”
Claudia, her eyes bright and her lovely face twisted into a lecherous leer, peered under Antonio’s swinging balls and saw the blood oozing out around his pistoning prick.
She stood up and, taking a fistful of the girl’s hair, forced the shrieking Slave to look into her lust filled eyes.
“Enjoying that, are you my dear?” She laughed. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got lots more surprises for you before we’ve finished.”
Just then, Melanie’s body stiffened, her legs went rigid and her toes turned up.
“OOOOOOOWW! Look!” Claudia laughed, as the girl’s screams went up a couple of octaves. “The dirty Slut is Cumming again!”
“NNNAAGH!” Groaned Antonio, gritting his white teeth and trying to hold back his spunk. “Her cunt is sucking hard on my prick! I’m Cumming! I’M CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAA!”
And he fired a great gout of thick spunk into the screaming Slave girl’s round belly.
With that the Lord Antonio’s sweat coated body fell forward over that of his rape victim.
“Right. Your turn next, Quintus.” The Abbess laughed as she helped the gasping Noble Man to dismount from the weeping girl. There was a moment when it seemed that his big cock stuck in the squealing girl’s cunt.
“Ha! I see the problem.” Giggled Claudia. “The spines are embedded in her cunt sleeve. Just give it a good tug, darling. That will do it.”
And with Melanie shrieking, Antonio dragged his still stiff prick out of her bleeding, clinging crack, almost turning it inside out in the process.
“Now girls.” Claudia explained. “Release her arms and bend her over the Bracing Block. Strap her down with her fat arse in the air. Quintus is going to bugger her.”
While waiting for the weakly struggling Slavegirl to be strapped down in position, the skeletal old Senator strutted around the Bandstand base flourishing his colossal cock, stiffly standing and clothed in its cruel prickly sleeve, to all the well fucked women in the audience.
“Be sure to give her a good, hard buggering, Senator.” One of his lady admirers shouted.
“Oh, I shall, my dear.” He called back, giving her a good look at his massive shaft. “Brutal Sodomy is one of my specialities.”
By now the three women had strapped the sobbing, groaning girl face down over the heavy block. They had positioned her with her arms strapped low at the wrists, her tousled head and rounded shoulders protruding over the front, her big udders dangling down. Her shapely, bruised legs strapped at the knee, in a bent pose, her ample round and roasted arse thrust up and out, ready for mounting.
The three giggling women looked with glee at the sobbing girl’s injured anus. The blackened ring had swollen up in a lewd and bulging pout, which pushed out some four inches from her bumgroove. The Lady Clitia thrust a finger into the tightly clenched ring and screwed it down into the girl’s rectum.
“Fuck me, Claudia.” The Noble Lady laughed. “This is fucking tight. I can hardly get my finger into her turd-tube.”
“Yes.” Sister Gloria agreed. “For Quintus sake, we had better grease her Bumhole.”
Clitia got the tube of lube and thickly coated the girl’s big, bulging anus, carefully filling her bowels and coating her between her big swollen cheeks.
Soon all was ready.
“Come on then, Quintus, my lovely.” Laughed The Holy Mother, gripping the strutting old goat by his mighty prick. “Mount up.”
The skinny old man climbed up onto the Bracing Block and stood astride Melanie’s big waiting, offered bum. Then, squatting down behind her he reached forward and gripped her soft, round shoulders in his big bony hands.
While Sister Gloria lifted his big, dangling ballocks to one side, to give the Holo-cams an unobstructed view of the point of connection, Claudia gripped his long shaft and carefully placed its pulsing plumb against the girl’s swollen ring.
“Right, Darling.” She leered. “Let’s see how many thrusts it takes you to get your beautiful prick right in to the root.”
Gripping the moaning girl’s shoulders tightly the lecherous old Rake shuffled his feet to align his mighty shaft with the girl’s swollen anus and, gripping the block with his toes, swiftly thrust his bony old hips foreword and buried his massive cock’s full, prickly length, up to the root, into the shrieking girl’s cruelly scored and stretched turd-tube.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Melanie shrieked as spurts of steaming shit shot from around his shaft and the badly stretched lip of her arsehole.
“Oh! Look at that!” Laughed Claudia, rubbing her stiff clit, excitedly. “A fucking hole in one!”
“That was beautiful, Quintus.” Gloria giggled. “Now give the Slut’s rectum a fucking good reaming.”
Moving his horny old hands to the squealing Slavegirl’s hips, the squatting, naked old letch began pistoning his big prick swiftly in and out of her swollen, clenching turd-tube.
Screaming loudly at every thrust, the weeping Melanie began thrusting her fat, bruised arse back onto his flashing prick with every stroke and, to everyone’s delight, caused her dangling udders to swing, quickly, back and fore in time with each violent thrust
Every eye in the garden watched with delight as this Classic Act of buggery was performed for their pleasure.
“Come on Quintus, ride her hard.” Cried a woman in the crowd, as she herself was being sodomised from behind.
“Yes! Make the Slut bleed!” Yelled another as her girlfriend fisted her frothing cunt.
Quintus’ skilful display continued for a vigorous and noisy fifteen minuets, as the crowd cheered and his victim shrieked, cumming copiously as her raped rectum was scored internally.
Ten minutes into the rape Claudia suggested that Gloria and Clitia should whip the bucking girl’s dangling udders, while she was being buggered.
The two Bitches were delighted with the idea and taking up a light cane each, they set to work beating the shuddering girl’s swinging breasts.
“And still she spurts!” Exclaimed Antonio, pointing to the stream of thick, white milky cream that seemed to dribble, continuously from the squealing, bucking girl’s gaping cuntcrack.
“Yes!” Laughed the Holy Mother, her cruel eyes gleaming and her fingers rubbing her clit, furiously, as they watched the obscene spectacle before them. “I told you all that this would be the remembered ‘Fuck of her Life’ didn’t I?”
And she laughed aloud as she watched.
Quintus, red in the face, had now began to grunt and snort as he drove his great, thick prick’s long shaft, furiously, in and out of the shrieking girl’s bowels.
“It won’t be long now!” Giggled Claudia, as she took up one of the flat jawed pliers and, stooping down behind the juddering arse of the violently sodomised Slavegirl, she gripped her big stiff and throbbing clitoris in its cruel jaws.
“AAAAAAAAAAGH! FUCK!! I’m going to cum!” Yelled the sweat dripping Quintus as his rigid length plunged deep into the depths of the shrieking girl’s prolapsing rectum. “AAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! I’m Cumming! I’M CUMMING!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!”
As the old letch threw back his ugly head and screamed his joy, The Holy Mother crushed Melanie’s swollen clitoris in the plier’s jaws and twisting and pulling with the vicious implement, she stretched the root of the girl’s mangled tickler some four inches out of her gaping crack.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
The girl shrieked and orgasmed and, to loud cheering from all the spectators, her pouting crack spurted a great jet of thick, milky white cuntcream, which splashed back and splattered over a laughing Claudia’s big naked breasts.
The gasping old letch rose up from his squat and tried to pull his bloated length out of the loudly crying young Slavegirl’s spasming bowels, but his bloated prick seemed to be stuck fast in her clenching rectum.
“Oh! My bum! MY BUM!” Melanie screeched as Quintus pulled at his prick.
“It’s those lovely bristles doing their work again.” Laughed Sister Gloria, as the buxom Nun examined the weeping girl’s bulging arsehole.
“Just grab her bumcheeks Gloria and pull them open wide.” Suggested Claudia. “Hold her still while he pulls out.”
Quintus, his feet on the floor again, took a step back and pulled his thick, slackening hose, firmly, from the hot, wet depths of the screaming girl’s tortured turdtube.
As it slid out, the scored and bleeding lining of the squealing girl’s rectum gripped, tightly, around the thick girth of the emerging prick and, the bristles still fully embedded in the swollen flesh, pulled the girl’s arsehole inside out.
The delighted spectators laughed and jeered at the amusing sight of the thick, bloated, red raw, six inch long tube of bleeding bowel that lolled out from between the girl’s big swollen buttocks and dribbled thick, hot spunk, which spattered down onto the polished white marble.
“Ooooh! Look!” Lady Clitia squealed with glee. “The Bitch’s guts have fallen out!”
And the three women laughed, spitefully.
After a few minuets the smiling Abbess raised her hands for silence.
“Well, my friends.” She began, addressing the crowd. “That is the first part of our entertainment over. We will now have a short break for some well deserved refreshments. In an hour we have another exciting spectacle for you to watch. Till then you can amuse your selves. All these Sluts are for your use. Do with them as you will. They are at your disposal. I will also leave this snivelling Bitch strapped to this block, in case any of you would like to give her a little more attention. See you all again in one hour.”
She turned to Drusilla and Rosa.
“You girls go and make sure Clair and Celia are ready for the next display.” The Abbess ordered. “And bring them out when it’s time.”
And while Claudia and her entourage moved to the shade of a colourful Marquee for some chilled Champagne, the eager crowd converged on the line of weeping Slavegirls and a large group of leering women, picking up the Pizzles and other cruel implements from the table as they went, hurried up onto the Bandstand base and eagerly surrounded the helpless Melanie’s defenceless body. Once again the young Slavegirl’s shrieks echoed around the beautiful garden.
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