Chapter 7
She woke up in a cell. Her head ached, and when she turned her head she saw-Ed!
"Eddie! How did you get here? What? Wha ... did I ... did I turn you in?"
The scary thought hit her that somehow during her interrogation and torture she had broken down and revealed that it was young Ed whom she had sucked off and who had fucked her. Oh, no! How could she! She was a beast, worse even than her Father Confessor! A Mata Hari! An Use Koch!
"It wasn't you," Ed quickly explained, seeing just by watching her face the thoughts which raced through her head just as plainly as if they had been written in neon on her face. "Someone saw me that night when I left your room. Sister Beatrice!"
"It doesn't matter whom," said Sister Anne, ever forgiving. "Only, have they hurt you?"
"Nah. I'm OK, so far. But actually, I'm scared. For you, too. We gotta get outta here. They're crazy you know. Especially the Rector."
"The Rector? Does he know about...."
"Are you kidding? He's in charge. Him and the Confessor, that big bag of wind, and the Mother Superior, that shit, she tortures kids, pours hot wax on their cocks...."
Sister Anne's head rolled about with these bits of shocking information.
"And Sister Beatrice, and Sister Charlotte, they make you suck their cunts for hour upon hour, while they sit there and watch TV, and if you stop, or get tired or hungry, then they give you to Brother Mark! And then you've had it! And what he does to the girls in the school you wouldn't believe! He lines them up, half a dozen at a time, and him and the Rector go down the line, fucking them in their cunts, sometimes even in their asses, or making them suck them off, or lick their assholes."
"Stop! Stop! I can't take any more! It's driving me crazy!" Sister Anne slapped her hands against her ears, more as a gesture than anything else, for she could still hear each word which Ed enunciated.
"Okay, but I thought you should know, because you're one of the good ones. Maybe you could do something to stop it. I mean, this is crazy. Sex is fine, but this torture, uh, uh, not for me!"
"But what can we do? And what are they going to do to us?" Sister Anne asked in a small voice, scared and horrified, with the feeling that the final bottom had dropped out of her world, and there was nothing left beneath her, not even a skeleton of steel girders. "I'll answer that!" The voice was that of Brother Mark!
Sister Anne started back in fright and loathing, for Ed's words had left an indelible impression on her mind. To her, Brother Mark now looked like a monster.
"You will be punished severely for your crimes. Fucking! And without telling the Mother Superior! That will never do! Follow me!" he ordered and, having no choice, they did.
Brother Mark lead them through a labyrinth of corridors that Sister Anne had never known existed, and from the dankness and darkness, broken only by a series of ill-working gas lights, she judged them to be in caverns beneath the orphanage proper. There was a creepy feeling about the whole place, the feeling of being in a dungeon, and as they rounded one corner, Sister Anne caught sight of what she was sure was a rat, scurrying away into the deeper dark.
They came eventually to a heavy wooden door, upon which Brother Mark pounded. The sound was like a rock plummeting into a heavy pool. The door opened onto a horrible scene.
The Rector, distinguished and kindly looking as ever, sat upon a kind of throne, and in front of him was a red plush carpet. Sitting at his feet were two young girls, fourteen or fifteen years old, that Sister Anne recognized from the orphanage. They had been in her class the year previously, and were called Dora and Joan. Both girls looked frightened, but completely cowed, as if they had been beaten into total submission.
Couches lined one wall and upon these sat the Mother Superior, who was clothed only in a kind of see-through night garment that struck Sister Anne as being the most vulgar thing imaginable. Next to her sat the Father Confessor, who held a glass of some drink, alcoholic no doubt, in one hand, while with the other he pawed the Mother Superior's twat.
Upon the walls hung chains, and also holders which supported whips and maces and other instruments of torture. There was a fire burning beneath a grate at one side of the large room; it looked like the grate upon which Saint Stephen had been martyred. Sister Anne shuddered, but the association came quite naturally.
Brother Mark grabbed her by her shoulder and shoved her brutally down onto the floor. She lay there, totally naked, under the feet of the Rector, who smiled acidly. She heard a clump, and saw that Ed, too, had been shoved down next to her. Both of the victims looked up at the Rector, Sister Anne piteously, Ed with boyish tough defiance.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, Sister Anne," the Rector said in his kindly, civilized voice, a voice which sounded like it was cultivated at Oxford. "The Father Confessor has repeated all that you told him. Aztecs! Really!"
The Mother Superior laughed. Sister Anne realized that she was drunk.
"And you, Ed," the Rector continued. "You should have known better. Sister Anne was naive. She didn't know how things are run around here. But you knew. You know that sex is forbidden unless the Mother Superior or I give our approval. Did we give our approval to your ... ah, siesta with Sister Anne?"
Ed glared at him without saying a word. For this, he received a swift kick in the back of the head from Brother Mark.
"No," he replied, the least he could say without getting another kick.
"That is right. Well then, we have no choice. We must punish you!" With these words the scene came more to resemble bedlam than anything else. The two young girls, Ed's school chums, grabbed and dragged him across the room. He, too, was naked, of course, and his ass scraped mercilessly against the cold stone. He could easily have struggled against the two girls and defeated them, but Brother Mark hovered above him, a huge pole aimed at the boy's crotch. Ed well knew that any resistance he put up would be met immediately with sadistic brutality that might cripple him for life. The Rector was subtle in his cruelty. He knew that Ed would find it particularly humiliating to be dragged around by just a couple of young girls.
Ed was chained to the wall much as Sister Anne had been before, with the exception that his ankles were chained as well, the Rector evidently fearing the boy's greater power and anger, and taking precautions. Once they had him tied, under command from Brother Mark, the two girls began to strip, but before Sister Anne could see what would happen next, she found herself lifted bodily into the air by Brother Mark and the Confessor and carried out of the room.
Ed glared at the two girls. They were very attractive, with thin lithe bodies and budding young titties, but they were pawns of the hated Rector, allowed the Rector to control them, and so he despised them. Of course, in his youthful bravado, Ed was disregarding the torture which the poor, relatively weak girls had undergone, torture which compelled them to do whatever they were told.
The Rector laughed. "Suck him," he commanded.
Instantly, Joan dropped to her knees. Her small mouth opened wide and began to kiss and lick the young boy's cock. It was flaccid at first, but Brother Mark and the Rector had spent many tiring but highly pleasant hours teaching young Joan the full art of sucking a cock, and she did it so well that within seconds, Ed had a boner that would have done a sultan proud.
Joan was a particularly beautiful girl, which of course was why the Rector had picked her to head his vice squad. With long blonde hair falling over her thin shoulders, and a very appealing, innocent little girlish face, filled with freckles that gave her a delightful air, and with just a hint of pubic bush above her cunt, any man would have found her a beautiful sight.
Ed began to moan in a low tone as her mouth surrounded all of his cock and sucked on it hard, swallowing it right down. Her mouth was heavenly, wet and hard, yet soft and yielding, everything that a cock could want. Plus her hands continued to manipulate Ed's balls.
While this was going on, the Rector pulled his cassock apart and called young Dora over to him. Dora too was a beauty, with black curly hair and a cute face with wide sexy lips. Her breasts were already getting pretty big, and had that sweet, ripe roundness which is characteristic of many young girls and which never fails to excite favorable comment.
"Let me fuck you, my child," was all that the Rector had to say to have the sweet young thing immediately mount his lap, without the Rector even having to move out of his seat. She aimed her back at him, sitting on his lap, and got her twat right over his cock. Then she lowered herself onto it.
The Rector gasped with the intensity of the pleasure which his prick felt as it rammed its way into her cunt. It was a small cunt, as she was a small girl, therefore tight. Plus, he had done nothing to excite her, so it was still relatively dry and hard, not really ready for any cock, let alone one the size of the Rectors, which was both long and thick, with bulging veins which demonstrated the intensity of his sexual drives.
"Oh, that's good, Dora," the Rector said, as she managed to get her cunt halfway onto his cock, where she ground it around and around, hoping in this way to flame the fuels of lust within her.
The Rector reached forward with his elaborately manicured hands and touched the girl's budding young chest, feeling her nipples stiffen under the promptings of his fingers.
Dora grunted as she tried to shove her cunt down all the way onto his huge cock, but her cunt was so small that it rather hurt her to do so.
"Go on," he urged her. "Go on down," as he shoved up with his pelvis, his cock quivering with the rampant desire to get all of the way into the young girl's tasty cunt. The Rector was getting really excited not only by fucking her cunt and fondling her delicate breasts, but also by the sight of young Joan who was so busily sucking Ed's cock, so that the slurping sounds coming from her mouth could be heard loud and clear all the way across the room.
So Dora braced herself and pushed herself down. With a loud, "Auuugh," she felt the cock get right into her, felt it touch bottom. It hurt at first, but as he pumped it in and out of her, and as she, getting used to his rhythm and to the feel of the monstrous tool inside her, began to move in turn, the pain turned to a degree of pleasure, and she really began to get into it and to take as much pleasure from the act as she could.
The Rector, for his part, was experiencing nothing but bliss. Her cunt was a tight fit, like a glove, just the way he liked it. He plunged his rod into her, driving it up with increasing force, feeling all of her cunt ooze and shift around his moving cock, his fingers playing odd tunes across her moving tits, which veritably seemed to grow and develop even as he touched them.
Ed grunted in a sudden spasm of pleasure as the come raced up the length of his cock and shot out of its tip, right into Dora's open and anxious mouth. Much as Ed hated the Rector and this system of enforced sexuality, there was no way his physiological response could fail when a young girl was sucking him off, so what had to happen happened: he came, screaming in passionate fulfillment. Her mouth just felt so good, as its soft lips milked out every drop of come from his stem, that he could do nothing else but go with the flow.
This gave the Rector a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, to see his young students so enjoy themselves. But then he remembered how bad Ed had been, how disobedient, and the Rector's face grew harsh and stern.
Brother Mark," he called. But Brother Mark did not answer.
"Brother Mark...."