Chapter 10
Father Furst and Sister Beth returned to reclaim their young captive. Her long ebony hair, normally silky and smooth, was by then matted and gnarled. Dried cum glued patches of it together and there were flakes of it crusted all over her skin. Her body was numb and her mind was in a complete haze, and she responded slowly even when they pushed her against a stone wall and hosed her down with an icy spray. Dirt and spunk washed from almost every square inch of her skin, and they kept up the hosing until she started to shake.
Then relief-blessed relief. She was returned to her small cell and given a rough blanket for the cot. She didn't even remember walking across the small room. The first and last thing she was aware of was tumbling face down upon the bed.
She slept like she had fallen into a black pit, dreamless and unmoving as her body and mind tried to mend. Even the horror of her day wasn't strong enough to break through her exhaustion and stir up dreams in her unconscious mind.
One second she was falling face down on the cot, and the next, to her mind, she was being shaken awake. The long hours between didn't seem to exist.
Morning was seeping in through the high windows in the corridor of the monastery as the mother superior led her along. No hands on her body had to be used; Sister Grace was broken to the invisible leash. Even when Sister Beth took an unexpected turn into a corridor that was new to the young nun, Grace followed steadily, without any halt, a half a step to the rear.
It was a small chapel with an altar area raised that she was led into. Sister Beth strode past the two lines of four pews and stepped up onto the platform near the altar in front. Sister Grace followed to the edge of the stage, then stopped and waited to be told what to do.
"Up here, child," the mother superior told her. "This whole ceremony has been planned for you."
Grace reluctantly complied. She turned to face the pews. Filing in through the door which she had recently entered were the young nuns who had watched when she had first been stripped and beaten. All of them looked at her now, none of them avoiding her eyes.
When the nuns had all seated themselves in the pews, the door to the right of the platform opened and Father Furst stepped through from the sacristy. Grace knew that under his robe would be no other garment to keep his rampant cock in check. This would be no ceremony to offer a blessing or benediction; it was one more step in the torture of the young girl.
All the nuns lid risen when the priest entered, and now he motioned them back into the pews. Sister Grace genuflected, knowing that it would be expected.
Father Furst ignored her and stepped up to the pulpit to look out over his collection of young nuns. Each of them he had brought in and trained himself, and he was about to add another to the fold. But first, before the sisters accepted her, Sister Grace would have to show that she had given herself over to his command.
"Sister Grace has been delivered unto us," the priest said in deathly serious tones. "But she must deserve our acceptance before we will take her, and she must humble herself before her sisters."
He turned to Sister Grace.
"Take off your habit-all of it. Leave not one thing to say that you are a nun. You're not allowed to put on such garments again until the sisters of this convent agree. You must do exactly what I say to debase yourself, and then perhaps they will let you have a new identity among them."
What more? she wondered, but she knew not to question it aloud. Instead her hands found the fasteners and dropped one garment after another onto the floor. Finally she stood before everyone in the room as naked as the day she was born. Even her poor tortured pussy was completely bare.
She wanted to cover herself with her hands as all eyes sought out her tits and cunt. But somewhere deep inside the monastery waited the dungeon, and she didn't want to hurry her return.
"She stands before you so all of you can see!" the priest shouted at the nuns before turning back to Grace. "Squeeze your tits with your hands and make your nipples stand out so all of the sisters can know how you respond."
Grace's hands cupped her small tits, fingers tightening around their bases so the nipples would pouch out. When the left nipple still hid in its halo, her index finger dug beneath it and forced it out. The scab from the tear flaked off, leaving a raw spot that stung like fire. Grace shook her head, tossing her hair from her shoulders so no strands would fall down and block their view. A muttering rolled through the pews as some of the sisters gasped and muttered under their breath.
"Now sit on the floor," the priest suddenly demanded, and the naked Sister Grace dropped hard to her hips.
Father Furst and Sister Beth both wrapped hands around one of her shins, and lifted and spread out her legs. Grace's shaved pussy flowered open.
With her legs spread and lifted, her cunt was raised for the collection of the black-clad nuns to see.
"Use your fingers to hold it open!" Sister Beth hissed in Grace's ear.
Grace's fingers crawled into her crotch and spread the lips of her cunt. She pulled the delicate flesh of her pussy wide open until even the folds began to disappear.
"Finger it!" Father Furst ordered.
Sister Grace gulped and looked out over her peers. Each of the young nuns that were watching her had eyes that were staring, and not one of them was looking away. Grace flushed. Her whole face burned hot with shame. Even her tits were coloring to crimson with her embarrassment.
Her right index finger dipped into the pussy crack and worked its way to her cunt hole. It dipped in and then was joined by the index finger of the left hand. Both middle fingers scratched around the opening and she found that she could shove them in. Then, with her hands pulling in opposite directions, her pussy hole was stretched wide apart. Even from the back pew, the nuns could see all the way into her cunt pit. Moisture glistened there in spite of herself as the humiliated girl closed her eyes.
Tears leaked from the corners of the lids, as she felt totally ashamed.
Something hard touched her fingers and cunt. Her bleary eyes opened and she saw a huge black dildo being lined up with her pussy hole. As it pushed into her pussy, she slid her fingers outside and, at the urging of the mother superior's hands, Sister Grace's fingers wrapped around the massive phony cock.
"Fuck your cunt!" several of the young nuns exclaimed in excitement as they were drawn into the act.
One girl tittered and several of them gasped as Grace drove the hard shaft deeply into her pussy. Without a pause, it jammed against the aching back wall of her cunt channel before she drew it partly back out. Her own mind and body had been completely sublimated to the lusts and desires of those around her, and she didn't even fight the idea of degrading her body herself. What did it matter now? She knew that she had totally hit bottom, and there was nothing she could do to rise up.
Cloth jerked against one of her shoulders, then a black robe dropped by her side. Through tears she glanced up to see the naked flesh of Sister Beth's body. The older nun turned her back to the crowd and stepped over the stomach of the naked young nun. Then she leaned forward so far she fell to her hands, and her body was a broad arch over Sister Grace's head.
"Eat my cunt," the older nun demanded. "Lean your head backwards and lick into my pussy slit so everyone out there can see you drink my cum."
Grace complied. Her neck arched backwards and her tongue slotted up into the slick, plucked pussy of the mother superior. When her tongue slipped into the juicy cunt crack, there was another collective gasp from the pews.
They were watching her eat pussy. They had seen her fuck a black phony cock into her cunt. They had even looked on as she had shoved four of her fingers in her own cunt hole. Grace's mind reeled from the total shame that she was feeling, but all of it was out of her control. She hoped all of her young sisters knew that she was being forced to comply, although it would do little to relieve her debasement.
The mother superior must have been fingering her own pussy beneath her robe while she had been watching, because her cunt was all juiced up and ready to fly. Only a minute of Grace's flicking tongue on her clit had started her groaning, and the cum pulsed out onto Grace's face as soon as she fucked her tongue into the pussy pit. The slippery stuff greased down both sides of her face, some of it seeping in to plug up her ears. So she barely heard when the priest spoke again, and would have continued licking pussy if Sister Beth hadn't stepped away.
Wearily, Sister Grace raised her cum-dripping face and her eyes fell on Father Furst's hard throbbing cock. He had opened the robe and tied it around his waist, and he was naked from the top of his ass down to his feet. His prick stood at attention, pointing directly at the young tortured girl, and she groaned as she twisted to her knees and scuffed across the hard floor to kneel before his prick.
Her mouth opened and her face dipped. The bulging cockhead rode in over her tongue. It thrust strongly to the back of her mouth, and she rocked backwards and forwards to fuck his prick with her face.
For long minutes she ground her mouth down onto his fleshy spear of a cock, not caring that it was hurting the already bruised flesh of her mouth. Then hands wrapped around the back of her head, and she knew that he was going to force it down into her throat.
She whimpered. The cockhead cut off the sound. It pressed viciously until it opened the door of her throat. Neck muscles bulged so greatly that the distortion could be seen from the pews, and now the gasps of the young nuns had become the shrill sounds of excitement.
The cockhead reached clear into Sister Grace's chest, filling the long tube to her stomach with his hard, lusty prick. Father Furst fucked her viciously, throwing his body into her face as he held the back of her head. Grace could feel the agony of her stretched gullet as every inch of his cock was forced beyond her lips.
The cockhead spurted. Male cum ran down to her stomach to join the female cum she had swallowed from the cunt hole of the mother superior. The young nuns could see her throat pulsing as the thick shaft swelled with each flood of jism, and many of them had by now started fingering their own pussies beneath their black robes.
His prick retreated, popping back into her mouth. Sister Grace could breathe again and she gasped for needed air. She desperately hoped that the sexual humiliation had ended since both of her masters had already poured out their cum.
But her initiation hadn't ended; it had only begun.
Father Furst leaned away from her at the waist, his hands wrapping around behind him to pull apart the cheeks of his ass. Hair grew wildly around his puckered brown shithole, and Sister Grace had no idea of what she was supposed to do.
"Lick his ass-hole!" the mother superior cursed, and cuffed her on one cheek with a closed hand. The blow spun Sister Grace toward the priest's hairy ass and her face bumped into the back of his legs.
It was the final humiliation. The puckered hole was where he took a shit and she was going to have to lick and suck it with her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, then pursed. She struggled to her knees and leaned her face down into the crack of his ass. Slowly she touched her lips to the wrinkled hole of his shitter, then shoved her tongue out to thrust against his ass.
Something ran through her, shaking her to the core. Her face buried harder against his flesh and she forced her tongue into his ass-hole. A dusky taste swarmed through her mouth, but she pushed even harder. The tip of her tongue was rammed at least a full inch up the dirty brown ass-hole.
"She is yours!" the mother superior proclaimed to the sex-hungry throng of young nuns.
Every pussy in the pews was dripping from watching what Grace had been forced to do. Every mouth watered for the taste of the naked young nun's body. As one body, they rose and started forward in the chapel to ravish Sister Grace as a group.
Her pussy ached both inside and out. Her tits felt like they had been crushed. Whip marks around her young body traced pain like roads on a map.
But somehow she was calm, perhaps even content. Sister Grace stretched on the cot alone in the small cell. They had brought her back there when all of her sisters had satisfied their sexual desires.
Then, as she lay panting on the floor of the chapel, the entire naked group of young nuns, their mantles still in place, had gathered around Sister Grace. The hands had been soft then.
Fingers that had pulled, clenched, and scratched just minutes earlier had gently stroked her skin. They welcomed her as one of their number and accepted her into the fold. Three of them had even helped her into her habit for the long journey back down the hall. And when the door was shut behind her, there was no tumble of the lock.
The aches of her body felt more like badges that she had earned on a narrow, difficult path. And she knew the journey wasn't over. There would be less control and the tortures might not be piled one atop the other, but she was sure she hadn't seen the last of the whip.
She stretched, remembering the pleasant feeling at the beginning of the tightening of the rack. Until she had experienced her joints being slowly pulled apart, she had never known the limits of her body.
And the pain-it awakened her. There on the cot, she could feel almost every inch of her flesh. There was a comfort to it, as if it was reminding her what it felt like to be alive.
She thought of the chains, and her pussy juices began to flow. The image of whips in her mind caused her cunt to slicken clear through the pussy crack. like a movie in her mind, she watched herself be degraded as she was forced to fuck herself with the huge black phony cock. The sisters had watched her, and her fingers slid into her cunt at the thought.
A touch to her clit brought back the memory of Sister Rachels' distended clit bud that looked more like a cock than a clit.
The palms of her hands rubbed along the shaved skun of her cunt. Hair had been torn from her pussy, but she was excited by the thought of Rachel's ripping pussy.
Three fingers thrust into her leaking pussy hole. She gasped as if the whip had slashed across her tits. The nipples rose up hard and excited at just the thought of the blow.
All of it had locked her together with the people here in the monastery-yes, even the demented old monks. Her mind traced back over her blind journey through the tunnel and the demon-like Brother Sebastian who had raped her with his warty, bent cock.
Cum gushed into her hands. All of it came rushing together at her in her imagination. Whips, chains, torture devices, and being fucked in all of her holes-the images blended with her sexual excitement and made her hips arch clear from the bed.
Perhaps if she was a good little nun, they would let her do it all again.