Chapter 1
"I just don't understand, beloved mother," Sister Grace said, unconsciously genuflecting as she spoke. It was a nervous habit that she had picked up in her novitiate, and it crept back in on her during times of stress.
"There's a lot that you don't know, Sister," the mother superior said. The older nun had keyed the lock open in the heavy oaken door d barged in while Sister Grace was on her knees in prayer. There had hardly been time for a hurried amen before the young girl rose to face the supervisor of nuns of this terrifying new place.
Sister Grace pressed on, hoping that she wasn't pushing her luck.
"I thought I was just being reassigned to another parish," she said. "That's what they told me. But when they dropped me off it was at this old monastery. Then I was met by a couple of nuns, Beloved Mother, that wouldn't even say a word. All they did was lead me here to this cell and lock me inside."
The mother superior's eyes narrowed at the new arrival. The slitted eyelids gave her an eerie look since her brows were shaved completely off. The only hair on her face were the widow's whiskers that she had allowed to grow above her upper lip. The eyes themselves were steel-gray.
"There are some things you accept on faith, Sister," the older woman said as a crooked smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "They didn't discuss your new destination with you because you were fallen from grace. Awash in your sins without repentance, they owed you no excuse."
"What do you mean?" Sister Grace gasped, stunned by the mother superior's words.
"You think the church is so blind?" challenged Sister Beth, the mother superior. "We know that the cloth is no protection from the temptations of the flesh."
"But I don't know what you're talking about," Sister Grace insisted.
The older nun stood at least six inches taller than the young girl. Grace felt almost as if she had somehow regressed back to childhood, even though her body had grown into that of a shapely young woman. Beneath her robe were firm young tits, perhaps not as large as she would have hoped but certainly with the firmness and bounce of youth. Her stomach was flat, and the cunt hair that surrounded her pussy gash felt as if it had been spun from black silk. She knew it was the body of a vibrant young woman, but-for the church-she had decided long ago to keep it in rein. Her body had always remained pure.
Why then was the mother superior talking to her like she was nothing more than a common slut?
"Perhaps you aren't ready to confess your transgressions yet," the older nun said seriously. "Even so, there will still be severe penance that you will pay."
"But what was I supposed to have done, beloved mother?" Sister Grace pleaded, her girlish mind near panic.
"Young sisters can't bury their faces in each other's cunts in the House of God without being found out!" Sister Beth hissed.
The words shocked Sister Grace so severely that she couldn't even speak.
"There was a Sister Frances," the mother superior insisted in a strident voice. "I have seen the letter in the rectory explaining what you had done and recommending you for our special training!"
The name of Sister Frances slowly made a connection in Grace's mind. Then it became all too painfully clear.
"No, it's wrong," she insisted, holding her hands in the position of the supplicant. "There were rumors at the parish about Sister Frances and a Sister Mary Grace. And Sister Mary Grace was reassigned at the same time I was. Some mistake had to have been made. She's supposed to be here, and I'm supposed to go wherever it is that she arrived."
"Take off your robes and your shifts," the other nun ordered abruptly. "Everything off you except your mantle and your veil."
"But, beloved mother!" Sister Grace gasped, not really believing what she had heard.
Her protests were cut short by the older, larger nun stepping forward and lifting the back of her hand. It was poised right at Sister Grace's delicate cheek.
"It's another sin-disobedience!" Sister Beth growled, moving with the smaller girl while keeping her hand poised in the air. "Now do what I say, Sister, before I begin meting out the harsh punishment for your sins!"
Guilt and shame washed over the younger nun. To strip naked before another sister was something she almost couldn't comprehend.
"I am your mother superior!" the older woman demanded. "You will do as I say!"
It was enough to push Sister Grace to compliance.
She paused when she was down to the crude-clothed black bra and panties, but the glare of Sister Beth wilted her resistance. Grace's hands groped behind her for the clasp of the bra strap, then pushed thumbs into the side of her panties. She shoved them to the cold, stone floor, then stood erect in only wimple, mantle and veil.
One hand haltingly crept over to her pussy, trying to hide the patch of cunt hair that looked like a black pelt. The other arm crossed her chest, pinning her tits tightly to her chest. Sister Beth's right hand slapped viciously at Grace's arm. Mounds of tit-flesh jiggled.
Steel-gray eyes traveled across the young female flesh. Each golden square inch of skin was studied down to where her hand still covered her cunt. Sister Grace saw Sister Beth's lips tighten, and the younger girl reluctantly removed her hand. Silken pussy hair peeked out from the side of the palm and grew until the whole cunt was revealed.
Air hissed loudly between Sister Beth's clenched teeth as she stared at the beautiful pussy patch.
"It's cold," Sister Grace complained, wanting desperately to cover her flesh again.
"It's hot in Hell, Sister Grace," the older nun almost whispered, never taking her eyes from the silky cunt patch. "And it's going to take a lot of work and penance to keep your soul from burning for eternity. That's why you've been placed in our hands. Every one of the young nuns that have trouble keeping hands and tongues out of other pussies are confined to our care. You'll see no outside part of the world or the church again, Sister Grace, until all of your penance has been paid."
"But it's a mistake," Sister Grace insisted. "It was Sister Mary Grace, not me!"
"Defiance! Disobedience! Sin!" the older woman screamed, her hand going to her side.
There, lost in the black habit, was an ebony riding crop. The mother superior whipped it free from the cloth and swished it loudly through the air.
Fear ran down the young nun's spine. She glanced around, seeking some escape. But the crude stone walls made a prison, and the room was barely ten feet square. She might as well have been locked inside a medieval prison for all of the chance of freedom that she found.
"But, Beloved Mother!" Sister Grace screamed frantically.
The older nun with the riding crop was between her and the door. Even if she managed egress to get out, she certainly wouldn't be hard to find.
The riding crop lashed out and caught the naked flesh of Sister Grace's belly. It cut a crimson line into the golden skin. Grace doubled from the pain, and her motion backwards dropped her onto her bare ass onto the cot. Instinctively, her legs rose, bending at the knees and pulling close to her abdomen to protect her vulnerable belly.
The position seemed to please Sister Beth.
"Now, child," she whispered. "Take your hands and spread your pussy so I can see where the other nun licked with her tongue."
"But she didn't!" Grace insisted.
A slashing blow was launched at her face. She covered her face with her arms, and took the sting on the meat of her arms.
All thought of defiance was gone. The whip had chased away any reaction except compliance. Sister Grace's knees fell open, parting her thighs and opening her cunt gash. Her fingers weaved into the silky pussy muff and pried open the juicy pink slit.
Still clutching the riding crop high with one hand, Sister Beth fell to her knees at the side of the small bed. Her face was only a bit more than a foot from Sister Grace's spread cunt.
"Did she lick your clit?" the older nun said breathlessly.
"She didn't lick me at all!" Sister Grace cried, knowing her face and tits had turned crimson with the mark of her shame.
"Tell me!" the mother superior suddenly screamed, slashing down across the front of
Grace's body with the brutal riding crop.
An angry red line was branded into her flesh from the base of her neck clear down beyond and between her tits.
Grace reeled back from the blow. The back of her head slammed against the stone wall on the other side of the narrow cot, but her hands stayed at her cunt. Fingers pried her pink cunt gash even wider open out of fear of another blow.
"Yes!" she panted, knowing it was a lie as she uttered the word.
A rough finger pushed into the juicy pussy slit, worming up into the folds of skin at the top until it uncovered her clit. Grace winced when her clit was roughly pushed, then captured by two fingertips.
Why? Why? Why? There had to be something she didn't understand about the mother superior's motives.
"And did she stick her finger up your little cunt hole?" the older nun suddenly asked, moving her finger to the mouth of Grace's pussy gash. It glided down the shallow canyon of her young pussy.
"Yes!" Sister Grace gasped, knowing it was what was expected.
She grimaced as the finger was poked through the opening and into the tight channel of her cunt. It bumped up against a barrier that seemed to block any further progress into her pit.
"Ah, still a virgin," the older woman sighed. "Father Furst will be glad to hear that."
The finger worked around inside the mouth of the tight cunt hole, probing gently at the small portion of the walls before the maidenhead.
"And did Sister Frances lick it like this?" Sister Beth asked, dipping her face to Grace's delicious-looking slit.
A tongue curled out and into her cunt gash to explore the tiny, throbbing clit.
"No! Yes! I don't know!" Sister Grace wailed, not wanting to defy the mother superior but equally unwilling to admit falsely to such a terrible sin. Her teeth clenched in revulsion as she felt the tip of the tongue swirl around the tingling clit.
But the older nun didn't seem to notice the indecision as her tongue continued to fly across the young girl's clit. Lips closed over it and sucked on it like it was a tiny throbbing cock. Still the tongue licked and swirled, treating the clit like an ice cream cone. Her pussy hole began to flow with its juices.
The mother superior hummed in a sound of satisfaction, setting off small vibrations in the succulent slit. Juices from the cunt hole spread and slickened all of the flesh in the pussy crease.
Grace didn't recognize it as the beginnings of physical pleasure.
Sister Beth's tongue licked down from her clit, descending to the opening of her cunt hole, which nestled between delicate inner pussy lips. Each fold of flesh was firmly stroked by the cunt-lapping mother superior, before her tongue finally burrowed up the juicy young hole. She felt it slide hotly into her pussy pit almost up to her cherry. Then it licked all around the hot, tight walls inside her cunt.
Sister Grace realized that her cunt was actually being tongue-fucked.
"Oooh," she groaned, then bit her lower lip to cut off the sound.
Something intense gripped her like a fire deep inside her cunt. Her abdomen began to shake, as if her body was about to go out of control. Was this some way that her flesh had of throwing off the pleasure and temptation? It burned inside her and threatened to drive her wild.
Her pussy was threatening to explode. Then her whole body tensed and it was like a ball of fire was ejected from her cunt. Sister Grace gasped, her mind reeling. Pleasure at the release of all of that evil pressure was one of the best feelings that she had ever had.
Glory to God! Amen!
A short while later, a face slickened with pussy juice lifted from the cunt of the young girl, now passed out from sexual exhaustion. Slowly a grin spread on those glistening lips as the mother superior noticed the young girl's relaxed, reposing face.
This one will do well, she thought, just as soon as she is broken to the whips and chains.