Witches Convent

Witches Convent By Powerone  Copyright 2006 The right of Powerone to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.

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Chapter 1 A New Beginning The two girls stood in front of them, their bodies trembling, as they stood naked in the cold dungeon of the castle. The older one stood almost defiant, her naked body revealed in the bright light of the torches that graced the walls. But the younger sister huddled near her for protection, one hand crossed over her naked breasts, trying to hide them from his leering eyes. Her other hand lay nestled between her thighs, unable to hide her heavy black bush from the prying eyes. Her body was red in humiliation at having to strip naked for his inspection, especially as her Mother and Father stood idly by. These two were the best he had seen. Father Michael had converted his vast estate that sat high on the hill overlooking the town, into a convent for those that were cursed by the devil. He had become the Clergy and the Instructor, many of his rich friends contributing to his cause, willing to part with some of their fortune for the chance at such delightful flesh, to force their perversions upon the girls with impunity. There were now over seven girls under his care, but he was surprised when their parents brought these two to him, begging him to help them. “Please save our daughters. The devil has taken them and no matter how hard we have tried, we cannot help them. I fear for their safety, the town is up in arms. If we didn’t get them out of town I fear that they would be burned at the stake as witches. You are our last hope.” The girl’s father was desperate. The Mother threw herself at his feet. “Please Father. Save our daughters. We will do anything.” She was desperate. She had been told that high atop the hill stood a castle and that the Master of the house was able to cure girls that had been taken by the black forces of the devil. He saw the look of relief on their faces when he accepted their gift, two delightful girls, and hoped that they would be virgins. “It will be a hard and arduous journey to saving your daughters. The Devil fights dirty and the only way for me to conquer him is to do the same. You will have to entrust the care of your daughters to me for a period of one year. I will have complete control over them. You will not even be allowed to visit them. It will be a difficult time for them, and they will be forced to suffer in order to rid the devil from their soul. It is the wish of God that they suffer, just as his Son suffered for us. Do you agree to my terms?” He smiled as they nodded their heads. “I must first look for the mark of the devil on them.” He looked at the girls as they stood before him. “Strip off your clothes.” His voice boomed in the dungeon, bouncing off the granite walls. Sloane looked over at him in shock. She was the older sister, always protecting Mary. She wouldn’t take off her clothes for him, even if he was a Priest. At twenty, still a virgin, she had never shown her naked body to a man and she was not about to do so, especially with her Father standing only feet from her. Mary, her younger sister was eighteen and the shy one of the family. Sloane

was positive she also was a virgin, barely able to even talk to a boy, never mind being intimate with one. Sloane clutched Mary’s hand, hoping to protect her, but not even sure that she could protect herself. He might wear the robes of a Priest, but he had the glint of the Devil in his eyes. Father Michael couldn’t wait, ordering his men. “Bind them and strip them naked.” They were upon the girls before they could even react. There were four of them, two of them grabbed their wrists, yanked them harshly behind their backs. Their wrists were pinned together as cruel rope was tied tightly around them. Too tightly, a groan escaped from their lips as the circulation was cut off to their hands. Sloane’s eyes pleaded with her mother’s, but she gave no indication of changing her mind, her devout religious upbringing leaving the decision in the hands of the Priest. The one guard whispered into her ear as he pulled her towards him. “I’m going to enjoy that lovely body soon enough, wench.” He pushed his cock against her ass, the parents unaware of what he was doing behind their daughter, his cock sliding back and forth across her smooth ass. She had never felt a penis before, especially one as big and as hard as the guard behind her. She was afraid of what they were going to do to her. This was like prison, unable to stop them from taking her at their whim. But she worried about Mary the most. She was so fragile, and she was not sure if she would survive. She would have to do whatever she could to help her. “Gag them!” The Priest didn’t want to hear their babbling. Mary tasted the foul rag as it was thrust harshly in her mouth, her lips split wide, her cheeks bulging. It was dry, soaking up the spit in her mouth. But the taste was the worse, the odor of urine filling her nose. She gagged, trying to stop from vomiting in the gag, sure that she would choke to death if she did. “MMMGG,” Sloane shaking her head as her mouth was filled with the dirty rag, gulping hard. It tasted as if someone had peed on it, the guard laughing quietly behind her. “I saved up my piss just for you,” he whispered in her ear, his cock jerking against her ass cheeks. “Soon you’ll take a real cock in your mouth. I’ll drive the Devil out of you with my instrument.” Mary was the first to be stripped naked. They made short work of the rags on her back, the threadbare dress ripping easily, leaving her clad in a pair of white panties long faded from use, now a dingy gray. Her breasts lay unprotected beneath her dress, not large enough to be contained in a corset, the family not able to afford the silky garments that the rich girls wore. She tried to fight them, succeeding only in making her breasts dance up and down as they held her tightly by her bound wrists, her face flushed in embarrassment. “The undergarments. Shred those rags, she’ll have no use for them here.” Father Michael preferred the girls to be naked under the robes they would wear, their bodies always available to the men at a whim. He watched as a guard kneeled at her feet, another guard holding her legs together at the knees, making sure that neither would suffer from her kicking. He slowly peeled the thin panties down her legs, enjoying watching her suffer the humiliation, making sure that his fingers ran across her lush bush. She would be shorn later, for now her

bush would protect her sex from the probing eyes of the men. The men released her legs, standing back to make sure that she didn’t kick them. Father Michael was impressed with her body. Though she was the younger of the two, her body was already mature. She had a pair of firm breasts, with pert nipples that popped into hardness from the cold, damp air in the room. They stood up proudly as if they were beckoning the men to touch and caress them. There would be time for that after the parents left. Her hips were filling out, a slim waist, probably from lack of food, gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her legs were coyly pressed together, her dense bush hiding her sex but there would be time for a more intimate examination later. She would soon learn that she would be examined often and by many, each person enjoying probing her body intimately. He approached her, the long, gleaming needle shining in the torches that lit the room. It was over eight inches long, the point sharp and pointed. “The Devil leaves his marks on his chosen.” He was talking to the parents as he eyed her naked body intimately. He found a large dark freckle on the top of her breast. “I can tell by the feel of the needle in the flesh if the mark is from the Devil.” He touched the end of the needle on the mark, the sharp tip slicing into her flesh with barely a drop of blood shed. Her body jerked, the guard behind her holding her tighter. Tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head in pain, only muffled noises coming from beneath the dirty gag stuffed in her mouth. She thought she was dying when the Priest drove the tip of the needle at least an inch into her breast flesh. She shook and struggled as the guard held her tight, the Priest finally stopping, the needle standing up by itself, buried deep into her skin. A trickle of blood ran down her white breast, slowly running over her nipple, the pain so intense. “The Devil has her soul,” he loudly acclaimed. He drew the needle out, the tip a bright red from her blood. “Please save her Lord,” the Mother exclaimed. She hated to see her daughter in pain, but she knew it would be worse unless the Father could save her from the Devil. “Don’t let the Devil take her, Father Michael,” the Father pleaded. The guard swung her around, her naked ass facing the Father. “She has another mark, Father.” He touched her ass cheeks, hearing the muffled cry of indignation at being so rudely fondled in front of her parents. He pulled apart her cheeks, gazing at the tiny virgin hole nestled between them before she clenched her muscles and closed her cheeks from his view. Father Michael pushed the needle into the birth mark on her right cheek; not even pausing until over two inches of sharp metal was in her ass cheeks, the flesh more muscled. She jerked back and forth, the guard holding her tightly against him, feeling her naked tits dancing against his chest. “The Devil will put up a fight to take this wench. Only I can save her, but it will be a long and painful journey to salvation.” He withdrew the needle, a tiny trickle of blood running down her cheek. “She barely bleeds from the needle. A sure sign that the Devil has her.” The guard swung her around, his hands pulling her arms behind her, thrusting out her young, taut breasts. His heavy boots slipped between her legs, making her spread her legs, crushing her toes beneath the heels of his boots when

she dared defy him. Father Michael glared lustily at her naked body, his cock pushed hard against his rough robe. “Give her a robe and prepare the sister.” It would be easy with the older one, Sloane. She would do anything to protect her sister and Father Michael would make sure that she did. Sloane was already crying as she watched her sister stripped naked, the needles pressed into her flesh while she screamed in pain. She knew they were going to do the same to her, but she tried to act defiant, holding her head up high. Hands grabbed her arms, pulling them harshly behind her back, one of the guards pressed up against her. She felt the bulge in his pants pushed up against her, afraid of what they would do to her. Father Michael stood in front of her, gazing at her, his eyes looking up and down her body. Not like a Priest, but as a man would. She had never met a Priest like him before and she feared him and what he would do to them. “You are a pretty young thing, Sloane. A virgin I hope,” he whispered in her ear. She was and she hoped he would leave her alone, but she soon learned it would be futile. “We’ll see how good you can be. Now let’s get a look at your naked body.” His fingers moved down the front of her peasant blouse, yanking the collar down until it ripped, the dirty, torn garment shredding in his hands. She was naked beneath, Sloane struggling to cover herself, the guard holding her tightly, her breasts dancing as she fought him. Like her sister, she had a few birth marks. His fingers danced quickly over her nipples, feeling them come to life from the touch, his fingers leaving them as tiny hard darts popping out. He was going to enjoy this one. She wouldn’t require much except some threats against her younger sister to get her to perform. And some of the older men would like the way she will cry and beg under a whip, willing to do anything to stop the pain. At seventy and eighty years old, they would enjoy the tightness of a twenty year old virgin again in their lifetime, forever grateful to Father Michael and his convent. They would pay dearly for the pleasure of Sloane’s company. His fingers took liberties with her body that no man had ever done, all eyes on her half naked body, the torches lighting the cold, damp room. Her skirt was torn from her next, his hands slowly sliding down her undergarments, the humiliation worse as they all watched her treasures exposed to their eyes. The rough material of the guard behind her pushed between her legs, forcing her to open them wider, his heavy boots bruising her ankles as he banged his boots on the inside of her legs. Father Michael was gazing at her naked sex, Sloane ashamed as his hand ran so freely through her bush, a tingling in her loins as she was rudely handled. “NO!” She cried out silently in the gag. Father Michael had the needle in his hand, Sloane protesting as her eyes followed the shiny needle moving between her legs, the light of the torches shiny off the metal, hypnotizing her as it moved so close to her sex. Father Michael pulled one of her pussy lips open, yanking it harshly to the side, surprised to find the inside of her petal damp with her dew. He pressed the needle into one fleshy lip of her vulva, her inhumane scream muffled by the foul tasting rag. He didn’t stop until it popped out the other side, Father Michael sliding the needle back and forth through the hole in her lip.

The pain wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. “EEEEEEH,” she screamed, the gag making it only a muffled sound, her body dancing in the tight bondage of the guards arm as her sex was pierced by the sharp needle. She couldn’t believe that he pierced her lip, the other end quickly popping out. She was at least grateful it was sharp. She had bitten her tongue, tasting blood in her mouth. The pain almost completely went away when the needle withdrew. “See, she doesn’t even bleed from it,” all eyes on the petal of her flower, Father Michael keeping it pulled open and exposed to her parents. “The Devil will soon mate with her unless I can stop him. She will become his whore, drinking in his seed, bearing him bastard sons to follow in his footsteps. It is good you brought me your girls.” Sloane’s mother rushed over to Father Michael, falling to his feet, pulling him close to her. “Help them, Father.” Tears were running down her face. “The Lord has asked me to help them. He will be very demanding of your daughters. They will have to show their willingness to serve the Lord and his servants. They will be tested by the Lord until they perform without question. Only then will they be saved.” “Thank you, Father Michael,” Mary’s Father gushed out gratefully. He was the local blacksmith and his business had slowed to a trickle, the townspeople afraid of his daughters, thus afraid to do business with him. He hoped the customers would return. “Anything you want is yours Father.” “There is a way you can help me. I know you are a blacksmith. I’m always in the market for special items. The Lord gives me visions of various items that are used to restrain the girls here so I can purge their soul of the Devil. Very unique items built to fit the unique curves of the body of females.” “Anything Father Michael. Just give me a drawing and I will build it for you.” “Thank you. You may go now, but I would like to talk to your wife for a while first. I will send her home with one of my guards before nightfall.” He looked over at his wife, a beautiful creature beneath the cheap rags she wore. He would see how grateful she was before he sent her home. The girls’ mother was a bit surprised, but she was willing to do anything to help her girls. They were her life. “Go home dear. I will be okay.” She watched as her husband left. Her daughters were given their clothes back, quickly putting them on, their faces stained with their tears. She kissed them on the cheek, the guards hustling them out of the room before they could say anything. She found herself alone with Father Michael. “What may I call you?” Father Michael’s cock was in need of some relief. Tonight one of the girls would provide it, but he wanted the Mother first. “Anna, your worship.” She watched as he sat in a large chair, almost as if he was King. It was on a pedestal, a large pillow in front of it, the altar behind it, a large statue of the Savior overlooking it all. A shadow of the cross, illuminated by a torch behind it cast across the pillow. “Do you serve the Lord, Anna?” He looked at her, his cock throbbing at the lovely set of tits that pushed out the front of her blouse. “Yes Father. My life is in the service of the Lord.” “And his servants?”

you.”

“Of course, your Eminence. The Lord does not speak to me as he speaks to “He has spoken to me about you Anna. You should feel gifted. Kneel on the pillow.” He motioned for her at his feet. She kneeled before him, looking at him. “I am honored that the Lord notices me.” “He wanted me to help your daughters. In return, he wants you to worship his sword.” “His sword Father? I don’t understand but I am willing to learn.” Father Michael sat up in the chair, spreading his legs out until Anna was between them. His hand lifted her chin up until she was looking at his face. “His servant’s sword Anna. He wants you to worship his servant’s sword.” She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at him, not sure what he wanted her to do. He gripped her hands, moving them both up onto his lap. He slipped them into the fold of his robe, Anna jerking them back when she felt his naked flesh beneath the robe. “You defy the Lord, Anna!” He shouted out in a booming voice. She was confused, but the anger of Father Michael shocked her even more. “No,” she apologized profusely. “You surprised me.” “The Lord works in mysterious ways Anna.” He took her hands again, this time finding them limp as he moved them back to his lap. He slipped them into his robe again, this time not stopping until he felt her smooth hands encircling his hard cock. “Feel the Lord’s sword Anna.” She let him have his way with her hands this time, finally figuring out what he wanted of her. Her hands were barely able to encircle his cock, the shaft thick, not like her husband’s. One hand went down and cupped his balls, hefting the heavy balls while her other hand began to slide up and down the shaft of his cock, her fingers tight around the shaft. After all, he was the servant of the Lord. Even as a young girl, the Priest had often touched her after Sunday School, brushing aside her skirts, his fingers finding her moist slit, her hands forced to rub his member up and down until he spurted all over her Sunday School clothes. Father Michael enjoyed her skillful hands, hoping that her daughters possessed the innate skills. He opened his robe, exposing his cock to her view. “Drink in the mastery of the Lord,” he proudly proclaimed. It was bigger than she could have imagined, the head an angry red, already glistening with his juices. His balls were covered in a wrinkled sack, Anna hefting the heavy balls in her palm. Her other hand slipped up, both hands covering the thick shaft, feeling the heat from the throbbing sword. It jerked in her hands, her fingers tightening as she tried to control his snake. Father Michael picked up a small cross, the shiny gold cross glistening in the light. He kissed it. “Kiss the Lord’s sword, just like I kiss it.” He kissed the cross again. Anna understood what he wanted. She had refused to take her husband’s penis in her mouth, but she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to refuse Father Michael. She just hoped she could get it over quickly. She pressed her mouth close to his cock, holding his cock tightly in her hand.

He almost came when he felt her hot breath on his cock, making it jerk in pleasure. He held his breath as he watched her head move so slowly towards the head of his cock, her tongue moving out of her lips, so sexily licking her lips as she prepared to suck his cock. “MMMMMM,” he sighed in pleasure, the gentle touch of her wet lips on the head of his cock bringing such pleasure to his loins. “Rub the Lord’s sword over your face and lips Anna.” She did as he said, her hand guiding the hot flesh along her silky skin, a wet trail left by his juices. She touched it to her lips, the unmistakable salty taste covering her lips. She felt it leaking on her lips, her tongue uncontrollably licking her lips, the foul taste of cum filling her mouth. She pulled her tongue deep in her mouth, not wanting to accidentally touch it. Father Michael’s hands moved down to her head, gripping her over her ears, pushing in and pulling her forward. “Open your mouth Anna. Take the Lords sword in your mouth. He wants you to take the Lord’s seed inside your mouth and swallow it.” He watched as her mouth opened submissively, a tiny oval, not big enough for his cock, but with enough force he would breach her oral cavern. It felt as if a vise was holding her head, his eyes pushing painfully onto the sides of her head. She opened her mouth hesitantly, suddenly finding it pushed onto his waiting cock, breaching her mouth with a suddenness that took her breath away. Her hot breath was more than he could stand, pulling her onto his cock, her mouth enveloping his cock in its hot, wet insides, his cock jerking as her tongue accidentally swished across it, trying to force it out. “Praise the Lord!” It felt so good inside her mouth. It split her lips open wide, afraid they would tear as her lips tightened around the thick head of his cock. It jerked and shuddered in her hand, another rush of salty, thick crème falling on her tongue. She instinctively moved her tongue, running across the head of his cock before she could pull it back. She trembled as she kneeled at his feet, his cock throbbing in her mouth. “Such a delightful creature of the Lord you are Anna.” His hands reached down and slid the top of her peasant blouse down, uncovering a lovely set of tits to his gaze. His fingers found her nipples, hardening the pink tips just as her daughters had reacted to the brief touch. All of the family seemed very amorous. She was shocked again when her breasts were bared for him, his hands moving to rub her nipples just as her husband would do. One hand moved up to the back of her head, his hips driving his thick sword deeper into her mouth. She started to raise her hands. “Keep your hands down Anna. Let the Lord have his way with your body. Pleasure his servant with your body.” He began to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth, his hand holding her head still, her lips tightened around his shaft as it moved in and out of her lips. He wouldn’t last long; her mouth while inexperienced was so hot and tight. She couldn’t do anything except submit to him, his cock taking her mouth ruthlessly. Her tongue was pushed down by the thick cock, the flesh of his cock sliding, rasping along it as it slid in and out. Her nipples began to hurt, his fingers twisting and pulling them too hard. “GGGHHH,” she gagged as his cock

pushed hard against her throat. She was glad he pulled back, but the next thrust, just as deep, choking on the thick helmet of his cock against her throat. Her choking and gagging and the sound of his balls slapping shamefully against her chin was the only noise in the room for the next five minutes, her cheeks bulging out as he used her mouth as if it were her sex. Father Michael hoped the daughters would be as accommodating as their mother, her mouth so hot and tight, Father Michael fighting the urge to cum as long as he could. Finally he couldn’t contain himself any longer, both hands gripping her head in a vice-like grip as he came. She couldn’t do anything to stop him, his hands too powerful, afraid of defying the Lord and his servant. She felt the first blast of cum in her mouth, her cheeks swelling up as they sought to contain the thick, pasty crème. She barely had time to swallow, cum dripping from her lips, his hands pulling her face back and forth over his cock, spewing another load of cum in her mouth, the foul taste of the salty crème permeating every corner of her mouth. Three times he came, three times she was forced to swallow his cum before his cock became limp, sitting heavily on her lips. “Lick the Lord’s sword clean, Anna.” He enjoyed her energetic tongue as she sought to get it over quickly, finally spitting his limp cock from her mouth unceremoniously. She was red in shame as she stood up, covering her naked breasts, Father Michael noticing how red her nipples were from his rough handling of her flesh. She licked her lips, catching the last of the cum that dripped from them. She bowed before him. “Thank you your Eminence. Take care of my daughters.” She worried more about her daughters now. It he took her mouth, what would he do to her innocent daughters? The guard showed up unexpectedly and ushered her from the room. Anna rushed to get home, ashamed at how she had performed. Father Michael called in Father John. “Give the young one some of that mixture the Chinese workers gave you.” “The opium Father Michael?” “Yes, that’s it. It worked well the last time. I think the Devil will visit her tonight in her cell. The opium should make her groggy and her vision fuzzy. I will put on the mask and the long fingernails. They will leave proof on her body that the Devil took her. I think in the ass this time. We’ll save her virginity. I love to see the girls as they are taken for the first time, their virginity taken in a brutal thrust, their scream of pain adding to the pleasure.” Father John’s cock grew hard at the thought of Father Michael sodomizing the new girl. She was small; the entry of his cock up her ass would be painful. He was sure that Father Michael would make her take the full measure of his cock up her tight asshole, taking her with deep punishing strokes until he filled her bowels with his seed. He would visit one of the other girls tonight to satisfy his lust, but first there would be Mary to prepare.

Chapter 2 The Devils Visit Mary was sobbing, huddled into a ball on the bed, the bars on the small window and the cell door reminding her that she was a prisoner. The cell smelled of sweat and urine. Sloane was taken from her, both of them struggling as the guards finally broke them apart, Sloane still yelling as her voice retreated into the deep recesses of the cells. She had looked around the room, all the more menacing by the chains and manacles that hung from the walls. The bed was large, larger than she had expected, never thinking that it would be something other than a place to sleep. Although she was eighteen, she was sexually naïve, much more than Sloane, their parents protective. The townspeople seemed to get more fearful of them as they matured, the men lusting after their young, ripe bodies, the women jealous. Somewhere along the way the rumors of witchcraft began to spread, and their parents kept them inside more as they grew older, afraid of the reaction of the townspeople. It had finally come to this, their parents hustling them off to the large estate on the hill, the only hope for salvation. Now Mary was even more fearful as her body was stripped naked and probed by the painful needles of Father Michael. And the ways his eyes looked at her so lustily, it scared her. She jumped when she heard the door clanging, gripping the rough blanket around her body as she looked at the door in fear. One of the Priests entered, a guard standing just outside the door. She trembled as he approached, a tray with a glass on it. “I hope you find your accommodations sufficient.” His cock tented out the front of his robe as he gazed at her body. Even in the brown robe he could make out the image of her luscious body. He would be glad when Father Michael grew tired of her. Then it would be his turn to take her. She couldn’t say anything, too fearful of her own life. “Drink this. It will make you more relaxed.” He pushed the cup of warm tea in front of her, the opium masked by the strong taste of the tea. She was afraid of defying him. She took the tea, taking a sip, finding the taste powerful, much more than the weak tea her parents gave them. “Drink it all,” his voice adamant. The girls were so docile once they were here for a few days, the whip used on the second day as a constant reminder of defiance. This one was weaker than her sister. She took a big gulp, the tea going down with a warm glow. She took another sip, this one bigger, finally finishing it all. It settled into her stomach, a warm glow on her skin. She fell back onto the bed; her body seemed to become limp, her head getting dizzy. The Priest left, the door clanging shut behind him sounding so final. The sun was beginning to set, the tiny window showing the last glow of light. Soon it would be dark, the torches in the room not lit. She lay back on the bed, finding it far more comfortable than the bed she shared with her sister. Her head was spinning, a dampness to her skin as the warm glow spread over her body. She didn’t sleep, she just felt as though she was in a trance. Her mind began to cloud, strange dreams entering and exiting her head. She tried to lift her arms, finding it impossible, her strength sapped. What had they given

her? The cell grew darker, just shadows bouncing off the walls from the torches in the hallway. Father Michael put on the black robe, pulling the hood up over his head, the faceless mask molded to his face. He carefully put on the sharp, needle-like nails, sticking out an inch on each finger, the tips pointed and curled. He stroked his cock beneath his robe, bringing the massive tool to hardness, eager to plunder the treasures of the young girl that awaited him. He grabbed a small torch, moving down the long hall, peeking into a few of the small barred windows, the cells filled with girls waiting in terror, the slightest noise making them sit up in panic. They would be lucky tonight. Mary’s cell was the next one. He put the large metal key in the lock, the door creaked opened, and the torches from the hallway blanketed the room with their light. She turned to the door, the creaking as it slowly opened, Mary eyes blinded by the sudden light emanating from the door. She could only make out a shadowy figure in the doorway, her eyes blurry, unable to focus. Her mind was foggy, unable to comprehend as the strange black figure moved around the room, the room becoming brighter as torches were lit. She still couldn’t move, her arms hanging uselessly on the bed, no strength to move. Father Michael looked into her eyes, glazed over, the opium doing its work just like the other times. He gazed at her body spread out on the bed, ripe and ready for him. His hand moved down and brushed the hair from her face, one long sharp fingernail running over her cheek until it reached her mouth. She couldn’t move, the black figure so menacing as it stood over her. She felt a hand gently brushing the hair from her eyes, but she still couldn’t see past the black shadowy figure over her. The finger felt strange as it ran across her cheek, a sharp fingernail stabbing her unexpectedly before it moved to her mouth. The fingernail ran around her lips, slowly moving inward, forcing her lips to part as it entered her mouth. She couldn’t do anything, the finger probing into her mouth, sliding along her tongue, the foul taste filling her mouth. She pushed her tongue out of the way, afraid of getting stabbed. It pushed in and out, her lips tight around it, the fingernail so long that it struck the back of her mouth, making her gag. Soon she would learn to take his cock the way she instinctively sucked his finger, but he had more urgent business to take care of. His hands slid down to the front of her robe, slowly opening the row of buttons that went from her neck down to her feet, the long robe covering her body completely. She stared blankly ahead as he drew the robe to the side as each button opened, her white alabaster skin highlighted by the dark robe. He caught the first glimpse of her cleavage, his cock throbbing as he remembered her lovely tits. He caught the first glimpse of her nipples, yanking the robe to the side, her pert tits standing out proudly on her white chest. He pulled her up, slipping the robe from her shoulders, letting it slide to her waist. He let her slump back down on the bed, naked from the waist up. She felt the cold air of the room on her skin, wondering how her upper body had become naked, blood rushing to her head as she was propped up, then fell unexpectedly back down on the bed. “MMMM,” was all she could murmur as she felt the sharp prick on her nipple, the sensitive tip springing to life. The other

nipple was similarly manhandled, her nipples aching from the hardness. She felt a pressure as they were crushed, yanked up, feeling them stretching painfully. They were released, springing back, her breasts bouncing on her chest. She felt the fingernail trailing along her stomach, surprised to find that she was naked, hands moving along the robe, plucking the buttons open. Father Michael grew impatient, one hand running down her abdomen, the other hand ripping the buttons open hastily. The sharp nail got caught in her bush, plucking a few errant hairs out before moving down farther. He finished unbuttoning the robe, yanking it harshly from under her ass, to throw it on the floor. He moved back to her naked body spread out on the bed before him, ripe for his pleasure. He gripped her wrists, pulling her limp arms over her head, thrusting her tits out provocatively. He walked to the foot of the bed, his powerful hands gripping her slim ankles, rudely spreading her legs wide, his eyes glued to her pussy as it spread out before him. Her arms were pulled up over her head, strong hands spreading her legs, suddenly realizing that she was naked before the dark stranger. She was afraid, yet somehow she was calm, as if nothing could happen to her, her body relaxed. She felt her legs parted, aching as they were spread so wide. She couldn’t see the stranger, but she felt his piercing eyes staring between her legs. Father Michael pulled off his robe, his hand immediately reaching down to stroke his cock, needing relief soon. Her lovely naked body was spread before him. He moved to the head of the bed, kneeling on the bed beside her head, reaching down to stretch his cock until it touched her cheek, his cock jerking in pleasure as he felt her breathe so close to his cock. He moved his cock down until he could slide the tip of his cock around her lips, leaving a trail of hot, sticky cum that stuck to her lips. Her lips were curled into an oval, his cock slipping into the tiny opening, watching as they were forcibly opened. His cock leaked into her mouth when he felt her hot breathe on the tip of his cock, pulling his cock quickly from her lips, not wanting to cum that soon. It felt as if it were burning, the hot flesh running over her face, unable to stop it as it pushed into her mouth, a sudden taste of something salty filling her mouth, her face grimacing in distaste. She tried to move her tongue to push the strange invader out, but it refused to move. She felt relieved as it moved away. Father Michael stood up, moving to the foot of the bed again. He grabbed her slim ankles, pulling them together, then harshly twisting them, his other hand on her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. He moved to her head, pushing her face to the side so she could breathe, pushing the hair out of her face, his cock dancing in her face. She didn’t understand how she was now on her stomach, hands moving her head, a thick shadow blocking her view as a dark shadow bounced in front of her eyes. She felt her ankles grabbed again, the ache between her legs as her legs were spread obscenely wide, fearing that she was being split up the middle. Father Michael almost came as her cheeks parted, her tiny asshole revealed to him. He wasn’t sure how she was going to take his large cock in such a tiny hole, but that was not his concern. He was anxious to feel her hot, clenching muscles on his cock. The opium would dull the pain, but she would have to take his powerful thrusts up her backside. He caught a glimpse of her

pussy from behind, her dark hole so forbidding, ripe for one of his benefactors that was willing to pay dearly for the chance to make her cry out as she lost her innocence forever. He rubbed oil on his cock, stroking the massive weapon from his balls to the shiny head. One sharp fingernail rubbed over her tiny hole, and Father Michael watched as her muscles opened and closed in uncontrollable spasms. The tip of the nail scratched the wrinkled opening, leaving tiny drops of blood as a testament to the sharpness. Her anus puckered as he dragged the nail to the center of the tiny hole, pressuring the sharp tip into her waiting flesh, a gasp from Mary the only protest as her hole began to spread open to the cold metal. He pushed dryly inside her, twisting his fingernail until the tip was inside her, her hole pressed over the glistening metal fingernail. He climbed onto the bed between her legs, kneeling between her legs, his cock bouncing as he prepared to sodomize her. She couldn’t understand where the feeling was coming from, tiny pricks on her backside making her tremble in pain, a pressure building, the muscles between her legs tightening protectively. She felt the stifling body pressing onto her back, her body crushed beneath it. She yelled silently, only small yelps escaping from her mouth as the heavy weight settled down on her small body, the breath pushed from her lungs. She felt fumbling between her legs, unable to identify exactly where, strange things touching her in intimate places. She tried to squirm, her muscles like mush, the figure on her too heavy to push it aside. He felt her trying to struggle, kneeling up to take some of the weight from her body. He wanted to fuck her, not crush her. He pressed the head of his cock against her tiny hole, completely blocking it from view, his cock throbbing as it felt the heat from her hole. He began to push, feeling her body trying to go deeper into the bed, finally stopped by the hard mattress. He gazed lustily as he watched her hole forced to flower open, spreading wider and wider as his insistent cock continued to breach her hole. She felt this pressure between her legs, not understanding where exactly it was coming from or where it was, only that it was becoming painful. It felt like a battering ram trying to shove into her body, with Mary unable to do anything but lay there, her legs spread and take the cudgel inside her. There was a burning between her legs, her muscles clenching uncontrollably as it fought the intrusion. She began to sob, the feeling between her legs painful, wanting her sister to protect her, crying for Sloane to protect her. Father Michael enjoyed her tears and sobbing, and pressed his hips harder, her tiny asshole fighting his thick cock. He grunted, shoving with his hips with a powerful thrust that sent his cockhead inside her asshole, tearing apart her virgin hole, feeling as if his cock was covered in a tight leather glove. He loved the gasp drawn from her lips as her body jerked in pain, his cock jerking in lust in her hot, tight rectum, her muscles clenching as they uncontrollably tried to force his cock out. He lay still, enjoying the pleasurable feelings as her velvet insides gripped his cock almost protectively, her muscles rippling up and down the large head. He made his cock jerk inside her, her muscles responding by tightening. He fought the urge to cum, wanting to drive his cock into the depths of her bowels first, stroking her asshole, feeling the tightness and heat only a virgin could provide. His hands gripped her hips, drawing her ass up, his hips shooting

forward, forcing his cock another inch inside her asshole, a cry escaping from her lips as he stretched her insides painfully with the thick head of his cock. Her anal ring clung to his cock like a second skin, his hips driving his cock in and out, her ring sliding along the shaft as he made her take deeper and deeper strokes. She couldn’t believe the pain. She thought she had lost her virginity, but now she felt the pain higher up, in her backside. She couldn’t believe the burning as she felt her backside stretching open, afraid she was bleeding as a huge cudgel was shoved up her unprotected backside. The monster on top of her grunted, feeling the sharp claws scratching her hips as her ass was thrust up, forced to take the painful stretching deeper into her backside. It felt like a burning rod shoved inside her, unyielding as it forced her insides to straighten to take the thick shaft. Her stomach cramped as the thick cudgel tore apart her insides. Father Michael jerked his cock out until only the head was gripped by her powerful rectal muscles; then thrust deep back inside her, his claws digging into her hips as he drew her asshole onto his cock as if it were a tight glove. Each time he drove his cock deeper, knowing she was tearing inside to take the thick shaft, but not caring, enjoying the tightness of her virgin passage, his cock jerking in pleasure of the hot passage. He grunted as he shoved deeper into her asshole, feeling the exquisite pleasure that her tight, hot insides provided his cock. He pushed harder, drawing her up onto her knees, his hands pushing down on her back, her ass arched up submissively, her asshole gripping his cock possessively as he rode her. Her hips were scratched where the sharp fingernails dug into her flesh. Mary sobbed as he gave another powerful thrust inside her, tearing at her insides as his cock buried deeper into her hot bowels. He was delighting in the way her body pleasured him. The pain was unbearable, the thick shaft buried deep inside her giving her painful cramps, the fingernails of the monster leaving gouges along her sides. The creature that was taking her seemed indestructible, his hard weapon continuing to tear up and down inside her intestines, the unnatural act wreaking havoc on her young, tender body. She prayed to God that it would end, but the thick instrument drove deeper each time, her body shaking in pain. Her mind was still a cloud, never realizing whom or what was doing this awful thing to her, only the pain reminded her of the reality. She was naked; the bright light of the torches shined on her sweat drenched body, the slap of the monster against her backside the only noise besides her sobbing and cries of pain. It went deeper than it had ever gone, Mary crying out in pain as her insides were forced to straighten out to take the hard cudgel. She almost vomited, her stomach turning, the cramping painful as she felt the thick cudgel as if it were coming out her mouth. Relieved, the monster had stopped, feeling him pressed up against her backside raised up in submission to him. She felt it jerk inside her, her muscles uncontrollably tightening on the thick shaft unable to stop the painful clenching. Father Michael let her get used to having something that large inside her, the entire length of his cock buried deep in her colon, the hot, tight insides bathing his cock in pleasure. Her anal ring was stretched tight around the shaft of his cock, the pucker gone from the wrinkled hole as it was stretched to almost breaking. His hand slipped beneath her, between her legs, one sharp fingertip pressed against her pussy. He slowly dragged his cock from her clinging asshole,

her tight insides like a glove, clinging to the flesh of his shaft. When only the head of his cock was gripped by the powerful muscles in her rectum, he shoved in hard, his sharp fingernail piercing the sensitive inner lips of her pussy. It hurt almost as much pulling out as when it pushed in, feeling like her insides were being dragged out, her passage collapsing behind it. She felt her anus burn as the thick cudgel pulled out, knowing instinctively that it was thicker at the end, breathing heavy as she bore the pain. The hands gripped her hips tighter, Mary bracing for the entry again, one hand suddenly between her legs, the piercing of her sex by what felt like a needle driving her backside deep into the air. She regretted it instantly, the creature throwing his hips forward, the thick cudgel boring deep into her soul, her ass thrusting up only driving it deeper into the depths of her intestines. It tore and ravaged her insides, Mary screaming inhumanly in pain. Father Michael was no longer patient, his balls swollen and aching for release, his cock squeezed so tight by her insides that the blood rushed to the tip, pulsating as he drove it deep into her little body. He enjoyed her scream, sure the other girls were woken by her ungodly scream, a reminder of what they would be subject to if they failed to pleasure their Masters. He pulled out quickly, driving back in, Mary’s tiny naked body tossed around like a doll as he sodomized her virgin asshole. In and out he thrust brutally, slapping against her taut ass cheeks, his cock buried deep inside her with each powerful. One last thrust, his cock buried deep inside her, jerking and throbbing as he churned her guts with his thick cock. Death would have been better than the pounding in her backside, the monster behind her insatiable. Her muscles had long ago given up fighting the painful intrusion inside her, shoved ruthlessly aside by the hard cudgel that tore in and out. She heaved and tossed on the bed, the monsters claws digging into her flesh, her backside slapped harshly by the monster as he buried the long weapon deep inside her. She felt it stop deep inside her, jerking and moving, cramping her stomach, then she felt it, nothing like she could ever had imagined. Or understand. It felt as though a bucket of water was thrust deep into her belly, the weapon inside unleashing a powerful burst of hot fluid that spewed her intestines. It waited, jerking inside her, another powerful burst joining the first, her stomach filling with the hot fluid. Her backside fluttered on the jerking weapon inside her each time it blasted inside her, four times the fluid burned inside her, filling her with the foul fluid of the monster behind her. The room began to spin, and suddenly she was transported to a place without pain, darkness surrounding her. Father Michael bathed her with his hot, semen, impregnating her virgin asshole with his holy seed, her bowels bringing such pleasure to his cock, his balls emptied deep inside the young girl. Her body went limp, Father Michael letting her sink back onto the mattress, his deflating cock pushed out by her clenching muscles, a loud fart escaping, his white cum dripping from her ravaged hole. She had fainted, her body limp, her breathing ragged. He flipped her over onto her back, pulling her head to the edge of the bed. He dragged his soiled cock over her lips, one finger pulling open her mouth, his limp cock thrust into her open and waiting mouth. He closed her lips over the shaft, sliding his cock in and out, the

filth on his cock coating her lips. He pulled out, his cock already hardening from the delightful feel of her hot mouth. Mary was going to be a delight to train, her mind easy to manipulate, her body young and tight. He stood up, blowing out the torches as he left, one last glimpse of her naked body on the bed before the heavy door clanged noisily behind him. He took off the hood and fingernails, returning to his room. Tomorrow would be another day; both of the sisters would be intimately inspected, their training beginning early in the morning.

Chapter 3 The Daily Inspection Sloane was dragged from her bed, a large man dressed in the robe of a Priest unceremoniously pulling her stunned body out of the bed. The light filtered into the small window, signaling morning, Sloane still tired, her sleep broken by the strange screams and voices in the night. She barely had time to shake the sleep from her head before she found herself being shoved down the long, dank hallway, towards the room where they were initially brought. She feared what was beyond the door. She hoped Mary was all right, fearing more for her safety than her own. The door opened, the shimmering light from the torches that rimmed the room almost blinded her, stumbling forward after a push by her guard. The room was filled with Priests, their dark brown robes signifying their position, or at least Sloane believed. They all turned towards her when she entered, at least a dozen of them seated before a stage. Sloane’s eyes were trained on the stage, seeing Mary trembling next to Father Michael, his hand possessively on her shoulder, but she saw the fear in her eyes. They seemed to be glazed over as if she were in a trance. “Come in Sloane. Join your sister up here.” Father Michael waved to her, the guard hastening her up with a shove. He enjoyed the daily rituals that the new girls would be indoctrinated in today. That is why the large crowd, new virgin bodies always bringing out the perverse. “Stand next to your sister,” he ordered her. She wore the same robe as her sister, covering her from her neck almost to the floor, a long expanse of buttons holding it together. He knew that beneath the robe they were naked, his cock hard at the thought of their naked bodies still fresh in his mind. “These are the new girls brought by their parents yesterday. Sloane and Mary.” He spoke to the group of men. “The Devil has their souls and they are in need of being purged. It will be an arduous task that will require all of us. Mary has confided in me that the Devil had visited her last night in her dreams, fornicating with her for his pleasure. That is why the daily inspections are necessary.” He turned towards Sloane. “Would you like to be first Sloane?” He hesitated for a second. “Or should we subject your sister first?” He knew she would do anything to protect her, counting on her unwilling cooperation in order to save her sister. Of course it would be futile; she was only postponing the inevitable. Already her sister had been sodomized, Father Michael enjoying her tight asshole last night. Soon Sloane would be taught to service the Priests in the name of saving her soul from the Devil. She could see that Mary seemed traumatized, not wanting to subject her to the humiliation that she knew was coming. “I will go Father Michael.” Mary was pushed off the stage, shoved into a chair next to the men facing the stage. Father Michael approached Sloane, whispering in her ear. “Behave and cooperate or it will go worse for your sister.” He wiped the hair from her face, his fingers running down to her mouth, running a thick finger over her lips. “Such a beautiful mouth Sloane. It will serve you well in purging the Devil from your soul.” He pushed his finger into her mouth, feeling her struggle briefly until

a stare from him stopped her. He ran his finger into her cheeks, along her teeth, even pinching her tongue with two fingers, yanking it harshly out of her mouth. Three fingers entered her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around his large fingers, shoving deep inside, his other hand on the back of her head, preventing her from moving away. His finger tasted foul as it pushed into her mouth, running around inside her mouth. She couldn’t do anything except keep her mouth open, his demanding stare warning enough of the futility of denying him. “UUUGG,” she gagged as the three fingers tore at the corners of her mouth, his fingers shoving her tongue to the bottom of her mouth as they pushed so deep into her mouth that she choked and gagged on the foul fingers. She panicked as they sought to enter her throat, Father Michael’s other hand on the back of her head holding her pinned between them. “GGGHH,” choking as her stomach turned, the fingers feeling as if they were trying to enter her stomach. Father Michael pulled his fingers from her mouth, drool running down her chin, her cheeks covered with her tears. “She has excellent gag reflexes. She should bring much enjoyment.” He smiled, the other men loving to shove their cocks deep into the throats of the girls, the girls not having a choice as their wives did. He stood in front of her, staring straight into her eyes. “Don’t move!” His voice was demanding. He saw her eyes follow his fingers as they started at the top of the robe, slowly unbuttoning the buttons one at a time, making sure that his fingers touched the naked skin revealed beneath each button, wanting her to realize fully what he was doing to her. He looked down when her white cleavage began to show, remembering her lovely naked breasts, his cock excited at the thought of baring them naked to the men. He stopped half way down, a generous show of her cleavage, just a hint of her nipples on the other side of the edge of the robe. He let his finger trace up and down the silky smooth flesh, watching as tiny goose bumps appeared on her naked flesh. Four more buttons and he stopped at her waist, pushing the robe to the sides without fully revealing her naked breasts, always loving to tease the men first. “Such a lovely girl. No wonder the Devil took her. He lusts after virgin flesh.” He stood to the side, letting the chorus of oohhs ring out in the room as they all stared lustily at her naked flesh. It was much more embarrassing than yesterday. It was a slow strip in front of strangers, Father Michaels touch sending nervous tremors through her body, Sloane fearing what he was going to do once she was completely naked. She looked down, her naked bosom heaving up and down, ashamed as the men stared at her. Her fists were clenched tightly at her side as Father Michael moved behind her. She felt him push up against her, the unmistakable hardness pushed into her butt scaring her. A priest shouldn’t have such lust in his loins and that scared her. He leaned over her, gazing down into the naked expanse of the robe. “Hold still,” he whispered into her ear, his hands touching her shoulders, sliding the rough robe down off of them, holding them for a second before he slid them slowly down her arms. Her body was frozen as the robe slipped off of her, sliding down until it hung at her waist. Her nipples sprung to attention when the rough material ran harshly over them, the cold air bringing them to life. She looked down, ashamed at how they

stood out so predominately as if beckoning to the men. The robe clung to her hips, her upper body now naked, the men staring at her, some with their tongues out in lust. She felt the cold hands of Father Michael slip around her waist and cup each of her breasts, offering them up as a sacrifice to the men staring at her. “Such a lovely pair of tits,” he proudly exclaimed. “Large nipples built to be suckled. And such a generous cleavage. It would serve well to cradle hot flesh.” It didn’t matter any longer if she knew what he was offering the men, she would soon be taught to submit to the perversities. All of the Priests were older men, not having young girls willingly available to submit to them any longer. Father Michael provided the girls, but for a price. A price they would easily pay to submit the girls to perform the perversities that only their twisted minds could fathom. He tweaked her nipples with his fingers, snapping at them while her body shook in pain each time his fingernail snapped the pink tip harshly. They got bigger with each snap and gasp from her lips. Her nipples ached, his fingers punishing them, her body struggling to maintain the position. “EEEEGGG,” she moaned in pain, Father Michael pinching each nipple in his powerful fingers, twisting and turning the crushed flesh. The pain shot through her breasts as he manhandled her. She was relieved when he moved his hands away, but they slid down to her hips, Sloane knowing that the robe would be stripped completely from her body now. He ground his cock into her ass, moving it side to side, enjoying the way she tried to pull away from him. His hands moved down to her hips, yanking her back onto his cock, enjoying the luxurious feeling of her ass cheeks against him. It reminded him of Mary last night, his cock snuggled tightly into her asshole; her cheeks pressed up against him as he fucked his cock so deep inside her that he thought he tore her. Luckily the drugs made her muscles relaxed enough, her asshole still serviceable for the other men. He slid the robe off of her hips, hearing the buttons tearing as he grew impatient, his cock too hard, needing relief soon. He bent down to pull the robe off of her feet, blowing on her ass, feeling her shiver as she realized how she must look. He stood back up, enjoying the sight of her lovely ass, her pert cheeks pushed out. He turned her around so he could see her. “A lovely bush that will soon be shorn of all hair.” He rubbed her stomach, his other hand on her ass cheeks, holding her into position as she tried to escape his fondling hand. He reached down, gripping a clump of hair on her bush and yanked up harshly, her eyes tearing as the hairs were painfully pulling out one hair at a time, seeing her stand on her toes to stop the biting pain. He released her bush; her feet back down on the ground. His hands were ruthless, holding her as he fondled her unmercifully, his hand unexpectedly grabbing her bush as he sought to tear out her hair with his hands. She bit her lip as she sought to stifle the scream in her throat, the pain in her loins unbelievable. He finally released her bush, her feet slumping to the ground. She stood naked in front of the men, her thighs clenched tightly together as she tried to hide her sex from them. Father Michael spun her around, one of the other Priests already bringing the raised stage behind them. “Step up on it Sloane.” He helped her up almost gentlemanly as he gazed lustily at the lovely pert cheeks almost pushed into his face as she stood up on the raised stage, the base about two feet higher than the

rest of the stage. “Turn around,” he ordered her, making her face the men again. “Now I want you to push your arms straight out in front of you. Palms up.” He watched as she did what he ordered. “Very good. Now I want you to crouch down, knees straight in front of you. All the way down,” his hands on her shoulders pushing her down until her legs were almost pushed against her naked ass cheeks. Her arms were already tiring from being out straight in the air. She crouched down, anything was better than standing up straight, at least her body would be somewhat shielded from their prying eyes. Her legs and thighs were clenched tightly together. Father Michael stood just to the right of her, staring down at her before he bent over. He moved close to her, one hand moving down to sit on top of her naked knee. “Now open your legs to the sides Sloane. Real wide until I tell you to stop.” He saw the shame in her eyes instantly. No, she couldn’t do it. Her sex would be exposed intimately to all of the men. “Please,” she begged, but she could see in his eyes that it would do no good. “I can’t do that. Please!” “Would you rather I bring up Mary and have her do it?” He pointed to Mary in the chair in front of the stage. One of the Priests was unbuttoning her robe, pulling it back until her body was naked, another Priest behind her pulling her arms behind her back as she struggled with them. “No! I’ll do it.” She spread her knees wide, Father Michael’s hand on one knee urging it wider until she was spread obscenely. “What a lovely virgin mound.” “You can see her pink insides” “Is she wet? Is that her juices glistening in the light?” “Please. My arms are tiring. Can I put them down?” She didn’t think she could last much longer. “Lace them behind your neck and bow out your elbows to the sides.” He commanded her in a loud voice. “Good girl. Now stick your chest out. You have lovely tits.” Her breasts were almost obscenely exposed, her back arched until the hard tips pointed out almost up in the air. “Hold perfectly still while I inspect you.” His hand slid up the inside of her thigh, moving close to her sex. Would he touch her there? All eyes were between her legs, none even looking at her face any longer. Not even her breasts could entice them any longer. His hands felt clammy as they touched her intimately. She felt his fingers gripping her labia, harsh fingers pinching the delicate flesh, yanking it back harshly, the bright light shining directly into her virgin insides, Sloane’s face red in shame. “Look how pink she is. A virgin for sure.” He yanked her lip back farther until he felt it resist. His other hand slid between her legs, finding the dark forbidden hole revealed by the wide spread of her legs. She jumped when his finger touched the tight hole, rimming the dark hole with his finger. She might be protesting, but her pussy didn’t fail to lubricate her sex. She would be a good fuck, a hot, wet hole waiting for the lucky man. She had never been touched by a man before, his finger trying to enter her virgin hole, the insistent pressure making her bounce back and forth on the balls of her feet. His finger strummed her like a guitar, running up and down her slit,

pushing aside her lips to touch her so intimately. But it was the strange feelings that his finger had on her vagina, pushing as she strained with her muscles to keep him from breaching her virgin hole. She could feel the wetness between her legs, not understanding what he was doing to her, almost afraid of her own body’s reaction to the rude fondling of her flesh. Suddenly she was impaled, gasping out in pain as his thick finger entered her virgin hole. “NNNOOO!” She tried to stand up but another’s hands pushed down on her shoulders, keeping her pinned in the crouched position. “So hot and tight,” Father Michael cooed in lust, his finger gripped by her muscles as he pushed in deeper until he banged against her hymen. “And a virgin for sure,” he proudly exclaimed. “Hot and tight for the man that desires her. But all must pay a price.” He skewered her on his finger, twisting and turning it inside her, enjoying the anguished look on her face as she was touched intimately for the first time. He pulled his finger from her, moving his hand to the top of her slit. He pushed his fingers to the sides of her clit, squeezing together, watching as her pleasure button puffed out. It was huge for a clit, red and swollen, his fingers driving unmistakable pleasure between her legs in spite of herself. “She will prove to be very amorous. Look at the size of her clit. Red and pulsating, waiting for the pleasure it deserves.” The finger pushed inside her, moving around like a snake, touching places so intimately as if he were a lover instead of a Priest. She had never felt such feeling that raced through her body, trying to fight the urges that raced to her head. Maybe he was right; the Devil did control her body, the lust almost overpowering her senses. She was relieved when he pulled his fingers from her, but they didn’t stop, touching her clit as only she had done before. She felt a rush of juices between her legs as his fingers pushed it out, a fingernail snapping back and forth over it sending a masochistic shiver through her body. Please don’t make me cum in front of them, she prayed to herself, trying to drive the pleasurable thrills racing through her body. She was relieved when he stopped, hoping it was over. “Hold her tight. She may buck.” The Priest held her shoulders tightly as Father Michael slid a finger between her legs, picking up the abundant juices between her lips, surprised that she was so wet that even a small puddle of her crème was beneath her. She finally realized his destination as his finger slid over her perineum, her body tightening. He felt her heat as his finger touched the tiny hole nestled deep between her cheeks, his finger exciting spasms in the virgin hole. His finger was drenched with her juices so even though she clenched her cheeks, the wide spread of her legs allowed little resistance as his wet finger slid inside her so swiftly that it didn’t stop until it met the resistance of her rectum, her muscles clenching tightly to push out the invading digit. She shook back and forth as she was suddenly impaled on the finger. And in her backside, her face red in humiliation as Father Michael shoved his finger inside her rectum. How disgusting, touching her in a hole not destined to be entered, Sloane never even contemplating such a despicable act. Yet there was the unmistakable finger that moved inside her backside like a tiny animal, nibbling at her insides, hands on her shoulders keeping her subdued. The finger twisted inside her.

“A hot, tight passage. It will be a delight to visit with a powerful tool. Her clenching will bring such pleasure to the one lucky enough to conquer her.” He twisted his finger before pulling it out. He pushed it into her mouth. “Lick it clean,” he threatened her. It burned as it moved around inside her, relieved when she felt it empty. She couldn’t stop him as she found his finger in her mouth again, this time the soiled finger bathing her taste buds with the foul taste of her backside. She had no choice but to lick it clean, the finger sitting quietly inside her mouth until she performed that disgusting task. Finally he pulled it out, her lips still covered in the foul taste. “You’ll soon learn to take anything in your mouth,” he laughed as he said it. It was time to teach her to service his cock with her mouth. His and the others in the chairs that sat patiently, their hard cocks throbbing at the thought of her innocent mouth servicing their lust. He stood up, his commanding presence overpowering her naked body kneeling submissively before him. He lifted up her chin until she was looking into his eyes. She saw the evil in his eyes, seeing Mary cowering in the chair, the other Priests touching her naked breasts as she struggled in the grasp of one of the men, tears in her eyes. What did he want of her now? “Do you want the other Priests to leave your sister alone? She has a lovely body, I’m sure they would love to probe it with their hands.” “No, leave her alone. I will do what you want of me.” She was afraid of what she was getting herself into, but she knew that she had to do something; Mary would not survive the harsh treatment. “Leave her alone,” he ordered the other Priests. Mary pulled the robe around her, sinking into the chair away from the men. “Sloane has agreed to submit to me. And to the rest of you. You will all have your turn with this lovely girl.” He turned back to Sloane, his hand under her chin, lifting it up high, shuffling forward until he was inches from her. “Do you know what I want from you child?” She was afraid to answer, knowing it was something perverse, his probing of her naked body already humiliating, the thought of submitting to all of the men too obscene to even consider. “No Father Michael.” His hands slid down to the front of his robe, pulling it open, naked beneath it. His hand slid down to grab his cock, pointing it in her face. She looked away. Father Michael was naked beneath his robe. She shut her eyes, his presence still felt as she tried to block the image of his penis from her mind. His hand returned, lifting her chin up, Sloane fighting his hand. “Lift your head up Sloane.” She finally relented, her mouth only inches from his cock, his member jumping at her hot breath as it blew on it. He smiled as he looked at her face; her lips clenched tight, her eyes shut. “Open your eyes Sloane. See my holy shaft.” She opened her eyes, resigned to the fact that she would have to endure it. It was inches from her and it was huge. It was as big as a baby’s arm, his hand holding it out in front of her. One eye seemed to stare at her, the thick head a dark red. Large veins ran up the side of the thick shaft, a hairy bag hung down

between his legs. She couldn’t imagine anything so ugly. What did he want her to do? “Tie her hands behind her.” The men quickly obeyed him, Sloane finding her wrists bound tight behind her back before she even could comprehend what he asked. It was as if the men had already known what he was going to order, the rope that held her bound coming out of nowhere to secure her tight. His hand was on her chin again, her mouth only inches from his throbbing member. NO! It couldn’t be that. That was disgusting. Not in her mouth with it. He could see it in her eyes; she finally understood what would be required of her. “Either you will perform or your lovely sister. What will it be?” He moved closer, his hand rubbing the head of his cock over her face as her lips tightened. His cock jerked in pleasure as it rubbed on her silky skin, moving to run over her lips. He pumped his cock until a drop of cum dripped from the head, sliding it over her lips until they shined in the light of the torches. It felt like a hot iron touching her, rubbing over her face. She clenched her lips tight when she felt it touch her lips, refusing to allow the filthy member in her mouth. No, she couldn’t do such a thing. She could feel it dripping a thick fluid on her lips, afraid it would enter her mouth if she opened her lips. She would need a bit of persuasion, in spite of threatening her sister. He reached down with his other hand, two fingers squeezing her nose, blocking her from breathing. She would only have one chance to take in the precious air that she would soon be gasping and that would be through her mouth, an ideal time to breach it with his cock. He held her chin tight with his other hand, waiting patiently for her surrender. She began to panic, unable to breathe, his fingers holding her nose shut tightly. She tried to shake her head, but his other hand held her secure. Her lungs began to burn as she struggled, her head growing dizzy by the long seconds that left her without any of the precious air. It was growing darker, her head dizzy as she struggled in a panic. “PPPFFF,” she opened her mouth, sucking in the precious air, her lungs quickly filling. She felt a finger in the corner of her mouth, too late to stop, feeling a rubbery flesh shoved between her precious lips. The taste assailed her taste buds, the foul taste filling her mouth. And there was the unmistakable salty taste that she didn’t understand. But she did understand what was in her mouth, her lips pushed back tightly to take the thick shaft. His hand held her tight, Sloane realizing that she could not spit out his penis, afraid of what she would have to do next. He pushed his finger into the corner of her mouth, keeping her lips open as he pushed with his hips, his finger pushing down on his cock until it entered her mouth. He almost came from her hot breath, his cock leaking cum from the head. She would soon learn to love the taste of cum. “Yes Sloane. A very lovely mouth.” He fought to keep his cock still in her mouth, enjoying her discomfort. “Make sure you don’t scratch my cock with your teeth.” He gave her a demanding look. “Or your sister will be punished.” He felt her lips pull back as she instinctively shielded her teeth with her lips. He saw the panic in her eyes. “Relax Sloane. I will teach you.” It was not what she wanted to hear, but he knew she would submit.

She had no choice, her mouth already breached by his member. A cock he called it. It sounded so evil. It almost felt as if it were getting larger in her mouth, her lips straining to contain it. She dreaded when he would finish, hoping he would take it out, sure that she would choke to death if it sprayed in her mouth. What was he going to teach her? Mary couldn’t help but looking, seeing Father Michael naked before her sister. Now she had his instrument in her mouth, afraid that they would make her do the same. It was disgusting to take such a filthy instrument in her mouth, sure that she would choke to death. She slid lower in the chair; at least the other Priests were so interested in what was happening to Sloane that they left her alone. Father Michael began to slide his hips back and forth gently, letting her get used to taking his throbbing cock in her mouth. He held her head tight, Sloane forced to become a receptacle for his lust. He had the head inside her mouth, pausing for a second. “Run your tongue over it Sloane. Or else!” He moaned as she obeyed, her tongue running reluctantly over the head. Her tongue slapped at it then retreated, coming back again to bathe it. It felt like it burned her tongue when she touched it. She didn’t expect it to be that hot, pulling her tongue back as if it was burned by fire. She let her tongue return, this time the unmistakable salty taste returning. She gagged when she felt a thick crème on her tongue. Was that his seed? She was disgusted by the act he was making her perform, embarrassed to be kneeling before all of the men, Father Michael’s weapon inside her mouth. But she had no choice, continuing the degrading task, her tongue slowly moving over the thick member, fearing Father Michael when his hips began to move again. Her tongue licked the shaft, feeling the thick veins as she lapped at it, the shaft now entering her mouth, the thick head shoving deeper into her mouth. His hands on her head hurt, pushing in, squeezing her head tight as he motioned her head up and down as he made her meet his driving hips. She didn’t know how long she could last, her lips aching as they stretched around the thick flesh, her tongue already tiring from the constant lapping. Her mouth was so hot and tight, her innocent eyes looking up at him, pleading with him as he stroked his cock in and out. He held her tight, wanting her to feel the power he had over her. “Yes Sloane. You are doing a very good job. I can drive the devil from your body with my sword.” He begin to drive his cock deeper into her mouth, his hands holding her head tighter, knowing that she would begin to fight once he began to shove his cock inside her throat. It was the fight that he enjoyed. That and the choking and gagging. It felt as if it was getting bigger, the thick head banging against the side of her cheek, pushing it out as he stroked harder. She could feel it jerking deep in her mouth, scared of what he might do, his hands holding her head tighter. “MMMGGG,” her tongue pushed to the bottom of her mouth by his powerful weapon, feeling it sliding to the back of her mouth, banging against the opening of her throat. She shook her head side to side, as he pushed deeper, Sloane panicking as it sought the depths of her mouth. “GGGGGH,” the bulbous head of his cock filling the opening to her throat, sucking air through her nose, accidentally sucking his cock deeper into her mouth as she did.

He couldn’t wait any longer, pushing with his hips powerfully, his hand holding her head firmly. It felt as if he were pushing his cock through a wall, straining as he fought her throat muscles. “EEEEEHH,” he grunted, his cock finally winning, pushing into the soft depths of her throat. She struggled, her eyes opening wide in terror as he firmly planted his cock in her virgin throat. It felt as if it was in a vice, her muscles clenching uncontrollably on his pulsating cock. It was like her throat was a tight glove enveloping his cock with her supple flesh. She couldn’t breathe, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose. It felt like a snake climbing down into her stomach, jerking back and forth inside her, Father Michael’s powerful hands holding her in position. How could it get bigger? It felt as if it were growing inside her throat, Sloane afraid it would burst her open. She couldn’t do anything but submit, her throat burning as the thick flesh filled her so completely. Her stomach turned as she gagged on the hard sword, swallowing more of his flesh as her muscles fought to push it out. Each time she gagged, her throat would open up, Father Michael taking advantage of it to push his cock deeper into her mouth. Over three quarters of his massive sword was inside her lips, Sloane stunned that so much could be pushed into her throat and she was still alive. As much as he hated to, he pulled his cock slowly from her throat, enjoying the way her throat clung to it as it slid out. It popped out of her throat nosily, Sloane opening her mouth wide as she sought to breathe in deeply. Her tongue even began to run over the head of his cock, sure that she finally figured it was better to please him than fight him. Her lungs filled with the precious air, her throat sore as his cock left it empty. She sucked his sword, anything to stop him from driving his weapon into her throat again. Maybe if it felt good, he would be content to her mouth. Her mouth quickly filled with the salty taste, his weapon leaking, the thick crème feeling as if there were lumps in her mouth. She tried to put it out of her mind, not wanting to dwell on the thought of what would happen when he emptied his seed, afraid of it filling her mouth. He was jerking her mouth up and down on his weapon, her lips tight around the thick shaft, her tongue continually moving to lap at it. It seemed to go on forever, her tongue aching but afraid of stopping. He wouldn’t last much longer, her hot, tight mouth bringing too much pleasure. He shoved one last time into her throat, feeling her body tense up, her throat forced open by the quick shove of his hips, the head of his cock breaching her throat. The spasms of her muscles as he shoved inside her massaged his cock, her first gag opening her throat wider, his cock head pushing deeper than last time, feeling as if he would drive it into her stomach. She didn’t even fight as much as last time, tears from her eyes only exciting him more as he enjoyed the pleasure of her mouth and throat. He jerked her throat back and forth on the head of his cock, seeing the bulge in her neck as he plugged her. His balls began to tingle, slipping his cock from her throat quickly, wanting to cum in her mouth. “Lap at the head of my sword with your tongue. Please me and I will give you my seed to sweep away the Devil.” She sucked in the precious air again, her tongue racing to slap back and forth over the head of his weapon. She braced herself for his seed, but she

couldn’t even fathom what happened. All of a sudden hot fluid raced from the head of his sword, blasting her tongue as if scalded by water. It was so thick and salty, her cheeks bulging out as she sought to contain the fluid in her mouth, her face showing the foul taste of his seed. “Swallow my seed. If you lose any it will be your sister that will learn next.” The pleasure raced up his spine as his balls unleashed another load of cum to shoot up the shaft of his cock into her waiting mouth. Her tongue lashed at his cock as it burst out, filling her with his cum. He could see the anguished look on her face as she sought to swallow his cum, her mouth filled again and again as he came in her virgin mouth. His cock finally began to grow limp, his balls emptied, satisfied. It even shot up her nose, fighting to keep from choking as she sought to continually swallow the thick paste. It just seemed to drip down into her stomach, his sword continuing to blast the hot fluid onto her waiting tongue. He jerked her head back and forth as he sprayed the inside of her mouth for what seemed like long minutes. Finally she felt his weapon grow limp in her mouth, dragging out over her lips, leaving a trail of his foul crème on her lips as he did. At last it was over, her head hanging down, spitting out the thick crème that remained in her mouth. Relieved that she wouldn’t have to do it again, his weapon no longer the formidable member that it was. She looked up, shocked at what she saw. They stood in a line, naked, their hands stroking their hard cocks as they waited their turn. Six of them, the first already lifting up Sloane’s chin, her mouth only inches from his cock. His voice rang out in the room. “Suck my sword as you did Father Michael’s. Do a good job or I will visit it upon your sister.” Resigned, Sloane opened her mouth, finding it quickly filled with hard, hot flesh, hands holding her head again, jerking her back and forth over the sword. She bathed his flesh with her tongue, hoping to please him and get it over, afraid as she saw the line behind him waiting for her. How would she ever swallow all that seed? She didn’t have time to think, the other Priest shoving his sword down into her throat unceremoniously, Sloane again fighting for the precious air. Exhausted she was led back to her cell, Mary no where in sight when the last Priest finished with Sloane. She curled up in a ball on the bed, falling into a sleep, woken by any sound, the images of the thick flesh in her mouth brought back by the lingering salty taste in her mouth.

Chapter 4 Forced to Teach In the morning she was allowed to bathe, glad at least to get rid of the taste in her mouth, an ever present Priest always looking at her naked body in lust, Sloane feeling the shame as her privacy was taken from her. Once clean, she was led back to the same room, Sloane fearing what would happen next. She was glad to see Mary sitting in the front seat, the other Priests sitting in front of Father Michael. He motioned her up onto the stage. “Take off your robe,” he ordered her, Sloane not hesitating, seeing the evil glint in his eyes knowing that Mary would suffer for her insolence. She was inspected intimately before the men again, Father Michael probing her body with his fingers again, the worst part when his dry finger slipped up her backside, digging around inside painfully as she crouched on the stage. She was forced to kneel before him, this time bondage not required, Father Michael slipping off his robe to reveal his erect weapon. She knew what was required of her, her tongue licking the head of his shaft, his hand on her head guiding her movements. She felt her head tilted up, her mouth opening as his hips shove the thick flesh between her lips. She tightened down on the hot shaft as Father Michael began the ritualistic motion of his hips; her mouth used as his weapon plunged in and out. She didn’t even move her hands when he slipped his weapon down her throat, choking, her hands clenched into fists at her side as she endured the brutal thrust of his member in her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks as he used her throat to pleasure himself, finally pulling out in time to make her take his seed in her mouth, Sloane swallowing as fast as she could to take the overabundant fluid down into her stomach. When he finally pulled away she was not surprised to see the line of naked Priests, resigned to fulfilling their perverted desires in her mouth. It seemed like hours as they pumped their swords in her mouth and throat, her tongue growing tired of bathing the hard flesh, her stomach gurgling from the massive amount of seed she swallowed. It went on this way for a week, each day the morning ritual of sucking their swords, Mary watching intently as Sloane performed. On this day it was different, Mary was on the stage next to Father Michael, his hand around her shoulder drawing her close to him. You could see the fear in her eyes. “Come over here Sloane. It is time you taught your sister to service our swords. She needs to have the Devil purged from her body and our seed can make her pure.” He stroked Mary’s face, his hands enjoying the silky skin of her cheeks and the nervous tremors that ran through her body. She kneeled before him, her eyes looking at him pleading. “Let me do it Father Michael.” She didn’t want to subject Mary to the despicable act that they had forced her to perform each day. She could barely stand it, almost going crazy each morning as she waited for them to take her before the men, knowing that she would have to take their flesh in her mouth and throat until her stomach was filled with their seed.

“Please Father Michael. Don’t make me do that!” Mary began to panic. She saw what they did to Sloane each day and the anguish in her face as she suffered their brutal attack on her mouth. Selfish, she didn’t want to perform the same daily ritual in spite of the fact that Sloane would have to. He stroked her face as he lifted her chin up to stare at his face. “It is time we cleansed the Devil from your body. Now both of you kneel before me.” He pushed Mary on her shoulders until she sank to her knees. Sloane willingly complied, learning quickly the futility of defying them. Father Michael knew that Mary would soon try to defy him. They all tried, a whipping would quickly extinguish any attempt of defiance. He proudly opened his robe, his hard cock jerking to attention as he saw their lovely mouths so close. “Instruct your sister on servicing my sword with her mouth. Do a good job or you will be whipped.” He enjoyed the look on her face when he mentioned whipping, the girls not yet subject to punishment. But that would soon be remedied. “I’m sorry Mary. Just do as I say.” She whispered into her ear. “They will whip us if you don’t obey.” Father Michael had slipped the robe off, standing naked in front of the kneeling girls. “Put your hands at your side and do not move them. No matter what.” Sloane reached out and touched Father Michael’s weapon, the hard flesh jerking as soon as she touched it. She felt him move closer, only inches from Mary’s face. “Look up,” she ordered Mary, resigned to the task of teaching her little sister this perverse act. She began to rub Father Michael’s weapon all over Mary’s face, holding it tight as it jerked in pleasure as it touched her silky skin. “Hold still,” adamant in her tone as Mary jerked away from the touch of the hot flesh on her face. She rubbed his sword again on Mary’s cheek, moving down as she didn’t flinch this time, trailing the head of his weapon over Mary’s innocent mouth. It jerked when Mary breathed on it, letting the bulbous head run around her clenched lips. “Loosen your lips. Let him have his way with your mouth.” She knew that Father Michael would grow impatient. Her lips parted reluctantly, Sloane shoving the head of his sword into Mary’s waiting mouth, letting it slip just inside her lips, running over the wet lips. It was so much bigger close up, Mary shivering in fear of having to take Father Michael’s large sword in her mouth. She flinched when it touched her, not expecting it to be so hot and alive. Sloane was relentless, returning with his weapon, Mary feeling the sticky fluid trail along her cheek as it rubbed over her skin. She tried to stop it from entering her mouth, knowing that once inside she couldn’t stop it from going deep inside her throat, seeing Sloane choking and gagging as they forced her to take it in her throat. She knew it would be painful. She reluctantly opened her lips, Sloane forcing Father Michael’s flesh into her mouth, feeling for the first time the sex organ of a man inside her. It jerked and shuddered as her lips touched it, her tongue darting out of her mouth reflexively, yanking back as it touched the tip by accident. The strange salty taste filled her mouth. Is that what his seed would taste like? Sloane felt Father Michael’s sword slip through her hands, his hips driving it into Mary’s waiting mouth. She tried to slow it up, her hands gripping it tighter but he was insistent, her hot breath inciting his lust. She could only watch as Mary’s lips spread wide, his flesh opening her mouth as it slid in. Mary began to panic, but Father Michael’s hands were already on her head, keeping her pinned

as his lance pierced her innocent lips. She could only grip it tight, hoping to delay the sharp drive of his hips. “Use your tongue on his sword Mary. Bathe it with your spit.” Father Michael couldn’t wait any longer, Mary’s hot breath and the touch of her tongue on his cock exciting him. He felt the sudden touch of her tongue lapping at the head of his cock, fighting the urge to instantly cum in her mouth. “Cup my balls gently Sloane.” He began to fuck Mary’s mouth, seeing her eyes open wide in terror as her mouth began to fill with his flesh. He yanked her head in a circle, the head of his cock rubbing on the inside of her cheeks as her tongue continued to lavish his cock with attention. He began to stroke it in and out, enjoying the way her lips tightened on it, her mouth sucking it deeper into her mouth. She was even better than Sloane, eager to please. It was growing in her mouth, Mary not able to believe that it could get any bigger. But it did, her lips stretching as she felt it slip deeper into her mouth, Father Michael jerking her head up and down on his sword. She didn’t feel Sloane’s hands on her anymore, just Father Michael guiding her head. His sword kept pushing to the back of her mouth, Mary’s body tightening as she braced herself for the inevitable time he would try to shove it down her throat. She let her tongue race around the thick shaft in her mouth, hoping to please him and stop him from entering her throat. She could feel all the bumps and ridges on the thick flesh, feeling it jerk inside her mouth, his salty fluid leaking to mix with her spit, permeating to all corners of her mouth. He was ruthless with his hands, jerking her up and down on his shaft as if she were a doll, her mouth used only for his pleasure. His cock almost bent in two when the head of his cock bashed into the back of her mouth, her throat tiny, his cockhead large. He was not to be denied the pleasure of her throat, fucking her head up and down, each time his cock battering at the entrance to her throat. He felt her body shudder each time, finally giving his hips a sharp thrust that sent the head of his cock into the breach of her throat. He enjoyed the way her eyes opened wide in terror as his monster slid inside her throat. She was continually choking as Father Michael tried to shove his weapon into her defenseless throat. His hands hurt as he held her head too tight, driving her up and down on his sword. Her stomach turned inside out, gagging as he used her ruthlessly, Mary suffering under his driving flesh. Her throat opened unexpectedly, Mary gagging as she felt the thick flesh breaching her throat for the first time, feeling like a small animal nibbling at her insides. She couldn’t stop him, his hands too powerful, his sword too demanding as it slid down her throat, burning as it forced her throat muscles into submission. She panicked when she couldn’t breathe. “Through your nose Mary. Breathe through your nose.” Sloane knew what it was like the first time, your throat blocked, unable to breathe. She could see the tears in Mary’s eyes as she suffered the painful choking and gagging his thick member forced upon her. She couldn’t do anything to save her, Father Michael’s lust taking over. He began to fuck Mary’s mouth, taking long deep strokes that drove his cock into her throat, fighting her muscles as he strove to shove it deep inside her.

He jerked her back and forth over his cock, Sloane gently squeezing his balls as he felt the unmistakable tingle of pleasure rushing over his body. “Such a good girl Mary. Swallow my seed; purge the Devil from your soul.” He bellowed loudly as he shoved his cock down into her throat, the first spasm of pleasure racing through his body. He pulled his cock until her lips gripped it tightly, her tongue dancing over the end of it. He felt the first burst of cum catch her off guard, bathing her tongue with his hot seed. She was grateful that he pulled his sword from her throat, but she was unprepared for what happened next. She found her mouth filled to overflow with hot fluids, the salty, pasty fluid filling every corner of her mouth with the foul taste. It blasted her tongue unexpectedly, shooting out with such tremendous force that part of it shot down her throat, making her choke as it went down the wrong path. She didn’t have time to recover before another load of cum filled her mouth, forced to swallow it or choke to death. It slid down into her stomach slowly, the thick crème sitting heavily in her stomach. Her head was jerked back and forth as Father Michael continued to unleash his seed into her mouth, Mary’s throat swallowing continuously. All of a sudden she felt his sword get soft and limp in her mouth, easily able to spit it out, Father Michael not protesting. It left a trail of his crème on her lips, her mouth filled with the foul tasting fluid. He lifted her head up, her lips glistening with his cum, leaking down her chin. “Very good Mary. As good as your sister.” He stood out of the way, the other Priests lined up already, eager to test Mary’s abilities. “The others Mary. You have to do the others too.” Sloane guided the next Priests weapon into her mouth, Mary reluctantly opening wide. She watched as Mary’s lips closed over the shaft, the Priest eager to pleasure himself into her mouth. Mary suffered under the next six Priests, Sloane encouraging her to perform when she grew tired, her stomach gurgling as it felt as if she had swallowed gallons of their seed. Finally the last had finished with her, Sloane helping her up, her mouth filled with the foul taste of their seed. “Tomorrow we will enjoy both of you. You will each use your mouth for our pleasure.” He watched as they led the girls off to their cells to await another day. For the next week, the Priests used both of them, making them kneel side by side, the Priest’s cocks shoved back and forth between their mouths, each one cringing at the thought of the Priest cumming, each one not knowing until the last minute which would receive the thick crème. At least they would only have to swallow half of them.

Chapter 5 Whipped for Their Pleasure Father Michael sat in the chair as if he were a King with Samuel coming to pay homage to him. “I was wondering if you have anything new for me?” Samuel was a benefactor of Father Michael, providing large sums of money to do his work. But he expected something in return, the purpose of his visit today. His wife wasn’t very accommodating to him sexually. They had two children, already grown up and she had long given up providing him with the sexual relief he required. And he did love the younger girls. Virgins preferably. Father Michael put the bag of gold to the side, not wanting to look so greedy. “I have just the girl for you. A lovely pair of sisters was brought to me a few weeks ago. The Devil had possessed them and their parents gave them to me to rid their bodies of the evil possession. They have proven very adept at using their mouths to receive our precious seed. But both of them are still intact, front and back. I can let you have the older one, Sloane. She’s twenty one and is very cooperative if you threaten her sister Mary. Not that you would need to do that. If I remember correctly, you love to use the whip to inspire them.” Samuel’s cock throbbed at the thought of the young girl strung up naked for him. The screams would bring such pleasure to him as he wielded the whip over her naked body, making sure that it touched her most intimate parts. She would soon beg him to take her innocence. He would enjoy taking her harshly, the brutal act etched in her mind forever. “Yes, that is correct. And I have a fine new leather riding crop that would inspire her to the most perverted tasks.” “I will have her prepared for you. Sit down and have a drink.” One of the girls rushed into the room, balancing two steins of ale on her tray. She was naked from the waist up, a fine pair of tits so proudly displayed. Father Michael motioned to one of the Priests. “Prepare Sloane in her cell. String her up by her hands and legs. Make sure she is spread wide for Samuel. And naked as the day she was born.” Samuel ran his hand over the pert breasts of the girl with the ale, her body frozen as she allowed his fondling, her hands gripping the tray tightly as she stood still. He tugged on her nipples, finding them growing hard at the rough treatment in spite of her obvious disgust at the rude fondling. “The girls train quite well, don’t they?” He pinched her nipple hard, her lips clenched tight as she tried to contain the gasp of pain. “By the time they are ready to leave, any girl will fall at the feet of a man and take out his cock and suck it vigorously until she makes him cum in her mouth. They prove to be very docile creatures and sexually responsive.” Father Michael picked up his stein of ale in a toast. “To lovely docile girls.” “Yes.” Samuel tapped his stein against the other. He smiled at the girl, his hand rubbing sensuously over her ass as she stood there. “Nice ass,” he whispered to her. She blushed in shame, but stood her ground, letting him fondle her. Sloane jumped up from the bed when she heard the footsteps coming closer and closer, the clanging of the key in the door signaling that someone was

visiting her cell. That was not a good sign. She had already performed in the daily ritual of inspection with Mary before Father Michael, both of them stripped naked and their most intimate body parts probed by his thick fingers. Lastly they were forced to their knees, each of them forced to suck the seed of the Priests until all of them had lusted in their mouths. What did they want of her now? She was scared. The Priest opened the door, seeing the frightened girl out of her bed already. She was dressed in the drab robe, her lovely body clearly visible beneath the threadbare garment. “NOO!” She screamed out when she saw the rope in his hand. He was on her instantly, trapping her against the bed, turning her around until he could bend her in two over the bed, his body pressed up against her. She heard the tearing before she even felt it, the thin robe yanked from her body until it lay in a puddle at her feet. His big hands were all over her naked body, bending her arms behind her back until she complied, his strength overpowering. She struggled until she grew weary, her arms aching. She felt him slap her on her ass, the stinging registering in her brain. “Behave and it will go easier,” he warned her. He tugged her over to the spot he wanted, a large beam strung across the ceiling providing an infinite number of positions to bind someone. He slapped her ass hard, her body jerking, a gasp of pain coming out her mouth. He yanked one arm up, tying the thick, rough rope around her slim wrist, a look of terror in her eyes. He threw the rope over the beam, grabbing the other end before she could even respond. He pulled the end of the rope, yanking her arm up higher and higher. He tied it loosely to the side post, wanting to get her other arm tied first. He gripped her other wrist, the rope cutting deep into her wrist. He pulled the rope up over the beam and pulled her other arm up. They had never tied her before, forcing her under threats to perform their perverse demands. What did they intend to do to her that would be so evil to have to tie her up? It hurt when the rope dug into her flesh, the Priest rough with her. She panicked when her arms were pulled over her head but it was already too late. She felt the Priest’s fingers touching her nipples, his rough fingers pinching them harshly, Sloane unable to protest. He liked the way her lovely tits stood out, his fingers gripping her pink nipples, unable to contain himself. Maybe after Samuel had his way with her, he would be allowed between her lovely thighs. Even when she would no longer be a virgin, she would still be hot and tight. “Samuel is going to love these,” yanking her breasts up by her nipples until the pink tips were stretched over two inches, Sloane’s lips tightly clasped in pain. He released them, going to the ropes and yanking them until her arms were pulled straight up as far as they could go. Her feet were barely able to touch the ground. “I love the way your tits sit high on your chest.” He slapped one of her breasts, watching it jiggle back and forth under his powerful hand. Her shoulders were already aching, the ropes digging into her wrists as the Priest pulled her arms up until she thought they would pull from the sockets. “AAAWWW,” she screamed, unable to comprehend that anyone would strike a girl on her breasts. Especially a Priest. It stung terribly, but the other breast was

similarly struck, her breasts dancing on her chest. “Please. Not there,” she begged, but she saw the evil in the Priests eyes. She grew scared when he picked up the rope again, kneeling at her feet as he tied the end of the rope around her ankles, ruthlessly tightening them too tight. She saw him throw the end of the ropes around the poles at her side. He was going to spread her. Her sex would be so vulnerable. The Priest stayed kneeled at her feet as he pulled the end of the rope that was now around the first pole. He began to pull it, watching as she relented and began to shuffle her bare foot along the rock floor, his eyes glued to her sex. “What a delicate flower. I’m enjoying watching it open.” He tugged until her leg was pulled at least two feet wide, seeing the way the lips of her pussy began to part. Even as they parted, her mysterious hole was still dark and forbidding, her virginity clouding the mystery. He moved to the other side, but not before his hand ran up the soft, sensitive skin on her inner thigh. He began to manhandle her body as he spread her legs. One leg was pulled wide, knowing it would feel as if he were splitting her up the middle when he spread her other leg. He threw the other rope around the other beam, his eyes staring up at her split. He caressed her inner thigh as a lover would, but she trembled in fear as he moved to her sex. He pinched her soft skin painfully, but at least his hand moved away. She had no choice but to spread her other leg, shuffling her bare feet over the cold stone. “No more,” she begged. She refused to move her legs but he continued to tug on the rope, the harsh rope digging into her skin until her foot was dragged across the floor. “It hurts!” Her crotch ached, feeling as if she was going to be ripped up the middle. The Priest smiled as he spread her leg, tugging it as she fought him until her legs were spread at least four feet wide. Samuel would enjoy it, her gash open and available to the whip. Her lips were pulled back far, but she was dry, scared at what was going to happen to her. She should be, Samuel known for his cruelty with the young girls. He pressed his face against her pussy, his fingers tugging on her lips until they were stretched wide. Her hole was so small, his cock throbbing at the thought of being the first one inside her tight hole. He moved his fingers up to her clit, pressing down on the edge of it until the little bud popped out. He snapped it with his fingernail. She could feel his hot breath on her sex, ashamed as he inspected her, his fingers gripping her lips and tugging them open harshly. “EEEEHH,” she screamed in pain. He had snapped her pleasure button, feeling as if a sharp knife had touched it, the pain shooting to her brain. “EEEEGGG,” he did it again, smiling as he punished her. “Just a reminder of things to come. Samuel loves nice tight bodies such as yours. Loves to make you scream.” He let his hand slide over her smooth, silky flesh one last time. He got up, leaving her alone in the room, one last look at her bound, naked body exciting his cock. He would stop at one of the other girl’s cells as his left, her asshole would be very accommodating. The door slammed loudly, leaving her alone and bound in the cell, her body sweating in fear. Her crotch ached from the wide expanse of her legs. It was long minutes before she heard the sound of footsteps in the hall. The door creaked open slowly, teasing her. The shadowy figure came in the room. He was

an older man, at least sixty, dressed in the clothes of a wealthy landowner. He almost looked harmless if she didn’t hear what the Priest said about him. About his desire to whip her and make her scream. Samuel was greeted with the naked body of Sloane, spread out just the way he liked them. Her firm, pert tits were thrust up high on her chest, her arms pulled up and slightly back, forcing her breasts out prominently. Her legs were spread wide, the muscles in her firm thighs taut, her ankles tied to the far corners of the room. He looked between her legs, her dark bush teasing at what lie beneath, her virgin pussy. He could see the pink insides of her gash, her lips pulled back by the spread of her legs. She was breathing heavy, her chest rising up and down, scared as she should be. He put down the instruments he carried in; her eyes following as he slowly spread them out on the table. He carefully laid them out side by side in order of use. She trembled in fear when she saw the whips he brought in. Now she realized why she was bound. And spread. He was going to whip her and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She was sure that her pleading would only encourage him. She saw the riding crops and whips that he laid out on the table, thick black leather, almost cringing in pain as she imagined how they would feel on her naked body. “Please don’t,” she begged, but he was already stripping off his clothes, Sloane‘s eyes shifting to the floor. “Look up Sloane,” he ordered her, sliding his trousers down. “NOW!” He slammed the table, shocking her, forcing her to look up as he exposed his hard cock. He stroked it with his hand. “This is for you Sloane. I’m going to take your innocence with my hard cock. And you’re going to beg me to do it. Beg to take my cock and put it inside you, and fuck you until I dump my seed inside you.” His cock grew as he saw the look on her face, stroking it until it stood rigid in front of him. The sudden noise forced her to look up, seeing his penis in his hand, naked before her. “Never! I will never do such a despicable thing!” No matter what he did, she would refuse his unwanted advances. He would have to rape her. Her eyes were glued to his hand as he stroked his penis, the angry organ growing so large as he stroked it. She would never be able to take such a massive organ between her legs; it would split her up the middle. She wouldn’t submit to giving her innocence to his raping weapon. Samuel moved close to her until his cock jerked against her naked hip, enjoying the feel of her silky skin. His hand slid around her waist as he pressed closer, moving in front of her until his cock rubbed against her slit. He began to hump her like a dog in heat, her lips forced back as his thick cock slid between them. She was dry, but he didn’t care, his cock leaking his sticky cum into her virgin pussy. He reached around to grip her ass, pulling her onto his waiting cock, his hips moving back and forth as he enjoyed her heat. “Such a lovely pussy,” her lips folding over the head of his cock as he pumped up and down on her. He gripped her cheeks, pulling them apart harshly. She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, his penis sliding inside her lips, feeling him leak his filthy seed on her, aiding his crude fondling of her body. Her cheeks felt as though they were torn, his fingers feeling like claws as they dug into her soft flesh, pulling her cheeks apart ruthlessly. She was afraid he would

stick his filthy organ inside her and take her virginity from her. She was relieved when he pulled back, at least temporarily. Until he picked up a large, leather paddle. It had to be a least six inches wide, the leather thick and unyielding. But the center was the worst. It was covered with metal studs that looked painful, built to tear the flesh. She was afraid of where he was going to use it on her. Samuel loved the paddle, the metal studs bringing about such exquisite pain. He moved behind her, rubbing the paddle over her pert ass cheeks, Sloane pushing forward to try to avoid it. He just followed her until she reached the end of the rope, her body pulled taut. The paddle moved up and down her cheeks, the studs leaving white marks on her smooth skin. He turned the paddle on its side, moving the thick leather between her cheeks, watching as she clenched them tight, fighting a losing battle. He pushed harder; sliding the edge of the leather between her sweaty cheeks, pushing aside her clenching cheeks to touch the hidden anus nestled tightly between her cheeks. He couldn’t resist, pulling the paddle away, shoving his hips forward until he found her tight ass. His hands yanked her cheeks unceremoniously apart, pushing his hard cock between her cheeks before tightening them around his throbbing member, his hands folding her ass over his cock. He began to gently fuck her with his cock, his slick cock sliding easily between her sweat drenched cheeks. She couldn’t stop him no matter how much she fought, his penis forced between her tightly stretched cheeks, Sloane shuddering as she felt his hot flesh on her tiny anus. It sent strange tremors in her anus, her muscles fluttering uncontrollably as his hands pulled her cheeks over his throbbing member, his hips beginning to hump her again. Only this time his hot flesh ran over her backside, touching her in places she couldn’t even fathom being touched. It was strange, Father Michael also touching her there, his fingers probing her backside as if it were a sex organ, the strange feeling of having something pushed inside a place that was used to push out, the probing burning. His penis slid up and down, the head running salaciously over her anus, Sloane unable to stop her tiny hole from opening and closing as it was stimulated by his hot flesh. Finally he stopped, leaving her alone, moving back away from her, Sloane relieved. The paddle slashed noisily through the air, the whooshing sound preceding the loud splat as he connected with her right cheek with a powerful blow that sent her body shoving forward. She didn’t understand the noise, not even the pressure as something hit her butt. Suddenly the pain rushed to her brain, Sloane finally realizing that he had struck her with the paddle. There was a hotness on her skin where the paddle hit her, then the sudden pain as the metal studs dug into her sensitive cheek, her muscles tightening as she screamed in pain. “AAAGGGH!” NOOOOOO!” It shocked her, the intense pain racing through her loins before shooting up her spine to her brain. It felt as though her flesh was torn by the hard paddle. She barely had time to recover before she heard the warning, the whooshing as the paddle came down on her other cheek with a resounding splat that rang out in the room. Her body was jolted forward as the scream tore from her lips. “EEEEGGG.” The pain was unbearable, her backside ablaze in pain, burning as her skin heated up.

His cock jerked in pleasure as he beat her ass cheeks, enjoying her fruitless tightening of her muscles, the leather paddle unforgiving as it beat her flesh until it turned red. Four times he struck her, each time her body jerking back and forth, tiny drops of blood already dripping from the dark gouges on her white, smooth skin, the studs leaving an indelible mark as they dug into her flesh. Her cheeks would relax as the pain radiated through her body, the chance he was looking for, smashing the paddle up from the floor to catch her cheeks relaxed, slapping hard between her cheeks to hit her squarely on her asshole. It felt as though he was trying to drive the paddle into her body, the paddle catching her on her unprotected anus. “EEEGGGHH,” the intense pain rushing deep into her bowels, her muscles clenching uncontrollably as she suffered under his brutal paddling. “NOT THERE!” How could someone hit a girl in such a delicate place? She felt his hands running over her cheeks, his touch almost caressing her, flinching as she expected another brutal blow. He could feel the heat of her skin, the white flesh now a deep red, tiny deep gouges where the studs had drawn blood. He yanked her cheeks apart to gaze at her tiny hole, enjoying the way it would spasm when he touched too close, the tiny hole a dark red as it suffered under the paddle. Father Michael would be lucky to enjoy her backside, enjoying her gasps of pain as she was sodomized for his pleasure. He moved away, swinging the paddle to lash at her smooth, sensitive inner thighs, her legs jerked wider apart as he hit her with such power. Her screams rang out in the room as he beat both thighs until they stood out bright red, her sobbing making his cock harder. She could barely breathe, her chest heaving up and down, her throat sore from screaming as he rendered her flesh into ribbons of pain. The paddle was never-ending, moving from thigh to thigh, cheek to cheek, catching her when her guard was down to smack hard on her anus in a shooting pain that raced deep into her bowels. She could only sob now, tears running down her cheek as she whimpered in pain. She opened her eyes when the paddle didn’t land on her, seeing Samuel standing before her, smiling at her with an evil glint in his eyes. She saw him move behind her, not resisting as she felt him press painfully against her butt again, his touch igniting the pain in her bruised and battered skin. She didn’t even protest as he folded her cheeks over his penis, sliding his hot flesh up and down her sweat drenched crack. She shuddered when the large head of his penis pushed against her anus, feeling it jerking and jumping on her tiny hole as it sent spasms through her body. It felt huge back there as Samuel pushed and shoved against her wrinkled opening, Sloane biting her lips as she suffered his rude fondling. Anything was better than the paddle. She felt a burning as he pushed against her resisting hole, finally relieved that he pulled away, Sloane afraid that he would do the unspeakable and enter her backside. He cupped her breasts as he humped her ass, enjoying the way she was already surrendering to him. But that wouldn’t change his mind, he enjoyed the whipping too much. Even if she agreed to fuck him, he would still whip her into submission. He pinched her nipples until he felt them grow hard. He knew it wasn’t in pleasure, but pain that made them hard, but it made no matter. It would be the whip that would make them dance next.

He put the paddle down, seeing Sloane’s eyes follow his every move. He picked up the riding crop, making it whistle through the air. “Now for those lovely tits Sloane.” He could see the tears in her eyes as she realized the pain he would inflict with the slim, hard leather of the riding crop. He stood in front of her, her naked breasts heaving up and down as the crop whistled through the air. She could only sob as he tested the leather crop, Sloane’s body taut as she waited for the first bite of the crop. She didn’t have to wait long, the crop sailing through the air almost as if in slow motion, swinging up to catch her on the sensitive underside of her right breast with a powerful slap that shook her body. “OOWWWW,” she screamed out in pain, her breast bouncing up and down, the skin burning from the terrible bite of the crop. Her other breast was next, this time Sloane prepared, the crop lifting up her breast to make it dance up and down, the pain shooting deep into her chest. He was meticulous, slashing her from the bottom of her breast, each time moving up an inch to touch new, unprotected flesh, a fresh batch of pain shooting through her chest. She could hardly breathe, her crying now just sobs as he beat her young breasts with the cruel instrument. She held her breath, knowing where the next blow would go, her nipple hard and pointed in spite of herself. It felt as if it were torn from her chest when the crop slashed across her unprotected nipple, the pain racing through her breast and to her brain. “EEEEHHH.” The pain was unbearable. She couldn’t breathe as her other nipple received similar treatment, the pink tips now swollen and red, her heart pounding in the tips as she screamed in pain. Samuel was relentless with the crop, slashing at her breasts as they swayed beneath the punishing blows. He loved the pained look on her face, her lips bleeding as she bit them, suffering under his brutal whipping. Her breasts shook back and forth salaciously, his cock jerking in pleasure every time he tore another scream from her lips. He moved close to her, his throbbing cock jerking against her pussy. He pressed his lips against hers, finding her submissively accepting his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her. He pinched her swollen nipple. “Tongue back at me,” he ordered her, twisting her nipple until she complied. He crushed her mouth as he played with her tongue deep in her mouth, his cock humping her pussy. She couldn’t do anything but accept his unwanted kiss with a fake passion as he abused her nipples until she complied. He humped her again, his hot flesh pushing between her lips again to slide up and down her slit. At least he wasn’t beating her, his breath foul as his tongue almost jammed down her throat. She was relieved, or she hoped she was when he pulled away from her, his spit dribbling down her chin. She could still taste his foul breath in her mouth. “Are you ready to fuck me Sloane? To take my cock and bust your cherry?” He could see the surrender in her eyes, the whipping taking a toll on her body. “Yeees,” she sobbed, surrendering, her body scared by his whip. She had to do it, sure that she wouldn’t last much longer under the whip. And even then she would still have to service him with her innocence. She had no choice. “Are you going to lie on the bed and spread those lovely thighs for me? Open up your pussy and take my cock and slip it inside your hot, tight pussy? Fuck me as if I were your lover? Take my cum deep inside you?” He teased her,

knowing she had no choice. She could only nod her head in surrender. He moved back from her. “But you will still have to learn to love the whip. This time between your lovely thighs. This time on your pussy.” He laughed cruelly as she screamed out in terror. “EEEHHH. NOOOTTT THERE!” He was just trying to make sure that she accepted his terms. Why would he want to continue whipping her when she already surrendered unconditionally? He enjoyed inflicting pain on her young body almost as much as the sex he wanted. He stroked his cock up and down as he watched her, seeing the look of disbelief in her eyes as he picked up the riding crop again, the leather slick with sweat and blood. It whistled through the air as he brought it up between her legs, his aim exceptional. The harsh leather tore between her lips to hit her tender inner lips, the pink flesh shattered by the unyielding leather. Her feet almost came off the floor as her body jerked in pain. Her scream was inhuman, ringing in the cell to bounce off the walls of the hallway. The pain was intense, the leather feeling like a hot knife ripping through her most intimate flesh. It felt as if he had torn her innocence from her, feeling as if his penis had ripped her hymen. She fought the ropes that held her, her wrists bleeding as she tried to pull her arms down, the rope digging into her ankles as she tried to close her legs to protect her sex from this evil monster. “UUUGGH,” she screamed again as the crop tore up from the floor, this time farther back to strike her tiny anus. It felt as it a pole was shoved up her backside, the burning and spasms unlocking a pain that was almost beyond comprehension. She screamed as another slash of the crop hit her pussy, smashing her clit into her pelvic bone, feeling as if her pleasure button exploded in a barrage of pain to her brain. Samuel stepped back as he watched the pained look on her face, her body shaking and trembling. He loved the marks on her white body, the crop leaving deep red lines on her skin. Her labia were swollen, the crop beating the tender flesh until it swelled. She would give a good fuck now, her body sore, bouncing around to give his cock a nice ride. The pain would force her body to tighten, gripping his cock as if it were a lover. He moved closer, his hand sliding down between them, gripping his cock and pushing aside her labia ruthlessly with the thick head of his cock. He felt the petal of her sex slide over his cockhead as he began the gentle movement of his hips, his cock sliding up and down her slit. He gripped her ass cheeks, feeling her flinch when he touched the bruised and battered flesh. “You’re going to have to get wet for me,” he ordered her. “Or else I will tear you.” She felt his penis between her legs, taking liberties with her as it slid up and down her slit. Now he wanted her to get aroused! Aroused after he had just beat her flesh ruthlessly. What an animal he was! But she knew that he was right. If she was dry, the pain would be horrendous, sure that he would he tear her, maybe even preventing her from having children in the future. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was a handsome Prince that was going to take her virginity. A lover that would be gentle with her. She tried to imagine the pleasure that his penis was giving her as it slid up and down, occasionally her body shuddering as it slid over her swollen clit.

She was almost purring now, Samuel enjoying the way she was getting moist. He held her close, feeling her pert breasts push against his hairy chest, her nipples pointed and hard almost painful as they pressed against him. He enjoyed the way her body began to rock back and forth against him, his cock jerking in pleasure as her pussy lips engulfed his cock with her heat. He had to fight the urge to cum wanting to save his precious seed to bathe her insides with his hot cum. He slipped his hand under her chin, lifting up her chin, his lips pressed against her as he kissed her, feeling her sweet lips on his mouth, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she accepted his oral advance. She even accepted his kiss, fighting the urge to push away from him, trying hard to get aroused as he humped her. She could feel the wetness between her legs as he continued to push his penis up and down her slit, feeling the head jerk at it banged against her tiny hole, her body tightening each time as she braced herself if he tried to enter her. But he seemed content to ride her slit, his kiss breaking the moment, his foul breathe bringing her back to the reality of the situation. He was going to rape her and she would have to help him. She opened her eyes when he pulled away from the kiss. “It’s time to fuck,” he said crudely. “Lie on the bed and show me that lovely pussy that is going to nestle my cock with your soft and wet insides.” He slowly bent down on the floor, looking up at her spread pussy, her lips glistening in her juices. He began to untie her ankles first, Sloane pulling her leg together as he undid the other. It felt so good to be able to close her legs, the ache in her crotch from the wide spread feeling as if he split her up the middle. His hand ran over her inner thighs almost sensuously as if a lover would do, no thought to the severe whipping she had endured under his touch just moments ago. His fingers plucked at her nipples before he untied her wrists, teasing them harder as he squeezed them. Not hard like before, just a gentle pressure that pushed the blood to the tip. Her arms fell to her side, the blood rushing back into them, the tingling from being almost numb. He was going to take her virginity and she couldn‘t do anything to stop him, unless she wanted to tempt his wrath again. He pulled away as she walked to the bed almost as if she were in a trance. He enjoyed the look of her ass as she crawled to the center of the bed, catching a glimpse of the wrinkled opening, red and swollen from the whip. He wished he could take her in her ass, but he would have to be happy with fingering the tight hole when he fucked her, insuring a good ride as she bucked under the rude probing of her asshole. She laid her naked body on the bed, Samuel looking at her with lust in his eyes, his hand stroking his large cock to mammoth proportions. It would tear her when he entered her, sure that she couldn’t take that monster inside her without ruining her forever. She looked at him; no amount of imagination could make him into a Prince. He was just a lecherous old man that was going to rape her. “Open your legs real wide. Bring up your feet until your knees bend and then let them spread wide until they touch the bed. I want to be able to see inside that dark, mysterious hole.” She had no choice, her crotch feeling as if it were splitting as she brought her legs up and spread them, forcing her thigh muscles to ache as her knees

touched the bed. She had to hold her legs down as her muscles fought the lewd position. He loved the way she was open, her pussy lips slipping back to reveal the whipped inner flesh. He could see the moisture on her pussy; his humping had aroused her in spite of herself. “Use your fingers to open up your pussy. Pull your lips back until they hurt. I want to be able to look into your soul.” He enjoyed her humiliation as she exposed herself for his evil gaze. She did as he said, her hands pulling her lips back, seeing her red gash so obscenely exposed. Even her pleasure button popped out, Sloane surprised that it was so hard and red in spite of the whipping it received. Her lips ached, but she held the position while he gazed down between her legs. She waited for his next obscene order. “Bring your legs up high over your head and keep them spread. I want your hands down spreading your cheeks apart. I want to see that tiny little wrinkled asshole winking at me.” He wanted to inflict the ultimate humiliation on her. She didn’t think she could do it, her hands cupping behind her legs, her body bending as she brought both legs up high until she felt the cuts on her butt break open as her skin stretched. She bore the pain as she brought her legs over her head, sliding her hands down over her cheeks to pull them apart, feeling the cold damp air of the room on her exposed anus. She pushed her fingers in close to her tiny hole as she pulled the skin back, a burning beginning as she felt the air rush into her exposed hole. How shameful to be forced to do such a thing. She waited as he watched, his hand stroking his penis faster as his eyes were glued to her backside. Maybe she would get lucky and he would climax before he could enter her. He could see the dark, mysterious depths of her bowels as she posed for him, her tiny hole going into a series of spasms, opening and closing as her fingers dug deep into her skin to hold open for his inspection. “A nice tight asshole. It will bring such pleasure to the man lucky enough to sodomize you.” He climbed onto the bed, Sloane releasing her legs and bringing them back down. “Spread for me now. It is time to make you a woman.” His cock jerked and throbbed as he kneeled on the bed between her wide stretched thighs. His hands reached up to grasp her breasts, his fingers sinking into the firm flesh and squeezing them tight. He was poised over her, his penis only inches from her sex; her legs spread wide open as if she were waiting for her lover. His rough hands manhandled her breasts, fingers digging into her sensitive nipples as the pain made them hard again. “Cradle my cock with your soft hands. Pleasure my weapon that will make you a woman.” He shuddered when her soft hands engulfed his cock, her hands so gentle as they timidly touched him. “My balls. Feel the cum that will fill you,” he urged her, his hips rising up as one soft hand cupped his balls so gently. “You may squeeze them, but be gentle.” He moaned again, his cock jerking in her hand as she squeezed his balls. “Yes. I like that.” It grew in her hand, his hot flesh growing thicker as her hand tried hard to wrap around the thick flesh. She could feel the veins in the shaft throbbing, her

hands slowly moving down to grip his hairy, wrinkled sack, feeling the strange balls inside move around. They were so hot. She tightened her hand on the balls, feeling them moving around as if they were trying to escape, Sloane afraid that she was hurting him. She knew otherwise when he moaned. It was pleasure, not pain. “Take it and rub it up and down your slit. Get wet so it will go easier inside you.” His cock jerked when she touched it to her hot pussy, delighting in the way her pussy folded around his cockhead. Her hips began to move up and down as he teased her, almost keeping away from her, making her move to push his cock into her. “All the way up. Rub it over your clit. It will help get you wet.” She felt ashamed as his penis slid up and down her slit, finding her body getting wet in spite of the inevitable rape. Her butt rose up from the bed when she pushed his penis over her pleasure button, Sloane learning at an early age the pleasure that could be had with just a touch of her button. His penis felt so hot against her, almost as if it were burning her button, the sudden shock racing through her body. Especially between her legs. Even her anus clenched tight as she felt the first touch of his penis on her button. “Mmmm,” she moaned quietly, hoping that he didn’t hear her. He could feel her wetness wash over his cock. She would never be ready any more than she was now. “Push my cock against your hole Sloane. It is time to take me inside you. Time for me to make you a woman.” Her hands tightened on his cock as if she could stop him from entering her or to make the entrance less painful. He was sure once he felt her hot, tight insides grip his cock he would be unable to withstand the urge to fuck her hard. It was time for her to lose her innocence, not the way she imagined it. Every girl yearned to be taken by her husband in a gentle, romantic moment. Not being forced to do it after a brutal whipping by an old man that had probably bought the opportunity to have her virginity. She began to cry as her hand moved his penis to her tiny virgin hole, snuggling up the hot, pulsating flesh to her tight opening. At least his penis was wet, not sure if it was her moisture or his, just grateful that at least it would be less painful. “GGGGHHH,” she moaned as she felt the pressure on her hole, his hips beginning to push in, his body poised over her, ready to press deep inside her. She felt the painful stretching as his thick member began to slip inside her, feeling her petals fold back to take the thick head of his penis. “NNNOOO, go easy!” She begged as she gripped his penis tighter, hoping to stop him from pushing into her too quickly and painfully. She didn’t know how much more she could take of it, her pussy stretching until she it felt as if it were tearing, his hips relentlessly pushing harder to gain entrance to her virgin passage. She was so hot and tight, his cock throbbing at her entrance, teased by her tightness and her hand that gripped it so possessively. It felt as if a powerful hand was gripping his cock as he slowly pushed inside her. He gave a sharp jerk with his hips, driving his cock into the hot depths of her pussy with a powerful thrust. “EEEEHHH,” she screamed in pain as he suddenly shot his hips forward, stretching her sex open by his rigid member. It burned as his penis shot inside her, her lips tightening on the thick head as it throbbed in pleasure inside her.

“Don’t move!” It hurt, his penis pushed against her hymen, stretching the thin barrier, her only remaining protection. It felt as if a pole was between her legs, feeling his balls hanging down between her legs. She spread her legs wider, hoping to accommodate the thick flesh inside her. It felt so strange to have something alive inside her, feeling as if it had a pulse as it jerked and shuddered inside her. She could only imagine what it would feel like when it was fully inside her, the thick staff almost as big as a baby’s arm. She could only hope that he would be gentle with her. He couldn’t wait any longer, his cock needing to cum and cum deep inside her. “Move your hands.” His voice was adamant. He pushed them aside when she failed to respond immediately. He began to lower his naked body onto hers, his hips raised up into the air, ready to plunge inside her. He felt her nipples press into his chest, his mouth only inches from hers, feeling her breath on his as she waited for the inevitable rape. He let his hips move from side to side, feeling his cockhead pushing against her insides, her pussy forced to take his unrelenting cock inside. She could feel his hips moving, preparing to open her up, ready to take her virginity. She held her breath as his face pushed against her, his lips seeking out hers, smashing down on them as his naked body pressed against hers. “AAAWWWWWWW!” She screamed out in pain, his lips suffocating her scream of pain with his kiss. His hips had driven forward with such intensity, her hymen taken as if it were melted butter, his thick flesh driving inside her virgin passage. She could feel the blood as the pain raced through her body, feeling as if a wooden wedge was shoved painfully between her legs. He loved their screams as he took their innocence from them. Sloane will forever remember the first time she was fucked in spite of the ruthlessness of the act. He could feel her insides shoved apart by his thick cock, her hymen busted as the head of his cock was firmly implanted in her hot, tight pussy. She was so tight that he thought she would drive all the blood to the end of his cock, her passage gripping his cock with such intensity. He drove her body deep into the bed while she tried to get away from his cock. He pulled his mouth from her lips, looking at the tears in her eyes, the anguish in her face as she felt a cock in her for the first time. He made his cock jerk inside her, seeing her cringe in pain. He pulled his cock out, grunting as she clung to him. He stopped when her tight pussy gripped his cock just under the head, seeing the fear in her eyes when he paused, his muscles tight. It tore her painfully, the withdrawal of his cock almost as painful as when he pushed inside her. She could feel the wetness, sure that she was bleeding, almost grateful as it helped his penis slide easier. Her pussy was stretched tight around the head of his penis as she waited, feeling it in his muscles, knowing that he was ready to thrust back in again. She knew he couldn’t take her hymen again, but she felt raw and torn, knowing that he would drive his fat weapon deeper inside her. She felt his hands slide underneath her, pulling her sweat drenched cheeks up into the air, offering up her body for the next painful thrust. She didn’t have to wait long, his hips snapping suddenly, her pussy impaled on three inches of thick, hot flesh. “AAAGGGG,” she screamed. “Go slowly,” she begged, but she

saw the lust in his eyes and knew he wouldn’t stop until he buried his penis deep inside her. He could barely shove it in more than a few inches before her tight body stopped him, grunting as he exerted himself. It was like driving a nail through a rock. He pulled out, her insides clinging to his cock possessively as if she didn’t want him to leave, pausing for only a second before he shoved back in again. This time his hands under her ass kept her from escaping his powerful thrust, her pussy shoved aside by his rampaging cock as it tore unmercifully into her virgin pussy. Her tits began to bounce on her chest as he began to fuck her, fuck her hard and fast. Each time he drove into her he would tear into new territory, his hard cock pushing aside all resistance as she groaned in pain. His fingernails dug into her torn ass cheeks, forcing her up to receive his pounding drives into her pussy. Over half of his cock was inside her, a thin coat of blood mixed with their juices coating his cock with a pink sheen. Her butt hurt where his fingers dug into the gouges in her skin, forcing her to meet his pounding thrusts inside her, opening up her insides to his throbbing member. She couldn’t believe the pain as he spread her insides painfully, pushing aside all her resistance as he bounced around on top of her. She bowed her legs out farther, anything to stop the immense pain, but he only pushed between them harder, forcing her thigh muscles to ache from being pushed back so far. It felt as if he was trying to drive his member through her body, almost all of it shoved inside her now, his balls slapping noisily against her up-thrust butt, hitting her exposed anus. He was fucking her now, bottoming out in her pussy, his head battering at her cervix. He grunted as he withdrew each time, slowly dragging out her insides as he pulled out, pausing before shooting back inside her. He enjoyed the look on her face the first time she took the full measure of his cock, her virgin pussy filled completely with his hard flesh. He began to fuck her faster, their bodies slapping hard against each other, her tits dancing on her chest as he made her take his cock with each pounding. When he was fully inside her he would grind his hips from side to side, his body sliding along her clit, his cock pushing against untouched territory as it jerked in pleasure. He let his fingers slide along her butt cheek until they were poised on the edges of her sweat drenched hole, seeing her jerk from the unfamiliar touch. She couldn’t believe that she had taken it all inside her, but his body was pushed against hers, his hips sliding from side to side as his instrument spread her open from the inside. The pain was less now, just a fullness between her legs as she felt his flesh alive inside her, jerking in pleasure as her muscles tried to force it out. She jerked up when his fingers slid over her butt, sliding dangerously close to her anus. She jerked away, almost driving his member out her mouth when his fingers touched her on her backside. She felt his fingers throbbing as they touched the rim of her hole, sliding back and forth, forcing her muscles to tighten on the weapon between her legs. Suddenly she felt a finger on her hole, the pressure as it sought entrance to a forbidden spot. Her hips shook from side to side, but his hands moved with hers, never leaving as he pressed deeper. She felt a burning as the tip of his finger began to enter her, enter a hole that was not meant to be entered. “NNNNOO!” She cried out in indignation as the tip of his

finger entered her backside, her hips moving to escape the fingertip as it entered her rectum. She could feel it pressing against her muscles, her body unable to stop him, her muscles clenching uncontrollably on the invading finger. Her asshole was so hot and tight, his finger moving back and forth as it massaged her rectum as she squirmed beneath him. He began to fuck her again, this time his finger driving deep into her rectum when his cock entered her, pulling back as his cock retreated. Her body shook and trembled under her duel probing, Sloane sobbing as he fucked both of her holes ruthlessly. He pounded her body as he fucked her. Her body gripped his cock uncontrollably, his finger driving the pain that forced her muscles to tighten. It felt as if there were twin spears between her legs, Sloane no longer able to differentiate his finger from his cock, both of them feeling as if they were in the same hole. She never felt so full of flesh before, her body battered by his relentless hips that drove his cock deep into her, banging painfully against her cervix with each stroke. He never seemed to stop, his penis pulling out then driving back in before she could even catch her breath. Her insides were beaten into submission, his penis sliding back and forth on the wetness, the slapping of flesh and the grunting filling the room. Even her pleasure button was smashed with each thrust, ground into her pelvic bone with each powerful thrust. The pain was gone, replaced by a strange fullness, even a bit of pride at taking such a large instrument inside her. His finger up her backside seemed to guide her body, forcing her up and down on his member, a reminder of the power he had over her. She could only take the pounding, her body drenched in sweat as he continued to pound away inside her. He didn’t know how much longer he could last, her insides clinging to the shaft of his cock as he pulled out, plunging in hard with each stroke. His balls tingled with pleasure, slapping against her ass, his finger nearly buried in her asshole, twisting and turning on her clenching muscles as he fucked her. He needed to dump his cum inside her. “Cum or I will rape you all night.” He pulled out, slowly pushing in his cock, his hips moving side to side to feel her pussy clenching on the thick shaft. He left his finger in her asshole, keeping it still as he fucked her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine her Prince, his penis taking her gently, ready to fill her with his seed, to give her the baby she always dreamed of. She began to enjoy the feeling of the hot flesh inside her, tightening her muscles to grip it in love. Even the finger in her backside didn’t move, Sloane trying hard to forget that it was still inside her, trying to block out the burning in her backside. She ground her pleasure button on her lover, her hips moving side to side, up and down as she began to feel a stirring in her loins that was different than she ever felt before. Her hips moved faster, the friction building inside her, her Prince ready to unload his seed inside her. She could feel him shuddering above her, her body gripping his lovingly as she ground her pleasure button on him. Suddenly the room exploded, a rush in her loins shooting to her brain, stars appearing in her head as she felt a rush of hot fluid deep inside her, spraying her insides with her lovers seed. She felt like a lover beneath him, her insides clinging to his cock as he fucked her. He took her with the full measure of his cock, her moans now of

pleasure as she moved her hips around salaciously, bringing such pleasure to him. He couldn’t last any longer, the cum racing from his balls, his cock tingling as it shot out into the depths of her pussy. He pressed deep inside her, buried into her hot, tight hole as he came, bathing her insides with his hot juices. Again and again he came, her insides clenching uncontrollably on his cock, her moans of pleasure as she came driving another load of cum into her once virgin hole. He hoped that he would make her with child, destined to live with his rape of her. He finally slumped down on her, exhausted, his cock sated by her once virgin pussy. “What a great fuck Sloane. We’ll rest for a bit then you can suck my cock until it is hard again. Then you can ride me. I’ll enjoy the way your tits bounce as you fuck me.” She thought she was finished, but he wanted more. Much more. At least he got off of her, letting her breathe. He took her hand, placing it on his wet penis, feeling it already begin to get hard. She tightened her grip on it, letting her hand slide up and down the shaft as it became semi-hard, Sloane resigned to him taking her again, forced to make him hard so he could fuck her sore pussy. It swelled beneath her touch, his hips shifting back over her, her hand guiding his semi-rigid penis back inside her sex. This time she was wet, his juices and hers aiding making his penis slip easily inside her. It didn’t take him long before he began to fuck her, his hands forcing her legs up into the air until they ached, her sex open and exposed to the pounding of his hips against her. Samuel fucked her for almost a half an hour, the need to cum diminished by the first rape. He enjoyed making her sit on his cock, the pained look on her face as she was forced to take it inside her made his cock jerk in pleasure. “Fuck up and down. Ride my cock.” He enjoyed the way her tits bounced up and down, her face grimacing each time she was forced down on his thick member, her own weight her enemy. Her sex was so sore, his thick weapon continually shoving in and out harshly, his hands forcing her into the most perverse positions, each time his weapon driving so deep inside her. She grunted in pain as he took her, forcing her to take the full measure of his weapon inside her tightly clenching insides. The worst part was sitting on his weapon, his hand holding it upright as she straddled his hips. She groaned in pain as she pushed her sex down on his shaft, feeling as if it would come out her mouth if it went any further inside her. For ten more minutes she had to ride him, her hips moving up and down, Sloane looking down as her sex engulfed the thick member inside, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as she moved up and down. She was finally grateful when he came inside her, his weapon blasting her insides with his hot seed, the hot flesh finally growing soft inside her. He left her curled in a ball on the bed, clutching her battered sex, a pool of cum beneath her body as she sobbed in shame. She was no longer a virgin.

Chapter 6 Anal Race They were both brought to the main room, the Priests gathered around as the girls were marched in. In the center of the room was a strange chair, more of a slanted table. Near it was a long triangle of wood, the twin sloping sheets of wood meeting at an apex. Sloane slipped an arm around Mary, protectively drawing her next to her. She could feel Mary’s relief that she was protecting her, but Sloane didn’t have the confidence she had. She had already learned how cruel they were, suffering under the lash of the whip until she relinquished her virginity to them. She was afraid they would do the same to Mary. “Our lovely sisters are here.” Father Michael was pleased as they came in. Samuel told him how accommodating Sloane had been and how much he enjoyed her hot, tight virgin pussy. And he was very generous in his contribution to the church. Today would be just as profitable. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered them. They knew better than disobey and they had been subject to the daily ritual of inspections and oral sex since they got there. They were soon naked, standing before them, waiting. “Put Sloane on the chair for inspection and Mary on the pony. Let her ride it for a while.” The Priests pounced on them immediately. Sloane was dragged over to the strange chair. It was almost just a slanted board, the rough hewn wood harsh on her naked skin as they pushed her down onto her back. It cupped her loins; Sloane finding her arms thrust high over her head as her back touched the wooden bench. They made quick work of tying her wrists together, making her bend her elbows, securing her wrists beneath the underside of the bench. The position forced her breasts to arch up submissively, Sloane fearing how open and exposed they were. She had already felt the lash on her tender breasts, knowing they were ruthless. She took a deep breathe as a fat, leather belt was secured just below her hips, the Priest pulling it tight before he secured it. It kept her pinned to the bench, making breathing hard. “Now for the legs. Wide and high. I want her open. All of her orifices.” Father Michael’s cock throbbed beneath the robe as he watched his men securing the rope around her slim ankles, the thick, rough rope digging painfully into her skin. She struggled but the men were too strong for her, Sloane feeling the bite of the rope as it dug into her sensitive skin. She was scared when he said, all of her orifices. What was he going to do to her? She felt her legs being spread like a wishbone, each one of the Priests moving to the opposite side, tugging on the rope attached to her ankles. “NNNOO!” She cried out as her butt began to rise up, the Priests pulling up on the ropes as they circled the poles in the far corners. Now she knew what he meant. They didn’t stop until she thought she was split up the middle, her legs harshly spread wide. Then they began to pull up high, her butt rising as her spread legs pulled up. She could feel her sex opening up under the painful spread, even her cheeks were pulling apart. She knew they could all see her most intimate parts of her body, the Priests sitting with their eyes trained between her legs. They finally stopped, her relief tempered with fear as they tied

the ropes. She tugged with her legs, the rope digging into her flesh as it held her spread. Her legs were high up into the air, her body bent back, arms tied behind her back, her breasts arched us submissively. She was bound and vulnerable, Father Michael’s eyes glued to her open sex. Mary was grabbed and yanked over to the strange wooden contraption. “Help me Sloane,” she yelled, but Sloane was trying to cope with her own problems. Two men had forced Sloane into the reclining bench, tying her down. She looked at the strange wooden device that they were dragging her towards, almost too simplistic. It consisted of two planks of wood that were set into a triangle, meeting at the top. It wasn’t until she saw the straps on the sides that she began to understand and fear it. She screamed as they picked up her naked body as if it was a bag of potatoes, one of the Priests swinging her leg over the side of the contraption. They called it the pony, Mary understanding as they made her mount the pony, just as you would a horse. She looked down, the wooden peak looking more menacing as they began to lower her down on it. With her spread legs, she knew that it would be her sex that would be forced onto the pointed tip. “NO! It’ll tear me!” She screamed, but they manhandled her, forcing her down until she felt the touch of the rough wood on her sex. She struggled, but they were too strong. “EEEEHH,” it felt like a knife driven between her legs as her weight pushed her down on the apex of wood. She tried to move, but it only incited more pain, feeling like splinters of wood were driving into the inner lips of her sex. She was almost grateful when she could hold still, not wanting to move, fearing the slightest movement would force a sliver of wood into her delicate sex. Her arms were pulled behind her back, hands touching the opposite elbows, rope tightened from her wrists to her elbow, pinning them together. “OOOOWW,” the pain between her legs unbelievable as her ankles were drawn back until she felt the leather straps on the side of the pony secured around them. Her ankles were pulled slightly backwards, forcing her sex harder onto the sharp edge of the wood, her pleasure button so close to being crushed by her own body weight. She wasn’t sure how long she could stand being mounted on the pony. Her own weight ground her sex onto the sharp wood, the slightest movement igniting sharp pains in her loins. Even a deep breath hurt, the slightest movement of her body painful. She took short, shallow breaths, the dull ache in her sex reminding her of the pain that movement would inflict on her. Sloane saw what they were doing to Mary, seeing the tears in her eyes as her body sat frozen on the pony, her sex split by the harsh wood. Father Michael pulled a chair between Sloane’s spread legs, taking her attention away from Mary, her own problems beginning to compound. Father Michael moved close to Sloane, enjoying the terror in her eyes. He brought over the jug of oil, pouring some of it in his hands. “I’m going to inspect you. Intimately.” His hands slid down to her labia, rubbing the oil on her shaved pubes. This morning’s ritual included both girls being shorn of all their pubic hairs. The process had been slowly and painfully humiliating for both of the girls as the Priest’s watched as their pubic hairs were first cut and then shaved from their mound. When they were finished, they looked like children, their mound bald. They no longer had their dense bushes to hide their most intimate secrets from the men. He pinched her puffy lips, pushing them together, running his

pinched fingers up and down her lips, rubbing the tightly clenched lips. He pulled her lips, loving the way the belt kept her pinned to the drawer, her tender sex having no choice but to pull and stretch. He yanked one lip to the side, yanking it until he saw her lips clenched in pain. “Does that hurt Sloane?” It was more of a rhetoric question, her face showed the pain of his harsh touches. He spread her lips open, exposing the pink insides to the light of the torches. “Still a bit sore from getting fucked?” He could see where she had been stretched open; sure her pussy was still sore. Not as much as it would be. He got up and stood to the side. He wanted a good aim. He slapped her pussy with his open palm. “SSSSPPLLLAT.” His hand stung as he hit her sex with the flat part of his hand. The pain shot through her loins, her body jerked backward by the powerful blow until she pushed against the unrelenting hard bench. “NNNNNOOO! NOT THERE!” It hurt terribly, but she had little time to recover, Father Michael’s hand slapping her again. The pain laced through her sex, his hand driving her hard against the unyielding wooden bench. He slapped her again, this time back farther, Sloane relieved as it was more of a spanking on her butt instead of her sex. Three more times he spanked her, the last time harshly against her exposed anus, feeling as if he was driving a wedge up her backside. He sat down in front of her while her chest rose up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Father Michael smiled at her as he oiled one of his hands. He rubbed the oil all over his hand, even moving up over his wrists. His finger found her pussy, the wide spread of her legs not allowing her to hide her treasures from him. He rubbed around the hole, feeling her jerk each time he teased into the opening. “A bit sore. Too much hard cock.” He teased her, catching her off balancing as he suddenly impaled her on one thick finger. He shot inside her, not stopping until her inner muscles gripped it so tight he couldn’t go any farther. He loved the way she clenched onto his finger. She would make a delightful fuck with his cock, her clenching bringing such pleasure to him. He began to fuck her with his finger, rocking it back in and out. She was still sore. While his finger was not a thick as Samuel’s weapon, it still hurt, her sex dry. At least he had oiled his finger, finally getting some relief as he continued to plunge his finger in and out her. Her insides getting slick with the oil. She was afraid, his finger beginning to feel good as he plunged in and out without regard to her desires. But she couldn’t help the strange yearning she felt in her loins as he took her. She suddenly felt full as a second finger joined the first, her insides forced apart by the thick flesh that thrust up inside her. His finger began to twist and turn inside her, her muscles pushed aside ruthlessly. She grew afraid, not sure when he would stop doing this to her. Would he stop with two fingers? Could she handle anything more? Samuel’s thick member hurt her when he took her. She was bound and spread, Father Michael sitting between her widely space thighs, her sex open and available to whatever he desire. And she knew his desires were often perverted. He enjoyed how tight she was. His slick fingers pushed her resistance easily aside; his oiled fingers enjoyed the freedom to shove deep inside of her. “Such a nice, tight cunt.” He commented loudly. “Nothing like a freshly ravished virgin to fuck. Can you take a bit more Sloane?” He smiled as he drew his two fingers out of her pussy, seeing them glisten in the torchlight. He snuggled a

third finger along the two and placed them at her tight hole. “Yes,” he murmured as he thrust them inside her. She tried to jerk up, but the thick leather belt kept her firmly planted to the bench, her hot hole swallowing the thick fingers without much resistance. Not to say that it was without pain. Her insides seemed to cling to his fingers as he plunged into the depths of her pussy. “It hurts,” Sloane cried out, seeing the smile on Father Michael as he thrust three fat fingers inside her sex. She felt stretched, her lips pulled wide, her opening grasping his knuckles as he pushed his fingers in so deep she felt as if they were going to come out her mouth. The leather strap held her in position, her legs tugging at the ropes that held her spread with no avail. She couldn’t do anything to escape his ruthless fingering of her sex. Even Samuel’s member was not as big, the thick fingers plunging in and out of her sex with abandonment. She was at least grateful that she was getting wet, unable to fathom why. It hurt the most when he pulled them out, her insides seemed to follow them, his thick knuckles stretching her lips open painfully. She was almost glad her legs were spread so wide when he stuck four fingers inside her. She jerked, a fingernail scraping her sensitive walls as his fingers sought out the bottom of her sex. “NNOOO!” It hurt so badly when it felt like his fingers were opening up inside her. Her insides stretched wide, painfully wide to accept them, her muscles clenching uncontrollably as she sought to push out the intruders. His fingers twisted inside her, the pain increasing. “Please, no more!” She begged as his fingers began to move in and out of her ravished sex. He pumped his four fingers in and out twice before he pulled it out. Her eyes followed him as he pushed his thumb along the other four fingers, lowering it down to her pussy. She was still oiled as he began to push inside her, feeling her straining muscles forced apart as he shoved all of his hand inside her. It was a tough fight, straining as he sought entrance to the hot insides of her recently ravished virgin pussy. She would have to learn to take anything inside her, men enjoying the sight of a tight pussy stretched painfully around thick objects. He twisted his hand around as it slid inside her, digging deep until the tip of his fingers banged painfully against her cervix. “OOOOOWW!” His knuckles pushed hard against her pussy lips, grinding back and forth as his hand sought entrance inside her. She bit her lips as his knuckles ground down on her lips as she felt them straining to let them inside her, stretching wide before they relented and felt them slip painfully inside. It felt as if his fingernails were driving through her body, a sharp knife inside her. Her insides felt torn as his hand stretched her. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it. She was shocked, his whole hand pushed inside her. His fingers moved inside her, twisting and pressing against the elastic walls of her sex. She was relieved when his hand stopped inside her, feeling her pussy lips close around his wrist as he sank his hand into her lower belly. Though full, there was some relief when he didn’t move. Her relief was short-lived, his hand moving inside her again, pressing and poking at her delicate passage. He continued to push inside her, his wrists harshly pushing aside her pussy lips, feeling as if they were tearing from the impossible stretching. She grunted in pain but he continued to push forward, his wrist swallowed by her lips, his fingers moved deeper into her belly.

She cried in pain, sobbing as his hand jerked around inside her, pulling out, then shoving forward, each time working deeper into her body. It was unbelievable that she could take anything that big inside her, his fingers feeling like snakes crawling around inside her. “AAAHHH,” she cried in pain as his fingers scraped against her cervix, banging hard. But he didn’t stop, the pressure continuing. She felt the fingers moving, stretching her insides to the breaking point as they began to form into a fist. NO, he couldn’t do that! She felt them pushed into a tight fist, deep inside her belly, pushed hard against her cervix. Then she felt it turning, the harsh knuckles rubbing against her resilient walls, his wrists stretching her pussy lips as he pushed in deeper, clinging tightly to his wrist. “NOOO MOOOREEE!” She trembled in pain, tears running down her face. Father Michael smiled, her insides clenched tightly around his fist. He had never felt anything so delightful before. “You can take it,” his voice almost soothing. He began to twist his fist deeper inside her, enjoying the look of her pussy wrapped around his wrist. His cock throbbed with desire, wanting to enjoy more of this harsh punishment. He wished he could stick his hole arm up inside her and grab her insides and pull them out. He pushed his fist deeper until he felt the pressure on her cervix, grinding his knuckles back and forth deep inside her pussy, her insides clinging to his flesh. His larger upper arm was slowly being swallowed by her pussy lips, straining to take it inside her as she cried out in pain. The leather belt around her hips strained as she tried to jerk away from him, but only succeeding in making her tighter as her muscles fought the painful intrusion. “NNNOOO, STTTTTOOPPP.” She was sure this was more painful than having a baby, his large arm forcing her pussy lips to strain to the breaking point. His fist was buried deep in her belly, pounding against her delicate sex organs, Sloane afraid he would ruin her forever. She felt him pull his fist back, her insides clinging painfully to it as he did. It only moved a couple of inches before it pushed back in again, the pain rushing into her sex as it pounded her cervix harshly. He began to fuck her with his fist, feeling her insides drawn out as he pulled his fist up her clenching hole. He enjoyed the pained look on her face, the tears racing down her face as he pulled his thick fist out of her. He grunted as he punched back in again, using all his power to shove his fist deep inside her cunt. It only traveled a short distance but he enjoyed the scream of pain he tore from her lips as he did. His cock was jerking in pleasure beneath his robe as he began to fist fuck her. He drew his fist out as far as he could, her pussy lips clinging to his arm as he did. Then he would punch her deep, driving his fist into her clenching hole with as much power as he could. He punched in and out, grinding his fist on her cervix when he was buried deep inside her, her pussy lips drawn tightly over his lower arm, then yanking out her guts as he pulled his fist out. Sloane was screaming in pain, her lips drawn back, biting her lip as his fist moved in and out of her newly ravished sex, tearing and stretching her insides to the breaking point. She couldn’t believe the pain between her legs, the ropes digging painfully into her ankles as she yanked on them to escape his fist. She wished she were dead, the fat fist beat her body into submission.

His hand moved with greater ease as her insides were beaten into submission, her insides clinging as his fist moved with ease inside her. He enjoyed the way her pussy lips clung to his arm as his hand moved in and out, her head thrashed back and forth in pain. He enjoyed the hot, tight pussy that clung to his hand as he shoved his fist deep inside her body, his arm engulfed by her pussy, her asshole gaping beneath it. He gave her three, quick rabbit punches with his fist, driving it deep into her belly, gasps of pain coming from her lips as she was punched from inside. He finally stopped, drawing his fist out of her pussy, straightening out his fingers before drawing them through her tightly stretched pussy lips to pop out with an audible sound. His hand was slick with oil and her juices, from the tip of his fingers to his lower arm. “EEEEEGGGH,” she screamed one last time as her lips stretched to the breaking point as his hand popped out of her sex. Her insides felt torn and battered, her muscles beaten into submission by his fist. He gazed at her pussy, her lips still pulled back wide, the dark hole looking so forbidding as it slowly closed. He didn’t give her time to recover, one finger sliding back over her perineum to tickle over her virgin asshole. He slipped his finger, suddenly and without regard deep into her asshole with a single flick of his hand. She cried out again, the relief from his fist leaving her sex replaced when she felt his finger slip inside her backside, her tiny hole pulled open and his finger forced inside. It hurt less than the fist in her sex, but it was the humiliation of being entered in such a private place, his finger pressing against her rectal muscles, cramps hitting her stomach as he touched her inside her bowels. She continued to sob as the finger twisted and turned inside her, always seeking greater depths of her bowels. She feared him, now two fingers stretching her anus until it burned like fire, his knuckles banging her intimate hole painfully. The fingers were thick, her anus stretched wide to accommodate the harsh knuckles as they passed through her anal ring. Her insides were so hot and tight, her muscles uncontrollably clenching onto his fingers as they sought to push them out. He pushed hard into her rectum, his fingers bending painfully inside her before he ravaged her asshole with two thick fingers. Mary had already learned to take a cock in her asshole, sodomized while drugged. But Sloane would have to be opened first before she participated in the anal race. He wanted to fuck her asshole, not render it torn and bleeding. “Such a sucking hole. It will draw your cock into the depths of her guts.” The men would enjoy her, teaching her to pleasure them with her tight muscles. He gave her two quick thrusts inside her asshole, each time a scream torn from her lips as he ravished her virgin asshole. She couldn’t believe the pain, coming from deep inside her. She couldn’t believe that these men would want to touch her in such a foul place, let alone putting their organs in it. She was relieved when he pulled his fingers from her, her ass cheeks closing tight to protect her nether hole from his fingers. “She’s ready. How is the other one doing? Is she cooperative?” All of the men looked over at Mary, the pained expression on her face as she rode the pony. Mary had watched as Father Michael had molested her sister, sticking a fist between her legs. Mary was still a virgin, not sure why they had not taken it

from her yet. Each morning they had inspected her intimately and she had been forced to perform oral sex on a long line of Priests, the men delighting in forcing their thick flesh down her throat. She had learned quickly how to please them, her lips and tongue racing over their thick members until she swallowed their seed. She hated the salty, thick fluid that filled her mouth, but she had learned quickly that punishment was administered for disobedience. She hated it when they swung her naked body over the pony, her weight forcing her sex down on the sharp ridge of wood. They left her alone for a while, content to watch Father Michael work on Sloane. Mary’s crotch ached terribly, the wooden ridge feeling as if it were the edge of a knife after only a couple of minutes. She tried to move to find a more comfortable spot, but each movement ignited a sharp pain in her loins, only retreating into the terrible ache after she stayed still. “How does it feel Mary?” The two Priests moved close to her, their eyes racing up and down her naked body. The Priest’s hand moved to lightly caress her ass cheeks, seeing her body grow rigid as she strove to hold still in spite of his probing fingers. His fingers rubbed along her sweat drenched crack until he found her defenseless asshole, her body jerking away from his finger when he touched her hot wrinkled opening. “Don’t touch me there,” she screamed out in pain as she jerked her hips away from the rude fingering of her backside. She found out too late, screaming in pain as her split pussy lips slid along the rough edge of the ridge, tearing her tender, sensitive flesh. She couldn’t even fathom the pain that raced through her loins. She felt the finger returning, Mary taking a deep breath as she braced her body to hold still in spite of the strange feeling of his touch on her backside. He watched her jerk on the pony, delighting the way the wood split her pussy. His finger returned to her ass cheeks, lightly running over her taut cheeks before moving back down her crack again. “Now hold still this time. I wouldn’t want you to cut that lovely cunt.” His finger pressed on her wrinkled hole, running his finger around her tight hole, feeling her muscles clench tight as she tried to keep his finger out. He waited patiently, positive that she would find resistance futile. And painful. She kept her body still, but tightened her butt cheeks, but at the same time her pussy clenched, clenched on the thick wood that split her apart. It hurt worse. He didn’t move his finger, the uncomfortable feeling of having someone touching such an intimate hole disturbing. It reminded her of the reoccurring nightmares she had of the devil taking her up her backside, the dreams almost too real as she relived the painful experience of taking the Devil’s weapon up her backside. She couldn’t bear the pain any longer, releasing her grip on the finger. She waited, relieved that the finger didn’t move. He could almost feel her pulse in her asshole, the tiny hole throbbing with her heartbeat. He was so mesmerized with her pulse that his finger just sat there for long minutes. As he grew bored, he pressed with his finger, driving the tip of his finger into her waiting asshole, feeling her tight hole slip around the first knuckle. “EEEEHHH! OWWWWW!” It felt terrible to be impaled by his finger, even worse when she tried to jerk away from him, the wood making mincemeat of

her tender sex. It felt as if it were ripping her skin. She pushed back, unfortunately his finger waiting for her, forcing her to impale her backside on his waiting digit. “OOOHHH,” she moaned as his finger was slowly swallowed by her backside, her anal ring stretching around his knuckle, burning as her backside throbbed in pain. It felt so uncomfortable to have a finger in her backside, feeling it moving around as she struggled to stay still. Even the slightest movement sent sharp driving pain through her crotch. How could they do such a thing? She bit her lip as she felt the finger pushing harder, sliding harshly inside her anal passage, his fingertip pressing hard against the soft sides, her stomach cramping from the evil probing. She couldn’t even control her muscles any longer, her backside clenching open and closed uncontrollably, each time her sex clenched onto the sharp ridge of wood painfully. The Priest’s head moved close to Mary, whispering in her ear. “Such a nice tight hole,” pressing his finger against the sides of her asshole, feeling her jerk in pain. His other hand reached down to rub sensuously over one of her naked breasts, enjoying the feel of her firm flesh. “And such lovely tits.” He pinched her nipple until he felt the unmistakable hardness as the tip sprang erect from his caress. It was bad enough when one of the Priests touched her, her breast and backside fondled by him, but the other joined in. His lips went to her other breast, finding her nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue wagging back and forth over it as his mouth suctioned the tip to stretch out. “NNOOO!” She begged them both, finding her sex lightly stroked by the Priest, his finger moving up and down her slit, Mary unable to do anything as she stayed perfectly still, balancing painfully on the wooden wedge that split her sex. The finger in her backside was deep in her bowels now, sure that he found the soft turd forming inside her, ashamed as he continued to probe her guts. “EEEEEHH, it hurts!” The finger had moved to her pleasure button, lightly pushing aside the hood that protected it, leaving it open and vulnerable to his finger, feeling the calloused fingertip rub over the soft tissue. She tried to stay as still as possible, but it was hard, four hands fondling her so intimately. And it wasn’t all pain any longer, the finger that rubbed her pleasure button brought her the pleasure that she did when she masturbated. It was just difficult, the finger in her backside always reminding her of the humiliation of being stroked in such an obscene place while the other finger brought pleasure to her. They continued to take liberties with her body, seeing her hips begin to rock back and forth as the pleasure began to settle in. “OOOOHH,” she moaned in pleasure as her slit rubbed harshly on the unyielding wood ridge. It hurt, but it also felt good at the same time, the fingers in her backside and the one rubbing her pleasure button driving her back and forth over the rough wood. Her body was sweating as she suffered under their rude fondling, unable to control her own hips as they rocked precariously back and forth over the rough wooden wedge. The finger in her backside hurt terribly as the Priest bent it, her insides forced wide to accept the thick finger. “NNNNOO!” A second finger entered her backside, the sharp burning as her anal ring stretched unbelievably wide to accept the cruel fingering of her backside. She felt the hard knuckles banging against her anal ring before they breached the

tight hole and pushed inside. “OOOEEEEE,” she screamed in pain as her hips slid forward, her sex ripped apart by the sharp edge of wood. “No More!” She couldn’t stand the pain, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle by a sharp knife. She had to get off of the pony. “I’ll do anything.” She surrendered. “She is ready Father Michael.” The Priest pulled his finger out of her asshole, but not before eliciting one last scream, his fingers opening up wide inside her as they pulled out. The other Priest pinched her clit. Hard. Her hips driving back and forth as she tore her pussy on the rough wooden wedge that split her lips. She fell to the floor when they pulled her off the pony, Mary’s hands cradling her sex. She was surprised she wasn’t bleeding, the pain so horrific. Her sister Sloane was released from the bondage, her stripped naked body was thrown next to Mary, both of them sobbing. “The girls will be our ponies in the race. The first one to drive your pony over the line wins. The losing pony will suffer the consequences. Her body will be spread; wax from burning candles will dance over her naked flesh. Her most intimate parts of her body will not be spared the pain of the hot wax.” Father Michael announced the contest. “The two handlers will be Joshua and Mathew. They have both contributed greatly to our convent. They will get the honors of the young girls. Prepare the girls.” Mary and Sloane found their bodies surrounded by the Priests, both of them fearing the rope in their hands. They were both forced onto their hands and knees, hands hauling their butts up submissively. Their heads were shoved down onto the cold, stone floor, their wrists yanked harshly back between their legs until they felt the rough rope wound tightly around their wrists and then each arm tied to the corresponding ankle. They still didn’t understand what was going to happen. If they did, they would have screamed in terror. Joshua and Mathew came into the room. They were both in their sixties, widowed, their children grown. Both were wealthy businessmen with plenty of money. They also both harbored sexual desires for young girls, Father Michael providing them with an abundant supply of unwilling girls that could be forced to accommodate their twisted desires. Today would be a treat. An anal race. Mary and Sloane had been bound on their knees, their legs spread, their sex open and available. But it was not their sex that would be used today. They would be sodomized by the two men. Their powerful thrusts up the girl’s virgin assholes would drive the girls forward on their knees. The first one to cross the line would win, the men’s lust emptied into the waiting bowels. The loser forced to suffer the hot candle wax on her naked body. And the finish line was a long distance, affording the men adequate time inside the hot, clenching holes of the young unwilling girls. Sloane’s head was pressed to the hard floor, hearing Mary already sobbing. She watched as the two strangers removed their clothing, their eyes lusting after the girls youthful, naked bodies. She was afraid of the way they were tied, their butts almost submissively thrust up into the air. Mary was still a virgin. Would they take that from her now? She hated how old the men were, older than her Father. How they forced them to perform their perversions.

Joshua kneeled next to Sloane, his hand lightly touching her to push the hair from her face. “My name is Joshua. You’re such a lovely girl.” He stroked his cock while he talked to her. He couldn’t believe how long and hard it got. The first sight of her tiny asshole brought such pleasure to his organ, her ass thrust up, ready for him to enter her. “Please don’t hurt me,” Sloane begged. She saw how big his organ was, his hand stroking it. “I’m going to stick my cock up your asshole. I’m going to enjoy your hot, tight virgin asshole very much. My powerful thrusts with my hips are going to drive you forward. Hard and fast I will fuck you until you cross the finish line. Only then will I empty my seed in your guts. Father Michael will punish the girl that loses, her body covered with hot, dripping wax. You better be the first one. Or else.” Joshua picked up the pitcher of warm oil, spreading some of it on his hand, the rest running over the head of his cock. His hand rubbed the thick shaft, watching as it began to glisten in the torchlight of the room. Mathew was already told that Mary was not a virgin in her asshole, Father Michael telling of taking her as she was drugged. She would still be hot and tight, the younger of the two sisters. He bent down, rubbing his cock on her face, seeing the look in her eyes. The look of terror. “This is for you Mary. I’m going to sodomize you. Do you know what that means? She shook her head no, crying as he ran his filthy member over her smooth cheeks. She could feel how hard and hot it was. “It means I’m going to shove it up your backside. It’s going to hurt as I split you open. Scream all you want, I enjoy that. Then I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you hard until I drive your little naked body over the finish line. I’m going to enjoy dumping my cum into your hot bowels. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a hot, tight asshole.” He stood up, stroking his cock as he oiled it for the sodomy. “Line them up,” Father Michael ordered the Priests, the girls picked up and lined up on the starting line, their asses raised up high for sacrifice. Their slim legs were drawn apart, their cheeks separating, the tiny assholes just a tiny speck on their white cheeks. “You have two minutes to get inside your girl before we start. Make sure you don’t tear them too much. Others want to enjoy the pleasures of their young bodies.” Sloane turned around as Joshua knelt behind her. His hard organ was glistening with the oil. It was huge, much bigger than Samuel’s and that hurt when he took her virginity. She was sure that this was going to be much more painful. Especially their evil intentions of driving their bound bodies over a finish line, the only way to push them was with the powerful thrusts of their organs in their backsides. She could only sob, knowing that no amount of pleading would do any good. In fact, she suspected that they would enjoy their cries of pain. It felt as if a large rock was shoved against her tiny hole. Only this one was flesh, hot, hard flesh, pulsating on her tender backside. She could almost feel it throb. His hands dug into her hips, drawing her butt up into the air, her head forced harder onto the cold floor. His legs pushed between hers, his hairy legs rubbing harshly against her tender inner thighs as he forced her thighs to spread, her crotch feeling as if it were split up the middle. He began to pull her back onto his

throbbing member as if she were a boot. The head of his member was huge, forcing her tiny hole to spread open, her tiny anal ring burning as it stretched unnaturally. “NNNOOO!” It hurt fiercely, his organ unrelenting as he pulled her onto his thick shaft. Joshua tugged her back onto his cock, feeling her muscles tighten as she fought his advances. She was unbelievably tight, his hand holding his cock stiff as he sought entrance to her asshole. He loved her groans of pain as the head of his cock began to breach her asshole, watching as her ring spread wide over the head of his cock, glad he had oiled his cock well. “EEEEHHHH,” he groaned in pleasure as her anal ring suddenly slipped over the head of his cock, the tight muscles gripping it almost possessively just under the head. It felt like a tight glove slipped over it, engulfing the head of his cock in a tight grip. She was sure that she was bleeding as she screamed in pain. The fiery burning in her backside raced to her brain, her muscles clenching uncontrollably on his thick member as it breached her opening to plunge into her rectum. How it hurt so bad, feeling the jerking flesh inside pressing unnaturally against her rectal muscles, her backside spread obscenely wide. “No, don’t move!” It hurt even worse when he moved, feeling his hips still pressing his organ deeper into her. He couldn’t contain his lust, his cock jerking pleasurably inside her hot, tight clenching asshole. With only two minutes to prepare her, he gripped her hips harder, tugging her onto his cock as he would a boot, feeling her insides pushed apart by his raging cock. He pulled back, then thrust back in, each time sending his cock deeper into the depths of her bowels. She was panting and sobbing as she endured his hard probing, forced to swallow his ruthless cock in her asshole. He made her scream when his cock jerked inside her, pushing painfully against her organs as her guts massaged his cock with her soft insides. It was like a silk blanket covered his cock, her muscles forced to grip it almost possessively as he entered her bowels. His shaft pushed in and out, each time her insides feeling as if they were being tugged out by the powerful suction of his thick member. It would then push back in again, touching new parts of her, parts that were not meant to be touched, igniting deep cramps in her stomach. It felt as if an iron bar was being shoved inside her, her bowels forced to straighten out as it bore into her soul. Unbelievably she felt it, his stomach pushed against her naked cheeks. He had all of his member inside her, the jerking, throbbing member deep into her guts. She wished she could curl into a ball, her stomach aching from the powerful cramps that raced through her body. Mary cried as she was forced up into the air, the thick shaft placed against her backside. The images of the Devil taking her up her backside flashed through her brain when Mathew shoved hard with his hips, driving the hard flesh into her rectum with a powerful thrust, her anus forced to engulf the head of his member. “OOOOWWWW,” her voice rang out in pain as his thick flesh buried deep into her rectum, pressing against her muscles as they clenched unnaturally on his flesh, trying to drive it from her body. She pushed her backside back, trying to force his member from her bottom.

He pushed deeper into her as her hips wagged from side to side, trying to push him out. She only succeeded in bringing such pleasure to his organ as he drove his cock into the depths of her bowels, her insides clinging to his organ. Her head was thrown back in pain, as he pulled out, paused, then thrust back in to drive his cock into her guts. He finally drove his cock inside her, her anus clinging to the root of his shaft, stretched tightly around his organ. It felt like his cock was in a hot, furnace, her insides clenching to his thick shaft so tightly. He was going to enjoy this. The pain was unbelievable, his thick flesh forcing her butt up into the air as shooting pains raced through her abdomen, her insides forced straight by his rigid member. The images of the Devil shoving in and out of her backside, his long fingernails teasing her flesh as his thick flesh took her up her backside raced through her mind. She trembled in fear when she heard Father Michael’s voice. “Ready. Get Set. GO!” The other Priests all watch as Joshua and Mathew pulled their cocks until only the heads were gripped by their asshole. One of the rules was that they had to stay embedded in the girl’s asshole all during the race. Sloane was sure that she was ruined for life, her backside torn beyond repair. Joshua had shoved his thick member inside her with such a powerful thrust that it took her breath away, her scream just a muffled sound as her knees scraped painfully against the rough stone of the floor. His flesh felt as if it never ended, driving deep inside her, her body thrust along the floor as her muscles sought the rude intrusion up her backside. It finally banged deep inside her guts, her stomach turning in pain as the cramps raced through her body. She couldn’t even breathe as she felt it tugging her guts out as it withdrew, only to plunge back into her with an even harder thrust. “EEEEGGG,” her anal ring giving up the fight as it clung to the shaft of his member as he slid in and out of her ruptured backside. Each time her knees would scrape along the floor, bleeding as the sharp rock scraped them. She was being shoved forcefully along the floor, his thick instrument used to jerk her along. She sobbed in pain and misery as Joshua sent his thick flesh deep into her churning guts, driving it straight into the depths of her bowels. She cried and begged him to stop, his cock jerking in pleasure at her screams of pain, sodomized for the sport. He drove his cock deep into her with each powerful thrust, following along behind her as her asshole swallowed his cock. He used deep thrusts that punched her in her guts, her groans of pain igniting further cruelty, twisting his cock inside her as he spiked her. He began to ream her out, her ravaged asshole clinging defensibly on his throbbing prick. Mary couldn’t believe the cruelty of Mathew as he ravaged her backside with his weapon. Her insides were churned with the thick head of flesh that buried deep inside of her, shoving her along the floor, her head banging hard against the rock as her arms were pulled back high to her ankles. She scraped along as his thick weapon shot into the deepest part of her guts, sending shooting pain in her stomach. Her insides were beat into submission by his rampaging weapon, thrust in and out with a blur, Mary crying out in pain and humiliation as he used her in such a perverted way. The other Priests were cheering him on as she took his rigid flesh in and out her clinging anus, her anal ring gliding up and down his rigid shaft, feeling every bump, ridge and vein on the thick shaft.

Mathew fought to keep from cumming, her clenching insides bringing such joy to his cock, his balls tingling as he fought the urge to cum. He shoved harder, Mary ahead of Sloane, deep punishing thrusts in her asshole driving ear piercing screams from Mary’s lips. He sighed in satisfaction as her muscles clung to his cock. “Take that!” He shoved harder, her knees dragging along the floor as it felt as if his cock would burst into her stomach almost any time, driving so deep inside her that he could feel the soft turds forming in her guts. She grunted and groaned as he reamed her out, sweating as he exerted all his energy to shove her young, naked body over the finish line. He looked down, her anal ring stretched tightly over his shaft, light trace of blood on his cock as he sodomized her with deep, powerful thrusts. It only took three minutes to cross the finish line, the race close all the way to the end. But Mathew was the ultimate winner, his last thrust shoving Mary almost into the air to send her bound, naked body over the finish line, his cock embedded deep into her bowels. Her scream was inhuman as he drove his cock into her as if it were a lance, buried deep into her clenching guts while his balls tingled in pleasure, shooting the first load of cum into her waiting rectal passage. He exploded deep inside her, his hot, salty cum filling her soft, round asshole with his abundant sperm. He jerked her on and off of his cock as he came inside her, his cock swelling as he came. It felt as though Mary was impaled on a pole as her body was thrown over the finish line. He drove his thick shaft so deep inside her that she could almost feel it coming out her throat. He punched her deep inside with his thick weapon, using her soft insides brutally until she sobbed and whimpered in pain. Then she felt it, just like in her dream, her insides bathed with the hot fluid that burned her ravished insides with its caustic seed. Her stomach swelled as he continued to cum, his cock stretching her wider as it grew thicker, the head spewing his filthy seed in her intimate hole. Joshua fucked Sloane’s asshole with all his strength, driving his cock inside her, pushing her body along the rough floor as he sodomized her sobbing, weeping body. Her muscles clung to his cock as he drove his shaft inside her soft insides, always just a step behind Mathew and Mary. “Take that!” He rodded her with his thick shaft, busting her asshole open with his cock. He slapped her ass as he ground his hips against her ass cheeks nosily, driving his cock deep into the depths of her virgin passage. He pulled out, her insides clinging to his flesh submissively, driving back into her guts with a powerful thrust that shoved her along the floor. They cheered as Mathew drove Mary unceremoniously over the finish line, Sloane’s young body right behind. He gave her a series of powerful short, thrusts that punched deep in her guts as he came in her asshole, sending a powerful jet of slippery, thick cum into her bowels. Her insides were ruined, her muscles giving up as his thick shaft shoved in and out of her damaged hole. She was finally shoved across the finish line, Joshua pulling her back onto his thick member to jab his shaft into her guts that punched her from the inside, her stomach turning from the cramps it created. Then she felt it, humiliated as he dumped his demon seed inside her, her insides blasted with the hot seed, bathing her ravished insides. It burned as he shoved it deep inside her bowels with a powerful thrust, feeling it jerk and shudder as it

continued to shoot her with his seed. She was relieved when she felt it softening inside her, a few quick pumps before he pulled it from her, feeling the uncomfortable feeling as her hole stayed open, his seed leaking from the ravished hole. “You’ll pay for losing Sloane.” Joshua stood up. He dressed quickly, his cock already flaccid. “Mary is the winner. Take her to her cell. Let her bathe first. Take Sloane to her cell. I will be in soon. She will learn of the delight of having her body bathed in hot wax. She will scream nicely for us.” The girls were dragged from the room, neither of them able to walk, their assholes ruptured from the brutal sodomy. Sloane couldn’t even think of the consequences, her body too riddled in pain.

Chapter 7 Candle Play Sloane was dragged from the room, her naked body tossed into the adjoining cell. At least Mary was being carried back to her room, Sloane glad she could protect her sister from the fate that was about to be bestowed on her. She was afraid of what they were going to do as they pushed her down on the hard wooden table, her arms thrust over her head into the waiting metal clamps situated into the corners of the table. She felt the sharp bite of the heavy metal as it dug into her wrists, pinning her arms down, her palms facing up. Her arms were stretched tightly to the two corners, spread wide. Her breasts rose up from the position. She felt the leather belt pin her waist to the table, sucking in her breath as they made it too tight, Sloane barely able to fill her lungs. She knew better than protest, the two Priests smiling down at her naked bound body. One of them looked up between her legs, his large hand encircling one of her thin ankles and spread it wide to the corner of the table. He gazed at her sex as his hands snapped the metal clamp, snapping it down sharply, Sloane crying out in pain as a piece of skin was caught in the clamp as it snapped shut. “Sorry about that Princess,” he teased her. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he laughed. He unceremoniously grabbed her other ankle and spread it wide. “Such a lovely pussy.” He snapped her other ankle in the clamp, seeing her testing the bondage, finding it futile to fight the unyielding metal clamps. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up her sleek inner thighs, enjoying the way her body jerked from his touch. Sloane looked over as the door opened nosily with a creak, not able to fully see who was entering. She could hear the clomping of feet, more than one. Suddenly a shadow covered her face, Father Michael looking down at her. “It’s too bad you lost Sloane. I would have preferred your sister, but I am sure that her turn will come.” He had brought two other men, all patrons of the Convent, all rewarded with a chance at the girls. “This is Peter and Gabriel. They are here to delight in your lovely body. I’m sure you will be very cooperative once you suffer under the hot wax. It has a way of making girls perform well. She had already been taken by the men in all of her orifices, but the thought of the two of them taking her again, especially if they did it in her backside would be painful It still burned and hurt from the sodomy, not how sure she would be able to take a thick weapon up there again. It was the hot wax that she worried about now. Her body was tied tightly to the table, sure that it was on purpose. She wouldn’t even be able to move an inch away from the hot wax. “I’m Peter,” the man said, beginning to take off the robe he was wearing. He stroked his cock as he peered down at the young girl. He was in his late fifties, his wife died a few years ago, his children grown and moved away. He had time to indulge in his fantasies, a successful career as a merchant providing him with a generous amount of wealth. He had met Father Michael a year ago and they had instantly become friends. Especially when Father Michael always had an endless supply of young girls. They weren’t necessarily willing, but that didn’t bother him. As long as they were available. Father Michael had taught him to allow his

most perverted dreams to become reality. Always for a price. He saw the look of fear in her eyes when he climbed onto the table, scrambling up to kneel on both sides of her head, his hand holding out his erect cock, stroking it as it hardened in lust. She knew what he wanted when he climbed on the table, unable to do anything as he kneeled, his legs on both sides of her head, his naked butt settling back almost onto her upper chest. “MMMM,” she mumbled as his heavy weight sank onto her chest, driving the little precious air from her lungs. His throbbing member was in front of her lips, only inches away. It was long, at least seven or eight inches. He might be older, but never the less he was hard. The head of his member was almost dark red, the hole in the end already leaking fluids. “Oh, you want to breathe?” He sat up from her chest, seeing her relief as she sucked in air. “Then accommodate me with your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” His cock jerked in pleasure as he felt her hot breath on the end of his cock, the thought of her hot, moist lips encircling his cock thrilling him. Her tongue submissively pushed out. She had no choice, her tongue snaking out of her mouth as she waited for the first touch of his hot member on her tongue. She saw him push his hips forward until his member hit her tongue, Sloane pulling it back into her mouth from the first touch. She knew better, pushing it out again, licking her lips as she let it tentatively run over the head of his organ. She hated it when they took her in her mouth in spite of the many times they used her in this manner. It was filthy to take their foul tasting organ in her mouth, especially when they filled her mouth with their seeds, forcing her to swallow it. The taste of his salty seed instantly filled her mouth as she felt his organ jerk as her tongue rubbed back and forth over the tip. His hips moved forward and Sloane knew what was required of her. She opened her mouth into an oval, her lips wet as she waited for his organ to spear her lips. He couldn’t wait any longer, delighting in the way she opened her mouth submissively for his cock, his hips shooting forward until his cock touched her lips. His hand moved his cock around her lips, enjoying her soft sensual skin on his cock. He began to rub it harder, moving it inside her lips, stretching her lips open wider. “Yes, it’s big.” He almost came when his cock began to slide inside her mouth, feeling her lips instantly tightening on his thick shaft. “Your tongue. Use your tongue.” Her tongue came alive, dancing on his cock as he began a gentle rhythm with his hips, each time breaching her mouth farther inside. He bent over slightly so he could get a good angle as he pressed deeper into her waiting mouth, her innocent eyes staring up at him as he began to slide his cock in and out of her tight mouth. “GGGGHH,” she gagged as his thick member filled her mouth with his hot flesh. She couldn’t stop him as he pressed deeper into her mouth, his hips moving back and forth. “MMMGGG,” her cheeks pushed out as he angled his organ against the inside of her cheek. Father Michael was busy while Peter was using her mouth. He brought over the large collection of candles, most of them dark colored to outline the wax on her pale white skin. They were made of different types of wax. Certain waxes burned hotter than others, and it was important to use the right wax in the right

places. He wanted to inflict pain on her body, but not render it useless. He had a large candle already burning in a large holder to use to light the others. “Would you like to begin Gabriel? You can start with her feet, especially the soles and inner toes. A very hot burning wax would be appropriate. The black candle should catch her attention.” Gabriel grabbed the black taper, lighting it, holding it on an angle so it would begin to melt the wax. Father Michael grabbed Sloane’s toes, spreading two of them open as Gabriel dripped the hot wax between her two toes. Right on the sensitive skin between them. Sloane couldn’t do anything but gurgle on the thick flesh that split her lips open. She felt a tingling on her toes, almost as if someone was touching her there, almost forgetting Father Michael and the other man. She was too concerned with servicing Peter’s organ, hoping to make him cum and get it over with. His organ kept banging against the back of her throat, choking and gagging as he held it in the breach, Sloane’s body on edge as she waited for him to send it down her gullet. “EEEEEEWWW,” she screamed as best she could, Peter’s organ still plugging her mouth with the thick shaft. She felt this unbelievable pain in her toes, a fiery pain that raced through her legs. Of all the things they did to her, this was worse. She felt fumbling with her toes again and then the sharp pain raced through her body. Her only relief was that Peter got off her body, pulling his organ from her mouth, but not before he left some of his pubic hairs in her mouth, making her gag each time it pushed to the back to her throat. She now saw what was happening. Gabriel was holding a black taper above her toes, while Father Michael held her toes apart, the hot wax dripping onto her skin. She saw the wax drip from the end of the candle almost as if it were in slow motion, falling down until it hit her skin with almost a splat, the pain instantaneous. She tugged on her ankles, but the metal cuffs only cut into her skin. Gabriel was enjoying it, moving up to her ankles, leaving a trail of hot wax as he moved up her leg. He enjoyed every grunt of pain, her body jerking in pain as the hot wax fell onto her tender skin, turning it red as it slowly ran down her skin until it dried and stuck to her. He would move the candle, looking for a new spot that had not been touched by the wax, igniting a fresh burn on her flesh. Her leg was jerking up and down, banging painfully against the metal cuffs as she fought to get away from the hot wax. But Gabriel was everywhere, Sloan’s eyes tightly clenched in pain as the hot, molten wax dripped painfully on her skin. The worst part was when he touched her inner knee, the skin tender, just like her inner thighs would be, the wax moving up her bound and spread legs. “EEEGG,” she screamed in pain as the wax dripped on her inner thigh, igniting a pain that raced up her leg as it burnt her tender skin. She felt it cool as it slid down her leg, another scream as the taper ran up higher, finding a new spot to burn. Gabriel was enjoying the way her body jerked, her legs trying to close as the dark wax covered her white inner thighs. He moved closer to her pussy, one eye on her spread lips, enjoying the dark, forbidden hole that was exposed. He moved to the other side, starting at her knee and working up her thighs until he reached her crotch, the tenderest skin where her legs were joined. He paid special attention to this patch of flesh, the taper above, slowly dripping the hot wax on her flesh. Her ass tried to jerk away, but the belt kept her pinned to the

table, Gabriel wishing he was inside her as she jerked around. He could only imagine her hot, tight insides clenching possessively on his thick cock. “My turn,” Peter standing next to her head, a long blue candle in his hand. He stood poised above her chest. She felt some relief when Gabriel stopped, afraid as he got so close to her sex. But her relief was short lived when she felt the wax dripping down onto her bosom, the splat as the hot wax touched the top of her breast. She arched her back, sticking her breasts out farther as the pain raced through her chest. She looked down, watching as the hot wax dripped onto her naked breast, moving closer and closer to her areola and nipple. She felt a bolster slide under her back, her chest forced out obscenely as if she were offering up her breasts for the wicked wax. Peter continued, the candle dangling over her breast as the flame burned the wax into a molten fluid that dripped down from the end. “OOOOHHH, GGGGODDDD,” she cried out as the hot molten wax slapped onto her areola, barely missing her nipple. The pain was intense, her eyes watering as her body suffered the burning that felt as if she were ruined for life. How could they do such a thing to a girl? She looked up to see a smiling Peter looking down at her. Peter loved the way the blue wax covered her dark areola. He also noticed that her nipple was erect, sure that it wasn’t from arousal, just from the pain. It didn’t matter, making it a bigger target for the wax. He tipped the wax again, his aim good as it dripped the hot wax on the other side of her areola. He heard her scream, his cock jerking in pleasure. She could only shake her chest, her bosom moving up and down, the wax dripping half way down her breast before it cooled. Peter enjoyed her screams, the flaming candle dancing above her bound body. She braced herself for the next drip of the candle, but no amount of bracing could have prepared her for the pain. Peter aimed carefully as he let the flame melt the wax, holding it at an angle until the last minute. He was very accurate, watching as they wax fell onto her nipple, the blue wax spreading, to engulf her erect nipple in a sea of pain before running down until it cooled. If felt as if a dagger was jammed into her nipple, a shooting pain that tore an inhuman scream from her lips. “GGGGGODDDDD,”EEEEEEHHHH,” her high pitched shrill bouncing off the wall. She had never felt such pain before. Nothing they had done before to her could compare to this. It felt like long minutes, not seconds until the wax dried. Even then the wax was still warm, covering her burnt nipple in a blanket of pain. Another drop of wax dripped down, covering the other one, the pain not as bad, her nipple protected by the blanket of hard wax. It still melted some of the dried wax, the warmth racing through her encircled nipple. She could feel the wax tighten on her nipple as it hardened, almost as if it were pinching it. She could stop it from making her nipple swell, the wax tightening more. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, Peter moved to the other side, a new candle lit to work on her untouched breast. A pink nipple, hard and erect, waiting for the excruciating pain of the molten wax.

Peter let the flame burn the wax slowly, enjoying the look in her eyes as she waited for the inevitable rush of pain that would engulf her breast. He turned the candle down, the hot, molten wax falling from the end. It hit her breast with almost a thud, a small shower of hot wax falling on her white bosom, teasing so close to her areola. She jerked in pain, trying to escape but the tight bondage gave her little room to move. Another drip, this one sliding down the side of her breast until the river of wax cooled, the hard wax sticking to her skin. It hurt each time he dripped the wax on her sensitive breast, but she managed to hold her scream, knowing that he would soon be covering her nipple with the hot wax. His fingers even played with her nipple, pinching and twisting it until it grew harder, poking out to give him a bigger target. The hot wax seemed to hover over her nipple until it finally broke free of the tip of the candle, racing down and engulfing her nipple in a sea of pain. “EEEEEGHHHH,” she screamed out as the pain laced through her breast. It hurt worse than the other one, Sloane not sure how much longer she could stand the cruel pain. The pain engulfed her nipple, the molten wax encircling her pink nipple in a sea of pain. Her nipple felt as though it was being gripped by a hand, the wax engulfing it in a tight bond. She shook her breasts as much as the bondage allowed. Peter enjoyed the look on her face as she suffered under the hot candle. Both of her breasts were covered in blue wax, molding to her flesh as if it were skin tight clothes. He pinched one of her nipples, peeling the dried wax off to reveal a dark, hard red nipple, sensitive to his touch. Father Michael looked down at her, her lovely naked body spread on the table. “Time for Gabriel to show Sloane what real pain is about. Don’t use the hot candles. We wouldn’t want to destroy that lovely pussy. I’m sure you will want to enjoy it.” “NO! Please NO!!” She screamed out when she saw Gabriel lighting a green candle so close to her hips. They couldn’t be even thinking of doing such a thing to her sex. Gabriel was too eager, lighting the candle and letting the end begin to melt the wax. He slipped close to her; already letting the small drops of wax drip down on the table before it even reached her white flesh. The first drop fell on her hipbone, the green wax sticking to her tender skin. Her body jerked when it dropped on her. He began to inch the candle along her tender abdomen, letting it fall all along her flesh, enjoying the way she sucked in her stomach each time the wax touched her flesh. It was almost constant now, the hot wax falling with regularity, always seeking out new, tender flesh to burn. She couldn’t move as it moved from one hip to the other, high above her sex, but she knew it was only temporary. Her breathing was ragged, forced to suck in her gut as the pain raced through her body. Then she felt it, the hot wax dripping down on her labia, splatting on her puffy lips and running down to burn the tender crease of her leg. “EEEEGGG,” she moaned pitifully, her body jerking in pain. She saw Peter move close to her, eyeing her sex. Gabriel continued to cover her puffy lips with hot wax, enjoying the way her body jerked in pain as he engulfed her pussy in the green wax. “Hold her open for me,” he instructed Peter, seeing him more than willing to comply.

She felt Peter’s fingers on her sex, pulling back one of her lips, the hardened wax pulling from body. “Not inside!” She begged for some compassion, but she saw none in their eyes. Her body braced for the cruel pain that she knew was coming. She didn’t have to wait long, Peter and Gabriel all too eager. The pain was excruciating, far worse than she could have imagined. Gabriel’s cock jerked in pleasure, straining his tight trousers as Peter opened up her pussy, her pink insides exposed to the bright light of the room. And exposed to the candle that was poised above her. Gabriel held it as long as he could, balancing it to keep the molten wax from dripping from the end, wanting to make sure that he dripped the most wax he could. It finally fell from the end, a large dark clump of dripping wax that hit the inside of her right lip, spreading and spraying her sensitive pink flesh with the hot wax. “OH GOD!” Her scream rang out against the stone walls. “EEEEGGGHHH!!” The pain was incredible, feeling as if she were branded like a horse, the wax searing the heat into her flesh. She couldn’t breathe, her chest rising and falling as she tried to suck in air. “NNNNOO!” Peter was peeling back her other lip, finding new untouched flesh to scorch with the burning wax, her sex dry from the pain. Gabriel was cruelly smiling down at her as she watched the candle flickering, the flame melting a new batch of pain. It seared her flesh when it hit, Sloane sure that she was ruined for life as her tender inner sex was scaled with the hot wax. But they didn’t stop there; Peter unceremoniously sticking two fingers to spread the opening of her vagina to the dripping back, no amount of pleading could persuade Gabriel from dripping the hot wax into the depths of her sex. It was far worse than when they took her virginity from her with their cruel weapons. The hot wax shot deep into the depths of her body, a scream torn from her lips as she endured the horrific pain. Her relief came only when she passed out in pain, Peter’s fingers peeling back her clit hood to reveal her pleasure button to Gabriel, his aim excellent as her pink nodule of pleasure was engulfed in the hot wax. That was the final straw, her body no longer able to withstand the pain they were inflicting on her intimate body. She passed out. Gabriel put out the candle, slipping off his clothes as Peter unbound Sloane’s limp body. He stroked his cock, the need for release immediate. “Put her on the bed so you can enjoy her lovely body. I’m sure that she will be very amenable to anything you wish her to do. Even both of you at once. Maybe I will join you, taking her in the mouth at the same time.” Father Michael stroked his cock beneath his trousers, the sight of the men torturing her naked body with the wax exciting him. Peter put her on the bed, spreading her legs out while he enjoyed the sight of her pussy as her lips pulled back. He brushed the hardened wax from her body, her body limp as he harshly snapped it off. He stroked his cock his hand rubbing the head of his member over her lips, her hot breathe making his cock jerk in exquisite pleasure, the thought of her lips wrapped around his thick cock almost making him cum. He got up from the bed, taking off his clothes. “You got to burn her pussy. I get to choose which of her holes to enjoy first.” Gabriel nodded to him. “Agreeable. Which is your pleasure?” “Her tight asshole. It’s the only one that didn’t feel the hot wax. It should be nice and tight, in spite of her ass rape. She can climb onto your cock. Once

inside her, I will take her from behind. She will make an enjoyable ride for both of us.” He almost couldn’t wait for her to wake up, but he wanted her awake and conscious of what they would do to her. And they wanted her to participate in the perversion. She would look lovely taken by three thick cocks in all of her orifices. Father Michael knelt close to Sloane, holding some salts under her nose until she shook her head, her eyes opening up, still dizzy. “Wake up little one. These gentlemen are waiting to enjoy your body. Either accommodate them or Gabriel will use the wax on your little asshole. Can you imagine how it would feel if Peter opened up your asshole with his fingers and Gabriel dripped hot wax into the depths of your bowels?” Father Michael got up and slipped off his robe. Her head was pounding, but not as much as the deep pain she felt between her legs. It wasn’t so much the burning any longer, just the constant nagging pain. The room came into focus, the sight of three naked men greeting her, wagging their thick members in front of them. She knew what she must do, not wanting to feel the hot candle wax again. She was afraid of what they were going to do to her, but anything was better than the wax. She spread her legs wider, hoping to appease them. “No, I’ll do what you want,” she acquiesced. Gabriel kneeled up on the bed. “Move out of the way.” He lay back down where Sloane was, his hand holding his hard cock up into the air. “Climb on me and stick my cock inside you.” He couldn’t wait to feel her hot insides clenching on his cock. She was sore inside, but she didn’t have any choice. She crawled over to him on her knees, putting her legs over his hips, forcing her open above him. She dreaded it, but she grabbed his thick weapon, her small hand encircling it, holding it as she moved her body up until she could crawl underneath it. She paused for a second until she pushed down, the touch of his hard flesh pushed against her sex. She knew she had to get wet to accommodate him, afraid he would tear her if she didn’t. She rubbed the thick head of his member up and down her slit, the mixture of pain and pleasure as she tried to imagine a handsome Prince taking her. She was surprised that her insides were not as painful as she expected, the hot wax hurting more initially than leaving her flesh burnt. The hot flesh pushed her lips aside and ran up and down the insides of her lips, bumping over the opening of her sex. She remembered the stretching to accommodate the thick flesh inside her, but she had no other option but to submit. “Inside Sloane. I can’t wait any longer.” Gabriel was impatient, the feeling of her smooth, small hand almost making him cum as she gripped his cock almost lovingly. He looked at her face as she arched up higher, her hand pushing his cock against her pussy, her eyes closed as she began to lower herself down on his rigid cock. It felt so good as her pussy lips began to push back and engulf the head of his cock. Her body sank farther down onto his cock until the head of his cock was embedded inside her pussy, feeling like a tight glove smothering his cock. She bit her lip as she forced herself down onto his weapon, her insides stretching painfully wide until she felt the head of his weapon inside her, her sex stretched tightly around the thick shaft. She couldn’t believe how hard it was, feeling as if she were sitting on a stone shaft. She felt his hands touching her

breasts, his calloused hands rubbing her sensitive nipples, the flesh rubbed raw by the hot wax. She couldn’t help that her nipples hardened from the touch. She tightened her muscles, feeling his member jerk inside her, hoping to please him. His fingers tightened on her nipples, tugging on them as he felt them swell to hardness, his fingers gripping them tighter as they grew hard. He pushed up with his hips, impatient to get deep inside her tight body, feeling her jerk as she was forced to take another two inches of his cock. He could feel her beginning to get wet, his cock sliding easier inside her. “Take me all the way inside you. I want to feel you clenching on my cock.” She began to move up and down on his member, ashamed at the way her breasts bounced up and down, even when he tugged on her nipples. It felt huge as it slowly and methodically slid inside her, each time pulling up, feeling as if it were dragging her insides out. She would pause with the head inside her, her muscles tightening on the thick flesh. Then she would force herself down on the rigid member, feeling it driving inside her. This went on for long minutes until she finally fully engulfed his member inside her. She paused, letting him enjoy her clenching muscles, hoping to please him. She almost forgot the others, so involved in trying to please Gabriel. Peter was readying his cock, oiling it up as his hand stroked up and down the throbbing flesh. Just the thought of taking her in the ass made him harder than he ever was before. He kneeled on the bed, seeing Sloane’s startled face as she turned to see what was happening. Her eyes went from his face to his crotch as she saw his shiny cock jutting from his body. He moved closer, his hands on her waist, sliding her forward a bit. “I’m going to take you up the ass. Relax and let me in. It will be a lot less painful if you try to accommodate me in your lovely asshole.” He didn’t give her a chance to protest, pushing his cock up against her tiny, wrinkled opening. It still looked small, just red and swollen from being sodomized. Almost too small for his cock, but that was not his problem. He would enjoy her pain. She already felt full, now Peter was going to sodomize her. It was so unnatural to take a member in her backside, so perverted, but the men seemed to enjoy it more than taking her in her sex. She didn’t know why, only that they did. She felt the pressure against her rear, the hot flesh pushing against her backside, his hands on her hips holding her steady. She couldn’t do anything but wait for the inevitable moment when he would breach her backside. She felt her anal ring stretching open, the familiar burning as it was spread obscenely. “EEEGGG” was all she could scream as it felt as if a battering ram was between her legs. Peter’s weapon plunged inside her rectum, her muscles fighting to push it out, adding to the painful entry. She felt it jerking inside her as the oiled flesh pushed aside all resistance to slide inside her anal tract. It felt terrible as it bore down inside her bowels, Peter pulling out, then pushed back in, always going deeper. The painful contractions in her stomach began as her insides were battered by the thick flesh that filled her rounded hole. It felt as if it were going to come out her mouth, each time her insides dragged out then pushed back in with a powerful thrust that drove Gabriel’s member even harder against her cervix. It felt as if she were being torn up her middle.

Gabriel couldn’t wait any longer, feeling Peter’s cock along the thin wall that separated the two thick cocks inside Sloane. His hands began to pull her up and down on his cock, enjoying the way her insides tightened painfully on his cock as he began to fuck her. He could feel Peter doing the same; Peter’s cock pushing in would drive her body onto his cock, eliciting such pleasure. Peter enjoyed her painful twisting as he began to sodomize her, his cock driving in and out of her asshole, her ring sliding up and down his shaft as if it were a tight glove engulfing his flesh. Her insides were clenching uncontrollably on his cock, especially when he drove deep inside her, feeling her jerking as her stomach cramped around his thick cock. She was being battered at both ends, the thick weapons growing bigger with each thrust in her small body. She had never felt so full, sure that they would tear her insides if they continued. But continue, they did, their flesh moving in and out with abandonment, her body jerked back and forth as they entered her. They tore at her battered insides, their weapons beating her body into submission. She felt the bed moving, suddenly seeing Father Michael next to her head, his hands reaching down to grip her beneath the chin, lifting her head up, confronted by another thick weapon. Father Michael climbed on the bed, standing next to Sloane as the two men took her between her legs. He lifted up her innocent face, his cock throbbing only inches from her wet lips. “Suck it Sloane.” He didn’t give her a chance to even protest, driving one finger in her mouth to pry it open, his other hand feeding his cock into the hot confines of her sweet mouth. “Oh yes, my dear. Such enjoyment you bring me. Use your tongue,” he ordered her. Her lips tightened on his shaft as she complied, her tongue racing over the end of his cock as she had been taught by the countless oral sessions in the morning, Sloane and Mary’s mouths used until all of the Priest’s cocks had been satisfied. He pulled her head onto his cock until he felt the head of his cock banging against throat, enjoying her choking. “Yes, take it deep,” he urged her. She couldn’t believe she was being taken by three men at once, but they all filled her cavities with their weapons. The two men between her legs continued to pummel her insides with their thick flesh, driving back and forth, Sloane unable to do anything but take the brutal battering, her muscles clenching on their members, hoping to make them cum and end her suffering. Now Father Michael was taking her in the mouth, his cock battering at her throat as his hands held her head too tight, jerking her up and down on his weapon. She did what she was trained to do, her tongue lathering his flesh as she gagged when he forced it deep into her throat, fighting for air through her nose as he pulled her onto the root of his member. It seemed like hours that they used her like this, tears running down her face as she suffered under the multiple violations of her body. You could only hear their sighs of pleasure, her moans of pain and the slapping of flesh against her as they used her for their pleasure. They couldn’t last any longer, her tight body proving too enjoyable. They came at the same time, filling her insides with their hot seed, her pussy, her rounded asshole, even her mouth all bulging from the massive amount of cum that shot from the cocks. They pumped her harder as they came, their cocks growing in size as they came in her once virgin body.

She choked as she tried to swallow the thick cum that filled her cheeks to overflowing, still disliking the thick, salty fluids that they forced her to swallow. Her backside burned as she felt the thick shaft deep in her guts, spraying her insides as her stomach cramped. She hoped that she wouldn’t become with child as her sex received the seed of Gabriel. The only relief was when they withdrew from her, leaving her slumped on the bed, their seed dripping from all of their orifices as she curled into a ball, the door slamming behind them as they left her alone, sobbing fitfully.

Chapter 8 The Devil Takes Mary’s Virginity For days, both girls were visited in their cells. Sometimes by Father Michael or one of the other Priests. Sometimes they brought strangers in, always older men, each girl forced to perform sexually for them. Mary’s virginity was saved, Father Michael having special plans for that. The worst were the ones that wanted to sodomize them, forced onto their bellies, their legs spread wide, their cheeks parted, their defenseless asshole exposed. The men would climb on the girls, their cocks pushed against their waiting holes, forced hard inside, eliciting the screams that the men loved. They grunted on the girls as they sodomized the tight holes, enjoying the jerking and clenching body of the young girl beneath them, finally filling their bowels with their hot seed. Mary was naked on the bed, Father Michael having already stripped off her robe for the guest. He was an old man by Mary’s reckoning, at least sixty. He had the look of lust in his eyes while he watched from the chair, as Mary was stripped naked and paraded in front of him. Father Michael carried a small rod with him, slapping it hard against her naked flesh when she didn’t perform fast enough for him. “On your stomach,” he had ordered her, both men watching as she scurried to get into position, her butt already sore from the sharp bite of the rod. “Push that cute ass up into the air.” Father Michael slapped the rod hard onto the tender skin where her thighs met her butt, a sharp red line instantly appearing. She obeyed instantly, her butt pushed up submissively. “Spread your legs for us. Show us the treasure between your cheeks.” A sharp slap of the rod on the back of her knees forced her obedience, her legs spreading widely until Father Michael stopped her. She knew what they wanted from her, getting into position for him as if she were a trained dog. But anything was better than the sharp bite of the rod on her skin. “Spread your cheeks apart. Show Jesuit your tight little asshole.” She obeyed, ashamed as she showed her most intimate hole to the men, her face red as she peeled her cheeks apart to reveal her wrinkled opening. They had already sodomized her, Mary humiliated at having to take their thick penis in her behind. It hurt and the shame she felt when they filled her round hole with their burning fluids made her sob. But that seemed to excite them, taking her harder, making her scream in pain. Jesuit took off his clothes, Father Michael bringing him a pitcher of warm oil which he spread on his cock, his cock glistening in the light. He climbed between her legs, his hand holding his cock in front of him as he snuggled against the young girl submissively bent over in front of him. He pushed his cock against her asshole, the big head covering the small opening. His hands went to her hips, drawing her body up, his hips pushing forward to swiftly drive into her waiting hole. There were no preliminaries, the hot flesh pulsating on her backside, his hands on her hips. Suddenly she was impaled on the thick member, her ring forced open with just a flick of his hips, his rod embedded in her backside. She

could only scream in pain, her head down on the bed, sobbing as he took her in her backside. He took her with punishing strokes, pulling her on and off of his rigid tool, making her body dance on the hot flesh. Her insides were churned by his thick member, cramps when he was deep inside her, the terrible burning as he pulled out, her anal ring clinging to his shaft almost possessively, stretched to the limit on his flesh. He petted her as if she were an animal to be used, his sweat dripping down on her body as he worked hard to drive his cock in and out of her clenching asshole. She was so tight, his cock swelling each time she cried out in pain, stroking hard, trying to drive a scream from her lips when he shoved deep into her guts, feeling her muscles clench on his cock. Her silky insides rubbed along his shaft as he withdrew, only to drive back in again, burying his cock deep inside her until he could feel her body jerk from the cramps. “Such a nice tight asshole Mary. Squeeze me with your asshole. Make me cum inside you,” he cooed into her ear as he sodomized her. The sharp slap of the rod on the tender underside of her breast was all that Mary needed to obey, grunting in pain as she tightened her insides on the thick flesh that brutalized her round, soft tunnel. It hurt, but she could only hope that he would end it soon when he would humiliate her by dumping his seed into her bowels. She felt his hands grip her hips painfully, pulling her up onto his member, trying to drive in through her body as his head threw back and he screamed in pleasure. It got bigger, stretching her wide as he dumped his hot caustic fluid deep into her guts, spraying her inside with his seed. It seemed like it would never end, her insides filling with his fluid. Finally he slumped down on top of her, his sweaty body slumped over her back, pinning her to the bed. They made no comments as Jesuit dressed and left the room, Father Michael behind him. This was one of the many visits she received over the next week. She was often forced to service them with her mouth, finding herself on her knees, their hot flesh between her silky lips until they filled her mouth with their vile tasting fluids. Or they sodomized her. She worried why they didn’t take her virginity, like they did with Sloane, knowing it was inevitable. Sloane also found her body paraded naked among the men, a riding crop used to force her into perverse positions while the men gazed at her naked parts. If she refused, she would feel the lash of the riding crop, next time jumping at the chance to comply with their perverse demands. It was really humiliating when she was required to perform when other women where in the room, wives of the guests. They made her slowly strip naked, dancing naked before the men. Once she was required to masturbate until she had an orgasm, the riding crop beating hard on her nipples until she complied. She hadn’t seen Mary in over a week, worried if she was required to perform in the same degrading manner. Mary knew something was up when she was allowed to bathe, the Priest standing over her not even touching her naked body as she bathed. She was allowed to dry off, slipping into the short robe that Father Michael had provided. The guard ushered her out of the room and down the hall, this time going to the far end, a place she had never been. That scared her. There was a large double door, cracked partly open, the flickering light peaking out into the dark hallway. She could hear voices inside, men’s voices, almost as if they were having a party.

It shocked her when the door opened, her eyes opened wide as she tried to take in the sight before her. It was large, filling the center of the room with its formidable presence. She feared it immediately. Father Michael had it built especially for Mary. It was a massive statue of the Devil. Complete with all the necessary parts. It was over ten feet tall, made of stone and ivory, lifelike in all details. The Devil was standing, his arms outstretched as if they were waiting to encircle its prey. It had two horns on its head, a long tale behind it, the chest covered with tiny bumps that would irritate flesh if rubbed against it. Below its waist hung a large, black ivory phallus, standing erect at an angle. It had to be at least ten inches long and two inches in diameter, the head a large dome, complete with two large balls beneath it. You could even make out the thick veins that ran up the shaft. The room fell silent when Mary walked in, all looking at her face at her astonishment of the huge Devil statue. Their cocks strained their trousers as they imagined the Devil taking the virginity of the young girl. The guard’s hand tightened on her arm when she saw it, Mary fighting him, wanting to run from the room. She knew now that her virginity was about to be sacrificed for the pleasure of the roomful of men, knowing that it would be painful it the huge, rigid member of the statue was shoved between her legs. “I see you have seen your mate Mary.” Father Michael enjoyed the look of terror on her face. “Help him,” he motioned to one of the other guards as Mary struggled to get free. She was instantly pounced upon by the two guards, their powerful hands holding her still, her feet barely touching the ground. “NOO!” She screamed in fear as they guards hands tightened on her arms, her skin bruising. She stayed still, hoping their painful grip would lessen. Their hands didn’t feel like steel pinchers on her skin any longer, but they still gripped her so she couldn’t escape. She was shoved in front of the large statue, the thick ivory shaft so close to her. It was so detailed, veins running up it, the head massive, a thick lip underneath it. It would be painful if shoved inside her, especially if it rode up and down her virgin passage. Father Michael stood in front of her, smiling cruelly at her. The group of twenty men sat patiently behind Father Michael, all of them wishing it was them that would take her virginity. At least they would all get to witness the terrible perversion of the inanimate Devil taking Mary’s virginity in such a ruthless manner. Father Michael’s hands reached out to fondle Mary’s breasts, the guards holding her arms pinned to her side as his large palms encircled her firm flesh, squeezing them as if they were ripe fruit to be tested. “Such nice tits Mary. Since the Devil has taken your soul, I thought it fitting that he also takes your virginity.” He laughed loudly, his tone cruel. He pinched her nipples, tugging the thick buds beneath the thin robe, her back arching to escape the biting pain. “EEEEHHH,” she cried in pain as Father Michael crushed her nipples beneath his powerful fingers. She had learned quickly that the men loved to make her scream in pain, her nipples a convenient target for them. Some had been sadistic, tying her to a chair, her back tied to the chair to prevent even the smallest movement. Then they would work on her naked breasts with large, metal pinchers, some of them even encompassing her whole breast into a tight

bondage that would drive the blood to her tips, the throbbing painful. They enjoyed gripping her nipples between the hard metal pinchers, crushing her delicate flesh, twisting and turning them while she screamed in pain. She often found her nipples stretched inches long, the dark brown flesh pulled into sharp cones. She was brought back to reality as her robe was slipped from her shoulders to fall at her waist, her naked breasts heaving up and down as she stood pinned between the guards. Father Michael began to work on her breasts, his fingers twisting the twin peaks until she grunted in pain. “Getting them tender for the Devil. Those tiny bumps on his chest will rub nicely on your hard nipples. After a while it will become very painful. But not as painful as his hard cock inside you.” His hands slid the robe off of her body, falling uselessly at her feet. “Spread your legs,” his boot slipping between her legs to bang painfully on her ankles until she began to spread her legs. She had no choice but to comply, her legs spreading wider and wider until Father Michael’s grin confirmed his acceptance. She stood with her legs spread at least three feet across, feeling the damp air blowing on her open sex. She watched his hand as if in slow motion move sensuously over her stomach and gripped her sex without regard, one thick finger sliding between her lips, the tip poised at the entrance to her virgin sex. “She’s going to have to be oiled for the Devil. She is hot and tight,” his finger enjoying the way her lips seem to engulf his finger so tenderly. He wiggled his finger, feeling her try to jerk away from him, his finger following her every feeble effort. It only proved to stimulate her sex, his finger sliding up and down her pussy. He squeezed her pussy in his hand, his large hand able to grip her possessively. He was manhandling her sex and she could do nothing about it, his finger slipped between her lips, his finger controlling her as she tried to escape. The tip of his finger against her virgin opening was very disconcerting, her body on edge as she waited for the inevitable tearing that would accompany the busting of her hymen. The other girls of the village had talked about it, but it was always done by a lover, not cruelly as the men here would do. And not by an artificial phallus. “Get her ready.” One of the other guards brought over a pitcher of warm oil, handing it to Father Michael. He took it, turning it so it would run over the front of her chest, slowly letting it run down both of her breasts before it slid down her stomach to cover her sex. He emptied almost the whole pitcher, a puddle of oil at her feet. His hands enjoyed sliding over her breasts, her nipples hardening under his light touch. He moved his hand down to her pussy, rubbing the oil up and down her slit until he took an oiled finger and began to press it in her virgin hole. Her pussy began to swallow his finger as he pressed deeper inside her, moving around as he coated her pussy until it was slick with oil. He got the tip of his finger inside her when he banged against her hymen, pressing harder as he felt the thin membrane stretching. She had never felt anything inside her, the oil making her slick as his fingertip moved inside her as if it were a tiny animal. She couldn’t stop him from sliding deeper inside her, her insides coated with the slippery oil, Mary standing on her toes as he impaled her sex on his thick finger. “Aaaaawww,” she moaned

as her hymen stretched her body tense as she waited for him to bust her virginity. He was poised inside her as she trembled in fear. “Do you like having something inside you?” He teased her, moving his finger around inside her, pushing hard on her hymen until it strained, relenting to keep from busting her cherry. He pulled his finger from her. “It will be the Devil that will take your virginity.” He turned away from her. “Mount her on the Devil.” He exclaimed loudly, the men moving to the edge of their chairs so they could fully watch her impalement. She struggled but the Guards lifted her little body from the floor and carried her over to the big statue. She was pushed against the front of the statue, her hands pulled around behind it, finding ropes tied around her wrists, pulling them together behind the back of the Devil, unable to move away from it. Her only relief was that she was not pulled tightly against it, already feeling the sharp prick of the bumps on its chest against her sensitive breasts, pulling quickly away from it. “NOOOO!” She yelled in the small room, her screams bouncing off the stone walls as they grabbed her ankles, hefting her body up as if she didn’t weigh anything. Her legs were pulled behind the Devil, finding ropes securing her ankles together, pinning her against the Devil. They began to release her body, Mary gripping the Devil tightly against her as she began to slowly slide down the hard statue. She felt a nudging between her thighs, realizing quickly that it was the phallus of the Devil, pulling her body up onto the statue to escape the thick ivory shaft poised between her spread legs. Her breasts were crushed against the chest of the Devil, the bumps on it pressing hard against her flesh. She felt the sharp jab against her nipples, the thick bump pressing into her abused nipples. She began to slide down, the oil making the Devil slick against her skin, her hands and legs gripping tighter around the statue almost as if it were a lover, pulling her body against it. “Oil the shaft,” the guard pouring oil on the rigid phallus between her thighs under orders from Father Michael. It was only inches from her pussy, the guard enjoying the lovely sight of her pink pussy spread open between her widely spaced thighs. The cock was huge compared to her tiny pussy. It would prove to be a very painful first fuck for Mary. The guard oiled the shaft as if it were his own cock, his hand rubbing in the oil from the base of the shaft to cover the head of the ivory cock with a coating of oil. “You’re going to love this Mary,” Father Michael was prepared with the riding crop. He would use it on her lovely ass, her cheeks pulled apart by her widespread legs, her asshole open and vulnerable to the cruel whip. It would motivate her to ride the cock once it took her virginity; the slashing of the crop on her asshole would send her body up in pain, only to fall back down on the thick cock to impale herself over and over for the amusement of the men. She would only be released from the Devil when she climaxed for them the added stimulation of the rough statue on her clit would drive her over the edge. “Begin,” Father Michael ordered the other guard, high above the statue with an adequate supply of warm oil. He began to let is slowly flow down the front of the statue, sliding between the statue and Mary’s body. She tightened her grip on the statue, her thighs already aching as she strove to grip her legs around the stone statue as if it were her lover. Even as she

tightened her grip, her body continued to slide down, the warm oil greasing the statue. “OOOHHH,” she could feel the slick head of the Devil at her portal, the unmistakable pressure as it sought entrance to her virgin opening. If felt huge, the bludgeon began to batter at her opening, her lips forced back as her weight slipped her onto the waiting shaft. The slap of the leather against her ass was followed quickly by her scream. “AAAAAGGGHH,” it felt as if he had torn her bowels, the harsh bite of the riding crop on her defenseless anal ring sending her scampering up the shaft in spite of the pain as it rubbed the front of her body raw. The oil continued to pour down between her body and the statue, her hands slipping, her thighs unable to get enough grip to stop the downward movement. Her body was tense as she felt the ivory weapon at her gates, pushing aside her lips ruthlessly as it began to slide inside her slick chamber. Her body braced for the attack of the whip again, but she had to contend with the fake penis poised to take her virginity. It was slowly spreading her painfully open, her insides brutalized to take the unyielding thickness. Her lips ached as they spread almost to the breaking, feeling as if they would soon tear. “NO, PLEASE!” She begged, but she felt the leather whip sliding up and down her spread crack, rubbing over her battered anal ring as her insides clenched on the thick shaft inside her. The men where enjoying her dilemma, seeing her struggle to keep the thick cock from busting her cherry as she hugged the Devil as if he were her lover. Her asshole clenched uncontrollably as the whip touched her backside so intimately. “NO, don’t let it take my virginity!” She could feel the pressure between her legs as the thick shaft spread her open, her body sinking down on the shaft. The pressure increased as it touched her hymen, the thin membrane her only protection. She could feel it stretching as her greased body continued to slide down farther onto the shaft. A quick lash of the riding crop on her ass sent her body rushing up, her body scrambling to get away from the pain of the leather. Her fingernails tore as she scraped her way up the slick body, the shaft almost pulling from her body. Yet it stayed inside her, Mary quickly tiring as the oil made her feeble attempt almost useless. The rock hard shaft wasn’t straining her hymen any longer, but her virgin hole was still filled with the unyielding shaft. Her arms began to feel like rubber; her thighs tiring as she began to slide back down again. The shaft thickened as it spread inside her, the thick dome pushing aside all her resistances as it stretched her insides open painfully. She was already feeling it banging against her hymen, this time her body still falling down, her muscles unable to stop it from taking her virginity. The inhuman scream bounced off the walls, the men’s eyes between her legs as the Devil busted her hymen in a slow, painful tearing. Some of the men had already taken their cocks out of the trousers, stroking them as they watched Mary take her own virginity on the Devils statue. They clapped as they saw the blood run down the ivory shaft, coating the phallus with virgin blood. Mary couldn’t believe the pain between her legs. It was even worse than the sodomy. At least they had taken her with human flesh. The giant ivory phallus inside her was rock hard, unyielding as it took her brutally. It spread her

insides, feeling the blood from the brutal rape. The sharp bite of the whip on her ass sent her body up the Devil, only to fall back down onto the thick shaft, her body reeling in pain. Her breasts were rubbed raw as she slid up and down, but nothing could compare to the pain between her legs. It felt as though a large cudgel was jammed inside her, rendering her flesh as she was forced up and down on it. It spread her insides, each time the whip would drive her up, only to fall hard down on the shaft, each time it driving deeper into her once virgin passage. She could feel every bump and ridge on the shaft as it tore her insides, the thick dome sliding deep inside her. Her anus felt torn, Father Michael paying particular attention to it, making sure it felt as if the riding crop was shoved in her backside. She bounced up and down on the shaft, the blood running down the shaft as she was forced to fornicate with the Devil. She gripped the Devil so tight that her sex was shoved against the hard statue, her clit rubbing up and down the rough surface. “Fuck the Devil! Take his cock deep inside you!” The men could barely contain themselves as they watched the once virgin fuck herself on the man-sized cock between her legs. Father Michael made sure she rode the Devil hard, the whip lashing across her vulnerable ass as she screamed from the brutal rape. She lasted ten minutes. Ten painful minutes, her backside torn and bleeding, her sex rubbed raw on the inside, the thick shaft buried so deep inside her that she thought it would bust through her body. She was exhausted, her muscles feeling like jelly, the pain of the riding crop the only thing that drove her on. That and the strange feeling she began to feel as her pleasure button rubbed up and down on the hard statue. She couldn’t explain it, letting it happen, ashamed as she had an orgasm, the pain mixing with the pleasure. Not even the last slap of the riding crop between her legs, slapping against her unprotected pussy could stop the orgasm that raced through her untrained body. She shuddered and shook as her insides clenched possessively on the hard phallus as if she were trying to make it cum inside her. She finally slumped down; the thick shaft still embedded deep inside her, still hard and rigid, her body unable to do anything to escape. She was humiliated, her virginity taken in front of the men by a fake phallus, forced to have an orgasm under the lash. She was finally released, but her freedom was short-lived. She was thrown on the bed, a line of men waiting to feel the pleasure of her hot, tight sex. They used her, all twenty of them. Her legs were spread until they ached, thrown high over her head as they raped her sex with powerful strokes of their weapons that were meant only to illicit screams of pain from her. By the tenth man, she was shoved to her knees, her butt held up as they took her from behind, the last man to cum inside her using her mouth to clean his organ. She had passed out before the last man took her, not even caring, holding her legs together to make her tight as he shot his cum deep inside her. She lay on the bed in a pool of cum, her body jerking in her exhausted state.

Epilogue Arranged Marriage Sloane was the last to go. Mary had found her “husband” last week, a wealthy plantation owner from the South. He enjoyed lashing girls and had heard that Father Michael produced some very enjoyable girls, taught to accept the whip and paddle, even to climax under the leather. He was right, Mary cumming as he whipped her asshole, riding a large ebony phallus between her legs, screaming out in pleasure as the lash tore her asshole. They had been there for over three months, each of them sexually used almost every day, the men using them for their pleasure, no perversion too much. The whip had taught them the pain of disobedience, both girls learning quickly that it was easier to serve. Sloane was dressed in a dress, not a robe like normally. Her “husband” entered the room, Sloane racing over to kneel at his feet. Her hands worked quickly with his trousers, taking out a semi-limp penis from the pants of the sixty year old merchant that would be her husband if he agreed. Her job was to convince him of her attributes, her mouth encircling the flesh of his organ, her lips tightening on the member as her tongue swirled around the head. She could feel it grow in her mouth, pleased that she could stimulate him to hardness. She didn’t protest when his hands pulled her head onto his cock, sending the head of his cock into her throat, her choking and gagging making him happy. He fucked her face, his hands pulling her on and off of his cock. He pulled it out just before he came, dumping a load of hot cum into her waiting mouth, enjoying the look on her face as it splashed on her tongue. He needed a paddle to get hard again, Sloane kneeling with her ass thrust up into the air; her legs spread wide, her hands peeling apart her cheeks to reveal her asshole to him. Her ass cheeks were battered with the heavy, leather paddle, taking ten strokes until his cock was hard enough. He plunged into her pussy from behind, Sloane already wet from the paddling, her muscles gripping him so tightly she knew it would feel as though she was a virgin. She didn’t protest when her ass was taken ruthlessly by his cock, sodomizing her with a powerful thrust that drove his cock into the depths of her bowels. He alternated between her asshole and her pussy for twenty minutes, Sloane tightening her insides until she felt him flood her pussy with his cum. She rolled over onto her knees when he pulled out of her, licking his soiled cock until it glistened. “I’ll take her as my wife.” The man had never had a girl that tried to please him as much as Sloane. “We’ll live in upstate New York. It’s cold during the winter, so she will do much to keep me warm at night.” Sloane smiled, pleased that he wanted her. A fine husband that will take care of her. She didn’t even care about his age; she had learned how to make any man hard. “She takes well to punishment. You might try whipping her pussy. She’ll keep her legs spread for you as you do. She’ll keep you hard forever.” Father Michael had trained her well. All of the girls had found “husbands”, a new batch of girls ready to begin their training. His cock was hard from watching Sloane perform. It was time to go visit one of the new girls. A cute little blonde had been brought in, thrust up and bound to her bed on her stomach, her asshole waiting

to be sodomized for the first time. Her screams would bring Father Michael so much pleasure tonight.

The End